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ok-ish-hermitcraft-headcanons · 2 years

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I think that hermits and evil hermits can fuse (kind of like Garnet from Steven Universe, being able to unfuse at any time, but usually fused together), and I have a few names and headcanons:

Xenuma: All three Xisumas fused together. still wears the Doom Guy outfit, but wears little animal-like accessories under the helmet. Has Worm Man merch as clothes under the armor. Eyes change depending on the mood of the person that xe is near. (also, I hc xem to have xe/xem pronouns)

GnG: Stands for "Gealach na Gréine". A fusion of Ariana, Gealach (Hels!Grian) and Grian. Highly posh, but chaotic at the same time. Sun wears the iconic red sweater, but also has her suit pants, and wears moon's monocle. Shi also has multiple dresses. Is literally ONE INCH taller than Bdubs. Both Gealach and Grian are rebel princes along with Princess Ariana, Prince Patrick (Poultry Man) and their beloved cyborg brother NPG, who ran away from their family, who they disaffectionatly call 'The Watchers' because of the lack of privacy their parents gave them. (The Watchers, distraught, are still worried and searching for their beloved 'princesses', their maid, and their 'prince') Ariana uses She/Shine/glitter pronouns, Gealach uses he/moon/they/magic pronouns, while Grian uses he/sun/chirp pronouns. GnG uses he/she/moon/sun/shine pronouns :)

Zedace: A fusion of both Zedaph and Aceaph. A quirky scientist/detective with twice the creativity of Zedaph himself. Thanks to Ace, Zedace can now alter reality and have a lot of control over it. (they accidently made a person. They names her Aphmau, and she has her own reality-breaking properties. [real youtuber, not an OC]) Ze has the Biggest collections of clothes, makeup, genders, rocks, pronouns, you name it. {I don't even need to say what pronouns Zedace has, you can't misgender them unless you use the same pronouns for more than a day.}

Ishett: A fusion of Iskall and Eldvarmt, they love to have fun and prank. Describing them in two words: Chaotic good. They have an expansion of hoodies. They love the clocks they got from TWS, and they play with stim toys pretty often now, thanks to HalfSense. HalfSense is their bestie and the only person who they would share hoodies and pronouns with, TWS being next in line and sharing some hoodies and a gender with Ishett as well as Halfsense. {Ishett shares they/them pronouns with HalfSense, while having their own night/nights as well as dark/darks pronouns. Shares a gender with HalfSense and TWS.}

HalfSense: A Fusion of both Mumbo And Sense. You know when something half-way makes sense and the other half is just nonsense? That's their whole logic, and basically the fiber of their being. Also: Stim. Toys. They stim with literally anything in sight, from chew toys to popits to stress balls, and only shares with Ishett and , also sharing pronouns with Ishett, magic with TWS, and a gender with both. Only in public will HalfSense wear a suit. Otherwise, they're usually wearing a hoodie with an inordinate amount of stim toys on their arms and on the shelves in their room. They still love redstone, and they often work with it. They are also big collectors, only just behind Zedace. {They share they/them pronouns with Ishett, while also having their own day/days and light/lights pronouns. Shares a gender with both TWS and Ishett.}

Els: The derpiest on the server. Derpy Knight. Handsome knight man. Silver armor with purple as an accent, this knight is a True neutral. Will attack/defend anyone. Legit anyone. Loves/hate the whole server, and is in an 'alliance' (that's what it calls it) with Jevin, as the ONLY person who could beat him in a fight. Jevin still doesn't know how. {Pronouns: He/it/knight}

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And that's all! Also, I will be posting this also on @hmshermitcraft

and possibly my account for brainrot purposes :)

-Doodle (this took so long, I have like, 16 messages now)

That’s amazing!! :}

And yeah, that’s fair!!

