#hermitcraft x dsmp

[prismartist]

It's not uncommon for worlds to collide. Lines get crossed, voids meld, portals malfunction. And when gods and magic are far from few, it's easy to see why.

Still, when the Syndicate comes across five astronauts, tied together and floating rather calmly in the void, they're not any less surprised.

"Uh," Phil calls out, "hello?"

The astronauts––at least, they look like astronauts, though their yellow suits look too battered to actually work––turn to look. They blink, baffled.

"How are you standing like that?" one of them asks, ink-black eyes squinting. He clutches a dark purple egg to his chest.

"Like what?" Niki asks.

"You're just... standing," another astronaut says, this one mustachioed. "How are you just standing in the middle of the void?"

"We're walking somewhere," Connor says.

"Why, can't you guys walk?" Phil asks.

"Not to our knowledge," says a female astronaut. She's floating completely upside down, almost lying down mid-air, her head tilted back to look at the Syndicate. Her eyes are a solid color, like the one with black eyes, but hers are a bright silver. Between the two of them, they're extremely creepy. "And we rather like floating, to be honest."

Suddenly a look of recognition comes over Kristin, and She gasps. "Oh, you guys are the Boatem Hermits! You made it out!" She says.

"Yeah, we are. We did." An astronaut with a smooth American voice says slowly. "Wait, do we know you?"

"Not really. But I've seen you guys around. It's nice to see you're okay. I had complete faith in you guys."

"Thank you, lady we've never met!" another American astronaut pipes up cheerfully.

Phil leans towards Kristin. "Sorry, who are they?"

"Their world was crushed recently by the moon," Kristin explains. "I haven't had time to check up on them, but I wasn't too worried." She looks back at the astronauts––Boatem, apparently. "Are the others okay?"

At that the astronauts lapse into a somber silence. "We're not sure," the mustachioed one mutters. "We were all in a bit of a rush."

The rest hum in agreement, and then are silent again.

"Our world was destroyed too," Niki says. "I mean, not by the moon, but by a nuke."

"Ah, classic," the first American murmurs.

"I... guess? But we get it, not knowing if... if there's anything, or anyone left. It's kind of scary."

"Yeah. But I'm sure the rest of your friends got out fine," Phil pipes up. "I mean if we all did, then surely they did as well."

"This sheep also survived." Connor gestures to Rosie. "If a sheep can survive, so can the rest of your friends."

"That's... strangely very comforting," the black-eyed one says.

"Thanks."

"Well, I hope you all get to the next world soon. I'm afraid we have to keep moving, but I will see you guys around." Kristin turns to the Syndicate. "We should keep going."

"Will they be okay staying here?" Niki asks.

"Oh yeah, they'll be fine. They've been around for longer than you guys have."

"Oh yeah, we've been doing just swell here, all things considered!" the second American assures. Upon closer inspection there appears to be a sleeping cat in his helmet. That's... normal. "You can just toddle on your way, don't mind us. But thank you for your words of wisdom, random void passersby!"

"Sure thing dude," Connor says, giving a thumbs up. Rosie baas.

"Alright, well. Nice to meet you guys," Phil waves and chuckles as Kristin leads them away.

"Bye!" Niki does the same. The astronauts all wave and say their farewells, and soon they're merely another speck of dust in the endless black.

Distantly, the shrill shriek of the black-eyed astronaut rings out, "Wait, we don't even need suits!"

#i saw the void at the end of the stream and was like oh. oh i *gotta* bring boatem into this #dsmp #dream smp #hermitcraft #hermitcraft x dsmp #hcxdsmp #nihachu #philza #connoreatspants #trixtin #grian #impulsesv #goodtimeswithscar #pearlescentmoon #mumbo jumbo #mcyt #hermitcraft s8 #prismatic writing #dream smp spoilers

[give-grian-rights]

Hermitcraft Fic Rec!

HELLO. i have hundreds, HUNDREDS of hermitcraft fanfiction bookmarked and living in my brain without rent. Breaking this up into categories for some of my PERSONAL favorite fics in the fandom- including categories for shipping, crossover, and worldbuilding.

Some of these fics are from 2019 but generally speaking you don't need knowledge of past seasons you should be able to pick up on just about all of them. a lot of these are mostly included BECAUSE they're older and therefore, harder to accidentally stumble upon. put in no particular order.

If your fic is on here and you'd like it removed, send an Ask with the fic, a dm, etc

World Building

The Parting Glass / To Pass The Jungle You Have To Go All The Way Around - Sekrap.

Doc has been trying to forget. He has done everything everyone told him he should do to make the memories go away. And still the jungle calls for him. / He was a monster. Then, a man. Now, a machine. Doc, once a normal Creeper, was not meant to live. Let alone become a Player. He learned to speak, he learned to fight, he learned to build. Some things stayed the same. aka- the Domestic Creeper au.

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Carpet Trick - CrazyCatMeow

You all know the double carpet trick right? What happens when that joint with a tired mad scientist meet.

Mob hybrids can't see carpets <3 extra silly and very lighthearted

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Window Pane - blueticked

Tango and Impulse discuss the brand new presence of Helsknight.

It's not a coincidence that all the evil personas have red eyes.

Tango is a Hels, struggling with self-acceptance and his place in Hermitcraft, which was never meant to be for him. in my head ALL THE TIME

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"I know" - KindaJustHere

Bdubs was used to death. He was used to being killed by his fellow hermits. He was very used to being killed by Grian. Maybe a little too much.

(This is based off Grian’s episode 61 of hermitcraft season 7 where Bdubs says “I know” and shoots himself) BDUBS SELF ESTEEM ANGST!! Griangst !!!! Emotionally fucked up Grian from YHS !!

