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pixiemage · 2 years

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Through a Crack in the Void

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[In which Xisuma finds more questions than answers, Mumbo is worried, and Grian sleeps through it all.]

{This story can also be found on Archive of our Own}

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While the sounds of other Hermits began to fade away behind him, Mumbo held his friend close to his chest and rubbed a comforting hand up and down Grian’s back. At one point he had gotten a bit close to the joints of Grian’s wings, and the resulting tension and sharp intake of breath was enough to keep Mumbo’s hand from straying any closer. From the twitching of pearlescent feathers, he could only assume Grian was in some kind of pain, though Mumbo couldn’t fathom what might have caused that without asking Grian himself - and since Grian looked like he’d been through the wringer Mumbo figured he could wait to ask him anything until things had calmed down a bit.

Grian hadn’t said much yet of his own accord either. He had mumbled something about “It’s a long story” and “I’ll tell you later”, but that had been about it thus far. Between what looked like burns on Grian’s face, his potentially injured wings, his clear exhaustion and the state of his clothes - strange purple clothes that didn’t seem like the kind of thing Grian would normally wear - Mumbo couldn’t help but assume that it wouldn’t be a very pleasant story when Grian finally opened up to him about it.

His shorter friend was also practically in his lap at this point. It hadn’t escaped Mumbo’s notice that he was pretty much the only thing keeping Grian upright at the moment, so he wasn’t about to complain. But it did mean that Mumbo was pinned where he sat unless Grian chose to get up or someone else helped him do so.

Mumbo had been sitting in the sand with Grian in his arms for a few solid minutes by now, awaiting Xisuma’s return, when he registered just how quiet and still Grian had been for the past minute or so.

“Grian? Mate?” He murmured his friend’s name quietly, waiting for some kind of answer, but when he received none he sighed. He craned his neck to try and glance over his shoulder. “Hey - X? You nearby?”

“Hm…?” Footsteps approached from behind him and Xisuma’s armor-clad legs came into view. “How can I help, my friend?”

“Ah - I think he’s fallen asleep,” Mumbo admitted, squinting against the afternoon sun to smile sheepishly at the admin. “I reckon he’s been through the wringer recently.”

“I’d come to a similar conclusion myself,” Xisuma hummed thoughtfully, crouching near the pair and leaning forward to get a better look at Grian’s wings without touching. “I’ve just received a bit of a recap on what I missed prior to my arrival. Scar said your friend seemed anxious from the moment he and Iskall stepped through the portal, and that the growing crowd seemed to exacerbate things, but he made no move to fly out of range. So either he was too panicked to do so, or…”

“…or he couldn’t,” Mumbo finished, a grimace appearing on his face. “I’m thinking it’s the latter. I almost touched one of his wings a bit ago, and he reacted like it was going to hurt him.”

“Hmm.” Beneath the visor of his helmet, Mumbo saw the admin’s brow pull into a frown. “Nobody has a base yet. There isn’t anywhere we can bring him to just yet, and I hesitate to bring him through the portal to the previous season in case the trip agitates any injuries he might have.”

“He - I mean he can stay with me,” Mumbo blurted out. “Once I build up a starter base, that is.”

“Scar?” Xisuma called out, and Mumbo heard footsteps approaching from behind.

“What’s up Xisuma?”

“Where are you settling down this season?”

“Oh!” Scar came into view, and Mumbo caught his bright smile out of the corner of his eye. “I’ve got my eye on Pirate Island.”

“That’s not too far from the Futuristic District,” Xisuma mused, and Mumbo began to see where X was going with this train of thought. “If I teleport you along with us, would you be able to help us set up a starter base for Mumbo? He’s keeping an eye on our new friend while he’s recovering, and I’d rather get him somewhere safe before nightfall.”

“Yeah, o’ course! I’d be happy to!” Mumbo saw him give Grian an inquisitive look, his curiosity palpable, but thankfully he didn’t pester about the avian directly. Scar may have had a horrible poker face sometimes but at least he had tact. “…d’you want me to start gathering resources before we go, or–”

“No need.” Xisuma got to his feet, brushing sand from his knees and reaching out into the air, pulling up a holographic admin panel. “I don’t exploit my administrative abilities too often, but I figure summoning in some building supplies might make this a little easier.”

Mumbo gaped up at him, spluttering out half-formed protests before he finally managed to compile them into sentences.

“Nono, wait - X, you don’t have to do that,” he shook his head, frowning up at the admin. “Truly. You already have to teleport four people to my starter island as it is, and we jumped servers today. I can just help Scar collect materials. It’s for my starter base, after all–”

“I appreciate the sentiment, my friend,” Xisuma chuckled, “but don’t fret over it too much. Supplying something as simple as wood and a few beds to ensure our guest is well taken care of isn’t going to wear me out.”

“I was gonna keep it modest anyway,” Scar added with a smile and a shrug. “It’s only a starter base, right? It won’t take that much to make it!”

…and Mumbo couldn’t really argue with that, could he? Building was the one thing Scar knew better than anything else in the world. He sighed, shifting Grian slightly in his grip, and he stilled when he heard a quiet noise leave the sleeping player. It wasn’t one of pain exactly, but he would definitely classify it as one of discomfort, and Xisuma pulled his eyes away from the admin panel to exchange a worried look with Mumbo.

