literally the next part to circus of rhot following moss and her baby daughter spore

kind of teased in the new chapter of villainous woman stories. but that got me thinking about it so now? I have to

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

Art isn't mine Grian is an exceptional news reporter, known for his sharp eye and fearless storytelling. His work takes him across the country-and sometimes the world-uncovering hidden truths, reporting from the heart of major events, and bringing stories to life with his engaging style. Whether investigating corruption, covering breaking news, or capturing the human side of a crisis, he always finds himself in the middle of the action. But when he takes a job in Hermit City, intending to settle into a quieter routine, he quickly realizes that the news never sleeps. As he dives into local stories, his keen instincts lead him to something-or someone-far more intriguing than he ever expected. And in a city where secrets lurk just beneath the surface, being an exceptional journalist might make him a target.

after moving into 1980s home the realtor had described that it was abandoned more so that they couldn't get a hold of the owner making it abandoned it was beautiful a greenhouse so many rooms little did he know that two very tired and hungry lessons and have been the home as well. also little did he know he was moving into a community full of interesting and unique creatures

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 had been careful, he had covered his tracks, avoided update portals, kept his scorching magic under his skin, even as it bubbles and sears his veins into charcoal. Grian had done everything in his ability to keep the Watcher's unaware of his location. He just hadn't accounted on attracting something else's attention. Maybe, he mused, the Watchers would have been the preferable outcome, at least they let him keep his memories. [Rewrite of an old fic called 'The Luck of Yesterday'] [Crossposted on Ao3]

HotGuy has always been a solo hero, that is until a new vigilante came to town. the new vigilante saves him but he thought he had it handled pretty well. he was so wrong

After being freed from his demise, Grian has a chance to join The Council and help his new siblings protect the servers from a creature that is a threat to everything. At the same time he lives in Hermitcraft and tries to keep his Watcher identity a secret from his new friends. But when the threat seems to be more familiar than he expected, how will things turn out? Will his past come break down the door, or will he be able to keep it out? [An alternative version of The Endless War and As We Dance With The Devil]

MaGiC sUcKs ~Yes, this is another Watcher/Hermitcraft story. ~No, there is no shipping. Set during Season 6 because this story came out two days after Season 7. -I only own the people with the weird names. (Not Xelqua.) This is fanfiction. I do not own the Hermits nor do I write for them. I write about the characters they present to us on screen. -Book cover made on Desygner, background found by searching "old book cover backgrounds"