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|| olive || 21 || she/they || little lavender star ||

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Howdy, bonjour, and welcome to my blog!

art is tagged with #olivedraws

writing is tagged with #olivewrites

Multi-chapter fics are tagged with their name, the acronym and #olivewrites ( e.g. #devilsinthedetails #ditd )

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So you remember that fic you made a while back where all the Hermits had powers, save Grian? I was thinking about that a little bit ago and I realized how well it went with "Waiting on a Miracle" from Encanto! That's all, love your blog!!

OMG yes!!!! Encanto AU.....?

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Your (Obedient) Servant | tntduo animatic

[relaxxattack]

okay ive watched the whole thing now and the animation is SO smooth and SO expressive and SO on beat im actually losing my shit and everybody better watch this right now

[thunderbottle]

odcysm updated and i'm pleased to announce that odcysm!philza has returned to living in my head rent free

(reblog pls&thx!!!)

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From Eden (ch. 6)

"Phil," Wilbur interrupted, staring intensely at Technoblade, a pen gripped tightly in his hand and geometry homework abandoned on the coffee table.  "Phil."

Phil moved his gaze to the over, inhaling sharply. Technoblade had hunched over himself, hands gripped tightly into his braided hair. Another roll of thunder pierced the quiet, and a strangled noise escaped the pink-haired boy, something between a beg and a prayer.

find on A03 || ch. 1 || ch.2 || ch.3 || ch. 4 || ch. 5 || ch. 6 ||

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From Eden (ch. 7)

"Nothing's wrong with me," Wilbur sat up in his chair, glaring at Phil. Anger boiled beneath his skin, and Wilbur flexed his hands in and out of fists trying desperately to negate some of the overwhelming emotion.

"I never said there was," Phil put a pancake on a plate and placed it in front of the teen. "I just asked what was on your mind."

|| ch. 7 ||

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send some prompts for one-shots, I'm in the mood to write. DSMP or Hermitcraft are fine!

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thinking about causing problems on purpose

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I'm going to rewrite DITD I've decided

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thinking about causing problems on purpose

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Source: unknown

[balillee-deactivated20260220]

i miss techno's stupid tales from the smp characters. all of them were pigs and all of them had ridiculous personalities and he always used some ridiculous fake accent and all of them were absolutely insane. they were all stupid and i love them and i miss them karl jacobs bring back tales so we can see techno playing ridiculous one-off characters again

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From Eden (ch. 6)

"Phil," Wilbur interrupted, staring intensely at Technoblade, a pen gripped tightly in his hand and geometry homework abandoned on the coffee table.  "Phil."

Phil moved his gaze to the over, inhaling sharply. Technoblade had hunched over himself, hands gripped tightly into his braided hair. Another roll of thunder pierced the quiet, and a strangled noise escaped the pink-haired boy, something between a beg and a prayer.

find on A03 || ch. 1 || ch.2 || ch.3 || ch. 4 || ch. 5 || ch. 6 ||

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From Eden (ch. 6)

"Phil," Wilbur interrupted, staring intensely at Technoblade, a pen gripped tightly in his hand and geometry homework abandoned on the coffee table.  "Phil."

Phil moved his gaze to the over, inhaling sharply. Technoblade had hunched over himself, hands gripped tightly into his braided hair. Another roll of thunder pierced the quiet, and a strangled noise escaped the pink-haired boy, something between a beg and a prayer.

find on A03 || ch. 1 || ch.2 || ch.3 || ch. 4 || ch. 5 || ch. 6 ||

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From Eden

A week later, the rumors of the end of the world started. Wilbur would rock the babies to sleep in the nursery while his Aunts spoke in hushed tones about the Prophet and his Chosen, and how in the next year the Blood God was supposed to return. They spoke about the Chosen one, and Wilbur would pray that his brother was alright when they described his crazed ramblings and shaking hands.

Wilbur prayed a lot, these days.

Or;

Wilbur and Technoblade grew up in a doomsday cult. Phil helps them heal from the aftermath.

Chapter One

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Technoblade squeezed his eyes shut. If he didn’t answer the door, Phil would be furious. Then he would hit Techno just like the Prophet would. However, if Technoblade didn’t answer the door Phil might take it away. He might make Techno sleep outside in the dog shed. The Prophet said it's where he belonged for speaking back.

Chapter Two

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Wilbur broke off into choked sobs, covering his mouth with his hands. Tears flowed fast and heavy down his face.

"It's okay, Wilbur. This is all very new and very confusing. When we make a mistake, or hurt someone's feelings, we just have to apologize with our words. Then, we follow through and try not to make the same mistake again. We don't have to repent or atone. Just learn, grow and become better people."

"I don't know how," Wilbur admitted, heaving for air.

"That's alright. That's what I'm here for," Phil reminded softly. "Technoblade is here to help as well."

