#agere grian

[fisher-price]

hihi can I pls have an agere grian stimboard with toys and feathers? I don't know if you do mcyt stuffs or anything but I wanted to ask! thank you!

idm doing most mcyts!!!

Agere Grian Stimboard!!!

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[hermit-agere]

Been thinking about 3rd life a lot today! Grian gave Scar some paper and a few crayons and Scar drew him a little Jellie!

The desert gets cold at night which means a clingy little Scar to keep Grian warm!

[raincoveredgarden]

Some silly HermitCraft age regression headcanons I like!

Remember, these are entirely my opinion, you don’t have to agree! I might not even use them in my writing! It’s just for fun! :DD

- Keralis and Xisuma both have a very strong parental instinct! Though Keralis has the ability to tell when anybody is even slightly regressed. (He won’t tell a soul how he knows.)

- Ren has a very hard time not regressing when he sees another regressed person. It’s almost on sight.

- Ren chews through most chews he’s given and often feels very bad about it. Though his friends are very understanding and help him eventually feel better about it.

- Impulse and Etho are both caregivers and regressors!

- Grian is a complete cuddle bug while little. He has to be touching someone at all times, hand holding, hugs, cuddles, the whole shebang. He tries to deny it afterwards, chalking it up to avian instincts, but deep down he knows it’s true.

- Scar tries to have a stuffie with him at all times, he sees them like they’re alive and treats them as such.

- Bdubs can nap absolutely anywhere and everywhere. You could go to any hermit and they could give you a whole list of the strangest places they’ve found him sleeping. (Could be seen as age regression or not!)

- During the hippies days in s6, Impulse, Grian, and Ren would have little playdates, they’d play all kinds of board game or hide and seek. Sometimes Scar, False, and Doc would come over too! Or they’d all go to area 77, and have big movie nights!

- I have a feeling Decked Out 2 is a very overwhelming game, so Tango had a calm down/sensory room put in place in case anyone needed it! (Could also be seen for age regression or not!)

[tiny-paws]

would you do a cg!Grian moodboard pretty please ^^? with all his dad jokes and silly bits I feel like he'd be such a good cg, ty in advance <3 !! maybe a cuddly/pillow fort sort of vibe ><

for sure!!

you’re SO right, he would be a fantastic caregiver! i really like this idea, so here are some headcanons:

- grian being your cg would be so fun, there would be so many creative and energetic activities!!

- he would definitely make elaborate pillow forts with different rooms and entrances and everything, and deck them out with fairy lights, masses of pillows, electronics, etc.

- lots and lots of fun snacks! you’ll never just get a sandwich; it’ll be in a fun shape, fruits will be shaped to look like animals, meals will be organised in landscapes and scenes.

- SO many plushies. you will never be in a room without plushies. he probably buys every plushie he sees. but there are especially a lot of birds and plants.

i hope you like the moodboard!! thank you for requesting, and have a nice day :]

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[kkyunzip]

sillies :> i adore agere hermits esp when it's the two i project on a ton

[theconstellationprincess]

I have so many thoughts about the permit office oh my gosh

Listen listen listen, it’s like playing school isn’t it? Like Grians being the teacher and everyone is bending to his will cause he’s just a little guy and being in charge and stuff

Also!! The permit enforcers? They are playing dress up. Grian puts on a vest and now he’s super in charge, and Scar and Skizz get their own silly outfits too!! The babies causing chaos and doing rules

Also!! Grian coming up with fun stuff for littles to do?? Like here complete some quests, don’t cause chaos, there you go! Perfect babysitting technique

My sillies <3

[moths-wonderland]

Grian agere moodboard🦜⭐️💚

[little-skunk]

I made a comic strip of one of my favorite fics :)

I ended up coloring it by hand instead of using the fill tool so it took longer but it was fun!!

I just like the idea of Grian bein little in school and no one makes fun of him or anything :D

[jelliefishhhh]

Hello! Can I get a moodboard for a little grian fictive? With purple colors and soft moon/sun/stars imagery? Thank you so much!

