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I wrote this over the course of a couple days. Very sleep deprived on some of the said days. sorry if it doesn't make sense!
Let me know if there should be anything else in the content warning. Or correct me if i'm wrong :))
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Gender-Neutral reader! Word count: 3.1k CW: Mention of unsupportive parents, insinuation of a bad ex, embarrassment, anxiety, cussing (Once)
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It's fine. You're fine. Stop worrying. You've got this.
You're attractive, smart, and confident, and.. And.. fuck.
I'm gonna butcher this. It was only basically a life changing moment. If I got this job I could finally prove to my family and my ex my roommate that the 4 years at college was worth it. The endless nights… studying. God, I don't miss it. According to my parents, a computer science degree was a
“waste of your time! You could be studying liberal arts! Getting an english degree!! Become a teacher! Not some useless.. Computer.. Person. What are you going to do? Spend your life in a dark basement in “I.T.” ridiculous. Get a grip”
They had never supported anything I did that wasn't advised by them. They don't even know the title! “Some.. computer person” Please. Why can't they understand that computers are the future? This IS the future. Coders are more important now than they ever have been before.
My roommate, Karl, has been nothing but supportive. As expected from someone whose whole life is dependent on computers. But, I still feel like I have some point to prove to him. Like if I don't, all of the sleepless nights he spent helping me when I had to cram, comforting me when I got a grade that was less than perfect, forcing me to eat, shower, drink water, and take a break and have a day to myself, was all for nothing. I definitely wouldn’t be here without him.
“Um.. excuse me?” Looking up from my lap where my fidgeting hands had finally come to a stop. The receptionist, or is he a personal assistant? It’s hard to tell. He could be anyone. Whoever he is, he is deathly attractive, but also staring at me impatiently. I couldn’t help but stare back. Taking note of every detail I could find. His downturned brown eyes burning holes into my own as he waited for a response, his seemingly perfect eyebrows knitted together, the freckle on his left cheek which was very faint but noticeable. Which i'm sure if exposed to the sun would darken. Which leads me to his skin. Pale, and white. Almost paper white. I wonder how much he is truly exposed to the sun or if he is just always stuck in this god forsaken office. His cheeks were slightly rosy though. Cute. His lips, although thin, were full, almost. As if he was pouting. They were a pale pink, matching the rosiness of his cheeks. His hair. Gosh his hair. It was so fluffy and dark, it was hard to tell whether it was black or a deep brown in the lighting provided. I just wanted to run my hands through it and feel how soft it truly was. One thing stood out though. One annoying detail that I couldn’t take my eyes off of.
A piece of hair sticking up in the middle of his head. It looked so out of place compared to the cute, fluffy curls of everything else. It was embarrassing how hard it was to hold myself back from walking over to him and fixing it myself.
He coughed.
How long was I staring at him?
Standing up, I brushed myself off. Getting rid of any stray hairs or balls of material that had stuck to me. I took a hesitant step forward towards the man in front of me. He swung his arm out and motioned me to go into the main office. The whole reason I was here.
“He is ready for you. Don’t keep him waiting any longer. He will take your tardiness out on us” He mumbled the last part of his sentence not meaning for me to hear. He turned swiftly on his feet before speed walking back to his desk situated next to the elevator. He was very lanky. The black t-shirt he wore was… Baggy? His pants were black jeans, pairing them with his all black converse. Was I overdressed? Or was he too casual. Panic immediately started to rise within me. But the moment he sat down back at his desk, he looked at me once more sending a glare my way, annoyed I still haven’t made the effort to make my way towards the office.
I nodded at him. Turning slowly to take in the giant double doors in front of me. A bit extreme for a small hallway I think personally. I walked towards them and held the door handle. Do I knock? That'd be polite right? No but he's expecting you, he's aware of your presence so there is no need to. But what if he had gotten a phone call between the time of alerting the man behind the desk and now. But what if he gets annoyed at you for knocking. What if he finds the sound of knock-
Before I could even finish or process my thoughts, the door in front of me flew open. I stumbled slightly as the handle was torn from my grasp. I looked up and. Oh. Holy shit. Attractive was an understatement. The lanky dude behind the desk was attractive. The man in front of me was. God like? No, that would probably feed into his ego. Hot. Hot doesn’t describe it well enough. He was… Alluring. Alluring was the best way I could put it. He was lanky like the assistant (? I still don't know) but he was tall, and slightly bulkier. Broad shoulders, covered by a black dress shirt, that fit him oh too well, and a dark forest green vest. A silver chain was hung around his neck tucked underneath the shirt. It was barely visible, the intent to hide it was obvious. His jaw was- don't get me started. His eyes were an emerald green, matching his vest perfectly. But that was as far as I got before he started talking.
