#xisuma angst

[goldencassius]

Not the happiest this this one but background practice is background practice. A little angst of Xisuma leaving Evil Xisuma in the void.

[shepscapades]

don't mind me just thinking about the intimacy of someone repairing/inspecting someone else's android parts and mechanisms,,,

How did you read the post-destruction fic I’ve been working on before I even put the words from my brain on the page

[avocadish0w0]

Related to the post about parrot fears:

Grian always tries to get home before dark. Of course there's the normal zombies and creepers to be worried about but something about the night is off putting. Things don't look the way they are and danger is harder to find. One night as he's sailing over the forest, something shoots him down. He tries desperately to stay in the air but his wings are growing tired and he's starting to loose altitude. Eventually he bites the bullet and lands, in the middle of a dark oak forest with leaves so thick they blot out the sky. He's frozen, he doesn't know what to do, the darkness is closing in on him, his wings ache and he swore he heard a twig snap. He screams but no one hears him, except for whatever shot him down. ~ 🌟

That is extremely well written, thanks for the ask..... Star anon? Did I get it right?

(This prompt is old, I completely forgot about that it was sitting on my drafts so I finally decided to finish it)

TW: Blood, vomiting, panic attacks, sharp blades, Sam

(Plus some Dadsuma comfort because yes)

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...His wings were aching, he held himself to keep the cold out, he couldn't fly, and his screams would just make the situation worse, he walked, careful not to step in a loose twig, he doesn't know where's the moon, the only thing that could guide him through the void of the endless night, only a few moonlight streaks were able to find their way through the thick leaves of the dense forest.

His mind could be playing tricks on him, but he swears he saw eyes glowing pure white, piercing through the pitch black forest, he walked towards the unknown, fearing his safety and sanity, he held the hem of his jumper ever now and then, crossing his arms, looking around, everything but staying quiet in his place, the white eyes were following him, he started to walk faster as the creature followed him right behind, running seemed like the best option, as he knew death was growing nearer, he couldn't hear the sounds around him, yet he didn't know if it was just his head playing games with him, or if the forest was making a minute of silence for his ever so near end, walking faster and faster, hearing the grass shuffling behind him. It was following him.

He started to run, not caring of he stepped on twigs, that snapped at the slightest touch. The blond avian stumbled on a big root, falling forwards and scraping his face and hands, mud staining his clothes, he looked up and back, supporting his weight on his elbows, his breathing quickened, scared and tired, the white eyes suddenly gained a voice alongside

"Well, well, well, long time no see, Taurtis"

A smirk glistened under a streak of moonlight, a pair of bunny ears appearing soon after, Grian could feel his heart dropping, he wanted to throw up, to scream and cry, but only one of those became true, he felt nauseous as he turned around, the food from earlier coming back, scratching his throat, he looked at the pool of vomit under him, stained with blood and glistening pieces of glass? No... Plastic, multiple sharp pieces of plastic tinted crimson, he reached to clean his mouth, only to be met with a blue sweater instead of his own, the weight of suspensories and headphones on his head made him panic

"Sam... no... This isn't real... It's not real... it's not, it's not, it's not it's-"

"It's very real, Taurtis, missed me?" The bunny boy raised a sword, tilting the avian's head to look at him with the sharp blade

"I'M NOT TAURTIS!! MY NAME'S-" before the boy could finish, the blade went straight through his throat, he could feel his vision fading black, his last sight being the symbol he always hated glistening purple above the boy in front of him, a distant, deep voice rang in his ears

"Always watching... Xelqua..."

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He woke up breathing heavily, desperate, screaming in horror, his hands clutching his throat, suddenly, he felt as if the plastic shards were still there with his dinner, his head was spinning, there were people talking around him, but he couldn't concentrate on what they were saying.

He gripped his hair, unable to breathe, his lungs felt heavy, he wanted to feel something but everything was numb, he felt someone hold his hands, taking them gently out of his hair, the touch was cold, robotic even.

Grian looked up, seeing the warm, fatherly look on the admin's face made him feel safe, his name was still Grian...

Not Taurtis...

Not Xelqua...

Grian.

He was still himself...

