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theminecraftbee · 5 months

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Tango's half-asleep in a cabin he's sharing with Impulse and Skizz and Joker and Zed. It's been loud the past few days as they set up. Most of them plan on being busy during the break, so they won't all be sharing it that often, but they'd needed a place to crash when they weren't busy doing other things. Impulse had offered to let them stay in the Vault Hunters server, but it's practically tradition, shacking up together in a cabin in the woods and pretending no one can get to them. It's rare that they use the cabin for more than a few weeks--rare any of them need it for that long--but it's nice. Traditional. Useful to drag each other to when they get too workaholic.

Honestly, Tango's just been napping. He'd gotten Decked Out to a place it could be run alone, and then he'd gotten decoupled from Decked Out in a process he doesn't really want to talk about that sort of melted his brain out his ears again. He'd gotten yelled at for getting possessed again, and hugged, and then told to describe in exhaustive detail what being possessed was like because as much as Tango loves his friends, neither Zedaph nor Impulse are like, normal about things like that, and--

Tango's legs had barely worked during the end-of-season party. Turns out being part of a machine for like, three months, has an effect on the body when you're removed from it! Haha. Who would have guessed? He'd shared some drinks with the hermits, conspicuously avoiding alcohol on account of the room spinning enough without it, and then told Impulse he had to leave for his own good, please, Pearl could drink him and Gem under the table stop trying to prove otherwise, and they'd departed.

And Tango had taken a nap. And another nap. And... wait for it... another nap.

It's supposed to be a longer break this season. Tango is contemplating napping for at least a month. He deserves it. For him.

Anyway, he's half-asleep in the cabin, halfway still snoozing and quarter of the way catching up on the technical journals he hadn't been reading while he was Decked Out, and quarter of the way remembering how like, fingers work when they're not being puppeted by a massive death machine of his own design, when he catches a look at the time and date, pauses, and realizes something.

"I forgot," he mumbles. "Huh."

He waits a moment for the howling of the absence Decked Out's wind to be replaced with eerie, indescribable silence, like the world had been replaced for months at the start of the season whenever he saw a reminder. The thing is, though, he's just--he's too tired to grieve more. Tired, and satisfied with his work, and he's safely in a cabin in the woods where Skizzleman is sleeping in the bunk above him, snoring with a loudness only Skizz possesses. His brain is still halfway leaking out of his ears and he still sort of craves raw meat. His tongue is real, by the way. He keeps noticing it? His tongue is real? Man, he'd say he doesn't recommend getting possessed, but he's totally going to do it again, and--

"I forgot," he says again, testing out the word against his lips. "The day I died passed and I forgot about it."

Huh.

He waits a few more minutes for the panic to claw at his chest. It strikes him then, though, that it hasn't for some time, and some of that may have been his brain being used as a processing chip for Decked Out in equal measure with like, being his brain, so he didn't have room for that, but. Even before then. Even in the moments he was the most himself.

Huh.

"Toppers?" Skizz asks from the top bunk. "What are you doing awake, huh? It's, uh--dark, I don't know what time it is, I broke my clock."

"My sleep schedule broke during the Decked Out thing," Tango says, "I told you that."

"Yeah, but like--did you have a nightmare about evil cows or something?"

"Evil--what do you think Decked Out is?"

"I was there! I know what it is!" Skizz says. He pauses a moment. "If you need something..."

Tango lies back and thinks of his friends. They were smiling as they left, this season.

"No, I'm fine. Don't worry about it. It's just that it's 1 AM on the 23rd, is all."

"Oh, man, that late?"

Tango laughs. "Yeah. That late."

He means something different than Skizz.

"Do you think ghosts eat people more if they're sleep-deprived?"

"You are actively going to make it worse for yourself. Also, wait, did you say you broke your clock? How?"

"No, listen--"

He's late.

That's alright.

He'll always have time later.

#hermitcraft #tangotek #(also featuring skizz but not major enough to tag)#a bee fic #i realized i was late for a big moon anniversary fic and then all at once...

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arseniy-arsenicum33 · 4 months

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All Hermits in Hero Forge!

Season 10 is coming! And I've finished modeling every Hermit (Thus far) in their TCG-cards poses!

Special thanks to Hoffen for their original minecraft models...

You've already saw these eight models in my Life-series minis showcase, slight tweaks and costume changes... I really need to buy Hero Forge subscription, so i can manipulate fingers individually... Now, for the new guys... Guess what?! I've figured out how to make links! Now you can see my references directly! Technology!

Ren got his cool casual look...

Docm77 inspired primarily by Belmarzi's design, such as this... It was very funny to suddenly stop in the middle of this project to model him hugging Snoop Dogg...

JoeHills, unsurprisingly, based on real-life Joe Hills... But I did have this comic by my side while modeling him, for moral support, because modeling someone's likeness is always stressful...

Cleo's pose pose a challenge, It uses a transparent one-legged skeleton inside the main body... Like a real armour-stand magic! I like how it turned out...

I've started watching Zedaph very recently, so both Noxolotl's and Applestruda's portrayals of him were very helpful in forming mine...

Blaise's Hermit line up was used for Cub and Hypno, which you will see down the line... Bee's art was helpful, once again, and these Cub-arts by Sylvan...

My main goal with Jevin was to somehow convincingly make a slime look slimy... I was so ready to make him as rotund as this art, but alas, program restrictions...

This art was used for False at the very beginning, but it drifted so much with the addition of cheekbones, that it doesn't look like it at all anymore...

Hypno had a surprise for me, because before making this model, I've never saw this brown line on his chest as a boob-window... But now, I am convinced... This is the art, that guided me to that conclusion... Ghostea's and Locus's portraits were useful for figuring out his face...

Iskall lifted from this art... Hero Forge doesn't have any cool one-eyed visors, so I've settled on monocle for him and Doc...

Hero Forge also for some reason doesn't have a hand-held flower, so pretend, that Stress doesn't hold a pen, okay? And has a cardigan... Based mainly on this and this art, which was also used for XB...

My best guess with Keralis was that he is doing Edvard Munch's "The Scream" ommage... Thanks to Myra and Cole , without them, Keralis would've looked more like a bug with them big ol' eyes...

Oh, boy, XB... A true enigma for me... Pictured here, lightly jogging... Only you could tell me, if I did a good job with him, I sincerely have no idea... Since this is in part a TCG-inspired project, it would've been wise to use references from the actual TCG-cards... To bad, I've came up with this idea near the end of a project...

I have made so many Xisuma-costumes, and only now I am showing you the main friendly-neighbourhood DoomGuy cosplayer himself... Do I need to credit id Software for this?

WelsKnight is my champion in regards to how many references I needed for him... 1 2 3 4 5 6 7! Despite how many armour options Hero Forge has, making something coherent out of them was difficult... Especially, keeping in mind, that one day I'm going to model HelsKnight as well...

And finally, TinFoilChef, based heavily on this stunning artwork... And somewhat on this skin by Ink-Ghoul... It all comes around...

And the Creator Himself! Beef! And his wonderful portraits: 1 2 3 4...

I actually going to use him as an example, to address something...

