Art dump of all the random doodles that I’ve collected but didnt feel like making pretty or were too cringe for their own post
A lot of them are from the hermit vore discord but have nothing to do with hermitcraft. Except the seaspeaker one and the voreception empires one we were fucking around with lol; they’re like nesting dolls
Hello, Hello. I am here to deliver on what I promised, which was indeed a vore fic. Hopefully the first to many, as this will have a second part and I've already written another scenario within this universe. Enjoy! :D
Content warnings: contains safe, soft vore
Jimmy's POV
It was just Jimmy's rotten luck this would happen to him. He went outside of the house for one minute. He simply wanted to enjoy the sun for a second while everyone settled into their temporary home for the harsh winter. He hadn't been paying attention when the blizzard struck so suddenly. The sun blotted out in an instant, the snow fell fast, and he wasn't near enough to the house to find it easily at all.
Now, Jimmy was stuck outside in a near blinding storm, with no sense of where he even was. The gales were so harsh he had to keep his wings tucked in close to his spine lest he get swept away by the wind and snow, and he held his arms close to his chest to conserve the body heat that was quickly being stolen from him. He had some hope in knowing the general direction of the town. He may have wandered far from the house his family was in, but he hadn't gone far from the town. He knew there was a house nearby. The only difficult part was the visibility and if any house had left their porch light on.
Jimmy trudged through the falling snow that began to quickly build around him making it difficult to traverse through. He was shivering and knew that if he didn't find somewhere safe soon, he'd likely freeze to death.
Then thew the falling snow he could see a light. He moved quickly towards it and wanted to cry in relief when he saw it was the porch light to a giant house. He quickly found a way inside, not really thinking much of the conveniently sized mousehole looking entrance next to the large door. Well, he may have found it odd, but he was too worried about not freezing to death.
He shook the snow off of himself and his feathers, and realized it was just as cold in here as it was outside. Jimmy was grateful to be out of the wind and snow but clearly the giant that lived here hadn't been prepared before hibernation took hold.
Jimmy considered that the occupant of the house may be awake with the kitchen light and a lamp in the living room on, but with how cold it was, it was more likely they had simply forgotten to turn it on. Then he noticed the large figure sitting slightly slumped over on the couch.
For a moment Jimmy thought the giant may be awake and his heart jumped before realizing the figures slumped posture and their head tilted to one side meant they were asleep. That cannot be a pleasant position to have fallen asleep in.
Jimmy breathed a sigh of relief. Grian would have told him how stupid he was for not being attentive enough and Joel would have fussed at him for even getting scared of the giant. Joel was always a little too proud for his small stature.
The giant had fire for hair which wasn't exactly common. Jimmy had heard of blazeborns, but had never really seen one before coming to this town. He had actually seen this specific giant before in the house his family had chosen to stay in while they scouted it out. He had been shocked to see a blazeborn as they were quite rare in the overworld from what he had heard.
He would never admit it to his brothers but he had felt a pull towards the blazeborn giant at the time. A pull he was always told to ignore; the want to be as close as possible to the giant. That safety and protection from anything and everything existed within that giant. He had to force himself to look away from the giant before his brothers could say anything to him for looking too long.
He had silently mourned when the blazeborn left, convinced that he may never again see what he was sure was his soulmate. Then he went outside when he wasn't supposed to and now he was in the house of that very same giant. Fate was funny in that way, wasn't it?
Although, Jimmy did note that the giants hair was now a shade of dark red when he was sure that before it was more of a yellow-orange.
Jimmy frowned. Sure, blazes were made of fire and must have higher body temperatures because of it, but with the house being as cold as it was Jimmy couldn't help but worry for the giant's wellbeing. He could already hear Joel and Grian fussing at him for even thinking about worrying for a giant. Giants weren't worth a tinies time, and they didn't care about tinies beyond what tinies could do for giants and blah blah blah.
Jimmy never understood why giants weren't worthy of his compassion, and his brothers weren't here to make fun of him for it.
Jimmy shivered, and remembered he should probably be worrying more about warming himself up than a giant who had a better chance at recovering from the cold then he. He made his way further into the house to get a better idea of the layout and saw a worrying lack of food laid out in the kitchen. Another anomaly as he was used to giants often laying out all of their food in an easy to grab space. There was an unopened box upon the kitchen counter. On the side of this box was written in black letters "For Tango." Jimmy was sure he had heard the giant be called something like that at the other house.
