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poorlydrawnmcyt · 1 year
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glareinnit again!! (is insane)
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ti-girl1226 · 3 months
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The reason Tommy didn’t take his pain meds
I’m sure by the title you can already tell but this mentions medicine and addiction, addiction is a mental/physical disorder that many people have or are suffering from. If you need help please contact someone for that, and if you are clean Im happy and proud of you. Anyway I was feeling a bit sad and went back to my dsmp stage so you get hermit Tommy because I’m like that. I hope you enjoy :)
Tommy has always been a bit of a hassle when it comes to recovery. Grian and the other hermits knew that. And it was always an issue. But this time there’s been something was different, he acted strange when stress gave him the pain meds and told him to take them in the morning for a week. Tommy shifted and awkwardly took it. He seemed apprehensive, like he hated them and couldn’t trust them. The next few days Tommy would be flinching when putting pressure on his wounds and he thought nobody noticed. But the hermits slowly noticed over the days, and when Tommy didn’t come out when he usually did. Grian grew suspicious, so he went to look for him. When he entered the house he looked around and eventually got to the kitchen, that’s when he grew more concerned. The meds stress had proscribed were untouched, but that’s not the only thing, they were sitting on the highest shelf far back where even Tommy couldn’t reach. It was strange. But then Grian heard something that made his stomach drop. A faint whimpering coming from Tommy’s bedroom. Grian didn’t think and quickly ran to Tommy’s room, Tommy was curled up on the floor crying. He was holding the area around his injured sobbing. 
“Tommy?” Grian asks rushing to his side parental instincts kicking in. “What’s wrong? Why haven’t you been taking your meds? Are you okay?”
Tommy’s weakness shows through his tears “it hurts make it stop please make it stop.” He cries, Grian doesn’t know what to do except get him help. He quickly sends out a messages ‘Tommy hurt need help, where to go.’ The chat explodes with concern messages but through them doc with a reply ‘my house is fine.’ Grian waist no time scooping up the crying Tommy and spreading his wings and flying to docs residence. When he enters stress is already there and they take Tommy away too look at him.
“He’ll be okay,” says scar from his wheelchair while grian pieces infront of him.
“You don’t get it he didn’t even touch his meds,” the red winged man says as he pulls slightly on his blonde hair “why wouldn’t he want the pain relief? Why didn’t he take them? Dose he not trust us still? Why didn’t he take them?” Shouting form the medical room stops the man in his rambling.
“No no get away I won’t take it!?” A familiar voice yells out. Tommy need help is all grian thinks as he runs into the room the boy was in. His wings puffed out as he stands looking at Tommy as he plasterers himself against the wall across the room from stress and doc. It’s so similar to when he first landed on hermitcraft that it’s somewhat scary to grian. Did all this hard work to make him better not work? Has Grian failed, as a parent? (Why did he think that Tommy’s not his kid and Tommy doesn’t see him as his dad so why did he-) 
“We tried to give him pain meds but he won’t allow us, we tried explaining that it would help.” Says Doc snapping grian out of his thoughts. Grian looks at Tommy with concern walking up to him slowly and getting down this level (tommy is on the floor like curled up.) 
“Tommy, why won’t you take the meds? Did your perverse server do something to them while you were on the server?” Ask grian in a soft voice, calming down Tommy, slightly expanding his wings to block Tommy from seeing doc and stress who tried to give him the meds.
“No.” Tommy replies cowering slightly as his voice breaks.
“Then why don’t you want to take them?”
“I… I’ve been clean for so long I don’t want to fuck it up again.” His void cracks as he says it not looking at grian. If he was he would have seen the shock,anger and finally pity. 
“Oh Tommy you should have said something,” grian says bringing Tommy into one of his signature hugs raping his wings around him aswell. “I want you to know that we don’t judge you and the fellow hermits will try our best to help you on your journey. I promise you that everybody is proud of you. I’m proud of you.” Grian says tears daring to spill, he doesn’t move holding his hatchling Tommy tightly. Him and Tommy start to cry together. They are alone together doc and stress left a while back. Finally after a while and Tommy getting exhausted from the previous pain of his injury and the tears, yaws in the hug. He mumbles a few words that if grian wasn’t a bird hybrid he might have not heard “thank you dad.” Before falling asleep. Grian sits there tears of happiness staring to overtake those of sadness and he hold his new hatchling close to him. Tommy called him dad!
lol, was board and saw a thing about how cannon Tommy would have been a drug addicted at some point, I can see both the van times and after Wilbur’s death. But I thought how would hermits react to this especially Grian because I love father Grian vibes, and while writing thought why no make this the first time Tommy calls him dad to add a bit off fluff at the end. So lol if y’all want to do something like this then you’re good to go.
Edit- re reading this I feel like it turned kinda into a very slightly darker like possessive parent grian towards the end and I don’t know why
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manyminded · 25 days
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agere hermit!tommy (+ some reg hermit!tommy) headcanons!
