#hermit tree project

[hermit-tree-project]

The HTP 2024 has arrived!

Thank you to everyone who took part in this project this year, we really hope to see you next year too!

Have a wonderful holiday season and a happy new year!

[Organiser]: @yki-dolls

[Mods]:

@clueless-carrot

@Pmiercedrawsoccasionally

[Participants]:

@29snails

@acheykai

@acolorboom

@bearbythebench

@a-seafox

@beeisnotdead

@ari-ana-grian-de

@bitter-honey-with-tea

@pal-blue--ash

@calcium-rods

@dailygtwscar

@jayisgayandtrans

@deadseas

@dentyy1

@drawingaliensketches

@false-lemons

@flareyn

@fitzs-space

@floriscow

@frostnova321

@interdimensional-syndicate

@illprocrastinato

@iicarusea

@inedibleteff

@izelthewashbear

@javaaddiction

@lunaticmocha

@marshyjaye

@corrundumcat

@ringnea

@sparklebeamx

@sac-works

@star01134

@stressed-sock

@totally-ethanwinters

@thetwistedwhiskersshow

@vg-art-blog

@viky-somebody

@deepfriedcowboy

@kanaroli

And of course, our participants who do not have/wish to share their tumblrs!

This post can also be found on Instagram!

[interdimensional-syndicate]

IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN

I want to thank @yki-dolls for hosting @hermit-tree-project , which has become a tradition I look forward to every year!

This year, the hermits I've done are

🤡 Xisuma 🤡

⛵️ GeminiTay ⛵️

🏯 SmallishBeans 🏯

📮 PearlescentMoon 📮

IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN

I want to thank @yki.dolls for hosting @hermittreeproject , which has become a tradition I look forward to every year!

I can't wait for HTP 2025, Merry Christmas everyone!

[dionysianivy]

January Magic Correspondences

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January is a month of new beginnings, a time to set intentions and welcome the fresh energy of the new year. It's a time of renewal, reflection, and planning for the journey ahead. This month is about honoring the transition from the old year to the new, letting go of what no longer serves us, and focusing on the goals and desires you want to manifest in the coming months. January is also the month dedicated to Janus, the Roman god of transitions, beginnings, and endings. He stands at the threshold, looking both to the past and the future, offering guidance as we move through change and growth. As the keeper of doors and gates, Janus helps us cross into new phases of life, making this the perfect time to reflect on what we want to leave behind and what we want to invite in. I think it's a great time to take advantage of the energy of the month by setting clear intentions, practicing gratitude, and creating space for both rest and action as we prepare for the journey ahead.

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Celebrations:

New Year’s Day – January 1

Planets:

Saturn, Uranus, Neptune

Flowers:

Crocus, Snowdrops, Angelica

Herbs/Plants:

Marjoram, Thyme, Pine Cones, Holly, Thistle, Sage, Juniper

Tarot Cards:

The Fool, The World, The Hermit

Fruits:

Apples, Pomegranates, Oranges

Vegetables:

Turnips, Potatoes, Onions

Deities:

Janus, Freyja, Cailleach, Hecate, Inanna, Hera, Pax, Venus, Saturn, Hestia, the Camenae, Sarasvati, Chang’o

Colors:

White, Blue, Black, Gray, Silver, Purple

Runes:

Berkana, Eihwaz, Isa, Perthro, Sowilo, Uruz

Crystals:

Garnet, Onyx, Rose Quartz, Amethyst, Blue Lace Agate, Snow Obsidian, Moonstone, Labradorite

Animals:

Bear, Fox, Snow Owl, Wolf, Snow Goose, Blue Jay, Coyote, Pheasants, Ox

Trees:

Birch, Rowan, Pine, Cedar

Symbols:

Snowflakes, Owls, Snow, Ice, Wolf, Apples, Stars, Evergreen Wreaths, Keys

Magical Powers:

New beginnings, transitions, connection to the higher self, removing negativity, blocking negative energy, manifestation, protection, purification, rebirth of the light, shadow work, setting new goals, introspection, correcting mistakes, reflection, spiritual growth

ACTIVITIES TO DO

❄ now that the new year has started, set goals and dreams you want to accomplish this year

❄ collect snow to make snow water

❄ do yoga and meditation

❄ start learning more about different topics, especially related to witchcraft

❄ connect with nature

❄ collect pine cones and place them on your altar

❄ make puzzles

❄ start new projects

❄ perform spells for new beginnings

❄ create vision boards for what you want to attract this year

❄ connect with winter deities

❄ read the books you never finished

❄ rest and stay cozy by the fireplace

❄ drink lots of tea, cocoa, or mulled wine

❄ bake biscuits or gingerbread

❄ go ice skating

❄ spend time in the snow

❄ release what no longer serves you

❄ celebrate Handel Monday

❄ start a journal

❄ prepare for Imbolc or Candlemas

❄ burn bay leaves to make your wishes come true

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gifs from pinterest

tipjar☃️

[oddly-specific-hermit-headcanons]

Grian does crochet when he gets stressed. Sometimes it's useful stuff like hats, gloves, scarves, and sometimes it's The Long Boi.

