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Whenever I see people use the name “xolotl” for Xisuma or Evil Xisuma , sometimes I wonder if it was on purpose because the Aztec god xolotl was the god of fire and lightning or if they’re just shortening axolotl. Also on the Wikipedia for xolotl, another name listed is “evil twin”
For whenever you're not busy! Art request of my guys Evil X and Wormman !! :D!
Quick colored sketch for @evil-xisapril prompt of „sidekick“ and the ask! (Its totally still the 3rd of April i would NEVER be late trust)
+the first messy sketch bc i like how it looks :3
Art dump of my new hiperfixation aka Evil Xisumavoid
(With the guest appearance of my Minecraft self)
In the fae train au, Evil Xisuma is some random human that Xisuma stole the name of ages ago. They were so pissed about it that they swore revenge and literally cracked time travel to chase him down.
They show up where they know the train will and pretend to be a different person to trick the train staff into taking him, disguising themselves as a passenger. The hermits always EVENTUALLY figure it out and kick them off but it's a reoccurring issue. They're always trying some new way to kill fae they researched and it fails every time because it's researched poorly. The only thing they've ever gotten correct was the iron weakness but they failed to account for the fact that Xisuma lives on a train that undoubtedly has loads of iron on it and became immune.
EVIL XISUMA HES MY FAVOURITE MOTHERFUCKER
Could I request a stimboard of Queerplatonic Evil X and Worm Man from Hermitcraft s5?
This is such a great request they’re the colors of the flag!! Look at these guys!! Love me some silly Minecraft men
💝 💣 💝 / 💣 💝 💣 / 💝 💣 💝
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“Why have I never seen you without your helmet?”
The question doesn’t surprise Ex - he’s heard it often enough.
They’re quiet, staring out over the lava lake, legs dangling precariously from where they hang on the edge of a nether fortress bridge.
For a time, Hels thinks they must not have heard him.
Then, he shrugs, “Nothing much to see, really, best to leave it on.”
“I doubt that.”
Ex glances at the knight. The warm light of glowstone and lava cast a shadow across his face that accentuates his already sharp features, and they feel a wisp of envy curl inside them, but it’s fleeting.
When you’ve lived as long as he has the resentment you hold for what you can’t have fades.
“Fine, if you really need proof,” in a move that neither they nor Hels expected he lifts his hands to the latches of their helmet.
There’s the hiss of compressed air and it takes a decent tug but it comes off easily as you would expect.
There’s no crackling lightning or stillness in the air to indicate the defiance of nature that has just taken place.
What Hels notices first is his hair, it’s white, but in a dirty way - darker at the roots as if it’s been a while since it had been dyed - it sticks out every which way, puffed up from the recent agitation.
Ex tilts their face slightly toward him.
Or at least that’s what he thought, but after a heartbeat, his mind makes sense of what his eyes have seen, which is to say - nothing.
Because Ex has no face.
From the corner of his eye, he thinks they might have some semblance of a nose, straight and small, maybe the impression of eyes red and beady, and a mouth stretched into a smile all too wide.
But no, Ex has no face.
The closer Hels looks, the more he searches, the more sure of this fact he becomes. Where the hair curls around his ears to brush their cheekbones there is nothing.
Nothing but a dark, vast expanse of pure Void.
The stars - are they stars? - swirl and drift in an entrancing pattern and Hels can feel his world spin with them, vertigo or a dance of their own making he can’t tell.
Then, the dance stops - is it disappointment he’s feeling, or dizzying relief?
Ex’s helmet is back on now, and, though the red-tinted visor hides what’s behind it, Hels knows he will never forget what’s there, which is to say - of course - nothing.
“Did you know,” they say conversationally, as if he had never removed the article in the first place, “that when one is born in the void, it can just as easily take back what it gave to you?”
It would be a long silence before either would speak again.
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