#hermitopia au

[isjasz]

Part 1- The Orphanage

IT BEGINS WOOOOOOOO this was meant to inform ppl of the lore in tpn for the sake of the au then it got out of hand helpme

Designs | Part 1 | Part 2 (End)

[kiwibirdlafayette]

they dont know i wrote the rest of hermits/lifers/empires crew into my osmp AU just so i could write in my head a scene where sonja meets the mounders + the roomies

[soleo05]

I told you, this art is inspiring. Fic under the cut.

Hermitopia Cowboy AU

It was dusty and hot, but that didn't deter Grian as he arrived in the lawless town of Hermitopia. He grabbed his bag and got out of the train. He took in the wooden buildings, horses tied to hitching posts, and tumble weeds crossing the dirt roads.

“Great, you’ve arrived.” There was a haggard looking train attendant on the platform to greet him. “Next train is tomorrow. Here are the keys to the office, the station and your room above the station. Good luck.” The man grabbed his own luggage from the platform and got on the train Grian had just departed.

“Wait, aren't you supposed to show me the ropes.” Grian tried to grab the other man before he got on the train, but the man yanked his arm away. He wasn't expecting to get thrown to the wolves moments after arriving. 

“No way, no how. I’m outta this dump.” The train door closed and cut Grian off from throttling the man. 

The train whistle sounded and the engine started to chug away down the line.

“Well, that sucks.” He didn't stay to watch, but grabbed his bag again and looked at the decrepit station in a new light. He was only stationed here for a year, hopefully. He’d have to get used to this place on his own.

Climbing the stairs he pulled out the key to his room. The door opened to reveal a small bed,  a 3 drawer dresser with one broken handle, and a small table with one chair.

There wasn't a huge build up of dust or dirt but he was disappointed that there wasn't a bathroom, only a chamberpot. “Yuck. Maybe my father was right, and I am a bit spoiled.” He emptied his meager belongings into the dresser and went to find himself a good meal.

“Cow-ooo, there you are, you silly thing.”

Grian spotted his first resident. A tall man, in a cowboy hat, with a green shawl wrapped over his shoulder, decorated with sunflowers. 

He surmised that the man’s horse had pulled free from one of the hitching posts and wandered away.

“Hello.” Grian called out in a friendly manner.

The taller man whipped around, startled. “Ahh, you can't sneak up on a man like that.” He had the most stunning green eyes Grian had ever seen, but as distracting as they were, his own eyes were drawn to the man’s open shirt and the large scar across his chest.

“Hey, you must be our new train station man. Welcome to Hermitopia. My name's Scar.” He holds his hand out for Grian to shake. His hand is quite strong, and Grian can feel himself smiling. 

Maybe this year won't be so bad.

you.... YOUU!!

back in my humble beginnings (aka returning to mcyt and getting roped into hc/life series right away), i first saw your art on pinterest.

ykyk THE VERY FIRST VERSION of double life scarian being all sexy, "you can be the match and i can be the fuse, boom" moment and I. WAS. OBSESSED. even more so now when you dropped the REMAKE of it LIKE- DHFSJFHS?!?! something something, your previous style looked kind of round-ish before (not the best explanation I KNOW)? but now the lines are DEFINED and grian, scar, pearl and everyone you drew in your style got HOTTER AND CUTER. I will make out with your scar design and marry your grian design ty and farewell

tl;dr i gobbled up your stuff on pinterest until i decided that i needed the myth and the legend themself.

here's the part where id ask a humble request (a sketch will do honestly): YOUR VERSION OF SUNFLOWER OR POPPY/LILAC SECRET LIFE SCAR

-🦋

Oh my gosh my HEART <3 That means so much to me <3 giggling and blushing

Have sunflower Secret Life Scar ~

[stiffyck]

Breaking news! 

The famous hero, HotGuy, has been pronounced dead after an explosion that shook half of the town.

We have a word that CuteGuy survived the explosion, but no further information has yet been revealed on his state. What exactly happened is still yet to be determined. The prime suspects at this time are the villain duo: Martyn Littlewood and Ren Dog. If you see these individuals, please contact the authorities immediately. 

 We will all miss HotGuy. The local hero has saved countless lives and will surely live on in our hearts. And we wish CuteGuy a speedy recovery.

This has been Pixl Riffs with the Hermitopia news. Even after this devastating news, I hope you all have a good evening.

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hello everyone! this is a VERY rushed AU me and @brandyy0moss came up with in one evening. There is more to come, so don’t worry, we’ll find out more soon enough!

the tag for this AU will be  #TOGH AU  (or This ones gonna hurt AU)

(also, this is not the AU I keep mentioning... I have been a bit stuck with that, but it is being worked on!)

[featheredenby]

The End? No, Of Course Not.

✨ I don’t know what part from the chapter to put here so I’m just gonna not. Also I managed to avoid writing a fight scene so good for me.✨

Written by: FeatheredEnby

Word Count: 1,013

Part Sixteen of: Show Your Fangs

A Superhero AU of Empires SMP/Hermitcraft/The Life Series

Scar crouches over the edge of the GFHA headquarters roof. He sits with his bow loaded with an exploding arrow, however it sits there rather lazily as he stares off into space. After all, there’s not much else he can do, well no, that’s a lie. Scar could be keeping an eye on the desolated city, he could simply ignore what the others told him to do, instead of keeping himself healthy he could run through the city and track down Grian.

It was agreed with Shelby, Lizzie, Gem, Cleo, and Katherine that it would be for the best if he was stationed on a roof and fought with his bow and arrows due to him being a good shot and his legs not being in the best shape at the moment. He sighs and looks down at the street, which someone darts across, suspicious. Scar clicks a button on the side of his visor and his vision zooms in on whoever it is.

