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    Scar can’t answer, too busy trying to control his breathing. It was Grian who had helped him build their home in the desert. It was Grian who had chosen to stay by his side, even after he didn’t have to anymore. It was Grian who had sat on the mountain with him, pointing out the stars and naming them.

    It was Grian who had looked at him when they were the only two left, and had said there had to be a winner. It was Grian who had led him back to their mountain, hand in hand, and beat him to death in the shifting sands.

    Grian remembered none of it.

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    The prize of the victor is to forget what they had to do to win. This causes problems for Scar, who has developed a fear of Grian and can’t tell him why.

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    19 Apr 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 35

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    He should have know it would happen, eventually. He was discovered, unmasked as a Watcher and sent away for the safety of the server. All of those living in Hermitcraft had any memories of him wiped, save a little ache in a soulmate's chest.

    Now he watches, and protects, and yearns.

    Title is from "Graceland Too" by Phoebe Bridgers.

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    19 Apr 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 16

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    Xisuma is absolutely terrified of water.

    He wouldn’t be caught dead admitting it though.

    Or, a ton of times X failed to tell anyone about his phobia, and the few times he couldn’t ignore it any longer.

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    16 Apr 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 17

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    Etho didn’t like touch. 

    This was understood amongst the Hermits. It was a thing. Just as Joel hated horses and Mumbo hated sitting still, Etho would shrink away from physical contact and stand on the outskirts of social situations. The Hermits understood that you didn’t touch Etho. 

    However, something being understood was very different to something being practised.

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    Etho hates touch. The hermits don't understand the breadth of his fear. He struggles to articulate this.

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    16 Apr 2026

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    “How do I know?” The kid spits, knife raised again, trembling violently. His eyes are wet, angry and pleading and piercing right down into Grian’s soul.

    “...If I can fly?” Grian asks, confused. His heart is beating fast.

    The boy shakes his head violently, taking a lurching step forward, now only a few feet away. Something about his eyes almost seems familiar, but the thought is fleeting. The knife looks sharp. The child is crying, slow tears that barely have an effect on his voice.

    No,” the kid says forcefully. “How do I know you’re not a zombie?

     

     

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    A young Scar fresh from a world overtaken by zombies stumbles through The Rift onto Hermitcraft, and is quickly adopted by the rest of the Hermits, who have no idea who he actually is.
    An older Scar grapples with a past that he'd rather forget, all while trying to avoid the version of himself he left behind a long time ago.

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    16 Apr 2026