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existentialarcade · 13 days

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HERMIT-A-DAY CATCH-UP POST TIME!! I fell WAY behind, but i've caught back up baby! Stress will have her own post later today, but here's all the hermits i missed! Also if it isn't clear, i've kinda given up on painting each of them? It's mostly cause I got a random spike of art block and suddenly painting them wasn't fun anymore TwT ANYWAYS in order, We've got Jevin, who is just jello and a skull, Mumbo, my favorite vampire, XB, who looks vaguely like fish jesus, and Skizz, the prettiest guy at the party!

#fanart #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #hermitaday #hermitadaymay #ijevin #xbcrafted #mumbo jumbo #skizzleman #i love love love how skizz turned out #and jevin scares me

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theminecraftbee · 2 years

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“So like, if I might be dead in an alternate universe, what do I do?”

Cleo jumps about three feet into the air and nearly drops her not-at-all illicit supply of melons in the process. “Jesus, Joe, warn a guy!” she says on instinct, before both examining the actual accent she’d heard and the noticeable pair of wings. “I mean. Wait. Grian?”

Grian waves. “Hey. How’s making Jevin regret being born going?”

“Terribly if you want to keep your own base melon-free,” Cleo says. Grian’s eyes widen.

“I’ve seen nothing,” he says. “Jevin? I don’t even know a Jevin. Who’s Jevin?”

“Lay it on a bit less thick,” Cleo says. “Actually, no. Lay it on exactly that thick. Lay it on thicker, even. Then everyone will think you’ve got something to do with it.”

“What will you pay me for it?” Grian says instantly.

“I’ll try your weird robot son’s content generator and make an armor stand out of it,” Cleo says.

“Deal,” Grian says. He holds out his hand and they shake on it, clearly pleased with the deal rendered. Cleo nods. She’ll come up with something suitably unexpected as soon as she tries that content generator thing. Chaos suitably agreed upon, Cleo and Grian stand for a moment in the silence of two people who understand where each other stand, right up until Cleo remembers what Grian had said when he’d first arrived.

“Why were you doing a Joe impression when you got here?” Cleo says.

“What? Joe impression?” Grian says, baffled. “How would I do a Joe impression? I barely understand why he does anything.”

“See, you’re already there,” Cleo says.

“You confuse me,” Grian says.

“Thanks,” Cleo says. “Seriously. What was that about the alternate universe?”

“Right. So I think I might be dead in the universe Grumbot Prime came from. Like, I think he killed me? Maybe? What do I do,” Grian says.

Cleo stares for a moment.

“...get rid of Grumbot?” she says.

“What? No, he’s my son, I can’t do that,” Grian says.

“Well then, I don’t know, Grian! Maybe it’s none of your business if you’re dead in an alternate universe. Rude to ask about, if you ask me. Why are you asking me?” Cleo responds, throwing her hands up.

“You’re the only dead guy I know,” Grian says.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Cleo asks.

“I mean, I figured you might be dead in more alternate universes? I don’t know, I’m freaking out here a little bit,” Grian says.

“Yeah, uh, this is not a Cleo kind of problem,” Cleo says. “Have you - I hate to say this actually because you don’t deserve my advice to be inflicting him on you. But. Have you considered asking Joe.”

“Are you kidding? No, he scares me,” Grian says.

“Well then, you’re shit out of luck, because I’m always dead. I don’t have existential crises about that. Ask someone who isn’t dead.”

“Please,” Grian starts.

“I still have melons,” Cleo responds.

“Fine, fine! I see where I’m not getting useful advice. See if I ask you for help again,” Grian says.

“Good?” Cleo says as Grian starts to fly off. “Don’t ask me for help with that again? AND IF GRUMBOT KILLS ME I ALSO STILL HAVE MORE WATERMELON!”

Grian vanishes.

Well, that was weird.

...back to making Jevin’s life miserable! She’s sure that won’t come back to bite her. Grian, on the other hand? Yeah, good luck being him. Sucks to suck. Hah.

#hermitcraft #grian #zombiecleo #a bee fic #combining the two episodes i watched today with the bits i am most interested in lol #anyway. grian panics and asks the only dead person he knows what to do if his son killed him in an alternate universe.#cleo meanwhile. has no idea how to answer this to grian #with joe she would have a thirty-minute conversation on the subject #but with grian? perish the thought.

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ok-ish-hermitcraft-headcanons · 4 months

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Just a bunch of species headcanons for the hermits! Also they are all either gods/immortal for fun :)

Xisuma (he/void): Voidwalker prince. Knows he's immortal. One of the oldest immortals

Grian (he/parrot/chirp/they): Parrot hybrid, Head/First Watcher. Minor god of chaos. Has lived a thousand lives. Treats YHS as a joke because why not?

Mumbo (he/him): Half Watcher, minor blood god. Does not know he's a god. Eats redstone for fun, scares his friends because of it.

Scar (he/it/vex): Vexling elf (Vex with allay magic). Does not know he's a god. Was born in Riverdale, kidnapped at a young age.

Pearl (she/her): Half-Watcher/moth hybrid. Also knows she's a god, actually likes the Watchers.

Impulse (he/they/yellow): Demon. Very much knows he's immortal, wishing that he isn't because he doesn't want to watch his brothers die. One of the oldest hermits

Tango (he/magma/they): Netherborn avian, Listener hybrid. Party knows he's a god. His Listener traits aren't visible and more of a development from the experience that was his high school to keep him fucking alive

Zed (he/void/wool): Harbinger of the Nether. Knows he's immortal. Looks like a basic sheep hybrid but also has demon wings and black blood!

Gem (she/her): Faun. Thinks she might be a god but it would mean her brothers aren't. Also has magic and can world-hop!

Etho (whatever vibes work for you): Voidling (Voidborn changeling), Watcher. Knows he's a god, could care less. First player turned Watcher. One of the first players

Iskall (they/he/she + some neos): Cyborg (also something else. I don't fucking know anymore). Doesn't care about gods, marked by the God of the Hunt.

Doc (he/it/blast): Creeper/goat/cyborg. Can and will fight the gods, Xisuma hopes that he doesn't find out he is immortal (he knows).

Ren (he/pup/they): Wolf-shifter. Knows he's the god of the Hunt. Idk this dude is cool

Bdubs (he/sun/sky): Glare/phantom hybrid, also has a connection to plants. God of the sun and flaunts it. Also is a full blooded Listener

Stress (she/leaf/spring): Nature spirt. Knows that she's immortal. Looks like a cinnamon roll, would kill you.

False (she/wing/they): Avian, with golden eagle wings. Does know she's a god, could care less.

Cleo (she/they/rot): Zombie hybrid. Knows she's immortal. Spites her old friends by getting attached to Joe. Also one of the oldest players

Joe (any pronouns): Angel of life. Known immortal. Just vibing with the soul he was meant to harvest.

Jevin (he/it/slime): Slime hybrid. Doesn't know he's immortal. Honestly idk much about him

Cub (he/it): Allayling (allay with vex magic.). Doesn't know he's a minor god. Claims to be a vex for fun.

