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cryptskeep · 11 hours

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oough hermitcraft fans cmere I need to infodump about my thirty different aus

#hermitblr #hermitcraft #hermitcraft au #au #hermitcraft fanfiction

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ilexdiapason · 2 months

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[@theminecraftbee inspired this fic! hermitcraft season 10's south neighbourhood becoming werewolves for the bit, ft. ren's propensity to take it seriously, and being the only one who does]

It was Stress who started it.

"C'mon, it'll be fun! I've never been a wolf before!"

"Werewolf," Ren corrects, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose tetchily. "And it's not fun. It's a chronic condition that needs constant management and can lead to some serious carnage if it's not properly cared for."

"Ah, who cares about a bit'a carnage? It's, like, week two. People die, they'll come back, no harm done. And you're tellin' me you don't see the appeal in a pair'a teeth like that?"

"Not - not really?"

Stress huffs, good-natured, tilting her head and baring her neck. "Think about it!"

"That's vampires," says Ren, "you're thinking of vampires who bite necks. Werewolves don't have a designated spot to bite. Because, like I said, it's not supposed to be fun. You're not supposed to want it."

She sighs loudly and uprights herself. "Alright. Figure something else out, then, shall I?"

"Do what you will," he tells her.

And then...

Well, it's a very unfortunate coincidence, is what it is.

He doesn't mean to get as wrapped up in his Ministerial Administrative duties as he does. There's a lot of paperwork that Xisuma cheerfully shrugged off on him when he realised Ren was assuming an admin position willingly - inventory checks and server code assessments and Right To Host permits that all need to be thoroughly combed through before they can be signed off on. It's not the most interesting job in the world, but Ren's been dying for a bit of busywork for a little while now. Strange how a life full of nothing but card games and deadly dungeons can leave you pining for the simpler days.

But the evening stretches on, and the letters start to swim before his eyes a little, and it's all too easy to just let himself rest on top of the pile of papers for a second before he gets back into things, gently lit by the glow of the full moon...

Ren wakes up, as he does more often than he'd care to admit, entirely naked.

He's in the street. Or what will be the street once the roadworks have gone underway, which is currently a patch of grass like all the other patches of grass around him. His office is maybe fifty blocks eastward, his trousers are nowhere to be seen, and the sunlight is altogether far too bright for him to take in much more than that.

Once he stumbles back to the office with naught but a pair of paws for cover, he finds his sunglasses and his shirt, and he can start putting the pieces together. Namely that his upper body is quite thoroughly splashed with blood, his claws are also caked in red, and the vial of wolfsbane he was meant to take last night is sitting unopened on the floor amid a pile of shredded paperwork.

So. Erm.

Some explaining to be done, then.

His clothes were shredded by his transformation, but of course he's got spares on hand for emergencies exactly like these ones. Shame about his periwinkle tie; it's going to need a cold wash, a hot wash, and a good bit of stitching to get it back in pristine condition. Unless he could convince Xisuma to do a rollback, but he doubts it at this early point in the season where so many people are working through the night to get themselves set up. Mending will have to suffice.

He also finds his comm lying in the wreckage. The chat history is... illuminating.

<Iskall85> is that ren i see outside?

<Xisuma> Looks like

<Iskall85> oh dear

<Iskall85> oh dear oh dear

<Iskall85> everybody keep your doors locked unless you want to become a werewolf

<StressMonster101> ...

<Iskall85> stress???

<StressMonster101> well i was finkin about it?

<Iskall85> you're insane

<Iskall85> go on then. girl's night

<StressMonster101> false! you coming?

<falsesymmetry> to get infected with lycanthropy?

<falsesymmetry> yeah, alright

<ZombieCleo> did i hear girls night?

<Iskall85> i take it back. we're ALL insane

<falsesymmetry> wait, this won't kill me, will it?

<Iskall85> yes??? what do you think turning into a werewolf is

<falsesymmetry> oh, better not risk it then

<Iskall85> only on the hermitcraft server

<hypnotizd> do NOT start without me

Ren blinks, and blinks again, and checks his claws, as though he might be able to tell which of his friends' blood is under them.

