#theres room for more hermits!

[itsphantasmagoria]

I want Draco's bedroom

(follies)

[arolesbianism]

Also in my current main oni playthrough I'm at 22 duplicants and my goal for the playthrough is to get all of them so I'm abt halfway there but god damn do I not have enough space for more of these fuckers I'm going to be able to shove some more into my two newest colonies on the two planetoids I've traveled to so far but one of them like Just got started so it's going to be a while before I'm confident in upscaling it, and the other one is mostly made up of radioactive biomes and salt water biomes with the only more livable biomes being at the very edges and the very bottom of the map, so while I do have a pretty stable base getting set up over there it's going to be pretty obnoxious getting the living space set up due to how little space I have in my current main base area and how far away the other forest biomes are from that. On the bright side I found the mysterious hermit home on the brand new planetoid so I at least don't have to worry abt him as much, although I'm gonna be real idk how I'm going to get food production up and running since there's like No dirt, and I don't rly want to have to send someone back up through the surface magma biome to pick up any dropped off supplies.

[greppelheks]

Sometimes being apart from people for four years and seeing them again makes you realize how much you've changed as a person

[queen-of-pirates]

anyone that grew up with overbearing/perfectionistic parents,

holy shit how did you do that???

[redstonedust]

current random thing im amused by is who certain youtubers have in their reccomended channels section

for example:

etho's is very mindcrack era, with the nho being the only hermits on there. i get the feeling he probably hasn't updated it in a while, this is the guy who took like 6 years to update his skin /lh

xb is extremely selective. he's like. this is my girlfriend and my two besties. what else do you need.

grian still has taurtis/joeyish on his :(

jevin and xisuma don't have room for friends apparently, it's a self promo party up in here

also extremely funny that most people have theirs as either ''Featured Channels'' or some variation of ''my cool friends!'' and then joel is over here like

theres even more funny little things to me like how many hermits seem to link to rendog when he doesnt link to anyone back. etc etc. i just think its neat to see who they chose to prioritize amfemgfke.

[theoverthinkingpumpkin]

🫠 CrowartblockCreature

Once again blaming Wormtime for this. I love them both so much!!!

I forgot the G in matching-dont know how one does that- so I guess its southern now.

Im gonna stick a crossover idea under the cut….

I need a AU where Ylfa ends up in double life. At the time where most people are yellow or red, she’d be the only green. At first, she wouldn’t meet Pearl, she’d meet everyone else, and sure, they’re pleasant enough, but theres no room for her(not to mention how off putting it would be if she matched Pearl, Wolf ears, tail and paws of a wolf-granted she’d be a noticeably younger-puppy vibes! Not to mention the red cloaks and axes! I know people like to give her a scythe or the other thingy I dont know the name off-but she used a iron axe until the last ep.)

Sooner or later someone(see Ren) would mention that she looks like the resident Demon/witch, piquing Ylfa’s interest, and eventually she’d go looking(she befriends everyone and everything. Dont tell me she wouldnt.) and would easily worm her way into both Pearls and Tilly’s hearts.

(Pack bond-Red life Pearl would chew her own arms off before harming a hair on her head.)

Pearl would become more conscious about taking care of herself(no more powdered snow, sorry not sorry) because now she has to make sure that no harm befalls her new friend. So she has to be ready to protect her from the reds!!

I forget how she lost her yellow life(was it scotts fault, or when she stole from the boat boys?) but WHATEVER IT WAS would be replaced by her killing somebody because the attempted to hurt Ylfa, which I will sound really repetitive, IS NOT ALLOWED.

ALSO because Ylfa wouldnt have a soulbound, Pearl would loud her up with potions, because theres not a soulbound for those to break-!

Ylfa would use one of the splash potions on her when scott tries to blow himself up, so she would die.

And they would remain there until Mother Goose or someone managed to worm their way into the world to get Ylfa but goes back with a extra friend.

(Which would make it harder for the hermits to find Pearl, Oops :) )

I dont know weither or not Ylfa should loss a life for extra angst, or because of Protective Big Sis Pearl she gets to remain on green…

Theres a lot one could do with this XD

ASK ME QUESTIONS ABOUT PLEASE

[streamdotpng]

I want Hermit Enid to see what could have been in the streamer Au, to see what she could have had if it wasn't for her brother.

You cruel cruel anon

It starts with enid waking up

Theres a smell in the room, of something fond, of something enid hasnt smelt in so long. It scratches under her eyes, biting and toxic.

Wednesday?

Enid cracks open her eyes, squinting through the dimmed shadows of.. Her room?

No, that's wrong.

The werewolf rolls over and braces herself against the floor, her heart drumming. Where is she?

Her fingers touch a furry carpet, a very bright pink carpet and god how long has it been since enid has been smacked with such vibrancy?

Not since four or so years ago, thats for sure.

Enid props herself up, looking around in a confused wonder. Squinting at the fairylights around the ceiling and gawking at the rather interesting amount of taxidermy hanging along the walls.

Is that a deer skull??

Did she break into wednesday's house? It'd explain the smell but.. How did she get here? The wolf knew she had a rather rough night the evening before but this badly?

