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i need big brother ingo vibes rn

Sorry you had to get me trying to relearn how to draw these guys

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Warning for Body Horror. This is not part two to Agee and Chei, and admittedly there is a reason beyond my terrible social skills.

A lot will be coming up! I will looking to getting a job and volunteer work to hopefully start earning money and experience to work on my passion project. I will also be learning to drive soon. So I will be a bit busy from my drawings and everything will take a lot longer to be made, plus I wish to finish my main projects first such as the rankings and the start of Atelo.

But there’s definitely the chance I’ll be busy from doing fanart for a while(though I hope to possibly draw the winners for the Submas Tournament) once we start getting things done. That being said, while I will be posting small things my today’s ranking from my brother on his favorites, I did have something on my mind after I realized I forgot to include this in my ask.

I am not milking Chimera Emmet; I am simply milking Submas angst because until Gamefreak gives them an ending, I’ll just assume the worst for the duo(I have drawn at least three ghost Ingo in this month alone)

I have drawn Ghost Emmet before…twice. One as a what if Emmet died during whatever event happened for Ingo to be taken to Hisui and remained in the Station as a friendly ghost npc you could challenge to a battle still. The other was a what if of Emmet being a Hisuian Zoura that was transported back to time when Ingo was a child, and took on his form. To his surprise the human he met was friendly, and the two’s facade of being twins to protect Emmet became genuine. But due to the remnants of rift energy in Emmet, it eventually led to Ingo being sucked into a rift(possibly because he was protecting Emmet from being sent back to the place he despised). Basically both stemmed from weird dreams.

But I remember that some animals, especially pets, are rumored to be able to see the dead. So my brain went wild and drew this art of @raisans-art Au(as I said, will probably be at least a couple weeks till I draw detailed fanart like this minus the possible tournament one due to the busy schedule. I love Chei and Agee but they are verrrry detailed bois) in one day about Ingo passed out from exhaustion and Agee seeings things

I don’t know where that chair came from

I think I gave Agee the perfect expression for if this randomly happened to someone. Also, you heard it straight from Ghostmet’s mouth: two separate people

Needed a Warden Ingo reference

A much shorter comic but this one had dialogue this time and I didn’t want to make something to long. Hopefully I can continue churning out art and comics of all types of things, because I do genuinely enjoy doing these type of projects. Still, I hope you all enjoy this rambling of Ghostmet and have a great rest of your day!

[fair-fae]

FFxivWrite23 Entry #1: Envoy

FFxivWrite 2023 FFxivWrite23 Masterpost Prompt #1: Envoy

“Does the name Zularti Vensar mean anything to you, m’lady?” Faye’s hands immediately went limp, dumbfounded. She forgot about the teacup she had been holding, fumbling and catching it before it completely upturned, but not without sloshing several drops of its contents onto her gloves and the pink tablecloth to stain the fabric. Had she misheard him?

“I thought it sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it…” the Lalafell across the table continued thoughtfully, stroking his snowy white beard. Lord Raisan Arcmantle had been a friend and colleague for nearly a decade, and few could be as steadfast or capable, but perhaps his age was beginning to catch up to him. “Excuse me–I’m sorry, what?” the Midlander sputtered, unable to get any other words out. She took a moment to collect herself, quietly clearing her throat. “Why… why do you ask?” “We had a visitor here at the teahouse by that name a few days ago, and I showed him around. He said he was a member of the Harbingers of Dawn from the old days. I didn’t recognize him, but it’s been a long time, and my memory isn’t what it used to be… But he had his free company badge, and I know it as one I made by my own hand,” Raisan explained, and Faye did her best to keep up her calm veneer even as her head spun, finding little succeed in the endeavor.. “Zularti? That’s not… That’s not possible… He’s…” Her words trailed off, unable to bring herself to finish the thought, and she shook her head slowly. He couldn’t possibly be alive, could he? After all this time, all her searching, could he just show up out of the blue? It was the conclusion her heart leapt to, what she wished to be true more than anything else, but she couldn’t allow herself to entertain the idea and set herself up for such grave disappointment. So what was this, then? A cruel joke or veiled threat from someone who knew far too much? “What did this person look like?” The Lalafell continued to run his fingers along his goatee as he tried to recollect. “He was tall… but I suppose everyone is taller than me. My apologies, m’lady. I don’t remember much else that stood out. My memory is failing me.” Faye stared down at her teacup, her hands shaking. It took all her focus to be mindful of her Magitek prosthetic, to make certain she didn’t crush the porcelain beneath the metal digits. The conversation continued, but it felt so far away, the Hyur lost in her own thoughts. Raisan had given the visitor a tour and they reminisced. Raisan offered him a room to stay at the teahouse, but the man had refused. She would ask a question as casually as she could, and Raisan would offer a response that brought her no closer to the answers she truly wanted. Her dismay must have been so apparent from across the room that Drakkaern had taken notice and wandered over to her side to offer his comfort, and while some part of her was vaguely aware of his presence, she was too preoccupied to acknowledge the poor man with his hand upon her shoulder. “He did say he will return sometime. It should be easy to spot him if he does,” Raisan surmised. “We don’t get many Hrothgar around here.” Faye stared at him in disbelief. 