Jimmy looked back at the sleeping Tango with a confused look. What could have possibly been so much more important than preparing for hibernation? Typically while scouting, always a week or two before the cold set in, he would watch giants prep for winter. They would stock up on food that wouldn't go bad easily and gather firewood to keep as constant of a fire as possible for when they had brief moments of wakefulness.
Tango seemed to have a fair amount of firewood, he noted as he looked towards the unlit fireplace. At least he had firewood, although it didn't seem Tango had the forethought to light a fire before falling asleep.
Jimmy noticed a laptop in the lap of the sleeping giant, it wasn't something he considered imperative to take note of before now. Tango's hands laid upon the keys of the computer as if he simply fell asleep while typing something. The computer itself lay lifeless, either dead or simply in sleep mode.
He was curious as to what was so important to the giant that he felt the need to work on it until he was forced to fall asleep in such an unprepared manner.
Jimmy rubbed his arms to try to bring some warmth back to them and sighed when it didn't warm him up as much as he would have liked. His teeth chattered and he still wasn't any closer to possibly finding a way to warm up. The fireplace wasn't lit and Jimmy wouldn't know how to start even a tiny fire. Maybe if Tango woke up he would light a fire. Whenever that would be.
The only thing likely to warm him up was the giant blazeborn that sat motionless, and he was always taught never to even be seen by giants much less touch one. No one else was here to tell him it was a bad idea though, and despite everything he had been told every fiber of his being wanted to be close to the blazeborn.
Jimmy made his way over to the sleeping giant, desperate to feel some kind of safety and less alone in this situation. Jimmy was in the middle of the living room, with no way to easily get out of sight when a groan pervaded the silence of the room and as if Jimmy's presence had been sensed the previously still giant began to move.
Jimmy paused in his steps as Tango righted his head and brought a hand up to rub at a crick in his neck. Then his eyes opened and his red eyes landed upon Jimmy's small form.
Jimmy's heart pounded in his chest as Tango tried to register what Jimmy was. There was a brief moment of stillness between the two before Tango turned his head groggily to look out a nearby window. Panic plastered itself over the giant's previously sleepy expression as he saw the raging blizzard outside.
"Shit, I didn't-" he stood suddenly and the laptop fell from his lap with a clatter. Tango scrambled to pick it up, and set it calmly on the nearby coffee table.
"It's freezing! I forgot to- and I didn't open Skizz's- I hadn't even bought- why did winter have to come so early?!" Jimmy watched in confusion, and apprehension as Tango voiced his panicked thoughts.
Jimmy thought Tango may have forgotten he was there but then he looked back at Jimmy who hadn't even moved from his spot in the middle of the room, and he gave Jimmy an apologetic smile through his panic.
"One moment please," Tango said. He ran a hand through his hair, shivered from the cold, closed his eyes and took in a deep breath before walking to the fire place where he started a fire fairly quickly. The flood of warmth and light was a welcome relief but the fire didn't immediately chase the chill away that seemed to burrow itself beneath his skin.
Jimmy was sure that he should be looking for a place to hide with the opportunity he'd been given, his family wouldn't want him being seen, but he didn't want to hide from this giant. That feeling to just stay close to the giant overriding any previous warnings he'd been given.
Tango went into the kitchen next, where he opened the box on the counter and sighed with relief. "Skizz… you're a life saver," he muttered, as he began pulling out nonperishable snacks and meals to lay out on the counter.
With another deep breath, Tango turned around and his eyes landed on Jimmy once more.
"Did you come in from the storm?" Tango asked going back to the couch. Jimmy did take note of Tango choosing not to eat anything, finding it odd when in past experiences he'd seen giants wake to only eat during the winter. Jimmy nodded but Tango hadn't been looking at him, as he picked up the laptop and attempted to turn it on.
"Yes… I got seperated from my group," Jimmy answered, "they're in another house."
Tango looked disappointed when the computer didn't turn on, but he just closed it and set it to the side, returning his attention back to the Jimmy.
"That sucks… and I'm so sorry about the state of… well everything." Despite the fire now crackling and warming up the room slowly, Tango shivered again. His hair had stayed a dim red since waking. "and if I'm freezing, I can't even imagine how you must be feeling, especially if you just came in from the storm... goodness are you alright?"