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Hiss and Scratch - TheNerdyTurtle96

Doc is a mad scientist who isn't afraid of anything. Actually, that's not true. His only weakness is cats.

exactly like it said it is . SO GOOD AND CUTE

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For the Record - Anonymous

Tango shrugged. “Yeah, I guess I did. Xisuma’s teaching Impulse some Galactic Standard so he can cheat at enchanting or something. Apparently Xelqua’s, like, some sort of god in Xisuma’s culture? It was kind of unclear, I wasn’t paying attention when Impulse told me.”

“Huh,” Grian said vacantly. “How about that.”

oops! Grian is Xisuma's god. amazing

____ GrianMC - SixteenthDays

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Techno says frankly.

“You know,” Grian says again. “Your- Watchers.”

Techno squints for a moment before understanding visibly dawns behind his eyes. “Ohhh, you mean Chat?”

(On watchers, and Watchers.)

This IS technically a crossover but its more worldbuilding than anything else. its literally so funny. i love it

Crossover

These Days I Don't Feel Like Myself At All / Mercury (No One Can Unring This Bell) (Series Ongoing) - RoguishOne (DarkWolfMoon)

TommyInnit had died. Again. To Dream. Again. And it sucked exactly as much as he thought it would because he'd wanted to move on and have a chance to actually live this time. Seems he won't be getting that.

Then he gets pulled out of Limbo, but he doesn't wake up back in the cell with Dream or next to his bed on the server. He doesn't wake up on the Dream SMP at all.

Little does he know that this is the least of his worries.

i want to scream and cry and hypervenilate thinking about this fic series. literally cannot recommend it enough. your life will be ROCKED. THE WRITING IS SOOOOO OGOOOD . i just want to shake. i cannot put into words what this fic makes me feel.

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Shells in the Foam (a Hermit!Tommy fanfic) - Cedarwhisp21

When Dream attacks Tommy in Logestshire, Tommy runs. Badly injured, he somehow manages to slip between worlds and wakes up in a badlands biome, on a server far from home, with no other players in sight.

The Hermits are surprised when a new player logs in, and confused when no-one's at spawn. Five days later, after waiting for the new player to introduce themselves, Xisuma uses his admin abilities to access their coordinates. He takes Impulse with him to welcome the new player to Hermitcraft, but instead of the beginnings of a base, they find something a lot more concerning.

NEEDS NO INTRODUCTION. the NUMBER ONE kudo-ed hermit fic . by my beloved. and using the one of the beloved au by pertrichormeraki . its so good and im sooo glad i was here for the ride of seeing it unfold <3

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let me give you a piece of my mind - Interjection

Dream and Grian practice building for MCC, and hold a conversation in the process.

Or,

Grian gives an outside perspective on Dream’s actions. Dream is having none of it.

Grian is a fucked up lil guy <3 Dream is a piece of shit

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He would not die - Nicoforlife

If phil could save only one person from this place, that would be enough.

Tldr I made phil a watcher :)

Watcher Phil and Grian !! ! !!

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Scared as hell - Nhi_theuserof_this

Grian was one of the closest people to Fundy at this point. He wants to be honest, really, but with the rest of his family history being a total train wreck, he spends an awkwardly long time dancing around what he wants to say.

Tldr; Grian is Fundy’s uncle, Fundy comes out to him

OK SO THIS ONE. WAS BASED OFF ONE OF MY AUS but i had to include it. ok .short and sweet

It was just a game - QuasarsFaults (UNFINISHED)

Taurtis Has been on the server awhile now, he's made new friends, a really tasty toritos shop, a new job working with Concorp, and he's even made this really cool pirate rollercoaster. So why did his and Scar's idea go so wrong?

OK. so i honest to god cannot remember if this is my au or if i just partook in it. i think its my au. who knows. either way seeing this again makes me want to work on my own Taurtis-Became-a-Hermit-Instead-of-Grian fic

Shipping

heartfelt confession - mysteryguest

it shouldn't come as a surprise to iskall, he thinks, when he finally settles on a term that feels just right. and yet, it is. and it's dreadful, feeling that urge, that need to tell someone, without knowing if they would accept you or not.

at least he knows the person he can trust the most with this info is his boyfriend, mumbo.

non-binary and bigender Mumskull !!! coming out. finding identity. finding pronouns.

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I Hate You (I Promise I Don't) - BewitchingNotes

If someone asked Grian why he was relentlessly pranking Etho now that he was finally back in Hermitland, he'd say it was just for pure fun.

To Etho, it meant Grian was mad at him.

To everyone else, Grian had a huge crush on the redstone user and obviously didn't know how to communicate it.

OR: Grian just wants Etho's attention, Etho misreads this as Grian being mad at him, Grian thinks Etho hates him because of his pranks and everyone else just wants these boys to communicate properly already. Grian's love language is pranks...i love it

____ A Study Of Love in the Universe Itself - 2point5

Love had a strange meaning on Hermitcraft, where everyone loved each other. 

OR

Joe looks into the different ways he loves some of his fellow members, and what that means for him as a human.

ITS A SERIES TOO AND ITS SOOOO GOOD i love it . Joe x Cleo x Bdubs x Etho . what more could you want. and their sexualities and how they perceive love is . OAUGHHGHGGHHGHGHBHGHFHHVIJXFSHDF IUSDHIUSAHDUIA

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft fic rec #fic rec #hermitcraft fic #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft x dsmp #hc x dsmp #hermitcraft headcanon #hermitcraft worldbuilding #hermitship #mika-posts

[unicorn360draws]

Well...I keep forgetting I have Tumblr so here's a post on a maybe fanfic idea

#tommyinnit #tommyinnit fanart #grian #grian fanart #hermitcraft #hermitcraft x dsmp #dsmp #dreamsmp #yikes fandoms are iffy now

[mayflowers07]

Is it controversial to say that I think Hermitcraft pulled off the “everything blows up and the world ends in a catastrophic event” season finale better then the Dream SMP did?

