#god save Xisuma

[awoart114253]

I love people that draw/write Evil x to be a teenager, because even if I personally see them as a manchild, all the edginess and tantrums just make so much more sense if he's 15 lol

[shepscapades]

Hey! i’m really into the dbch story and i was wondering if doc and xisuma ever tell bdubs the specifics of why etho lost his memories, cause if they do that is prime self blaming angst for bdubs

I’m inclined to believe they don’t. Actually (and maybe I should do a small comic for this so more people see it) I imagine, once a month or a few pass and they finally return etho to bdubs as reset, I imagine they are VERY serious about warning bdubs not to try to force Etho to re-deviate— they don’t go into specifics, but they probably tell bdubs that whatever happened had to do with something that was emotionally overwhelming, and that forcing him to redeviate/not letting it happen naturally could trigger the same error. They have no idea what could happen so bdubs needs to be very careful and let Etho find himself again on his own.

Whether or not bdubs gets impatient or can only go so long before he doubts it would be that bad if he tried pushing Etho in the right direction is another story.

But yeah. I don’t think Xisuma or Doc really… tell anyone that this happened. Etho’s error seemed like a very specific one-off scenario, so it’s not something the other hermits should be trying to avoid or be careful about happening to their own android friends, and the only thing telling people would do is make them worried about the situation. All they need to know is that etho was broken and that they need to be careful with him. I don’t agree with their decision to keep what happened to themselves but I understand it I think. Xisuma “i don’t want to worry the hermits” Void and Docm “eh this isn’t the first time I’ve replaced this arm, people won’t question it” 77

[waterfall-ambience]

do you think captain luna should try sending damien to new zealand

[undergoing-mitosis]

second reblog... i found most of these from pinterest! god hermitcraft chat is the best. (alt texts/IDs included)

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[zedif-y]

omg!!!! joel + "afraid" maybe???

Joel isn't afraid of water.

He grits his teeth, forces a smile when Grian looks over at him, head tilted in question. He shakes his head.

" 'm good," is what comes out of his mouth, casual as anything. "Don't wanna get wet."

Which is true, you know. He's not lying. He's just... Kinda not feeling the whole swimming thing right now. Even though he said he would. Multiple times.

...Nothin' wrong with that. A guy can change his mind, can't he?

Grian looks unimpressed, "You went to a beach party to people watch?"

Ugh.

"You went over here to judge?" Joel fires back. An itching something creeps under his skin. "I'll put sand in your wings, Grian, don't think I won't." Grian huffs.

"Someone's tetchy today," He mumbles. He stretches his wings, large swaths of red feathers that catch the sun, "Whatever. Call me if you need me, I'll be over by- Mumbo, are you sunburnt already?!"

Joel watches him go, amusement on his lips as Grian runs off. He lets out a breath.

Why'd he agree to this, again?

("Hey," Impulse says. "So, the other hermits and I were planning something, and we were wondering if you'd wanna-")

("Yes," Joel blurts out, then— "I mean no- I mean! What're- what's the plan?")

(Joel fights a wince.)

(Nice save, idiot.)

(But Impulse just smiles—thank the gods—and goes, "Well, it's nothing fancy or anything. Just a hangout at the beach. Grian found this awesome spot-")

And Joel promises he was listening. He was. It's just, you know. Exciting? 'Cuz he's one of the new guys and it's a whole new server to get used to and they actually want him to hang out, and that's great and he's got plans for builds, farms, and, and.

Maybe, just- maybe. He wants this to work out. Really wants this to work out. Wants to be here to stay.

Because like— Joel's a Hermit now. A real, bonafide Hermit, even though it doesn't feel real. Even if it hasn't quite sunk in yet.

So. You know. What's the harm, right?

("I'll be there," Joel says at last, grinning in a way that he hopes is casual and not painfully eager. "When's it happening?")

Joel can't help but wonder if this is turning out the way he wanted it to, though.

The heat prickles at his skin, leaves him sweating and uncomfortable in his rolled up shirt and pants. He fans himself with the front of his shirt, just watching the others pass the time.

Hermitcraft's got a variety of members— Jevin laughs as xB drenches Keralis in a spray of water, halting when sand is thrown his way in return. ("You know that sticks to me!") Xisuma's in swim trunks and his usual helmet, fanning himself with his hands like it'll stave off the heat. Tango doesn't even break a sweat.

Something worms into his chest, an ugly, twisting feeling that curls around his lungs.

Joel grimaces. Oh, what the heck.

Biting his lip, Joel looks down at his chest, under his shirt. He doesn't exactly grimace, but there's nothing happy about his face, either.

Again, ugh.

Joel sighs, shaking his head. He goes back to people watching, ignoring the prickling discomfort under his skin. This is fine. This is fine.

At the corner of his eye— Pearl stands by the side, cracking jokes with Etho. They're both still wearing jackets. It makes something in Joel unfurl, just a little bit.

He tears his eyes away before they spot him.

The thing is— Joel doesn't, like, hate himself or anything. Not anymore, or at least not right now. And he's not afraid of water, despite how intensely he stared at the sea. It's just, it's...

Joel chews on his lip, picking off dried skin. The small tears bleed, droplets of blood on his tongue as he licks them away. He barely realizes he's doing it— and by the end, his lip twinges a little, reddened and sore.