“...I’ll get us to the island,” he murmured softly. “Then I’ll see if I can take a look at him while you both work on a shelter. Alright?”

“Yeah,” Mumbo agreed on a breath. “Yeah. Alright. Thank you.”

The admin nodded, then with a few practiced hand motions across the admin panel, the four of them vanished without a sound.

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Grian’s player code was unlike any Xisuma had ever seen. Large chunks were familiar, of course, as all player coding was built up from the same groundwork. The lists of former servers, the traits of hybridity (or lack thereof), current health status and hunger level and XP level and inventory contents and on and on and on. But while Xisuma could scroll through the average player’s coding with practiced efficiency, muscle memory bringing him to exactly the right line of code more often than not, Grian’s coding text was a disjointed and semi-incomprehensible amalgamation of common and galactic, the galactic - more often than not - showing up as a distorted and corrupted mess of letters that would take a long time to decipher. The admin pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes and sighing against the oncoming headache he could feel building. His helmet sat off to the side on a spare spruce log he had summoned there temporarily, his admin panel expanded before him and illuminating his chosen spot as well as the bed that had been placed beside him. Running a hand through his hair, Xisuma cast a troubled look toward said bed and the still-unconscious avian who was asleep upon it. Grian was lying on his front with his wings neatly folded against his back, his face turned toward Xisuma and a blanket pulled up to a point just below the joints of his wings.

Not long after arriving on the small island Mumbo had chosen for his starter base, Xisuma had summoned a few stacks of blocks for Scar to begin building with and had set about laying out a foundation alongside him, its placement loosely guided by Mumbo’s instruction. It was only once the first room was partially complete and a bed had been laid down that both X and Scar had hurried over to help move Grian off of Mumbo’s lap. Between the three of them, they were able to migrate Grian to the new bed without waking him, Mumbo taking it upon himself to carefully arrange Grian’s wings in a way that wouldn’t become uncomfortable for him in the long run. The moment they were done, Xisuma had pulled up a seat at the avian’s side and the other two had dashed off to complete some semblance of a house before the sun had a chance to set.

Now, with the muffled sound of blocks being placed reaching Xisuma’s ears from somewhere overhead, the admin took a moment to eye the newest addition to the server (temporary or otherwise) with a heavy dose of concern. Even though it had been hard to distinguish certain aspects of Grian’s code - a massive mystery to be sure, but not the most pressing matter at the moment - Xisuma had managed to track down his health status fairly easily amidst the chaos. Scar hadn’t been wrong about his initial assumption that Grian was injured. Some of his injuries were minor, of course. A few scuffs and scrapes, exhausted muscles, a bruise here and there. Wondering what had caused them was a concern without a doubt, but healing them would be simple.

But there were others.

The burns on his face were odd. It wasn’t a sunburn, even if it looked it from a certain angle. Bright, angry red discoloration blotched across his cheeks, his forehead, his nose. It created a shape that was far too distinct to be accidental, an oval-escque outline that traced the very edge of Grian’s hairline and trailed down around both temples. The burn gave off residual magical energy, and if Xisuma didn’t know any better he would have immediately pegged it as void magic. He was more than familiar with that sort of thing, and he was more than a little inclined to still follow that assumption, but jumping to conclusions without speaking to Grian first would get him nowhere.

One of his wings, too, had a similar burn, though Xisuma wouldn’t have been able to spot that one if it hadn’t appeared in Grian’s code. It was buried beneath unkempt feathers, the skin warmer to the touch than it should have been, and it, too, gave off a similar energy to the burns on Grian’s face. Similar, but not identical. Void-based, again, was his first assumption.

And then there was the entire right side of his body, patches of his shoulder and arm and torso and face (some of which X could see, some of which he only knew was there because of Grian’s code) that had a distinct pattern of light burning that Xisuma identified immediately. Tiny galactic symbols appeared here and there across the burn marks, clear signs of somebody forcing their way past a server wall that had been meant to keep unfamiliar players out. Burns like those hurt, were meant to hurt to dissuade hackers and intruders, and yet here Grian sat with massive patchworks of them woven across his skin. The worst of them covered the palms of his hands, and Xisuma reached over to gently lift the avian’s wrist to examine his injury in the warm light of the temporary bedroom. A frown tugged at the corner of his mouth. Only someone who was truly desperate would withstand that kind of pain to bypass a closed server wall.

Footsteps and the opening of a door alerted Xisuma to someone approaching, and he looked over his shoulder to see Mumbo ducking his head into the room. He looked a little unkempt, his suit jacket missing and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Clearly he had been hard at work. The redstoner’s eyes darted between Xisuma and Grian for a moment, lingering longer on the latter than on the former.

“How…how is he?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

“I imagine he’s been better,” Xisuma sighed softly. He summoned a second chair at Grian’s bedside and gestured for Mumbo to sit. “He has quite a few burns that will need treatment, some of which he gained when he bypassed Hermitcraft’s border. Various bruises, minor surface injuries…potions can take care of those. But this–” He stood, reaching out to carefully lift Grian’s closest wing with gentle movements. Grian scrunched up his face in his sleep, a sign of his mild discomfort, but he didn’t wake. Xisuma shifted the limb until the underside of the wing was visible to Mumbo, a patch of the feathers noticeably darker than the white and purple ones around them, a dark reddish-brown that had Mumbo gasping sharply and going a bit pale.