The Long Boi started off as being a scarf. It was Grian's first ever crochet project he attempted, back in the Evo days, so it was a little strange, and he ran out of wool so he changed colour halfway through, and then he never finished it.

As in, he didn't putting it down one day and then never pick it up, he just always continued making it. It was just never quite complete yet. Slowly, it gained notoriety among the hermits, and Grian named it 'The Long Boi'.

On last measurement, it stretched from Scar's fire tree to Gem's lighthouse.

Some sections of The Long Boi are specifically themed. Somewhere in it, Grian once crocheted his own face. Sometimes it's the perfect place to put that awkward amount of remaining wool. One winter he got every single hermit to wear The Long Boi at once. Unfortunately, Zedaph tripped over in it and got every hermit tangled up and it took about an hour to free them all.

Grian still says he's going to finish it one day, but he never will.

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[listentothelittlebird]

so I have been avidly following the lovely dbhc au that @shepscapades has made and I have made a little drabble fanfic of Doc and Xisuma because I feel very normal about them :)

setting: hermitcraft season 10, while Doc is in skyblock jail

word count: 1361

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Doc is grumbling to himself, ramming his fist into the newly-sprouted tree with not an insignificant amount of prejudice, when he hears the distinct whistling of fireworks crescendoing towards him.

“Have you come to watch me punch wood like an imbecile?” Doc snarks, expecting to hear Scar’s fumbling denials, or Cleo’s cackling assent.

“That wasn’t the plan, no.” The quietly amused voice is far from his first prediction. An oversight on his part, really.

[Vocal Recognition: Xisumavoid.]

“Xisuma!” Doc’s next punch misses the trunk of the cherry blossom tree, glancing off the side and chipping off the bark instead. He blinks away the vocal recognition pop-up, glancing behind him just to check it really is him and not Tango with a goat horn. “Hey, man!”

“Hey! You’ve been busy.” Xisuma’s boots scuff against the cobblestone as he inspects the progress of his miserable sky island. A shulker box thunks onto the stone, freeing his hands up to brush against the cherry wood planks.

“Hardly anything else to do besides work.” Doc throws the words over his shoulder as he continues to gather his cherry wood, not one to leave a project half-done. 

His visitor is content to hum and haw at whatever he finds as Doc works away. It has only been a few days, but the one-sided commentary is surprisingly comforting. After all, no touching the ground means no redstone, which also means no time in the lab. The thought has Doc speaking up, slipping between Xisuma’s quips.

“It’s not been too busy, yeah?” Doc clambers onto the tree as he plucks off the highest branches. He pauses to flick open a calendar overlay, skimming the dates. “Nobody’s scheduled for maintenance checks until next month.” 

“It’s been alright.” The fuzzy wolf-shaped wool mask pops into view as Xisuma emerges from Doc’s pink abode. “Been a bit too quiet, even. It’s weird not having you around.”

Doc snorts to hide the way his thirium pump hiccups at the words. Logically, he knows the sound is far too soft for Xisuma to hear. Having emotions, Doc has found, is hardly ever logical.

“So you came over ‘cause you missed me?” The words are out before Doc can even try to edit the response. It instills in him the same kind of floundering exasperation he feels when trying to recall a comms message already seen by everyone.

“Well.” When Xisuma ducks his head, one ear of the knitted wolf flops to the side. “I mean. I suppose so.”

[Emotion Identified: Shyness.]

“But I did come with an agenda!” Xisuma reaches for the shulker behind him, pulling out a mobile scanner from the lab.

“You’re right about having no maintenance checks on the schedule,” Xisuma says, waving around the scanner. “With you out here roughing it out, though, I figured I should check on you.”

“Ah.” Doc chuckles, ignores his cooling vents spinning faster. “I see.”

“Well, don’t keep me waiting! You look about done with your tree.” 

“I am, I think.” Doc squints through the already-thinning leaves, nodding when he finds no branches left. “Alright, one moment.”

Dismantling the remains of the trunk takes only a few seconds. Doc gathers the wood and plonks them into the chest in his shabby house, with Xisuma trailing behind. 

With two people inside, it only reminds Doc how small the shelter is. Turning around after closing his chest puts him directly in Xisuma’s space.

“So, uh.” Doc shifts back, as much as he can. He ends up plopping down on the edge of his bed, which, well. “Go ahead, then.” 