Sorry for how late this is! Hope you like the moodboard :D

[babeyyopossumm]

old crayon doodls...

[hermit-agere]

Grian gets Scar a matching sweater because little Scar absolutely adores Grians sweater. Grians one is a bit too tight for him to he comfortable but Grian gets him a bigger one so he can match!

[monopoly-mountain-requests]

An age regression mood board for a life series Jimmy kin, with nests and cozy birds!

[babysizedfics]

1k words of my little!grian & cg!scar wip

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“Scarrr,” the all-too-common whine resounded around the room.

“Daddy’s busy,” Scar replied absentmindedly, distracted for that very reason.

He had invited Grian to keep him company while he waited in the upper levels of his Jellie farm, letting it do its magic. After a good hour of regular conversation and kidding around, it was time to enter the lower chamber to collect the fluffy grey treasures that awarded their patience. Scar was currently chasing around these treasures in his wheelchair, shoving raw fish in their faces until they loved him.

“Yeah, well Grian’s bored!” Grian groaned, dropping his forehead to a block of glass to drive his point home. The ginger cat that resided in the chamber behind the glass startled and darted around its confined space. (They had agreed to let the spare cats roam the server, just as soon as Scar had had the chance to tame his Jellies.) “And stop calling yourself that, s’weird…” Grian grumbled, his face smushed against the glass.

Tempting a Jellie towards him with a raw, slippery salmon, Scar hummed a faux noise of agreement and/or interest. Whatever it was that Grian had said, surely that covered what he wanted in response, Scar theorised.

“Scarrr!” An even louder whine, followed by a muted thump that Scar could only assume was a pathetic attempt at a foot stomp.

Theory disproved. Scar relented, dropping the fish on the floor and letting the wild Jellie snatch it and scurry back to the corner of the room. He had already acquired fourteen Jellies after all. Some people would say that was enough.

“Alright, alright, I know a cry for attention when I see one,” Scar teased, spinning his chair around with a big smile at his fluffy haired companion. “What’s got you all wound up, little man?”

“Gee, I dunno, maybe watching you chase fifteen versions of the same cat around a room for, like, half an hour?” Grian’s voice was all sarcasm, but not too much frustration. In a blur of red, Grian swung his arm up and a bunched up rag came flying at Scar.

He shrieked, arms flying up to shield his face. The rag (which was soaked in what Scar assumed, and hoped, was water) landed by complete chance in his hands with a wet slap.

“For your gross fish hands,” Grian explained, clocking Scar’s confused disgust. He dragged his feet on the floor over to where Scar was parked. Before Scar could argue that his hands weren’t that fishy, Grian had grabbed one of his wrists and lightly tugged it up to exclaim, “Oh my god, dude, your fingers are literally wrinkled!”

Scar’s own hand was shoved in his face to confirm that, yes, his fingertips were wrinkled from the amount of raw fish he had been handling. He sent a guilty (yet charming, he was sure) smile over at his best friend.

“Y’know what, Grian? I just had the best idea.”

The other’s eyebrows raised and his lips quirked into a light smile. “Oh yeah, Scar?” Grian played along, placing (not dropping) Scar’s hand back to his armrest. His fingers stayed resting on Scar’s wrist. “And what’s that?”

“Well, I’ve decided that we have been here long enough and should leave,” Scar explained casually, then grabbed Grian’s hand tight and whispered desperately, “Now.”

Grian broke into a burst of giggles. “That’s what I’ve been saying! And get your gross hands off me!” he cried, shaking Scar’s greasy grip off and leading the way to the door.

Scar hummed to himself in thought as he wiped his hand off on the rag, his chair also humming beneath him mechanically as he drove behind Grian. “No, I don’t think you’ve said that at all today.”

They broke out into the daylight, and Scar admittedly was glad to see the bright blue sky and fields of green stretching into the horizon.

“All I’ve heard you say were ‘Scar’, and ‘Scarrr’, and ‘Scarrr’—” Scar counted on his fingers, doing his very best Grian Whine, before the originator of said whine batted his hand back down.

