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frombeyondtheblackhole · 10 months
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In the 100 years series, if you could add one character NOT from DSMP OR HERMITCRAFT, to join in this swapping madness, like people from Empires smp, Rats smp, etc.- who would it be? Why? Would they go to HERMITCRAFT or Dsmp? And who would you want this person to interact with?
I hope I'm not berating you with questions, this has been on my mind for a long time and I need to know-
Ooooh. This isn't even theoretical at this point XD I have plans for a sequel series after all the swapping plot stuff is over that includes all the third life series characters, and maybe some Origins characters but I'm not as sure about that. XD There is also Mumza. And Taurtis from Evo smp. I'm not going to say too much more because of spoilers XD but yeah, XD
If I was to pick a character to introduce earlier than I already plan on doing, then it would probably be Jimmy because I am a sucker for the canary symbolism XD. My first thought was to put him on Hermitcraft, but that is too obvious XD Instead, it would be interesting to see just how badly the omen of death would react to a place like the DSMP. It would be interesting to see him interact with Philza (the angel of death) and Techno (The blood god's Chosen one), Though the death they promise isn't the same as the death the DSMP promises. Philza and Techno promise a death of the self, a loss of identity and freedom but not the permanent embrace of limbo. It would also be interesting to see him interact with Tommy and Dream, two people soaked in blood and trauma, the kind that is permanent and gruesome and pointless. The kind that Jimmy's canary heart sings about.
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Jimmy looked at the masked man in front of him. His shoulders slumped in on himself, and he hugged his arms close. He wore a clean white sweater over a black turtleneck and patched and grass-stained Cargo pants that seemed just a bit too baggy to have been his. His white sneakers were stained with something dark and brown; Jimmy felt nauseous. He hoped it was just dirt... it didn't look like dirt. Jimmy quickly looked up at the man's face, the porcelain mask with the cracked smile. And the man's own mouth, the only thing visible below the mask. The man gave him a forced smile that showed teeth.
"Welcome to the DSMP, I'm Dream. I hope we can get along."
Jimmy shuddered and wanted to pull back. Something about this man made him feel sick. He was skinny and malnourished, and covered in scars. Yet, he still felt very wrong. When he looked at him, Jimmy felt like he was being watched, evaluated, and dissected with the man's invisible eyes. That mask; so much like the one the watchers wore.
Jimmy couldn't decide if he wanted to run or be sick. Instead, he just froze.
"You ok there, man? Cat got your tongue?" Dream chuckled. His grin got wider.
In that moment Jimmy knew; Dream was the cat.
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[Notes: This is not canon. It's just a bit of fun. and a bit of a sneak peek at Dream. This would have taken place after the hermits break Dream out of prison. Jimmy had just "swapped" and was found by Dream and the Hermits.]
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made-nondescript · 2 years
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Just had a funny thought of like
Grian: surely it isn’t as bad on the DSMP as people are saying? *opens watcher eye* oh damn that’s not good
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something like this i think
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n04hfiction · 9 months
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hello :)! hru? i was wondering u can do quackity (add more if u want!!)with a s/o who has Golden Retriever engery? and who has a lot of freckles 🤧🤧
heyyy im gooood ty for asking!! i hope y’all are having a wonderful day
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quackity x s/o <3
man loves to match your energy, all of your friends have to keep you guys separated because the two of you together just cause a bunch of chaos lol
he also loves to count all of your freckles and play connect the dots with them with a goddamn sharpie when your sleeping-
i also think he loves to think of you like a golden retriever, like he’ll treat you like a dog sometimes LMFAO
like if he needs something he’ll be like “go fetch!” and when you come back with it he’ll say “good girl/good boy/good dog” sometimes it’s funny sometimes it’s annoying😭
lowkey loves your energy and your freckles, he thinks it’s adorbs :)
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maki-jinpie · 1 year
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"Somewhere Only We know"
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Grian really wondered what happened here, Void he was just taking a walk with his friend, he didn't expect to find a kid among this chaos. The child was not only a werewolf, his lifetime species enemy, but was also bleeding and in pretty bad health, what should he do?
There was only a logical and obvious choice of course, take him home. -
Or Grian kinda adopts what appears to be a werewolf kid... and eventually falls in love with the kid's father. He, a vampire, falling in love with a werewolf? really? (The Watcher's are so not gonna like this).