TFC (he/ender): Ender dragon hybrid. Knows he's a god. Brothers with Notch and Herobrine.

Beef (he/they/it): Cow hybrid. Doesn't know he's immortal. He is basically just existing. Gotta love it.

Keralis (they/he/black/empty): Watcher!. Knows he's immortal. I also know next to nothing about this dude

Xb (he/river/fish/they/it): Guardian hybrid. Doesn't know he's a god. Idk fish

Hypno (he/they): Fire sprit. Could care less about being immortal.

Wels (he/him): Angel hybrid. Knows he's immortal. Hates being an angel because they are a bunch of stuck up beings.

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Bonus (5) Helsmits:

Ex (he/they/void/end): Voidwalker prince, 2/3 Watcher. Yeah knows their immortal

Hels (they/it/he/fire/blaze/hell): Fallen angel/Watcher. Same as Wels tbh. But 10x worse because Wels escaped and Hels suffered.

Badtimes (he/blue/xe/they): Allayling! Also a Listener! Just vibing :D

Xornoth (they/it/red/dark/vine/he): Demonic elf! Demigod and just out there living vines life

Grain/Ariana Griande (she/it/chirp): Watcher! She knows it's immortal! (trans mtf not important to the hybrid sheet but important to me <3)

I went nuts with pronouns the rest of the helsmits have so much more I'm holding myself back bc I'm being forced to bed :( - 🔮🍄

fun!!

(also i’m so sorry this is from jan 2023)

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locusfandomtime · 10 months

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Fake logo designs of various districts/companies in Hermitcraft S8! Something about Hermitcraft brings out the graphic designer in me (*cough* it’s because I love worldbuilding and making tiny details in a world) anyway!

Design notes under cut! (Alongside some headcanons - it is quite long)

Horse Head Farms: this is the logo that started this idea basically. I got such a cool image of an eclipse with a repeated b+w horse head pattern and I really wanted to make it happen. M.C. Esher has done designs like these but as tiles, which I used as inspiration. I think I could have made it look a bit clearer but for my first time drawing something like this I’m pretty happy. The text is from one of the default Procreate fonts and kinda makes HHF look like a law firm (which is the vibe I was going for, soul-stealers and lawyers are often sorta linked in fiction, and supposedly xB and Hypno are their own legal team). xB and Hypno are the only employees other than the people they blackmail into doing stuff for them.

Big Eyes: I wanted a red eyeball as a reference to Tango’s amazing prank on Boatem and I imagine it’s a goofy little mascot for the company. Some big goofy text felt fitting alongside this. I wanted to make a Pass n Gas specific logo too but I wanted to focus on the main “districts” rather than specific shops. I feel like this is kind of obvious but in-universe Big Eyes are VERY unsuccessful and actively losing money.

Hohenzollern Castle: not really a company but Joe and Cleo are cool so I wanted to include them and I had a tiny bit of blank space left on the page so here we are. I actually really love how the sign looks, the wood texture came out nice. They don’t have a logo as much as they do a sign outside their area, created by Joe, with the text written by Joe’s dyes. The “Hohenzollern” is kinda squished because he began to run out of room but was too stubborn to split the word in half. Cleo argues that it isn’t a logo and is just a sign with the castle’s name on it. Joe argues back with a deconstruction of “what is a logo, really?” and something about companies and capitalism and Cleo doesn’t care enough to respond.

Octagon: I am a fool who initially thought it was spelt “Octogon” and had to fix it well after I finished. Oh well. I wanted this to have a very evil look about it. You can instantly tell they’re the evil tech company running experiments on the quantum realm or whatever in a Hollywood movie. Between the unsafe work conditions and the tax fraud, it is a miracle they haven’t been shut down (reason: the government is scared of Doc)

The Evil Empire: the “the” wouldn’t fit so I had to make some sacrifices. Evil Xisuma is dramatic and edgy so he wanted the logo to be in fancy black calligraphic medieval looking text. It fits the evil castle aesthetic the whole area has pretty well too. The Evil Empire is kinda like a Hot Topic store and a Renaissance Fair combined, but it is also involved with Crypto. Despite being so weird it has a perfect niche of marketing to edgy teenagers so it is quite successful. The employees hate it there because their work mandated uniform is to “dress like an evil minion”. Jevin is a slime monster, Wels cosplays a knight and Beef turned into an alien so they thankfully didn’t have to change.

Boatem (BTM): heavily inspired by Grian’s simplified logo he made in Minecraft, where he shortened it to BTM. Despite already having a reference to work off, this was the hardest design. I knew I wanted it to be simple, all-white and leaning back dramatically but I spent ages fiddling with it. Boatem is the most successful company, being perfect for the general public and their shopping district a tourist destination in of itself. It nearly went into bankruptcy when Mumbo was CEO but has been very successful since his Robot took over.

Zedaph Laboratories: my favourite design. Hand writing the text was a nightmare but it came together nicely other than that. Sheep symbol because sheep are his brand. I used the same colour palette as his laboratory. “Laboratory” is misspelled for two reasons: 1) I realised my mistake too late to change it, 2) I think it is completely in character for Zedaph to not know how to spell laboratory and only realise after Tango points it out and be forever haunted by his mistake. Don’t let the sleek corporate design fool you, Zedaph is still wild and is the only person in the “Zedaph Labratories”.

#btw I did this on procreate rather than photoshop #and it was such a pain. Procreate is better for drawing imo but text editing and transformation options are so limited #locus fandom time #locus art time #long post #how the hell am I supposed to tag this lmao #Hermitcraft #hermitcraft s8 #hermitblr #Boatem #horse head farms #Zedaph #logo design #graphic design #fanart #hermitcraft fanart

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songbirdsanctuary · 1 month

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Tangled Wool and Troubled Minds

I'm not sure why I used to write Zedaph like this but ok go off past me.

Warnings: Self-hate, Self harm, past trauma, Heat-Syncope(I think, I didn't look it up, if I'm wrong correct me and I'll change it)

Word count: 615

Zedaph sat in front of the mirror, a habit he had developed recently. Dressed only in shorts, he couldn't help but question why he subjected himself to scrutinizing his reflection when he harbored such disdain for his own body.

Frustrated, he reached for a brush in an attempt to rearrange his hair to conceal his horns. Despite his efforts, when his horns remained stubbornly exposed, he hurled the brush onto the bed in frustration. Glancing back at the mirror, he noticed his wool was growing longer, the longest it had been in quite some time. He hesitated to trim it himself, scared of holding anything sharp, yet he also dreaded the idea of others seeing his body in its current state.

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As he attempted to carry on with his day, the excess wool made him uncomfortably warm, and he felt self-conscious in his clothes that no longer fit quite right over the unruly wool. Despite the heat, he didn’t want to remove his coat, he only had a white t-shirt beneath. Desperate to escape the heat, he resisted the urge to shed layers, wary of drawing attention from those around him. Realizing he hadn't brought any water, he quickened his pace toward his base, the sun beating down relentlessly.