Jimmy was a little taken aback by the demeanor of this giant. Everything he'd heard about them was how inconsiderate they were to tinies, that they either wanted nothing to do with tinies, viewed them as pests or as something to be used. This giant was actively apologizing to him for being unprepared for his own hibernation, and worrying about Jimmy's wellbeing.
"I feel like I've been frozen to the bone so I'm not feeling… awesome," Jimmy responded truthfully.
Tango frowned as he looked at the fireplace and then back to Jimmy's shivering form. "I don't think the fire will warm you up fast enough, would you like for me to try to warm you up? I'm probably more comfortable than the brick around the fireplace anyway. I'm Tango, by the way."
"I'm Jimmy, and yes, that sounds like a great idea," Jimmy said, trying to not seem desperate in his want to be close to Tango. He was sure Tango must be feeling some similar way, but Jimmy wasn't sure how exactly giants knew if they met their soulmate.
Jimmy flapped his wings and flew up to the couch where Tango allowed him to be in his lap. Jimmy sat on Tango's thigh and leaned against his abdomen to get as much warmth from the blazeborn as possible.
Tango wasn't warm enough. His clothes and skin still cold from sleeping in such an open space. The air was still too cold.
Jimmy was literally as close as physically possible to Tango and he still felt he wasn't close enough.
"What about you?" Jimmy said through chattering teeth as he tried to push himself closer to Tango and what little warmth he emitted.
"What about me?" Tango said. Jimmy could feel Tango shivering himself.
"Are you alright? You're also cold."
"I run warmer than most, so the cold doesn't really affect me the same way it does others."
"Yes… but your hair is quite a dark shade of red… shouldn't it be… I don't know… lighter?"
Tango was quiet for a second before muttering to himself, "How long was I out for…?"
Tango ran his fingers through his hair. Tango paused before taking in a sharp breath filled with anxiety.
"I should be fine…" Tango said with uncertainty, "I probably just need to eat…"
At the mention of eating, Jimmy could hear Tango's stomach grumble. Jimmy looked towards the kitchen at all the food he had laid out not too long ago, but Jimmy got the feeling Tango wasn't looking where he was.
"So… I'm sure you've also noticed the connection between us, right?"
"I have," Jimmy said, half guessing where this could be going.
"I'm pretty sure we're soulmates…" Tango said before becoming nervous, "and I wouldn't really mention this if this situation was better, but would it be alright if I… could swallow you?"
Jimmy was quiet for a moment as he thought it over. He didn't really like the idea of being swallowed by a being much bigger than him, but his instincts buzzed excitedly beneath his skin at the mention of being closer than he already was. His stress and worry was melting away at the idea that anything that wished him harm, including the cold, couldn't reach him. He couldn't imagine wanting to be anywhere else.
"I say this as my hair being as red as it is means I may have gotten a little too cold and my inner flame is at risk of going out, which I'm sure you can imagine what that may mean for me… with you as my soulmate you'd provide me enough energy to be able to reignite it as I barely have enough energy to keep myself awake right now, and you would also be able to warm up much faster," Tango yawned at the mention of his own energy being low, "or… we can totally forget I mentioned it, I can just eat some of the food Skizz left me, and I'll just hope for the best… Skizz comes over sometimes to check on me, although I'm not sure when he will be able to with this storm…"
Tango's eyes fluttered closed as he began to fall asleep. Jimmy looked over at the fire Tango had started and then once again took in the color of Tango's hair. When that fire goes out both of them would be at the mercy of whatever temperature it was outside, and if Tango's inner fire goes out...
They had to do this fast if they were going to do this.
"Tango!" Jimmy yelled. Tango's eyes flew open with a gasp.
"What?" Tango said exhaustion in his voice.
"Yes, swallow me," Jimmy said, "I want you to."
Tango offered his hand to Jimmy and when he stepped on he was lifted up to be face level with Tango. Tango used his other hand to stifle another yawn before he gave Jimmy a loopy smile.
"Is it a bad time to admit I've never done this?" Tango joked.
"What? Swallowed a tiny?" Jimmy asked, confusion furrowing his brow as he tried to figure out why this was relevant, "I would hope it wouldn't be commonplace for giants."
"It's not," Tango shrugged, "I just realized how easy it could be to hurt you, and I don't think I've ever swallowed anything as big as you, you're kinda tall for a tiny."
