Art dump of all the random doodles that I’ve collected but didnt feel like making pretty or were too cringe for their own post
A lot of them are from the hermit vore discord but have nothing to do with hermitcraft. Except the seaspeaker one and the voreception empires one we were fucking around with lol; they’re like nesting dolls
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Part 1
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Word Count: 2.4k
Character(s): Joel, Xisuma, Doc, Cub, Zed
Summary: After the failed mansion raid, Joel heads to the medical bay, and Doc helps him. But what is he supposed to do with the admin still inside him?
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Joel winced as Doc poked at his shoulder injury, and Doc gave him an unimpressed look.
“Seriously, Joel? Putting yourself in a dangerous situation, alone, no less?” Doc scolded, turning away and grabbing bandages and gauze from a cabinet nearby before returning to Joel’s side. “You’re lucky I know how to dress wounds.”
Joel bit his tongue as Doc applied gauze to the wound, turning his head away and closing his eyes.
“Relax,” Doc instructed, and Joel forced the tension out of his limbs. It only worked for about a minute, until Doc jostled the injury, and Joel let out a pained hiss. “All done,” Doc declared as he stepped back, giving Joel another once-over.
“Now that that’s settled, should I even ask how you ended up in that situation?” Doc asked, his tone unimpressed.
“Just a stupid mansion raid, they swarmed me,” Joel muttered, frowning.
“Wonderful. And, I suppose, your first lesson on the Hermitcraft server is; Don’t go into woodland mansions alone,” Doc commented dryly.
“Yeah, thanks,” Joel muttered, wincing as his hand drifted to his shoulder once again. He grabbed his bloodied shirt, that was laying next to him on the cot, his face scrunching up at the thought of putting it back on.
“Here, take this,” Doc called, throwing him a white shirt that he had grabbed from the closet. “And don’t even think about moving, you’re gonna be staying here tonight.”
“What?!” Joel exclaimed, a dismayed look crossing his face as he turned back to Doc.
“You thought we were letting you go? You just tangled with a vindicator, we’ve gotta make sure you haven’t got magic poisoning. Cub will be checking up on you, he’s much better with magic sickness than most Hermits.”
Joel let out a melodramatic groan as he fell back onto the cot, staring at the ceiling of the carefully-constructed medical bay. The thought of staying in the sterile, white building made him nauseous.
Wait, no, that was from the Admin inside him, moving.
Joel listened as Doc closed the door to the room behind him. He pulled the shirt on after a few seconds of silence, and he let out a frustrated sigh. These hermits and their worry. He was fine! Probably. Though it didn’t matter if he was or not, Xisuma was less okay than he was, but he needed a chance to let him out. If he did it now, before Cub got here, could he say that Xisuma had come in here and he had found him? Would they believe it? Better question, would they push it?
“Smallbeans?” came a soft murmur, followed by a hand pressing against his stomach lining, which drew him out of his thoughts.
“Hey, Xisuma,” he answered, resting a hand on his stomach. “Welcome back. Ready to come out now?”
“Where are we? Is it okay to?” He still sounded out of it. Was it safe to let him out? Joel didn't know what his mental state could be. Maybe he shouldn’t.
“Joel?” That wasn’t Xisuma. Joel sat straight up, the movement throwing Xisuma against the lining of his stomach. Joel looked over to the door as Cub came in. He was dressed in his usual open lab coat, but in this setting, it made him look like a doctor. “Ah, you are still here,” Cub noted, “heard you had a bit of an incident in a mansion.”
“You could call it that,” Joel muttered.
“I’m sure,” Cub chuckled, walking over to Joel and looking him over. “Feeling weird? Numbness or tickling in your extremities, buzzing in your head, warping feelings, headaches, unexplained pain?” He rapid-fired, not letting Joel get a word in.
“No,” Joel answered weakly after Cub fell silent. “None of that. I’m fine, why won’t you people believe me?”
“Yeah, well, I’ve heard that before. Besides, it could have delayed effects,” Cub answered, turning away.
“Smallbeans?” Joel heard again, and he froze. Dammit, Xisuma! Not the time!
“Hm?” Cub hummed, turning back to Joel. “Did you say something?”
“Nope!” Joel exclaimed a little too loudly, and he winced internally. He was so caught.
“Smallbeans? What’s going on? You okay?” He listened to the words coming from his stomach. They weren’t too loud, but for Cub and his unnaturally sharp hearing, he could probably hear them as clear as day.
“Where’s that coming from?” Cub asked, looking around, for show. His sentence may have been phrased like a question, but there was no query in his tone.
“Where’s what coming from? I don’t hear anything,” Joel insisted, his voice a bit too shrill.
