#hermitcraft s8 finale | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

shepscapades · 5 months

Text

49. Moon Waltz - Piano Version — Cojum Dip

Tuna, i don't know HOW you picked this song but it's literally one of the most heart wrenching things on dbhc Tango's playlist so. congratulations. i think <3 I think I said ages ago in some tags that Tango was about to get the dbhc Etho Angst treatment, and i got very quickly distracted/consumed by Destruction and Doc/Xisuma related Angst, but boy oh boy am i glad i get to finally hit on a little bit of this poor man's trauma LDFKJGDFG

I'l try to keep this brief but. I'm insane enough about the hermitcraft season 8 finale as is, and even more than that i'm crazy enough about Tango's hermitcraft season 8 finale, and then on top of all that, you're telling me a jaded, bitter android whose characterizing moments of anger and failure are carried on his sleeve is the same android who tried to be the hero and save his friends, only to let an oversight be the reason he not only fails, but destroys his body in the process???? ?? ? A machine who isn't supposed to make oversight mistakes???? A machine who somehow let a rabbit be the reason he failed ? ? ??? I dont know what you expected from me other than to be extremely unwell about him and this whole arc in general

The base version of this song is just as good, but something about the piano version gets the vibes just right for these scenes... Something about the waltz-style cheeriness of the vocals contrasting to how horrific the lyrics and situation actually are. Idk man i'm fine don't look at me

#dbhc #dbhc tango #tangotek #hermitcraft #hermitcraft dbh au #hermitcraft s8 finale #moon big #hermitcraft season 8 #hc season 8 #hermitcraft s8 #tango #art escapades #HRAGHARHGHARGH i promise i dont have a million drawings for every song <said yknow like a liar #tw death #tw vast #tw blood #tw technogore #lemme know if i missed any content warnings!#i'm literally so not okay about him. and this snowballed okay.#fun composition turned into “oh let me do some studies so i know what i'm drawing” turned into dramatically lit pieces with full lighting #yes the red is purposeful. dont look at me #my last crazy person rambling thought:#i like that it's unclear if the concept of being 'alive' is 'wrong' is because he's dying #or if it's because he never considered himself alive in a human sense in the first place #i just think. an android who's build for thermo regulation and resisting heat and explosions.#dying to an explosion that split his already-broken shell. making it wayyy too cold #is the most ironic freaking way to slowly loose power. trying to regulate the heat in his body because space is so cold and hes not #built for that.#dbhc music #dbhc art

1K notes · View notes

applestruda · 1 year

Text

Possible boatem knights au cub

#boatem knights au #cubfan135 #cubfan135 fanart #hermitcraft #hermitcraft s8 #hermitcraft fanart #my art #finally got around to designing sorcerer cub #jwjsbw i had mentioned this but never actually did anything with it #character designs

2K notes · View notes

quaranmine · 1 year

Text

every now and then i'll be on hermit's stream or something and they'll mention something about S8 with the modifier of "i know not everybody liked it" (scar was the most recent person i saw do this, on his stream earlier this week) and it is at that point i have to once again reconcile the irreparable harm that reddit has done to society

#sorry. SORRY!#i was looking at that 'who had the worst ending' poll that's going around rn and how hermitcraft S8 is at only 1%#like dang if we were on reddit it'd be higher 🙄#sorry not sorry it's been over a year and i'm still upset at the unfair criticism that the subredditors gave toward the finale #when it was by and far largely loved by almost every other corner of the fanbase #except that the hermits themselves most read reddit.....

915 notes · View notes

weaselmcdiesel · 2 years

Note

if ur still taking requests: moon’s big

moon's big alright

#WAH! IT'S FINALLY DONE! IM SO SICK OF IT!#hermitcraft #my art #mumbo jumbo #grian #goodtimeswithscar #impulsesv #pearlescentmoon #boatem #how long were you waiting on this request? XD #it's just like me to post s8 content with s9 is bustling #anyway moons big <3 #thank you for the request!#not taking requests atm if anyone is wondering<3 #mcyt

2K notes · View notes

jmaxart098 · 2 years

Video

S8 Evil X plot in a nutshell

(Original: https://youtu.be/DN9DW4rrEjY )

#man i still cant believe s8 finale is like 5 months ago #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #welsknight #xisuma #evil xisuma #JMArtX

1K notes · View notes

avocad1sh0w0 · 1 year

Text

FOUND THIS ON PINTEREST

I'M OFFICIALLY GOING.CRAZY HERE

OUR FANARTS HAVE BEEN HEARD!