“Hrothgar?”

[pocato]

@raisans-art hello! I love your wing AU! Also I don't trust tumblr to send this via ask so I'm just gonna tag you!

So, after reading a bit about your ideas, I started thinking. How would Ingo fall to Hisui?

The answer decided to come as a fanfic!

Warning for mentions of wounds and well... hunting and all the things that come with that.

Cold. So cold. All around him.

Has the ground always been this white?

Where was he before?

The weight on his back shifts, but he quickly comands it to stop. Moving those hurts too much.

Everything hurts, So Much.

Who is he?

Before this all encompasing whiteness, was there something? A name? A memory? Someone else?

The cold seeps into his bones and chills his feathers to the core. He should move, keep warm in motion. He's too tired to do so.

Contemplating his last moments and seeing if he can reach the other life with at least a way to call himself, the figure falls unconsious.

A curious purple creature approachs it. It's not familiar with this one's scent. Must be an outsider. What is it doing wandering so far?

No matter, this being needs help, and giglar is too small to carry it. Luckily, a machoke is nearby with it's young, so with a promise of a challenge, the mother aids the fallen one to reach a safer place.

When he comes to, he finds himself nestled somewhere warm. He hurts less too. A memory flutters to the forefront of his mind. He grasp it with a desesperation he didn't believe himself capable of.

A man in white smiling, calling someone. Was it him?

Ingo!

He's not quite sure, but at least now he has a name for himself.

He decides to open his eyes, and finds himself far too close to a smiling blissey. How uncourt of him! He's sleeping on her pouch!

The sound of other pokemon rouse him fully. He's safe here, these kind creatures came to his aid. He would thank them all if his throat wasn't killing him. Best he can do is offer a tired coo and chirp.

This seems to be enough. He's glad.

After a bit of moving, he manages to stand, but it's quite obvious he shouldn't move too much. Blissey eggs can work wonders, but they don't heal humans that well...

How does he know that?

Not important right now. He needs fire, water and if possible, food. There's a bit of wood in this cave, so he just needs to ignite it and then search something that can hold snow to boil it.

Machoke decides to help, seeing that what he tries is also helpful for everyone inside. Gligar goes out, possibly to search for food. Hopefully it brings extra.

The little machop finds a bowl shapped thing seemingly made of metal between the other stuff that was near him. A pat on her head as a thank you is very well recieved.

Cave becoming cozier by the minute and snow slowly melting, is when he strips of his outer layers to help them dry, and curls his wings around himself. Moving them stills hurts, and the hiss he can't quite contain arouses the worry of his companions.

Timing is on his side and this is when gligar returns, bearing the spoils of her hunt. He's not quite sure how to prepare the meat for consumption, so he leaves that for later while he stabs berries to roast over the fire.

Once he (mostly) manages to skin the carcass, he prepares it to smoke it until cooked. A bit of weirdly crunchy salt will help it have extra flavor and also make it last longer.

Like that, surrounded by good company, is how he spends his first day in an unknown land.

Next time he wakes, the fire was out, his clothes dry and he had enough energy to try to find food by himself. He tries to take flight, but his body demans he stays on the ground.

His companion seem to have an idea of what he wants to do, so they follow him while he searchs for more wood, water and food.