Chapter Three

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A sudden realization made Wilbur's tears come back fullforce. He was actively disobeying the Prophet. He was wearing other colours than white, speaking to outsiders and speaking to Technoblade, a fallen member. He had forgotten his duties as a Hive member- cooking, cleaning and taking care of the children- to satisfy his own selfish desires of reading and taking walks. He was thinking of himself as a person, not an instrument in God's plan. He should be punished! God should have been sending bad things to happen to him, but Wilbur had been here a week and nothing had happened. He hadn't been cursed with illness or struck mute. He hadn't been injured in a horrible accident or killed on the street corner.

The Prophet couldn't be wrong, but nothing he predicted and promised had come true, a fact that Wilbur found himself struggling to comprehend.

Chapter Four

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Tommy was crying.

Wilbur woke with a start, sitting straight up. The clock on his bedside filled his room with a dull glow, the red barely illuminating the room.

1:47 a.m., and Tommy was crying. Wilbur moved from his bed, gently moving across the room to the door. He could hear Phil leave his room, quietly making his way over to Tommy's bedroom, as the child continued to wail.

Chapter 5

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From Eden

A week later, the rumors of the end of the world started. Wilbur would rock the babies to sleep in the nursery while his Aunts spoke in hushed tones about the Prophet and his Chosen, and how in the next year the Blood God was supposed to return. They spoke about the Chosen one, and Wilbur would pray that his brother was alright when they described his crazed ramblings and shaking hands.

Wilbur prayed a lot, these days.

Or;

Wilbur and Technoblade grew up in a doomsday cult. Phil helps them heal from the aftermath.

Chapter One

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Technoblade squeezed his eyes shut. If he didn’t answer the door, Phil would be furious. Then he would hit Techno just like the Prophet would. However, if Technoblade didn’t answer the door Phil might take it away. He might make Techno sleep outside in the dog shed. The Prophet said it's where he belonged for speaking back.

Chapter Two

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Wilbur broke off into choked sobs, covering his mouth with his hands. Tears flowed fast and heavy down his face.

"It's okay, Wilbur. This is all very new and very confusing. When we make a mistake, or hurt someone's feelings, we just have to apologize with our words. Then, we follow through and try not to make the same mistake again. We don't have to repent or atone. Just learn, grow and become better people."

"I don't know how," Wilbur admitted, heaving for air.

"That's alright. That's what I'm here for," Phil reminded softly. "Technoblade is here to help as well."

Chapter Three

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A sudden realization made Wilbur's tears come back fullforce. He was actively disobeying the Prophet. He was wearing other colours than white, speaking to outsiders and speaking to Technoblade, a fallen member. He had forgotten his duties as a Hive member- cooking, cleaning and taking care of the children- to satisfy his own selfish desires of reading and taking walks. He was thinking of himself as a person, not an instrument in God's plan. He should be punished! God should have been sending bad things to happen to him, but Wilbur had been here a week and nothing had happened. He hadn't been cursed with illness or struck mute. He hadn't been injured in a horrible accident or killed on the street corner.

The Prophet couldn't be wrong, but nothing he predicted and promised had come true, a fact that Wilbur found himself struggling to comprehend.

Chapter Four

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Tommy was crying.

Wilbur woke with a start, sitting straight up. The clock on his bedside filled his room with a dull glow, the red barely illuminating the room.

1:47 a.m., and Tommy was crying. Wilbur moved from his bed, gently moving across the room to the door. He could hear Phil leave his room, quietly making his way over to Tommy's bedroom, as the child continued to wail.

Chapter 5

[ultimatescarfan]

Xisuma headcannons did well so

~EVIL XISUMA HEADCANNONS~

(Note author is sleep deprived and knows only the basics of Evil Xisuma Lore™, Tell me if one of these contradicts cannon!)

- While Xisuma is a shapeshifter, Ex is simply some guy in a repainted doom cosplay

- Works in doof logic, Meaning each new villian plot is based on some random backstory

- "You see Xisuma- When I was I child I lost a game of monopoly, so I've decided to BECOME THE RICHEST HERMIT THE SERVER HAS EVER SEEN!"

- Don't think he's ever taken off his helmet, Probably because his hair is in a permanent state of bedhair and is embarrassed about it.

- Stinks of lava and coal. Needs a bath.

- Red green colourblind, Because I find it hilarious if he was trying to pose as Xisuma and,,, Messed up the colour, then just rolled with it.

- "Haha! I am totally Xisuma! I love being an Admin! How do you do my fellow hermits and crafts?" "Why are you red..?" "Wh- Oh- Uhhhhhhh BECAUSE I-I'M UH AN EVIL XISUMA OF COURSE, RED IS AN EVIL COLOUR... YES."

- Actually now that I think of it, Him being Evil because of some dumb lie he made on the spot is amazing.

- Favorite animal is giraffes because of spite. I will not elaborate. May have a plushie giraffe collection he refuses tell anyone he has

- Has to work a day shift because evil doesn't pay well. Not uncommon to see him working at a local hermit shop. Only thing that's different is he's wearing a very fake mustache. Somehow this always works. No one knows why.

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“Let him in”

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This didn’t come out too edgy didn’t it? STILL, a lil sketchy continuation for the Blood God disciple Mumbo