#iskall x grian

[mcytshipsandmore]

everyday i miss s6 polytechs (grian x mumbo x iskall) THEY WERE SO BOYFRIENDS

qpr polytechs where grian and iskall are both dating mumbo but not dating each other <33

Grian and iskall making out with mumbo jumbo in the sloppiest way and then high fivint eachother afterwards in 4k HD

WHO SAID THAT!!!!😨😨😨😨😨😨😭😭😭😭😭🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

WHO SAID THAT SPEAK UP 🫵💀🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

[archangel-004-art]

Happy Pride [explodes]

[lilajeanbasener]

Chapter 10! Hermitcraft Audiobook [Forgotten or Forbidden]

[radioves]

its quite shrimple actually

[rosaacicularis]

which was more culturally significant, the renaissance or hermitgang

[prianya]

Fuji Apples

Posted in Alphabetical Order by Hermit!

Bdubs

Nothing here!

Cub

Tournament Aces • Platonic

Blurb • Romantic

Routines • Romantic

Doc

Concerto • Romantic

Emotional Diametric • Platonic

Ethos

Off Course and Unmapped • Platonic

Staggering Schedules • Romantic

Costume Negotiations • Romantic

Wavering, Unwavering • Romantic

What a Flirt! • Romantic

Grian

Disheveled Feathers • Romantic

Twinkling Lights • Romantic

Iskall

Throwing Stones • Platonic; ft. Mumbo

La Lune • Platonic; ft. Tango

Mumbo

So This is Love • Romantic

Lemon and Ginger • Romantic

Beloved and Beautiful • Romantic

Ren

All’s Fair • ?

Bountiful Harvests • Platonic

Scar

Crystal Clear • Platonic

Waltz of the Flowers • Romantic

Ad Amicum • Platonic

Romantic Discourse • Romantic; ft. Cub

Emotional Isolation • Romantic

Sandcastles • Platonic; ft. Cub

Tango

Shattered Teracotta • Romantic

Once in a Blue Moon • Romantic

Dirty Dishes • Romantic

Xisuma

Faulty Coding • Platonic

Sunny Side of the Morning • Romantic

Late Night Reassurance • Platonic

Shooting Star • Romantic

L’amour • Romantic

Altruism • Romantic

Sick Days • Platonic

• Enjoy your stay! • Come again soon! •

[earthensart]

Hey hey hey Hermitcraft enjoyers!

Hoping some others here are Moominvalley fans, as for the foreseeable future I’ll be designing the Hermits into their own Moominvalley-sonas. Have questions? Comments? Critique? Suggestions on who to make a Moominvalley-sona of next?

Asks are open and welcomed! I’d be pleased to have an excuse to share this world with others <3

Summary so far:

Future versions will be colored! Plot/world building is a WIP :>

[rosenight143]

Here are some more hermitcraft fan kids

Maddie- daughter of mumbo jumbo and iskall

Xia void- daughter of xisuma and Keralis

Gally goodtimes- daughter of Grian and scar

Reggie m77 dog- daughter of doc and ren

Zoey hills- daughter of Cleo Joe of stress

Talia tek- daughter of tango, impulses and zedaph

Don't pay attention to the fact gally who is wheelchair bound is standing...

[hanahaki-disease]

Havent I Given Enough?

Hermit! Tommy Hermitcraft x DSMP Crossover fic

Chapter 5 | Just Know That If You Hide, It Doesn't Go Away

Summary: Tommy always believed that events happen for a reason: a tree falling, a light fading, a shadow growing. It always happened for a reason

Word Count: 4425

Notes: Song Title comes from "Little Dark Age" by MGMT

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The last place the Hermit took their guest was the shopping district. 

With the sun setting over the horizon, it was the perfect time for the young blond to roam and explore the bustling section of the server. Bdubs was off-world for the next few days which meant that nights could befall the hermits. Under the darkness of night, Tommy was able to freely walk around the deepslate roads. Most of the hermits were away at their base or their farms, wanting to see how night and mob spawns affected the rates and stuff, meaning that the shopping district was mostly empty.  

Though the beacon street lamps provided light along the main shopping district road, the lights from the other shops were more than enough. When Tommy walked out of the nether portal, he stopped and stared at the buildings. “Woah.”

“This is the shopping district,” Iskall announces. “Here we trade our extra products or services with each other.” Tommy stared in wonder at the buildings around him. The first one that caught his attention was the brightly lit area to the left, the tall white building was like a beacon on that side of the area. Glowstone illuminated the name of the shop and made a ring of light onto the other shops around it where Tommy could faintly read the name “Depot” on the one facing them. “Where do you want to go first?”

