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Riley is not a the best lapdog.
I love watching Wels's videos/hearing him the satisfactory streams and then hearing the pupper in the background.
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xweltho doodle ^-^
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goretober day 29 (disease) warning for blood..its just stains, no bleeding. the writing will have like.. talk of infection(zombie related) and gore, and starving someone, and cannibalism...
They were leaving him. Hypno couldn't believe it, really. He hadn't been bitten, scratched, or attacked at all! So why him? He couldn't possibly be infected, he was nothing like Wels... Wels, who had also watched the others leave, hadn't so much as growled since Hypno was tossed into here with him. He usually growled at anyone who walked by, or scratched at the glass. At a point, Hypno stopped banging on the glass and sunk to his knees. He was trapped. For no reason, in his mind. They were going to let him die here, killed by his friend as Wels' condition worsened. Some amount of resentment started to grow inside him, and he started to understand why Wels would growl at them when they walked by. Why wouldn't he? They had basically abandoned the both of them here, with no intention of letting them out. There wasn't even any food. They were making it worse that way, Hypno thought. He awoke at one point (to tell if it was morning or night was near impossible down here.) and found Wels sitting over him. He stared a lot, but usually not directly at him. He always seemed to be focusing on something in the distance, even though there was just a bare hallway on the other side of the glass. Now, however, he was staring directly at Hypno. It scared him a little, and he sat up. Wels didn't talk anymore, so he could not voice his needs, but he grabbed Hypno's arm and gently drew his fingers over it. He was asking. It... sounded right, to Hypno. He took off his glove and rolled up his sleeve. Wels was starving, and they were both going to die anyways. Well... that was what he feared. He had come to think that they were intentionally starving them so they did not have enough energy to escape. He wanted Wels to escape, if any of them ever did. He deserved it. And the next time he awoke, Wels was beside him. His arm was gone. The bone was left, partially attached. It did not hurt, and Hypno hardly batted an eye at the missing limb. He was more focused on Wels at the moment. He was... sleeping, Hypno thought. He hadn't seen Wels sleep in forever. He must be getting better, how nice.
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From an unlikely place redemption has come
It's apparently "doodle weird niche symbolic art of your own shitty fic" hours.
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guys guys wels was on the hermitcraft server yesterday. he logged in during tangos stream I just. hope he is having a good time with his friends and having fun with satisfactory but come back to mc soon wels
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Brotherhood
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Cover [Hermittober24 Day Thirty]
(Prompt list created by @collierose1 )
Welsknight had a rule that he swore to always live by.Always cover the mirrors.
It wasn't a self-loathing thing.It was a survival thing.
It hadn't always been this way,but he couldn't exactly recall when it had started,but at some point,he constantly needed to cover the mirrors,to not be able to see his own reflection.
It was only ever when he was alone that he had to worry about this.Nothing happened whenever he was out and about,so he knew the terrible thing was only out to get him when he was safe,and alone.
Still,Wels would regularly hear that voice,taunting and teasing him,saying anything it could to get him to reveal the mirror.He's learned to block it out by now.
"Wels."Most of the time.
"Wels."What did it want now?
"Wels!"Well,it's not like he's getting any sleep at this point.
He sighed harshly,shoving himself out of bed,and marching down the dark hallway,stopping right in front of the full length mirror,that had a dusty sheet thrown over it,and he crossed his arms in irritation.
"What do you want?It's one a.m,Hels."
Wels once assumed that the house he bought just came with a cursed mirror,and that if he threw it out,all his problems would be solved.Imagine his horror and disappointment when he bought a brand new mirror,and that thing was still staring back at him.
Wels didn't like to call it anything other than a thing,rather than what looked like an evil version of himself.
"Let me see you,Welsknight."
"No.What do you want?"
"It's something important,but I'll only tell you if you look at me."
"I don't need to if I can still talk to you.What is it?"
The thing named Helsknight chuckled in a way that sounded like Wels,but just slightly off enough that it was disturbing.
He didn't know what would happen if he looked at the thing in the mirror.He wasn't curious enough to find out.
