#grian is having his spa day

[shaddybon]

What are they talking about?

[amphibianauthor]

I have a few:

1. Phasmobros by Gladumf is an amazing fic, About the GIGGS crew hunting ghosts told through audio logs. Humorous

2. It Spreads by Foxxology while technically a comic, this is some of the best Watcher Grian I've ever seen.

3. Raising Ravagers by DruidQueen89 focuses on Tango's bond with his Ravagers in Decked out, very sweet fic

4. DIVORCE OF THE CENTURY by glossyblue hilarious fic told mostly through court documents, featuring scarian

5. could be the one or your new addiction by anonymous while this entire author has an amazing catalog of oneshot that they add to frequently, this is one of my favorites, it's a sick-fic featuring etho/lizzie/joel and team ties are all radio djs

6. Preserve thy Body Preserves thy Soul by magicalfrog self-promo, this is a Cleo spa day oneshot, lighthearted

you know what I haven’t seen going around in a while, and could use some of myself? fic recs! so, consider this both a rec and a self-promo post: recommend some fics to me in the reblogs and I’ll reblog your recs! in general, try to include both a summary and why you’re reccing it (whether it’s a self-promo or someone else’s), and let’s get some eyes on fics!

[hmshermitcraft]

For the hundred lives grian thing, sometimes he just sorta leaves for a week, mostly when he gets a little bored of tired, he calls them spa days. But he leaves for a week. Ren asks what he's up to and Grian just shrugged. After a while of questioning, X gets him to talk. "I had to get those lives from somewhere." X relays this info to ren. And ren is...kinda upset but hey, he doesn't wanna sound selfish but he'd rather have grian then some random person. Plus he *is* a werewolf...he wouldn't mind helping with cleanup

... So that’s why Grian got locked in a coffin. 

Do the hermits besides X and Ren know where Grian gets his extra lives (or where Ren got those extra pounds)? 

[charmergirl2468]

Hermitcraft Babus #3

Chapter 3: Babysitting

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long! I had one idea with Scara that I ended up stuck on! So I went with this one because Stressed!Iskall is fun to write. Hope this slice of cute helps make up for how long it took!

Joe grinned as he looked at the progress of his Roller Toaster. He had a good frame for the coaster so far. All that was left was the terrain and redstone. The poet had a rough idea as to what he wanted for the terrain, he’d just have to collect the terracotta and magma.

Just as Joe was about to take flight to get those materials, he’d spotted Iskall walking towards him with little Pip in his arms and a baby bag hanging off his shoulder. He had a few estimates as to what his fellow hermit was doing in his neck of the woods, but didn’t want to jump to conclusions too quickly. So he gave a warm greeting of “Good Afternoon Iskall! What brings you and Pip to my part of Hermit Land?”

Iskall sighed as if he was defeated as he lightly rocked Pip. Said tot was asleep in his fathers hold, snoring quietly as he dreamed. Iskall looked as if he was debating himself before he finally blurted out “Can I ask you to look after Pip for a few hours?”

“Of course, my friend. But what, pray tell, is the business must you attend?”

“Stress asked me for some help with her Super Smelter. Apparently nothing is smelting right”

“Understood” Joe then reached out to take Pip. Iskall in turn shied away from the advance with a worried look on his face.

“B-Before you take Pip,” He stuttered, shifting his arms so he could free the baby bag, “T-There’s some things I should tell you about Pip”

The Swede handed the bag to his friend, moving his son to rest his head on his shoulder. Said baby stirred but was not woken up, which Iskall was thankful for.

“To start, there should be some homemade baby food in there if Pip gets hungry. He isn’t old enough for solid food, so if he somehow goes through all that you can make more by mashing together carrots and milk”

“Got it!”

“He’s also teething so I packed some teething rings. But he has been chewing on wool clumps if I leave it laying around, so be mindful of item drops”

“Iskall?”

“He’s also gotten Grian’s Button problem, so keep him away from any redstone devices! Actually, keep him away from redstone all together. I doubt babies are able to digest it”

“Iskall…”

“And if I’m not back to pick him up at 7 pm, you have my express permission to go right to my base! There should be a house on my Mycelium Island, his room is up the stairs and the first door on the right!”

