I Just Wanted To Repost This On Here, Today Celebrates The Anniversary Of Me Getting My Bird Pika :)

Weird traffic around here

Maybe it’s a sign from the life series gods,

NEW LIFE SERIES IS COMING SOON AHHHGH GRIAN PLEASE ELABORATE I’M GOING CRAZY

Continuation of My fanfic

Ok ok I know I said that was the end buttt I couldn't help myself

We bought a little cottage on the side of the mountain. It’s good property, with quite   a bit of land and for a cheap price too. Jimmy picked up a hobby to plant flowers in every nook and cranny possible. Jimmy has made me promise to not hurt anyone ever again, at least, until the Red emeralds figure out I’ve killed their boss. I like to think that they’ve separated now that Ren’s gone. Jimmy and I are in a relationship now, and I’m thinking about proposing. I blushed at the thought of it. “Scott!” a voice called. “Help, I don’t know how to make food!” Chuckling, I ran towards the sound, to see Jimmy standing with a pan in his hand, its contents burnt. Taking the pan out of his hands I scraped the burnt things off it, “I think we’ll order takeout, it’s a bit late for me to cook now.” Jimmy’s face lightened. “Ok! But I’m ordering!” “Not If I can do it first.” I pulled out my phone, and saw a notification.  My eyes widened. Meet me at the HQ tonight.-Ren.

After checking that Jimmy was sound asleep, I walked out of bed, putting a dark cloak over my head. I get into the car and start driving on a road I never thought I would again. Upon arriving, I armed myself with a pistol in each hand, equipping it with silencers beforehand. If things get out of hand and I’ll have to start shooting, I would need to do it quietly. Preparing myself mentally, I took a deep breath, then headed towards the HQ. Walking cautiously, I looked for Ren, careful of any sudden attacks. Then I saw a dark swoosh of a cloak around the corner, I turned then saw myself head to head with my former boss. 

“How are you still alive?” I exclaimed, "You died, I saw you drop to the floor, your pulse-Your pulse was GONE, COMPLETELY GONE!” My voice cracked as my mind tried to comprehend what was happening. “I created a serum that can stop my pulse to a heartbeat per hour, I made you think I died, to let you leave me be. Then I used a wood block to stop your bullets from getting to me. I gotta say, That was a pretty good move you used on me. But, you can’t outsmart me.” 

“Huh. Like that marvel movie.”

“What Marvel movie?”

“Nevermind.” I raised my pistol. “I’m afraid I have to finish you off.” 

“Y’know, I thought you were smarter.” Ren muttered then he whistled.

“What?” I looked around in shock as a billion red dots appeared on me. I see at least 25 agents aiming their guns, the muzzles all pointing at me. Fingers on the trigger, ready to shoot. 

“Alright, here’s another deal. You surrender and you don’t have to die. You try to attack and I will call all of these people to pull the trigger. No one would know, no one would even notice you’re gone once I also get rid of your nice little boyfriend as well. What do you say?” Some of the lights flickered, and then I realised that, if these agents were under Ren’s control… “Do you guys really want to do this? To be controlled by a freak? A person that’s using you for his own greed? All you have to do is walk away, and leave, break your trackers and go away. People are dying in these missions!” Soon, the red spots started to fade, some pointing right on Ren’s little forehead. Ren’s smug smile started to disappear, “Now, now, let’s be civil about this! I’ll pay you extra, come on!” When he realised that no one was listening, his smile turned into a frown. “Well, I guess I’ll have to do it myself.” He pulled out his gun, then pulled the trigger. I rolled to the floor, dodging the shot. Suddenly I heard a round of bullets get shot towards me, I raised up a bit of debris, and deflected the shots. I got up and ran into the HQ, looking for somewhere to hide. Running into the vault, I find a rifle, and pick it up. I put the pistols neatly on the floor, putting the ammo in my backpack. I heard footsteps coming towards me, I brought my eye to the magnifier, ready to shoot. 