“What’s in that one?” Tommy pointed to the Green’s shop.

Looking to where Tommy pointed, Iskall answered, “That’s Cub’s Greens shop, he sells all the different kinds of green things. Leaves, plants, lichen, stuff like that.” Between the floors there was movement. Someone was in the shop, in their hands looked to be a shulker, but upon closer inspection, Iskall saw the lab-coated redstone madman that was Cubfan. He seemed oblivious to the two. With his back to them and his focus on his task of restocking his shop, Iskall quickly led the blond teen in the opposite direction.

“Let’s go check out these shops, hm? I think Joe has a shop that launches squids in the air.” Tommy’s face lit up in amusement, stars seemed to shine in his blue eyes as he let Iskall whisk him away before he rambled on. Iskall couldn’t pay attention to what he was saying, too concerned with Iskall finding out about Tommy. But he hopes walking around the packed boulevard Bdubs was building shielded them from any curious eyes that seemed to spot them.

–

Cub dusted off the spore blossom particles from his hands, green streaks marred his pristine white coat, but the hermit didn’t seem to mind. Normally he would restock his shop during the day, wanting to minimize the chances of any hostile mob attack; yet with Total Choas nearing its completion, Cub had spent his time pushing through and finishing it that afternoon The pumpkin and restone monstrosity had been his hyper fixation since the beginning of the season and he was glad to say it’s ready, but back to the matter at hand.

After a long nap in the cool snow of Total Chaos, Cub grabbed his restock shulker boxes and made his way to the shopping district. Impulse and a few other hermits had bought him out of most of his greens that week. So instead of procrastinating the task of restocking, Cub decided to do it before he forgot (or passed out, one of the two.) Smirking, Cub closed the lid of the spore blossom barrel, having that product be the last of the restock, and yawned. He was ready to return to his base and sleep. 

Usually, the shopping district was silent at this time of night–save for the occasional zombie groan or skeleton rattle–so when Cub fan heard Iskall’s voice, he walked to the edge of his multilevel shop and searched for his friend. 

It wasn’t that hard to spot him, the bright lime–iskallium–green of his shirt and the faint glow of his cybernetic eye was like a beacon in the night. Cub was about to call out to him when he noticed the boy next to him. It was times like this Cub was grateful for the OptiFine binoculars. The kid was tall, Cub noticed when he stood next to Iskall. (But Iskall was on the lower side of average, Cub noted. At least compared to the hermits.) This kid, however, seemed to tower over him with long lanky arms and legs that he was still getting used to controlling. A red shirt hung loosely on his tall frame as he bounced around the shops with amazement. 

Who is that? Cub thought. New players had always been announced at the beginning of the season and emergency meetings were held on the rare occasions of them entering mid to late seasons, like Bdubs, Keralis, and Doc in season 6. And all players were announced in the world chat, but as Cub searched through his communicator, there was no sign or message of a new player. No one had even mentioned anything of a new person, which left Cub with two conclusions: one, the kid had entered on a day cub wasn’t on the server, and though those days were few and far between, there was one day where he had spent the whole day in the world hub.. Or two, the kid had glitched into Hermitcraft and has been hidden from the server by Iskall. 

Cub hoped it was the former.

Glitched players could cause devastating effects on player codes and servers. They corrupted players to their very source and servers withered away without warning, destroying people in its path, and leaving nothing in its wake. Cub was lucky to be alive, having been one of the very few to have escaped a glitched server and researched it during his time with the Vex. The screams of terror and the prayers for help still rang in his ears from that day, and Cub will be damned if he let a glitch corrupt his home and the hermits.

With a silent bang, Cub flew off his shop, the cool night air ruffling his hair as he retreated to his base. Plans of action sprouted in his mind, hoping he can convince other hermits about what he saw. The first person on his list: Welsknight.

–

When Tommy woke up, panic rose in his chest. Stone surrounded him like dread, it weighed him down and speed up his heart and all Tommy could think of was Pogtopia. Endless halls and the repeating stone had nearly driven him mad, not to mention his on the verge of madness brother. The fights, the shouts, and the stress clouded his head and prevented him from thinking straight during those days that now feel like a daze. He remembers what had happened, but it was like he was not there. It was as if he was on the outside looking in. He could see himself, staring at nothing as Wilbur spoke of war. 

Yet, as he sat on the bed, tangled in the bright green sheets that reminded him of someone surrounded by stone, Tommy couldn’t do anything to stop his lungs from grasping for air.

