#Hermicraft Fanfiction

[zurielwritings23]

I absolutely love Pearl and Gem and couldn't help but write something for them! I hope y'all enjoy. ^^

Characters: Pearl, Gem (Scar is at the beginning very briefly) Relationship: Pearl & Gem Rated: G (has some mild violence and non-graphic death) Genres: Hurt/comfort, angst and fluff (angst with a happy ending) Summary: Normally, Pearl knew Gem wouldn’t be worried about something so inconsequential as a death on a server with normal respawn. Normally, she’d laugh and tease Pearl for her silly miscalculation and probably even punch her shoulder for the fun of it.

Normally, they weren’t both reeling from hours upon hours of betrayal and bloodshed.

Or: Pearl and Gem talk after Secret Life.

[ranch3rduoenj0yer]

Introduction!!

I feel like it's time for a little intro, so here it it :P My name is Evan though i also go by Grumbot, Tango, Currant and Rancher. I won't be revealing my age but I'm still a minor, so under 18. I really like rancher duo! Just rambling about them is something i can do for hours, BUT I also write fanfiction, make edits and draw stuff! I have a discord, yt channel, tiktok acc, tumblr acc (this one and a different one), a twitter acc and a twitch acc but i don't stream couse of my crippling voice dysphoria, couse yes, I'm trans! I use he/him pronouns and prefer more masc nicknames and whatnot :] I'm bad at spelling, you might have guessed that already, English is not my native language, I'm Polish. I'm trying to learn as much english as i can but normally i just learn from talking to people o social media '-' I love music! Mostly indie, but i also like old rock :D I'm in fandoms like mcyt (hermicraft, life series, esmp etc.) but also Good Omens! And I'm VERY excited to see the 3rd season c: I may update this to have some of my socials, but for now- thank you all for being so kind its crazy!!

[raspberryberyl]

Hello to anyone who sees this, I am currently hoping/looking to gain some more friends/mutuals. 

I am very shy and anxious, and am not very good at keeping up consistent communication, or    being the first one to speak, but I also think I am a fun person to be around when we get talking and you get to know me. And as long as I think you have interest in me, I will continue to message,

Current main interest as of right now is Mcyt, mainly qsmp and dsmp, and fanfictions/aus.

I am yet another lover of the bench trio and their characters. I enjoy all the dsmp characters, and tried to watch every stream I could, but will be honest and say bench trio prob my favs.  

Some of my other interests are:

- Additional myct things like empires, hermicraft, ect. 

- svtfoe universe and aus.

- steven universe and aus

- writing, reading, and fanfiction in general

- art, drawing, and creativity

- remarried empress

- madoka magica

- several manga and anime

- content creators

Some things I am not interested/ DNI:

Basic DNI stuff, homophobe, sexist, racist, etc.

cc!Dream Fans and stans. 

cc!Dream Team fans and stans.

 Nsfw subjects/stuff

People who send death threats or gore

Not really a DNI, but I dislike spongebob and most adult swim stuff. 

So if you see this and think there is a possibility we could get along, don’t be afraid to message :D.

Thank you for reading. 

[noobsomeexagerjunk]

Today I learned that there's Dream SMP fanfiction in fanfiction.net. Many are in the Minecraft category. Also found a spare Hermicraft fic and Empires fic in there.

I'm surprised none of them are under Web Shows or Web Shows/Minecraft crossover, especially the latter, which I spotted some Minecraft Diaries, Mianite, and Yogscast fics in.

[mellohi-reblogs]

Hi! I'm Mellohi! I'm a fan of MCYT who knows how difficult is to get your work seen on Tumblr. I've created this blog precisely to help the amazing artists of this community.

☆ I reblog arts of MCYT (unfortunately, I'm for now limited only to the fandoms i know.)

☆ Everything is tagged so that it's easier to find. Main tags are the category of the art I'm reblogging (fanart, fanfiction etc), fandom (mcyt, Dream smp, Hermicraft etc) and the character (either the CCs, c!, osmp!, etc).

