My Shoulder Is Still Really Loose After Its Most Recent Dislocation, So I Haven't Been Able To Work On

bringing this back because i for one think it is hilarious

Tango: We got a little procrastination going on here?

Doc: Well I have two more embers to go, but -- I wanna, you know, I wanna go in the morning when I'm rested well and such

Cleo: [cackling]

Tango: Every bit helps, yeah

[...]

Doc: I might've drunk half a bottle of wine at the moment--

[Laughter from all the hermits in the lobby]

Cleo: Only half?! Lightweight!

Doc, defensively: I had to share!!

God I love these idiots.

Trash Panda

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Character: Hermit × Reader

Type: Moments (~1.2K)

Theme: Platonic, fluff, raccoon hybrid reader

Summary: Being invited to the Hermitcraft server is an exciting time, how will the Hermits react to your fluffiness?

TW: Teasing

A/N: I LOST THE ASK FOR THIS I AM SO SORRY!!!! Hope you can find and enjoy it! Sorry if it bad, trying to get back into writing.

Joining:

Being invited to Hermitcraft was something incredibly special. The server was filled with crazy talented builders, redstoners who casually broke the server, and tons of shenanigans.

So it was surprising to have received the DM from Mr. XisumaVoid himself, extending an invitation.

You weren't the worst builder by any means, and happened to dabble in redstone when it was fun, but this was a step up. Not one you could deny.

So you took the plunge through the familiar swirly purple portal and into the new server. The air was sweet, you noticed immediately, carrying a light and uplifting vibe. Your nose twitched in interest as your eyes adjusted to the light. It was also sunny. Your pawed feet sank into lush grass, and a small cart with what appeared to be starter tools stood nearby. Tall, impressive buildings punctuated the skyline. Each possessing a unique style and colour, yet somehow worked together in perfect unison.

Hermitcraft season 9.

Your ears swiveled as the sound of rockets neared, squinting up to the green blob nearing you. Excitment rushed through you- the man- the myth- the legend- Xisuma. Seeing him nearing solidified it. You were now a Hermit.

He lands a little ways off, elytra closing majestically, and you beat him to walking. Skittering over the gap to his side.

"Mr. XisumaVoid!" You greet energetically, a toothy grin and an outstretched clawed hand. "So cool to meet you face to face- the messages don't do your height justice." It's true, he stands much taller than you. You would almost consider him scary if it weren't for his cheery and wet cat demeanor. His chuckle reverberates through his helmet. He accepts your handshake, and his grip is firm, armor smooth and chilled where it touches your sensitive pawpads.

"A pleasure to meet you as well." Xisuma choses to reply, "Your messages make you seem taller." He tacks on cheekily. You gasp over dramatically, yanking your hand from his own.

"How could you say that??! So rude! I'm going to call you out to all your loving fans- see what they say then!!" You threaten, unable to contain your grin. He raises both hands in surrender, widening his tinted eye's behind his visor.

"I didn't mean it! Dont tell them- they cant know in secretly toxic!" The genuine (faked) panic in his tone breaks your character easily and you double over laughing. Tail lashing happily behind you. Xisuma joins in, giggling to himself pleased with the introduction. When you manage to recover, stifling your laughter, he gestures out wide with his arms.

"Welcome to Hermitcraft."

The Pranksters:

The tour was excellent, but now you couldn't wait to dig your hands into a project or-

Swiveling your head at the noise, your ears strained forwards. Whispering? Followed by frantic shushing?Creeping effortlessly forwards, you found around the corner, three figures crouching. Obviously you could recognize them. The red sweater and wings; Grian, the construction vest and hat with little vex wings and a pointed tail; Scar, and lastly a bright green shirt with gadgets galore and tossed brown hair; Iskall. Now what were they doing?

Silently picking across the ground, you manage to get just behind the trio. Tail twitching in anticipation, you watch a moment before deciding to play a prank of your own.

"What are we waiting for?" You stage whisper. All three of them leap, spinning around practically mid-air. Various exclamations fill the space before you start frantically shushing yourself. No need to ruin their surprise. They quiet down surprisingly fast.

"That was terrifying!" Scar stage whispers back, eyes wide and hat askew. You grin back at him.

"Who even are you?" Grian asks, raising an eyebrow to disappear under his mop of hair. Oh- right!

