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Shyan Fics

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I’ll Crawl Home – carrieonfighting

(16,024 words / 6 chapters / Teen and up)

Tags: Demon!Shane, Angst, Non-Linear Narrative, bc im PRETENTIOUS, Protective!Shane

"Shane was almost unnerved by how quickly he’d settled into this body, this name, this life - his friendship with Ryan was the most time he’d spent with any human before, and yet the man fascinated him."

Wow. That’s all I gotta say. I started reading Shane/Ryan fic because I had a weird dream and went looking for comfort fic to ease the edges of my mind. I stumbled upon this fic and was so fucking blown away. I was drawn in because of the demon!Shane tag and the way this story is charted out is insane. It’s nonlinear (there is a liner version tho I’m strongly against it). Just ohmygod read this fic it’s insane and hurts so good.

I’m Gonna Keep You in Love with Me (for a While) – beethechange

(21,847 words / 1 chapter / Explicit)

Tags: fake married, also real married, friends to husbands to lovers to ???, Las Vegas Wedding, possible dubious consent due to alcohol consumption, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex, Rimming, just assume most of the kinds of sex are present here, probably more Celine Dion than you were hoping for, they say "fuck" a lot, also "dude" but I don't make the rules okay, Bedsharing

Shane is pacing around the hotel room. It’s not a huge room and Shane’s legs are long enough that he doesn’t have much real estate to pace before he has to swing back around for another loop.

“Can you stop?” Ryan asks. “You’re making me dizzy.”

“Okay,” Shane says finally. “Okay. Here’s what we’re going to do. We’re just going to—we’re going to be married. The only way out is through.”

“Um,” Ryan says, because this plan strikes him as counterproductive to their shared goal of not being married.

To me there are the big two when thinking of Shane/Ryan fics. That is to say the others aren’t amazing but two gutted me in a way I was not expecting from I ship I don’t even ship. This is one of the two and fucks sake it hurts me but in a way I really like and neeeeeded. (The other is the one above this)

Muscles Better and Nerves More – beethechange

(26,301 words / 1 chapter / Explicit)

Tags: Bodyswap, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Getting Together, First Time, Pining, Slow Burn, Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Body Horror, Rituals, Swearing, Sexy Shame

“I’m serious,” Ryan says. “Don’t go fucking up my body. I want that shit back in the same condition I left it.”

“The same condition—Ryan. I’m not spending hours in a gym every day so you don’t lose muscle mass.”

“I want you to treat my body with the respect you would a national park. Leave nothing but footprints, take nothing but memories.”

***

A certain meddling Voodoo Queen of New Orleans thinks Ryan and Shane need some new perspective on life. After an inadvisable ritual deposits Ryan in Shane’s body, and Shane in Ryan’s, the ghoulboys pursue some soul-searching and self-discovery to put things right. Sometimes in a sexy way.

I have found out while reading this fic that I am also a sucker for bodyswap!au. Something about learning to love someone completely while seeing (and being lmao) all of them is so intimate and endearing to me. Plus there’s dumplings in this fic and that is just sweet sweet poetry.

If you can find a way to love me, it’s all right – varnes

(11,232 words / 1 chapter / Teen and up)

Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Psychic Ryan

When Ryan was a kid, he fell into a pile of bricks. They were playing hide and seek, and he thought he had the best hiding spot: high up in a thickly lush tree, his knees drawn to his chest so that he’d blend in. But the branch broke. He hit his head and doesn’t remember much of what happened after that. When he woke up a few hours later, the sun was setting, and his friends were gone, and his parents were calling for him, their flashlights swinging across the grass. There’d been blood on his bangs.

Anyway, now he can see ghosts.

Kind of.

Look, he’s not great at it.

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Or: Ryan, personally, has three lists: “NICE GHOSTS,” “GHOSTS I DON’T FUCK WITH,” and, “IDK, SPOOKY STUFF.”

Oh my goddddd this fic is so sweet and so owie. At first I was skeptical because the fanon is that Shane can see demons or ghosts or whatever. But having it be Ryan???? So owie in such a good way. Other then this fic being the masterpiece that it is, I’m going to convince you with one sentence: Ryan has a cat with a ghost in it that demands Taco Bell. That’s it baybee. Read it or you’ll regret itttt.