Tango was definitely loopy after almost falling back into hibernation. He was on the verge of falling asleep. Although, after mentioning how easy it could be to hurt Jimmy, he could only imagine all the ways this could go wrong for him. Tango's teeth did look pretty sharp and if Tango wasn't fully aware of himself…
Jimmy didn't really have time to worry about that.
"I am a little bit taller than the average tiny but you're like ten times bigger than me."
"I don't think that exactly correlates to how easy it would be to swallow you."
"Why are we even having this discussion," Jimmy said with exasperation, "if you hadn't noticed, you're kinda actively falling asleep!"
"Hmm? Oh, that is true," Tango seemed to think for a second before bringing his hand with Jimmy on it up to his mouth. He opened his mouth allowing Jimmy to get a better look at his teeth and yep, those teeth were quite sharp looking. Tango fortunately was aware of that and stuck his tongue out covering his lower teeth and lip. Jimmy hesitated before deciding to just go for it. Not really time to consider the best way to go about this when Tango was actively fighting sleep.
He awkwardly crawled into Tango's mouth, keeping his wings tucked as flat as possible against his back and sides as to not nick them on any of Tango's upper teeth. Tango drew the rest of Jimmy into his mouth with his tongue when Jimmy couldn't pull himself in any further. Tango closed his mouth carefully around Jimmy, probably due to worrying about any of Jimmy's appendages being caught between his teeth.
Jimmy's bird instincts came alive as an anxiety came over him from being in an enclosed space. It also didn't help that what his brain perceived as a cage was alive and moving. The tongue he lay on moving ever so slightly, and warm damp breath washing over him. He tried his best to reassure himself that it would be alright. He couldn't spiral now, and certainly not because his bird brain won out over his human one.
Instead he focused on the instincts that wanted this and allowed that to override any anxieties. It was warm. It was safe. Everything would be okay. This was how things were meant to be.
A questioning but worried hum filled the space he was in.
"I'm fine," Jimmy said in response to Tango's hum, "Go ahead."
Jimmy tensed as his environment began to move. Everything tilted and Jimmy was sliding towards the back of the throat. Glk. Tango swallowed and Jimmy was sucked into the tight esophagus. It pulled and squeezed at Jimmy, attempting to drag him into the core of the blazeborn's body.
Tango made a small sound of discomfort before another gulp dragged Jimmy fully into the throat and out of Tango's mouth. Jimmy could feel the smaller swallows that undulated around him, pulling him further into Tango as an attempt to clear him from the windpipe quickly.
The tight tube let up sligtly as Jimmy slid into the chest where he could hear the beating of Tango's heart and wooshing of air into lungs much larger than his own. The muscles of the esophagus felt soothing, no longer as tight and massaging him downwards.
He noticed the heart began to slow to a calmer pace as peristalsis moved him through the chest. Tango must've fallen asleep as soon as Jimmy cleared his wind pipe.
The journey ended far sooner than Jimmy expected and he was squeezed into the stomach where he was welcomed by Tango's stomach gurgling satisfactorily, happy to have something in it. The space seemed slightly cramped but the walls fortunately had a lot of give Jimmy realized as he stretched his limbs out.
Jimmy didn't really know what to think of where he was right now. His instincts rewarded him as a wave of peace and calm fell over him at being in the core of his soulmate. Joel and Grian would kill him when they found out he'd found his soulmate and allowed himself to be a battery for one of their larger counterparts. It was awfully warm though. So much cozier than that blizzard despite the sliminess of it all, but even that wasn't exactly an uncomfortable element for Jimmy.
Jimmy felt the exact moment the transfer of his energy to Tango began. It felt like some invisible force was pulling at something from inside him. It was there and gone and then, probably for the first time in his entire life, Jimmy felt exhausted.
Tango gasped and the movement around Jimmy meant he probably managed to wake himself up after his brief nap.
"Jimmy, are you alright?" Tango asked in a low voice as if he was afraid to talk too loud. His voice vibrated through Jimmy and felt as if it came from all around.
"I'm exhausted…" Jimmy mumbled, not really able to think of much else to say.
"I guess I took a lot of your energy… I do feel quite energized, is this how tinies feel all the time?"
"Do you giants feel this tired all the time?" Jimmy retorted with a yawn.
"Probably," Jimmy could hear the smile in Tango voice, "Do you want out?"