I don’t know why I awoke. But I felt a tingle on my neck as if I knew something was wrong. I turned around just to see Scott not in bed. The bedroom door was open and Scott’s favourite cloak was gone from the closet. I leaped out of bed and saw Scott’s phone on the nightstand, with a message still on the screen. It worried me. That absolute fool was heading towards someone who wanted to kill him and yet he’s charging head on. I had to help, no matter the circumstances. Somehow, somehow Ren survived that shot. We should’ve checked, we-we could’ve done SOMETHING that has prevented this. I got into a car and started driving to the coordinates that his boss left him. I armed myself with a gun and a tranquilliser before getting out. This is going to get messy.

“Where are you Scott? You can’t hide forever, I’ll find you eventually, come out and face me!” Ren’s booming voice echoed the hallways. The sound of his footsteps sounded bigger and bigger as he continued to try to find me. My heartbeat seemed to be 10x louder than it normally was. Soon enough, Ren entered the room, a gunshot was fired and I stood up, ready for a fight. Just to see Jimmy standing next to Ren’s dead body, his fingers trembling on the trigger. 

I ran towards Scott as he stood there in shock, his rifle clanking on to the floor as I embraced him. Tears ran down my face as I rested my head on Scott’s shoulders. He recovered and put his arms around me, we stood there for I don’t know how long. I just couldn’t get over the fact that I actually killed someone. I just avenged Tango and yet I just can’t shake the fact that I just commited murder. “Jimmy…I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before I left. I just didn’t want you to get in trouble again, I didn’t want you to die.” Scott’s voice cracked, his own eyes filled with tears. “But I’m glad that’s over now. We’re okay.” I pulled away from the hug. “I guess we have to dispose his body now.” I sniffled, before slapping Scott in the face. “Don’t do that again! You scared me half to death.” Scott rubbed his face, a smile emerged from his face, “Well, it depends if Ren comes back from the dead again.” 

“Don’t jinx it.” 

“Do I have to bury him?”

“We’ll have a funeral.”

“But it’ll cost too much!” Scott argued. 

“We can use the funds from the company to make one?”

“For once something smart comes out of your mouth.”

“Hey! I’m not an idiot here!” I said, as I elbowed him lightly. 

Scott chuckled, “Let us get on with it then.”

Mumbo's cosplay arc

I'm writing this one-shot, where In-ho cracks and burns everything to the ground, but I can't decide which is the greater potential for angst in this - In-ho coming clean about his identity and the inevitable fallout, or continuing to pretend to be Young-il, where Gi-hun would make him go home to his "wife" once they escape.

GET BACK IN THE CANVASSSS, NOWWWW!!!

I wanted something to do… so ddvau CG? Anyone?

DDVAU by: @kitsuneisi and @xmaruu11!!! GO CHECK IT OUT!!

Don't mistake my threat for bluff

You have lived more than enough.

Highschool AU Treebark? I guess???

Ren walks into the hall, admiring fans filling the air with compliments. Martyn scowls as he watches from his locker, knowing that none of these people have a chance with Ren, unlike him. Ren’s ‘fake’ smile bursts into a real one as he sees Martyn, face brightening up with joy. Martyn shares the reaction as he shoulders his bag and starts walking to Ren’s side. 

“Greetings, my hand, what brings thy beauty to my presence?” 

“My lord, I believe thy beauty is far more than mine,” he responded with a smile. 

Ren chuckles, “You flatter me,” He says, before turning to see more fans crowd the halls, smiling as he greets them. Martyn stares at the floor, Ren hasn’t made their relationship public yet, fearing his admirers might place threats on Martyn. Martyn thought that was really nice of him but...He wished the girls would leave him alone. Every time someone looked at Ren with those awe-filled eyes, flirting with him, asking to date him, Ren smiling and putting down their offer, always hurt Martyn in a way, always made him doubt their relationship. Could he be declining them because of me? Because he doesn’t wanna hurt my feelings?

 “-which is why I need your help, Martyn” Ren says, resting a hand on Martyn’s shoulder,  startling him out of his trance. 

“Huh-wha-sorry say that again?” Martyn stuttered, very conscious of Ren’s soft hand ever so close to his face. 

