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hmshermitcraft · 1 month
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When Mumbo found a broken down, ruined Android in the forest at 16, he decided to help them and fix them up.
Almost 12 years later, Iskall found out that Mumbo redesigned them to look exactly like his type.
Mumbo was always warned about creating such advanced AI for Iskall. How it could turn on him, become destructive, blah blah blah.
Mumbo doesn't think any of them considered said AI bullying him for his tastes as a teenager every opportunity he gets. Iskall is never going to let him live this down. This is the worst.
Mumbo just has to make sure Iskall never finds out that his type hasn't changed since...
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mbohjeezart · 2 years
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Hermits - Preview WIP
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Every hermitcrafter I’ve been keeping up with! (From left to right: Doc, Grian, Scar, Mumbo, Tango, Xisuma, Iskall)
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jexvex · 2 years
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Assassin for hire,,,,don't mind if I do!!!
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locusfandomtime · 8 months
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there they are… the hermit crabs
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darubyprincx · 1 month
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HERMITS STOP GOING ONTO REDDIT AND STOP READING MEAN COMMENTS CHALLENGE U ARE ALL BEAUTIFUL AND PEOPLE ARE IDIOTS. WE LOVE YOU. seriously we love you and we love how laid back this season has been so far. love and light, signed the entirety of hermitblr and people who love what yall do without exceptions
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transfemzedaph · 3 months
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decided to combine the crop top skin & the short shorts skin youre all so very welcome
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and the skin for you all <3
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flareyn · 1 month
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salemoleander · 2 months
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At the end of Iskall's ep he's become fixated on fishing, sees a salmon floating on the water, and then gets a mending book
... and idk why bc that is So Much Less ominous or pointed than half the stuff that's happened, but for some reason that's what made me sure the fishing religion/big salmon stuff is becoming a capital-T Thing. Lore. Plot. Whatever you wanna call it. There's Stories Afoot.
(I don't know how the snail fits into it yet. I'm sure that will become evident in due time)
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galaxygermdraws · 2 months
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Some S10 doodle dumps. Just some miscellaneous doodles then an in depth of how I've designed a Cyberpunk Impulse (plus a bonus Bdubs). I've been having way too much fun.
(reblogs with tags/comments are appreciated. Thankyuuuuu)
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sentientstump · 1 year
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found an unfinished animatic for the season 9 first day, ✨hweat shenanigans✨ that i started a year ago ( o_o wdym a year ago ) And i kinda can't finish it now, so here you go!
yes, thats a horse head, its essential
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also have a meme
i did a high resolution version as well but then i remembered why i wanted to do the animatic in the first place... and it's for that moment when a goofy looking horse cuboid head stares at you with its nose and you can't even see it's eyes
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horse-head-farms · 2 months
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day 2: Royalty/Knight @mcyt-yuri-week
False, a knight famous for her ability to slay magical beings, was sent by her king to defeat the greatest threat of all - the fae. Here, she enters the faerie realm and is greeted by none other than the queen herself, waiting upon her forest throne.
Having grown up on tales of the fae and their evil trickery, False is surprised by how beautiful and kind the queen is, but isn’t going to let down her guard yet.
Queen Stress is rather impressed by this mortal who not only managed to find her way into the faerie realm, but is also brave (and foolish) enough to try and fight her! She has no intention of hurting False, and instead wants to teach her the mischievous ways of the fairies, get her to lighten up a bit and all that. And, well, if she tries to court the handsome knight along the way, who can blame her?
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hmshermitcraft · 25 days
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Nobody on the server knows how to react when Etho gets ill. Mostly because they're still under the impression that he's rather independent, that because he usually bases a little farther away than most and his quiet nature means that he prefers to handle things by himself.
His neighbors would beg to differ.
Xisuma got a taste of it in season seven, early on when Etho's monstrosity didn't have any roofs (rooves??) it rained and Etho caught a cold. Xisuma woke the next day with Etho standing at the door of his bed, wrapped in a blankie, "mom i frew up" look on his face. Poor guy was miserable!! X made him some chicken soup and let him crash in his base for a while.
Then in season eight iskall got a helping of ethosick before the moon went to shit. Iskall still doesn't know what he caught, but not night Etho woke him up shivering and asking if he could take them up on the cuddling. He was cold, which was odd since they live in the savannah, but iskall would never turn down some nice casual intimacy so they curled up together for the whole night and far into the day. When it got warm enough they took Etho outside and sat him on some warm grass and some fresh baked bread.
Season nine Etho got very ill during decked out and so everyone got a little taste of taking care of the slab, letting him nap on the spawn bed in-between his runs, asking simple yes/no questions so he wouldn't have to speak, keeping the volume down so his head wouldn't hurt so bad, the works.
Now in season ten Etho's chosen victim is Gem. He keeps visiting, day after day, not for very long, just to talk for a little and hang out, but she still finds it odd. Eventually she asks him what's up, and he admits that he's feeling homesick.
Etho's an arctic fox, Gem is a red fox. Etho's been deprived of having an actual packmate, another fox who understands him, ever since he joined the server.
"awh, you poor thing,"
"don't make funna me!"
"nah cmon, ok. C'mere then."
They dig out a den to stay in for the night, Gem learns that Etho's elbows could be classed as lethal weapons. Maybe after they wake up she'll teach him how to use them in combat.