Girl's night. They're all transformed into hideous creatures of the night just like him because they thought it would be fun. And here he stands uncognizant of any of it.

He's gonna need to call another meeting.

(At sundown, though. Today is a writeoff for the vast majority of the neighbourhood. Worse than any hangover, trust me.)

#hermitcraft spoilers #hermitcraft season 10 #hermitcraft #rendog #hermitcraft fanfiction #ilexworks #mcytfic #hermitfic

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artfool · 2 years

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Scout stood, staring upwards as fire burned the falling rocks that pierced the atmosphere. He saw the light, bathed in recollection and said: “I laughed.” “Hmm?” Pearl asked, rolling over before she realized who had spoken. “Scout?” He didn’t respond. Slowly, the four glanced at one another before Pearl asked quietly with thick tension: “Grian?” “I laughed,” Grian repeated, voice haunted and flat. “When I fell.” Covet - chapter 13 by @digitalta

fanfictions that make me go insane (for real) (not clickbate)

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Do not repost! Reblogs appreciated :D

#grian #watcher grian #The Fool Draws #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #grian fanart #mcyt #mumbo jumbo #pearlecentmoon #impulsesv #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #theyre in love your honor #uh huh her #hermitcraft fanfiction #watcher grian fanart #covet #the weed was kind tonight

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k-asternix · 8 months

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The expansive, seemingly infinite crater of the perimeter makes for some nice eye candy, Grian thinks.

He's sure Doc would object to that characterisation. That is, if Doc were present and able to read Grian's thoughts. But for now at least, the buttercup camp is occupied only by its rightful owners: Grian, Mumbo and Scar. The three of them are sitting on a soft pastel picnic blanket. Grian is in the middle, with his wings wrapped comfortably around the two other men.

It's a rare peaceful moment between the trio. He doesn't mean to disturb that peace but the mental image of a god-like, omnipotent, omnipresent Docm77 is too powerful not to provoke some kind of reaction.

He giggles and his attempts to stifle that giggling only serve to worsen the situation: pretty soon he's full on laughing and there's nothing he can do to stop himself.

To his left, Scar groans "Griaaan. I was nearly about to fall asleep and you just woke me up! What's so funny, huh mister?"

Grian rolls his eyes at Scars dramatics, not intending to give an answer but then Mumbo pipes up "Yes. I'm also curious to know what's got you in hysterics."

"Well… I was just thinkin'.... wouldn't it be funny if Doc was like… an all seeing mind reader?"

"Funny?!?" Scar shouts "Grian, that's terrifying!"

"Hey, in my defense it isn't real! Doc can't actually read anyone's mind."

"I mean…mind reader Doc could be real." Mumbo hums.

"What do you mean he could be real?!? Oh, if you two keep up with all this crazy talk I'll never get to sleep!"

"It's not crazy talk." Mumbo says "Think about it: Grumbot prime came from a different universe, what if that means there's a whole multiverse out there? It wouldn't be so much of a stretch to say that Doc could be a mind reader in at least one of them."

"Mumbo, that's horrible." Scar whines, burying his face in Grian's feathers.

"I don't think it's horrible. If Mumbo is right and there is a whole multiverse that means there's a universe where there's…I don't know…infante theme parks?"

"Or a world of infinite Jellies! That would be so cute! Okay, maybe the multiverse isn't so bad. Wait! Do you think there's a world where we're pirates?"

"You were a pirate," Mumbo points out "back in season six."

"I had a pirate base. But I wasn't living the pirate life. I didn't do enough pillaging and plundering."

Now that's a scary thought. Scar, sailing the seven seas and robbing anyone and everyone he comes into contact with—Grian has no doubt that pirate Scar would be a force to be reckoned with. He can imagine it clearly.

"Maybe there is a world where you're a pirate." Grian muses.

"Oh I don't doubt it! Say, Grian, Mumbo, what would your ideal universes look like?"