BFFS Get Married For A Week – Ryan and Shane – aspookycryptidsock

(18,108 words / 8 chapters / Explicit)

Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Marriage, Friends to Lovers, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Pining, Mutual Pining

"As I was saying," Curly continues with a pointed glare in Ryan's direction. "It's my honor to join the two of you in unholy matrimony. The rules are simple, you'll live together, plan one date each, and cherish each other. Til week do you part."

I first read this fic years and years ago. I don’t know how it happened but me and my best friend found it while being at a library and we went feral reading it before their mom picked us up. It’s my origin story to the ship. This fic is my first love and my baby gorl. Shane is intense in a way I lovelovelove. Ryan is dumber then a pile a bricks amen.

Body Farming – shiphitsthefan

(7,251 words / 1 chapter / Explicit)

Tags: Season/Series 04, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Shane Madej, Protective Shane Madej, Omega Ryan Bergara, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mutual Pining, Scenting, Multiple Orgasms, Knotting, Daddy Kink, Size Kink, Dirty Talk, Dom/sub Undertones, Filth with Feelings, Community: bfukinkmeme, Multisex Omega

Failed suppressants and a surprise heat: the worst of cliches, and here Ryan stands, living the trope on location with the alpha he’s hopelessly in love with. Even worse, they’re spending the night in the famous Bell Witch Cave, completely alone and with no way to contact the outside world.

Ryan knows he can survive and keep his preheat a secret, as long as Shane will stop being so protective and concerned. After all, it’s not like Shane wants to bond with him.

Right?

Your honor I’d like to state my case by saying being horny on main is bc I’m silly goofy and I never meant no harm. ABO fuck or die in a cave? Fuccck kkkk y e aaaa

Por Favor, Sweetheart – carrieonfighting

(7,859 words / 1 chapter / Teen and up)

Tags: Kid Fic, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Accidental Baby Acquisition, ryan dadgara, and shane dadej, Original Baby Character - Freeform, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, You Have Been Warned

Two dorks raise a baby and don't even realise they're doing it together until it's too late

Alternatively, Ryan Bergara is Trying His Best Thanks

Ryan gains custody of a baby and is strugggglinnnggg until a Sasquatch comes and helps <3. Ain’t nothing says romance baybeee then an actual baby.

daring it’s a faded notion – varnes

(28,760 words / 5 chapters / Explicit)

Tags: Paranormal shenanigans, y'all remember that trope where people can't be more than 5 feet apart without Suffering?

The sun is too bright and Ryan’s whole body is alight with something that is eating him all the way up from the inside out, but he keeps his eyes open and he makes himself look, and he tells himself that once he finds Shane, he’ll think about it. Once he finds Shane, they’ll make a plan. Once he finds Shane, and only then, he’ll let himself have the thought he’s been swallowing down like bile since he came to: that they didn’t fall.

They were pushed.

OR: Ryan and Shane get cursed by a ghost, and now they can't be not-touching. It's ... not great.

Ghosties don’t like the no homo and said ummm yeeeeet!!! Into the Grand Canyon then the ghoul boys kiss???? Makes me go hubba hubba

Collide - needywitch

(35,310 words / 2 chapters / Explicit)

Tags: Pining, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Masturbation, Mutual Pining, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Happy Ending, Getting Together, Falling In Love, Biting, First Time, Dirty Talk, Love Confessions, Rough Sex, Shane Madej Has a Big Dick

Ryan is desperately in love with his best friend.

Owieeeeeee. This one made me cryyyy. The prose of this fic along with a healthy usage of the word jaunty made this fic deeply emotional as well as made me want to cry when they kissed. Very excellent

A Perfect Piece of Ass, Like Every Californian - beethechange

(25,706 words / 3 chapters / Explicit)

Tags: entirely self-indulgent PWP, smut with feelings, Threesome, Birthday Sex, Oral Sex, lotta ball stuff here folks, so i hope you like balls, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Sexy Air Traffic Conducting, Vaginal Sex, Voyeurism

“Happy birthday, Shane,” Sara says. “I got you a Ryan.”

“Th—thanks?” Shane says. He looks at Ryan and Ryan just looks back, weirdly impassive, giving nothing away. “But I’m pretty sure I already have a Ryan in this model. What’s the return policy?”

“Not like this, you don’t,” she says, raising her eyebrows meaningfully. Out of the corner of his eye Shane can see Ryan bring his hand to his mouth, stifling a snicker that he turns into a cough. Oh, he thinks.

Oh shit.

