DARLING, I'M THE BEST DRESSED IN ALL OF OLYMPUS

Quill, any pronouns || system who's just chilling, writing, and hyperfixating. the most normal about Imp & Skizz and EPIC I promise (lie) || icon by hymnoeides

[casuallywritingandhyperfixating]

INTRO

Hello hello everyone! Been a bit, hasn't it? We're back with a revamped intro and all the reblogging goodness to come! Finally, the fact this is a multifandom blog is going to show /silly

Current interests:

Hermitcraft

Life Series

EPIC: The Musical

Stardew Valley

Loki

Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom

Feel free to send any asks or messages, especially about these. We don't bite!

Taglist below the cut! (Mostly for our own reference)

#demigod of yapping (rambling and chatting)

#epic the queue (queued posts)

#artsy corner (our fics and art)

#creative hall (others' fics and art)

#drop it in the mailbox hermes (ask box)

#quill's questions (questions and reblogging asks we've sent)

#ask game

#ask game: answered edition

Characters are usually just tagged with their name, or username in the case of MCYT (ex. #impulsesv, #goodtimeswithscar), and the same with various media. We sometimes reblog ship art/fics, but we tag them appropriately! (ex: #hermitshipping, #impdubs)

[clonerightsenthusiast]

Kiss The Homie Straight On The Mouth

[Life Series, Skizz/Tango, 1.6kt words]

Tango doesn't even have time to get an entire lungful of new air before Skizz's voice is booming his name.

He's standing across the circle, hands on his hips, easy smile on his lips and eyes laser focused on Tango. "Walk with me, buddy."

Snickers and eye rolls from the others, but Tango ignores them. He gladly follows the tugging in his chest like an invisible string towards Skizz - he'd done it, he'd already had a game to prove to everyone (and himself, more like) that he doesn't need to follow Skizz, that he can strike out on his own and succeed doing it, even, but it's a new game now. He doesn't need Skizz, but he wants him.

Skizz turns on his heel and marches into the woods without checking that he's following. Tango loyally dogs his steps, excitement building in his belly the way it always does when Skizz is up to something. It means that soon enough, they'll be up to something. And he's missed being up to something with Skizz.

[read on ao3]

Skizz leads them far enough away that the sounds of their friends fades into the distance, and then rounds on him. "Tango Top," he says meaningfully.

"Skizzleface," Tango shoots back cheerfully, posting up against a tree. He has a stupid grin on his face and he knows it, but he doesn't care - especially when Skizz has the same one valiantly fighting its way through his serious business facade.

Skizz steps into his space like he belongs there and Tango's stomach flutters because he does. Skizz has a good foot of height on Tango, and he uses it to loom over him, caging him in against the tree with the warm line of his body. Tango slouches harder against the rough bark, tilting his head up to meet those bright blue eyes, sparkling with mirth and affection. He basks in Skizz's full attention. There's a warm buzzing under his skin and he squirms in place, unable to stand still.

Skizz schools his face into a stern expression that doesn't fool Tango for a second. "Are you gonna murder me again this season, Top?" he asks.

Tango's grin cracks even wider. "Maaaaybe," he drawls, just to see Skizz scowl. "I guess we'll have to see."

"No," Skizz reprimands him. "You love me this season, I can tell."

"Well that's a different question," Tango laughs, because it's true. He'd loved Skizz the entire time they were enemies, loved him like a wildfire loves the trees.

"Nuh uh, homie," Skizz shoots back, sticking his tongue out like a child. Tango laughs harder. Skizz leans in closer, nose to nose with him. "We're friends again now."

Tango resists the urge to bite him just to hear him squawk, and instead says, pointedly ignoring him inches from his face to study his nails, "I don't know, I might get a better offer. I did pretty good without you, you know."

Skizz's eyes fly open in outrage. "Whu - buh - " His bushy eyebrows draw together in consternation. "You haven't even heard my offer yet!"

"So what're you waiting for?" Tango teases him, meeting his eyes again and tilting his chin up. "Lay it on me, Skippy!"

He sees the glint in Skizz's eyes the split second before he moves so he's already pushing up to meet him as Skizz crushes their lips together. One broad hand snakes around his waist to lay flat against Tango's lower back, pulling him up and into Skizz's warm bulk. The other takes a firm grip on the back of his head, thumb pressed into the hollow behind his ear, easily angling Tango's head right where he wants him.