Mumbo puts his hand to his chin "I'm not sure. Mine would probably be something silly. Like a world where the rules of gravity are mailable or where there's more redstone parts to play with or where I have crazy unrealistic superpowers."

"Mumbo, in my eyes your redstone making abilities are a superpower."Mumbo laughs, flushing red at the compliment. "I'm not sure if it's a superpower—" he turns to Grian "Err—what about you? What's your ideal universe?"

Grian looks up towards the sky as he ponders the question. He tries to imagine something better than what he has now but his mind draws a blank.

Really, he has everything he could need; seemingly endless building supplies, time and space to work on his various projects, the freedom to do what he'd like, friends who love him and are willing to put up with his constant pranks. Some nice eye candy.

Grian shifts his gaze back to Scar and Mumbo.

"You know, I think I'm living in it."

#hermitcraft fanfic #fanfiction #original post #the buttercups #the buttercup trio #grian #mumbo jumbo #goodtimeswithscar #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanfiction

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lovedbee · 1 year

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funny banana pose. @foxgloveblue

read pale in a liminal moon on AO3!

#pale in a liminal moon #i hope you don't mind the direct tag! i can remove it :)#silly little doodle for an epic big fic #selkie grian #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanfiction #i am currently trying to draw an actual scene from this fic. with cool lights and backgrounds and all. so this was a fun warmup :D #my doodles

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braxiatel · 3 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Relationships: Rendog/GoodTimesWithScar, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Additional Tags: Soulmates, Royalty, Line of Succession, Politics, Political Drama, Soulmate marks, Minor Injuries,

After nearly two decades in power, Queen Lizzie wants to retire to spend more time with her newly discovered soulmate, Joel. It is only right that her loyal knight and closest advisor, General Ren, would be named as her successor seeing as she has no children to pass it to.

Trouble arises when Lizzie's estranged sister Cleo puts forth her son, Scar, as a direct descendant of the royal line.

One has the claim of blood, another the approval of the current monarch, but which of the two men will triumph in the end?

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My fic for the Vault’s secret santa has been revealed! This was written for the amazing @sparksnevadas.

Make sure to check out the other fics in the collection as well, everyone involved is a great writer and/or artist in their own right! (Love you all very much friends <3)

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft fanfiction #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #renthedog #rendog #renscar #hermitshipping #trafficshipping #background relationships include jizzie ethubs grumbo gemstress and zombiesymmetry #last life #limited life #mcyt #writing

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evilrat-sabre · 6 months

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Soooooo, this Stressful situation has ended! It's a story about Zombies and I was one of the beta readers for this delightful fic! I ended doing some fanart, that I had to hold until now!

Zombies are my favorite type of monster and I absolutely loved every second of this fic! Go give a read that it is great, Snake(@mawofthemagnetar) write some very good stuff and it's always a delight!

Oh yea and happy halloween everyone!

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #hermitcraft fanfiction #hermitcraft fanfic #zombiecleo fanart #zombiecleo #joehills #iskall85 #iskall85 fanart #stressmonster #stressmonster fanart #tw gore #tw body horror #tw zombies #its zombies #they are messy #Iskall has a bionic arm sue me

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pixelfun20 · 2 months

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Hey look. I wrote a fic based off of @definitelynotshouting’s Hunger AU! Of course, it ended up being a lot longer than I expected it to be… so I ended up splitting it into chapters. The first part came out today - check it out!

Summary:

what if someone had told us that we didn’t have to

be bleeding in order to be open?

what if someone had told me

that a wound was not the only way

to travel into the center of myself?

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Five times Grian finds his worth in others, and one time he sees it in himself.

#I’m pretty sick rn so I’ll leave it here lol #This is a blast to write tho #grian #hermitcraft #watcher grian #Hunger AU #Hermitcraft Fanfiction #5 + 1 fic

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floef-likes-minecraft · 2 months

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Exploration

From Exploration, a short fic about Gem and Etho exploring in the early days of Season 10 of Hermitcraft.