I’m not gonna sit here and pretend that this fic is morally correct but Shane/Sara/Ryan fic is what I needed and it blew me away and it is the best smut thank you goodnight

[iconicanemone]

Grian fought the dragon. He should have been able to go home.

He wasn’t allowed to.

[tonythepizzaguy]

a crooked touch part 30 - like a wounded animal

[literary-chameleon]

The main characters of the Ghoul Bois universe

[these-godforsaken-halls]

from quality entertainment (ao3) — took a little break from writing and sketched some of my favorite scenes so far.

next chapter comes out on wednesday!! twill be an intense one >:)

[azuritethehermit]

my favorite kind of grumbo is mumbo growing wings after stealing grian’s soul. make it as angsty or fluffy as you wish :)

Wait okay that's a cute idea, In my mind Grians wings are from being a watcher and not from the whole Parrott thing canonically. (They're fun to draw in fanart though) It's just how I think so. So anyways here's Mumbo freaking the fuck out.

(DISCLAIMER: I'm not writing about the real people and only the minecraft personas they portray on the screen)

When two souls become intertwined, there's not much you can do to stop what comes next. Especially when someone takes a soul to protect. All he wanted was to keep Grian safe. He didn't want this to happen.

The tall mustached man gazes into the mirror, at the small purple and gray wings beginning to spout from the base of his back.

"This cannot be happening," He mutters to himself. He decides he needs Grian here because he'd dealt with this before.

He picks up his phone and dials Grians number stressing out, it rings for a fre seconds before Grian picks up. "Hii Mumbo," He says in his usual chirpy voice.

"Grian." Mumbo pauses for a moment, "I need you here right now." Hes going to have a panic attack. His back aches from the sprouting feathers.

"Okay, I'm coming. What's wrong?" Grian says slowly trying to calm Mumbo down over the phone.

"You'll have to see, I'll see you in a minute." Mumbo hangs up the phone. Going back to look in the mirror, he does a little spin, still trying to take this in.

He hears a knock on the door and rushes to go get it still shirtless. He opens the door to a very worried looking Grian. "Mumbo? Are you okay? Why are you shirtless."

He grabbed Grian by the hand. "Just.. come in. " He pulls him in and then shuts the door behind him. "Grian, I-." He pauses and then turns around. "Grian, I'm growing wings like you." He looks back at the smaller.

Grians face drops. "I didn't know that could happen." He whispers almost to himself.

"Ugh, Grian, this is all your fault!" Mumbo still in apparent distress just starts yelling, it scared Grian he wasn't used to Mumbo acting like this.

"My fault!?" Grian yells back, and then he stops, "How is this my fault?" He looks hurt of all people to blame Grian should be the last.

Honestly, Grian had no idea the watchers would even want Mumbo as one of them. Unless... they don't know yet. That's impossible though, they're know, all see all.

Mumbo stops in his tracks, "You're right. This isn't your fault" He pauses and then puts a hand on Grians shoulder, "I'm sorry."

"No, Mumbo, it's okay. You're clearly stressed." Grian smiles up wrapping Mumbo into a hug.

"How do I fix this?" Mumbo whispers into Grians hair almost teary eyed.

Grian sighed, "You can't. I'm sorry. I can help you embrace it, though?" Grian says, reaching for the wings. He places his hand on them delicately.

Mumbo nods as Grian pets the small pretty feathers. "They look good on you."

He pulls Mumbo out of the hug and smiles at him. He knew the watchers would want him soon, Grian wouldn't let him go through what he had too. He'd keep Mumbo safe just as Mumbo was attempting to keep Grian safe.

They just care about each other too much for their own good. It's like nothing else matters.

[tame-the-lion-writes]

omg buzfeed unsolved au with ghost as shane and soap as ryan

but also with the headcanon that ghost/shane is a demon sent to kill soap/ryan then became his bestie

[izelthewashbear]

Canary's thrill, the first to kill (Life series fanfiction)

I made a new experimental fanfiction! It's based on Jimmy's latest lore drop about him turning to the Watchers to stop being a pathetic piece of wet cardboard and finally not die first (or second). So far I only released one chapter, and the next one will be released after the next episode. Unless stuff happens.

Go read it pls!

[horizontwinflames]

Manga-ish art style practice 1/?

Testing out mostly the grayscale painting for the upcoming comics about this AU. Even though I'm reviving my manga drawing style, the comics will be left to right reading.