Skizz kisses with laser-focused intensity. He kisses like he's on one of his ridiculous missions: reduce Tango to a quivering mess in five minutes or less. Tango throws his arms around Skizz's neck and digs his nails into his broad shoulders and kisses back to make it as difficult for him as possible, because he knows Skizz doesn't want to do anything that's easy.

When they finally separate, Tango is pleasantly lightheaded and warm all over. Skizz's hand has worked its way under his shirt, a brand of heat against his spine that's impossible to ignore. His thumb sweeps in tight arcs in the hollow under his ear and Tango makes a noise that would be embarrassing if there was anybody else around to hear it.

"It's a compelling offer, to be sure," he teases Skizz, drawing a short huff of laughter out of him. His breath fans out hot over Tango's cheek and resummons his broad grin.

"Let's see Bdubs top that, dude," Skizz says, playfully biting at Tango's jaw. Tango helpfully tilts his head to give him more room to work while he hums thoughtfully.

"You don't know what we got up to in those towers," he says, and cackles when Skizz bites him harder in retribution. "All right, all right, already," he says, rolling his eyes and tweaking one of Skizz's ears between his fingers. "Twist my arm. We can team up again."

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about, homie!" Skizz cheers, beaming a triumphant grin. Tango laughs and runs his fingers through the short hairs on the back of Skizz's neck. Everyone's going to make fun of them - if not everyone, then at least Cleo, and probably Etho and Bdubs, too. Maybe Impulse. Scar, even… But it's so nice having Skizz close enough to touch again. His whole body is buzzing with it. Skizz's fingers, unable to keep still, drum a happy beat against his lower back, and every touch sends a frisson of electricity up his spine. Who cares what everyone else thinks? He knows what he wants, and it's his for the taking.

Skizz's face softens into a dopey, affectionate smile. He leans in until their foreheads are pressed together, noses digging into cheeks and breath mingling in the scant inches between their lips. "I missed you, buddy," he confesses warmly.

Tango sighs, a soft, happy sound, then giggles, because it's impossible to keep the laughter from bubbling up around Skizz. "I maybe missed you, too, and stuff," he says, tightening his grip on Skizz's shoulders. "You know, a little."

"From you, Top, that's a love poem," Skizz drawls. Tango throws his head back and laughs, because yeah, maybe it is, a little. Skizz chases him and kisses him again while he's laughing, messy and off-center. He keeps trying, and Tango keeps laughing, until Skizz finally huffs in frustration, grabs his face in both hands, and holds him still long enough to land one. And then Tango forgets about laughing in favor of opening up to the warm press of Skizz's mouth on his. It's slower this time, softer, as Skizz pours his love and affection into every movement and Tango soaks it up like parched earth after rain.

When he finally pulls away, it's slowly, reluctantly, and he presses a last lingering kiss to the corner of Tango's mouth. "We should probably, you know, start getting tools and stuff."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Skippy," Tango says, refusing to relinquish his hold on him. "I got a tool right here."

"Terrible," Skizz deadpans. "You should be ashamed."

"Never," Tango declares. "No shame." He knows Skizz is right, and they need to get about the business of surviving, now that they've - ahem - sealed their alliance. But he can't even imagine taking his hands off of Skizz right now. "C'mon, we have at least until the creepers come out before we have to get underground."

"You're a bad influence," Skizz says in despair, but he also ducks his head to press a kiss under Tango's jaw, so Tango wins the argument. "I'm trying to keep us alive, here," he grumbles against Tango's neck, and makes no move to disengage.

"Oh, we're definitely dying first," Tango says cheerfully, letting his eyes slide closed. "It'll be just like old times."

Skizz rebukes him with a sharp nip, drawing out a squeak of protest. "It's your relentless optimism that really does it for me," he says dryly. "C'mon, we could do it. We could go the distance, dude."

Tango snorts. "Sure, the distance," he says. "All six feet of it."

Skizz huffs in frustration, and Tango rolls his eyes and then takes his face in both hands and reluctantly pulls him away from his neck to look him in the eyes. "Skizz," he says, with straightforward honesty. "I don't care if we die first. Let the sweats fight it out amongst themselves. I'm just here for a good time with my buddy. That work for you?"

Skizz's eyes once again soften and he turns his head, stubble scratching pleasantly against Tango's skin, to press a kiss to his palm. "Works for me, dude," he says warmly. "I'd rather die with you than live with somebody else."

"Sap," Tango accuses, to cover for the way his face flushes and his chest flutters.