The thing paused for a few minutes,long enough that Wels debated going back to bed,until the thing asked,"Do you really think this sheet is actually capable of keeping you from me?"
"Yes."Because it had been.
"But it can't get rid of me.I'll always be here-the part of yourself that you cover up.Wouldn't you like to feel like you again?"
"I am me."
"Then what am I,Welsknight?The part of you that you want nobody else to know about-"
"Is this the important thing you wanted to say?Because if so,I'm going back to bed."
Helsknight didn't say anything,and Wels turned to leave,until Hels said in a low voice,"You will go insane."
He felt his body freeze in fear.
"You will hide from your own reflection,and you will make yourself be alone,and you will go insane,if you don't look at me."
"...Why do you care?How can I trust that you won't hurt me?"
Then,Helsknight spoke in a soft voice that sounded exactly like Welsknight,"Who can you trust if not yourself?"
...
Without time to doubt himself,Wels ripped off the sheet.
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Silver's Care Guide for the Impulsively Inclined:
Hi, did you just receive bad news? Are you one of the many many people who, upon receiving bad news, react with self destructive spirals, or lash out in a need for control? Are you just really fucking sad, or angry, and would like an alternative to hurting yourself and others? Are you just feeling a little manic or impulsive?
Welcome to my handy guide for alternative (self) destruction! These are alternatives to physical and immediate harm to your person. That does not necessarily mean they are safe, just safer, and they are all things I've done before to mixed results. With that in mind.
Remember the golden rule: if what you're doing cannot be fixed, repaired, or healed within an hour, don't fucking do it. You have one body, and one life, and regardless of what your thoughts say in the moment, that body and life is necessary for your future happiness. Prioritize yourself; harm objects instead.
Alternatives to harming yourself or others:
Kick something loud. A tin can. A plastic bag. Take it to an outdoor space and see how far you can kick it, and how loud a sound you can make. If you have multiple objects to kick, listen to the differences in sound. How one thing sounds hollow and another rattles.
Kick something soft. A pillow. A hackey-sack. Take it to an outdoor space, or kick it against a sturdy wall (I recommend brick or stone). Listen to the sound of the batting, or the beans. See what shapes you can get it to land in, and how deep a divot your foot can leave.
Tear paper. Get a cheap notebook, some old bills you don't need, note cards or old magazines. See how big of pieces you can make. Put several sheets in your hand and see how thick the paper can get before you can't tear it anymore. See how thin of strips you can tear. Experiment with folding it into shapes and trying to tear along the lines.
Do a very small controlled burn. Newspaper, a cheap notebook from the dollar store, a handful of old homework assignments you don't need, a candle, etc. The best objects are ones made to burn such as matches or candles. In lieu of that, focus specifically on paper, as it will have fewer chemicals/fumes that can damage your lungs if you inhale smoke. Take it to a well ventilated place, the floor of a concrete garage, your driveway, an empty lot or sidewalk. If you have a burn barrel or fire pit, use it. If you have no access to any of these things, make the burn very small [less than half a page at a time] and confine it to your sink. If your building has automatic sprinkler systems, don't do this. Light one edge of your paper on fire and watch it curl. See if you can burn small, individual poke-holes in the page. If you are lighting a candle, watch the wax melt. See if you can light one match using another. When a match is used, try and burn what's left of the stick. If you want some extra catharsis, write a person you hate, a source of your angst, or just general thoughts on the paper you're burning.
Throw rocks. Go outside and touch grass -- and look for rocks while you're there. All sizes are fair game, but the bigger they are, the harder they are to throw. I recommend something the size of a marble. Gather a number of rocks and throw them one at a time, trying to hit targets like trees or fence posts. If you can find a convenient body of water, throw them in there and listen to the splash.
Skip rocks. Skipping rocks across the top of the water can also be a fun challenge to use your aggression on. For skipping rocks specifically, you want a stone that is smooth and flat. Hold it between your forefinger and your thumb, and throw sideways in an arcing motion. You are trying to get the rock to spin. The combination of the spin, and the force, and the flat side hitting the water, causes the skip. I average 3 skips per stone. Beat my average. My Papa, who taught me, used to routinely get 5-7 skips. Beat him after you beat me.