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft headcanons #headcanons #hermitblr #I don’t think I have the capacity to tag it all

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hmshermitcraft · 2 years

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I think that hermits and evil/doppleganger/sibling hermits can fuse (kind of like Garnet from Steven Universe, being able to unfuse at any time, but usually fused together), and I have a few names and headcanons:

My first thoughts are, this is a practice of love and genuine respect for each other, similar to Garnet from the show. (also, If you haven't watched it, I recommend it, it's a great show)

GnG: Stands for "Gealach na Gréine". A fusion of Ariana, Gealach (Hels!Grian) and Grian. Highly posh, but chaotic at the same time. Sun wears the iconic red sweater, but also has her suit pants, and wears moon's monocle. Shi also has multiple dresses. Is literally ONE INCH taller than Bdubs. Both Gealach and Grian are rebel princes along with Princess Ariana, Prince Patrick (Poultry Man) and their beloved cyborg brother NPG, who ran away from their family, who they disaffectionatly call 'The Watchers' because of the lack of privacy their parents gave them. (The Watchers, distraught, are still worried and searching for their beloved 'princesses', their maid, and their 'prince'. Also, they re all trans kids who had to run away.) Ariana uses She/They/Shine/glitter pronouns, Gealach uses he/moon/they/magic pronouns, while Grian uses he/sun/they/chirp pronouns. GnG uses he/she/moon/sun/shine/they pronouns :)

Now, on to the fusions that are in relationships:

Zedace: A fusion of both Zedaph and Aceaph (Evil??? Zedaph). A quirky scientist(Zed)/detective (Ace) with twice the creativity of Zedaph himself. Thanks to Ace, Zedace can now alter reality and have a lot of control over it. (they accidently made a person. They names her Aphmau, and she has her own reality-breaking properties. [Aphmau is actually a real youtuber, not an OC]) Ze has the Biggest collections of clothes, makeup, genders, rocks, pronouns, you name it. Shares Everything with their S/Os, including a gender!{I don't even need to say what pronouns Zedace has, you can't misgender them unless you use the same pronouns for more than a day. Uses the gender that noon Shares with Els, HalfSense, TWS, and Ishett most often, and uses noon/noons a lot}

HalfSense: A Fusion of both Mumbo And Sense. You know when something half-way makes sense and the other half is just nonsense? That's their whole logic, and basically the fiber of their being. Also: Stim. Toys. They stim with literally anything in sight, from chew toys to popits to stress balls, and only shares with Ishett and , also sharing pronouns with Ishett, magic with TWS, and a gender with both. Only in public will HalfSense wear a suit. Otherwise, they're usually wearing a hoodie with an inordinate amount of stim toys on their arms and on the shelves in their room. They still love redstone, and they often work with it. They are also big collectors, only just behind Zedace. When feeling down, they use the blanket light shares with Els.{They share they/them pronouns with Ishett, while also having their own day/days and light/lights pronouns. Shares a gender with Zedace, Els, TWS and Ishett.}

TWS: Stands for TimeWithScar. A fusion of GTWS and BTWS. Has a hyperfixation on clocks, right along with Bdubs. He only shares clocks with Ishett, but they are beautifully engraved with marking. Fae is part vex, part elf, part fairy, and part shapeshifter. Will not take care of himself, just won't, Period. Learned magic thanks to his hybrid parts, and only shares spells with HalfSense, who is part fairy lightself. Has a special interest in building and loves it with all his heart. Shares a cat with Els, Ishett, HalfSense, and Zedace, and no not Jellie, but Isridder Tid Samler. Its for short, this cat is a hybrid of many, many different breeds, and they are adorable. They had to name the cat with a bit of each of them in the only other language that HalfSense understands. {He/Fae/They/dawn, in order of preference. Shares a gender with Ishett, Zedace, Els, and HalfSense.}

Els: The derpiest on the server. Derpy Knight. Handsome knight man. Silver armor with purple as an accent, this knight is a True neutral. Will attack/defend anyone. Legit anyone. Loves/hate the whole server, and is in an 'alliance' (that's what it calls it) with Zedace, TWS, Ishett, and HalfSense as the ONLY people who could beat him in a fight. None of them know how. They both love and adore the magic vial that they got from TWS.{Pronouns: He/it/knight/Twi. Shares a gender with Zedace, TWS, Ishett, and HalfSense}

(they love eachother, you're honor xD)

And that's all!

