Nyx Misfortune

Hi! I'm Nyx, Also known as Sol or Ender. I write hermitcraft fanfiction for season 8 and season 9 as those are the only seasons I have watched. I will also write for The Dream SMP! [Not anymore] I decided to post here because I want to get better at writing so please give me some tips if you have any!

The old oak tree - Hermitcraft masterlist

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The Dark Woods - Destiny 2 Masterlist

SFW Alphabet

Pairing - TFTGS x Reader

Warnings - Possible ooc, I've never written for these three before. No real ending.

Summary - It's bee a year since you and your best friends started out on your journey in a van too small for all four of you. Jerry thinks it's cause for a celebration.

Notes - TFTGS x reader?! Is there even people who would read this? Who cares. Self indulgent fan fiction is my specialty.

You'd woken up in the back of the van far earlier than you would have wished. You four hadn't been able to find a proper place to sleep the night before, so you'd all slept in the back of the van. Well, except for Jack, you was awake and trying to squish himself into a corner as to not touch either you or Jerry, and Rosa who had slept in the front seat. And Jerry, apparently, who was strangely missing. You had to wonder if you and Rosa were the only ones who actually slept at all.

You let Jack know you were awake, and climb out of the back. You walk around front to check on Rosa, and find Jerry pestering her to let him drive them somewhere.

"Jerry, last time we let you drive us anywhere you wanted to go, we ended up in a collage bar with what I'm pretty sure were people who wanted to kill us."

"I think they we're vampires, actually."

"Like that's any better??"

You laugh, and the duo finally notices you.

"Oh Hey!" Jerry greets. "Finally awake?"

"Jerry. It's like… 5 in the morning." You sigh.

"Honestly man? That's way late. Come on, I'm driving us somewhere."

"No Jerry, you are not-" Rosa tries to protest before Jerry slips into the drivers seat.

"You know Jack is still in the back, right?" You tell him, climbing into the front and securing yourself in.

"He'll be fine." Jerry grins, starting the car.

After partaking in Jerry's fun little 'adventure', you're covered in green goo and drywall. Don't ask. Rosa is mildly annoyed, but quite pleased with being right. Jack is changing, and Jerry insists- despite your lack of money and disgusting goo covered selves -that you all go to a local diner.

"Jerry. I don't think any of us want to go anywhere right now." Jack tells him, currently trying to assist you in cleaning your hair in a creek. He's just pouring cups of water on your head, but it is in fact helping.

Jerry insists further and you all finally cave. You end up at not a local diner, but a Denny's.

After setting into a booth, Rosa finally asks what you'd all been thinking. "Jerry, why have you been dragging us around all day?"

"Wha'd you meam?" He asks, his mouth full of pancakes.

"Just… all day." You add "You've been making us go places."

"Do you know what day it is?" Jerry asks, finally swallowing.

"…Tuesday?"

"It's been a year since we left, y'know?"

Silence. No, you guys hadn't really been keeping track.

"Just figured it'd be fun to celebrate."

Pairing - Hermitcraft & Reader

Warnings - Another short one. Sorry!

Summary - After season 10 ends, you sit on the mountain you built, staring at the vacant server. Some friends join you.

Notes - WOOOO! Day 6! Back to Hermitcraft! And reader is back! I'm thinking of branching out to something else the next few days, but it depends:]

It'd been nearly two years since the season started, and it had finally ended. The server, like every sever before it that was once filled with life, is now empty. Devoid of all life. Well, except for you. You never really moved on easily. The end of the season was always particularly hard for you.

So here you sit, alone on a mountain that you'd made, staring over the landscape. You didn't hear the ping of someone else coming on, nor the crushing of the grass beneath his boots.

"…The server list said you were online."

You jumped nearly a foot in the air before whipping your head around. Just Xisuma.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

He takes a seat next to you, and you sit with him in silence for awhile. You actually register it when someone else walks up this time. Mumbo doesn't say anything. Just dangles his legs over the side of the cliff. Grian is next, followed by Scar, and Cub, and Impulse and Ren. Soon, everyone is sitting with you.

Skizz makes a joke about setting off fireworks, and someone elbows him the the ribs and tells him he'd most likely blow up everyone if he set one off while they were all crowed together like this. The bickering made your heart feel lighter.

Pairing - Crow & Nimbus [Platonic and Not an x reader, sorry!!]

Warnings - This is slightly based on head canons that might not be correct like, at all. The Guardian is mentioned only briefly.

Summary - Crow's first Festival of the Lost and he's struggling to keep up, so he seaks help from someone having the same struggles.

Notes - Day 5! Well, my day two, I suppose? I'm just happy to be posting again! Art, and Fics. I hope you all enjoy the idea!! This was definitely made to seem more like lore tabs:] hopefully I succeed! I need these two to be friends.

Crow was already under stress. The sheer amount of paperwork Cayde left behind was insane, and trying to figure out what was outdated and what needed to be done was a herculean task. Now, it's festival of the lost, and as hunter vanguard, It's his job to assist in the remembrance of those that came before him.

Ikora and Zavala didn't have to worry about that. Their only predecessors were alive and well. According to the Guardian, Ikora had started the tradition. Not the festival of the lost, but the tradition of the Vanguard remembering the people who held their post in the past, in honor of her mentor.

Crow had talked to everyone he could. Anyone who might have known what the other Hunter Vanguards were like, but still, he wasn't happy with what he put together.

But Osiris had offered to introduce him to someone who could help. Nimbus. Another person who was struggling under the new found weight on their shoulders. So, they talked. For quite a long time. About struggles, and Nimbus cracked quite a few more jokes than necessary.

And so, they came up with a idea. Drinks. If cloudstriders and hunters have anything in common, it's certainly drinking. So, what better to memorialize them than with alcohol?

So here the sit, in a bar in the last city. There are a lot of people, all enjoying the celebration. Crow has a blueish drink, and Nimbus' is a dull gray. The cloudstrider doesn't seem to be enjoying theirs.

Crow smiles. "You look like you're drinking jet fuel."

"It tastes like jet fuel."

"How do you know what jet fuel tastes like?"

"Don't worry about it."

Crow snorts and takes another sip of his. It tasted of pineapple, lime, and a hit of mint and vodka. It was a shocking blue, despite its contents. The drink he had chosen to represent Cayde, with a little help from Ikora, who knew his perfered tastes better.

"Then why'd you chose it to remember him by?"

"Rohan would have liked it a lot better. He was more into traditional alcohol. I never tried it"