im sure you've answered this somewhere before but why does X wear his helmet? ik you've said he's not a hybrid which i assume just means he's human, so is it just that he doesnt like showing his face? or is it plot or backstory related? -starr
Who’s to say!! Seems to be a mystery to the other hermits…
(shoutout to @kiwinatorwaffles‘s baldsuma comic, i couldn’t not make a cheeky reference to it hehe :] )
[I.D. A messy digital drawing of Docm77 from the hips up. He is shirtless and looking to the side, very roughly colored in. There's a large scar in the fur of his shoulder with the characters 'DM77' branded on the patch. The background is light grey. END I.D.]
I wanted to draw him but I have no idea what I'm doing with his design 💖
( click for better quality + rbs appreciated <3 )
[I.D. A fully rendered and colored digital drawing of TangoTek, on one knee, overlooking a Redstone circuit thoughtfully. He has four arms, one hand resting on his leg, one raised to his face, one holding a small amount of Redstone, and one on his hip. There is a Redstone stained cloth draped across his leg. The background is off white. END I.D.]
Closeup and taglist below
[I.D. The same drawing as image one, but zoomed in on Tango's upper body and face. END I.D.]
gem and joel and etho are all obsessed with each other but crucially i think the vibes are soooo different between them. gem and joel are best friends and cool kids who support each other 100% before anything else. the etho gem obsession is like that of siblings, the younger one idolising the older and the older always bothering the younger. and etho is joel’s work wife and joel is etho’s manic pixie dream girl. and theyre all obsessed with bdubs
why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?
the most disorienting thing thats ever happened to me was when a linguistics major stopped in the middle of our conversation, looked me in the eye, and said, "you have a very interesting vernacular. were you on tumblr in 2014?" and i had to just stand there and process that one for a good ten seconds