Something strange begins to happen to Grian, and out of worry he runs away. Turns out, hiding from your family and shoving down your emotions is a bad idea, especially when it's tied to your newfound magic.None of this would've happened if he'd just gone straight to Xisuma.(Characters belong to Hermitcraft. Cover will be updated eventually, credit goes to my amazing discord, which is linked somewhere on my profile)…
When you die, you open your eyes to the void, reaching out to touch a new beginning. A new world will await you. Death may take away everything you've built and discovered, but it cannot take away the memories.At least, that's what they say.So why did I wake up with nothing but five shulker boxes, a notebook, and a bad case of amnesia?…
He was three years old. Dad was sad. His arm hurt, a bite from a piglin still stinging. He and Wilbur were worried about their triplet, who'd seemingly disappeared.He was eight years old. He knew what Philza meant now. And there was nothing he could do about it. He'd changed physically, piglin blood now running through his veins. He could shapeshift now, make his skin tough and his muscles stronger. He promised to protect his father, no matter the cost.He was twenty-six years old. He'd changed, both mentally and physically. He'd sworn his loyalty to the Blood God and his disciple. Now he was 75% sure he just saw the Deity's disciple at MCC, holding an iron axe as he took down the Lime Liches, almost singlehandedly.The Blood God's Disciple was fully human. Just like how he used to be.Notes:1. No it's not Techno x Grian2. No, It's not Dream SMP-centered3. Yes Grian is an important character in thisCredits: 1. Cover is a Technoblade fanart piece by JLemongrass on twitter, it will be changed as soon as I get my own cover. 2. Characters belong to their respective SMP's, this is a fanfic after all3. Thank you to the tumblr user @Give-Grian-Rights for the main inspiration, their Twins AU and Worship AU. Go check them out!!!…
With Grian still recovering and Evil Taurtis stronger than ever, Ex and Taurtis put their plan in motion, and not a moment too soon. A strange sickness is spreading through Hermitcraft, and it's side effects are... less than pleasant.Please read Book 1 first for context:https://www.wattpad.com/story/219020719-fight-or-flight…
Something strange begins to happen to Grian, and he leaves the Island for information. But of course, his fellow Hermits have to come rescue him. He spends some time recovering and thinks it's all in the past. But after accidentally poisoning Mumbo, Grian discoveres the story isn't quite over yet.…
I've made my own spin on Writetober. The first 15 days will be whump, and the last 15 are just whatever I want to do. Prompts at the top of the chapter, came up with them myself. This is not to be confused with Whumptober.(cross-posted on AO3)(cover was drawn for me in hermitblr demise, credit to the artist!)…
- Totally not an excuse to write Grian as a cat -yeah, this is a bunch of headcanons and stuff that sometimes pop into my head XD…
For those who created a LOL cult on FoF :P…
The Crystal Sides are a group of gems who protect earth from corrupted gems. A newcomer unintentionally brings strange new challenges and allies, along with a "family reunion". However, soon afterwards, one gem is kidnapped by a powerful gem who was corrupted against his will. Secrets are revealed, and feelings are discovered. What will happen next?…
Lance doesn't like to talk about what happened. How could he forget, when no matter where he looked they were there. When he closed his eyes, he could see their claws. When he held his baster, he felt their teeth. Worst of all, he saw them. In all of his friends faces. He was just really good at hiding his feelings. Maybe a little too good.He gripped his gun tighter. His demons... He could get rid of them now. Forever. Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Gone. He could feel a pinching in the back of his neck. He lifted the gun. He prepped it. He got ready to pull the trigger. But he hesitated. The smallest one was coughing, a flower falling into its palm. For the first time, he noticed it was crying. It looked up at him and he knew he couldn't. It wasn't right. He had seen those eyes before. "No." He muttered. "No, I can't." The pinching in the back in his neck turned into more of a stab. He gasped and brought his hand up to his neck, and felt the small square bump, pulsing at the base of his scalp. He had to get rid of the pain. He saw the knife on the ground by his feet. The knife with the strange indigo/violet symbol. In a swift motion, he picked it up. And despite their screams, stabbed himself in the neck.…