“Okay, okay,” Grian groaned, though still with a smile.

“Can we please do something fun now?”

“Sure, fire away,” Scar indicated to Grian with the rag before chucking it to his other hand to finish cleaning off. After fussing for a good moment with a rascally scale that wanted to stay put under his fingernail, Scar looked up, only just realising Grian hadn’t said anything in reply. “Bud?”

Grian was looking a little lost, bashfully shrugging his shoulders. “Uh, I kind of hoped you could think of something?” he asked hopefully, voice raising to a pitch that meant he was trying to smooth things over.

“You didn’t even have anything in mind when you were begging to leave the Jellie farm?” Scar asked, playing shocked and affronted but really just mildly put out and amused.

“I— I just always think your ideas are, uh, more fun,” Grian lied, voice raising in a half-question by the end of the sentence. The smile on his face was a combination of smug, playful, and timid. “C’mon you always think of new games when I’m, y’know—” Grian’s shy code for regressed “—surely you can think of something on the spot.” The challenge was clear in Grian’s tone. Then it was made clearer by Grian’s finger poking repetitively into Scar’s cheek. “No pressure or anything. No pressure, Scar. No pressure.” 

Argument on his tongue, Scar was ready to insist Grian think of something for them to do, he was the one who begged for it after all… But then he had an idea. Oh, and this was a fine idea indeed. One he had been waiting for. One that was so very welcome.

You see, after being thoroughly swindled out of a hefty amount of diamonds by Bdubs, Scar had broken the cycle of pranking that was so common in their would and had instead gone quiet. Suspiciously quiet, he knew it seemed from the outside. But inside, he had been sitting back and waiting patiently for just the right scheme to come upon him. One that would annoy the heck out of Bdubs, be enough to get him grinding those perfect pearly whites to mere stubs, but one that didn’t cost too much in damages—to either his base or his ego.

That is, Scar’s base or ego of course; Bdubs’ pride and property, on the other hand, were about to take a major hit. Nothing too permanent, nothing out of bounds, nothing Bdubs wouldn’t recover from, eventually. Something teetering right on the edge. The perfect place for a prank to be.

Scar felt his face twist into a huge grin (and imagined himself as the Grinch) as he caught Grian’s persistent finger in a gentle pinch. (Was he even rhyming like the Grinch now?)

“Someone’s getting kinda testy, huh?” he asked with a very specific, practised voice—softer, bouncier, more teasing than his usual tone.

It was rewarded with an instant dusting of pink across Grian’s cheeks. Step one of the plan was officially in action.

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[duraznita-frescante]

🌱 — “and then we’ll have breakfast in the morning.”

⇒ regressor! grian & cg! mumbo

⇒ word count: 994

⇒ summary: the night mumbo tells grian he’s taking a break

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🌿 — my first tumblr fic hee hee this was written soooo long ago but I fixed it up some and I think it still holds up. just some good ol hurt comfort short and sweet. enjoy!!!

“What do you mean you’re leaving?”

Mumbo let out a shaky sigh. 

“Not for forever, just… Just for a while,” he tried. 

“That’s not— where? Where could you possibly go?” Grian asks frantically. 

“There’s much more out there than Hermitcraft, Gri, I want to see it, I need something different,” he tries to explain what he barely understands himself. 

“But— But…” Grian is overwhelmed, Mumbo could see it clear as day and he knew his birdy would be as well. 

“I’ll be back, I promise. I just need to clear my mind, work on myself, by myself,” Mumbo tried, not sure if he even fully believed himself . 

“When?” The winged man asked with a slight bite in his tone. He didn’t mean it, Mumbo knew he didn’t mean it. 

“Tomorrow night,” he answered as if it were an apology. It was just long enough to get everything sorted but short enough that he wouldn’t change his mind from now until then. 

Grian’s face screwed up in that particular way that Mumbo knew what was to come. He came close to quickly crashing little, barely opening his arms before being crashed into, wings enveloping him on either side. Soft sniffling followed shortly after. 