Away from them

He hugged Xisuma as hard as possible, still sobbing, searching for any kind of hint that this might be an illusion or another dream, another nightmare, but found none, nothing other than the safety of his base and the warmth of the father figure hugging him back, the soft moonlight outside shone through the windows, casting a soft glow over the duo "Grian, is everything okay? Do you need to talk?" He heard X saying, his tone hushed and soft, as if any alteration would send the fragile avian on his arms to scatter away "I'm fine... Just a nightmare..." He pauses for a while "My name's still Grian right...? I'm still me... Right...?" He could feel the lump on his throat get bigger, his jaw hurting from holding back more tears, desperate for some sort of affirmation "Why? Of course you are! You're still the same pesky bird that loves pranking everyone, you're still our Grian, and as far as I know, your name never changed to Grain" the admin jokes softly, trying to lighten the mood

"Thanks dad..." The avian relaxes, letting the soft sounds of crackling from the torches lull him back to sleep on the admin's embrace

"Anytime G... Now rest... You're safe now... I'll never let anything happen to you, to any of the Hermits"

X's voice is the last thing he hears before falling asleep, without nightmare to haunt him, without them to hunt him

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OH THIS TOOK ME SO LONG!

I finally found out more about Grian's lore (Still have no idea why Xelqua, but I know some of the lore of YHS because of FanFiction) and decided to add it here! Sorry for the angst and I actually really liked writing Dadsuma comfort!

Anygay, have a good day, night or evening wherever you are in the world and goood bye!

[hermitcraft-shifter]

I know I just posted a story idea with this concept, but Joe being the 'canary' of Hermitcraft— pretend or not —gives me brainrot. Like, I was looking up types of canaries to see if there's a blue variant, and I realize that a 'miner's canary' isn't just a canary a miner brings to their death. A canary is trapped in the mine. I know that Xisuma can also fit the definition in that case since he's been 'trapped' on Hermitcraft since the beginning as well and would definitely be considered the first warning of danger/death if something happened to him, being the admin and all, but maybe that's the point.

Joe isn't unique.

The canary curse isn't really a real curse, but the thin line between being taken for granted because you've always been there and everyone being lost without you because you've always been there helping. It's not a curse, but a classification. It's not a curse, but a handmade prison. You're too important to lose, but you're too ingrained to be notable. You've never left. You don't think you can leave. Everyone's always left you.

A canary trapped in a bird cage in a coal mine.

[awoart114253]

I love people that draw/write Evil x to be a teenager, because even if I personally see them as a manchild, all the edginess and tantrums just make so much more sense if he's 15 lol

[anyknot]

I woke up today and choose violence >:3

In different words, here's some Void brothers angst

a letter that found it's way to Xisumas' desk

Hello Xisuma I honestly don’t know how to start this, but since I expect you to throw this away as soon as you see this, I don’t suppose I have to think about it that much. So… I don’t know if you noticed, you probably didn’t, but I’m no longer in the Void. Please, don’t stress yourself over this. I have no intention in bringing more trouble to you. I have found a way to trouble you no more. I’ve made a deal with Lady Death herself. She agreed to take my life, and give what remained to you. I know it’s not much. I know death is not a luxury I deserve. I deserve to suffer for all I did to you, and your Hermits. But I cannot do this any longer. I can’t live -as much as being in the Void counts as living- knowing what I have caused you.  So I guess this is my last goodbye For all it’s worth, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all I have done to you all. I don’t and won’t ask for your forgiveness, as I know I don’t deserve one. And when I know I won’t ever see you again, I feel like speaking the truth. So thank you. Thank you for protecting me, since the day I was born. You weren’t older by much, yet you still found a way to protect me from the world that tried to hurt me. Hurt us both. Thank you for taking the blame for me. When I did something stupid, even though you warned me. Like the time I broke moms favorite vase. You were grounded for weeks when in the meantime I could run freely through the world. Thank you for raising me, when our parents left. When you became the one who had to be responsible. The one who had to bring food to the table. Had to be the one to teach me about the world. Thank you for being the light, even in the darkest of days. The times where everything seemed pointless. When we were the last left. When I couldn’t imagine surviving another day. You show me that not everything is pointless. When the world shoved you to your knees, you always rose like the sun. Thank you for being there for me, even when I didn’t deserve that. You were there. You were always there. Thank you, for being the best brother I could’ve ever asked for.  My time is running out and all I can regret is never saying this to your face. Just… I have one last thing to ask of you. I know it’s selfish. I know I don’t deserve it. But please, don’t forget about me. Remember me in the good, or bad. But please just… remember that once in the past, long forgotten by time, you had a brother. With all the love in the universe,  E. Xivea Void

[anon-wilford]

I SWEAR theres not enough Xisuma angst out there

And when there is angst its always him needing a nap or like, something to do with evil X coming back qith a redemption ark and something something Hermits something somwthing forgot something something Xisuma something somthing suicide/suicide attempt (sometimes he actually goes thru with it but most is just him going to the void)

Which, is great, it is.

But man sometimes I just want some hurt/comfort where Xosuma is the "main character" and it doesnt have anything ro do with him needing a nap.

