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Things were getting... weird on the Hermitcraft server again. Though Mumbo wasn't sure he could say they were bad weird. Just weird. Several hermits had accidently gotten hurt pretty badly lately and found themselves safely tucked away before anything could happen to them after passing out. Which was nice. Weird, but nice. That and maybe a little concerning the first few times.

Tommy was once a slave. That's gone now - shoved in his past with the memories of blood and gore and death. He wants to forget who he was; what he has to do to survive. Of course, the Elementalists will always come back to haunt him. They aren't the ones who killed his mother, but they're close enough. And now he and his brother have been dragged into the mess, as Elementalists with their own, separate covens, to find the Pit - the place where he'd lived and killed and hurt for the first twelve years of his life. His coven can't know. Can't know who he really is, what he can really do. Can't know anything about his past. He doesn't want a coven full of Elementalists who don't trust him; one of whom he's pretty sure despises him. He doesn't want that life. He wants the life of a pickpocket, on the streets, because nobody questions street kids, and nobody comes asking about his past and pushes him to tell his secrets that he holds closest inside. Tubbo tries to tell him to trust people. But trust is how you die.

AU in which demons are from the Nether, humans are from the overworld, and angels hail from the End. Elytras don't exist; only angels can fly. But there are legends, tales of the very bravest of souls that have crossed the chasm between worlds, and come back with wings of their own, granted the power to be seen as an angel. Grian finds himself tempted, to find them for himself and no longer have to suffer the judgement of being a demon.What he doesn't know, though - there are no wings that do not already belong to another. And though he may have found what he was searching for, he may come to regret his decision when the angel whose wings he unintentionally stole turns out to be his new neighbor.

Old summary gone. In with the new.This is a series of MCYT oneshots. I have my opinions, you have yours. I do do requests, but its not an absolute that I will get to them. Sometimes things spark, sometimes things don't. Hate only fuels me, btw. So do comments and kudos and just views lol. Changed the title on May 7th, 2021.Reason is because I really want to try writing oneshots that are not totally Tommyinnit centric (as well as smut, if I get to it).New changed title on June 30th. Reason is because the old title was wrong and pointless.Enjoy Other than that, enjoy my lovelies!

One morning, early in Season 7, the world stutters. For fifteen seconds, everything stops, from the daylight cycle, to mobs, to even the players themselves. Afterwards, the Hermits wake up without any of their memories. Finding themselves in a strange world full of buildings and mechanics they don't understand, the Hermits must band together and figure out how to work as a team, exploring about the world around them and trying to get their memories back. But a mystery is looming in the shadows, and far away, in a castle floating in the Deep End, a plan is put in motion.

After Grian disappears without a trace, the Hermits band together to try and get him back. But with one of the core rules of their reality changed for the worse and a mysterious adversary lurking in the shadows, how long can they last before they, too, are caught in the spider's web?

A tale of Tommy's experiences with the hermits, be they healing, silly, sad, or anything in between. A chronicle of most relevant asks from my tumblr.

The day after Scar breaks up with Grian, the dead come back to life. Knowing that venturing out alone is a death sentence, the sudden onset of the apocalypse forces them to stick together despite the tensions between them. In the wreckage of the world, they're forced to survive side-by-side, coming to terms with the fact that—try as they might—there's no one they trust more than each other. “Go!” Grian shouts as the monster charges, putting his whole force into the blow. Scar watches, frozen stiff as Grian fights until blood and gore and viscera mark the creature up like a Pollock painting. “What are you waiting for?!” Grian snaps when he finally notices that Scar is still standing there. He grips his weapon tight and attacks a final time, slamming the zombie down—good and dead—and standing panting over top of it, strained but victorious. He starts rushing from the scene, calling back for Scar over his shoulder. “Run!” And in a way that’s as familiar to him as breathing, Scar chases after him.

“Alright.” Joel had been quiet since the mention of the watchers, and when he spoke now he sounded tired. “So, the Watchers took us all and dumped us on a random server with no clear way to leave, is that about right? And we have life game mechanisms in place.”“Sounds about right.” Grian nodded wearily.“Well, fine. All we need to do is be careful and not die, yeah? Seems simple enough. Just focus on staying safe, gearing up, and trying to get home. And the admins will surely be looking for us.”Grian looked around at the birch clearing, then up at the sky, sun blazing overhead. “I mean, it sounds fine in theory… but these are the Watchers we’re talking about. Who knows why they sent us here. And surely they have some sort of trick up their sleeve.” OR, Twelve players find themselves stuck on an island filled with unknown mobs and life-game mechanisms. How are they gonna get themselves out of this one?