"Enid?" a voice calls out from behind the door, so soft and so- "are you awake?"

Its Wednesday.

Okay, so she was welcomed here.

Enid's shoulder's relaxed as she padded across the floor but just as her fingers brushed against the door handle, she froze.

There was a band along her ring finger. A glimmering white gold.

Enid doesn't wear jewerlly, she couldnt bear to wear rings ever since..

"enid?" wednesday calls out, her voice rising to what could almost be concern.

Ever since wednesday's wedding day.

"are you going to open the door or am i going to be stuck holding the food?" wednesday's dead drawl knocked the wolf back to her senses and so she opens the door to a woman she hasnt seen in years.

She's wednesday, is all enid can think about.

Beautiful, lovely Wednesday. All freckled skin, raised brow and holding food in a tray like mentioned.

Call it autopilot or enid always been one to please but she cant help but stumbled back to make way for a coffee sipping wednesday.

She looks absolutely comfy, dressed in her batman pajama pants and buttoned shortsleeve.

Enid looks down at her spiderman themed bottoms and cant help but blink in wonder.

Just.. What is happening?

"dear?" wednesday calls out.

It takes a while for enid to realize that it was her wednesday was calling for. When it registers, enid's eyes immediately snaps to wednesday in shock.

"dear?" she murmurs. Dear? Wednesday would never call her dear.

What is she talking about? Wednesday used petnames once in a while. Shes a sweetheart!

Wednesday tilts her head to the desk, where some scrumptious looking food lays. "are you not going to eat?"

"food, right right-" enid says, like she totally understands what she's saying before the rest of her words proceeds to die in her mouth as her eyes catch sight of a matching ring along wednesday's finger.

Oh.

Immediately, all enid's questions were answered and an indescribable feeling settled into the pit of her stomach.

Its one of those times.

"im sorry, dearest," enid murmurs, like she truly was dear to the Wednesday Addams Sinclair. She walks up to wednesday, her hands just about hovering above her back as she leads her dearest down to her chair. "im just having a rough morning is all."

Wednesday doesn't look surprised as she looks up to the werewolf but her face twists to something so caring that it shrivels up any words enid could say.

Her hands are so cold as they hold onto enid's face. Cold yet grounding, truly a way to describe wednesday.

"its okay," wednesday says and enid blinks, realizing that maybe she does miss her bestfriend a bit more than she should. "do you want me to message the team that we are sick?"

"we?" enid wheezes, her throat so dry at just how much everything is right now. There's a tear sliding down her face and wednesday is wiping it away and ohmygo-

Wednesday's face doesnt change as continues to hold enid like she's the most precious thing in the world "yes, we."

The emphasis nearly makes enid sob right then and there.

"we are married, enid-" and there enid goes, crying because oh does she wish that was true. "we are a team. We always have been."

It settles with enid hugging wednesday, her hands heavy as she just about tries to weld them together.

If only.

Enid wakes up to an ache in her chest.

She wakes up to the smell of dust clinging onto her walls and the careful whirring of her fan.

She wakes up alone.

Enid doesnt get up, instead she grabs at her blanket and tucks herself deeper into her cold bed.

Its too early for this.

Or, if you mean enid knowings that theres a reality out there where if her twin didnt exist she and wednesdsy coudlve been together? You bet enid is bitter. Bitter and hateful and so angry

But after all that is done brewing deep in her heart, enid will be left with a painful wonder of "why not in this universe?"

[theminecraftbee]

hello person who knows more about vault hunters then i do; what do the gem doors do? so far they have popped up in xb's video (where he diddnt know what they were) and in iskall's where stress did one and iskall diddnt show it. so far the only thing ive gathered is that it seems theres one for each pog component? and anvils dont work to make the keys? im very confused

those are treasure rooms! to make a key for one, you'll need a lot of rare and expensive items, though. first you need to make a key mould, which costs a perfect echo gem (four echo gems) surrounded by driftwood. next, you need to surround the key mould with key pieces to make a blank key. key pieces are a very rare item you find in gilded chests! next, you need to make a unique gem cluster. this is made with eight of a given unique gem (IE, one of the pog components) surrounding a perfect black opal. finally, you combine the blank key and the cluster in any anvil, and you have a treasure key! that key can open the corresponding treasure door.

inside of the treasure door is a treasure room, which is a room with a big pile of treasure sand (which gives better items than the digsite room variant even!) and a treasure chest, which gives a lot of very rare and occasionally unique items. this makes treasure keys TYPICALLY worth the cost, although they're most worth it once you actually have any spare echo; your first four echo probably shouldn't go to a treasure key, because you probably have a mod that could use an echo pog more. mileage may vary on that! additionally, if you're playing on classic like the hermits, note that treasure keys add a pretty large gold cost to recovering your body. (i think it's like... 10 gold per key.) so while you'll always want to have it on you to use it, that comes at a cost.

so yes, that's what those doors are!