Sweat makes his clothes cling to his skin. Joel wishes he hadn't agreed to any of this at all.

"You got room for one more?" A voice asks, jolting him out of his thoughts.

Joel turns to look— "Zedaph," He says, surprised. He scoots over his (frankly, way too large) beach blanket, "Yeah, I've got- yeah. You can sit."

Zedaph grins, "Just Zed is fine," He tells him, sitting next to Joel.

He's not in his usual getup right now, Joel notes. Not that he'd know. He's only talked to the guy twice, seen him in meetings. But something about the lack of a cardigan, although understandable, strikes Joel as a bit off— it's like seeing your teacher in casual wear outside of school. Makes sense, but it's kinda weird.

"You gonna swim?" Joel asks, just for something to fill the air. By the water, Scar gets pinched by a crab. Joel snickers.

Zedaph watches on, amused. "With how hot it is, I feel like I already am," He huffs. He rifles through his inventory, a pink fan appearing in his hand, "But no, I don't think I will. It's a nightmare on the wool."

Joel hums, makes sense.

"How about you?"

Joel frowns— he doesn't mean to, it just kinda happens— and says, "Uh, dunno. Maybe? I don't-" He makes a face. "I said I would, but now 'm not sure."

After a beat, Zedaph shrugs. "Well, you've got time," He says at last, and that's that.

They settle into people-watching, for the most part. Just watching the other Hermits bask in the sun, laughing and splashing around as the day goes on.

It looks— it looks fun. It looks so fucking fun.

Joel grits his teeth, the hand gripping the front of his shirt tightening without his notice. What the heck. What the heck.

Frustration gnaws at him, eyes caught on the way they all carry themselves, loose and carefree. Not at them, obviously, it's at his stupid, like, brain—

Joel lets out a breath, deep and measured.

He wanted to come. He said he'd come, join in and swim and whatever else. But now he's here and he's sitting in the shade and not even talking to Zedaph because he can't get a hold of himself, too worked up over nothing as he agonizes over the fact that his shirt is clinging to his skin and it's wrong and it's weird and it feels like, like.

Joel lets his gaze drop to the sand at his feet.

It feels like if they knew, if they saw him the way he saw himself, then they'd, like, regret inviting him here. Or something. Here being the server and the world and not just beach party.

Which, which is stupid and he knows this, but it's so hard to shake— like, how did he even get here, again?

Joel bites back a groan. Today is an awful day to have blummin' imposter syndrome.

For goodness' sake, now he's sulking.

After a while, Zedaph speaks up.

"Are you alright?" He asks, eyebrows drawn together. Joel wants to evaporate on the spot.

He shakes his head, then grimaces. Now he's acting like a toddler.

"Oh," Zedaph says, looking a bit lost. Joel can relate. "...Thirsty?"

Joel blinks. "Huh?"

"Sorry," Zedaph's cheeks flush pink, shaking his head, "I'm not very good at this. D'you want to talk? I can listen if you want."

Joel thins his lips, weighing his options.

He thinks that in another world, another time he probably would've just kept this to himself. 'Cuz he can handle this, he's not a kid. But somewhere along the line— the line of repeatedly bottling shit up, having it rattle and shake and eventually explode— he sort of. Well.

Maybe he realized that that doesn't work. Anymore.

So, "It's stupid."

Joel winces. Great start.

"I mean, it's not. I guess. It's just, new guy jitters, you know?" He tries to explain, watching as understanding dawns on Zedaph's face, a knowing smile that puts a balm on the static-y feeling in Joel's veins. "I'm sorta freaking out about, everything? Even the ones that don't make sense."

His cheeks burn red, "Like the way I'm all sweaty and gross and— I kinda don't want people to see, my body—?" He cuts himself off, his face pinched like he swallowed a lemon. "It's, you know. Not just because of gender things, but it is kind of that, but it's... Gods, Zed, just tell me they aren't gonna kick me out."

The last words come out in a rush, high-pitched and not squeaky as they tumble past Joel's lips. Zedaph blinks.

"Before I joined Hermitcraft, I was falling through the sky with my own sick on my head," Zedaph starts. Which. "Before that, the first ever thing I did was dig a hole in the ground and call that my home. And make an egg farm. But mostly the digging."

Joel tries very, very hard to find where this is going. (A fool's errand, from what he's heard about Zed, but still.)

"When I was asked to join Hermitcraft, my first thought was— really? Me?" Then, he laughs. "But they were serious! And I even asked Tango, then, if it was some elaborate prank. But it wasn't! They really wanted me on here!"

Zedaph gestures around them, "It's easy to get caught in your head, I get that. But we know what we're doing—" He pauses. "When it comes to this, at least. When the Hermits invited me, they knew what they were signing up for— vomit and worms and holes in the ground. And possibly a hint of death and malpractice. Of all sorts."

The knot, slowly unraveling in Joel's chest, starts to loosen up.

Somehow. What was that about death?

Zedaph nudges him, "So lighten up, yeah? Nobody's getting kicked out." Joel manages a smile.

"Thanks, Zed-"

"I mean, if people got kicked out for being sweaty and gross, there'd be no one left!" Zedaph leans in to stage-whisper, "What, you think Impulse didn't sweat in season 9? With all that lava?"

Joel snorts, "Point taken."