Skizz winks at him. "But," he says, taking hold of Tango's hands and gently prying them off of his face, stepping back out of Tango's space and leaving him bereft and suddenly chilly. "That doesn't mean I'm not trying! And in the interest of both of us living a little longer, we're gonna go find somewhere to build a house."

"Ugh," Tango complains dramatically, allowing himself to be dragged after Skizz by one hand. "I'm not building it!"

Skizz gives his hand a yank and reels him in so he can wrap one burly arm around his neck, hauling him in sideways so Tango's shoulder is wedged into his ribs. "We'll see about that," he says, pressing his smile into Tango's wild yellow hair.

Tango grumbles loudly and at the same time leans into him further, snaking an arm beneath Skizz's suit jacket to curl around his waist. They stagger into the woods, tangled up together, squabbling affectionately, once again exactly where they're supposed to be.

[sarcosmiiic]

PLEASE KEEP THIS IN MIND:

we, as fans, do not have a right to private information. anything shared with us on this is a privilege. please do not abuse it. the cc's could shut down and never talk about it if we overwhelm them.

also, please keep in mind that ONE HERMIT and THE ENTIRETY OF HERMITCRAFT are NOT THE SAME THING. the entire fandom is not 'ruined' or 'completely unsafe' because of the actions of one person.

PLEASE DO NOT ASSUME THAT THE OTHER HERMITS KNEW ANYTHING ABOUT WHATEVER'S GOING ON WITH ISKALL. this is not some big conspiracy, it's the consequences of one person's actions. they weren't hiding this from us, that's not how hermitcraft works, they truly didn't know. they probably knew as much as us about this, so making it an 'us against them' situation is immature and shortsighted.

ALSO, I AM BEGGING EVERYONE TO PLEASE NOT SENSATIONALIZE THIS. PLEASE DO NOT TURN HATING ISKALL INTO A MEME OR A JOKE.

mcyt'ers being revealed to be less-than-great people is not a rare thing, sadly, but i've seen it turned into a joke/meme/trend in other fandoms. this both minimalizes the actual people's/victims' struggles, makes the entire situation feel less serious than it is, especially to outsiders looking in, and makes everyone in the fandom look immature, petty, unable to take anything seriously, and genuinely harmful.

this server, fandom, and community are not dying, it is not ruined forever, this is one (major, i'm not trying to minimalize it) issue that we're currently dealing with. it will be okay. we will move on. this is not the beginning of the end. please calm down. i love this fandom, god bless all of you. <3

edit: doc has said on stream that we will likely get more information as time passes. like i said, this is a PRIVILEGE. we are not OWED information. please be grateful for what we're given, and POLITELY ask questions if you must. if a cc doesn't give you the answer you want, or doesn't answer at all, LEAVE THEM ALONE. THIS IS NOT AN EXCUSE TO HARASS PEOPLE. the hermits are likely just as stressed out as us, if not probably more so, so please keep that in mind when contacting them.

don't freak out, we'll be okay, this is not the end of the world, nor is it the end of Hermitcraft. we will be okay.

second edit: please remember that (at least as far as we know) ISKALL AND STRESS WERE NOT KICKED OR BANNED. THEY LEFT OF THEIR OWN VOLITION.

ALSO!!! VERY IMPORTANT!!!

WE. DO. NOT. KNOW. EXACTLY. WHAT. HAPPENED.

PLEASE DO NOT ASSUME ANYTHING SIMPLY BASED OFF OF OTHER MCYT'ERS PAST ACTIONS/SCANDALS. WE DO NOT KNOW EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED. WE MIGHT NOT EVER KNOW EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED. WE NEED TO BE OKAY WITH THAT AND NOT DRAW OUR OWN CONCLUSIONS.

[adammonter]

ImpulseSV Zine? Want to it to be done?

So, Impulse doesn't have a fan zine and I thought maybe it would be fun to do one!

ImpulseSV Zine Interest Check!

I'm simply seeing if anyone is interested in partaking in a zine all about ImpulseSV!

[lovely-v]

It’s crazy and fucked up that being yourself is actually the solution.

