#BIG EYES CREW

[applestruda]

Big eyes crew boatem knights au designs

[stressed-sock]

Happy holidays @sehvyn - here’s your @mcytblrholidayexchange gift!

Here’s some scrapped fairy fort art that I unfortunately lost motivation for :(

I thought you would still enjoy it though, so I’ve included it here :D

[dragonflavoredcake]

Mumbo, putting down a card: Ace of spades! Bdubs, pulling out a Yugioh card: Blue eyes white dragon! Keralis, putting down an Uno card: Plus fyra! Grian, pulling out a Pokémon card: Pikachu, I choose you! Scar, trembling: What are we playing?

[dadokid]

There's nothing but space, man..

If you know me, you know that I love Season 8 of Hermitcraft and that it was my favourite season because of the storyline. I have not felt all too well the last couple of days and used that to my advantage for a new short story about Tango and how I put a twist on his S8 ending because.. why not? :D If you want to, you can give it a read with the link attached above.

[clumsyhusky06]

we interrupt your regularly scheduled hermitblr for some big eyed cats

[soul-sand]

Inktober Day 21: Architect

ever expanding The City

[dailyhermitdoodles]

[237] big eyes tango

Remember big eyes crew?

Yeah I miss them :(

[crypticdino]

Keralis lost his owl privileges after he wore that mankini

[fromthedeskoftheminister]

Its past midnight, beta reader’s asleep, quick post unedited fic cause im proud of the last bit of writing and how i ended it, and @theminecraftbee has got Moon’s big stuff all over my dash (which great choice tbh moons big was amazing) and my brain has decided that now is in fact the time to share the.... uh.... 3rd? no wait its only the 2nd Moons Big plot bunny I had, 3rd minecraft bunny 2nd moons big bunny

So without further ado Simulated Doesn’t Mean Without Consequence - A Hermatrix/Moons Big/Season 8 Finale Fic, Unbeta’ed, Part 1 of ???? Part 2 - Coming Soon to an AO3 Series Near YOU Tango spread his fingers against the glass, his hand flexing absently as he greedily drank in the sights of his friends and family.  He couldn’t tell if the relief that he was feeling was from the simple joy that his family were all in fact alive and in, uh, various states of wellness or from the more selfish realization that he hadn’t failed in his quest to blow up the moon.  The simulation had ended quite abruptly, moments before moonfall if Tango had to guess, catapulting them back into their bodies and awareness without so much as a by your leave and it was very obvious that some of them had not handled the transition very well at all.

His eyes drifted down the line of Hermits as they all waited with varying levels of patience for the Pods to finish draining and equalize to the internal atmosphere of the Hermitheius. Bdubs was pressed up against the glass, as close as he could get to the center of the room and by default the rest of the hermits, eyes wider than normal. Their eyes met, and Bdubs’ grin nearly split his face in two even as his eyes started watering. Tango flashed him a quick smirk and a thumbs up, as his attention wandered again this time seeking out the third member of their trio. Keralis was sitting peacefully on the floor of his own pod making faces at Xb, but he offered Tango a wave of his own when he managed to catch his eye. Basemates accounted for, Tango turned his attention to the rest of his friends. From where he was already looking, it was easiest to find Zedaph, skipping over and noting a few empty pods in the process. He’d been a bit concerned for Zed, isolated as he had been for the entirety of the simulation but there was no way to tell what was going through his buddies head normally let alone know. In fact, Zed was just as he had been since Tango had woken up, back to the room and staring out the window closest to his pod into the void of space.

A soft hiss and release of pressurized air echoed through the room followed by a joyous cacophony of noise and Tango grinned to see that Bdubs’ pod had finished and had released him into the arms of a very surprised Etho, who had been hovering nearby despite having already been out of the simulation for a few weeks already. Iskall, Stress, Wels and TFC had also left the simulation early and Tango had seen all of them at one point or another when they wandered through, checking in on everyone before wandering off again. Wels had even stopped to chat when Tango had waved him down while his own pod was draining. It was hard to communicate through glass without communicators but luckily his pantomimes had been fairly easy to understand. Or at least Wels had gotten the gist of what Tango wanted to know, and had been fairly obliging in his explanation that the five of them had ended up being removed from the simulation early, for a variety of reasons and had simply opted to remain out of the simulation rather than constantly hopping back in and out again during the long trip to Season 8. He’d also had some fairly interesting stories about another projects of Iskalls that he and Stress had gotten involved during the trip. It was when Renbob had wandered through that Wels had left, to chase the hippie back to his bed because both Renbob and the Goatfather had worked themselves to exhaustion trying to make sure that Boatem had made it out, as the last group to get booted. Something about resetting respawns, sleep deprivation and the void that Tango didn’t really get a chance to question Wels on before he went of to play nurse in shining armor.

