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Iâve been watching Hermitcraft forever, (doesn't mean I know anything about all the season lol) I started back when Mumbo joined (Season 2), drifted away for a bit around Seasons 3â4, and came back when Grian became a Hermit.
Iâm a multishipper, and my main fandoms are Hermitcraft and Life SMP, so thatâs what I write for the most. That said, I enjoy watching other SMPs too, and thereâs always a chance Iâll write for them in the future.
Iâve lurked on Tumblr for years but Iâm still figuring out the whole âbloggingâ thing, so bear with me. Weâre learning together.
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AU: v!Scott is old, like reallyyy old. Like first vampire ever old, Like, misses the taste of dinosaur blood old, and tends to forget that that's insane to most people, human, vampire etc alike.
Hey, I love your writing and genuinely hate to ask this but I've got really bad paranoia with this kind of stuff. I'm not trying to make any sort of big deal out of this and if you feel this will bring any sort of unwanted attention then feel free to delete it. I don't know what writing software you use but I know Google docs and Ellipsus have a "version history" type of thing that shows past edits to word documents, is there any way you could show us a few screenshots of anything like this for any works you've posted?
Again, I really hate asking this of you but there's been so many unfortunate things to happen to the VSMP fandom these past few months that I don't want this to be another.
(This is related to something someone pointed out in your most recent uploaded work, in case I'm being too vague.)
âHi I can understand the paranoia that comes with works involving AI and I, unfortunately, 100% get the need to ask this.
âTo explain the situation to people who haven't seen it. I was writing "Does Your Husband Know?" with an irl friend who doesn't have an AO3 account. They're also not in the vsmp fandom and only know stuff bc I've been yapping about the smp.
âThis is to the situation where I had left my draft note to them saying "I'll continue from your edited version in the same style."
âWe have been passing this idea in irl settings as well as written documents. They helped me write a big portion of the start eventually we both got busy with other stuff and this was forgotten. I picked this back up without really thinking too much about it.
âI unfortunately don't have the og document. I kinda migrated windows words to google docs to ellipsus (I'm still so new to Ellipsus) so I honestly don't know how to prove that it's me, a human, writing all my works.
âIn the picture, shown below, is one of the earlier docs I had of this fic. Names and profile pictures are censored for privacy.
âAs well as some past activities and the date I created the file for NHTU. (I'm putting NHTU here since it's my longest running fic)
âThis has been stressing me so much, and I feel like I let down a lot of you guys and I'm sorry. It honestly was an oversight that I had on my part and I'm sorry again to the hurt, confusion and paranoia this might've caused people.
â
âHowever, this has been the straw that broke the camelâs back for me.
âIâve been stressing myself out for far too long trying to create, and lately Iâve noticed the quality of my work dropping because of it. Maybe it was noticeable to you guys as well? I hope not.
âIâm not leaving, especially not when Iâve just started a new multi-chapter fic and am so close to finishing another one. I wouldnât want to leave you guys hanging, and definitely not when thereâs a new SMP around the corner, especially one that I can actually keep up with easily.
âIâm just going to take a break.
âMaybe itâll be for a month, maybe two. I honestly donât know yet. I know myself well enough to know that even when I say Iâm taking a break, Iâll probably still end up writing anyway. But I think Iâm going to try to slow down, take my time with things, and actually give myself the chance to properly write, edit, and check my work instead of constantly stressing about getting everything out.
âI just need to take a step back for a little while. Iâm still here, Iâm still writing, and Iâm definitely not going anywhere. I just want to enjoy creating again instead of feeling like I have to rush myself.
I 100% get the paranoia around this, and I am not at all angry at the people who asked about this and wanted answers. It's just a sucky situation to be in.
I hope I helped ease the paranoia even just a little. It's currently 6 AM where I am and I'm going to sleep.
I hope everyone has a wonderful day/night/evening/noon <3
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AU: Morcant Thornvale was unfortunately not quite out of range of the beacons when the barrier went up, Abolish is Not Amused being stuck on a mission with bunch of weirdos and his kind-of-dad.
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Louis and Owen were laughing uncontrollably. They didnât even remember why. All they knew was that Louis had said something so unbelievably stupid that it had left both men almost paralysed, unable to stop the sounds of joy.
Owen finally started regaining his breath, and Louis let his own laugh turn into a small chuckle, before stopping it completely. His face hurt from smiling, but he didnât care. He was with the love of his life, and that was all that mattered.