I've been working in a silly little vampires and werewolves AU ft. Desert dads and welp, I have all the plot line and just have to write it!! You can read chapter one here!! :D
If you have any questions or comments of some kind don't be afraid to ask!! It is my very first time writting in english tho so please be patient lol ^-^
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grimaussiewitch · 3 months
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You know I’m quite surprised that a hermitcraft fanfic over on ao3 isn’t talked much on here. It’s called “Let’s Be Alone Together” by Poker. It’s the third most hit fic and fourth most kudos fic under the hermitcraft smp fandom tag.
Maybe it’s because it’s a hermit!tommy fic that’s why people don’t talk about it. It’s not a “pure” Hermitcraft fic. Yet it’s the only instance of a hermit!tommy fic I can find that has the dark!hermit tag. This isn’t a “oh Tommy goes to therapy on the hermitcraft server!” It’s “these people need therapy and Tommy needs to run”
The only post I’ve seen of this fic was me posting memes.
Does anyone know this fic??? Is it an ao3 thing or even twitter??
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theminecraftloser · 11 months
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I miss hermit!tommy AUs.
Season 7. Tommy just left his exile in Logstedshire, he either gets magicked to HC by Kristin, helped their by Techno and Phil, finds his way there on his own, etc.
Dream is a dick, the My Tommy, My Tubbo compasses, ghostbur.
I just miss it.
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luigra · 1 year
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Hermitfold AU of the Dadhills variety
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p1neapplerum · 2 years
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This may be a little far fetched but how would mhau Hermits interact with the Moobloom boys?
Also, hope you're doing well, I love seeing your art on my dash :)
not mhau cause i have no idea what to do w that. but uh. the interaction is no fun for the hermits either way that's for sure lol
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pitruli · 2 years
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This is probably never gonna be finish so have the current state of the line up i tried to do for hermithunt back in april or something
((Hermithunt is an au made by a group chat on twt when hc was on break, it was basically a role swap between hermitcraft and dsmp and the concept made me smile))
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sharpjay217 · 2 years
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So, you know all those Hermit!Tommy AUs?
I feel like there is untapped potential in the slew of similarities between Doc and Sam— I mean, come on: two deep voiced, well over 6'0 tall creeper men, covered in metal, associated with tridents, and who've both built world eaters on their respective servers. And somehow I haven't yet seen a version of this AU exploiting this series of coincidences. /lh
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pixiemage · 1 year
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Forget the old “Tommy somehow ends up on Hermitcraft during exile” trope, how about “Tommy somehow ends up on Hermitcraft after the DSMP gets nuked but everyone is still trapped on Empires so it’s sort of a ghost town except for like five people and one (1) traumatized and potion addicted teen”
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Hermit DSMP Swap AU: 12.11
It had been almost a month since Foolish had disappeared. He just hadn't come home one day. Finley sat on the steps of the summer house as the sun set casting the desert in pink and orange. She kept an eye on Foolish Jr. as he played with little toy figures carved from bone that their Papa had made for them. She didn’t play with them much any more, she was getting a bit too old for toy soldiers. She had undied several years ago. Her life force used to save someone else she couldn’t even remember. But that's how totems always worked. You undied for someone and then your age was reset. It had happened several times to her, she couldn’t remember much about her past lives, just vague memories. But she knew she was old. Foolish Jr. was older than her. Though at the moment he had undied about a year and a half ago saving someone called Technoblade. 
So that made her the responsible one. She took care of him the best she could, made sure to keep him from wandering into the dark and to hide inside when monsters did manage to wander this far into the temple. There was plenty of food stored away, and Foolish had spent several days away before, and he always came back. But this time, he just didn’t. Finley worried. Foolish Jr. kept asking where Papa was, when he was coming back and she always told him ‘he was away,’ and ‘soon.’ But she was starting to worry that something terrible had happened. 
A month was too long to be away on business with no warning. They were going to run out of food soon if she didn’t do anything. That's when she made up her mind. They were going to go to the Greater DSMP. They were going to find Papa or Ganpop Puffy.
When the sun rose Finley gathered up some food and told Foolish Jr. that they were going on a little adventure and walked with him, hand in hand, into the desert in the direction she was pretty sure she remembered Papa taking them when they went to visit Ganpop Puffy. 
Puffy liked Snowchester. It was quiet and secluded. Away from the chaos and pain of the Greater DSMP. After Foolsh’s death to the Egg she vowed to get away from it all. Now she just kept to herself mostly, and lived with Michelle in her little wood cabin. 