"The newbie." You decide to answer, "pleased to meet you. Now who are we waiting for?"

You get your answer- a panicked very British shout, and a message in chat;

MumboJumbo was killed by falling anvil.

The doctors:

When you had gone exploring- this was the last thing you had expected to find. A hoard of white lab coats. Well- Hermits wearing lab coats rather.

Doc, Zedaph, and Cub stand in a half circle, around a device. They speak in needlessly complex terms, and look all too professional. That could be changed, of course.

Sneaking along the shadows you move into seeing range of the device. A strange redstone contraption that appears to have been hooked up to a chicken. Poor bird was clueless, pecking at the dirt on the ground. You don't envy its fate. Deciding its been enough sneaking around, you slip out of shadows-

Doc's head snaps to you instantly, goat ears twitching. He seems to assess tensely for a moment before relaxing.

"Hey guys-" His thick accent gently interrupts the other two, they look to him attentively, "newbie." He gestures with a clawed thumb.

"Spot on." You nod, stepping silently towards the trio. "A pleasure to meet you all." You offer a toothy grin.

Zedaph grins back, bouncing towards you, sending his own goat ears flopping. His hooved feet click against the stone.

"Wonderful to meet you!" He exclaims, accepting a handshake and shaking a little too hard, too many times. His energy is infectious, and so you accept his other hand to shake them both in unison.

"You as well!" You chirp back through the movement, tail starting to wiggle depending on up or down.

"Alright- I better step in before you two end up doing that all day." Cubs even tone is strangely familiar, and almost eerie, but you don't think about it too long. Releasing Zed to accept his own handshake. One firm up and down. Boring but effective. "I would say I hope today hasn't been overwhelming- but you seem to have more than enough energy to match." He jokes dryly and you laugh. He's not wrong, being a raccoon has its perks.

"Why thank you." You place a hand in your chest dramatically, posing slightly.

"I fear the moment you meet Ren." Doc's rumble jolts you slightly, head turning to look at him directly.

"Whats that supposed to mean?" You cock your head, raising an eyebrow.

"Your energy will only multiply." He answers, offering you his own fluffy paw. His paw is much larger the your own, and you have to resist the urge to squish the beans. Maybe another time.

"Well I'm looking forwards to meeting Ren." You declare, puffing your chest and tail to try and look bigger.

"Void bless the sever." He chuckles, "and whoever is unfortunate enough to be nearby."

"Rude." You stick your tongue our at him, and he immediately reciprocates.

"Oo!" Zed's exclamation makes you look to him again, tongue still out. "I have an idea- you can help us!!" Excitement sparks.

"Sure what do I have to do?"

"Well see that chicken? I was thinking maybe if we used a player instead-"

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Local goat forced to touch grass

Cleo,,,,

i dont know why i decided that my art needed to pop off

i just kinda did this

it took me five days

please reblog this took me five days

SHOUTA AIZAWA WAS A GRUMPY DUDE. Be it his resting neutral face or his introverted nature that made him appear in such a manner, the man was just always grumpy-looking. The longer he went on teaching 1A, the more each of them began picking up on it. When they started to really pay attention to him, they marveled at the fact that one can keep the same face for so long.

During the early school hours, they could never see anything else. He always wore the same monotone expression or was just straight-up gloomy.

The main theory was that he simply wasn't a morning person. Everyone and their mothers knew that Aizawa almost never slept; some started to speculate it was some weird quirk that was assigned with the Erasure.

Case in point, his expression never changed. They got so caught up in their conspiracies that some of them were just downright outlandish- though it didn't stop them from creating a pool so they could place their best bets.

It went from a 'maybe he didn't like being around kids so he was always pissed' from Mina down to the possibility of him being an android that was only programmed with one emotion- which was whatever expression was always permeating his face- from Kaminari.

As the school year flew by faster than they had anticipated, they agreed that they would never be subjected to such a sight and that witnessing a comet was probably less rare than this.

And it was like they had almost literally jinxed it.

The following school day, for the very first time since they all started school, Aizawa was actually the first one in the classroom. They had been accustomed to waiting a few minutes every day because he was always late to class and it just didn't start until he felt like showing up to teach them.

