Haven't posted about this in a long while (I don't think I have since chapter one lol, we're on chapter 16 now, 100k words in) but here's a "Tommy gets sent to Hermitcraft" Fic me and my best friend @officiallydoubtful have been working on for a little over a year now. There's a fuck ton of world building and characterization because we are unwell, if this is a niche that's interesting to you, you should check it out!
We pulled him from exile and dropped the sad pathetic raccoon on the hermits doorstep
I Shouldn't Play With Fate (but what if once I could make you safe?)
There are a lot of "main characters" in this but the ones that have gotten the most focus so far are, Tommy (obv), False, Xisuma, Impulse, and Tubbo
This is a part of our Alternate Universe PreyBirds and is the current main fic (there's also a few hermit centric oneshots). We've leaned heavily into the bird symbolism, a lot of avian hybrid stuff because again, we are unwell.
Absolutely. He’s a reluctant admin who can barely contain the chaos his Hermits create, he trips over his own feet half the time, he’s kind and friendly but can only handle so much pressure, he’s probably oblivious to more than half the problems that arise on the server, and his response to big issues is probably to sigh loudly and await the oncoming headache while silently wishing someone else had been chosen to be in charge.
*holds clown horn threateningly* Could I request a candy maker Impulse x reader thing? To vibe check a certain person? Just- taste tester reader or just him being like “yo so I made way too many batches of candy so you get free candy, sweetheart.”
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•♥•♥ “Want some Candy?”♥•♥•
✎﹏Pairings﹏: c!Impulse x Reader
✎﹏Warnings﹏: none :>
✎﹏Genre﹏: Fluff/Pre established relationship
✎﹏A/N﹏: hohoho (give me back the horn kain-) i suppose this could be considered direct violence on this certain person but i will also do my best to get the other impulse simps as well <3. (psa its been a WHILE since ive written for tumblr so this is a bit short)
You hadn't seen Impulse in a while. The self proclaimed business tycoon was locked away in the gigantic factory that he called his home. The factory was running at full speed you could only assume, the chimneys puffing out black and occasionally purple puffs of smoke. No one was allowed into the factory, not even Xisuma, his strength not a match for the netherite laid doors. Luckily you had a special way of entering the factory,
that was by breaking a window and crawling in.
Your sudden appearance, tumbling down from the window sill certainly did give Impulse a fright. He had his special ‘work goggles’ on, yellow gloves protecting his hand while his bow tie was discarded for a lab coat. His hair was a mess, sticking out as if he hadn't brushed it in a week.
“OH SWEET AETHE- Y/N? W-what are you doi- did you just break my window to get in.”
Hurriedly explaining that the factories doors were locked while brushing off a bit of glass that had gotten stuck to your wrist brace, you couldn't see the blush spread on Impulse’s face as he continued basking in your presence. Sure you might have just dropped out of nowhere (well more like fell in from his window) and your hair was all messed up, but to him you were the most beautiful being then and there. He sure was lucky to have you as his partner
“Impulse? Did I send you into a state of shock that bad? You've been staring at me for a while notthatImind-”
“Huh? Did you say something darling?” He removes his goggles, rubbing the sleep out of them, he may have been dozing off to the sound of your voice.
“Uh...nah its best if you didn't hear that. Anyways what were you working on for so long?” He sheepishly grins, gesturing to the test tubes scattered about.
“Well....I had a few orders that were still pending, so I was working on that, but after that I remembered that the first order had asked for a few batches of the same candy but then I went overboard with it and wellll I may have 32 batches of 8-packed candy stored in my closet.”
okay so recently ive read quite a few fics where xisuma is mentioned as needing his helmet to be able to breathe overworld air either a) because its too heavy, or b) he cant breathe it for another reason, so his helmet acts as an oxygen line of sorts.
so i was thinking about this and it occurred to me that something that could be feasible when writing about minecraft characters, especially the hermits, to write it where the End air is too light for human/non-End creature hermits to breathe, meaning they either need a filter/gas mask, or an oxygen tank.
idk just wanted to throw that out there for any writers to use if they wanted
SYNOPSIS: Headcanons for if a certain admin has been pining after you from afar, but you’re completely oblivious- that is, until you get a ‘secret admirer’.
WARNINGS: None!
A/N: Is the title to this a reference to this song by Louie Zong? Yes. Do I feel any shame? No. Anyways, this last meal before the Christmas stuff drops is brought to you by our favorite anon- Crown!
Let me preface all this with the fact that Xisuma is not good at feelings.
Ever since he had become the admin of Hermitcraft, he was constantly busy, leaping from project to project as he worked to singlehandedly manage a server as large as it was. I mean, Mumbo and Iskall’s Redstone crimes alone were enough to give him grey hairs.
It wasn’t that Xisuma was adverse to love or relationships- no, he consistently put his friends’ heath and well-being above his own. It was just that, well, since he didn’t have time to sleep more often than not, it would be difficult for him to develop a crush.
Which sucks for him, because the second he laid eyes on you, our man was doomed.
The entire server probably realizes that you’ve caught the resident admin’s fancy long before you or he does- shooting each other sly glances as the helmeted man spends a little too long staring in your direction.
It probably takes one of the hermits literally beating him over the head with the fact for him to realize it, and for the next few days he can hardly look at you without blushing straight to the tips of his ears.