“You’re here for the interview aren't you?” Voice was like butter, it was smooth but had a slight rasp to it as if he hadn’t used it all day. I stared at him for a minute too long before nodding my head and muttering out a quick yes, my eyes meeting my shoes.
He hummed before taking a step back, opening the door wider. Silently asking for me to walk in and take a seat. I took a few steps forward, far enough for him to shut the door and walk around me to sit behind the desk.
His office was beautiful to put it simply. Simple but welcoming. The left wall had bookshelves lining the whole of the wall. The bookshelves wrapped around the wall behind me, only stopping once it reached the door. The back wall, if you could even call it a wall, was a giant window. Looking out upon the city of Orlando. The right wall was lined with computers, which I'll admit was a bit confusing. You'd think in an establishment like this, they would be able to afford a server room instead of keeping it in the bosses office. This room was the biggest liability. As if reading my mind, the gorgeous man sat at the desk in front of me, answered my question.
“We do have a server room. Just to let you know” I turned to look at him, mouth open like a fish. I’d close it if I could. But my body has betrayed me and I can't seem to control any part of me at this moment. He chuckled. God, that was hot.
“I could see the confusion on your face when you were looking at them… Don’t worry they don't hold any sensitive information” He was no longer looking at me, instead highlighting some papers in front of him. I nodded and cleared my throat before walking towards the desk, pulling out one of the chairs and sitting down. He looked up at me through lidded eyes and chuckled again at my hesitancy to sit down. When will he stop doing that. Without a second thought, my mouth had opened and words came tumbling out.
“Genuine question. If you do have a server room, and the computers don't hold any sensitive information,” I pointed at the wall to my right. Which, now thinking about was stupid, what other computers could I possibly be talking about. “Why are they in your office. And how are they surviving the changes of temperature within your office? I wouldn’t say it's particularly cold here. Not how server rooms are meant to be anyways.” He paused, capping his highlighter and putting it down before looking back at me. His hands were clasped together in front of him as he leaned forward.
“I won’t lie. You’re the only person that has ever pointed that out. Besides George of course.” George? Who is George? He looked at the computers, before looking back at me with a smug smile sitting upon his face. “Decoys. To put it simply. I would say they’re for personal use but you seem too smart to fall for that.” His arms left the table before leaning back in his chair. He crossed his arms. And lord do I wish he didn't. I couldn't help but stare at his arms as they pulled against his shirt. “They are real computers, yes, just before you question me about the blinking lights..” He paused and took a deep breath in. Contemplating what his next words would be. “... Why do YOU think I may have decoys displayed in my office?” he questioned me, the smug smile returning to rest on his face. I raised my eyebrows in shock, I knew this was an interview but I wasn’t expecting a question like this.
I shifted in my seat, before clearing my throat again. I looked down at my hands and started fidgeting with my fingers.
“Um. I mean one would assume the reason why anyone would have a decoy of.. Well anything. Would be to trick someone else into thinking that it was something that had importance.. And/or meaning. “ I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts. I looked up. He no longer held a smug smile, nor did he have his arms crossed. But, his hands rested on his thighs and he held my gaze, silently urging me to continue talking. He was truly intrigued by what I had to say over such a simple question. I looked away back towards the computers. It was hard to keep eye contact when his eyes were so mesmerising. “In this case, the information stored within the computers in the server room are sensitive and are at risk of being exposed to people who don't need said information. So, decoys are displayed in your office, to trick anyone who comes through, to believe you were idiotic enough to keep your servers out in the open for anyone to access.” I was going to continue but thought against my better judgement. I looked back at the man at the desk. Instead of being serious, as he was mere moments beforehand. He looked… amused? My eyes widened as I realised what I had just said.