Owenâs curly chocolate brown hair fell on the tanned skin of his beautiful face. Before he knew it, Louis was cupping Owenâs cheeks, taking in his beauty, thinking about how lucky he was to be his partner. A blush was spread across Owenâs face, reflecting the blush Louis knew he himself had.
It felt like Louisâ unbeating heart was in his throat. Had he done something to upset Owen? Maybe Owen wasnât in the mood for physical contact todayâŚand Louis had forgotten to askâŚwhy did he forget to ask? He felt terrible, but he knew it was best to not jump to conclusions. He might not even be the reason for his loverâs mood change, it was best to ask Owen what happened.
âWhat happened, Owen? WasâŚwas it something I didâŚ?â Louis asked, his tone soft and loving.
Owenâs eyes went wide. âOf course not!â In Owenâs opinion, Louis could do no wrong.
Louis breathed a sigh of relief, before asking,
 âWould you be comfortable saying what caused the mood change? I do not mind if not, I wonât force youâŚâ His gaze was filled with understanding.
Owen paused, trying to gather his words together.
âItâsâŚjustâŚâ
Owen took a deep breath.
âWhy donât you treat me like everyone else does? How are you not disgusted by meâŚ?â
âOwenâŚâ Louisâ heart was breaking. He could never do that to OwenâŚ
Owen continued. âWhy are you so kind to me? How are you not afraid of contamination? How can you bring yourself to touch me-â
âOwen.â Louis repeated, much firmer this time. The lumberjack brought his eyes up to meet the mayorâs. Louis stared into the beautiful brown pools of sadness as he spoke.
âYou will never be disgusting to me. You are beautiful, and you deserve love. You deserve kindness. I will never pull away from you. I would rather take the risk of getting infected and die with you than live without you.â
Saying this made Louisâ heart ache. He was a vampire, and would outlive Owen by centuries. Unless he offered to turn Owen. But he wouldnât do it yet. Not now.
He continued. âPlease, donât put yourself down like thisâŚâ
That was all the lumberjack needed to let his emotions out through his tears. Owen put his head on Louisâ body, sobbing into his chest. The mayor brought his hands around Owen and hugged him tightly, holding his thin frame close. He pressed his lips to Owenâs head as the lumberjack cried.
A few minutes went by until Owen slowly pulled his head from Louisâ shirt, now wet with tears.
âHow do you feel?â Louis asked, softly stroking Owenâs hair with one hand, the other around his waist.
âBetterâŚâ Owen whispered. âYouâre the only one in my life thatâs ever shown me kindness. Sometimes I feel like I donât deserve it.â
Louis sat Owen down on a cushioned chair before squeezing next to him and kissing his cheek. âBut you do deserve kindness. You deserve the world. And I promise to treat you with the love you deserve, forever.â
âForever?â The lumberjack muttered, leaning against Louis as he looked up at him.
Louis kissed him. He could taste the salt of tears faintly on Owenâs tongue.
He had spent what he believed were his final moments watching Owen drown an entire town in blood. He had burned believing he would never see his husband again.
Day 3 of #TrustBitesMonth2026. Today's prompt, laughter. Sort of wracked my brain on this one. I couldn't come up with much of a story, but I did figure laughter is best when spent in the little moments with the one you love. So, here's a little moment between Louis and Owen. Also, do we have much art of Owen smiling? It was weird drawing him happy...
I miss when everyone on my dash listened to Welcome to Night Vale so thereâs be a good chance that on any ole day someone would reblog a quote that would grab me by the throat and forcibly ascend me to a higher plane where I understood myself and the universe better and with more kindness but also a little spook
âThe past is gone, and cannot harm you anymore. And while the future is fast coming for you, it always flinches first and settles in as the gentle presentâ are you kidding me this quote has propelled me through at least three emotional crises
âThe desert seems vast, even endless. And yet scientists tell us that somewhere, even now, there is snow.â
That quote literally got me through grieving my brother like WTNV goes HARD
A List of Some of My Favorite Quotes From This Insane Podcast:
"You are beautiful when you do beautiful things."
"The present tense of regret is indecision."
"We understand so much, but the sky behind those lights-- mostly void, partially stars-- that sky reminds us we don't understand even more."
"Be proud of your place in the Cosmos. It is small and yet it is."