#if I’m about to be attacked for this know I use the block button liberally #dream smp #hermitcraft x dsmp #hermitcraft #moon big #hermitcraft season eight #Hermitcraft season 8 #mcyt #mcytblr

[pitruli]

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))

#reshie.art #hermitcraft x dsmp #hc x dsmp #hermithunt au

[tacom-literatureu-blog]

Ren shot out of bed drenched in a cold sweat, just as he had every night since he moved from his comfy and cozy doghouse, and into the too big, too vast, and too freezing Crastle.

With shivering hands he pulled on his night robe of the finest red silk, tying it taut around his waist. And yet the shiver didn't cease.

Perhaps, he thought to himself, a walk around would do be some good. Get the ol' blood flow pumping again. So with his new goal in mind, he also put on slippers made of the finest furs. And of course, he couldn't forget his crown of the finest riches on this side of the Gigaverse.

Fine furs, fine silks, fine wine, fine dining.

And yet, a not so fine Ren Diggity Dog.

He crept from his bed chambers and out into the cold hall, the stone walls and floors doing nothing for insulation. "Note to self-" He grumbled, arms folded across his chest. "Have BDoubleO install a freaking heater. Or a jacuzzi. A royal jacuzzi."

He paused, halfway down the hall.

"You're talking to yourself again." He chuckled to thin air. "Maybe Chat's right, I do need a vacation. All these royal decrees are messin' with my noggin'."

Ren continued puttering about, slowly descending down the stone staircase, until he finally found himself in front of his throne. He heaved a heavy sigh as he plopped down on the velvet cushion, chin against his hand.

"Doo do do doo." He mimicked the fanfare of trumpets, trying to find a sliver of joy from his day being crowned. But weeks had passed, and the theatrics turned to dullness.

"Not so fun being King, is it?"

Ren shot out of his throne.

He turned his head left. Right. Every which way until his neck throbbed.

"Okay, it's official. I need a vacation." Ren gulped. "Or a freakin' Xanax, if I'm hearin' voices."

A chuckle pierced through the air, and when Ren swiveled around, he found a figure standing right behind his throne. All he could make out was the crown.

"Ghost!" Ren exclaimed, falling backwards onto his butt. "Call Joe! Call the fire brigade! Call my mama!"

Another good natured laugh came from the translucent figure. She circled around and stopped in front of Ren's throne, a tight smile on her white face.

"There’s more to ruling than a crown and a throne, you know."

The hackles on the back of Ren's neck raised. "Who-who are you to tell me what a ruler is!? You're a ghost!"

"Correction, I'm YOUR ghost." She said, sitting down. "Like how that's MY crown."

"Wh-?" Ren reached to touch his crown, and suddenly it felt sticky. "No- no! BDubs made-"

She quirked her brow. "If you knew the crown had once belonged to another king, would you have ever put it on in the first place?"

Ren opened his mouth to protest.

But he knew she was right.

Pushing himself to his feet, Ren stared up at her. "What do you want?" He asked, trying to sound tough, despite his tail tucked between his legs and trembling hands giving him away.

"I want you to stop." She said, quite firmly. "Before it's too late "

"Why should I?!" Ren exclaimed. "Roads- roads are being built! The economy is back to normal! Why should I stop now?!"

The figure rose. She took the sunglasses off of her face, so her pale, white eyes could stare directly into his soul.

"Because," she whispered, the room thundering. "It was never meant to be."

#not tacomlu #SORRY I HAD BRAIN ROT #peer reviewed by chambers #rentheking #renthedog #rendog #eret #dreamsmp eret #the eret #hermitcraft #dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #hermitcraft x dsmp

[fryingpan1234567]

PART 1- Hermitcraft/ DSMP/ Life Series crossover AU

as excited as I am to write this, I’m a little terrified XD. some of it isn’t very good, but I hope you at least enjoy the character dynamics! there are SO MANY CHARACTERS- there has to be a p2 TvT

for @barley-hopkins

happy reading! ~ It’s been six months since a green portal opened up in the sky of Hermitcraft and dumped the entire Dream SMP into their world.

At first, things were hectic. Thankfully, Dream didn’t have any weapons… unfortunately, neither did anyone else. The Hermits, well along in their builds and season, weren’t quite sure what to do with a bunch of warcrime-committing psychopaths.

X and Tango’s rushed solution? Babysitting.

Every Hermit was assigned an SMP member or two, and they were allowed to do whatever necessary to keep them in check. They were only allowed to get materials if their Hermit allowed them, for the sake of everyone’s safety, until they could figure out how to get everyone back where they belonged- because sadly, as soon as the last SMP member hit the ground, the portal disappeared.

Some of the SMP/ Hermit pairings looked weird, but they really all made sense. Maybe it was rushed, but X wasn’t stupid. Really there were only a couple questionable ones.

It wasn’t like they were all complete strangers. MCC was obviously a thing, Puffy and Zed are siblings, Jevin and Charlie as well, Doc and Sam are cousins.

Still. There were struggles.

~

“Tommy, toss me that-?”

Mumbo was clocked in the head by a flying comparator, luckily not falling off his scaffolding. He did not catch the block.

Tommy, from the ground, was laughing. Hard. He hadn’t exactly meant to hit his mentor… but he wasn’t complaining about it either.

“Thomas,” Mumbo huffed, rubbing his head. “Thank you for guessing, very good job, but hand it to me this time, please.”

Tommy, still giggling, got up from where he was sitting on a chest and went to retrieve the dropped block.