A check-up does not require much space, really. Doc has done maintenance with the hermits in caves, in redstone farms, in underwater bases and nether bases. This is just the first time Doc himself has been examined outside of the yawning expanse of their labs. The change in routine leaves him uncertain, like recalibrating on angled terrain. 

The ease that Xisuma slips into the motions does well to settle Doc’s stress, however mild. The mobile scanner takes a while to gather results, so Doc answers Xisuma’s laundry list of questions. The list of questions is one curated by both Doc and Xisuma. Most of it is data, which Doc rattles off easily from the numbers that he pulls up in the corner of his vision.

The mobile scanner beeps cheerfully just as they reach the end of the lengthy questionnaire.

“Clean bill of health.” Xisuma shows Doc the display, which focuses less on internal processes and more on external damage or abnormalities. “Although, your average temperature is a bit lower than your usual.”

Doc shrugs. “It’s the altitude, man. Going from spending significant amounts of my time in the deserts and swamps to this is quite the change. Not to mention the wind chill.” 

As if to prove his point, a gust hits the shelter hard enough to make the planks rattle and creak. With no door, the icy breeze rushes in quickly. He tucks his metal arm into his lab coat with a sigh, the exposed components always prone to freezing the fastest.

“It’s not that bad,” Doc states flippantly, knowing without looking that Xisuma is taking in his every move. “I’m working most of the time, which keeps me warm. Plus I have my lava pool to sit beside when I need to warm up.”

“If you say so.” Xisuma shifts, leaning against his crafting bench. “The moment you start to experience temperature glitches, though, call this off. The rest will understand.”

“I know, I know.” This is all in good fun, when it comes down to it. He plays along for his own amusement. “I’ll be fine, Xisuma. I know how to take care of myself.”

“That you do.” Xisuma nods, then, with an “ah” of realisation, pulls his wolf mask off his helmet. 

“Here!” It only takes a step for Xisuma to be back in Doc’s space, pulling the wool over Doc’s head before he can react. 

“Uhm.” The mask is large enough that it goes over his horns easily, fitting loosely around his face. He has to lift and adjust it slightly to get his eyes back through the openings. “What?”

“To keep you warm!” Xisuma draws back again, settling against the crafting bench and tapping his heel against its side. “I mean, even over my helmet, it sure retains the heat. I know it doesn’t quite help with your metal arm, but it’ll at least warm up your horns and face.”

Doc does feel warmer, in fact. Though that is not necessarily correlated with the wool mask itself, and more the action of gifting it to him.

“But it’s your mask,” Doc replies, a flimsy rebuttal. “For your Woolves of Wool Street.”

“I have spares,” Xisuma chimes, eyes squinting happily through his helmet. “I’m sure the others won’t mind if you’re wearing it. Take it as a souvenir, of sorts.”

“Right.” Doc reaches a hand up to the wool. The material is soft, slightly worn from use. It smells a bit like Xisuma’s armour, the polish that he uses to clean it at the end of the day. “Thanks.”

“No problem, Doc.” 

Xisuma’s communicator chimes. A quick look has Xisuma turning back to Doc with an apologetic sigh. “Sorry, I’ve got to go. I’ll come back soon, though, if you don’t mind?”

“Come back anytime,” Doc replies. He tries to reel it towards comedy with a gesture to his surroundings, his meager belongings. “You won’t be interrupting anything.”

The dry quip draws out a laugh from Xisuma, even as he gathers his shulker and activates his elytra.

“See you, Doc!” Xisuma waves from the edge of the cobblestone, then nosedives away, a rocket propelling him rapidly out of sight. 

Doc takes a moment to watch the clouds, then laughs at himself. Did he not poke fun at Tango last season, when he stared longingly at the portal Jimmy left the server with? Now look at him.  

He draws a hand up to the wolf mask, rubbing the soft knitting between his fingers, and decides that Tango absolutely cannot see him wearing this.

He can keep it on for now, though.

[hermitscratch]

Joel & Etho - 21, for the writing ? :3

Send me a pairing + a number! || Accepting

21. A kiss to shut them up, Joel/Etho, 957 words

[ Inspired in part by this lovely artwork by @plumadot ! ]

"So I've got a theory," Joel started.

It was a nice day; temperate in a way that heralded the approaching warm season. A lot of hermits were taking advantage of it to check the things off their to-do lists that weren't easily done in cold or wet weather. Etho had broken off from the others for just that purpose, but as soon as he mentioned needing coral, Joel invited himself along.

Which meant a return to form in the shape of them, once again, sharing a boat.

"Do I have to listen to your theory?" Etho asked. The answer didn't matter much when he was a captive audience, but their conversations up until this point had been general, casual nonsense. How they spent their morning, how they liked their steak cooked, what ore they'd most be willing to eat. Time killers at worst, amusement at best.

