#honorary hermits

[sycs-world]

Ladies and Gentleman, our honorary hermits 🥲..

My heart feel warms...

[sprinklesharkie]

they need to be given nerf guns more often

(martyn doing first person shooter style with scar was so good)

[cyberbeez]

THAT YELLOW YAKS SUPPORT. TO HERMIT, FROM HERMITS

[cosmic-tuna]

hes their lil blorbo :)

[goopy-goose]

Mumbo x Capitain Puffy crackships propaganda.

I dare you. 🫵🏻

@the-mcyt-crackships-brackets

day 12 (?) of daily posting except when its not (i wasnt home) okay i know im late with this but whatever i also want to say that with Byrdie here we called em redstoneship theyre on a motorboat btw im lazy

[hermitblr-confessions]

Watching Ren and Martyn talking about eachother is like the theatre kid version of two people having a crush on eachother and both being too anxious to tell the other

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[0rchider]

My predictions for Secret Life!! I have absolutely no reason for where I placed everybody, just gut feeling. Saw a couple other people do this and decided I wanted too as well :)

[ghostyclay]

God, i NEED etho to post his vault hunters content somewhere.

PLEASE. I have such a bad effo hyperfixation and I've been obsessed with vault hunters for YEARS, I JUST NEED TO WATCH HIM PLAY IT WITHOUT SEARCHING THROUGH OTHER PEOPLE'S VODS, AAAAAAAAA

[inkydiamonds]

He did it boys!

[anxietygremlin7]

The Void

Jimmy and Tango angsting(that's a verb now, you're welcome) in the afterlife/void after Double Life. (Have fun, this one hurts) (Enchanting Table text translations at the end) (This fic is loosely based on the song Canary in a Coal Mine by the Crane Wives (their discography is literally just the life series at this point)) 1.4k words

AO3 link if you prefer:

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Before the pain even fully fades away, while red still stains his eyes, and the cracks in his bones are still healing, Jimmy is already shouting.

“It’s all my fault!” His voice is loud, ringing out through the dark emptiness of the afterlife. The darkness steals the sound, traps the song of anger in its blackness. 

“Why!” Jimmy shouts. He turns his eyes up to what must be the sky, though everything around him is the same pitch-black, life draining, darkness. “What did I do this time!”

He hears nothing back from the abyss, he wasn't expecting a response anyways. The Watchers never explain themselves, they’re above that, above the players of their death games, their coal mines, above their Canary.

“It wasn’t just me this time!” He’s louder than before, angry, red, red like his love, like the fire of his soulmate. “Tango too! What did he do to deserve this…” Jimmy trails off, pausing for a moment as the darkness swallows his cries, “What did he do to get me as a soulmate?” He asks this more to himself than any ethereal being currently watching him. 

Why was such a beautiful, fiery, loud, smart person, paired with this little Canary? Why did the fire burn brighter? Why did the Canary learn to sing a song of heat, pain, death…warmth, love, beauty? Why did the Canary fall for the fire, its warmth, its heat? Why put that fire in the coal mine? The Canary was bound to sense it soon enough. Bound to die, warning the others. This was bound to end in pain, in heat, in fire. The coal mine was bound to burn, killing everyone in it.

Jimmy takes a breath.

And then he breaks.

Some part of Jimmy, right then and there, finally cracks, and unlike his bones broken by the Enderman, this isn’t going to heal through the magic of a respawn. 

He crumbles, falling to his knees in the soul-draining darkness.

And then he cries.

He cries for his soulmate who doesn’t know why they died. He cries for the Ranch and all of the animals that now must fend for themselves in that unruly world. He cries about the unfairness of it all. He cries for the taste of a happy life with his soulmate he got to live for only a few months. He cries about the Watchers and their death games, which time and time again, take everything from him. And last of all, he cries for himself, Canary in a coal mine, always destined to die first as a warning to the others, for what’s about to come.

Jimmy cries for a long time. It could be hours, days, months, even years, time is irrelevant in this place. His tears do nothing to bring him back, back into the warm arms of his soulmate, the oak walls of their Ranch, the heat from the sun in their fields, the company of his Rancher. He’s stuck. Stuck in a world of darkness and misery and abyss. A world that steals his song, that takes his flight, that takes all of him, and sucks it into darkness for fun.

And it hurts. It hurts more than any of the other death games he’s been a part of. Because this time he knows he caused another's death, someone who he loved not just because of the physical tie between their souls but because of the tie created between their hearts. It hurts because Jimmy loved Tango, and somehow, in some strange twist of fate, Tango loved Jimmy too.

That's the worst part, isn’t it? That somehow Jimmy managed to find someone who loved him with all of their being, someone who wasn't afraid to show that love, someone who didn’t make fun of him or goad him, someone who Jimmy loved with his whole heart. And because of Jimmy, and because of the bond between their souls, that someone is dead, Tango is dead. And Jimmy has no way to see him ever again, not until the next death game.

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Before the pain even fully fades away, while red still stains his eyes, and the cracks in his bones are still healing, Tango is already looking.

“Jimmy?” He calls into the soul-draining darkness. The sound seems to get absorbed into the void, stealing it from his lips the second he opens them. Tango hears no response, barely even hears the words leave his own mouth. 

Tango takes a step, the void under him acting like a floor should, despite the lack of an actual floor. He steps again, more confident now. He’s going to find Jimmy if it’s the last thing he does.

“I’m comin’ for ya Rancher Buddy,” Tango mutters. He continues to walk, not going any faster for the fear of somehow misstepping and being forever lost to the void. 