Apparently, every one of them noticed because as they filed into the room and sat at their desks, none of them said a single syllable. The sound of their shoes clicking and tapping against the floors was the only sound. One by one, they quickly and quietly sat down; not a single one had the gall to say anything.

Though he wasn't paying attention since whatever was on his phone was more interesting than the fear that was being instilled in them just because he showed up on time. "Just do whatever. Don't be too loud."

And there it was! Mina nailed the bottom of her shoe into Kaminari's calf the second Aizawa turned his eyes away, "Ow! The heck-" She sternly motioned her head toward the front to witness him ever so subtly turning up a smile and looking at his phone.

Just like a line of dominoes standing perfectly, one gets tipped and it's a constant chain reaction. Kaminari gasps before turning around and shoving Kirishima's face off his desk. Kirishima in turn reaches across to slap the back of his palm onto Sero's bicep. And even though Bakugo says up and down he "didn’t care." Sero swiftly crouches down to stretch over and push his shoulder.

Considering they were absolutely not subtle, the rest of their classmates gazed at the interaction between the group of friends before and they all followed suit. It dawned on a few of them that there were probably better things to do, but this was probably going to be the most interesting thing for them for the rest of the year.

He commented on having to go to Mic's room for something, never tearing his eyes from his phone while stalking into the hall and the room erupted into a fit of noise- some confusion and some just pure excitement.

In the midst of the chaos and flurry of kids standing up from their chairs, Jirou lit up like a cartoon light bulb and swung over Kaminari and Mina's legs to get to the wall to try listening in. She knew it was at least morally gray but there was an itching feeling of needing to know building up in the back of her head like a tub filling with water.

“A lot of them have been giving me weird looks lately. You know what the hell’s going on with them?”

“Who knows Sho! Maybe they found out.” He never looked so smug in his life.

“Yes because I’m so sure they know I’m married, Yamada.”

“Oh my gosh.” In succession, three little words got a room full of jittery and rambunctious students calm into a cluster of whispers before quickly dying out. “He’s married!” She all but whispers. If they weren’t loud before, they sure were now.

A heavy, squiggly exclamation point and mark hung from the ceiling whilst they all clamored over one another to rush back to their seating arrangements before Aizawa could saunter back into the room likely due to the deafening noise of themselves.

They knew; their catlike curiosity had been satiated and in those few short minutes, they defied “curiosity killed the cat.” Because maybe it didn’t always kill the cat, maybe the cat's curiosity had greatly been put at ease, all 20 of them.

It was like watching them in a pressure cooker, one of them was bound to crack; breaking under the closing weight of that sated curiosity, so maybe curiously did in fact kill the cat. The silence was eerie and the tension was rapidly increasing until it was all that filled the air.

Much to their delight, they carried on about their day without any of them spilling their guts or (weirdly) without any questions from Aizawa about their behavior.

Neither he nor his class spoke a word for the duration of the school day and when it was time for them to leave and retreat to the comfort of their rooms, they collectively let out a sigh of relief they were all holding in.

He lets out a dreadful sigh before sluggishly crawling into the bed next to you, "They freakin’ know."

The giggle you let out made him wipe off the grin that littered his face before turning his face toward you. "And why do you think so?"

"I went out in the hallway and Yamada let it slip that I was married. Jirou must've been listening ‘cause they got really loud and I heard a lot of shuffling before I walked back in."

"That could’ve meant anything Sho'."

"Yeah, but they were all silent for the rest of the day. That doesn't just happen, not with them. And some of them were also being weird for like a month until they stopped like two months ago until it started again today."

You lifted the lower half of your body up from the mattress to sit above him and pull his head into your lap to comb his hair back with your fingers. "If it started again today then you were probably smiling at your phone when we were talking."

He scoffed, "I do not smile."

"Oh, you freakin' liar you definitely do. Ask Yamada, he has videos of it."

"You know, sometimes I think I shouldn't have gotten married to you." He’s clearly kidding.

"Oh, you're so overdramatic, Sho'. You'll be fine. What's the worst that could happen?"

"They're gonna bombard me with questions until they get answers."

You gasped dramatically and threw your right hand over your heart, "Oh no! How dare they ask questions about their teacher. Monsters I say!"

“Oh whatever." He rolled over onto his back and hid his face in his arms.

And you swore you could almost see the faintest of grins.

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