“Oh my word,” he breathed, making an aborted movement with his hand as though he wanted to reach out.

“Mmm.” Xisuma hummed in agreement. He carefully tucked Grian’s wing back against his body and stepped back, dragging a hand down his face. “It’s…well. It isn’t the worst injury I’ve seen, but it needs attention and I don’t know enough about avian anatomy to even attempt medical treatment. At the very least I can treat the burns, and his leg, but–”

“What happened to his leg?” Mambo blurted out, looking as though he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

The question added another layer to the tension behind Xisuma’s eyes and he took a slow breath. He reached forward for a second time, this time leaning across the bed and tugging back the blanket covering Grian’s other leg. The cuff of his pants was already rucked up to reveal a canvas of mottled purple and green bruising around his ankle, half-healed lacerations leaving marks up and down the bottom half of his calf.

“Void…” Mumbo pressed a fist to his mouth, looking ill. “That’s - that’s not fresh, is it?”

“Unfortunately, no.” With the flick of a wrist, the blanket was back where it belonged, and Xisuma sank back into his chair with the air of a man who was at a loss for answers. “I’ve already asked Stress to come meet us here, but I imagine I may need to reach out to False as well. I’m unsure how knowledgeable Stress is in regards to wing anatomy.”

“Good plan,” Mumbo agreed hoarsely, pulling his eyes away from Grian. He swallowed, shaking himself slightly. “D’you know when she’ll be here?”

“Soon I imagine.” With a brief glance toward his admin panel to check the time, Xisuma nodded to himself. “Yeah…soon. She’s a bit far - she and Iskall have set themselves up in that ice biome to the south - but I messaged her not long after we moved your friend indoors. I’m planning on summoning in the potions and supplies she’ll need, so she volunteered to boat here herself to save me the trouble of teleporting her over.”

A knock at the door drew both Hermits’ attention, and this time when Xisuma looked over his shoulder it was Scar who was ducking his head through the door.

“Hey there Xisuma!” he said brightly. “Hi Mumbo! I thought I’d find you here.”

“Afternoon my friend,” X greeted him with a tired smile. “How goes the building?”

“It’s goin’ amazin’! I’d normally do a bit more detailing, but I figured that function over form was a little more important for right now.”

“Scar, it was already fantastic before I came inside,” Mumbo informed him in fond exasperation. “It’s already leaps and bounds better than my starter base was going to be. I was going to settle for a compact tree house before Grian came along.”

“There’s nothing wrong with appreciating aesthetics!” Scar defended himself. “I’ve got a reputation to uphold, Mr. Jumbo, and I intend to live up to it!”

“Alright, alright!” Mumbo held up his hands in surrender. “I never said you couldn’t add detail, just that you didn’t need to.” There was a pause, and he smiled softly. “Thank you though. For your help. I couldn’t’ve built anything this complete this quickly without you.”

“Nah, you don’t have to thank me for that,” Scar waved it off with a smile of his own. “I’m just helpin’ a friend.”

A beep sounded from Xisuma’s communicator, and he pulled it from his inventory to read the message.

“Stress is close,” he told them both, rising from his chair. “I’m going to flag her down and fill her in. Keep an eye on our guest for me, would you?”

He was out of the room before either Mumbo or Scar could answer, but he didn’t really need one. From what he had seen thus far, Mumbo was already worried for Grian’s wellbeing, and Scar was one of the most caring people on the server. Their newest resident avian would be in good hands for the brief span of time Xisuma would be out of the room.

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“Mind holdin’ this for me, love?”

“Oh, of course!” Scar took the open bottle of fire resistance potion from Stress, holding it carefully while the other player gently dabbed a potion-soaked cloth against the harsh red burns all along Grian’s shoulder and arm.

They had carefully removed the purple tunic Grian had been wearing not long after Stress arrived, leaving him uncovered from the waist up so she could better treat his wounds. She had already applied healing potions and bandage wraps to the avian’s ankle, and his bloodied feathers had been carefully cleaned in the area around the wound. Stress had also shot out a message to False to ask if there was anything she needed to be mindful of when handling a wing injury, and seeing as the other avian hadn’t responded just yet Stress had taken it upon herself to focus on the burns she could treat without fully disrobing Grian.

She was still a stranger to him, after all. The rest of his burns would need to be seen to eventually as well but they weren’t serious enough to warrant emergency treatment. She would ask Grian for permission to help him once he was awake again.

“...is that galactic?” Scar asked, squinting from where he was standing across the bed to try and make out the odd pattern on the side and back of Grian’s shoulder.

“Mhm.” Stress winced, glancing up at him briefly. “Yeah, that’s what Xisuma said. ‘S what happens when someone forces past a server wall they’re not meant to get through. X finks Mumbo’s friend must’ve been real desperate to try an’ bust through like ‘e did.”