[newwayin]

name vicente valdebenito valdivia. nickname vic, vincent, vi. age fifty. date of birth tba. gender agender. sexuality arospec bisexual. pronouns he / him. languages known chilean / mexican spanish, english, casual italian and tagalog. height 6' ( 183 cm ). occupation shopkeeper @ sisters of the moon. face claim pedro pascal.

( + ) insightful, compassionate, patient, efficient, colorful, humorous, gentle, charming, observant, safe. ( - ) intolerant, cautious, odd, secretive, fickle.

hobbies tarot card reading, creating different teas. likes tea, morning walks, his dog. dislikes large crowds of people / populated areas. quirks has his dog with him (almost) wherever he goes. strengths his oddity, strangely enough. weaknesses gets spooked too much for reading between the lines ( not everything is ominous ). aesthetics the hermit card sits there face up and worn from thousands of uses, there's even a tear in the corner; there's a ripped hole where the face should be. an outcast, a recluse and someone who points the finger at to point out he's not the same as everyone else, delusional and weird is what they say. crushed tea leaves that is meant for a reading but instead is opted for a drink, creative and helpful.

THE STORY STARTS HERE ... to be added.

fun facts

always had an interest in astrology / fortune - telling and pursued it in secret.

self - identifies as a ( modern day ) witch.

has a golden retriever named charlie bow wow that definitely wears silly, little hats ( charlie for short, named after charlie xcx because he was feeling silly that day )

his fashion style is that of a middle - aged white tourist visiting hawai'i with far too much sun screen on his nose and wears aloha shirts. also can't forget the socks with sandals. <3

a skyrim enjoyer.

has an ant farm in his room.

likes to paint in his spare time, used as a way to calm himself.

the best time to find him is walking charlie when the sun comes up while grabbing some coffee. you're always welcome to join him on those walks! the more the merrier.

lived in redcreek for 25 years after moving from chile to live on his own, just in time to witness the talbot murder.

sisters of the moon he considers a safe space for those troubled youth / anyone that just needs an ear. anyone is welcomed in with a fresh pot of a tea, always changing given on the mood.

considered one of the "weird" ones in redcreek.

hot - to - go connections

typical friendly / antagonistic / romance??? if that ever comes into play but who would be mean with him ): hes so nice

his adoptive daughter that has moved out of the house but mayhaps perhaps she came back to visit good ol' dad / decided to move back in because her situation didnt work out so well (hes the biggest girl dad anything for her!!!!!!)

those few that hes a father figure to ofc not everyone welcomes it but maybe theres those couple that he thinks needs the guidance for whatever reason / wants sisters of the moon to be a safe space for those that are lost

clients <3 his normal occurrences and hes always happy to see them

ohhhhhh you know u wanna be his walking partner in the morning so bad when afterwards he hits the bakery for a sweet treat and coffee / doggy dates for those that also have some

for the older muses specifically: u wanna do weekly hang outs to catch up and have some tea, maybe gossip whats been happening around the town, maybe gossip about other things (; idk what do older ppl talk about generally

hes not a therapist but maybe painting with a witch will help soothe ur angry / conflicted / anxious soul

i know a bond with his coworkers would also heal his soul too

[definitelynotshouting]

(scared) What... what happens if Grian explains right off the bat when he's found out? (shaking)

in reference to the tags of this ask

So like. A really huge part of what Scar's plan entails in canon-- and yes, it's Scar doing this partially on purpose-- is the inherent kindness of the hermits. You bring a starving, dying man back into the fold, and you can absolutely bet that the VAST majority of hermits will at LEAST let him stay until he's healthier again. This is a deliberate move on Scar's part!!! The urgency of the situation (plus the familiarity) creates more of an incentive to let Grian in and then let him linger, which gives him a chance to grow his roots again and make up with the hermits. Scar wants him home again, permanently, and in this game its basically ALL about buying time.

So what happens when you take away that sense of "he's gonna die if we dont keep him here" urgency?? Well...

Well, in an au where Grian fessed up instantly abt the starving and making games when confronted, there's a lot more room to think about it. In some ways, hunger!Grian's canonical reaction to shut down and just let them furiously throw them out was a lot kinder and ultimately worked to his advantage-- nobody got any answers, so they started looking. People are more willing to talk to him if only to understand why. There's a clear element of "i was just doing this to survive and i feel fucking horrible about it" that is,,, pretty undeniable when you've got the person in question self-harming pretty severely about it. And yes, there's pity. Not always a bad thing, and in this case thats the element Scar is deliberately tugging on to make Grian's stay a bit more palatable until he can reintegrate himself

But when you have time to think about it, without that immediate evidence, without that sense of raw urgency sorta blanketing everything so people dont question as much-- what you get is a more measured, and ultimately more negative outlook. The hermits OF COURSE take the time to help Grian figure out how to feed without using people's emotions. They're kind like that. They do care. But theres now more time to think about this, more time to decide yeah, thats valid, sure, but he still used us and hurt a lot of us and also we didnt consent.

Essentially, what im getting at here is that in a hunger au variant where Grian fesses up immediately, the hermits do help him figure out a way to feed without relying on others... and then when thats all sorted out, a vote is called, and Grian is politely but firmly requested to leave. So he loses them anyway, and without the benefit of a mystery to help bring him back.