He finds a few mostly dry and small logs, some weird radishes, more berries, a few chunks of salt, one or two mushrooms that seem safe for human consumption and other things that will hopefully help him. Coming back to the cave to leave his treasure, he's derailed by blissey who insist on going in a certain way.

They find themselves in a termal water lake. Oh! Blissey can boil he egg here and make it's healing more potent!

Apparently they're not the only ones interested, a few pokemon of all kind come near and blissey is more than happy to share.

Ingo feels good enought to strech out his wings, but it seems he needs another sesion before he can soar again. Grabbing his treasure, they make way back to camp. But they stop when gligar anouces the precense of another pokemon in front of the entrance.

An abra is floatting dangerously close to the ground, seems he was attacked, managed to flee but it was drained. Blissey wouldn't have more eggs until later. So he decides to approach. The small abra tries to use it psychic powers, but they're so weak right now, they only blur his vision a little.

When he manages to get close enough, the poor thing collapses on the snow. He cradles it within his arms and makes a cocoon with his wings then goes inside the cave to see if any of the food he found can be used as medicine.

Machop points towards a leek, and once he hands it over, they crush it and squezze it's juice over the wounds of the abra. He makes a pulp with oran and sitrus berries and slowly feeds his newest passenger.

Once they're treated, he lays them to rest against him and covers them with his wings. Blissey and machoke cuddle together to keep warm after starting the new fire. Machop and gligar both decide to joing him and lean against him while he takes part of the guest nest that blissey leaves for her patients.

He drift into dreamland looking at the fire, and for a moment, he swears he saw a flicker of purple.

The next day arrives and abra seems to be doing better! And as a matter of fact, so is he!

He manages to do small take offs, but he's still too tired for proper flight. In a pinch he can glide, but better leave it for emergencies. Safety first!

He decides to bring a bit more food to stock up and repay the pokemon's kindness. As much as he doesn't mind their company, he will, sonner or later, need to find people like him.

The leek trick machop showed him the other day came in handy, he uses the juices to preen his feathers and heal the bumps that hurt the most.

The direction they have choosen today guides them towards a temple, but it seems quite empty of human life. A huge... Braviary? (They're not suppoused to look like that, but how are they suppoused to look like in the first place? And how does he know what it is? His head hurts.) Looks down on them, but otherwise leaves them alone.

On the way back the earth starts shaking. Looking up almost gives him a heart attack. That's the biggest pokemon he has ever seen, wherever it's going, he's going to wait far away until he can fly, or make sure no one get's crushed.

Another day, another session of boiled egg, another night cuddling for warm. Time passes as he slowly heals and learns more and more about the place he ended up in. Sometimes he can't sleep, and goes to the entrance and hears the calls of the ghost that trive at night. He avoids exploring on his own, always some of his new agents go with him to keep in out of trouble, much too curious for his own good, their gazes seem to say, even if there's fondness hidden away in a exasperated frown.

Gligar and him take to the skies once blissey gives the ok, and he makes a few rounds of everywhere they been. On the distance, there's a mountain that reaches the heavens. The sky has not been unclouded since he arrived, and he's reluctant to break through and lose sight of everything for now.

His wariness pays off, there's smoke in the distance, far too clear to be a fire type. He get's very excited, and dives down to get a closer look. The night gives him cover with his darker plumage and black clothes, and he manages to make out a few humans making rounds near a settlement. Why aren't they flying? No matter, he leaves in search of his friends, he must thank them and bid them goodbye.

Only, the littlest ones in the group refuse to separate from him. Hm, he's not sure he can carry machop, (there's a device that allows him to carry pokemon easily, he's quite certain, but he has none with him, a shame) so he'll just fly slowler. He's about to depart when machoke holds him back. Right, is late. Better go in the morning and try to bring with him some of the stuff blissey won't need.

Morning paints the clouds a light grey and after they say goodbye, he makes way towards the settlement with new cars attached to his train.

(What's a train?)

Little machop runs ahead, but the guards of the place among the snow shout and draw spears towards his charge. That's not right.

A shout comes from the ground, in a language he's vaguely familiar with. For the first time, he realized he has almost completly comunicated with animalistic sounds. He really needs to talk to people again. But he's going down the wrong track. Focus!

The guards try to make machop go away, but they nick her little fist instead. She cries out in pain, and he growls.

He dives down in front of her, shielding her with his whole wingspan. Abra teleports right behind him, and gligar perches on his shoulder.