"Believe in yourself. You are an ancient, absent god, discussed only rarely by literary scholars. So if you don't believe, no one will."
"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you."
âWhisper a dangerous secret to someone you care about. Now they have the power to destroy you, but they wonât. Thatâs what love is.â
"Are we living a life that is safe from harm? Of course not. We never are. But thatâs not the right question. The question is are we living a life that is worth the harm?"
"When we talk about teenagers, we adults often talk with an air of scorn, of expectation for disappointment. And this can make people who are presently teenagers feel very defensive. But what everyone should understand is that none of us are talking to the teenagers that exist now, but talking back to the teenager we ourselves once were â all stupid mistakes and lack of fear, and bodies that hadnât yet begun to slump into a lasting nothing. Any teenager who exists now is incidental to the potent mix of nostalgia and shame with which we speak to our younger selves."
"We are not history yet. We are happening now. How miraculous is that?"
"Wednesday has been cancelled due to a scheduling error."
"We have nothing to fear except ourselves. We are unholy, awful people."
"A million dollars isnât cool. You know whatâs cool? A basilisk."
"There's nothing under your bed. There's nothing in your closet. Nothing waits in every darkness. Nothing is the most terrifying thing of all."
"The night sky is ten miles wide, eight miles deep, and floats three miles up. Its favourite food is grape jelly. It wants to be a drummer."
"Look to the sky. You will not find answers there, but you will certainly see what everyone is screaming about."
"Ignorance might not actually be bliss, but it is certainly less work."
"And now, a special report. Crocodiles: Can they eat your children? *YES.*"
"Lie down and look up at the ceiling and breathe with those curiously fragile lungs of yours and remind yourself: Donât worry. Donât worry. All is as it was meant to be. It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and fleeting. Donât worry."
"As long as Iâm reminding myself things, Iâm a good person, worthy of love â both from myself and others."
"Guns don't kill people! It's impossible to be killed by a gun. We are all invincible to bullets and it's a miracle!"
"Everything is exciting! Particularly existence. Existence is the most thrilling fact of all."
"There is a monster under your bed. A monster at your window. A monster any place you imagine one. You project your monsters on the world."
"You miss 100% of the bank robberies you don't commit."
"I like my coffee like I like my nights. Dark, endless, and impossible to sleep through. "
"A friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. Welcome to Night Vale."
"And now, the weather."
I discovered this podcast at the beginning of high school, and let me tell you, it rewired my synapses.
Not only was it my first experience with positive LGBT representation, it was the show I clung to when everything else went to shit. Whatever was going on in my life, I knew I had this show in my corner, making me laugh, making me cry, making me feel okay about my place in the universe.
I owe the creators of this podcast more than I could express.
Genuinely, Welcome to Night Vale is full of the most profoundly beautiful shit (/pos). If you have never listened to it, please go and correct that oversight before I tell the Librarians where you live.
Today we've got Louis finally turning Owen. Coincidentally, for references I strongly recommend looking into Carmilla's fanart. The sapphic vampire illustrations go hard, great place for inspo.
Oof, daily challenges do a number on me. You can always see how my illustrations start to decline when the motivation wears down... Honestly low motivation is the most important time to draw though, as this is where I do my actual learning. I could have utilized more of my sketch paper, I'm not sure why I drew them so small on the page... Going to have to figure out how to fill the rest of the sheet later. Maybe I'll draw some teeth or something.
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There were many things that could bring Oakhurst to a standstill. A storm that knocked out the roads. A fire in the woods. A strange animal wandering too close to town. Some new problem that would inevitably become everyone's problem by morning.
Owen and Legundo arguing over a blanket was not one of them. It should not have been, anyway.
Louis had been sitting quietly in the living room when the argument started. He hadn't even been paying attention at first. Owen and Legundo were always bickering about something. They were both opinionated, both stubborn, and, unfortunately, both very comfortable telling each other exactly what they thought.
Usually, it was harmless.
Usually.
"I had it first." Legundo's voice came from the other side of the room.
Louis glanced up from his book. Owen was standing beside the sofa, holding one end of a thick wool blanket. Legundo was holding the other.
Louis stared at them. "You cannot be serious."
"He took it," Legundo said.
"I did not take it."
"You walked over and pulled it off me."
"Because you were hogging it."
"I was using it."
"You were using half of it."
