#grian is fishing his own kind

[trashcanflagic]

Cod Boi Grian

Since he has been addicted to fishing so far, and people keep bringing up his likeness to the cod, I decided to draw Grian as a fish. Normally I draw him as a macaw so this was a fun change of pace. I made him an Atlantic cod. I was gonna make him the red one, but it was just too much red😅

[anony-mouse-writer]

grian as the strange man who appears suddenly on gem’s dock with no explanation. no one knows who he is.

no one saw him arrive and he has no car.

he’s never bought anything from the store, and a few locals said they saw him simply cooking and eating the fish he catches on the spot.

the only belongings he seems to own are his fishing gear.

when asked where he lives, he points to the cliff. there is a tiny blue house there, balancing precariously on wooden stilts. the house has never been there and no one’s seen it before, but the local gas attendant pulled up a 40 year old photo of her grandma on the beach, and sure enough, the tiny house is there, a wee speck of color hanging like a barnacle on the cold, wet bluff.

the age of his mysterious little home aside, no one’s sure when he visits it. he’s at his little dock before the earliest ships cast out, and the sickly glow of his lantern can be seen long into the coldest of nights.

the man has pulled the strangest things from the ocean. fish, to be sure, but other, stranger things. lily pads, far from their native biomes. fishing poles, tattered and worn, of various makes and styles- some look positively ancient. boots. giant shells with twisted patterns to match no living thing. a genuine horse saddle once. bowls. a bone that looked just a bit like a human femur.

and books. perfect, unblemished books, nearly glowing with some kind of energy and filled with a script both unfamiliar and unsettling to see.

he opens them each with a breathless anticipation that tastes like brine or maybe tears.

but whatever he sees in them is not what he wants, and each book is tossed aside with resigned disgust and something like despair, before the weathered pole is taken up to cast a line to sea once more.

[mwapollo]

It's safe to say that Grian's had enough.

All his labour is fruitless. He doesn't sleep, he doesn't eat much, too; his wings hurt from the lack of movement. He looks terrible: he hasn't shaved since he started fishing regularly. But it isn't necessary, really: he only sees his mirrored image in the river waves.

Besides, the only people he talks to are his nearest neighbours, or those who come to see the fool by the river.

Mumbo hasn't visited him once.

The last time they've met it all went... terribly wrong. So Grian decides to visit Mumbo himself -- humbly: the last prank was quite enough. Humbly, as an old friend would.

As Grian approaches, he sees Mumbo pulling a diamond out of his pocket-- and burning it.

Grian: What-- did you just do??? Mumbo: Hi, Grian. Well, I have... kind of a new practice. Grian: Throwing money around? Mumbo: Burning a diamond every time a bad thought comes up.

Grian: …

Huh, that's new.

Grian: You aren't glad to see me? Mumbo: No, no, I'm-I'm-- glad. It's just that you have a… um. Your beard is overgrown. It hurts to see it.

There is too much in Grian: shock, indignation, and at the same time there's apathetic acceptance, which he has managed to get used to during this month of disappointments. Ren told him about it the other day -- but Grian didn't expect to feel this on his own skin.

Many hermits say that Mumbo's changed.

Grian: …huh. You know, I actually came to you to show it off.

Mumbo sighs loudly and burns another diamond.

Mumbo: I'm sorry, friend, this is unbearable. Grian: Don't be. I understand. But you'll get used to it. As i did for looking at this…

Grian looks up.

Grian: … this thing. Mumbo: --What? Grian: Well, it's-- it's kind of your base, right? It just seems to me that your old projects were better. At least they fit into the landscape.

Mumbo: …

It doesn't take long for him to burn another diamond, and Grian smiles with satisfaction subtly.

Mumbo: Right. I get you. You don't have to continue this. What did you want? Grian: Oh, no-no. How many diamonds do you have there? Is there at least ten more? Mumbo: I said you don't have to continue this. I'm sorry for what I said about your... new look. Grian: This is your new practice, isn't it? Go on. Look at me a little longer, maybe you'll burn a few more? Mumbo: Grian! Grian (laughing): Come on, come here. I can kiss you, if you want to be the poorest hermit.

Mumbo stares at him, quietly. Grian giggles with a sound of lump in his throat.

Grian: I wanted to talk to my-- old friend, but it seems he's not here at the moment. Please tell him that I miss him when he comes back.

He's been carrying his feelings for so long; every time Grian hopes that this time will be different -- and it's different now. But not how he ever imagined it.

It's not how it was, too. And it's started way before Ren's failure. Was it in the caves, as other hermits told him? Or when the new world has just been created? Or...

But it's not how it was back then. Grian knows it: somenting's different. Is it his fault, is it Mumbo's fault? And why--

Why had they been waiting for each other for a gruelling year if they don't even see each other now? When they meet, as distant neighbours -- why cannot they look in each other's eyes?

Grian: Well, goodbye then.