“I was just saying, I’ve finished my script for my new show, and I was just thinking, I know you are a great actor when it comes to it. Would you like to join me?” 

Martyn feels his jaw drop as his brain processes Ren’s offer. Closing it when he realises that it's open.  He finds himself unable to speak.  “I um.” Martyn stutters when he realises what exactly Ren is asking of him. “Are you sure you want me to act for you?”

Ren’s smile goes wider and Martyn feels his heart flutter at the sight. “You won’t be acting for me! You’ll be acting with me! C’mon dude, it’ll be so fun!” 

Martyn finally lets the dopamine settle in at the thought of acting along with the love of his life, and a grin spreads over his face. “Of course I’d love to.”

“I knew you’d say yes.” Ren says, chuckling along with his words. “I’ll send you the script to proofread over as normal. You can choose which guy is more to your liking to act.”

“Uhm yeah sure!” Martyn says as he stops in front of his class door. “Alrighty then, see you next period?”

“You bet my dude.” Ren responds as they fist bump. Ren then walks away backwards, blowing a kiss towards the other. Martyn feels his face flush, before miming to catch it and send it back. Ren chuckles and turns around, walking to his next class. Martyn sighs as he reluctantly pulls his eyes away from his boyfriend and enters the room.

WELCOME TO HERMIT-A-DAY MAY 2025!

Another year, another Hermit-a-Day May! I'm so thrilled to be able to bring this event to you all for the third year in a row.

THE RULES: 1. Any type of fanwork is welcome so long as it features, or is otherwise inspired by, the Hermit of the day. 2. Tag #hermitaday to have your fanwork reblogged, or submit it directly to the blog (Please note that while we recognize the value of fanworks involving more mature themes, and they can certainly count toward challenge completion if you're keeping track for yourself, content on this blog will be kept "PG-13" so that all may enjoy.). 3. Fanworks for one Hermit posted after the day rolls over to another Hermit's day (per the US Central time zone) will be reblogged in one big queue in June. 4. Traced or stolen work is NOT welcome. If we discover you have posted traced or stolen work, you will be given one chance to delete it and apologize, or you will be blacklisted from the blog. AI-generated/assisted pieces are similarly unwelcome and will not be featured on the blog. 5. We are not interested in seeing captions or tags in which you disparage your art/skills, and will not be reblogging posts where this happens. We're all improving all the time. Be kind to yourselves. 6. Technically not a rule, but we strongly recommend adding alt text or description to all images. Click here to learn more about writing alt text - it's pretty easy!

WHY SHOULD I PARTICIPATE? To show love to every Hermit, from the most to least subscribed, from those who have been on the server from day one to those who only joined this season! And because challenges are fun! And because we are once again out here for a good cause: we're running another fundraiser for Gamers Outreach, featuring art incentives by nine amazing artists. Learn more about our incentives in these posts:

MILESTONE REWARD POST

INDIVIDUAL REWARD POST

RAFFLE POST

WHO’S RUNNING THIS? Hi! My name is Luna! You can use ze/hir, she/her, he/him, or ro/ros/roseself pronouns for me. My main blog is @as-if-unreal. Helping me out this year is the incredible Mod Sky ( @skyspersonalhell ), who uses any pronouns!

BONUS DAY PROMPTS EXPLAINED UNDER THE CUT

FAVORITE "ALT" HERMIT - May 4th HoTGuY and Poultry-Man. Helsknight and Evil Xisuma. Renbob and - look, you get the idea. This server is full of theater kids ready to toss on an alternate skin and play into a brand new character at the drop of a hat. Who's your favorite?

OUTFIT SWAP - May 9th What would Doc look like in Cleo's Life Series leotard? How would Cub fare in Wels's armor? What laundry day mishap could lead Mumbo's suit to lose its sleeves like Skizz's? Only hilarity can come from this...

GROUPS AND COLLABS - May 14th This month is all about one Hermit a day... but what we really love is when they interact with each other. What does your favorite duo or group of Hermits get up to together?