“Tommy?” 

He looked up. A bright green light blinded him from seeing the man’s face, but the green on his shirt and the way the man stood left only one person in his mind. Dream. 

Tommy pushed the outreaching hand away in fear and tried to scoot away from his captor, wanting to distance himself from the punishment that was sure to come for being insubordinate, forgetting that the bed would have to end at some point. Pain shot through his lower back and ass as he fell on the cold stone floor, but that was the furthest thing from his mind. Tommy crawled backward as the figure–Dream–stepped forwards.

“Stop being so difficult, Tommy!”

His breath quickened with each step of the figure. Memories rushed to the forefront of his mind, blinding him like the light covering the man’s face. Each footfall was another flash in his head. Step. Exile. Step. Logstedshire. Step. Pit. Step. Dream. Step. Isolation.

“This is why Tubbo exiled you! You never listen!” 

Cold stone touched his back and arms, pulling a gasp from his mouth. Cornered, Tommy looked around for an escape as the figure stepped closer. They spoke his name, but Tommy could hear nothing other than Dream’s voice, his anger and rage that focused solely on the blond for reasons he didn’t know sometimes. When a pair of hands grabbed onto his shoulder, Tommy screamed in fear. His scar-covered and still scratched hands tried to pry the enemy off of him.

“-ommy! Tommy!” The figure called and finally, the light dimmed as their hands tightened their grip on him. Before him, Tommy saw Iskall, his face contorted with worry as he kneeled before him. “Tommy, can you hear me? You need to breathe. Focus.”

Angrily, Tommy pushed Iskall off him, not wanting the hermit’s hands on him anymore. He brought his knees to his chest and rested his head in the empty gap between his legs and chest, hands reaching over his curls and shielding any light trying to peek through. His chest still heaved as he screwed his eyes shut. Memories of those days haunted him as he cowered in the cave. 

“Iskall! Where is he? Is he okay?” He heard Stress call out. 

“Over here Stress.”

“What’d you do to him? He’s shaking!” Stress yelled and the sound of fabric rustling caught his ear. It was a lifeline, an exit from his mind, and he focused on it as Stress dragged it along the cave's stone floor. He didn’t hear their voices only the sound of the blanket and the snap of one of its covers as Stress shook off the dirt that collected on it. “Love?” Stress draped it over him. “You alright? What’s wrong?”

Tommy couldn’t remember a time when someone asked him if he was alright. It was always the other way around. Him asking others. So a simple gesture like that shouldn’t have impacted him as much as it did, and yet, Tommy unraveled himself from the cocoon of his limbs and latched around Stress. The warmth of her embrace, gentle pats, and comforting back rubs, made him feel like it was his mother’s hugs. The ones he would fall asleep in, the ones that made him feel protected, loved, and safe. “It’s alright love, let it out.” And then the dam broke. 

He didn’t know how long he had cried on Stress’s shoulder but the ache in his back and knees gave him clues that it had been a while. But when he finished, when his eyes were sufficiently red and puffy, and his chest hiccuped as it tried to regain a breathing pattern, Stress gave him a sad smile. She ruffled his hair–which was still his bedhead, tufts sticking out in every direction–and placed a hand on his cheek.

 “Feeling better?” Stress asked and Tommy nodded, it felt like a small weight had been lifted off his shoulders. “Good.” She placed a motherly kiss on his forehead and helped him up, and despite Tommy towering over the small woman, it didn’t stop her from adjusting the blanket to wrap tighter around his shoulders and ensuring he wasn’t injured. “Now, let’s go have some tea and breakfast, and then we can go talk with Xisuma, okay?”

The small woman carefully lead the teen to the makeshift table made of spruce trapdoors bottled closed and two upside-down stairs, it wasn’t much but Tommy knew it was far better than anything on the Dream SMP. At least when it came to the furniture around him. He was sure that places like Las Nevadas or Eret’s castle would have luxury items or at least nice-looking items. But for as much as he loved L’Manburg, there could be some things said about the homes and things that reside in its walls. Hell, Iskall’s cave base was better than most things in his previous server. 

Tommy decided not to dwell on the Dream SMP. There was nothing he could do about the events of the past, and while he was a significant player in most if not all server-wide wars and mishaps, Tommy felt as if he was never given a choice for his actions. It was either “do this or die.” Those were his choices. Fight for L’Manburg or die in the war. Fight for Pogtopia or die. Fight with Tubbo or die. 

