HCAU #11

HCAU #11

It's HCBBS and the world is actually ending. Impulse and Iskall are the only ones who survived. Will they get to the next season, or are they stuck on the empty server forever.

A thin idea but there's some to work with. Maybe the guys who went on vacation also survived and the people that made the cult are actually dead or smth.

Another HCBBS idea is that during the switch, the hermits do a sort of personality swap. I think Cub and Scar would be funny in this situation, but there are tons to go off here with Grian and Zed, Tango and False, ect.

HCAU #7

So at the end of Grian's Evolution series, the watchers take him. The actually reason for him leaving Evo was to join Hermitcraft. Do you see where I'm going with this. THE HERMITS ARE THE WATCHERS.

So when Grian is taken by the watcher's, he's mind is erased and he doesn't even realize what the hermits did. Until Pearl. She is brought into Hermitcraft under the guise she believes in everything they offer. She then tries to break Grian out with the help of everyone's favorite sheriff/ property police.

I guess it doesn't have to be Jimmy, but who doesn't love some Jimmy. We could even get rancher angst if so desired (I desire it)

HCAU Idea #10

I'm on a role: SIMS

Create a sims world and go ham. Do whatever you want. go crazy. Then, make notes. Who knows who? Who owns a business? Cottage Core? Just kidding, I didn't buy that pack because I have a crippling fear of chickens. You can make Mumbo a real scientist but nothing actually works because heaven forbid something you bought WITH REAL MONEY FOR THE SPECIFIC PURPOSE OF MAKING UR SIM A SCIENTIST WORK--

Sorry about that. I actually think this could be fun just because of how wild the sims gets. With mods and CC, you can do a lot of funny things, and I think, if I'm going to consider a tomodachi life AU, Sims is the only next step.

First chapter is up on AO3. Connections is wildin'

Generic Watcher Au Teaser

Septicemia hid while Doc and Scar left Grian’s base. All alone, Grian looked through the boxes of gifts. Septicemia was going to give him an even better one. It gathered its bits and pieces and put itself together like a wooden and string toy, except the wood was flesh covered in puss filled boils and the string was wound up nerves and tendons. It was silent as he closed in behind Grian. Septicemia raised a jiggling arm and laid it on Grian's neck. Before Grian could even reach up to identify the cold sensation, little microscopic brittles released poison into his blood and muscle. It wasn’t the sobbing open wounds that Purser was so fond of, but a few rashes should suffice Purser’s infatuation. 

Only after a few seconds, Grian’s arms became limp and hung by his side. His breathing became labored at exactly one minute, and merely 45 seconds later, he fell to the floor. In only two more minutes Grian would be an infectious bomb.

“GRIAN!! I LEFT MY COMMUNICATOR!”

Septicemia slithered away. Damn it.

Scar bounced down into the base and saw Grian, laying pale and cold on the ground. Grian might not have been a bomb, but it wasn’t like many of the hermits even meant ill-will towards watchers. Septicemia flooded back through the cracks in the floor and then out through the same cracks Grian used to get in.

Hot am I right?

some jasper sketches