Impulsesv Stories

Grian was responsible and made a group chat, but this is mcyt. It's not gonna go well.

Cover art is not mine. Some oneshots about my favourite fandom! Not much to say other than that really. Enjoy!

In the hermit's universe, everyone, and I mean everyone, has magical powers. Some might call them gifts. While most powers are goodhearted and fun, there are few that are dangerous and malicious. But what happens when something unwanted comes to the server and abuses the hermits powers for evil... ? Or: Grian's a bird Iskall's possessed False is sus Stress is stressed And team ZIT has a hell of a bad time Season 7 setting 21/41 chapters <3 Soe Silver Edits by Lily

They kept telling themselves that it wasn't real But deep down they knew There was only one way to keep it from becoming reality I LOVE hermitcraft murder mystery and there isn't enough on wattpad. So here's a fluff author's take on it!

"Just like coffee, you keep me up at night" Scarian college/coffee shop au inspired by "Smells Like Coffee" and "Tastes Like Coffee" by @ThatOneWaterCat go check em out their writing is pristine so here's my sad attempt at a slow burn fanfic not shipping them irl obviously thats weird feel free to vote, comment, whatever, it makes me feel better about myself (if you enjoy my writing of course) stupid little idiots fall in love or something i'm sure the majority of this is written while i'm completely sleep deprived and barely functioning as a human being so excuse any typos or grammatical errors i also apologize for any huge chunks of just text im doing my best to divide it up start: july 7, 2023

A compilation of Hermitcraft oneshots! I'll update whenever inspiration hits, so buckle up boys. All art (if there is any) is mine! Quick note, all of these stories are strictly platonic! I write them like best friends, so there will be intimate moments, but that's what real friends do! (Particularly if they're Rendog) [No longer posting here, moved to Ao3]

Grian, Scar and Mumbo just meant to go and deliver late birthday gifts but ended up coming back home with a heavily traumatized teenager. So after learning the truth behind everything that happened on the Dream SMP they refuse to let him go back. Can the Hermits help Tommy recover or will the members of the Dream SMP get him back? [Sort of a spin off of Welcome Home Theseus as in it's nearly the same AU but some things have been changed.] [I'm ok with fanart, fan stories and anything like that but please don't commit plagiarism and alert me if you do make something because I would love to see what you guys have done!] [Cross posted from AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33295180/chapters/82676479] [Links: YouTube channel: https://youtube.com/@blueinnit1972 TikTok where I post edits and sneak peeks to upcoming chapters: tiktok.com/@blueinnit3 Tumblr: http://tommyinnit-simp-95.tumblr.com]

So, remember when the Hermits did a really long stream for Gamers Outreach? Well, Impulse and Skizz told us about their hero personas, and I've decided to make a story out of it. *inspired by Doody, Maru, and their DDVAU* THIS IS CURRENTLY A DRAFT. I AM WRITING IT. I JUST AM NOT POSTING ANY PARTS UNLESS I FEEL LIKE IT. (Quit lying to Yourself Birdish you're so gonna post two things and then drag your feet about the rest lol) :)) *DISCLAMER* I do not ship actual people, just personas. that being said, I will only be shipping Impulse and Skizz platonically as they're uncomfortable with it. Thanks for reading, enjoy! ^^ - Issa (Birdish)

The 3 lands, humans, witches, and hybrids have never gotten along. Separated by borders and rules, no one was allowed to have any kind of cross-border relationship. Groups have tried to break through in the past, only to be pushed back and become followers once more. That is, until a group of teens meet up in the secret passages their ancestors once walked through. What shall become of their journeys? ~*~ (there will be shipping in this book and also mentions of heavy topics (ex: gore, abuse, slavery, etc))

TangoTek. That's literally all you need to know. *** A short fic about our beloved Tango and a headcanon I have about his s9 character :] *** This work belongs to me, @bumblvee, and only me. I reserve the right to this work. Any and all reposts of any kind are strictly prohibited.

The virus, Purple Spreading Virus, PSV-7 Symptoms: •Contorted vocals •Slow reaction to everything •Becomes aggressive without a reason •Slowly makes eyes glow purple after a few weeks of getting infected •Slowly corrupts your skin and glitches, defects you out ~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~ This story is a Virus AU of Hermitcraft Season 7! I would highly recommend watching anyone that's uploading Hermitcraft episodes since it's all so good! The title of this book is suggested to me by Bean on Discord and I stuck with it! This is all work of fanfiction and will only be using the Hermits' Minecraft personas! I hope you all enjoy! (Cover of the book made by me.)

