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Hermitaday Day 12 - Pearlo!!!

quick one cause school is kicking my ass but to hell with me if i dont draw my sillyguy so!!!!!! pearlo :))))

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[Image description: a digital drawing of Joe Hills in Juppet form, smiling and waving at the viewer. There is a cartoony rainbow strip behind Joe, as well as a blue sky with a few clouds. End description]

Joe Hills of Nashville, Tennessee fame is an integral part of Hermitcraft and a source of unlimited joy and creativity. The Joe Hills difference is addicting <3

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The aha bit the Southlanders group was the hardest I’d laughed in a long time when I saw it. I was genuinely concerned I’d wake my housemates at the time. I made them watch it with me the next day and they didn’t find it nearly as funny as my reaction. Which is fine.

But then I went to visit family for a while and I came back to sticky notes with aha puns on absolutely everything I owned. It was hilarious. I was literally finding them for months.

So anyways. I wrote about the Southlanders for the groups and co-labs day.

The games were always exhausting, though the reason changed as each season went on.

Later the paranoia would start to set in. Alliances would strain. Trust would fade. For that sleep would suffer. Fights would get more frequent and severe. The threats would get bigger as people built up their gear and bases and traps.

But early in the game like this, before the Watchers really sunk their claws into them and began their manipulation, the exhaustion was just mundane new world stuff.

Grian had run back and forth across the entire map before finding a hobbled together group that would take him. Their bond formed of ridiculous puns none of them could seem to stop. They laughed and chopped down trees to build themselves a place in the southern most part of the world. If they ignored the impenetrable wall of magic locking them in, they could just pretend they wanted to be there. They could pretend they were having fun, before the reality of the game really sank in.

Here in this little bubble of time before they knew who would turn on who. Before they knew some of the people they promised now to keep alive, would be the ones to end them. In this time where the canary still sang and there was still peace, they could forget why the canary needed to sing for them at all.

And lying there, head still fairly clear for being involved in their game, Grian lay awake among his allies. There hadn’t been enough time to finish secure bases for all of them, nor enough wool for enough beds. So the five of them had settled down in a hole carved into the side of the hill.

Jimmy and Mumbo had drawn straws to share the bed, though being the two tallest of the group, there was quite a bit of lanky limbs hanging over the edge. Impulse, Martyn, and Grian were curled up on the floor nearby, the stone hastily swapped out for slightly softer dirt. Impulse was sprawled out on his back, volunteering himself to be the pillow. Martyn had his head resting on one shoulder and Grian the other. In return they cuddled close to Impulse to help fend off the chill of the night.

And despite their best efforts, and a long exhausting day of work, and somehow play, none of them were asleep. Though none of them spoke.

And Grian found himself fighting back a noise of disappointment as his thoughts dredged up a truly terrible idea. His stomach still hurt a little from how hard he’d been laughing earlier. And really he shouldn’t but his mind was on it now. And really what kind of ally would he be if he didn’t inflict some harmless suffering on his team. They were his allies too. They were supposed to share this sort of thing.

So, with a heavy sigh, “Sounds like we all have a bit of ins-aha-mnia.”

He grinned at the chorus of groans and tired, begrudging chuckles he got for it.

“I thought we we’re done with th-aha-t.” Martyn fired back anyways.

“Guys please.” Jimmy was pleading, while Mumbo was just laughing his endless stream of uncontrolled aha’s. Impulse wasn’t much better. Grian and Martyn’s heads bounced with his laughter.

“You guys are the wo-hurst.” Impulse’s accent didn’t lend itself as well to the bit, but the inflection itself was contagious and worsened by laughter and exasperation, which he carried in spades.

“I’m s-aha-rry.” Grian wiped at the tear forming in his eye. “I had to.”

“It’s n-aha-t even that funny.” Mumbo nearly wheezed. “W-aha-y is it so funny?”

“You’re not even doing it on purpose anymore are you?” Jimmy accused.

“No!” Mumbo fired back. Probably the longest sentence he could get out without laughing more and accidentally aha-ing.

“Gods why can’t I sleep.” Grian lamented. “I’m exh-aha-sted.”

“Please.” Impulse wrapped his arm around Grian and dragged him up to lay more on top of him. He held Grian hostage there, still mindful of his tightly bound wings.

“It’s your own fault this time, Birdy.” Martyn, showing extreme self restraint, skipped out on the pun opportunity. “I was nodding off.”

He brought his hand up to pet the fine feathers at the back of Grian’s head, remembering the times back on Evo together. So many of them had little tricks to get the others to sleep. It had been one of the only tools they’d had to try and keep each other from completely loosing it in the face of the Watchers meddling. So when better to use it again than there, in the Watchers’ game.

Mumbo and Jimmy were settling down again, rearranging themselves a bit. Jimmy had sprawled out across Mumbo’s chest in protest of his aha’s, but now neither of them seemed particularly inclined to re-separate. Impulse was beginning to doze off again as well, having pulled Grian and Martyn both closer to him. And Martyn relaxed as he continued massaging the feathers at the back of Grian’s head. He watched his old friend’s eye droop, as he too relaxed and quickly fell asleep.

With the last of their giggles worked out of their systems, the Southlanders drifted off into a deep dreamless sleep that matched the present peace. Temporary.

Soon enough these peaceful nights would dwindle. They’d be driven apart. They’d turn on each other. They’d fight and kill in a world made up only of friends. Friends who, for the moment, wouldn’t be. But for now,

They slept.

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Hermitaday Day 4 Favourite Alt Hermit - Scarlet Pearl!

kinda unsure whether she counts as an alt hermit but who am i to pass up an excuse to draw my favourite wet cat? ive been sorta working on a new project and here's a perfect opportunity to share some design concepts ive been working on 👀

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Hermitaday Day 3 - Tango!

one of my proudest works in a while! he's just a silly guy. very shaped, 10/10 would draw him again

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Hermitaday Day 5 - False!

bit rushed and late cause today's been a busy day but whew here's falsie! im still not quite sure where the ponytail from the old post came from but im gonna run with it now hehe

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[Image description: a rough drawing of Gem in a pink space suit, holding her helmet in her hands and smiling. End description]

Catching up on Hermit-a-Day-May! Gem has recently been slaying as an impostor in Among Us, hence the space theme.

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Hermitaday Day 2 - Grian!

pesky bird!!! 4+ years of learning how to draw wings culminated in this moment. wings are still a pain in the ass to draw.