Thats not to say the vote wasnt awfully divided, there were plenty of people who were at the very least okay with him staying. But with more time and less distance to think things out, a lot of the folks who fall into the "wary but willing to hear him out" category in canon (i have a whole chart fiejfjdj) ended up moving to the "we dont want him here" side of things because they found themselves understandably uncomfortable with the situation and the harm caused by it to others. To their friends.

Basically, its enough of a majority vote to get Grian kicked anyway and without an opening to return. And in this au, i dont think he would return. The au as i have it outlined is that Grian ends up spending years alone on a singleplayer world, falling into his grief and into the rote cycle of surviving but not thriving, until Iskall (one of the people who wanted him to stay) meets him in a market hub and eagerly gets back in touch with him.

Its very much one of those aus that really SQUEEZES your heart, bc its about the loneliness, and the emptiness of losing your entire community, and knowing it is your fault. Its about what happens when you fully isolate because of guilt and forget what its like to be happy because you wont LET yourself be happy. And its about relearning what its like to be a person instead of personified misery. The recovery in that au is SO much harder, so much of a more difficult road (which is saying smth considering canon's is already super difficult), and takes a lot more time and effort on Grian's part. Its a good au, one im really sinking my teeth into and chattering about in dms, but my gods is it significantly worse in many ways to canon hunger au

[baconcolacan]

What would happen if R Tord and S Tord subconsciously switched places? Like no one would know that they had swapped and they were free to do whatever.

Oh my god, like a mental swap instead of the fully physical ones we’ve been doing?? Good lord! Thats horrible (When it comes to R Tord swapping with S Tord at least)

First of all, R Tord would be extremely disoriented when it first happens, and of course he’d feel all kinds of fucked up because S Tord’s body has chronic pain, plus he’s older so things will feel all wonky and achy.

He’d probably throw a fit when he realizes he needs mobility aid (the leg brace and crutches) and try to think up of a way to get out of his situation and back in his own universe (because he’d be damned if this clearly incompetent version of himself ruined all his progress back home.) Besides, where the hell even is he?? Some sort of house?? Dear god, dont tell him theres a version of him who settled down somewhere to be a nobody hermit-

“Elskling?? Have you found your files yet? We really have to get back to the office now.”

That voice. That definitely shuts him up. He might be gaping a little when he turns to the door and finds Thomas of all people coming in and walking towards him. He looks older, definitely, but thats clearly Thomas, or at least a version of him.

….and he’d be lying if he said his eyes weren’t straying somewhat.

This Thomas moved with grace, his steps were light but actively aware, he carried himself with confidence and a slight haughtiness his own Thomas didn’t quite have yet. His posture nearly reflected Tord’s own, deceivingly docile but ready to move into action when needed.

This Thomas was every bit of potential he had ever seen in his own Thomas.

His hands moved on their own, reaching out in a familiar gesture he wasn’t used to, and to his surprise, Thomas willingly stepped into his hold, smiling as his arms wrapped around his neck.

“What…did you say??” He didn’t mean to speak in Norwegian, but frankly he’s a little shocked.

Thomas hummed as he looked up at him.

“Your files? You dragged me all the way back home because you needed my help finding them??”

He nearly jolted out of his skin when this Thomas replied to him in perfectly fluent Norwegian.

Suddenly he wants.

Well….maybe this whole universal mishap won’t be so bad.

A little fun is allowed.

He feels himself grin as his hands wander along this Thomas’ body. “Well…what if I lied?” He teases as he pulls him closer. “What if I might have forgotten something else??”

Thomas lets out a little purr- and wasn’t that interesting?- but he leaned his head back a bit even as Tord tries to move in.

“Cute, but no, in case you’ve forgotten, you have a public address today, Red Leader.” He nearly feels himself choke when Thomas fingers the collar of his shirt with a smirk. “But maybe later, if you feel up to it.”

Red Leader?

Oh….how fun.

Maybe this universe isn’t all that bad.

“Do you promise?”

“Of course sir.”

He knew it was probably meant to be teasing, but the rush he feels at Thomas addressing him like that nearly has him dizzy.

He gives in to his wants and pulls Thomas in for a kiss, somewhat rough but deep enough to make him breathless.

Once they break apart, Thomas seems a little winded. “Oh wow, that was…” Then he paused, biting his lower lip. Tord nudges him a little.

“Good? Great even?” He chuckles.

Thomas seems to snap out of whatever thought took him and just smiles at him. “New, more or less.” He leaned up for another kiss that Tord happily gives him. “I don’t hate it at least.”

Tord laughs and lets go of him, walking around him to get out of the room.

Tom looks after his husband’s retreating back with a frown he doesn’t see.

Something’s…..off…..

—

STord would probably be panicking when he comes to.

He doesn’t feel all his usual aches, his right leg doesn’t feel like hell when he puts too much weight on it, his right arm feels heavier and looks a bit clunkier than he remembered.

Also what the hell was up with his uniform?!