The people are afraid. And well, this is not the best first impresion, but they shouldn't harm a peaceful pokemon! He tries to communicate as such but, the language escapes him, only the most basic of words come to the forefront.

"No hurt friend."

That came louder than he expected, but he's not suprised. He's angry but he should control his volume. He learned some time ago how easily sound creates avalanches.

A muscular man, followed by an elder woman and a teen, break out of the group of terrified people. (Did he do something wrong? Their guards hurt an innocent creature!) They seem to be muttering a word that reminds him of zoroark and zorua, but also brings pain to his head, so he ignores it and tries to appear less hostile. Retracts his wings, but uses them to shield his friends. Passes a berry to machop to eat and heal, which he knows she appreciates.

"Stranger."

It seems that the others finally decided to adress him, so he gives them his full attention and his gaze zeroes on the teen, the one who spoke.

"What are you? What are you doing here?"

Either he misunderstood something, or they're quite rude. Still, after translating the best he can, he answers.

"Me, Ingo. And lost. Help?"

By the looks of the three who came foward, this is going to be a very tedious hassle.

Welp, that's it! Hope you like it! Drew inspiration from this twitter thread too:

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#5

can you draw grumbot

I've been meaning to develop a design for him :) Heavily inspired by Canti from fooly cooly because that's peak robot design tbh

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#4

mumbotter for no reason in particular <3

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#3

sooo what if grian was the redstoner (pathetic cat) and mumbo was the builder (bird coded gremlin) :D it boils down to a fashion swap and personality swap really

3,604 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

#2

please, can we have a tango *offers you a flower*

turns out i lov tango you can have as many as you want 🥰 also used your ask as a chance to draw my favorite part of s9 XD

See the full post

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Here are my designs for my povs in season 9 :)

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#5

X played untitled goose game recently

fingers crossed this gets into tags, and I may post that thing I was working on too

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#4

as someone who separates the content creator from the minecraft character

seeing this gives off a really eerie feeling

like logically yes I know that's just another minecraft account, but what's the in world explanation for this? of xisuma just having another copy of himself standing and staring blankly next to him?

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#3

Hermitblr Compilation

Attention all of hermitblr!

I'm in the process of make a compilation of every single hermitblr. This is so that discovering new blogs to follow is made a lot easier.

Please reblog and take this survey!

Compilation is included as a link when you're done taking the survey

If you submit a form and need something changed, just lmk

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#2

no more xisuma as the boss/admin in aus

but instead x as the IT guy

like just imagine

"Have you tried turning it on and off again" (tired sigh)

"What have you been downloading on your communicator? 🤨"

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Hermitcraft is a cat sanctuary and Doc is their caretaker

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RENDOG TYRANT ARC CONFIRMED

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#4

Echoes

A piece inspired by this by @raisans-art

Professor Anthony 'Pixl' Riffs had always been good at reading people; it was one of his most famous party tricks back in college, being able to completely pick someone apart from just a short and casual conversation. In fact, a good amount of his food back then had been paid for by wagers with people who didn't believe he was that good.

So when he was sitting around that campfire last week, he noticed a lot.

He'd noticed that the pirate was on edge a lot more than most of them, though the man in leather armour also had the body language of someone on the run or hiding.

He'd noticed the woman with the pink hair was definitely hiding something, and that she was certainly not exactly human.

He'd noticed the blonde woman who arrived late was in this world unexpectedly, looking around with clear confusion.

But more than anything, he'd noticed that the tallest among them couldn't look any of them in the eye, but, more strikingly, wouldn't look at him at all.

That was what had caught his interest the most.

So he had taken to keeping an eye on the man, or god as he had discovered the previous day, to see if he was okay, to see why he was so... avoidant.

He'd just received a message from him, Joel he'd said his name was that day at the fire, that he was in need of a bunch of string and that he knew that Pix had a very good supply, so, gathering a bundle full, he set off across the mountains to find the location of his kingdom-to-be.

The floating islands were amazing, definitely befitting a god, but he couldn't help but get distracted by something in the crater where chunk of land had clearly come from.

