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[fallenclan]

god im so normal about these cats can i draw them i beg they pretty also is ✨taken -either ✨ or 🔥

of course you can draw them! id love to see it :)

[hcguesstheauthormessageboard]

Just curious interest wise, what's the most read fics in the fandom? Is it canon compliant/divergence (within Hermitcraft/Life/any SMPs) or AUs (completely outside of HC SMP or Minecraft in general)

I can write and want to do both but there's only so much my microscopic sized motivation can handle so I have to choose

- 🔥

i think it definitely depends on each person and what they like to read. if people want to chime in with their favorite tropes or to recommend some fics, go for it!

[wolfieolfie]

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[bonesandthebees]

Lots of thoughts on this chapter. Since I don't have a lot of time, I'm going to go into heavy detail about my favorite line, and talk about the rest of the chapter tomorrow

“I lied,” Tommy shot back.

Two simple words. Two words to stab straight through to Ranboo's cold stone heart.

Ranboo's fucking terrified, you stated that, and I'm trying to think about what he's thinking right now. Obviously it's impossible to know that (unless you expand upon it later). Here's what I like to think though: that it hurt Ranboo, to know that Tommy lied, and for a second he felt a tiny fraction of the pain he dealt to Tommy. Maybe then he started to realize. He started to look outside of his own self interest for once in his fucking life. Ranboo did what he did out of selfishness and shortsightedness. Maybe this was the wakeup call he needed. Or maybe he holds no regrets.

Then there's the repeated use of the word lie in all of its forms. It helped me recognize an obvious motif that had been there the whole time, yet I never examined it closely.

At its core, Stars is a story about liars. Stars is built on a lie. The lie that Tommy and Wilbur were safe, that they could trust Eret, and that Tommy was going to take the throne. Since then, the brothers have not stopped lying, and people have not stopped lying to them. The brothers lie out of necessity. The people around them lie out of selfishness. Of course, both of these statements have their exceptions. These statements could be rendered completely false if the story was written through a different lens, such as Phil's perspective. However, we're in Wilbur's mind. We are seeing the consequences of the lies the brothers were told, and the rewards of them lying.

A reward, such as a smile, and fatherly pride.

And a consequence. Capture.

I wonder if this story will end where it began, with a lie, or if somebody will promise the truth.

Is truth necessary for trust?

(im screaming. im screaming, im not cause im in a tiny apartment and i dont want to alert the neighbors but i wish i could scream. they're fucked. they're fucked, they're fucked, oh no. aaaaaaaaaaaa)

HI FLAME oh i love this

you're right. stars is a story about liars. it's a story about lies and truth and all the grey areas between those two things and how complicated it can be. it's a story about what it means to trust, and what's required for trust. it's a story about messy people who don't know how to trust and aren't supposed to because of the environment they live in, but want to trust anyway because it's human nature.

is truth necessary for trust? that's kind of the question at the core of this entire story. what constitutes trust? can you really trust anyone in a world like this? what does it mean to actually trust someone?

it's a complicated topic and that's what this story explores. I love that you pointed out the lying motif. I read this ask and got so excited because you put it into words so perfectly. ty flame anon for pointing this out.

[oliviaischillin1204]

Yo not to get ahead of ourselves or anything, but like... imagine... Virgil getting tickled and his eyeshadow turning purple 😳💕 -🔥

[spoilers for ‘Sanders Asides: Flirting With Social Anxiety’!]

“Virgil...” Roman cooed. “Won’t you show me that smile, tickle-me-emo?”

As expected, Virgil dutifully shook his head, his hands clasped firmly over his mouth. It was funny, honestly, how un-subtle he was. Especially when he arched his back as Roman leaned over him, letting his shirt ride up and making no move to pull his hands away from his face to tug it back down.

Still, Roman knew the game they were playing, and he was ready to play his part.

“Oh, what a shame,” he sighed. “Looks like Virgil refuses to show me the glorious splendor that is his smile. I wonder what I can do to change his mind?”

He hummed pensively as he let his fingers drum over Virgil’s lower stomach. As expected, Virgil’s hands stayed firmly where they were, and they even seemed to press closer against his mouth to prevent any stray giggles from spilling out. Roman grinned. He leaned down, close to Virgil’s ear, and with as much teasiness as he could muster, he murmured, “Tickle tickle tickle.”

Virgil immediately started squealing, especially as Roman began scribbling his fingers rapidly all over his stomach, gently worming underneath his already riding-up shirt so he could scratch away at his lower ribs.

