I'm rewriting this bare with me

Jimmy liked Scott. Or so he thought... turns out, he's actually in love with him, he just didn't realise it. Aka, a series of events lead up to Jimmy realising he's in love with his best friend, Scott.

Scar has been struggling keeping his crush for a specific dirty blonde avian a secret, he doesn't know how the avian would react if Scar told him how he felt. But Grian also had his eyes out for the brunette and was scared of the feelings he had. They both hid their feelings until one moment they have changes everything, will the TRUTH about their feelings finally get out? A/N -I suck at descriptions so please just read the book, it's better then it sounds I promise. This book is dedicated to @ElijahCries because August 17 is his birthday and he's my best friend and my idol, so I'm posting the first chapter on the 17 for my gift to him because we're online friends and not irl friends. :') This story isn't a HermitCraft season but more how I imagine it, there will be NO Smut, only Persona x Persona not the real people, a bit of Fluff, and swearing in few chapters. Swears will not have a warning bc I'm lazy, and thoughts will be in italic. Enjoy the story!-

Yes, This would be a Hermitcraft group chat, currently at the moment, it would be with Hermits I am at least familiar with to a extent. I'll add more to the chat as I go just cause yes.

when a watcher gets on to hermitcraft, to get Xisuma is quick to get it in chains. As he doesnt want his family hurt his plan was to ban it and be over and done with it but when he gets to the spot were it landed and he seen how hurt it already was he couldnt bring himself to do that. Xisuma expend it to fight and trying to brake the chains but it was barley moving

Grian has found refuge and safety in Hermitcraft. However, his past is quickly catching up to him, and with it comes the pain that he's been trying so desperately to hide. As Grian tries to run from his past, he runs into something much more dangerous: the truth. #1 in watchers - 4/5/22 #1 in grian - 4/23/22 #1 in evo - 6/3/22 #3 in hermitcraft - 9/2/24

Scott had just gotten back from his Elsa arc and was getting the hang of his new ice powers. Jimmy visited him and got a little too excited... Their hands were suddenly frozen together by a block of ice that was as hard as bedrock and would not melt. Scott had not known how to unfreeze things yet... They go through their daily lives while being stuck together, asking for help to unstuck them by other empire members. Did their friendship go even deeper or did it fall apart..? _______________________ Just a heads up, I did not watch Jimmy and Scott's POV is some of these things are inaccurate- _______________________ Made this ff from (M/D/Y) 6/9/2023 - _______________________ (Tags that I got below 10-) #3 in JimmySolidarity (6/23/2023) #8 in SolidarityGaming (6/26/2023) #6 in empiressmpseason1 (29/6/2023)

A collection of Oneshots that are posted on my ao3

Martyn was born blind and has always relied heavily on his hearing to navigate and understand the world around him. He walks with a cane, and his eyes are always closed-he doesn't even know what color they are, nor has he ever thought to ask. For him, the world has always been cloaked in darkness. That began to change when he discovered a small spark of magic within himself. With time and practice, he learned to use it to "paint" mental images of people and places in his mind. Through subtle differences in tone, mood, and cadence, he could distinguish colors-hearing the warmth of a sunset in a laugh, or the chill of blue in a hushed whisper. Over the years, he also honed his ability to read body language-not through sight, but through sound. The shifting of feet, the rhythm of someone's breath, the way fabric brushed against itself as someone turned-all of it became a symphony of cues that told him what others could see with their eyes. Martyn often kept to himself, sitting quietly in the corner of a room with a Braille book in his hands, lost in the raised dots beneath his fingers. Most people didn't approach him. Whether it was discomfort or uncertainty, he had grown used to being left alone. But that all changed the day a new transfer student joined the theater program. Curious and unafraid, they noticed Martyn sitting by himself and, rather than shy away, felt drawn to him. For the first time in a long while, Martyn's quiet world began to shift-not just with sound and magic, but with the unexpected rhythm of connection.

The Hermits shared a bond of trust and camaraderie, but there was one thing that had remained a mystery-Xisuma's appearance beneath his ever-present space suit. He had never once removed his helmet or armor in front of anyone. The curiosity surrounding it grew over time, with whispers of what lay under the suit. No one was more intrigued, or concerned, than Keralis. Keralis had always been the observant one, noticing the subtle signs that something wasn't quite right. Xisuma's movements were stiff, and the suit, though impressive, looked increasingly worn. The helmet, especially, appeared to be in desperate need of repairs, and the weight of the armor surely took a toll on his body. Keralis couldn't help but worry. Staying in that suit for extended periods couldn't be healthy, no matter how resilient Xisuma was. The pressure of the heavy armor and the way the helmet seemed to restrict his movements only added to his concern. Despite the mystery, Keralis never pressed. He respected Xisuma's privacy, knowing that trust was sacred among the Hermits. But that didn't stop him from wondering: What if there was more to the story? What if Xisuma wasn't just hiding his appearance, but something deeper-something personal? The thought nagged at Keralis. The space suit was an enigma, and Xisuma's insistence on wearing it at all times only fueled his curiosity. What would it take to get Xisuma to take it off, even just for a moment? He wasn't sure, but one thing was clear: Keralis would do whatever he could to ensure Xisuma wasn't silently struggling in that suit, even if it meant confronting the one mystery he couldn't quite solve. art is not mine