-carrie
Etho is a cutie, really, is Gem's verdict. A big ol' softie who hates to be called one. She's always been pretty independent herself, but it's still nice to have somebody to den with and sleep the night away (and sometimes a fair amount of daytime too!)
Just don't expect her to read any bedtime stories! That's where she draws the line!
(She'd probably still do it if Etho asked.)
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snalz-artt · 1 year
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Well!!! I had to do one of these eventually!! Here’s the full Hermitcraft Season 9 lineup!! Full image under the cut :]
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Bdubs is shorter than Tango without the shoes, actually. <3 This was lots of fun, rbs very appreciated. Let me know what u think of the design of your favourite guy! If you want! I’d like to hear <3
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jexvex · 2 years
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"Ohh songbirddd!" Iskall looked around, doing his best to look for Grian. Iskall may be a professional assassin and tracker, yet this other man just loved to take to the skies at any point possible. Harder to track. Not impossible. Just a tad more challenging. Iskall always was a fan of challenges. Grian was full of them.
No reply.
Iskall took out a whistle. It shone against any light, beaming it back. Golden. Engravings in ender, only few can read. Reading out Songbird's Melody. He blew against it nice and soft. Standing in wait.
From the sky there was a shadow. Quick and sudden. Disappearing just as soon as it appeared. Another blow from the golden trinket. Ruffles of the tree tops before a dive down. A chirp to greet the silence anyone else heard after blowing on the trinket.
There on the ground after a crash dive, sat Grian. Flames mixed with his golden hair, light brown highlights in the shade of caramel formed within his fringe. His teeth were poking out in a slight smug little prankster grin. Small tusks mixed with small fangs. One tusk and one fang respectfully on each side. Smaller then usual his body stature seemed to be standing at a good 4'4". Talons that were the shade of nightshade, dark and crisp. He was nothing but pattered about with ash and soot amongst his bright red jumper. Burnt holes in it. Little duck tail popping out of his black leggings. Made it easier for his birdlike half to be athletic and flexible. His brown voidlike eyes had somewhat of a malicious look to them, grin widening as he looked down.
His crash land was broken by Iskall.
"You called?" Grian looked down at the other, more smug then usual. Aware, very aware he was crushing the other. Iskall's eyes were covered with a black blindfold, hand coming up to meet Grian's cheek. The taller man, standing at a good 6'3's hands felt firm but gentle. Using them to feel Grian's face.
"You know I called. I can feel your expression you know." Iskall chuckled. Shaking his head. "Up and off of me, you beast." This comment was only allowed to be made by him in a joking tone. Grian was his familiar after all. No one else's. It was similar to making snide jokes and taunts with your good friends.
Grian hopped off Iskall. Iskall's clothing now having a mix of dirt and soot covering him. Golden feathers too. Grian squatted near him, poking him with a stick. "I am not THAT heavy! C'mon and get up! I can die an unlimited amount of times but you got a certain few, don't want to waste it from a 'death from stick poke' in the chat." Grian giggled, continuing to poke the other. Only gaining grunts from Iskall.
"Leave me here to die." Iskall laughed, sitting up. His beard was grown out a tad more, feeling more flushed out and full. It was covered with pollen after being thrown amongst the flowers. It made him sneeze.
"Nope! That's my job, not yours!" Grian giggled more profusely, he couldn't help making his favorite Phoenix styled jokes. Be it that was his species.
Iskall broke into laughter and shook his head. "Pesky bird." Only to stand now. He wore a villagers blacksmith's armor, along with their trade's outfit. Brushing himself off. His pants were loose, long and baggy. A nice deep slate grey. A green star sign appeared on his nice belt buckle. It held up his working belt. Held his sword and other blacksmithing tools.
"That's me! The peskiest bird! Though you might want to get home soon. Don't want to have to cause another Forest fire to keep you safe like I had to last time." Grian taunted, teasing about Iskall's nap in the woods.
"Ah hey! Don't remind me!" Iskall waved his hand.
"Too late! It'll be late soon and you'll keep being reminded if you don't let me on your shoulder so we can go home!"
Iskall sighed, not annoyed, just amused. "Finee. Fine. C'mon, let's get home before we'll have to be questioned by the town's mayor again."
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kiwibirdlafayette · 1 month
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hermicraft scribbles from work today :D ft. bits from some of the main POV’s im keepin up with this season :3c
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piecanl · 5 months
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Something about qTubbo not just going on a silent killing spree, but making sure it's equal and fair to his opponents sends chills down my spine.
This feeling of seeing someone devolve from hopeless diplomacy to mindless slaughter in just one day and STILL seeing remnants of that fairness yesterday's person so desperately hoped for just. Haunts me
This whole time he could've went for every single kill, could've struck and maimed, could've been showered in a bloodbath day after day
But he chose to farm impossible resources instead, nerfing his whole team to make everything fair.
It haunts me.
It makes me think about what put Tubbo in that ice prison in the first place, just how much is he capable of?
If pushed far enough what would he do?
I mean we saw a glimpse of the lengths he'd go to with Quackity, and even THEN he didn't lay a single finger on the duck.
He could've killed him over and over and over and overandoverandoverandover, but he didn't. He phycologically fucked with his mind.
Just who is Tubbo really?
An engineer, the youngest of the server, kind, slightly naive to a fault, trusting, selfless.
A better question might be "who WAS Tubbo".
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