#anyway enjoy my take with some hermits

[sunkissed-zegras]

I’m just saying…. headcannons for paige with a bestfriend to partner who’s an introvert.

And I mean those introverts who seem quiet but the moment they get comfortable around you it’s over, but like only they get to see that side.

Paige seems like an extrovert that adopts introverts, like just imagine her having to drag her partner out of their room all the time cuz they’re a damn hermit.

-🐹

─ warnings | mention of drinking, teasing, fluff, nothin' else?

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honestly, you are so right in that assumption

she definitely gets closer with more introverted people, bc opposites DO really attract

when you guys first met it was your freshman year at uconn, at first you'd probably think she's WAY too much ─ maybe even cocky LOL (but who can blame her she's the best)

but when you spend more one on one time with her, you realize she's really funny and sweet

because you're so quiet, paige would be naturally drawn to you cus she gets to know you

so she just pesters you until you eventually give in and hang out with her

from that point on, the one is never seen without the other

you guys would always be together

but like... usually, you're just WITH paige so people don't really acknowledge you cus you're so quiet

but then paige would like force you to socialize

"this is y/n, i promise she's fun you just gotta put a little liquor in her-" "PAIGE."

she would push you toward her close friends the most, def like ice, azzi, nika and kk

ESPECIALLY kk!

and then you eventually would get really close with them, you all have your cute little friend group

you and ice would make fun of paige and kk together, you and azzi are kinda similar so you find yourself hanging out with her alone a lot more, and nika would force you out your shell a lot too

after a couple months of being friends, paige would definitely find herself catching feels

like i've said in my other headcanons, she just thinks you're such a big source of comfort for her and it slowly just becomes full-on adoration cus

she adores you

and you compliment her personality so well she is just like "i NEED to have her right now"

she ends up confessing one night after a really terrible game and then y'all kiss ...

and the rest is history 🤗🤗🤗

jk here's some relationship headcanons

again, you are so right nonnie

like i mentioned, one is never seen without the other

so you're always tied at the hip, especially at parties

at first she has to force you

like FULL force

she calls backup ofc ice and kk come and then its 3 vs 1

they end up winning

and this happens time and time again, you just get so worn down you'd rather just endure the damn party then listen to all three of them scream at you

which was the goal 🥰

and you're definitely the sober one 95% of the time so you will be taking care of a very drunk paige

(maybe some separate headcanons for her if yall want)

and sometimes even ice/kk but it's mostly just your girlfriend

anyway, yeah you take her home, take of her and then get her into bed

and when you try to leave she will be so dramatic, she forces you to stay with her

you don't mind cus you love cuddly paige

but the 5% when you're the one who's blackout drunk, paige is gonna take such good care of you

because you're so introverted when you're sober, you're probably gonna be such a rowdy drunk

yes im her shes me

so paige makes sure you don't get into trouble and gets you home safe and sound

but if you do something stupid, she will never ever let you live it down

"remember that time you jumped into the pool and-" "SHUT THE FUCK UP"

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[uhgood-girl]

why jikook?

i've been asking myself this a lot recently bc well, why them? why not tkook? or ynmin? hell, jihope even, they're underrated as hell honestly, have you seen that hot tub video? hobi was ready to unhinge his jaw to swallow jimin whole (and who (jk) could blame him.)

but jikook, in a not joking way, hits different. they always have. it's been years at this point that i've been deep in this rabbit hole (within the larger bts rabbit hole, my god, how deep does it go) but i don't recall making the conscious decision to fall in.

maybe a little background?

i'm a fake love army. actually, if we're getting technical, i'm an outro tear army bc it was in the comments of the freshly released fake love music video that i saw someone recommend outro tear if i enjoyed fake love and then it was over for me. extremely not fake love at first listen, who's voice is second on this track? i NEED to know. i'm a yoongi/rapline bias to this day. fake love still fucks though, don't get me wrong, it's a never skip for me.

for that first year and then some, i consumed backlogged content like it was my day job. i am a prone to hyper-fixations hermit, basically, who was going to stop me? my therapist? nah, she picks her battles.

i watched everything i could get my grubby little hands on like someone would be testing me on it later. (shoutout qdeoks, you were so real) i didn't open stan twitter for the first time till probably the end of 2018, really just in time to be slapped in the face full force with the shitshow that was a hate campaign against these boys i was deeply invested in by then, the likes of which i had never experienced in an online space up to that point. it was a truly, truly wild era, don't ever let anyone tell you differently.

all that to say, i've been here for a hot minute and i developed my own first impressions on bts and the members as individuals in a vacuum. no one had to point jikook out to me, they stuck out on their own.

potentially relevant disclaimer before we continue: i am really really queer. i grew up in the united states conservative deep south and had to change high schools my sophomore year bc i was outed and then violently ostracized for being in a relationship with my same sex best friend at the time. it is safe to say i have a lot of feelings about and experience even when it comes to having to be low key (understatement lol) about who you love. i am not here just to make my barbies kiss.

actually, on that note, jikook wouldnt even be my chosen barbies out of bts. if we're in true fantasy delulu hours here, i would want yoonjin to be real. god, that would be the stuff, they're so old married as it is. peak romance.

i think the first place jikook ever truly caught my attention were the memories dvds. jimin has always been a sweet, bby angel taking care of all his members but i remember thinking that he seemed to pay a little extra, special attention to jungkook. and of course, why not, jk's the maknae after all. all of them have always been doting on him and deservedly so. but in those briefly shown really serious, quiet moments, jimin was often first in line. a spot very easy for him to obtain tbh as jk never seemed to be very far from him anyway. maybe if you've never in real time lived the satellite jeon accusations (hi pandemic army, bless you, i hope you make it to 2025 when we have them all back without restrictions) you might find them easier to dismiss but it was so consistent back then in all of the content being released. and once noticed, i don't know how anyone ever un-notices it. but i was in deep before i even realized the water was boiling.

should i talk about why not tkook? or ynmin, for me? i'm just pulling those as examples bc i know they're the popular contenders here but all joking in the beginning of this post aside, none of the other members interpersonal relationships, in any configuration (sadly, RIP yoonjin romance), have ever struck me as anything other than puppy crush/deep friendship/family. and that's not bc i don't think over half of those men aren't queer in some form or fashion because WHEW, that is an entirely different post and we simply do not have the time to unpack rn but it's not for lack of looking.

i started in a vacuum, but i have by no means stayed there, i walked in all of those front doors and sat down and said "convince me." i've got the time and lack of life, i am ready to be won over. what have i missed?

to this day i still regularly try and check my own confirmation bias, i'm obviously looking for jikook at this stage but i'm still ready on my toes if any of the others want to get crazy. (yoonjin i am rooting for you, we're all rooting for you)

and i'm not here to really persuade or sway anyone one way or another either. there are a 1000 other blogs on this site that can probably offer you better explanations, specific clips, and detailed break downs of moments throughout the years and even then people are going to see what they want to see. i just wanted to write some of my own thoughts down finally.

though...i guess if i had to point to any one single piece of "evidence" it would definitely be tried and true gcf tokyo? but if watching that the first time didn't ring through you like a gunshot, i def don't think there's anything i could say beyond that.

honestly, i think so much of "why jikook" for me boils down to the pit in the bottom of my stomach that i used to get when i first began to notice them. when i got past the initial warm fuzzies inspired by the sincerity of their interactions, my immediate second emotion was concern.

i remember the first time i heard some of the other boys make an offhand joke about them being a couple and i got anxious, fast. i thought hide, hide better, please be safe. i began to pay extra attention to the other members in general too when jikook would do things and felt like i could sometimes see a similar anxiety to my own in their expressions. for a long time, i just worried about them and where i saw other people rejoice in their more obvious moments, i was slow to celebrate.

despite my initial hesitation, it's now been about 5 years since the first time they ever made me double take. they're a few years younger than me but i feel like we've been growing up together. (parasocial? idk her.) they're less conspicuous these days, and for lots of obvious reasons, but i feel like overall, their confidence in themselves and each other is quite high. i know that's probably a funny thing to say in light of this last week especially, but i stand by it. i've seen this song and dance before. i have managed my own expectations in the past, taken full steps back only to be beaten anew over the head so many times with enough "coincidences" i felt borderline foolish to try and deny anything. jikook are truly some sort of neuro-spicy pattern recognition drug, i swear.

and i've never really gotten to talk about any of this with anyone before! i'm shy irl, and shy online apparently bc i have just been lurking around the outer lines of this circle this whole time like some creepy creep but i've decided i'm over it. fuck it. growth.gif. idk that i have anything important or new to contribute to the conversation but my god, no one else seems to let that stop them so i might as well take my turn on the soapbox, no?

so 📢 JIKOOK REAL (?) jikook sus. jikook make bandaged queer little heart go boom boom.

#jikook #kookmin #hi hello welcome to the personal jikook ted talk literally no one asked for #in this essay i

[artsyhamster]

Part 3!

And oh boy, this one definitely needs explanation, so see you down in the ramblings.

(1) THE FOOL / THE MAGICIAN / THE HIGH PRIESTESS  | (2) THE EMPRESS / THE EMPEROR / THE HIEROPHANT | (3) THE LOVERS / THE CHARIOT / STRENGTH | (4) THE HERMIT / WHEEL OF FORTUNE / JUSTICE | (5) THE HANGED MAND | DEATH | TEMPERANCE | (6) THE DEVIL / THE TOWER / THE STAR | (7) THE MOON / THE SUN / JUDGMENT / THE WORLD         

I gotta be real, this is my least favorite set so far. I was very unsure about the characters I chose for these and it also shows in the compositions. I might redo them at some point but I want to finish the major arcana as a whole first, before I lose myself in revisions. Maybe I shouldn’t be too harsh on myself anyway, because this is just a fun project but, ah, perfectionism.

Anyway, citations from here, as always.

THE LOVERS - Actually means that the protag feels sexual urge or need for relationship. Harry basically flirts with everyone and is still hung up on his broken relationship, that he doesn’t even remember, so the meaning here is pretty warped. So I just chose some lover figures. But who to choose? Klaasje and Lely? Well their relationship gets known pretty late, and didn’t end very nicely. Also I do not know how Lely looks like as not-a-corpse so-- Klaasje and Ruby? Seemed to me more like a fling, and didn’t interest Harry much except for some lecherous line he dropped. So I chose Sylvie and Garte, because Harry actively gets involved in their business. He can help them get together or ultimately break their relationship before it could ever bloom (Shoutout to the cock carousel) so I chose them because Harry is the most involved here.

THE CHARIOT - I’m just gonna quote for a bit “The Chariot represents the vigorous ego that is the Fool's crowning achievement so far. (...) we see a proud, commanding figure riding victoriously through his world. He is in visible control of himself and all he surveys.” Not many people with horses around there in Martinaise, only people driving cars. None of the lorry drivers fir the description for me though. The chariot is also described as commandeering and rigid, and René fit the description for me the most. He is definitely a proud person, commandeering and strict, and also surveying the world around him from his booth up at the harbour. Otherwise, yeah I got nothing. This one was just hard lol

STRENGTH - “[The fool] is pressed to develop his courage and resolve and find the heart to keep going despite setbacks.” was a line that made me very desperately want to choose Kim here, but I had other plans for him already. Strength is part of the Virtues trio, and spoiler spoiler, Kim will get his place as one of the three Virtues, but this one goes to Cuno, because I feel he is also very influential on Harry. Another quote for the card is “The Fool also discovers the quiet attributes of patience and tolerance.“ which I think fits Cuno quiet well. Because boy do you need a lot of patience and tolerance with him to make him trust and help you. But ultimately he is also there in the end if you need him (and Kim is unfortunately not present) All in all, what could make you want to get your shit together more than escaping the mocking words of a potty-mouthed kid. Horrifying lol

I tried really hard okay. I’m sure there are other interpretations but that’s the best I could come up with.Meanwhile I also bought an art book of a really pretty tarot set I saw at the last convention I was at, and there were so many lovely compositions that almost made me question what I am doing here. But again, I’m doing these for fun [*self prep talk*]. Still, take a look at this magnificient tarot deck (Instagram Link) I’m so sad they were sold out, but at least I got the art book.