“Not- no uh- not that i was calling you idiotic sir! I was just uh… it was more an.. Um. example? Of what others may think? Not that i think people think you're idiotic!-” he had cut me off when he started to laugh.
Oh my god. I just called my possible future boss idiotic and he started laughing at me. I cowered in my seat, sinking lower. This was the most embarrassing thing to happen all day.
Tears were pricking the corner of his eyes as he continued to laugh. Once he opened them and saw how embarrassed I had become. He started to calm down. I straightened the way I was sitting, fidgeting with my hands once again.
He cleared his throat and sat up straighter himself. Hands crossed, he leaned against the desk once again.
“I would like to apologise for laughing at you. Truly. It had just… caught me off guard. I haven't laughed like that in weeks.” A soft smile sat upon his face staring at me with glossy eyes, still teary from his burst of laughter. “Other than your comment about idiocy. You were spot on. You’re right when you say that they’re there to trick people into thinking that they hold sensitive information. Although it seems obvious to people like you and George, many fall for it. I can't explain how many people we have caught tampering with the computers here at 2 am.” He ran a hand through his sandy hair as he huffed. Obviously annoyed with the thought of how many people had tried to take him down. He brought up George again. Who is George?
“I do have another quick question..” He looked away from the computers and back at me. Nodding his head slightly to indicate he was willing to listen to what I had to say.
“You… you keep bringing up someone named George. Who is George? if you don't mind my asking” I spoke quietly and nervously. If he did end up hiring me. I don’t know how I will be able to cope. Maybe I should have missed the interview today. I would be fine with disappointing everyone around me if it meant I wouldn’t have to deal with seeing his face every day.
He smiled upon hearing my question. Almost eager to talk about his best friend.
“George was the man that greeted you outside my door. He’s my best friend and employee.” He continued to smile as the confusion was slowly cleared off of my face. I nodded slowly before looking around the room again awkwardly. A couch sat opposite the bookshelf, a small round table sat next to the couch, a book left open, a corner of the page doggy eared, making me cringe inwardly. Turning back around to the man in front of me, did I only notice how cluttered his desk was. There was a lamp sitting on the corner of the left side of the desk. A monitor sitting opposite on the right side. Papers were scattered across his desk, a multitude of folders towering slightly on a tray sat next to his lamp. Pens and highlighters littered his desk, some without caps. The ones that were capped were very obviously on the wrong pen. The man followed my eyes, soon noticing himself how messy his own desk was.
“Oh my... i'm so sorry i didn’t realise how messy things had become” He quickly picked up all of the papers, stacking them neatly and pushing them to the side. Before scooping up all of the pens and highlighters, capping them correctly and disposing them into a cup that had sat next to his monitor. He looked at me sheepishly, sticking his arm out in front of me. I grabbed his hand and shaked, assuming that is what he was asking of me.
“Clay, my name is Clay. Apologies yet again. This Interview has been somewhat of a disaster.” I shook my head and smiled, retreating my arm and telling him my own name. Clay… that's a really nice name. Genuinely,
He smiled, an amused expression on his face yet again.
“I am aware of your name. It was on your resume and application” A goofy grin was on display. Blush seeped up the back of my neck, settling in the tips of my ears. I was thoroughly embarrassed.
“Oh right.. Sorry. I forgot you had access to that.” I rubbed the back of my neck taking a few deep steady breaths to calm myself down.
“Don’t worry about your desk, by the way. Trust me when I say I have seen worse.” He laughed slightly and shook his head, amused. He stopped abruptly, face turning into a hard expression. Suddenly becoming serious.
“Look uh. We have run out of time for the interview today.” His voice no longer sounded smooth, but was gravelly almost. “You took your time entering my office and kept me waiting.” Oh god. Here it is. He’s going to reject my application. Panic immediately settled in my stomach. It began churning, I felt like I was going to throw up at any second. Why was he suddenly stoic. Did I do something? Was I mucking around? I didn't mean to if I was. I thought I was pretty calm. He took a deep breath in. The anxiety was like a volcano. It felt like it was about to erupt. The shaking being the voices of worry filling my mind, the lava rising being the anxiety attack that was slowly settling in.