Why is there so much gold?? Holy fuck, he feels like a douchebag, this was the kind of design he might have vibed with when he was younger, maybe around like 15 to 17 years old, because he was a right asshole at that age, but now it was just making his eye hurt.

Fuck what the hell?! He made the mistake of giving himself a once over, jesus, he looks stupid.

One glance around him clued him in to the fact that he was at a medical ward, one that he was familiar with, a medical ward in the Red Army.

But….things were wrong.

There were slight differences, the hallway was too long, there was an extra door where there shouldn’t be, some staff members that he saw, who should have been fired a long time ago, were suddenly back and working in the wards???

Not only that, but he had this exact medical ward torn down and renovated years ago! Because they secured enough funding for a central hospital so that the HQ buildings could just have a dedicated clinic each.

What the fuck is going on???

“….Sir…?”

He snapped out of his daze when a doctor beside him hesitantly piped up. When he moved his eye toward him, the man flinched minutely, making him frown.

He knew he was intimidating, being RA’s commander, but his medical staff rarely reacted like this towards him.

“Are you here to visit the patient?”

“Patient?” His voice surprised him, it sounded less rough than what he was used to after years of tobacco abuse, he sounded younger.

Oh hell no.

He snapped his gaze towards the opaque window of the door he stood in front of, and focused his gaze, ignoring the nervous stammering of the doctor beside him.

That…..wasn’t his face.

It was, but it wasn’t.

Then the doctor said something that made him freeze.

“I-I mean, the prisoner sir. Thompson.”

…Thompson???

Prisoner?!

Tord grasped the handle of the door and barged in, slamming it in the face of the doctor who tried to follow behind him.

His breath caught in his throat at what he saw.

Tom was sitting up on a hospital bed, but his arms were strapped down by the wrists at his sides. Bandages covered his poor love- or at least a version of him, but to Tord, he was still always going to be his kjaere- almost covering any patch of skin he could see, and on the skin he could see were a litany of scars that marred his flesh.

He stopped himself from flinching when Tom looked up after noticing his presence, his eyes were sunken in, surrounded by a dark shade of black, he grinned at him, but the look was wild and cornered.

There was genuine contempt in his eyes.

Tord felt his heart ache.

Tom huffed.

“Back so soon commie prick?”

[divine-cricetinae]

Actually I'm obsessed with the eldritch abomination magical girl do you have like more on that story? Like a synopsis or doodles that didn't make it to the post cool if not it just seemed so up my alley

yes I do! I won’t be able to pack it all in one post but I still got some juicy deets :)

slight body horror warning for some images below

Our Heroine Briar frank is a hermit, like a major hermit. She’s a fan of the occult and macabre who has a not so great view of life. Sick of the monotony and not much going for her social wise she decides to follow a random ritual she found on a sketchy forum. It was probably bullshit but god she was hoping for at least a little zest in her cramped apartment

who knew it would actually work? And furthermore-

-who knew a simple misspelling causes a completely different entity to appear? The sparkle filled and cutefied Cthuwu! her entrance caused Briar’s room to distort into what simply could be described as a psychedelic nightmare, inflict her with momentary madness, and had an almost fatal misunderstanding in which she got thrown into a completely different dimension, afterwards she was eager to receive an explanation, to which they were very happy with giving one.

it turns out heaven has been planning a do over on humanity for a long time after witnessing our chaos below and is finally arriving down on earth to grant us with loving salvation, of course in its eyes the only ‘salvation’ that could possibly save us is…death. It doesn’t help that whatever their sending is causing mass insanity to those who live to witness it’s ‘mercy’.

Now most other powerful beings aren’t blinking an eye at this, as to them its like a colony of ants being exterminated after a few millennia of them making a very big hill. Cthuwu however, finds humanity charming and worthy of life enough to want to defend it against this extermination…The only problem is on the power scale of beings she is..definitely on the lower side of it. So her plan?

Recruit as many otherworldly creatures to her cause as possible! And she needs Briar as her conduit for that.

Of course Briar doesn’t have much of a choice in this matter considering this elder god could easily turn on a dime if refused. so reluctantly, she took up the mantle of ‘magical girl chu chu Cthulhu’ to bring any monster-of-the-week she can find on humanity’s side while dealing with heaven’s army.

and even worse? She starts to yearn for connections, for people to be around her and like being around her…And It turns out those creatures might be a little bit of what she needs.

-whenever she gains the support of one they’ll leave a piece of themselves with her that is grafted onto her body and grants a new ability, along with a promise of their support in any particularly dire battle.

of course if they’re less…complying..Theres always the old fashioned way.

Yet she’ll need a lot of support if she wants to stop whats coming.

[spacecatdet]

Taking my own advice and trying more writing. Bringing back my Mumbo is Father Spore thoughts for this! At first it was going to be smut but turned into some soft. This was going to be sent to Bluiex's blog but it won't let me. So you guys get this instead

Check the Father Spore tag on @bluiex blog to learn more

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The pile of papers seemed to be endless. Roads needed to be built, people needed to get shop permits, lighting, complaints, and so much more.

If he had known just how much there was to do as mayor. He would have rethought running for mayor, not that he didn't love Hermitcraft and the hermits. He did, just the work was so much more than expected.

