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Playing Open-Handed
When trying to repair a mysteriously obsidian-clogged conduit, Impulse suddenly sees what appears to be a shark. Confused, he swims closer to get a better look... oh no. That's not a shark. As the creature tightens its hold on the server, bringing more and more of the Hermits under its control, and Tango turns up scared and with a broken arm, the message starts to become apparent: Trust no one. Not even your friends. Especially not your friends. After all, that leaves you Playing Open-Handed. This book is a sequel to another of my stories, The Lion Sleeps Tonight, but you don't necessarily need to read that to understand most of what happens. Enjoy! --- Story by me Inspiration and characters from Hermitcraft Witty comments (but actually not the lore this time) with help from ausforyou (Okay, this time I'm gonna put a monologue from Henry V because why the hell not, nobody reads this far into the description anyway: Thus says my king to Harry of England: Though we seemed dead, we did but sleep. We could have rebuked you at Harfleur, but that we thought it not good to bruise an injury till it were full ripe. Therefore, consider of your ransom, which must proportion the losses we have borne, the subjects we have lost and the disgrace we have digested, which in weight to re-assess, England's pettiness would bow under. Indeed, your own person, kneeling at our feet, is but a weak and worthless satisfaction of our losses. To this, add defiance: you hath betrayed your followers, whose condemnation is pronounced. So much my king and master bids tell you, so much my office.)Terminé
Choke On Your Blood And Your Tears
"Is something wrong-" Mumbo lunges from the woods, fangs extended, mouth open in a hiss. He pounces on Iskall, his teeth finding their throat, shredding it in an attempt to get as much blood as possible. The last thing Iskall sees before it all goes dark is the moon, huge in the sky, the image of Mumbo leaping from the woods at him, burned behind his eyes. or, The server's vampires go feral during season 8 and attack people. The people they attack die and don't come back for some reason. The non-vampiric hermits race to restrain their vampiric friends well trying to find a way to bring the ones they killed back. (art is not mine) (Crossposted on Ao3 under the name 'Choke on your blood and your tears' by Captain_Blue {that's me! :D })Terminé
Camp Hermit-Blood: a Hermitcraft fanfiction
What if some Hermits went to Camp Half-Blood? Who would their godly parents be? Would they go on quests? Would they make friends with the characters in the Percy Jackson series? this is kind of like the Hogwarts AU but with Camp Half-Blood from Percy Jackson and the Olympians instead. I own nothing. All characters, settings, etc. belong to Uncle Rick and the Hermits. hope you like Greek mythology... 7/17/22 - #1 in #grian 7/4/22 - #1 in #goodtimeswithscar 4/21/23 - #1 in #hermitcraft 9/28/23 - #1 in #geminitayTerminé
Hermitcraft Oneshots and Other Stuff!
Welcome one and all to oneshots and others things related to Hermitcraft! Here you will mostly find oneshots, but I will include other things! This is my first time doing something like this, so it's probably going to be a hot mess. Requests are open, and I hope you enjoy! Cover is made by me!
Yaya's Hermit-A-Day-May!
" To show love to every Hermit, from the most to least subscribed, from those who have been on the server from day one to those who only joined this season! " That's what Hermitaday is for! Just know, for my normal readers, you might see some worlds you recognise! And you may see some you've never seen before, because I haven't written for that world yet. Fun, right?Terminé
Gifted: Hermitcraft
(Cover by someone else who's not me- and I have no clue who they are) (Also, I MIGHT create a new personality for the hermits, since I have trouble with already existing ones for some reason.) (Very mild scenes and language.) A freak storm. Injuries. It was something the hermits have never seen before. Perhaps a block hit them out of the blue- maybe they fell. All they know is that they got hurt, and blacked out for more than a minute. When they woke up, they recieved strange new abilities. Superpowers. On their wrists, there is a strange engraved symbol on their skin. What could this mean? Are the powers a blessing or a curse? Does this have anything to do with the 'spirits'? (Another Note: Say whaaaat? #1 out of all those hermitcraft?? Wow. Also, I upload 2 chapters or more a day.)Terminé
![HermitCamps (Book 1- Done) [A HermitCraft AU]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/231670653-256-k852105.jpg)
When trying to repair a mysteriously obsidian-clogged conduit, Impulse suddenly sees what appears to be a shark. Confused, he swims closer to get a better look... oh no. That's not a shark. As the creature tightens its hold on the server, bringing more and more of the Hermits under its control, and Tango turns up scared and with a broken arm, the message starts to become apparent: Trust no one. Not even your friends. Especially not your friends. After all, that leaves you Playing Open-Handed. This book is a sequel to another of my stories, The Lion Sleeps Tonight, but you don't necessarily need to read that to understand most of what happens. Enjoy! --- Story by me Inspiration and characters from Hermitcraft Witty comments (but actually not the lore this time) with help from ausforyou (Okay, this time I'm gonna put a monologue from Henry V because why the hell not, nobody reads this far into the description anyway: Thus says my king to Harry of England: Though we seemed dead, we did but sleep. We could have rebuked you at Harfleur, but that we thought it not good to bruise an injury till it were full ripe. Therefore, consider of your ransom, which must proportion the losses we have borne, the subjects we have lost and the disgrace we have digested, which in weight to re-assess, England's pettiness would bow under. Indeed, your own person, kneeling at our feet, is but a weak and worthless satisfaction of our losses. To this, add defiance: you hath betrayed your followers, whose condemnation is pronounced. So much my king and master bids tell you, so much my office.)
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