What are Beta and Isaac looking for? Shenanigan material, possibly.

[thathermitweirdo]

After a nightmare encounter with a trio of Watchers, Grian realizes he needs to run. The Hermits and friends around him are no longer safe. Mumbo is no longer safe.

After vanishing without a trace, Mumbo realizes there is more going on behind the scenes. In order to find Grian, Mumbo will have to venture to an entirely new world, in hopes of finding the runaway.

Though, in doing so, the two may suffer the pain of growing apart.

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This isn't an average fanfiction! It's a collaboration with d0not_disturb! If you check them out, you'll find the comic version of this fic! Please go check them out and support their art!

[pocket-watcher]

So i know you’ve been writing a lot of fae stuff recently, but if you’re up for it please, I was wondering, I see a lot of hypnosis stuff about what happens when you’re being lured in by the fae, but never when they do with you once they’ve got you. Do you get kept as a pet, perhaps? Do they feed on your mental energy? What happens?

Hiya friend! Of course, I’ll take a crack at it! Of course, this will just be my interpretation so feel free to go and get stolen by the fae to confirm exactly what does happen aha ;)

It was warm. Much warmer than the normal winters in the countryside.

That should have been the first warning.

You sat up and opened your eyes to find yourself in a field unlike anything you’d ever seen before.

The colours were unnatural. Pink hues where there should be blue, and stars in the sky during the day.

What was this place?

The last thing you’d remembered was… well, hm.

You couldn’t remember anything.

Not even your own name.

“Oh look, here’s another one!” You heard behind you.

That was when you remembered something.

Beware the fae.

This spirit was taller than you, with pointed ears and an ethereal aura around them.

And they were impossibly attractive.

“Where do all of you keep coming from?” They said musically, admiring you as if you were a cake at a patisserie.

“I’m sorry?” You asked.

“No need to apologise! You must be confused. Such terrible manners, to steal you away and then leave you all alone…”

They played with the hem of your shirt.

“That’s enough, now.” Another voice said. Deeper, now. “They’re mine.”

The fae in front of you pouted, disappearing in an instance, whilst the newer one kissed your hand.

“My apologies, for keeping you waiting. Come along, now.” They said, leading you by the hand.

Your legs moved on their own to follow.

“Where are we?”

“The fae wild. You gave me your name, now you are here.” They said shortly.

You hurried to catch up, which is when you saw a large house in the distance.

You gulped, wondering what lay ahead for you.

The house was dark, and a little damp.

Eclectic, you thought.

“Your clothes aren’t of this world. They won’t last. Go up those stairs, down the hall, and it’s the third door on the left. You’ll find new clothes in there. Those are you sleeping quarters.”

You marvelled at the large house.

“So what, I live here now?”

They hummed. “You live here to serve me. You can eat what you like. Read what you like. Go where you like, but when I ring that bell, you’re mine. Do you understand?”

You nodded.

“But, I want to ensure you are comfortable if you are to stay here. Meaning, you will ring the bell the first time. Understood? I won’t do anything until you ring that bell.”

And with that, they went about their days.

You’d begun to settle, only catches glimpses of the one who stole you away. Their eyes. Their voice. It invaded your mind at all hours.

And that damned bell.

It sat there, taunting you. You knew what you’d allow to begin once you rang it. Several days went by. Then weeks. Until your temptation overcame you.

DING.

They appeared in your bedchamber instantly, lips entangled, hungry, unable to hold back.

This was how you’d serve them. Your clothes were on the floor, your sheets were undone, throw pillows knocked aside.

Their kisses tasted like nectar. Their body like summer heat.

You lost yourself entirely to them. You gave yourself entirely. Your mind existed only to serve them, waiting for them to ring the bell again.

And that is how you spent the rest of eternity.

[featheredfoxboi]

Bitter Downpour- A Wild!Life Grian angst fic (draft)

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Grian could practically feel the way his blood was burning in his veins as he stared at the sign on his… friend’s grave. Everyone else had long since left the arena, they were all in their retrospective safe-homes, in which they were forced to stay between sessions, completely isolated until they were next called on to entertain those above them. But Grian? He hadn’t moved a muscle. He couldn’t. He’d tried to multiple times but it was as if he was made of stone, weighed down by all that grief and rage he was forced to endure.