Once he locks his eyes on them a large amount of information pops up in his vision, he jumps slightly, he’s never really used any of the special modes and it comes as a shock. Scar blinks a few times and starts to look at the information, first he sees that the person is human for the most part, then that they’re classified as a medium threat villain, and then he sees the names that are glitching over each other and realizes why there’s so much information in his line of sight.

The person running between mushrooms is none other than The Faker also known as False Symmetry, so another one of his friends has been living a secret, law breaking life, fantastic. Scar shakes his head, he doesn’t have time to dwell on these things. He has to save Grian. He shoots an arrow and in a bit of luck it goes through False’s sleeve and into the mushroom behind her which quickly starts to encase her in mycelium, he’ll deal with that later.

Scar decides that despite the fact that it’ll hurt like hell he doesn't want to sit and wait any longer. He stands up with pain shooting through his legs and climbs down from the roof. He then chooses to walk down the road straight to the GFHA headquarters.

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Grian watches as everything happens around him. Pearl reveals her identity confident that no one can stop or will try to stop her. The mushroom people that work for her take turns patrolling around the city and Ren and Martyn essentially disappear.

And all Grian can do is watch, it’s as if it’s all he was ever meant to do with how much he’s stuck doing it day, after day, after day. One day however something different happens. Whatever is possessing his body walks down the road away from the GFHA’s building in Hermitopia. It turns a corner and standing there, practically dead on his feet is Hotguy or rather, Scar. He doesn’t look like he’s doing well at all, that idiot, Grian had told him to run to get out quickly but here he is.

Scar’s hair is tangled and his suit is slightly torn up, his visor is completely missing but the worst part is how clearly shaking his legs are. As the thing in Grian and Scar walk towards each other he can see the way that with every step he takes Scar winces or hisses in pain through gritted teeth. Grian wishes that he could run over and help but he can’t. All he can do is watch.

A mycelium thread grows out of the ground and wraps around Scar’s leg, it yanks him down and he collapses under the force. Grian’s head pounds, if he could at some level move he’d be punching something, probably the ground. His hands reach to his waist where a dagger sits. It’s pulled out into the spore filled air and Scar is lifted up by the stupid fungus that’s all around.

Despite clearly being delirious with pain, Scar tries to talk his way out of being killed by a mushroom, “Hey now, just put the knife down, there’s no need for murder.”

The thing that is not Grian speaks in a voice that does not belong to it, “And why is that dear Hotguy or is it Scar, can I call you Scar?” It doesn’t wait for a response, “Listen here Scar, until I kill you this vessel will never truly work to the best it can. All because of you.”

Scar shakes his head rapidly, “You don’t know what you’re talking about! G- Cuteguy has tons of friends.”

“Oh but you’re the only one he still feels like he has to make things up to. He’s filled with so much remorse and guilt that it makes me sick. All because of you.”

He shakes his head again, “That’s not true! You’re lying, this is just another one of the Red Witch’s schemes.”

The fungus cackles, it sounds like Grian’s laugh but distorted in awful ways. “Oh really? Because I’m the one inside his head and I happen to be the reason he became Poultry Man in the first place. He told you how it happened, how guilty he felt when he hurt you. At some level the guilt never leaves.”

It raises the dagger and the point pricks Scar’s cheek, drawing the smallest amount of blood. “But now, now I will destroy you then he won’t owe you anything and my vessel will finally work. Might as well give one of your winning smiles, this will be the last time that you can.”

The dagger cuts into Scar’s cheek and all Grian can do is apologize over and over and over again. Then something shakes the ground. Grian sees a magical bright blue shockwave spread out in all directions from the GFHA’s headquarters. He has no clue what it is. Someone runs to him and Scar and throws a potion in their direction, the thing possessing him screams. Everything goes black, it’s honestly peaceful.

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

Hello, was reminded of the Scattered AU today accidentally after misclicking a bookmark and was suddenly hit with nostalgia and love the AU had back then. Not only was it a delightful AU but the way the community rallied around it to make a story together was so amazing. I hope everyone who participated, or loved the content, or even just watched the AU form are doing well. I hope I remember it again years from now and still love it the way I was reminded of today.

Scattered.... what an incredible AU. I wasn't here for it. Not just as a mod- I wasn't even involved in the fandom yet when it was still ongoing. But I found it later on, read through everything, and loved every bit of it. It's only later, when Hermitopia happened, that I got to participate in a community AU for the first time, and it was amazing. And now I've ran one of my own.

The community here is absolutely wonderful. And Scattered has a special place in my heart, even if I didn't get to watch it grow.

-Mod Mleem

[marabelle5]

Pearlescent Moon

Pearl's whole empire started this au idea.

Her little shop is called Gilded Helianthia Farms and she sells food! (And also hot cocoa in the winter)

She normally wears a hoodie dark blue with the moon phases on the sleeves. When she works in Helianthia she wears her cleaning lady outfit. She use to work as an art teacher at the school the next street over or as the kids today are calling it Hermitopia.

The kids call her- Queen Pearl, The Queen of Gilded Helianthia, Queen Pearlescent Moon, and Queen Moon

[mintydotdoodle]

hello trafficblr and hermitcraft tumblr, I am new here however I fear I am horribly wicked pilled and have been for awhile and will be making it everyone's problem....NOW HEAR ME OUT vaguely wicked inspired desert duo fic where Grian is Elphaba, hybrids/mutants would be the animals within oz/hermitopia. Grian is a hybrid with exceptional natural magical capabilities which leads to him being shunned. He then follows his younger brother, Jimmy, to Shiz/(idk what the alternative school name would be atm). I think it would be interesting to play around with Jimmy having underdeveloped wings or wings clipped to a dangerous degree. When Grian was born they attempted to fully remove his wings from his back to try to hide that he was a hybrid to save the family name as they are a family of political figures, they were unable to do it as his wings and magic worked on instinct to protect himself. So when the mother was pregnant with a second child they wanted to avoid another possible bird boy by doing something that would be an equivalent to chewing milkweed like in the musical, (I'd have to do a ton of research on this stuff but this is just base ideas). This ofc would backfire leading to Jimmy being born with underdeveloped wings which for one reason or another they can't snip off fully. But since Grian was already being treated as a sort of abomination by those around him he was an easy scapegoat and was blamed for somehow bringing hybrid blood into the family or something along those lines.