Zedaph grins. He leans back, resting on the base of the palm tree they've settled under.

"Take your time to figure out if you're swimming or not," Zedaph tells him, purple eyes glinting under flecks of sunlight. "But nobody will mind if you just stay here. Promise."

Joel nods. This time, smiling comes easier.

"Okay," He replies. He lets out a breath, watches as the sun shines down on the beach, "Thanks, Zed."

"Not a problem."

---

(Joel doesn't, in fact, end up swimming.)

(He watches the sun set on the horizon, eats barbecue at the makeshift grill Skizz brought. It's only the best thing he's eaten all day.)

(Joel laughs at something Gem said, so hard that his lungs kind of hurt.)

(Sitting around a bonfire, shirt smelling like smoke, his anxieties lay forgotten, for now.)

(Joel doesn't swim. Maybe he won't for a while.)

(But there will be more opportunities to try.)

[tuptastic]

more stuff for my former-watcher xisuma headcanon but

when they all thought he was fucking dead and gone where they can't go get him and they're standing around like ???? what do we do now?????? what is the protocol for this???? and suddenly your 10ft tall world equivalent of a deity comes crashing through the void to world barrier clutching your admin like he's a disgruntled wet cat and smashes a massive crater into your shopping district. and it changes to WHAT IS THE PROTOCOL FOR TH IS??????? WHAT DO WE DO HERE??????

anyways the actual moment xisuma gets his life saved is like beautiful and poetic and its the first time he's seen his former companion in years and the first time any of the Hermits have seen her and its Great. but the concept of "we were NOT prepared to meet god today" in response to this situation is equally as great to me

[im-normal-about-everything]

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[hermitcraftheadcanons]

Skizzekai Au Masterpost

Teaser Intro Post

Intro, Rules, and Premise

Clarification on Skizz and Joel

Character and Group Summary

Second Masterpost with later headcanons because we hit the link limit

A compilation of all asks from the Skizzekai Community AU. Asks below the cut.

AU END DATE: JUNE 1ST

More discussion available on the discord!

Canon Asks:

Tango fire magic

Undead ruler Cleo and half-ghost Joe

Formerly-evil demon Impulse

Drowned Gem

Joe used to be human

Death's apprentice Zedaph

Bard Wels

Ice kingdom Iskall

Fae Queen Stress and bodyguard Iskall

Travelling merchants Cub, Scar, and False

Helpful miner TFC

Vampire (?) Mumbo

Cub and Scar are fae

Not-short plant magic Bdubs

Moth fae Pearl

Skizz got his Name taken

Pearl as a former corrupt queen

Skizz might not stay human

Pre-isekai Skizz characterization

Ogre Joel

Former king of Undead Republic, Ren

Formerly human Gem puts a bounty out on Skizz

Pirate False

Grian is weird

Skizz is a magic sponge

Jungle guardian Bdubs

Scar took Skizz's name, Familiar Jellie

7 foot tall Etho, same species as Bdubs

Skizz's magic necklace

Selkie pirate Wels

Construct Etho

Elaboration on Etho and Bdubs

Xisuma and bones

Joel's multiple transformations

Skizz connecting to the world

Xisuma was formerly a puddle of nothing

God of the night Mumbo

Skizz grows wings

Skizz has dragonfly wings

Joe Hills from Nashville, Tennessee

Joel's kingdom

Tango magic cards

NHO jungle guardians

Skizz necklace mechanics

Kaiju size Doc

Cleo's kingdom has underground tunnels

Unicorn Keralis

Impulse's change of sides

Skizz's sleeveless suit

xB is not the lake princess

Grian is like a bug

Nobody knows how Skizz is meant to save the world

Cleo's kingdom has sculk

Skizz keeps a journal

False is hunting Skizz because of Gem's bounty

Changeling-deal Hypno with an artifact to stay human

More Unicorn Keralis details

we have enough humans already!

Skizz embraces his change

Magic system details

Slime guy Jevin

Doc constantly changes

Etho and Bdubs auras

Xisuma shares his bones

Evil in the Ice Kingdom, and Iskall as an energy source

Grian is REALLY weird

The great evil is draining magic

How magic Feels

Details on Hypno's anti-magic artifact

Skizz is fine with being summoned

Skizz wing details

Scar keeps letting Skizz go

Gem backstory and motivations

More Gem details

Gem used to have wings

Skizz's life before summoning

Jevin is made out of magic

Hypno backstory

War of the Watchers book came with Skizz

Alternates:

Goddess Pearl

Juppet

Powerless fae Jellie

Tango was Skizz's best friend in the other world

Hermits have versions in both worlds

Zookeeper Scar

Skizz as an experiment

Joe is the only remaining hero of many

Skizz's summoner is a bone guy

A clearer prophecy

Wels stole False's reflection

xB actually IS the lake princess (joke)

Explosive Etho

Merchant Mumbo

Pearl and Skizz pen pals

[hmshermitcraft]

Xisuma was kidnapped by the watchers who are God's, and the hermits just killed the ones that got in their way to save their boyfriend

It wasn't pretty. It was never going to be, killing a god is a beautiful thing but you hardly walk out all sunshine and roses.

After the absence, none of them could wait to hug Xisuma and check he's safe. It was terrifying. They're all going to need a bit of time to recover from it.

And a shower. Maybe a nice, long bath.