“Unfair.” This was the first word to escape Grian since the session had ended. The words were accompanied by flashes of how Mumbo had died, his last words, how he’d fallen to something so… trivial.

“Cruel…” He thought of the previous games, how there was always unnecessary interference, and for what? Entertainment? He’d interfered too though, especially in this set of games… perhaps this was all his fault? Either way, the death was unnecessary, and that hurt. Everything hurt.

And to think his own brother would laugh in his face at the loss of a loved one. That someone who had been with Grian since the beginning, all the way back in Evo where the torment had begun, would be so… heartless. It was killing him. They were supposed to stick together, they knew what each other had been put through all those years ago and they’d sworn to never let it happen again.

“Insensitive…” He murmured again, as the sound of Jimmy’s laughter rattled in the back of his mind. The sound was torture, like that of a fly you can always hear, but never kill. How could Jimmy be so selfish? Sure, the curse was broken, but that was old news. This was supposed to be about Mumbo and yet, nobody cared. Nobody but Grian.

Scar seemed to show some sympathy though, even if it was in his own, well… Scar way. But even then, Scar’s care went no further then a small apology for the loss before going on with his day.

“I care, Mumbo. . .” His voice was barely a whisper, but that didn’t matter, it wasn’t as if Mumbo was listening anyway. He was gone. There was no point in trying, but that wasn’t gonna stop him.

“Are you there, Mumbo? Please…” tears pricked Grian’s eyes as the guilt began to creep in. He could have prevented this, all of this. He should’ve ran. He should’ve ran far, far away, to a land with no inhabitants, somewhere nobody could be hurt by his… ‘blessing’.

But alas, the burden of what he had become would still find a way to destroy him. This was the path he’d paved, it was always his path. This was necessary.

Grian shook his head, trying to rid himself of the voices- their voices, trying to regain control of his thoughts, which had been slipping out of his reach more and more this season. He knew too much, of course he did, how could he not when he sees everything?

As of right now, however, all he saw was Mumbo’s grave and the moon above him. It had been there for a while now, time didn’t seem to… work whenever a session had ended. But Grian didn’t care, he was beyond used to this, and his focus was solely on Mumbo right now.

“I could’ve stopped this, I’m sorry my love…”

The moon wasn’t the only thing frozen in place though, and since there was no sense of time after a session had ended, Grian wasn’t quite sure how long he’d remained at the tombstone. He didn’t care, either.

“D-don’t listen to Jimmy, he’s just childish, he… meant no harm.” Grian wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince Mumbo or himself, all he knew was how much his brother’s name hurt to say. It stung his lips, burned his tongue, and pierced through his ears, it… wasn’t right. Nothing about this was.

The anger was slowly seeping in again, it was this sort of pure, bitter rage that was consuming Grian’s entire being. Flashes of how Grian could hurt- no, kill Jimmy began to flood his mind. He didn’t care if it was against the rules anymore, he needed that… pest gone. It wasn’t fair, Mumbo took his place and he wasn’t even grateful. He should’ve died, not Mumbo, it wasn’t Mumbo’s curse. Why should Jimmy get to walk freely? He’d practically killed Mumbo…

Wait, that’s not right, right? Perhaps it was, after all.. Mumbo’s death was so preventable it couldn’t have been an accident. Jimmy must have bargained with them, begged for Mumbo to take his place. That’s why Jimmy was so smug. This was his fault. He needed to pay, he needed to die.

“Get out…” Grian’s spoke through gritted teeth, his tone shaky, along with his hands as they moved to cover his ears. These weren’t his thoughts, he refused to believe for even a second that they could be. “Get out of my head..” he repeated as he curled into a small, quivering ball. “Please…”

Hold on, it was Lizzie who died first last time… so that means the curse should be hers now, right? So it’s her fault. He should kill Lizzie next, how dare she not fulfill the prophecy, his brother had to so why didn’t she? She needs to die, he needs to kill her.

But surely Jimmy’s to blame, right? He’s the one who had the curse to begin with, Lizzie was just unlucky. It’s Jimmy’s fault, for sure. So he should be the one Grian kills. It’s his fault. He deserves it.

“Stop…” Whined the avian, wings folding over his shivering form. Maybe it’s both Lizzie and Jimmy to blame, maybe they planned this to get the curse off of them. Right? So perhaps they both need to die.