Here is how my screen looks, then I am working on a model... My method of creation is derivative by nature, it requires the art and creativity of other people... And I have SO MUCH anxiety about this... Not being an artist, but still trying to make something with my limited capabilities... And post it on the internet, oh horror...

With recent talks about plagiarism and AI-art, it has come to my attention, that I myself not so different from AI, just not so efficient... So, this is why I so obsessively document my influences, it is the least I can do... Credit the artists, that I stole from... Please, check out everyone mentioned, subscribe to them, commission new pieces of art...

And if you've liked my dorky "minecraft youtubers made in DND character creator" models... Thank you...

Sometime later there will be a google doc on my blog with links to every model I've ever made, go nuts with them... Try Hero Forge for yourself, it's fun...

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hermitcraftheadcanons · 30 days

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Skizzekai- First Few Days Summary

Now that the asks have calmed down a bit, and hermits have been established, here's a summary post to get a general idea of where we're working from. I've also cleaned up any plotholes best I can.

Skizz, a human from Earth, was summoned to this fantasy world by god-king Joel. A prophecy stated he would defeat a great evil. It did not explain how. He keeps a journal to help him figure things out and keep track of everything.

Over his adventures so far, Skizz has made both allies and enemies, and picked up a magical necklace from travelling merchants. His suit also picked up durability enchantments somewhere, but only after the sleeves came off. The necklace was made for mages, gathering and focusing ambient magic for their use. It was not designed for a creature with no magic of their own.

He probably wouldn't have stayed human either way, but the necklace certainly sped it up. He's adapted to the world, become able to use it's magic, and dragonfly wings have begun to sprout from his back.

This could be concerning. But Skizz finds he loves his wings, his adaptation to the world that is gradually becoming his home. He embraces it. Maybe he really does belong here. Maybe soon he'll even be able to fly.

Joel, the ruler of the lore kingdom and recently ascended god, was originally an ogre- but after the belief of his people sent him through a few transformations, he's settled into his divine status. He can look however he wants now! But an ogre form is still most natural to him. Just a really tall and handsome ogre.

Skizz finds quick allies in Tango, Impulse, and Zed. Tango is a being of fire, with strong flame magic connected to his emotions. He is also in possession of a magical deck of cards. Zedaph, apprentice of Death Himself, joined their group after bringing Skizz back from the dead. He insisted on the completion of some difficult tasks first, but now they're buddies! He's also capable of reality distortion magic, knows alchemy, and has a card of luck magic Tango gave him. Everyone is terrified of Zedaph. Probably for good reason.

Impulse.... may not have intended to become an ally. The demonic man used to work for the forces of evil- before Skizz showed up, and his doubts became a true betrayal to join the side of good. They became fast friends. He doesn't want Skizz to become lost like the last hero was.

That last hero is one Gemini Tay, human-turned-Drowned, who was summoned a few years back, and is not happy about Skizz. It's like she's not even needed anymore. She puts a bounty on Skizz's head. She cannot accept her failure.

Chasing that bounty is False, harpy and former pirate queen. She may have had to leave her crew after that deal lead to a mild case of possession, but she still appreciates some good treasure. That's why she's been working as a travelling merchant.

Her fellow merchants, Cub and Scar, are equally possessed but not quite as motivated. They mostly just like messing with people. Including Skizz. Maybe especially Skizz. They are fae, after all.

Skizz did have one unfortunate interaction with them- he got his name taken for a bit. Fortunately, after returning Scar's cat familiar to him, the name was given back.

Gem isn't the only former human in this world. Joe Hills, a half-ghost living in the republic of the undead, was summoned from Nashville a while back, and befriended Prime Minister Cleo along the way.

Cleo's republic was once a kingdom, run by Ren, but as soon as she got the throne she declared the monarchy over. She got voted in, and Ren is her second in command. Together they run the place, maintaining the army of constructs and fighting back against the sculk creeping into the tunnels.

Most humans that end up in this world don't tend to stay human long. The ambient magic eventually soaks in and alters them, and most embrace it. The changes are a new beginning, or a sign of belonging in this strange world. But Hypno did not embrace it.

No, Hypno was the human half of a changeling deal, and has been clinging to his humanity for quite a while. He's even gotten hold of an artifact, somehow, that pushes the ambient magic out of his body, keeping him human. His friend, Jevin, is a slime guy who enjoys being a slime guy, and doesn't understand this drive to stay human one bit. Magic is cool.

Other hermits that I couldn't neatly tie into the one ramble:

Wels is a selkie proficient in bard magic, and a former member of False's crew.

Stress is a fae queen who rules a kingdom specializing in ice magic, with Iskall as her loyal bodyguard.

TFC is a miner of unknown species who helped Skizz out during a quest

Mumbo is not a vampire, thank you very much. He's actually the former god of the night who lost half his power. Vampires were made from that stolen half.

Pearl is a moth fae who used to rule a prosperous kingdom... until a talking dog came to advise her, corrupting her into a cruel and evil queen. She has since slain the beast, fled into exile, and changed her ways. She now works delivering mail.

Etho and Bdubs are plant constructs, guarding a deep and dangerous jungle. Etho may have a metallic shell, but he's all plant inside. Doc and Beef guard the jungle as well, the four of them ensuring safe passage for travellers. Doc in particular has the ability to become absolutely gigantic.

Xisuma was a bubbling puddle of nothing that became a person and sustains itself on bones. Far too many bones. Bones in places they really should not be, such as outside the skin.

Keralis is a unicorn! He is also a menace who is very protective of his magic, refusing to use it unless he feels like it. Claims to be able to read the value of souls. Bothers xB by calling him the princess of the lake. xB is not a princess.

Grian is... something. He's strange, is what he is. He's a nice guy, and helpful to Skizz, but has these weird mutterings about "watchers", and what was that about accidentally stealing Mumbo's power?

And that's the AU so far! It's still going, so send in more ideas when you have them. Happy headcanoning!

#skizzekai au #not a headcanon #mod mleem

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fitzs-space · 2 years

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big ol BONK!! Here y'all go, the season 5 Sheep Bonk ft. EvilX! below is the transcript, and also me talking about all the little details I added

Zedaph: ok ok, i'm sorry i'm sorryEx: no you’re not.

Zedaph: no I’m not.

and now a bunch of tiny details y'all wont even notice

I got a bunch of lore when it comes to my Ex design, but with short notes they still have a bunch of brown in their hair because he hasn't been stuck in the void for as long as he had been in the current seasons. tis why their hair is pure white in my lore. Ex has the WormMan brand mask given to them in the end, its part of why Zed starts to carry a bunch of respirators and all those types of masks in their enderchest. this is one of the few times Zed actually got his head hurt cause of ramming into someone! that's what happens when someone busts open a metal helmet, they'll end up with a good few scratches. He still has the scar on his left from it! The heart bandaids are actually Ex's, Xisuma gave them a bunch, part as a joke, part cause of how accident prone he had become. one of the books in the back just says 'Whore' on it. the thing Ex is working on is very much the maid dress.

#fitzs' comics #hermitcraft #hermitblr #zedaph #evil xisuma #art #Headcanon dump #i have another part of this script I may add on later #we will see #but officer they are but little guys and I hold them both so dear #LOOK AT THAT LIL ZED #I care he #fitzs art #bonk!