[arcs-writer-corner]

Day 4: Hallucinations

Staring at the walls of his confides. Waking up with a pounding headache the days were filled with pain.

So much pain.

He'd seen very few others ever since getting here. Those he did often it was only for a few minutes.

Never did he see the same Voidwalker twice.

His fingers dragged along the walls and floor. Those so emersed with that twisted, sickening magic that seemed to coat and drown anything that came into contact with it.

It hurt to breath.

To think.

To FEEL.

How much time had passed since he last saw Xisuma, he wasn't sure. He could only hope Xisuma was safe. Far away from here.

There were days where he would forget where he was. Days he would fade back to memories of before their relationship was utter shattered. Other days Xisuma would be standing there taunting him.

He deserved this. After everything that happened. He deserved to feel the pain he inflicted on his brother. If-if he had just taken a moment to think. Maybe things would have been different.

But he couldn't change anything. He just hoped that just maybe that somewhere out there Xisuma was still alive. Was making his way in the world. Finally finding a place where he could be himself and be safe while doing so.

If Xaviar ever got the chance to apologize to him brother he would, but he could feel him body weakening, his eyes staying shut for a few moments longer than they should.

He didn't know why they were still attempting to keep him alive if they only did so by leaving him on the cusp of it.

There were points it felt like hands skimmed along his face. Eyes staring at him from afar. Voices whispering in his ears.

To just let go.

To let it consume.

To be one with it.

He was not going to be fooled by it. It would not save him. It would only make things so much worse.

A jangle of keys filled the air.

Rolling slowly to his side on the rough, freezing ground he watched as heavy bloody boots stomped into the cell.

He tried sitting up, but his arms quickly collapsed beneath him. Leaving him panting feeling the ache and pain within his limbs. The urges flooded his mind yet again.

To let go.

To be free.

He was safe.

All he needed to do was let go.

It-it was appealing.

He felt himself slipping. Darkness creeping in in thick, gooey, slimy claws that tore at him.

"Leave me alone!"

Xisuma screamed at him eyes sharper and harsher than they ever had been before.

He could NOT give up. He still had to apologize.

Apologize for being such a god-awful brother.

He set his arms up under him again pushing himself back up yet again.

"Huh, so you still have some strength in ya?"

A force slammed into his side stealing all the breath from him and sent him toppling over a few feet away.

A shadow crouched over him.

"Seems their plan didnt work. So it's our turn. Hope ya have some fight in ya boy. You'll need it."

[tunastime]

🐝 ink stains the hands of a god

fic title: ink stains the hands of a god

summary: After months of floating in the vastness of space, the android known as Tango makes his reappearance, all systems dark and body frozen in time. As the crew of the Prometheus' engineering team try to get him back online, Fleet Admiral Xisuma deals with the consequences of losing, and finding, a friend back from the dead. A friend who sacrificed himself to save his captain. To save him.

(fake fic ask game)

[wixelt]

Pearl tells the story, how the hermits, that have had different experiences with the watchers, react?

(Hermit Tales AU)

The previous part, for context.

To anyone who's written an ask this would seemingly conflict with, don't worry. You weren't to know and I plan to get every ask to work together, eventually. I'm doing them in submission order, is all. :)

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Hermit Tales AU #004 - Broken Pearl

It takes more than four days for Pearl to regain consciousness.

Amidst yet another round of dousing potion effects, she awakes with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed with a pained cry. Startled, Gem falls out of her bedside chair, barely catching the potion she was holding.

Impulse is in the room in seconds, followed soon after by every other Hermit in close range, then everyone bar Ren and Cub as word gets out she's woken up.

Very quickly, though, Impulse and Xisuma make everyone else bar themselves and Gem leave Pearl be. She's just woken up, and its clear she's still flagging despite her abrupt waking.

Exhausted and in pain, what she needs right now is space.

Sitting her up sightly, Pearl is made as comfortable as they can manage, still needing to stay on her back. Splash potions are switched out for normal ones and are bolstered by golden apples and certain brands of suspicious stew now she's awake to eat them properly.

Despite shivering and twitching in pain, she just about manages to keep it all down with a little help, smiling weakly in thanks despite the fear in her eyes, understandably devoid of her usual upbeat spark.

This is probably as healthy as she's going to be for a while. Thus, Xisuma takes the initiative to save the rest of Hermits hounding her with terrified questions.

Plainly, he asks her what she saw.

Pearl draws a sharp, wavering breath at the question, but despite fear, grief, pain and a general lack of physical or mental wellness, she presses on.

Unprompted on the details, she speaks of the portal. Of how, to her, its existence is almost a dichotomy made manifest to the part of her changed by the Watchers. Something horrible intruding into their world.

Something she doesn't understand, only aware of through inherited fears.

She speaks with shaky wording of the hollow, searing agony burning into her being in mind, body and soul. Every word or action is a struggle to put together, right now.

She speaks - with hesitation borne of loss - of how she can't feel her brother for the first time in her whole life. Grian's presence is as good as gone from reality, and with it a piece of her is gone soon too.

Perhaps, she muses fearfully, the rest of her will follow, soon.

Gem decries this vehemently, Impulse nodding in staunch agreement. They're going to fix this.

Pearl looks away.

"I wonder if you even can..."

To Gem's eyes, for the first time, she seems small and fragile.