Uhhh anyway enjoy. Next set will be better I promise. I like the upcoming one a lot : )

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[cardboardheartss]

LE SSERAFIM Coachella 2024

⚠️DISCLAIMER! TAROT CARDS ARE NOT 100% ACCURATE! TAKE EVERYTHING WITH A GRAIN OF SALT! IF MY INTERPRETATIONS ARE INCORRECT FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME!⚠️

LE SSERAFIM’s thoughts : AoP, QoP rx, 7oC & 9oW rx

They are extremely happy! They are really happy that they got this brand new opportunity in their careers, the members are also happy for the possible income they’ll make from performing at Coachella!

They also slightly hesitant about this opportunity because they think they aren’t popular enough to pull a big crowd of Fearnots or an audience in general.

This performance has made them overwhelmed emotionally because they want to make sure it’s perfect! Like to the T! They don’t want any mistakes so, they’re probably practicing a lot at the moment.

The members overall are really paranoid… like they STRESSEDTTT!😰

Yunjins thoughts : Wheel Of Fortune, KNoS

She feels lucky!! She believes the universe is working on her behalf and giving her good opportunities. She’s ready to own the stage, she is going to genuinely give her all! High energy, stage presence just everythinggg!!

Sakuras thoughts : PoP, QoS rx

She’s happy about the financial opportunities coming along with this performance. I believe Sakura is overly nervous and she may be a little bit catty for the time being due to the pressure of having to perform perfectly. She will possibly be very harsh on herself and doubt her abilities if she makes any mistakes.

Chaewons thoughts : 2oC , The Hermit

She’s is also very happy about the opportunity. She feels like the groups hardwork is finally being appreciated. Even chaewon will be overwhelmed, and criticize herself if she makes any mistakes. She is also really nervous and scared about performing because she really wants it to be perfect…

Eunchaes thoughts : The World, AoC rx, Justice rx

She’s happy to perform at this major event overseas.

(Im pretty sure when the group was told about this opportunity, Eunchae and Yunjin most definitely started jumping around and celebrating but anyways… back to the reading)

Eunchae feels like this is finally a brand new chapter they’re entering in their lives right now. BUT even she is doubting herself right now. She possibly overthinks everything about the performance and slowly loses her excitement. Eunchae would probably also prefer to perform in Korea, or Asia overall because she feels more comfortable there?!?! Eunchae will also criticize herself too! And will be really stressed about this performance.

Kazhuas thoughts : PoW, 4oC

She feels very confident about the performance, she is also very energetic about it and will also focus on putting her all! Kazuha is really competitive so, she will make sure that this will be crowned, “The best K-Performance in Coachella.” But i don’t think she will be proud of the outcome?! She’ll be slightly disappointed for some odd reason…🚶🏽‍♀️

Overall Energy : The Magician

They are overall really happy! Despite being discouraged they feel like they’re displaying their talents. And they feel like their dreams have come true.

Audiences possible thoughts on LE SSERAFIM’s performance : KoC, The Sun, Temperance rx & The Magician

The audience will LOVE the performance, they will be proud of le seerafims performance and praise them. The crowd will enjoy the performance and the performance will give the crowd really high energy. The crowd will really go CRAZYY! They will be unable to stay still; they will be jamming and jumping around lol! Overall the crowd will be happy, and will give positive communication on social media.

Im so looking foward to their performance!!🩶💫🪽

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[outisgivingpac]

Pick a Card: Yes or No, and Why?

Hello there, I've revived from a long hiatus to offer you another pac reading ✨ This one shall answer an Yes/No question you have in mind, along with details as for why or why not.

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My PAC Masterlist

✨Chose the pile/pic you are most drawn to✨

Pile 1 Pile 2 Pile 3

Pile 4 Pile 5

Pile 1: 4oP Rx, AoW, PoP Rx

For those who chose this pile, the answer is No, or rather, Not Yet. Whatever you were asking about, your conscious mind desires it with great passion and ideas. But emotionally, physically or even financially, you're not ready to take it on. The thing or the person in question could lie beyond your comfort zone, and you haven't got the change to get to know them intimately. If it's a specific goal you want to achieve, you haven't seen through all the practical plans to get you to it. All in all, you might see yourself being frightened and overwhelmed if you were really to jump headfirst in this situation. On the other hands, the block on this matter could entirely lie on the surrounding circumstances that you have no control over. The advice here would be to not rush, focus on yourself and use this time for preparation.

Pile 2: The Lovers, AoW Rx, 10oC Rx

The answer for those who choose this pile is an indefinite No, as in, you could wrestle a Yes out of it if it's your will. With The Lovers card, I can tell the thing you had in mind is something that would put your heart and probably many thing matters to you on the line to decide. This could be a decision to leave, or to move away. A decision that would put physical or emotional distance between you and your loved ones. You might feel rushed and forced to make this particular decision, as if your hands are tied and you don't have other choices. But do you? I hear the call for this pile to ask themselves, if this is what you really want/need, if this really worth whatever you might sacrifice, or if you already have it. In this case, the answer lies on you and little on the outside circumstance, especially if you tend to fling between one extreme to another when it comes to a decision or solution.

Pile 3: The Emperor Rx, Temperance, PoP

For pile 3, your answer is a gentle Yes, especially if you're asking about something you desire, your goal and dream. The only thing standing between you and them is your fear for failure and rejection. It seems to me that this pile have many sad experiences in the past that lower their self-esteem. Someone or some situations had made you feel small and irrelevant, like you don't deserve to take space, and that it's selfish to want more for yourself in life. But that's not true, you have grown a great deal and continue to grow everyday. It's just that on a bad day you would find yourself falling back on old patterns. Please be patient with yourself at those difficults times. As for the matter you're asking for, yes, you're totally capable of achieving it. Be courageous and put your effort where it is due, and the world (or your spiritual guide) will meet you half way and make it happens!

Pile 4: The Hermit, 7oW, The Wheel of Fortune

For those who chose pile 4, the answer is Yes, but not as soon as you might want. The matter you asked about could be more related to your career, or to your need to establish a new connection/relationship. You're encouraged to put yourself out there, especially if you're the type who often fear of coming up too strong among new people/environment (they're really interested to know what you have to offer). Your way to what you're looking for won't be exactly smooth, but everything is in motion and heading towards the right direction. On the other hand, I sense that some of you will need to put up a clear boundaries, may it be between your work and your private life, or between you and certain people. If you haven't since the start, the confrontation wouldn't feel comfortable, but the lack of boundaries would bite you in the ass in the long run. Put different matters in different drawer of your mind, so when you're occupied by one, don't let the other plague your heart. If you're waiting for someone's reply, let it go for the moment instead of checking your mailbox every hour.

Pile 5: The Moon Rx, The Fool, AoS Rx

Pile 5, the answer for your question is a firm No. It seems the matter you asked about is something you want to happen, something you want to just go ahead and do so badly, without considering the practicality or consequence of it. There are a lot of hidden agencies, possibilities and essential factors that are still in the dark. It would be hasty if you make a move with what you know now and cast a decision you cannot take back. Some of you might be backed into a corner. For some others, the matter has been bogging your mind for so long that you just want to get done with it. Please don't give in to that instant relief. Instead, you're much advised to remove yourself from the overwhelming influences/circumstances, and take your time to make your informed action.

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[small-sinclair]

Letter from Bo Sinclair? Can be anything you come up with. He’s just my favorite. If you need an idea though, I’ll message you some. If that helps.

Hewos!

Let me know if y'all want a Vincent letter!

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Darling,

I hope you’re havin’ a good week so far. I’m sorry that I’ve been in the shop more than at home, but I want you to know I’ll be home all weekend. I promise you that much.

Anyways, thank you for fixing my breakfast this week. It’s been busier in Ambrose with the visitors and all, but I want ya to know I enjoyed the food. You always know how to make me smile in the morning… damn, I miss you. I know I'll be back before dinner, if the day permits it, but I enjoy being around ya. Maybe you can bring me some lunch? Ham and Swiss?

I know I never say this as much, but I really do appreciate you being here. You make this house feel like a home, darlin', and it's... it's nice. You bring out the best in me and my brothers. I haven't seen Vincent take his mask off in months when he's around the family. Do you know how long it's been since I've seen him smile? And Lester's been coming home more often just to help you with dinner. For a while, he never came home, but now? He does. Somehow, you bring the family closer... so thank you.

When you come down with my lunch, tell me where you wanna go. You pick dinner tonight. Let me take you out and treat ya right. Let me make up for lost time, sweetheart. If you don't wanna go out and stay in, tell me what you want me to cook. Let me take care of you tonight.

I love you, y/n. Never forget that. I'll love you until my lasts days.

Yours, Bo

P.S.: Don't forget to bring some water for Vincent! Damn hermit needs liquid. Love you heaps. Bo <3

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[whathorselegs]

Beach Blues - Part 1

I can't do any proper writing until I get my laptop replaced, so I'm going to write some smaller follow up scenes from the second Chapter of my fic 'When The World Tears Me Two, Who Can I Turn To But You'

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Summary: The day after Chuuya helped Dazai literally and figuratively pick himself up off the floor, they decide to take it easy and explore the beach a while.

Were it not for the six cerulean armoured limbs peeking out the entrance, the sandy brown shell Dazai delicately cradled in his hands would have been completely ordinary. He'd been trawling along the shore looking for a particularly pretty shell or interestingly coloured piece of sea glass, when a sudden plank of driftwood caught his eye. Interesting things always gathered under driftwood.

His presumption had been right, for when he'd crouched down, lifted the wood and scooped the tangled seaweed out the way, he'd spied the creature he now held in his hands.

“Poor choice of hide you made there, little beast.” He mumbled, careful not to be too noisy as the hermit crab cautiously emerged from it’s shell, stretching out it's legs and snipping it's claws curiously at the edges of Dazai's bandages. “I found you so easily, you're lucky I'm not a gull.”

The blue of it's armour seemed to shimmer in the sunlight mimicking the ocean’s ever rolling surface. It crawled across his palm, searching for it's driftwood roof, Dazai had to pass it from palm to palm to keep it from falling. All the while it's antennae tickled his skin as it inspected him.

A shadow passed over Dazai and across the sand as Chuuya squatted in front of him. Dazai couldn't help but be momentarily distracted by the glimpse of bare skin peeking through Chuuya's barely buttoned shirt. Honestly, if he was only going to fasten the bottom two buttons he might as well have left the whole thing open. Flashing the dip where Chuuya's collarbones met wasn't the only way it was distracting either, it was bright red with a palm leaf and blossom print in orange and yellow. The tackiness of it offended him greatly. Dazai had two reasons for wanting to rip it off Chuuya.

“What do you have now?” He asked, his tone suspicious rather than curious as he pushed his sunglasses up to rest on top of head, combing his hair out of his face in the same movement.

Smiling to himself Dazai guessed his partner was still a touch sour about the seaweed he'd draped in his hair not too long ago.

“Blueberry hermit crab.” He informed him. “They’re Okinawan, this little guy's a long way from home, it seems.”

“Huh,” Chuuya hummed, “Wonder how he got out here.” He held his finger out in front of the crab, like he was trying to greet a cat. It’s antennae inspected him briefly before the larger claw pinched at his flesh and Chuuya snatched his hand back with a yelp.