#grian #desert duo #hermitcraft #gtws #hc grian #last life smp #trafficshipping #3rd life #hermitcraft s8 #cuteguy #hotguy #desertduo #hermitcraft s9 #FUCKING FINALLY OUR PRAYERS AND FANFICTIONS/FANARTS HAVE BEEN HEARD

398 notes · View notes

theminecraftbee · 2 years

Text

Joe had tried to write a will once.

Well, more accurately, he’d tried to make Cleo write one. After all, she had appropriate custody over an entire ship full of ghost sailors that season! If she’d inconveniently died, it would have been irresponsible to leave her armor stands to figure out what to do with the disaster that had resulted. Simply irresponsible, not to have a will.

Cleo had laughed at him. “Joe, I’m already dead. I’m not sure zombies can legally have wills.”

He’d huffed back. “Zombies can be responsible with what to do after they depart this plane the same as everyone else. Or, the second time they depart? You may have a point on the legality of the matter...”

He’d ended up half writing one too. To be honest, even as they both updated it season-to-season, Joe rarely had much he wasn’t willing to leave behind or loose. Oh, sure, he was terrible at letting go. One of the last through to the next world at the end of most seasons, in fact, too many projects still in the works, too many irons still in the fire. But not being willing to let go and not being willing to lose - those are two different things, now aren’t they? So, honestly, not much in his will. Normally, just who would take custody of any pets he’d picked up. (It was Cleo, and then normally either Xisuma or Scar if she couldn’t, depending on the pet and the year.)

He’d written it in rhyme this season, he thinks, standing alone in front of the spawn egg. Well, as fitting as everything else - no one will be around to execute it.

...and no one will have to. After all, Cleo had, after much cajoling, written hers in rhyme too, and he’s the executor. So, clearly, he can’t die, because that would put Cleo in real trouble if she managed to die a second time. Which she wouldn’t! Because she had a plan!

Maybe, he thinks, Cleo had a point, back then. Joe conquers death, and Cleo’s already died once.

What -

- he stares at the moon so long it burns his eyes, and then he takes flight again, ignoring the growing horrendous heat in his chest -

- what do they need wills for, anyway?

(Nothing at all.)

#yeah i don't know if i like this drafting it for now.#<- going through my drafts and apparently there’s just this WHOLE FICLET SITTING HERE?#with this as the only tag #and what the fuck this is actually good why didn’t I post it?#a bee fic #for the record this would have been written probably at most like two weeks after s8 finale #judging by other drafts #hermitcraft #joe hills #zombiecleo #moon’s big #<- been a while since I used that one #anyway since I am feeling an unknowable anxiety and can’t sleep there’s at least one other ficlet in here worth finishing/rescuing #so you may get another Old Thing Second Wrote

270 notes · View notes

tunastime · 1 year

Text

prove to me that angels do love us

or Scar finds that the many times he's pulled into the void it feels almost like home, a radiance unlike the times he's died before. A painlessness, a love. And then he starts to connect the dots.

or, Grian loves Scar, just in a very strange way.

(Scar keeps falling into the Boatem Hole. He's starting to figure out why. Grian pines after a man prone to falling into the Boatem Hole. He's starting to think it's his fault.)

(17,203 words) (ao3)

Grian has a problem.

He isn’t supposed to feel this way. He, really, isn’t supposed to do a lot of things. He’s not supposed to be interacting. He’s not supposed to play favorites. But it feels too hard not to—so much to see and feel and touch and interact with and speak to and be near and he has to take it all in. What if it’s too late later? What if he doesn’t have forever like they all say he does?

Being a Watcher comes with many perks. And Grian abused them profusely. That wasn’t his problem, though. His problem was that Scar kept getting himself killed by the Boatem Hole and Grian knew it was his fault.

Not physically, though the number of times Grian pushed Scar into the Boatem Hole could not easily be counted on one hand. He didn’t mean for whatever he was feeling to seep into the fabrics of the world he stayed in but it seemed that people often felt a little pulled into the Boatem Hole and it was becoming an issue. Especially for Scar.

He decided, though, that as of now, it wasn’t a problem. It hadn’t happened in weeks, so it was a nonissue, right?

Future Grian could deal with it.