“Oh gosh…” Scar frowned, worry crawling up his chest. He was beginning to see why both X and Mumbo had looked so concerned when he had come in earlier. Neither were in the room at the moment, Xisuma having pulled Mumbo out into the main part of the little starter base so he didn’t have to stare at his injured friend while Stress tended to his injuries. “D’you think he was running from someone?”

“Something, more like,” Stress agreed. She held a hand out for the fire resistance potion and Scar handed it over so she could resoak the cloth she’d been using. Then she handed it back with a sigh. “Now - I know we don’ ask questions, and that everyone’s allowed their secrets on the server, but I can’t help worryin’. Poor love’s been through a right mess I’d bet. Lord, the tension in ‘is back alone tells me he’d been stressin’ for a long long while before he showed up here.”

“Lucky he ended up on Hermitcraft then.” Scar’s smile was strained but genuine, one he shared with Stress when she looked up at him. “He could’ve ended up anywhere. There are some pretty awful servers out there, but he managed to get into one with people who’ll actually help him out. Plus what are the odds that he ended up on the same server as someone he’s friends with?”

“Astronomical,” Stress told him sagely, an exaggerated depth to the word that had Scar snorting out quiet laughter.

“Definitely astronomical,” Scar agreed, grinning. He tossed a look toward the closed door, thoughtful. “D’you think Mumbo has any idea what happened to Grian?”

“I dunno…” With careful hands, Stress brushed some of Grian’s hair out of his face so she could reach the burns there. Grian winced in his sleep, his face screwed up in mild discomfort and a quiet whimper leaving him. “I know love, I know–” Stress murmured quiet reassurances, and once the soothing aid of fire resistance met his skin, Grian settled again with a content sigh. To Scar, she said, “I don’t fink Mumbo knows much more ‘n us, honestly. You saw ‘im at spawn. He was completely thrown by his friend even bein’ there. I think he wants answers even more ‘n we do.” Scar nodded, watching Grian bury his face more deeply into his pillow. Stress huffed and shook her head. “S’ppose I’ll have to wait to finish treating his face ‘til he wakes up. A bit hard to put potions on a burn when it’s covered wif’ a pillow.”

A quiet ping drew both of their attention and Stress leaned over toward the bedside table, reading the message that was lighting up her screen.

“Is it False?” Scar asked, and Stress nodded.

“Mhm. She’s comin’ our way to help. Says it’s a bit hard to explain unless she can see his wings in person.”

“...should I let Xisuma know?” Scar took a step toward the door, but Stress shook her head.

“Nah, I already messaged ‘im,” she said with a smile. “Besides–” She came around the bed to take the fire resistance potion from Scar’s hands, “–I think we should leave Xisuma and Mumbo be for a bit longer. Xisuma’s doing that whole Dadmin thing he does, an’ I reckon Mumbo needs it at the moment. Poor man looked frazzled when I got here. Let X work his magic, yeah?”

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[A/N: Seeing as this is my first time writing - like - most of these characters, I only hope I'm keeping them in character. I've gotta say, it's kinda hard to write Scar when he's not in the midst of shenanigans lol...but I think I'm learning. ^^]

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pixy-stix-art · 2 years

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THE CHASE

This is the story I was hinting at. I promised this a long time ago, I have no idea if anyone is even interested in this story anymore or with all the new people they have any idea who or what this it but- here’s some angsty lore

I also haven’t written in months so please don’t judge lol

@mysticalblue09

Warnings: blood, injury, fear, being hunted, angst

Pixie was having some trouble, they didn’t know what was up with Blue. She had been acting weird all week. Blue mostly stayed locked up in her room and avoided Pixie at all costs. Which was very weird because Blue would normally drag Pixie to the nest every night to sleep. But Pixie hadn’t even seen Blue in days. They where worried about her.

See Pixie and Blue got along great, hell they where married. But Pixie had never seen Blue act so distant. Like she was hiding from them. And it scared then a bit. What if Blue regretted saving them? Or finally got sick of them? Everyone else in Pixies life had left them. So of course Pixie was scared Blue would do the same.

So Pixie decided enough was enough. They made some food and went up to the room Blue had been hiding in. They would figure out what was wrong. No matter what it was even if Blue said she never wanted to see Pixie again, they wanted a answer.

“Hey, can you let me in?” Pixie asked knocking on the door. There was no answer.

“You know I’ll pick the lock open, just open it. Please.” They begged. Still no answer.

Now Pixie was really worried. Was Blue ok? Did she get hurt? Or was she really sick? Blue had a habit of hiding her pain from Pixie. Pixie set the food down and picked the lock with some pins.

Slowly they opened the door. It was dark, the windows where covered with thick curtains. They stepped in looking for Blue. Pixie tripped over something. They looked down and saw it was broken wood, from the bed. As Pixie’s eyes adjusted to the darkness they realized everything was destroyed.

Pixie gasped looking around the room. The mattress was ripped to shreds and all furniture had been broken and thrown across the room. They had been hearing a lot of noise coming from in the room, but Pixie hadn’t imagined this. And they still didn’t see Blue.

“H-hello? Blue? Are you ok?” They called out now getting nervous. What had happened to cause Blue to do all this damage?