[The gender that the 5 fusions share is a gender that can either be very powerful or basically non-existent depending on the time of day. Their are best at, in order: Scar at dawn, HalfSense at day/morning , Zedace at noon, Els at twilight/evening, and Ishett at night :)]

Also, I will be continuing this headcanon on my account for brainrot purposes :)

-Doodle (this took so long ;-;)

{Also, I broke your tags again >:)}

Hhhhh, Doodle, I really want to share my fusion ideas now, look at what you done [The tags weren’t that bad.] - Mod Royal

Some of the other hermits and helmites have questions if the fact that they are fused can qualify as a date

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yourdeepestfathoms · 5 years

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Rabies

how’s Mags gonna live this one down

TW: Destructive stimming, vomiting

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Aragon found the poor girl collapsed in one of the theater bathrooms, halfway huddled under the sink with blood oozing from a reopened bite mark in her wrist. The pure look of terror in Maggie’s eyes broke the queen’s heart and that natural motherly instinct inside of her flared, urging her to help this terrified child.

She wished she just would have gotten Bessie.

When she got close, Maggie flinching away and making a warning noise of sorts should have been enough for her to not push into her comfort zone, but Aragon’s maternal side wouldn’t let her leave. She reached out to try and get the girl to stop hurting herself, and Maggie lashed out.

In one jerky, but swift moment, Maggie is biting Aragon.

To be honest, the scene could almost be humorous if it wasn’t for the strength Maggie was clamping down with. She had the side of Aragon’s hand with the thumb in her mouth and looked as feral as a wild dog as she grinds her teeth in deeper. Aragon hissed in pain and grabbed hold of her wrist, like it would block the sensation from traveling to the rest of her body.

“What the fuck?!” She cried on instinct to the absurd action.

That only made it worse.

Any thought about releasing Aragon was now gone. All Maggie was seeing was someone who hated her, who wanted to hurt her.

She had to harm them before they harmed her.

Aragon considered pulling Maggie’s hair, but knew it wouldn’t help at all. It would also make Bessie angry, and that wasn’t something the first queen wanted to deal with right now. So, she had no other choice but to stay calm.

“Maggie,” She called out, “Maggie, let go. You’re hurting me.”

Maggie doesn’t respond. She isn’t even looking at Aragon, rather the floor with eyes too wide and too glazed over. It was like she was in a trance.

It was like she had rabies.

Aragon took a deep breath, trying to ignore the pain that kept flaring through her hand. She released the grip on her wrist and inched closer, as the current position they were both in was a little awkward because of the distance. Maggie allows it and they’re soon facing each other, with Maggie having her knees to her chest and Aragon not really caring about where her legs went because her hand was in a kid’s mouth and that’s the only thing that mattered right now.

“Maggie,” Aragon tried again, “Maggie, please let go. That hurts. That really hurts, Maggie.”

Nothing.

Pulling Maggie’s hair is back on the table, but as Aragon looks into Maggie’s eyes, she realizes the poor thing is just terrified. She was so caught up in being bitten that she hadn’t even realized how badly the girl was shaking or that she was making little whimpering noises every few seconds.

“Maggie,” Aragon said, but this time her tone is much more tender and warm. It makes Maggie finally look up a little, “Can you hear me, love?”

Maggie nods a little.

“Good. That’s good.” Aragon said, “Alright...do you think you can let go? Please?”

Maggie doesn’t respond. Her eyes flick down again. Aragon follows her gaze and realizes she’s looking at her own hand, which is bloody and bruised. The queen’s heart aches for the girl.

“Oh, love...”