“Don’t keep your sad in, darling, you know I don’t like it when you hold back the tears,” Mumbo sighed, tugging Grian up and into his arms. The poor thing clung to him and let out choked cries. 

“It’ll be okay, sweet thing, I promise,” He comforted. 

Grian shook his head into Mumbo’s shoulder, “It can’t!” He cried. 

Mumbo smiled sadly. So dramatic, he would have said if Grian’s dramatics were not so sincere as they were now. 

“Yes, it can, darling, and it will. You have so many friends here to be with you and take care of you,” Mumbo began to choke up as well. 

A selfish, cowardly part of him had hoped that he didn’t have to deal with this part. That he wouldn’t have to go through the hurt of explaining to his baby that his caregiver was leaving for a very long time. But as much as it would hurt him, he knew it would hurt Grian about a hundred times more. 

“They’re not you! I need you.” Grian was a mess after that, all snot and tears. 

“I know, I know,” Mumbo responded softly. The little was far too small and upset to listen to reason anymore. Every little hiccup for air and rough sob made him want to take it all back, tell his birdy that it was all a cruel joke and that he’d never do such a horrible thing as leave his birdy all alone. 

But he couldn’t. Not for Grian. Not for himself. 

“You want a bath? Hm? When was the last time you groomed your wings?” Mumbo began to ask as Grian’s sobs turned to harsh hiccups. 

“Um… I— I dunno…” the younger mumbled. 

“That’s alright, let’s get you all nice and clean for bed,” Mumbo walked them both over to their master bathroom, setting a now regressed Grian down on the toilet lid, and began to run a warm bath for his birdy. 

Grian whined as Mumbo took his time checking the water temperature, leaving his side. 

“Oh, we can’t have that, shh…” Mumbo stood over the younger and held his face gently with his hands, rocking slightly to try and calm the little best he could. Once the water was getting near the top, he shrugged off his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his button-up. 

“Ready?” He asked quietly. 

Grian silently raised his arms in response, allowing Mumbo to undress him and place him in the bath with no fuss. Very uncharacteristic of the little, but Mumbo wouldn’t comment, he’s sure he has plenty on his mind right now. He took his time scrubbing over his partner as this would be the last time for a while. And oh that hurt so much to think about. 

“Close your eyes, darling,” Mumbo directed just as he had hundreds of times before. Grian quickly screwed his eyes shut, not wanting any water to run into his eyes. And just like hundreds of times before, Grains wings fluttered behind him as the water ran over his face, a deep-set instinct that never failed to make the both of them giggle. And today was no different, Mumbo sputtered as he was splashed with water and Grian laughed as if getting his caregiver soggy was the funniest thing in the world. 

“You always do this! I don’t know why I think it’ll be any different!” Mumbo exclaims with a smile. 

“You should have just come in here with me, then your clothes wouldn’t be ruined,” Grian shoots back, obviously ageing back up a bit enough to say full sentences without bursting into tears. But Mumbo knew better than to assume he was big again. He also knew that Grian was most definitely taking the “suppress my feelings until the problem is gone or until I physically cannot anymore” route to cope with his announcement of leaving. 

Mumbo wondered if he could even help him through that before he left, but he severely doubted he could. He’ll have to talk to Xisuma about it, to make sure Grian doesn’t spiral. 

“My clothes aren’t ruined, just a bit damp,” Mumbo explained carefully, not wanting to say anything to upset his little one any further. The wrong amount of teasing might just push him over the edge and devolve into tears once again.  

Eventually they finished up and Mumbo wrapped Grian in a fluffy towel and they spent the rest of the night sitting together by lamp light. Just as the oil began to burn up and the flame was about half as bright, a quiet voice piped up. 

“Don’t leave,” it begged. 

“I’ll be right here all night, Gri,” the other responded. 

“And then?”

“… and then we’ll have breakfast in the morning.”

[bbeanmomo]

I want some little friends who also watch hermitcraft,, Grian or Scar or Mumbo or Doc, anyone really :3:3:3:3:3:3

[rose022]

ultimate little activity is watching minecraft videos with my plushies and coloring!!! :)