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

Scar is a cop working tirelessly on a perplexing case. Everywhere he goes, he finds two peculiar clues: eggs and white feathers. No matter the crime-bank robberies, murders, or high-profile thefts-the same eerie pattern emerges. The eggs are pristine, and the feathers are fresh, as if whoever left them always arrived just before the police. It's maddening for Scar, an unyielding reminder that the culprit is always one step ahead, taunting him with their mysterious calling card. Art is not mine

requested by @vvaraaq12, art is not mine

Heavy trigger warning for death heavy The chapter RIP is just getting started, and I mean death as in child death parental death drug use everything. The war against the Mycelium Resistance had been long, an endless strain on mayor Scar's heart and mind. Every decision, a weight; every choice, a shadow. He wasn't naive enough to believe that the cost of this battle didn't reach beyond his own soul. Friends had been lost, alliances fractured, and innocence shattered. But in the end, the mycelium had to be stopped-he was the only one who could do it, even if it meant sacrificing pieces of himself along the way. Beneath the veil of Hot Guy, a guise as much as a shield, he fought in the night, struggling against the twisted children of Mother Spore. But it wasn't until the moon hung heavy in the sky, blood-red, that she finally revealed herself. Silent at first, lurking in the dark, her presence like the weight of an ancient curse, watching him from the edges of his awareness. One night, she would step into the open, and the true battle would begin. But would he be ready? Or would the spores that clung to the very air around him take root, entwining his fate with hers in ways he could never predict? The battle against the spores was only the beginning. The true enemy was closer than he ever knew, and she was watching, waiting for the moment to strike.

art isn't mine Scar was the picture of simplicity. He loved his two cats, had a passion for technology, and found fulfillment in teaching others. By day, he was an unassuming man with a knack for gadgets and a soft heart. But by night, he became Hot Guy-a no-nonsense vigilante bringing criminals to justice. Fearless and relentless, he fought his way through the city's darkest corners, ensuring every villain ended up behind bars. With a strict code and unshakable focus, Hot Guy was the city's unofficial protector. Grian, however, lived a life of constant upheaval. Jobs slipped through his fingers, and no city ever felt like home. His mistrust of others kept him on the move, and the fear that haunted him turned his interactions cold. But in the shadows, Grian became someone else: Cute Guy. Sassy, flirtatious, and sharp-tongued, Cute Guy was a wildcard, not an official hero but an informant who danced on the edge of the law. He loved to toy with those who crossed his path, using charm and wit to manipulate the underworld. Though never committed to the hero's cause, Cute Guy always knew how to get what he wanted. When Hot Guy is suddenly compromised-captured and incapacitated-chaos descends on the city. Without its hero, the streets become overrun with criminals, more dangerous than ever. But Cute Guy, despite his reputation for keeping things light, knows there's more at stake. The one person he'd never admit to caring for was in danger, and that pushed Cute Guy into action. Armed with his cleverness, a network of contacts, and his talent for turning enemies into unwitting allies, he infiltrates the criminal underworld to find Hot Guy. As the clock ticks, Cute Guy faces a world he's only flirted with from the sidelines. No longer just an observer, Grian is thrust into the role of an unlikely savior. The sassy flirt has to become a hero in his own right, proving that sometimes, the best way to fight isn't with fists-but with finesse.

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

not gonna lie I lost the plot of the old one and instead of wiping it and redoing it I left it so you all could still read it. but I'm starting again today with it because it was my 60th book and a promise, sooooooo here we go I hope you enjoy!

A mysterious figure known only as Watcher lingers between hero and villain, perched above the city as a silent observer. Feared by the public but trusted-carefully-by both sides, Watcher trades in information, never identities, walking the fine line between neutrality and manipulation. When two heroes, Starborn and Hot Guy, arrive late to a tense rooftop meeting, they're met not with guidance, but with quiet judgment and a cryptic warning. The information they receive points to a rising threat: a chaotic, Western-themed villain known as the Sheriff, now forming dangerous alliances-including one with a volatile fire-wielding partner. But the real mystery isn't just the villains gathering power-it's Watcher. Dismissive, unreadable, and always one step ahead, they vanish as quickly as they appear, leaving behind more questions than answers. And for Hot Guy, one unsettling realization lingers: even after Watcher is gone... it still feels like they're watching.

stories of collected one shots that I have been thinking about and want to do but I'll make him one shots for now so if you like them you can tell me you want to see this as a full story

art is not mine but is really pretty