"Because you were using the other half."
Owen gave the blanket another tug. Legundo didn't let go.
Louis slowly lowered his book. "It is a blanket." Neither of them looked at him.
"I got it first," Legundo repeated.
"And I was cold."
"So am I."
"You're a doctor. Figure it out."
Legundo's eyebrows lifted. "I'm a doctor, Owen. Not a wizard."
"You could have gotten another blanket."
"So could you."
"This one is warmer."
"They're the same blanket."
"It's mine."
Legundo went very still. Louis immediately recognized that look. Owen had done it deliberately.
"Owen," Louis warned.
"What?"
"You know exactly what you're doing."
"I want the blanket."
Legundo calmly stared at him. Then, with deliberate patience, he said, "You know, for someone who claims to be very good at reading people, you are remarkably bad at understanding the concept of sharing."
Owen's eyes narrowed. "Don't start."
"I'm not starting anything."
"You are."
"I'm holding a blanket."
"You're being smug."
"I'm not being smug."
"You have your smug face."
"I have one face."
"You have several."
Legundo looked at Louis. "Does he have several?"
Louis considered it. "Unfortunately."
"Thank you."
"You're both insufferable."
Owen pulled the blanket again. Legundo pulled back. The blanket stretched between them.
"This is ridiculous," Legundo said.
"Then let go."
"No."
"Then stop complaining."
"No."
Owen stared at him. Legundo stared back. Louis watched the two men he loved engage in what was rapidly becoming the stupidest battle he had witnessed in years. Then Owen smiled. It was a terrible sign.
"Fine."
He let go. Legundo nearly fell backward.
"Owen!"
The vampire immediately walked away, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
Louis closed his eyes. "Why?"
Owen looked over his shoulder. "He said he wanted the blanket."
"He was holding it."
"Not anymore."
Legundo stared after him in disbelief. "You are unbelievable."
Owen shrugged. "Thank you."
Ten minutes later, Louis found Owen in the kitchen. The vampire was standing beside the counter, arms folded, looking deeply offended.
Louis leaned against the doorway. "You know you're being ridiculous."
Owen didn't look at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"The blanket."
"He started it."
Louis sighed. "Of course he did."
"He did."
"And you did absolutely nothing to escalate it."
"No."
"Owen."
"He was being smug."
"You pulled a blanket out from underneath him."
"He wasn't using all of it."
"He was using it."
"He had his feet outside." Louis stared. Owen looked back. "It was cold."
"You two are unbelievable."
Owen's expression softened almost immediately. Then he stepped closer. "You think I'm wrong."
Louis blinked. "What?"
"You think he's right."
"I think you're both being idiots."
Owen frowned. "That's basically taking his side."
"It really isn't." Owen looked away. For a moment, he was quiet. Then, much softer, "He always gets the warm things."
Louis sighed. There it was. "You could have just said you were cold."
"I did."
"You said, 'give me that.'"
"That means I'm cold."
"To you, maybe."
Owen's shoulders slumped. Louis couldn't help smiling. For all his temper, for all the ways Owen could be terrifying when he wanted to be, he could also be remarkably easy to soothe.
Louis reached out and pulled him into a hug. Owen immediately leaned into it. There was no hesitation. His arms wrapped around Louis's waist, and he rested his forehead against Louis's shoulder.
"He was mean to me," Owen muttered.
Louis nearly laughed. "You started a fight over a blanket."
"He was mean."
"How?"
"He said I couldn't share."
"You can't."
Owen tightened his arms around him. "You're supposed to comfort me."
"I am comforting you."
"You're judging me."
"I can do both."
Owen grumbled into his shoulder. Louis rubbed his back.
"You're very cold."
"I know."
"Come sit by the fire."
"Will you come with me?"
"Of course."
Owen finally relaxed. "Thank you."
Louis kissed the top of his head. "You're welcome."
Legundo found Louis fifteen minutes later. He walked into the living room, saw Owen wasn't there, and immediately looked relieved.
Then he spotted Louis. "Louis."
Louis sighed. "Yes?"
"Can I talk to you?"
"Of course."
Legundo walked over and leaned against the table. There was something deeply amusing about how quickly the calm doctor had gone from annoyed to wounded.
"He pulled the blanket away from me."
"I know."
"And then he let go."
"I know."
"And I nearly fell."
"I know."
Legundo looked at him.
