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riacte · 2 months

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"It's rotten work," Ren says. His tail swishes nervously. He has the demeanor of a sad scolded puppy even though no one's scolding him.

False looks up from where she's placing down mud blocks in accordance to the roads that Ren lined out. Ren's theatre kid behaviour must be kicking in now, because to call her work rotten is dramatic and almost insulting.

"It's not rotten to me. There's stuff I would call rotten work, but this is no where near it."

False places down another block. Ren obediently shuffles out of the way.

"Rotten work is when I'm at a tourney and no one's listening to my strategy so I'm left all alone, but then they use my strategy and we actually win while everyone ignores me. Rotten work is when someone sabotages me and I'm the one left to sweep away the pieces. Rotten work is when someone attacks me on purpose and I'm the one who has to apologise for being mad and pacify everyone else. This?" False pulls out another mud block, "is building. And building is not rotten work."

Ren cautiously observes what False is doing, then also pulls out his mud blocks. He moves a few steps forward so he's placing blocks, but out of her way. "It's still work," he admits. "A lot of work, in fact."

False is nonplussed. "But that's what builders do, don't they? And I am the Minister of Transport."

Ren laughs, but it's a quiet laugh. He pauses like he's hesitating, then he mumbles,

"I'm a lot of work."

Now it's False's turn to pause. Her hands continue with placing the blocks, because that's what she does. Building. Grinding. Helping friends out. So on and so forth.

"It's peculiar work for sure," False says, her tone light. "Picking up your stuff when you spontaneously explode. Bugging you about MCC. Teaching you basic colour theory. You can't get orange from blue, Ren. It sadly doesn't work that way."

Ren chuckles at the jab. "Worth a shot, eh?"

False coughs. "Yeah, like I said, peculiar work. But it's fine. I like doing peculiar work because I'm a peculiar person and you're a peculiar person. But together we are normal. Very normal indeed."

Ren considers it. "What if I don't want to be normal?"

"Then we won't be normal."

"What if I want to be normal?"

"Then we'll be normal. Or at least pretend to be."

Ren laughs. "That doesn't make any sense."

False smiles wryly. "Come on now, Ren, when have I ever made any sense?"

He shoots her a grin. "But you're like the most sensible person in the Neighbourhood!"

False lets the silence hang between them for comedic effect. "... No."

"No?"

"If I were sensible, I would've left the Neighourhood long ago."

"Hey!"

"Just kidding. That's why I'm not sensible. That's why I like not being sensible. Besides, I'm not the one who organised the ministry or planned the roads. You did. You're the one with the vision. I'm just following it."

Ren looks around the paths and his tail wags in excitement. "But you're contributing to the vision! I saw the bits and pieces you added! It looks great, by the way!"

False nonchalantly continues placing. "Yeah, you see, that's part of the peculiar work. You draw up the canvas and I edit in the details. It's like how we did the raceway last time."

"Yeah, but I haven't grinded as hard this time around. Too busy with my permit, my dude."

False giggles. "Would you call getting the beacon permit drawing a short straw?"

"I mean, I was the second to die in Demise, but you won and everything worked out in the end, so I don't mind." A pause. "Also gives me a chance to kill those dastardly withers as revenge for all the times they defeated me."

"Right, it's a lot of work to kill them, never mind farm them."

Ren sighs deeply. "There's definitely a lot going on. Especially those buttons, man."

False glances up. They're both still doing the roads. She watches Ren shift up a step and place down a mud brick slab.

"Yeah, but it'll be worth it. I'll buy your beacons. Actually, you can go do your buttons. You can kill some withers. I'll take care of this."

She can almost hear his apologies— sorry that she's doing the roads that he was supposed to do, sorry that he didn't reply to her messages, sorry that he's the way he is.

(And maybe he picks it up too— the way she actually means "I'll take care of you". He always seems to instinctively know what she means under her contradictory and confusing words. In the same way she instinctively knows what he means.)

Ren softly chuckles. "It's peculiar work."

"It's peculiar work especially if it's me, and especially if it's you—"

False sets down a mud brick slab right next to the one Ren placed. Just one slight push, and the pattern of the bricks align like they'd been inseparable from the get go. The corner of her lips quirk up.

"— but that's why I do it."