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arthropod-concoctions · 10 months

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(AO3)

Grian's ears were still ringing when he respawned, back at home. He closed his eyes, buried his face in his hands, and groaned.

“I'm so sorry, Scar,” he muttered to himself. He'd decided to go make an apology to the man himself as well, as he would also be waking up right about now. Grian opened his eyes-

And immediately noticed that he was not in his own base.

He sat up and looked around to get his bearings. He was lying in a soft green bed, in an organically-shaped room with walls of living wood and beautiful wood-carved furniture. Jellie was lying in a cat bed a few meters away.

Scar's base. Why on Earth am I in Scar's base? He thought. “Scar?” he called out, then cleared his throat, because his voice sounded incredibly hoarse. There was no response.

He got up to go find Scar, but barely made it two steps away from the bed before collapsing onto the floor. His legs felt like he'd walked a marathon. That was concerning; respawn pain wasn't supposed to be this intense, even after exiting a hardcore world, and he'd barely even hurt his legs when he died. His ears were the part that got hurt-- and they still did. He rubbed his ears, hoping to make the ringing stop. It didn't, but Grian noticed something else: his ears had pointy tips.

“Wait a second...” Grian suddenly had an idea of what might have happened. He hastily dug through his horribly unorganized inventory for something with a mirrored surface. He eventually found a hand mirror with golden decorations, which he'd never seen before, and looked into it. A scarred face with dark green eyes looked back at him.

“Oh no,” Grian said, in Scar's voice.

He was in Scar's body. That must be why his legs hurt so much, he realized. He looked around and quickly saw a cane carved from spruce wood leaning against a nightstand, with a large green crystal worked into the design. Grian grabbed it, and immediately felt the pain lessen; slowly, he stood up again. For a second he tried to rebalance with his wings, but of course they were gone now.

This was a very big problem; seemed like something had gone wrong separating his and Scar's soulbond. He should probably check how his own body was doing; he closed his eyes to Watch elsewhere--

And nothing happened. He just opened his two regular eyes again.

He sighed. “Right. Scar's not a watcher.” he'd have to go check things out the old-fashioned way, but before then, he decided to send a quick message to everyone online. He pulled out his chat; the device was colored cyan and orange.

Grian joined the game

GoodTimeWithScar joined the game

<Cubfan135> heyoo

<Zedaph> Hi there!

<GoodTimeWithScar> guys

<GoodTimeWithScar> there's a big problem

<Cubfan135> need some help, Scar?

<GoodTimeWithScar> not right now

<GoodTimeWithScar> but

<Grian> no im having the time fo my life lol

<GoodTimeWithScar> im not scar

Grian experienced kinetic energy

<GoodTimeWithScar> that is

Well, at least Grian's questions of what had happened to his body and Scar's soul were answered now. He decided to go find Scar, and see if he had any idea what to do now. He left Scar's treehouse, opened his elytra-- mechanical elytra, he'd have to get used to those again-- and took off.

He flew towards Scarland's main street at first, before realizing his mistake; he set his own spawn point at his own base, so that would be where Scar was. Sure enough, when he approached his base he also saw a figure with black-and-white wings circling around the rocks floating high in the sky. It was a surreal sight.

Grian ascended up to where Scar was flying around-- quite clumsily, he should add-- and called out to him: “Scar!” he landed on top of a rock, nearly losing his balance but regaining it by using Scar's cane. Scar, who had been singing to himself, looked in his direction.

“Flying around, so gracefully on the wings of a- WHAT IN THE WORLD!” Scar shouted, the sight of Grian spooking him so much he involuntarily flexed his wings, and he began to fall down.

Grian watched Scar plummet down and try to recover, frantically flapping the wings but not letting them catch any air, before eventually hitting one of the rocks floating lower down and dissolving into white smoke. Grian winced, and began gliding down again, towards his bed this time.

He touched down just in time to see himself rolling out of his own bed, visibly shaken. Scar looked in his direction and startled again, falling back onto the bed.

“That was hard to watch. Hello, Scar,” Grian said to him.

“I don't- who are you and how have you- wait.” Scar stammered, before stopping to think for a second.

“...Grian?” his expression on Grian's face was dumbfounded. I hope I don't look like this much of a loser when I'm myself, Grian thought to himself.

“Yeah. It seems we've done a bit of a switcheroo for some reason. What, did the wings not give that away to you?”

“Yeah, but I thought we'd just merged together for some reason! I didn't think you would be in my body!”

“And that didn't concern you for even a second?”

“No, I was having too much fun for that. Look, dude, I have wings now!” Scar said, and spread his wings out again.

“Yeah, I know, those are my-” Grian didn't finish his sentence, distracted by the sight of Scar jumping up and flapping the wings, not gaining any air at all, and faceplanting into the ground. He groaned.

“You just respawned. You have to give them a few minutes before they work again.”

“That's lame,” Scar said, sitting up. “Anyway, what should we do now?”

“I dunno. Maybe we should go check on some of the other people that've come back, see if they're- what's so funny?” Grian said to Scar, who was giggling.

Scar stifled his laughter, and waved his hand. “Nothing, nothing. Keep talking.” His smile looked very out of place on Grian's face.

“Right. So, check on the other peeps, or maybe we should talk to X and see if- why are you laughing?”

Scar's giggle had evolved into a full-on laugh now. “I'm sorry!” he said between wheezes, “It's just... I sound so stupid with a British accent.”

Then he added, doing a terrible imitation of Grian's accent: “'maybe we should go see X to-' see, I just sound normal now!”

Grian pursed his lips, then whacked Scar on the shoulder with his cane. He half-expected to feel the impact in his own shoulder as well, but fortunately that wasn't in effect anymore.

“Hey, back off!” Scar said in response. “You know, technically you're hitting yourself when you do that. Self-harm is very unhealthy, don't you know?”

“Oh- you're one to talk, mister powdered-snow-baths!” Grian responded. “Anyway, I think I'm going to go check on Tango and Etho now. You wanna come with, or...?”

“Okay!” Scar said, before standing up again. “Let's fly, bird boy! Wait, no I'm the bird boy now. Let's fly, elf boy!” With that, he spread his wings out once again, and successfully took off this time. Grian grabbed a firework rocket and followed suit.

“Remember, Scar, I'm using regular elytra now. So if you fall, I'm not gonna be able to catch you.”

“Oh, you think I'm gonna fall? Of course not, I am an expert at flying with wings now! Did you not see me practicing...” Scar's voice faded into the distance as he moved closer and closer to the ground, too distracted by talking to keep his altitude consistent.

Grian heard his own voice yelp from below, and burst out laughing. Server-moving bugs aside, it was nice to be flying again. It was good to be back.

(next)

#arthropod writes #desert duo #grian #goodtimeswithscar #double life #double life fic #the swap au #body swap fic time! this is gonna be a series again!

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themightywolftiger · 4 months

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So, I've been working on some concept doodles for the Hermits in Frozen Over AU. This post is just little bits about their designs.

For starters, some of the main hermits in this AU:

From left to right:

Scar, Etho, Cub, Pearl, Gem, Impulse.

Scar, Pearl, and Gem have the simplest designs out of this bunch. Their designs are all pretty similar to their base skins besides some extra padding.

