Medieval Fic with hermitcraft and life series members, Dont know where this will go or how good it will be, i have a rough idea of a story i want to tell and i will try and fail miserably. 1k reads, Means everything to me <3 #1 Skizzleman x2 #1 renthedog #1 inthelittlewood

Grian is just a normal hermitcraft guy. He goes around pranking people and having fun, always with a good personality. But then something joins the server, determined to dig into Grians mind and change him forever. Grian starts hearing a voice in the back of his head. It gets deeper into his past, digging out power and an unsettling courage to corrupt things around him. Even though he already had a nag for friendly distruction this is a whole different situation. The voice is telling him to hurt hermits. Change hermits. Kill hermits. NPC Grian has come for revenge, and Grian is finding himself swayed by the voice. (This is not an Evo story although it will have mentions that Grian has been an admin. The watchers have nothing at all to do with this story, just the fact Grian has been an admin and knew some things he has forgotten. This story takes place in season 7. Not all hermits will have matching personalities to the actual hermit. This thumbnail was not created by me, it was created by Maiioz on X (forever Twitter). WARNING: Blood, depression, self-harm, death, some cussing, you know all the good stuff like that :) )

I don't really know what I'm doing. Read my random oneshots that I write on a whim. It is mostly HEX, but you know, there's other stuff. *throws hex at you* Updates will be spontaneous [whenever I feel like it]. Feel free to drop a comment or two, I like seeing your guy's thoughts. :) Cover by me :D

Mumbo's been missing for three months, working on "a project." But three months is a long time with no sight of him... So what is he doing? --- This is set in Season Seven, and canon events have happened up to around June 20th, 2020. There should be minimal blood/gore because minecraft I can not confirm nor deny the possible Permadeath --- Sequel out now! -------- Anyway, I hope you enjoy, my little Readers! -------- Ranked #1 in HermitCraft on 2-4-2021 NOTE: THIS AU DOES NOT IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM IMPLY/ACT ON ANY ROMANTIC SHIPPING BETWEEN HERMITS. Any relationships in this AU are purely platonic.

NOT UPDATING ANYMORE!!! - read the title :) - cover art is mine - i ship their minecraft personas, not real people, and this will be taken down if they make a post about not wanting to be shipped - no angst here so fuck o- sorry i mean, i'm all about fluff (and limes hihi) - i love oneshots where they confess/cuddle/something and then another hermit catches them so sorry it's going to be a lot of those - my mom has proofread everything except the limes - happens in season seven, if i don't say otherwise - requests open i guess - i don't have a consistent updating schedule - message me on ig/dc, same username, i want friends - remember to check out my other books #1 on #Hermitcraft7 (out of 63 stories) on august 11th 2021 #1 on #mumbojumbo (out of 1.18k stories) on june 1st 2023 #1 on #grumbo (out of 342 stories) on march 31st 2024

This story will include - Shipping - swearing - an AU - some angst - violence - blood Note : I don't ship the hermits irl. Just the minecraft personas they present on screen. If they don't like being shipped, then I will remove the story (tbh I'll just remove the shippy parts.) This is my first story so please provide some constructive criticism. Rank 30 in #grian on 18/01/21.

One shots that are mostly Grian angst. This is where I will post small stories, there will be warnings on 'chapters' that will require them.

"Come near her again, and I'll bury you so fucking deep, no one will ever remember you existed" Adira Blair, callsign Rival, never needed anything handed to her. She clawed her way to the top, outclassing even the deadliest men in a male dominated world. Her rage, though, got her transferred from five different bases, they tried to contain her. All failed. Her anger made her a problem. But kill count made her a legend. The safehouse wasn't ready for her. Especially not Ghost, a 6'4 fuse ready to blow. Towering, volatile, and feared by everyone but her. Their tension isn't just fire, it's warfare. And the battlefield is wherever they stand. Most feared him. Rival didn't. Maybe because she saw too much of herself in him. The heat between them wasn't just tension, it was dangerous. To them. To the team. To anyone who stepped too close. She wasn't built to follow. She rose through the ranks by breaking rules, beating odds, and burying anyone who doubted her. Captain Price wanted the best. That's why he sent a dozen emails to drag her into Task Force 141. She walked into the safehouse like a loaded weapon, unapologetic, unbreakable, and untouchable. Before 141, she dominated every unit that tried to tame her. Now she's with the only team reckless enough to unleash her, and she's about to prove why you never mess with a soldier who has nothing left to lose. And if anyone thinks they can control her, they better be ready to bleed. • • • WARNING: THIS BOOK MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR CERTAIN PEOPLE. PROLOGUE AND OTHER PARTS OF THIS BOOK CONTAIN DEPICTIONS OF ABUSE, ASSAULT, AND ALCOHOL USE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

You never thought you'd be more than just a Artillery and Missiles Officer, you never thought you actually go out into the field in the midst of war. That all happened in the matter of a seconds. Suddenly you're apart of Task force 141 searching for a shipment of highly dangerous missiles that never arrived to their destination. What could go wrong? |I do not own any of the MW Characters, nor do I own you lol but the story I have created, I take full ownership of that!|

Work in progress...