In this AU hybrids/mutants aren't fully like illegal but like the animals in wicked are treated as second hand citizens. So when Grian shows up with Jimmy, tensions are already high, but one thing leads to another and they then figure out Grian has magic and shit hits the fan. He would've been kicked for being dangerous if not for the fact the Watcher(s) take notice of his knack for magic and wish to use it. I'm thinking of instead of the watchers plural there's just one like a title kind of thing which then takes the place of madame morrible in the musical. Also! I'm thinking some hotguy cuteguy identity shennanigans allowing for Scar/hg to take the place of both Galinda and Fiyero. Which also like I said it wouldn't be an exact one to one retelling of wicked with names switched around, but rather would follow similar storybeats and arcs with some changes. Scar is trying to get The Watcher's attention as working with them is a shoe in for working with the hero commission which he's been trying to do for awhile. Another side note that just makes me giggle too is I unfortunately have Tango cast as Boq in my mind for the sole reason of the Broadway actor's inflection in certain parts of songs sounds like Tango and I cannot unhear it. I think it's also important to mention in this version in my brain with Jimmy as Nessa Rose, he does not become the brutal dictator of this AUs equivalent of munchkinland. He still fucks up on occasion and has stuff to learn and an arc to go through in the story but I didn't want to make him like full brutal dictator. Another casting note in my brain is that doctor dillamond is Docm77 because it just fits.

More just silly stuff with this concept that lives in my brain is that this all started with me listening to defying gravity and being like man....hot guy cute guy going separate ways because they both want to protect people in different ways (but then they come back together because I can't leave stories without a happy ending) But also dancing through life is so horribly hot guy coded in my brain, and I think scar would say "swankified" and still make it sound cool so...why have Galinda and Fiyero be different people when I can just have identity shenanigans This is all also a huge mix of inspirations even outside of Wicked, one being the DDVAU , and general fanart I've seen surrounding mainly hotguy cuteguy stuff, but also overall life series and hermitcraft stuff.

All and all let me know if I got anything wrong character or idea wise as I'm new here and still learning abt the fandom and all that jazz!

[huskynotwolf]

Some notes for @solargeist villain/hero au that I thought you guys might like to see

Martyn/Glitch:

- Glitch powers (his entire body is glitching)

- Code damaged from the Watchers

- Watchers won’t bother to Watch him because of eyestrain

- Listener or half-blood (can hear from long distances and also read minds, though phenomenon is uncontrolled)

- Is a stranger to Hermitopia; is not supposed to be there but was thrown into there by a certain Watcher or two

- Loner, enjoys working alone but would sometimes ask Ren for help

Grian/Watching Eye:

- Starts off a hero, but gradually descends into becoming a villain.

- Parrot wings

- Watcher? Or half-blood dk

- Isn’t bothered by Martyn’s glitching?

- Has significantly stronger abilities than an average Watcher

- Scar’s friend, though keeps his identity secret from Scar/“Hotguy”

Hotguy/Scar:

- Vigilante

- Self proclaimed “the greatest archer of all of Hermitopia”

- Roommates with Grian, though is unaware of Grian’s identity

- Despises Martyn for “stealing the spotlight”

- Has fought Watching Eye more than once; lost every single time

Pearl

- News Reporter

- :) that’s all you need to know

[bluebblurry]

In relation to this post I started up on a full au and made a little concept sheet!

Grian

Grian, in the public eye, appears to be a simple scarlet macaw avian that likes to make pretty, aesthetically pleasing builds and play lighthearted pranks on his friends. He lives with his best friend, Mumbo Jumbo, the redstone extraordinaire.

And Grian is a Watcher. Very few people know, such as Mumbo, his twin sister Pearl, and Cleo (because Cleo knows everything for some reason).

Behind closed doors, Grian has fallen in love with Mumbo, but will refuse to say so. He and Mumbo have kissed many times, even going quite far with it sometimes, but they never talk about it.

With Grian’s powers, he’s developed a sort of obsession with watching Mumbo when he isn’t at home with Grian. He gets very jealous of anyone Mumbo may happen to flirt with, and becomes very protective of him.

Mumbo

Mumbo is a vampire, and a vegetarian one at that. He doesn’t want to hurt people, so he drinks blood substitutes and eats regular human food, mostly just hoping to live normally. He keeps himself disguised outside of his home, as vampires are one of the most feared creatures in Hermitopia. Mumbo thinks a lot about how people perceive him, so he is always as kind as he can be to everyone around him.

The situation with him and Grian has always been a little confusing. Of course Grian is his best friend, but with the.. activities they get up to, it really jumbles up Mumbo’s perception on relationships. Seeing as he’s never had one, he doesn’t really know how it’s supposed to work. He and Grian never talk about it. Mumbo has feelings for Grian, but he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to feel that way about his best friend. So he stays quiet, and almost desperately tries to get himself to fall for someone else, in case Grian suddenly decides he’s bored of this game he’s playing with Mumbo’s heart.

Scar

Vex. The most dangerous creature known to Hermitopia… they hide in plain sight among the people, posing a huge threat when they’re on the hunt for their next victim.