Dazai stifled his laugh so he wouldn't spook the crab and get pinched himself. “He clearly prefers me. Probably shouldn't, given how much I enjoy eating his cousins.” He paused, head tilting to the side. “Do you think they taste the same?”

“Oi,” Chuuya snapped his fingers to get Dazai's attention on him, before pointing squarely at his face. “Do not put that in your mouth!”

“I wasn't gonna!”

“The hell you weren't!” He gestured toward the ocean. “Put it back.”

Dazai pouted, but didn't argue, his fascination with the creature had been slowly wilting anyways. He deposited the little crab back under the driftwood and seaweed. “They don't live in the ocean dummy.”

As he stood, Chuuya dusted off the traces of sand that had stuck to his legs and Dazai went to do the same before remembering his bandages. He grimaced at them, knowing there was already sand sneaking it's way underneath them and he was helpless to do anything about it. This is why he avoided the beach. He would have protested going today, but after all Chuuya had done for him the night before, he could hardly refuse Chuuya a little leisure time of his choice.

He got his pay back though, in the form of Chuuya having to buy him beach appropriate clothes. His prediction that Chuuya's instructions to “pack a bag, you'll need a change of clothes” would be unhelpful, was correct. Dazai had packed sweatpants and a jumper, indoor clothes for lounging, because he hadn't thought they'd be leaving the house.

Yet as soon as the sun came out, Chuuya was getting together beach supplies in an oversized tote bag. Which he now re-adjusted on his shoulder as he held out his hand to help Dazai up.

“Come on,” Chuuya said, a touch impatient. “I wanna find some shade where it's not too crowded.”

Dazai rolled his eyes but followed along after Chuuya anyways, not that he got much choice, Chuuya didn't let go of his hand. He was sure if he pulled it away, Chuuya would let go without a word, but it was much easier for Dazai to accept if he pretended Chuuya gave him no choice. Just the idea that he wanted to hold hands with him had Dazai's face heating up.

He was suddenly very glad Chuuya was walking ahead of him.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bsd #my writing #bsd skk #soukoku #disclaimer: google told me about blueberry hermit crabs #if i got stuff wrong its not my fault

[hermitcup]

It's Friday again so here's my tma oc :]

[tw: stalking]

"It's a nice day, so you decided to take a walk in the park near your house since it's been awhile. The first five minutes were quite relaxing, it's been some time since you had the chance to just enjoy the feeling of the sun warm on your skin. Suddenly you notice something in the corner of your eyes. You turn to take a better look; it's a person, with some drawing equipment out, just... watching you? They smile, turning their drawing pad and despite the distance you recognise immediately a drawing of yourself. You're not sure why that made you feel so unsettled, but next time you go for a walk you decide to go to a park a bit further away. You still feel watched"

And here's Iris! They are a bit of an underground artist, known only in certain circles and in hushed tones. If you've met her it's hard to forget; their presence, while rarely pleasant, is quite... Persistent. She likes to choose her "muses" from crowds, parks or cafes - often, you won't find out you've been chosen until you find in your mail a portrait of yourself and a note with some weirdly personal information you're pretty sure you've never told anyone. After that, the muse will start finding those drawings everywhere; in their bag, their house, even at the workplace. The drawings become progressively more unsettling, showing you while you sleep or eat or even shower. They will start feeling like nowhere is safe anymore, any and every second they breathe is being observed and recreated on paper. It's also quite difficult escaping Iris' attention; it's faster and safer to just... Wait it out, until they pass to a new muse.

Anyway! When they aren't terrorising someone you can probably find them at the Hermit Caffé, bothering Meme

Their interactions are quite confusing, it's difficult to say if they are fighting or flirting very aggressively, and getting a straight answer out of either is a lost cause on any topic, and especially this one. Meme is notorious for changing their answer every time you ask them something, and Iris has the propensity to go off on vaguely off-topic and convoluted rants while talking to her.

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[dvskf4llz]

Heyo! i totally forgot to request this (i meant to like 2 months ago but i got shy and back out lmao) would it be okay if i requested a Angel!Skizzleman x gn!reader, where the reader takes skizz on a cute date to celebrate him joining Hermitcraft? - 🕳️ anon

holy moly ofc nonnie this is such a cute idea

Sweet Reunions

𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵!𝓜𝓒𝓢𝓴𝓲𝔃𝔃𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝔁 𝓰𝓷!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

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Summary: In which the reader takes a new fellow hermit on a date to celebrate his arrival to Hermitcraft

Type: Fluffy oneshot

Warnings ⚠: No warnings, just pure fluff <3

Proofread: Nope

The way I write in character ai is slowly showing in my oneshots 🧍 anyways, enjoy this cute little fic, reader!

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For a good while now, you'd been a part of Hermitcraft; Being in about 5 seasons already. Ever since season 10 started, there's been two new Hermits who you were familiar about. Joel and Skizzleman, you were more close with Skizzleman though since you two have always been together since the Life Series. You were definitely ecstatic to hear that your beloved Skizz was joining, you could hardly wait!

The reunion was quite sweet, you two missed each other very dearly despite it being only two months or so. After the whole introduction thing, you two ran off to find a private area so that you could have a proper reunion (no it's not like that.). Sure, you could've done even when the Hermits were around but it would be better if you two were in private so that you could be as cheesy as you wanted to be.

Skizz had been hugging you so tightly with both his arms and his wings, you had to tell him to stop holding you so tightly otherwise you might've started suffocating.

"Sorry, I just missed ya' so much!" Skizz chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head

"You were really going to miss me more if you kept on hugging me so tightly." You joked, giving Skizz a reassuring pat on the back to give off the message saying 'It's okay'. You two then shared some kisses and even more hugs (you can either think of it as something suggestive or not.), you both were practically struggling to pull yourselves away from each other.

Once you two finally had your sweet reunion, you both decided to gather some resources already. The two of you decided to have shared/connected bases so that you two wouldn't have to be far apart, you two stayed together while gathering resources for the most part. But once Skizz had to go somewhere to meet up with another Hermit, you worked fast to set up a date over by a waterfall with a beautiful scenery to celebrate Skizz's arrival to Hermitcraft. You had to use your current resources to build a nice looking picnic, you had a few furnaces around the place so that you could cook some food. Skizz wouldn't be gone for too long so you had to work quick, you were kind of stressing out already because you didn't know how early Skizz would arrive. You hoped luck was on your side right now.

By the time Skizz had already came back, you were thankfully finished setting up the whole picnic. You had gotten rid of the furnaces and different blocks around the place, all you needed to do now was to actually surprise Skizz with it. You simply went up to Skizz and told him that you had a surprise before closing his eyes with your hands, leading him right where the picnic was. Once you took your hands off of Skizz's eyes, he was absolutely in awe since he could already tell that you put a lot of effort in making the picnic seem really nice.

After admiring it for a good six seconds, he'd turn over to you before suddenly lifting you up into the air and spinning you around. You two were both laughing and giggling as he did, you holding onto Skizz so that you wouldn't fall while he did this. Soon enough, he set you back down while you were a bit dizzy from all the spinning. You held onto Skizz for support for a few seconds before shaking your head slightly, your vision going back to normal. You looked at Skizz with a smile, glad that he appreciated your hard work on this cute little picnic

"So, let's get on with this date shall we?" You held your hand out to Skizz, waiting patiently for him to take it so that you could bring him over onto the picnic blanket. He'd chuckle a bit before taking your hand

"We shall!" Skizz spoke with a slightly fancy tone, making you both giggle a bit before you lead him over to the picnic blanket that had several different types of food that you knew he enjoyed. For the whole time, you and Skizz would be catching up mostly; you both would sneak in a bit of flirting though. Skizz was also praising you for making such good food, he was in pure bliss after taking a bite of one of the foods you had made. And after that, you two would just be holding hands while still continuing to talk about stuff.

If you preferred to just listen instead of talk, Skizz would be talking quite a lot about the things he'd been upto after the whole 'Secret Life' thing. If you were the one to be rambling though, Skizz would willingly listen to you with adoration in his eyes. For the rest of day, you two just watched the sunset and stargazed for a bit before finally heading back to your guys' base and cuddled the whole night with Skizz's wings wrapped around the both of you... <3

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Holy moly!!! You reached the end!! Wowerzs‼️

In all seriousness, hope yall enjoyed this short little skizz x reader oneshot :3

This was a bit rushed so not exactly proofread TT

See you guys in the next oneshot! Bye bye for now lovely reader! <3

(p.s, go drink some gosh dang water, eat some food and take care of yourself. Much love as always!!)

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[thealchemistbae]

PAC: How Does Your Person Feel About You ? 💗

Hello, my Alchemist Babes 💗 This pick a card reading is going to tell you how your person may feel about you. Feelings does not equate to actions so please keep that in mind. Also, keep in mind that this is a COLLECTIVE reading so it may or may not be for you. Anyways, I’m The Alchemist Bae and I am an experienced intuitive tarot reader that provides the upmost guidance/clarity to those who need it. I don’t sugarcoat and with my Mercury in Aries; I am very direct and straightforward. I am NOT responsible for any actions you take from my readings whether they are pick a card readings or personal readings. You have free will and are accountable for your own decisions/actions.

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How to pick a card: Close your eyes and take 3 deep breaths. Whenever you are ready, open your eyes and pick the image that you are more drawn to. If you are drawn to more than one, feel free to read those piles and use discernment on what parts of the readings you resonate with.

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PILE 1 :

Cards Pulled: Four of swords, the lovers, the chariot, ace of wands, the hierophant, the emperor.

💗: For this pile, some of you are either separated from your partner or just taking a mini break or vacation from them. You guys may be physically distant or mentally. I’m seeing that whatever break that has taken place.. is coming to an end. Your person loves you very much and feels that you are the one for them. I’m seeing that they needed time to think and to get a clear head about you and where they see this connection going. They came to a realization that you are the one they want to commit to. For some, this is a proposal/marriage coming into play. (Sorry to ruin the surprise), and for others, you and this person are deciding to have a deeper level of commitment; becoming more exclusive or getting out the friend zone. I’m just seeing that your person feels very passionate about you and they feel that you guys have a deep soul connection. They are ready to make beneficial changes to make things better especially if there has been some hiccups in the road. Your person puts you on this high pedestal. They really honor and respect you and if they haven’t shown it yet, they are starting to put those thoughts and words to action. They are wanting to go down a new path with you where you both experience new things and opportunities together. They truly value you as a person. Your person knows that you know your worth and that you will not lower your standards. They know that they have to come correct or don’t come at you at all. Your person wants to come charging forward to express to you about how they feel. Some of you, especially those in current separation; your partner had a huge wake up call due to some karma they had to experience after things ended with you. They have learnt their lesson and figured out that you are the person they want to be with or possibly spend the rest of their life with. Some of you guys, had partners that were too wrapped up into their career or job; that they rarely gave you the love and attention you deserve. That is all about to change. They just needed time away to figure out what they truly want and they want YOU.

Signs: 444, M, L, V, E, A, 63, hand ( hand in marriage ? ), camel, dragon tattoo, blue

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PILE 2 :

Cards Pulled: Nine of swords, the wheel of fortune, the hanged man rx, four of cups, the hermit, knight of wands.