I wanted to do just agere but I couldn’t help but set up Tommy’s character a little more…oops! headcanons under the cut
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Season: 10 (timelines? I’ve never heard of her) When did Tommy leave dsmp?: After his revival Is Tommy a hybrid?: yes, moth :] Who’s a little & who’s a CG?: little!tommy, cg!hermits
like most h!tommy fics, tommy ended up in hc by accident. the hermits themselves weren’t really worried - it’s 27 to one, after all. but tommy was. He put up an impeccable fight despite having no gear + numbers disadvantage anyways.
eventually it smoothens out and he becomes a “temporary guest” on the server “until they can figure out what to do with him” (sure. sure)
he builds his base out of cobblestone right on the world border. it’s a castle. cobble, because it’s his favorite block, and on the world border for two reasons - he’s a little insecure, on this server of grand building feats - and to stay hidden. he’s still wary. it’s instinctive.
the builders LOVE his base!! btw!! sure it’s crude and not that refined but no matter how hard tommy tries to conceal his pride/passion, they can tell. they try to subtly come over, give him resources/pointers/encouragement, etc etc. tommy doesn’t trust it (he does appreciate it, secretly. he won’t admit that to anyone [let alone himself] however)
Henry and Shroud have revived themselves. They have the same thing as Jellie goin’ on. They’re Tommy’s support animals <3 he doesn’t know know that it’s them, at least not consciously, but he named them after the old buddies.
now for agere time! mwehehe
Tommy’s been going “small” for a while now. Probably since pogtopia? he doesn’t have the words for it, never really did, but it’s been happening. he knows he’s not supposed to, but he can’t stop himself. (involuntary agere baybe!!!) He has a lot of unhealthy ideas around it - thinking it’s bad, mainly. a weakness.
he tries to hide it from the hermits. only doing it in the privacy of his own base, clutching a worn blanket in stubby and calloused fingers. he wanders aimlessly, babbling nonsense to himself. he hides whenever people find him during these moments. (Henry & Shroud try and protect him during these times.)
the first to find him is Bdubs. He came over to give some materials, and found a Tommy that is remarkably not-Tommy-ish. He catches on quickly.
Do the hermits have the words for it, either? Probably not, no. But that doesn’t matter. They’ve been across many servers, thousands of worlds, seen all the whims of the universe. They’re no stranger to this, even if they don’t know the terminology.
Tommy is mistrustful about this. He’s hesitant about showing this side of himself. He’s weak in this state - easy to take advantage of.
But this is Hermitcraft. They wouldn’t do that! Even if Tommy hasn’t internalized that, it’s true.
Tommy’s little self kind of has the inverse character development that his big one does. When he first finds himself in HC, he’s loud and reckless as a coping mechanism. Does he ever entirely mellow out? Not really. But the calmness does whisper in the waves around him. On the other hand - when he’s little, at first, he’s shy and quiet. Downcast. But as he gets more comfortable around the hermits he gets louder, braver, outgoing, and very silly.
Some of his favorite activities with the hermits: hiking (he gets to go in the MUD!! and play with BUGS!! and WORMS!!), building, making food, putting on puppet shows/plays, and in general just having fun! (most of these he’s just watching them do stuff. but, like, you get it.)
Stuffed Animal OBSESSION. he didn’t really have any in dsmp, but now that he has the space to express himself, he’s having SO MUCH FUN. multiple rooms in his castle are dedicated to his collection. The hermits love indulging him.
thinks redstone looks so so cool, REFUSES to learn how it works. like woaw prebby. you’re explaining 2 me what it does? hell to you! hell for one thousand years!!
has a pallet for warm foods, especially when small. angel milk, oatmeal, baked goods, you know. the one exception is ice cream (yummy!) and maybe candy
wasn’t very touchy at first, but now that he’s more comfortable, EVERY TIME he’s around a hermit he’s glommed onto them. It can be subtle, like hand holding, but more than not he’s koala-ed onto them. He’s defined them as “safe” in his head, so now that he’s around them more, the closer he is to them the safer he is.
very talkative. not usually words? Just random babbling. It’s how the hermits find him small most of the time - he’ll send random sounds into the server chat. Like “bla ba ba?” or “meep mrrp. grgrbr. pffff bla bla!!! keee!!!” and people are like. oh he’s baby let me fawn over him. he’s constantly blabbering. and like yeah the chat is just text but you can babble over text.
bedtime is HARD. he HATES IT and gets VERY FUSSY. it has to be SPECIFIC and WARM and NICE and PRETTY or he will NOT close his eyes!!! every hermit has a different way of handling this. and if the specific hermit does it different than the normal way they specifically do it it’s an AFFRONT TO GOD!!!
love love LOVES soft things. stuffed animals? yes. but also blankets, pillows, clothing, and secretly… fur. any hybrid hermits who have some are amazing because of this. He’ll fawn over them for hours, just petting them over & over.
loves the stars/nighttime. will stargaze for hours. it puts him into a trance, basically. probably because of the moth thing but like you know the stars are pretty !!!
that’s all I have for now. I hope you enjoyed :] I wanted a better concluding hc but I couldn’t think of one </3
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P.S. if anyone wants to add their own ideas please do so. Might do a pt 2 w specific hermits or w the rest of the bench trio if enough people like this
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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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ilexdiapason · 6 months
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Repostober Day 2 - if looks could kill (and i can tell you're trying)
Grian is separated from the rest of the Boatem gang on their journey through the void to Season 9. Instead, he meets a strange but inescapable moss-covered teenager, who insists on coming with him as he seeks to reunite himself with the rest of his friends.
For Day 2 we're looking back at a fic that kind of has the spoilers in the tags - I wanted to do a spin on Hermit!Tommy that didn't involve the traditional being rescued from exile business, so I picked a different Tommy entirely! This piece was in the works for several months because I started it as an exchange gift, and then the exchange had a sudden reshuffling, so I saved it for my friend's birthday instead. The extra time spent writing definitely felt worth it! I do think this is quite clearly from a time before I had a super strong handle on all of Boatem, but the Grian is pretty good, and I did my best to make sure he doesn't feel like he's one-note and doesn't care about anything but adopting Tommy, as people often lament. Maybe I'll rework it one day to touch up the dialogue - who knows!
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definii · 2 years
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It is 2am and randomly decided to redraw an old piece. @cedarwhisp I have risen and you may recieve. 
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My son,,,
https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/definii/646920143181594624?source=share
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mawofthemagnetar · 10 months
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DOLLHOUSE IS BACK BABY!
