Mod Vixen: Obviously I had to. Cause right now in Hemlock's story him and Sol are rivals or enemies. I thought it'd be funny to draw them wearing a "Get along shirt"

I do hope for more interactions between Sol and Hemlock in the future. Cause I love these two.

Also sol belongs to @sollyraptor and also gonna tag @dozen-arrows-in-my-chest

Whose idea was that and how did they end up in that situation in the first place?

Either way they ain't happy campers.

Feed my Minecraft Askboxes some asks!

I took some time to put my current asks in neat piles to answer some in batches (since some are quite similar) and put some WIPs into drafts for safekeeping. Seeing them in such neat stacks makes me realise that there aren't a lot of individial asks to answer afterall!

A few more would do nicely! Simple asks, trivia, interactions or those that attempt to dig deep are all fine by me!

I tend to be the kind to distribute asks (sneakily) but asking for morsels myself occasionally surely wouldn't hurt. P:

(links to all blogs below)

Decided to yoink some characters from a few blogs I've seen around, becaaaaause- I can. Because cool characters and pretty designs. If anybody ever said you need more reason than that to have an excuse to doodle is a liar

Anyhow!

These lovely characters belong to the following people:

haha, angy man

Continued from this post with @dozen-arrows-in-my-chest !

Brine could see that squinting of Sol’s eyes, that familiar face of not being able to see. The little Demi-Deity saw he had a chance whilst the other herobrine was down. Brine could see the faces Sol made and the possible frustrations those brows gave way to despite his toothy grin. Those punches held a lot of weight in them, that much he could read. But if only Sol had realized where his legs were and not his hands.

With a devious chuckle and a wide smile, Brine decided to see what he could really do. The old Aetherian Warrior instincts were strong, and before Sol could fully gain his bearings, Brine reached down to grab one of his legs.

After smiling with all his sharper canines bared, and as hard as he could, Brine hoisted his opponent over his head. He could feel the rush of what he wanted to try next flooding through his mind, so he quickly turned on his heels and dropped into a crouch.

Brine sprung up from his spot after watching Sol fall for only a moment, then bringing his leg up into a powerful blow to the other brine’s back. As he fell back down, he could hardly wait to see what the other brine would try next. It had been such a long time since he had had a good fight, but he had a feeling that maybe Sol wasn’t as good at fighting as he made himself out to be.

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[You know, I had a lot of ideas where I wanted to do with this next part, but I’m very genuinely happy how this came out!

My partner jokingly said Brine should have just jumped on Sol as hard as he could. HEE HOO.]

To say that Sol was baffled was an understatement. He expected anything- They could've wrangled on the floor, kicked each other in the shins, brawled and roughhoused. He expected anything to happen but to be thrown!

Quite the distance too, just enough air time for Brine to launch after him and kick him mid-air. What kind of move even was that?!

As he tumbled face first to the ground, rolling in the grass and dirt till he stopped, he caught himself giving Brine an almost awestruck look once he collected himself. It didn't last long as short lived amazement gave way to fury

"Dude, what kind of brawls were you part of?! You didn't even let me hit once and then you pull that!"

This was supposed to be easy. Just a fun fight to beat the boredom, one where they could throw punches without fear of breaking bones or killing on accident.

If this went on any longer like this, Sol would feel like nothing more than a rowdy puppy in comparison to the hundreds of thousands year old herobrine that was his opponent.

Sol didn't like the look on Brines face as it seemed to grow increasingly twisted. It's like he's enjoying the display a little too much. They barely started and it's clear they ain't on the same level nor in the same mindset.

The hooded brine can't beat someone who's bent to win a war. With each caught up breath a thought of failed battles against other brines emerged in his headspace. Each time dying at the hands of enemies who seem to enjoy it a little too much to toy with him.

Squinting at his opponent through the irritating light, the flickering glow in his eyes seemed to be filled with- distress in contrast to his growling face.

Sol didn't quite expect to tip the scales so quickly. He assumed he'd had to shove Brine a few more times before a fight was the only solution. As softspoken and practically tame Brine seemed in their last encounters, watching Brine's face nearly immediately turning sour at Sol's bold action, Sol suddenly saw some fight inside the other brine for the first time.