Vex are cannibals. They don’t eat each other, no no, not that kind of cannibalism. They eat people! They used to eat just humans, but over time, more and more hybrids have begun appearing, so they’ll include those lovelies too. However, some vex may find they are allergic to certain types of hybrids, the most common being avians. Scar himself is allergic to most bug hybrids, like moths or beetles.

Scar lives and runs a business with his best friend Cub, who is also a vex. They protect each other fiercely (i have a whole vex headcanon sheet i’ll post later), and while they’ve never been explicitly romantically involved, they show each other casual affection quite often. They don’t feel any pressure to label it, it’s just how they’ve always been (They’ve both dated other people and agreed that they don’t feel that way about each other, they just like to kiss sometimes. It makes sense to them).

Scar goes out on a hunt one day, wanting to bring someone home for both himself and Cub for dinner. He finds someone walking alone on the path to the village market, and he curiously approaches…

The story is gonna start there, soooooo ;]

[lifeofalegacy]

Life of a Legacy Chapter 1

The First chapter in a HotGuy and CuteGuy AU.

It had been two years since his sister Pearl went missing. In that time, Grian had done well for himself, earning a promotion to head architect at the company his good friend, Scar, ran. His best friend Mumbo was finally getting his urban agriculture project approved, and he'd heard they found a building to put it in. Even his younger brother Jimmy got a well-paying job working with foster kids for the city. But the pain still lingered. The type that came from family secrets he couldn't reveal to Jimmy, that came from his deformed wings, and from every day he remembered that Jimmy was all he had left. And the guilt that came from the family heirloom tucked away his drawer, the very cause of all of this. Little did he know Scar felt similarly. He took up moniker of Hero long after Xelqua disappeared, and he fell like he was really flubbing it. But when a new villain threatens Hermitopia, can Scar find the strength to trust himself? And can Grian finally accept the past as it was, and accept himself so they can move into a new future? Can he become the Hero Xelqua expected him to be? He had to. There was no other option.

The city of Hermitopia had been established many years ago, a utopia for those who could not fit into what society deemed “normal.” Before long it became a cultural center filled with feathers, tails, scales, and things that went bump in the night. These differences made it special, safe, and respect for all was able to sprout from such a loving world. No one species overtook the others, and everyone had a use within the community, from growing food to cooking, to delivering it, to organizing the land for the growers. Hermitopia was beautiful. 

Then came the reckoning. Some stories claim it happened instantly, while others describe the destruction as a plague, spreading from home to home. But no matter how it happened, the reckoning nearly destroyed this utopia. Any species that wasn’t human fell ill, and the next generation born bore these illnesses. Some were manageable, like Vex’s ability to phase through objects no longer being under their control, now completely randomly. But others were deadly. It was always known when a Creeper hybrid died now, because there would be nothing left around where they were for a 50 foot radius. 

All over the world, genetics were warped and played with, ending family lines and stopping new ones from forming. But through it all, Hemitopia persisted. 

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But for today, the past was merely that, and Grian paid it no mind. Rain poured from the sky, hitting the roof of the bus shelter he stood under with booming pings. On all days for the bus to be running behind, this was truly one of the worst. 

Pulling his wings around himself, Grian tried to fight off the cold, frowning down the street. He knew that bringing a jacket to work was a good idea today, he’s even said it aloud to himself after watching the weather report. But of course, it was left behind, and now Grian had to suffer with what he did. He glanced down at his feathers, mentally lamenting about how long they were going to take to dry. The brown, scraggly down feathers clung close to the skin, sticking in an uncomfortable way, and showed just how small they were. 

Grian wasn’t thinking of the past at this moment, but it sure was affecting him. 

Finally, bright lights shone into the shelter, and Grian flashed a thankful grin at the driver as he got on, standing and gripping onto one of the support bars. Wiping his hand on his mostly-dry undershirt, he was able to reach into his pocket and pull out his phone, opening up a familiar text chain. 

Coal Mine: Where are you? 

Coal Mine: We did agree to meet at your place at 5:30, right? I’m not misremembering that? 

Grian fondly rolled his eyes. 

Pesky Bird: Yeah, the bus is just running late, I’ll be home in like 10 minutes. 

Coal Mine: Your neighbors are looking at me weird. Where is the spare key again? I looked under the mat but it wasn't there. 

Pesky Bird: On top of the door frame. I had to move it after Sheila’s dog got out and decimated the hallway. 

Coal Mine: I think Arthur’s quite cute. He should be able to destroy your mat any time. 

Pesky Bird: Get out of my home. 

Coal Mine: No.

Pesky Bird: Yes. Insult me all you want but leave my decorations out of this. 

Pesky Bird: I hate you. 

Coal Mine: Love you too, see you in ten. 

No one in the world could push Grian’s buttons quite like Jimmy could. Luckily, no one else was allowed to. It was natural at this point, the bickering and the teasing, formed from years at each other's throats, to needing each other more than anything. 

Grian sighed and pocketed his phone, trying not to think about why they needed each other, how it was just him and Jimmy now. Hopefully Jim had gotten a vanilla cake, the one with cheap strawberry filling and much too much sprinkles on top. Jimmy had mentioned he’d taken off work today, heading down to the south point of the city to Netty’s for a cake. Guilt swirled in Grian’s head about how he wished he’d gone with, just to make sure. 

The bus stopped outside of a very familiar looking building, and Grian hopped off, hurrying to get inside. Riding the elevator to the top floor, he stepped out to notice his welcome mat was skewed. Rolling his eyes, he corrected it and opened the door. 

His younger brother was inside, a cake box teetering precariously on the counter as he’d discarded it to play with Maui. 

“Hello Jimmy.” Grian said, flashing the other a smile as he stripped out of his wet sweater. “Weather is miserable today, isn’t it?” 

