What if heroes weren't hero's for the 'greater good,' instead mere pawns for those higher up to remain in control? What if villains weren't villains because the 'government is corrupt,' instead they were nothing more than actors in a play letting one corrupted person retain the narrative? What if we were all assigned roles to play from birth and one boy, one measly, meaningless boy, took on a different one? What if that kid strayed so far from his own role in that messed-up play that it affected everyone around him? What if that puppeteer that led the play couldn't keep the story from straying so far from what was planned? What would happen then? Tw at start of each chapter No smut Do not read if you do not want to scream at your screen/hate me absolutely. There is one goal in my fanfics: absolute angst, traumatising characters and hate towards an author. Love y'all <3

The name says it, I will be showing my artwork here!! :3

The second book in the series 'Truth' set 3 years after the finaly 🚨🛑Don't read this blurb or you will spoil it for yourself!!!🛑🚨 The watchers are gone, Hermitcraft is once again safe. But without the troublesome avian, life is dull, boring. Pranks aren't the same and life seems too mundane. Scar is lost without his other half, without his soulmate. He cannot sleep and for the first time is true to his name, he is a Hermit. Scar isn't the same, he's sad, staying for days in his bed and not rising. Grian has been lost to the watchers, all the Hermits belive him to be dead, he knows nothing but servitude and and submission to the watchers. But when a mission returns him to hermitcraft, to his soulmate and friends the truth will be revealed to him. But without his memories he is a mindless husk, driven by power and terror. Will wrongs be righted? Will he be saved? Will their lives fall into Oblivion? Started 4/5/2025 Current Wc 15861 1000 views 25/7/2025 1k likes 30/8/2025

Grian is a normal hybrid player, or is he? After being on the run for hundreds of years Grian settles down in a large sever called Hermitcraft. But when the watchers come looking for him something bad is bound to happen... Started 1/2/2025 Finnished 30/4/2025 Word count - 17654 1k Comments 12/7/2025 1k views (3/5/2025) 2k Views 11/6/2025 4k Views 9/8/2025 5k Views 7/9/2025 6k Views 18/10/2025 150☆ (4/5/2025) 300☆(30/8/2025)

It was cold that night. Wind rushed past his ears as he ran, his strides as long as he could possibly make them. A heavy snow was falling, draping the city around him in a layer of beautiful, glistening white. But he had no time to admire it. ---- Welcome to RHVAU, also known as Ranchers Hero/Villain AU! Hope you enjoy &lt;3

Vexes and Watchers have always gone hand in hand-though not in harmony. The prevailing legend among the players tells of a twisted bond: Vexes, once majestic creatures of the in-between, reduced to little more than violent, shimmering wraiths-pets, tools, weapons-kept on a short leash by the Watchers. Most say it's abuse cloaked in obedience. Others say it's the only language these winged terrors understand. So, when a newly ascended young Watcher is given two Vexes-his first real assignment-he braces himself. He expects snarling, snapping, eyes glowing with fury and betrayal. He's read the files. Heard the tales from seasoned Watchers who boast about broken wings and conquered spirits. He's even seen footage of rogue Vexes ripping through entire bases in bloodlust. But what he gets... is different. They're small. Smaller than expected. One clings to the corner of the room, wings drooping like torn silk, eyes flickering with dim, uncertain light. The other keeps low to the ground, trembling any time the Watcher so much as breathes too sharply. Neither of them meets his gaze. Neither of them hisses, or screams, or attacks. They're kind. Gentle. One even offers him a fractured flower-where it got it, he doesn't know. They're afraid of him, but not angry. Not volatile. It's not submission... it's survival. And he doesn't understand. He's not used to Vexes being soft. He's not used to being feared like that. And the more he observes them-how they sleep curled up together for comfort, how they flinch at sharp sounds, how they whisper in a language only they know-the more questions bloom. Were the stories wrong? Were the others lying? Or had the Vexes only ever shown their claws because the Watchers never gave them a reason to sheath them? He begins to wonder: are they monsters at all? Or just victims with wings?

He spawns in the world, his hands woven together by a string he cannot see, and starts to walk. There's a hum of safety, laying a blanket over the field, and it feels comforting. Comforting, and temporary. He walks because he doesn't know what to do, talks with other players with a tilt of his head, and follows because there's really nothing else around him. He is mining, mindlessly chipping away at his surroundings, watching as the rocks broke and tumbled to his feet, when he appears. The cave is loud. It's full. Many people are around him, talking, yelling, speaking. He meets him and he stares, and then stretches out his hand. They leave, soon after that. - - - - - OR: Joel and Etho's relationship, from the beginning to the end. - - - - - Cover drawn by me, a stupid little WIP that I'm never going to finish ;-; this is crossposted btw I was just so proud of it

I saw me recently about people going to certain businesses and pretending like they were injured and stuff and I think it was a comedian but it's based off of that

Sky Bound follows the growing relationship between a charming pirate captain, Scar, and a once captured hybrid, Grian. They face sky-bound dangers and unexpected adventures aboard their airship the Jelliechaser, their bond deepens from uneasy teammates to something more-an unspoken connection neither of them is ready to name. Amidst adventure, tension, and moments of quiet , Sky Bound is a slow-burn tale of trust, friendship, and the fine line between love and nothing more than partners. This is a hermitcraft au where a number of the hermits are featured as sky pirates.

'I don't want us to be the bad guys anymore, Cub. I want to be a superhero.'