Pixie felt all the hair on their body stand up as they felt something behind them. They wiped around to see Blue crouched there. Even crouched over Blue was still a little taller. Pixie meet Blues eyes and they knew that Blue wasn’t in there. Blues normally calm red eyes now glowed a blood red.

“B-Blue?” Pixie stuttered as they backed away slowly to the door. Whatever was happening that wasn’t their wife right now.

Blue crept forward growling as Pixie backed away. Pixie had never felt threatened by Blue before. Even with the hight difference and Blues more predatory features. But now? Yeah Pixie was terrified.

Pixie saw that Blue was about to jump them, so before Blue could they ran. Pixie ran down the stairs and out of the cottage they lived in with Blue. Pixie could hear Blue running after them. They didn’t dare turn back to see.

Pixie ran into the woods because there was no where else to go. As Pixie ducked through the trees running they realized this was not a good place to get hunted. Pixie hadn’t lived in the woods for as long as Blue. So they had no idea where they where going, this was Blues territory now.

Pixie couldn’t stop though. There was no way they could fight Blue. And Pixie couldn’t out run Blue ether. They panted breathing heavy from all the running and adrenaline. The trees and thorns scraped their skin but they kept running.

Pixie couldn’t run much more they had to try and hid. But as Pixie was looking for a place to hide they forgot to look where they where running. Pixie cried out as they fell down a steep hill. Pixie rolled all the way down hitting their head on a rock. They laid there as the bottom stunned and out of breath.

As Pixie blinked open their eyes and they saw Blue creeping down the hill heading straight for them. Pixie groaned as they pushed themselves up. They stumbled away but Pixie was too dizzy to run. They fell back down watching as Blue came closer. Pixie didn’t know why Blue was hunting them, or what had happened. Because the Blue Pixie knew would never do this.

Pixie pushed themselves back up against a tree as Blue got even closer, she was at arms length now. Pixie felt tears run down their face feeling betrayed. Blue had saved them from their awful life and had been their only friend. Why Blue would suddenly attack them didn’t make any sense.

“Blue, p-please. Don’t do this! I don’t want to fight you.” Pixie begged. They couldn’t win a fight against Blue even when they played around. Pixie was hopelessly out matched.

Blue ether didn’t care or didn’t hear them, because the next thing Pixie knew was Blue was pouncing. Pixie screamed and threw up their arms to protect their face. Pixie cried out as a burning pain spread over their arm. Pixie tried to push Blue off but the taller was too strong. Blue pinned Pixie against the tree and bit into their shoulder. Pixie screamed in pain pushing more forcibly. Panicking Pixie scrambled and somehow kicked Blue off.

Pixie looked at their arm seeing three deep cuts wrapping around their arm. Blues claws has caused a lot of damage. They glanced at the bite on their shoulder that was dripping blood. It wasn’t as deep but it hurt. They held their arm close keeping pressure on the cuts trying to stop the bleeding. But there was already a lot of blood from both wounds.

Pixie looked back up at Blue meeting her eyes. And they had stopped glowing. Blue looked from Pixie to the blood on her hand and licking at the blood on her teeth. Blue seemed to put things together. Two terrified faces stared at the other. It seemed Blue and snapped out of whatever had taken over.

“Blue? Is that you?” They asked nervously.

“I- y-yeah…” Blue finally spoke.

“What happened?” Pixie asked still scared. They had just been chased into the middle of the woods. They couldn’t not be scared.

“It- you where supposed to stay away.” Blue said backing away.

“I hurt you…” She said looking at Pixies bleeding arm.

“It’s not that bad..” Pixie lied. They wanted to know what happened but Blue looked ready to run.

“No, I have to go. I-I can’t hurt you again.” And with that Blue turned and ran off into the woods.

“Blue!” Pixie screamed after her. But she was already gone.

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And that was part one! Mostly because I don’t want to make this too long and there will be another part soon I promise. And again I have no idea if anyone remembers the lore but- this is how c!Pixie got their scars. This takes place only a few months after Pixie escaped the cult they lived in. If you have questions about the lore please ask! I’d love to talk more about it!

To make up for the cliff hanger have some art-

The prospective is a little wonky but I don’t want to mess with it any more

#c!pixie #c!blue #pixie and blue lore #c!pixie lore #mcyt g/t community #pixie writes #pixies writing #this is long overdue

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pixiu-palindrome · 1 year

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All over again....

Again in the cold breeze

I step out to take a breath

I fill my lungs with the sweet air

My chest, it hurt, as I try it to be filled

This void, that I call heart

It's miserable, unacceptable,

But bitter as always the truth

So I slouch into my mattress

To suppress, my distress

My anger, my sorrow

Of the unknown tomorrow

With these thoughts in my mind

I cry the whole night

That's when the morning comes

And I woke myself

To go by with a day

Of acts of pretend play

All over again.....

#poemsbyme #pixie writes #original writing

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prokopetz · 1 year

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The real problem with the Manic Pixie Dream Girl getting tropified is that it's so strongly rooted in being a uncomfortable caricature of that one autistic girl you knew in high school that when people who actually are autistic write autobiography they get accused of Manic Pixie Dream Girling themselves.