“Definitely not ideal. Look at what all the rain did to my wings. I literally just redid them.” Standing up, Jimmy spread out his wings, and Grian paused his trek to the bedroom. The brown feathers were brighter now, flashes of gold peeking through, shining in the lamplight. “I really liked the way they turned out.” 

“Well, I guess that’s something we can fix later. You want a towel?” Grian asked. 

“Yes please.” 

Opening the closet, Grian tossed Jimmy one before retreating into his room to change. The delay at the bus stop had left him completely soaked, and he had the creeping sensation that he appeared very wet-cat like. 

Grabbing a towel of his own, he stepped back out into the living room, where Jimmy was aggressively scrubbing at his wings. “Be gentle, you don’t want to damage them.”

“I know, I just hate feeling them wet.” Jimmy’s wings now were almost fully yellow-gold, the towel he held having become a murky brown. “Can you get the back of them?” 

Grian took the towel and got to work, easily drying off the rest of his wings and plucking a few twisted feathers here and there. “Done.” 

A silence fell over the brothers, the monotonous tasks finished, and the rain still poured outside. Carefully, Grian sat next to Jimmy closely, trying to be a strong, reliable presence but also feeling like his whole world was tiny. Jimmy, in turn, grabbed onto his brother’s hand tightly, showing they were both there for eachother, neither having to bear the load alone. 

“Netty, um,” Jimmy winced. “She gave me the cake at a discount when I went down there today. I thought that was nice of her.” 

“That’s- that’s really nice of her.” Grian agreed, then sighed. “Might as well do this now then. I don’t have any room in my fridge to fit the whole cake.” 

The cake really was beautiful, and fun, and everything Pearl had been. Even if Grian hated the taste of strawberries, he loved her, and could never justify any other flavor for today. She’d gotten the same cake every year since they were toddlers, insisting it had to be that way or the day wouldn’t be right. It was an abomination of sugar and creation, everything their sister had been. 

“27 today.” Jimmy pulled out a pack of candles from his bag. “You think she’d want us to sing? We didn’t last year.” 

“I’m not a great singer.” Grian joked, and lit the candle. “But it couldn’t hurt, right?” 

Neither could make it through the song before tears clogged their voices, and Jimmy blew out the candles just before they melted into the cake. He turned away after that, wiping his face and trying to catch his breath. All Grian could do was stare at it, trying to remember if the song they sung was Pearl’s favorite one. 

They ate the cake in silence, watching the rain pour outside the windows, remembering their sister in fond memories. The way she danced, and sung, and how easily designs seemed to come to her. Everything about Pearl was extraordinary. 

And so was her disappearance. 

When neither of the boys had heard from their sister in a few days, Grian had gone over to her apartment to look for her. What he found had haunted him ever since. Door unlocked, he had to immediately step around the overturned bookshelf. Pearl’s prized books and collectables scattered across the floor, something she would have never allowed. Her furniture was a mess too, a chair overturned, and rug crumpled as if something had been dragged over it. That was when he had called the police. 

She was never found, and a month later the officers had her brothers clear out her home. They knew what that meant. No matter how much they were told to hold out hope, or that the police were doing everything in their power, they knew what everyone thought.

That was almost two years ago, just after Pearl had turned 25. Jimmy was her age now. 

“Do you want help re-dying your wings? I still have the dye from the last time we did it.” Grian offered. He ignored the pang in his chest at the thankful look his brother gave. 

Moving to the bathroom, Grian pulled out a familiar looking box, a smiling avian on the front, her wings poorly photoshopped into a plain brown color. No avian would be that excited about brown wings. 

Once, Avians ruled the skies of Hermitopia, acting as messengers and delivery people, tying the world together. But nowadays, very few can fly. Most’s wings were too small, or their feathers refused to grow properly, staying a sickly shade of brown. They were grounded, wings no more than inconvenient decorations that reminded people of a time they never got to see. However, some Avians escaped the curse. 

Jimmy’s wings were a brilliant, blinding yellow, his feathers strong and smooth. Though they were a tad smaller than they should be, he was everything an Avian used to be. More importantly, he could fly. 

Grian moved to the front of his wings, touching up any places Jimmy had missed, trying to cover that blinding gold. He hated that he had to do that. 

For their talent, Avians were often targets of groups that wanted to “restore order to the city,” and those that could fly were incredibly valuable. No one knew what determined a person’s fate about things like this, why out of two brothers, similar in every way, only one would bear the curse. So, in order to keep Jimmy safe, they pretend it was both of them that bore it. 

Once done, Grian stepped back to take in his work. It was pretty good, no gleaming spots available. Jimmy continued to look at himself in the mirror with an unreadable expression upon his face, eyes dark. 

“I want to look through some of her stuff.” He said quietly. 

“What?” 

“I know we said we’d leave it, because Pearl would be pissed when she came back and found out we’ve been messing with her stuff. But…” Jimmy trailed off, trying not to smear the dye onto any of Grian’s walls. “Can we open some of the boxes? Please?”

Grian managed to drag a few of the boxes out of his storage room, the ones that had the photos, the books, everything non wearable that made Pearl, Pearl. Everywhere she went people immediately knew who they were dealing with. A sharp tongue and watchful eyes, all wrapped in a kind and bright mind.

“I didn’t know she made these.” Grian said, flipping through some rudimentary scrapbooks filled with pictures of their family throughout the years. 

“Yeah, she didn’t like people knowing.” Jimmy laughed, leaning over to point at a family portrait. “Apparently mom taught her when we were younger, that’s what the two of them would do when dad and us went fishing.”

“I do really like fishing.” Grian muttered, tracing over his sister’s handiwork. “It’s almost like a diary. Like, when she’s doing happier pictures, her work is looser, I can see more of her in it.” Flipping to the next page, he found the first photo without their father. Pearl’s work was sharp, and dark. 

