fryingpan1234567 · 2 years ago
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have some headcanons I have for Hermitcraft, the DSMP, and Minecraft content in general
Gen:
- Communicators come in three forms: something that looks like a Nintendo DS, a phone, or this screen-type thing that wraps around your forearm. It contains everything that isn't "in-game"- like settings, chat, inventory, all that stuff
- Elytras look like different kind of wings that adapt to the player that wears them. When you first find them in an End City, they're gray silk and two-piece. When a player equips them, they change to become a part of them until they take them off. For example- Grian's became feathery and colorful parrot wings- bird shaped and all. However, Tommy's- they're white with red edges, feathered as well, and there's four of them. Two bigger ones, and two smaller ones underneath those. Pearl's have two sets like Tommy's, only they're purple and dark gray moth wings. Tango and Impulse have dragon ones, as would Wilbur's, had he had them. They're all different
- The way building works is that you select a block out of your communicator/ inventory, and it's about the size of a miniblock- you can hold it with one hand. Once you toss it on the ground, it expands into a full-size block like we know and love
- Taking damage/ healing potions/ wounds are interesting, because depending on how you get hurt, it's different. Fall damage means a lot of pain- but no visible damage. If you got hit with a weapon, on the other hand, it leaves a cut or wound. You bandage it, and having "full hunger" means you'll heal faster. Only a potion fully erases the marks
- Each SMP/ server is its own planet. You can travel between them with your communicator, like teleportation, but not all of them are public. Some, like Hermitcraft and DreamSMP, you need an invitation to get into
- That being said, every Nether is connected. It's infinite. Every server just has a different part of it. The End, however- every SMP only gets one, unless they "reboot", like the Hermits do every season
- The DSMP and Hermitcraft are pretty well intertwined- Tommy and Grian are cousins, Charlie is Jevin's little bro, Zed and Puffy are siblings as well, Xisuma found Ranboo as a kid and sent him to the DSMP. Once- and only once- a year, the two servers meet for a party, alternating which server it's held in. They also send each other stuff for pride month, because they're all gay idiots who build (and blow up) pretty things 
Hermitcraft:
- Every few months, the Hermits "season over"- the migrate to a whole other sector of the planet and start over. There isn't really a reason, they just all get antsy whenever they stick to one place for too long
- Only some of them are human! For example, X is an entity- not from Earth, not the End or the Nether. He just sort of is. Humans of the server include Keralis, False, Joe, Iskall, Beef, xB, Hypno, and Wels. Everyone else is some sort of other species or hybrid.
- Continuation of the last one, here are our hybrids/ other species:
     - Impulse is a dragon hybrid
     - Zed is sheep🐑
     - Tango is a fire demon/ blaze, take your pick
     - Bdubs is a glare (look it up if you don't know they're awesome)
     - Rendog does not need a detective to figure out
     - Doc is a creeper hybrid
     - Scar and Cub are both vexes
     - Mumbo, along with Doc and Iskall, is a cyborg
     - Grian is birb
     - Pearl is a moth
     - Gem is a deer hybrid (and a trans one bc only males have antlers :DD)
     - Cleo... yeah
     - Stress, Gem, and technically Bdubs are nature nymphs
     - Etho is also a being. Not worldly. Not otherworldly. Just exists.
     - TFC is a stone golem hybrid!!
     - Jevin is Jevin honestly
- Hels is a direct mirror of Hermitcraft. It more resembles the Nether than the Overworld, but they do connect in the real Nether just like all the other servers, just closer. Helscraft is made up entirely of twins too- each Hermit has their respective twin living in Hels copying every build they make. Any Hermit or Helsmit could find their way around the others' territory without a problem because they're virtually the same
- It is very safe to say that every single Hermit needs their daily intake of coffee or there'll be hell to pay. Stress and Bdubs would be asleep on their scaffolding by hour two, Scar has been known to fall right out of the air while flying, Wels and Xisuma are on a literal rampage, Impulse is just. Dead. Lying dead on the floor. He does not get work done that day
DSMP:
- I've got more hybrid/ species hc's for ya (I can't give you all of them there's so many members TvT)
     - Dream is an axolotl hybrid. As much as I love SAD-ist's design, I like the thought of that absent smile literally just being his face, hiding all those sinister thoughts
     - Sapnap is a blaze, obviously
     - Tommy, Phil, and Quackity are all various bird hybrids
     - Tommy, Techno, Phil, Karl, Foolish, and Callahan are all immortals/ gods (and DreamXD and Mumza obviously but yk)
- Once upon a time, the lives system was actually pretty well-kept... but after Wilbur and Tommy, and Dream went apeshit with the revival book, plus all these new gods joining, things are a little bit more chaotic. Tommy's life system is completely broken, Wil's will always continue, just in different forms, Foolish is a totem and can't even die in the first place other than the Red Banquet (but that was part of a ritual)
- Tensions and PTSD run high. There are so many traumatized people and villains and parental figures, everyone ends up with some weird hobbies to cope-
     - Tommy ends up learning to sew and makes pride flags for everyone when they come out and during pride month, and he's made himself a sweater from Friend's wool. He also sewed the patches onto Wilbur's jacket
     - Tubbo learned how to care for bees and a garden
     - Quackity started his own country?? Good for him ig go off king
     - Ranboo got really into the sciences :DD
- Niki took Wil's jacket when he died to Phil
- Puffy is always a shoulder to cry on for literally everyone, even before she officially became a therapist
there are the hc’s!! I’ve started work on the DSMP x Hermitcraft >> Life servers thing for @barley-hopkins (:<
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sleepynenes · 2 years ago
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“cappy did you entirely redo the nightingales drawing because you didnt like it” yes. yes i did. while you’re here read 8bau
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writing-the-end · 4 years ago
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LoL Chapter 27- Hermits
Masterpost
A Wizard Hermits tale (AU, designs, ideas belongs to @theguardiansofredland)
Its not often the hermits get a chance to all be together. And while they know battles lie ahead of them, they take this moment to enjoy being a family again. 