She leaned against the wall of the wharf, cold stones chilling through her red captain's coat, and watched the sunrise over the icy sea. She liked to come out here in the morning and have a smoak. She knew it was a bad habit, she didn’t do it in the house. But it was the only thing that seemed to calm her nerves. 
She pulled the cigarette out of her mouth and let out a long breath watching the smoke linger in the cold air. She heard a light crunch in the snow behind her and sighed. “What do you need Michelle?” 
She turned around and started to see Finley and Foolish Jr. shivering in their thin tunics and bear feet. 
She quickly stubbed out her cigarette on the wall and crouched down to meet them. “What are you two doing here? Where is Foolish? You two ’ll get hypothermia standing out here like this,” She fussed, taking both of them by the hand and leading them inside. There was a fire burning in the hearth and both the children quickly moved towards it without prompting, to warm up. Michelle was probably still sleeping in the attic at the moment. 
“Where’s Foolish?” Puffy asked again. He must be around here somewhere, they had just wandered off.
Finley looked up at her, the worry in her eyes made Puffy start. “I don’t know. He never came home. We came here to find him.” 
Gone? Foolish was missing? Worry started to spiral in her mind. He had died once before, what if he’d died somewhere and she knew nothing about it. What if no one knew… she forced herself to think rationally and calmly. She needed to take care of the children. She couldn’t be worrying them like this. 
“When was the last time you saw him?” She asked as casually as she could manage.
“Weeks.” Finnly said, her brow furrowed.  
Panic clamped down on Puffy’s chest. He had been gone for weeks. That was more than getting a little obsessed with a build project. Workaholism ran in the family but he was never that bad. She took a deep breath and forced a reassuring smile for the children. “Ok, I’ll go talk to Ranboo and Tubbo later and see if they’ve seen him, but in the meantime I’ll make you two some oatmeal for breakfast and get you some warmer clothes before you freeze. 
Finley and Foolish Jr.’s faces lit up at the mention of oatmeal. Puffy always made them special oatmeal with brown sugar and candied fruit when they came to visit, it had become a bit of a tradition. What better way to assure the kids that everything was going to be ok than that.  
Puffy got the children settled. Michelle woke up and came down stairs to join them and now the three of them were eating and playing games on the cabin floor. Puffy let them know she would be right back and grabbing her captain's hat she headed out the door to find Tubbo or Ranboo. Foolish had been working on their mansion, they might know where he was. If nothing else it might give her a lead. 
Puffy perked up when she saw Ranboo leaving the cabin he shared with Tubbo and Micheal, carefully closing the door behind him as if not to wake the others who must have still been sleeping. Puffy smiled softly at the sentiment. 
“Hey there,” She said as she approached, keeping her voice low so as not to startle him or wake anyone. 
Ranboo jumped and looked around relaxing when he saw her. “Hello, good morning.” He responded, climbing down the stairs to greet her. He had his book tucked under his arm, he must have been going somewhere. 
“I don’t want to keep you too long but I was wondering if you had seen Foolish anywhere.”
Ranboo froze and looked at her. He never blinked, she found it strange but she was starting to get used to it. “Oh- oh I’m sorry. I thought you knew. I must have forgotten. I’m so sorry,” He stammered.
“Sorry, what?” Puffy said, panic starting to well up inside her. 
“He- I don’t really remember the details… but he’s not on the server. There was a Zombie lady, I think she said her name was Cleo, and they swapped places or something and Quackity got very angry about it…” 
“He’s not on the server? How. That’s not possible,” Puffy said, her voice starting to rise before she remembered it was still early and went quiet.
Ranboo bit his lip and glanced around. “Sorry,” He muttered “I- I don’t know what else to tell you,” 
Puffy shook her head. “No, that’s ok. Thank you.” Puffy turned to go and then paused “If… If you learn anything else please let me know.
Ranboo nodded “I will. Maybe talk to Tubbo, he might remember more about this than me.” 
Puffy glanced behind Ranboo at the quiet house “Thank you, I think I will… later. I need to go back and check on the kids. Apparently Finley has been taking care of Foolish Jr. alone for several weeks. I don’t like the idea of leaving them alone for longer than I have to after that.” Puffy turned and headed back to her house.
So Foolish was gone. Not dead… probably. But still gone. Would he ever be coming back? Had he escaped. He had talked to her once or twice about finding a way off the DSMP for all of them, starting over somewhere, away from everything. Had he done it… or had he been taken? She could only pray it was the former.
[Notes: And this is the final chapter in what I will be calling season 1! I hope you enjoyed. There is going to be a bit of a hiatus in uploading on here while I catch up on Ao3. Then I am going to get back with season 2.]
