Another Hermitcraft/Evo crossover with a twist. It's another normal day in Hermitcraft when Grian starts hearing someone call his name, even if nobody was around. Believing it was just his own imagination at first, Grian decides to ignore it. But somethings cannot be ignored forever. -- Achievements #1 in Grian 5/26...
Grian, a Watcher, and Poultry Man all share a body. Shenanigans and character development ensue.
Description: "Heh, powerful as one can be having the best of both worlds, having the Admin and Watcher magic, you cannot resist against the code no matter how corrupted or clean it may be in your eyes. It's my duty to bring back the balance, meaning destroying the works of the brothers while I'm at it" The white hoode...
"The wind under my wings made me feel free, memories of the past floding back to me. Were they happy memories? No. But that didn't matter now, I- no, We are safe now, and I intend to keep it that way." This is my first fanfiction, so please don't expect to much of me. There might be some shipping, but no smut. Please...
[DISCONTINUED] !!!this WAS a continuation of a book called "loved" by @CEPHALOTUS :) I am okay with giving away the story to anyone who wants to continue it for me & the original owner!!!!! Grian is a Watcher. He is in charge of Hermitcraft, and he has admin rivaling powers. No one knows of his existence. How will th...
"Each world has its own story. Even if you tried to get a story from me, I wouldn't be able to tell you half of it. There is so much life in each build and block, and each event has told their own tale. But it has to start somewhere." Fate has the oddest ways of getting people together. It might tear your world apart...
Hermitcraft Season 5 has ended, and the hermits head through the portal, ready to start a new world, as Hermitcraft Season 6! Except... Something doesn't seem right about this world they have entered.. It almost seems... corrupted? What.. what happened to this place..? -------- Eyo! This is my first ever fic, and I h...
Core concept: what if Evil Xisuma and Joe Hills were friends and wrote poetry together A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. - Robert Frost