Dizziness overtook him, and his steps faltered as he leaned on a nearby shop for support, the world spinning around him before darkness consumed him and he succumbed to unconsciousness.

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Gradually coming to, Zedaph groaned as he tried to piece together what had happened.

"Zeddie?" A muffled voice reached his ears, prompting him to turn towards the source. Blinking to clear his vision, he saw Stress standing before him, her expression etched with concern, searching for answers in his groggy state.

"Are you alright?" She inquired, concern lacing her tone. As he sat up, he inquired, "What just happened?"

"I believe you fainted from the heat. Jevin noticed and alerted me and Ren," she explained. Zed struggled to concentrate on her words, noticing his missing coat and feeling exposed in just his t-shirt and pants, his overgrown wool on display.

"Zed? Focus," Stress urged, noticing Zedaph tugging on a clump of wool on his arm, ripping it out.

"Zed!" Stress intervened, grasping his arms to prevent further harm. "Jevin, please fetch Tango or Impulse!" Jevin hurried out of the room.

"Zed, you must try to relax," Stress urged. Zedaph found it challenging to calm down, especially with someone touching him; an invasion of personal space he despised more than anything.

"What's going on?" Tango asked, concern evident in his voice as he approached Zedaph.

"He passed out from the heat," Stress explained, still trying to calm Zedaph down.

Impulse knelt down in front of Zedaph, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "We're here to help you, Zed. You need to relax and breathe."

Zedaph's breathing was ragged as he tried to control his emotions. The fear of someone touching his body was overwhelming, but he knew he needed their help.

As Impulse and Tango worked to calm him down, Jevin stood back, feeling guilty for not noticing sooner. He knew Zedaph had a history of trauma and he felt responsible for not preventing this situation.

After what seemed like an eternity, Zedaph finally began to relax. With the support of his friends, he felt safe and protected.

"Thank you," Zedaph whispered, grateful for their presence and care.

The group stayed by his side, offering comfort and reassurance as Zedaph slowly regained his composure. In that moment, he knew he was not alone in his struggles and that he had a strong support system to lean on.

#hermitblr #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitfic #hermitcraft #zedaph #tangotek #stressmonster101 #impulsesv

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swamp-chicken · 1 year

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(sees that the option for cletho is open!!!!!)

for the writing prompt: cletho with "getting tipsy on eggnog and/or mulled wine" + "secret"

another drink // 551 words

“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” Cleo set her solo cup down sloppily, her drink splashing over the edge.

“The… hermit new years party?” Etho squinted. “I was invited, the same as you.”

Cleo stumbled into the chair next to Etho and leaned forward, studying Etho’s face.

“Bdubs dragged you along.”

“Bdubs dragged me along,” Etho confirmed. “What brings a zombie like you over to this quiet table in the corner?”

“Jevin’s being mean,” Cleo pouted.

“Don’t you kind of… like that?”

Cleo shook her head vehemently. “Not in the mood tonight! But tomorrow… oh, tomorrow he’s got another thing coming.” Her fingers tightened on her drink, and Etho was alarmed to note the plastic fracturing.

Cleo pulled her hand away, her drink leaking out of the crack and on to the table. “Oops,” she said. “Well, there wasn’t much left.”

“Want me to get you another one?” Etho offered.

“Only if you’ll have one with me!”

Etho had been nursing his drink all night, but he nodded hesitantly. “I can do that. Eggnog or mulled wine?”

“Wine, please!”

Etho crossed the room to the refreshment table, ladling mulled wine into fresh solo cups. He glanced around the room. Pounding music was playing, Doc acting as DJ. Zedaph and Keralis were engaged in an intense dance-off. There was a crowded table near the dance floor where there was some sort of drinking game going on. Bdubs was losing, badly, judging by the distraught look on his face and the list in his posture. By the door, Jevin was talking to Gem, gesticulating wildly while Gem gently patted his shoulder. It was, in a word, chaos.

Etho returned to his table and handed Cleo her drink.

“Thank you!” She chirped, and tipped the drink back.

Etho self-consciously sipped at his. It was surprisingly good, fragrant with spices. He swallowed the rest down quickly, and laughed at Cleo’s expression when he finished the glass.

“Just trying to keep up with you,” Etho grinned.

“Etho! Are you calling me a lush?”

“No, no, nothing like that. I'd never insult you.”

“Right, because it wouldn’t end well for you.”

“Oh, I know. You’re scary, Cleo.”

Cleo gave a bark of laughter. “I’m really not! You’re the only one who thinks that.”

Etho leaned his head on his hand. He was feeling pleasantly muzzy. “You want to know a secret, Cleo?”

Cleo smirked and mirrored his posture, fist against her cheek. “What?”

“I really was scared of you when we first met.”

Cleo snorted. “So flattering! And now?”

“Terrified.”

Cleo threw her head back and laughed.

Etho sat back, self-satisfied.

“No, really,” Cleo prompted. “Tell me the truth.”

Etho picked up his empty glass and took an abortive sip of it.

“Ethoooo,” Cleo whined. “Come on.”

Etho was preemptively blushing. “I… you’re nice,” he managed to stutter.

“Hah! I knew it. See, I’m not scary at all.”

“Still scary,” Etho hedged. “Didn’t say anything about that.”

Cleo leaned forward, a smirk on her lips. “Well, I think you’re very sweet.” She pressed a kiss to Etho’s cheek, her lips cool against his superheated skin.

She leaned back, fixing Etho with a look that sent a shiver up his spine. “Another drink?” She asked.

Etho pushed his cup towards her, “Of course.”

#cletho #my fic #confetti pls this is my first cletho writing #all dialogue #I am figuring them out lol #hermitshipping #cleo #etho

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mildlylesbian · 2 years

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Hermitcraft Headcannons

LONG POST

Since I’m apperantly writing a fanfic now I figured I might as well list my headcannons for the hermitcraft members personas + Timmy.

I have not had the time, energy, or attetion span to watch all of the hermits so quite a few of these are based solely off of other fan interpertations I have seen. There’s also some hermits I do not know what to do with who are excluded from this list.

This list starts out very Grian focused due to the fact he introduced me to the hermits as well as the fanfic I’m planning being centered around him and Timmy.

Timmy - Caridinal hybrid, was a listener but after Grians escape was taken to replace his brother. Related by blood to Grian, non-blood related to Pearl

Grian - Was born human before being taken in by the watchers and being forced to become one, after escaping he dyed/coded his wings to look like a parrots and claims to be a parrot hybrid. Related by blood to Timmy, non-blood related to Pearl.

Pearl - Moth hybrid, escaped evo alongside the others and spent a few years searching for her brothers before finding Grian in Hermitcraft and joining him, spends season 9 researching the watchers in hopes of getting Jimmy back. Adopted sister of Grian and Timmy.

Mumbo - Born a human, turned into a vampire at the beginning of season 8 and spent that season not killing in an attempt to deny his new hybrid-status. Is the person who orginally found Grian and brought him to hermitcraft.

Scar - Vex hybrid who likes to pretend they’re an elf, has unspecificed medical issues (I am not going to try and diagnose scar) that affects his walking abilities, often uses a cane or wheelchair to get around. Jellie is his emotional support animal.

