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this wip has been sitting in my folder since the beginning of the season, and i think it'd be a waste if it stayed there forever
maybe i'll update it some day! but right now i'm so busy with life i'm breathless and barely have the energy to draw
hope you guys enjoy nonetheless!
template by: @doodlingdilemma
PURGATORY 2.2
the-mcyt-crackships-brackets/mcytshipsandmore
Polyhermits | All the hermits*
*BdoubleO100/Cubfan135/Docm77/Ethoslab/Falsesymmetry/Geminitay/Goodtimewithscar/Grian/Hypnotzd/Ijevin/Impulsesv/JoeHills/Keralis/MumboJumbo/Pearlescentmoon/Rendog/Skizzleman/Smallishbeans/Tangotek/TinFoilChef/VintageBeef/XBcrafted/Welsknight/Sheswami/Zedaph/Zombiecleo
07
"It's the same wavelength."
"Bullshit," Hypno says automatically, eyes wide. "Really?"
"Really." Tango pushes up his glasses and stares down at his tektech, who blinks big lamplike eyes back at him. "Go on, generate something."
Hypno shrugs and holds up his hand, summoning up the purple energy that forms his projections into the reliable bone gauntlet.
To his horror, and Tango's delight, the tektech turns towards the energy source, makes its 'homing in on papa' noise, and hops off its little stool to make its way over to the pale-faced villain.
On the sidelines of the makeshift gym, enjoying his sports drink and surrounded by pieces of tektechs, Wels laughs. "It thinks you're its mama!"
"THIS is why it followed me back?!" Hypno asks, aghast, as the tektech in front of him waits patiently for instruction. "It thought I was you?!"
"Seems like it!" Tango can't keep from chuckling as he jogs over. "The tektechs have a sensificating system based on the frequency of my metasignal. Yours must be similar enough that it feels like me!"
"But this has NEVER happened before! Ever!"
"I mean how often have we brawled?" Tango points out, scooping up his little creation. "I battle your boyfriend more often."
"And even then," Wels says, "I'm only ever making swords. I don't have the same range as you."
"What does range have to do with it?" Hypno demands.
"Signal strength, maybe?" Tango says. "The more you can do with your energy, the broader your field, so to speak. Didn't they teach you any of this?"
Hypno shrugs and lets his gauntlet dissolve to nothing. "Enough to get me into trouble. Sometimes even enough to get me out!"
"Hypno is a jump first ask questions later kinda guy," Wels says.
Tango snorts. "So you're Scar and Grian on the other side."
"Hey," Wels says, affronted, and Hypno laughs. "I don't shoot people in the back."
"That was one time," Tango says as he puts his tektech down with the other three that survived the battle with Wels and begins gathering up the scrap.
Wels stoops to help him and Hypno comes over as well, manifesting a purple broom and dustpan to sweep up the smallest bits as he says, "He's a vicious little birdy."
"He can be. I'd argue Scar can be, too."
"What about Singularity?" Hypno asks suddenly. "He always seems cool as a cucumber."
"Impulse?" Tango looks thoughtful. "..Impulse can be anxious. A bit controlling. I mean, look at what he can do. Sometimes we'll be in the middle of something and he looks at me and I know I screwed up somewhere and we're doing this over again, and I don't know how many times I've screwed it up before. That can be exhausting."
"I just bet," Wels says. "All we have to worry about is whether Doc decides to be petty about something that causes trouble for all of us, although that's tapered off in the past few years."
"Thank whatever for that," Tango mutters. "Hang on I got a sharps bag for these bigger bits." He produces the bag and they begin loading the parts.
"Does this bother you?" Wels asks. "I mean, putting all the bits in a bag like this. They're- well not alive, but."
"They aren't really alive," Tango says, "but they're close enough. I try to think of this as, like, them upgrading, or I'd lose my mind." He smiles and it's not a happy one. "I've been spoken to about humanizing my machines too much."
Hypno snorts. "I just had one assume I was you. Maybe they aren't sentient the way people are, but they sure seem alive."
"Yeah, but they also have to be expendable," Tango says. "If it's a choice between making a Tektech disarm a bomb and get explodificated or sending in a real person, I'm sending the tektech."
"Fine line to walk," Wels acknowledges as he gets the last of the bigger pieces into the sharps bag. Tango nods, looking drooped- even his little metal shards are slumped. "Its how the Teknician does his job," he says, "but I don't like it."
"It's never going to be the same, is it?" Wels asks suddenly, and the other two look at him. "I mean, look at this." He gestures at the gym. "We just spent two hours training together. We're talking shop. This.."
He looks down at his hands and then back up at Hypno and Tango. "Regardless of how this plays out," he says, "we've just made everything so complicated."