So that settles it, Grian needs to kill Jimmy and Lizzie, it’s only fair on Mumbo. Wait, Mumbo’s last words were about Gem… so it’s her fault, Grian needs to kill Gem then. Mumbo would still be alive if he hadn’t been distracted by Gem. She needs to die. How dare she.

In fact, all three of them are to blame so he should kill all of them. Perfect. He can murder the three of them, right as the next session starts, before the wildcard is even active. They’ll all pay, for what they did to Mumbo.

Grian began to rock back and fourth, these thoughts eating at him and leaving no room for logic. Who needs logic when you have power, though? Grian knows every possible wildcard these sessions could have, he could easily take out every single person in the arena. He doesn’t know who’s to blame so it’s safer that way, right? Kill them all and win again, easy. Mumbo would be proud of him. He can kill everyone. He should do it, it’s for the best. They deserve it. This was the necessary path. This was what needed to be done.

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD..”

Silence… Grian’s mind was, for lack of better words, empty. No violence, no guilt, no anger, just… silence. There didn’t need to be anything else because they’d done it, Grian had finally broken.

[flyingraven]

My updated MCYT fanfic worldbuilding!

Both for anyone who’s interested in how I imagine the minecraft sphere so to speak works and for linking to my ao3 page, here is my MCYT worldbuilding! Long post ahead! I've been working on this for a long time and it's actively being worked on as well, but here's the current version!

Gods and sentient beings 

Basic information

Only multiple gods together or one of the elder gods can truly kill a god. Lesser beings (demigods or a single other god) could kill their vessel but not destroy their seat so to speak. When their vessel is killed their essence just kind of floats around the deep void until they find a next suitable vessel. This act of seemingly killing a god and taking part of their power is referred to as diminishing them. 

Respawns and souls

You can generally respawn infinitely, but it slowly eats away at your soul. And at some point you don’t respawn anymore. This is generally the same as dying of old age, but it’s not uncommon for very heavy pvp players to die younger because their soul is ruined by continuous respawns. 

When your soul hits a certain point of damage it passes on into Kristin’s domain. This is where souls recover and combine into new souls, which is how new players are made/born. 

Good gods 

There was at least one being called the Elder God. They created the other gods and the prime players. These days they have disappeared, and nobody seems to know where they are. 

Kristin is the goddess of Life and Death. But most mortals only see and refer to her as the Goddess of Death. She along with many of the other gods were created by the two elder gods. She resides over the domain of life and death. Watching over souls as they recover, get born, slowly tear apart and return to her eventually. 

Her main adversary is the god of Chaos. She’s not a fan of the Watchers either, because their grey morals grate against hers. Phil is an ex Watcher, but defected and joined Kristin. They fell in love. Most of Kristin's angels were originally mortals. On very rare occasions, when someone died in a certain way which really captures her attention she might decide to ask them to join her ranks. This is how Scott became an angel of hers. A few of her angels are kids of other angels. 

Evil gods

Evil gods are evil as currently defined by human/Kristin's definition.

 The god of the demons is the god of chaos. Has been diminished once or twice before. This is why he can only create demons with the power level of Watchers instead of demons at the level of demigods.

Maybe there's just more demons than angels which would give him the appearance of having more people under his control, thus appearing to be as powerful as Kristin even though they would not be. Makes sense as demons can also possess people and thus hide among mortals. Maybe angels need Kristin's power to detect possession which would account for why Phil can't detect Dream.

The god who ascended Techno. The original bloodgod, and when Techno "killed" him (killed his vessel with the help of Phil cuz who else, which diminished his power and spread some of it to Techno) He took on the title of the blood god, even though he technically is only a demigod, not a true god. He was ascended Techno to groom him into his next vessel. Unfortunately he didn’t account on Techno becoming friends with the Angel of Death. 

The god of Corruption. Ties into the sculk. With the elder gods being gone he weaved a web of corruption until he managed to sneak it in into the next update behind the back of the good gods.

Demigods

Ascension 

Any god can ascend a mortal to become a demigod. But it's a violent act and will usually completely kill off the world the former mortal was inhabiting. And it hurts. A lot. The combination of these factors is what made Eret's ascension so bad. Because usually the newly ascended demigod will wake up with their god. But Eret didn't. They woke up alone in a dead realm.

Cults can try to get a gods attention to get them to ascend one of their own to demigod status. Really, no good gods will respond to these rituals. They usually involve mass sacrifice. 