Pearlescent Moon's body doesn't hold onto consciousness for much longer after that. Her lack of energy is not to be understated, and she slips into delirious muttering, followed soon after by restless, distressed sleep as deep as it has been for all these recent days.

Potions return to being splashed, and efforts to cure her continue even as the Hermits keep watch over her, unable to do anything as that tendrils of sickening, green blight burrowed further across her body.

By now, they've reached up to her shoulder and are reaching almost all the way around her midsection.

All the Hermits can do is mull grimly on what they've now learned.

This gateway and this blight - and whatever dark unknowable thing likes behind it all with Grian in its clutches - stands as anathema to the Watchers, and perhaps even to their reality and its laws as a whole in certain respects given how scared the Vex are.

The Hermits as a group have limited knowledge of the Watchers - Doc can attest that no amount of prodding made the Gods explain their presence - but they pool what they can, given their two biggests sources of information on the beings are currently either in critical condition or outright abducted.

Bdubs, Etho, Scar, Impulse, Tango, Cleo, Mumbo and the currently absent Ren have all had repeated brushes with the Watchers, dragged into their death games for some sort of divine punishment. Their negative emotions fed on for... some purpose.

None of this has given them much insight into their existence, though, and until right now they were glad for that.

But now that they need an explanation, something to explain the affliction... they begin to wish they'd done more snooping around.

But then, who else would know?

Other punished, maybe? But some like Skizz or Scott are out - in a similar boat to Hermits even if Scott's Noxcrew connections could help here, though Ren is liable to visit him anyway - while others like Taurtis have dropped off the radar entirely.

But there are two poor souls still out there - friends of the Hermits - who endured both the Watcher's machinations back then and their death games more recently.

And sure, BigB probably doesn't have the information they're looking for, but that still leaves one other. The one probably most taunted by the Watchers during their blood sport.

It's anyone's guess where Martyn is at any given moment.

Which isn't ideal.

Because right now the Hermits need him. He could easily be the person who could give them the best insight into what the Watchers' anti-relationship to this new horror is.

And, Gods forbid it, maybe even a way to make contact.

...They're not that desperate yet, thankfully. Xisuma detests the idea of giving being capable of such malevolent torture into his protected realm willingly, but if it really becomes their last resort he'll do anything to protect his family.

But right now, details to find Martyn are forwarded to Ren and Cub via the Hermithius.

Before they can fight this danger, they have to know its enemy.

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Hermit Tales is built from replies to short prompts, making story & set pieces from one-sentence asks & seeing if a plot evolves.

If you have anything to throw in, feel free. :)

[definitelynotshouting]

There are a lot of songs that remind me of Hunger AU but I've never gotten the chance to write all my thoughts down because time is hard (+executive disfunction) but listening to a new release from The Crane Wives that just fit so perfectly made me decide FUCK IT! I may find it hard to write a whole list of songs and their reasonings but I can at least start with one!! So:

The Well - The Crane Wives (one of my favorites)

“All the words I couldn't say to you

Fill up the spaces in my chest/Oh, the damage I have wrought/A ready army in my throat” 

- So scarian but also Grian refusing to talk to the others, especially his lying to Mumbo in Chapter 9. The “Oh, the damage…” and “A ready army…” versions of the verse also bring to mind Grian during his talks with Xisuma and Scar, all sharp-tongued cruelty. 

“Send me anywhere, take me out

I'm the well they're gonna drag you down”

- Leave me to die or kill me yourself. Stop caring. Just whatever you do, don’t bring me back to Hermitcraft, because if you do I’ll hurt you again. I’ll drag you down and nothing either of us can do will change that.

“That old house, those rotting memories

Burned easier than I'd have thought”

- something about the death of the person the other Hermits thought he was and the death of who Grian was before he was a watcher.

“I taste blood, I'm sick of swallowing stones” - Grian is literally falling apart. He’s decaying and dying and he just wants to get it over with. 

“So I'll wave the flag, tell the boys to go home” - Stop trying to save me. Let me give up. I’m sick of surviving so just leave and let me die.

So. Uh. Thoughts? ( ゜─゜)

OUGGHHHHHHH I JUST FINALLY SAT DOWN TO LISTEN TO THIS AND GODS IT FITS SO BEAUTIFULLY..... what an absolutely gorgeous song, yeah im definitely gonna have to add this to the playlist >:]

And your analysis!!!! Ohhhh i LOVE this, i love seeing this kind of stuff, it makes me so happy!!!! Thank you for sending this, you're so right like this just fits so well..... it really does encapsulate the entirety of arc 1 in a nutshell, doesnt it???

If you ever have more songs you want to send me, please do, i'd love to hear your thoughts on them !!!! :D (also i love that we have similar processes on analyzing songs-- this is legit how i choose the songs for the playlist, by analyzing the lyrics and applying them to scenes or settings in the fic >:] )

[arts-and-drafts]

Come Morning Light (Part 12)

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven

(THE CHAPTER I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR. Seriously, I've had this in my head since CML's conception. It's all lead up to this. Not to hype it too much, but I will also say a very specific scene in this part was inspired by my beloved mutual @cedarwhisp and their incredible Hermit!Tommy fic Shells In The Foam. I implore you to read it, it's the best 50+ chapters of fanfic I have literally ever read. Anyway, enough stalling!! Let's go!!!)

