Made a very ruf gif of @kojitheopossum sirens song au Etho :3

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Made a very ruf gif of @kojitheopossum sirens song au Etho :3

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Hello may we have some DMScartek AU Tango yapping? Idk if you already did one but I neeeeed more stuff about this guy. I love him and absolutley HATE him at the SAME GODDAMN TIMEE! This AU has taken over my brain COMPLETLEY! <3 Ok thats all ^w^
IM SO GLAD SO MANY OF YALL LOVE THIS AU I RLY CANNOT STATE THAT ENOUGH WAHH-
COUGH.
I haven't made a Tango specific ramble yet! He's probably fleshed out the least in my head- So I'll try my best here pfft. (And my brain isnt quite working yet but I need to get the cogs turning)
I think I'll start with a bit of Tangos past-
Hermitadaymay: Day 4
Helsknight - Assassin. Professional Grudge Holder
TRANSMUTOR: Red Ledger - Hellspawn.
Manifests emotion as ink that scrawls itself across his visible skin. Restricted to negative emotion, so usually will be red or black ink.
When facing the person that inspired those emotions, can withdraw the ink to shape weapons of his choice.
Has a specific vendetta against Wels and has even named the weapon that the hatred he feels will create: Blackheart.
Restricted by space. For the ink to later be transformed, it must always be exposed to air or at least visible to other nen users. Quite literally wears his emotions on his sleeve.
felt like making monster designs for Grian, Mumbo & Scar...idk
Tastes Like Coffee ~ (Etho x Bdubs) - Chapter 6 - Caffeine is a Buzzkill (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1388825929-tastes-like-coffee-%7E-etho-x-bdubs-chapter-6?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=ThatOneWaterCat&wp_originator=oicWy7EKDRkABRBvFDrTFRugKluqGxIpSrGJeOeuVEUB%2Fuupqmx0cNj6opeiKRnkWVJJHLFqlYc2lEcem8%2BaRQYCMsJrgTMMy666OxwWVqPE%2B2SNVeph4u1%2ByscJZUN%2F This the the SEQUEL to Smells Like Coffee, so ya miiiight wanna check out that one first ;) you guys asked for this, so pick your poison, dig your grave, buckle up, and another phrases you should do to prepare because i can't think of them right now, because i'm .... going to seriously need the support to do this. :D Friends → lovers → a chaotic duo thats gonna get through everything life (<me) will throw at them! And now for the real summary: (with spoilers for Smells Like Coffee!!) It's winter break for these lovesick fools and life could not be better! Well except for that maybe Bdubs is a little overexcited to tell Etho he loves him, and Etho is struggling to figure out how to properly ask Bdubs on a date before jumping into the title "boyfriends". I'm sure everything will clear up perfectly though, because they're gonna go ice skating together on New Years and no amount of awkward-texting-ness can stop their love! Maybe something else can though.... wonder what? Enjoy, and remember to get some damn sleep after each chapter if you are reading at midnight. :)