Of all the groups, Tommy and Mumbo had taken some of the longest to warm up to each other at first. Well, at least Mumbo did- Tommy still saw him as an older brother from the one time they met, but Mumbo wasn’t exactly sure what to do with a raccoon gremlin child who was also a traumatized war veteran and has died several times.

Still, Mumbo warmed up to him. He could tell that for the most part Tommy meant well, and he was even able to coach some of the swearing and arsonist tendencies out of him.

It was also a plus that, because Philza was the only one the Hermits trusted, he flew around the server to check up on people and give advice to their poor Hermits. Tommy loved Phil (Phil was his dad, after all), and Phil was able to show Mumbo what not to do to trigger Tommy’s PTSD too badly.

Mumbo was still pretty much useless with panic attacks, but he’s at least good at distracting him. Plus he was very pleased to admit Tommy’s stressful/ depressed days were much fewer and farther between than the beginning of their interactions. Mumbo hoped he was contributing to that, but it might have just been the safe and (relatively) calm vibe of Hermitcraft.

He did not, however, trust Tommy enough to let him gather much more than iron armor and the blocks he wanted for his house, which Mumbo had to approve first. Maybe he was starting to like him, but that didn’t mean he was willing to get his head lopped off on accident.

Tommy retrieved the comparator and climbed up the scaffolding beside Mumbo. “Whatcha workin on, Big Man?” he asked, blue eyes wide and curious. Despite Mumbo’s best attempts, Tommy still couldn’t do redstone for shit.

Mumbo grinned, snapping the block into place. “A prank for our friend Grian.”

“Ohh, that’s why we’re over at his place,” Tommy said, sitting down on the scaffolding. Mumbo noticed out of the corner of his eye that the kid had chosen to sit worryingly close to the edge, but he tried to dismiss it.

“Mhmmm,” he hummed absently. There was a moment of silence as Tommy watched him work, but his nerves got the better of him. “You might want to step away from that edge, yeah?” he tried. It was windy and he’d hate for something to happen- no SMP members but Phil were allowed elytras.

Tommy’s bright smile faded, and his eyes dimmed. He glanced down at the ground, far below, fingers tapping methodically right on the border.

He shrugged. “I’m fine. I like high-up places.”

Mumbo sighed, setting down his materials and joining Tommy on the floor. He looked nervous, like he was afraid Mumbo might be mad or even attack him.

Phil had told him about this. More times than anyone would like, Tommy had spoken aloud about or even attempted to end himself on the SMP. Mumbo had hoped that hadn’t carried through to Hermitcraft, but he unfortunately had been proven wrong very quickly.

“Tommy,” he said, trying to make his voice sound as calm as possible. “Come sit in front of me. Away from the edge.”

Tommy hesitated, but scooted over to sit cross-legged in front of Mumbo, mirroring him. He pulled his hands into the sleeves of his blue sweater nervously.

Mumbo smiled, recalling what Phil had told him to do at times like these. “Can you tell me about the SMP?”

Tommy’s face darkened considerably, and he twitched as if remembering being shot in the chest from the revolution. Or maybe he was recalling trying to save Tubbo from Dream. Maybe even imagining the last time he’d died, in that cell…

“Tommy,” Mumbo whispered, poking him in the knee. “I only want the good stuff. Singing with Wil and the other L’manburgians outside the van. Training with Techno and taking naps on Steve. Exploring with Tubbo. Tell me what you love about your home.”

Tommy came back to reality, remembering where he was, that he was safe. He smiled at the memories, although he wasn’t sure how Mumbo knew all that.

The two of them ended up sitting on that scaffolding for hours, exchanging stories. Their prank was ruined when Grian and Wilbur discovered the half-finished trap and its culprits, but none of them really minded.

All Mumbo cared about was making sure Tommy knew he was safe. Killing for objects and possessions was a thing he’d never have to do again; he’d make sure of it.

~ If anyone could keep Dream himself out of trouble, it was his rival admin.

Yeah, X took Dream. It wasn’t like he wanted to, it’s more like he didn’t want to hand that responsibility to anyone else.

For a while, they barely spoke to each other. Dream had to follow X around the whole time, but X was too nervous to do anything important, so… they were kind of stuck.

But X, being that ever-polite man he is, offered to help Dream build his first house. They couldn’t fly anywhere and they obviously couldn’t be separated, so that meant walking everywhere.

That also meant becoming the strangest pair of friends in… well, probably ever.

That, however, did not come easy.

“Dream!” How X managed to lose the most dangerous man on the server was beyond him, and while he trusted Dream at least a little by this point… he had to admit he was a little bit nervous.

Right as he ducked under a tree to check the forest, someone dropped right on top of him, flattening him to the ground.

Dream’s playful laugh filled the clearing.

“Dream-“ X wheezed, managing to roll over even with the other admin on his chest and pushing uselessly at his legs. “Off. You scared me!”

“I thought you were a better babysitter than this, Zuma,” Dream teased, standing and offering X a hand. He hauled him to his feet, only just managing to contain his laughter.

X dusted himself off with a huff. “I thought I didn’t need to anymore,” he grumbled. “It’s time for lunch.”

“Oooo, sweet!” Dream skipped off towards his little cave/ hut that he and X had spent days perfecting. It was half in-half out of the water, and full of green froglights. Dream was very proud of it.

Xisuma went after his friend with an affectionate sigh. Since the landing, it was a tradition between the two of them (at first forced upon Dream by X, but now it’s more enjoyable) that they’d have lunch every day together- food they prepared together, tea, and meditation. Sometimes other groups joined them.

It was to teach Dream to use his hands and mind for something that wasn’t malicious, although X didn’t tell him that.

Dream was already rummaging through his and X’s joint kitchen by the time he got there, sporting a neon green apron with flower patterns on it.