“You wanted Sniffer eggs, right?” Etho squinted, looking at the horizon as if he could spot eggs like that. As far as Gem was aware, he couldn’t. Then again you could never be sure with Etho. Maybe his Eldritch powers included x-ray vision. “That means we need a warm ocean. Do you know any oceans around?”

“You were supposed to be the directions guy,” Gem laughed. “But I believe if we follow the river and go around that island there, we should hit an ocean. Impulse said we should anyway.”

“In Impulse we trust in that case,” Etho concluded before the two started to descend the gigantic Cherry Grove plateau. Xisuma had managed to find the most beautiful Seed, with large plains dotted with mountain plateau’s and crossed with rivers. Everybody was sticking relatively close together, though not as close as last Server. While that had been great, Hermits were still Hermits and liked their personal space.

Before Gem could, Etho had produced a boat and pushed it into the water. He hopped in, offering Gem a hand before taking the oars. Gem didn’t complain as that meant Etho would be doing the hard work and she could just do some sightseeing. The start of a new Server was always exciting, but also a bit strange. Everything was untouched, there were still deserts filled with sand an plains with plenty of grass. Doc hadn’t managed to brainwash the zombies and Bdubs hadn’t wrangled up all horses in the immediate vicinity. It was pure and beautiful and new.

Not for long, however, because a Celestial and Eldritch were rowing a boat across the ocean. Sometimes Gem still wondered how she had ended up in this situation.

#floef writes #mcyt fanfiction #hermitcraft fanfiction #ethoslab #geminitay #i put them on a beach and made them talk #i also lorified redstone which is cool i guess??

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frootyloopy · 9 months

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Been in a bit of writing kick today!!

Sea creature Scar au by the wonderful @stiffyck who inspires me constantly!! Love sharing my thoughts with you king <33

Trigger warnings: body horror, emetophobia

It's been nearly five years, since he left them on that pathetic little island. The treasure wasn't what the tall tales had explained, it was a mix of fool's gold and scratched jewels. It looked so beautiful when he'd opened the lid of the box, but when he'd opened it again on the SS Flying Jellie miles from shore, distant shouting still faintly ringing in his ears, it'd be nearly empty. He didn't realize the true "treasure" that was in the box until weeks later. It started slowly, with his hair starting to fall out. It took only three months for the tentacles to start growing in. They started at his hairline, bulging under his skin. He thought he'd gone insane when they started to *move*. By the end of the year his hair was gone and replaced by a slimy writhing mass. He used their hats to hide it. Ironic really, considering he didn't even realize it was that horrible box that caused him to lose his hair until the gnawing regret that was eating him alive by abandoning them made his gaze linger for a little too long.

He spent weeks nauseous, spitting up blood that would turn black once it hit the deck and *bubble* as it dried. He didn't realize it stopped looking like blood until he'd spent a night drinking and had watched it cover his hands after leaving the shore too soon. That was the first night the rumors started, when he'd left the bar without a tip after someone had taken one of his hats off the pile as a joke. A tentacle slithered along his neck, normally hidden by the neat little stack, and had caught someone's attention. His boots were loud against the wooden pier, and his hands were raw from how he untied his ship by yanking on the knot until it gave. By year three his veins, once a dark dark blue, began to turn a sickly dark green. He realized that night that eventually, there will be nothing left of him. Not unless he stops the curse, or somehow is able to reverse it.

(His prayers whispered to the shrill night air have always felt unanswered. But they turned from unanswered to ignored.) His nightly prays began to sputter out after that. He knows only a god or deity could reverse what's been done, as only a god or deity could have *done* this in the first place. It becomes a mantra. He has to find them, he has to prove he is no longer heartless. That he has learned his lesson. Time ticks on slowly as he tries to grow prepared enough to look, but the amount of things he can find to do before that is growing slimmer and slimmer. The whispers at the back of his thoughts go ignored as he begins the trek, on the same date their own had began, four years after. There's something eating away at him, and his hands shake as he sails. His hands have always ached, but they've started to *burn* as he gets ever closer to the island. He doesn't know what he should expect, but he took off their hats and left them in long abandoned and neglected rooms. No one has been allowed to stay where they did, and he refuses to try. He boarded them up, at one point, but the nails would slowly pull out and be *placed* neatly in front of his door. He stopped trying after the third night it happened. His hair seems nervous, as his destination grows closer. No longer is it unruly and unmanageable, it seems almost *scared*. He doesn't want to think about why.