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Etho appears beside TFC, causing the mineral mage to sputter out the coffee he was sipping. “I caught sight of xB a few islands down!” 
The hermits murmur with excitement and follow Etho to the shoreline. Sure enough, xB is hauling Hypno and Beef onto the warm sand. Hypno thumps his hand against his head, an attempt to escape his clogged ears which only fails for him. “Can’t we take a sky turtle next time?” 
“But it’s more fun to swim!” xB chuckles, and with a flick of his finned ears and his grey tail he runs to hug the hermits. “It’s so good to be back, guys! I can’t remember the last time all of us were on the island together.”
“You guys said something about taking back Lairyon?” Beef raises an eyebrow, looking over at Doc. “This isn’t your rebellious phase coming back, is it?”
“We’ll explain everything on the way. TFC has a lot to tell.” Etho wraps his arms around Hypno and xB, before disappearing into their shared shadow. 
The kipling laughs, shaking his head and looking around the island. “Some things never change. I see you haven’t fixed the hole in False’s forge either.” 
The hermits laugh, the entire group filled with life as they return to the guild hall. Joe and Cleo regale the missing hermits with the story of their victory at the Chimaera’s Championship. Their battles and challenges in the arena, facing off against the best guilds and winning the cup. They also tell Hypno, xB, and Beef about the heist, the discovery. 
“Why am I not surprised?” Hypno hums, tapping his fingers against the wood of the table that he sits down at. TFC pats the boys on the head, grabbing at Beef’s face and tapping his finger on a scar he sees. Beef shrinks away, concerned for a second, but the guildmaster only chuckles in response.
“I can’t wait to hear that story. It’s good to have you guys back.” TFC pats him on the back. “Treat you to a pint of beer next time we go to town.” 
“Let’s hear about this big job you’ve got planned for us first.” xB raises an eyebrow. In response, TFC rolls out his map.
The paper has changed since they first decided to go after Dolios and his creepy crystals. If there’s one thing an outlaw guild knows how to do, it’s to find new jobs through the grapevine. “Dolios has these tales silenced. I’ve heard of at least six other guilds being attacked or wiped out by unknown magic. Unfortunately, we’re too late to help them.” Team ZIT glance at one another, but focus on the here and now. “But there are places we can make a difference, as well as get information and better ourselves as a group.”
TFC motions to the Evernight forest. “An old friend of mine said there has been stories of familiars and companion animals going missing. No trace of where they went, except for a few patches of charred grass.”
“Charred, or drained?” Mumbo muses. To anyone, that sounds like the signs of a dragon ravaging Foresta, but after Mumbo’s duel with a draconic mage he knows dragons aren’t that dastardly. Nothing is as dastardly as Dolios. 
TFC grins, the newest member and the guildmaster sharing a knowing glint. “There’s also Shellor- which, I believe one of our hermits here knows quite intimately.” Etho gives a two fingered salute, rocking on the back legs of his chair until they fall out from under him, dumping him on the floor. Doc, Beef, and BDubs laugh at him. “There’s a few spies who’ve seen things Dolios has done, but the hard part will be earning their trust.” 
“Hmm, yeah. I don’t think I really left Shellor on a good note.” Etho grimaces. 
“That’ll be you, Keralis, and Grian’s problem. Meanwhile, we also need some help in the magical beings department. And if there’s one group that has mysterious, arcane magic on lock, it’s-”
“The fae!” Stress slams down her hands, a bright smile on her face. Iskall jolts upright and nearly hits the table again on the way down. “But where will we go? The fjords? The mountains? Heartbreak Trench?” 
“The flowerfruit fields. While you’re there, you and BDubs can gather ingredients that we’ve been running low on.” TFC glances at the map, running a finger over the lime green patch on the map. “We do have two confirmed crystal sightings, as well as Gildara. Edenswell seems to be falling ill to dark magic, and there’s reasonable belief that Dolios isn’t getting these massive rocks from nowhere- he’s using gems from the mines.” 