Grian closed the book. 

“Hey G,” Jimmy said, smaller boxes spread out around him. “What was this? I remember it, but not well.”

Oh. 

“That’s… that’s some of mom’s old stuff. Pearl took most of it when she moved out, you and I didn’t have the extra room.” Reaching down, Grian picked up an old box, and opened it to find a whole bunch of old pictures. Taking a few out and flipping through them, Grian handed them off to his brother. “Here’s some of the two of them from when Pearl was a baby.” 

Jimmy flipped through them, and tears fell down his face. “Gods, the two of them are almost identical.” 

Grian nodded. He continued to go through some more of the photos, going further back in time. A photo flashed in front of his eyes, and he frowned, closing the box and tucking it behind his back. 

“Look, mom’s wing pattern is nearly the same too.” Jimmy traced the lines on their mother’s powerful wings, resembling those of an owl. Sighing, he placed the pictures on the ground and furiously rubbed at his face. “I can’t believe she didn’t show me these things.” 

“Was there ever really a good time?” Grian asked, shaking his head and trying to hold back tears. “She had to move to the other side of the city for a job that paid decently, and you remembered how messed up the train system was that year. I guess it just kind of got buried from there. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s not your fault.” Reaching down, Jimmy picked up a wooden box carved in hearts and swirls. Flipping it open, he found nothing. “Was this also Mom’s? I don’t remember Pearl having this when we were kids.” 

A pause, where Grian was trying to ignore the sense of anxiety rising in his chest. “Yeah. I sent that off with Pearl because I didn’t want to risk you or any of your friends breaking it. Dad gave her that chest years before we were born.” 

Maybe he had lied. But was it really lying if Jimmy had just assumed and he didn’t correct him? Grian had already gone through this box, pulling out anything he and Pearl had agreed Jimmy shouldn’t see. It made him feel dirty, the secrets. Pearl had promised she’d be the one to tell Jimmy, take the brunt of the anger and confusion. But now there was no Pearl. Just Grian, and the past he refused to think of. 

“Are you sleeping over tonight?” It was incredibly rude, Jimmy was in the middle of saying something, but Grian just had to know. “Because, it’s dark, and the rain could make the roads slippery, and I just–” 

“I can stay over.” Jimmy said. “I get it.” 

“Cool. Cool.” That grief was creeping up his neck again, promising to throw everything away. “I’ll go start dinner.” 

----

When Jimmy had finally fallen asleep, wrapped up in a massive amount of blankets on the couch, wings as brown as they should be, Grian remained awake. He laid in bed, trying to ignore the guilt that ate away at his chest. Finally, when he couldn’t handle it anymore, Grian rose and clicked on his lamp. He made his way across the room to his dresser, and kneeled onto the floor. Opening the drawer as if in prayer, the silent night was shattered by the squeaking of the wood. 

In the drawer now sat the box of pictures from earlier in the day, laid out next to the matching ones. As well, the box had found a new place, reunited with what should be in it. 

Carefully, Grian opened the box, and a faint pink glow filled the room. A dazzling microphone, handle carefully wrapped in pink silk laid inside. Carved into the handle were the familiar initials of their mother, and Grian looked away. 

He’ll tell Jimmy soon. He had to. There was no one else. 

----

Thwip!

A startled scream echoed throughout the docks, and the hero grinned, quickly descending the side of the shipping container he’d been hiding upon. Making his way over to the horned man pinned against a container with a swagger in his step, he flashed the other his million-dollar smile. 

“Well Hell-o my friend.” 

“You shot me!” The man screamed indignantly. 

“Well, yes. But that is because you, have been up to some shenanigans. Some evil shenanigans. I got a tip off, which I’ve passed onto people with some higher authority, that you’ve got some unregistered goods in this container. Chemicals, sheet metal, and some pretty heavily regulated compounds that the dock authority usually only allow in when they’re here. Which I’m sure you know, without them here, it’s illegal to be transporting regulated goods.”  Spinning the bow easily, Hot Guy cocked another arrow and pointed it at the man below him, smile gone. “So, why don’t you tell me exactly who you are working for?” 

The man in front of him seemed nervous, but kept his mouth shut. 

“Come onnnnnn,” Hot Guy was almost teasing him at this point, with no actual intention of shooting him. “If you just tell me now, I can vouch for you once the police show up. Possibly years off your sentence.” 

Dread filled the trapped man’s eyes as he realized there really was no way out of the situation he found himself in. Finally, he broke. “I don’t know.”

“Really?” Hot Guy deadpanned, glaring at the other through his visor.

“Truly man!” He held up his hands. “I just work for the shipping company. Usually I have paperwork that tells me what I’m shipping and who it’s going to, but my boss told me that I don’t get any of that this time.” 

“So your company will just ship anything without checking?” 

“Not… usually.” In the distance, police sirens got closer and closer. “All I know is that whoever wanted this stuff paid a lot so that we wouldn’t ask any questions. Like, my boss was bragging about being able to pay off his house and buy a new one. That type of money.” 

Hot Guy scoffed. “You sold your integrity for money? On illegal goods transport? Not even like, contraband. No, on sheet metal and industrial lubricant.” 

“Hey, I didn’t even want to be here man! My daughter had a dance rehearsal tonight, but this order was ‘too important!’ For my boss, that is. Listen, I’m just a grunt worker, no one important. Making money is hard for people like me.” The man huffed.

The police were closing in now. Scar frowned, and lowered his bow.“Come on man. Don’t talk like that! Everyone is important, just in their own way!”

A moment passed, and the man could just blink in confusion, still limply hanging by his shirt. “Thank you?” 