Even with the heads up, Tango would have probably been the most concerned about the members of Boatem. Pearl had swum to the top of her half-drained pod and was floating on her back, legs pressed up against the glass and watching the room upside down while giggling at random. Scar seemed entirely unperturbed and unphased as he waited for his turn, not that he was paying any attention to the rest of the group. Instead he was sitting cattywampus on the floor of his pod, legs stretched out in front of him, cooing at Jelly who was batting ineffucally at his fingers through the glass. Mumbo on the other hand was standing straight up in the dead center of his pod, nervously running his hands through his hair and avoiding all eye contact despite the fact that he couldn’t seem to stop glancing around at all the people in the room. Grian was also standing in the center of his pod, blank and expressionless, seemingly staring through everything but somehow still watching it all. It was rather eerie and reminded Tango uncomfortably of how Grian had been when he had first joined their merry band of misfits. Still! That was a problem for another time, and quite possibly another pair of hermits. Tango was going to have his hands full as it was trying to help Zed, which a quick glance showed no change over there, and Impulse.

 Out of everyone, it was Impulse who was concerning Tango the most not that he could put his finger on what exactly was sending up the alarm bells. He didn’t look worse off than anyone else in Boatem sitting as he was on the far side of his pod. His buddy was slouched slightly with his back against the glass and one arm loosely resting on a bent knee. From where he was across the room, it was impossible to make out any sort of expression on Impulse’s face but from how it rested against the glass, turned upwards and eyes closed it was probably safe to assume that there wasn’t one.

Tango frowned slightly, as he made eye contact with Jevin and gestured over at Impulse. Jevin thankfully, got the picture and after a moment put his hands together on one side of his tilted head in a pantomime of sleep. Tango let out a sigh of relief but his worry did not abate and he continued to stare. While he wanted his buddy to get some much needed rest, really Mumbo how was sleep deprivation supposed to help prevent Moon Big at all, Devs sometimes Boatem made him despair, something was still wrong. Something just… felt off. He could feel it in his bones, as Impulse would say. Still, he couldn’t put his finger on what.

Another fwissshhh of pressurized air sounded through the room. Another Hermit’s pod had finished equalizing. Probably Cub? Tango glanced over, and yep, that was definitely Cub, sharp teeth, tattered wings and overly blue eyes and all, moving as if he was expecting there to be simultaneously more and less gravity than there actually was. That was certainly interesting. Hadn’t Cub also attempted to escape Moonfall by going to space? Thoughts wandering, Tango jumped when his gaze returned to Impulse only to find one cracked eye blearily peering at him. Tango couldn’t help himself as he threw his arms up and cheered. “IMPULSE! Hey! There you are!”

There was no response, not that Tango had expected one. He knew Impulse wouldn’t be able to hear him but still a wave or something would have been nice. His arms fell as Impulse continued to stare, not at him, but through him before the heavily lidded eyelid slid shut. “Impy?” Tango said aloud, and both eyes opened this time. Had he not been so worried, Tango would have lost it laughing. Trust Impulse’s hatred of that nickname to cause a reaction even when the other couldn’t hear it. Tango didn’t relish the hilarity of that for very long however, as Impulse’s head dropped ever so slightly, the lights of the room hitting at exactly the right angle for him to catch an unobstructed view of eyeshine from not normally yellow glassy eyes.

Oh.

That. That was bad.