He walks for what could be hours, days, months, maybe even years, time is irrelevant in this void of nothingness.

But then he hears it, cries in the distance. He could recognize the sound of his Rancher anywhere. 

And Tango runs.

“Jimmy!” Tango shouts once he spots him curled up on the floor. Jimmy looks up, eyes watery and tear-tracks on his face. Despite his disheveled state, Tango's first thought, as it always has been from the first moment he saw Jimmy, is, ‘He’s beautiful’.

“Tango?” Jimmy asks, voice sounding absolutely broken. He sniffs, tears still falling down his face.

“Hey Rancher Buddy.” Tango kneels down on the floor. 

“What’re you doin’ here?” Jimmy asks, still in disbelief.

“I came to find you.”

“Why?” Jimmy’s voice breaks on the word. The one question he’s been wanting to ask for months. It’s more than just this moment, it’s more than just today, it’s the whole time. Why did Tango stay with Jimmy even though he knows that Jimmy always dies first? Why did Tango build a life with him? Why did Tango choose him?

“Because for some stupid reason that I don’t understand, I love you,” and Tango means it, Jimmy can tell. And for right now, that’s enough, just to hear it is enough. 

And Jimmy crumbles again except this time, he has his Rancher to fall into.

Jimmy falls, and Tango catches him, holding him in his arms. Jimmy clutches Tango, burying his head in Tango’s shoulder and crying. And Tango just holds him, wrapping his arms around Jimmy’s shoulder and putting his head on top of Jimmy’s.

And as Jimmy continues to cry, Tango begins to as well. This is the last moment he’ll get with his Rancher before they’re separated for who knows how long. This is the last moment where they’re the Ranchers. The last moment where they’re Jimmy and Tango. The last moment where they get to be in love.

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From the darkness They watch. It’s in Their name afterall, the Watchers. They watch two boys, nothing but children in the mass expanse of the universe, hold each other and cry. And They feel nothing. They were made to feel nothing. They were just made to watch. And watch They do.

They watch for a while, soon growing bored with the lack of death and hurt, bored by dullness of comfort.

“y𝙹⚍ '∷ᒷ still dead,” They whisper into the darkness, the sound carrying through the void.

The two boys look up. The boys don’t know much about Them, the boys are scared, this makes Them happy.

“||ᒷ!¡.Still dead,” They say again, voice(s) still carrying through the darkness.

“!¡ᔑリᓵᔑꖌᒷᓭ!” They shout. The boys look confused at this, seeing as there are no words in the language the boy’s speak. The speaker of the word, part of Them, is scolded for the outburst.

“You’re still here?” They ask the boys, voice(s) booming in the silence.

“It’s over. y𝙹⚍ '∷ᒷ 𝙹⍊ᒷ∷.” They’re right, it’s done now. There will be another death game, They enjoy it too much for this to be the end, but this game, this pair, it’s done now, it’s over.

“Go home.” It’s whispered, Their voice(s) still loud in the deafening quiet of the void.

“Go. wᒷ'ꖎꖎ ᓭᒷᒷ ||𝙹⚍  ᔑ ⊣ᔑ╎リ ᓭ𝙹𝙹リ.” And with that, the boys begin to fade, still clutching each other, still hoping for some twist of fate to keep them together for just another moment.

“Jimmy,” begins one, “I love you, remember that…please...for me.”

“I won’t forget Tango, my Rancher, my soulmate, I love you too…don’t forget that either.”

And then they fade, returning to their disconnected lives, not knowing when they’ll see each other again.

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Hopefully you enjoyed that cause I enjoyed writing it :) (What are characters if not vessels for me to write heartbreaking angst?) (I swear I can actually write happy things, I will eventually)

Enchanting Table Text: 1. You’re 2. Yep 3. Pancakes 4. You’re over 5. We’ll see you again soon

Anyways, see ya when I see ya!

[goodtimeswithgrian]

You have opened my eyes to the power of jar and hermit fursonas I need more plz I love them so much (also if you want a specific request maybe a pixlriffs? But I didn't see him much scrolling so if he's not someone you draw it's no big deal I just feel like he gets so little love) also do you ship Cleo with anyone?

here's a lil furry Pix for you! it's my first time drawing him and i really should make an effort of branching out and drawing more cool people other than my main blorbos.

i'm glad you're enjoying both jar and my furries!! i really enjoy drawing both animal people and silly ships yippee,, and i don't really watch Cleo so i don't ship them with anyone myself, but apart from jleo and clethubs i really enjoy their dynamic with Pearl. whatever the ship name is.

[riacte]

guys remember hcbbs (hbomb causes blue bats supremacy)

[sprinklesharkie]

jimmy gets GOT by grian

[transfemzedaph]

17 and 24?

17 - have any episodes you constantly go back to? which ones?

eh not really any tbh, ive rewatched the eps w worm man in a couple times but i dont constantly go back to anything

24 - favourite honorary hermit? (ex. scicraft dudes, zloy and pix, etc.)

ooooooh hmmmm probably martyn, maybe skizz also bc those r funky lil guys

[sarovhs]

Duality of hermit fans (They should do both)

Xisuma changing his title from “Three Hermits One Hole” to “Hermits In A Cave” vs Jimmy keeping his episode called “I was forced to work in his hole”, titling today’s stream “I’m back in the hole” and saying things like “without hole i feel empty, I need the hole”: fight

[teddytoroa]

quinn hills is so so cool im catching up on joes decked out runs and shes so cool. im too pathetic and ill and waifish right now to describe accurately whats going on in my head but all her accompanying commentary and music is really adding so much to what is already a delightfully rich audiovisual experience.