#ria.fic #hermitfic #falseren #<- platonic #i started writing this waiting for my salmon to steam. lesson of the day: dont steam a thick piece of salmon.#the big salmon voices in your head are EVIL. thin salmon for steaming #also if this reminds you of another fic that's bc i wrote the other fic. self plagiarism is always moral 🔥#what if we were silly. together #hermitcraft #rendog

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arkynwolf · 24 days

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i feel like doc and martyn are both equally obsessed with ren but are on the complete opposite ends of the "will talk to ren about it" spectrum. false is also there, somewhere in the middle of that spectrum i think

#doc will say WAY TOO MUCH to him #while martyn won't say anything #you literally could not pay me to use the character tags here #post spawned from doc's latest. twitter shenanigans #very hesitantly gonna tag the duos #rendoc #treebark #falseren #wolf.howl

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waveridden · 1 month

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“Welcome to the Imperial Senate,” False says, with a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Saying what you mean can get you killed.”

Two senators, a bodyguard, four days, and a plan to cause some trouble. False/Ren/Xisuma, Star Wars AU, 12.7k.

#hermitshipping #falsuma #rensuma #renfalse #falseren #renfalsuma #waveridden.fic #really unimaginably wild to me to discover that this ship is not a thing. completely honored to christen it by being on my bullshit #sorry for putting this in the pair tags it's just that there literally is not an ot3 tag and i need to do a *little* bit of marketing for #this fic ykwim. yes it's self indulgent drivel but it's 13k of self indulgent drivel (SO HONORIFIC) and i owe it to myself to promote it #will i do more star wars au. we'll see. idk #mcyt fic #swau

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sachani · 19 days

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it might be a bit sad but one of my fav things to do is to just watch the demise 2 final vods and episodes back like rens hunt for bdubs or falses episode

there such a wholesome duo and the way ren was always describing his loyalty to her and how they’re homies then she’s just like

hmm don’t want to get too close to him he might betray me

and then final bit where she suggests he fights instead of just protecting her so he stalks bdubs for an hour aaaaa

#hermitcraft #falsesymmetry #rendog #demise 2 #falseren

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eyelessfog · 3 months

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hi :O if you still do little art in exchange for votes may i have a. a falseren pretty please :D

you may, yes!

#[asks]#luriart #falseren

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falseren · 34 minutes

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watching false and ren go insane on either of their streams almost consecutively for the past few days has been really fun. i think the charity stream fomo got to ren. and being away and not online.

they are just sooooo. you can tell they love hanging out to talk about nonsense. idk there's a natural fondness and... softness? even during their weirdest of conversations. ren makes it overt but false is more like, nonchalantly going along with whatever ren is doing and giggling at his jokes, saying she'll leave but never does (and brings up his weird stuff). it's a. gentle. kind of coexistence. enabling each other's jokes and silly behaviour. they bounce with each other almost too well and they start having conversations incomprehensible to twitch chat /affectionate.

ok fine i'll go into it. most of ren's dynamics with others that the fandom latches onto are like, dramatic and flirty. inappropriate (cleo). homoerotic (doc, iskall). roleplaying devotional arc (martyn, bdubs). but this doesn't really appear here. falseren is like the wacky slice-of-life random little interactions. sure, they have their dramatic bits (blue9, demise), but most of the time, they're just being clingy and doing random shit and talking about random shit. the weirder and more fast paced, the better. laying distraction upon distraction until you forget what you're supposed to do. and i daresay that the lack of theatrics and flirting associated with ren's usual duos leads them to be less talked about.

today they sent an impromptu love letter to a horse. ren said who would give false her "daily lols" if she muted him and she was like i dunno. ren tried to hide under false's base but she found him immediately. he was running through her two doors as they chatted. she boarded up her windows to prevent him from coming in / block her view of him. i love their constant feedback loop. they always (always!) appear on each other's streams and chats. there's this assumption that the other is there in chat when something reminds them of then. referencing the batshit convos they had the other day. idk. always on each other's minds.

#falseren #getting a feast lately... will be avoiding the expired choco tho #they are so. silly. yet gentle #their voices go soft when talking to each other lol #false's 'thankq ren ^_^' from her demise vid... ren's soft 'i gotcha' from snail vod (<- i should clip it lmao)

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falsemartyn · 17 days

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Apparently false was the one that was feeding Martyn medicine on the trip

she WHAT

oh god. oh god. oh GOD fuck treebark fuck falseren i need them in any capacity right neowwwwww

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treeba-rk · 2 months

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in hindsight with all of this falseren content remembering that the red king’s crown was from MCC is really funny. even when it was about Martyn it was really about false