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Desperate Wings
Another thing for @hermitcraftheadcanons Scattered!AU and based off another ask where the idea of Parrot!Grian came up. I seem to like writing out the odd alt realities.
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Grian let out a grumble of annoyance as he hacked down leaves and branches in his path, small cuts on his skin from the overgrowth of the jungle. The hot, sticky air didn’t help much either, and had forced him to remove and tie his sweater around his waist; opting for just the simple t-shirt underneath it.
It was odd, to say the least. He’d spawned here alone, thousands of blocks away from 0,0; with not a single other Hermit in sight. They were all on the server, the tab list and the death notifications in chat told him as such, but he couldn’t send messages to them with his communicator for some reason.
Something MUST have gone wrong in the world creation...but surely X was on it right?
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The verdant expanse of trees seemed to go on forever, not surprising, given the plan had been to have large biomes this time around.
Just one problem, though: he hadn’t seen a single passive animal aside from some parrots, pandas, and ocelots. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem, but those mobs didn’t drop any kind of food for him and he had begun to take note of his growling stomach.
He had managed to get some zombie flesh early on from a temple that hadn’t generated entirely for some reason, but that only aided in making him hungrier...
...not one of his smarter ideas, that much was certain.
Of course, he’d also acquired some seeds in his travels and the thought of making bread crossed his mind. Only problem with that plan was that it required waiting, and that was time he did not have.
A squawk came from beside him, a curious parrot that he’d encountered early on was still following him, scarlet feathers highly contrasting the green foliage.
It looked at the seeds in his hand and tilted its head, did it want them?
“Sorry, pesky bird, but I need these for later. Once I get a farm going I can give you an endless supply of them.”
The parrot repeated the action it did prior before flying up higher into the trees, alerting Grian to the fact the sun was setting. A thought came to him: if he could farm skeletons for bones he could grow the wheat himself, and, worst case scenario, he’d even take rotten flesh over starvation. Only problem with this plan was that the jungle was probably one of the most dangerous biomes to be in at night.
Still, it was worth a try.
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Grian was shot by Skeleton
He found himself back on the cold stone of the jungle temple he’d originally spawned in and sat up with a groan of annoyance, there was no way he was getting the small amount of gear he’d had on him back, he’d not checked his coordinates in a long time.
With a sigh he hauled himself to his feet and began to punch the nearest tree in frustration. At least there was wood here, and stone from the temple as well; the gear wasn’t the best, but at least he had access to it.
Stone tools now crafted, Grian looked around, trying to remember the direction he’d originally gone, he efforts proved futile and he eventually he gave up and just picked a random one.
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Grian was shot by Skeleton
Grian fell from a high place whilst fighting Zombie
Grian was slain by Spider
Grian blew up
Grian was slain by Phantom
Grain starved to death
“AUUUUUGGGHHH!” he exclaimed in frustration as he punched the stone wall to his left. No matter how hard he tried, he wasn’t making any ground. And, he was getting really sick of dying.
That’s when he opened his eyes and froze as he saw his arm...
...it was covered in feathers.
The sight sent him falling backward in shock and an impact with the ground sent a searing pain up his spine.
Once the pain subsided he rolled onto his chest and tried to get to his feet, realizing all of a sudden that there was something on his back.
After seeing his arms he didn’t want to look, but his curiosity was too great and so, that was how he learned of the little winglets that had grown from him, bulging out from under his shirt.
“This...this is all just some crazy dream...there’s no way this could possibly happen!”
He reached back to touch the new growths, they were colorful just like those of the parrots in the jungle. He’d heard the tales of the season 5 jungle, its corrupted code causing the sudden disappearance of three Hermits. Perhaps this was the same thing? It would make sense, given how he’d spawned alone with no way to communicate with the others, something was DEFINITELY wrong with the world.
Perhaps it would be better to just wait for the problem to be resolved? Go caving, get geared up, maybe build a treehouse or something to prevent himself from getting bored.
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He’d long discarded his shirt by this point, his newfound wings had grown greatly in size and were would be uncomfortable under the fabric. Unfortunately, this removal of his clothing alerted him to the red feathers that had spread to his chest.
His stomach growled and Grian mindlessly popped some seeds into his mouth; he could see why parrots liked them so much!
At that thought it dawned on him. He knew that some of his fellow hermits were mob hybrids; Doc, Ren, Cleo, Jevin...could he possibly be...turning into one as well?
It would make sense, given his feathers and wings...and the fact he noticed his hands now resembled those of bird talons.
Was this because he’d died so many times in the jungle? That his body was changing to better adapt to the biome?
A squawk resounded from above him and he turned to look up, a blue and yellow parrot perched on a tree branch met his gaze, tilted its head, and then flew off.
"Hmm...I wonder...”
Grian closed his eyes and focused on the new growths protruding from his back until he felt his feet leave the floor and opened them again.
He was...he was FLYING! Flying without an Elytra!
Growing more confident he flew higher and higher, until he was above the treetops, able to see for miles unhindered.
Perhaps now he could actually get out of this jungle, find the other Hermits, and figure out what was going on.
Crossover go brrrr
And last, but not least, a dump of hermit craft junks
I have tons more sketches, but thems not nearly important enough to share