Never once was Tommy able to take a step back and stay on the sidelines. Never able to become an outsider looking in because he was always dragged into the fray, his own opinions and beliefs cast aside and new ones shoved down his throat. He was always told what to do, what path to take, and what his life was to become on that server. 

The only thing Tommy could think of that could be considered his choice was the Church Prime, something he and Dream built together. And yet, Tommy had found himself praying in the building during the wars, during the battles; praying for some cosmic entity to whisk him away or to stop the pain and suffering that plagued the server. To him, to Tommy, who from a young age was surrounded by death and destruction, it was a reprieve. A way to block out the world. Tommy held on to that during his time in Logstedshire, building a small shrine with a singular oak log. It wasn’t much but it was something Tommy could ground himself with. 

“If it’s not too much trouble,” Tommy finally spoke, the mug in his hands now lukewarm but still full of whatever tea Stress served. “Can I build something here? It won't be big or as grand as whatever you guys make, but can I?”

“Of course, love! I’ll let you use some of my resources and I’m sure Iskall won't mind if you use his too,” Stress smiled.

“What won't I mind?” The two turned to the swede, in his hands was the bucket of eggs Stress asked him to get.

“To use your resources,” She said. “Tommy wants to build something.”

“Sure! Take what you need!”  Nodding his head, Tommy silently watched as Stress and Iskall made breakfast.

–

With a shulker box of more than enough resources, Tommy and Stress walked around the base of the mountain looking for a good spot to build. To be honest, Tommy didn’t have a plan for what he wanted to build, just wanted a moment for himself by himself. He needed the silence.

“Here,” Tommy stopped at an alcove in the mountainside. It was small, no more than five blocks tall and three wide, but the tunnel stretched deeper inside. “I’ll build here.”

“You sure? It’s kinda small,” Stress lit a torch and walked inside the tiny cave. “But if it’s what you want, I won’t stop you.” Turning around, she looked at the teen. “You got a pickaxe? And a sword? Torches?”

“Yup,” He placed the shulker outside the mouth of the alcove, pulling out the tools and materials. 

“Alright, if you need more materials don’t be afraid to ask, okay?” With that, Stress walked back down the path they traveled, leaving Tommy alone.

Tommy placed torches as he walked the length of the cave, wondering how far it went. When it finally ended, the entrance was only twenty blocks behind him and it opened up to a decent-sized room. It was private. Secluded. And most importantly–silent. It was then Tommy got the idea to build a shrine for Church Prime. He could see it now. A statue against the far wall with torches at the base, lighting up the room and pulling the attention to the center. In the corners Tommy could see two fountains, pouring holy water into natural basins beneath them, illuminated by glowstone. 

With determination, Tommy got to work. 

He didn’t how long he had been working. His arms were caked in dirt and stone, sweat dripped from his hairline, and the new clothes he had received became filthy. He knew that during his solitude of building Stress and Iskall popped in to see how he was faring. When Stress came, she had brought him lunch and another shulker of materials, this one filled with pants and greenery, something Tommy wanted to add to the cave but didn’t have the materials for. She introduced him to moss and spore blossoms and–the most interesting plant Tommy believed–glow lichen. This spurred Tommy further into a build haze from all the new items and blocks he didn’t know existed. Iskall was the one to give him candles. He showed Tommy how they could clump together and create a softer light, opposing the harsh brightness of the torches. 

The hours seemed to whiz by because it was late when Tommy had finished. The room around him didn’t feel as imposing as it had when he first began, it wasn’t hollow and void of life. And now, as Tommy sat on one of the spruce benches, facing the small monument he built, Tommy could say he felt peace. 

“Dear Mumza,” Tommy began. Though the shrine was meant for Church Prime, Tommy used it as a way to talk to Kristen–Philza’s wife and temporary mother when he sought refuge from his first server. He doesn’t remember much of Mumza, only meeting her in the short moment between respawns, but that doesn’t deter him from talking to her. “I don’t know if you’re the one who brought me to Hermitcraft, or if you asked another goddess or something, but thank you. They don’t me there aren’t any canon lives which I think is bullshit. How can a world have infinite lives? Makes no sense. Anyway, I hope I can see you again soon, maybe whenever I join you for reals, you can show me, my mother, if she’s with you that is.”

A breath left his mouth as he finished his one-sided conversation, he hopes his mother isn’t dead. It’d be a damn shame if she was, however, this wasn’t the time to mourn the possibility of a dead parent. 

