Allocations are out! ✰ Project for every Hermitgang lyric to have an Ao3 fic titled after it ✰ It all started with the Hermitgang Renaissance ✰ every ask you send in gives the mods their favorite flavor of cookie btw
Welcome to the official Hermitgang on ao3 project blog!
What even is this?
Also known as the hermitgao3ng project, tumblr user @riacte made a joke about making a bunch of fics on ao3 corresponding to Hermitgang lyrics. Many people expressed interest, so she and a few other people started to officially organize it.
Relevant tags are #hermitgao3ng and #hermitgang on ao3, but the two are interchangeable.
The Ao3 collection is here!
What is Hermitgang?
Hermitgang is a song produced and performed for the Hermitcraft Season 6 Civil war. The most popular version, Elybeatmaker's remix, can be found here. The original is linked in the description.
How do I join?
The posts relating to the spreadsheet and entry form can be found here and here. Please read the rules before signing up.
Edit: Lyric allocations are out now!
Edit 2: There's a document currently being made for the second round of this project. Please stand by for more information.
How do I add my fic to the collection?
See here!
Feel free to send asks if you have any questions!
Who runs this account?
So far, the two people running this blog are @riacte (Mod Ria, she/her), the main organizer, and @darubyprincxx (Mod Six, he/þei). We are going insane putting this together. Thank you for all of the support.
throwing together a doc for round two. the rules this time will be every man for himself don't steal others' lyrics they've already claimed. is this thing on?
(check pinned post for details on what the hell this project even is!)
And another chapter is out! And can I just say how much I love writing Hermit banter? Especially when Bdubs is one of those people. He's so fun to annoy (affectionate)!
I'm gon' give it to ya - Chapter 4
4. Time to Go
Fandom/Collection: Hermitcraft/@hermitgang-ao3
Words: 3371 of 8651 total
Summary: Another Hermit finds themselves trapped in the Deeper Dark. Meanwhile, Cleo and Etho recruit yet another Hermit to help them in their investigations.
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Organization for Transformative Works
Preview:
The winding path through the Deeper Dark from the wool hut to the spawn cave was becoming increasingly familiar to Impulse as he made the daily trek through the sculk-covered caves with Cub, redstone torch in hand. Even with seven Hermits transported across by now, they'd somehow lucked out on anyone having proper torches on them when they arrived.
The tunnel they'd been traversing suddenly opened up, the ground flat and level at their feet. The spawn cave was still an incredible sight, no matter how many times he made the journey. The way the light just disappeared as the walls curved towards an unseen ceiling. Towering stalagmites of sculk reached towards the sky, covered with the familiar dots of sensors and catalysts and shriekers, their very presence a threat to the Hermits' continued existence.
Cub gave the sign, and the two of them split up.
Cub got to work punching out the sculk, continuing to flatten the path between the spawning zone and the exit, removing any dips or trip hazards that could hinder a speedy escape. Each block break was followed by a pause, listening carefully for any signs the two of them would need to use that speedy escape themselves.
Impulse's job was a little more treacherous.
Limited supply of wool blocks in hand, Impulse snuck towards one of the stalagmites yet to be cleared and pillared up towards one of the sculk sensors, waving its tendrils in an imaginary breeze. Its corners had been gnawed at by skulk rats, though thankfully the dang creatures had learned by now that the spawn cavern wasn't a great place for them to lurk undisturbed.
Four wool blocks were carefully placed, and the sensor punched to oblivion, leaving behind only a couple of experience orbs. They were quickly absorbed into the surrounding sculk before Impulse had the chance to collect them. Not that it would have made a difference, with the way this dimension siphoned off any levels the Hermits did manage to collect.
He paused for a second, checking neither the block breaking nor the tinkle of experience set off of the other sensors. A couple seconds of silence later, he punched down the wool protection and made his way over to the next catalyst to repeat the process.
"Impulse!" The whisper echoed through the silent cavern. Impulse tensed, listening for the sound of any sensor activations. Thankfully there were none; they'd managed to clear out a lot over the last few days.
He turned around. Cub held up his clock and three fingers. Three minutes remaining. He set to work climbing back down again, carefully punching and collecting all the wool he'd used as scaffolding along the way.
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hey all, posted my @hermitgang-ao3 fic!
Summary:
Now, don’t get him wrong, Grian loves to push the line. One of his favorite pastimes is to tease his fellow Hermits, see how far he can get them to bend and how many rules he can skirt around before trouble comes. And usually, Scar’s a pretty good sport about it, because Scar loves pushing right back. The two of them can usually craft an entertaining game of lies and bargains between them, which is probably why Scar’s one of his best friends.
This is different, though, and Grian’s not sure why, but it’s no longer a game to Scar. That makes him falter, which makes the donkey do the same, trotting forward a few steps before halting.