Yall forgetting he literally works out all the time, is an early bird?

[spinnertop]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Evil Xisuma/Helsknight (Hermitcraft) Characters: Helsknight (Hermitcraft), Evil Xisuma (Hermitcraft), Original Characters Additional Tags: Isolation, Self-Harm, Hurt Helsknight, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery, Helsknight uses he/she pronouns, Nonbinary Evil Xisuma (Hermitcraft), Helsknight Needs a Hug (Hermitcraft), not explicitly said but Hels is a manticore hybrid, no beta we die like Ren and doc in season 8 Summary:

No one survived the void. It was a well known fact. It was also incorrect. Helsknight would be happy to demonstrate.

[lady-astras]

Healed Promises - Pt 1

! By Xizara i mean Evil Xisuma, that’s the name I have him !

! These phone numbers are purely randomly typed into the keyboard, please do not try calling them !

Xisuma prided himself on the fact that he kept his promises. He was a man of honor - whatever he told someone he’d do (or implied that he’d do it), he would do it. No one would be let down under his watch, least of all his hermits. 

He didn’t see Wels all that often, but he liked to think of their pride as a bonding connection.

Maybe there was a reason for that. Maybe it was the guilt that consumed his soul every single day since he was eighteen. The guilt that ate away at him, constantly reminding him of a fateful portal he’d opened.

He’d let them down by leaving.

He always kept promises after that though. Ones he could keep, ones that were iffy. He always kept them. A promise was like a little trinket, something small that meant something big to someone else. They’d entrusted him to keep it and so he honored that wish.

Which was why he was initially so hesitant to send a reply letter back. By no means was it a huge commitment. But… did he really want to see him again?

Xizara had never, ever done anything wrong. He had always been the one to wrap Xia in blankets and whisper soothing words to her, all while he himself was the one who invoked arguments with his parents as a last-ditch effort to try to help. Maybe if he’d been more emotionally available for his siblings they wouldn’t resent him so much. Xizara had probably asked to meet him just to tell him off after gathering the courage to see him after fifteen years.

He picked up the letter to read it again, parchment clearly ripped out of an empty notebook, the paper softened from the times he’d crumpled it up and instantly regretted it.

Xisuma -

I write to you after a while to tentatively ask to meet. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, and as everyone knows, twins always stick together.

Void if only they could have stuck together, like False and her twin did. 

I know you’re busy - you always are, precious Admin child.

Was he being made fun of? Was that some form of anger being expressed in the note of always being overlooked?

So if you could please write back that would be great. We can arrange a time or something?

My new comm number is 682-720-8165 if you want to save it. If you’re mad at me just say that.

Inanis’ blessings,

Xizara Void

Dammit this was difficult. Was he annoyed or not? Surely if he was annoyed the letter would be worded differently? But he could be trying to hide it.

He pulled out a piece of paper and a fancy pen from his stationery drawer.

Hey Xizara,

Yeah I’d be down to meet! I’m pretty busy lately but as the admin of the server I’m sure I can delegate or something, haha.

Do you want me to come back home or do you want to visit me here? I can make accommodations for the air and stuff, but it’d be helpful if you still have the helmet or mask I gave you.

I don’t have much of a preference but I get the feeling I’m not really welcomed at home anymore…

You can contact me as well if you like by personal comm at 451-269-0157. If that’s the wrong number just let me know, I get my work and personal numbers mixed up sometimes.

Regards,

Xisuma Void, Ad.M

He sighed, setting down the pen. The promise was inked and he was now obligated to send it.

If this was a trap waiting for him he’d rather be prepared, but if it wasn’t he didn’t want to estrange his siblings even more.

To the interdimensional post office.

[helsex-moved]

'Lily white and poppy red I trembled when he laid me out You won't feel a thing, he said, when you go down Nothing gonna wake you now' (Flowers - Hadestown)

Day 20 - Flowers (prompt via @evil-xisapril)

[I.D. A digital drawing of Evil Xisuma and Helsknight. Ex is laying on their back in a flowery field, their armor is broken and melted in places and some of their skin is burnt. Blood trickles from their mouth and an unseen injury on their head as they smile weakly up at Hels tears in their eyes. Hels sits next to them looking down horrified, one of his hands holds their face and they hold onto that arm. The background is a warm yellow and orange sky with clouds.]

[thathermitweirdo]

Sibling Issues

Hi everyone! This is a oneshot I wrote over TWO years ago. Kinda crazy, but here we are. I wanna start moving some oneshots over here to tumblr, but if you’d like to read more, check out my Wattpad :)

Anyway, Enjoy!