Impulse and Etho are essentially unchanged. Well, Impulse is slightly more disheveled than usual.

Out of this group, Cub probably has my favorite design. I just like the fluffy scarf type thing he's got. Due to being a bear hybrid, Cub also has some neck fluff.

These hermits are also important to the story, but I didn't have enough room to draw them on the first canvas.

From left to right:

Grian, Bdubs, Zedaph, Xb, Hypno, Cleo.

Out of these hermits, the colors for Zedaph's winter wear are actually already confirmed drawing wise. Zedaph's main coat is pink and his hood is yellow.

Xb, Bdubs, and Hypno are all relatively dressed how they usually are. Bdubs and Hypno have some extra padding/layers underneath. But, Xb does have some extra fluff added to his hood.

Cleo and Grian are the most changed outfit wise in this group.

Out of this group, Hypno and Zedaph are probably my favorite designs

There's still a couple more hermits that I want to do designs of. Meanwhile, there's some hermits that I'm leaving out on purpose.

I also want to do designs of the hermits with actual color to their clothes.

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft au #FrozenOverAU #goodtimeswithscar #ethoslab #cubfan135 #pearlescentmoon #geminitay #impulsesv #grian #bdoubleo100 #zedaphplays #xBcrafted #hypnotizd #zombiecleo #I do enjoy all the designs so far

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20w14a · 1 year

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Finally made a line up for these guys (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

I’ll probably do more or something later but I’m still deciding on the other designs. Anyway, from left to right we have NPC Grian, Evil Xisuma, Helsknight, Worm Man, and Renbob!

[Headcanons and design notes under the cut]

NPC Grian

5′6 ft

demon? robot?? nobody knows

oldest of Grian’s robots children

although it loves messing with his creator and friends, it doesn’t mean to scare them when he suddenly appears

possessed doll vibes

patch on sweater made by Evil X

design wise I didn’t do much but I wanted to give a bit more distinction from mine by adding overalls and a sort of doll like vibe by taking inspiration from old toys like Raggedy Andy and a certain doll line I despised as a child lol

Evil Xisuma

5′8 ft with boots (without them they’re the same height as NPC Grian)

resting bitch face

lichtenberg scars sometimes appear on arms and body

long hair messy from wearing helmet

hair clips from Worm Man (idea taken from @waterfall-ambience)

unironically good friends with a lot of these guys but tends to act aloof about it for appearance sake

qpr with Worm Man

most of their design takes inspiration from the classic doom skin with a little inspiration from some fashion style and a certain clone with electric powers based on a blue fast hedgehog haha

Helsknight

5′10 ft

semi-retired champion fighter

flame is a part of him (essentially like certain demonic creatures, was debating going for a dullahan vibe because they are undead fae)

cut on mouth is from fighting

def a nerd in my head but tries not to show it (probably taught both Evil X and Worm Man tcg or something at one point)

his relationship with Evil X is funny to me, I think they’d share music tastes

his design mostly takes inspiration from knights from video games I know (ex: Julius from ender lilies, please check out that game)

Worm Man

5′10 ft (couple inches taller than both Helsknight and Zedaph)

has no superpowers; runs on perseverance and cartoon logic

sensitivity towards clothing textures, usually wears t-shirts and comfy clothes outside of hero suit (also wears glasses, check my other posts to see what I mean)

the stuff in his belt bags are mostly essential stuff like first aid equipment and leftover treats Evil Xisuma baked

qpr with Evil X

I kept Worm Man’s design the same; honestly my inspiration for his is actually from me using pink fabric as a kid for costume day funnily enough (though I will say I like to think his design is like a closet cosplay in a way with how he made it)

forgot this originally but the eye thing is more so a style choice and not part of the mask, I wanted it to have like a spiderman sort of vibe there with his expressions

Renbob

5′11 ft

originally would stop by to visit his cousin, Ren but slowly started staying more to help around the server until he later joined The Goatman with his work

werewolf cocker spaniel

freakishly strong and smart

more bite than bark than Ren if threatened, takes a lot to get him really pissed off though because of how chill he is

taken a bit of inspiration from hippie fashion for his design

#player.art #hermitcraft #hermitclones #npc grian #evil xisuma #helsknight #worm man #renbob #/seed

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rhapsoddity · 2 months

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Is team ZITS still buddies? Do they know each others identities?

YEAH!! they still buddies! and ya they know eahcothers identites

theyre all childhood friends, skizz and impulse live and work together in hermitcraft, where zedaph provides tech. tangos working in empires currently but obvs used to work w them too!

ZITS have some backstory away from VSau, but that's @galaxygermdraws's jurisdiction (I let germ loose with his ZITS beloved lol, they're the one who designed skizz, impulse, and zed)

#anon #ask

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daily-ethoslab · 1 year

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[322] If you don’t watch zedaph you should you really should

#ethoslab #etho #hermitcraft #ethoslab fanart #etho fanart #zedaph #zedaph fanart #day 322 #i love zedaph so muchhhhh im still working on a design for him #tikas favs

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votederpycausemufins · 10 months

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Okay I swear I'm working on the characters I wanted to... I just happened to be researching gems and stumbled upon Orange Spodumene, went 'wait spodumene comes in blue, it would be perfect for Jevin' and made this. Honestly I'm surprised no one had done it yet.

But part of the reason I did him is because I may be working on my own Xisuma and Evil Xisuma designs (I know I used sweetest-honeybee's designs on the second page of my zedaph ones, but I have so many ideas now that require my own designs)

Just so I can make sure it's out there sooner rather than later, I know @chrisrin , the one responsible for the gemcyt brainrot, made the Boatem Gems to probably be the Crystal Gems equivalent, and people are already writing stories for gemcyt linked to the life series since most of the characters done were from there. However, what if Hermit Gems? Are you intrigued by the idea? I have more info below the cut, both on that and also how it connects to a part of Jevin's design.

Okay hear me out, Hermit Gems. A variation for the crystal gems. Instead of just defending Earth, it's a planet system they defend. That way you can have a planet for hermitcraft, a planet for the live series, a planet for a different group, etc etc.

Unlike with Earth, that had the normal warp pads and the homeworld warp, let's have 3 kinds. Normal 'Planetary Warps', Solar System or just 'System Warps', and ofc the 'Homeworld Warps'. The Hermits/Hermit Gems have disabled the Homeworld warps on any planet they were on, but for the most part the planetary and system warps are still functional.

Like, let's imagine there's 10 planets in the system. Each planet would have 10-15 Planetary warps, 1 System warp (to get from one planet to another) and maybe 3-5 of the planets would have homeworld warps. All the Homeworld ones are disabled purposely, and then a few of the system and a number of the planetary warps are disabled just due to wear and tear from over the years similar to what was seen in the show. That way while it's all the same solar system, there are a few planets that would be disconnected from the other planets. So you could have the life players end up stranded on a planet and not know that it technically is protected by the Hermits.

Now, as for the Hermit Gems themselves, I imagine most of the Hermits were part of the Hermit Gems, but the planets are a bit more dangerous than Earth, so former hermits have either been corrupted, shattered, or lost when they were poofed over time. As it stands, Xisuma has become the defacto leader of the HG's, but in the same way that after Rose became Steven, Garnet was seen as the defacto leader, but really there was no true leader.