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made-nondescript · 2 years
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baby sitting the ambassador’s weird son. now that he thinks about it..... does this kid even know what money is?
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arts-and-drafts · 11 months
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Come Morning Light (Part 13)
Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve
(Unlucky number 13 >:)c This chapter is a shorter one, but it's leading up to something VERY big that is taking most of my waking hours to write, so stay tuned! Next chapter is gonna be a doozy! Mind the content warnings on this one!)
CW: Death, manipulation, minor body horror
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Tommy dropped in slow motion.
Joe couldn't move fast enough to catch him, but he was at his side in an instant, his hands on Tommy's shoulders. His mind was spinning with shock. He saw the message, but that made no sense. 'Falling out of the world' meant a player was killed by an admin, but Xisuma banned Dream, and he never would've--
And Tommy's body was still here.
His eyes were glossy and staring at the sky, taunting Joe and everything he thought he knew. Joe's blood dripped on Tommy's face, and it stood out against his paling skin like a poppy in snow.
Joe screamed.
He vaguely registered the other hermits closing in around them, but he couldn't look away. All he could see was Tommy's face, his corpse-
He wasn't going to accept this.
Joe's vision went white.
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Cleo knew as soon as Joe stilled that he went Searching.
She shoved past the others to see Joe's eyes were now glowing white, the remnants of tears still streaking down his cheeks. Cleo pulled her mouth into a firm line and settled beside him, reaching to pry one of his hands away from--no, don't look down. Don't look. That makes it real. Just don't look.
Clumsily, she managed to fit their fingers together, and she gave Joe's hand a quick but firm squeeze.
The other hermits were deathly quiet, but Cleo kept her eyes on Joe's face. With his eyes like this, and blood pouring down his chin, he looked like a poltergeist.
'Come back,' Cleo prayed, to any god that would listen. 'Please, Joe, don't get lost.'
Immediately after the thought formed, Joe full-body jerked, and the glow faded from his eyes. His chest was heaving, and Cleo noticed one of her fingers had cracked with how tightly he gripped her hand. Distantly, she was thankful that most of her nerves had rotted away by now.
"Where is he?" Cleo murmured, because she still wasn't looking down and she wasn't going to, but she knew what had happened. The communicators never lied.
"He's-" Joe gasped, and he snapped to the side, looking Xisuma dead in the eyes, his pupils blown. "X, he's in the Void."
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The Void was cold.
Even through his suit, Xisuma could feel the chill beginning to numb his extremities. No light reached here, no life or substance. It was just nothing. Empty, and vast.
Except for, of course, the banned.
Evil X's presence was much stronger here, having had all this time to himself to fester his anger, and Xisuma immediately had a headache from all the condensed hatred he could sense. Xisuma had taken every precaution with his counterpart, and was confident in his prison, but evil could never be contained completely.
Xisuma wasn't here for him. No, he was here for the other presence he could now sense, a chilling calm that was colder than the Void itself.
Xisuma steeled himself, and turned to see Dream, lounging in midair like he didn't have a care in the world. A lodestone compass lazily swung from a chain in his hand, its enchantment swirling with something Xisuma had never seen before.
"Let me out, and I'll give him back." Dream spoke, his gaze lifting to Xisuma. He looked almost disinterested with how calm he seemed.
"That's Tommy?" Xisuma asked, before he could stop himself. Joe had told him that he tracked Tommy's soul into the Void, but was then halted by a force stronger than his ability, and he was forced to turn back.
The force had to have been Dream.
"Yeah." Dream said, like it was obvious. "All of him is in this little compass."
Xisuma floated closer, only vaguely aware of his movement. At this distance, he could see lettering etched on the compass's back, but Dream was swinging it just fast enough that it was hard to make out.
"So?" Dream said. "Do we have a deal?"
"How do I know you're not lying?" Xisuma challenged, relying on his image to intimidate the man. He was only barely managing to keep his voice steady.
Dream scoffed, and abruptly yanked the chain and caught the compass in his hand. "You don't. But I hope you can see that this is not a good situation to lie to you in."
Now that the compass was still, Xisuma could read the words. Your Tommy.
Xisuma's stomach clenched in revulsion.
"You can keep me here," Dream said, taking advantage of Xisuma's silence, "and you'll never see him again. Or, you let me go, and I'll give him back to you."
The monster shrugged. "Your choice."