HELL YEAH! Chapter 16 is here! Enjoy!
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jadespeedster17 · 2 years
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Desert Nights
Summary: Scar is often good at entertaining people, he’s also Tommy’s go too on the Hermitcraft server for stories and watching him use magic. Scar for his part like it when the teen comes around to his shop. Today is no different, so he decides to tell the story of The Rouge and The Bird.
Notes: Takes place during Season 9 Hermitcraft.  Scar in my ideas is a sorcerer, people underestimate him, but he’s actually quite powerful.  Yes I was listening to Arabian Nights. This is Hermit!Tommy AU, and me just thinking of Scar being a storyteller like most Elves are.
Tommy walked into the large area of trees with the scent of cookies in the air. He had just finished a bit of his own base, and was taking it easy for a few hours so not to pull another muscle. That had been awful, Grian laughed and teased him, until Cleo pointed out he had done the same thing once. It had been funny to watched the other make protest noises. He gripped the bag Mumbo had gifted him and walked down the path of the Elven Kingdom. Admittedly he was happy Scar kept the pink, very manly color in Tommy’s opinion. He entered near the larger tree looking around the interior, “Scar!” he called out, “You here big man!?” he stepped up the stairs as he heard noise up there.
“Just upstairs!” came Scar’s reply, another sound of clanging no doubt the other was trying to sort things. Tommy had heard Scar was getting ready to start on his mega base, Tommy himself was still working on the blueprints for his. No rush though, he had enough time to plan and gather resources. He still needed to gather some deepslate for his shop, he found selling Sculk stuff was also a good investment, worth braving the deep dark. 
Turning the corner, Tommy found Scar digging into a shulker box muttered to himself, “I know I put my pick somewhere in one of these.” he heard the man grumble. That was one thing Pearl had been happy he hadn’t picked up from Scar and Grian, Chest Monsters. She put huge importance on organization and urged Tommy to do the same. It was shockingly helpful for his mind, and he found he didn’t lose things as often as he used to.
“Maybe if you put signs on them or color coordinate them?” Tommy said as Scar turned to him with a grin. “Ah but Tommy, where would the fun in that be?” he teased back, “Always an adventure I say, finding things you had been looking for days ago!” Scar joked a bit as Tommy rolled his eyes with a smile. 
Picking up the box to put it to the side and open another one Scar went back to looking, “So what bring you here? Need some more cookies? You and Mumbo both have rather enjoyed them.” he commented to Tommy as there was the sound of junk moving around. Putting down his bag near the door Tommy went over to him, “Nah already picked them up, and what can I say big man, they are poggers!” he grinned widely, whoever said no to cookies was not a good sport in Tommy’s mind. Also whoever said no to Etho’s cooking was also an ass. 
He picked up another box and started to help look through it also, “Which pick is it?” Tommy asked to Scar, who looked over at him and gave a smile. Hermits helped each other out, that was the first rule Tommy was taught here. They pranked and teased each other, started rebellions and resistances. It took Tommy time to get used to them, but after long talks with Xisumi he was getting back on his feet.  “It’s Netherrite, one with the most enchantments on it, remember the one I used in the nether?” Scar told him as Tommy nodded and got to looking with him. “Tango told me your drawing up plans for a Mega Base?” Scar asked to get idle conversation going as they were looking for his pick. 
Tommy gave an excited noise at that, “Thinking of going for a desert kingdom build, like the ones for your stories.” he told him, “Really inspired me.” a sheepish look crossed Tommy’s face, but at Scar’s wide grin he felt warmth to have the other’s approval. “Well always happy to give a bit of inspiration! One of my specialties!” Scar said proudly as Tommy snorted out laughter. “I’m sure it’ll look great either way, getting out of your comfort zone is always good once and while.” the praise was nice, Tommy usually only used stones in his builds. But taking on sand was going to be new, being it would be a very pale color pallet. 
But Tommyinnit never backed down from a challenge! He’d see this through one way or another. And... it was good to know if he got stuck he could always ask for advice from the other hermits. He never expected to be here now, chatting away to Scar about his ideas and listening in turn to the man talk about his theme park build he was going for.  When Tommy landed in accident to Last Life series, and Grian having to help him adjust to the game, he expected that to be the end. But after dying near the end, Tommy woke up to Grian and Scott figuring out where he came from. No one just randomly ends up in others servers, and Grian as an admin was usually very secure in his whitelisting. The two agreed with Xisumi to let him come to Hermitcraft, as Xisumi’s magic was the strongest out there.
Investigation was going on into Dream SMP last Tommy heard, something about the admin breaking many many rules. Not that it was his problem, Scott told him he would be called in to answer question, but other then that, he told the other to let the Admin’s Guild take care of it. 
Took some time, but Tommy would say he’s doing better than before. And his confidence was growing, sparing lessons with False had been a great stress reliever. And it was also more than fun here, currently he heard Ren might be trying to become king of the server, he grinned to himself wondering how long before Grian started a rebellion. 
“Found it!” Tommy said to Scar who turned back to him as Tommy pulled the pick out of the shulker box. Scar laughed as he went over grabbing it. 
“Thanks Tommy!’ Scar said back, “Thought I’d have to go make a new one.” he rubbed the back of his head with a embarrassed grin.  Tommy hummed at that, “And as soon as you would have you’d have found it.” he joked as Scar nodded in agreement. 
Sitting now outside as Scar had to gather some things, Tommy looked at him, “Can you tell me another story?” he asked curiously as Scar paused for a moment in his rambling. 
“Is that the reason you came over?” Scar asked in a teasing tone, “wanting to hear another story form uncle Scar?” he grinned as Tommy snorted shoving him playfully. 