CWs: Death, manipulation, violence, mentions of abuse

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Tommy's stomach jerked as Xisuma's imposing form vanished in front of his eyes, and he tripped backwards into Joe.

He didn't get a moment to even breathe before enchanted words flashed over his vision.

RUN.

The sky split open with a clap of green lightning, tearing the quiet night apart. Tommy saw Xisuma and Dream's silhouettes illuminated in the sky in that split second, grappled together and glowing with administrator magic.

Vaguely, Tommy saw Joe in the corner of his vision, and he subconsciously reached out to grasp the sleeve of his guardian's shirt for some menial comfort.

"We need to help him," Tommy mumbled, his eyes glued to the figures in the sky. He felt Joe put his hand over his, and against Joe's steady weight he realized he was trembling.

"This is not a fight we can interfere with anymore, Tommy." Joe replied faintly.

Tommy couldn't look away. No rain fell from the sky, but crackles of green lightning struck every time the two admins collided. From this distance, Tommy could see Xisuma pulling up his administrator screen every time they parted, but Dream always struck quick enough to cut off any command Xisuma tried to summon.

Xisuma was clumsy in the sky, Tommy realized, as he watched the admin give up on his screen and instead launched himself forward, his sword in hand. Dream easily shot out of the way, and Xisuma's armor saved him from what would otherwise be a deadly blow to the back of the head.

Xisuma jerked to face Dream, straight-up throwing a punch at the god, but Dream deflected the blow with his arm and used his other to slice upward with his axe. Xisuma only barely moved out of the way in time.

Tommy's stomach twisted as he recognized the stark red of a barrier block in Xisuma's hand. Dream ducked through an invisible gap in the barrier before Xisuma could complete the box, and rushed at Xisuma so quickly that Tommy could barely follow his form against the lightening sky.

Xisuma flew to meet him with his blade ready, but he was out of his element, and Dream was of war.

Dream dodged impossibly quick, and slammed down on Xisuma hard enough to send the taller admin to the ground in a blur. The sound of an explosion reached Tommy's ears as the impact made a crater in Joe's land, and Tommy's past curled around his throat and turned him dizzy.

Withers descended from the sky, flanked by TNT raining death from above, falling from the massive obsidian grid that blotted out the sun. The air was choked with dust and ash, and Tommy's vision was blurry. His ears rang painfully from the explosions, and everything seemed off kilter. Tommy looked around at the carnage, feeling like he was detached from his body.

Everything was gone.

His eyes were pulled to a cave that had been exposed from the TNT. There sat Wilbur, on his knees a few blocks away from the tattered body of Philza. Tears ran down Wilbur's face, and he shoved his diamond sword into his father's hands.

No.

Tommy tried to move. He really did. But his limbs were locked with terror, and he could only watch as Philza Minecraft took up Wilbur's sword.

"NO!"

Tommy jolted back to the present, already running. His breath burned in his lungs, grief searing his insides just as fiercely as flames.

"XISUMA!"

The sound of armored footsteps echoed behind him, and Tommy didn't need to look to see every hermit left standing rushing behind him to fight. Their battle cries blurred with the goofy "humina" war cry from Tommy's memories, something he instigated, when they didn't know this would be the last time they followed Wilbur ever again.

An invisible hand squeezed Tommy's heart, and he used the pressure to draw his sword.

Arrows flew overhead, shot from the ghosts in Tommy's mind and hermits alike. Many missed, but a few got lucky, and Tommy nearly sang when he heard Dream make a noise of pain. He fell from the sky, but landed in a MLG water, and the green energy that surrounded him disappeared all at once.

Tommy began to swing his sword, but Dream turned to him, and he froze. That smiling face burned into his retinas and sealed him in place for a few seconds he couldn't spare.

Dream lunged, and Tommy was forcibly knocked out of the way right before his chest was sliced open. A cry of pain sounded, and Tommy turned to see Bdubs locked in blades with Dream, a red stain already growing on his side.

"Get out!" Bdubs gritted, pushing forward and sending Dream stumbling a few blocks. "Tommy, run!!"

But his legs were jelly. The clash of metal on metal reverberated through his very being, and he could only watch as Dream swiftly sliced forward in the fraction of a second that Bdubs turned to look at Tommy.

[BdoubleO100 was slain by Dream using Nightmare]

No.

He had to move. He had to.

But Dream looked at him, and suddenly he was exiled again, throwing his tools and armor in the pit.

"TOMMY!"

The thundering of thousands of feet sounded through the chaos, and Dream only had time to turn his head before he was swarmed by the largest wolf pack Tommy had ever seen.

Tommy gasped and scrambled to his feet to avoid the herd, but the snarling wolves only had eyes for Dream, who was desperately trying to fend them off. A harsh whistle pierced the air, and Tommy turned to the noise.

Joe, in all his leather-armored glory, was running alongside more of his wolves, his sword in hand.

Joe reached out as he got closer, his wolves flanking him either side. Tommy found himself reaching back.

And then Dream moved lightning quick, and Joe choked out a strangled noise.

Tommy's very bones turned to ice.

Dream was kneeling on the grass, holding Joe by the hair, his axe poised over the poet's throat.

The battle stopped all at once. Even Joe's wolves were silent.