Cub - Vex hybrid, big brother energy. He’s the second oldest hermit, however thanks to a de-aging experiment he’s physically one of the youngest.

Iskall - Dwarf, lost an eye while doing redstone. Is often mistaken as Impulse’s brother.

Impulse - Dwarf, had difficultlies growing a beard so he’s super upset whenever it gets cut. Often mistaken as Iskall’s brother.

Gem - Deer-fey hybrid, has a deep connection to nature, hence her tendency to build naturey things, is able to manipulate plants.

Bdubs - Everyone thinks he’s a fey, is actually just some random dude. Scared of the dark, hence the very strict sleep schedule, and wears moss because it’s very comfortable. Also for some reason everyone keeps letting him put people into positions of power.

Doc - Born a creeper hybrid, was experimented on causing him to be a spliced creeper-goat-cyborg hybrid. Wears a lab coat because it makes him feel in control of what happened to him, and despite apperance is the sweetest person you will ever meet.

Ren - Wolf hybrid, has a very large family made up of different characters he has played (renbob, the red king, etc), due to his wolf hybrid status he has seperation anxiety

Etho - Enderman hybrid, has always hid his face due to his anxiety (same) but after recieving a scar that covers 2/3 of his face he’s even less willing to remove his mask.

False - Eagle hybrid, is super sweet but will nto hesitate to fight you if you so much as look at a hermit the wrong way.

Stress - Flower fey, resident healer and grower of plants, is terrible at taking care of herself.

Cleo - Born human, became a zombie hybrid after a funky respawn that healed her bit failed to revive her. Is sensitive to the sun, though is able to stand in it for short periods of time, survives off of raw meat, is the go to for new clothes and surgerys thanks to her mastery of stitching.

Joe - Human, no one is convinced. Isn’t great at being social, but loves hanging out with cleo because he feels as though she gets him.

Jevin - Slime hybrid, is naturally green but uses dye to make himself blue in an attempt to differ himself from the hostile mob. Without the human skeleton that resides within him he is unable to maintain his shape.

Keralis - Resident eldritch horror, sweetest man alive, will trap anyone who hurts his friends in the void.

X - Voidwalker, needs his armor to breath the overworld air, really good at over working himself, does not have a shadow.

Ex - Shadow-voidwalker, used to be X’s shadow, isn’t nesscerily evil but has people issues due to be cast out by the person he used to be bound to.

Zed - Sheep hybrid, always wants to know more about the world around him

Tango - Blaze hybrid, cannot get wet, cannot withstand cold weather, cannot be burnt, his hair is made out of fire and grows or dwindles based on his current emotions, a terrible liar

Not included in list; XB, Wels, Beef, and Hypno. Tfc also isn’t included, as I’m unsure how I feel about alluding to him in fanfics following his passing, so out of respect I won’t pretend he doesn’t exist but I also won’t be including him in headcannons or fanfics. May he rest in peace.

Based on this list alone guess which hermits I have and haven’t watched. If this gains any traction I’ll follow up with my headcannons on hermitcraft as a server, as well as the fanfic idea I have at the moment - it is in the very early stages of development, but I live off of validation and feedback so I’ll probably post ideas for it regardless.

If you have questions about headcannons or wanna share some of your own, please do! I’m always excited to see what other people think about these funky lil block people.

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aroaceacacia · 1 year

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wolfeei posted hypothetical exclusively hermitcraft + lifesteal block wars teams and i thought "wow that's a great idea I should do that ive been invested in both of those servers".

note: the combined rosters of HC and LS are over 40, which is the block wars player limit, so a bunch of people ended up excluded. this is also not an entirely realistic list and mostly just I'd like to see. anyway

SCARLET: falsesymmetry, goodtimeswithscar, pangi, reddoons, rendog

return of renfalse in events! im remembering something red said the other day about his morale/confidence in events being very influenced by his teammates' attitudes & i think ren's inspirational speeches and scar's nonchalant attitude would be a big help with that.

ORANGE: docm77, ijevin, mapicc, poafa, roshambogames

i just think jevin would match the mapicc and roshamenergy. poafa is here bc i think poafa and mapicc in an event together would be fun. doc on thsi team because i was running out of options he wouldnt get scared off if mapicc was mean

GOLDEN: baconnwaffles0, bdoubleo100, geminitay, planetlord, princezam

i really want bdubs + zam (bc of like. twitter), and then i realized planet and bacon would be really fun here, and i think gem would ALSO have fun. so

LIME: cubfan135, ethoslab, mrcube6, rekrap2, vintagebeef

i once watched a minecraft among us stream that fundy showed up to ENTIRELY because etho would be there and he wanted to meet etho. so I propose mrcube, lifesteal's redstoner, with etho, the father of MCYT redstone. cubfan was teamed with cube during the ESPN x games event and they worked well together, so I included him as well. rek was on that team also & is friends w cube so he makes sense. beef is here to have fun and hang out w etho

TEAL: ashswag, joe hills, xisuma, yeahjaron, zombiecleo

the 3 hermits were a little HHH trio for a long time and they were a lot of fun; I think jaron would match their energy well. ash is here because i think hes interested in politics to some level and might be able to match some of that energy. they would NOT win but they would be a lto of fun

BLUE: impulsesv, mumbo jumbo, parrot, pearlescentmoon, spokeishere

spoke being 1 million and mumbo jumbo in the same call would be really funny to me idk what to tell you. 3/5 hc8 boatem + parrot and spoke is an entertaining concept

PURPLE: hypnotizd, itzsubz, vitalasy, woogiex, xbcrafted

vitalasy and subz together bc there would be no way subz would ever participate in block wars otherwise. i think these guys could gel in a call together

FUCHSIA: iskall85, leow0ok, midmysticx, spepticle, stressmonster101

i miss iskall and stress ok! i think mid and stress would get along, and spepticle would be silly and add a bit of extra fun (or confusion). i think iskall and leo would do a lot of the heavy lifting on this team but itd be enjoyable to watch

#bearvocalizations

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midnightmay03 · 2 years

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There was a woman tramping around Empires looking just like Saint Pearl. Sausage wasn't losing his mind, nope.

Everything was going great.

Well, as great as you could expect something like this to go. There wasn't really a president for a group of travelers from another realm crashing at your empire. Less murder than you would expect, if you took Jevin out of the occasion. Also, this was to be expected; blatant thievery. From everybody.

The thing was, Sausage couldn't get Pearl out of his head. He didn't bother sleeping the previous night- how would his guests react to him sleepwalking? Probably not well. And his visions- well that was enough to scare most people away.

He hoped his morning walk to the cathedral would curb the anxious churning of his stomach. However, the longer he walked along the silence, the more he began to question every aspect of his life; past, present and future.

Were his visions connected to everything that was currently happening? To the rift? Were his dreams prophetic, or just memories that had been taken from him, replaying over and over? They said trauma could do that do you. And Sausage had plenty to go around.