“You shouldn’t be feeling underappreciated.” He slid his arrow back into the sheath. “Why couldn’t it have been your boss doing this delivery? Why did it have to be a family man who just wants to support his daughter? Your boss shouldn’t be treating you this way.” Hot Guy’s voice was sincere, bleeding empathy and conviction.

It worked. 

“I’m sick of this. I’ve taken too many falls for that man. Sure, he’s the only one that wanted to employ me because my kind is ‘dangerous,’ but that doesn’t mean I have to stay.” A fire filled him as the police cars pulled up to the docks. “I’ll talk. But I want protection.” 

That… worked better than Scar expected. “We’ll see what happens.” The next moment, the police showed up behind him. “Well, best of luck to you.” 

The next few minutes passed by surprisingly easily, with the man willingly walking into custody, and Hot Guy just discussed some of the basic details with the head officer. Finally, he was able to slip away into the night, scaling the containers and disappearing into the night. 

“Did you get all that Cub?” Scar asked, clicking apart his bow and zipping up his suit to look just like a jacket. 

“I did, and I’m not liking what I heard. If even the drug runners don’t know who they’re transporting for, then there’s not a good chance we’ll figure it out.” Cub sighed on the other end of the earpiece. “Someone big, that’s what we’ve got. Either way, how about you get back to base? It’s cold, and you shouldn’t be putting too much stress on your body.” 

“Feeling good Cuberooni!” Scar joked, but as he said it, he felt his power falter, and he leaned heavily against his cane. “But I’m on my way.” 

“Stay safe.”

Scar rolled his eyes. “Always.”

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

[isjasz]

The Promised Neverland manga spoilers!

[Day 201]

Everyone blame cherrysherin2 (go check out this art that made me absolutely lose it) I take no responsibility

[mleemwyvern]

Mleem's Brainrot Compilation, or a list of my fanfics

Multichapter:

- but i still hold out hope that maybe someday

It's the 64th Hunger Games, and Tango and Jimmy are chosen as District 12's latest set of tributes. The fic follows Tango's POV all the way from the reaping, through the pregame, and into the arena, as he tries and fails not to get too attached to his district partner. Will their bond and the help of their mentor, Scott Smajor, finally get District 12 another winner..... or two?

The first fic in the Rancher Games universe. Second fic is in progress.

- Storyline Strings

After Double Life, everyone is supposed to be sent back to their home server. But Tango ends up somewhere else. Somewhere where his rancher buddy is a sheriff in a mesa, and a certain god keeps insisting he's a toy. And a god's words have impact.

- Crystals and Candy

In Season 8, Impulse gets a nice sign from someone called Charlie, requesting help making a chocolate factory. And it came with free, extremely delicious samples! Sounds good to him. This Charlie person can't be anything but trustworthy with candy like that.

- Nethered

A fan sequel to Past the Bedrock by ooFFFF. A universe-hopping Zedaph finds his way to a world where Hermits have been hurt and split apart by a strange Nether that seems set on pulling everyone in. The Nether is dangerous, the portals have beem closed, and the hermits inside have been lost... until Portaldaph makes it his mission to save them.

First fic in the Nethered Au.

Oneshots:

- The Netherknight

Helsknight comes into existence. Helsknight becomes the Nether. Helsknight decides to try and make people happy.

Second fic in the Nethered Au.

- In the Nick of Time

Tango is a time entity who doesn't yet know it, and that.... causes a problem.

- The Pain Of Discovery

For the Furious Cocktail Au created by @12u3ie! Tango discovers his superpowers.

- Zirconium Deficiency

The infamous flowerpot crackfic. Set in the Hermitopia Au run by @hermitcraftheadcanons. Impulse is very confused by his body's reaction to VEX power surgery.

- Crossed Portals

The story of how Portaldaph, my AU portal entity Zed, came to be. Or, what happens when you try to make an intersecting Nether portal.

- Golden Changes

Impulse uses far too many totems, and they're starting to affect him.

First fic in the Totempulse Au.

- A Little Bit Of A Problem

Tango probably shouldn't be messing with Impulse's code, but it's for science!

Second fic in the Totempulse Au

- The End of it All

A recently totemificated Zedaph spends some time in the End, and absolutely nothing goes wrong.

Third fic in the Totempulse Au

[moomoorare]

﹏𓊝﹏﹏ 𓆝*̥˚ -ˋˏ• ༻𓇼༺ •ˎˊ- 𓆝*̥˚﹏𓊝﹏

Starchild 🌟 - Ch. 1 - SOFAU

· · ── 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 ˎˊ- ⋆·˚ ༘

Very simply, a collection of prophecies from The Prophecy Pamphlet as they are posted, where they're from and a couple notes from the author for clarity.

Taken from my Empires x Witchcraft x Hermitcraft x Life Series AU (mcyt galore baby) "Scales of Fate AU" focusing on the lives of (but not only):

Queen Lizzie of the Ocean Empire;

Earl of the Fairy Court, Cleo of Hermitopia;

Dame Gem of Crystal Cliffs, Grimlands;

Lady Pearl of Helianthia, Avian Peaks.

.˚₊‧༉︶︶︶︶( 𓆉 𖦹*ੈ‧ 𓇼 ₊˚ 𓆡 )︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

[huskybutart]

Some notes for @solargeist villain/hero au that I thought you guys might like to see

Martyn/Glitch:

- Glitch powers (his entire body is glitching)

- Code damaged from the Watchers

- Watchers won’t bother to Watch him because of eyestrain

- Listener or half-blood (can hear from long distances and also read minds, though phenomenon is uncontrolled)

- Is a stranger to Hermitopia; is not supposed to be there but was thrown into there by a certain Watcher or two

- Loner, enjoys working alone but would sometimes ask Ren for help

Grian/Watching Eye:

- Starts off a hero, but gradually descends into becoming a villain.