FAVORITE BUILD - May 18th The Hermits have put thousands of hours into their builds, from cozy starter bases to the sprawling halls of Deepfrost Citadel, from idyllic natural landscapes to machines the size of mountains. Which builds have inspired you?

TFC - May 23rd While he may no longer be with us physically, TFC left behind him a legacy of quiet care and good humor, and Hermitcraft would not have been the same without him.

FRIENDS OF HERMITCRAFT - May 28th There are plenty of shows, podcasts, competitions, other servers, and more woven into the internet ecosystem around Hermitcraft, and plenty more people involved in them. Today is for celebrating all of those who, while they may not be Hermits themselves, exist and entertain in proximity to them.

Ranchers Part 3

The sun was just beginning to set as the duo rounded up the animals back into their paddocks. As Jimmy closed the door, Tango slumped against the fence, sweat pouring down his face. “Finally we’re done.” Tango exclaimed, exhausted from a whole day of work. “You did a good job, considering it was your first day.” Jimmy said, matter-of-factly. Tango looked at him in awe, despite doing most of the work, Jimmy didn’t look like he was tired at all, his hair still in that perfect slicked back form. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” Jimmy laughed. “Well maybe, No but seriously, you did well.” He smiled sincerely at Tango, his perfect teeth glinting in the sunlight. Tango felt a weird feeling in his chest, he couldn’t place it, but he knew that he'd be feeling this a lot. It was a good feeling and..he liked it. 

Over the week, Tango got more and more used to this schedule, often bringing a cup of coffee with him to keep him awake. Sometimes it was easy to get through the day, especially when he was working with Jimmy. He would often find himself admiring Jimmy’s dedication to his job or sometimes, just Jimmy himself. Jimmy would catch Tango staring at him, causing Tango to turn around, blushing uncontrollably, Jimmy would laugh and continue working. It was a daily habit. That was, until one of Jimmy’s cows died. 

Jimmy couldn’t figure out why it happened. Jeremy was in a perfect condition this morning. He even made sure that the hay was fully loaded. Everyone had enough to eat and there was still left over, and yet…Jeremy still died. Jimmy felt like a failure, he failed at taking care of the animals. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming his direction, he turned to see Tango, walking towards him. Tango put his warm arms around him. Jimmy turned around and returned the hug, sniffling in his arms. “Jim, I think I know how Jeremy died.” Tango said, breaking the silence. Jimmy looked down at Tango. “How?” “There was a small hole on the side of the cow. I found a fragment of a bullet.” Tango held it up. “Someone shot Jeremy.”

Flower husbands wooo

Just a tiny one today...Inspired by my commision to @your-daily-dose-of-caffeine

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Today was May 18th, I got up at 6am, looking to my left I saw that Jimmy was still snoring away. I smiled, still wondering how I got with this idiot. A handsome one at that. I stood up and quickly unlocked my car and headed to the local pet store, ready to pick up a little

Sun shined into my eyes, waking me up instantly, I rubbed my eyes, turning over expecting Scott to be lying beside me. But I didn’t see a single strand of teal hair anywhere. Frowning, I got out of bed and quickly got dressed. I couldn’t believe that fool left me hanging ON MY BIRTHDAY! I was just about to make a call when I heard the front door open and close. Walking out of the bedroom, I see Scott carrying some sort of box, although it had holes in it, I didn't see much use of that. He quickly put it aside, shushing it. “Good morning handsome!” Scott said cheerfully. I looked away, blushing, “Sorry for leaving on such a short notice, I was picking up something.” Scott explained. I looked at the box quizzically, “Is it for me?” I said, smiling playfully. Scott shrugged, “Maybe it is, Maybe it isn’t. Say, are you still holding a party? Even at this age?” “Yeah, of course!” I responded. Then I realised something. “Wait. Did you just say I’m old?” Scott laughed. Something about his smile always filled my heart. It was one of the many things I liked about him. “You are very old Tim.” Scott said. I frowned. “Hey! We’re the same age!” “No, you were born in May, I was born in November. You’re technically 6 months older than me. So.” Scott shrugged. “You’re old.” He smiled and I couldn’t help, but smile back.