Tommy stood up from his spot on the bench and kneeled in front of the statue. It wasn’t grand or impressive, just quarts in the shape of some sort of angel with candles surrounding the base, but it was enough for Tommy. Prime knows it's better than the original church Tommy built.  With a sigh of contentment, Tommy closed his eyes and prayed, “Church Prime, thank you for the subs and donations. Thank you for letting me know there is light at the end of the dark age for it was your guidance and mercy that I am saved. 

“Church Prime, thank you for the subs. I know that you were the ones who bought me to the hermits, and though I don’t really know them yet, I trust in your actions that they are here to help me.” Tommy said, the moss beneath his knees and hands was cool to the touch. “Church Prime, thank you for the donations. The hermits have given me nothing but kindness with nothing in return, they let me eat their food and use their clothes. They let me use their materials to build this small shrine for you, and I thank you because I know you guided them here so that I could find refuge with them.” He lowed his head closer to the floor, eyes still shut. “Church Prime, thank you for the subs and donations.”

Lifting himself up, Tommy opened his eyes and stared at the statute. The anxiety in his chest had lessened after his prayer but it didn’t fully dissolve. There was still that looming threat of Dream finding out where he is, of him forcing himself to Hermicraft and causing destruction, and if he does that–then it would have been Tommy's fault. All the pain and misery placed upon the server would be because Tommy had disobeyed Dream and fled from him.  And if anything had happened to the hermits, the ones he hasn’t met or the ones that took care of him, Tommy doesn’t know what he’d do. 

“Wow,” A voice behind him started Tommy out of his thoughts. It was Xisuma. He stood at the entrance to the shrine room, bone helmet in one hand and the other resting on his hip as he looked at what Tommy had built. “This place looks amazing, did you build this?” Tommy nodded. “Well, this looks great. May I enter?”

“I can’t tell you no if I wanted to,” Tommy said and stood up. 

“Why’s that?” Xisuma placed his second helmet on one of the benches as he walked closer to Tommy.

“This is for Church Prime,” He answered. “Church Prime lets anyone in if they need help or just a quiet place to rest, they are kind like that.”

“Are they your deity?” 

Gesturing to the bench closest to them, Tommy and Xisuma sat down as the younger of the two spoke. “Yeah. My guardian from my other server had told me a lot about the watchers and the gods and goddesses they are bound to, one of them was Church Prime, at least that’s what my previous admin said their name was.”

“I don’t want to be rude, but I’ve never heard of a watcher or a deity named ‘Church Prime,’” Xisuma said. “I myself am a Watcher follower so I know a bit about them, too. Maybe they have a different name? Can you describe them to me?”

“Church Prime is a woman, with gold eyes and black hair,” Tommy began. “At least to me. But their world is pure white with a singular white cathedral-like building, that’s where they are. She is said to be time and life itself, knowing what is to come and who to bring forward into the overworld below. Her watchers were said to be a harbinger, leading all the tragedies that Church Prime saw in the future and bringing change to every world they enter.”

“Sounds to me like Chruch Prime is Lady Irene,” Xisuma said. “You speak of her so reverently, which is strange to me, because I‘ve always heard and read that she was cruel to players.”

“Change is always cruel isn’t it?” Tommy said. “It sets your world on fire and drags away your family with no regard for those left behind. It brings war and strife to all you love and takes away all the good from your life despite how much you beg for it to go away!” Anger had begun to bubble in his chest and it was at times like this that he wishes Church Prime wasn’t such a significant part of his life. He knows that eventually, everything has to change to bring forth all the good and bad that’s to come, and yet, it seemed as if all Church Prime had brought him was nothing but bad. But Tommy knew that it was all part of a plan. A plan only she would know and was doing everything in her power to make sure Tommy followed it. “But…change isn’t always cruel, sometimes is mercy.”

“How so?”

“Because sometimes she leads you to Kristin.” 

Xisuma didn’t know what to say to that. Lady Death was the most merciful of the deities, despite her watchers being cruel and unforgiving. He had grown up learning about all the different gods and goddesses from worshipping the most cynical because of his home world, but it wasn’t something that didn’t sit right with the admin. How could he worship and praise a being that would terrorize the innocent for no logical reason? It went against the moral code Xisuma had for himself and he was about Tommy’s age when he delved deeper into the scriptures and texts about the other watchers and deities. 

One had stuck out to him at that time–a watcher who had rebelled and fled from Lady Death’s domain. He had been chosen as a player to become a watcher, to follow Lady Death as she collected the deceased and guided them to the afterlife. But her watchers didn’t work with her, that was reserved for the Angel of Death, a man who has stood by her side for eons, the watchers were the ones to lay waste upon the overword. 