"You've been trying to get your hands on him this whole time." Xisuma argued, his hands shaking with rage. "Why would you give him up now?"
Dream turned in midair, moving like he was trying to get comfortable. Xisuma knew he wouldn't be able to, and he selfishly clung to that knowledge with a dark satisfaction in the midst of this situation.
"Tommy's not worth my freedom." Dream said simply. "I don't care about the brat that much."
"Then what if I say no?" Xisuma pressed, calling Dream's bluff. "What if I leave you here for eternity?"
Dream matched Xisuma's gaze, his one visible eye sharp and calculating.
"You'd do that to him?" He asked, and Xisuma couldn't bring himself to lie.
He cared about Tommy more than he cared about keeping Dream locked away.
"...One condition." Xisuma relented bitterly, clenching his fists. Dream raised an eyebrow.
"You don't come back here. You don't ever set foot in Hermitcraft again." Xisuma said, and he was not asking.
Dream's eye crinkled in an unseen smile, and Xisuma suddenly got the feeling that he messed up very badly.
"Deal."
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Xisuma materialized back in the Overworld on Tommy's old bed, holding the compass like it would shatter at the slightest movement.
In a rush like a summer breeze, Xisuma felt the tension that was building in Hermitcraft's magic ease all at once, as if the balance of nature itself released a breath of relief.
Xisuma found no solace in the feeling. His stomach was twisted into knots over what he'd just done, what he'd just released back to the world Tommy came from.
One thing at a time.
Xisuma had to duck to contain his height through the doorframe. He kept his eyes down as he made his way to the battlefield, the crowd of hermits surrounding Tommy's body casting long shadows in the morning light. Xisuma noticed someone had rearranged Tommy's limbs into a more dignified pose, his legs straight and his arms laid over his stomach.
"I've got him." Xisuma uttered, and the hermits parted to give him a clear path to Joe. The admin slowly knelt and held out the compass, and for a moment, Joe matched his gaze with wet eyes.
Whatever he saw in Xisuma's expression, Joe opted instead to hover his hand over the compass. Immediately, his face changed.
"That's him," Joe said breathlessly. "Yeah, that's--put him here."
Joe guided Xisuma's hands to place the compass on Tommy's body, right next to the one Tommy had only just started wearing in the open. Now that they were side by side, something finally clicked.
Your Tubbo. Your Tommy.
Oh.
"Now what?" Tango asked, breaking the somber silence. "Do we--do we break it?"
"No! No-" Joe blurted out. "Tommy's--well, technically, that compass is his body right now." He explained. "His soul's tethered to it. We've gotta extract him."
"How?" Impulse asked. "That's--that's serious magic, can any of us even do that?"
Joe looked at Cleo. "I can."
A heavy silence.
"But I'm gonna need help." Joe continued. "I can be a gateway to Tommy, but somebody needs to go in and get him out."
"I'll do it." Xisuma said, instantly, but Joe shook his head. "Tommy's gonna be in a very fragile headspace. It has to be somebody he trusts enough to follow back out, and...no offense, Xisuma, but you're not that to him."
Xisuma dipped his head and said nothing more. It did sting to hear, but Joe was right. Tommy had only just gotten comfortable enough around the admin that he wasn't always ready to pull out a weapon around him.
After what Xisuma had just done to get him back, he didn't blame the kid.
Joe looked to Mumbo, who was wringing his hands and staring at Tommy's body, his eyes glazed over with shock. He seemed to come back to himself when he noticed everyone following Joe's gaze.
"Wh--me?"
"Do you not want to?" Joe replied, his face changing, and Mumbo scrambled. "No! I mean--yes, I'll do it, of course, but--me?" He asked again. "I'm not-"
"Haven't you heard how he talks about you?" Cleo interrupted. "He thinks you hung the stars, Mumbo. If you asked him for anything, he'd do it."
Mumbo still looked incredibly uncertain.
"You don't have to, Mumbo." Joe stated, somehow able to keep his tone understanding given the topic. "But I truly think you're his best bet. He looks to you more than any of us."
Mumbo took a breath, and slowly smoothed out the front of his suit jacket.
"...Okay."
The ghost of a smile flitted across Joe's face. "Come on, we can't waste any time."
He glanced at Cleo again, guilt harbored in his eyes for a fraction of a second. Cleo rolled her eyes and nudged him, and Joe relaxed, their unsaid conversation putting him at ease.
Joe held out his hand to Mumbo, who took it. Joe gently placed his other over the compass, and then turned back to Mumbo.