"No!" Jimmy exclaimed, shooting up, then felt his face heat up at his sudden outburst, "I mean… I'm really tired, and it is quite warm in here compared to out there…"
Tango chuckled, "Alright, you can stay in there for as long as you'd like, I think I'm going to work on my game for a bit, I'm going to get up to find my charger but after that, I won't be moving around too much so you won't have to worry about being woken up, let me know when your ready to be let out, okay?"
"Okay…" Jimmy said allowing himself to finally give in to his exhaustion.
He began to drift off into the deepest sleep he's ever had as the space around shifted and began to rock in a comforting motion as Tango walked.
As his consciousness faded, Jimmy heard Tango mutter to himself, "I can't wait to tell Skizz and Impulse about this."
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Haiii! Hope you enjoyed! I do have plans for a part 2 told from Tango's POV and eventually, I plan on introducing other members of the lifeseries. This soulmate concept if you couldn't tell is very much based on double life, but I have decided due to personal choice that not every soulmate will line up with canon.
It's my AU and I choose the romantic and mainly platonic ships.
Okay this is one I already sketched once so I know it’s a good idea: scar & Jim during the first session of wl where all the size stuff is going on, Jim is all small and scar is pretty big and there’s a ton of mobs around. Scar is scared of Jim getting hurt and needs to keep an eye on him while he fights so he pops him in his mouth. At this point it’s either just him being squished by tongue or maybe an explosion knocks scar over and he gets thrown into his throat
Scar grunted as another skeleton shot him, he turned and pushed it off the mountain with his shield, quickly turning back to the cherry forrest to look for Jimmy. The two had been playing around with the sizes while climbing the mountain and neither had realized the sun was going down until they'd made it to the top- Jimmy had gone down to the smallest height last Scar remembered, and with these mobs he was worried the other wouldn't be able to grow back soon enough. Scar felt a pit form in his stomach as he heard a small, squeaked out yelp from the other- guilt invaded his mind over having been separated from his smaller companion.
"I'm coming Jim!" He called out, using a stone axe to cut a zombie's chest, only having just noticed it from it's groan. He took a few deep breaths and looked around more, eyes on the ground- there. Hiding amongst some fallen cherry blossoms was Jimmy, looking up at a quickly approaching mob. Scar waisted no time as he rushed over and crouched above Tim, his shield raised against a spider. "You doing okay?"
"Not- not really-" Jimmy stuttered out, looking up at his friend with big brown eyes full of fear. Scar sighed and grabbed Jimmy with his free hand, he pushed the spider back again and quickly backed up. He held Jimmy to his chest as he took deep breaths, his heart pounding as he looked at the mobs surrounding them.
He couldn't fight them and protect Jimmy at the same time. He needed both hands, his shield to ward off mobs, and his sword to actually kill them. He couldn't do that while holding Jimmy. Scar's mind raced as his eyes flew rapidly between mobs that were steadily getting closer- until an idea came to him. He took a thick gulp, feeling a bit nervous, but what else could he do?
"Sorry Tim-" He said, and before the smaller could question it, he was shoving Jimmy inside of his mouth.
Jimmy yelped as he was practically thrown into a dark, wet maw. He squirmed, trying to push himself up but was met with the roof of Scar's mouth- which got much closer when the tongue under him pressed up. Jimmy let out a small gasp as his hands slipped on saliva, and his belly was pressed against a slimey muscle that pressed him against a hard pallet. He both heard and felt a swallow ahead of him, the tongue squishing more and doing a wave motion, leading to a loud 'gllk' as some of the spit got sucked into the fleshy tunnel Jimmy couldn't see.
Tim shivered as the reality of the situation pressed down on him. He was inside Scar's mouth, and he had no way out.
He tried to squirm a bit more, but was met with a soft exhale of warm air, adding to the humidity of the "room". He shivered a bit, remembering the mobs he took a second to think- Scar wouldn't just eat him for no reason right? He listened close, and sure enough he could hear a rapid, but faint heartbeat from below, followed now by a few grunts from the giant.
That was it, Scar was fighting the mobs and Jimmy was supposed to be safe in his mouth- although it didn't feel like the safe option, he guessed it was better than nothing. Jim sighed and tried to relax, pressing into the tongue a bit more as he focused on the sound of Scar's breathing. There wasn't much else he could do but wait, so that's what he did.
Part 1
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Word Count: 2.4k
Character(s): Joel, Xisuma, Doc, Cub, Zed
Summary: After the failed mansion raid, Joel heads to the medical bay, and Doc helps him. But what is he supposed to do with the admin still inside him?
