my excitement for the create series is immeasurable
there's a bit of a language barrier there I think I just wanted a excuse to use this headcanon, but the dudes! the guys be vibin! did have another three pages planed for this, never got around to it though,,,
transcript and extras below the cut!
Xisuma/Grian: *general arguing about starting conflicts* Xisuma/Grian: *it is actualy about taxes* Cleo:,,, What are those two even arguing about? Zedaph: something about taxes? Maybe???
Cleo: What do you mean maybe? Zed, You always talk about how well you understand Galactic??
Zedaph: Hey! I can Read galactic very well, yes! ,,,spoken is, a different story however,,, Gem: yea, spoken galactic is honestly a struggle to learn,,,
Scar: what's with X trying to egg Grian into starting the another war over there Cleo:,,,Scar
Scar: hmm? Cleo: Scar, last week you said you didn't know any galactic.
Scar: oh, no no, I don't, why?
Zedaph/Gem/Cleo:,,, Scar: ,,, OH! Is that what that language is????
and here's the unused part of the script + my thumbnails! if any place deserved this part of the script, it'd be Tumblr <3
the thing about hermitcraft and evil doppelgangers is that they ARE pretty normalized. barely anyone bats an eye at evil xisuma literally joining the whitelist for season 8. helsknight is just off doing his own thing and wels doesnt seem to pay any mind to it. so the fact false felt the need to keep hers contained in a lab reflects very poorly on one of them and i cant decide which /hj
The goofball geniuses at work!
Quick canary jimmy doodle
Some Soup Group + Cleo doodles
patiently waiting for someone to come up with a full fledged au about grian’s robot children, grumbot, jrumbot, grumbot prime, and emperor grumbot, going on adventures ala the batfam or perhaps ducktales
So here's to the love one can find in the stars.
now this one I call "I just summited minecraft fanfiction as a final project in my uni class, and got away with it." But anyway, enjoy some create s2 boys
and a transcript below the cut.
To Fields of Stars
There lies a small community off in the new growth of our world, one covered in new technology where the cogs of machines spin with flowers building their supports.
Here builds an architect's fantasy, where houses will walk across the flowering fields, trains sound off in the distance, and the automatons will power the complex machinery of their engines.
There, lives the engineer afraid of the moon.
The one who chooses to work the endless nights away, left plagued by nightmares of destroyed homes and frozen voids. a moon that lies a painful reminder of what could not be saved.
Yet each night, when the engineer is too tired to deny, and the moon has become anew, his friend of the sheep brings him to fields of flowers and lets the engineer lie down and watch the sky.
The sheep strings together stories of how stars are born. elaborate tales depicting the nebulas that dance intertwined. Stories of how the constellations love.
Slowly, without the blinding eye looming within the night, the engineer lets himself sleep. Slowly the engineer forgets his fear. Slowly he learns of names hidden in stars.
Slowly, ever so carefully, the engineer learns again how to love the bright void around him.
The homies are bonding
This Is an old comic! was posed originally on January 20th 2022. still very fun!
As always a transcript below.
*BONK*
/distant/ Zedaph: Guys? help? Impulse: Why is this just a thing that they do? Ren: bonding probably,,,
Tango: I just want to know how they always manage to get stuck... /distant/ Impulse: I'll get it this time.
Hi there, I'm new! Pearl main and just general hermit craft follower. Nice to meetcha!
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