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By the time he arrives, he's taken aback by the sheer *foliage*. The once barren island, with long snaking roots covering every shore and hiding in deep murky dark water, looks almost *pretty*. It's taken care of, and looks loved, in some strange way. It makes him uncomfortable. This isn't right, he must be at the wrong place. But the pier he once docked at is in the same place on his map, and the shores haven't changed, but they're *cleaner*. He hates it. He hates how nervous he is. He feels like the sea is rising inside of his torso and trying to pour out of his mouth. When he spits over the side of the hull, the taste of salt is undeniable. He goes through the long errands of docking, anchoring, and exiting his ship. His knees ache as he leaves his vessel and hit a long familiar uncaring wood.

#Hermitcraft #gtws #sea creature scar au #goodtimeswithscar #cw body horror #cw emetophobia #gtws fanfiction #Hermitcraft fanfiction #Ed writes #HAII STIFF THIS IS FOR YOU!!

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frog-writes-for-fun · 1 year

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Hello! Hope you're having a great day!! could I request a Scar x a mute reader, thanks!

Also may I be 👑 anon? (They/Them)

Welcome, 👑anon! I’m happy to have you!

Sweet Silence

c!Scar x mute!Reader

Summary: When you don’t talk, Scar is happy to fill the silence between you.

Warnings: None here, just fluff!

Note: The reader uses messages on their communicator and sign language to communicate.

You didn’t speak. That was just a fact. And on the HermitCraft server, that was fine. After a moment of initial surprise, the hermits were happy to accommodate, giving you time to respond with your communicator or through sign. All of them were kind and considerate, but one of them shone like a beacon to you.

Scar was never the quietest hermit. Smooth-talking and full of ideas, he loved to share. And you loved to listen. For hours, you would spend time around him to hear his voice as he showed you his newest build or described his next business venture. Whenever you typed out a comment or a question, there was hardly a pause as he read it, and it felt as natural for Scar to respond to your messages and signs as if he were speaking to one of the others.

The other hermits watched as you picked up on each others’ habits. Scar spoke animatedly with his hands and started to mimic some of the signs you used most often. You adapted to his quick pace, nodding along and taking on a similarly upbeat tone in your signing. It was no secret in the server that the two of you were close.

Soon, Scar and you announced that you’d be working on something together: lessons in sign for all the hermits who wanted to learn. While Scar was no master, he’d picked up enough from spending time with you to know the basics, and to share those with his friends.

You were happy to teach them, and it didn’t hurt that Scar wanted to learn more on the side. You were always happy to spend time with him. He was sweet, kind, and very compassionate, energetic and optimistic. It took only a short time for you to realize that your feelings for him weren’t entirely platonic.

The first few weeks went by, and your lessons were a hit among your friends. Many of them showed up for the first one, and some of the less social hermits asked if you would be willing to do smaller groups, which you were absolutely able to do.

But in between them all, you kept coming back to Scar. He was your biggest supporter. Whenever you were teaching the others, he stood slightly to the side, watching your movements intently. Several times, you caught him practicing the signs out of the corner of your eye, though you never could quite tell what he was signing, as he stood at a slight angle.

But the thing that surprised you most was one day outside of these lessons. Scar had sent you a message, saying he had something to show you. You arrived at his base soon enough, expecting him to show you a new build or shop. And he did, giving you a quick tour of a new section of the base. But after a moment, he stopped and looked at you. Expecting him to say something, you tilted your head in question.

Instead of words, he instead raised his hands to sign a simple message.