“Whaddaya think, X?” Dream said cheerfully as X removed his gloves to wash his hands. “I personally am leaning towards mac and cheese, but maybe you’re willing to put forth more effort than that.”

X shrugged. “Sure. I’ll start on the tea. Dandelion again?”

“You know it.”

The one thing Xisuma and Dream could successfully collaborate on is food. Building together was decent enough and caving is always an absolute disaster, but cooking they can both do easy- especially when they’re working together.

“So,” X hummed as they sat down at their coffee table, cross-legged on a couple of pillows on the floor. “Topic for today: what was the number one thing you hated about the SMP, so we can never do that here. Not a person. A habit you all had.”

Dream paused shoveling food into his mouth to think. If people were ruled out…

“Maybe…” He trailed off, trying to think of how to phrase it. X sipped his tea patiently- sometimes it took a moment to answer. “We fought. All the time. Which is fine, it was fun sometimes, but… it was usually over possessions. Land, and… discs.” Even after all this time, Dream still got twitchy when talking about Tommy’s discs. “I just don’t want to do that anymore, I guess. I lose people over it, and that’s more important,” he finished.

Xisuma thought on his words for a moment, methodically stirring his macaroni. “Do you think it matters less here?” he asked.

Dream nodded aggressively, nearly dropping his mug.

“Good.” X smiled genuinely, and Dream grinned back. “Don’t worry, friend. You’ll never have to fight over something as dumb as one item ever again.”

~ Maybe putting nine people, three poly relationships, in one place was a terrible idea. It was like the weirdest triple date in history… especially because they weren’t doing normal ‘date’ things.

They were pranking Docm77 and Technoblade.

”How are the creepers coming along?” Tango whispered into his communicator, where the rest of the group was on call. He and his SMPers, Sapnap and Sam, were crouched on a ridge near Doc’s base, keeping watch.

From one of the other ends, Impulse replied. “Karl’s almost blown himself up ten times, but Ponk is actually doing decent.”

“I’m doing more than decent, thank you!” Ponk suddenly interjected. Somewhere in the background, an explosion and high-pitched scream went off, followed by Impulse’s familiar laughter. “Karl!”

“Don’t kill my boyfriend,” Quackity added, joining the call.

“Nobody’s boyfriends are being killed,” Zed assured. “Q and Foolish and I just finished the gift box. Any sign of them?”

Sam checked his spyglass again. “Doc and Techno are farming tridents, it looks like. I’m a little scared.”

“I’m also scared. We’re pranking the man who has the dragon on a leash right now,” Sapnap whispered harshly.

Tango grinned. “Part of the fun. Might steal her later, too.”

“Bad plan,” Impulse and Zed deadpanned simultaneously. The three of them descended into some sort of argument about good plans, the other six forced to listen.

A gift box, with a bow and everything, filled with creepers. Not terribly original, but still hilarious, in Tango’s opinion.

It was a plus because, since team ZIT all had to take two people, they had each other to help manage them all for a few hours. And the other people dating each other got to hang out, which was more than Puffy and Niki could say for themselves recently.

When do you think they’ll be done? Sapnap and Karl’s communicators went off from a message from Big Q.

Sap covertly glanced at Tango, who was furiously whispering at his boyfriends that he makes the best plans. I’d say a while. Think we’ll get busted?

Techno would totally kill us for this, right? Karl asked. He was conveniently hiding in a tree from the six creepers aggro’ed on him, Ponk laughing at him from below and not helping in the slightest. Impulse was too busy laughing at his partners’ bickering to pay much attention.

Quackity grinned and waved at the tree he knew Sapnap was perched in from his place on top of the fake present. Zed was also whisper-shouting into his communicator, but Foolish was messaging on his as well with a dopey smile.

They argue worse than us, he messaged Sam and Ponk.

It’s cute. I think they’ll get married one day, Sam immediately replied. I’m so bored. Maybe we can convince them to do a sleepover tonight.

Will they say yes if I let Karl get decimated by these ten creepers? Ponk messaged. Sam and Foolish both giggled at that one.

Hopefully.

Maybe it’ll be a plus.

Unbeknownst to them all, Techno and Doc were well aware of their presence and plan. Gathering tridents was simply a cover-up for their own plan- and it seemed to be working.

“Are they still up in that damn tree?” Doc mused, hacking down a drowned.

Techno stabbed another with the (technically forbidden) borrowed sword Doc let him use. “Yeah, I can hear them arguing from here. What exactly are they trying to accomplish?”

Doc pointed at the present, which was barely visible from where they were, the three standing on top of it, and three more just emerging from the forest with an army of creepers.

Techno snorted, tossing a damaged trident back into the ocean to despawn. “Idiots. That’s a bad trap.”

“Bad stealth mission,” Doc agreed.

The two of them had gotten along pretty well from the beginning, pretty much unsurprisingly. Techno had taken an interest to the way Doc viewed laws of physics more as suggestions, and Doc was thrilled to be working with an actual PVP and war god.

Doc had listened to Techno’s stories about the SMP- apparently, disappearing into the mountains with your dogs and polar bears and father is an invitation to fuck with you. Thankfully, Techno just seemed to want away from all that- not to even the score. That made him easy to trust.

Doc let Techno do whatever he wanted with the promise that if he did anything wrong, he’d be tossed into whatever prison Doc could come up with- and that wasn’t an inviting concept.

“They’re moving, they’re moving!” Techno whispered excitedly. The three that had been spying on them through the trees took off towards the present, where the other six had gathered with all the creepers evidently inside.

He and Doc snuck around to a blindside. None of them noticed.

Techno lit a piece of TNT while Doc cut a hole in the wall. They tossed it in and ran- five seconds later, nine death messages filled the chat, followed by Hermits and others asking what happened in a panic.