Where Lady Irene’s watchers, the few that exist, were the warning signal of change and destruction; Lady Death’s watchers were the ones to bring forth that misery. They tore down villages and cities, burned empires to the ground, and killed with no empathy so that their goddess was seen as merciful. But Xelqua, the player who became a watcher, couldn’t kill. He went against his directive and fled from the goddess, becoming a minor god himself. 

Xelqua, in his time of solitude, became the patron god of wanderers, those seeking what they lost in themselves and around them. He had guided them to places where they could heal and find hope, a hope Xisuma was told he, himself had lost during his time as Lady Death’s watcher. Xelqua granted protection to those in need, as well. And only Xelqua knows how many times the admin had prayed for protection over his hermits when he took the responsibility of Hermitcraft. 

“Lady Death truly is the kindest of them all,” Xisuma said breaking the short silence. “I came here to ask about your previous server and how you came here, but I think I’ll leave that conversation for another day.” The admin stood up from his spot on the bench, stretching his arms above his head. “Oh, and I figured out you weren’t glitched into the server.”

“How?” Tommy asked. “If I wasn’t glitched, then how did I enter? Because Stress said that there weren’t any messages in your world chat about me entering.”

“I looked through the code at Stress’s pond and saw that there were traces of magic in the water,” Xisuma strapped his bone helm to his helmet. “A powerful magic user, who’s able to alter game codes, made it so that the water was a portal from your server to ours for a few moments. Which means that the person who had to have done it has to be one of three beings.”

“Which are?”

“An admin, a watcher, or,” Xisuma turned to face Tommy. “A god.”

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Oooooooh, tensions are rising and bits and piece of my adequate world building is showing.

Hope you all like the chapter!

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[scp42069howthefisthisnametaken]

Who's pov would you recommend to watch season 6 of hermitcraft?

[noctude]

this idea has been in my brain for over 2 months and I finally had time to make it. is this too earnestly cringe to upload? i am beyond the capacity to care. enjoy

now on youtube!

[link to drive folder w/ downloads including instrumental]

Everything was chill back in Hermitcraft 6 (lying)

Then Grian got up to his usual tricks 

The name of the game is kill or be killed

No swords no bows no PVP skills

First Rendog found his inner fish

But he couldn’t stick the landing and his bones went squish

Stress flew through the dares with talent and grace

But she didn’t catch the totem and she fell on her face

Then Ren came back with a sinister vice

Tricked X with a race and blew him up twice

Looks like steel beams can’t be melted by slime

‘Cause Jevin didn’t see Mumbo’s tower in time

Stress set a trap at the shopping district

And dropped Scar right into a pufferfish pit

Cub’s stunt got stuck and X felt robbed

So he got a skeleton to finish the job

This is the Hermitcraft showdown of Hermitcraft destiny

Players, mobs, and explosions as far as the eye can see

And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be

This is the Hermitcraft showdown of Hermitcraft destiny

Tango and Impulse were shopping at the mall

But the store detonated and it killed them all

Grian had a no-good-very-bad-day 

And when he made it back home he got blown away

Then False broke a block and before she could speak

A giant underground explosion sent her into next week 

Cleo signed up for a warehouse tour

But she didn’t read the waiver and she fell through the floor

And TinFoilChef went laughing to the grave

Then without another word went back into his caves

Tango’s game was a race against the clock

And Keralis threw an egg at the most explosive block  

Now revenge is a dish that’s best served cold 

But Bdubs got it boiling as Cleo foretold

And when Joe got the rug pulled from under his feet

He tried to play it cool but he couldn’t take the heat 

This is the Hermitcraft showdown of Hermitcraft destiny

It’s 90% explosions as far as the eye can see

And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be

This is the Hermitcraft showdown….

In another dimension

With danger abound

Mumbo threw his ender-pearl

But missed solid ground

And Doc had played smart

But Grian played mean

He was dead on arrival,

The trap unforeseen

Then one player remained,

One Dragon Head left-

For the ride of his life, 

Iskall auctioned his death

He beat Joe Hills And ZombieCle-o

And every other member of the Dragon Bros:

FalseSymmetry and BDoubleO

And Grian and Mumbo Jumbolio 

Also Rendog, Jevin, TangoTek and Cubfan, 

Stress, Scar, and X just couldn’t beat the Iskallman

TinFoilChef or ImpulseSV

Doc can rock with blocks but can’t flee

So Grian and Impulse forged a team

And together they built a death machine

With a narrative arc from beginning to end

And a wild surprise around every bend

When the show and the ride were finally done

Our champion knew that his course had run

All that remains from the end of this fight 

Is a piece of bloodstained diorite 

This is the hermitcraft showdown of hermitcraft destiny

Just way too many explosions - where do they get all that TNT???

