#like moon's big but not

[crystaleevee4]

i am going to start a collection

if you have any other posts of this kind please send them to me

update: this one thanks to @iputmcytsintohydraulicpress (great url, by the way)

this one courtesy of @catamaurrr-star

So I didn’t want to separate it into two images, this was the best I could do- thanks to @blocky-tides! also art is by @/cheeryfairies

thanks @o0recipme0o

hey @igotthisaccountunderduress. less mcyt related but thanks anyways :D

heheh

found another one from my favorite game in stars and time go play it

WE'VE GOT A BIG ONE TO ADD TO THE LIST TODAY. EVERYONE SAY HI XKCD. it's my favorite guy ever... skizzleman mention!

...so anyways here's my self-promotion now that this has almost 15,000 notes and you guys sure as hell won't see it if i reblog

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[rendevok]

Moon dance 🌕✨

[sinisternoodles101]

look at my therapist dawg i’m kms😭😭💔💔💔

[sunrotdropbrain]

Source under cut

[puppyeared]

littlest furth shop

@laikascomet

[finch-the-foolish]

A Fractured Rift

IV--This Broken Elsewhere

Grian's near-glare, tense, hung heavy in the air, Scar's still-irritated look matching it in aggression.

Mumbo looked slowly between the two, uncertain how to break the thick silence. After a few excruciating moments, he cleared his throat.

"So.. Explain. All this. Why you two are so upset, why you're like this, what the hell you mean by a king, and why- why everything feels wrong."

A beat. Two pairs of eyes looked over at him, a soft bluish glow pulsing from both.

"Go on. Explain." Scar's voice, though harsh, broke the returning silence, accompanied by another sharp look.

Grian took in a breath, his right hand grasping the table as if it were the only thing grounding him.

"This world is.." He glanced away, seeming to flinch at some imaginary flickering. "Broken. To say the least. And.. things are broken because of it. Things that shouldn't be here are, and things that should aren't."

Another pause. A slight grimace.

"Such as yourself."

He cringed at the nothing, looking swiftly away as Mumbo tensed.

Things that shouldn't be here. Things like him. He could feel the shuddering whiplash of reality's crumbling, if only for a few awful moments, feel the tangled falsehood of his existence. He shouldn't be here. This.. this Elsewhere, this bizarre, fucked up reality.

Then, he was thrown back into this world, into this frail mortal form and this thinly veiled false-life.

He took in a shuddering breath, blinking back the chaotic fragments as he dragged himself, wholly, into the real world.

"I'm sorry." The whisper, apologetic, near pained, felt far too quiet against the chaos of his mind. "I don't know how you got here. I don't know why. But I did not bring you here. I.. I didn't cause this, at least."

"But you did cause everything else," Scar muttered.

"Everything.. else… such as..?" Mumbo's voice shook, the tumbling, twisted mess of Everything and Nothing sending a desperation for some distraction through his mind. Slowly, he looked over at Scar, gaze clinging to the unfamiliar appearance in an attempt at staying grounded.

Scar looked back at him, bright green eyes flickering dark for a moment as he stared at his friend, piercing that twisted look of terror. Then, he let out a sigh.

"Like he said. World's broken. Like, really broken. And it appears to have broken everything else. And.. we remember things. People have changed. You've been d- gone quite a while."

"What.. exactly do you mean by changed? Is that.. why you're like.. this?"

"In some ways, yes. In others.. gods, no." Gri shook his head. "It's.. difficult to find exactly where everything came from, but.. Yes. That's why. That's it."

Huh. Confusion still swirled within him, though, strangely, it seemed slightly lessened by these bizarre explanations. He was.. he was Somewhere Else. Someone Else. There was a bizarre, obscene comfort in knowing he did not belong to this awful, wrong world.

He opened his mouth, struggling to form a new question, when Grian suddenly tensed, head snapping towards the entry of the room.

"There's someone here. They're- they're here- no. Wait. Are they-" The words rushed out, low, panicked, his gaze darting, frantic, about, searching for something.

Scar hissed a curse, glancing at the doorway before grabbing onto his arm.

"There's nothing there. Calm down-"

His voice was cut off by a momentary rippling of reality, a sudden, awful twisting. Then, Mumbo found himself staring at a figure in the doorway.

"M.. mumbo? Wh.. what the hell-"

The figure took a step back, taking in the scene through a pair of wide, gilded eyes. A tense, skulk-ridden figure, near frantic as his gaze flitted about, a long-haired elf–an enemy–clutching his wrist; and sitting between them, face twisted by a stark confusion, a man who should not have been there.