The sound of feet on gravel bought him back from his thoughts. He turned and was faced with the very woman who had been plaguing his thoughts since he meet her.

Saint Pearl.

No. Just Pearl, apparently.

"Hiya! Didn't mean to startle you there." The stranger woman said.

"Oh. Oh no. It's fine. " Sausage replied, his voice quieter than it usually was. He cleared his throat. "Welcome to Sanctuary."

She smiled at him, and he nearly started crying at the sight of it. "I was just admiring this pretty building you here. You're mighty talented, you are. Golly."

She lifted her head up to gaze at the building. Sometimes between now and their original meeting in the nether, she had changed her clothes from the dress of his Saint to a causal outfit designed for travel, in the Chromia colours. Without the dress and the sunflowers, she looked almost...normal.

Seemingly unaware of the plight that he was experiencing, she carried on. "I just came over from Chromia with Scott and Joe. We were hoping to meet up with our friends that are staying with you? There are lots we need to talk about, obviously. Crazy."

There was a question directed at him, but Sausage bearly heard it. He kept getting assaulted by memories. Swords. Roses. A woman, no, Pearl, dying in his arms. It was all he could do to not pass out.

The smart thing to do would be to walk away. To politely excused himself, to go and fetch some potions, try and get some sleep. His flashbacks were clearly only going to get worse in the presence of all these new travelers.

But when faced with Pearl, who was standing in front of him in the flesh, it was hard to think about leaving. There was just something about her. Something worth all the suffering he was experiencing. She was someone he wanted to know.

He gave himself five seconds to recompose himself. One to blink himself back to reality. One to remember that he was real. And the last three, to look at Pearl.

The resemblance really was uncanny.

He smiled. "I'd be happy to show you to them. And maybe we could also take a stop at my tavern, grab a bite to eat."

A routine he had done many times before. He was the leader of Sanctuary, after all.

Pearl smiled and hooked her arm with his. She fit perfectly at his side, and Sausage would be lying if he said that he didn't feel a shrill of happiness at the action.

"Lead the way. And tell me about yourself, if you could. You seem so familiar."

Everything was fine.

#empires smp #empires fanfic #empires smp 2 #empiresblr #mythicalsausage #pearlescentmoon #arenaduo #i miss them so much #sanctuois by mattmaeson playing on repeat while writing this #may likes to write #empires pearl #empires sausage

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iconsumeheadcanons · 2 years

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gathering notes on this crossover

making a list of observations and headcanons of todays crossover episodes

keralis and jevin live in a universe where youtube and twitter exist. keralis knows sausage from videos. sausage doesnt know what theyre talking about and he calls servers ‘realms’.

pix knows of the internet (tbf he doesnt have a character this time round)

is keralis a god. im just gonna assume he is.

tango and jimmy know each other from double life. tango had love hearts on his screen when he recognized jimmy. they just squealed at each other. i am losing my mind. scar also thought jimmy was in another life serie. jimmy knows them all

grian...grian..

“you cant hide from me timmy! >:)”

multiverse grian still going strong of course lmao, grian knows everybody

his character seems to understand the existence of servers and streams. would this be considered awareness of internet or are streams like technoblades chat/voices thingie?

“so who doesnt have an open chest policy?”

fae grian/borrower grian becomes closer to truth every day

(tango and fwhip was a combo i never knew i needed but its so awesome. honestly many of the hermits and fwhip is awesome)

pirate joe is very concerned about how shocked papa k looks like all the time

almost everyhermit showed up in their default skins. impulse is still a bald dwarf tho. pearl is god.

multiple hermits want to make their own empires. they have learned nothing from King Rentheking

jevin da slime. shelby keeps killing his brethren ;; no one bring him to animalia

ofc they did not check to see if they can get back to hermitcraft

OMG THERES NO ACTUAL PORTAL BACK. THEY ARE VERY STUCK.

is there an admin left on hermitcraft? x and tango and joe are stuck in empires lmao

joel knows them as well. im just gonna say its probably bc hes god.

convex are silly as usual

cub is a fan of joel the god. i love cub being completely unfazed by the innuendos. there is absolutely nothing strange about sausage giving keralis his wood.

grian is stealing. i mean borrowing.

ONE NIGHT ARMOR STAND

sausage doesnt know what an armor stand is lmao

empires people wonder whats up with false. shes missing her clothes that she stole from a dead body. is she okay

cogsmeade false took a introverted trip away from all this noise. her mysterious notes might reference the traveling hermits

“THIS IS SAINT PEARL!” fwhip in the background, “ there is no legal action for murder”

scott thinks pearl might be a cosplayer

pearl does not know who sausage is at all, uh oh.

via sausage’s notes:

Keralis: info; lumberjack, speaks spanish; powers; hypnotizing gaze +15

jevin: half slime/skelly, likes to steal; powers unknown

grian: blamed for rift (good knowledge for if sausage ever wants to sue him for emotional damages btw), likes the color red; powers; pesky bird (as heard from others)

scar: cat lover, doesnt like unsafe nether portals, powers; big goblin ears for flight

tango: thinks bubbles is a hyena, likes big hats; powers; low level witch/spell caster

false: doesnt remember me, is she the same false?; unknown powers

impulse: likes to go underground

cub: impressed by my wood!, looks like a scientist

Pearlescent Moon: looks a lot like santa pearla?! used to be fighter; powers; +20 str, +10 ag, +15 speed, +30 awesomeness

cleo: possible pirate, pirate joe killed her parrot, undead day walker +25 (just like sausage!)

an xisuma (or shishswambam): possible pirate, witch hunter?!; powers; heavy armor protections +20 durability

pixl and doc are acquainted. no biggie

someone pls save impulse. he is still sick. very polite

how has grian not blown up the sheriffs tnt shop yet

fwhip and lizzie didnt react to mentions of Grian, but fwhip has heard of scarland theme park. dosney ascends all universes apparently

lizzie is scared of the strangers. just like kitty

oli is also multiversing

hermit locations:

scar ended up in tumble town, intends to build old west locomotive. honorary goblin, aiming for position of deputy (he might move to whoever can bring him a jellie first)

tango will be a wonky engineer for gobland

keralis is probably moving in with sausage. amores

grian and impulse are building a place for the hermits but grians trying to convince oli to move closer

joe is napping at scotts tavern for now

(everyone is gushing about the empires builds and their colors! its so cute! jimmys friends all complementing tumble town is making me smile)

empires leaders are literally all like “oh god, we have guests. we have to clean up STAT”

goblins dont need sleep, probably dont like the overworld because the phantoms

fwhips poor ears..so much noise

grians webcam mic is back. and HIS FRIENDS ARE HERE

gonna pretend his voice is messed up by the rift lol

oli flies on the power of song

grian and oli on the same smp. no one is safe.

grian is making fun oli for being poor and then immediately goes to bully timmy

HERMIT SPECIES: they are shorter. big feet. thats it. (love this idea lmao)

grian... grian.