“Really?” Cub pressed, stepping closer to Joel, his movements smooth. He looked Joel up and down before he spoke again. “Give it up, Joel. What’s going on?”
Joel was caught between two possibilities at that moment. So, in his panic, he chose the latter.
“What? I’m not hiding anything.”
Cub sighed, brushing his hair out of his face and revealing his dark blue eyes entirely. They were a remnant of his sculk infection from when he was on Empires, or so Joel was told, and they drove an uneasy feeling into him. “Come on, Joel. One more chance.”
“Okay, okay!” Joel exclaimed; and the resignation drew a subtly satisfied look to Cub’s face. “Xisuma came with me and got shrunk by a vindicator!”
The content look on Cub’s face fell into a frown. “Interesting. And how he ended up…”
“If I hadn’t, I would’ve died. Or Xisuma would still be in there. SO don’t say a word,” Joel threatened.
“Alright,” Cub agreed, looking unbothered by the threat. “Can we take him out? If he’s shrunk, we’ll have to have a look at him.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Joel muttered, pulling his legs onto the cot and crossing them.
Cub raised an eyebrow at him. “Joel, we can’t use magic, he’s been hit by too much already today. Get him out yourself, or I’ll get you something that can help you.”
Joel groaned, frowning at Cub. “Fine. Get me something if you don’t want your damn sheets dirty.”
Cub shrugged, opening one of the cabinets and producing a metal bowl that he handed to Joel. He returned the annoyed look that Joel gave him, with a slight undertone of ‘this is what you asked for.’
In a practiced move, Joel forced Xisuma upwards, letting him - and the stomach fluids he was covered in - fall into the bowl. (He would’ve felt bad about it if he hadn’t learned years ago that his ascent into godhood meant that people could be semi-comfortable inside him and not digested.) The clanging sound from Xisuma’s armour hitting the bowl was startling, but it didn’t take long for Joel to recover and hold the bowl out to Cub.
Cub took it from him, looking into the bowl at Xisuma. Once it was out of his hands, Joel laid down, turning away from the two and closing his eyes, letting himself drift into a state of limbo, ignoring the noises surrounding him.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
Bright lights blinded Xisuma as he laid on his back, the back of his head throbbing from how hard it hit the inside of his helmet. He looked up at the ceiling through tinted purple, and he watched a face come into view. Who was that? Cub?
He was lifted up, held safely in Cub’s grip, and he was placed down onto another surface. He placed his hand on the surface, though he couldn’t feel it through his gloves. A small noise escaped him as he was suddenly enveloped in darkness once again, his body suddenly being rubbed against. Cub’s hands? They pressed against him from every side, and he felt himself being picked up again as the material was taken off him.
Xisuma blinked up at Cub blearily, the latter looking down at him with a soft expression.
“Hey, you," Cub said softly, “feeling okay?”
“Hmm, sleepy,” Xisuma murmured.
“Yeah? Okay,” Cub sighed, setting Xisuma back down on the counter. Xisuma watched Cub pull his communicator out of his pocket and turn away from Xisuma. Despite how he craned his neck and tried to see what was on the screen, he wasn’t able to catch a glimpse. He tried to stand up, but his legs were too shaky, and he had to sit back down before he fell.
He watched Cub intently until he turned back around, looking down at Xisuma once again.
“Your armour is gonna be hellish to clean, isn’t it? That’s a later problem, I guess,” Cub muttered to himself. “Okay… come on, let’s get you fixed up, hmm?”
Xisuma nodded numbly at his words. Getting fixed up sounded nice. Cub lifted him off the towel, moving him across the room and setting him down on the counter. He watched Cub grab some colored vials from the cupboard above him, and he set them down on the counter beside him. Xisuma looked at them curiously, and he reached out to touch them before Cub put his hand between Xisuma and the vials. Xisuma sighed and sat back down, leaning into Cub’s hand.
“Oh, Xisuma. That really messed you up, huh?” Cub sighed.
“Did it?” A new voice asked, and Xisuma sat up again, looking around for the source. His eyes found Zedaph, moving towards them quickly from across the room.
“You got here quickly,” Cub noted, to which Zed shrugged.
“And? I’m here, aren’t I?” Zed replied, scooping Xisuma up from off the counter. Xisuma let out a small squeak, looking up at Zed. “Hi there, I heard you got a little mixed up,” Zed cooed.
“Yeah, and how do we fix him?” Cub asked.
“Well, it’s vindicator magic, shrinking… okay, I’m not exactly sure. I’ve never heard of this happening before,” Zed admitted, his gaze landing on the vials on the counter. “Oh, good idea!” He exclaimed, placing Xisuma back on the counter. Zed grabbed the nearest vial, containing a shimmering blue liquid, and uncorked it.