Play a violent or fast paced video game. Most people have games on their mobile or console devices these days. Pick something quick, with low investment and high reward. Shoot-em-ups and arcade games. Something with a number that ticks up, and stock zombies you can kill. Try to beat your high score, or aim for an exact number. My lucky number is 13, so I will often try to score a number that's a multiple of 13.
Break glass. This one requires some investment to do legally and safely. Note: I am not telling you to throw rocks at people's windows or vandalize property. This is an alternative to those things. Find or obtain (I buy mine at Michael's for $10) some glass panes. They can be multicolored if you're feeling fun. Cover a pane in an old sheet or the plastic bag you bought it in. With a thick soled shoe or a rubber mallet, smash it. Try to make fun shapes with the pieces. Listen to the crunch. Keep a broom and dustpan ready, and make sure you have dedicated time to clean the mess. There is nothing worse than walking barefoot through a room and cutting open your foot.
Smash pumpkins, guards, watermelon, etc. Exactly what it says on the tin. Grab your murder-able vegetable of choice and a weapon (stick, hammer, sword, axe, etc) and go wild. Make as big a mess as you can. I mean absolutely destroy that fruit. If you aren't covered in the blood of your prey, have you really won? Take a long shower afterwards, and wear clothes you don't mind staining. Too depressed to clean up the mess? It's fruit. The local wildlife will thank you. Though if it's summer, you may get ants/bees.
Switch a tree. Find a switch. If your parents never made you pick your own switch, congratulations. If they did, you know exactly what you're looking for. Grab a stick, something green and flexible and long -- whip like. Go to the tree you wish to switch, and smack the shit out of it. You can also do this to bushes. Try to make the whip-crack noise, listen to the whistle of the branch through the air. See if you can take the individual leaves off a branch. Smack the shit out the tree with your switch until the switch breaks. If you're still feeling angry and impulsive, rinse and repeat.
Alternatives to moping sadly / wallowing in self pity:
Write a list of things you enjoy. This is just to remind you that you do have joy in life, actually. Focus on finding the smallest things possible, the ones that are truly niche to you and you alone. An example for me would be the strange purple-red color your veins take on when bright light is shining through them. I could stare at that color for ages. I'm talking really strange, personal joys. The way a sharpie brand pen clicks. How saying a word too much turns it into not-a-word. Make a list of those things.
Find a favorite texture and run your hands over it. Over and over. Obsessively. If this texture happens to be a pet, all the better! If not, that is also fine. My favorite texture is running my fingers through my hair when I've put hair gel in it. The feeling of detangling it with my fingers, all the sharp brittle hairs loosening into softness again, is the most cathartic in the world. Close second is my fingernails on very cheap construction paper, the pulpy stuff they give to kindergartners. Pass your hands through the texture until it loses its allure. Listen to the sounds it makes when you run your hands across/through it. Smell it, and smell your hands after you've touched it. Rub it on other parts of your body, like your arms or your neck. Try to pick it up with your feet.
Eat your favorite food. I don't give two shits about calories. This is comfort. If you don't have access to your favorite food, or it is too hard to cook with the energy levels you have, get the closest approximation you can find, or get your second favorite. Eat it slowly. Try to pick the tastes apart on your tongue. Make obnoxious noises while you eat, or eat it in a way you normally wouldn't. Eat ice cream with chopsticks. Eat soup with a butter knife. Lick pudding off the tines of a fork. Use your hands I don't care. Slurp out of the bowl like a dog. Pretend you're a caveman. Get stupid and silly. It's food. It's food. It's food. Enjoy every moment of it!
Tell a friend how awesome they are. Pop into their inbox and ask them about their day. Call them and ask for five minutes of their time. Invite them to dinner. You don't have to get super heartfelt if you're scared of being weird. Just say "Hey, have I told you you're awesome recently? Because you are." Be prepared to list at least one reason why.