☆ I tag for tw and cw, but there may be something i forget or i just don't think about. Ask me to tag everything that could bother you!

☆ I'll reblog especially posts under the 1k notes, but it's not an absolute rule.

☆ My only interactions are related to your art, or if you contact me. My age range is 25-30. Please tell me if you don't want to be followed or reblogged from.

[leva-prava]

Go read The Hermit and the lone wolf by SilverWing15 at ao3

Made me feel things

[technobladegroupie]

friends, romans, countrymen, is there an mcytrp verse here on tumblr, i am scraping the bottom of the barrel over on twitter and am tired of suffering

[nem0-kn0ws-n0t]

Hello! Just a little fic i wrote for an April Fools event a while back! HCBBS and Cleo themed <3 Also on ao3 if yall prefer that way! I'd love to hear y'alls opinions!~

“ZombieCleo~.”

Dark eyes looked up from her small notebook of ideas as the figure landed next to her. She quirked an eyebrow, a small smile teasingly on her lips.

“Keralis~” She shot back with the same tone, standing up from her hooded bench to stand next to the wide-eyed brunet. They held each other’s stare for a bit, expressions frozen in a silent eye contest. Of course, it ended when a gust of wind ruffled the palm tree above their head, letting a single leaf float down and land on Keralis’s nose. His eyes widened even bigger (somehow) before he let out a powerful sneeze, sending the leaf flying into the air and the two of them into a fit of giggles.

Soon enough, Keralis is pulling her around his-her base. Her's now; she reminded him, they swapped them. Keralis pretended to sob at the comments, only pulling out more cackles from her.

Yes, she muses while watching her friend sulk in her new diamond office; this will be great.

~~

The transition was delicate, all things considered. Cleo loved her new base, from the skyscrapers that disappeared in the clouds to the bank tellers to the palm trees. The city was a magnificent piece of modern architecture, and Keralis had done a fantastic job building it from scratch.

It was, however, empty.

Not a single soul in the streets, milling around. No children on the benches or clerks in the stores or anything, really. But that’s alright. Bringing life to a place is Cleo’s bread and butter, after all. A simple spin of parts and spells read off a book, and suddenly life-like beings were created.

It made the otherwise deserted place feel more lively, more homely even. And so she threw herself into her work, creating human-like mirages in every spot she could. It worked, to a degree. The city was much more lively than before, the sound of humanity milling around comforting.

(She does wonder, sometimes, while laying in bed at night, unable to sleep, why it didn’t feel quite at home. Staring at the cyberpunk lights flicker in batches of three, she wonders why, exactly, the uncomfortable feeling she got when she first arrived is still there.

As sleep washes over her finally, she wonders mildly why all the lights in this place flash at the same time, in the same continuous pattern.)

~~

She got her answer eventually.

Many things were off-putting, to say the least, and so for a while before. If she’s honest with herself, she might have dismissed too many hints. But now, there’s no way to deny it.

Strange things were happening in Keralis’s City.

Every light in the city pulsing in beats of three were off-putting, to say the least, but Cleo squared her back and ignored them, dismissing it as lousy Redstone work.

The noise from her office ceiling that she could never quite identify or fix? She was just tired from planning out statues all day.

The constant feeling of eyes on her back was simply her imagination, just nerves to being in such a prominent unfamiliar place.

This, however? No dismissing it.

Cleo took great care in making realistic statues. She spent hours, sometimes days, making perfectly realistic mirages. She programmed every part of them to be fluid and human-like, scripting hand-picked lines and emotions. Her work was high quality because she poured a bit of what’s left of her heart into every scene.

This was not how she left them last time.

The mirage in front of her, a small lost child, was not confused nor scared nor any of the emotions Cleo had programmed into his behaviour. No, the child was staring at her with beady eyes, the brightest grin on his lips.

There was something off-putting in the smile, almost like his teeth weren’t supposed to be there. Too long for a child this age, too sharp, too white. The eyes were following her as she moved around, boring into her skull.