“But. Considering you did take notice of the computers, and questioned me about them instead of just ignoring them. And you did answer the one question I did ask you.”
Here it comes. Any moment now. He’ll break the news and tell me to get out.
“I will keep in touch with you” what? “I will let you know if you have gotten the job in around a week's time.” Oh. My. God. The volcano inside slowly started dying. The shaking coming to a stop, the lava settling back down into the pool of my stomach.
He pushed the chair back from his desk and stood up walking towards the door. I followed suit, not wanting to keep him waiting any longer than I already had. When I had reached him he stuck his hand out waiting for me to shake it once again. I gripped his hand firmly and shook. Feeling more confident now than I had all day.
“Thank you for taking time out of your day to interview me sir. Even if it wasn’t the interview either of us were hoping for.” He nodded, smiling slightly at my words, the smile didn't last long before it returned to the position it was previously in. He reached to open the door, stepping back in the process to make room for me to leave.
“Of course. Until next time. We’ll keep in touch.” He responded bluntly, looking at me once more before shutting the door the moment I left the office. What the fuck kind of interview was that? I looked around the room, my eyes settling on the man I now know as George. He rolled his eyes before nodding his head at me. I nodded back, swallowing the bump that had found its way into my throat. Making my way to the elevator I thought about everything that had happened today. Only one detail sticking out more than the others.
How attractive Clay was.
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I'm not the best at writing and contemplated uploading this, so I hope you enjoyed whatever it was lol. - Birdy
The story on how an old frame redraw leads to not only one(1) but two(2) story remakes set with these three having a main role in the plot!
Made these three girls around the time I was in middle school and remember drawing them all the time, and after some digging, I found their names again in an old sketchbook. From left to right, this is Sam, Lizi, and Kizzy! City girls that went from their everyday walk and talk's in forest parks to being in a different world entirely, saving a near extinct species in abandoned lands whose history remains unknown for years to come all due to some mysterious crystal/ceramic like heart.
Some silly doodles and old illustration ideas for early scenes, how did they manage to live this far who knows. That question will get asked a hundred times as time passes on :3 (ft. cursed lamb smile hoj god)
This is 'The Calamitous Heart' a old story remake and fun passion story I'm working on as well as another story they take place in that, while it doesnt have a story name rn, will eventually as it follows a runaway blaze princess from the Nether kingdoms who wishes to learn more about the overworld.
In the time of making the doodle where they wear armor with the ceramic heart(hardcore) symbol on it I wrote "in their Next life" but as of current it should say instead "in Another life" as the events within TCH have gotten to the point where not only will I not spoil them, they gotta deal with that world with their whole heart before it breaks. :)
Love Minecraft stories sm ahebdnbbdhfj
Just gonna plop this idea from an AU on here and then disappear into the void again
Who Knew Herobrine Could Be One To Be So Easily Flustered?
(I did. Also sorry if this looks bad
OC belongs to @isla-river-heavens )
Was suppose to be one of my colored sketches but I ended up having extra time on my hands so here
Also Bonus:
Quick Minecraft AU art inspired by a one-shot I been writing.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43363270
Wrote a fic for my Minecraft AU a bit ago and I figured might as well share it here
Enderman with new fit.
It was early morning and the night sky began had begun to change, from an inky dark blue to a glowing auburn, that gently bled across the skyline.
Zack sighed, disappointed he could no longer venture outside in fear of the suns rays.
Instead he lamented to watch the morning come before he would be ushered to bed by the man he now knew as Malachite.
He turned around from his window view to see the older man leaning over the large crafting table and suddenly found himself in awe as a flash of golden light danced from where Malachite was looking.
Without thought Zack had jumped to his feet, the oversized tunic he was wearing covering his knee’s as he trotted over to the man. His curiosity burned as he watched in awe as the human somehow took several meaningless items, aligned them in a basic grid formation before the light once more returned.
What was once a stick and simple lump of coal was now an unlit torch “Whoa!” Malachite jumped on the spot having not heard the child approach “How did you do that!?”
Zack had grabbed the torch and brought it to his face to examine it closely.