The culprits, well, they were congratulating themselves on a foiled plan and extra kill points. They promptly went off to find a polar bear that could be Steve 2, unconcerned with the crater and half blown-up present box on their property.

Tango, Sapnap, and Sam had ended back at their base, thankfully. Zed, Quackity, and Foolish spawned where Zed’s last challenge had been, and Impulse and Ponk and Karl had been the unluckiest- a respawn anchor on the Nether roof.

They were all furiously messaging each other, asking who had set off the TNT… and the rest of the server had some pretty good entertainment by that for the rest of the night.

~ When Etho found Ranboo, he was sitting on the ground, playing with a sand miniblock and talking to his “chat”. Etho still wasn’t really sure what that was, but Ranboo assured him it was harmless.

So was the kid, honestly. Etho had chosen him because he could tell they gave off similar vibes- quiet, funky hair, doesn’t love people all that much aside from one sunshiny short brunet.

He’d been right, of course. Ranboo was chill, although those purple particles floating around and talking to him all the time were admittedly a bit nerve-wracking.

“Hey, Boo Boy,” Etho hummed, leaning against the doorframe.

Ranboo sat right in the middle of the glass atop the moss farm, his usual cloud of particles buzzing about the room. Maybe Etho was crazy, but he thought the nearest one to him was screaming something like “LORE??” in a tiny, high-pitched voice.

Ranboo didn’t exactly… have a mouth, but his eyes scrunched as if he were smiling. “Hey, Etho!”

“Hi.” Etho couldn’t stop his own smile from spreading beneath his mask. “Bdubs and Purpled wanna go caving. How does that sound?”

“Sure!” Ranboo popped up, scattering a cloud of particles that almost sounded like they were laughing.

There weren’t many people on the- well, honestly either- server that were taller than Etho. X, Doc, and Technoblade. And Ranboo. Which was baffling although not surprising (he is half Enderman after all), if only for the fact that he’s a kid. 18. Literally what. Kids shouldn’t be allowed to be taller than immortal people.

But that’s okay. Etho builds his doorways tall anyways, but Bdubs’ section of the house was a bit more challenging.

“ETHOOO! SAVE ME FROM THE CHILD!”

Speak of the devil, a familiar voice came screeching down the stairwell and someone rammed into Etho’s back. He knew who it was without having to turn around, although he wasn’t sure how concerned he should be. Bdubs once hid behind Etho for four hours because his SMP member, Purpled, had parked his alien spaceship over the Monolith and Bdubs didn’t want to be abducted. He’d once hid for five after Purpled put a purple bed in an otherwise all-pink room. Etho wasn’t sure where on the threat scale they were at today.

“YOU CAN’T ESCAPE ME, MOSSY BOY! I’VE GOT SHEARS AND I WILL STEAL YOUR TINY MYSTERY FLOWERS IF IT’S THE LAST THING I DO!”

“Help,” Bdubs begged, hugging Etho around the waist. Ah yes, Glare blooms. Apparently, Purpled needed to steal them.

Ranboo peeked over curiously, although he was mostly occupied with his chat, which had turned rainbow colors- he’d explained to Etho that those were ‘emotes’.

The alien himself nearly fell down the stairs after Bdubs in his haste, nearly running straight into Etho shears-first. Etho caught him.

“Hey, Purpled.” he raised an eyebrow as Purpled hid the shears behind his back and grinned nervously. “Tormenting a Hermit? Do we need to get X?”

Purpled’s smile dropped. “No,” he huffed. Etho held out his hand, and he dropped the shears there in defeat.

“I told you, I’m a Glare!” Bdubs said indignantly, still buried in Etho’s side. “They’re just flowers! And they hurt if you cut them off improperly, so why don’t you-“

“You’re a Glare? Like a Moonbloom?” Ranboo interjected as Purpled and Bdubs stuck their tongues out at each other. “My husband is a Moonbloom!”

“Very nice, Ranboo,” Etho sighed, tucking the shears into his inventory.

So Bdubs and Purpled hadn’t quite figured out how to get along all that great. Not every pair could be as perfect as Etho and Ranboo, but they did have their moments. Whenever Purpled got itchy about building for too long because that’s all he did working at Las Nevadas, Bdubs was always happy to take him somewhere else to destress. In return, Purpled was sometimes less stubborn about bedtimes. Sometimes.

And then there was Etho and Ranboo, who worked in a way that didn’t need revision. Ranboo was happy to lay around and watch Etho work, asking the occasional question, and Etho sometimes took him to hang out with Tubbo and Scar- he really liked Jellie. When Ranboo had panic attacks or dissociated, Etho was surprisingly good at just… sitting with him and letting the kid exist in such a concrete presence. It’s proven to work pretty well.

All in all, though, Hermits on their own are terrible for caving. SMP members made things so much more… interesting.

“We’d better get going,” Etho sighed. “Ranboo, grab the torches on your right, yeah?”

“Okay!” he chirped, opening the chest and leaning in.

Bdubs unstuck himself from Etho’s side, but didn’t let go of his hand.

“Thanks for the help, sweetheart,” he grinned, leaning in. “You’re my hero.”

Etho huffed out a laugh, securing his mask so Bdubs wouldn’t get any ideas. “There are kids in the room, sweetheart,” he teased.

“Yuck,” Purpled deadpanned to prove his point, Ranboo sidling up next to him.

Bdubs blew a raspberry at him. “I can be mushy with my boyfriend! Leave us alone!”

“They can’t do that, love,” Etho whispered. “We’re stuck together, remember?”

Bdubs pouted. “Boring. Maybe after they go to bed.”

“You literally go to bed before any of us.”

“Whose side are you on?”

~ Aside from Phil, there was one other person the Hermits nearly completely trusted: Captain Puffy.