“Even when it was about Martyn it was really about False” OUCH OUCHHH but. Yeah. The crown… wanting to win… Blue Bats… 😭😭

“Ren is latching onto the nearest competent blond fighter without Martyn” ok yeah now that I think about it, maybe in 3L Ren was latching into the nearest competent blond fighter since False wasn’t there 😭🥺 it was her… it was about her…

Ren pspspspspspspplease I know he has selective attention for his homie but we miss the unhinged Renchanting bits pleaseeee 😭😭😭 talk about gazing into his eyes again or whatever

When he said “I cannot think of a more worthy winner” and “you’re the best” he actually did mean it across all years and all games… ngl I love his overt favouritism for her. It’s sweet and so funny. Everyone can see it.

#ask box #answered #finally the longtime friend wins over the person who fell from the sky

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blacktofade · 22 days

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As I'm writing this I feel like a mother cat dropping off a kitten she doesn't want at the doorstep of the nice neighbor who sometimes feeds her. Like this poor helpless baby probably deserves a home but not with me.

So basically I wrote this nsfw hotel morning-after/hook-up scene as part of a much more complicated RPF Falseren story that I got obsessed with but will never actually finishing writing. And because I lost interest and I am incapable of publishing anything without context, I'm never going to do anything with this. But you seem into Ren and RPF so maybe this scene will find a good home with you rather than rot in my draft.

So read this, or don't. Share it, or don't. Write something inspired by this, or don't. Subtweet about how you don't want porn in you inbox, or don't. I don't care, this kitten is your problem now. I'm off to go chatter at birds and be feral in the woods again.

When she wakes up the next morning, it’s to a warm body pressing along her back.

The contented hum she lets out as she pushes back into the him earns her a whisper right next to her ear.

“Falsie? You awake?”

She can barely even hear the sleep in his voice, and the idea of him laying in the hotel bed watching her sleep before curling up behind her drifts through her mind. She wonders if he was smiling.

“Nope. Not yet. Might be soon though.” She mumbles back, fumbling behind her trying to grab his hand.

She can feel the rumble of the laugh in his chest and puffs of air ghost across her neck as she finally finds his hand and drags it in front of her, cuddling it to her chest.

“Good to know. Let me know when you’re up.”

“Someone’s already up.” She chuckles, pushing her hips back against his erection already pressing against her ass.

“That’s what happens when I’m in bed with a gorgeous woman.”

“Gorgeous woman? Where is she? Did she slip out before you woke me up?”

The rest of the hypothetical she was about to tease him with dies on her tongue as Ren shifts his hips behind her until that erection slips between her legs.

“I’m trying not to let her slip away.” Ren says, the arm against her chest pulling her into him even more. Maybe it’s the haziness of her brain still waking up or the cocoon of the blankets still around them, but the tenderness of the comment doesn’t make her want to run. In fact, it makes brings all of her attention to the fact that Ren apparently isn’t the only one who woke up horny. Maybe the slick between her legs is from all the rounds last night, or from the dreams she had of riding him in the stupid Twitch rivals chair, or from how everything is so warm and so soft around her except Ren’s cock, which is hot and hard against her.

She needs him inside her right now.

“Ren…” she says somewhere between a request and a whine, hitching her leg over his, bringing him even closer to her center.

“I got you, I got you,” he all but whispers into her hair as his hand detangles from hers and slides down to her hip, anchoring her so he can tip his hips and slides into her.

Fucking hell.

It’s a totally different angle then anything they’ve done before and it’s still perfect. For not the first and likely not the last time, she wonders how Ren of all people has the perfect dick. And when he pulls almost all the way out, she lets out an actually fucking moan as she feels him drag against her.

He gets in a few thrusts before she realizes that in their position, she doesn’t really have any leverage to move. The little groan she lets out as she squirms back against his chest just earns her another laugh.

“How you doing there Falsie?” He teases between delicate kisses along her neck and shoulder.

Another frustrated noise just earns her a squeeze from the hand on her hip as she opens her legs a little more.

Even though she’s just woken up, she feels restless. She’s used to doing things during sex; kissing, touching, thrusting. Anything really. But now Ren just has her pinned with a simple hand on her hip, slowly driving her insane with his consistent, even thrusts from behind her. It feels like something is buzzing just under the surface of her skin, not enough to get her anywhere, but enough to drive her insane.

“Ren…..ren,” she whimpers, face pressed into the pillow and bottom arm clutching into the bed sheets. She needs to do something other than just feel Ren fuck her.