[lovely-v]

It’s like. When I was told to “just be yourself” as a kid I thought it was a passive thing. Like oh easy I just have to sit here and be myself. but the reason so many people think that “being yourself” is bullshit advice is because you actually have to make active choices to do this and it WILL make your life way more fun. You have to wear t-shirts of bands that were popular ten years ago because you like them. You have to do your hair in a way that you find cute or comfortable even if it’s “so nineties”. If your friend says a food you enjoy is gross to them, you can’t be afraid to admit you casually disagree. You have to do hobbies that you’re interested in even if you’re bad at them and you cant feel like you have to get good at something before you tell people it’s an activity you do. You have to read manga and comic books in public and get piercings your relatives think are unattractive. You don’t have to tell people you dislike that you dislike them, but you don’t have to give them your time and attention either. You have to rewatch that kids show you’re nostalgic for even if you’re in your 30s. You have to change your name if you hate it, even if only a few close friends can know. You have to get fun girly drinks at the bar. You have to order hot chocolate when you don’t like coffee and black coffee when you don’t like sweet things. I am still bad at practicing this but it is the only way to make it all tolerable.

[metfell]

hey mcytblr how many of you are/might be systems

yes i am a system there's guys in here

i am probably a system but i'm not sure

i am most likely not a system but i'm not sure

i am a singlet <- this means you are just one guy. no other people in there.

Voting ended onOct 11, 2024

it feels like this group of fandoms is full of systems, like, far more than ive ever encountered in any other fandom and im so curious how many actually are plural. this includes all forms of being plural. because some people don't want to disclose such personal information you do not have to tell me in the tags or reblogs in any way, id just like to see the percents.

[blackwoolncrown]

pretty shitty how baseline human activities like singing, dancing and making art got turned into skills  instead of being seen as behaviors

so now it’s like ‘the point of doing them is to get good at them’ and not ‘this is a thing humans do, the way birds sing and bees make hives’.

[sonateharder]

I know I’ve posted this before, but it bears repeating.

This is a thing humans do; you don’t have to be good at it to enjoy it.

[screwstontx]

“i enjoy walking/going on walks”

“are you any good at it?”

??????

[blackwoolncrown]

Like…wtf!!! ^^^^^

[melon-official]

the clock's out of sync but we can fix it up, no problem

[tibbycaps]

O_O -_-

[everythingfox]

“Hands down, the fiercest bark I ever did hear”

(Source)

[meelkiewee]

Cleo!

I know I said next ones are gonna be Doc and Ren but I'm struggling to decide what percentage of furry I want Ren to be lol

[iridium-bookandquill]

ImpSkizztober Day 1: Golden Apple

Wordcount: 800

———

"Desert temple!" Skizz shouts, spotting the structure protruding from the sand as they fly over a desert. 

"Oh! That means a village should be nearby,” Gem remarks.

"Aren't we gonna explore the temple?" 

Grian shrugs, twisting in the air as he tries to spot a village with Gem. "I doubt it's worth it, anything it might have we've already got loads of. It's probably already been raided anyway." 

Skizz hums, casting a glance at Impulse. He glances down at the temple, then meets his eyes again. Impulse shrugs, but a little quirk of his lips is all the answer Skizz needs. 

"Me and Dippledop are gonna check anyway!" 

"I guess we can have a detour," Gem says. "I have brushes, we could look for sand to brush while they do that."

Grian doesn't look entirely convinced, but Skizz dives downward before he has any time to protest, Impulse flying close behind him. They land at the top of the pyramid together and exchange a grin before they hop into the temple. 

Dust and sand rain down from the ceiling as their rough entry disturbs it. Skizz shakes his wings, making sure no grime ends up in them. Impulse, meanwhile, immediately gets to digging a staircase. As soon as he notices, Skizz darts after him.

"Careful, dude, don't push me in!" Impulse warns, pressing against the wall. 

"I wouldn't!" 

The scene feels oddly familiar— but it is a pretty normal experience. Skizz is certain they've raided tons of these things together in the past. Still. It rings of something a little more meaningful. 

Skizz places torches behind Impulse to light the way, and they make it to the bottom without blowing anything up. The instant the pressure plate breaks, Skizz dives past Impulse for the chests, only grinning as he makes an offended noise. "Hey! I did all the work!" 

"Should've been faster if you wanted the loot!" 

He's tackled for that. They tumble directly into the space where the pressure plate had been moments before. Skizz is clumsy in the small space, wings too big for it as they flare out and only make his movements even more awkward. Impulse pins him down with ease and a challenging look, and Skizz groans playfully. 

"Fine! Fine, gosh, you can open them. I guess you earned it." 

"So kind of you to decide that." 