Joel scoffed. "Don't act like you don't want to know what I'm thinking," Etho felt an elbow land against his ribs without any real force. It might have been rougher, if they weren't currently faced away from each other. Joel liked watching the wake the boat left behind, so they were pressed back-to-back. "It's about your obsession."

"My obsession? Don't you mean yours?" He retorted. Joel snorted, and Etho could imagine the smug grin that'd be accompanying it.

"This projection is getting embarrassing, Etho," Joel said with thinly veiled glee.

Etho rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. Just tell me about your theory," He said through a chuckle.

From behind him, Joel wiggled like he was trying to look over his shoulder. The boat rocked hard to the left, and Joel stilled before crowing, "I knew you wanted to know!"

Etho stopped rowing to peer over the boat's edge. The ocean here was deep, illuminated only faintly by magma pockets and the occasional rogue glow squid. They'd made a lot of headway, but there was still a ways to go to reach an untouched reef. "I wonder if I could swim back to shore from here..."

"I'll push you overboard myself if you don't let me get a blummin' word out," Joel griped, even as he fisted a hand in the back of Etho's shirt. It wouldn't do much if Etho decided to move, but the idea that Joel might want him to stay was more than enough for Etho to do so.

Not that Etho would ever tell him that; his ex-soulmate's ego was big enough.

"You're the one stopping, though?" Etho answered, rebalancing the boat and adjusting the oars to continue rowing. Joel's inhale was audible, and before he could argue, Etho urged, "Let's hear your theory."

Joel crossed his arms with a huff. Etho grinned. Joel was probably pouting and everything. "D'you remember what Gem said this morning?"

"Hmm," Etho had to think the question through. They'd been hanging out with Gem, Impulse, and Scar that morning, a lot of things were said. "Mmmmaybe?"

After a few minutes of fruitless sifting through snippets of conversation that Joel might have found noteworthy, he threw Etho a bone. "When we were arguing about who built a better cherry tree, still me by the way, she said-"

Ah. "'Just kiss already', or something?" Etho offered.

Joel clapped once, "Exactly."

Etho laughed, pitching his voice up in a mockery of Joel's, "Oh no, I'm not obsessed, I'm just chasing him making smoochy sounds and thinking a lot about Gem telling us to kiss-"

"That first thing was literally your fault!" Joel argued, "And I'm not thinking about it, alright? There's nothing to think about, it's just a thing that is!"

"What is?"

Joel seemed to shrink, curling forward so their backs were no longer touching. "If we kissed, the world would sorta collapse, wouldn't it?"

Etho stopped so abruptly that he almost dropped an oar. What? "Uh. No?"

"Of course you'd say so, it's stupid how bad you wanna kiss me," Joel scoffed. The turn in conversation was so jarring that Etho didn't even argue the point about wanting to kiss Joel. "But the stir it'd cause would be massive. Gem would explode. Bdubs would probably explode, maybe Grian? Scar and Skizz, definitely, we'd never hear the end of it."

Etho locked the oars and turned around in his seat. If Joel noticed, he gave no indication, plowing relentlessly forward as if he'd realized there was no going back now that he'd started. Etho recognized that habit from their time together in Double Life- an anxious Joel with no other outlet would ramble himself breathless.

"Your mask as well," Joel continued, "Nobody's seen you without it-"

Etho tugged his mask down.

"-that's probably grounds for server obliteration in itself-"

He put a hand on Joel's shoulder.

"-if the first time anybody saw your face was for a kiss like that, then-"

He turned Joel to face him.

And before Joel could say another word, Etho kissed him.

Silence. Bliss. Etho's lips were dry from the mask, and he kept the press of them soft until he felt Joel's stiff body melt, meeting Etho's lean halfway. He tilted his head, and he could feel the flutter of long lashes against his face as Joel's eyes shut. The world kept turning, and Etho let it, stealing a moment just for them.

It only ended when Etho pulled away, leaving a dazed Joel to process what had just happened. Etho didn't bother putting his mask back up when he grinned. "Still alive?"

"Wh- y-?" Joel floundered. Etho chuckled, and Joel scowled, even as a dusty blush painted his cheeks pink. Even as he turned to face Etho properly, dropping his head against Etho's shoulder. Even as Etho felt lips against his racing pulse.

"Oh, shut up, Etho."

[ringnea]

Merry CHRISTMAS/HAppy HOLIDAYs!!! Bet you didn't think you'd see me again lol. I hope to post once a day till the end of the year, so I hope you all are ready.

These are my ornaments for the @hermit-tree-project for both the main tree and Skizz's tree.