That was so very very bad. “Impy?” he tried again. One eye closed, followed by the other before opening again, one after the other in a strange facsimile of a blink. That was weird, even by his standards and the feeling that something was wrong only grew. But Hey! He definitely, somehow, had Impulse’s attention. Because that? That was a response. It had to be. Tango watched as Impulse blinked, once more, this time a lot closer together and looking a lot more like normal. Progress! “C’mon Impy!” Tango crooned. He’d take Impulse being annoyed with him if he could actually get a coherent response. “Up an attem buddy! You can do it!”

Impulse could not in fact do it, and Tango watched in horror as Impulse’s eyes closed and he listed sideways, sliding down the glass and smashing his face on the floor of his pod. 

And       Tango’s                    vision                              goes                                       WHITE

[nekodere07]

I animated the Big Eyes Crew!

I tweaked one of my previous fanart to sample them for my Carrd :D

[sunny-and-vicious]

So. I was a part of local hermitzine last year, and now I can finally share with you my artwork

It was a very fun experience. I love hermitcraft, and i whatched tango and bdubs before, so big eye crew was a perfect group for me to represent on the pages of this fanzine. I had a chance to work with a bunch of great artists whose art impressed me so much. And I finally tried something new with my own style. I really put down a lot of work and dedication into this (135 hours on timelaps). Even though I feel like right now I can do better, it was the peak of my abilities at that time. I'm very glad I've been a part of this thing, and I certainly want to try again.

[sentientstump]

Could you draw a Tango of the Tek variety maybe? (Maybe with a Bdubs, as well)

28. Greetings BoatEm, please say hello to Mr. Pew Pew ー the free falling eyeball of peace.

from this post

[itsthislake]

“Near the End of April”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUFFY!!

Poem by William Stanley Braithwaite (1878 – 1962)

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(click to see details! zoom in on the strawhats!)

[dragonflavoredcake]

Bdubs: HEY! HEY! Keralis, whispering: Shushshushshush! Tango is asleep! Bdubs, whispering: Sorry. Keralis: What did you need? Bdubs, whispering: There's a fire.

[ghostyclay]

Forgive me I beg for the plea from this one who cannot art for something very specific but if you would be very kind as to fulfill this mental image I have had for forever but have very rarely seen can we maybe perhaps have a long haired Keralis?

I KNOW ITS A WEIRD TAKE BUT

I HAVE ALWAYS JUST IMAGINED HIS CHARACTER WITH LONG HAIR ESPECIALLY THE LUMBERJACK SKIN

If you even consider this I will be so happy thank you thank you 💖💖💖

There u go!!! Sorry it took so long lmfao, hope u like it :D

!!HERMIT/TRAFFIC ART RQ OPEN!!

(Also, i might switch to trad art for a while instead of digital cause my migraines have been getting a bit worse and I'm trying to avoid screens as much as possible)

[iocity]

One of the things I love about One Piece is their depiction of pain. Even for Luffy. There are time when he is hit and he writhes and screams. There are times when he doesn’t, and he is stoic. It’s a really valuable lesson that feeling pain deeply is, at times, just as noble as concealing it. No matter how strong a character is, sometimes they writhe and scream and cry. Sometimes they fail miserably and feel as if their world is out of their control. It shows that even the strongest characters experience pain in the most excruciating of ways. I always was really affected by that, because despite how much pain a a straw hat is in, they get back up. When things look the worst, they come back stronger than ever to conquer it. It makes them so much more human to me.

I also like the concept that Luffy isn’t as used to pain as the others and has a lower tolerance. He has been a rubber man since he was a child, so he doesn’t really get cuts and scratches or broken bones. He never got to build up that tolerance. It makes the scene where he takes a beating for Ace and Sabo even more significant and emotional because this kid who sees pain as a concept that is somewhat foreign is willing to take amounts of pain that even regular adults couldn’t bear. I’m sure his tolerance has been building since the start of the show, but I genuinely think it’s something to consider. This kid who is virtually indestructible, who is relatively hard to hurt, and who is relatively unconditioned to being uncomfortable in his body (like being sore or pulling a muscle) and hurting, is constantly taking a crazy ass beating for those he loves, but also those he barely even knows. Pain is significant to him, yes, but he is willing to put all of his suffering aside for the sake of people who have done right by him. Whether it be saving his life in Alabasta, or buying him a few lunches with their last few cents in Dressrosa; he will always suffer greatly in order to do right by the people he values.