"Impulse. You- you shouldn't be here-"

"What's going on? Why is he here? Why…how the hell is Mumbo here?"

[shepscapades]

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

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 227

There's not much known about Realms beings.

Which is understandable, seeing as it's called infinite for a reason. But it still causes a problem when people are trying to properly learn about something. Maybe try not to cause an interdimensional accident or war.

Something no one wishes for.

So Constantine is THIS close to laughing and screaming hysterically when a cult's summoning goes wrong and summons what he's pretty sure is a Baby Realms Being.

Which probably means Mama is on the way.

[purple-goo-writes]

Okay..here me out-

The JL finding out about Phantom due to him being trapped in his eldritch primal form (four arms, lots of wings, eyes, spacey and basically biblically accurate angel).

But it's not because of a fight or anything.

It's because happy fluffy feathered eldritch decided to take a dust bath on the Fucking Moon. Just confused JL watching this eldritch creatures wiggling and flapping up moondust cause his wings are itchy and HE IS SO HAPPY TO BE IN SPACE.

[vectorisheree]

Cowboy redesigns from forever ago that I forgot to post ^^

(Design notes and stuff under the cut)

Sundown and Moonhigh are two performer animatronics that have a sort of 'cop and robber' routine where Sun plays the role of a sheriff and Moon the criminal. While they make put on an act of hatred on stage, behind the curtains, the two are inseparable

Moonhigh

Behind Moonhigh's swave and laid back veneer, he's just like any other Moon, a lover of mischief and play

I was also like 100% sure that moonhigh was an actual term??? Its not!!!!! It's from warrior cats

Moonhigh's clothing is desaturated due to sun bleaching and dust, his clothing is not as well taken care of as Sundown's both because of neglect from staff and Moonhigh's general distrust of them. This neglect is also the reason for his damaged faceplate as it was deemed too expensive to completely replace it and the injury enhanced how scary he was as a villain

Moonhigh's cape also doubles as a blanket! He takes good care of it and even washes it himself. It’s also handy for applying pressure to wounds, not that Moonhigh would ever need to use it for that purpose.

Moonhigh's designated flavour is coconut and he's usually seen in the Fazwest's milkshake bar between performances

Sundown

Sundown is a lot sweeter than most Suns though he does have his moments of apathy towards others due to him not quite understanding other's troubles due to his cushy treatment from staff

He shares the same general anxiety and mannerisms as his predecessors, he's always twitching and bouncing around

Sundown was similarly injured at to Moonhigh at some point but his faceplate was fixed, giving him a shiny green eye

Sundown has scarily accurate aim

Sundown's designated flavour is mango and he's usually seen in the horse stables in between performances

[theminecraftbee]

Tango lies back against the walls of Decked Out. Their guests have left now. Most of the Hermits have left by now too. He’s spent the last hour helping clean up and setting the dungeon up to be ready for non-guests again, closing the paths he’d built for hermits to use the dungeon’s eyes for the day.

He kept finding little things as he did. Signs with dumb nicknames. The remnants of everything the hermits had done in the waiting room. Crumbs of Scarland snacks, and a few discarded maps. A museum ticket. A photo someone must have dropped of the finish line at Blue Rivers Raceway. As the lights came up to help him clean, he’d just… he’d…

He’d had to sit down. He’d sat down outside of the door. That’s where he is now. The day is late. The sky is dark. The lights of Hermitcraft are lit on the horizon. Decked Out is cold, and Tango’s chest is warm.

He’s smiling. He’s crying.

He hears rockets and footsteps. “Hey, Tango, sorry for leaving you with cleanup, since I helped set this up I thought I should—”

Grian stops. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Tango says.

“You sure?” Grian asks.

“I just. I didn’t think we’d live to see this, this time two years ago. But we’re here, aren’t we? We’re here, and it’s perfect.”

Grian considers for a moment before smiling himself. “Yeah, it was pretty great, wasn’t it?”

They both stay there next to each other to finish watching the sunset. Then, they both go inside to finish making Decked Out presentable once again.

[way2gosuperrstarr]

the munching saga . or something

featuring sunday out of "uniform" and no mask. shocker!

[vellichorom]

we've waited all 8 years, to fi~na~lly bring true our fears; newcomers to watch us play, & veterans rejoice - it's our day! 🎉

[lil-lemon-snails]

don't let him hear you say that!

[jaime-in-chaos]

Such a silly<3

[girlatrocity]

i read a really cute fic the other day