💗: You guys have been on your person’s mind pretty heavily and this has caused them to feel a level of frustration. It seems that this connection has taken a major toll on your person and they feel the need to withdraw themselves. Don’t get me wrong, they are in deep reflection when it comes to you but I’m seeing that this person isn’t trying to make any significant changes in regards to moving forward. Your person doesn’t know who or what they want. I’m seeing that their feelings are very up and down like a merry go round when it comes to you. Their feelings just aren’t consistent. It’s like one minute; they are interested and the next..they aren’t. I believe that your person just has this feeling of lack. They feel as though something is missing. They aren’t quite happy and possibly bored. Sorry I’m just the messenger. For some, I’m seeing that your person feels that no matter what they do; it’s just not good enough. This causes this person to overthink everything and beat themselves up about how they can be better or just makes them want to walk away in general. This person doesn’t feel that you are appreciative and they feel that you are never satisfied and constantly wanting more. They feel as though you always want more. They just feel that you can be quite greedy and always looking for support or some type of handout from them. I’m seeing that your person is hoping for things to change and be better but it’s possible that you two will have to fight to keep this connection going. For some, I’m seeing that your person has other options or believes that you do. This could be tempting and perhaps one of you has been exploring or wanting to explore those options. Right now, things are pretty much imbalanced and unstable right now. Don’t be mad at me guys. But your person feels as though you can be DELUSIONAL at times. They just wish you can see things from a more logical, rational view instead of living in your fantasy world and putting out these unrealistic expectations. Your person feels as though things can be a constant battle and right now they are refusing to take any steps. Seems to me that they still have a lot of thinking to do.

Signs: 777, 66, May, food truck, flag (red flag ?), fly insect, Q, O, L, T, C, P

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PILE 3 :

Cards Pulled: The fool, seven of cups, ace of wands, four of coins, six of coins, knight of cups rx.

💗: Someone likes to be free and not bound to anyone. I’m seeing here that your person feels that you are very free spirited here as well. But I’m getting that they are truly the more free spirited one. They want freedom to do whatever and this can cause them to have a hard time with committing. They don’t like restrictions or anybody or anything getting in the way of their decisions. They like to explore and this can cause some chaos in the connection. I’m seeing here that your person is a bit up in the air when it comes to you. They don’t genuinely know where they want to take things for you. They are stuck in making a decision or knowing what path to go down. They are physically attracted to you but I don’t really see them loving you. I just feel there is sexual attraction. This person definitely knows how to make you feel that things are more than what it is to make you feel better but honestly this person is not reciprocating the same energy that you give them. I’m seeing here this imbalance where one person is putting more effort into the connection than the other. Your person feels you are possessive and this could be why they feel trapped and a need to be free. You may hold too tightly onto this person that it’s suffocating. This person feels you are too up in the clouds and you rely on this fairytale story line when it comes to your relationships. You only want to see things for how you want to see them but not for what it truly is. This makes your person feel as though you don’t really know or understand what you want or you want this picture perfect story. I’m seeing that this person is pretty much blocking off their emotions; they like to hide what they truly feel. This person fears being tied down into a relationship which is resulting in this stagnant energy. I’m just seeing that this person was good for a good time but not a long time. Sorry but I just don’t see them wanting anything serious. I’m not going to lie that this reading was a bit all over the place but this can be very symbolic to how your connection is all over the place. Also your person could feel that you feel this way about them. So the roles can be flipped in this pile. But the message still stays the same.

Signs: September, 222, 33, beetle, dolphin, lobster, G, T, K, A, N, D, R

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PILE 4 :

Cards Pulled: The moon, the magician, three of coins, four of cups, nine of cups, the hermit, page of wands.

💗: Your person seems a bit confused or unsure of their feelings at times. I’m seeing that your person has been quite indecisive probably due to tense situations amongst you two. For some, there is a third party involved so this could be where the confusion is stemming from. I’m seeing a lot of fears and worries when it comes to this connection. Your person may be worrying about falling into deep with you but their intuition just keeps pulling them closer and closer to you. Slowly but surely they are becoming more infatuated with you. This person feels you are very abundant. They feel as though you can have whatever you want or need just as fast as a snap of your finger. Some of you got MONEYYYYY lol. You may have a lot going on for yourself and this person sees that. This person sees what you can bring to the table but they may feel quite inadequate that they can bring the same. Your person feels you are so lucky and blessed and they feel as though they lack everything. They don’t feel good enough for you. They feel as though “why them” when you can have whoever you want. They feel you are their dream girl ; their wish come true but apart of them feels that they don’t deserve you. Some of you, may be different than what this person is used to so they feel they are stepping into a new experience and this is bringing up feelings of uncertainty, fear, worry and bringing out their insecurities. You are what this person manifested but you just seem too good to be true for them. For some, your person is in a lifeless connection with someone and is trying to find the courage to leave them for you. I’m seeing that this person really likes you but may feel the need to go into hiding sometimes because they don’t know how to handle someone like you. You are top tier baby and you have so much going on for yourself so it’s very expected for those insecurities of theirs to be unlocked. I do see small, slow steps forward. Give this person time to get adjusted.

Signs: November, 888, turtle, lion, bull, Taurus, clay, Starbucks, C, Y, P, S, U, M, T, F

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[the-s1lly-corner]

Dating Eyeless Jack would include (plus general Jack headcannons)

Hello hello!! Im back with another list of headcannons!! This time with EJ!! Hope you all enjoy!!

First off, he's a hermit. He doesn't like people, especially in my take of him

I personally headcannon Eyeless Jack to be more of a person being possessed/turning into a monster rather than being a monster at creation, yk? Its built off that one spin off backstory someone wrote; where Jack is in school and gets caught up in some cult stuff

Yeah that story!! I took that one and the original and mashed it up!! My idea is that Jack is still there, mostly normal but has a barely controllable hunger for flesh ++ he body deteriorates as time passes to better resemble how we all know him (grey skin, maybe sharp teeth if you hc it, ect ect)

Now that I've caught you up with my take on him, I'll continue!! Since he's in this position I feel like it'd be near impossible for him to actually. Allow himself to have a romantic relationship, or any relationship for that matter.. he feels that you being around him will put you in danger

Thats not to say my EJ is evil! Hes not, its just the funky curse that compels him to eat meat

But let's say he does find you, and lets his walls down, and you two get together

To start, he rarely takes off his mask outside of feeding times, most times he can't remember the details of; often being a blur left in his mind due to his curse

So mask kisses! Lots and lots of them! You'll have to be the one to initiate it though <\3 Jack never seemed to be the type to seek n give affection, at least to me

On the off chance you do see him without the mask, he might.. MIGHT let you actually kiss him

He's got sharp teeth, that's one reason he's nervous about kissing you for real

He also has half a dozen long, writhing, snake like tongues in his mouth. Cult rituals, amirite? I mean.. he doesn't really know.. how that'd work..

Oh before I forget to mention! My EJ is short, but stout!! 5'6 but he's got a wide frame!! Strong!! Do not tease him on his height because he will be moody for the rest of the day

Sometimes on cold days he lets you snuggle up with him inside his jacket

If he's coming to visit you, he'll be the most polite guest ever

Come over to his place, a little abandoned cabin in the woods? He'll be a good host!! Just please don't go into the room in the far right corner of the cabin 😋😋 that totally isnt where he primarily feeds 😋

I feel like he can't really eat. Normal food

Tough tiddies oh well

Actually now that I think about it my take on Jack kinda reminds me of the ghouls from Tokyo Ghoul

Anyways

Oh y/n please play with his hair!! Its nice and soft and fluffy!! He won't outright ask you to do it, but he'll send signals!!

He doesn't talk much but he's a good listener! He's not shy or anything, it's just that he's more observant and reserved. Even before.. everything that happened to him, he wasn't much of a talker

Doesn't sleep much, he doesn't really need to anymore

On nights where he isnt out.. doing his thing, he might come into your room and watch over you

Not to be creepy!! Even if it is.. creepy.. yk?

It's his own way of making sure nothing happens

He will knock it off if you ask him too though! He'll likely limit it to quickly checking in on you to make sure you're safe and sound

He's cold.. ice cold.. whether or not that deems him a not so good cuddle buddy is up to you

Takes a very very long time to warm up to affection. You'll likely have to wait for him to take the first steps, or to catch the signs, you know?

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[ervona]

Day 1: Arcane / Beast for @tes-summer-fest

The city of Winterhold coasted on its illustrious history as capital, though it had shared that honor with quite a few cities in the province. Still, it held a charm that set it apart from the rest in the eyes of a courier who had just finished her delivery to the far-flung shrine of Azura. The mountainside view was one to behold, enjoyed by many from afar who'd come to join the work on that lofty statue. To her, the sight of moonlit stone walls called for a night out.

A gleaming eye caught her own, atop the most distinguished, towering structure in the city. Home to many a mage, such as her friend who on this day was waiting for her at the city gates rather than on College grounds. He was but a prentice, and even though he’d started learning a bit late by a naysayer’s estimate, he was bound to become a great mage someday. One could only hope. 

Though not officially enrolled there, she was a scholar of sorts, as well as a courier and self-appointed investigator. Her pursuit of mystery was greater than the sum of its parts. She arranged to borrow a book on occasion in return for running the archivist’s errands, but the path to knowledge ofttimes lay elsewhere.

“Just so you know, that hermit up in the mountain told me you absolutely need levitation!" The volume of her voice sank into the surrounding snow. Only slightly dusted by it, like a sweetcake, he threw his head back in unbridled laughter.

That was how they met each time, continuing their last discussion regardless of how long it had been. Or at least, that’s how she commanded awe with her excellent memory. Usually.

“I missed you too!” His feet dangled in the air when she hugged him, repeatedly hitting her ankle. “And ah- sorry- can’t say I didn’t expect that. I haven't been neglecting my studies, either.”

“She also offered to share arcane secrets, if I-”

“Do some errands for her?” he drawled, mimicking the archivist, who'd come across as the unwitting jester of the faculty.

“No, if I leave her alone for a while. She seemed cross with me.”

Chattering friends beat chattering teeth, and they’d discussed their latest findings all the way down the path that sloped down to arguably a beach. Ancient bones distorted as in a dream were stuck in the glacial gullet of Hsaarik; less ancient ones lay half-buried in the snowdrift.

Deep below the lights of the city, falling prey to something sharp was far too easy, but the fog of breath held no fear. She took the hand offered to her aglow in purpureal light and her step became lighter still, they could skip across the water like stones.

He’d practiced his spellwork on these shores for days on end with only her in audience, a mouthful of dried fish and socks full of water. The days had been longer then, and one could get away with being sodden before a biting chill came upon them. Fortunately he had picked up a flame spell, more for need of himself than her, who braved the Old Holds with naught but skis and high spirits. 

“Now, behold something a bit different.” he said when they’d stepped on frozen ground.

“You’ve finally come around to ice swimming?”

“I wish! No, no, just look.”

The spell looked similar enough to her eye, but the motion to cast it was different. Soon enough the circular shape mimicking his hands elevated his feet ever so slightly from the ground. She clapped, perhaps emboldening him too much to take a less than careful step, after which the next one sent him plummeting into waist-deep water with a wail.

Trying not to chuckle, she stepped close enough to wet her boots. She would be undressing soon anyway, thus without a care. “Could have been worse. What if I were to jump in too?” 

“That’s unneeded. But thank you.” He wrung out what he could with a sigh, and she would have asked him about learning a dry warming spell if he didn't have enough on his plate already.

Once again they joined hands, in a more sodden saunter towards the next islet, a larger one they’d frequented. There lay wood ash and fishbone, remains of their last fire that the wild waves hadn’t claimed yet. Starting a new one with no delay, they sat for a while in silence, broken only by the seabirds’ cry.

The days had grown shorter, giving way to night. Masser, the roseate eye in the tapestry of stars, had seized her beating heart and now looked upon her in anticipation. She strode on the lookout for fish, drinking in the horizon that would at some point give way to the nascent sun. 

In that direction, a once mighty craft cracked in twain on long since melted ice, since then picked clean by beasts and priests. They’d searched it up and down already, finding what they sought and the years had gone by until it was of little interest but a grim omen. 

Strewn across sea-nooks were many such wooden carcasses, cast away at the mercy of the eponymous ghosts that only grew in number. But she couldn’t let that dishearten her. Rather she counted every golden drake, pressed until they were warm, for passage to faraway shores. Though her friend had not complained once, it was her that made their journey troublesome to plan for.