Mumbo looks away, pretending to do something with his tools.

Mumbo: Goodbye. And sorry again.

Grian leaves him.

[babygirlbdubs]

Hello Technoblade voters!

So, your guy lost to the GoodTimes. Maybe you don’t know who to vote for now. I mean, if Technoblade isn’t immune to the good times… who is?

I propose to you: Ethoslab.

Now, if you don’t know who Etho is, lemme give you a rundown.

he’s one of THE og minecraft letsplayers. your favorite minecraft youtuber? yeah, etho is probably one of the reasons they got into mcyt. etho is your favorite mcyt’s favorite mcyt

he’s faceless, and has been for his entire 12+ year youtube career

he has only changed his skin once or twice in those 12 years, and the most recent one was to remove the extra face on his torso because he didn’t know how previously

that skin is literally just kakashi naruto

etho is a god at redstone. he basically invented half the redstone that’s used today. hopper clock? that’s etho’s. i mean… he’s invented a storage system that lets you search for a specific item. it’s called the googler because it’s basically a search engine.

he is an absolute NERD (/aff) and insanely smart

he is genuinely kind to his friends, and has a very sweet yet mischievous demeanor. though, even his friends will call him mysterious

he’s canadian so like… arctic/antarctic solidarity… right?

he has spent many many MANY years perfecting a PVP arena game called Battle Bane. look it up. it’s insane.

actually, all the minigames he’s made are pretty insane. and most of them involve death. i mean. he had one called Hurtin’ Hermits where the whole goal was to kill the other hermits as much as possible and enact chaos

I could go on and on about Etho and what he’s like. HOWEVER. I think it’s more interesting to tell you how he’s portrayed by the fandom.

etho tends to be portrayed as a quiet, broody, mysterious guy despite actually being a bit of a goofball

he’s drawn not as kakashi naruto, but more often, a hot twink that can range from sad puppy to sexy dude covered in blood in the span of a single post

some people headcanon him to be as old as the universe, and tied to the void

he has multiple popular animal traits, from catboy to bunny to most commonly arctic fox

there’s etho titty tuesday. there’s. i mean. there’s etho titty tuesday.

i mean really, just… go into the ethoslab tag and you can see all the ways he’s portrayed.

And if that’s not convincing enough, here are some things he’s done in canon to hopefully sway you.

in season 7 of hermitcraft, he had a shop called Shade-E-E’s, where people could sign other people up to basically get harassed (/lh) by Etho’s shenanigans. “Free Glass” meant panes of light grey glass hidden in all your chests so you couldn’t put things into the chest. “Gardening” meant beehives hidden throughout your base so you would hear buzzing at random. “Pest Relocation” meant spawning endermites in your home.

also in season 7, he had the shop Sneak-E-E’s, which was a secret popup shop where he undercut prices or sold rare item overstock. you could only buy while it existed, and only when you could find it. the first time it was built was up in the sky, all out of shulker boxes so it wouldn’t render in until you got close. the second time was in the unused floor of Mayor GoodTimesWithScar’s shop. scar had no idea for. a while.

in last life, he scammed scar out of a life to give to bdubs, and then promptly killed scar and stole the enchanter. oh yeah, he did it with a fishing rod, too.

in season 9, he moved into bdubs’ basement without telling bdubs

in season 9, he also started late. so, in order to catch up, he exiled himself to a place untouched by the other hermits and wouldn’t let himself come back until he was able to defeat a full raid on his own. it didn’t take him long.

in double life, he and joel were paired, and were the most chaotic duo on the server. they hunted people for sport (notably, grian and scar) and burned things down for fun. “the ship burns everything burns” chanted as they set the entire map on fire

in last life, he went around trying to intimidate people into giving him gifts and he would spare their life. pretty much everyone was instantly afraid of him.

actually, most of the hermits are pretty intimidated by etho. including goodtimeswithscar.

also, most of the hermits are ethogirls.

etho and scar end up on opposing sides in pretty much everything, especially the life series (which is a funky lil hardcore battle royale). they are traditionally enemies. they pick fights with each other for fun.

If you want vengeance for Technoblade— blood for the blood god— vote Ethoslab.

Sincerely, Ethogirls

[stiffyck]

hello i am fuckin obsessed with the desert duo mer art u posted like an hour ago if there's any more lore u want to share I would love to hear it!

Copying a message here:

Mumbo is a prince, Grian is his royal guard. Scar is a lonely deep water fish of some kind living alone in a cave.

(All of them are mermaids)

Grian gets chased and hurt one time by hunters/fishermen and manages to get away only to run into scar, a deep water fish everyone is scared of. People talk and say they’re all hostile savages basically.

So when Grian first meets scar he’s hurt and he’s terrified-

There’s a deep water fish with sharp teeth and claws and he thinks he’s gonna die. But scar is just overly friendly and keeps trying to be a good host- he never gets any visitors!

