#hermit!tommyinnit

[petrichormeraki]

Realized I have the ability to color Tommy’s season 7 look

[redorich]

Another version- Tommy goes with the Hermits to MCC and Techno is there. He looms over everyone with an aura of rage. He says, “Tommy. Dream said you died.” And Tommy gets nervous and says softly, “he tried to.” And that’s all he needs to hear. He places a hand on Tommy’s shoulder and says, “don’t worry. I’ll kill that mother fucker for you. No one hurts my little brother.”

I took this and ran with it. Here’s a whole fucking fic.

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Tommy’s deliberated about this for a very long time. He knows that if he attends an MCC event, even as a spectator and not a competitor, there is a high risk that someone will recognize him. He goes anyway. It’s worth it, to cheer on his friends. False will be there, as usual, as well as Grian and Ren.

He swaps out the mask Dream gave him for a plain red one, since his hermit friends are all on the red team. Wilbur’s old raggedy coat, which Tommy hasn’t been able to abandon, is exchanged for a nice brown cloak, stitched together by Cleo. Stress embroiders little flowers on the hem for him.

Did he fuck up? Tommy sees Dream immediately. The man looks tired. Tommy shies away from him, even though he’s across the lobby and wasn’t looking at him to begin with. The hermits try to shield him with their presences, but he’s a big boy. He’ll be fine on his own.

Grian notes that Tommy’s compass has stopped spinning. Tommy’s heart constricts. “I’m not ready for that, yet,” he says, and Grian doesn’t ask him what he’s not ready for.

The games go on. Dream’s team crushes at Dodgebolt, but the Hermits pull through and win second place overall. George slings his arm around Dream, and Technoblade smiles a bit when everyone cheers at his team’s win. It doesn’t matter. False is carrying Fruitberries on her shoulders, and Grian is carrying Ren. Tommy’s made flower crowns for them all. They aren’t golden winners’ crowns, but they do have golden dandelions in them.

Their smiles freeze, except for Fruitberries, who isn’t a hermit. Tommy looks behind him and sees his brother; the moment he speaks Techno will know it’s him, but Techno may already suspect.

“Can I talk to you? Alone?” Technoblade says.

It’s the softest Tommy’s ever heard him speak. There are emotions in his brother’s voice that aren’t rage or sarcasm. He nods, and the two leave the concerned hermits behind to speak in private.

“Dream said you died.” Techno’s shoulders are shaking.

Tommy takes off his mask and looks at the ground, anything to avoid meeting his brother’s eyes. “I tried to,” he murmurs.

All at once, warm arms are wrapped around him tight, fingers like cloven hooves thread through his hair. His shoulder is damp.

“Are you happy? With them?”

Tommy clutches his brother tighter. “I missed you.”

Techno pushes him back just far enough to look him in the eyes. “That’s not what I asked. Are you happy with them?”

Tommy blinks moisture from his lashes. “Yes.”

His hair gets one last ruffle from Techno before he withdraws. “I’m... glad you’re alive. You should go be with them.”

He’s a big boy. He’ll be fine. He breathes in, slow and deep, and grasps his brother’s hand with his own. “Come see me some time, yeah? And don’t trust Dream.”

“... I’ll be sure to do that.”

They shake on it. And if they both take a little longer to let go? That’s between them.

[fruggin-bitch]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

New Chhapter of TOF :DD

a lil more angsty but i loved writing this one :D

[faithblob-says-things]

Hey guys! :D

New chapter titled "Real men don't flinch or bleed in public Oh, I think I'm a real man" of "And while its dreams played music in the night Quietly, it was told to belive" just dropped!

Check it out! :D

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[wixelt]

Hermit!TommyInnit New Season Thing

I keep seeing the Hermit Tommy AU kicking around, and I love it despite my Dream SMP knowledge being a little patchy, but one idea keeps coming back to me that someone who knows the context of things a little better will hopefully be able to do something with:

For the entire time he’s been with the Hermits (and the entire time Dream SMP has been a thing as well, really), they’ve presumably existed in a single world, the Season 7 world, because I imagine that - with Tommy being as traumatized as he is - suddenly upping sticks and moving would’ve been delayed from whenever they would/will otherwise decide to do it, for his sake. As a result, the S7 world would rival S6 in its age.

So, regardless of whether or not he knew it was coming, how does Tommy react when the Hermits suddenly abandon all of their infrastructure - all that power - to start fresh? How does he handle in that new world?

[petrichormeraki]

Hermit!Tommy doodles I made all the way back at the start of season 9…..shsh just pretend these were recent

I firmly believe Tommy loves braiding hair but bless him he does not have gentle hands

[redorich]

catch me thinking about how techno having Two (2) totems of undying is a huge deal, and how he keeps his one remaining totem in his ender chest for Big Moments, meanwhile impulse has a shop in the hermitcraft shopping district with a double chest full of totems which he sells for one singular diamond, and still nobody buys them.