He jumped down, expertly hopping from chunk of stone to chunk of stone, landing softly at the bottom and taking out a small trowel and a brush from his pack, and began inspecting the shape he had seen:

It wasn't very deep, so he wasn't expecting much, and anything he did find was probably only from the last century or two, but as he gently brushed the dirt aside he uncovered what looked like the pommel of a sword.

He put the brush down and picked up the trowel, carefully beginning to dig around the handle in an attempt to find the crossguard; once he had that, whatever remained of the blade itself could be dug out with ease. Unless it had become fused with mineral deposits in the soil that is. That would make things a bit more complicated.

"Professor?"

Pix straightened up, turning to the source of the voice; ah, yes, he'd come here for a reason hadn't he?

Joel's voice had been pained when he'd addressed him, something Pix noted down in his head for later, and he still wasn't looking at him, still just a little bit down and to the side.

"You mentioned you were gonna bring me some string?"

Standing up, Pix laughed, "Ah yes, apologies." He pulled out the bundle, checking the contents to make sure it was all still there, "I tend to get rather distracted by artifacts I'm afraid, hazard of my line of work." He tossed the bundle over, "here, six stacks of string, and a bundle you can use later."

The way Joel had flinched when he laughed was... almost alarming. It was a facial expression Pix knew well, one of someone being reminded of a loved one they had lost.

"Thanks man, I'll pay you back for this, I promise." The smile he gave was forced, so very forced, the eyes were far too sad for it to be genuine.

Pix approached Joel, putting a hand on his arm and looking up at him, squinting slightly as the sun was behind him but otherwise smiling kindly, "it's no problem at all. If you need anything, and I do mean anything, I'm always here for you. Don't be afraid to reach out, not even a god can do everything on his own." He glanced at the crater, "in fact I'm probably gonna be here for a bit anyway, I gotta get a good look at that artifact."

111 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

#3

Rendog, Jevin, Fear, Drawing For ya writing thing buddy

Tonight was a Bad transformation.

Ren had already had a very stressful day; he'd lost all of his shit mining for ancient debris to unlock the Gigapod, and kept trying to get past a ton of piglins when he'd had all his gold on him the first time so he could craft ingots on the go. Then, when all his stuff had despawned, he'd been heading into the shopping district when he got bombed by Scar with his Hawkeye nonsense, and then he was gathering sand when a chain reaction of falling blocks dropped him into a ravine.

So yeah. He was currently extremely overwhelmed, and his enhanced wolf senses weren't helping.

He was lying on the floorboards of his dog house, paw covering his right ear and the stump at his left elbow desperately reaching to cover his left ear.

Scar was messing with Grian, and Ren could hear them dog fighting outside over the Hermissippi, every rocket firing sounding like a gunshot and causing the wolf to flinch.

Directly across the river, TFC was only a few dozen blocks deep and Ren could hear him chipping away at the rock and the crashing of the rubble as it fell, just barely masking the sound of him whistling a tune he couldn't recognise.

Just the wind currents moving around the doghouse were too loud.

Suddenly, the door to his house opened with a soft creak, magnified by his panicked state of mind, and Ren recoiled with a loud distressed whimper.

"Ren? Dude, what's wrong?"

Ren felt someone approach him, he yelped as the atmospheric pressure in the room shifted and backed away as best he could with two of his limbs missing and he sniffed the air warily; the smell was wet and burned slightly like the chlorine in Keralis' pool, but it was also slightly fruity. He cracked open one eye cautiously to confirm: yup. Jevin.

Jevin had backed away, his hands in the air reflexively to show he meant no harm. "You have a bad day bud?" He asked softly.

Ren pawed at the one ear he could reach, whimpering.

"I can help put your legs on if you like, at least then you could cover your other ear. That sound like something you wanna do?"

Ren whimpered again, trying to paw with his left arm.

Jevin nodded; moving as quietly as he could, he put on a pair of gloves over his goopy hands to protect the delicate circuits involved and got the large robotic limbs out of the closet where Ren kept them. He assumed that the guy had just been too overwhelmed to get them out or grab someone to help him attach them, so he didn't tease him like he would have any other full moon, and just helped him get them affixed, referencing the book left on the labelled lectern as to the more complex connectors that dealt with nerves and making them move.

After a few minutes, with Jevin gently stroking Ren's fur as he worked, he was done. He stepped back to give Ren space, and took off his gloves.

Ren flexed his robotic paws, definitely a little calmer than before, systemically testing the connections one by one.