With Celina ushered away, Sol suddenly felt the light dizziness as both brines were teleported to a more secluded spot fitting a proper arena.

Of course, despite his disadvantages, Sol felt safe and sure in his abilities. A proper fight! He wanted to start right away! A fight, a real fight, where he doesn't need to play safe or easy as his opponent isn't a feeble mortal. No thought, no planning.

Altough maybe he is underestimating his "squishy" friend a little. He simply hasn't seen this side of Brine yet and assumes nothing of it. The broad smile of the other herobrine should've been the first warning that this might not be his first battle either.

Sol, though, has no space no more for pondering thoughts. His mind being driven by fighting spirit and intuition alone for maybe the only time in his being- is when he fights.

Brine couldn’t help but chuckle slyly as he rushed Sol. Hearing the confidence in Sol’s voice was a little amusing, to say the least. There were too many people who had made the same mistake of underestimating Brine for his size and kindness.

He jumped as he rushed to Sol and tried to land a blow, a little higher than he intended, but he was blocked--pretty well, honestly!

He moved back as a swipe was aimed for him, and he tried to land a blow to Sol’s chest.

Brine definitely expected Sol to keep his guard up, but they way he did was something to admire. He was pushed back, and he skidded against the dirt as he moved back on one knee.

Once he was back on his feet, he watched Sol to see his next move.

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[OOOOOO, HERE WE GO, LADS!

I haven’t drawn fight scenes in a long time, but I’m really happy with how these came out!

HEE HOO, GET READY, SOL!]

Sols voice was unwavering, not even a hint of surprise can be heard in it- and yet it was apparent that he didn't quite expect the strength Brine held in his punches. He was flexing his wrist and shaking off the feeling left by the blow- with a certain twitch in his brows. It wasn't annoyance was it now? Frustration perhaps. Maybe this wasn't so easy of a fight as he'd anticipated.

Yet Brine felt oh so very light in weight- it seemed so easy to push him out of reach. Out of reach for Sol to counter attack. The flickering in his eyes returned as excitement builds up, giving in on the urge to rush Brine down.

Closing the distance in an instant he lept towards Brine and attempted to throw speedy punches and an occasional kick if it felt right. The quick punches ripped the air as they seemed oddly heavy for how fast they were. It costs his accuracy, but he'd only need to hit once, he's sure of it.

If he'd only paid attention where his feet were-

The rain of punches thrown in retaliation are shortlived though as Sol's legs are swept away under him, sending him to the ground before he could land an impressive hit.

Disoriented, as his loose hood slipped from his head, Sol merely flopped to the ground. The younger brines first instinct was to roll over and face his opponent, even if his sight was impeded by the bright daylight. He was defenceless in the moment and at the mercy of Brines next move.

Of course Sol could try to throw a punch or two, or try to kick his legs to make him fall as well- but such seem to be futile attempts if you can barely see where to hit.

"Oh! You've made it!"

[The event was a success, and everyone ate very well :D]

Credits under Keep reading!

For a brief moment the two of them stood in silence, before a rumbling sound left the hooded brine. He was considering, judging the other, humming along his thoughts. At the very least Hemlock didn't seem hostile or willing to fight in the first moments, so that was a relief.

Sol wasn't all too eager to fight another brine either. Especially not a stranger one. One who doesn't sport the telltale white glow in the eyes, but clearly wasn't a mere human or mob. What else was that eerie feel reaching him? There's no messing with foreign herobrines. Who knows what they can do.

Finally, Sol inclined his head in a half nod and acknowledged the others' greeting with a mediocre "Hey." in return.

As he's calculating the situation, the flickering in Sol's eyes peering from under his hood steadily began to become more apparent. With nothing to go by, the stranger was unpredictable to him. It was too early to be reckless.

"You don't happen to live here, do you?" Sol then asked, skipping an introduction altogether. The question was an honest one, but clearly with intent. He wanted to figure out if this brine was here to stay or merely passing by.

It is pretty clear Sol, as silly as he looks, was cautious with the stranger, but wouldn't back down if things went hostile.