#media #tropes #writing #manic pixie dream girl #neurodiversity #ableism #grumping

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pixiealamode · 1 year

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i'm actually a horrible horrible writer. Idk what happened, I was so much better when i was in college. Now it's line after line of action with dialogue. I have to re-teach myself how to write again.

#writing is hard #oh no she's writing again #pixie writes

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ghostbsuter · 5 months

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"Oh, fuck no." The door is slammed, unfortunately for him, the guy stuck his foot in the jamb and pushed it open again.

"C'mon luv!" Constantine smiles charmingly, not waiting for Danny and entering the apartment.

At least Batman, Nightwing and Spoiler had the patience to wait for him to invite them in. Sagging against the door, he beckoned them inside.

Despite the caution, Spoiler gleefully stepped in, looking around like a child in an amusement park— which might not be too far off.

His apartment is, with all its wards and enchantments, very magical inside than it is outside.

The planetary system of another world, used as light for the living room and for practice.

(Nightwing is careful with what he touches. He still remembers the hours they spent in Mumbo Jumbo's hat.)

Batman on the other hand is following Constantine and Danny to what he assumes to be the office, if the amount of magical stuff carelessly laying around means anything.

"Alright fucker, what are you doing here? And how did you even know I live in gotham?"

John had the audacity to look abashed, scratching the back of his head with a nervous chuckle.

"Something came up and you know Gotham doesn't like me. She is much more used to you and I wanted to introduce bats to you, in case of emergency."

The young adolence stares owlishly.

(How did Constantine expect him to act at the fact that he's trusting a magical situation into the hands of a stranger?

Batman isn't sure how good the boy even is!)

"That's incredible thoughtful of you Connie." Danny hums. "What did you lose for your sorry ass to come here?"

Spoiler snorts, petting a red salamander. "He didn't lose anything." She reassures with a wave, giving an exaggerated smile and raising her brows to show that she's finding it very amusing.

Constantine sputters.

"Ancient knows how Zatanna and Raven deal with him."

Nighteing perks up from the side where he'd looked over the books, some pixie fairies(?) fawning over him? "Raven? You know her?"

Danny suppresses another sigh.

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materassassino · 1 month

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The Old Guard Dæmon AU

Probably done before, but I wanted to write one myself, so I thought I'd make a guide to the Guard and their respective dæmons, to go with the fic I just posted for it.

Andy: Hwehnto (Przewalski's horse)

Yeah, a wolf or some other predator might fit, but let's face it, the supreme horse girl should have a horse for a dæmon. *h₂weh₁n̥to- is Proto-Indo-European for "wind", butchered into a modernly comprehensible Hwehnto/Hwento. He is a very serious and stoic dæmon, much like Andy, but his outbursts of emotion are striking. He is vicious in battle and will not hesitate to attack both human and dæmon, if necessary.

I did also consider a tarpan for Andy, but there is literally one photo in existence of one. I generally assume that actually it would be some European wild horse so old it doesn't exist anymore, and we've lost all modern knowledge of it. So Przewalski's horse will do.

Quynh: Minh Nhat (white-lipped pit viper)

Of course our viper would have a viper! Small, quick and venomous. He doesn't have a name yet because, frankly, I don't speak Vietnamese and I want him to have a cool name like most dæmons have. His name is Minh Nhat, which means "bright sunlight", in contrast with Quynh's name. More outgoing than most dæmons, will talk casually with other humans, and is prone to little acts of thievery (thimbles, small nuts, little trinkets), mostly out of delight with the object than any malice. Very tiny! Likes spending his time tucked up Quynh's sleeve. Will not hesitate to bite a human should the need arise, but tucks himself in Quynh's collar or scarf when in battle.

I was torn between this and a red-headed krait, but ultimately went to an actual viper (well, pit viper, close enough).

Joe: Tayyib (scimitar oryx)

(Oddly difficult to find a photo of one alone, with no radio collar, that hasn't been shot by some bastard trophy hunter).

Tayyib (named that way for obvious reasons and chosen by Joe's mother's dæmon) represents everything poetic and artistic about Joe, and is calm and wise. Dislikes fighting, but will if he must: watch out for those horns! Yes, he is a male dæmon, a rarity, another commonality Joe shares with Nicky. I wonder why? A very good listener who gives good advice.

I don't know why I decided on another ungulate for this hapless team (can they even go anywhere?), but I did. I figured a desert antelope of some kind would be good for Joe, and it was a toss-up between this and an addax. I admit I chose it just for the name.

Nicky: Bonamico (Luzon bleeding-heart dove)

Geographically, it doesn't make sense. Symbolically? I had to. Bonamico is quiet, contemplative and kind, barely speaks except to Nicky, Joe or Tayyib, but is always concerned for those about him. He is far more nervous than Nicky, but stores a lot of knowledge, a trait he does share with Nicky. His favourite place to perch, other than Nicky's shoulder, is between Tayyib's horns (although occasionally he likes to sit on Joe's head). He does the scouting for the group, as the only bird dæmon.

This bird is the entire reason I made this damn AU. It's just too perfect. Look at this Catholic-ass bird!

Booker: Amandine (black rat)

*wheezing* I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm not sorry.