Tommy looked at him with a smirk, “Gonna be like that big man, then why don’t you sing it? Stress told me you have an amazing singing voice.” he told him as Scar just grinned wider. Tommy sat back on the grass as the elf man gripped the vines. Scar always did love to tell his stories, Elves were story tellers after all.
Leaning forward Scar looked at Tommy, ”Oh imagine a land, it’s a far way place, where the caravan camels roam.” he sang to the teen his hand gripping the vines “Where you wander among every culture and tongue.” 
Scar pointed at Tommy and shrugged, “It’s chaotic, but hey, it’s home.” he sang casually walking over to him, “Where the winds from the east!” he waved his hand east then whirled around to the west, “And the suns from the west!”
He turned again and held up a glass shard, “And the sand in the glass is right.” suddenly it vanished from his hands as Tommy was grinning. And if he noticed Grian and Mumbo nearby also caught by Scar’s singing, he didn’t say anything. 
“Come on down, stop on by,” Scar motion for people to come closer, “Hop a carpet and fly.”  Waving his hand as yellow dust like magic swirled from it, “To another Arabian Night!” 
The magic swirled around creating the images of the story Scar wanted to create as Tommy found himself enraptured by it along with anyone else who decided to show up. Look when Scar tells stories, you didn’t just leave.  There was the image of sands as they entered to a large city near the ocean side. The sun setting as the cold night moon cast shadows over the cactus and sandstone buildings. 
“As you wind through the streets, at the fabled bazaars. Where the cardamon-cluttered stalls.” the person they saw through weaved through the streets of people, the chatter was dull as the clank of carts, jewels, and coins was heard. 
“You can smell every spice, as you haggle the price of the silk and satin shawls.” a cat jumped across the area taking in her mouth as necklace before the owner could stop her, jumping back over the roofs and gracefully making her get away. She jumped down and over to the shoulders of a man who had on just a jacket that showed off his chest and many scars on them. She handed him the necklace as he pocketed it and let her jump off his arm to the ground below. They watched as she sat down looking around for something else with bright eyes.
“Oh the music that plays as you move through a maze, in a haze of your pure delight.” they were now looking up red colored castle as up at the top was the king and his knights. The candles floated up to the top held by a magic of some kind.
“You are caught in a dance, you are lost in the trance, of another Arabian Night!”
On the throne was a king with red eyes and red gemmed crown to match as before him was another. His blond hair and intense green eyes looked to his king. Bending down to tell him something in a hushed tone. The King gave a nod as his right hand man left back to the other knights. 
“Arabian Nights, like Arabian Days!” The person turned to follow the knight as they spoke to each other quietly, no doubt relaying the kings information. “More often then not, are hitter than hot! In alot of good ways!”
Turning away from them looking out over the city from above and then out over the dunes at a person walking through them. A parrot flew over head as it flew down over the dunes and to the person. “Arabian Nights, like Arabian Dreams! This mystical land, of magic and sand, is more than it seems.”
Landing down on the shoulder of the person who looked at the map in his hands and out over the desert area. His eyes shone with determination as he pulled up his red bandanna and his wings ruffled when sand and wind hit them. “There’s a road that may lead you, to good or to greed, through the power your wish it commands!”
It follows the bird again as it takes flight and moves up over the area he’s looking out over as he keeps trekking on and turns to two others making their way through the sands as well. One having crystals around his head that gleamed yellow and green, then other looking to him as he checked on the flowers in the chests, the moon beaming behind them as they look to the city. “Let the darkness unfold, or find fortunes untold!”
The bird flew past them as they nod and make their way to the city together, and out over the sands again over oasis until it came to a cliff side where it’s owner stood with a gem in hand. The magic from it waking up the light inside a large dragon mouthed cave. “Well your destiny lies in your hands!” as the man stood before the dragon.
‘Only one may enter, the diamond in the rough!’
Holding out his arms the man grinned widely as magic swirled around him as he placed the gem into the dragon’s eye and a golden light was seen. “Arabian Nights! Like Arabian Days! They seem to excite, take off and take flight! To shock an amaze!” then the light faded away as the man entered the cave.
Over head the moon shone bright as the sands swirled around it, “Arabian Nights!” on it shone a cat like creature that held the moonlight in it’s hands. “Neath Arabian Moons!” the sun slowly rose as a bird held the sunlight like liquid in it’s own taloned fingers. 
As the sun rose the kingdom shone like a torch in the rays of light, “A fool off his guard, could fall and fall hard. Out there on the dunes.” and slowly the streets came back into view. 
And the story started, following the steps of the Rough known as Maven and his side kick, partner in crime, Jellie! And how he stole and charmed the Red King out of the Jewels of Destiny. And how he met his friend, Pesky Bird. 
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- Scar tells stories using memories he has from 3rd Life. Marven is him and Pesky Bird is Grian. 
- The Red King and his knights is obvious, along with the two trailing the arts of flowers. 
- Scar likes to play up the drama in his stories, but he always catches an audience with the other hermits when he tells them. 
- Might write out the story ideas with what Scar tells them lol. 