Breathing in the night air, her heart began to play the moon’s tune. Blood rushing to and fro, crawling deep into herself. Her fur was already growing in. It was crucial to disrobe and fold all her clothes into a now empty knapsack, before her shape was truly unmade and remade. She left it to her friend’s safekeeping, who also provided the perfect cover, a novice of transfiguration with a proclivity for accidents in spellcasting. It wasn’t far from the truth, and was of course her idea.

With newfound power and little care for the cold she leapt into the sea, making a grand entrance. Some fish fled, others were fearless, but her teeth snapped around them all the same, not unlike the traps that sought to capture her kind. Each time she surfaced to deposit fish on the rocks, he would look up from his little spell-circle and line them up all orderly. So began their night, with a feast.

Just a step beyond the locals’ taste, the two companions shared a liking of raw fish. It was always nice to spend time with someone who’d never cast a glance of judgment. Not even the subtle ones brimming with dignified superiority, for he didn’t have that streak in him, but she often feared the day that could change. 

At the moment, she feared nothing. In her many years of life, her greatest fears as a youth had reformed into her great solace. It was no longer too much to bear. She felt only the need to delve further into the water, as the call of the forest was much the same on land and sea. Down in the brush of kelp, one could find all manner of things, even sunken treasure. The hunt raged on through the night. 

When she came to, Magnus and Azura had embraced in the sky, and the treasures she’d scattered around were truly nothing to write home about. Fish scraps were stuck in her hair, not her fur, but the hair that hung over her neck now, heavy with water. Trying to balance on the ice, she was growing shaky by the moment. Ever since she’d known of herself, she would regain her merish form with the dawn.

Cold, cold, that sudden cold, was surely the worst part of these trips, fun as they were. And it wasn’t too long until she spotted a familiar figure, ever nearer as he hopped along the drift ice, brandishing her cloak like a banner. She snagged it and made quick work of her knapsack, robes and all, but in pursuit of warmth almost slipped quite a few times before she got her boots on. 

To divert from such a graceless moment, she grabbed one of her sunken trinkets, a worn, blackened chip that may have once been silver and put on her best impression of the Nord merchants at the city market. “Might you be interested in an ancient Atmoran coin?”  

“Just what I’m looking for!” He laughed, rolling it around in his hand. The sun at his back was but a trifle when he beamed. “I don’t mean to brag, but I may be getting the knack of this. Levitation. I’ve been practicing all night.”

“Will you whisk me away to the city, then?”

“Um, not yet. But one day, I hope!”

That she looked forward to, but another sea-walk was certainly more than adequate.

#tesfest23 #skyrim #tes #the elder scrolls #brand-shei #merris tag #oc tag #scrawling tag #need to change that but 'fic tag' isn't doing it for me #alternate time going on here and if you're able to piece it all together without prior context then i've done something right #and you too! thanks for reading and happy tesfest

[dear-departed]

hello been reading some of your stuff and will probably continue to read it after i get this out of my mind but i was playing obey me and thinking:

i could not deal with living in the HOL. i have plenty of patience, but the constant fighting of the brothers, lucifers pride stopping him from admitting he is wrong, mammon selling things that dont belong to him for grimm, levi holing himself up and being lowkey manipulative with his self degradation causing you to spend time with him, satans short temper and occasional threats that terrify me, beel constantly eating everything in the house (i have a high metabolism and am very protective of my food for reasons unknown), and belphie sleeping constantly (plus the fact im still kinda salty about being killed in chapter 16 and then him just, acting like it necer happened) and them taking up all my time

basically id go insane, and want to know if you could write a story (long or short) about me sneaking over to purgatory hall, leaving a note saying ill see them at RAD. what id do with the residents (baking with luke, potions and magic with solomon, reading and maybe writing with simeon) and the brothers reactions to me leaving without telling them in advance and being gone so long (a night to a whole weekend)

thank you!!

Hello, Love!

I like this idea, and I totally get what you mean, I don't think I could handle not getting my proper alone time.

I tried my best with this, it got kinda rushed near the end because it was 4 in the morning and I just wanted this baby finished and over with. I loved writing it!

Some of this stuff is very much based off my childhood memories (wet, damp, grass smell is a big thing) and my interests (writing and baking with Simeon and Luke, but MC already knows a little about each) but I hope you enjoy regardless!

MC is gender neutral, and as a prefix, Mx. is used

Warnings: Mild angst, some deep conversations with Solomon, but not much, also Solomon just being a little shit for funsies, mild angst, crying Mammon

Word count: 7k

‘Please, dammit, just let me get through this chapter without another distraction.’ 

The ruckus downstairs was enough to let you know that this peace and quiet you’ve been enjoying for the past 10 minutes wouldn’t last long. 

The noise, that damned noise downstairs. You’d only gotten through a few pages of the book you were reading. Each sentence needed to be read a few times to actually soak into your mind, every grueling detail difficult to take in. 

Upon hearing a hasty knock, then the door being burst open, you knew it was over. With a defeated sigh, you slowly shut the book, not bothering to save the page. It’s not like you’d gotten that far anyway, so what was the point? 

Mammon and Levi were both quick to storm into the room, Mammon holding up a Ruri-Chan figurine, which was about the size of a beer bottle.  

“You greedy ass, give it here!” Levi desperately held out his hand, looking wound up and about ready to headbutt his older brother. 

“No way in hell would I give this to you! Do you know how much it’s worth! And besides, I found it, it’s mine! Unless you can cough up 8 thousand grimm, I’m gonna sell it online!” The second born sat himself next to you, far too close than you were comfortable with at the moment.  

“I would say until pigs fly, but you’ve got wings, jackass!” Levi directed his eyes toward you, then back to Mammon. “And plus, it’s not fair to barge into MC’s room and push this onto them! I seriously doubt they want to deal with one of my weird hermit problems!”  

You let out a deep sigh, a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in ever since you heard that knock. “Mammon... just, give him his action figure back.”  

“No! Do you get how much this is worth?!” 

“Mammon, Avatar of Greed, I command you to give Leviathan, Avatar of Envy, his figurine back!” 

It wasn’t worth it to try and reason with him, especially not today, you reasoned. You watched as Mammon’s breath hitched, his mouth falling agape as protest as he groaned, his arms shooting out to hand Levi the action figure back.  

Leviathan’s eyes damn near sparkled when you said that. He hands hastily snatching the figurine to his chest, grinning as he blushed, “oh, MC! I really didn’t expect you to actually stick up for me, you’re the best!” 

Mammon’s arms dropped back down to his sides, his chest heaving as he sucked in a few quick breaths. “Are you serious, MC?!” 

“Don’t look at me like that, you shouldn’t have taken it in the first place.” You hummed. After a while at The House of Lamentation, you learned that Mammon being angry wasn’t really anger. You learned that he almost didn’t have the capacity to truly be mad at you, especially when he knew you were in the right.  

He stayed seated, trying to formulate his next smart comeback. He ignored the yelling that erupted from the kitchen. You, however, couldn’t seem to get it out of your head. His next words were a blur to you. Between your rare alone time being interrupted, you just being overall tired, and the dull, aching, pain in your head, everything just came back a little fuzzy.  

“MC? Hello? Earth to MC?” Leviathan asked as Mammon waved a hand in front of your face. “Ya okay? Ya seem kinda... out of it.”  

“Yes! Yes, I’m fine, I’m perfectly fine, just need a second, so just...” You set your book aside, scooting back on the bed, away from Mammon. The muted warmth radiating off the demon was beginning to get rather uncomfortable, on top of everything. “I’m just... I need a second.” You repeated, hoping, praying, to something out there that they would get the memo and just leave. 

“Okay, okay!” Mammon stood up, taking a few steps back. But alas, he didn’t make his way toward the door.  

“I mean I need a moment alone. And by a moment, I don’t mean just go out of the room and come back in a minute, I mean please leave me alone unless there’s an issue that you can’t just solve yourselves.” You rubbed your temples, your headache increasing until it felt like the veins in your neck would pop.  

“I knew they didn’t want us around, who would?” Leviathan grabbed Mammon, dragging him by the back of the shirt out of the room. Thankfully, Levi is an introvert, and knows the importance of completely shutting someone’s door before leaving. At least that’s one thing. 

The yelling from the kitchen was obviously Satan, nobody could mistake it. That strained screaming, where his voice cracked and his voice got deeper, less refined than normal. You could almost see him now, threatening Lucifer, who wouldn’t dare take any part in admitting that he did something to piss Satan off.  

When this whole shitshow started, you might’ve gone down to check on it, but it always ended up the same. Someone would get to you first, complaining about someone or something. Christ, it was like you were their only relief in this household.  

A thought suddenly crossed your mind, one not too unfamiliar to you. What would happen if you just packed up and went to purgatory hall for a day? Or a few nights? Maybe it would give the brothers some time to get themselves in line, and it would give you time to cool down before you snapped, got your neck snapped. Again. 

No, no, you couldn’t. Leaving them would be cruel, especially without any warning? What if Lucifer got pissed off and told Lord Diavolo? And what if Lord Diavolo got upset in turn? 

Or what if you just asked Lord Diavolo? He always seemed to be decently understanding. After all, he’s been near the demon brothers for hundreds of years now, he knows how tiring they can get. 

So without any further considerations, before you decided to chicken out, you pulled out your D.D.D, opening up Diavolo’s contact.  

MC: Lord Diavolo? Can I have your opinion, or blessing on something? 

Diavolo: Of course, what is it, MC? 

You hesitated for a moment, typing and retyping the words you were about to say next. Should you ask to call him instead? No, someone might hear, and lord knows they’d go feral. 

MC: How would you feel about me staying at Purgatory Hall for a few days? Just to cool off? All of the brothers are getting to be a bit much. I hope you understand, and it’s alright if you refuse. 

Diavolo: Haha! Of course, you may, those brothers are always so rowdy, I understand! I’ll send over someone to escort you tonight. 

Diavolo: And don’t worry, I won’t tell Lucifer, it’ll be our little secret for now 

MC: Thank you, Lord Diavolo 

He sent an emoji, that one of the Red Devil winking, with its hip jutted out to the side. At least he’s understanding. 

The title of a ‘Demon Prince’ was always super intimidating, every portrayal of one like Diavolo was always tyrannical, sadistic, and an overall ass, and there was always this part of you that expected him to respond to you like that. 

Great. So now all you had to do is pack a bag without any of them knowing. Which is, arguably, the hardest part of this whole thing.  

♥ 

Just as you thought, packing your bag was hell, all puns intended. 

You pretended to take a shower, or in other words, you grabbed a bunch of clothes and a duffle bag and shoved everything you’d need for the weekend into it. A few different outfits, a comb, toothpaste, toothbrush, a stick of deodorant, that sort of stuff.  

It felt alien to you. You’d only ever packed to leave the house after the exchange program had first ended, or whenever you went on trips with the brothers.  

But as you got a text from Barbatos after some of the brothers had gone to bed, the remaining ones too busy to be out of their rooms at this time of the night, you felt kind of bad. Frustrated, yes, but something in your heart tugged you toward this chaotic bunch. It’s not like you were leaving forever, but still. 

Alas, you neatly placed your note on your bed, doing a double-take around the room before hauling your bag up onto your shoulder, your shoes hanging by their laces on the strap of the bag, and stepped out of the door, swinging it shut, then carefully turning the knob and shutting it, making as little noise as possible. You were fully aware Lucifer knew you were out of your room, but that didn’t matter. 

As you passed the kitchen, the distant noise of soft grumbling radiated from the dim glow that radiated from the fridge. Satan was going to be pissed about that in the morning, you noted.  

