#cat!grian

[nonhumanhermitheadcanons]

I like to headcannon grian as a Cat once in awhile. Push a glass of water off the counter when someone watches him type. Lets you rub his belly before going on the attack, that type. A little menace.

The hermits know if Grian's flicking his tail, it's a sign of danger. Though it sometimes shows his annoyance, they've come to recognise it as 'Grian just had an idea and he's about to make it our problem.'

He also has the tendency to show up at people's doorsteps and look pathetic until they take him in, or let him join whatever they're doing that day. Impulse especially has learnt to pack for an extra person on his trips - knowing, more likely than not, they'll find a Grian tagging along with them.

(He's also very weak to being scratched behind the ears but shhhh! Don't tell anyone!)

[freswoe]

for hermit fanon swap thingo

cat grian

cyborg impulse

monster gem

guardian ren

ok so i May have started writing a bit for guardian!ren and then it kind of got away with me (also some cat!grian towards the end, and a bit of avian!mumbo because i can't help myself). so. please enjoy and there Will Be More :]

There’s a reason why Ren wears sunglasses, and there’s a reason why he’s the king. The two aren’t mutually exclusive. 

“Are- do you like them, sire?” Bdubs asks as Ren turns the diamond sunglasses over in his hands, the stone cool against his skin. With the blue tint they’ll provide, it’ll almost be like he’s back again, in amongst the stone and faint light and almost-perfect silence. He holds the glasses up to his own eyes, stares into the lenses. They weigh less than he thought they might, but- no, wait, there’s the telltale purple enchantment shimmer. His current glasses - tinted black, for when he first emerged and the sun made his eyes ache - are heavy on the bridge of his nose, almost always slipping down just the tiniest amount. Not like they really have anything to rest on beyond his face.

(Where Ren’s ears should be is only a mass of hair, sticking upwards like the ears of a dog. It’s a good thing no-one’s ever tried to pet him like one; he isn’t certain they’ll like what they feel there).

Ren shakes himself, shoots a grin at Bdubs. Of course he noticed that his glasses were slipping, so he enchanted them to make them lighter. Feather-falling isn’t just good for boots, apparently.

“Absolutely, my dude! It’s super thoughtful of you. Thanks!”

Bdubs looks at Ren, unmoving. Ren looks at Bdubs, also unmoving. 

“Um, are you- are you going to put them on, sire?” he asks tentatively, and internally Ren curses.

“Oh! Oh, yeah, sure thing but- ah-” he stammers, searching for an excuse, something-

“I should put them on alone first,” he finishes lamely. “Ceremonial, right? All my subjects witnessing me in my new gear at the same time?”

Bdubs’ face falls and Ren wishes that he could tell him the truth - take off his glasses, take off the crown, fall before him and take his hands and tell him I’m sorry, it isn’t you, I’m just trying to protect you but he doesn’t. Bdubs bows deeply and leaves the throne room, shutting the door behind him, and Ren buries his face in his hands and sighs. 

The climb to the beacon is more difficult than he remembers. Then again, he still isn’t used to the diamond-encrusted robe and the weight of the crown on his head, but even so, when he reaches it he has to pause for a moment, survey the lands.

Under his kingship, the server is cleaning up. The redistribution of diamonds is working well, and it seems folks aren’t just completing his quests, but enjoying them too. Of course, there’s talk of a rebellion on the horizon, but frankly if there wasn’t talk of one, he’d start getting worried. They’re happy. More than that, they’re safe. 

That’s the duty of a king, isn’t it? Courage in battle, making strategic plans, governing frugally and governing generously, all of that stems from one simple goal: keep your people safe. 

A king is a warrior, a strategist, a friend, a protector of his people.

Ren tilts his head up, the beacon’s beam thrumming deeply next to him, shooting a bright beam of pure white into the heavens. He closes his eyes, and with one shaking hand (the other clutched so tightly to his new glasses that he’s thankful they’re made of diamond) he removes his old sunglasses.

A king is just a guardian by a different name. 

Ren opens his eyes.

“Grian,” Mumbo calls distantly. “Did- did you see that?”