Jevin nodded to himself and went to leave, but as he reached the door he heard a soft little whine, and when he turned back to Ren he was met the wettest and most pathetic pair of puppy dog eyes he'd seen in his life. He stifled a laugh that was threatening to burst from him that would have been far too loud for the shaky canine.

"You want me to stay, pal?"

Ren nodded.

"Okay sure, if that's what you'd like."

Jevin moved back across the room and sat a block or two from Ren, fishing a spiral bound notebook from inside his head and a pencil from inside his hoodie pocket, and began to work on the plans for his megabase.

As he worked, he felt Ren shuffle towards him and rest his chin on his knee, and eventually he heard the soft sound of a very big wolf snoring.

Welp, looked like he was stuck here.

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#2

cubfan, joehills, sonder, barbecueing

Cub and Joe were rather similar creatures. Not biologically of course; Cub was some variety of faerie, tangentially related to the Vex, and Joe was very much human. What I mean is that their minds move in similar circles, logic following similar pathways and fluent in a similar dialect of nonsense.

So it wasn't much of a surprise that they wound up hanging out together pretty often.

Tonight they were at spawn, it was one of the rare nights on the server when Bdubs wasn't online to chase away the moon, and the two were taking that rare opportunity to soak in the vast ocean of stars above them.

Like all Southern dads, Joe was pretty adept at grilling, and tonight he had decided to treat his friend Cub to some of his signature brisket and burgers. The thick, meaty smell of beef and spices hung over spawn, a gentle breeze wafting it over the Hermissippi as Joe tossed the patties on the grill.

The sharp sizzle of the meat hitting the hot metal of the barbecue cut through the stillness of the night and Cub's eyes snapped to the source, part evolutionary instinct and part hypervigilance.

Joe caught his gaze and smiled softly; all of the Hermits knew how he and Scar were always on guard for the Vex or any Evokers that could twist them. "Don' worry Cub, it's just me. Last I checked Vex didn't sound like cooking meat."

Cub laughed, "Yeah, you're right."

"Mind if I ask what you were thinkin' about before I interrupted you? You seemed really focused on somethin'"

Cub hummed; Joe was always very perceptive, from the very first time he met the guy there was always a sense that he just Knew Things, even without having been told.

"I guess I was just thinking about how small we are, you know? Like, as well travelled as we try to be, there's always gonna be so much we don't see or know." He gestured across the Hermissippi, "like, Ren's been talking about this Gigacorp thing; back in the Concorp days I did dealings with a lot of other corporations, and they never came up. And even beyond that, how exactly did the other Hermits get here? Not how did they survive, but what did they experience on the way?"

Joe nodded, "Oh yeah, I know the feeling. There's a word for that, by the way, did you know?"

"Hm?"

"It's called sonder, the acute awareness that everyone has their own rich lives that you'll never have access to." He flipped a burger, "there are so many different stories being told, all the time, and there's only so much we can glean from our brief moments of crossover, and oftentimes it's better that way." He flipped the rest, "just like a burger bun can only hold so many toppings, our lives can only be so full before it becomes overwhelming and very unhealthy."

Cub smirked, "that's a bit rich coming from you man, it seems every day you're seeking out a whole supermarket's worth of toppings for your life."

Joe raised an eyebrow at Cub and smiled slyly, "well unlike most people I am constantly bored and my burger bun seems incapable of filling up, and also every time Cleo kills me I forget just a little bit of the extraneous toppings on my life burger."

Cub laughed loudly, his voice dully reverberating across the spawn village in the cool night air, dancing with the cinders from the grill, "Dang Joe, I'm surprised you even remember your own name at this point if that's the case."

"I'll be honest with you," Joe laughed, "I do forget occasionally. You know how respawn is after all. Also she really doesn't kill me that often, it's mostly just standard non-lethal violence like breaking limbs."

The pair laughed together for a while, just enjoying each others' company, before Cub spoke up again as Joe was removing the burger patties from the grill.

"Okay but, for real though, don't you ever just wish you could know all those stories? Doesn't it just eat at you?"