She felt hot tears drip down onto her hand. Maggie screws her eyes shut, a gargled whine worming out from her throat. Just looking at her like this makes Aragon feels bad for being angry at her.

“Alright, Maggie,” Aragon said, “I just want to help you. Can I do that? Is that okay?”

Maggie hesitated and then nodded.

Aragon thinks for a moment and then extends her other hand. Maggie flinches away a little, but then pressed her head into Aragon’s palm like she was a cat seeking affection. Gently, Aragon threads her fingers through the girl’s hair, hoping the action would bring her enough comfort to calm down.

It seemed to be working. The grip on Aragon’s hand was starting to loosen little by little until the queen was able to pull herself free.

Such a jerky, sudden movement was very stupid.

Maggie bit down hard and Aragon couldn’t stop herself from crying out in pain. The fingers tangled in the girl’s hair tugged, only making it worse because that made Maggie even more frightened.

Aragon’s skin finally breaks open and blood starts to drizzle free. She watches as thin red trails drool down her flesh, and yet Maggie is still latched on like a leach. There’s visible nausea in her eyes, but she isn’t letting go.

“Maggie-” Aragon grunted, her voice pitching a little when teeth grind deeper into open flesh. “Maggie, please. You need to let go of me.”

Maggie doesn’t hear her. Or maybe she ignores her. Either way, she doesn’t listen.

Aragon was sure her thumb was going to come off if she didn’t do something quickly. She started going over ideas in her mind and they all came down to one thing.

Hurt the girl.

It would work, but Aragon refused to bring harm to this poor child who was only scared. If it were Parr biting her, she would have never thought about something like that.

Looks like she had no other choice, then.

“You’ve got me down on my knees

Please tell me what you think I’ve done wrong.”

Maggie’s eyes snapped up. She was now staring at Aragon expectantly.

“Been humble, been loyal, I’ve tried

To swallow my pride all along.”

All at once, the eagerness to be sung to drains from Maggie. There’s deep shame and guilt in her eyes from the lyrics that hit way close too home with the current situation they’re both in.

“If you can just explain

A single thing I’ve done to cause you pain, I’ll go.”

Maggie whimpers as tears start to flow from her eyes at a quicker pace. Her shoulders shake with the intensity of her sobs. She finally becomes aware of the blood flowing down her throat.

“...No?” Aragon whispers.

Maggie’s mouth snaps open only because she had to run to one of the stalls to vomit.

Aragon immediately pulls her hand back to her, cradling it against her chest. She grabs some paper towels to wipe away the blood (which there is an alarming amount of). Then, she looks to the stall Maggie disappeared into and frowned. The sound of the girl’s sobbing and wailing practically rattled the entire bathroom.

Slowly, Aragon stands up. She washes her hand off first and winces at how deep the marks in her flesh were, but decided to ignore them for now. She had a guitarist to tend to.

Maggie was huddled over the toilet, coughing violently. Aragon peeked in just in time to watch as she shoved her fingers down her throat and she immediately leapt into action.

“Woah, hey!”

Aragon grabbed both wrists, causing the girl to spasm like she was being electrocuted. She whined sharply, struggling but ultimately way too weak to break free from the queen. She hunches down, almost cowering beneath Aragon.

“Shh, shh,” Aragon whispered, “Deep breaths, love. It’s alright.”

Maggie grits her teeth and jerked backwards. Her spine hit the toilet with a painful-sounding thud and Aragon has to tighten her grip to keep the kid from harming herself further.

“Stop!” Maggie shrieked, “Stop!!”

“I’m trying to help you!” Aragon snapped, accidentally raising her voice. “So just calm d-”

“Let go!” Maggie cried, even louder, “Let go, please, let go!” She wildly whips her head around in every direction, kicking out her legs, but missing each time.

Aragon has no idea what she’s freaking out about until she looks down and sees the red oozing out from under her hand. She splays open her fingers a little and sees multiple bruises and bite marks she had been squeezing in what could have only felt like an iron grip to Maggie. Guilt pangs her heart.