“Scar?” he asks, just checking in, and Scar doesn’t respond. That’s worrisome—Grian hops down from the saddle, pulls Stu back to Scar. “Are you all right?”
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Or, 5 times Scar acts weird when it comes to his pets, and the 1 time everyone finds out why.
And another chapter in my seasonless mystery fic. First look through Gem's eyes, and more Cleo & Etho content. Those last two need to collab more. They're just so good together!
I'm gon' give it to ya - Chapter 3
3. Schemes and Strategies
Fandom/Collection: Hermitcraft/@hermitgang-ao3
Words: 1552 (5283 total so far)
Summary: Gem creates another gift. Meanwhile, Etho and Cleo pool their knowledge to come up with a plan to find their best friends.
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Preview under the cut:
Gem hummed idly to herself as she walked up the spiral staircase to the top of the tower. She really had done a great job with the texturing, the mixture of stone bricks between the sparsely placed torches making the space feel all cramped and foreboding. Exactly the feel one would want around an item of such immense power as the enchanter.
Not that this was any old enchanting table. Oh no, this enchanter had been provided to her specially by her new patron. Oh, the power she could wield, the magics she could shape! And that only she could shape. He'd recognised the magic in her that not even she'd known existed.
She rounded the top of the stairs, the circle of bookshelves peeking into view. To one side sat Ren, leaning against the edge of one of the bookcases as the chains that bound his hands snaked up the wall beside him. And of course, in the centre, the enchanter, pulsing green and yellow amidst a swirl of runes of unfathomable power, resonating with the levels that vibrated around inside of her.
She threw a carrot at Ren, rousing him as it bounced off his chest. "Cleo's getting suspicious of me. She was poking around my shop earlier, asking questions about the enchantments."
"Oh really?" said Ren, picking it up and taking a bite. "That's fantastic! She might be able to get us out of- Disappointing news, magic one. You have become careless in your work."
"I'm trying my best! It was always gonna be harder to convince the Hermits after the more gullible ones were gone."
"Well see to it this mistake is rectified as soon as possible. We cannot be discovered before our plan is completed."
sorry for not mentioning it earlier but i’ve been busy n i haven’t had my phone for a bit scared it ended up breaking so mentioning it slipped my mind, but i don’t think i can participate in the hermitgang ao3 project :(( mainly due to not having access to my tumblr n ao3 accounts (guymaito ((formally lesbianxisuma when i signed up i believe)) n moonlightfilledlotus) ://
Summary: Joe reaches out to Cleo to help remove the cursed shirt he'd gotten from Gem. Failing in the attempt, the pair decide to confront Gem the next day about it. But, well, the best laid plans…
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Finished my fic for the @hermitgang-ao3 collab! An SCP crossover, set in the wake of SCP-001 When Day Breaks, a slightly different style to usual but I'm still real proud of it. I hope you enjoy!
Hey hey. Been a while since I posted any fic. That's because I've been doing an absolute tonne of writing lately and have a whole lotta chapters lined up for you for a new fic for the @hermitgang-ao3 event!
Aim is currently to release two chapters/week until either I finish or run out of ready content (aim is for the former).
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I'm gon' give it to ya
1. Prologue
Fandom: Hermitcraft
Words: 1669
Summary: The Hermits are disappearing. Might this have something to do with Gem's new clothing store and the free samples she's been giving away? Nah, surely not. Who would expect that from sweet, smiley Gem?
Preview under the cut:
Repeater, dust, hopper, piston. Repeater, dust, hopper, piston. Repeater, dust, hopper, piston. Repeater, dust... ah dang it, out of hoppers.
Impulse stood up, stretching his arms above his head as he worked out the cricks in his back that had formed from hours of redstoning. The farm was coming together nicely, which made sense, given how much planning had gone into its construction. But it was still always satisfying to see the theory translating into practice.
Hmm, he'd still need at least another stack of hoppers to complete the farm. Surely he could just nip around to Tango's base to pick up a few stacks of iron blocks. He'd be cool with it, or at the very least, Tango was used to some friendly "resource sharing" by now.
Come to think of it, Impulse hadn't seen Tango for a few days now. Not that that was unusual for him, given his friend's tendency to get lost in a project. Maybe he should drop in on Tango once the build was finished? Hmm, he should probably AFK at Tango's iron farm first, just in case any awkward questions came up...
"Hi Impulse!"
Impulse jumped as Gem appeared behind him.
"Oh, hey Gem!" said Impulse, smiling back at his fellow Hermit. "How's it going?"
"I'm going great! In fact, I'm just about to open a new shop. Wanna come see?"
"Of course!" Impulse quickly dumped his remaining inventory into a shulker box – he may as well give himself space to restock – and grabbed out his rockets.
"Follow me," said Gem, flying off in a puff of smoke. Impulse followed close behind.