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mellohi-fi · 2 years
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Some happiness to offset the other ask: Thinking about the Tommy is originally from Hermitcraft AU again and.... Tommy but he's older when the Dream SMP starts, he's like 13 and raised by a bunch of idiot geniuses, having met most of his actual family a total of maybe four times when they visited for the last four birthdays. So of course, given the opportunity, he joins the SMP a bit later than he did in canon, wanting to spend more time with his primary family, despite his cool uncle Grian being awesome and the rest of his extended family being extra cool. And sure, maybe he's got some outlandish ideas, but he manages to help a lot better with damage control to a degree, helping to rebuild L'Manberg after it got blown up the first time. He couldn't stop the second time, not really, there was too much TNT and too little time. And when he gets exiled? He's smarter about things, keeping it hidden better, making safety contraptions just in case, and he survives. He ensures doomsday didn't happen, convincing Dream he'll be obedient if he leaves L'Manberg alone, and Phil can't bear to see the kid he barely even wanted to know so grief stricken again. And really, what are a couple withers? Those were easily dealt with. Then Dream tries to put Tommy in prison but Tommy, being a little older, 18 and still remembering fresh each lesson from his strange massive family, he breaks the whole thing, manages to fuck up the systems enough to which he can escape. Of course, when the time comes to put Dream in there? Who is he to say no to a little building project. He'd always loved redstone.
I absolutely LOVE the Hermit Tommy AUs where Tommy is just an absolute genius because of it. Every time you tell me about this, I am gnawing it so hard. A++++, it's so cool. Dismantling the entire prison system like legos
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cedarwhisp · 1 year
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alright hermit!tommy fans. Send me lore asks about SITF or any of my other fics and I’ll expand the universe a little
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alexbutevil · 2 years
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Dad!Mumbo would call Tommy "Champ" you can't change my mind
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correctdsmpquotes · 1 month
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tommy: three questions for you then, you know how you know how to ride a bike?
mumbo jumbo: i do.
tommy: do you know how to ride a car?
mumbo: i do know how to ride a car, yep.
tommy: do you know where grian lives?
mumbo: i do actually know where grian lives, yep.
tommy: why don't you plunge your car into grian's home, getting rid of him?
mumbo: i like my car, and i don't mind grian
tommy: yeah but imagine if your car had a grian in it, but he was in there forever.
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ti-girl1226 · 3 months
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“Yeah” - hermit!tommy
hermit Tommy blip because someone told me I did a good job on my last one. This is where Tommy may or may not get another parent, also he owns a flower shop because I said so. Also the meaning of the flowers are all at the very end I used google so if I got something wrong please tell me. Also ps I did do a little something for technoblade here, and he is briefly mentioned. Also remember this is cannon Tommy from the dream smp not any other series, and the relationship portrayed isn’t how I think real life Tommy and techno saw each other. Just wanted to make that clear. Also Tommy in his mind refers to grian as dad and if you want to read how I imagine that happen go to my page it’s called “The reason Tommy didn’t take his pain meds” it’s a bit darker than this one, but go read it it’s good.
Tommy sits on the on top of the flower shop he created, in the shopping district of Hermitcraft. He holds a small arrangement of flowers in one hand. Pink Carnations, they reminded him of his brother, technos, a friend’s acquaintance hair. The stories he told and the way he told him. The way he could use a sword, it was like it was a dance. Though the acquaintance isn’t here now, he wouldn’t even talk to Tommy in his dreams. He puts it in the back of his mind to make another arrangement for later. One that holds Acanthus, Pink Carnations, Bay tree, maybe he could add Valerian like he had with the arrangement that he is holding. He looks at the white Valerian, it reminded him of the white streak that used to be mixed in with his blonde hair, he remembers the time that the hermits offered to dye his hair. He remembered how happy he was when the streak was finally gone. He remembers the similar purple streak that Grian covered up. It reminded him of the purple Columbine flower that sits in the arrangement he’s holding. He looks at his arrangement as a whole the Pink carnation, purple Columbine, the Valerian, with the surrounding green of Ivy, and Basil. Tommy sits there zoning out thinking about the past, for a while, time move on as the sun rises over the shops, he hears the rockets and elytras going. He doesn’t flinch like he used to. 
“Tommy? Are you okay?” Asks a the familiar warm voice of scar, Tommy thinks Tubbo would have loved to have met him, they would have gotten along well.
“Tommy, how long have you been there?” A different voice asks. No Tubbo would have liked him more, Tommy thinks, he would have loved to rant about his redstone contraptions. Hell I think he’d never stop talking, me and dad (Grian) would have to pull Tubbo and Mumbo apart so they shut up.
“Tommy?” The voice of a father, or atleast who he considers to be a father calls out. 
“Yeah?” Tommy says turning to Grian, snapping himself out of his day dreaming. 
“You are tearing up, and you weren’t responding. Are you okay? I know it’s hard we can go back and tell the others to wait we don’t have to have a party if you’re not okay. We can do it tomorrow instead.” Worry is strong in Grians voice as he talks. 
“I’m good, just… remembering the past. Saying goodbye” Tommy says looking at the arrangement in his hand. He placed them down. 
“Pink carnation, purple Columbine, Valerian, Ivy, and Basil” say scar looking at the arrangement, there’s pity and comfort in his eyes.
“Yeah,” Tommy mumbles as he looks at it.
“Do you want a hug.” Asks scar. It’s weird, thinks Tommy, to be so venerable, he’s never gotten a hug from scar. Grian once ranted about how nice his hugs were and how even though scars usually in his wheelchair, scar would sometimes use the walking device that doc made for him, Tubbo would love to meet doc too. Grian told the story of how the very first time Scar got the device he went around and give proper hugs to everyone on the server who wanted one.
“Yeah.” Tommy says accepting the hug from scar. It’s warm and… homey, it reminds him of the cabin he grew up in, and how when it got cold him and his brothers would come together in a big group hug near the fireplace to get warm. 
