#dsmp x hermitcraft

[autistic-fandom-trash]

somewhere in these eyes (i’m on your side)

crossposted on ao3

this is my valentines day gift to the ethogirls <3

-----

Etho sat in the cool grass, scowling at nothing in particular as he cursed Scar under his breath. He only looked up when he heard a familiar set of footsteps approaching, turning to see Quackity—the morning breeze was pushing his raven hair to the side, revealing the cloudy blue of his scarred eye. He could almost have been an angel with how his honey-golden wings seemed to shine in the sunlight.

Etho realized he was staring and looked away quickly.

“Hey.” Quackity said, sounding tired but friendly enough.

“Hey.” Etho echoed tonelessly. “It’s over, y’know,” He added, voice a bit wistful, “You can go home now.”

“I guess I just wanted to see you.” Quackity responded thoughtfully.

Etho paused for a moment, processing what was just said. “I’m sorry I couldn’t win for us.” He admitted.

“It’s alright,” Quackity replied, shifting closer, “I didn’t either, so we’re even.” He placed a hand over Etho’s, their fingers interlocking gently.

Etho’s breath caught in his throat, heart racing.

“You alright there, Etho?” Quackity asked.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Etho replied, his voice sounding odd to his own ears.

“Y’know, I was thinking,” Quackity began, “Maybe you should visit Las Nevadas sometime.”

“Really? What’s like?” Etho asked.

Etho listened happily as Quackity talked about his city, and the competition seemed to lose its meaning.

[ladyddanger]

Ok but what if c!Quackity stole something of Etho’s during the competition so Etho would have to come and get it back?

[legendaryevokercupcake]

Update on the update (Part one, there might be more) (DSMP)

I'm now writing Hermitcraft crossover fanfic with this premise. I will explain how I got here as simply as possible, not because I think you're id10ts, but because I myself am an id10t.

#1: Sam taking good care of Michael would be cute

#2: Sam did not have food in the prison

#3: What if all Nether Portals went to the same Nether

#4: Michael somehow getting into the Nether

#5: Doc finds Michael in the nether because Doc looks like both Sam and Tubbo

#6: Doc tells Xisuma that there's a guy who's missing and this random baby Piglin is sad about it so if we could check up on that, that'd be great

#7: Xisuma just straight up asks Dream like a normal person, and Dream responds "Oh lol yeah I know where that guy is. He's in the giant prison over there!"

#8: Concerned Xisuma is concerned and tries to figure out if this guy is ok, prompting him to find out that this guy is literally without food and probably has been for several months

#9: Looney Toons style prison break

#10: Hurt/Comfort, but make it Christmas.

#11: And then Michael somehow gets to Hermitcraft, we don't ask how

[frombeyondtheblackhole]

Swap Fic Season 2 Chapter 1

Annnnd the first chapter of season 2 of my Hermitcraft DSMP Swap fic is out. It's called Give Me Hands to Pray With (Instead of Ones That Hold too Tightly).

[realitydisco]

Hello Tumblr, may I offer a Tommy in Hermitcraft series that is so good and is making me sob

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3175605

[allforhavoc]

i love this but also the fact that---much unlike the hermits---it is NOT family friendly over there.

so imagine the hermits do pass through, and all of the above is happening, but tack on the added element of the scoldings you just know would happen, or the jokes that the hermits would get to make; i could see them leaving it out of their videos, but the moment you head over to a DSMP member's POV... well, leave it to your imagination.

Grian going dead silent when someone curses, looking them in the eye and just staring. The few seconds of disturbed silence before someone clears their throat. They refrain from using inappropriate language around him at that point, mostly because what the hell was that?

I feel like there's a fair number of them who would ignore it to a certain extent.

Keralis, flirting with one of the members before they start getting too loose with their tongue. Politely asks them to stop (definitely showering them with praises and dumb little titles: princess, beautiful, etc. imagine the members' reaction to that alone).

Scar, who side-eyes half the things they say but often responds in kind. He makes innuendos and pretends he doesn't know it until someone brings it up, to which he exclaims, "get your mind out of the gutter!" His mind is also in the gutter. It's been there. Bonus the mixed signals when Scar inevitably starts taking his clothes off.

Tango, making up his own words and bewildering whoever he's hanging out with. The guy has redstone in his teeth---they're convinced he's slowly dying from poisoning and maybe that's why he's paying little mind to them. He would 100% influence them after some time, and suddenly you have the whole server (minus the hermits, who are used to Tango's peculiar dialogue) clapping "-ey" and "ificator" onto the back of a concerning amount of words.

Zedaph who doesn't give them time to even speak before he's whipping them into a lab or a self-made achievement that he keeps offering them a pumpkin for? The only curses heard happen behind closed doors, muffled as the crazy scientist himself fills a room with water, drops endermites in on them, and triggers redstone contraptions that just don't make sense, what is he doing with these?

the sheer impact these people would have on each other would be so entertaining to watch.

enough “dsmp goes to hermitcraft” aus. we have evolved past this. more “hermits are unwillingly dragged to dsmp through multiverse shennanigans and then refuse to leave”.

grian goes on a griefing spree on a server where that’s somewhat normalised, and when it’s pointed out to him that permadeath is a thing on this server and could he please stop his response is “no <3″. scar goes to las nevadas and within three hours is shirtless, legally its owner, and sat atop a throne of diamonds. he has kicked quackity out; fundy is a little bit in love. bdubs is unkillable, not because he’s good at pvp or anything but because whenever he’s hit nothing happens other than him making a noise like a squeaky dog toy. tubbo mentions darkly that it’d be nice to give techno a taste of his own medicine re: withers, and doc has a wither skull farm that produces ten quadrillion skulls an hour set up before anyone can blink. mumbo is… building, and attempts to work out what he’s building have produced largely incoherent answers but there are potatoes involved and they’re filling up the l’manburg crater. also everyone’s doors have been replaced by piston mechanisms. rendog has assigned himself as niki’s loyal knight and sworn servant, despite her repeated protestations that she wants neither of those things. everyone’s pets are upside down and there’s a sudden absence of nametags in anyone’s chests and pearl is looking extremely innocent. tango has set up a carnival right outside of kinoko kingdom, and ravagers are involved. technoblade tried to take etho in a pvp battle and lost, badly and embarrassingly.

