#im really gonna miss thrm

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#yesterday i was wandering around the campus where ive resided these last 4 years bc ive banned myself from running until my leg heals #and i was thinking like. what am i gonna miss about this place when i leave? bc im always thinking abt the things i cant wait to get away #from. and its a real short list. ill miss the palm trees bc i never get sick of seeing thrm. theyre so weird #ill miss the yucca. again bc theyre so weird looking. ill miss the way u can see where all the ants r bc in the non human populated areas #there isnt grass everywhere bc desert. ill miss that there r so many birds of prey hanging around. and the road runners and all the lil #lizards. and maybe in an abstract way ill miss being so close to the boarder bc when u live near a boarder boarders feel like bullshit #like staring down the road into another country. idk theres something i like abt that. ill probably also miss being able to run outside #all year long bc in the winter during the day all u need is a light jacket lol. where im going it gets real cold 🥶 #maybe ill even miss the constant blue skies. but idk ive always liked a cloudy sky better. makes me think of home haha #ill def miss how convenient my apartment rn is. the loft bed. the low cost. the 5min walk to campus. sigh. but thats pretty much it. i #dont think ill miss anything else. im not really close with anyone. my boss was the reason i came here and she left this school in January #so thats it i guess. i think i stayed a year too long and was not well for a lot of my time here but so it goes #just gotta move to the next place. just gotta pray pray pray that i find an apartment soon. i dont even wanna say anything abt it bc im #afraid to jinx things. even tho thats irrational. like. i just gotta somehow project how good a tenant i am. im so quiet u will never see #me and i never complain abt anything bc i have brain problems. sigh. i cant wait for this transition to b over #im so so so ready to be in a new place doing new things. but at least my energy is back. im back to high energy on little sleep lol #i dont understand how my body functions lmao. somehow when i get a normal amount of sleep it's a sign that i feel awful #unrelated

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I said I’d do it and I’m posting it as I complete it so I’m actually motivated to finish

May I present to you:

Not The Same, But Close

Summary: Ex&co never really got over the disappearance of one of their oldest friends, and they always sort of blamed the Hermits for it. I mean, the only member of their group without a hermit counterpart mysteriously vanishes, and in the very next season the same guy with a different name shows up in the Hermitcraft server? Suspicious.

And one day they found what they thought was their long lost friend, trapped in a strange world, with no memories.

Only he wasn’t the same. Not at all.

Was this their friend? If he was, could they get his memories back?

And if he wasn’t their friend at all, then who is he?

Note tag things: Future Ex/NPG if Ex can get his act together, some swearing???, I think that’s it? Ex is just gay and sad and doesn’t know how feelings work.

Uh the chapters are just gonna get posted as I finish thrm and tagged “ntsbc by Della” and there shouldn’t be too too many, im estimating 5-8

When it’s done I’ll make a post with links to all the chapters and link that in my pinned post

(Reblogs>likes but if you bother to do one you might as well do the other)

Ch.1

Exander Void, often known as Ex if you like him, and Evil X if you don’t, was not prepared to be the leader of the Anti-Hermits.

Sure, he’s their admin. He handles code tweaks and commands and helps keep things running smooth on that front. But he was never their leader. Not like he had been.

A smack of royal blue amongst the blacks and reds of their home, soft smiles and kind eyes and a sticky sweetness to him that unnerved more people than it usually comforted.

Ex couldn’t even bring himself to speak his name (what a lovely name it was too, from the same root language as his own but so much more elegant and unique, it was safe, familiar, he felt like home-) but he could never force himself to stop thinking of the man who brought them together.

He had no hermit counterpart, which was their first clue that he was different. And then, unlike the sporadic, often melancholic or even malicious members of the Anti-hermits, he had always been so calm, so soft, until he needed to be firm. He believed firmly in practicality, in moderation, in planning. He worked hard to make sure that the group always had exactly what they needed, but not a bit more.

That’s the thing he’d always hated about the Hermits. Their excess, their pomp and showmanship. Big builds and diamond economies and ridiculous contraptions.

Ex always thought that their leader’s counterpart would have likely been the most fun person to ever live. Not someone you’d put in charge of a whole town, but a very fun person to hang out with.

And he’s never been more upset to be right.

What the hermits don’t know is that the increased presence of the Anti-hermits is due in part to their leader having gone missing. Said he had something to check on and vanished, never to return. And all the admin controls in the world couldn’t figure out what happened.

Ex had originally reached out to his own counterpart, hoping for some kind of assistance. He didn’t get it.

And then who showed up but a chaotic, ridiculous, charming, fun lad with his leader’s ageless face and a bright red sweater.

Ex tried to force the issue, he tried ignoring it, he tried making up a conspiracy that this Grian guy was his Leader, having been brainwashed into being a Hermit. To be everything their Leader hated. To build impossible, ostentatious buildings and flaunt his wealth and cause fights.

But Xisuma didn’t know about the rest of the counterparts.

And that’s just not something the hermits would do.

And well it never really made sense that their Leader had no counterpart, ya know?

But that didn’t stop Ex from wanting to hack into Grian’s private server, just in case.

So that’s how Ex found himself with Heksknight and Badtimes, standing in a superflat world that looked like the set of some kind of game show, standing at the door of a storage shed, face to face with what looked like a damn corpse.

A Grian corpse to be specific.

“Bad, please tell me that’s not a dead body.”

“...it’s not a dead body?” Bad squeaked.

“Thanks, very encouraging.” Ex rolled his eyes.

Hels knelt down next to it, “wait no I actually think he’s not dead! He’s… he’s breathing!”

The rest crouched as well, surrounding the slumped body.

Bad swipes a finger across his wrist and rubbed his thumb against the finger, “magic residue, of what kind, not exactly sure but I’d bet on it being some kind of sleeping drug or something. Old though, or else we’d all be out by now just from being in here.”

Ex looked up at him, “Old? How old?”

Bad shrugged, “Depends on the strength of the spell, the skill of the caster, among other things. Magically included coma’s can often far outlast the initial spell and judging by the state of the room-“ he motions to the accumulating dust, “I’d say it’s been well over a year since it’s been touched, maybe two?”

...that matched up pretty well with their Leader’s disappearance.

“Let’s not get hasty.” Ex said slowly, “I know what you’re all thinking, and I’m thinking it too. But the Hermits have dabbled in cloning before. This could be a failed clone, or an Android.”

“Regardless we can’t just leave him here.” Hels decided, standing up, “like he’s literally in a magic coma, locked in a tool shed, in an abandoned world. That’s fucked up!”

Ex looked back to Bad, “Can… can you reverse this spell? Or wake him up?”

Bad examined the unconscious man for a minute before nodding, “if I can get him to my lab. Is his communicator around here? We’ll need to whitelist him.”

So they set about it.

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#Hermitcraft #ntsbc by della #writing