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Joel winced as Doc poked at his shoulder injury, and Doc gave him an unimpressed look.
“Seriously, Joel? Putting yourself in a dangerous situation, alone, no less?” Doc scolded, turning away and grabbing bandages and gauze from a cabinet nearby before returning to Joel’s side. “You’re lucky I know how to dress wounds.”
Joel bit his tongue as Doc applied gauze to the wound, turning his head away and closing his eyes.
“Relax,” Doc instructed, and Joel forced the tension out of his limbs. It only worked for about a minute, until Doc jostled the injury, and Joel let out a pained hiss. “All done,” Doc declared as he stepped back, giving Joel another once-over.
“Now that that’s settled, should I even ask how you ended up in that situation?” Doc asked, his tone unimpressed.
“Just a stupid mansion raid, they swarmed me,” Joel muttered, frowning.
“Wonderful. And, I suppose, your first lesson on the Hermitcraft server is; Don’t go into woodland mansions alone,” Doc commented dryly.
“Yeah, thanks,” Joel muttered, wincing as his hand drifted to his shoulder once again. He grabbed his bloodied shirt, that was laying next to him on the cot, his face scrunching up at the thought of putting it back on.
“Here, take this,” Doc called, throwing him a white shirt that he had grabbed from the closet. “And don’t even think about moving, you’re gonna be staying here tonight.”
“What?!” Joel exclaimed, a dismayed look crossing his face as he turned back to Doc.
“You thought we were letting you go? You just tangled with a vindicator, we’ve gotta make sure you haven’t got magic poisoning. Cub will be checking up on you, he’s much better with magic sickness than most Hermits.”
Joel let out a melodramatic groan as he fell back onto the cot, staring at the ceiling of the carefully-constructed medical bay. The thought of staying in the sterile, white building made him nauseous.
Wait, no, that was from the Admin inside him, moving.
Joel listened as Doc closed the door to the room behind him. He pulled the shirt on after a few seconds of silence, and he let out a frustrated sigh. These hermits and their worry. He was fine! Probably. Though it didn’t matter if he was or not, Xisuma was less okay than he was, but he needed a chance to let him out. If he did it now, before Cub got here, could he say that Xisuma had come in here and he had found him? Would they believe it? Better question, would they push it?
“Smallbeans?” came a soft murmur, followed by a hand pressing against his stomach lining, which drew him out of his thoughts.
“Hey, Xisuma,” he answered, resting a hand on his stomach. “Welcome back. Ready to come out now?”
“Where are we? Is it okay to?” He still sounded out of it. Was it safe to let him out? Joel didn't know what his mental state could be. Maybe he shouldn’t.
“Joel?” That wasn’t Xisuma. Joel sat straight up, the movement throwing Xisuma against the lining of his stomach. Joel looked over to the door as Cub came in. He was dressed in his usual open lab coat, but in this setting, it made him look like a doctor. “Ah, you are still here,” Cub noted, “heard you had a bit of an incident in a mansion.”
“You could call it that,” Joel muttered.
“I’m sure,” Cub chuckled, walking over to Joel and looking him over. “Feeling weird? Numbness or tickling in your extremities, buzzing in your head, warping feelings, headaches, unexplained pain?” He rapid-fired, not letting Joel get a word in.
“No,” Joel answered weakly after Cub fell silent. “None of that. I’m fine, why won’t you people believe me?”
“Yeah, well, I’ve heard that before. Besides, it could have delayed effects,” Cub answered, turning away.
“Smallbeans?” Joel heard again, and he froze. Dammit, Xisuma! Not the time!
“Hm?” Cub hummed, turning back to Joel. “Did you say something?”
“Nope!” Joel exclaimed a little too loudly, and he winced internally. He was so caught.
“Smallbeans? What’s going on? You okay?” He listened to the words coming from his stomach. They weren’t too loud, but for Cub and his unnaturally sharp hearing, he could probably hear them as clear as day.
“Where’s that coming from?” Cub asked, looking around, for show. His sentence may have been phrased like a question, but there was no query in his tone.
“Where’s what coming from? I don’t hear anything,” Joel insisted, his voice a bit too shrill.
“Really?” Cub pressed, stepping closer to Joel, his movements smooth. He looked Joel up and down before he spoke again. “Give it up, Joel. What’s going on?”