You crept further down the hall on soft footfalls, the silver moon bouncing off the walls, the pictures on the walls basking in the familiar sunless Devildom sky.  

You felt eyes upon you, but something kept you from turning around. If they were going to stop you, or say something, they would have by now. Your hand lurched for the doorknob, slowly starting to turn the cool metal beneath your warm fingertips. It moved no further. Of course, it would be locked. 

You carefully set down your bag, holding the handle with one hand and carefully turning the lock with your other. A soft click sounded from the inner mechanisms of the old lock, proving you successful. You pulled the door open, picking up your bag again and shutting it behind you. You locked it, then took a moment to slide on your shoes finally. 

The headlights of the chauffer's car shone in the dull, cold, night. All according to plan.  

As that thought passed your mind, you felt the stare burning into the back of your skull dissipate, like a shadow sliding back into its corner, as if it’d been washed away by a cool bucket of water. Yet it left no release. 

You walked toward the car, watching as the driver got out and walked to the back of the car. They stood strong, with their hands folded neatly in front of themselves. “Mx. (Last name), welcome.” They greeted, their gloved hand delicately opening the back door, nodding their head toward the seat. Lord Diavolo certainly hadn’t left any room for error, had he? Despite Purgatory Hall being a short walk away. To be fair, though, the Devildom isn’t the safest place for a human to roam at night.  

You scooted in the seat, setting your bag to the side. “Thank you, really.”  

“No worries, Mx. (Last name), it’s nothing short of my duty.” They offered a polite smile as they shut the door, moving back into the driver’s seat. They glanced at you through the mirror, “Purgatory Hall, correct?” 

“Yes.” You traced your finger over the perfect stitching on the leather seats of the car, which smelled faintly of Lucifer’s unmistakable cologne.  

As the car pulled away from the House of Lamentation, you slumped further into the seat, letting out a quiet sigh as your muscles relaxed, the anxiety that burned deep in your marrow slowly letting itself loose.  

The gentle humming of the car was like a lullaby to your racing thoughts, the way it buzzed as it cruised down the road, it brought you back to different memories in your life. Long car rides at night, riding the bus, the way you used to squint when you were at stoplights to see how blurry you could get the lights to seem, the dank and musty smell of freshly mowed grass after a long day.  

It didn’t take long before the car eased to a stop outside Purgatory Hall, the chauffer locking eyes with you through the mirror, that same, sterile, smile catching your attention as they looked at you. “We’ve arrived, I will stay here until you get inside.” 

“Alright.” You unlocked and opened the door, slithering out of the seat and tugging the bag along with you. “Thank you, again, I know it really can’t be convenient picking random people up, especially at this hour.” 

“Again, it’s no worries. And after all, Mx. (last name), you are no stranger. You’re a friend of both Lucifer and Lord Diavolo.” The driver assured. 

You shut the door, walking around the back of the car and making your way up the short path to the front door. You knocked four times before stopping and listening closely for anyone inside the house. After a minute or two of crashing, groaning, and somebody from inside very obviously falling straight on their ass, a light turned on. 

A tired-looking Simeon opened the door. “I... what are you...” He squinted, then blinked, seeming quite dazed. You could see the gears turning in his head, before his mouth went slightly agape, his crackly voice going “ohh... I remember now! Come in, come in.” He stepped aside, a loving grin tugging at the edge of his lips, which had a little bit of wet drool leaking off one side of his mouth. 

You stepped into the house, the scent of vanilla hitting you square in the face.  

Luke veered the corner, Solomon sluggishly following behind him, rubbing one side of his butt, a pained look wrinkling his features. Luke looked tired, but undoubtedly gleeful to see you. “You’re actually staying with us for a few days?!” He grabbed at your wrist, grinning a bit.  

The small angel quickly caught himself, “it’s not that I’m happy about that or anything, I mean, I see you all the time! But... I’m happy you’re here!” He put a hand on his hip.  

“I’m glad I’m here too, Luke.” You gave the top of his head a gentle pat, returning his tired smile. “I’m sorry to wake you all, and to kind of like, invade your home, even if I did let you know beforehand. I’m just...”  

“We get it.” Solomon attempted to tame his hair, only paying attention to you half way. “Those brothers can get really tiring. It’s like, I love them, but even things you love can make you upset sometimes. It’s like listening to the same song on repeat for three hours, but it’s a song you love. You need to take a break from that song for a while before you can enjoy listening to it again.” 

“That’s a good analogy, Solomon.” Simeon nodded, giving you a comforting smile. “Do you want a hug? I know times like these can be stressful, and sometimes it can feel like everything around you is just all happening at once, and you want some space from them, I suppose?”  

“Yes, please.” You shuffled closer to Simeon, Luke’s soft hand falling from your wrist as you wrapped your arms around the older angel, burying your head into his chest. Jasmin, chamomile, flowers... ugh. You allowed yourself to slip further into his embrace, noting the sudden warmth now connected to your side, Luke. They were warmer than the demon brothers, who were slightly cool to the touch. 

Solomon watched from a couple feet away, his eyes filled with want as he stared into the empty spot at your other side. Eventually, he gave in, sinking into your familiar warmth. 

Despite not spending nearly as much time here as you did the House of Lamentation, this place felt just as much like home as the other.  

After a moment of comfortable, admittedly warm silence, Simeon pulled away, his delicate hands resting upon your shoulders, a smile gracing his angelic features. “I have no doubts you’re exhausted. We already have a place for you to sleep, how about we get you set up so you can get some good, undisturbed, rest?” 

“That sounds heavenly.” You sighed, finally realizing how heavy your eyelids were. 

He let out a soft laugh, brushing his hand against your cheek. “Well, we try. Solomon, if you don’t mind, can you take them over to their bed area? Luke and I will get them a cup of tea ready.” He and Luke pulled away from you, as did Solomon, who slowly nodded. “Sorry, almost fell asleep on you there.” he giggled, squinting at you. “I can’t stay up as late as I did before, being immortal takes its toll. Come on.” He nodded toward down the hall, making his way through the house with you hot on his tail.  

“Luke and Simeon were overjoyed when they heard you were coming.” He said, his slippers making soft patting noises on the hard flooring. “So am I. I feel like we never hang out outside of studying. Maybe I can steal you away for a while, who knows?” He trailed his index finger along the wall, eventually stopping at a series of doors. “They decided to set up your sleeping arrangement in my room. Feel free to freshen up in the bathroom, you can sleep on the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch, unless you’re open to the idea of sharing a bed.” He paused, appraising your reaction.  

You felt your face heat up, the tips of your ears becoming hot as you laughed, shaking your head as you stared at the floor. “You’ve been spending too much time with Asmo, I swear.” You set your bag by the sofa. 

“Well, I’ve only known him for a few centuries, I wouldn’t say too long. So... was that a yes?”  

“Solomon, I’m not taking your bed, I’m the guest, I’m sleeping on the sofa.” You shook your head, sitting down on the sofa, taking one of the throw pillows and placing it beneath your head. 

“Well then, I guess we’re sharing the couch. I’m not sleeping on the bed either. As you said, you’re the guest, and you came here to feel comfortable.” He clambered onto the couch as well, humming triumphantly at you as Luke and Simeon both entered the room, a few cups of warm “sleepy time” tea in hand.  

“This should get you nice and sleepy if you weren’t already, or at least calm you down.” Simeon placed two of the steaming cups onto the coffee table, placing coasters beneath them. “Be careful, it’s really hot.”  

You made a mental note of now Luke’s cup wasn’t steaming, and he in fact had his other hand wrapped around the cup. Simeon definitely cooled it down for him, how sweet. 

“Thank you, again. I know it’s a pain, but like you said, they get overwhelming sometimes.” You stared into your cup, the honey-colored liquid reflecting back yourself, someone who had gone through many big events and changes since you arrived in the Devildom. Someone who had died, come back to life, went through many death threats from various demons, including those closest to you.  

And yet, a lot of the time, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Despite how unforgiving it is for humans, it’s oddly comforting.  

“Really, MC, it’s no problem. Even in the celestial realm they were a bit much at times.” Simeon leaned down, planting a goodnight kiss on your forehead. “Now, you should get some rest. Don’t let Solomon be too mean to you.” he teased, giving your cheek a gentle pat before both he and Luke left the room, shutting the door behind them.  

Solomon dipped his finger into his tea, muttering a quiet spell into the liquid, in a tongue you didn’t recognize. It must have been a spell he hadn’t taught you yet. “What’d you do to it?” You quirked a brow, watching as he chugged the cup down.  

“I turned it into gin.” He smirked, looking up at you through his frosted lashes. 

“Solomon!” 

“Just kidding, I cooled it down. Want me to do the same for you.?” he wiped his mouth on his sleeve, clearing his throat a little.  

“Sure, if you don’t mind.” You scooted your cup of tea out to him. He dipped the very tip of his finger into the piping hot contents of the cup, muttering the same, soft, incantation before pulling his hand away. “Alright, should be fine, test it.”  

You carefully picked up the cup, tipping it up just enough to touch the liquid to your lips. “It’s perfect.” Somehow, he’d gotten it to the perfect temperature. You took a long sip, savoring the lightly sweet, floral, drink. It slid down your throat smoothly, warming your body just enough to be oh so satisfying.  

“I’m glad.” He idly watched you drink your tea, playing with a piece of loose thread in one of the cushions of the sofa, thinking of his next words. “I’m not supposed to say this, but Simeon’s making pancakes tomorrow morning because you decided to stay over. Don’t say anything to like, though. He’ll go feral; you know how much he loves Simeon’s pancakes.” He let his eyes stray, slowly beginning to stare straight through you.  

He was knocked out from his daze when you set your cup down. He shook it off, grabbing both of the cups. “I’ll take these to the kitchen; you get comfy on the bed.” He smiled, the little dark circles underneath his blueish brown eyes, which showed up very prominently on his pale skin. 

‘nice try, old man.’ 

He made a graceful exit from the room, but you couldn’t help but notice how he hobbled slightly. Damn, how had had he fallen on his ass? 

You pulled your D.D.D from your pocket, half-expecting a flurry of texts and calls from the brothers. All you were met with, however, was a few stray texts from Diavolo and Barbatos, briefly letting you know that the driver was there, or asking if you’d gotten there safely. You assured them you had, setting your phone in your bag. 

Solomon returned a minute later, quirking an icy brow.  

“...Damn you, Solomon.” You feigned annoyance as you climbed onto the bed, slipping beneath the covers. “I’m not having you sleeping on the couch, either. Come here.” 

“Roger.” 

♥ 

You awoke to the sweet scent of pancakes wafting through the air, and the weight of Solomon sliding off the bed. You let out a soft groan, rolling over onto your back and staring at the ceiling. It was so relaxing to not be woken up by Mammon bursting through your door, so nice to not hear someone screaming downstairs.  

“Good morning, sleepy head. You slept like a rock last night.” The sorcerer chuckled, turning his back to you as he took off his shirt, swapping it out for a fresh one. Right, today was a weekend, nobody had school.  

“H... wha?...” You moaned, the feeling of sleep slipping through your fingers as you slowly sat up, still not entirely able to tell if this was a dream or not.  

“I got up a few times, and let me tell you, you didn’t move at all. You must’ve been really tired.” He grabbed a pair of pants and some boxers and whisked himself off to the bathroom, leaving you in a blurry daze. 

You rubbed your eyes, trying to shake off the fog clouding your mind. Oh right, you snuck out without telling the brothers anything.  

You groggily got out of bed, feeling both the most well-rested yet the most tired you’d ever been in your life. You quickly changed, trying to finish up before Solomon came out of the bathroom.  