fwhips texture pack is native variation of foliage in empires smp

hes determined to destroy the empires’s bartering system. capitalist instinct

oh no the rift isnt purple anymore,,,it broke,,,

someone please stop grian from interacting w the multiverse. he keeps getting stuck and breaking things

impulse is in very sick denial about this whole situation, someone please tuck this man into bed he is very lost

lizzie likes that impulse instinctively parkoured on her froggy village

fwhip has incurred a debt onto impulse. poor guy

empires smp is the lands of the thirteen empires

has no one noticed the princess of dawn?

joe was under the assumption that grumbot was punishing them for not finishing the content quests

joe has access to the litematica it seems like

are we counting joes court audition as joe also living in the real world. does he and keralis come from the outside world and jevin and cleo just get to hear about the internet?

someone thought empires was an old hermitcraft world

oli doesnt know most of the hermits

oli and joe is such a gift. oli has adopted them bc he looks so pathetic

im desperate to know about cub and docs reactions to this whole shebang

every emperor says joel is very mean and that he pretends to be tall so everyone humors him by building really tall doors so he thinks he can fit

everyone insisting his empire is classist

pearl and scott and joe and cub investigate upper stratos’s shrine to peril

cub, “hey impulse, have an egg in this trying time”

IMPULSE RECOGNIZES SCOTT but no one else interestingly

“just oli, not bard oli” is joes nomenclature for oli

joe was immediately overwhelmed. felt.

#boop.txt #hermitcraft #empires #thank you fwhp and grian for organizing this! i am so excited #long post #this is not all the episodes #i cant figure out read more pwease help #sorry if any of this is incomprehensible

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for all the talk of the crown and the royal court i think the most war ready hermits are the ones with personal grievances. nothing about rens court scares me but whatever jevin and cleo have going on is the battle of the century.

#hermitcraft

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mysteriousmoss · 1 year

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A glimpse at a Security Guards Night at a Pizza Place.

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New oneshot lets go.

This little thing was inspired by this post by @samwasneverhere

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It’s Joe’s regular night working security at Hermits and Friends Pizzeria.

Or well as normal as it can be with him having to deal with the animatronics and their antics(while also trying to think of lies for whenever management asks why Scar The Mongoose is stuck in the vents again with a stuffed cat plush or when they ask why Jevin the Skink is more sticky than before and for some reason wet or when they ask why Ren has a broken voice box that seemingly died out as there is no damage to the wires.

Yeah, “normal.”

But either way Joe’s being paid enough so he can afford shelter and food(even though he should really be paid more for the amount of trauma and chaos these animatronics cause.)

But come and join Joe for a look at his night as the night time security guard for Hermits and Friends Pizzeria.

Any trauma received is normal and please do not sue the company. There are already too many lawsuits .

————12 am 12/29/XX————

“BOO!”

Joe flies out of his seat with his food flying out of his hands towards the voice that scared him.

It takes him a moment but he calms down and looks at the Mongoose animatronic(that’s covered in a cold microwaved dinner) with an unimpressed look.

The Mongoose face shows a sheepish grin(how it’s possible nobody knows) which makes Joe continue to give the animatronic an unimpressed look.

“Scar, this is the third time this week. Can I please eat my dinner in peace?”

The Mongoose, Scar, turns away from the security guard and acts like he didn’t just scare Joe and get food thrown at him.

“SCAR!”

————1 am 12/29/XX————

“Martyn…Martyn why does nobody listen to my stories?”

Joe looks towards the Wolf animatronic, who is talking to a plant that looks like it needs some water and sunlight, from where he’s standing restocking the prize corner.

‘Does he think I stopped listening to him? I knew getting him a plant might be a good idea but him talking to it almost 24/7? I may need to look up how to get Ren therapy.’

Joe’s internal monologue was interrupted by the sound of glass breaking and a distressed shout.

“MARTYN NO! MY HAND DON’T LEAVE ME!”

Joe looks at Ren, who is now on his knees holding the plant in his hands and acting like said plant is dying. The culprit who knocked the plant pot over is none other than Cub and he somehow has a mischievous grin on his face.

Joe lets out a sigh and places down the merchandise he was restocking and heads over to deal with the situation and try to make Ren feel better by listening to his tales.

————3 am 12/29/XX————

“CLEO SPIT JEVIN OUT!”

Joe chases after the zombie wolf animatronic who has a skink animatronic in their mouth and is running towards the soda machines in the kitchens.

The other animatronics look up from their card game and watch as Joe chases Cleo to try and save Jevin from becoming more sticky.

Ren turns towards his friends, paw keeping the plant in a cup firmly and safely in place, to see what they’re thinking.

“You two are brewing up a plan aren’t you.”

Scar and Cub put on innocent looks as if they weren’t just planning to make the chaos worse.

“Noooo.”

Ren gives the two a look that he doesn’t believe them.

“Well I’ll just have to tell Ariana and watch Jellie for the night if you two cause chaos. Now let’s go back to our game my dudes.”

Ren doesn’t need to look up from his cards to see the scared looks on the mongoose and bear's faces.

“CLEO! NO!!”

The sound of something hitting the floor and screeching rings from the kitchen.

“Uno.”

“I thought we were playing poker?”

“….we aren’t playing Go Fish?”

————5am 12/29/XX————

“Andddd done. I got you as clean as possible Jevin. Geez you guys really need an upgrade to a more plastic or metal material instead of just fabric.”

Joe places the sponge back into the bucket and looks at the deactivated Skink.

“Right, forget I powered you off.”

Joe flips the switch located on Jevin’s back to power the animatronic back on.

It takes a moment but Jevin powers back on and looks at his clean or as clean as it can get fabric

He turns towards the security guard and gives him a thankful smile.

“Thanks dude. Sorry that you have to deal with cleaning me up every time that happens.”

Joe shakes his head and smiles.

“It’s no problem. Anyway, better start heading to the stage it is almost 6 am and the place will be opening soon.”

Jevin nods and heads towards his area where he is in stage mode during the day alongside a young animatronic turtle that was recently added to his area.

————6 am 12/29/XX————

Joe closes the front door as he leaves the pizzeria.

“Well that’s another day of working the night shift. Time to head home and try to get some sleep.”

As Joe leaves he doesn’t notice the set of eyes following him.

—————9 am 12/29/XX————

“Hello there everybody! Who’s ready to party!”

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You can also find this one shot over on ao3

#hermitblr #hermitcraft #joe hills #zombie cleo #ijevin #goodtimeswithscar #cubfan135 #rendog #FNAF au

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theminecraftbee · 2 years

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If iJevin is a slime does that mean he’s scared of frogs?

“Don’t just sit there laughing, help me!”

Cleo considers trying to calm down. The frog she’d bought from Joe makes another confused croak. Jevin shrieks, high-pitched and horrified. Cleo starts laughing again.

“Cleo, it’s going to eat me,” Jevin says as the frog hops closer to where he’s hiding on top of a panic pillar of dirt.

Cleo nearly starts crying, she’s laughing so hard. “iJevin was frogged to death,” she says through hysterics.

“It’s not that funny!”

“Frogs!”

“I will fill your base with iron golems!”

“It’s gonna—you’re scared it will—”

“When I get down there,” Jevin threatens.