Joe paused as he was picking up the completed burgers, a certain tension in his body that Cub couldn't pinpoint. "I used to." He said quietly, his accent suddenly a lot thicker, in a way that made Cub feel like he was witnessing something not meant for him. "But that's the thing about wishes, ain't it? Y'all should be careful about what you wish for, lest some cruel trickster hear you and curl a finger on a monkey's paw. A mind ain't meant to know that many stories."

"Joe?" Cub ventured, getting to his feet and approaching Joe, his hand going to rest on his shoulder. "are you alright buddy?"

As Cub's hand made contact, the moment passed, and Joe straightened up, a wide smile affixed to his features that couldn't have been more forced if he tried.

"Of course, Cub my friend, right as rain!" He handed Cub a plate with his burger on it. "can't be wrong with barbecue this good."

Cub took the plate, making a mental note to look into things later, maybe talking to the other Season 1 hermits who've known Joe longer. He returned Joe's smile, equally as forced-looking he was sure, "if this tastes as good as that brisket smells then you ain't wrong."

131 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

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One Good Day

If there's one hill I will die on in relation to hermitcraft, it's that TFC would be a Grian-Tier Gremlin if he had the energy for it. So this is really just a whole bunch of self indulgence.

False woke up, rolled out of bed, and fell.

At first, her groggy mind thought she might still be dreaming; she'd had many dreams of falling in recent months, and she was painfully aware of the symbolism, but it was when she splashed into a pool of pleasantly cool water that she realised nope. This was very much real and she was very much in a pool of water in her pajamas and spare leather armour and not on the stone floor next to her bed.

She looked around, brushing her, now sodden, tangled blonde hair out of her face as she stood up; she was in a pit, a very deep one it seemed, and her bed was far out of reach. Squinting, she noticed a single block connected to her bed which had allowed it to function as a spawn point, and the walls were lined with obsidian, so it was very obvious that this was a deliberate prank, but the only thing she couldn't figure out was why there was no calling card.

Huh, she thought, I wonder who did this.

—

Cleo swooped down onto her floating island to a very strange new sight: between the seahorses at the site where the gates of Atlantis would soon stand was a mound of pink wool and concrete and terracotta.

She walked around it, already mentally planning a return prank on Joe whoever was responsible, but stopped suddenly when she came to the other side, laughter bubbling out and overriding any irritation or indignation.

It was a blob fish. A giant blob fish, with the despondent face of a fish that had basically exploded when taken out of its natural atmospheric pressure.

She broke a couple of blocks on the side, sword in her other hand expecting a flood of mobs that had spawned inside, to see if the culprit had left a clue as to their identity, but all she could see was.. a torch. And an item frame with an iron pickaxe in it.

Huh.

—

Tango had been working like crazy, he was Very Tired, so when he heard a low and eerie chuckle coming from somewhere nearby he thought he was hallucinating.

"Hello?" He called out, looking around the wireframe of Deep Frost Citadel cautiously, "anyone there?" That was a laugh he didn't recognize. The only hermit with a voice that deep was Chef, but he was all the way over in spawn, right? And he never did pranks.

He edged closer to the source of the laughter, following the occasional glimmer of the particles from the skulk sensor until there was suddenly a wave in another direction, and the ground collapsed beneath him, dropping him into a pit just barely shallow enough to not kill him, laughter all around him; loud and raucous and booming.

—

TFC had been having a wonderful day.

When he woke up that morning, he had felt something he hadn't felt in many years; he felt energetic, energetic in a way he hadn't felt since he was in his 30s, and none of his muscles and bones and joints hurt in the slightest.

He had pulled out his communicator and glanced at the list of who was currently online, a few of them were, and momentarily he had considered just spending the day mining, but that idea was quickly thrown aside in favour of something he'd not been able to indulge in in far too long.

So now, after laying out several small pranks, he stalked the perimeter of Doc's pit, in the caves halfway down the walls, watching like a hawk for where and when the man left the world.

The perimeter was impressive, TFC would never dream of saying it wasn't, though there was a petty little whisper in the back of his head that Doc had cheated with the world eater that he occasionally had to give a stern talking to. The world eater itself was incredibly impressive, something TFC himself could never have achieved.

Doc, all told, was someone TFC respected a lot; the man understood The Grind like few others he'd met, even when compared to the other hermits which was saying A Lot, and grind respects grind.

After a little while of waiting, TFC saw Doc log out, and that was his moment. He jumped down from the cave in the wall and threw out a pool of water to catch himself, running over to the spot Doc was last stood, pulling out one of his shulker boxes.