“Oh, honey...” She murmured, but mainly because the sight broke her heart. She couldn’t believe she had never noticed this before.

Maggie rips her hands away, scrambling backwards against the wall. She takes a few heaving breaths, but it doesn’t stop her oncoming panic attack. Her wide eyes dart everywhere until they land on Aragon’s hand. The bruise could already be seen, despite the queen’s darker skin tone.

“Love, I’m okay,” Aragon said quickly, “You need to get washed up, th-”

She’s cut off by Maggie leaping to her feet. The girl apologizes rapidly, even cursing herself a few times, before fleeing. Aragon yells after her, but she could only watch the girl sprint out like a frightened deer.

Aragon wasn’t quite sure where Maggie went after she ran out, but she liked to think Bessie and her family comforted her. However, she did know that Maggie didn’t forget what happened between them.

It’s been two weeks and Maggie is still refusing to make eye contact. She flees by any means possible every time Aragon gets near and pretends to not hear or just ignores anything the Spanish queen says to her.

Aragon’s bruise is starting to heal, but more are just appearing on Maggie.

#I had to get my brother to sit down with me on the floor and test out positions #so that was an experience #anyway!#this one was fun #poor mags #aragon needs to learn how to comfort children #children that arent kitty and parr #six the musical fanfic #six fanfiction #six ff #six the musical #maggie on the guitar #catherine of aragon #add!maggie

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limes-and-lemstims · 7 years

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[Image description: 15 “bendy worm” fidgets in an assortment of colors on a gray background. They have a round top and bottom shaped like half of a pill. There is a line of plastic going down the center with thin circles jutting out, some what like a rib cage.]

These are fidgets made by the fidgety flower on etsy. They come in lots of colors, including solid and translucent colors, and are 3d printed. Made of a sturdy and flexible material, they should last a long time, but could probably be cracked if bent far enough. They are 4 inches long and half of an inch wide, perfect to fit in your pocket. These seem like a good tactile stim toy for those who want something discreet and small.

Edit: I forgot to add shipping and price details, sorry. They are 4 USD, and ship to The United States, Canada and The Netherlands.

#stim #stim toy #tactile stim #fidget stim

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mechagalaxy · 6 years

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No Hate Required

When your pilot licence is upgraded, it happens every few levels, you gain the ability to stabilize the wormholes for longer transit. What that translates to is a greater maximum number of hulls you can transport through a single gate passage, you get the benefit of brining an extra machine through on every attack, and the cost of having to deal with a newbie pilot.

We were loading up for another wasted day looking for pirates. I needed to get through Yomi Reefs to find the bastard behind the escalating pirate activity in Metaportal. There had been no raid, which means the “usual drill” was not on. Experience taught me that meant something worse. We were on the lookout to find our what.

Gearing up, the new dude was running the Orcus. We sidelined the brute when we got the Ogguns because while he fires fast and hits hard, he doesn’t hit all that frequently without a cockpit augmentation yet. The newbies always turn out to be “gear whores” or try to impress everyone with how badass they are by bringing every piece of optional gear they gained access to once they got out of basic. We were going pirate hunting, a long brutal slog in the back end of nowhere, living in our cockpits, and ever square inch you can save is stretching/sleeping room. Plus less crap bouncing off you when you thunder in.

If you find a big pirate, expect to thunder in more than once before its over.

I stopped him when I saw him loading up the crates of Hatorade, Large Hatorade, and your ever popular “Political Discussion” Superhate. Newbies. They won’t listen, don’t want to learn, and we are not supposed to shoot them. I looked it up, there is paperwork, lectures, anger management classes, the whole deal. Really not supposed to just shoot them.

I was feeling tired, and I haven’t even started yet. I wandered over, and broke the news.

