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got any fic recs ¿

Of course. Always. (Assuming ya mean hc/empires/lifeseries) Bon apetit & happy reading <3

Without further ado, here is a (long (ish)) list of (Twenty) fic recs in no particular order:

Choke Down My Poison (I'm Breathing You In) by MawoftheMagnetar

(THIS ONE IS DARK, READ THE TAGS + TWS) 9,461 words, complete

That's not water dripping from the stalactites. That's not moss under your feet. That's not condensation on your faceplate. That's not something you should be thinking about. Your friends are waiting at the bottom, silly! OR: Zed and Cleo need to find Tango. Before it's too late.

All Laws Thrown Out The Window by ThisIsSydney

TW: Violence/blood 52,757 words, incomplete

You might ask yourself, how does one end up in front of a supervillain in an apartment complex? Ren doesn't know that's for sure. Guess this stuff can happen when you search on Craigslist for a place to live.

come sail away by apollothetransboy

(Series including Illusionary and Incendiary) TW: Graphic violence/blood 52,035 words, incomplete

Most often, assassins don’t get attached to those they have to kill, a rule Etho kept in mind when he was sent to kill the prince of a trading empire. The problem arose when Etho tried that, and the universe smacked him upside the head and told him, “No.” Instead of following his oath and immediately killing Joel, Etho realizes his own survival depends on quite possibly the wimpiest man he’s ever met, and decides to save his own life. And so, they sail, all while being chased by Pearl, driven to insanity by a man who lives in the side of a hill, apparently. And six-year-old Hermes tags along. Which, in Etho’s opinion, is less annoying than Joel.

The Call of the Void by MawoftheMagnetar

TW: Horror, body horror, psychological horror, blood, all that fun stuff (Again, this one is pretty dark, mind the tags) 24,035 words, complete

The void is singing. It calls out for voices to join its choir, begging for souls to sate its unending hunger. When Boatem heeds its call, can anything stop the spreading corruption, or is everyone doomed to drown in the abyss?

i can be the one you call by mayflowers07

(Series of oneshots, can be read individually or as a complete story) TW: Pretty much everything at one point or another, changes per work. Be careful as this one can get dark, in the mental health sense. Especially towards the end. 143,821 words, storyline is finished but marked as incomplete

The Hermits have a code phrase. If spoken, this phrase acts as an emergency safe word, telling everyone to stop whatever they’re doing, because something is seriously wrong. Whether it’s from physical or emotional distress, all Hermits know that when someone uses the code, they need help from their chaotic, dysfunctional family.

Daylight Moon Sings To You by songbirdscoo

3,247 words, complete

Etho is lonely. Nobody ever comes out at night, afraid of monsters from their own minds and terrors that are nothing scarier than the breeze on the grass. Etho is lonely, until one day, he's not.

mourning the possibilities by valiant_skeleton

2,828 words, complete

in which doc is having issues with his arm, ren is having issues with the nature of the universe, and they both benefit from a good hug and some nail polish.

Tango's Castle of Cards by EvilRat_Sabre

TW: Bugs, blood + injury, and fake death 24,908 words, complete

It’s like a fact “The sun will rise”, “the moon will fall”, “the hermits will protect and care for each other” it's a certainty. Yes, they have their individual secrets, but they trust each other to not hide something that would harm their patchwork family. In a yellow bee themed tower, an Admin felt his soul fill with worry, dread and then rage seeing the limp, permadead body of a member of their family. Tango is dead, It hits like a fact. Someone will pay, that is a certainty. - He knew he was screwed from the beginning, forever doomed by the narrative. Born as a disgusting bug that probably will end squashed as one too. His lies only delayed the inevitable and now it is the end. Tango was alone. Tango was tired. Everything was wrong, it was all Tango's fault and he really didn't know how to fix it. Tango was stuck in a metaphorical and very real hole. Or, My Centipede Tango Tek AU. I transformed Tango in a bug, killed him and gave him mental heath problems. This has more angst than should be legally allowed.

[The grammar isn't the best but. dude j. just trust me. the writing is fantastic. absolutely outstanding]

Shop at iBuy- the story of one happy customer by simplydm

TW: Unease, not quite horror 1,601 words, complete

iBuy is a giant amongst the buildings in the shopping district, built with blackstone and dripping with gold, and you're telling me there is nothing sinister happening inside? No, never, it's run by the ever-friendly Impulsesv, after all. So join VintageBeef as he has a totally very normal shopping trip and that's it.

Fight For Your (Last) Rights by MawoftheMagnetar

1,447 words, complete

Zedaph is a reaper, who ferries the souls of the newly departed on to whatever destiny awaits them. And his labour union has just gone on strike. So naturally, Impulse and Tango have come to help!