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Xisuma sat on the edge of his storage tower, just as the sun began to descend over the jungle. The dusty orange glow of the horizon caused the leaves to gleam in the sunset. With the wind brushing through his chestnut hair, the admin took in a deep breath of fresh air. His helmet sat on his lap, allowing X to breathe freely.

Hermitcraft season seven had come to its end. Xisuma had let the hermits head to season eight, while he stayed behind to wrap everything up. The quiet was nice, to take a few moments to enjoy the peacefulness of the empty server. No pranking or firework rockets in the distance, the only sound was the rustling of the leaves that shook with the wind.

Xisuma watched silently as the sun slowly crossed over the horizon, the sky turning dark as the moon began to take its place in the sky. Stars twinkled above, gleaming down on the quiet little server. The admin shut his eyes, feeling the wind against his face, the gentle breeze brushing against his cheeks.

"Alright Xisuma. Enough wasting time. Get back to work." The Brit spoke to himself with a heavy sigh, placing his helmet over his head as he got to his feet.

The admin snapped his fingers together, a purple screen appearing before him. Xisuma typed away at the keyboard, hesitating as his hand hovered over the 'enter' key. This could risk everything that he had worked for. The identity that he had built, the life that he had created from scratch, it all could come crumbling to the ground if something went wrong.

"This needs to be done," Xisuma said to himself, trying to reassure his decision, although he didn't sound saddened or hesitant, even as he continued to speak. "I can't just leave him in the void. I never should have banned him to begin with."

He quickly pressed the 'enter' key on the screen, and within moments, Xisuma had spotted the chat message popping up.

<EvilXisuma joined the game>

Typing in another command, Xisuma hit enter once again, his brother suddenly teleporting right in front of the admin. Ex was stunned at the unfamiliar method of travel, dazed after returning from the void. It had been so long in the silence, the cold, empty, darkness that he had been locked away in.

Ex ripped off his helmet, dropping to his knees as he gasped for fresh air. He had breathed in the air of the void for so long that it burned his lungs to breathe the air of the overworld, but the evil hermit didn't care. It felt so fresh and warm, it was the greatest thing that Ex had felt in months.

He looked up at his brother, Ex still breathing heavily as his eyes flashed with burning hatred. There were deep scars across the Brit's face, much worse than the marks across Xisuma's face. The cuts and slashes were covering the majority of his face.

"Why...why am I here..?" Ex panted, his eyes trailing to the ground, unable to meet the steely glare of his brother. Xisuma smiled.

"I couldn't leave you there."

His brother laughed at that. "Oh, you couldn't leave me there? Well, you took EVERYTHING AWAY FROM ME!" Ex snapped with his eyes looking up from the ground, the fire in his glare quickly burning out as he looked back to the safety of the ground.

"It would have been better if you had just left me there." He muttered underneath his breath, Ex placing his helmet over his head and adjusting it with a scowl across his face.

"I know," Xisuma said, staring down at his helpless brother. "But you also know I couldn't do that."

The two were silent for a couple moments, neither attempting to lock eyes with one another. After what felt like an eternity, Ex finally spoke up.

"W-...what season is it..? Last I remember, I was in season six, then I was suddenly back in the void."

"It's going to be season eight soon enough," Xisuma explained, "we just finished season seven. You and I are currently in my season seven base."

Ex smiled cruelly. "So, you're letting me join season eight?" He asked jokingly, Xisuma letting out a weak chuckle in response, his eyes narrowing.

"You'd tear everything apart. I can't let you do that."

"What? Just because you don't want the hermits to know the truth about you?" Ex asked tauntingly, his tone mocking the admin. Xisuma pulled out his blade, he and his brother locked eyes with one another. Ex grinned at this.

"There he is. There's the Xisuma that I know.." he said with a flat chuckle, Ex's words causing him to be met by the tip of his brother's sword.

"You don't know me at all." Xisuma growled, Ex audibly laughing.

"I know you better than any of the hermits ever could. I know the real you. You, Xisumavoid, are a heartless, cruel, monster. You kill anyone who figures out who you really are, just like how you killed Python and Biffa, along with anyone else who stood in your way."

Xisuma grinned, dragging the sword across his brother's neck. "They were the smart ones. But everyone else is too dense to realize. They all think that I'm just a derp, that I'm just 'good old Xisuma'. And they'll never think any differently of me."

Ex cussed underneath his breath, knowing that it was true. Although, the cussing turned into quiet laughter underneath his breath. The evil hermit smiled at his brother.

"So you're going to kill me? So no one will know?"

Xisuma smiled. "You know me so well, brother."