"I'm sending you into Tommy's soul." Joe said, staring unblinking into Mumbo's eyes. "He's going to be very vulnerable. You have got to be the most careful you've ever been. Do you understand?"
Mumbo paled considerably, but he nodded, a look of determination on his face. "How do I--what do I do?"
"When you find him, just be honest." Joe said. "He should do the rest. But you have to come back with him, okay? We don't want an accidental possession, that would cause a whole new issue."
Mumbo nodded, and took a steadying breath.
"Get our boy back, Mumbo." Iskall uttered softly, placing a strong hand on Mumbo's shoulder. Mumbo laid his own over Iskall's, just for a moment.
"I'll do my best." Mumbo said, distantly, staring at Tommy's body. "Promise."
Joe and Iskall smiled, as strained as it was, and Iskall stepped back.
"Here we go," said Joe, and the world fell away.
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hanahaki-disease · 3 months
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Haven’t I Given Enough?
A Hermit! Tommy HC x DSMP xover
Chapter 14 | “How do you owe the World? How do you own Disorder?”
Summary: Tommy doesn’t know what he did to deserve this, to have someone fight for him, but at what cost? Lines had begun to be drawn in the sand by people he barely even knew.
Word count: 2718
Fic notes: Title is from “Toxicity” by System of a Down’s
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“What now?” Tommy asked as they stepped outside the residential tower of Pearl’s base. Beneath his foot, the gravel crunched with every step and the smell of fresh flowers dotted the place eased his nerves. It was a lot of information to learn in a short period, not including learning that his mother was alive or that his uncle and mother were watchers. Tommy felt like he needed time to process everything. To fully grasp the severity of his mother’s past and to try and predict any possible bad endings this world could come to. “Where do we go from here?”
“We go one day at a time,” Pearl answered from beside him, in her hands, she had a small bag of wildflower seeds. Now and then, she would take a bit out of the bag and scatter them along the mossy grass surrounding them, carefully picking the spots she thought could use a bit more detail. “I don’t expect you to act a certain way around me, nor do I expect any form of affection just yet. We’re going at your pace Tommy, don’t think you need to rush things if they make you uncomfortable.” Tommy felt his mother tousled his hair a bit. “I am perfectly fine just talking to you if that’s what you wish.”
Tommy gave a silent nod as they continued the tour of the base. It was incredible, he thought. Everything here was a strange and beautiful kind of foreign that he didn’t understand. Plants that never existed outside the Hermitcraft server sprang to life whenever they got near, some opened their petals from above them, letting their spores float around them and taking root in the ground. If someone had told him that this place was an alien settlement from Jupiter, Tommy would believe it, because it’s pretty hard to believe that his mother was the one to make all of this.
Across the cavern, a shimmering castle of sorts stood high atop the hill. The spires reached into the sky, leaving streaks in the clouds, and the foundations dug into the earth below it. Polished quartz glinted and the prismarine twinkled multicolored in the sun, giving the castle an ethereal kind of vibe. It was beautiful. Right below the castle was a kind of intimidating stronghold of deepslate and Blackstone, the copper brought his attention to the gate at the front.
“That is my friend Impulse’s base,” Pearl said and led him down the winding paths to the matching copper and Blackstone bridge that connected the two sides of the gorge. “He’s doing a whole dwarf thing this season and he’s taking on an ambitious project of excavating the mountain on the inside.”
“It’s not as ambitious as rebuilding a whole new biome from scratch,” Tommy nearly jumped at the sudden voice. Behind him was an average-sized man, a bit on the heavier side but he made it work, dressed in shades of black, dark brown, and yellow. His smile was easy to see in the carefully tended beard that jingled from all his little gold accessories braided in. “Hi, I’m Impulse, you must be Tommy, right? I met up with Scar earlier and he told me about you.”
Tommy shook the dwarf’s hand and gazed in wonder at the tour of the base. “I’m still working on the ceiling, the stone and dirt and stuff are coming down soon, but before that, I need to finish the hole.” Below the center platform, an almost empty hole stretched far into the earth. How long had this taken him? It couldn’t have been years, Tommy thinks, they move every other year or so. “This vine right here takes you up to Gem’s base, I’m also working on a better way to her pace that isn’t crimson vines.”
“Pearl! Pearl!” Flying in from the open gate, a woman–petite and thin with large branching antlers atop her head–stumbled onto the platform out of breath and worried. “I think there are some hermits who think Tommy is a glitched player! We need to talk to Xisuma or something.”