Grian stretches his legs out in front of him. He’s perched on the shingled roof of his house, picking at the leaves stuck under the thin sheets of deepslate. There’s a tight feeling in his stomach, one that he doesn’t think a real meal will settle. He leans back for a moment, letting the sun onto his face, stretching large bright wings under the rays just to let them soak a bit longer. Some days it was a blistering heat, and today, thankfully, it isn’t.

Leaning forward, Grian looks out onto Boatem. The sun is about midway through the sky, still high enough to beam open down on him. As he shields his eyes, he sees someone, down on the paths of Boatem, tracking toward the buildings edging the Swaggon.

Oh , Grian notices, even without the tall hat and red, two tailed coat, Scar .

“Scar!” Grian shouts. He lifts his arm, waving in a wide circle. Scar pauses, looking up. He shades his eyes, then waves back, squinting.

He looks small from this height, carrying a bag, carrying a pickaxe, leaning heavy on the wooden walking stick he propped himself up with. He walks far enough into the shade of the wagon to where Grian loses him. He sits up, craning his neck, trying to catch a glimpse of his green waistcoat but finds nothing but trees.

After a minute, he sees him again and sits back. He watches him move heavy stacks of copper bricks, lifting and moving the oxidized metal back and around, further down and out of sight. Just peeking into view, Grian can see a shape rising further down, nearly covered by the trees. More Swaggon. More buildings. More copper. Scar disappears again, and Grian doesn’t see him reappear.

Grian laughs to himself. Without the mountain to keep him occupied, Scar had to find other work, despite tired bones and aching muscles and a need to sit more than he stood. Grian sits back. Scar pushes himself too hard. He works too much. He needs to take a break.

Stretching his arms above his head, Grian stands, balancing precariously on the shingles of the roof. He sets himself against the chimney to stabilize himself, feet planted on the cusp of the roof’s ridge. As he does, he sees Scar again. He’s shaking his head, moving around the side of the Swaggon. He holds his hand awkwardly. He doesn’t have his staff.

Grian frowns.

“You okay, Scar?”

Scar pauses as, for the second time, he hears his name. He looks up, nodding as he recognizes Grian, but Grian doesn’t take that as an answer to his question. Scar ducks away as Grian’s eyes leave him. Grian tsks as when his eyes snap back he doesn’t see Scar, and in a smooth motion, he pulls away from the chimney and down into the wind, catching the air and the sun in his feathers. He drags himself down to the Earth, feet meeting grass and soil. He can hear Scar, but he can’t see him.

“Scar?”

“He-ey! Grian!” Scar calls. Grian can see the green outline of his waistcoat behind the wheels of the wagon, near the clutter of chests he called an organization system. As Grian ducks under the wheels of the wagon, Scar turns away from him, still holding himself at a peculiar angle. He turns his head, rather than his body, to see Grian approach.

Grian frowns, eyebrows furrowing.

“You alright?” he asks again. Scar nods, eyebrows pulling together, waving his hand.

“Oh, I’m fine, looking for some bandages, though, you know...” he trails off. He sounds transfixed on something else other than Grian, eyes darting as he opens another chest beside him, digging through. He pauses his rifling for just a moment as he finds what he��s looking for: a roll of white bandage. His eyes flick back to Grian and his face flushes.

“It’s all good, you know me,” he says, a little laugh coming to his voice. Grian sees the edges of his smile peek across his face, and though it does little to sooth the anxiety bubbling up in his chest, it’s nice, it feels nice to see, and it nearly distracts him long enough to miss that Scar is rapidly pulling away the roll of bandage.

“Scar, let me see that,” Grian grabs his arm. Scar folds, turning toward him, but lifts his hand, half wrapped, above his head.

“It’s fine!”

“Give me your hand!”

“Grian—” Scar huffs, trying to pull away from him. He can’t—Grian latches on to his wrist, pulling him back down. His wrist is sticky, and when Grian pulls the poorly wrapped bandage away, Scar’s palm comes up red. Scar winces.

“Careful!” he chides. Grian’s frown deepens as he looks up at him.

“What did you do?”

“I—” Scar squirms, trying to pull his hand away. “I just cut myself cutting copper, I’m fine!”