And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be

This is the Hermitcraft showdown

(this is the Hermitcraft showdown)

This is the Hermitcraft showdown  

(this is the Hermitcraft showdown)

This is the Hermitcraft showdown 

(this is the Hermitcraft showdown)

Of Hermitcraft destiny

[obssesseddepressedsleeplessmess]

hermitcraft season x

everything keeps going wrong and its hilarious

day 1:

welsknight's power went out five minutes before they started

keralis couldn't join and no one noticed for a bit

xisuma fell in lava and almost died in the first five minutes

mumbo had to do the introduction (and he claims he know the least of what is going on)

gem's game was glitching with falling blocks

ren set up the coop caving only to be the only one to die

impulse (skizz's best friend) killed skizzleman as the first kill (not death) in demise

after that:

grian is obsessed with fishing to get a mending book and can't get one in over 4000 attempts when impulse got one in under 20

mumbo dying to phantoms rather than the complicated trap set up for when he came back from afk

iskall's collaborative base

scar seeing the trap cub set and activating it while laughing about how he wouldn't fall for it (and losing all his resources)

stress dying to a trap made for iskall

Bonus: not really wrong but everyone taking things slow except for doc who had a villager trading hall day 1 and then took off to go be doc and break Minecraft

[lilajeanbasener]

Chapter 9: Hermitcraft Audiobook [Forgotten or Forbidden]

[elodee]

HERMIT A DAY MAY - MASTERPOST

Everyone x Everything

Here it is, my final post for Hermit A Day May (posted a day late in June because I had to watch MCC Pride). Below is a the list of all my entries for the month with links to the original posts.

Day 1: VintageBeef VintagBeef x Bob's Burgers

Day 2: Xisumavoid Xisuma x Metalocalypse

Day 3: ZedaphPlays Zedaph x Professor Layton

Day 4: Keralis Keralis x Lupin the 3rd

Day 5: TinFoilChef TFC x The Lord of the Rings (1978)

Day 6: iJevin iJevin x Slime Rancher

Day 7: Mumbo Jumbo Mumbo Jumbo x Don't Starve

Day 8: xBCrafted xBCrafted x Futurama

Day 9: Skizzleman Skizzleman x Archer

Day 10: Stressmonster101 Stressmonster x Cucumber Quest

Day 11: PearlescentMoon PearlescentMoon x Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind

Day 12: Friends of Hermitcraft Jono x Cowboy Bebop

Day 13: Cubfan135 Cubfan x Courage the Cowardly Dog

Day 14: Docm77 Docm77 x Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust

Day 15: FalseSymmetry FalseSymmetry x Fullmetal Alchemist

Day 16: Welsknight Welsknight x Knights of the Zodiac (Saint Seiya)

Day 17: EthosLab Etho x Yu Yu Hakusho

Day 18: JoeHillsTSD Joe HIlls x Where the Sidewalk Ends

Day 19: Favourite "Alt" Hermit CuteGuy and HotGuy x Batman Beyond

Day 20: GeminiTay GeminiTay x Over the Garden Wall

Day 21: BDoubleO100 Bdubs x Stand Still, Stay Silent

Day 22: Iskall85 Iskall x Adventure Time

Day 23: TangoTek Tango x Yu-Gi-Oh

Day 24: ZombieCleo ZombieCleo x Junji Ito

Day 25: ImpulseSV Impulse x Samurai Jack

Day 26: Groups and Collabs Hermit PVP at Gem's Beach Arena x Pokémon

Day 27: Grian Grian x Doug

Day 28: GoodTimesWithScar Scar x Treasure Planet

Day 29: Hypnotizd Hypno x Gargoyles

Day 30: SmallishBeans SmallishBeans x Mononoke

Day 31: ReNDoG Ren x Borderlands

Looking back over May, I am so proud of myself for not only completing this challenge, but drawing every entry in a different style. I learned so much in just 31 days and exercised artistic muscles I forgot I even had.

I want to say thank you once again to the organizer of Hermit-A-Day May ( @as-if-unreal ) and the artists who pledged their time and effort to provide incentives for the Gamers Outreach fundraiser ( @rendiggitydog and @belmarzi ) as well as everyone else who helped run this project.

I also want to say a huge congratulations to everyone who participated in the Hermit-A-Day May challenge for raising a total of $1,222.00 for Gamers Outreach.

Thank you for helping the kids and thank you for enjoying my art!