Gods can also just choose to ascend a living mortal, but again, this is not often done and when it is, usually only by evil gods. That's what happened to Techno.

Kristin works in a different way. When mortals die she sometimes (very rarely) offers them to become one of her angels. Her angels are demigods, but due to being in her service they are referred to as angels.

Demons are demigods aligned to the god of Chaos.

Banishment

Banishment of a demigod only works if the demigod is on a physical plane like a world, the void or the deep void. If a demigod is in the inbetween however… funky shit happens. The effects can vary. But total amnesia of the targeted demigod is one of them.

Watchers, voidwalkers, prime players

Watchers 

A representation of one of the highest ranked Watchers (drawing by @the-uk-is-jk)

Watchers are creatures that were created by the elder gods with the sole purpose of watching the worlds they created. This would mean they were maybe created before the gods, and just kind of stuck around after. They possess strong powers of code manipulation. 

A Watcher in humanoid form

Physiology: Junior Watchers, or Watchers in training have purple wings. Full Watchers have purely white wings. Elder Watchers have multiple. The highest ranked Watchers usually don’t bother to maintain a humanoid form, instead existing purely as beings made of eyes and wings. Watchers use their wings as a means of channelling their powers. They don’t reproduce in the traditional sense. They can choose to take players and turn them into Watchers by means of code manipulation, or to create new Watchers by means of combining powers and creating a new being. This is rare however, as this comes close to their idea of interference. 

Culture: Watchers strongly believe in the fact that they were created to Watch over worlds. They are a strongly insular race who refuse to interact with other (“lesser”) beings until they decree it absolutely necessary. There have been moments however, such as their war against the Voidwalkers. Well, they call it a war. The Voidwalkers would’ve referred to it as a massacre. One of the few ways they interact with mortals is to sometimes punish them if they decree it necessary. Their powers compared to players are vast, and due to how long they’ve been around they are generally left alone by demigods and gods alike. 

There are currently three known players who used to be Watchers before they defected. These are Philza, now the Angel of Death married to Kristin, and Grian and Pearl, two former players who were taken by the Watchers involuntarily and turned into one of them. 

Voidwalkers 

Voidwalkers were beings that lived in the End. They were also created by the Elder god, kind of as an experiment before they created the prime players. They were at war with the Watchers until they got massacred by them. Xisuma and EX are the only known (among players) survivors.

Physiology: Voidwalkers cannot breathe the normal oxygenated air of the overworld, instead being adapted to the thin air of the low void. 

Culture: Hoping something to End and Aether is generally a Voidwalker expression, though older immortals have been known to sometimes adopt it as well. The origin of it has been lost.  

Prime players

Prime players were the first players created by the Elder God. It’s unknown how many there are, since they tend to stay in hiding. What sets prime players apart from normal players is that respawns have no effect on their souls and that they don’t age. Meaning they are functionally immortal. There are ways to kill them, but no normal mortal could easily get them to stay down so to speak. 

Players

Players can become admins through training. Not everybody has the natural aptitudes to become an admin. Everyone can access the code of the world if they learn how to, but utilising it wrong can be the end of someone. Admins have the power to create worlds. Everyone above the power level of a normal player can. The difference is that some beings (Watchers) make the choice to not do this. Gods and some demigods reside in their personal worlds with practically impenetrable firewalls. The more powerful a being the more control they have over creating worlds and the less likely they are to make mistakes. 

Worlds

At it’s core worlds, players and everything else are code. Code is the foundation of everything. 

Worlds are generally connected to hubworlds. Travelling to other worlds usually happens through these. Hubworlds can vary from simple planes with rows and rows of portals to massive cities where people live, interspersed with portals. It’s not uncommon for kids to get dumped on hubworlds to fend for themselves. They often end up banding together, since hubworlds are pretty often fairly hostile places to live in due to the lack of admin oversight. Kids like this are generally called children of the hub. 

Hubworlds take a lot of power to create and to keep safe. They are usually created by a whole group of admins. 

Besides travelling through official portals there are ways to jump to other worlds. This is why you can protect your worlds with whitelists. They take the form of physical barriers in the code surrounding worlds. Think of it like a satellite defence system around a planet, combined with a literal wall of fire in some cases. 

Worldhoppers are players who make a habit of jumping from world to world without portals. Often these are players who grew up in the hub and learned admin magic through other people. They basically break into other worlds and thus aren’t always seen as the best people. Most worldhoppers are friendly though. Hubkids often end up worldhopping, at least during their teenage years until they find a place to settle down or until a mistake tears their soul apart. 