She was allowed whatever gear she wanted, including an elytra. Between her and Phil, it was like the two parents of their server were able to help out the Hermits whenever they needed.

However, she had a murder on record. Therefore, she still needed a babysitter.

Who volunteered? Well. He’s arguably the dad of his own server, so it really made sense.

“Puffy!” Sometimes Keralis called her other names like Poof or Fluffy, affectionately of course, but today it looked like he was sticking to the real thing.

He hopped onto the mini pirate ship she’d built in the river just below his starter place, and it rocked precariously.

Puffy poked her head up from below. “Hey, Keralis! What’s up?”

Keralis clung to the mast, waiting for the ship to stop moving. “Stressy asked if you would like to see Niki and George. I need to go over there for some things anyways.”

“Sure!” Puffy never missed the opportunity to see her girlfriend. Unfortunately it didn’t happen very often- several times she’d sulked about it not being fair how her brother got both his boyfriends AND babysat people in a relationship together. Zed only laughed, which had earned him an elbow to the ribs.

So Puffy and Keralis took off towards Stress’s place. It was balanced a little precariously atop a cliffside, but it wasn’t too high up. Puffy thought it was adorable how Niki and George had built little teacup houses to match Stress’s pot.

“Stressy!” Keralis sang as soon as they touched down. Puffy let him go hang out with Stress as she went to go find her people.

George and Niki were a little deeper into the forest, patching up what looked like unfortunate creeper accidents.

Well, Niki was working. George was asleep under a mushroom, leaning against the stem with his sunglasses over his eyes.

“Morgenliebe!” Niki called as soon as she noticed Puffy. “What are you doing over here?”

“I wanted to see you,” Puffy grinned, pulling her in. Niki had to stand on her toes to peck her on the cheek.

It was mornings like these, where the people from the Dream SMP could forget about the wars and death and life system, that everyone enjoyed the most- even the Hermits, Keralis had once told her.

It had been months. It was honestly doubtful by this point that they’d get back to their own server, especially because no one was trying to get that to happen.

Death counts, killing for sport, stupid object-possessive fights- all that was in the past.

The SMPers were supposed to heal with the Hermits, make genuine friends, fix broken relationships. They’d eventually move away from the Hermits, a little south, build their own village.

But it doesn’t work like that; it never has. Good things don’t last.

Along with several Hermits, more than half the people from the SMP were once again sucked out of the life they’d become used to and dumped into a new place. This time, it wasn’t a good one.

Etho.

Tango.

Bdubs.

Dream.

Tommy.

Puffy.

Scar.

Niki.

Ren.

Cleo.

Sam.

Ponk.

Grian.

“Welcome to 3rd life: an experimental hardcore server. You have three lives. Good luck.”

#Hermitcraft #DSMP #hermitcraft x dsmp #mcyt #3rd life #life series #team ZIT #foolsamponk #karlnapity #puffychu #ethubs #mumbo jumbo #tommyinnit #xisumavoid #xisuma #dream #dreamwastaken #tango tek #impulsesv #zedaph #karl jacobs #sapnap #quackity #technoblade #docm77 #ethoslab #etho #ranboo #bdubs #purpled

[if-you-feel-lonely]

Can you imagine if we had dream SMP members in a series with those from Hermitcraft and Empires? More specifically, a double life-esque thing?

Well I have, so you're going to as well.

Phil, who survived five years of hardcore Minecraft, with scar, who survived five minutes of Hermitcraft season 9

Eret and Ren is just a very fun duo, I think

Grian and Wilbur - just two little guys

Tommy and Jimmy, who are relentlessly bullied by Grian and Wilbur.

Jack and Doc - a robot guy and a redstone guy. I think their characters would be very interesting together.

Schlatt, who swears in every sentence and Mumbo, who hasn't sworn since 2009 /exag

Techno and Lizzie. The blood god and the literal cat girl.

Tubbo and Katherine, he was a bee, she was a flower girl, can I make it anymore obvious? but platonic

Ranboo and Joe Hills. I haven't watched very much of Joe's content, but I think they have some similar vibes

I can rant about this idea, I can run with this-

If I get bored and I've finished my requests, I'll deffo be making this into something >:)

#lonely speaks #dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #hermitcraft #empires smp #trafficblr #life series #double life #hermitcraft x empires #hermitcraft x dsmp #hermitcraft x dream smp #empires x dsmp #empires x dream smp

[katiky-png]

gem and calla baker buddies 🥺👉👈

#THEMB #BAKER BUDDIES BRAINROT ARJKSHJDA #mcyt #mcytblr #kat's au #katart #q #geminitay #geminitay fanart #callahan fanart #callahan #dsmpblr #dream smp #dreamsmp #dsmp x hc #hc x dsmp #mcyt fanart #hermitcraft x dream smp #hermitcraft x empires #hermitcraft x dsmp #dsmp #dsmp art #dsmp au #dsmp fanart #hermitcraft fanart #hermitshipping #hermitshipblr #shipping #hermitblr #hermitcraft

[theunexplainable]

Everyone keeps talking about "Grian would be Tommy," or "Grian would be Wilbur,"

Nah. He would be Foolish my dudes!

THEYRE BOTH THOUGHT OF AS GODS FOR ONE

TWO, FOOLISH USED TO BE EVIL, AND WATCHERS ARE THOUGHT OF AS EVIL BUT HE STOPPED, HE RAN AWAY

THREE, BOTH LOVE BUILDING!

And fourth, Grian likes pulling pranks and causing chaos, yes, but he doesn't like it if the people he's pranking aren't okay with it, and usually helps fix and damage caused!

MANS WOULD SEE EVERYONE HURTING, TRY AND GET THEM TO STOP, AND AFTER REALIZING THAT THEY DIDN'T WANT TO STOP, WOULD JUST MCFUCKING LEAVE! HE'D STICK TO HIMSELF BUT HELP OUT CLOSE FRIENDS SUCH AS MUMBO OR SCAR!