Now, the problem with dæmons is that we have rat symbolism, which is of rats as dirty and sneaky, but we're also modern human beings that know perfectly well rats are cute, intelligent and affectionate creatures that make amazing pets. Amandine herself is mostly just shy and quiet, although she does like it when she gets the chance to roast Booker, but then again, who doesn't? She is their little reconnaissance expert, being sent in to buildings and small places to chew through wires and spy. She, unlike Booker, is always supremely well-groomed.

I did consider a ferret or stoat, something a little more noble, but I personally do love rats so much and so I wanted a positive rat dæmon, for once.

Nile: Dakarai (red wolf)

I wanted to give Nile something supremely American, but she was in the Marines, and soldiers of most kinds tend to have dog dæmons, so no stereotypical birds. But Nile is also smart and quick-thinking, and family-oriented, so the red wolf made sense to me. Dakarai is loyal and far more serious than his human, a bit more cynical. Having been trained in a modern Armed Force, post-Geneva Convention, he's never touched another human being and has exclusively fought other dæmons. He is, of course, a good tracker.

Someone had to have a canine in this group. Might as well be Nile!

Bonus (under the cut for cockroach reasons):

James Copley: Vindemiatrix (common raven)

The Odin symbolism of the knowledge-seeker raven, honestly. She perches in odd places, watches everything, and reports back. She is a secret-keeper and prone to keeping her own counsel, not interacting much with other dæmons. She, like Copley, misses his wife and her Pallas's cat dæmon something fierce.

Stephen Merrick: Unnamed (American cockroach)

Need I say more? He deserves it.

Dr Meta Kozak: Unnamed (hagfish)

A disgusting dæmon for a disgusting woman, who burrows into people's bodies and eats them from the inside out. She carries the horrid thing in a lightweight tank backpack, one of the many modern accomodations for people with water-dwelling dæmons.

Keane: Unnamed (Eastern black rhino)

A beautifully noble dæmon, unfortunately wasted on a bastard.

Lykon: Unnamed (melanistic leopard)

She was graceful, majestic and courteous, and absolutely breathtaking in battle. She would dispense affection to daemon and human alike, much like Lykon himself.

#the old guard #joenicky #andromache the scythian #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo di genova #nile freeman #sebastien le livre #quynh #daemon au #his dark materials #pixie writes #supplemental material

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maycat-19-142 · 2 years

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Suna rintarou wedding time stamps

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11:56-am- suna pacing back and forth trying to calm down. As atsumu is staring at him as osamu is trying to help him calm him down.

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12:47-am-Kita has now calmed suna down a bit but suna is still on the verge of having a breakdown. he is so nervous and so excited to marry you in less than 3 hours.

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1:00-pm-Suna is now sitting in front of the altar. He is now mostly calm. He looked out the window to see your bridesmaids taking photos.

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1:58-pm-You are now sitting outside after all the bridesmaids and groomsmen are out and waiting at the altar. you are so excited to see him after over 24 hours apart but so nervous to marry him.

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2:00-pm-You start walking down the aisle to see you husband to be. He is crying. Trying to keep a straight face. you are so happy to marry the love of you life.

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2:45-pm-You say your vows and he is full on crying. He cries harder when you say you I do's and your officially become suna y/n. Married to the love of your life suna rintarou.

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3:45-pm-You are sitting with suna holding hands under the table. while kita is making his best man speech. After that you eat and early dinner before you dance with your father and rin dances with his mother.

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6:00-pm- you are slow dancing with you husband after you dance with your father and after rintarou danced with his mother. his eyes glossy as you dance. you lifted your head to on level with his and kiss him.

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7:40-pm-You are partying with you friends and family. Atsumu is probably drunk. Osume is trying to help his twin. You and suna are dancing and talking about your future together.

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8:45-pm-Your now with your husband cuddling after the wedding and saying sweet nothings. His legs wrapped around your lower legs and you are holding his arms on your chest his face is in the nape of your neck.

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7:18-am- the next morning- you wake up the next morning to see your husband your husband hard to think you got married last night. You get up and rintarou grabs you arm "don't leave mrs.suna" you laugh and full back im to the bed and hear a small mumble "is that my shirt" and you knew yes that was rin's shirt.

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they started with a random things i sent @millenialfanfictionaddiction now they are full on time stamps. Have a good day and night.

Pixie out 🧚‍♀️

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thinking about spending a day at the beach with your bf jj and the rest of the pogues. ♡

18+. afab reader. no description of appearance. fluff/smut. use of ‘papa’ once, mentions of spanking. shy!kook!reader x dom!jj.

in between searching for the cross, evading the law, and intense fights with the kooks, a beach day was certainly a nice escape from an otherwise hectic lifestyle.

the sand is warm and pale beneath your knees as you sit in your cute little bikini beside jj’s damp body. he’s laid along a ratty old towel, littered with a few holes and fraying at the edges. beads of saltwater meld themselves within his tan skin from his previous surfing exertion, eager to soak up the sunlight with you now that he’s gotten his adrenaline fix. you had been searching for seashells and sea glass with kiara while the boys were out on the water. ending up with a good sized pouch by the time your boyfriend ran up to meet you on the shore, shaking out his soaking dirty blonde locks at you like a dog. squeals and joyful giggles left your lipgloss coated pout, strumming alongside the seagulls.