“What?” Tommy looked at the mystery lady.
“I overheard Jevin talk about a meeting to discuss what to do about Tommy,” She looked between the Impulse and Pearl. “We need to do something, gather everyone who knows about you and see if there’s a way to explain the truth to them.”
“We need to tell Doc then,” Tommy spoke up. “I don’t think going to the admin would help, something tells me he’s pretty upset about the lies Uncle G kept from him.” The three adults looked at the teen, each one agreeing with him. “I don’t have a communicator, so one of you is gonna have to tell him.”
Tommy knew that peace wasn’t going to last forever, he of all people should know that, but he didn’t know that trouble had already caught up with him. It wasn’t even an hour ago that he and his mother reunited, and here he was, standing once again in the middle of a potential war. He hopes that no one dies because of him.
From the bottom of the perimeter, the rest of the world faded from sight, only the large, imposing walls of the giant square-shaped hole could be seen. The bedrock beneath his feet was cold, even with his shoes on. Tommy could feel the never-ending cold from the void, rippling through the immovable blocks, as if it was trying to break it and swallow him whole. Around him, the walls faded into the familiar white blur that happens when things get too far to see, letting him know how big the giant hole was.
They had chosen the bottom of the perimeter to meet up for a few reasons. One, if they built a secret meeting room in one of the walls, it’d be impossible to see unless you were intentionally looking for it. Two, if they were to stand in the middle, those who were flying above or standing on the edges couldn’t hear them. And three, the Perimeter would be the last place people would look if there was a meeting of some kind.
Tommy looked around at the small group that gathered, each of them was there to protect him, to keep him safe from those they considered friends and family. On a small stage were Doc, Xisuma, Grian, and his mother. The admin wore a different helmet than the other one he’s seen, it was more like a face mask than a helmet. The sides stretched to only the edge of his face where two thick bands wrapped around the back of his head, securing it in place. He seemed tense, Tommy thought, a stark difference from the easy-going, and calm admin he’d come to know. (He’s still wary of him, no matter how comfortable he allows himself to be with him.)
Among the small crowd were the other two “Soup Group” members, as his mother called the trio, Impulse and the ginger woman–whom Tommy now knows her name as Gem. Iskall, Scar, and Stress stood to the left of him. Iskall’s arms were crossed as he listened intently to what the admin and Doc were talking about, Scar held a pen and notebook in his hands, taking down notes he deemed important. And though Tommy wasn’t the best when it came to literature, some words were misspelled and dotted in the paragraphs now and then. Stress kept her hand on his back, rubbing circles in the hopes that it would calm Tommy down. And it was working, but the looming anxiety returned when she stopped and paid attention to Xisuma.
There were even people there that Tommy hadn’t met, but were willing to protect him. One guy was tall, not as tall as Xisuma or Doc, but he still had some height to him. His hair was a pristine shade of white with some bits of light gray dotted in, a navy-colored mask covered the lower half of his face as he listened intently to what Grian was saying. Sometimes he would lower his head and whisper something to the guy next to him. The other man was shorter than the first, but so were a lot of people compared to Stretch, Tommy thought. He wore a green fuzzy cloak that bunched at the floor as if it was too long for him, it wrapped around him and just barely covered the white shirt and dark jeans underneath.
A total of ten people showed up to the meeting. Twelve people were willing to hurt their family if things went bad for a kid they barely knew.
“Unfortunately, we don’t know how many people are a part of them,” Doc said. “We know for sure that Cub and Wels are the ones who started it, how they found out about Tommy, we still don’t know, but we know that they think Tommy is a glitched player. We must assume that they’ll do anything to get him off the server.”
“By ‘do anything’ what are you implying Doc?” The white-haired guy spoke up. “Are you saying that Wels would kill the kid to keep us safe? Don’t you think that’s a bit harsh for both the kid and Wels?”
“Wels would because of how he lost his home world,” Grian answered. “I was there when it happened. A glitched player caused the downfall of his world and he almost died with it. Wels wouldn’t want Hermitcraft to end the same way, and so he’d do whatever he thinks is best to protect us.”
Tommy looked around at the group, how could they all be ready to fight for him? What did the admin promise them upon their victory? Wars had been started for less than what he was worth, Tommy knows that for sure, but what was the gain they would have? It confused the poor kid.