Hesitantly, you picked up your phone. Surprisingly, though, you only had 13 texts. Which may seem like a lot, but... all of the brothers texted once or twice, Lucifer told them to give you some space in the group chat, messaged you that he was sorry for any discomfort they may have caused, and that seemed to be that. Sure, they moped, but you didn’t get any calls, no texts, after that.  

With that off your chest there wasn’t a lot to worry about anymore. No upset brothers, just mildly tickled demon men, which you could live with.  

“I’m back, let’s get to the dining room.” Solomon stood by the doorway, bowing his head lightly, motioning you into the hallway. You followed along, with all the lights on, you were fully able to take in the vivid and rich paintings lining the walls. 

Upon entering the dining room, you see Simeon being the perfect malewife, I mean being very helpful. 

He’s setting the table, a large plate of pancakes in the center, with plates for everyone in their respective places, your plate was placed between him and Luke.  

Luke was also being helpful, bringing out a carton of milk and juice, setting cups and silverware next to everyone’s plates. It was obvious he was trying to contain his excitement, his lips were pursed, barely suppressing the grin that lay beneath his attempt at a calm façade.  

“Breakfast is served!” Simeon said in his melodic voice, his tone wafting through the air the same as the smell of the pancakes. A gentle smile graced his features as he eyed you up and down, tilting his head. “I heard you slept well?” 

“I slept great, I hope you did, too... even though I did wake you up to stay over.” You smiled in return, earning a blush from the angel. 

“MC! You have to come over more often! I mean, please come over more often!” Luke took his place at the table, looking absolutely thrilled. 

His favorite people all in the same room, with his favorite food, all in a good mood. Nothing could beat this moment, right here.  

You, Solomon, and Simeon all sat in your respective places, chatting while peacefully chowing down on the awesome breakfast that Simeon had made. You let them all know about the texts you’d seen, and they were happy to hear that the brothers at least agreed to give you some space for the time being.  

“It’s really peaceful here” you remarked, shoveling a forkful of pancake into your mouth. 

“Yes, I do think it’s peaceful here, for the most part. After all, including you, the house does have eight people. That’s a lot of people all at once, and including you, we only have four, so really, we’re just less crowded. And I do admit, some of the brothers are crazy in the mornings.” Simeon laughed, covering his mouth.  

“This is really good, Simeon.” Solomon leaned an elbow on the table, sending you all a little grin. “I think I should make breakfast tomorrow morning. It’s only fair, you and Luke already cooked, so I think I should take over tomorrow. After all, I’ve been looking at this new recipe for w-” 

“NO! NO CHANCE IN... I mean...” Simeon cleared his throat, nearly choking on his bite of pancake. “Luke and I are more than happy to cook, it's our hobby, after all” He smiled. “There’s really no need to overwork yourself, Solomon.” 

“Oh no, I insist. You really should look at this recipe, Simeon. I think adding my own twist would make it taste better, though.” Solomon took a swig of juice. 

“Your food is really, really... special. I just don’t think our stomachs are used to how good it is, so-” Simeon started, only to be cut off by Luke. 

“You suck at cooking-” 

“Luke!-” 

“Sorry! It just slipped out! Not even Beel can eat It, though!” 

You couldn’t help but put your head in your hands and laugh, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. And the worst part? You knew Solomon was aware how awful his cooking was. He just didn’t care. 

“I’m sorry, Solomon, but he’s right. I think there’s a 50/50 chance that you either die or become immortal when someone eats your cooking” You gave the sorcerer a playful glance, who winked in return.  

♥ 

Apparently Simeon gets the most motivation in the mornings. 

He invited you to shoot some ideas back and forth for one of his up-and-coming books. This mostly consisted of you attempting to teach him how the hell to run the “word” program on his computer, which he so kindly got from one of Leviathan’s suggestions. 

He’s still amazed that it turns on. 

But imagine his fucking shock when you boot up Microsoft word. His eyes go wide and he started exploring all of the options. 

Every single one of them. 

He knew what a lot of them were, the font options, alignment, things like that, but what the hell are ‘wingdings? 

“Simeon, those are pretty much colorless emojis but for a Microsoft word document, you don’t need those to write. Those are for like, flyers, and pamphlets, y’know?” You pointed back to the ‘home’ tab, but he stayed on the ‘insert’ tab. 

“How do I get these on my D.D.D? I haven’t seen these emojis on my phone.” He began to browse through them, littering his document with hearts, cartoon spider webs, smiley faces, everything under the sun. 

“You can’t, Simeon, I’ll show you those later, let’s just start with the ideas.” You put your hand over his, directing him back to the ‘home’ tab. His shoulders slumped a little, yet he nodded. “You’re right, I need to actually start.”  

For a while, the two of you just snacked and had drinks while he bounced different novel ideas off you, listening to your opinions on different plot ideas. 

Eventually, he pulled out a notebook and laid his head in your lap, tapping a pen against his lips. “Now, what are some good side character names? I’m running low on names I haven’t used before.” He clicked the pen against his temple, scribbling on the corner of the page to make sure it worked.  

“How about... Elyssa?” 

“Oh, that’s a good one! Like... a high elven princess, I can see her being this regal figure, morally grey.” He kicked one leg onto the other, humming softly as he jotted the name down.  

“Harris.” 

“I’ve used that one before.” 

“Uh... Astrophel!” 

“That one, too.” 

“Vivian” 

“Okay, okay, that’s good, I don’t have any ideas for her, but I’m sure some will come eventually.” 

“Ezra.” 

“I like that!” 

This went on for who knows how long. Sometimes he would just set his notebook down while you idly raked your hands through his hair, trying to think of more names after you ran out. 

♥ 

Next was baking with Luke, apparently, Barbatos had “assigned” him lemon meringue cookies, and Luke would be damned if he failed an assignment from one of his mentors.  

He pulled out four eggs, turning to glance at you. “Do you know how to separate the whites from the yolks?” 

“yeah-” 

“Do NOT separate them with your fingers! Because if you do, the oils from your fingers-” he wiggled his fingers in the air “-will keep the proteins from whipping up in the egg whites! Because fat keeps things from whipping up unless it is fat based. That’s why we wiped the mixing bowl with lemon, because it’s acidic, and cuts away any remaining fat in the bowl!” 

You were vaguely aware of this, but hey, why not let the kid have his fun being smarter than you? 

“Yes, Sir Luke!” You saluted, taking the eggs delicately in your hands. “And I’ll make sure to crack them in a separate bowl so I don’t get any shells in them, either.” You assured, pulling out another, smaller, bowl. You cracked them over the sink, saving the yolk for later and putting the egg white into the other bowl.  

“I’ll get started on the syrup.” You heard Luke working on the stove behind you, humming a soft little tune to himself as he focused. You appraised the egg whites, carefully placing them into the mixing bowl after you picked out any shells remaining. “What now?” 

“Start the mixer on medium, and add in this when it gets foamy, catch!” he tossed you a small plastic container of a white, powdery, substance. ‘Cream of tartar’, the label read.  

“How much do I put in?”  

“Only a teeny tiny bit, ¼th of a teaspoon, there should be a spoon for it inside the 1/2th.” 

“Roger that.” You did as told, deciding to muse the kid “so, what’s this for?” 

“Oh, cream of tartar is to stabilize the egg whites! After a certain point, egg whites can get too whipped and deflate! So, when you add...” you tuned him out as you eyed the egg whites, watching them get foamy, then as they grew in volume. 

“It’s awesome you know all of this, Luke, it’s really impressive.” You turned back to glance at him, to see his face bright red.  

“You think so, MC?... I don’t know what to say...” He stared at his shows. “Thank you, it means a lot that you think I’m smart, and not just some dumb little kid.” 

“Of course, I don’t think you’re just some dumb kid, Luke. You’re in direct contact with Michael, after all. I know he’d only ever choose the best angels to help him.” You ruffled his hair. “I like how you appreciate the little things, like how you really like Simeon’s pancakes, and how you won’t say it, but you actually don’t mind demons. They’re nicer than you thought, huh?”  

“...Yeah. They are. I like Beel. He's scary sometimes, but I know he cares about his family, kind of like how I care about you and Simeon. I think of you all as family.” He sniveled, looking up at you and wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, quivering smile tugging at his lips. “You’re the best family I could ask for.” 

Who knew an angel with such a sweet tooth could be sweeter than what he bakes? 

After calming Luke back down, which apparently, he’s a happy crier sometimes, the two of you got back to work. 

He picked up the boiling pot of sugar syrup and you helped slowly pour it in while the egg whites were still mixing. “It won’t scramble, don’t worry!” he stated proudly as he drizzled in more of the syrup. 

Slowly, the egg whites in the bowl became stiffer and glossier until the entirety of the syrup was in the mixer. Then, you both added yellow food coloring and lemon extract.  

The oven, preheated to 225 degrees Fahrenheit, or 80 degrees Celsius, was then ready for the freshly piped meringue, in perfect, crimped peaks.  

They turned out amazing after a few hours, the lemon flavor bursting through the foamy sugar like a delightfully sour surprise. 

♥ 

Lastly, you decided to join Solomon in his room to study, which was fun, to say the least.  

He knows how to have fun while also keeping you engaged, playfully casting harmless spells on you, having you taste-test potions with short-term effects. 

“Now, add the chopped bits of the poison fire coral to the cauldron. That’s right, good.” He guided your hand with the scoop toward the cauldron, directing you carefully.  

“Is it supposed to do that?” The liquid inside the pot began to spurt and sparkle, sending little bits of flame flying toward you both. He didn’t flinch as they landed on his bare skin, dissipating instantly.  

“Perfectly normal, just stay calm.” he checked his watch, seemingly counting the seconds. 

“and... twelve! See, it stopped!” He gestured to the cauldron, which did indeed, cease with the whole ‘spewing fire’ thing.  

“Now, try it.” He dipped a glass spoon into the shiny, bright red, liquid, holding it close to your lips. It burned your nose lightly when you sniffed it, not really having a smell, just kind of burning. 

“Isn’t poison fire coral deadly?” 

“Oh, very, but this potion neutralizes it. Trust me, I use it all the time.”  

Hesitantly, you sipped the smooth, slightly thick, potion from the spoon. It sent shooting pain down your throat, as if a million fire and were crawling up and down your innards. “Oh, my gods, that hurts!” 

“Just wait a second.” 

Sure enough, the pain went away as soon as it came. “What did that even do besides hurt me?” 

“Blow me.”  

“WHAT? SOLOMON!” 

“No, I mean like, blow air at me!”  

You let out a puff of air through your lips. A bright reddish orange flame spewed from your delicate lips, reaching out to lick his cheek, like the hand of a deadly yet seductive mistress. The fire caressed his skin lightly, not daring to light his hair aflame. In fact, he seemed unphased by it, as if it wasn’t warm whatsoever.  

“I can breathe fire?!” 

“Kind of. Try to blow on your hand.” He instructed. 

You did as he said, noticing that the flame felt slightly cool, an exact parallel of what you’d felt in your throat moments earlier.  

“It only lasts for a little bit, only about 30 minutes. I have an antidote, if you’d like one.”  

“As long as it can’t catch anything on fire, I’m fine with having this for 30 minutes, count me in!” As you excitedly talk, little bursts of flame expelled from your lips, wisping past your hair.  

He chuckled, leaning on his arm. “You know...” he shook his head “I quit befriending mortals because so many of them die whenever you’re super close to them. Yet oddly enough, I can’t stop myself from being close to you. You’re like trying to resist... gee, I’ll say, you’re like trying to resist sin itself. But I’d say you’re the best sin out there.” He stared into your eyes. “Damn you for being a human. I might just have to turn you immortal with me.” 