"Then, let me at least ask one question."

Xisuma thought for a moment, but he slowly nodded in agreement. Ex looked up at the admin, his eyes no longer filled with hatred, but with sorrow.

"Do you regret it? Any of it?” His brother asked earnestly, eyes filled with what seemed to be pleading.

“You stole the life that I was going to have,” He went on. “And you put me in the void while you ran off to join hermitcraft. I could have come along, I could have had something more than this worthless life in the void!”

X rolled his eyes, slightly raising his blade, but his brother persisted and he continued.

Ex stood up and stepped closer, almost taunting his sibling. The pleading gaze changed, shifted to a cold, yet burning determination. “But instead, you discard me while constantly lying to the people you called your friends! You gave me all these scars and made me this way! So tell me, brother, do you regret any of it?! From ruining my life to killing those hermits you called your friends?!"

Xisuma thought for a moment, then slowly, yet reluctantly nodded. "I do. I do regret one thing..." he said, lowering his sword away from his brother's neck.

Ex could barely react as the sword was shoved through his chest, Xisuma's face practically glowing with insane joy as a crazed grin spread across his face. Blood trickled down the netherite blade, dripping off the sword and into a small puddle on the ground.

"I regret not getting rid of you sooner."

Ex chuckled drowsily at that, it was clear he was beginning to lose consciousness. Xisuma pulled his blade out of his brother's chest, causing Ex to fall to the ground. He looked past the admin, looking out at the jungle, a weak smile coming across his face.

"T...the one thing I wanted to see while I was in the void...more than anything…” He began to cough and choke, blood running up his throat and spewing out his mouth as he tried to speak. “—was the sun..nice to see you w-waited just s-so I couldn't get the thing I wanted m-most.."

"Quit whining." Xisuma growled as he stabbed his sword into Ex's side, pulling out the blade once his brother had stopped breathing. A warm puddle of crimson blood surrounded the body, the admin dropping his weapon beside his dead sibling.

"I never really did like you. You were nothing more than a nuisance if you ask me." Xisuma said carelessly, shrugging it off as if Ex had meant less than nothing to him.

"Messing with you, the hermits, anyone really, all of this is more fun than you could ever imagine, Ex." Xisuma said, speaking to his brother as if he were still alive.

"The rush of killing, it's incredible. You wouldn't know. You were nice compared to what I've done, and that's why you're dead.” He said, dragging his gloved finger through the warm blood on the edge of his blade.

“This is all a game, and you just couldn't figure out how to play it right."

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Xisuma stepped into spawn, the other hermits waving at him. They had been waiting for the admin before starting the new season. The large group of hermits all smiled and greeted him, unaware of what he had just done. Xisuma grinned and acted like his 'regular' old self.

The season started and all the hermits ran off to gather materials. Keralis had joined Xisuma in a small group with a few other hermits, gathering wood and stone to start. He noticed X joining the server, waving happily before coming up to the admin when everyone else was out of earshot.

"What took you so long, Shiswami? I almost thought you weren't coming!" He laughed, smiling at the admin. Xisuma chuckled, his smile sweet and his voice calm.

"Oh, you know, just sibling issues."

[shepscapades]

When i read all the messages where everyone wanna chop his hand off, it reminded me the meme where guy in glasses sitting in the car and telling something, while McDonald's cashier standing with an order horrified

SFVHSFGOBDFGBJC THIS WAS SO FUNNY SO I HAD TO DO IT, THANK YOU

[verishii]

Hermitcraft in Naruto is deeply underrated because while everyone is going through Serious Anime Plot, the hermits are operating on looney tunes logic

[transfemzedaph]

rlly funny that the hc meeting is happening and joel is just. there. and barely says a word.

[beaningeneraldenial]

It's been a month and I paid for it dearly. Look, the angst jumped at me and wouldn't leave me until I wrote it! It just happened! (Some serious angst in the second segment, please read with caution <3)

[mcwhytubers]

i had a realization

Xisuma mentioned in Mumbo’s video that he should talk to grian about reopening the rift to go visit empires and see what they did.

But did they forget what happened just before they went back home? I mean, Xisuma didn’t mention it, despite having mentioned Grumbot being in that universe.

Imagine, Grian having repressed the memories of the end of the crossover into Empires. He sees Mumbo and gets excited to show him all that happened. He opens the rift. He’s blathering all on about hermitopia and grumbot as they cross through. He doesn’t remember until they enter Empires.

In all his excitement to show Mumbo the expanse of Hermitopia, he forgets. He’s repressed the loss of what could essentially be his son.

They can see the tower from the rift. And, of course, what’s left of grumbot.