"Come with me," Dream said, evenly, dangerously, and Tommy knew his eyes were only on him. "Or I'll kill him."

-

This was not the first time Joe's life had been threatened.

It was, however, the most serious.

He felt Dream's fingers curl, pulling tighter on Joe's hair, and the poet swallowed a noise of pain.

"You know I mean it, Tommy." Dream uttered, terribly still, like a cave spider waiting to strike.

Tommy looked like he had just been shot.

The hermits knew that death did not have the hold on them that Tommy was used to. It was one of the few things they could always rely on to be the same, despite every change of season. Death was only temporary, and it was frustrating at worst.

Tommy still didn't think like that, Joe knew, even after a year with the hermits. The poet saw the terror in his ward's eyes and wondered who he really saw in Dream's hold.

"Tom-" Joe tried, but Dream yanked on his hair and raised his axe blade closer, making him hiss in pain. Joe forced his eyes open and stared at Dream's mask with deliberate calm.

He was not afraid. But Tommy was, and Dream knew that. He was using a child's fear to get what he wanted.

Joe never wanted to harm another player so badly in his life.

"Tick tock, Tommy." Dream said, his voice smooth. "We don't have-"

And then an enchanted projectile struck him so fast that Joe barely knew what it was, the impact whipping Dream to the side with a yell.

Joe was unceremoniously thrown out of Dream's hold, and he cried out as Dream's axe sliced his lip, his mouth instantly tasting blood. He felt strong hands grab his arms and forcefully pull him away, and for a moment his senses were overwhelmed with the strong perfume of wilting flowers, and the barely-there stench of rot.

Joe put a hand on Cleo's bicep in thanks, unable to turn away from the scene in front of him, because Tommy was standing tall with an arrow notched, the sun finally rising behind him, encasing him in a halo of blinding light.

His face was twisted with the coldest rage Joe had ever seen, his eyes only on Dream. Joe realized with a start that Tommy's first arrow had broken a piece clean off of Dream's mask, and one poison-green eye was glaring malice for the world to see.

"BACK THE FUCK UP." Tommy spat, trembling with fury instead of fear, and with the sun's light behind him, Joe saw an angel of vengeance.

Dream's single-eyed gaze hardened, and he rose to his feet, the axe that had taken so many hermits' lives ringing with metallic enchantment against the grass.

"You shouldn't have done that." Dream growled, all the smugness in his tone gone. The hairs on Joe's arms stood on end. Even if his mind wasn't afraid, his body was not so easily calmed. Every fiber of his being screamed 'DANGER' at this new side of Dream.

But Tommy did not even blink.

"Oh yeah?" The boy said, a shaky but sharp grin growing on his face. "What are you gonna do about it?"

"I'll fucking kill you, Tommy." Dream hissed, taking a step forward, and every remaining hermit moved at once to stand in his way. They were stopped by Tommy flicking a quick look their way.

Oh, Joe realized all at once. This is the trap.

"I'll take your last life and you'll be fucking dead, Tommy, and then I'll kill your ghost!" Dream raised his axe, and Tommy flinched, even after all this time. It pooled rage as hot as lava in Joe's gut, but he did not move. He had to trust Tommy.

Tommy took a shaky breath, and remained steady. Atta boy, Joe thought, unable to resist the surge of pride he felt. This boy was nothing like the cowering mess he found a year ago.

"Go on, then." Tommy challenged, raising his bow only slightly. "Just like before, ey? Ten paces?"

And Dream hesitated. It was only for a fraction of a second, but Joe saw it, and so did Tommy.

"Yeah, that's fuckin' right." Tommy said, triumph in his tone. "I'm too important, aren't I?"

"I heard you, earlier. You could've killed me in that fuckin' maze, but you didn't." And this time Tommy took the step forward, his arrow locked on target. "You're not gonna kill me, Dream. You don't have the fuckin' guts."

That seemed to strike a nerve. Dream suddenly stood at his full height, his mask glinting in the dawn light. "Maybe not," he said, slowly, carefully, "but everyone you love on the SMP is still at my mercy, Tommy."

"Not anymore." Xisuma croaked, and everyone turned to the admin, kneeling and bruised at the lip of the crater his body caused, his administrator screen illuminating his cold glare.

Joe looked back just in time to see Dream's eye widen, and he moved--

And he was gone.

And the world stopped, just for a moment. Like a tripwire pulled taut. Lag wasn't new to Hermitcraft, but something felt different.

Joe had turned to Tommy before the world froze, and there was a light in his eyes as he saw Dream disappear that didn't get to his face yet.

And then the tripwire snapped.

[TommyInnit fell out of the world]

[smol5824]

you've done it, you've forced my hand. Now have my crack/cringe self-indulgent insert :head in hands oh-god-what-am-i-doing: skdjfngs

(pt. 1)

After Grian’s go-ahead for Scar’s execution at Dream’s hands, Ursa knew that Xisuma and Pearl weren’t going to make it in time to stop Grian from his own self-fulfilling prophecy. They looked around at the other Watchers with them and noticed that although They were equally disgruntled by the events, They were not going to do anything to intervene. Such is the nature of a Watcher. However, Ursa simply had had enough. This nonsense was going on for long enough, even if they were to go in and shake sense into the little Runaway it would be no use as the Creator would reset the events to keep the timeline intact. Did that discourage Ursa? No, it only motivated them despite whatever repercussions they might face. With that in mind, they pulled apart the veil separating realities and stepped through with the torn realities with ease. Surprised at meeting no resistance from their fellow Watchers, Ursa felt… Uncertain, for the first time since their Creation. They were a ways away from the scene from happening, time stopped from their entrance and now it was up to Ursa to resume time and alter the future events. They came in with no plan as to what to do nor how to continue, their only thought was to save Scar and prevent Grian from making a great mistake that would cost him not only his sanity, but Scar’s (and herself’s) in the process. Deciding that she got this far, she’ll use her presence as an advantage. With that, she resumed time with a booming, all encompassing, “HALT!” 