[a-suspicious-number-of-ducks]

Hermit-a-Day May, day 12: Pearl + wallpaper collage (wip)

[Image ID: a photo of art of Minecraft YouTuber Pearlescentmoon made out of cut pieces of colored and textured paper. Pearl is wearing her postmaster outfit: white high top shoes with black soles; maroon pants; a white short-sleeved button-up shirt with gold buttons and teal sleeve cuffs; and a classic mail carrier hat in white with a black brim, a teal band, and a gold oval in the center representing an insignia. She is also wearing an overstuffed messenger bag with letters poking out of the flap. With her right hand, Pearl is saluting; her left arm is missing below the cuff of her sleeve. One of her blue eyes is open, while the other is shut in a wink. She has large homing pigeon wings flared behind her; the wings are largely gray with black tips on the primaries and secondaries (the big, long feathers at the bottom) and white coverts (the little feathers at the top). The art is lying on a background of different sheets of paper--two shades of tan with subtle silhouettes of trees in a lighter color, as well as plain white. In places that the paper does not cover, the grid of a cutting mat can be seen. ./End ID]

Today's style/medium is wallpaper collage! I don't... actually know if this is a real, established art thing? I've never seen anyone else do something quite like this? But once when I was a tiny baby child, I walked into Sherwin Williams with my mom to look at paint for our house and walked out with a ton of books of wallpaper samples that they were getting rid of. I said I would make art with them... and then I proceeded to not get around to making art with them for at least twelve years. Every time my parents suggested I get rid of them, I would insist that I was going to use them eventually. Last year was my first year doing HADM, and I decided the wallpaper books were finally going to be used... and then I proceeded to work on that Pearl art for about three days straight before realizing I could not, in fact, finish it in time. But I'd used the books! I was justified in having kept them for all that time!

Fast forward to this year, and I dusted off the half-finished collage project and started again. And I still didn't finish it in time. You may have noticed from the photo that her left arm is missing, for instance. This year, however, I decided to post what I've got so far, since it's almost finished. Maybe by next year (but hopefully much sooner), I'll have the finished version to show y'all! I'll list and discuss all my references then, but for now, there's an extra photo under the cut.

[Image ID: Another photo of the same art as before, but from closer up. The framing is vertical and focuses on Pearl's torso and face. The photo is taken from a low angle to show the textures and layers of the paper. ./End ID]

[stressed-sock]

my ornaments for the @hermit-tree-project!!

make sure to check out everyone else’s amazing art :D

[maybefae]

Week Ahead: 11/11-11/17/2024

Pile 1 - Pile 2 - Pile 3

Remember, this is a general reading and it may not resonate for everyone or completely. Tarot is a tool to help guide but you are responsible for your actions and life, you choose your path.

Tips!

Pile 1

Tarot: The Hanged Man (Sacrifice), The Star (The Veil), Eight of Swords, Queen of Pentacles, The Fool (Death), Three of Cups, The Hermit (The Cosmic Tree), Strength (The Orbs)

Oracle: The Pathless, The Priest

Hello, my loves. Has the past week been a little tiring? Overwhelming? This week probably won’t be as crazy but there is a feeling of numbness. Maybe just lost. It feels as if you are just floating through time and space at the moment because of uncertainty towards the future. You’ve been thrust into a whole new chapter without any preparation and without any knowledge of it happening. And now, it feels like you have to sacrifice the past in someway, or it was sacrificed for you. You were grabbed by the arms and yanked away from the past. 

I believe that your only symbol of hope at the moment are your friends. The ones closest to you or at least a community. They are the only ones grounding you to reality. 

If you need to stay to yourself, enter hermit mode, for a little but until there’s a little clarity, it’s okay to do so. Just don’t let yourself be a hermit forever because that will cause more isolation and a feeling of being lost than you already have. 

You’re working very hard and I think you can only trust yourself with that at the moment. Maybe it’s for a distraction for a little bit, maybe it’s for future comfort. But you’re persevering. You’re being very strong despite the uncertainty. And maybe this is just what you have to do right now to navigate a lack of direction. Follow your instincts because they will never lead you astray. I think you’re doing the right thing at the moment, if you needed that comfort. 

Take things slow, one step at a time. And divulge in something you love to do. Self-care in any form will be good.

Pile 2

Tarot: Page of Swords, Three of Pentacles, Ace of Swords, Ten of Cups, Six of Cups, Page of Wands, Four of Wands, Ace of Pentacles, Six of Swords, Eight of Pentacles 

Oracle: The Champion, The Adventurer, The Spymaster

Before I pulled any cards, I heard, “It’s gonna be okay.” It was in a very warm and comforting female voice. It’s like a mother, in her purest form, comforting you. 

There is a lot of messages happening at once but I was being very organized when getting the cards out. I heard “keep your cards close” and “ducks in a row.” There could be a level of secrecy with something you’re organizing. And I think you are organizing this project with others/friends.

