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[image id: illustration of Tinfoil Chef from Hermitcraft. It shows a colossal underground chasm with millions of holes bored into the rock walls in the shapes of people. At the bottom, TFC sits in a ramshackle shed with his pickaxe, smoking. end id]

Repost arriving a week late to the party just like the man himself because the original didn’t even show up in the tags and I didn’t fucking notice, my piece for the @hermithorrors zine, featuring TFC! Out now and free for digital download, including both art and writing by a bunch of cool-ass people! This was so fun to make and an awesome experience to work alongside so many other incredible creatives.

Part three of my desert skies au with @applestruda!!

Part One | Part Two

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“Just a little warning ahead of time,” Grian had started, holding out his hand to Scar as he rose from where he knelt in front of the small altar, “the valley can be… a little difficult to navigate.” He honked to get Scar's attention, holding out his hand again. “And it's quite cold.”

Scar honked back, taking Grian's hand. “A bit nippy, huh? Don't you worry, mister. I can handle a little chill.” He honked out a laugh.

Grian laughed as well. “Alright.” The golden dome above them began spinning, a loud rumbling echoing throughout the temple as the large gates that led to the valley opened. A pale orange light bathed the temple, and Grian lifted his chin to feel the first whisper of cold creep in through the doorway. “Though you’ll find it’s a little more than ‘a bit nippy’.”

He tugged on Scar’s hand and led them through the doorway, into a sunbathed forest that Scar gazed at in awe. Right before they reached the large pond, Grian took off, sailing into the tunnel of clouds with an excited honk. These tunnels were a bit more difficult to navigate, with the cold air currents coming in to mix with the warm ones, but Grian was no moth. He flew with ease, honking in rapid succession as a way to show his excitement.

They burst out of the exit, Scar raising his hand up to stop the sudden bright light from blinding him. A moment later, the cold hit them, and he yelped. “G, it’s really cold!”

“Hey, Jimmy,”

“Mhm?”

“Not to overuse a metaphor, but, do you think the canary ever missed the sky?”

Tango could feel Jimmy’s gaze on him. “What do you mean?”

“You know. The canary in the coal mine. Did y… did it miss the sky? Does it remember it?”

Tango imagined Jimmy shifting his wings, head quirked staring at the sky. “Depends, I guess, like if it was born down there or not. Or hatched, or whatever.”

“Do birds have like an instinct or something for the sky?”

Jimmy made a sound as if shrugging, and then seemed to remember he couldn’t be seen. “I dunno. I don’t think it particularly matters, if it’s being taken care of, y’know?”

“Did they take care of the canaries in mines back then?”

“Yeah, they obviously had to feed ‘em and stuff. But when the birds passed out from the lack of air or the gas or whatever the miners would like, resuscitate them.”

Tango smirked at the empty air. “Birdie CPR?”

He could feel Jimmy smiling back. “Something like that, I guess. But they did care about the birds.”

“’Cause the birds were the warning.” Tango nodded. “If they were gone, the miners wouldn’t know they were gonna die.”

“I mean, I imagine the miners probably enjoyed the company. I hope they did, anyways. It sounds nice.”

Tango pursed his lip. “Yeah, it’s a lot nicer having a little birdie with ya when you’re down in some dark stinky deadly death cave.”

Jimmy’s gaze was back on him now.

“…Of death.”

“You asked if the canary ever misses the sky.” Jimmy’s voice was soft. “Maybe it likes the coal mine, sometimes? The sky can be cold and open and lonely. Sure the mine is dark, but the canary has company. A warm home and a hand that feeds it.”

“Making the best of a bad situation.”

He could feel Jimmy’s frown. ”And I mean, if there’s a mine there’s probably like, gemstones and stuff. You don’t find that on the surface.”

“Unless it’s emeralds.”

Jimmy huffed at him, and Tango watched the players scurrying around in front of them.

“I think they’re digging our graves over there.”

“Looks pretty lame.”

Tango pictured Jimmy sneering at the little cobblestone tombstone the other players stood before, face all scrunched up. He laughed at the image. “Yeah, I don’t think they’re even making me one.”

They watched in silence as others scurried around them and the ship in the distance. There was some saying, or song lyrics or something, about ships and anchors.

“…Did the canary ever love the coal mine?”

Jimmy hummed. “Well, I certainly tried.”

So uh, turns out I messed up the last one on @twipsai‘s request! So! Here’s what they actually meant :D

😈-Villainify a protagonist (for Captor)

😇-Heroify a villain (for Muriel)

While I was coloring this I was wondering why Captor looked so familiar, and then I realized… I accidentally turned her into a Mimikyu (ס_ס;;) Whoops… I guess villain = gamer girl?

Anyways, I have a “few” ideas for this version! It ended up very long, since I covered both the past and present for both of them, so I’ll put them under the cut :)

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introducing Rumbi/spaceship robots <-> Subconites! and some swapcon-style dwellers!

once again, co-writing this au with @theskindragon​ , and more info under the cut!

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