The Hermits who were in season 1 that are present day Hermits are probably the original Hermit Gems. So that's Xisuma, Joe and Keralis. Technically Bdubs was in season 1, albeit briefly, so we're not counting him. (Though since Pungence was there, could be that he was there as another Nephrite and when Bdubs eventually learns of the HG's and of his uh... former crewmate(?), he might join with them. But I feel like most of the people part of the life series are up in the air.

Of course more gems/hermits ended up joining the HG's over time, whether on purpose or accident. I'm not sure about some of the other life series people, but Cleo having been in hermitcraft since s2 seems like she probably went to a different planet through the system warps, but by the time she wanted to go back, something had damaged the warp to go back to the sort of main planet, so she ended up stuck on what could be the life series planet.

Of the planets, I feel like the system would go along the lines of 9201 dash [XX], 9 bc of hermitcraft s9, and then the 201 due to us being on 1.20.1. And then the letters signify the planet, so the main one would be 9201-HC and the life series could be 9201-TL (for third life or traffic life, pick your poison).

The Hermit Gems are of course mainly on 9201-HC, and instead of their main base being the Gem Temple, they have it called the Mega Base (for obvious reasons). It would still be similar to the Gem Temple with having a door to various rooms that each Hermit would get, but unlike the Gem Temple, it wouldn't stick to the 5 rooms or whatever number, but it would change with the different HG's, mainly through someone like Xisuma or Joe messing with the gem tech inside. (Since the fact that the Gem Temple has it for the present crystal gems means that it was made after Bismuth was poofed and Amethyst has joined. That, or they changed the door. The fact that Bismuth has a gem in the same place Amethyst does means that the Temple Gem itself could have been her instead, but who knows. We don't know enough about the Temple's history)

Finally, the part that involves Jevin's design. Similar to how the CG's all had stars as part of their designs, I feel like the HG's would have x's. We see that Rose had her star far before the others did, and they added their stars around the time Steven was born, likely in honor of Rose, but Bismuth had stars of her own on her apron and 'tattoo' despite not knowing Rose's fate. So I imagine that the HG's, after joining the Hermits, if they got poofed and regeneration, they had the possibility of adding on an x design to show their allegiance to the Hermits. Xisuma was the first to do it, which is part of how he got his nickname instead of just being called his gem name: P[redacted until the design is complete]. Other HG's probably did it as well before Xisuma was seen as the leader, X just added x's first and whoever was in charge at the time liked it as a replacement for their diamond decals.

I'm not sure if I want to say the HG leader before was Generik, mainly because of... recent outlook on him. And I know Rose/PD had a sort of problematic backstory to put it lightly. It could be similar to why he seemed to have made HC in the first place (assumed to be that he was salty about not being invited to MindCrack, so made his own server, and then once he did get onto MindCrack, he didn't return for s2). If we go with that, it could be something along the lines of Generik started their gem rebellion, and the other Hermit Gems assumed it was for their independence and freedom, but then it was revealed that Generik just wanted to do it to upset HW and didn't care about the other stuff, which put a sour note on the whole thing. Whether he decided he was done, or if HW managed to find and capture/shatter him, who knows. Even if he didn't exist, Xisuma's the technical leader now and the symbol of the HG's is an x.

Of course, it's not required. The designs I saw for Cleo and Joe don't have x's (though i feel like that's because Cleo has never been poofed), it's just a 'if you want to have it, go ahead'. Which is part of why Jevin has an X through his hood and what represents the drawstrings of the hood, but then the hoodie pocket is still a diamond. I almost didn't make it an actual pocket, but i didn't know what to do with his arms, so in ze pocket they go.

If anyone wants to draw/tweak his design, the non transparent version is there for color grabbing. I put the transparent parts at 75% opacity. If you can't tell, his gem is at his chest as opposed to Orange Spodumene having it at her belly.

And lastly, part of why I designed him instead of just saying 'hey, someone do that' is bc i'm working on a fic. and while he's not the main focus, I needed more gems for it and he happened to be sitting there and easy to choose a gem for.

#gemcyt #hermitcraft au #steven universe au #ijevin #my art #also haha gem-vin

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locusfandomtime · 5 months

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okay so with all the hermitcraft muppet stuff… i’m thinking… hermitcraft The Muppets (2011) au… it works beautifully hear me out…

y/n is an autistic person who is OBSESSED with hermitcraft. however by this point, hermitcraft has been disbanded for years. they visit the season 9 world - now under the ownership of some corporation - and accidentally overhear evil xisuma’s plans to purchase the original hermitcraft worlds and destroy them, and the hermits would be unable to stop him, unless they buy the world first for an even higher amount of money than ex is offering. y/n refuses to let this happen and tracks down xisuma, explaining the situation. xisuma doesn’t want to have all the things he worked on with his friends destroyed, so decides, in order to raise the money needed to stop ex, all the hermits must reunite and hold a twitch subathon.

starting with joe hills, y/n and xisuma track down the hermits and ask them to join, via montage. they’ve all moved on and have new jobs. hypno is doing some modded stuff, tango is an overworked game dev, doc is a tomato farmer, gem is a serial killer, mumbo is biking around europe, grian is procrastinating, cleo is a fashion director, zedaph is a gameshow host, etc etc. they all agree to help, with varying degrees of hesitance or eagerness

finally, they track down etho. he is now working for a big name company designing redstone machines full time. despite their best efforts, etho refuses to help, satisfied with his current job and lacking any motivation for hermitcraft projects. everyone is discouraged with etho not joining the project, especially bdubs. however gem calls etho washed up and then etho suddenly decides to join them to prove his worthiness

they have a day to try and build as many minigames and cool builds as possible. several “celebrity guests” show up for the event, including scott and martyn, and wilbur soot, because he’s enamoured with grian. the stream starts, and they try to do competitions and play games, however, the helsmits are there and are trying to sabotage the event. y/n has been questioning this entire time what type of player they are - redstoner, builder, etc - failing to succeed in any of those categories, however, after a heartful talk with joe hills, accepts that there are talents not recognised by the minecraft community at large but are still admirable, and they do a dramatic poetry reading together.

in the end, evil xisuma, refusing to accept defeat, cuts out the power to stop the stream 23 hours and 59 minutes in - a minute short of the time goal. the hermits are at first devastated but then remember that as with any stream like this, they already reached the monetary goal 5 minutes in. in fact, they reached double the goal the moment grian talked, and five times the goal the second etho was in frame. zedaph puts on his wormman costume and talks to ex, who reveals he has only been so focused on destroying hermitcraft because it made him sad to see the hermits celebrated but his favourite hermit of all - wormman - ignored. wormman explains that its okay, because of his nature of being a superhero, he needs to stay out of the limelight to best protect his identity, but he appreciates ex’s dedication to him. the other helsmits run away, plotting their revenge. a new season of hermitcraft is announced, and y/n is unanimously voted to be part of it. gem kills someone. scar proposes to grian. the crowd goes wild. everyone claps. the shot zooms out, revealing the entire thing to have been playing on a computer monitor. cut to zloyxp, pixlriffs, and lyarrah sitting in front of it, furiously taking notes for the first recap in many years

#i have rewatched that movie. so many times.#the y/n autistic main character thing isn’t a joke btw thats like hliterally the plot of the movie. and fucking sheldon bazinga plays him #y/n isn’t necessarily even the reader. skizz could be y/n with a few edits and more connection to impulse tbh #i did edit things around to make it more logically consistent in this au but basically everything written here legit happens in the movie #long post #locus fandom time #hermitcraft #joe hills #i think he is pretty relevant here. given this entire thing is inspired by him #hermitblr #the muppets

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solving counting sheep prompt thing: three and joe trying to work on some project together

Three squints critically at a post in the ground.