Joel was caught between two possibilities at that moment. So, in his panic, he chose the latter.
“What? I’m not hiding anything.”
Cub sighed, brushing his hair out of his face and revealing his dark blue eyes entirely. They were a remnant of his sculk infection from when he was on Empires, or so Joel was told, and they drove an uneasy feeling into him. “Come on, Joel. One more chance.”
“Okay, okay!” Joel exclaimed; and the resignation drew a subtly satisfied look to Cub’s face. “Xisuma came with me and got shrunk by a vindicator!”
The content look on Cub’s face fell into a frown. “Interesting. And how he ended up…”
“If I hadn’t, I would’ve died. Or Xisuma would still be in there. SO don’t say a word,” Joel threatened.
“Alright,” Cub agreed, looking unbothered by the threat. “Can we take him out? If he’s shrunk, we’ll have to have a look at him.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Joel muttered, pulling his legs onto the cot and crossing them.
Cub raised an eyebrow at him. “Joel, we can’t use magic, he’s been hit by too much already today. Get him out yourself, or I’ll get you something that can help you.”
Joel groaned, frowning at Cub. “Fine. Get me something if you don’t want your damn sheets dirty.”
Cub shrugged, opening one of the cabinets and producing a metal bowl that he handed to Joel. He returned the annoyed look that Joel gave him, with a slight undertone of ‘this is what you asked for.’
In a practiced move, Joel forced Xisuma upwards, letting him - and the stomach fluids he was covered in - fall into the bowl. (He would’ve felt bad about it if he hadn’t learned years ago that his ascent into godhood meant that people could be semi-comfortable inside him and not digested.) The clanging sound from Xisuma’s armour hitting the bowl was startling, but it didn’t take long for Joel to recover and hold the bowl out to Cub.
Cub took it from him, looking into the bowl at Xisuma. Once it was out of his hands, Joel laid down, turning away from the two and closing his eyes, letting himself drift into a state of limbo, ignoring the noises surrounding him.
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Bright lights blinded Xisuma as he laid on his back, the back of his head throbbing from how hard it hit the inside of his helmet. He looked up at the ceiling through tinted purple, and he watched a face come into view. Who was that? Cub?
He was lifted up, held safely in Cub’s grip, and he was placed down onto another surface. He placed his hand on the surface, though he couldn’t feel it through his gloves. A small noise escaped him as he was suddenly enveloped in darkness once again, his body suddenly being rubbed against. Cub’s hands? They pressed against him from every side, and he felt himself being picked up again as the material was taken off him.
Xisuma blinked up at Cub blearily, the latter looking down at him with a soft expression.
“Hey, you," Cub said softly, “feeling okay?”
“Hmm, sleepy,” Xisuma murmured.
“Yeah? Okay,” Cub sighed, setting Xisuma back down on the counter. Xisuma watched Cub pull his communicator out of his pocket and turn away from Xisuma. Despite how he craned his neck and tried to see what was on the screen, he wasn’t able to catch a glimpse. He tried to stand up, but his legs were too shaky, and he had to sit back down before he fell.
He watched Cub intently until he turned back around, looking down at Xisuma once again.
“Your armour is gonna be hellish to clean, isn’t it? That’s a later problem, I guess,” Cub muttered to himself. “Okay… come on, let’s get you fixed up, hmm?”
Xisuma nodded numbly at his words. Getting fixed up sounded nice. Cub lifted him off the towel, moving him across the room and setting him down on the counter. He watched Cub grab some colored vials from the cupboard above him, and he set them down on the counter beside him. Xisuma looked at them curiously, and he reached out to touch them before Cub put his hand between Xisuma and the vials. Xisuma sighed and sat back down, leaning into Cub’s hand.
“Oh, Xisuma. That really messed you up, huh?” Cub sighed.
“Did it?” A new voice asked, and Xisuma sat up again, looking around for the source. His eyes found Zedaph, moving towards them quickly from across the room.
“You got here quickly,” Cub noted, to which Zed shrugged.
“And? I’m here, aren’t I?” Zed replied, scooping Xisuma up from off the counter. Xisuma let out a small squeak, looking up at Zed. “Hi there, I heard you got a little mixed up,” Zed cooed.
“Yeah, and how do we fix him?” Cub asked.