Bonus  
After Tommy let’s go of scar he swears he sees an achievement pop up “new parent unlocked.” Tommy quickly rubs his eyes, and it’s gone. Maybe it was just him imagining things
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So the arrangement that Tommy is holding is supposed to mean something along the lines of “I’ll never forget you but I’m ready to move on from our friendship and I wish you well.” The Pink carnation meaning I will never forget you. Purple Columbine meaning Resolution. Valerian meaning Readiness. Ivy meaning Affection, Friendship, Fidelity. And finally Basil meaning Good wishes. this is for kinda the past of the dream smp Tommy moving on. The party that is mentioned is the one year of Tommy being on Hermitcraft. The second one was kinda an homage to technoblade with the Acanthus, Pink Carnations, Bay tree, and Valerian. Acanthus meaning The fine art, Artifice kinda referencing the Greek mythology that techno is known for. Pink carnation again meaning I will never forget you. Valerian meaning Readiness but this time more for the readiness that techno held both as a character but also a person. And finally Bay tree which represents glory.
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manyminded · 6 months
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alright, I’ll cave. I’m gonna write a hermit!tommy fic.
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darkmagic-s · 2 years
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and i can't help that the devil likes to come and rest his little head
summary: Your sweet devil came back to you, declaring his love and now, you were both kneeling in front of each other, holding each other so lovingly.
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When you heard the word 'devil', you didn't think of sharp horns and the colour red.
Instead, your own idea of devil came in green. Your devil was intelligent and handsome, with soft, curly hair.
Your own idea of a devil was Tom Riddle.
You knew of the evil deeds he had done, how he had framed Morfin Gaunt for the murder of the Riddle family and how he had ordered his Basilisk to kill that Ravenclaw girl. You knew of the dark magic that coursed through his veins.
He was cunning and determined. He wouldn't even think twice about using people for his own needs and throwing them aside once he had what he desired.
So, why were you still here?
It was a question you didn't want the answer to, in fear of driving him away, but it was a question that you couldn't help but to repeat in your mind. You doubted Tom would be happy upon hearing that question. You doubted that he would be overjoyed at the realisation that he didn't have a valid reason to keep you around besides—
Besides...
He had wordlessly pulled you closer, with his slender hands gripping your shoulders. He pressed your body against his, and you enjoyed how it felt so right. Despite him being whoever he was, this felt right. You didn't say a word when he moved his hands from your shoulders to sneak his arms around your waist. You didn't say a word when he rested his head against yours. You didn't say a word as you returned his embrace, noticing the way he exhaled, as if being in your arms had freed him from all his burdens.
You didn't say a word because you knew this was what he needed — you.
Whenever you thought of the why, it always ended up with the same reason. The same absurd reason. It was extremely absurd of you to even think that someone like Tom Riddle would even indulge himself in love, of all things.
A part of you hoped that he would, you really hoped that he would.
The signs were there, and everyone could see it. Everyone knew how he felt about you and how you felt about him, because it was obvious.
It was easy to notice his affection towards you when you would catch him staring at you more than once. He wouldn't even look away sometimes. He always looked as if he was trying to uncover something about you, to look into you deeper and more. It was easy to notice his affection towards you when he would randomly brush away the few strands of hair away from your face with the softest touch and when he would tuck your hair behind your ear whenever you were talking.
It seemed like he didn't know why he did what he did with you. Perhaps, he knew but he was scared to acknowledge it. It was funny to you, that you knew him more than he knew himself.
You waited for the day where he would acknowledge his own feelings for you, despite how impossible that would be.
As you stared at Tom planning out his ambitions and telling you about the world he envisioned, you were reminded once again that he wasn't for you.
You loved him, genuinely. You loved the thrill you felt whenever you were with him, you loved the danger of him and you loved that he was him. You even saw him as more, the Hogwarts prodigy, the perfect knowledgeable man and the gentleman who always treated you with the best care despite the things he had done.
You saw him as what he could be.
That was your problem.
He had stopped talking, and his attention was now on his book with his other hand holding yours. Your heart jumped at the his warmth now that you acknowledged it.
You pulled away.
He looked up instantly, staring at you curiously.
"What are we, Tom?" you whispered.
He blinked. "Why do you ask?"
"Can't I?"
"You were never bothered by us," he said, raising an eyebrow.
"That was before. It was fun before but now—" you swallowed, when you noticed his eyebrows furrowed. "Now, I've grown tired of it. You have a future planned out, and I have my own too."
He closed his book loudly, leaning closer to you. You could feel irritation coming off from him.
"And just what is your future?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"The future that I see?" you whispered. "One without you in it."
"You're leaving me?" he asked incredulously.
"I love you," you said, causing him to lean back, visibly startled at the three words that you had never said to each other, despite feeling it. "I do, and I've always been by your side with whatever you do."
You took his hand in yours. "I have a bright future for myself, everyone could see it, everyone says that, and I can't have that by staying with you, Tom. You know what you do, don't you?"
His jaw clenched. "This is about what I do? Do you want me to leave them all behind, then?"
"No," you said sharply. "I'm not asking you to change for me, I've accepted that it wasn't ever going to happen. I'm saying that I'm leaving you because our paths are different."
"You've accepted that it wasn't going to happen?" he laughed cruelly. "You've lost hope for me now?"
"Perhaps, I did," you replied, standing up. This wasn't going anywhere. You were supposed to just say it and leave him. "But why should you care? I'm not here to fix you, am I? That's not the reason you keep me around, is it?"
He pressed his lips into a thin line and you raised an eyebrow. "You were expecting me to fix you?"
"I know what I do is morally wrong, yet you never stopped me," he said quietly. "It was almost as if you liked me that way."
"Because I can't stop you."
"You never tried," he replied quickly, with a hint of desperation in his voice. What was he desperate for?
"It doesn't matter now," you hissed in irritation. He was making it harder for you. Could you even consider this a breakup if you were never officially together?
You stepped closer. "It doesn't matter now because I realise that as much as I love you, I'm in love with the idea of what you could be, not what you are right now."