Worldhoppers have general agreements between them. Not snitching on each other is the main one. 

Sometimes worlds connect themselves to each other through rifts. Nobody knows how these occur, and they can’t really be controlled. Maybe gods could control them, but nobody below them. 

There is something called being worldlocked. Its generally something the Watchers do to worlds as a punishment. It involves messing with the code of the world and all the people on it. Leaving them unable to leave the world and unable to contact anyone outside of it. A lot of locked worlds eventually devolve into chaos due to the isolation, with people turning on each other. Dream worldlocked the DreamSMP. 

Improper coding of a world can lead to the world getting corrupted. What happens to corrupted worlds varies, but generally they completely destroy themselves and everyone on it. EVO got corrupted, less due to Grian making mistakes but more due to being an experimental world surrounded by experimental worlds that were corrupted. The Watchers helped the process along as a punishment for Grian. 

Experimental worlds are harder to create since you are messing more with the coding of the worlds. Known safe modifications are more popular though. 

Hardcore worlds are worlds that lock you out when you die. You simply can’t enter them anymore, only view them through your communicator. Dying in them is also way harder on your soul, so players are weary of playing in them too much. 

On "space"

Space is kind of the Void. You have the void in which world reside. But if you keep flying up you will not hit the true void. Your would simply slow down. The stars are other realms visible in the void.

The void and the deep void

The Voidwalkers lived in the void before they were all killed by the Watchers. 

The void is split between two almost subrealms? You have the void layer which contains normal, player made/controlled worlds and the layer that contains the end. Called the high void and the low void? Names are a work in progress. The membrane between the high void and the low void is fairly thin, which is why end portals are an easy way to access it. 

The Watchers reside in the deep void. Which is almost inaccessible to normal players. To get to it you need to travel through the inbetween. 

The inbetween

The inbetween is the space between the void and the deep void. It is incredibly hard to access, and even harder to competently navigate. Normal mortals would simply tear their soul apart trying if they recklessly attempted to do so. Gods have limited influence in this realm.

On exorcising players

Sometimes players can get overtaken by things. Vexes are the most common, though there are other things. Glitched “networks” like mycelium or more recently, the sculk that was added by the god of chaos in an update. 

Zooming in more on the Vex. The Vex aren't fully sentient like players or more-than-players are. But they aren’t quite mobs either. They exist in a space between categories, but have a strong desire to achieve… more. The way they try to achieve this is by trying to possess vulnerable players. They don’t often succeed, but when they do they will try to take over servers and hubworlds. They kind of function like a computer virus. Overtaking a player and ‘overlapping’ their code with their own Vex code manipulation. 

Sculk and Mycelium work a little differently. They are more so connected through a hivemind. A sculk block is the same as a warden is the same as a shrieker is the- you get the point. The sculk is not an individual block. And it has one goal. To spread. To overtake more of a world. To overtake more players. Similar to Vex it will latch on to a player and ‘overlap’ their code with its own. 

Exorcising players from any type of possession is possible, but a nasty process. First of all it requires someone with at powers at least akin to a voidwalker or a prime player. Then they basically have to tear the Vex, sculk or mycelium from the player line by line. Piece by piece. And it hurts. Especially when the player regains enough awareness to recognise that they are being hurt by someone they know, but not why or how. Removing sculk can leave scars akin to burn scars. 

[fanartforfanfics]

It Hurts to Hope by Inquillitory

An amazing Hermitcraft fanfic following Watcher Grian after having crash landed onto Hermitcraft. An awesome story with so many twists and turns. A story everyone should definitely read!

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I'm so happy for this to be my first post on this blog. I have posted one other cover I made a while back on my other blog that I will eventually post here, but for now enjoy ^-^

[azuritethehermit]

AU where Mumbo finds out Grian is a watcher and it quite literally goes to his head. Like Mumbo treats him as if hes a God, he worships the ground he walks on, anything Grian asks for "okay".

It starts to go to Grians head he knows in himself he's not fully a watcher more like half, he's not a God but he starts thinking like one. He starts making thing's happen that shouldn't be normal.

I think that the watchers at some point will think that Grian is trying to accept his destiny so they come down and attempt to take Grian. But of course he knows what happens if they take him. He's not going down without a fight. Like he wins by the power of love or something.