absentmindedly, you hum when your manicured nails sort through your small treasures, careful not to let them get lost in the never ending sand. it isn’t until you notice your boyfriend’s baritone voice humming alongside you that you burst into giggles. you meet his sea-foam blue eyes from where they peak out above his black sunglasses, frames falling to the bridge of his lightly freckled nose. one of your pearly teeth reach out to bite along your plush bottom lip, shyly taking in the handsome sight of jj laid beside you.

damp swim trunks hang low on his paler hips, golden happy trail leading you up to the toothpick balancing between his freshly licked lips. the pogue grins slyly in amusement, satisfaction at your sudden shyness running through his veins like the sweetest high. “c’mere, princess. up.” you don’t have time to check for the whereabouts of your friends before the large palm of jj’s hand crudely reaches underneath your thigh, skin burning as he leads you to straddle his torso. you briefly hear pope gagging and john b’s amused laughter behind you, but ultimately choose to ignore them when jj’s calloused fingertips reach out to play with the hem of your swimsuit, effectively distracting you. “‘gonna show me those pretty little rocks takin’ up all of your attention now?”

you nod with a soft smile, shyly avoiding jj’s heady gaze for a moment, unknowing to the way his expression softens incredibly at the sweetness emitting from you. floaty and radiant, like his own personal angel. his calloused thumbs rub soothing circles along your hips as he watches you begin to explain each piece of sea glass you chose, head feeling as if it were underwater still with how gorgeous you are. his ringed fingers faintly shake when he thinks about how undeserving he is for someone like you. an angel from figure eight. outer banks pride and joy. who used to send him a shy little wave at the boneyard, eyelashes fluttering when he would wave back, his split lip pulling up into a smirk at the dazed look that overtook you. the girl who now jumped onto the back of his bike in boarder-line scandalous mini skirts, sweet and powdery perfume clouding the pogue’s judgement for a second too long. until your freshly done nails would dig into his waist, melodic voice urging your pogue boyfriend to hurry up and drive. the overprotective housekeeper would attempt to chase after the two of you with a broom in her wrinkled hand, before being buried by the dust billowing beneath the bike’s spinning wheels every single time.

it isn’t until you hold up a few pieces of sea glass to the side of his face with a cheer of excitement that he tunes back in. “mm, what’s the squealing for, cupcake?”

“i found a piece that looks like your eyes. see!” you bend over to get a closer look at the comparison, completely unaware of the way your tits push up together near jj’s face. a shaky breath leaves your boyfriend’s bitten lips, his suddenly rosy cheeks startling you for a moment before you feel the noticeable shift of his hips beneath you. instead of gasping cutely and sitting up like jj expected you to, your moment of realization morphs into a sly expression.

and jj knew that look.

“don’t-“ you riskily pay no mind to your boyfriend’s warning tone, “innocently” slinking back along his body with a soprano sigh. your manicured nails rake over his abdomen on your path backwards, cupped heat just brushing past the now obvious tent in jj’s swim trunks-

instantly, the pogue manhandles you into place. you squeak at the firmness of his ringed grip, heart pumping with adrenaline when his sun kissed hands force your back against his warm chest in record speed. shark tooth necklace digging between your shoulder blades. your bum pushes against jj’s erection with a final maneuver- now out of sight, but still painfully hard against you.

“whoa. chill out, mike tyson-“ john b drunkly remarks with a surprised laugh before sipping on his nearly finished can of pbr, blissfully unaware of the previous situation. meanwhile, sarah smirks knowingly at the two of you from beside her aloof boyfriend, meeting your playful gaze with one of her own.

you’re about to suggest a game with a mischievous wiggle of your hips, clearly not learning your lesson- before jj’s long fingers cup your jaw from behind, gripping you in place. the blonde’s rosy lips press to your ear, his left hand intertwining with your own smaller one, voice low. “y’not going anywhere, duchess. need you to calm down and behave. unless you want me to spank you raw on this beach in front of our friends, hm?”

your breath hitches with surprise at the threat as you watch kiara and pope run back from the ocean dripping saltwater, jj’s words echoing in the now hollow structure of your head. “and if you’re good,” the blonde nods your head up and down for you like a ragdoll for good measure, smirk curling along his chapped lips with faux innocence gleaming from his eyes. he’s more than aware of the pressure building between your pretty legs, your glossy eyes looking up at him for guidance. not to mention the shivers that clatter down your spine at the idea of being put in your place for everyone on the beach to see. all he could do was harden at the thought. “papa’ will let ya show him which one of these rocks he can put on your pretty little finger soon, yeah?”.

the pogue waits for you to nod your own head ‘yes’ like a big girl before placing a kiss on the crown of your head. your shy expression stays hidden against his heart, a giddy smile drawing across your glossy lips as you think about your future with jj.

needless to say, you behaved for the rest of the afternoon.

#this is my first time writing for himmm sorry if it’s a bit ooc #jj maybank #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x reader fluff #jj maybank x reader smut #jj maybank fanfiction #dom!jj maybank #outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #pixie’s works * ੈ✩‧₊˚

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