Heads peek over one another in an attempt to see the map. The charcoal diamonds and swirls. Gildara still sits untouched, and every hermit looks at one another. Do any of them want to return to the beginning of this all? Even to put an end to the dark magic plaguing the land, the memories of what they saw, what they experienced, still remain. 
Except for those that weren’t there. “I don’t think I’d mind checking out this hokey little town you guys keep talking about.” Beef grins, glancing over at Hypno and Wels. “We’ll have that place brimming with flaxen fields and green gardens all over again.” 
TFC grins, dipping his head in thanks to the returning hermits. He leans back, looking at the filled guild hall. “It’s been so long since we’ve all been together. If only it were on good terms.” 
“It feels good to return home.” xB ruffles his hair with a scaled hand, looking around for a second, then returning to speaking. “Even if it’s just for a short time, we should enjoy everyone being together again.” 
“What I’m hearing is we need to have our signature hermit celebrations.” Tango’s face splits into a devious smile. All around him, other hermits get a similar smirk on their face. Before TFC can agree to the idea, the hermits are gone. Cleo rushes to her wrecked pirate ship, hefting kegs of ale with the aid of Stress. Wels commandeers False’s forge to begin baking his favorite sweets, while Mumbo, Grian, and Iskall work together to fix the pennants, lanterns, and flags that decorate the guild hall in a myriad of colors. 
Tango snaps his fingers, and a small flame dances at his fingertips, jumping from his nails to the wicks of the lanterns. He ducks out of the way just in time to avoid being smacked in the face by a massive fish, tossed from the sea by xB and grabbed by Grian midair. The whirlpool mage disappears back underwater, back to hunting in the realm he was born in. 
The sun begins to inch towards the western horizon, turning the sky ablaze in a mosaic of pinks, oranges, yellows, and reds. A blue flag flutters against the ancient oak tree, catching on a branch. BDubs reaches out from his seat near the food platters, hardly even glancing away from the fresh baked goods, and with a flick of his wrist the branch bends away and the flag flies free again. 
False appears beside Wels, grabbing a brownie from the hot pan and sticking her tongue out at him as she passes. When Wels objects she’s quick to retort. “You used my forge. It’s rental payment, paladin.” 
Beef sets out plates, which are promptly ignored once Impulse and Zedaph have finished cooking the tuna xB caught. Music swells from a music box the creation of Ren, with the help of Mumbo, the upbeat songs written and composed with Joe and requests from the other hermits for their favorite tunes. 
The music thrums against the low roar of talking, the sound only broken by the common lilt of laughter. Hermits tell their stories, whether they be heard for the thousandth time or a new tale to tell. Beef causes Hypno to flush as he recounts the prank he pulled on the dream mage. Hypno turns bright red, quiet voice cracking over the tale. “I smelled like centaur shit for a week! It was awful, I’ll tell you that.” 
A raucous laugh erupts from that table, overshadowing the story of Mumbo’s duel to xB. “I swear on my life, I thought she was gonna swallow me whole. Or burn me like coal.” Mumbo shakes his head. “I don’t think I ever want to go up against a draconic mage ever again in my life.” 
“I’m surprised a kipling, a draconic mage, and a desert wizard were one team. That’s a strange group. I don’t think I’ve even met each of the others.” xB takes a bite of his fish, marinated in fresh fruits that Cub plucked from nearby islands. “But I’m sure that kipling gave you guys a run for your money. That magic she had… it’s rare beyond imagination. In kipling legend, it means a legendary hero is about to arise.” 
“He definitely kicked Ren’s ass. I don’t think I ever saw so much water moved at once.” Mumbo shakes his head, and stuffs a red jelly tart into his mouth. 
Keralis stands, tossing his woven hat from the brown curls of his hair, and inviting himself onto the open floor. “I love this song! Come on, my wonderful friends, let’s dance!” 
The setting sun casts a golden glow, bouncing off verdant leaves, twisting along the waves of the Ashioll sea. Laughter and music dance in the gilded light, playing in the curls of Zedaph’s hair as he joins Keralis. The two bumble around, drunk from Cleo’s ale but enjoying themselves immensely. 
Only one hermit wasn’t taking part in the festivities. Atop the canopy that protects the guild hall below, Xisuma watches as the stars appear in the sky. For a few moments in the day, the void and the sun share the space above. And he always thinks of the one person he knows he should forget by now. But he would’ve loved this, even if he’s constantly worrying about being caught doing something wrong. 
“Hey X, you gonna mope up there all day or join us?” Jevin grins below, one hand placed on his hip and the other waving Xisuma down. “Just because you’re a void mage doesn’t mean you have to a-void everything!” 
Xisuma rolls his eyes, but smiles beneath his mask. “After that terrible pun, how can I say no?”
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