#hermit challenges

[cult-of-grian]

Rule of Grian #13

Bibbity boppity, your front door is now my property!

[2manyideas2liltime]

Hermit Challenges Grian Angst Fic Idea

So I've seen other people do something similar to this and I wanted to create my own intro with this them for ppl to use, so enjoy!

TW: Intense panic attack, vomiting, traumatic flashback, loss of identity, emotional abuse, implied physical abuse, SamGladiator(yuck)

Hermit Challenges have been revamped on Hermitcraft, and for one of Grian's challenges, he had to wear blue for a whole day. He had donned an old blue jumper instead of his usual red one, and decided to glance in the mirror to check his wings before leaving.

Big mistake.

As soon as he saw a blue top on his body, he was flooded with memories of high school. He was frozen, breath picking up, sweating and on the verge of hyperventilating, and no one was there. No one to pull him out of it.

As far as Grian knew, he was back in that cursed school again. Terrified, sweating, wearing clothes that weren't his and a name that wasn't either, being backed into a shed by his closest friend and greatest nightmare, plastic forcibly shoved down his throat by the same man and—

"AAAHHHHHHHHH-!!"

His shriek rang through the whole Server.

He clawed at his chest, struggling with the jumper, he had to get it off get it off geT IT OFF GET IT OFF!

He stumbled, hip slamming the counter, and sank to the floor, shaking, colorful wings flaring out around him. The walls of the shed were closing in, Sam's face looming over him as he choked on plastic that the other had forced inside of him. He heard Sam's voice crooning in his ears.

"You can't hide from me, Taurtis~"

No one was coming to save him. No one knew he was Grian, no one knew he wasn't Taurtis, that he never would be, that it was Sam making him play this sick game, playing a part while wearing a dying man's clothes.

Grian was alone, and stuck, and helpless, and terrified.

Grian was Taurtis again.

Grian was nothing at all.

He fumbled for his comm with the last remnants of his coherent mind, managing to send out an emergency ping to Xisuma before he was fully absorbed by the panic and the memories.

He was physically choking, his body mirroring the memory. He clawed at his chest and throat until he bled.

He felt bile rise in his throat as he hacked and coughed, vomiting up air and stomach acid.

Have fun with this one, my children. I know how you are.

[sain-art]

I made this last night and it's packed with lore

Anyone remember hermit challenges? When he had to wear a blue jumper instead of his red one?

[nariblu09]

What should I make in pixel art?

All the hermits sitting on that one chair in the permit office

The Snails and Scar

Voting ended onJun 12, 2024

[brainrot-has-overtaken-me]

I love that every season Hermit Dares or Hermit Challenges comes back in some new way xD

[bendyboo8s]

Hermittober day 4 - fire + some of the atrocities that were created along the way

[nix-writes-mcyt]

Hermit challenges walked so Hermit dares could run.

Also, hermit dares IS NOT hermit challenges.

[redorich]

Could you please talk a bit more about Tommy when he first came to hermitcraft,,,,please (also the initials of Hermitcraft are hc which are also the initials of hurt/comfort which is fitting.)

Tommy’s glad that these hermit people are being nice to him, even if he’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Still, it’s annoying how they all treat him like he’s cracked glass liable to shatter at any moment, just because he’s seen some shit. He survived Dream, why the hell would a hermit being nice to him do him in?

It’s a chill day with Iskall. Tommy has learned the hard way not to set people’s houses on fire, but he’s also learned that in Hermitcraft, fire spread is off, so he can fiddle with a flint and steel without feeling nervous. Iskall doesn’t seem to have gotten the memo, though. He keeps trying to make conversation with Tommy, but fails horribly; constantly, the man starts conversations only to backtrack awkwardly whenever Tommy says something vaguely depressing (which, to be fair, is quite often).

Then something interesting happens. A tall man in a suit and elytra comes flying through the sky, only to dive directly into the ground and take what must be at least eight hearts of damage in one go. Next, he places a bunch of campfires all over the ground, then places and rings a bell. Tommy watches in morbid fascination as, through a mouth full of jungle leaves, the man yells, “HERMFIT CHPHALLENGIES!!” and then takes off into the sky again.

Iskall buries his face in his hands. “Hermit challenges...” he says weakly.