just. the absolutely phenomenal villain decay of, within a week of them arriving, dream and techno going from the scariest thing anyone on the server can think of to just- eh.

people are still kind of wary of them, but also like… there’s a creeper trying to put two withers in a box above the prison, and succeeding. he’s got a mechanical arm because he fought a god and won. the bird boy has access to a creeper farm now, and his inventory is full of tnt. the lmanburg crater is entirely full of potatoes. the werewolf has developed a scottish accent, and tina is using him as an attack dog. tommy and the dude in the moss hoodie are eating dirt together by the handful. the minigames guy with the red eyes is riding a ravager like a horse. no one has beaten etho in combat yet. there is not a single animal the right way up within a 10k block radius of spawn. phil is investing in cryptocurrency. the server has bigger problems to worry about right now than an admin and a pvp god, okay??

[fruggin-bitch]

CHAPTER 18 IS OUT AFTER A MONTH OF NOTHING <3

[bc-jpeg]

back in 2021-2022, I saw a tumblr post with dsmp and hermitcraft crossover topic (I couldn't find the post, unfortunately), and the point of this post was about the fact that mumbo could very well fit into the dsmp realities with a level of chaos on the server, plus an interesting interaction between c!dream and mumbo. it made the gears turn in my head and created this?? <:D

[poorlydrawnmcyt]

glareinnit again!! (is insane)

[if-you-feel-lonely]

How dare you leave this in the tags

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 >:)

[boobsoutforbeeduo]

Ctommy I will protect you to the ends of the earth

Design notes below the cut!

-He is a demon hybrid, similar to sapnap, but he has less demon in him, so he has no powers and the only evidence of it is visual and mental (he has slight demon instincts, which is why he is so ready too fight for minor offences)

-His earrings are handmade, specifically to look like the discs. He never takes them off, and has at least three spare pairs in case they ever break or get lost.

-His coat is actually Wilbur's, he took it while he was Ghostbur, and once Wilbur was resurrected he was too attached to give it back. Its covered in poorly-stitched holes from years of use by both two, and Tommy never stitched up the holes through the front and back from when Wilbur was killed, claiming they are 'special' holes. The only changes he made to it besides some repair, were adding a new (not torn) L'manburg flag and some pride flags.

-Two of his fingers are missing, and one of his toes is missing. His fingers were chopped off by Dream as a punishment while in exile, and his toe had to be amputated after getting severe frostbite while hiding by Techno's house. He is also covered in scars on his legs and arms (as well as a few on his torso), but none are visible most of the time due to him wearing Wilbur's coat.

-Underneath the coat he, of course, wears his classic red and white tee. His shirt drawers consist of multiple of that shirt only, and the only exception are long-sleeved versions for winter.

-He keeps his hair long, because while in exile he wasn't able too cut it, and he later realized he didn't like it short, so he stopped cutting it.

-The fur on his tail has a white streak in it too, which along with the streak in his hair only appeared after resurrection.

[autistic-fandom-trash]

don’t go outside, it’s dangerous tonight (without me right here by your side)

crossposted on ao3

-----

Etho stood on the balcony overlooking Las Nevadas, Quackity beside him, admiring the city lights.

“They look kind of like stars.” Etho thought aloud.

“I’ve never really looked at the stars much.” Quackity admitted.

“That’s ‘cause you spend so much time in the city,” Etho replied, “They’re a lot brighter further out.”

Quackity smiled. “We should go camping sometime.”

“Good idea.”

-----

“This was a terrible idea!” Quackity complained, shivering in their wind-battered tent.

“I know!” Etho laughed. “And for the record,” He added, “You’re the one who suggested it.”

“Well, you agreed to it,” Quackity responded, “So that makes us both idiots!”

“Yeah,” Etho said, still laughing, “We’re both idiots.”

“It’s cold.” Quackity murmured, shifting closer.

Etho giggled. “What else is new?”

“Oh, shut up.”

Was that affection in Quackity’s voice?

“We should rest.” Etho murmured after a long pause.

“It’s too cold.” Quackity murmured back, moving even closer.

“This might help.” Etho suggested, putting an arm around Quackity’s shoulders.

Quackity sighed, leaning comfortably against Etho’s side. He looked so peaceful there, Etho thought sleepily, the warmth of the contact slowly settling into his bones. Etho didn’t move. Quackity didn’t move.

[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!"

[d0not-disturb]

They are all best friends for life and you can’t convince me otherwise 😒‼️

BEFORE I FORGET GRUMBOT DESIGN MOSTLY (entirely) BY @weaselmcdiesel OKAY IM NOT A THEIF 🙏

[acidwolfhusky]

Something something Awesamdude's on Hermitcraft something something, I don't know. I just wanted an excuse to draw these two lovely creepers together <3

-I take art requests!! just send a message of your request and I'll get to it as soon as possible!-

[sleepyy-dakota]

Hello MCYTblr and all subtwts, I decided to make an MCYTtober prompt list for this year :D

I tried to make the prompts as generalisable as possible so hopefully many servers can feel included!

There is no wrong server for this list, so please enjoy MCYTtober :D