I mean- cut the man some slack! He’s feelin new things, okay 🥺🥺🥺
Naturally, you are completely oblivious to this man’s affections for you, writing off his suddenly awkward behavior as a symptom of his sleep deprivation, or maybe anxiety as the server prepared for the newest update to roll around.
Whatever it was, you made a point to treat the admin the same as you always did, greeting him with a cheery smile and a wave every time you crossed paths in Boatem village, walking to and from the shops they had set up.
“Hey, ‘Suma!”
“O-oh, hi! Er- everything alright?”
“Just peachy! You?”
“Fine- great, even! Totally not dying inside or anything-”
“What?”
“Hm?”
It’s only a matter of time before you notice the notes.
Just little things, comments on your base or compliments on your attire that you find tucked into your shulker boxes, or slipped under your door.
‘I liked the deepslate you used for texturing here. Sometimes it catches me off guard how talented you are at building.’
‘I thought that prank you pulled on Iskall the other day was funny.’
‘You looked really nice today. Every day, actually- but not meant in a creepy way though. That just sounded more creepy. Okay, I’m just going to stop this right here before I embarrass myself any further.’
At first, you’re confused- there was no reason for the other hermits to secretively try and contact you. You’re more than used to them just stating their opinions to you aloud, so what reason would they have to remain anonymous?
If you’re being honest, you kind of thought it might be a prank.
That is, until one of them is finally addressed ‘from your secret admirer’.
Prime above, the burning in your face when you read that was enough to rival the sun.
Suddenly, all of the things that they had written down made a whole lot more sense when you added the romantic context to it.
Meanwhile, Xisuma is just doing his best. Like, the man has a mini-heart attack every time he writes one of those notes, and he’s basically having a mental breakdown over the last one.
Poor boy :(((
You find yourself falling for whoever is leaving you such sweet things, a giddy grin spreading across your face whenever you find the newest one. When Xisuma starts to give you little gifts- emeralds, some flowers, maybe even a stack of materials you need for your newest project- you can’t help but brag to your friends, oblivious to the way they roll their eyes at you fondly behind your back.
The both of you can be so, so dumb sometimes.
Xisuma indulges your ramblings about the latest gift or note you received, thanking the gods that he had the presence of mind to wear his helmet around you because of the deep flush overtaking his face.
Maybe one day he can finally work up the guts to confess to you- but for now, he’s content to love you from afar.
I have a lot of people that I write for, so for this ask I'll just answer for the Hermits :> (hope you don't mind anon!)
Grian... well, it's kind of hard to articulate the vibes that he gives me. Barely restrained chaos in the form of an unassuming Gremlin? Comedic relief that turns out to be the villain all along? The Fall by half●alive
Mumbo Jumbo... he's just a guy! A guy that wouldn't hesitate to murder, and would do it with a cheerful smile on his face, but a guy all the same! He does give me more nostalgic energy- a Walkman whose songs are almost crunchy in quality because of how many times they've been copied over. Chapstick by COIN
Scar... will inevitably scam you out of something. He’s not actually all that malicious, more like a cartoon villain than anything else, but he’s legitimately good at manipulating people. He has a kind of goofy charisma, an ambition for power and an involvement in things- a talent for living that is more often than not underestimated. Mamma Mia by Austin Webber
Xisuma... is a star burning from a million light years away, whose impression upon our worlds is a pinprick of light in the night sky. He’s ever-present, constant and steady... comforting, to some. For all that he is, though- a leader, a protector, a friend- you could never remove the memory of mystery from his being. Overthinker by INZO
Etho... he’s the ghost of the server. He has an undeniable talent for everything he deigns to put his mind to, as well as the time spent to perfect the skills under his belt, but at the same time he’s not in a rush to show them off. Where other people might train their entire lives just to stand before a cheering crowd, he is proving his worth to nobody other than himself. Wasteland, Baby! by Hozier
Tango... is an interesting mix of one of the most tenacious and talented builders in the server, as well as a littol guy who delights in destruction and hijinks. I mean- he built Decked Out, there’s nothing more I can say for this man other than that he has a kind of mental illness (/j) that would make gods weep. Crazy = Genius by Panic! At The Disco
Impulse... can and will convince everyone that he’s human when, in reality, he’s probably one of the furthest things from it. He just... something about him makes him capable of going to lengths few could even dream of, whether it’s grinding materials or moving his entire goddamn base up by a block. He behaves the most “normally” out of most of the Hermits, but he’s really Not. Adventure Is Out There by AJR
Rendog... is a theater kid who was given the ability to fight God and win, plain and simple. He’s dramatic, he’s stubborn with the stories he wants to tell, and he’s filled with a simple zest for life. It’s only an even bigger bonus that he gets to be able to make his friends laugh with the characters he creates, and what more could a dog want, really? Best Friend by Rex Orange County
DocM77... has no qualms about breaking the fabric of reality itself, not because he actually is a villain, but because, to him, it’s a normal Tuesday afternoon. He’s not a mean or a malicious person- hell, he’s really only antagonistic for the bit! It’s just become second nature for him to play the villain because it’s funny, so why stop? Supermassive Black Hole by Muse
Bdubs... he’s feral, he’s climbing on the walls, he’s going to descend into hell only to come back with a smoothie and one of those tropical shirts that dads wear like he was on vacation. He’s both someone that is hard to take seriously, and a cosmic horror that would melt your mind to fully comprehend. He can and has cried during an argument because he has that many Feelings. Under My Skin by Jukebox The Ghost