Rubbing at his eyes Scar looked out the window trying to figure out how many nights it has been since, since he's had a goods night sleep. To many at this point he figures, sighing he turns back to the mound of paperwork that isn't going to take care of itself.

He was starting to miss the days before his mayoral ship. And missing his friends he hadn't seen since he became mayor. He was busy sure, but never to busy to see Grian and Mumbo. Who knew what those two were getting up to since.

Resting his cheek on his fist he stared at the papers before him. Before long his eyes slipped close, sleep finally catching up to him. He wasn't sure how long he was out until he felt a hand on his face gently caressing his cheek. Humming softly at the feeling Scar's eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to focus on who was in front of him.

"There you are."

A soft voice coo'd at him, continuing to carcass his cheek.

"We were worried about you for a moment."

'We?'

Scar's eyes snapped open finally focusing on the figure in front of him. Mother spore had made themselves comfortable on his desk. And was the one who had woken him up, jerking back he looked around the room for the other person.

Sitting on a couch he had in his office that he'd use for naps at time. Scar spotted Father Spore sitting silently watching him, small smirk on his face. When had they entered his office?

Flustering for a moment Scar found his footing looking back at Mother Spore.

"Come to corrupt me Mother Spore? Or am I just lucky and getting a late night visit?" Scar forced a smile, this was the last thing he needed right now.

Mother Spore huffs at his question, hopping off the desk before making their way to his side.

"Now where would the fun be in that Scar? We'd rather you be awake for that. Besides, we did have other plans but." Mother Spore leaned in closer, causing Scar to lean back some in return.

"When was the last time you slept?"

Scar blinked back at Mother Spore, what kind of question was that. Why would Mother Spore care when he slept, even better question. Why wait to try and corrupt him when they could take what they wanted.

It was then he got a good look at Mother Spore, it must have been obvious that it clicked who Mother Spore really was. Since Mother Spore, no Grian chuckled softly at his expression. Scar quickly glanced over at Father Spore too before looking back at Mother Spore.

Now he knew why Grian and Mumbo had gone quiet, they were the leaders of the resistance. Swallowing hard he locked eyes with Grian, who was now looking at him worried.

"Scar, have you been getting any sleep?" Grian's previous teasing tone now gone.

"A little." Scar mumbled in return. "There's just so much to do as mayor you know, theres -"

Before Scar could start rambling Grian pressed a finger to his lips stopping him. Grian felt cooler to the touch than Scar could remember, not that he had memorized that before.

Grian tutted at him before grabbing his hand and spinning his chair, so that Scar now faced him.

"That won't do, now come on."

Grian tugged Scar's arm gently trying to coax him up, which Scar should have protested. But the news of who Mother and Father Spore was with the lack of sleep was catching up to him. Grabbing his cane he let Grian help him up.

It wasn't long before Grian was leading him to the couch, sitting down at the other end. Grian patted him lap after pulling Scar down to sit. Scar gave Grian a puzzled look which got a small sigh from the man.

"You are going to take a nap, now come on."

Grian patted his lap again, leaving no room for Scar to protest. That didn't spot his face from heating up just a little. If Grian or Mumbo noticed they didn't say anything.

As Scar laid his head down in Grian's lap, Mumbo pulled his legs up into his lap. Rubbing slow circles against his aching legs. Scar couldn't help the soft sigh he let out as he got comfortable. He missed this, missed them.

As Mumbo massaged his legs, Grian started to card through his hair. Causing Scar's eyes to flutter shut, exhaustion settling in. He hadn't noticed just how tired he was until now. Yet something Grian said wouldn't let his mind finally shut down. Peaking an eye open to look at Grian.

"What did you mean that you two had other plans?"

Mumbo finally made a sound, laughing at Scar's question. Grian grinned down at him, mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Don't worry about that right now, Scar, maybe if you are good for us and sleep. We'll show you what plans we had for you later. For now, sleep."

The way Grian purred that at him made his face warm. It was a promise he'd like to find out later, for now. He nodded listening to Grian closing his eyes falling in to a deep sleep.

"Scar? Scar!"

Scar jumped when someone yelled his name. Blinking at the person who was calling him, he seen Bdubs bending over him staring at him.

"Did you sleep in your office?! Scar! You need to stop pulling so many late nights and go home to sleep!"

Bdubs scolded, continuing on about how important sleep was as Scar set up looking around the room. Grian and Mumbo were long gone by now, Scar wondered if he had just dreamt them being there that night. How lonely was he to dream about them.

That was until he finally got Bdubs to end his tirade with the promise of taking today off and go get some rest. Upon his desk was a small note, folded in half.

Opening it up was a small note, a promise from Mother and Father Spore that they will see their favorite Mayor later. So it wasn't a dream after all, with a smile he left for home. Ready to see his cat and his bed.

Unknown to Scar, there was far more waiting for him at his house. The two who had made the promise to see him again, had plans to keep that promise sooner than later.