It would have been one thing if only one of the mirages was like this, maybe a prank or something.

No, every single statue had the same blank look on its face. From the bus drivers to the people loitering in the streets, they all had the same empty smile and teary eyes, following her as she walked down the streets. Well, more like ran, like a bat out of hell, trying to forget the stares on her back.

She finally took refuge in the Four Seasons Total Landscaping Hotel, ducking into a random floor, slumping against the walls.

What was that? What was that?

Reprogramming all those statues would have taken so long; she can’t fathom a single hermit having done that overnight.

Her breathing is hard, and she’s almost worried her lungs will detach themselves again, and so she shoves her head between her knees and starts counting slowly.

One, two, three, breath in, breath out.

It’s fine, it’s alright, it’s a nasty prank, that’s all.

Three, two, one, breath in, Breath out.

She can fix it; she’ll spend the next day reprogramming the mirages; it’s alright, she’ll find who did this, and she’ll give them the fear of a lifetime. It’s going to be okay.

With that final thought, she shakily got up, pulling her legs under her and using the wall as support.

She can fix this; she doesn’t have to deal with those expressions anymore. It’ll be fine.

When she finally manages to convince herself to go back outside into the populated streets, she almost falls over again.

The mirages were back to normal. The small child that started this whole mess was back to crying in a corner. The pedestrians were amicably chatting as they walked down the road. Even the store clerks were back to haggling with the shoppers.

Everything was exactly how it was before, no traces of soulless eyes and too sharp smiles.

But Cleo knows she saw them. She did not make that up; the foreboding sense of dread creeping up her spine reassured her of that. She stands, taken aback at the scene she made.

What’s going on?

(She thinks distinctively, maybe she doesn’t want to know, really.)

~~

It all snowballed from there.

Almost as if encouraged by her reaction, the changes were more significant and more daring.

She woke up one morning from a restless sleep to the sight of her home flipped around. It took her a while to realize, smacking into doors that weren’t usually there. Everything was exactly how it was, from the paintings to the flower pots, but simply mirrored on its axis. She could barely believe it, making a note to sleep somewhere else from now.

Another time, she was peacefully strolling around the city, planning out where to add more mirages to make her new home even more to her image, only to be stopped dead in her tracks by a pungent smell. A smell she knows intimately, and it didn’t take long for her to identify where the rot came from.

The bright wheat fields which Keralis had spent hours tediously working on and growing, was nothing but rotten stems left. Not a single trace of life left on those lands, not in the plants, nor the weeds, nor in the rats Cleo knows like to nibble on stalks. Faced with such destruction, she did the only thing she knew how to do and started plucking out the plants.

Cleo’s not one to scare easily, no. She simply rolls up her sleeves and fixes every problem she faces, from fields to buildings to armour stands.

What else is there to do?

~~

The final straw came faster than she expected. Cleo’s seen many things in her post-life after all, and there’s not much that spooks her anymore.

This, however, this, however, was too much.

She’s working in her office when it starts. There are some masks in front of her, half-formed and half painted. The simple repetitive movement is almost comforting in the face of everything that’s going on. A meditative moment, if you wish.

At least, it’d be peaceful if not for the shrill sound reaching her ears.

She pauses, paintbrush freezing mid-stroke, focusing on the sound. The silence that follows is palatable, and if she’d had a heart left, it’d be thundering in her ears.

And then it sounds again.

Is, is that a baby screaming?

It’s akin to an animal’s yowling, but the sound bounces of the diamond ceiling in a demonic way. It’s too long to be of an animal with lengthy, and it’s echoing in a way it shouldn’t be able to in the open-plan office, and it’s freaking Cleo out.

She takes a deep breath, slowly resting the paintbrush and the mask on the table before getting out of her chair, breath shallow. Infinitely slowly, she creeps out of the office, turning around to where the little grass roof rests. It sounds like it came from it from there; maybe she could-

It screeched again. This time, not from the bushes, no from her office, where she just was. Actually, it sounds like it came from behind her desktop chair. Where she just was.