Most of his life had been filled with fighting against an enemy whose values and morals were vastly different than his, and usually, that was enough to justify the fight. Their ideas and promises had fallen through and Tommy was caught on the short end of the stick, forced to pick a side and lead troops against the other side. But here, where the whole server was a family, and corruption between them hadn’t torn them apart, Tommy was placed on one side and forced to fight. To fight for himself. (Which he doesn’t think is a good reason to fight.)
“So what’s the plan?” Iskall asked. It seemed like that was the only question left unanswered in the impromptu meeting of Tommy-Protection-Squad. “Do we wait for them to figure out where Tommy is and fight or?”
Xisuma shook his head, “We need to find out how many people believe in Wels and Cub’s agenda, from there we try to make peace with them by introducing Tommy to them. Hopefully, like that, they’ll see that Tommy isn’t a threat.”
“Hey! I can be a threat if I want to!” Tommy pointed at the admin. “And what if that doesn’t work and they try to kill me, eh? What then?”
“Then we fight,” He answered. “You’re a hermit now Tommy, and hermits protect each other. But as of right now, Tommy cannot be left unattended in case they try to hurt him. I have given you all schedules for when it’s your turn to be with Tommy.” Beside the teen, Stress pulled out her paper, names and times were written in order from breakfast to bedtime. His short time of freedom had come to an end. “I’m sorry that you can’t continue to work on your bases for extended periods now, but just think of this as a way to meet our newest hermit!”
The others around him chuckled and sent amusing glances toward him before they took off in different directions; which left Tommy feeling as if he was nothing but a toy being passed around in school. He understood that it was the best way to keep him safe, to make sure the hermits who wanted to hurt him didn’t get a chance, yet he couldn’t help feeling hurt that Xisuma didn’t ask him if it was alright.
He hadn’t known the admin for long, still wary of him especially now that tensions were high between him and Grian, as well as whatever happened with his helmet to make him use a mask instead. But Tommy believed that Xisuma was a better admin than Dream had been. So far the man had yet to ask him for favors, hadn’t yet asked him to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with, but there was still something about him that made Tommy shift in place when he glanced at Grian before he took off.
“Come on, Toms,” Grian hopped off the miniature stage and walked up to him, Pearl beside him. “It seems I have the first watch, you pick where we go.”
“We’re going to church prime.” Nodding his head, Grian grabbed Tommy’s hands and flew him up to the closest nether portal, hoping no one was on the other side when they went through.
The sun had begun to set behind them when they left the portal at Stress’s base. Nothing had changed much from when Tommy took up residence in her base, the chest monster was the same as it had been. Shulkers scattered the stone and andesite floors, items left hanging out of the chest and in piles around the wall of storage. Grass had begun to creep its way into the castle, small darts of green cracking through the gray like spiderwebs.
“Stress said you came here through her pond,” Grian asked. The two hadn’t spoken since they left Doc’s perimeter, finding silence better for their awkwardness.
“Yeah,” Tommy led him to it, the two-block deep water feature was as unassuming as ever. Small rocks lined the edges and kept most of the water in the pond and mobs from falling in, at the other end was a little waterfall that trickled softly into the larger body. Little fish took their time to bob and weave through the decorational–and mostly functional–plants that dotted the small area. “Apparently, I had spawned inside the dirt blocks at the bottom of the pond and was drowning when she and Iskall came to help. When they tried to pull me out, they said that there were like magic claws that were trying to pull me back.”
“Magic claws?” Grian stepped closer to the pond. The shorter blond man could feel the lingering magic that had transported Tommy from his other server, it was a cold magic, one he knew all too well. “Whoever did this was a watcher and they did this for a reason.”
“How can you tell?” Tommy asked.
“The magic used here was used by watchers of Lady Death, their magic has like a special signature to them,” Grian explained. “It’s different than Lady Irene’s just slightly, but enough to differentiate the two. But the bigger questions are who and why?”
“Which reminds me!” Tommy pointed to his uncle. “You have some explaining to do! Mum already told me her story, and now I want to know yours, bitch! I have a right to know.”
Sighing, Grian dusted off his pants before looking at his nephew. “Alright. Let’s go inside somewhere before the mobs start spawning.”
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Ok listen…in my defense, I just kept writing and I forgot to actually publish what I was writing. Buuuut on the bright side I have a few chapters already lined up and ready to go, I might upload those soon but who knows!
Thank you so much for reading! Critique and comments are welcome!
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grimaussiewitch · 7 months
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If I was to go into the timeline of how hermit!tommy fics were made, would anyone actually like to hear?
I read a few when they were first being made but I can dot down tropes, why it’s a thing and new ideas.
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