“Your measurement is off,” it says.

“Why, thank you. Your eyesight is far greater than mine, so I very much appreciate you correcting the marks I’m using to decide how big and close the moon is getting!” Joe smiles at Three. Back when Three had first met her, Joe had smiled big quite often. These days, even that goofy, meant-to-be-a-gesture smile is drawn and exhausted. Joe is not designed to run on minimal sleep the way Three is; Joe is hardly the only Hermit staying up until the middle of the night these days.

Blocks rise around them.

Three has better vision than Joe. Blocks rise everywhere.

“I still think we should try Mumbo’s missile again. Or we should try a bigger missile.”

“I am afraid that didn’t work the first time!” Joe says, finishing their sign adjustments.

“That’s stupid,” Three says.

“That’s just how it is. Besides, big problems like that are for big problem havers! We’re out here, collecting data for the people who might actually be able to do something about it.” Joe pauses, shrugs. “I mean, if they exist. They probably don’t.”

“I could torture a Watcher into fixing it,” Three says glibly.

“No, you said that wouldn’t work,” Joe says. “Also, that’s morally questionable.”

Three does not fidget. It trains its eyes on the threat it can do nothing about. It lets out a trill that, for most mortals, is terrifying.

Nothing happens.

“I can make everyone leave,” Three says, quieter this time. “With better plans than—”

“The season’s hardly over. Iskall hasn’t given me my badge yet. I’m not leaving until I get that,” Joe says.

“That is a stupid plan. Don’t be stupid,” Three says.

“Are you leaving?”

“Not until Mumbo does. Especially not until—Pearl should know better. She did not leave last time. She was—was sad. She should know that—I won’t leave until she does,” Three says, halting as it trips over emotions it doesn’t understand.

“Then let’s not have this argument again.”

“Will comply,” Three grumbles.

“Besides, this new moon data is fascinating. Why, at this rate—oh no! I might not even finish my castle! I think I’m going to go work on the walls again, just in case,” Joe says.

“Affirmative,” Three says.

“See you around! If you happen to See any solutions with those big eyes of yours”—and here Joe winks, incredibly unsubtly—“please, by all means, let us all know!”

He leaves.

Three looks at a line of signs across the ground, scattered markers of how small the problem was a month ago. It’s grown so big so fast, and Three has still yet to figure out how to neutralize it.

No one has any orders to stay. No one has any reason to. Three doesn’t understand why they’re still staying.

Three won’t leave alone.

Three, Three doesn’t want—

It would be sad if Zedaph’s sheep experiment had to end early. It should not be buried under moon rocks and rubble. It should be remembered.

That’s all.

#answered #a bee fic #solving counting sheep talk #this is also in answering ‘three reacts to moon’s big’ for the record #anyway. sorry I still have big moon emotions #so HERE THEY ARE #anyway three hates this get it off this train #(also almost despite everything three gets along with joe hills almost)#(it thinks joe is a baffling person but in a way that makes sense enough to it to figure out)#also yeah at this point the ‘ask game’ is ‘send me scs prompts and I slowly get through them to wind down in the evening #combining scs and s8. yeah THERE are my insanities all in one place.

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activate-shadow-of-the-window · 5 months

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Still fiddling with contrasting colors and horizons au designs.

Etho Slab is a… wanderer. No other word fits. He usually just appears in places for a week or so before disappearing and reappearing somewhere else. An ambiguous canine of some sort, white-haired and scarred on the left of his face.

Hypno Tizd is a mercenary, a set of hired eyes and wings. This bat-folk has yellow eyes and keen ears.

Stress Monster is pretty sure she’s a faerie. A wandering merchant and defender of the wee beasties of the world with violet eyes and clawed hands.

Iskall is the vice-mayor and right-hand-man to Keralis of Iceberg Metropolis. Pale blue of eye and wearer of a strange, revolutionary prosthetic made by Doc of the Maw.

X B is the survivor of a disaster that destroyed the aquatic civilization of Geyser Heights. A guardian-folk of blue and orange scales that works as a messenger.

Vintage Beef is a human, plain and simple, and the best barkeep of Joe Hills’ Elsewhere. Kind, strong, and tolerating of zero nonsense is he.

Zedaph is a self-declared oddity, the son of a chicken and a sheep. He does not so much wander as he does blow about, abandoning experiments in the middle of the desert and dodging the various minor crimes he is periodically wanted for. Bright, blue-eyes, and bursting with energy.

Welsknight is probably a human, the trusted retainer of Bee Double Oh, Lord of Livingstone. Hardworking and more than competent, the blue-plumed rider is almost always pacing about in the background.

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cillpiines · 6 months

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DeVoid of Reason

Zedweek day 3: Hermitcraft 7-8/Animal companions

Synopsis: Zedaph explores the Void beneath the Cave of Contraptions.

read on ao3 or beneath the cut!

“Wagh!”

Red blankets bunch and ultimately slip from the side of the bed as Zedaph respawns, bolting up even as bones continue to reform and sinew stitches itself together again. Slowing down to pull the covers back up would be a waste of time as she flings her body off the side, legs trembling with just-respawned fuzziness and not quite catching his crash. The grass and dirt that smear on his clothes remain as she scrabbles up again and dashes off like she’s hopped up on swiftness. Hooves scrape and slide on stone as he races back to his place of death.

Not to retrieve any lost items, of course. There’s more important work at hand.

He scratches his legs sliding onto the edge of the world, the sharp stone digging into his palms and soft yellow wool. “Incredible!” Zedaph yells into the Void, hands and knees braced on the craggy bedrock. The sound, disappointingly, doesn’t echo, instead being swallowed up by the—whatever the Void is!

Zed tacks on an apology to Yoyo for bursting his eardrums as an afterthought, already moving to snatch up the notebook wedged into the stone. It’s important to take notes on experimental design and results. A few strokes of his quill add in observations from the most recent fall; that is, diamonds disintegrate into code faster than Players do. Ink smudges from Zed’s fingers to her face as she ponders the new data. While diamonds are smaller, he’s certainly squishier than the mineral. This is going to take at least several more jumps into the Void to understand!

Sure, she could just ask Xisuma about the plane beneath the bedrock, but where’s the fun in that? A discussion over tea will never match the thrilling joy of discovery, will never send her hair fluttering in crisp freefall. It might still produce a data sheet, but there’s not even a guarantee of that!

No, the Void is for Zedaph to figure out herself right now.

Maybe there was one Voidwalker he would have enjoyed finding answers from…

Nevermind.