The frog croaks again, cutting off whatever Jevin’s threat was and causing Jevin to make another horrified squeak. Cleo does start crying with laughter then. Best purchase of her life.

#answered #kiwismoothjazz #the answer is yes #prompt ficlets #ijevin #zombiecleo #image was. so strong I had to write a few words.

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yourlocalzombie · 1 year

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(Regrowth - Chaos)

Edit - rewrote the ending

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Some time had passed, which led to its own new event: Total Chaos.

The fighting game run by Cub, filled with violence, blood, potions and fire. It was always quite the event. Cleo, of course, participated.

For someone who claimed to abhor fighting, they always a way to do so.

The players all met and had the rules read to them. Etho had his wary eye on cleo, who herself was eying him down intently. But, she felt her own breath starting to fail. Her skin was sweating. And, of course, became acutely aware of bugs that had, once again, started to take residence in her abdominal cavity.

They'd get rid of the things soon enough.

Everyone donned the iron armor. Everyone picked up their iron sword. And Everyone fashioned their Totem of Undying onto their waist.

They entered the pale, white, concrete room.

Cub stood above them, watching:

"When the first dripstone falls, you may began!"

A lever could be heard as it was moved.

After a short delay, it fell.

And with that, everything rapidly descended. Totems were used, people out almost as fast.

Cleo was often overlooked. She wasn't a threat to fight, unlike false, who often drew everyone's ire. And perhaps some still remained scared of cleo, given her massive stature. She towered over almost everyone else, and given her durable nature, it just wasn't worth fighting her on that front either.

Joe was the only one who went after cleo, finding her standing beneath a healing spot. He knew she wasn't a big threat, but cleo knew he was the same.

They fought more like cats smacking each other than anything serious. As everyone else was actually injuring or even killing each other, the two had mere scratches.

Some of the hermits were shouting about healing areas, and Joe added, of course:

"Yeah! Look for the red areas, like where cleo is getting stabbed!"

"Honestly Joe, you're not stabbing me hard."

And with that, Jevin had snuck up to attack Joe. Cleo scurried away, knowing she wasn't a big enough threat to be focused.

On top of the general chaos, shulkers were hidden beneath, shooting at the contenders. Cleo, within due time, found herself floating on numerous occasions. She had even reached the lava within the ceiling, the too of her head and part of her face burning and even starting to melt off. Nonetheless, even after falling several high heights, she carried on.

There was something cleo always was: patient. A vulture who waited on predator to hunt prey and profit. She saw everyone else tear each other to shreds. And waited.

They knew a vulture was there, but too distracted to see it.

She waited for Etho to shoot false down, and swooped in. Etho ran before turning to fight, moving rapidly against cleo's harried strikes.

That is, of course, cleo remembered her hands are a better weapon than this clunky blade.

Letting one hand leave the handle, she reached out, grabbing the man with startling speed. No amount of struggle even made the zombie flinch or loosen up.

Cleo lifted their sword, impaling the poor man through the chest. She would've used their hands but...no, that would've been too brutal and painful. Perhaps on some level, it was revenge, but he was undeserving of such. A sword had its nobility and cleanness, even if cleo never learned how to use it.

The chaos had ended, cleo standing above the rest. She had forgotten to breath, having held in a breath from...who knows when. And she felt...off. Wrong.

The half-skeletal watcher took shape from beetles, which had been rattled out of Cleo's body from the fighting.

"Cleo, my vulture, I have unfortunate news."

"Grand. What is it, then?"

"This chaos has attracted a watcher."

Cleo sighed. Of course it did.

The skeleton faded to beetles once more, this time to leave the room. As this happened, skulk sprouted from the walls. The hostile moss eventually took shape that resembled a warden, but...animalistic. The six-legged beast still had the signature open ribcage, seemingly doubling as a mouth. The head held only horns, which Cleo had assumed grown in place of eyes. A tail made of souls followed close behind.

"Death, how good for the skulk!" The thing hissed, continuing, "but it craves some more."

"I'm not easy prey, beast. Go. Away."

"We both know you're lying, sombie."

The beast started to cackle, "so let'ss begin!"

The beast circled its prey, and cleo threw her sword to the side.

The clunky thing was more harmful the useful.

The combatants stared at each other, waiting for one to make a move.

The false warden proved less patient lunging forward first. The zombie moved to the side, grabbing a leg and knocking the beast off balance. In return, the tail grabbed her and threw her to the wall. Barely reorienting herself, she responded to another pounce, grabbing onto two teeth protruding from the chest.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was something she could always do. Regardless, the hermits watched in amazement as cleo threw the best off themself.

She then launched her own offensive, throwing punches. Many missed, but what did land left the beast rather dazed. At one point during this bout, she grabbed onto a spiky horn.

They found the horn to be more loose than expected. Perhaps it wasn't a natural growth, coming with the skulk. Regardless, it was surprisingly sensitive and loose.

That was probably why it was as spiky as it was.

It left cleo's hand bleeding heavily, but she had found her victory. And the creature knew it.

The creature clawed in retaliation, leaving hefty wounds on cleo's torso. Then, trying to grab her with its smaller pair of front limbs.

Cleo and the beast grappled, as if even in physical strength.

The teeth clattered, vaguely resembling speech, "and here I thought that deer wass going yo be the hardessT!"

"What?"

"The deer you're sso fond of! Been too long ssince I had good venisson!"

Cleo understood now. A small part of them believed the beast to just be getting a rise out of her, but the rest was lost to fury.

"You son of a bitch!"

Cleo threw the beast to the side, rushing over and working to ensure the beast could not get up again. She clawed and tore at joints best she could. Ravaging the flesh of the creature, who, while able to stand, was finding it increasingly difficult.

The creature pounced one last time, narrowly missing the enraged zombie.

The zombie returned the favor, moving to climb on top of the beast. And when she had dome as such, she grabbed onto a horn and pulled. The beast tried to grab at Cleo, to no avail.

And in this struggle, the beast's harried movements failed to remove the zombie. Cleo pulled and in time, yanked out the horn. Red and blue blood mixed, and as the beast screamed in pain, and the zombie repositioned the horn in their hand.

The enraged zombie then took the horn and stabbed the beast's head repeatedly, only falling off as the creature lost shape and retreated into moving skulk.

Cleo's hand gripped the horn tightly, and her hand was further torn. She bled heavily, her body seemingly making no attempt to heal. The white room had been stained mostly red with this blood, with patches of blue from the skulk-beast watcher.

Some breaths later, cleo had reoriented herself enough to leave. Her body ached tremendously, but they managed to find an exit. She walked past the group of her former combatants, who were stuck in awe, and made the fastest exit she could. Some attempted to go after the woman, trying to aid her, but she simply walked on. They responded to neither plea nor force, trudging away.

...

As time passed, so did distance, and Cleo found themself in the forest. They had, knowingly or otherwise, found instict guiding them to Gem's palace. Much of the blood had now dried, but her undeath limited what healing they were capable of. Her wounds often required magic or replacement, unable to close entirely on their own. In some cases, stitching was just enough, but often needed to be replaced.