[enkays-den]

Hermits as birds from where they live/were born!

note: my knowledge is centered around North American birds, so sorry if the european ones aren't super accurate

Bdubs: Northern Saw-Whet Owl. He's just a little guy with big eyes. Small and evil, love him

Cub: Common Starling. Skulk like-iridescence, incredibly friendly. Plus, with Cub running the horn store this season, he NEEDED to be the bird that can imitate pretty much any noise it hears

Doc: Bonelli's Eagle. Large raptor found in Germany. It's straight "brow" and hunched posture remind me of Doc

Etho: Common Loon. THE! CANADIAN! BIRD! Despite being "common", their pattern is simply EXQUISITE Plus, it has a red eye! Also listen to the noises these things make, it's literally stock nature sounds all in one bird. Also, I'd put Etho on my one dollar coin.

False: Barn Owl. Very elegant owl, I just feel it suits her, that's all. Very stately posture.

Gem (Season 10 specifically): Great Blue Heron. It's a fisher, it's blue, it's menacing, what more could you ask for?

Scar (Hotguy): Double-crested Cormorant: A waterfowl bc scar did competitive swimming, it's got a slightly funky shape which I feel suits scar's personality. It also has the Hotguy colors!

Grian: Eurasian Bullfinch. Parrot Grian will not reign supreme. Look at that little guy. He's mischievous, he's red, I do not trust him.

Hypno: Stellar's Jay. My provincial bird! I just think both have very chill and cool personalities

Jevin: Lazuli Bunting. Just a little blue guy!

Impulse: American Goldfinch. Black and yellow, need I say more?

Iskall: Booted Eagle. Something about a stout raptor just feels right. Look at that posture. Reminds me of when Iskall tries to copy the brits' accents.

Joe: Turkey Vulture. Although seen as odd or menacing, all vultures are integral to the local ecosystem and are in actuality, very elegant and gentle birds.

Keralis: Boreal Owl. Yes, I did make the two guys with big eyes owls, What of it? LOOK at him. Put a little hardhat on him, put a little hawiian shirt on him. Precious sweet face.

Mumbo: Avocet. It's basically a vibe check and a mustache joke.

Peal: Black Swan. Big 5AM Pearl vibes. Giant, beautiful, protective. Love that for her.

Ren: Giant Kingfisher. Obligatory King Ren joke, it's a South African bird, and it's kinda goofy looking. I think the speckled feathers look like a ruffled fur collar on a king's cape.

Skizz: Golden Eagle. Large, majestic, hella strong, and he's wearing pants :3

Joel: Tree Swallow. Very small, beautiful, agile bird. The swallow's wings remind me of Asian art styles.

Stress: Magpie. GOR-JUS and LOUD. Imagine her next to Iskall (they're very similar in size, bless them)

Tango: Swainson's Hawk. I fought every bone in my body to not make an Arizona Cardinals joke when I already made a Phoenix Coyotes one maybe half an hour before. The Swainson's hawk is on the smaller size, but still a deadly spitfire, which I think suits Tango

TFC: Brown Pelican. A solitary bird, definitely a rare sighting. TFC was always joking about how much he would eat, I thought a pelican was apt

Beef: Barred Owl. MY FAVORITE OWL. I literally call them 'round beefy boys' and they're just so sweet and I love them

Wels: American Kestrel. I LOVE these little guys. Simply the smallest, cutest and beautiful falcon there is. They're about the size of a pigeon. It's just got such a regal posture despite being a little cutie.

XB: Rock Pigeon. Despite being common and seen as a "dumb pest", they are pretty intelligent, there's a reason they were used to carry messages around. They're also a close relation to doves! The green collar also is like the jacket collar on his skin.

Xisuma: Semipalmated Plover. X and Mumbo were both chosen because of how those birds run on the beach. They're RIDICULOUS. This subspecies is exclusively because it look like he's wearing a little helmet.

Zedaph: Firecrest. Just the GOOFIEST little guy I found on the wiki of British birds. Look at that thing /aff. Also, Zed do be blowing up a lot

Cleo: Partridge. Beautiful bird, looks like they want to kill you in your sleep, just like Cleo.

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

You know that rule where if a pet lays on you, you can't move them? There's a list of Hermits that rule applies to.

This list is

Cub

Scar

Stress

Gem

Impy

Zed

Beef

Grian

Etho

Mumbo

Joe

Cleo

Hypno

Iskall

TFC

and Pearl

The rule also applies to Evil X, as X found out in season 8. EX will use this to cause problems.

-Mod Mleem