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I think this is the longest I've wrote for the blog LMAO. Mumbo doesn't talk much here since he didn't really need to but sure he has more to say to Scar when he gets home <:3c

Hopefully this makes sense LOL I started to get tired near the end I still see Grumbot pointing him towards the block that will turn him. Making him Father Spore, who Grian follows quickly after they end up losing

[imightbeatomato]

So. I'm relatively good at school in terms of like.. getting good grades on the stuff that I do. I'm not so good at the doing stuff. Like.. time management=bad. So I often start to think like.. what if I dont do certain things. And I want to delineate exactly what my thought process was in this instance.

So for one of my courses, 70% of the grade is based on 3 big tests. The remaining is split btw group work, and individual assignments.

I hate groupwork because I'm a socially anxious hermit. I know I can get good grades on the tests because they're open book and I'm good at tests. So assuming I get around 80% on each test, and did nothing else, what would my mark be?

Well it'd be 80% of 70 =70*0.80 =8*7

=8*8-8

=8*9-8-8

=8*10-8-8-8

=80-(3*8)

=80-24

=80-20-4

=60-4

=56

But then I realized that I could have done

70*0.80

=7*8

=5*8+2*8

=40+16

=56

and idk, I just find the process of simple mental math very soothing

Also, I only need to pass this to graduate bc its a required course. I hate this course. Its organizational psychology and I couldnt care less about how to make employees more productive.

Actually, I want to be a teacher and theres probably a good amount that would cross over into how to motivate students and stuff. Maybe I should be paying more attention....

Its still nice to know how little of my ass I need to put into this course to graduate tho bc I'm pretty burnt out rn and my room smells like cat pee and I have no idea why. I've smelt everything in here and nothing seems like its got the stink on it. Its just in the air

[wanderrlust0]

T-T

also my bf is being weird again….!!!! everyy time i hang out with snow (which has been a month or two apart) he gets weird with me again!!! he acts cold and short with me and its always like the next day. he swears im gonna cheat or not want him anymore, no matter how much i tell him that i wont and that i love him too much to think about wanting to leave him. like, i feel secure in our relationship and theres only a few things that could make me feel like its not. when he gets all anxious like this about us i feel like its bc he just doesnt feel fully secure with the relationship.. even tho weve been together for 4.5YeaRs. hes also had way more dreams than he should be having of me breaking up or leaving him. bc of his anxiety and fear of being cheated!!! like he gets upset bc they feel real in his dream and then he thinks what if its trueee. i feel like thats not fair to me in a way bc im not doing anything bad behind his back or seeking out someone else to make me happy. i also think maybe him feeling insecure with himself plays a factor into it. like maybe he feels like no one wants to stay with him or i dont love him anymore and he doesnt feel good about himself and then ends up suffering in his thoughts alone and becomes a hermit crab. i didnt mention anything to his mood yesterday bc i didnt wanna pester him with more to think about and i wont be able to see him in person for like a wk. i just wanted to seem fine..but maybe ill say something today. yesterday when i was contemplating on talking about it, i was going to be like howve you been, are you okay, do you still love me. mostly the do you still love me question bc seriously. so im also thinking that he saw snows bday post on ig since theyre not private and saw how they posted my card&drawing i did for them and ofc that made him feel a type of way. like, why is she making good art for someone else. i did it bc they didnt even want me to buy a gift for them or treat them or anything. they suggested to make something bc they like to display art in their room from other friends who have given them art. like the two people who i met the other day, they both create digital art of people. but thats why i made that drawing. aaand im planning on painting something for my other friend for her xmas gift. so i dont see giving my art as like a romantic gesture or anything, its just another way to give a personalized gift and it saves money lol. like, i just wanna shout “you have nothing to worry about!” i mean they were literally gushing to me about a guy they started seeing and they went on their first date yesterday and texted me about it and im just replying like im their hypewoman. i feel like this whole thing is making it feel like his worst nightmare and it shouldnt beeeee

edit: 12.14 / alright so i asked him “do you still love me?” and he says, “well yeah, nothing has happened yet to make me think otherwise” ………YET….. YET?!? like why are you beingggg like thiss to meee

[moth-like-habits]

A bit of help // beetho, 1,253 words

cw// sword wound (not very graphic but it’s there)

It was a bad idea- a worse idea than normal. In hindsight it was a rookie mistake, one that Beef definitely shouldn’t be making. All he needed was some wither skulls (would a beacon improve the opulence of the hacienda?) and he decided “hey why don’t I fly around, find a new fortress!” Sounded like fun, until he landed on the fortress walkway without seeing the wither skeleton behind him-which he payed for with a nasty slash on his back. And since he didn’t have his chest plate on- well let’s just say the wither effect can make for some painful injuries. But, if you think Beef looks bad you should see the skeleton-yikes.

That being said, Beef probably looks halfway to death if he looks anything like he feels. He’s not actually dying but an open wound like that isn’t exactly going to heal overnight. Most people would probably chug a few health potions and call it good but… well, maybe he’s old fashioned (he is VintageBeef) but he always prefers to tend to his wounds himself. It heals better, scars less, and- arguably best of all- doesn’t itch with the magic stitching you back together.