“Iskall!”

Said man’s nervous rambling was cut off by the out burst. Joe placed a hand on his friends free shoulder. “Relax,” he assured, “Pip is in good hands. You go ahead and help Stress, alright?”

Iskall could only fidget from one leg to another. Tension was written all over him, Joe could see that much. It wasn’t surprising considering fate had dropped a baby on him without warning. No time to prepare a room or set aside resources, just a baby and a outer force almost saying ‘Good Luck with that!’ with a smirk. A situation like that could make even the likes of TFC become stressed out.

Iskall, though hesitantly, did concede to Joe’s point and carefully handed his son over. The poet let the baby quietly wake in his hold, his tiny smiles and babbles slipping out so natural. Iskall smiled as he gave his son a goodbye kiss on his forehead and then rocketed off.

Joe rocked Pip as he started to walk towards Hermitville. “Now then, let’s make haste” he playfully said,” Back to Hermitville, no time to waste!” The rhyme cause the tot to babble happily. “Perhaps I’ve made you a fan? Time shall tell if that’s the plan” Again, little Pip babbled along with his babysitter.

Joe knew what he was doing. He was helping Pip learn about conversation structure. This wasn’t his first time watching over someone’s child, surprisingly enough. On many worlds before this one, he had been tasked with caring for kids. Still, there was nothing like watching over the next generation.

Then Pip busted out crying and the guessing game started.

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Pip was sound asleep again, laying in his crib. It’s already 8 and Iskall wasn’t back yet. So Joe took up his previous offer to stay at his mycelium house. It was a cozy and covered the bases a house needed, such as a bathroom and a kitchen. Even the comfortable living room that he was sitting in right now.

The front door opened, revealing an Iskall looking very refreshed. His diamond eye was polished, and bow adorned his beard. He even had pine green nail polish. That look alone confirmed what Joe knew from the beginning.

“Tricked into a spa day?”

“Tricked into a spa day”

Since hellos were skipped, Iskall went straight to Pips room. All could Joe do was follow suit. The Swede gave a sigh of relief as soon as he saw his son sleeping peacefully. He quietly closed the door to let Pip to sleep. He and Joe tip toed to the living room to collapse on to the couch.

“So, feel any better after Stress’ Impromptu spa day?” Joe asked.

Iskall gave a sigh and tilted his head back to look at the ceiling. “Honestly? Not really” was all he could reply, “Stress pretty much had to freeze me in place to get me to calm me down. Even then Pip was on my mind the whole time I was there. I guess… I guess I just worry that I’m not raising Pip right…”

I know we’re all fumbling around since the kids showed up, but Pip is the only baby. He has to rely solely on me and well… being a parent wasn’t in the immediate plans. I just worry about Pip’s future…”

“Iskall…” Joe placed a hand on his friends shoulder with a shake of his head “Pip, as well as the other kids, will turn out alright. Like you said, we’re all figuring out raising the kids. But we’re definitely not in this alone. It’s been said ‘it takes a village to raise a child’ and we’re all here to be the village you need. Not just Stress and I, but also TFC, Xisuma, Jevin, and so many others. We’re all here for both you and Pip, I promise”

With those words of comfort, Iskall relaxed for the first time in a long while.

[fearmypaintbrush]

Day two of Hermit-ober! Prompts by @ayapcraft Check our other people’s Hermit-ober stuff at @hermit-ober

DAY 2: WITCH JOE

Summary: Joe decides to take up magic, Cleo and Zloy deal with the fall out

Joe Hills has always been fascinated by the mysterious and mystical parts of life. Why where they here, why do new things appear like magic every few months, how does magic work, how can there be multiple worlds connected to each other without collapsing? He was sad, for he did not know.

In all seriousness, Joe was the kind of guy who used his smarts to do crazy unconventional things, like build a death trap roller coaster, or write songs and poems with words so obscure it was like he made them up.

Or, as fate would have it, to pick up the art of magic.