"He's horrible."
Louis smiled. "He is."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Legundo was quiet for a moment. Then he frowned. "But you know what actually bothers me?"
Louis waited.
"He knew I was cold."
Ah. There it was.
Louis softened. "You wanted him to notice."
Legundo nodded. "I'm always the one making sure everyone's comfortable. I get the blankets. I make the tea. I check if Owen has eaten. I make sure you're warm."
"I know."
"And sometimes I just want someone else to notice."
Louis reached for him. Legundo stepped into the embrace immediately. He wrapped his arms around Louis and sighed.
"You're supposed to tell me I'm right."
"You are right."
"Thank you."
"But you're also stubborn."
"I know."
"And you absolutely could have gotten another blanket."
"I know."
"And you deliberately kept holding onto that one because you knew it would annoy him."
Legundo was quiet. "...Maybe." Louis laughed softly. "He deserved it."
"You two are children."
Legundo rested his chin on Louis's shoulder. "He's worse."
"I heard that."
Both Louis and Legundo froze. Owen was standing in the doorway.
Legundo slowly looked over. "You were listening?"
"I came to get Louis."
"Why?"
"Because he's mine."
Legundo blinked. "He's ours."
Owen paused. "...Yes."
Louis looked between them. "Are we done?"
"No," Owen said.
"Yes," Legundo said.
They looked at each other.
Louis sighed. "Wonderful."
Owen walked over. He reached for Louis first, pulling him out of Legundo's arms. Legundo immediately complained.
"Hey."
"I was here first."
"You left."
"I came back."
"You stole him."
"He's not an object."
"Then stop pulling him away."
Louis found himself caught between them, Owen's arms around his waist and Legundo's around his shoulders.
"This is exactly how this started."
Neither answered. Louis looked down. The blanket had followed Owen into the room. He was still holding it.
"You brought the blanket."
Owen looked at it. "...Yes."
Legundo stared. "You took it with you?"
"I was cold."
"You have an entire bedroom full of blankets."
"This one is warmer."
"It's the same blanket."
Owen shrugged. Legundo looked at Louis.
"Tell him."
Louis stared at both of them. Then, very deliberately, he took the blanket from Owen and wrapped it around himself. Both men stared. Louis smiled.
"If either of you starts another argument over this thing, neither of you gets it."
There was silence. Owen looked at Legundo. Legundo looked at Owen. Then Legundo sighed.
"Fine."
Owen nodded. "Fine."
Louis raised an eyebrow. "That was suspiciously easy."
"We're tired," Legundo said.
"I'm still cold," Owen added.
Louis sighed and opened the blanket. "Come here, then."
They did. Immediately. Owen settled against one side of him, Legundo against the other. The blanket barely covered all three of them. Owen pulled it higher. Legundo tucked the edge around Louis's shoulder.
Louis looked down at the two men practically attached to him. "Happy?"
"Yes," Owen murmured.
"Very," Legundo agreed.
A moment passed. Then Owen quietly said, "You know, Legundoâ"
"No."
"I didn't even say anything."
"I know you." Owen smiled.
Louis groaned. "Don't."
Owen's smile widened. "I was only going to say that your side is colder."
Legundo's eyes narrowed. "You're unbelievable."
"You're the one sitting on the edge."
"Because you pushed me."
"I did not."
"You did."
Louis closed his eyes. "Boys... please."
They both went quiet.
A few seconds later, Legundo whispered, "I'm still cold."
Owen shifted closer. "Come here."Â
Legundo hesitated. Then moved closer until his shoulder pressed against Owen's. Owen pulled the blanket over him without another word.
Legundo smiled. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Louis looked between them. "Are you two capable of solving anything without me?"
"No," Owen said.
"Probably not," Legundo admitted.
Louis laughed quietly. He tucked himself more comfortably between them.Â
There were things in the world none of them could control. There were secrets they couldn't tell the people of Oakhurst. There were dangers outside their door, things waiting in the dark, and a whole world that would never understand the strange little life they'd built together.
But here, in the warmth of their home, those things didn't matter. He wouldn't trade it for anything.
"Love you both," Louis murmured.
Owen tightened his arms around him. "Love you too."
Legundo smiled against his shoulder. "Love you."
Louis closed his eyes. Three people. Two blankets, eventually. One very stupid argument. And, somehow, against everything else in the world, they were still together.