I love you.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #hermitcraft x reader #hermitcraft x y/n #hermitcraft fanfiction #scar x reader #scar x y/n #goodtimeswithscar x reader #goodtimeswithscar x y/n #gender neutral reader #mute reader #reader insert #frog's fics #frog writes

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elis-corner · 1 year

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Multiple comfort hermits? feeling down mentally atm...

Anon, you sent this at the exact time I was reading comfort Hermit fics.

And yes I lost motivation halfway at one point, but two months later and I'm back XD

Hope you're okay, love <3 Enjoy the selection of Hermits decided on by my good pal Kat

Rendog

Ren considers some of his canine traits to be advantages. Entirely understandable. A superb sense of smell, sensitive hearing… who wouldn’t be appreciative? At least, as long as you’re not near Bdubs, sensitive hearing is great.

There are times when he finds himself appreciating them more, though.

Until you’d met Ren, it was only a myth in your eyes that dogs were extremely empathetic. It didn’t take long for your opinion to change.

He was the one you knew you could turn to for comfort and to have someone who’d just be there to sit and listen

It meant the world.

Sometimes, though, life throws things at you that are hard to handle, and it becomes a struggle to open up and be honest with others and yourself.

It’s times like that when Ren works his magic.

The moment he walks into your base he knows something is up You’re not bustling around, working or planning whatever new idea you’ve concocted. Instead, he can hear your quiet sniffles from a few rooms over.

Within a second he’s speeding in the direction of your voice, and the moment he finds you he’s sitting beside you, pulling you close so he can hug you

His grip is tight as he asks what’s wrong, the concern in his voice so painstakingly obvious that all your emotions begin to come flooding out.

He sits there and listens to you, tossing whatever assurance or compliment or opinion he feels you need. If it’s real bad he’ll pull out the jokes. If you don’t show a hint of a smile it’s innuendos from then on.

He doesn’t leave your side, even if you insist you’re feeling better, and if any other hermit offers to help instead it’ll become more persistentHe’s a bit possessive. Just a bit.

He can’t stand the idea of you being there alone, and though occasionally annoying, it’s more endearing than anything.

There have been incidents when he’s gotten a bit too worried, though…

‘I’m serious, Y/n! It’s alright! You can talk to me!’ ‘Ren, I’m not in the mood or state to have you over. I’m getting changed. Please, can you just lea–.’

Needless to say he believed you the next time you used that “excuse”.

Xisuma

Can I even begin to describe X finding out you’re not having a great time? The answer is I can.

Think concern, hugs, words of comfort, and lots of empathy and attention

Think of a sad puppy. That’s him. Without taking how jacked he is into consideration.

On one of his regular checkups making sure you’re okay he’s bound to have figured out something isn’t right

He won’t outright address it at first, instead giving you as much space and time as you need

If you don’t want to talk he won’t force you to

When you inevitably approach him, though, it’s all love and care for the next month or so.

Compliments, stories, hugs, little activities for the two of you to do together… anything to see you smile again

It breaks his heart seeing you upset ❤️

Mumbo

Man doesn’t quite know what to do.

What if he makes it worse? What if it doesn’t help?

Mumbo is either going to do something small and sweet or huge and sweet.

Either way, there’s a 50% chance of it going wrong.

But that’s okay! It’s part of the charm! You laughing at him almost burning his base down was entirely part of his plan!

There’s not much to write since it could be summarised in a single sentence: He has no clue what to do, but the man’s trying his best *insert TBH creature face here*

Scar

mmmmmmmm the way he hums while he builds, the way he talks to himself, the weird little noises he makes when he takes too much fall damage or is jumped asdakjdahdkajshdaskjdh adorbs :sob (Note: this part was written by Kat but I’m leaving it here)

When you’re upset he doesn’t really understand the concept of personal space Prepare to be swaddled in blankets, love, comfort foods… whatever he can think to give you

If there’s something he thinks (or knows) you like, you can be sure as hell he’ll do it. He’ll sing your favourite songs, put on your favourite movie, go shirtless if you’re into that… anything for you.

Will Scar sit and listen? Of course! What else is he there for?

Jellie, being the best girl she is, leaves Scar’s side to snuggle with you. No scratching today, just adorable love.