“Be careful,” Cub tried. Zed nodded as he tipped the vial over Xisuma’s head, letting a few drops slip out and land on the admin’s helmet.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
Joel rolled over as he woke up slowly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He yawned, sitting up as yesterday’s events clicked back into place. He looked to his left to see Cub and Zed curled up on a cot together, Cub at the head of it and Zed at the foot. He looked to the left, and his eyes locked onto a mop of messy brown hair, covered by sheets on the cot next to him.
Joel stood up quickly, moving around the end of the cot, and he crouched down in front of the person’s face, frowning as he looked up at him. There was a mask on his face, which looked like a gas mask, covering his nose and mouth with tubes sticking out of it. They were see-through, and he could see something black in the tubes, though he couldn’t tell if it was moving or stationary.
“You’re up! Morning!” Zed exclaimed, the sudden noise making Joel jump. His head snapped over to Zed, who was now standing at the end of the cot.
“I thought you were asleep!” Joel blurted out, his eyes still wide with shock.
“What? No, just resting,” Zed replied, “Anyway, glad you’re awake. Cub said you might have magic poisoning, how are you feeling?”
“I’m fine,” Joel muttered, annoyed that this was brought up again.
“Okay, if you’re sure,” Zed shrugged, stepping around Joel and standing next to the person. “Hey, Xisuma,” his voice was softer now, "can you get up?” Zed gently shook Xisuma, trying to wake him up. It took about a minute of him trying for Xisuma to open his eyes and look up at Zed.
“Hey! How are you feeling?” Zed asked gently, the tone uncharacteristic for the mad scientist.
“Zed? Um… better, I think,” Xisuma replied, pushing himself up.
“Joel,” came a voice, pulling Joel away from the interaction. He turned to see Cub, looking a little disheveled, gesturing to him. “Come over here, I’ve gotta change your bandages.”
Joel frowned, but he headed over to his cot and sat down, knowing in the back of his mind that he’d never win against Cub. Cub had bandages and gauze already laid out on the cot, and he started to peel away bandages on Joel’s shoulder. Joel was fixated on watching Xisuma and Zed conversing softly, though he couldn’t hear them.
“Hey-” Cub spoke up, causing Joel to look back at him. He discovered Cub had taken the bandages off entirely, revealing only a faint scar where the wound had been before Joel had rested. “What?”
“God genes,” Joel flashed him a grin, and Cub sighed.
“You’re- okay,” Cub muttered, gathering up the dirty and clean bandages, walking away to the other side of the room. Joel looked back over to Xisuma and Zed, to see Zed pulling away from Xisuma and walking away. He tracked Zed’s path as he met Cub, and they started talking lowly together.
Joel got up and walked back over to Xisuma’s bed, moving around to the other side and sitting down. Xisuma looked over at him, but didn’t say anything, and an awkward silence fell between them.
“…so-h…” Joel tried. “Do we agree to never talk about that again?”
Xisuma chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling up at the edges, “if you want. I don’t remember a ton, so it might be easy.”
“Great, wonderful,” Joel replied, letting out a sigh. “Have they determined that you’re okay?”
“They say no concussion and I’m not tired or dizzy anymore. I think that constitutes ‘okay,’” Xisuma answered.
“That’s great,” Joel murmured, opening his mouth to say something more, before he bit his lip and they both fell into silence again.
“Look,” Xisuma sighed, “it’s fine, okay? We would’ve both been in for a painful respawn if you hadn’t, and that magic may have gotten even more messed up with it. It’s fine,” he repeated.
“It’s fine,” Joel echoed, nodding slowly, “of course it is! Why wouldn’t it be?” He added, his words bolder than they had a moment before.
“Just promise me that you’ll raid another mansion with me that’ll hopefully go crisis-free, yeah, Smallbeans?” Xisuma joked, the edges of his eyes crinkling up again.
“We’ll see,” Joel returned, “let the dust settle though, yes?"
“Of course,” Xisuma chuckled, “maybe after I’m not monitored twenty-four-seven.”
“Maybe. And it’s Joel, alright? Joel’s fine,” Joel replied.