Now I heard, “loudmouth.” You’re being vocal about something and it feels like you feel an obligation to lead something. And this could be revolving around taking care of others in a time of need. I’m getting the sense of building a strong foundation and community. A safe haven. This could be people with a like-mindedness to you. I’m getting a vision of Woodstock ‘69 where people were taking care of each other and there was a kitchen where people from outside brought food to help when things got a little dire at the festival. You could be the one at the beginning saying it’s gonna be okay.

Back to the project you’re organizing. You could be getting a bunch of friends together so you all can live under one roof, save money. I don’t know there’s a big focus on help and community and minimizing a struggle here. You’re working really hard at it and trying anything you can to make things work. 

Pile 3

Tarot: Ace of Swords, Six of Wands, Two of Pentacles, Five of Wands, Knight of Pentacles, Queen of Cups, Ace of Pentacles, Seven of Pentacles, Four of Wands (reversed), King of Swords(back of deck)

Oracle: The Wise One, The Sentinel, The Assassin

I just want to say that your pile confused me the most. I also Wanna say that you are gonna be going at something really aggressively and quickly. The deck kept digging into my fingers, pinching me, and the cards would shoot out and hit something on my desk to the point of making a noise.

I had to pull for cards twice but the King of Swords remained here.

You could be going after something very passionately/aggressively. But I think it’s out of pure desperation and greed. Maybe even jealousy and pride. 

Now, I don’t like doing general love readings but I do get a sense that this could be a person. And I don’t think it's out of pure intentions. This feels like someone you just wanna lay claim over so no one else can have them. There is very prideful and jealous energy. This endeavour will be fruitless. The person you want does not have the same feelings for you and may honestly see you as a “mean girl/person.” Or maybe you were just very certain they had feelings for you and you gained a lot of courage to say something only to be let down.

For those of you who actually like this person and have just been working the courage up to say something, I think it’s more of a teaching in courage. I think you will have success when it comes to your confidence because you had the courage to say something. This person probably won’t have the same feelings but they do recognize your courage and respect you for that. They won’t be mean about turning your advances down, they will be respectful and nice. But there won’t be anything that comes to fruition between the both of you.

Decks Used: White Numen Tarot: A Sacred Animal Tarot Deck by AlbaBG, Cosma Visions Oracle by James R. Eads, Ophida Rosa Tarot by Leila and Olive, The Citadel: A Fantasy Oracle by Fez Inkwright Dividers: @inklore

[hermit-tree-project]

And the SKIZZLETREE is here!

Thank you to everyone who made a little ornament for our little tree! Make sure you go and check out the big tree if you havent already!

[Participants]:

@marshyjaye

@izelthewashbear

@corrundumcat

@vg-art-blog

@lunaticmocha

@inedibleteff

@ringnea

And @/scarthecowarchives on Instagram

{organiser]: @yki-dolls

[hmshermitcraft]

(Not for theme)

Tango is half blind, he was born with it but most hermits don't know this and is wondering why Tango is just sometimes running into trees but can still walk perfectly.

Tango is a blaze hybrid so when any netherborn is born they have to have any disabilities and Tango got half blindness, Grian knows that Tango is half blind and guides him to not run into anything that is not in the sight of his good eye.

Grian's gotten used to walking on Tango's blind side. Tango can get around just fine himself, if the guy bothered to pay attention to his surroundings. He might as well be walking around with his seeing side shut as well!

Grian finds it cute. It's usually because he's too focused explaining his current project, hands waving around (and into the closest wall) It's not hard work to subtly direct him away from the ditch he's about to walk into.

Tango's only complaint is that he doesn't get to see Grian as often, hidden away on the other side of him!

[moomoorare]

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Argent Pearls and Gilded Gemstones.

Chapter 1: The Encounter

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Summary:

"HERMIT HARBOUR'S MERMIN: A RESEARCHER'S STUDY INTO THE CURIOUS CASE OF MOON GLOWING SEA CREATURES.

Mermin, first of all, is extremely old, now obsolete terminology for creatures currently called merfolk (inclusive of mermaids and mermen).

It is specifically used for the half fish, half human looking creature that uses their singing as bait.

On this coast, the term has survived the years.

It is, in fact, still used by the paranoid people of Hermit Harbour to refer to this specific myth of theirs.

Although they never as much utter a word about the beings, it is the most notable myth in town.

One of the many, sitting comfortably next to the ghostly spectres of The Choir, their walking trees and talking birds.

On oneself's experience, here's my account of what this tale entails."

The papers are signed off by Gem Stones, Scientist at the Facility of Research and Crafting.

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[purrpurr-block]

I love Mumbo's recent hc episode so much! I hope he and Grian collab on more builds because they complement each other so well.

Look, Mumbo has trouble starting, placing the first block, he has said it so many times. And here goes Grian, just putting a rough idea of a trunk out there - he can fix anything he doesn't like later.