The real treat is solving the mysteries and gathering information! Zedaph doesn’t need anybody else to do that, just his brain and a hole in the bedrock! The Void escapades themselves are even more pleasant than originally expected of a dark endless plane that disintegrates everything it drags within its depths. It’s nice! The atmosphere when Zed dangles in it is chilly without quite being cold, and nothing his cardigan can’t handle. If he really gets shivery, he can grab the jacket he stole from Tango last season. When he lets go and plunges into the abyss, he is falling, but if she closes her eyes and focuses, the air resistance is strong enough to feel almost like the space itself is cradling her.

Oh…that could be an idea….

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The Cave of Contraptions is a modern marvel, each meter of space crammed with innovation and ideas that no one in their right mind has ever considered before. Visiting and taking in the new mechanical monstrosities is always a treat for Impulse, with the added bonus of getting to see his friend. Passing the threshold of the plain iron door in a plainer mountainside enters him into a magnificent hodge podge of creativity and often an immediate tour on every new idea.

The rest of the time, Zedaph is hidden somewhere amongst the mess of peculiar contraptions.

“Zedaph?” Impulse calls out, peering around the side of the plinko board, groans of the undead nearly masking his own voice. He heads back toward the Magic Puddle for better acoustics and another peek around that wing of the cave. “Zed!”

“Impulse!” A distant but unmistakable voice chirps. “Down here!”

Impulse pads over to crouch over the lowered storage area and glance around. He swears he checked it already, but when it comes to Zedaph, a closer inspection is never a bad idea. “Where down?”

“The Bumless Pit!”

Of course, there down.

“Coming!” Impulse is plenty familiar with the descent to the hole in the bedrock beneath Zed’s base, having made the trip a few times already during the construction process. He knows the shape of the cavern and the placement of the sharpest hunks of bedrock, knows the sad pig Zed has doomed to a lifetime of dangling. What Impulse doesn’t actually expect to see was another set of fenceposts in the room, the ends of a sheet tied around each.

“Zed?” The space is full of surprises today apparently, also lacking any Zedaph.

“Impulse!”

He’s feeling a little stupid spinning around looking for something, thinking Zed must have rigged up another contraption in this same space, when something in the small cavern shifts.

“Whoa!” Impulse exclaims and steps back because there’s an arm and a head of blonde curls popping up from the hole in the bedrock. The hole that opens up into the Void. Which Zed is now presently lifting himself out of-

Actually, why is he even surprised anymore? It’s Zedaph.

“Zedaph,” he greets. She hums in acknowledgement of his name, struggling to swing her leg up over the bedrock. Impulse reaches out for her arm to help her back to solid ground. “What are you doing?”

“Taking a nap,” Zed answers casually. “What are you doing?”

“A nap,” Impulse repeats, eyebrows going up. “In the Void?”

“Where else was I supposed to?” Zedaph throws her arms out to the sides. “I can’t very well nap in my bed, now can I? What if I wake up on a different side than I did this morning? Nothing would make any sense!”

“Of course not,” Impulse agrees, choosing to ignore the several other locations for napping and instead leaning over to peer into the hole in the bedrock. The sheet tied to the posts in the room spills into the abyss, the supported ends forming the shape of a— “Is that a hammock?”

“Yup! Wanna try it out?” Zed’s got that almost-manic grin on his face that Impulse can ironically take familiar comfort in. Lava will continue to bubble, the sun will rise again tomorrow, and Zedaph will take joy in morally dubious and dangerous activities.

“Isn’t that kind of dangerous?” And yet…even as he asks that, Impulse finds his gaze slipping back to the deep darkness of the world below. The Void is difficult to truly focus on in the End, with raiding and battle at the forefront of the mind. The Nether doesn’t have any visible Void, lost beyond the haze and fog of the roof. The bottom of Zed’s cave is a perfect place to stand and…appreciate it. The swirling specks of color dotting through the endless inky black are almost hypnotic, drawing the eye to the next and drawing the eye deeper within. It’s kind of beautiful, kind of entrancing.

“The danger’s the fun part!” Zed’s voice snaps Impulse’s attention back to the Overworld. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little death.”

“I’ve got so much XP, dude,” Impulse smiles down at his friend.

“You can get that back! Don’t you want the value of an experience?” Violet eyes twinkle with mischief and anticipation, nearly reminiscent of the stars embedded within the Void itself.

“What do you think XP stands for?”

“A zombie reporter guy,” Zed waves off. “This is a real experience anyway! How often do you get to dangle? In the Void, no less!”

Impulse spares a glance back down to the pit. Hanging beneath a ledge isn’t too different from Skyblock, really. It’s nothing new for him, just a simple change of environment. Black instead of blue. “How do you get into the hammock?”

Zedaph cheers and describes how to simply let go from the bedrock and drop into it.

Being with Zed is always a bit of a leap of faith; Impulse lets himself fall into the fabric. He quickly tries to adjust the fabric to hold his weight more comfortably. Considerably taller than Zedaph, the existing layout of pillow and blanket within the hammock aren’t quite suited to him. He successfully gets a pillow beneath his head and leans back, each hand gripping the sides to literally hold on for his life. The Void presses in around him, almost breathing down his neck. “How do you sleep like this?”

“It’s really nice once you forget about your inevitable death!” Zedaph assures, leaning her whole upper body over the ledge with a bright smile.

Impulse settles in the hammock and tries to let go of the gnawing anxiety that there’s a hungry abyss beneath him. The sheet strung up to be the hammock is a finely spun wool and very soft, gentle against Impulse’s arms. The atmosphere of the Void is sharp, but simply resting in it instead of hurtling through it allows it to only be sharp like an autumn morning. Impulse’s tee and shorts simply aren’t enough to remain comfortably for long, but there’s a peace in being separate from the hustle of the Overworld. Separate from the work, but not separate from every other thing.

There’s potential here, Impulse has to admit. It could be a really neat hangout spot…well, it’s Zed’s for now. Maybe next season.

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The Void makes a fantastic rubbish bin.

Lounging in her hammock, Zedaph tosses another crumpled piece of paper off the edge. It’s commonplace enough at this point that he doesn’t even lean over to watch it dissolve. “Too efficient,” he murmurs to herself instead, scribbling out the beginnings of a new design. Any contraption that enters the Cave should be unique, interesting, something that turns a few heads. They should never, ever be at peak operating compacity. Impulse and Tango must be rubbing off on her, she muses, drawing out squiggly lines to represent kelp on the page. Why walk across the whole cave for an item when the important things could be summoned through an elaborate transport system that takes far longer for results? So, the dispenser launches the items across ice into an upwards water stream and-

All at once, the sheet of the hammock shifts.

Well, obviously Zedaph knows it wasn’t all at once. Repeated instances of bearing weight facilitated a strain that was a long time coming, slowly splintering the wood of the post that was never replaced and loosening the knot that wasn’t tied well enough.

Still, the results occur all at once.

The fabric slips and Zedaph goes with it, a yelp torn from his throat as his grip on his pen and notepad tighten. If only he had reacted faster, she would’ve thrown them back up onto the bedrock and saved all the hard work. He’s sure his arm is good enough to make that shot now. As it stands, the pages of good ideas will end up a snack for the Void as well as the bad.

Oh, and Zed too.

The sheet falls, plunging into the depths of the Void and just as swiftly torn apart into particles.