But that leads him to his current predicament: how in the world is he going to do this. He made it back the the hacienda and has situated himself in front of some decorative mirror in the living room (it’s got a gold frame, just screams opulence). The sword made an arc from his right shoulder to his mid spine, just twisting around to see it burns. That would be due to the slight tinge black around the gash- a bit of lingering wither sickness. He really got himself into trouble huh.

There’s not a lot of hermits that Beef is confident in the first aid skills of- it’s only really the old school players that bother at this point. Regardless of that, this is something he should be able to do himself. He’s not a rookie, he’s had to do plenty of battlefield medicine in his time. He’s gone through worse. Beef’s known to be friendly and cheerful, yes, but he’s also got a stubborn streak- if he can do it himself he will. As a result not a lot of hermits have really seen him injured like this. Why start now?

Beef sighs and looks out the window. At this point it’s fairly obvious what he has to do but… it’s midnight, does he really want to wake him up? For a measly scratch? Unfortunately (or fortunately) the decision gets made for him as a wave of pain leaves him gritting his teeth. Here goes nothing.

[VintageBeef -> Etho] hey man can you come over? I might need some medical help

Last he checked, Etho shared this antiquated habit. Plus, he taught the man most of what he knows back in their mindcrack days. And besides all that… there’s no one he’d trust more.

~~~

Etho all but barges into the hacienda. He flew here as soon as he got the message- he wasn’t asleep, which he’s infinitely glad of now. Once inside Beef’s base he scans the room for his friend.

“Beef? Are you there?” Theres a pained “over here” from the living room and it’s all Etho needs to rush over. The scene he’s met with isn’t nearly as bad as he feared- which he mentally shakes himself for. Beef is sitting on some plush stool and grinning weakly at him.

“Hey Etho,” the grimace in his voice prompts Etho to shift from relief back to concern. A second glance around the room has his eyes catching on a standing mirror behind where Beef’s sitting. More specifically, the large slash through his white shirt and- are those blood stains?

He stops dead in his tracks “Beef- what did you do.”

“I didn’t mean too! I just may have accidentally got backstabbed by a wither skeleton! No big deal…”

With a shaky sigh, he’s sparked back into motion and comes to stand behind Beef’s stool and settles himself into a focus often reserved for long redstone projects. No distracting feelings right now.

“Alright Beefers, can you take your shirt off yourself or do you need help?”

“Whoa! A bit forward today eh?” He chuckles a bit, but it seems halfhearted. “…No, I think I’ll need help.” It’s an awkward (and painful) process but they manage to get Beef out of his shirt. Now able to see the full wound, Etho sucks in a breathe.

“Beef how- where’s your first aid kit?”

Beef wordlessly points to a box by the couch and once Etho settles back in behind him he responds “It’s just as I said. Backstabbed- or should I say back-slashed by a wither skeleton. I flew in and didn’t look where I was going. Stupid mistake.”

Etho hums his response, most of his focus going into cleaning wither bone dust out of the cut. It isn’t that deep, but the placement makes it hard to clean yourself- and with the wither residue it will just get more painful when left sitting there. By Beef’s tone it’s obvious he’s aware of all of this. “Happens to the best of us Beef, don’t worry. Bet the other guy looks worse.”

That brought a chuckle out of him at least. “Oh he did- didn’t have any skin on his bones!”

There’s a lull in conversation as Etho finishes up cleaning and dressing the wound. He can almost hear the thoughts running through Beefs head. If he knows his friend at all, he’s probably either annoyed he couldn’t handle everything himself or feeling guilty he had to ask for help. Or both. With everything wrapped up Etho packs up the supplies and fetches a new shirt. (Fortunately getting Beef into it is far less of a struggle)

Bring another stool around, Etho situates himself in front of his friend. “Out with it Beefers.”

His silence speaks for itself, but after a long sigh, dark blue eyes meet grey and red. “I’m sorry for dragging you here at void-knows what time for a wound I should be able to take care of- that I shouldn’t have even gotten-“

It’s an impulse decision. A more impulsive one than normal. Etho pulls down his mask and delivers a soft peck to Beef’s lips before quickly retreating. He’s positive his ears are bright red but he’s in good company because Beef’s looking a lot redder than he was a moment ago. A lot more speechless too, a small shocked smile lighting up his face.

“I- you- You kissed me!”

“Try not to self destruct there Beefers.” A lopsided smile. “You don’t need to apologize, I’m happy to help. You’d have made it worse trying to fix that on your own.”

“Gee thanks, I appreciate your confidence.” Beef rolls his eyes, all the while intertwining a hand with his. “But really, thank you anyway.”

The following silence is comfortable, both content to just sit with one of their oldest friends. It’s not too long before Beef yawns, the exhaustion from the day’s excitement finally catching up with him.

“Getting tired old man?”

“Hey- who you calling old!? …yes I’m tired. It’s pretty late though if you want to just stay here for the night…”

“Who’s being forward now, eh Beef?” And the answering chuckle chases away any last worries Etho had for the older. They both made some quick decisions today but in hindsight Etho would say his turned out pretty well.