And then Grian, well Grian famously has trouble finishing stuff (though luckily a tree doesn't have a back). So Mumbo, who's very consistent with finishing stuff once he started it, continues on with their build, and Grian sees that and joins.

And of course they learn from each other in the process as well, and contribute their own ideas (tree from Grian, ruined portal around it from Mumbo), making the build better for it!

Idk, there's something so beautiful in this seamless cooperation. I wish hermits collabed on their projects and builds more, it'd help with the burnout and stuff so much. I'm guessing it's such a rare treat because it's so hard to coordinate with all the timezones and schedules - a pity, really.

[emberwings-last-wish]

another older fic that I realized I never put on tumblr, so here it is!

link to ao3 page

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Pix had a very odd look on his face. Which wasn’t unusual, these days; what with all the mysterious visitors from, apparently, another dimension running around and erecting their giant tower of madness and whatever else they were doing. But that look was currently directed at a very specific Hermit, and considering the avian wasn’t even doing anything odd at the moment – just gathering wood, it seemed – Fwhip was naturally curious as to what was going through the eccentric archaeologist's head.

“Hi,” Fwhip said, when it became clear that Pix hadn’t seen him. Pix jumped, nearly whacking himself in the face with his spyglass.

“Oh,” he said, sounding rather flustered. “Oh. Hi. Fwhip.”

“What’s up?” Fwhip asked, leaning against the low stone wall next to Pix. He only came up to Pix’s chest, but fortunately, that was where the low part of the wall came in handy. Across the valley, the Hermit continued to chop obliviously at an oak tree.

Pix’s face fell back into those odd creases, as he turned back to stare at the Hermit. “Him,” he said vaguely.

“Yeah, him,” Fwhip said, raising an eyebrow. “What’s up with him?”

There was a long silence, where Pix seemed to be trying to decide what to say. “He’s familiar,” the human said eventually.

“Like, ‘gee I knew a guy with parrot wings just down the street when I was growing up’ familiar?” Fwhip asked.

Pix sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face. “No, like ‘found his face on an ancient Mezalean record dating more than a millennia ago’ familiar.”

“Oh.” Fwhip blinked. “Sure it’s him?”

Pix tossed his hands in the air. “Am I sure? No. It could be a giant coincidence. But…” He ran a hand down his face, groaning. “Here’s the thing, okay? I bought a lot of artifacts off the last trade caravan here from the Lostlands. There were quite a few traditional Mezalean records and dye tablets that were intact enough for me to restore, and one bundle was the record of an esteemed visitor hosted by the last king before the Rapture. Had a tablet to go with it and everything. And it’s old, and I don’t know how well my restoration really did, but… I could swear it looks exactly like him. And he’s even wearing, like, the exact same thing. And Mezalean shorthand is one of the Old Tongues I still don’t have quite sorted out, but I’m pretty certain it lists the visitor’s name as G’rhyn. Or, you know, Grian.”

Right, that was his name. Grian. Fwhip squinted over the valley again, focusing on the Hermit. Goblin eyes did better in dim light, but he could make out broad details. Red top – sweater of some kind, if he recalled correctly – and dark pants; brownish hair; red wings that revealed flashes of other colors on the underside when they shifted. “You think he’s the same guy? I mean, obviously it’s possible to live that long, like, Joel’s a thousand years old or something, but Joel’s also. You know. A god. Thunder and, like, four-block height, whatever else he’s got going on. This guy doesn’t really strike me as the god type, I guess.”

Pix blew out a breath, turning to lean his back against the wall; Fwhip copied him. “I don’t know,” he said. “Like I said, it could just be coincidence.”

“Could have been a different Hermit visiting before,” Fwhip suggested. “Maybe Grian is, like, a common Hermit name-”

“It’s not,” Pix said, confidently. His words had that odd, undefinable edge about them again; Fwhip glanced up to confirm, and yep, Pix’s eyes had taken on that greenish tint they did sometimes when he was being especially weird. “Hermit isn’t a species or culture like any of the Empires, though they project that sort of impression in this unfamiliar environment. There aren’t many of them - I think most of them are here already.”

“Huh,” Fwhip said, then grimaced when Pix continued to stare weirdly into the ground. Time to snap him out of it. “So how do you know that, anyway?”

“Uh,” Pix said, and stopped. He grinned sheepishly at Fwhip’s look. “I did it again, huh?”

“Yup.”

“That’s, that’s pretty fascinating data, actually,” Pix said thoughtfully. “Implies that whatever keeps overtaking my mind knows something about the Hermits…”

Fwhip tried not to shudder. Pix was, in his opinion, far too casual about the fact that his head was routinely being hijacked. “How do you know it wasn’t just, I don’t know, some other parrot avian? I mean, I don’t know much about the Lostlands, but wasn’t there a jungle empire or something?”