The last of the fabric slips away from where it clung to Zedaph, falling victim to the hungry Void. Zedaph remains. Hammockless.

He blinks mouth frozen mid shout, suspended in nothing. She glances around, finding only the typical expanse of the Void. He glances beneath him, finding only endless space and the remaining pixels of her hammock.

“...Huh.”

Zedaph tucks the notepad close to her chest, reaching out with her other hand and finding nothing solid against her palm. He pokes at the space right next to his leg, clearly suspended by something, and still feels nothing. With his hand at least. Against her leg and bum, there’s a soft yet stable type of pressure. “Is this…a glitch?” he guesses. The tricky details of the universe such as this are his bread and butter; he’ll have to start planning out another contraption immediately!

She stands on shaky legs, still finding some kind of structurally sound flooring beneath his hooves. First things first, he brings his arm back and throws the notepad back to the bedrock around the pit. Haha! He knew those throwing lessons would pay off!

With that squared away, she experimentally sweeps a leg out into the nothingness, finding the solid ground present wherever her hoof touches. It holds true even when he jumps in place, both legs coming back down on invisible ground. It holds up even when he tries taking a full step forward and glances up at the bedrock ceiling to check that the mouth of the pit is, in fact, farther away.

The limit is finally drawn when she takes a leap forward, pushing all her weight behind it. His hooves fall right past the point he’s come to understand as the “floor,” and it’s only a matter of time before the rest of him is falling. Nothing reaches out to catch him this time, and Zedaph plunges into the endless darkness.

She gasps as he wakes up in bed, the last bit of keratin on his fingertips forming back into place. The chill of the Void still lingers, pricking his skin into goosebumps beneath her cardigan. She bundles the blankets closer. “Brilliant...”

Zedaph allows himself to tumble out of bed, crashing to the floor and dragging the mess of blankets across the netherrack back down to the bottom of the world.

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“When you said you needed me in your hole, this is not what I thought you meant.”

Tango and Zedaph stand side by side at the edge of the Bumless Pit, gazing into its mysterious depths. “Tango!” Zed scolds, “Get your head out of the gutter!”

Tango cackles as Zed swats his arm, unbothered by the light smacks. “So, what’s the problem with your hole?”

“My hole is being quite peculiar, Tango,” Zedaph says seriously. “I think you need to check it out. Really get in there.”

Hands resting on his hips, Tango nods just as seriously. “I’ll do a thorough examination of your hole, don’t worry.”

“Great!” Zedaph chirps. “I need you to jump into it.”

The two look back to the opening of the Bumless Pit in perfect unison, Zedaph with a smile and Tango rolling his eyes. “No hammock this time?”

“Nope! We’re running an experiment!”

Tango sighs, dropping down a bedroll to set his spawn. “It’s always something with you,” he remarks, pulling his items out from his plethora of pockets and letting them fall to stable ground. Zed giggles something mad and delighted as his friend shimmies up to the edge of the pit, peering into the darkness.

“Let me know if you land on anything,” Zed instructs.

“Wh- land on—” And there’s hands on his back and the hands are shoving and the next moment he’s falling, falling, falling.

There’s nothing out here to catch him; there’s nothing in the Void but Void, stretching endlessly over the space beneath the world. Tango squints his eyes to peer around for what Zed could have been referring to, but the harsh atmosphere blurs even his Netherian eyes and nothing stands out against the tapestry of ink and pinpricks of distant light.

Then his time is up, the environment itself gnawing his skin, flesh, being away. Becoming part of the sprawl of the inevitable.

Tango wakes up to violet eyes in his face and does not scream. But let the record show that if he did scream, it would be a manly one.

“Stop screaming,” Zed instructs, putting a hand over Tango’s mouth and settling atop Tango’s lap on the bedroll. “Did you hit anything?”

“There’s nothing there, Zed,” Tango spits out, batting the hand away from his face.

“That’s what you think!” Tango only just gets used to the weight on his legs before Zed is jumping up, hands already waving about. “There’s something weird about it!”

And ZedaphPlays loves weird, Tango fills in easily. “So, ask Xisuma.”

“Too easy,” she shoots back, sticking her head into the hole. “And that’s like me asking you about the geology of basalt deltas.”

She’s got him there. “Well, X is actually smart. And has a bagillion things of information.”

“I’m kind of smart!” Zedaph defends, to which Tango scoffs. “I have science!”

“And unfortunately, no brain.” Tango delights in Zed’s resulting expression, cheeks puffed out and reddened.

“I’ll have you know I have several brains!” She jabs her pointer finger up toward another segment of the cave. “I have a highly inefficient farm!”

“Okay, brain boy.” Tango leans forward, Zed sticking her tongue out at him. “Use that brainpower and explain to me what you learned from me jumping to my death.”

Zed shrugs nonchalantly, thick cardigan bunching around her shoulders. “I wanted to see if you’d die. You did.”

“Wh—” Tango sputters. “Obviously I’d die!” Zed’s tricky and a thorn in Tango’s side, but this still doesn’t feel like a Zedaph prank. Pushing someone into the Void for fun is too easy, too simple. That’s not who Zedaph is.

“I didn’t,” Zed tosses out. “Then I did, but first I didn’t. So it can’t be that the Void prefers blondes…”

“Hold up, go back.” Tango holds his hands up. “You didn’t die?” He gets to his feet, joining Zedaph by the hole in the bedrock.

Zedaph shakes his head, curls bouncing. “Nope! You did though.”

“I gotta see this for myself,” he explains, wasting no time in throwing his whole-body weight against his friend, thick clothing colliding and Zedaph losing her balance on the rock.

He blinks and finds Zedaph sprawled out on his back a few feet down in the abyss, slightly beneath the dangling Yoyo. “Replication is good for science!” he calls up. “I’m starting to think it’s not a glitch!”

Tango gapes, watching Zedaph get to her feet upon nothing. “What!” he cries, tangling a hand in his flames. “What are you— what is this!”

“I don’t know yet!” Zedaph grins up at him, cheek squishing up. “I’ve got a 63% success rate!”

“Hang on, stay there.” Tango sits down on the edge of the bedrock, tail swishing behind him. He aims for directly next to his friend and lets himself drop.

And drop. And drop.

He falls right past Zedaph, her fingers only able to graze his arm before he was out of range. He yelps, vaguely registering Zed’s “whoa!” above him.

Tango shivers upon respawn but doesn’t hesitate to march back over and argue with Zedaph, who insists he “try it again!”

The rest of the afternoon passes by in the cavern beneath Zedaph’s base. The final success rate comes out to a sad 0 out of 37 for Tango, 21 out of 31 for Zedaph, and 0 for the couple sheep they tossed in.

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“Maybe you just have something wrong in your code,” Tango hypothesizes, attempting to toss a crisp into his mouth and missing.

Impulse nods along to that, tearing a bite of his sandwich and swinging his legs over the edge of the endstone. “You could ask X to check on that.”

“I will,” Zedaph lies, laying a few meters down in the Void, scritching an endermite under the chin. “Hey, what’s a better name: Chancellor Chitin or Gregory?”

“The first one, obviously.” Tango tosses a crisp down at Zedaph’s face and the conversation moves on.

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The thin streak of inky black woven through the back of Zed’s fluffy golden curls goes unnoticed.

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