- Parrot wings

- Watcher? Or half-blood dk

- Isn’t bothered by Martyn’s glitching?

- Has significantly stronger abilities than an average Watcher

- Scar’s friend, though keeps his identity secret from Scar/“Hotguy”

Hotguy/Scar:

- Vigilante

- Self proclaimed “the greatest archer of all of Hermitopia”

- Roommates with Grian, though is unaware of Grian’s identity

- Despises Martyn for “stealing the spotlight”

- Has fought Watchkng Eye more than once; lost every single time

Pearl

- News reporter

- :) that’s all you need to know

[featheredenby]

Concert (I couldn’t think of a name)

Written by: Featheredenby

Word Count: 1,030

Part Twelve of: Show Your Fangs

A Superhero AU of Empires SMP/Hermitcraft/The Life Series

It’s a lot for Scar to process, one of the people that he’s closest to is a pop idol and an avian. Now he just doesn’t know what to do, he could reveal his identity as a hero to Grian, that would be fair after all, or he could keep it a secret. Grian speaks up, “You won’t tell the GFHA right?”

“What? Sorry I spaced out.” Scar says to Grian.

“Hotguy, are you going to tell The GFHA and as a result, the government that I’ve been hiding my status as an avian mutant?” Grian asks.

“No I- you’re my… I won’t do that. I don’t want to cause you any more problems.”

Grian gives him a weird look, “What problems have you caused me exactly?”

“Well I just stumbled in on your secret, and I-” Scar’s perfectly tailored Hotguy personality starts to break and a look of recognition flashes in Grian’s bright purple eyes. Were they always purple? Wait no- they aren’t even purple right now. They’re just their normal dark brown. Scar looks around and starts to head for the door, “I gotta go- I have to make a report at headquarters… bye.”

Scar closes the door behind him and dashes out of the empty stands in the arena. He gets into the indoor area and runs into the bathrooms, he closes the door behind him and pulls off his visor. Scar’s friend, his best friend just got stabbed by a villain and he couldn’t stop it. He stands over a sink and cries, If I had just been faster. Scar hears a door creak open but doesn’t see anyone, Just the wind.

-

Grian waits a few minutes after Hotguy, or if his suspicions are correct Scar, leaves before silently flying after him. He flies through the now empty arena and over the lifeless stands. He opened his incorporeal eyes and found where he went, a small bathroom in the indoor part of the arena.

As carefully as possible Grian opens the door and sees Hotguy, mask off, and crying over the bathroom sink. He sees Hotguy’s reflection in the mirror and his suspicions are confirmed. Scar is Hotguy and Hotguy is Scar. Grian ducks behind the wall as Scar whips his head around.

He flies back to the room that they gave him backstage and starts packing up his stuff. He can’t believe that he didn’t put together the pieces before as it seems so obvious in retrospect. Grian shoves the last of his things into his backpack and walks back outside. He takes off and flies back to Hermitopia.

The flight only takes Grian about twenty minutes and he lands on the fire escape. He pulls his wings back into his back and puts on headphones to hide the ones on his ears. He opens the door and slips inside. He walks through the apartment still in shock from his evening, Grian goes into his room and changes into his pajamas. He lays down in his bed and makes a decision, he has to talk to Scar tomorrow. As Cuteguy to Hotguy that is.

-

Grian takes off from the roof and flies as fast as his wings can carry him to the GFHA headquarters. He’d been woken up at three in the morning by a mycelium thread starting to circle around his hand and freaked out. Grian had jumped out of bed and checked to see if Scar was home, he wasn't. So he had frantically thrown on his costume and grabbed his cuteguy gear before rushing up the stairs to the roof. He assumes that Scar is at The GFHA headquarters and he keeps flying there. He was going to wait till the morning to talk to Scar but the mycelium is an issue and Scar’s clearly awake so this is his best bet.

As Grian flies closer to the building he sees the glowing suit of Hotguy on a nearby roof. He swoops down and lands next to him, “Hotguy. We need to talk.”

“What?!? Cuteguy?” Scar exclaims.

“Yeah, I have to talk to you and-“ Grian gets cut off as a string of mycelium yanks his leg up. “What the-“

“What the, indeed.” Grian freezes his struggle to get out of the web of fungus. He watches as a person with a pair of bright red mushroom glasses walks around to face him and Scar. They highfive a person with a large blue mushroom hat on and grin. The person with the mushroom hat snaps their fingers and Scar and him are bound together with the mycelium.

Scar speaks up, “What do you want? Also who exactly are you?”

“I am Mycelium, this is Psudoshroom.” The first person informs them, “And we want to get rid of you corrupt heroes.”

“I’m technically a vigilante.” Grian says.

A mycelium thread wraps around his mouth, “Same difference.”

“Are you working for someone?” Scar asks.

“Why yes they are.” A woman with moth wings and a red cloak walks around the corner along with a person in a renaissance dress and half a mask walks with her. Grian’s breath catches in his throat, so the Red Witch has escaped from prison. She pulls a pouch out of one of her pockets. Grian doesn’t know how but he recognizes the pouch as a spell. One that grows mind controlling mushrooms specifically, the same spell that caused him to get possessed in the first place. He uses a wing to rip the mycelium off of his mouth. “What the heck are you going to do with that?”

She stares at him, “I think you know.” The Red Witch walks towards him and lays down the spell while muttering under her breath. Grian starts panicking and feels something brush against his hand. He looks down and sees Scar’s hand, Grian takes it in his own hand. He attempts to summon all of the energy that he can muster, If I can just- His thoughts are cut off by someone shouting. Grian looks up and sees a bird mutant tackling the person with a renaissance outfit over and a cat hybrid slicing at the mushroom mutants with a sword.