The watcher that had warned them did was not present but its words rang in cleo's mind, as the skeleton briefly praised them for fighting away the beast.

And tge skulk had left its own message, suggesting Gem's demise or harm.

But their legs began to fail, and their mind fading. But she continued with a crawl, using the horn as leverage and pulling themself.

But, alas, it was futile, and the zombie fell unconscious in the forest.

The last thing they had seen were the hooves of a deer.

#action scenes arent my specialty #tw violence #hermitcraft #zombiecleo #cubfan135 #geminitay #ethoslab #joe hills #false is mentioned lol #so is jevin #tw blood

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indigo-flightly-falls · 2 years

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Non-human/hybrid Hermits :)

Everyone always makes at least some of the Hermits hybrids/non-humans, but so help me, I will make all of them that.

Also the Hermits are gods/immortal but only like, six of them know.

Xisuma: Voidwalker, one of the oldest on the server. Knows he's immortal. Sees his Hermits as a family and knows everyone's secrets and will take them to the grave.

Grian: Parrot hybrid (biologically), Watcher. Knows he's a minor god. Has lived a thousand lives, has some trauma. Treats YHS as a joke because why not?

Mumbo: Half Watcher, minor blood god. Knew he was a god, but forgot after years alone. Eats redstone for fun, scares his friends because of it.

Scar: Vexling elf (Vex with allay magic). Known god, he just ignores it. Was born in Riverdale, kidnapped at a young age.

Pearl: Watcher/moth hybrid. Also knows she's a god, actually likes the Watchers.

Impulse: Demon. Is a god, hoping that he isn't because he doesn't want to watch his brothers die.

Tango: Netherborn avian. Doesn't know he's a god. His wings change from parakeet wings to dragon wings when stressed.

Zed: Sheep/goat hybrid. Has a hunch he's immortal but the others won't let him test it.

Gem: Faun. Thinks she might be a god but it would mean her brothers aren't. Also has magic!

Etho: No one actually knows what he is, but he's not human. Could care less if he's a god or not. He wasn't always a hybrid, but he never wants to explain what he means.

Iskall: Cyborg. Doesn't care about gods.

Doc: Creeper/goat/cybrog. Can and will fight the gods, Xisuma hopes that he doesn't find out he is immortal.

Ren: Wolf-shifter. Could care less about being immortal. Still has his robotic limbs, they just are a lot more realistic.

Bdubs: Glare hybrid, also has a connection to plants. Has no idea that gods exist.

Stress: Nature spirt. Doesn't know that she's a god. Looks like a cinnamon roll, would kill you.

False: Avian, with golden eagle wings. Does not know she's a god, could care less.

Cleo: Zombie hybrid. Knows she's immortal. Spites her old friends by getting attached to Joe.

Joe: Angel of life. Known immortal. Just vibing with the soul he was meant to harvest.

Jevin: Slime hybrid. Doesn't know he's immortal.

Cub: Allayling (allay with vex magic.). Doesn't know he's a minor god. Claims to be a vex.

TFC: Ender dragon hybrid. Knows he's a god. Brothers with Notch and Herobrine.

Beef: Moobloom hybrid. Doesn't know he's immortal.

Keralis: Some sort of eldritch being, no one questions it. Knows he's immortal.

Xb: Guardian hybrid. Doesn't know he's a god.

Hypno: Fire sprit. Could care less about being immortal.

Wels: Angel hybrid. Knows he's immortal. Hates being an angel because they are a bunch of stuck up beings.

#Hermitcraft #nonhuman hermitcraft #Minecraft mob hybrids #Also a lot of made up stuff #Hermits as a family.#Mentioned very briefly.

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oldflyingraven · 2 years

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Day 16: No way out

Prompt: Mind control

Even after winning the Turf War, the mycelium won't go without a fight. It takes control of Etho.

Read it here or on AO3!

@whumptober-archive

Totally didn’t forget to post this oops

Spread the spores

The words echoed endlessly in his head as he placed down block after block of mycelium. Consciously he tried to stop himself. They had won the turf war. They had promised to turn the shopping district back to grass. Why couldn’t he stop himself from placing another block down? Etho tried to snap himself out of the haze, but the repeated words kept coming.

Spread the spores

Had any of the other resistance members dealt with the endless voice in their heads? Etho had been hearing it since he’d been building the farms. Maybe his constant proximity to the spores had caused it. Maybe the other members had been stronger than him.

“Etho?” who was talking to him? It took him way too long to recognise Bubs’s voice. He tried to respond but his mouth wouldn’t open. “Etho man, you know you won the turf war right? You guys promised to turn the shopping district to grass anyway. Why are you making it mycelium again?” he asked.

“It’s about the principle.” he found himself saying. His voice didn’t sound like his own. It was gravely, choked. Talking made him cough like something was in his lungs. Maybe the mycelium was. When he’d started making the farms he’d always taken care to wear protective gear. But as he worked on it longer and longer he found himself without it all of a sudden.

“Are you alright?” Bdubs asked.

“It’s about the principle.” he repeated. Shovel, mycelium. Shovel, mycelium. He tried to stop himself. Tried to say something else. But the voice kept going. And so did his body.

Spread the spores

“Etho you’re scaring me.” Bdubs said softly. If Etho could look up he was sure that Bdubs was nervously wringing his hands by now. He didn’t want to scare his best friend. He didn’t want to spread the spores. But the voice in his head kept chanting. And he kept moving.

Spread the spores

All of a sudden he could feel someone grabbing him by the shoulder. For the first time since he’d started digging he looked up. Xisuma looked back at him. When had he arrived here? “Hey, can you talk to me?” he asked.

“Don’t stop me. It’s about the principle. I need to spread the spores.”

Xisuma sighed. “I hoped that you misinterpreted this Bdubs but it seems you were right. Grian, Impulse and Jevin were behaving weirdly as well. It seems like whatever connects the mycelium together infected them. They’ve been working the most with it so it makes sense that they’d be most affected. The network must be scared now that it’s being removed.”

“I didn’t know- how is the mycelium sentient?!” Bdubs sounded scared.

“It shouldn’t be. Joe is looking into it right now, but it seems to be a deeply rooted- excuse the pun, glitch. Grian, Impulse and Jevin are isolated already. I think we need to isolate Etho as well.”

All the voices in his head SCREAMED. It made his legs give out immediately.

SPREAD THE SPORES

DON’T LET HIM TAKE US

STOP HIM

SPREAD THE SPORES

His arm swung out. He tried to stop it with all his might. But his body wasn’t his right now. The swing was uncoordinated, and Xisuma stepped to the side and avoided it. “Etho, this isn’t you right now. Can you snap out of it or is the control too much?” he asked patiently. If Etho had more presence of mind he would count himself lucky that Xisuma had experience with Vex mind control.

Etho swung again. His own thoughts now fully drowned out by the panicked chanting.

Xisuma’s sigh was twinged with sadness. “I’m sorry.” he said.

It was the last thing Etho heard before Xisuma hit him in the head, knocking him unconscious.

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