Go cry about it. Seriously. In the words of my boss, "Sounds like you need to drink a bottle of wine, put on the saddest episode of your favorite TV show, and have a good sob fest." Crying is a releasing of built up chemicals in your brain, which is why people sometimes cry when they're happy or pissed -- you've got too many emotions inside and you need to literally put them outside. So if you're feeling the Miseries and need a quick release, give yourself a reason to cry and go for it. And I'm not talking like, tasteful wife mourning her husband lost to war with a single stoic tear down her face. Get ugly. Sob your eyes out. Scream, and wail, and thrash. Pretend you're an Irish widow who's just lost her child to famine and dirge. Lament. Do that thing in the Bible where people are so upset they tear at their clothes. When you're done, breathe, and breathe, and breathe again. That feels... Better. Doesn't it?
Listen to calming music, or sing/hum a song. This one might just be a me thing, but it is hard to be truly miserable when there's a soundtrack playing in your thoughts. This works best if the music you're listening to has no words, and is calming. We are not looking for sad mixes on YouTube. We are looking for lofi, and orchestra, and rainy mood. Something to dampen thought, not enhance it. I like putting on rain sounds and humming as I walk through my house. It lets me take action while still providing background noise I can rely on.
And that's about it, I think. I hope! My scattering of thoughts can help you! Or at least get you thinking about what works best for you. Feel free to add your own thoughts in the comments and I will try to reblog them!
Remember: we are prioritizing the safety of self here. This is to curb impulses for self harm, and self destruction, and the harming of others. Above all else, stay safe.
You've got this. I believe in you.
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Project HC-X: A Hermitcraft Tribute
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Hermit art credit to @kelddaa, HC logo by DnatorGames
So... this is a bit late as I actually completed this back in May/June, but with Hermitober going on, I figured I might as well share it.
Twelve years, ten seasons, and (currently) twenty-seven hermits. This is a tribute to, as one Quinn Hills put it, "the Internet's premier Minecraft collective." This was more than a tribute to Hermitcraft - it was also a way to practice leitmotif creation and usage from existing musical works, both of my own composition and other Hermitcraft-associated songs. The result is the longest original song I've ever composed.
0:00-0:07 Recap Jingle 0:48-1:20 Pearl/Tango 1:20-1:52 Grian/Gem 1:52-2:08 False 2:08-2:40 Joel/Etho 2:40-3:12 Impulse/Skizz 3:12-3:28 Cub 3:28-4:00 Doc/Bdubs 4:00-4:24 Mumbo/Scar
5:28-6:00 Ren/Keralis 6:00-6:16 Joe/Cleo 6:16-6:48 Xisuma/Hypno 6:48-7:04 Wels 7:04-7:36 Jevin/xB 7:36-8:08 Iskall/Stress 8:08-8:24 Zedaph/Beef
9:20-9:38 TFC
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goretober 25 : monster | hermithorrorweek 3 : chase
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ok so remember those two seperate headcanons I had about EX having glasses and using the light from Hels to read?
I drew those together
I kinda just reallywanted to draw something soft with them
unusual light sources are a challenge
but pose references from pintrest are still very helpful
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Oh god it’s too late and I’m so silly. The Tanguish on the roof wasn’t originally a spider but I drew his eyes without pupils and I. Had to.
Obvs came up with the design on the spot so. It’s a little shabby.
I’d imagine Helsknight would look like walking armor- no face no nothing showing. As venom at least. But I’m. Still learning helmets. And it’s late </3
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played around with some picrews to get a better idea of the designs for false and wels in my au ^-^
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also riley will be the family dog in the au ^-^ (I'm positive riley is a black dog but I may he remembering wrong lmao)
oh and picrew used can be checked out here and here
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Halloween costumes :D
Cat maid helsknight...... Evil scientist me............. Its beautiful
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yeah. thats me. youre probably wondering how i got here (wip goretober drawing)
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Haha! You scared me half to death! he keeps them around. he's lonely, cooped up coding all day. maybe he can play guitar for them.
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Today Helsknight is being “held” by Will Wood! -💫
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