AHHH your art is so cute it’s giving me so many ideas…
mostly, jimmy wanting to be nommed by joel so bad because he has terrible insomnia and the inside ambience helps him sleep
The first time it happens jim collapses midday from exhaustion and joel quickly scoops him up, but once he starts to realize he sleeps better inside, he’ll ask joel when insomnia is hitting harder than normal
thinkin' bout Empires X Hermitcraft crossover vore between Joel and Grian
I guess I imagine it kinda fluff/chill, maybe Joel swallowing Grian to make sure he doesn't fall off his base again or something, I suppose it doesn't need that much background.
grian i feel has a very tolerate-to-hate relationship with being prey? he needs his wing space and a stomach is not exactly known for its spaciousness- but on the other hand, its joel. shenanigans. eventually grian will be let out; mostly by scar's request cuz hes bored and needs his bird back- but until then the idiots can catch up and tease eachother for the rest of the tour
Empires Joel seeing Jimmy do something dangerous in front of another empires member and having to fight the instinct to eat him immediately (he fails)
my braincells arent really all here its 1 am but i tried>
Joel could hold off for exactly one(1) minute before the voices win and jim is squirming down his throat, but at this point jimmy has gotten used to it and is more exasperated than scared
i think it would catch the other members off guard and theyd just be staring like the cup meme? trying to process what they just witnessed. some of them would probably be more disturbed than others tbf
joel will spit him back out at the end of the meeting but for now hes staying right where joel can keep track of him
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I think it’d be really cute to see Jimmy doing his damdest to piss off Joel so he’ll get eaten but it fails miserably and he gets all sad about it (Joel eats him in the end ofc :D)
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Jimmy would be flying around, lighting tnt, punching him, perching himself on joel's head and getting tangled up in his hair while rambling about the stupidest things- but joel just picks him up and sets him off to the side or on his shoulder and keeps working
theres two options on joels end, which is either oblivious to the advances or willfully ignoring him because its funny. eventually jim gets fed up and just whines because joel is refusing and he wants IN!
of course they fall asleep together so phantoms don't spawn and joel can keep building his base.
I've had esmp jimmy nd joel vore stuck in my head because of you I hope you know that... (how many dollars for more of them...)
it costs no money only the incalculable length of time it takes me to actually answer my asks lol, and yes i exist to plague the minds of all with my favorite little guys eating eachother thank you :)
I like to imagine empire’s jimmy doing something dumb like almost falling off a cliff around Joel and Joel just immediately eating him so he will stop dying
Jimmy would be furious. Joel would be unfazed by his protests.
Jim kicked at another pebble as he strode alongside a deep fissure to the north of Tumble Town, bickering playfully with the god he called his friend. Joel's strides across the red dirt were much greater than the little sheriff's and he frequently had to stop to let him catch up. He crawled over a few stones, making some lighthearted jabs and laughing along to whatever dumb ideas the god tossed around for future projects, but mostly he was zoning out, just letting the words slide in one ear and out the other. Jimmy was vaguely aware of the god making a comment at him to watch his step, but it was drowned out by the sudden crack of stone and a feeling of weightlessness as the ground beneath him gave way to open air.
The tiny let out a shriek before he felt a firm grip around his middle and the snap of being stopped short in midair. He gasped softly and closed his eyes as vertigo kicked in, and when he opened them again, he was staring into Joel's eyes. Jimmy didn't like the look he was giving him.
"Jimmy, I blummin' told you to be careful!" He winced slightly. Joel sounded downright pissed at him, even if concern was seeping through the sharp tone.
"Sorry, sorry-" He held up his hands in defense, "Can you.. put me down now?" Something in Joel's eyes shined in a way that made Jimmy uneasy. Scheming, maybe. His vision blurred with the feeling of vertigo, but when it steadied again he realized, instead of being lowered to the ground like he'd asked, the god had lifted him up level with his face.
"..Joel?" He gave no response, and the sheriff flinched as he was suddenly faced with an open maw, glinting with sharp teeth. "JOEL!" Jimmy was cut off as his entire upper half was shoved unceremoniously into the god's mouth. He tried to squirm his way free, but teeth dug into his back whenever he moved, and he quickly decided it was safer to stay still and brace himself against the hard palate above him until an opportunity for escape arose. It was only a second or so later that the pressure around his middle lifted, but before he could make a move, the rest of him was pulled into the cavern too. The light died as teeth clicked shut behind him and with it any hope Jim might have had for freedom.
Joel swallowed firmly, and Jimmy could only wriggle helplessly as he was dragged down the god's throat, being squished in from all sides as peristalsis pulled him deeper into his core. When the pressure finally subsided, Joel hummed softly, rubbing at Jim through the layers of flesh as the tiny sheriff tried to reorient himself.
"If you aren't going to take care of yourself I'm just going to have to make sure you stay safe. You can come out when you've learnt to value your life, Jimmy." The tiny sputtered indignantly and shoved at the wall he could feel Joel's hand through. The only response it got was a soft purr from the god and the stomach space shrinking in some weird, slimy sort of hug. Jimmy grumbled a bit before leaning into the flesh. Knowing the god, he'd probably be in here for longer than that.