♥ 

Back at the house, before you’d woken up, Mammon ran to Lucifer, freaking the hell out, waving your note in his hand like a madman. “MC!... Lucifer, bro, it’s MC, th-they ran away, a-and... they said they ran away but I don’t believe it because why the hell do they need to run away they just said that needed to go to Purgatory Hall for a break but why wouldn’t they just tell us?! And Lucifer we’ve gotta go lookin’ for them becasue only dad knows where the hell they are now! What if someone just wrote like them? There are a lotta people in the Devildom who would kill to hurt or take them and I’m worried and...” He sucked in a breath of air, choking on his sobs. 

Lucifer furrowed his brows, snatching the note from Mammon, going over the note a few times. “I’m calling a family meeting to see if anybody knows about this. We will contact Lord Diavolo if there is reason, but we don’t have suspicion to believe that they were captured. Here, seem like you need it.” Lucifer offered Mammon a sip of his water, who just shook his head. 

Dammit, why was he so bothered by this? Why did it rub him the wrong way? Was he sick in the head or something for assuming that was where you’d gone? Or was it a normal reaction? Either way, he just... he had to know you were safe. Regardless of if you probably were, as your first man, it’s his duty to know you’re safe. 

Everyone gathered in the living room, half worried sick, the other half of the brothers not really surprised at all.  

“First order of business.” Lucifer folded his hands neatly on his lap. “I did hear MC awake last night, they walked out of their room, I know that. I heard them. But I need to know if any of you saw them leave, and if they were alone.” 

All of the brothers stayed silent and still, all but Belphie, who quietly raised his hand. “I saw them leave.” 

“And you didn’t stop them?! What if they get hurt?!” Mammon exclaimed, “are ya crazy?!” 

Belphie shook his head “no, I didn’t stop them. They were checking their phone when I saw them. I was trying to get Beel back to our room. I saw one of Lord Diavolo’s cars out the window. I think they’re fine. They had a bag and everything. I really do think they just got overwhelmed.” He curled up on the sofa like a cat, laying his head on his arms. 

“Oh.” Mammon stopped having what appeared to be a heart attack, shiveling as he wiped up his tears. “Well... so... they’re fine? I was worryin’ over nothin’?” 

Nobody responded to him as Lucifer drew his phone from his pocket. “I’ll call Lord Diavolo just to double check, but thank you, Belphie.”  

“yeah.” 

Lucifer dialed up Diavolo, who answered right away. “Hello, Lord Diavolo? You’re on speaker. My brothers and I would like to know if you had a car pick up MC last night.” 

The demon prince’s giggle came clear through the phone, a failed attempt at stifling his glee “I won’t tell, Lucifer. I’ve been sworn to secrecy~” 

“So, I’m guessing that’s a yes?” Lucifer rubbed his temples with a quiet yet exasperated sigh. 

“...You see right through me, Lucifer! Yes, you’ve caught me.” He pouted. 

“Understood, I will inform my brothers to not contact MC until further notice, thank you for the explanation, have a nice day. Goodbye.”  

“...So, they’re fine.” Mammon put a hand on his chest, taking a deep breath. “Okay then. I don’t, how will I keep myself entertained?” 

“Figure it out yourself, I’m taking a nice long nap with a body pillow.” 

“I think I’m gonna go to Hell’s kitchen. 

“I’m taking a self care day!” 

“I’ll update MC on the book I’m reading when they return.” 

“I’ll get some good manga for MC to read when they get back!” 

“...I might go to the casino.” 

“Mammon, I will string you up if you dare go within 500 feet of a facility that inhibits gambling.” 

#Obey me #obey me angst #obey me fluff #obey me shall we date #shall we date obey me #shall we date #omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me luci #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #solomon is a little shit #so is like sometimes #simeon is the therapist friend that needs therapy #obey me mc

[nix-writes-mcyt]

i simp for scar wayyyy too much so may i ask for a scar x reader fanfic if thats ok <3

Here you go friend!

Sales Tactic

Oneshot Contains: Fluff, a lot of flirting. I mean a lot of flirting. ----------------------------

After years with the Hermits one would think you'd learned what to expect by now. But no. That is in fact not the case.

When you had woken up it had been just like any other day. Living quite out of the way it wasn't often you saw Hermits around your area. You'd seem them throughout the day in your travels around the hermitlands, but it wasn't often people came over to your area.

There wasn't really much need to, after all you spent a lot of your time out and around others. Days like today were reserved for work on your base. But when you had caught sight of a wagon parked in your front garden it was quite clear it wouldn't be a quiet day.

With curiosity getting the best of you, you made your way over to the sales vehicle. It's only occupant was sat leant back, signature red hat adjusted on his head to cover his eyes. It was quite clear Scar was asleep, arms folded over his chest and all.

Waking him up wasn't difficult. You just outstretched your hand and gave his hat a little poke, causing it to topple off his head. The shift in light was what woke him up, Scar looking more than a little caught off guard.

"Oh, Y/n," he says, hand over his heart, "you startled me, I must have dozed off." Scar chuckles. You hum, smiling softly as Scar leans over to pick up his hat, placing it neatly back atop his head.

"I was just enjoying the atmosphere you've created, even with so much behind the scenes unfinished. These exteriors are gorgeous, just like you." Scar takes your hand, bringing it up to his lips.

The kiss almost makes you swoon, you can't say you've ever been so enamoured with so little. But then again this is Scar, Mr. Goodtimes. The owner of Swaggon Co. Co-owner of Boatem Inc. You could go on but that's enough titles for one man.

Regaining control over your thoughts you find that Scar has moved around you and stands on the stairs to the chests of the wagon. His hand is extended to you, which you take. He's such a gentleman.

"Now, I heard that you were in need of some more supplies to continue your build. So I went out of my way to pick some up, and here I am. But first, tell me your vision for this place." Scar gestures to your base, or rather the exterior of it.

You give him a pretty simple run down of your ideas and thoughts, most of which Scar simply hums in response to. He listens carefully, offering pieces of advice here and there. He's a builder himself after all.

You wouldn't have thought he'd pay so much attention to your words, but you can't complain. Not while looking into those beautiful green eyes of his anyway.

Once you're finished Scar produces a cyan shulker box, placing it down in front of you. "Go ahead, take a look. I believe these items are just what you need." His signature smirk gives you your doubts, but Scar proves you wrong.

The box is full of all kinds of blocks you need, even things you hadn't thought about before telling Scar about your vision. When you look back up at him he has a very knowing facial expression.

"All we have to discuss now is the matter of payment." Scar says, smirk turning into a smile that causes your heart to skip a beat. For a second you just stare, you can't help yourself.

Then, as you come to your senses it hits you. "You're trying to swindle me for everything I own."

Scar chuckles, "No.. don't be silly. I would never. Not when it comes to you anyway." "So you admit it." You cross your arms with a smug smile.

"It only works in this case if you find me attractive." Scar states boldly, catching you completely off guard. You stutter and stumble over a few words, watching his eyes twinkle in delight at your reaction.

"Do you find me attractive, Y/n?" You know he knows the answer. His confidence and the way he said your name tell you that much. Yet you nod anyway, how could you not answer him?

"Would it surprise you to know none of this was a sales tactic?" Scar asks. You don't need to say a word for him to know you don't believe him. "Check the name of the box."

You open the shulker once again, peering at the little tag area. It reads 'Its all free not a sales tactic. The second 'c' is cut off by the character limit to name the box, but the message is still clear. He planned this from the beginning.

"I told you." Scar says, matter of factly. You don't know what to say, realising that he was actually just straight up flirting with you the entire time.

He looks pleased with himself, which you can't deny he should, because that really is impressive to pull off.

"Well then, now we've figured out what's really going on here I have a proposition for you." "Go on." You're eager to hear what he has to say, Scar taking your hand in his once again.

"I'm a business man, Y/n, and I'd like to offer you the deal of a lifetime. One I don't think you'll be able to refuse." His tone is playful, thumb rubbing the back of your hand gently as he silently asks you not to freak out.

"Join me, become my partner. This can be our home, together, and we can travel on the Swaggon to make our fortune. I can't think of a better travelling companion, nor a nicer place to stop and call home than this."

You furrow your eyebrows, leaving Scar looking puzzled. "That's quite the hard bargain you drive there, Mr. Goodtimes." Picking up on your playful tone you watch him relax, blushing ever so slightly.

You note how cute he looks like this, how soft his smile is now compared to his confident flirting earlier. Which is more attractive you can't seem to decide.

"Things of great value are the hardest of bargains." He says. "And just how great is this value?" You tease.

Within an instant Scar's face is deadpan serious. He leans in close, the green in his eyes shining so bright as he whispers "Priceless."

You let out a shaky breath, watching his eyes scan your face. He looks so pleased with your response. "Sold." Is the only thing you can get out.

Scar's other hand, the one that isn't in yours, finds your waist as he moves to stand fully in front of you now. "I have another proposition for you, Y/n." He says, waiting for you to acknowledge him before he continues. Which you do, with a nod.

"A kiss, in exchange for nothing." Scar once again awaits your response. "I have a counter offer." "Oh?" Scar asks, his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him.

"You get a kiss, I get a kiss." You say. Scar smiles, "now there's an offer I can't refuse."

You place a gentle kiss on his lips, short but sweet. As you move away Scar pulls you in for another kiss, deeper but no less gentle or sweet than yours.

You pull away with a smile on your face, Scar exactly the same. "I knew today would be a good day for business." He jokes. "I'd expect no less from such a well renowned salesman such as yourself."

Scar smiles, you leaning in to place a tender kiss on his cheek. It really has been a good day, Swaggon Co not the only thing benefitted by the outcome.

#scar x reader #goodtimeswithscar x reader #gtwscar x reader #hermitcraft x reader #mcyt x reader #swaggon!scar x reader #scar #request #demi-writes-fics #hermitcraft #mcyt #hermitcraft season 8 #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #boatem #BTM inc #swaggon co

[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."

—

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."

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[saints-who-never-existed]

On Anchorites

Just been snooping through scripts again (I saw a hot take that instinct told me was based on a misunderstanding/mishearing of a particular line. Not worth any great pedantry of course - I'm a live-and-let-live kind of gal after all - but I did feel compelled to check just for my own edification).

Anyway, I found that Gibson's line in Episode Three jumped out at me all of a sudden:

"We were within an ace of getting called out in front of all the men and whipped for it, or worse. You were right. If he weren't such an ANCHORITE, we would have been."

That's a term I've only just now clocked and understood some of the significance of.

An Anchorite is akin to a hermit - a religious recluse.

But, crucially, they're not quite the same thing!

Where a hermit typically secludes themselves in the wilderness, an Anchorite is limited to a more specific location, usually a cell attached to a church.

Which is so interesting!

It's interesting that Irving espouses to Hickey all the spiritual benefits of being out in the wilderness, at the edge of civilisation ("We are...separated here. From the temptations of the world.") Benefits that a hermit might enjoy but that Irving himself doesn't appear to be capable of fully appreciating, at least at that point.

It's also interesting not only that an Anchorite is a person who confines themselves to a specific and restrictive space within a religious institution, but also that when they enter that space there's usually a consecration, a ceremony similar to a funeral rite, where the person is thereafter thought of as dead to the world, as a sort of living saint.

It's so interesting that by acting in such a way that other men view him as akin to an Anchorite, Irving quite literally marks himself out for death, hastens his own funeral rites in just the same way that a real Anchorite does.

#And that's to say nothing of how he finally finds some proper spirituality grace and peace out in the wilderness after all as a hermit might #When he meets Koveyook and his people #When he sheds his rank and pomp and is suddenly able to exist as just himself #As just 'John' #But I need to think more on it before I make that post #John Irving #Cornelius Hickey #Billy Gibson #The Terror #The Terror AMC #Meta #Observations #Random Observations #Also happily my instinct was wrong and the post that I thought was based on mishearing/remembering was correct in the first place #It was me who'd slightly misremembered the line :)