#grian #hermitcraft #mcyt #hermitcraft x dsmp #unexplained writing #mcyt foolish #foolish gamers #good times with scar #scar of the good times #hc gtws #gtws #gtwscar #mumbojumbo #mumbo jumbo #tommy mcyt #wilbur dream smp

[sans-theskele-oof]

i had a dream that hbomb and purpled joined hermitcraft. tubbo was also there, as an established member. scar died within four seconds of the tour

#hermitcraft x dsmp #dsmp x hermitcraft #hbomb94 #purpled #tubbo #gtws

[barley-hopkins]

You know what i think would be cool? 

One of those dsmp healing with the hermits type fics but once they are almost done with their healing arc they get sent to one of the life series. Having to once again deal with a limited amount of lives in a server where the members will unalive each other for a single piece of sugar cane.   

#hc x dsmp #hermitcraft x dsmp #dsmp x hc #dsmp x last life #hc x 3rd life #I couldn't write it myself sadly #trafficblr #If one of yall write something like this. please tag me. #I want to see it #Just a bunch of fluff. Then boom A N G S T

[give-grian-rights]

btw im Not Normal about how i think c!grian and tommy would get along. because we have the pre-collab assumptions and the collab interactions, which were with the cc rather than c, but is there nonetheless .

like i have talked about this LONGGG ago like pre-november 16th events, long ago, but . okay so i think they are ALMOST found-family insufferable brothers

like. Grian is a biiiit standoffish from Tommy, however he meets them in any au, but still does his Grian thing. there's three ways Grian usually is when it comes to big personality people. get along like a house fire while also torturing them lovingly (scar, bdubs), start war everyday of their life (doc), or are baffled of (joe) . i think he teeters between the second and third one with Tommy

but it's hard to say because of the BIG DIFFERENCE between different era of tommy. pre-exile and post-exile tommy are. big changes.

i think pre-exile tommy, would grate Grian a bit. The yelling, the stealing of riches, he's probably a bit in-your-face and gets into your personal space, something that i feel like can only be initiated by Grian for him to be comfortable with, and so on . Grian would one-up him, find small ways to make him pay back for damages and the like, maybe avoid.

post-exile tommy, Grian would egg on a bit. probably quite literally, give Tommy an inventory of eggs and send him on a task to devourer someone's base in chickens. Tommy would be more standoffish, a lot more tired, paranoid, hoarding small things and hiding in mines. any base he would have would probably be some hole in the wall he found in a corner of a giant megabase. Grian would give him chests of iron axes, pickaxes, etc, that he'd collect from leveling up villagers. Tommy would never use them, but he'd appreciate it.

i loveee Grian a lot but overall, BUT since it's me, and im . ill . and am considering the overall lore of Grian's character through multiple series, i don't think my interpretation of Grian would really be the main pillar of support for Tommy. they're to similar, yet clashing if considering yhs-evo-hc history for c!Grian, i think he would be reminded WAY to much of himself if he saw post-exile Tommy. He'd be alarmed and off-putted by pre-exile Tommy in the beginning, but would be able to adapt to him and see the soft, fun and supportive nature of him. post-exile he could get along with and care about, but i don't think could be the one to help him .

is this anything

#long-post #hc x dsmp #hermitcraft x dsmp #hermitcraft x dream smp #grian headcanon #tommyinnit headcanon #dsmp tommyinnit #yhs grian #evo grian #grian lore #mika-posts

[joehillssimp]

Anybody else think about how Wilbur and Scar both get call Icarus and both have an interesting relationship to Grian.

Like, Scar and Grian are friends yeah, but the Life Series. Icarus and the Sun are drawn to each other, over and over, it's an old tale. It's a tragedy. And we watch it play out a hundred different ways a hundred different times. Drawn to each other like a moth to a flame, if the flame could love the moth. They thrash against the chains fate has set them in, crying as the wax melts and burns and scars the skin, forced to long for closeness doomed to devastation. Doomed to repeat the cycle until the audience, until the Watchers are satisfied. And the watchers are never satisfied.

Then there's Wilbur, who looks up to Grian. Seeing him as a beacon of light, in a way, strives to become him. The heat from his TNT and the fire of freedom burning inside him almost as hot as the sun itself. And as he tries to use that updraft to fly towards his goal, the heat of his own life and of the one he's trying to achieve are too much, melting his wings and sending him crashing into the sea. Those wings he crafted becoming a lead weight on his back, pulling him into the darkness. And Wilbur is a survivor. So if he cannot bath in the light of the sun, he will adapt to the cold and dark of the sea. Wing shifting to fins just like Sally. Now, with his wonderful voice, and plethora of charms, he drags any he can down with him. For if he can't have the sun, no one can.

#hermitcraft x dsmp #grian #wilbur soot #goodtimeswithscar #blaze has spoken #can you tell i'm obsessed with icarus? #and hadestown #dang does greek mythology hit differrent

[mayflowers07]

So Grian is with Wilbur and Phil, Mumbo is with Tommy, and now Tubbo is with Scar, so which Hermitcraft member do you think Ranboo is going to break mcytblr by streaming with?

#Hermitcraft #hermitcraft x dsmp #ranboo

[constellation-sapphic]

Hi idk if I’ve said this here before but I’m obsessed with the idea that everyone on hermitcraft is a hybrid or non-human of some sort, and that on dsmp it’s only humans, so that in any crossover it’s just this Guy (gender neutral) suddenly in a world of stuff they’ve never seen before and they’re confused and a little terrified

This is also why Turn The Lights Off by Tally Hall is part of my hermitcraft playlist on Spotify

#hermitcraft x dsmp