“I got you False.”

She too focused on the feeling of him dragging in and out of her to notice him shifting behind her until she feels an arm slide into the space between her and the mattress. With his hand pushing out into the bed in front of her, it finally gives her the chance to do something with all this energy simmering inside her, and she switches from clawing at the sheets to threading her fingers through his, holding onto him like he’s the only thing tethering her to reality.

Turns out that was all she needed, something real to ground her. Because that wakes up enough of her brain to realize she can absolutely do more than just let Ren turn her brain to mush with his steady, unhurried pace. The fingers of her free hand finally find her clit, and that’s what she needs to turn the consistent, maddening sensations of Ren’s mouth on her shoulder and hand on her hip and dick still dragging in and out of her with a steady rhythm, into a jolt of energy right through her.

What finally tips her over though is when Ren squeezes her hand. He’s been messing with her senses since the moment she woke up. All touch and warmth and sensation and sound without anything of his to see. She’s barely had a chance to touch him. Hell, she hasn’t even seen his face yet this morning and he’s already inside her for god same. So when she sees his fingers tense around hers against the rumpled hotel sheets that all she needs to finally free falls over the edge into an orgasm that burns through her like wildfire. All that simmering energy under her skin suddenly alights, finally feelings like release as the orgasm sizzles through her

He’s still inside her for a moment, first as she clenches around him and then as he lets her catch her breath. It’s fitting that she comes back to her senses with her face buried in Ren’s bicep and her knuckles white from gripping his hand so hard.

False wouldn’t say she usually got sleepy after she came. It never seemed to effect her one way or the other. But this orgasm is different. She is now very much awake.

“False what are you-“ is all Ren can get out as she starts moving, righting herself enough to turn around and pin him to the bed. The look of shock as he stares up at her straddling him is almost enough to change her plans. Almost enough for her to pin his shoulder’s to the mattress, lift her hips up, get him inside her again, and ride him until he’s as much of a babbling mess as he made her with his stupidly perfect dick.

But she’s got other plans.

For him.

And his dick.

She locks eyes with him as she shimmies down his body, throwing the covers off behind her, forgotten somewhere on the floor.

She can hear him swallow as she looks away to readjusts herself between his outstretched legs.

Which makes it all that much better when she looks up at him from between his legs, not breaking eye contact for a second as she takes him fully in her mouth.

“False!” He nearly shouts with his head thrown back. The vibrations from her laugh as she starts to really suck him off must catch him by surprise again because his hips twitch up from the bed, sending him even deeper in her throat.

False wouldn’t say she liked giving blow jobs. Having a dick down her throat wasn’t an experience she would necessarily describe as a good time. But once again, Ren’s unfairly fantastic dick is very workable even as he thrusts up into her. Plus, she’s always enjoyed seeing her partner’s reactions to her blow jobs more than the physical experience itself. And Ren’s reactions are spectacular. His hands gripping the sheets and running through his hair, truly lovely groans every time she swirls her tongue around him, and the way he says her name is a sound she wants to remember forever. He even does a commendable job of trying to warn her that he’s about to come, but she’s had a plan for this moment since she flipped them over, and the way he looks down at her is absolutely awe with the last dredges of his sanity as she takes all of him in her mouth and sucks hard is worth everything.

She swallows all of it, taking a moment to whip the spit from her chin and sit up as Ren comes back to his senses.

“I can’t-don’t expect me to do anything after that.” Ren finally jokes, still sprawled out on the bed a little dazed.

She takes pity on him, crawling back up to fit herself under his arm, throwing an arm over his chest and draping a leg over his hips. It takes another moment before he wraps his arm around her shoulder, tugging her close again.

Ren chuckles at her when she playfully bites his shoulder. “You let the intrusive thoughts win there.”

“You fucked me before you even brushed your teeth. Who’s got worst self control?”

“But it was in a way that you didn’t even have to suffer from my morning breath.”

“Yes. Your terrible morning breath.” She deadpans, already shifting up to kiss him.

“Well I mean if you think I have-“

“Ren shut up.” She says, throwing a leg over his torso to straddle him and kiss him in a way that shows there are things she would much rather him do with his mouth at the moment than brush his stupid teeth.

ANON!!! I am putting down cat food!! Please! Return to me! This is so fucking hot I'm going to swallow my own fist to keep from saying all the deranged things!!! I need more, bestie!! 😭

#long post #lovely anon #answer #fic rec

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