After going off server to help Grian with some spring cleaning the hermits discovering a mysterious staff in Grian's closet for spring cleaning. A few hermits get teleported back into Evo. And have to figure their way back. What will they learn in Evo it wil Xisuma meet his God? Will they die?

Tango had always seen himself as a weapon. Not in the poetic sense, not metaphorically-no, in his mind he was something built to burn, a walking catastrophe dressed up like a person. Anything beautiful or green that he touched seemed destined to wither, curl inward, burst into flame, and die. It wasn't his fault, not really. He was a blaze hybrid, after all. Fire clung to him the way breath clung to others. His hair burned with living flame, flickering wild and hot unless he was sleeping or truly, deeply calm. Only then did it shift into something gentler: golden locks, soft and shimmering like sunlight instead of wildfire. Even the puffball at the tip of his tail-usually a small comet trailing sparks-could cool into a warm, glowing gold when his mind settled. Most of the time, though, it burned. So he avoided anything green. Plants recoiled from him, leaves crisping if he stepped too close. He stuck to industrial spaces instead: metal catwalks, stone corridors, redstone workshops where nothing living could be harmed by his presence. He carved out his home in places where fire was expected. His eyes were striking in a way that made people flinch before they realized they'd done it. The sclera were a deep burnt red, like embers cooling in a furnace, while the irises were bright and molten-almost too alive, too intense, like staring into a forge mouth. People didn't always know where to look when they talked to him. And so, after enough awkward pauses and nervous glances, Tango started wearing goggles. The tinted lenses hid the fire in his eyes and the freckles scattered across his cheeks-small, dark flecks like soot across pale skin. He didn't mind hiding. It was easier that way. Easier for him. Easier for everyone he might accidentally burn.

Merman Grian, And Pirate Captain Scar. scar and his crew have been lost at sea for about 3 months and they started to fish for food and cook water but still some are worried about the captain

requested by @vvaraaq12, art is not mine

Even in a world where almost everyone is born with a whym, an otherworldly ability, there are still people who feel alienated in this strange, superhuman society. Grian is teenager born with strangely coloured wings. Most are a light brown, or white, or maybe blond, but his are bright purple. After being teased for it all his life, he's decided that people he meets in real life just suck. So, getting invited to a Discord server with more social rejects like him seems like a great escape from his reality. Join the family, join the shenanegans! :) -- 3/7/22 ~ HOW THE FUCK ARE WE 1# IN THE GRIAN TAG THERE IS 2000 STORIES IN THAT TAG WTFFF /pos /pos Story: Easts1de Cover: Easts1de :P

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

...this is too long to be a oneshot so I caved in A group of MCYTers go on holiday What's the worst that could happen?

"My dreams keep digging up the bones of memories Discarded remnants of former times" - Ancient History, The Crane Wives --- Once upon a time, there was an Emperor. His name was Pixl Riffs, and though he was an Emperor, his main focus was archaeology. He dug up bones and dated spearheads and spent long hours in the library, researching. And then that all began to change, thanks to a pottery shard and a dream. And then it all continued to change, thanks to multiple mysterious artifacts and a new Emperor and many, many more dreams. And then corruption began to spread, and everything was doomed. (Right?) --- Or, Pix's dreams are visions of a different world, everything looks doomed until it doesn't, our favorite archaeologist takes a liking to a certain bard, star-studded darkness rises to the surface, groudbreaking discoveries are made, insanity sets in, and the past and present are more connected than you'd think.

Pixlriffs. An archaeologist. A historian. Focused on the past. He doesn't care for the present or the future, the past is where his mind lies. With the issue of potential death, they are forced to face the present. Forced to face something he doesn't understand. Love. Empires SMP Season 2 A hanahaki disease Olix fanfic *Shipping of the characters only, not the creators themselves* TWs will be given individually to chapters if needed, though a general TW for blood, that will never be directly mentioned, though it will likely be in most chapters.

You are to simply put it, a member of Hermitcraft. You have been since season 4, but what happens when a certain bird boy joins the server? (They them pronouns) (All art is not mine) ⚠️[[DISCONTINUED]]⚠️