The poet had always been enchanted by the thrall of magic, but never gave into the temptation of trying it out for himself. Most of the other players he knew, even the human ones, used magic to some extent. Cub and Scar used vex magic granted to them by the vex themselves, Grian used wind magic to allow him to fly with his wings that never quite grew enough to allow him to fly independently, and Cleo and Zloy used magic to help keep their bodies together. Even if one didn’t use it, all players had the potential for magic, some greater than others.

Sitting on a cliff overlooking the ocean, Joe ran a thumb over the worn leather cover of a book he has acquired years before. Fading gold letters peeling off the worn vessel of knowledge.

“How to access your magic by Hero B. Rine.” Joe said, not really reading the cover of the book, he knew exactly what it said.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the book to the first chapter.

“...everyone has the potential for magic, it is the force that ties us together, holding the world as we know it together. Every player’s magic is unique to them, though one can learn more basic and general magic as well. Before you can do that however, you must find yourself and who you are, and only then will your magic come forth.”

Taking off his glasses, he rubbed his face with his free hand. “Find myself huh? I suppose I’m a word kinda guy, full of humor and creativity, that’s the Joe Hills Difference after all”

As if by, well, magic, a soft blue light began to surround Joe, and he could feel the tell tale buzzing of wild magic cracking against his skin. After a few minutes, the glow died down, and Joe couldn’t help but smile. “I should have done this sooner!”

Meanwhile, at the Zombies Anonymous Club (ZAC) headquarters, Zloy Cleo and Beef were having a spa day, using magic and TLC to fix up their undead bodies. Cleo felt it first, the magic in the air, singing with excitement as another player unlocked their magic for the first time. And they were POWERFUL.

Zloy felt it next, and he was confused. “I thought all you Hermits had unlocked your magic already?”

Cleo too was confused. “Yeah, I think we all have. It’s weird though, it feels like a first time magic release, but this person’s aura feels familiar”

Beef only felt a small bit, his magic awareness not as strong as the other two, but he knew that if he could feel it, whoever it was was going to be really powerful.

The magic faded, and the three zombies parted ways until they met again next month.

Cleo woke up the next morning to her communicator buzzing like no ones business. Blinking sleepily, the pirate zombie looked threw the messages and immediately sprung out of bed, sliding on a pair of shoes as she grabbed an elytra and some rockets, setting off towards the ministry of truth.

joehillssays: hey cleo? you’re good at magic right?

joehillssays: i unlocked my magic last night and it’s acting up

joehillssays: could you maybe come over and help?

Cleo’s mind was racing. Joe was one of the older players in existence, and it baffled her that he would only just now be unlocking his magic.

“Howdy Cleo!” and there was the man in question, standing next to Zloy, who’s eyes were closed, probably getting a reading on the magic levels in the area.

“Hey Joe, Zloy. Joe, I have a lot of questions but they can wait, what seems to be the problem?”

Zloy opened one eye and snarked back “He’s gone and animated all the status in the ministry that’s what”

Cleo blinked “Zloy, that’s really advanced magic, are you sure?”

Zloy just gave her a look and returned to whatever he was doing.

“Rude” Cleo called out “Ok Joe, what exactly were you doing when the statues started moving?”

Joe rubbed the back of his neck “I was talking to myself about how I could use the new book to make them more lifelike and then they started moving around”

Cleo nodded “Ok, and, how did you activate your magic?”

Joe shrugged “I followed an old book that said I needed to find myself. I just stated what I feel I am and I started glowing”

Cleo gave him a look “Ok so word based magic. Have you tried just asking the statues to go back to normal?”

Zloy banged his head against a pillar.

Cleo smiled “I’m assuming not, can you try tagt Joe?”

He nodded “Can y’all go back to here you were earlier please?”

The statues slowly moved back to their places and Joe smiled “Thanks Cleo!”

The pirate smiled back “You’re welcome Joe, just remember, until you have better control, you need to be careful what you say or your magic will act upon your words”

The newest magic user shook his head in affirmation “Will do!”

(To be continued throughout the rest of Hermit-ober! Joe’s magic is going to cause a lot of shenanigans!)