"You..." you whispered. "You're an evil man, Tom. I wish you weren't. I wish you were the boy that everyone sees, that my parents approved of me to be with, that Slughorn speaks so highly of. Do you know how proud I am whenever he speaks of having connections in the Ministry and wanting to help you out in the future as soon as you get out of Hogwarts?"
You laughed humourlessly. "But you don't want that."
He whispered, "Your parents approved of me? Of us?"
"Again, it doesn't matter now," you replied sharply. You turned around and approached the door. As you held the doorknob, you said quietly, "I'm sorry that this conversation had to go this way. Goodluck with your Horcruxes, Tom. I know you'll succeed in being the greatest."
"I hope..." you continued. "I hope that I won't find myself facing the end of your wand one day."
A week had passed and you were glad to say that you were doing better. You did feel miserable after leaving him for good, but you started seeing on the brighter side. He wasn't meant for you and you weren't meant for him, no matter how much you thought you could change him.
He was your type, certainly. Intelligent, bad and cunning, but having him in your life wouldn't do you any good. You certainly had a thing for the broken things, but you knew the difference between fantasy and reality, and the reality was that he was going to stay that way.
Your friends had asked you what happened between you two. Other people did too, and even Slughorn, which was not surprising for you, considering he was Tom's biggest fan. You just chose to tell them that you both decided to take a break. You refused to tell them why.
You just hoped Tom was saying the same thing if he was asked these questions.
You did miss him, terribly. Seeing him everyday didn't help that feeling. You certainly did still love him, but you found other things to occupy yourself with, hence why you were doing better. Even when there were times you wished you never left him, it didn't matter and you didn't show it. Plus, you've always been good at pretending.
You were going to pretend until you actually feel fine and completely moved on from him, but you would catch him staring. Whenever you did, it was almost like nothing had changed. You hated that.
You weren't actually in love with him, were you?
Of course not, you loved the idea of him.
You loved that he was bad and powerful, that he was capable of things other people weren't.
You also loved that he treated you with care, listened to everything you told him and paid attention to everything you told him. You loved that he would remember things about you that you wouldn't expect anyone else to remember—Tom Riddle was never anyone else, was he?
Perhaps, you did love him, but you couldn't ignore the bad things he did and what he achieved to be.
You sighed as you closed the book you were reading. Despite that it had already been a week, not a day went by where you didn't think of him.
Weekends were usually your favourite time of the week, because you always had something planned, something to do. This week, however, something was different. Was it because most of your plans before usually involved him?
As you tucked your book under your arm, you bid goodbye to your friends, who cheerfully returned the gesture.
You noticed how their expression had suddenly changed to looking startled, how their gazes were now fixed on something behind you. You wanted to ask what was wrong, but your curiosity was answered when someone cleared their throat behind you.
When your name was uttered by the person behind you, by that certain someone, you felt that familiar feeling again. The thrill, the butterflies in your stomach and how your heart skipped a beat.
You turned around, meeting the gaze of Tom Riddle.
You noticed that you had gathered some attention from the people around you, but he didn't seem to mind. He looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face, but if you had to identify it, it would be anxiousness.
What would Tom Riddle be anxious for?
"Come with me," he said softly, stretching out a hand for you to take.
You glanced at his hand briefly and you couldn't help but to notice something was missing. Where's your ring, Tom?
"Please," he added urgently.
As you let your heart decide for you, you wordlessly took his hand.
You walked by his side through the many corridors and you were grateful to feel the warmth of his hand again, to feel his touch again. You didn't question him, you didn't want to.
To your surprise and horror, both of you stopped in the girl's bathroom.
You watched in fear as he murmured something in Parseltongue and you immediately retracted your hand as the entrance that led to Chamber of Secrets emerged. He turned to you, and you noticed that he was holding his diary in his other hand.
Your eyes flickered between the familiar entrance and him.
"I won't tell anyone about what you do," you whispered, stepping back.
He quickly held onto your wrist before you could take another step. "I'm not here to harm you. I would never even try to."
"Then why are we here?"
He slowly slid his hand down from your wrist to your hand, before letting it go and stepping closer to the entrance. "For you to change your mind."
He jumped down and you hurriedly stepped forward, watching his figure disappear into the darkness.
You were terrified, but your trust in him overpowered that fear.
You jumped.
You had clung onto him all the way to the Chamber, hands curled into fists and gripping onto his coat. Despite being here two to three times before with him, the pathway that led you to the Chamber would still scare you. You still remembered how you had jumped on Tom the first time you saw the Basilisk's shredded skin, thinking it was the actual thing. You also remembered how he had caught you effortlessly and tried his best to calm you down. Your heart jumped at the memory.
This was not how you expected your Sunday would go. What you expected was a Tom Riddle-less and Chamber of Secrets-less Sunday. Anything but your current situation.
You couldn't even stop the negative thoughts that were clouding your mind at the moment. He could easily kill you and leave you here, and no one would find you. He never harmed you before, and he just said that he would never even try, but you weren't together anymore. Things were different now.
Once again, you were pathetically hoping that he would change.
You let go of his coat once you both had entered the Chamber, slowly walking beside him now and resting a hand on your wand.
"Don't be so tense," he said, with a hint of amusement in his voice that got you offended.
"This is funny to you," you pointed out in disbelief.
"You have nothing to be afraid of. As long as I'm here, you have nothing to be afraid of," he said softly, with his voice now devoid of humour.
"You're not going to kill me?" you whispered, feeling slightly ridiculous now saying it out loud.
He pressed his lips into a thin line, as if you had just said something offensive to him. Perhaps it was indeed offensive.
"Is that what you think of me now?"
"I would dispose of me, if I were you."
"Fortunately for me, you are not me," he said, before looking at where you knew the Basilisk would be resting. "You know what to do, don't you?"