“Kid, don’t take the hate. You don’t need hate for pirates. Just grab some stims and you will be fine”

He argued. Why do they always argue? I hate anger management classes. I fingered my sidearm, and my thumb caressed the fire selector. A 20mm Ice Bear round right through the gut would be such a good way to end his yakking. I really do hate the anger management classes though. With I deep sigh, I shook my head as he ranted and raved about how studies proved you can’t keep aggression going even in war without adding hatorade. In war no kidding, once I shoot you to doll rags, I will totally swap lies and beers while the recovery teams work. Nothing personal. Pirates, its personal. I don’t need hate, I just need enough stim to keep my eyes open. If I see one, they die. Screaming, silent, begging, running, I just don’t care. I don’t need hate, I need an excuse. We ALL get there.

Pirates. The only thing I hate worse than newbies.

We hit Pirate Moon. The newbie had heard stories because everybody starts here. The fresh meat sees the wanabees. The hanger’s on, the ones who are running errands, feeding off the scraps of the real pirates trying to earn a place in Kilgours crew. Once you have hit him a few times, he starts taking an interest in you, and starts sending some of his full patch crew.

Things get real when the full patch pirates start showing up. Machines that have some levels to them, guns with some kick. You see a Red Ant and laugh, drop a Large Fury on him for thirty warheads of fun, then see it stride out the other side trailing smoke, still blood red with the armour he’s got left, and the little bugger drives a Flavian Spear through you long ways.

He’s no joke anymore. The Newbie though, can’t tell him. He knows it all. Back rank you can hear him yakking. Talking about hoe we need to let him up front to show his stuff. Newsflash, that Pirate Cindron just ignited my wingman and the splash shut me down. I am punching out before he burns me out. Laughing boy in the back is going to get to find out the truth.

Kid fought pretty good. Hit the Cindron right in an existing wound. Had he lived to do it four more times, he would have killed it. Instead he forgot his training and rode his mecha down while it was on fire. His Jungle Warfare gear caught fire and we had to treat him for smoke inhalation. Jungle Warfare gear. What a joke, you strip to your underwear on Jungle Moon or the Snavurm slime will get into your clothes and you will smell that way forever. Dump your underwear in the burn bin and powerwash your mecha buck naked to get the smell off both of you. Jungle warfare gear. Who worries about that crap but newbies.

We got back to base, but the pirates had hit it while we were repairing. The tactical computers had been hacked, but our WORM (write once, read many) disks rebooted them OK, but the viruses corrupted everything else they could reach. Our stores were stripped, what they didn’t take they wrecked. Love those guys, it’s the little things that make you love pirate hunting.

The newbie took a look at his tent, they had used it as a latrine. He seemed pretty upset. He stalked off to the field fridge and muttered “I need a beer”

The scream let us know when he realized they replaced all the booze with “near beer” .05% with a note that says when we learn to fight we get real drinks. He seemed really upset. He worked for about twenty minutes to clean up his tent before he gave up and lit it on fire. He went over to the main computer to sulk, then he screamed again. I looked over his shoulder and saw I AM’s shining face or icon, telling him meat sacks like him didn’t need to reproduce. The future is machine!

The rest of us started laughing as he shot his terminal with his laser pistol until it was smoking slag.

“Did the bad pirates take your porn too?” He nodded, tears in his eyes.

I listed their crimes. “Took your porn, took your beer, crapped in your bed. Do you still need those crates of Hatorades, or do you want to use those lockers for safe booze storage? I think if we can pour enough stims in you to keep you awake, that you have more than enough hate all on your own”

The newbie climbed back in his cockpit, tossed out the hate, superhate, large hate. We solemnly handed him up rum, gin, whiskey. The red rage in his eyes and white lipped snarl on his face let us all know there was soon to be one less newbie in the world, and one more hard core pirate hunter.

“I really hate those guys!” He whispered into the platoon frequency.

“Welcome to the club kid” I don’t know who spoke, but they spoke for us all. We all hate those guys

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