“Well, it’s vindicator magic, shrinking… okay, I’m not exactly sure. I’ve never heard of this happening before,” Zed admitted, his gaze landing on the vials on the counter. “Oh, good idea!” He exclaimed, placing Xisuma back on the counter. Zed grabbed the nearest vial, containing a shimmering blue liquid, and uncorked it.
“Be careful,” Cub tried. Zed nodded as he tipped the vial over Xisuma’s head, letting a few drops slip out and land on the admin’s helmet.
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Joel rolled over as he woke up slowly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He yawned, sitting up as yesterday’s events clicked back into place. He looked to his left to see Cub and Zed curled up on a cot together, Cub at the head of it and Zed at the foot. He looked to the left, and his eyes locked onto a mop of messy brown hair, covered by sheets on the cot next to him.
Joel stood up quickly, moving around the end of the cot, and he crouched down in front of the person’s face, frowning as he looked up at him. There was a mask on his face, which looked like a gas mask, covering his nose and mouth with tubes sticking out of it. They were see-through, and he could see something black in the tubes, though he couldn’t tell if it was moving or stationary.
“You’re up! Morning!” Zed exclaimed, the sudden noise making Joel jump. His head snapped over to Zed, who was now standing at the end of the cot.
“I thought you were asleep!” Joel blurted out, his eyes still wide with shock.
“What? No, just resting,” Zed replied, “Anyway, glad you’re awake. Cub said you might have magic poisoning, how are you feeling?”
“I’m fine,” Joel muttered, annoyed that this was brought up again.
“Okay, if you’re sure,” Zed shrugged, stepping around Joel and standing next to the person. “Hey, Xisuma,” his voice was softer now, "can you get up?” Zed gently shook Xisuma, trying to wake him up. It took about a minute of him trying for Xisuma to open his eyes and look up at Zed.
“Hey! How are you feeling?” Zed asked gently, the tone uncharacteristic for the mad scientist.
“Zed? Um… better, I think,” Xisuma replied, pushing himself up.
“Joel,” came a voice, pulling Joel away from the interaction. He turned to see Cub, looking a little disheveled, gesturing to him. “Come over here, I’ve gotta change your bandages.”
Joel frowned, but he headed over to his cot and sat down, knowing in the back of his mind that he’d never win against Cub. Cub had bandages and gauze already laid out on the cot, and he started to peel away bandages on Joel’s shoulder. Joel was fixated on watching Xisuma and Zed conversing softly, though he couldn’t hear them.
“Hey-” Cub spoke up, causing Joel to look back at him. He discovered Cub had taken the bandages off entirely, revealing only a faint scar where the wound had been before Joel had rested. “What?”
“God genes,” Joel flashed him a grin, and Cub sighed.
“You’re- okay,” Cub muttered, gathering up the dirty and clean bandages, walking away to the other side of the room. Joel looked back over to Xisuma and Zed, to see Zed pulling away from Xisuma and walking away. He tracked Zed’s path as he met Cub, and they started talking lowly together.
Joel got up and walked back over to Xisuma’s bed, moving around to the other side and sitting down. Xisuma looked over at him, but didn’t say anything, and an awkward silence fell between them.
“…so-h…” Joel tried. “Do we agree to never talk about that again?”
Xisuma chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling up at the edges, “if you want. I don’t remember a ton, so it might be easy.”
“Great, wonderful,” Joel replied, letting out a sigh. “Have they determined that you’re okay?”
“They say no concussion and I’m not tired or dizzy anymore. I think that constitutes ‘okay,’” Xisuma answered.
“That’s great,” Joel murmured, opening his mouth to say something more, before he bit his lip and they both fell into silence again.
“Look,” Xisuma sighed, “it’s fine, okay? We would’ve both been in for a painful respawn if you hadn’t, and that magic may have gotten even more messed up with it. It’s fine,” he repeated.
“It’s fine,” Joel echoed, nodding slowly, “of course it is! Why wouldn’t it be?” He added, his words bolder than they had a moment before.
“Just promise me that you’ll raid another mansion with me that’ll hopefully go crisis-free, yeah, Smallbeans?” Xisuma joked, the edges of his eyes crinkling up again.
“We’ll see,” Joel returned, “let the dust settle though, yes?"
“Of course,” Xisuma chuckled, “maybe after I’m not monitored twenty-four-seven.”
“Maybe. And it’s Joel, alright? Joel’s fine,” Joel replied.
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