He had a few on hand, all filled with either deepslate or obsidian, and with no hesitation or need to catch his breath, he began building. He built a box of deepslate around the spot, only just big enough to hold a player, and he built layer after layer, more than a dozen blocks thick. Every second that passed was one second closer to when Doc would return, so he quickly brought out the obsidian and repeated the process from the deepslate.

Three layers into the obsidian, Doc's nametag suddenly reappeared, and TFC heard him shout a word in German that he didn't exactly understand, but from the tone he could easily deduce it was an epithet. He couldn't stop himself from barking in laughter, and he began building faster.

"TFC? That you man?" Doc's voice was clearly delighted, TFC could tell he was on the verge of laughter, "didn't think you had this in you!"

TFC grinned, "Oh, I've got a lot of surprises in me kiddo, honestly I didn't think I did either but I'm not about to squander it in the mines all day when this is finally an option again."

He could hear Doc mining his way out, maybe slightly faster than would be normal, but definitely not fast enough to break out before he was done.

After a short and silent battle, TFC placed the last of the obsidian, and as he stowed away the empty shulkers, he could hear another curse from the box, indicating that Doc had just reached the obsidian layer.

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My self insert Annie (the cat) and@ siro-cyll's self insert Orion meeting up! I thought this would be fun!

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All the universe tells you who loves you, and who to love And you say “fuck that I’m out of here”

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Cat Rancher Duo of @ raisans-art’s designs

I wanted to do fanart of your hermitclan au, and since Rancher Duo is stuck in my brain’s microwave, I ended up drawing them when Jimmy’s design came out

64 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

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Sorry Joe. This is the first thing that came to mind with how you’ve been working on this.

“this is inspirational. This is inspired.”

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Does ingo do anything drastic to try and snap Emmet eel out of his funk?

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May we see more of Giant?

Uuuh have an old reference I don’t think I ever shared

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hi going feral over brother's starter au. does tyna-mmet retain his human mind and memories?? does he know ingo is his twin? does he ever manage to adequately communicate what happened?? i Must Know

Emmet has all his memories, and cannot communicate his situation with Ingo due to him being a pokemon with no hands orz

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Brothers starter is so messed up because even in the scenerio that Emmet gets to be human again, hes not been human for at least a decade. Can he even go back to living like that? Hes legally dead, he never finished school or made human connections outside of Ingo and even then the connection between a pokemon and human is far different from two humans. He doesnt really have a reason to try being human again apart from giving ingo back his twin, not even a reason for himself.

You can never go home again.

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Can I ask about Emmets experience with evolving for the first time? How about when Ingo inevitably needed a pokeball for him?

Only had room to answer the first one =w=

Yeah so. The first evolution didn’t go great

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ohhhh now I'm curious about Emmet's eelektross evolution. was it a moment of manic frustration "I'm already so far gone, might as well finish the job"? or a more calculated, thought-out reason? seeing how terrified he was after his first evo and what little we know of the aftereffects of his second, I can't help but wonder why he chose to go through with it... :<?

In the beginning, Emmet was vehemently against evolving further. The thought of completely forgetting how to be human? Terrifying to him.

Alas.. that means he’s an unevolved pokemon. While Ingo managed to get through the elite four with Emmet as an Eelektrik, once he started working at gear station…

Ingo needed pokemon that he felt confident in using to help suppress immediately dangerous situations, and he didn’t want his unevolved pokemon getting caught in a bind he can’t muscle his way out of. He just wanted to keep his starter (and in Ingo’s mind, the pokemon that his twin left behind for him) safe.

After a month of being left in the apartment, Emmet finally decided that he needed to evolve, because otherwise he would just keep drifting further away from his brother. He didn’t want to evolve, but he felt like he had to. That conflict of interest still made him depressed post evolution because he didn’t truly want this, and he lost the last shred of humanity that he was clinging to.

Ingo came home to an Eelektross, staring lethargically up at him.

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If Ingo and Emmet argued beforehand does that mean Ingo thinks Emmets disappearance is his fault?

Oh absolutely gamers. It’s a thought he struggles with for his whole life, but his parents made sure he was able to go to therapy so later in life it’s only the occasional intrusive thought