“It’s called crafting” Malachite still holding his chest calmed his racing heart “It’s a type of magic often used by adventures”
Zack looked up at the other “Can you, teach me?”
‘Oh dear’ was all the old man could think as large glowing eyes bore into his soul. He knelt down facing Zack eye to eye silence almost drowning him.
For a moment he wondered what he was going to say to the boy, who was staring back at him large grin plastered on his face.
He could have been honest, that creatures like zombies couldn’t craft at all, let alone like this. That it was a skill that took years to learn, to the point the average villager simply crafted what they needed the old fashioned way.
The slow way.
That really was the easiest route, a broken dream in the face of reality. A harsh truth that life isn’t fair and defiantly not easy.
However what came out of his mouth wasn’t this “I can try my best”
The boy seemed to grin even more, as Malachite held out an open hand.
The soft glow of light returned and Zack gently grasped Malachite’s thumb, once again to get a better look as the man recited words once spoken to him, a very long time ago. Words he never thought he’d speak again.
“As an adventurer I will do all I can, to pass on the knowledge passed onto me. So that one day, you’ll pass that on to those whom follow you.”
Ok so some notes, back when I made these characters I was asked about my thoughts on crafting and building,
Mainly my theory of what it actually was.
So I made up what I thought was fun and interesting.
That crafting the way the player (or adventure as I call em) is a form of magic. They can instantly create items that would normally take some time to make. Thus explains why the villagers still have items to trade or in boxes, but also why our character can instantly make items.
Catch though, mobs can't craft or build.
Endermen can hold blocks but that's different as well as Zack 😊 but more on that later
I wanted to show you Malachite in his full armour, this is my own design on iron armour and all I can do I quote jack sparrow
“Did everyone see that cause I won’t be doing it again”
Malachite’s armour is a full set of iron armour, however he has an enchanted diamond sword.
The hooded cape is worn more for ceremonial purposes the colour associated with the Adventures Guard.
However Malachite is one of the few who would wear the cape in battle, in fact this was what he was wearing when he first met Zack and as you can imagine he was a little bit intimidated by their sheer imposing figure.
However after he took Zack home… prepay he disposed of the armour and used his cape for the materials leaving only his blue waste sash.
Any questions? Don’t be afraid to ask.
I wanted to show you Malachite in his full armour, this is my own design on iron armour and all I can do I quote jack sparrow
“Did everyone see that cause I won’t be doing it again”
Malachite’s armour is a full set of iron armour, however he has an enchanted diamond sword.
The hooded cape is worn more for ceremonial purposes the colour associated with the Adventures Guard.
However Malachite is one of the few who would wear the cape in battle, in fact this was what he was wearing when he first met Zack and as you can imagine he was a little bit intimidated by their sheer imposing figure.
However after he took Zack home… prepay he disposed of the armour and used his cape for the materials leaving only his blue waste sash.
Any questions? Don’t be afraid to ask.
just a quick character sheet for Zack, my Minecraft oc. my baby my boi whom i adore.
Hey does anyone wanna hear me talk about our interpretation of the minecraft lore and taxonomy of the mobs + some of the flora
this au has me in a chokehold man. they're so fucking cute and i need everyone to see momma evil protecting lil dragon baby cups @xshimaeraxx
Just some strana and frost content,nothing to see here
Alright every one, here’s the ref sheet for Wither Sun from a Fic on my Wattpad called Wither and Decay (link at the bottom 👇)
The Fic:
Haha, pretty rusty so far but excited to see where I take it. I want to give more facial expressions and add more motion to the photo, hopefully then it will be the intense mood I'm going for.
Working on some Cleo & Joe art for future chapters of Forbidden or Forgotten. I don't know which chapter, I'm just really desperate to draw Zombiecleo, her whole esthetic is sooooo fun to work with.
These are the first sketches, show you more as it goes on!👍
Chapter 6: Audio version of Forgotten or Forbidden (a Hermitcraft Story)
I feel the pressure to keep up with the Hermit-tumblr (that needs a better name) peoples. So here you go future friends and fellow Watchers~
Chapter 7 of Hermitcraft Audio Book; "Forgotten or Forbidden"