“Let me see that,” Grian gestures to the bandage in Scar’s other hand. Hesitating, Scar did, sighing through his nose. He’s rolled up his sleeves, Grian notices, so the blood that sticks to his hand and wrist hasn’t stained his shirt, but it stains the pale scars on his skin and crawls down the side of his arm. Scar splays his fingers as Grian starts to work. He pulls the bandage around his hand, holding his hand aloft by his wrist. Scar keeps his head down. His eyes follow the movement, he keeps silent.

“You’ve got to be more careful,” Grian says. “What happens when it’s deep enough to be sewn up? You know you can’t hold stitches, you...” Grian sighs. There’s no use chastising Scar more than he needed. He shakes his head, but his expression softens. He doesn’t think Scar is really listening anyway.

“Yeah, yeah,” Scar says. His voice is tinged with amusement as he sighs again through his nose, and that smile returns. Grian rolls his eyes as he drops Scar’s wrist.

“Thanks, Grian,” Scar says after a beat. Grian nods and he can’t help smiling back.

“Yeah, no problem.”

“Say,” Scar says, squinting down the path he made from the chests over to the newest build—Grian can see it now, it’s ladders and scaffolding and he really can’t tell if it’s anything coherent but it looks rather nice so he doesn’t think twice about it. “Do you think you can get my cane for me?”

He looks between Grian and the build before he continues. “The braces work pretty well as a standalone but I’d prefer it to walk, and I got a little distracted with the...'' he looks away sheepishly. “with the blood and whatnot.”

Grian sighs, though it’s less out of displeasure and more out of worry. He nods.

“Sure I can,” he says, and Scar’s face lights up as he sits on one of the chests. It only takes a moment for Grian to find it, carrying it over to Scar. He holds it out, and when Scar takes it from him their hands rest together on the wooden body. Even though his stomach drops, Grian forces a smile.

“Thanks,” Scar says. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I’d say die, but you do that with my help too,” Grian manages as he pulls his hand away. Scar snorts.

“You can say that again,” he sighs, smiling at Grian. Grian’s stomach does a little flip as Scar says: “But I appreciate it. At least you try.”

“I try...” Grian trails. Scar gives him a firm pat on the shoulder with his good hand, snapping him out of the temporary daze that holds him. He startles, looking into Scar’s face.

“I’ve got to get back to cutting copper, but I promise I’ll be careful,” Scar says. He gives Grian’s shoulder a squeeze, and Grian nods.

“Please do,” Grian manages.

He watches Scar as Scar moves away from him, casting a carefree smile over his shoulder as he does, turning his bandaged hand over and over. Grian watches him go until he becomes lost behind a wheel of the Swaggon, and continues watching until the shadows grow a bit longer than before and the trees loom a little higher.

There’s an oppressive feeling in Grian’s stomach, and he’s not sure what he’s supposed to do about it. As he trails back to his home, he turns his problem over in his head. At this point, was it even fair to consider it a problem? Was feeling a problem? A bad thing? Did he want to not like Scar? Scar—with a comforting smile and pretty eyes, with a knack for getting into, and subsequently out of chaos, Grian’s favorite pastime, someone who fully, wholeheartedly trusted him to keep him safe, a man who he would follow to the end of the Earth to keep alive, who’s laugh was akin to being held, who’s attention to detail captivated him, who’s hands created at flights of fancy, who’s—

Grian teeters, boots peeking over the edge of the Boatem Hole.

He shakes his head—yes, yes all of those things were true, but what good was a feeling he could never express? What good was a feeling that was simply eating him alive?

Standing at the edge of the Boatem Hole, Grian looks out onto Boatem Proper. There’s a stillness in the drafty afternoon air that carries with it the smell of sea water and wheatgrass and Grian takes a lungful before he decides what to do. Pearl’s house, a menagerie of windows and doors strewn open to take in the air, meets his eye.

Pearl , Grian thinks. A Watcher. Watcher in creed as much as he was, bright eyes and bright wings and a bright energy for getting into trouble. He’d gone to her a million times before—what was a million and one?

read the rest on ao3!

#scarian #grian #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #gtws #hermitshipping #hermitcraft #hermitcraft s8 #hermitcraft fic #mcyt fic #mcyt #watcher!grian #a tunastime scarian original #as per usual back on my scarian bullshit #i worked for over a year on this one!! finally posted chapter 6 today so it is complete at last!!#i hope you all enjoy it as much as i did :3 #more ethubs content on the way soon though ehhehehehehehee

78 notes · View notes