With a herculean effort, Grian forces himself to stop batting at the hanging vines dangling from his bridge and latches onto them instead, clawing his way up to where Mumbo stands. His brow is furrowed slightly, and his wings (dusty grey-black, fading to red at the tips) are fluffed up the smallest amount. Grian’s ear twitches, but he manages to ignore the instinct for now. He can sneak-attack Mumbo later. 

“See what?” he asks nonchalantly.

“That,” Mumbo points, nodding towards Ren’s castle. “The beacon. For a second- I don’t know. I might’ve been seeing things.”

“No, you can’t just leave me with that! What did you see?” Grian pesters, tail flicking from side to side. 

“I’m really not sure,” Mumbo replies. “But it looked like- like, for just a second, there was a second beacon beam.”

“Huh,” says Grian. “Weird.”

And then he sneak-attacks Mumbo, of course. 

[150en]

From Gem's stream on 15.04.24 'hermitcraft - let's get back to work :D' [1:31:40~].

[periwinklemoonlight]

spooky ghost stories for @boatemvillagezine 👻

[ohnonotthehorrors]

Can I... talk about the theory that winners help craft the next game?

Because, and I really can not say this enough, it puts So Much into perspective.

Everything starts out Normal. Three lives, simple, cut and dry, there hasn't been a winner yet. No one to help craft the game. (And there's something to be said about how simple it really was. Not even a real expectation of the world becoming pvp or combative. No idea of the war to come)

Then Grian wins. The green killer, the man who vowed his first life to the one whose life he took. The next game the boogie man is born. A mechanic that allows and, in fact, demands, a green kill. People can trade lives back and forth, currency and debt wrapped up in one. (can we still be friends? Said the red partner. A life time later and reds are hostile, alone. Maybe it's an answer: No. Not anymore)

Scott wins this time. He refuses to play the game. He will not kill his team, he will love and he will do so fiercely and with all of himself. The next game people are attached through to their very souls. Every bit of damage to one soul is done to its twin. There is no boogeyman. (There is no way for a widow to be left without their love)

Pearl wins and she wins a blood bath. Spent the game draped in red, only wolves for company. Sitting in her tower, shivering in ice, maybe she wanted it to end. To see where it would. Limited life rewards you for killing, limited life has a clock tick tick ticking down, you always no how long you have. A curse yes, but a blessing too.

Now It's Martyn's turn.

And what a turn it is.

Keep your secrets, says the disloyal man, keep them well. Everything hurts, everything Matters, says the man fracturing with every loss. (What if we could love each other without hurting? Says The Hand, who never wanted to be coated in blood)

More importantly, Martyn has always seen the watchers below the surface. Now, they're right here in front of him. Something that could almost... be rebelled against, no? Something that someone else could finally point to and say: hey, hey isn't that familiar?

[cocoabats]

Jellies boatem adventures I drew for @shaklyart lovely Jellie collab!

[lolbatz]

Race to the top!!!

[ashiyn]

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i also like dragging my cats in the garden

[kkoct-ik]

its out! my completed piece for the summer portion of the @boatemvillagezine !!!

[scarland-artbook]

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[samgatinho]

redraw of a redraw of my first ever life series fanart !!!!

previous drawings under the cut :-)

january 2023, redraw

june 2022, original drawing

[daily-grian]

wishing everybody good vibes this week <3

[peskytimez]

gay gay homo gay

[solargeist]

Watchers' game !

my rough Evo timeline ....

"Evo as normal (-Life is normal. -Watchers are a background noise)

-> First contact (-The Watchers start talking to Grian. -Life is still normal. -Taurtis notices Grian talks to himself often.)

~~> Praising (The Watchers praise Grian on his building, his skill, everything. "you're so smart, so talented, you could be one of us.")

~-v Isolation ("what happened to your little friend ?" he just hasn't been around.)

-> Isolation (its fine.)

-> Isolation

~~> Acceptance

[periwinklemoonlight]

men who love cats are the pillars of the universe

[mcyt-cats]

help grian had to put maui outside of his office because apparently when he gets too riled up playing minecraft maui just comes and sits on his keyboard