“A tickle tickle tickle! A ticky-ticky-ticky-ticky-tickle!” Roman’s chanting in Virgil’s ear turned even more babyish as he sped up the pace, blindly wiggling his fingers all over Virgil’s poor tummy. The emo side bucked over and over again, but it wasn’t enough to throw Roman off his hips, nor remove his hands from his stomach.

And throughout it all, his hands stayed up, still covering that gorgeous smile that Roman wanted-- nay, deserved-- to see. 

Roman tsked in faux annoyance, moving even closer to mouth again Virgil’s ear as he said, “We both know you love this, gigglebug. Why won’t you just admit it?”

Virgil only shook his head, his laughter completely audible through the hands covering his mouth. Roman sighed (because of both the role and the fact that he knew it would tickle Virgil horribly as he did) and sat back up.

“Since you so rudely refuse to admit how much you love this,” he said, “then I suppose I’ll just have to make you--”

Roman stopped talking. His hands, which had been idly scratching at Virgil’s pantline as he shifted himself upright again, went still.

There were a few beats of silence before Virgil cracked his eyes back open, slowly dropping his hands from his mouth to look at Roman in confusion.

“Uh, Princey?” he said. “You good?”

Suprisingly, Roman quirked his head a little.

“Yep,” he replied simply. “I wanna try something.”

Before Virgil could even process his words, Roman was diving back down and pressing a giant raspberry right on his exposed neck. Virgil made a noise that was not a shriek as his hands automatically went to shove Roman’s head away.

“Cheater!” he screeched, rubbing frantically at his neck while giggling madly. “Oh my God, that was fucking cheating--”

It took him a couple seconds to realize that Roman wasn’t attack him again; in fact, the creative side was grinning smugly and pointing to his face.

“I found your secret,” he cooed. Virgil stared blankly at him from several seconds before his eyes widened.

“No,” he insisted, scrambling for his phone on the bed beside him.

“Oh, yes!” Roman replied chipperly. Virgil hurried to pull up his phone camera-- and yep, there it was. Under his eyes, instead of the sloppy black eyeshadow he always wore, there were two large spots of sparkly purple eyeshow.

Virgil groaned. He dropped his phone and immediately hid his face in his hands, this time covering as much of his mouth and eyes as he could at the same time.

“No,” he whined. Even with eyes closed, he knew Roman was grinning wildly at him.

“You got all sparkly,” he teased, relishing in the way Virgil groaned again. “I dare say that might be even cuter than that sweet, precious, wonderful smile--”

Virgil shot a hand out to clumsily knock against Roman’s chest. “Shut up!”

That was a mistake, obviously. Because Roman immediately manged to grab the unruly arm by the wrist, pinning it to the mattress and smiling wickedly.

“Oh, this is a fun little game!” he said warmly. “You can either cover your pretty eyes or your pretty smile! Either way...”

He leaned forward, making Virgil yelp and scrunch his neck defensively. He moved so his free hand was covering his mouth again, but there was no hiding the electric hue of his bright purple eyeshadow anymore.

Roman grinned, once again leaning down to Virgil’s ear as he finished, “... We’ll both know that you love it.”

[nomstellations]

10 ft smoke man good. While I don’t put myself in the pred or prey category (observer all the way) i still like idea of him being protective of a specific agent because look everything in this place is dangerous and it gets worrysome yeah? Good mutual comfort for both parties and the touch starved demon gets some love and care - (idk if this is taken, but I’ll put a little flamey for smoke man) 🔥

That’s the exact kind of dynamic he has w my oc/self insert...he’s always looking out for her thanks to the nature of the facility, and at the slightest sign of danger he’ll warp her away to safety. Safety just so happens to be his unit, and just so he’s sure no harm will come to her...in she goes! He absolutely relishes in the contact but won’t admit it...

[creepy-bi-day]

I'm just really depressed and I feel like there's nothing else for me here.

Hon. I get it, trust me I do.

But also know that even when the world feels like it’s too much, you have people that love you. Okay?

You’re loved and we need you. You’re struggling, and that’s alright! You’re hurting and it’s hard, but please don’t give up.

Please, okay? You’re the only you on this earth, and we lose so many individuals each day. Please don’t give up honey.

You’re now Flame Anon, okay?

Because I don’t want you to let that flame go out. Keep fighting, and keep moving forward.

If it gets overwhelming, please reach out. I’m so proud of you for asking for help. I’m so proud of you for making it this far. I’m so proud of everything you’ve done and I’m so proud of how you’re continuing.

[teacupfulofstarshine]

Could I get a virtual hug, please? I've had a really hard day. ~🔥

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