“The Lost Empire,” Pix agreed. “It’s possible – in fact, their emperor at the time was some kind of parrot avian – but the pictures I have of him don’t match up nearly as well as those of G’rhyn-”

“What doesn’t match up?”

Fwhip was not proud of the noise he made at the new voice. Both he and Pix jerked around to see the Hermit himself, no more than a block away from the fence.

Fwhip tried to discreetly smooth down the fur that had poofed up at the scare, and wondered how Grian had gotten there so quickly, or so quietly. Wings that big were loud, he knew, so why hadn’t either he or Pix heard something?

“Um,” Pix said. “Hi, Grian.”

“Hey,” Grian said. He smiled. His eyes were weirdly black, and hard to read. He was only slightly taller than Fwhip, but oddly intimidating. “Felt you guys watching. Talking about anything interesting?”

“Just some… historical discrepancies,” Pix said warily. Fwhip didn’t question his evasiveness. This guy, up close, gave off very weird vibes. “You done, uh, chopping wood?”

“It’s never done, you know, always could use more, but I’ll probably quit for the day,” Grian said. Fwhip wasn’t sure if the Hermit had blinked at all yet.

“Ah,” Pix said. “Headed back to, ah…”

“We’re calling it Hermitopia,” Grian said. He gave them a brief grin; his teeth weren’t weirdly sharp, which for some reason felt even more unnerving than if they had been. “We’re nothing if not dedicated to the brand.”

“Yeah,” said Fwhip. He couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“Well, I’ll be going,” Grian said. “See you two around. Feel free to drop by if you need anything.” He backed away a few steps, and then leaped into the air, bright wings unfurling to carry him away. They were noisy, as they should be.

Pix and Fwhip watched Grian until he disappeared over the hill.

“Okay,” Fwhip said, a bit shakily. “Okay. That was weird. That was weird, right? That wasn’t just me?”

“Very curious,” Pix mumbled.

“You know what,” Fwhip said, after another moment, “I can totally believe he’s a thousand years old.”

“Yeah,” Pix said.

[ironstakes]

Awesome yctib integration idea, spoilers below. For those unaware, litematica is a mod that creates a ghostly schematic of a build created elsewhere, usually in a creative world. It comes with a list of blocks required for the build, saving people time and energy trying to reference every block from their test worlds and trying to figure out how much of each material they need. Several hermits have used litematica. I love it as well, it is a lifesaver.

Kakashi walks in on Mumbo using his sharingan to cast a genjutsu on True. He promptly freaks out. Everyone is baffled. 

Mumbo casting genjutsu is the only way to activate litematica, which is in high demand.

Since Mumbo casts the genjutsu it eats at his chakra reserves, so he can only cast it on a few people at a time and only for a limited amount of time. Cue hermits being confused about Kakashi’s freak out- who doesn’t want access to litematica that passionately? And cue Kakashi’s horrified confusion about the “privilege of being mentally manipulated for multiple days”.

Plan is for Kakashi to reveal his sharingan and be like ‘hey, check it out I can ALSO cast genjutsu!’ except he discovers that can’t quite get this one? For some reason? Which is a problem because if his people want to be under a genjutsu that badly he is NOT trusting Mumbo with them.

More world mechanic stuff! Mumbo offers to cast the “litematica” genjutsu on him since Kakashi mentions in a bout of frustration that experiencing it might help him understand how the genjutsu works, and eventually Kakashi reluctantly accepts Mumbo’s offer since he can’t figure the darn thing out. And at least he can fight back, his siblings can’t. 

Cue Kakashi getting a schematic and collecting random materials and building a- something.

My siblings ideas were-

world eater. Kakashi is horrified. It obliterates the earth. Within hours, there is a hole deeper than any other on the planet

Mining drill that goes through a mountain and some unfortunate person’s house/project. The technically inclined hermits become excited, since this world is supposedly round, and refuse to stop it out of curiosity as to if it’ll go into space or come back around the planet. 

Some kind of mob farm. This is pure nightmare fuel any way you slice it.

So Kakashi accidentally does a redstone of some kind and is horrified by what he creates. Meanwhile the hermits are like “Oh! Guess we got another redstoner, cool, you’re invited to the planning meetings so we don’t lag out the server, Xisuma can explain the rules in more detail if you have any questions.” Kakashi is excited to be invited to this inner circle, less so that Xisuma might be paying more attention to him. He certainly does not have any questions about the rules.

Etho is a Proud Brother Hen and Doc is planning to adopt kidnap him. Keralis drags Ren to Kakashi and immediately tries to con them into making a tree farm.

Kakashi still can’t cast the litematica genjutsu.