[redorich]

Hey what if the Hermits got to see Tommy’s version of war. Someone mentions going to war but it’s the friendly hermit kind of war. Tommy while he seems calm is internally panicking. He grinds just like Techno in the neather. No one sees him for three days and then he grabs a few people on his side and says, “It’s finally done come on- well not totally done but good enough to show.” And he leads them to a far off hidden base with chests of top tier armor, golden apples, over a dozen full stacks of tnt and one full stack of wither skulls. Tommy even shoves a sharpness 3, burning, looting, and unbreaking sword into Grain’s arms while talking battle plans -🐍

The thing is, Impulse thinks, none of this is impressive to him. Well, relatively. Tommy's eyes shine at the elaborate secret base he's built, but he doesn't even have a redstone door. It's just a block in the ground that he mines up and replaces every time he wants to get in and out. There's enchanted netherite armor for everyone, and yeah, the stuff's not easy to get, but Cub has a whole room in his pyramid made of ancient debris. Impulse knows that Iskall has an insane gold farm, so golden apples come cheap. The very specific eleven and one half stacks of TNT are pocket change to Impulse, who regularly steals from Tango’s creeper farm. The damn thing’s so efficient that Tango doesn’t even notice. Impulse himself has a wither skeleton farm so efficient that he sells beacons for dirt cheap.

But here’s the thing.

Tommy doesn’t have a wither skeleton farm. He has no creeper farm, no gold farm, nothing. Every farm he has is small scale, so early game that most of the hermits barely bother with them: a wheat farm, a pit with some cows in it, an afk fish farm. (Tommy doesn’t even know that fish farms are out of fashion, now that 1.16 has nerfed them.)

For Tommy, what he has is the pinnacle of grinding. He’s spent days preparing for war. He comes from a poor server, everyone is aware but is too nice to say. He hoards shulker boxes like they’re 12 bamboo, hides anything he doesn’t want stolen in his ender chest even though he trusts the hermits now. How long has it taken him to accumulate this much? How much time did he spend mining away in the Nether, all alone save for his determination? How many times did he die to a creeper trying to collect its gunpowder? How long has he spent underground, mining away at gold ore?

It scares Impulse. Tommy’s a motivated person, yes, but this level of material preparation? It makes Impulse think that Tommy doesn’t quite understand what the hermits mean by war. Impulse looks at the young man, really looks at him. His coat is even more raggedy, meticulously stitched back together. His body language betrays the exuberance in his voice; the boy is dead on his feet. If Impulse were to remove Tommy’s smiley mask, he knows he’d see deep-set bags under Tommy’s eyes. Impulse thinks that Tommy is so tired he might just let Impulse do it.

Tommy understands war a little too well. He is familiar with it, has personally danced with the devil in a way that few hermits have. Impulse puts his hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“Tommy,” he says softly, “I don’t think we have the same idea of what war is.”

Tommy tilts his head in silent confusion.

“Don’t get me wrong, this is all very impressive,” Impulse sighs, gesturing to all the accumulated weaponry, “but Hermitcraft doesn’t do war like that. No one’s going to be in danger.”

“But it’s a war?? Danger’s kinda-- it’s kind of a requirement, innit?”

Impulse tries a different tactic. “Remember when you were new here, and you explained to us what a ‘canon death’ is? And how Xisuma told you that you’re always allowed to respawn?”

Tommy nods warily, so Impulse continues. “So if we’re always allowed to respawn, why would we kill each other?”

“Is... Is Hermitcraft war about suffering, then? If you can’t kill your opponent, then you make them suffer while they’re alive, right?”

Impulse is horrified. As soon as he’s done with Tommy, he’s going straight to Zedaph’s base for a hug and possibly booze. What the actual fuck, Tommy is so young! And he genuinely believes that the hermits would... Tommy must have been a child during whatever war he’d seen, participated in! Is he even an adult now? Is he still a kid?

Impulse has been silent for too long; Tommy can sense he’s said something wrong. He doesn’t correct it, though. Xisuma rolled back the server to give him his compass back once, after he died in lava. Xisuma will do it again if Impulse kills him.

“Hermitcraft war isn’t real war, Tommy,” Impulse says softly. “It’s not about hurting other people. It’s about winning. It’s about having fun. We solve our wars through minigames, and PvP matches, and pranks, and IOUs. We’re all friends here.”

“I don’t understand.” Tommy’s reverting back to the quiet, contemplative young man that he was when he first showed up, the man they know now that he is not. Impulse has to stop this before it gets worse.

“We call it war, but it’s just a competition. I appreciate the amount of effort you put into trying to protect us, but we were never in danger.”

The masked young man says nothing, but sits down on the floor heavily. Impulse sits down with him.

“Hey, it’s okay. Let me tell you a funny story from the Hermitcraft Civil War of season six...”

It’ll be okay. It has to be.