Despite your fear, you obeyed and immediately stood in front of him, facing him. "Why?" you asked urgently, afraid.
"I'm not letting it out for you," Tom murmured. "Please don't be so afraid."
You swallowed, once again placing your trust in him. You lowered your head and closed your eyes. Now that you had blocked out one sense, your hearing was heightened.
Tom was saying something in Parseltongue, and you heard the sound of the stone moving distantly behind you. You couldn't help but to step forward to where Tom was and grip onto his coat once again. You felt his hand on your back, rubbing it softly as an attempt to comfort you.
You heard something moving behind you and you wanted nothing more than to leave. Knowing that a historical beast was moving behind you, living, while you had your eyes closed was frightening.
Tom would protect you, right?
He said something in Parseltongue again and there was a few seconds of silence before he finally talked to you again.
"You can look now."
You slowly pulled away, hands still gripping onto his coat and lifted your head up to look at him, receiving a reassuring look in return. You turned around, flinching as soon as you set your eyes on the Basilisk, which had its deadly eyes closed.
"And why..." you swallowed. "Why is it here?"
"You said to me that..." he started, causing you to look back at him. "You told me that you love me."
You blinked, startled. "I did."
"Do you, still, love me?" he asked softly.
"Does it matter?"
"Yes," he said firmly. "Because I love you."
You sputtered and let go of him in surprise. "What are you trying to do?"
"Stay with me. Come back to me," he said, almost desperately. "Come back to me and I will leave everything behind. In fact, right now—this diary, my very first Horcrux, I will destroy it right here."
He said desperately, while holding up his Horcrux to show you. "I can be what you want me to be, just come back to me."
"This is quite rushed," you said softly. "Why are you giving up your dreams for one person? What happens when you regret it?"
"I won't regret it," he said firmly, jaw clenching. "You are not just one person. You're my person, who stayed with me throughout everything, made me feel the things I didn't expect to feel and—you understand me more than anyone else."
"So, please," he whispered. "Tell me... do you still love me?"
You nodded. "With my whole heart."
"Can I be yours—again?"
You nodded again, unable to find any words.
He looked down at his diary, with his thumb softly caressing the cover, treating his soul so lovingly.
"You said your parents approved of me," he whispered. "I couldn't stop thinking about that. I also couldn't stop thinking about how... how you said you love me. It hurt me when you said that you hoped you wouldn't be facing the end of my wand one day. It hurt me that it even crossed your mind. It hurt me more that—if I continue on this path, there's a possibility that that might happen."
"One whole week without you," he continued. "It made me feel like how life was before I met you—empty. I always thought having power would fill that void, but it seemed that... it only widened it."
"Until you," he said, looking back up at you. "I never felt empty with you, I realised."
He then threw the book behind you, causing you to turn around and look at where it landed, right in front of the Basilisk. You almost jumped, as you had forgotten that the beast was still there.
"The Basilisk's venom is quite deadly," he stated, looking at his diary on the floor. "Tell me this is worth it."
You turned to him and told him the truth without hesitation. "It's worth it, Tom. We're worth it."
You looked up at him longingly, and placed a hand on his cheek, loving the way his eyes fluttered at your touch. He then spoke in Parseltongue for the Basilisk, despite still looking at you.
You heard the movements behind you, and you refused to look. You found that it was better to look into his eyes, until—
"Tom?!" you exclaimed, when he fell forward to you and groaned in pain.
You tried to hold him up, and you gasped as he fell to his knees, still moaning in pain.
"Tom!"
"It's—" he choked out. "The soul—"
You bit your lip, feeling useless now knowing that there was nothing you could do to ease his pain. Seeing him in pain was a new sight to you and you hated how it hurt your heart to see him like this, the usually composed Tom Riddle, kneeling on the floor in pain.
You chose to pull his head to your shoulder, wrapping your arms around his neck in hopes that your embrace would make him feel better.
It wasn't until a few moments later you realised that he wasn't groaning in pain anymore, only letting out heavy breaths on your shoulder. He lifted his head, resting his chin on your shoulder as he said something in Parseltongue. Behind you, you heard a movement, then water splashing slightly and finally, the sound of the stone again. The Basilisk was gone now.
You pulled away and cradled his face gently. He looked at you tiredly and wrapped his fingers around your wrists.
"I've already destroyed the ring yesterday," he said softly, with his thumb caressing the back of your hand affectionately. "The diary was the last one. I wanted to be with you when destroying it, especially after finding out how painful it was."
Your eyes burned and you blinked your eyes several times. You couldn't help the tears that pooled up in your eyes. You tried so hard to pretend that you were completely over him, but then your sweet devil came back to you, declaring his love and now, you were both kneeling in front of each other, holding each other so lovingly.
"You're mine again," you chuckled, as a tear fell from your eye.
"I am," he confirmed.
You sniffled and laughed, earning a small smile from him.
"I've missed your touch," he whispered. "It always feels right being touched by you. It makes me feel..."
"Loved?" you supplied.
"Loved," he nodded, seemingly coming to terms with it. "Do you feel the same way?"
"All the time, with you."
He licked his lips. "Tell me—what is your future?"
You tilted your head, brushing his hair back gently. "One with you in it."
He sighed in relief, as his hands found their way to your waist to pull you closer. When he pressed his lips against yours and moved them passionately, you agreed wholeheartedly, it felt right.
When he pulled away, he didn't hesitate to rest his head on your shoulder with his eyes closed, finding comfort in your embrace. You smiled to yourself, seeing your devil in such vulnerability that only you could see.
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mochiimoth · 5 months
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just remembered my hermit Tommy au, and I am only going to explain it through memes for the foreseeable future.
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