The scene resumed, but this time, the Players all stumbled from the force of the unexpected command. Ursa’s presence was now noticed by the three infront of her, in shock from her all encompassing glory of eyes, halos, and light. 

“WhaT? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” Dream crowed out. The unexpected newcomer an unwelcome surprise. 

“I am One who Observes. Part of the Almighty Collective whom archive time. But that is none of your concern Admin Dream. You should worry more for what will come than for what you have hostage now, for it serves you no purpose other than expediting  the Inevitable” 

Grian had paled drastically, his breathing stuttered to a stop as a cold sweat broke out on his hairline. 

Dream inched away from the approaching deity and he pressed his weapon further into Scar’s neck “And what is that supposed to mean?!” 

Ursa kept up with the vague and misdirected chatter with the Admin. 

Scar, meanwhile, had stayed deathly still as the sharpened end of the axe dug into the thin skin of his neck. He carefully maintained his eyes on the entity but was frantically thinking how he could make it out of his perilous predicament. 

Ursa decided the best course was to project her intentions into Grian as she held the Admin’s attention

“At Ease, Grian. I wish no harm, instead i hope to aid you in your venture for not only Tommy’s safety, but Scar’s as well.”

“Bullshit!” he snapped back in his mind, he pulled on his hair aggressively “Get out of my mind! Get out of HERE! you’re not WANTED here!” 

“Grian, you would be a fool not to use this opportunity to catch Dream off-guard to protect Tommy.” 

With reluctance, he conceded that the Watcher was correct and launched at arrow into Dream’s shoulder holding the deadly weapon. 

“Fuck!” he released the grip on the axe and Scar quickly used the opportunity of the slackened hold to kick back at the blonde’s crotch 

“OW! Fu-CK” 

Scar grunted as he used the Admin’s forward momentum against him to duck his head out of the hold and toss him up and over his shoulder to land Dream on his back. Dream wheezed as the air was knocked out of him. 

Ursa suddenly appeared next to the revived man, 

“With me, quickly now.” she reached a cold hand out and the Brunet held no reservations as he took the offer. 

“SCAR, NO!” Grian howled before Scar and the Watcher popped out of existence. 

—— 

oh you sweet summer child. You were a fool to think you could stop what happens next. You cannot alter their fate, it has already been written. Your heart was good, your motives pure. But you cannot stop fate from taking its course. And if you continue to try, all will be lost. Beware your first punishment, little one. You will see what I mean soon, keep an eye on your email inbox.

[tuptastic]

oughhh i want to talk about all my old hermitcraft stuff from when I was in high school so badly, I used to have a fanfiction I was writing that I gave up on to rewrite that I've still been working on ideas for and making headcanons for for like...4 years now and it makes me go feral

anyways anyways hermitcraft fandom we go wild over watcher stuff I Know I'm One of them but like...the concept that they're not evil and just do their job and hang out and like their players?? makes my heart happy. very big very tall creatures who are not human but not exactly space either who absolutely love these little dorks they've been asked to keep an eye on. they're not all good but like. most of them are decent. xisuma is the younger of a set (i still haven't named her, i want it to be something either really elegant or something super silly and cute from the Hermits naming her), he's practically the son of the older of the pair, and they're a phenomenal set. but when they're assigned to hermitcraft everything changes.

he spends a lot of his time on the ground with the players, and he finds himself just absolutely falling in love with them and his time with them, and when they find themselves in need of an admin and a leader he makes the difficult choice and gives up his life Watching and becomes one of them - an incredibly difficult process that he wasn't even sure he would survive due to what he had to do to adapt. (It was in this process that his twin forms and its great they're great they're jerks to each other and it works for them).

I have an old adaptation from an SMP of an admin form that I'm utilizing here that he forced himself into - he couldn't become a player but he couldn't live among them in his current form, so he found a middle ground. It isnt stable, it's joints are made of fluctuating code and it doesn't like the overworld anymore than his first form liked to fit in it, but it's the closest he'll get - besides, because the admin form is a blank slate, he can create his own appearance overtop of it.

but to do this he gave up his life with the person who he'd spent his eternity with, and who he knew he would likely never truly see again. and all the love in the world he has for his expanding players and his worlds could never replace the empty place he has for the person who taught him how to love to begin with.

(she saves his life later on when he tries to be a silly self sacrificing little goof and everyone cries but he doesn't know that xoxo)

anyways I just needed to get this out of my brain I may do this for the old fanfiction as well, it was related to the s6 civil war and time travel and stuff and I kinda miss it but God idk if I'll ever actually get to write it now with adult stuff. it was originally grian centric but it definitely is now xisuma centric he's my little dude.