Just to make sure he gets it, Impulse doesn't get off of Skizz as he reaches for a chest. Skizz grumbles and tries to block him, but Impulse is quick this time, and opens the chest with a victorious, "Ah hah!" 

"Jerk," Skizz mutters, shoving him off. He giggles as Impulse flops to the floor and shoots him a glare, one hand still stuck in the chest. 

"You started it." 

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. What's in the chest, homeh buddeh?" 

"Uhh... sand, bones— oh!" 

"What, what?" 

Impulse lifts out a golden apple. A regular one, but it still shines in the torchlight. The metallic surface reflects more than just the light— it's memories for both of them, years of history, the moments that shaped the bond both metaphorically and literally tying them together. It's not the first golden apple Skizz has seen on Hermitcraft, of course. But there's something special about it. Maybe it's the fact it rests in Impulse's palm— the fact they found it here together, like old times.

“I feel like this is the least normal reaction to finding a golden apple this late in a season. We've both just been staring in awe for the last minute.” 

Skizz laughs, wrapping an arm around Impulse’s shoulders. “That's ‘cause it's special. To us.” 

He expects Impulse to shrug him off, but to his surprise, Impulse just hums, leaning back into his chest. He holds the apple gently in his hand, running a thumb over the golden surface. “Yeah.” 

Both fall quiet, lost in thought. Skizz lets his mind wander back to a board of quartz, a book of challenges, and a golden apple each.

Impulse turns suddenly, offering the apple to Skizz. “You should take it. Put it up on your wall.” 

Skizz grins. “It'd look good up there, huh?” 

“Better than the poop.” 

Skizz snatches the golden apple and swats him with a wing. Impulse laughs through a face full of feathers. 

“What are you boys doing down there?” Gem calls, startling them both. “Grian's leaving us behind for the village! Hurry up!” 

“Guess we should grab the rest of this stuff and go before Gem leaves us too,” Skizz chuckles. 

Impulse hums in agreement, collecting the rest of the chests’ contents. As he does so, his tail brushes Skizz’s leg, absentmindedly, but affectionate all the same. 

Skizz tucks the apple away in his inventory for safe keeping. 

Later, it's proudly displayed on his starter base wall.

[were--ralph]

PSA: Paypal on some more shady shit

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tag an artist save a life etc

[prismaticstarshch]

saw this on Twitter, so... here's a reminder to keep boycotting or start doing so if you were unaware of the boycotts!

also, remember to do your daily clicks here (it's 100% free to do; how it works is that it generates ad revenue that goes towards aiding Palestinians), spread word about what's going on, and donate to vetted fundraisers if you're able to!

[eydilily]

on a walk

(based on x)

[enkays-den]

They match each other's freak

[enkays-den]

The sequel

[zzoupz]

I've seen people worrying about Moodeng and Khao Kheow zoo in general, can't help but also notice literally everyone making accusations are foreigners who are not Thai/local and doesn't actually know about the zoo outside of socmed....

thankfully, some people are correcting the misinformation, as a fellow Thai and supporter of Khao Kheow zoo, I feel obligated to share it here

(^ this exactly!! there are a lot of zoos to attack in Thailand, Khao Kheow is NOT one of them. in term of both quality and ethics Khao Kheow is one of the best in Thailand, not a super high bar but yk)

(^ !!!! important too. aside from the keepers' safety its also so that it makes it easier to do checkups or treatments on her)

ok I think that's long enough and tackled many of the points the original tumblr callout made. If you want to read more check the comments in the link

also ahaha-

[zzoupz]

found this great twitter thread the debunks the claims about other animals in the zoo as well!

Link to vid

want to also add, the "Pang" is Pang Jim is a title! Pang is for female elephants, while males are Plai. so it's like elephants have their own version of Ms. and Mr. haha, I find that cute

images on the right are the tweets being quoted (for context)(they don't show up bc of course the guy spreading misinfo blocks every thais trying to explain lol)

that's everything in the thread

I have my own opinions to add, if you want to be mad at someone for the state of the zoo, be mad at the government for not funding them. khao kheow almost went bankrupt numerous times, especially during covid when the staffs had to pay out of their own pockets to keep the zoo running, when staffs accepted to have their salaries cut just to keep feeding the animals. the popularity of moodeng and the fact that the zoo gets more funds now due to influx of visitors should be celebrated!!!!! and their conservatory efforts despite working with so little should be praised!!!!!!!!

I'm pretty sure that's pretty much all to be addressed, have a good day everyone ✌️