What happens when people from all sorts of backgrounds and personality's come together and things go smoothly up until they don't? Perhaps everything is not as it seems.

Grian pressed a button. That's how the shenanigans started. Then he has to learn how to deal with the consequences, and those consequences come in the form of child hermits. Thankfully he's not alone, but he is in a lot of trouble, and he needs to figure out a plan to bring them back to human form, while simultaneously dealing with kids along with the other 7 adult hermits. That plan leads him to empires and well... things don't entirely go perfectly. Inspired by Hermitcraft Daycare AU by KeochiAkechi24

As children, angels were always told the same stories. Whispered in solemn halls, etched into glowing tomes, repeated until they became law rather than lesson. Demons were evil-cruel, sadistic, master manipulators who thrived on corruption and pain. They were said to twist kindness into weakness and curiosity into downfall. It was drilled into every young angel's mind: demons could not be trusted. To trust one was to fall. Skizz never liked those lessons. Even as a child, he felt uncomfortable speaking ill of anyone-be they creature, spirit, or shadow-especially when they weren't there to defend themselves. It felt wrong, like condemning a stranger for a crime you'd never seen them commit. While other angels nodded along, wide-eyed and obedient, Skizz would fidget, wings twitching, brow furrowed in quiet disagreement. He didn't argue out loud-not often-but the doubt lived in him all the same, warm and persistent. Skizz was troublesome in the way only a good-hearted child could be. Hyperactive, endlessly energetic, he found it nearly impossible to remain still through lectures meant to instill fear and discipline. His feet bounced. His fingers traced the glow of the clouds beneath him. His wings were always half-spread, as if ready to leap into the sky at a moment's notice. The world was too big and too beautiful for him to sit quietly and listen to hatred. More than anything, Skizz loved-fiercely and without restraint. He loved the sun as it spilled over the gates of Heaven, loved the laughter of other young angels, loved the idea that goodness could exist everywhere if someone simply chose it. He wanted to give that love freely, to the skies, to the stars, to anyone who might need it. And the idea that an entire group of beings was beyond redemption didn't make sense to him. Because if love was truly divine, then surely it wasn't meant to stop at the edge of Heaven.

More one-shot stories about Hermitcarft/ Life series and some au's I came up with! Expect unexpected ( I guess?) - +Hermitcraft, +Life Series +Other SMP (involving some hermits) +Ships and not(romantic/ platonic ( no smut)) +Angst/Fluffy/both and neither (English isn't my first language) Have fun reading! -W

LDShadowLady: someone help pls LDShadowLady: scar and jimmy fainted ZombieCleo: pearl's just fainted too Rendog: same with martyn TangoTek: no way TangoTek: grian passed out as well?!? BdoubleO100: WHAT IS HAPPENING Gem groaned. "Worst Wild Card ever." *** This work belongs to me, @bumblvee, and only me. I reserve the right to this work. Any and all reposts of any kind are strictly prohibited.

The Turf War was over, and the Mycelium Resistance won fair and square. Someone was having none of it. Hardly hours after the winners are declared, the Resistance finds themselves trapped in the HEP's clutches. There's something off about the enemy team and something more dangerous behind their suddenly cruel ways. It's up to the Resistance, aided by allies along the way and hindered by both physical and mental wounds, to find whatever it is and stop it before it reaches too far past HEP and claims the world they love.

"You guys heard, you guys have seen, The resistance have lost a lot of good people. Find them and rally them together." "But where are we supposed to go? Anywhere west from here is now part of this kingdom or worse, the south lies barren of ruins and raiders, the east lies unknown and the nort-" She raised her hand at Impulse to stop. "-Is where you'll find them" In a brief moment she turned back down towards the tunnel, almost running. The west is all Impulse and Gem Knew, their world stuck in the rowdy life of their little resistence, now they must travel eastwards, in the dawn of a changing time and era. In the reawakening of Legends. In the tension before the war they sparked.

Darkness surrounded the area, the pitch black adding to Grian's anxiety. Purple wisps and shadows obscuring his vision, all whispering intrusive thoughts. He crashed his knees against the ground, which almost seemed like it was pulling him down. He covered his ears in an attempt to stop the voices, but they just were louder. - tw: mentions of suicide and abuse, blood. - hi hi hi i have made a new story I LOVE GRIANGST AND EVIL!GRIAN AUS SO HERE IS MY TIME TO SHINE.