"Yeah," Tango agrees, "but it was always complicated. We just ignored it."
"Stupid decision, really." Hypno says.
"Well, yes," Tango agrees, "but that saying about trees, you know. Best time to plant?"
"Twenty years ago, or now." Wels says. "You're right." He rolls his neck. "Okay. I'm gonna go get us some water. Hypno, you should ask Tango about adoption papers, since you're the new mom."
"Absolutely I'll have junior registered for kindergarten by tomorrow afternoon."
"I'll be sure to give him a little purple chassis," Tango says, and the three men laugh. It's a warm, somewhat diquieting sound, but it echoes up the hallways of the warren of tunnels beneath the Angel Heart.
In a certain corridor making sure things are in order, Gordon House hears that laughter, and as he walks fearlessly through the dark he cannot help but smile.
Step 3. Reconnect with siblings
November 1 24
November 9 24
June 15 25
Today as it look like I am doing things just for the shit and giggles
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7
Hermitcraft sensor head cannons p1
// swear sensors//
Impulse- skizz saying leather boots or the classic “dangit” clip
Tango- anvil drop noise or a ghast cry
Zed- sheep bleat or baby crying
Bdubs- pm almost never swears, but if he does it’s the sound of a explosion since it’s usually everyone’s reaction to him swearing
Keralis- car horn
Doc- goat screm
Ren- howling
Xisuma- metal guitar noises
Wels- dragon roar or a lion roar
Grian- SUPER RARE to hear it but its because it’s super loud. It’s a cicada with a megaphone pm.
Mumbo- piston
Jevin- snowball being thrown
Cleo- doesn’t have one so she has to be more cautious with the hermits
Joe- classic sensor sound
Hypno- Pokémon noise
Beef- bull
Tfc- pickaxe noises
Hermitblr I beseech thee:
What animal onesie would these lads/lasses wear?
Joe
Hypno
Keralis
Iskall
Tfc
False
Beef
Cleo
Cub
Wels
Stress
Roo, I am sending good vibes and bestowing upon you a question: Which of your Skizz's are the most likely to end up in a poofy ballgown style dress or wedding dress? Why does that skizz end up that way?
"I mean it doesn't look bad!" "LESS TALKING MORE RUNNING HYPNO!"
Skizz does an admirable job jumping the fence, considering the metric fuckton of warm pink taffeta currently swathing his legs. Behind them, the manor house- now lit up from within by flashlights, floodlights, and yelling men- is beginning to burn. "I'm just saying." his companion pants beside him, miasmic purple eye open on his forehead and shadowy doubles of them both peeling off of him to run in all directions, "if we HAD to dress you up for a REAL wedding we could do it!"
"Don't patronize me," Skizz pants, pausing on the gravel. "Shit there's dogs this way-" he makes an about face. "Ren is CLEARLY a fall and I am a winter, this is clashing."
It is also about a size and a half too small, straining across Skizz's chest and shoulders. Damn it he hates having to do body-only switching.
"Really?" Hypno gestures and two more doubles of himself and the man in the mile-wide dress take off across the gravel pathway. He reaches into the bag on his shoulder and slams down one of the carefully stitched balls of cayenne pepper before rushing after Skizz. "It looks good to me!" "That's because we're OUTSIDE at ONE AM," Skizz says. "Fuck fuck fuck where's the- there it is. Hypno HAND!" Hypno reaches out without question and Skizz grabs his hand. There is the momentary nausea-inducing jerk of displacement before he finds himself in front of one of the many ATVs that litter the estate. "How far off were we?" "Not far enough," Skizz says, pausing and ripping the bustle off the dress. He leaves it in the dirt as Hypno drops a GOAT fritzer onto the back of the ATV. Skizz shoves himself into the driver's seat and Hypno throws himself into the passenger side as the shouts of confused guards raise distantly in the woods. They can see that the house is well and truely on fire now. Skizz slams the vehicle into drive and they tear off into the night. Hypno looks over his shoulder. "Where'd you send Ren?" He asks. "Out the back." "Cool. So, you think he's doing okay in your work gear or?" "As long as he doesn't stab himself on my knives or lose my lucky socks we'll be fine. Or we would be if I could- fucking A buddy could you help me out?" Hypno, obligingly, tears the sleeve off of Skizz's right arm. "THANK you." "Of course! Good luck to help a bride on her wedding day." Skizz snorts and turns onto the logging road they'd used to get in. "How's that go, something old, something new, something shiny that don't belong to you?"
"Close enough. You keeping the dress?"
"Of course I'm keeping the dress." A pause. "And the lace shit I think this might be french Ren has good taste."
"Please don't say anything else."
"Spoilsport."