Speaking of adorable love; the look of pure love and admiration Scar gives you while you talk. Man knows how to validate your feelings for sure.

If you’re still not happy after a day of treatment by Scar, don’t fall asleep. It may be a good thing to rest, but know that he’s going to ask either Cub or Grian for advice, and that’ll end in disaster.

By the end of it, you’ll be all laughs and giggles (or groans of annoyance), and Scar will be able to sleep easy knowing he made your day the slightest bit better.

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drunkintergalacticemotions · 1 year

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It's finally here!!!! It's finally finished!!! The Sky Weighs Heavy Tonight is a phenomenal hermitcraft fanfiction by @mawofthemagnetar that everyone should check out here

I printed it out as a book and designed a cover for it because this story lives incredibly rent free in my mind and I wanted to hold on to it forever

Sometimes however mistakes are made, and as seen below I accidentally ordered it in A4 instead of A5 first, so now I have a normal book sized version and a textbook sized version. For fun I suppose

#Hermitcraft #Hermitcraft fanfiction #The Sky Weighs Heavy Tonight #Mawofthemagnetar #Pilot au #Book printing

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sillyfairygarden · 1 year

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“but oh, the bloom”

cover art for my hermitcraft scarian fantasy AU, inspired by jack london’s “the star rover”. closeups and more under the cut:

drawing art for my own writing is an act of pure self indulgence, and something that has always been very high on my to-do list. i feel like the way i write and draw are very intertwined, and getting to flex both parts of my creative brain is just, well, very wonderfully fun :D

back in september i created my first fic cover art, something that had been a huge challenge for me. it was also a special gift for a special person, and while it’s no longer up its something i look back to fondly.

so saying all that to say this was very, very fun. i have been slowly coming out of what was a multi-month long deep, painful turn in my depression. one of the things that has gotten me through that is creating again, catering to myself and trying to re-learn the confidence i once had 😭

ok ok closeups! scar and pearl’s faces turned out exactly like my sketch! i was considering adding other characters and the castle, but the dreamland-constellation animals won out.

#digital illustration #artists on tumblr #digital artwork #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #hermitcraft fanfiction #gtws fanart #goodtimeswithscar #pearlescentmoon #pearlescentmoon fanart #scarian fanfic #thellos art corner #botb #THIS WAS VERY FUN AND IM SO EXCITED TO CONTINUE BOTB :D #thank you fornfollowing me along my journey to re-find my artistic self after losing it for so long

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evilrat-sabre · 7 months

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I PREFER MY TANGO DEAD

Welcome to first edition of “I Prefer my Tango Dead” (and undead), where we compile the whole-ass genre of fics that start out by murdering our specialist little boy. :D (That or he’s an entity of some sort piloting around a meat suit, it’s close enough…)

Random Ao3 commenter: Why is there so many fics where the author kills Tango?

Us: yes.

This beautiful list is provided to you by EvilRat and @azzayofchaos, have fun!

In this list we compiled 19 fics(and counting) that "kill" Tango Tek some way or another, he isn't the main character in all the fics(In some he only appears in a single chapter), but he is dead. Have fun!

Random questioner: How do you decide Tango is dead?

Me: Idk man me and Karma(Azzay) just scream in each others DMs

Karma: It's weird, sometimes being a robot counts, sometimes not.

We have some tags for the type of "dead" Tango is.

List of Tags: Robot Tango / Tango is riding a corpse / Other / Ghost Tango / Zombie Tango / Vampire Tango / Skulk Tango / Came-back wrong, Tango.

If you know a fic that Tango is "dead", feel free to dm me or send in a ask. This list is only growing and we will not stop updating it.

TW: This contains spoilers! Tango being dead a lot of times is a twist in the story. And pls read the tags(On AO3), this is for fun and giggles, but the fics here have a great range of differences, some are silly and/or gay as fuck and other are straight dead dove level. Take care!

Now the list!

Name: Cause we are whole

Author: oooFFFF

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26516443/chapters/64628272

Tags: Robot Tango