Her back hits the white concrete in fear, a single hand clutching where her heart would be in leftover habits from a life gone by.

“It’s nothing; it’s your imagination,” she mutters to herself, too scared to try and pretend she doesn’t talk to herself. “It’s impossible, whatever it is, it can’t move that fa-”

It screeches again. This time, from right behind her, right on the other side of the wall, and right there and then, Cleo decides enough is enough.

Fear fuels her movement as she slips her elytra over her shoulders, grabs some rockets and flies away from this hellish city. Base Exchange be damned, she’s done with this place, and she wants to go home.

(And as she flies away, she overlooks the shadowy forms flickering in the skyline.

And as the zombie leaves, the city falls back into quiet, save for the light cackling of its true owners.

And as the cat leaves with her tail between her legs, the mice come back out to play.)

[stellocchia]

I have returned once again to beg for fanfiction 🙏🙏🙏 hermitcraft x dsmp has been plaguing my mind and I just want fluffy fics or even haha funnies cuz all the fics i see of those is just angst and suffering

I'm afraid this time I can't help. I haven't really read much hermicraft x dsmp content, and, even the little I did read, was all "traumatized boy ends up in Hermicraft" and they were usually pretty angsty because of it.

But I'll let you know if I find any in the future!

[only-vibe-times-here]

Hi!

Who is this random person on Tumblr?

My name is Vibes! Nice to meet ya’!

What do you do?

Sometimes drawing, sometimes writing, sometimes I just put my thoughts out into the abyss that is Tumblr and hope something sticks

What fandoms do you like/are currently in? (This can/will change)

MCYT

Undertale

The Owl House

Dream SMP

Hermicraft

Empires SMP

Pokémon

Trashing The Mario Movie

Sonic Prime

What platforms are you on?

AO3

Wattpad

Quotev

What are you known for?

A Dream SMP AU which you can check out here!

Also check out SBI + Niki, Schlatt & Co, and The SMP

Also, any and all fanfiction on the platforms I mentioned!

Are there any tags you have?

#dsmp/osmp restaurant au

#Vibes’ thought

#this is considered crack I guess?

#vibes Undertale bullshit

But yeah, that’s kinda all I do here.

Have fun exploring!

[stellocchia]

Once more it’s time for some appreciation for fanfiction writers!

So here’s the recommendation for the week!

On-Going:

Protégé by logsted

Protégé AU, you people know I have to include at least one! This one is really cool though!

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

As the title says it’s a Hermicraft x Dream smp fanfiction, Tommy gets to end up in Hermicraft and there is a very interesting gimmick

The Inner Workings Of TommyInnit by JamieIsOffline

Probably not everyone’s cup of tea as it is a reaction fic, but it’s actually really well done

Hell is in the eye of the beholder by  eenimeeniminimo

Dsmp!Tommy and Osmp!Tommy swap places

It's not kidnapping if he is us by Anonymous

3 different versions of Tommy end up meeting a pre-Dsmp version of themselves and decide to accompany him on his travels, also stan Lucid!

Completed: 

Poem No. 5 by SilverWing15

This is the sister fic to Diasporas Blue from Phil’s pov and it’s so sweet and fluffy!

An Eye for an Eye by Leviathan_Wizard

Tubbo gets to explode the world, as he should!

But You Were His by rabble_dabble_writes

PHIL ANGST PHIL ANGST PHIL ANGST. Man is brooding after offing his son

Lost in Translation by SilverWing15

Everything is in space. Phil and Techno got called in to bring back home one of the most terrifying creatures: a human. All the while Tommy is just having a terrible day and now he can add a pig guy and a bird guy to the list of aliens who kidnapped him that day...

A Sibling Outing Perhaps? by Ralli

Techno, Wilbur, Tommy and Tubbo hang out together but Tommy is a racoon

Right Hand Child by ace_enderchest

Wilbur probably should ask for an ID before getting someone to be his vice-president...