I'll bite my tongue and hold my words, no of course it doesn't hurt! by Loafabun

TW: Self esteem issues, panic attacks 21,531 words, complete

“And so what’s interesting about this build is that it’s actually inspired by-” “I DON’T WANT THE HISTORY OF IT I JUST WANT THE NAME!” Bdubs shouts. Scar flinches in surprise and stares at him, mouth half-open. He tries to say something, but Bdubs cuts him off before he can start, “I know you’re gonna go down this deep path like- ‘OH! Martin Stanley came up with this thing, he was a great engineer for his time he did this and this OH here’s some concept art!!!’ Two hours later, WHAT’S IT CALLED?!?” Scar… didn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know if he should say anything, really. (Or, 5 times when Scar stopped talking, and 1 time where he continued)

Covet by Oceanbreeze7

TW: Body horror 102,734 words, incomplete

If you notice anything, it leads you to notice more and more. The humans talked, throwing bits and things into the passage they called Boatem Hole. The humans spoke to It, gentle and curious. They kept It company, called It a friend. It didn’t understand, but something beyond walls and walls of frosted glass and impermeable fog whispered pained and haunted behind It’s eyes with a voice that hurt to dwell on, don’t you remember this?

Pretty sure that's normal, right? by cityscape (worriedlywriting)

2,021 words, complete

Etho's finally completed the No Wings Club! Which is great— except for the fact that he no longer has an excuse not to use an elytra. (How do all the other hermits do it?!) Or: Etho realizes— with Bdubs' help— that his experiences with elytra might not be the same as everyone else's.

I Might Need Your Help Getting Back Onto My Feet by AstronautBeans

2,904 words, complete

At first Etho could agree it was funny. Yes, he’d missed a couple hits and didn’t always manage to kill someone when he meant to, and maybe he was getting a bit older. He’d lived in the same universe for thousands of years, of course his skill grew and waned with time. But when the phrase ‘washed up’ became a regular thing in people’s list of what to call him, and they continued to laugh at him about it, he couldn’t stop it from making his skin itch. He laughed right along with them, shook his head and sent a witty comment back. That was probably his downfall. The phrase continued to haunt him until the end of Double Life. It followed him onto Hermitcraft, and it didn’t take long at all before every single Hermit knew. He didn’t doubt the word spread across the parallel Empires server too. It evolved from making his skin itch, to burning in his chest and becoming a never-ending sinking pit in his stomach. — Or, Etho’s social anxiety gets the better of him and he ends up spiralling, but Gem is there to help him out.

DeUnAlived by Starbud

TW: Non-graphic dismemberment, past character death but he gets ressurected 828 words, complete

Grian's gruesome bloody body was strewn across the parking lot of the 100 Days Hardcore Skating Rink and Arcade. "Man," said Joel. "That's gonna suck to clean up." Scar poured out the rest of his Diet SpriteCoke™ onto the floor. "Do you think he'd let me have his shoes?"

[low word count but trust me guys it's SO FUNNY]

Don't Starve Together by InternetGone

1,500 words, complete

“…Scar?” A threatening hiss is heard over the crackling fire and that shuts him up. Probably another spider meeting its demise, it doesn’t reassure him. He subconsciously fidgets with his lighter. Scar hasn’t returned from chopping wood yet and the sun has set. He knows he shouldn’t worry because any sensible person would carry a torch or lantern on them, but Scar doesn’t have the best track record. Or, Grian and Scar settle in the desert, spooky shenanigans occur as they try to survive in the constant.

[Don't Starve Together AU]

burying the hatchet by GoodTimesWithScar and Sixteenthdays

5,000 words, complete

All things considered, this may be the worst way to find out that you can’t remember how to use an axe properly any more. Ren faces off against the half-felled tree trunk, studies the point of impact and tries to figure out what the heck he’s done wrong. It’s not that he hasn’t put enough force into it - believe him, the once and future King certainly knows how to put a bit of force into an oncoming… onslaught. Yet here the thing stands, attacked but most certainly not defeated, leaves still rustling quietly in the wind as if to mock him. (Or: Ren makes peace.)

No Questions Asked by Nyctae

(Series) TW: This series revolves around self-harm and healing from it. Stay safe <3 11,063 words

"I'm a blaze hybrid." by valiant_skeleton

TW: Self-hatred, internalized fantasy racism 2,916 words, complete

“I just spilled my biggest secret, and you’re both acting like I told you we’re having soup for lunch tomorrow.” “Can we have soup for lunch tomorrow?” “Not the time, Impy,” Zed gently scolded. He detangled himself from Tango’s arm and pivoted to face him, before reaching out and brushing a few strands of hair from his forehead. Tango resisted the urge to flinch. “Was your hybrid status something you were trying to hide from us, Tango?” “Yeah? Was that not…” Tango was pretty sure his brain had short-circuited– it had to be that or he was dreaming. “Did you not think I was human?” Impulse sat up with a yawn and a stretch. “You have glowing red eyes, bud.” — in which tango is afraid to tell his friends he's a blaze hybrid, and it turns out they already know. it also turns out tango has a lot to learn about hybrids and humans.

Burn All Our Sins by apollothetransboy

TW: Violence, minor character death 6,372 words, complete, part of an incomplete series

In the early days of civil war, Doc found a boy not too much younger than him, and by his creed, took him in. Now, a decade later, Mandalorian Xisuma is old enough to watch his world crumble. or, the resistance, but star wars, pt i

Annnnd that's about it for now! (I'm tired :,D ) If any of the links are wrong feel free to ask/rb this and i'll fix it :) I might also add more. Who knows. Cya later lovelies!

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