He doesn’t realise Grian is scared because he’s been alone for so long and he doesn’t read people well.

Grian maybe passes out at some point because blood loss and then wakes up once he's all fixed up while Scar is trying to make him some food.

After some time Grian realises that this guy is just. Living in this poor little cave that he calls home. And it looks sad. All his stuff is old and broken and Grian thinks to the luxury they live in and he starts to think…. Are the rumours true at all? Have they been treating the deep water folk so badly- when they didn’t deserve it?

Anyway Grian sneaks scar into the palace they have and mumbo has been worried sick because his favourite guard was attacked and then went missing-

So when he sees him with scar he panics of course

Another idea was that the bad boys are the royal guards and grian is mumbos personal guard.

Which would give us a great scene where Joel and jimmy find grian and scar and think scar is keeping grian hostage and they pull out their weapons- which is what makes scar very much defensive and something in griands mind clicks

The deepwater folk aren't hostile, they're defensive. Of course they're gonna act hostile when they come at them with their weapons raised.

Edit: forgot to tag the beloved @angeart who worked on this au with me

Also thank you to @wren-kitchens (everyone pls thank him this au wouldn't exist otherwise-) who made me brainrot over mermaids and gave me this idea with their own au

[tyxaar-fics]

I wrote a thing vaguely based on Scar’s tweets recounting Grian’s fishing addiction lol.

Fishing spot

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: GoodTimesWithScar & Cubfan135, Grian & GoodTimesWithScar, Cubfan135 & Grian Characters: GoodTimesWithScar, Grian, Cubfan135

If there was anyone who knew what being possessed looked like, it was Hermitcraft's resident Vex population.

"He's still at it, still fishing."

Scar adjusted his binoculars from his perch atop Magic Mountain, eying up where his friend stood unmoving by the inlet. He'd been at it for weeks now, the last break Grian took was to build a little pier space for more fishing, and it was around that point that his suspicions got strong enough to warrant a proper investigation. So, he called in Cub for company.

"That makes it... three days at this point, three days of fishing without breaks. No sleeping, either." Cub muttered as he made a note in a little chart they were putting together. Scar didn't think it was needed, but a record didn't hurt he supposed.

Grian pulled in something, a salmon? Certainly a fish of some kind, and dumped it in a barrel before throwing his cast again. Some of their friends occasionally joined him in his fishing, (Gem seemed strangely into it as well, something else to investigate.) but other than that, everyone was running around, making traps, mining, and were just generally too busy feeling the high of a new world to really notice just how strange and off-seeming Grian was being. Even when he wasn't fishing, he seemed to itch to go back to it, a weird pull towards the ocean. He always carried his rod and tackle box around now.

Scar put the binoculars down and rubbed his eyes, he probably shouldn't stare through them for so long, but this was fascinating.

"I told you Cub, he's possessed! Do you think whatever's got him is also behind Big Salmon?"

That got an eyeroll out of his friend. "Nah man that’s just a joke that got out of hand." 

"Well, that’s just what Big Salmon wants you to think."

Cub chuckled slightly at the comeback, leaning back on the grassy cliff.

"That's some definite possession right there though. He seems to have some partial control in more lucid moments, but the ocean’s got him good."

Scar blew a cherry petal from his nose and flopped down on the grass as well. 

"I told you the fishing wasn't normal. You know Cub, I'm surprised you're not trying to get your claws on whatever's got theirs in Grian given your track record.”

As they chatted absentmindedly on the mountaintop, it occurred to Scar that anyone else would probably be taking the situation more seriously. After all, a friend of theirs had been possessed by some strange entity binding him to the ocean and it clearly didn't care about Grian's wellbeing, given that he hadn't slept in three days and only ate raw fish. Every part of this should be concerning.

But, Scar and Cub were exactly the wrong people to get concerned. After all, it'd been years since their Pact with the Vex and those first couple times waking up 500 blocks from their beds and panicking, and the feeling of giving in to the Hunger when it got too much… It was old news, that. The Convex were intimately familiar with the feeling of drifting to the back of your head and letting something else take your body and mind for itself, as well as the strange empty euphoria that came with it. Eventually, they just... got used to being possessed every now and again. It was just how life came and went now. Perhaps it was why Scar so eagerly gave in to the Boogey curse and red haze when they came during the games.

"Fishing is fun, but I’m good. I also don’t think the Vex would like me to be taken by the ocean." Cub gave another eyeroll and went back to reading through their Grian fishing notes again.

There was an argument to be made that his fellow Vex had gotten addicted to it, the feeling of being possessed. He denied it, but Scar knew better than most. After all, he seemed positively eager to let himself be taken by the Skulk, the infection spreading and taking root far quicker than one would expect. And a similar situation also happened with the Pharaoh. Not even mentioning that when Demise came both times Cub went overboard, he gave in to the violence and the traps. Scar could practically feel the buzzing bloodied magic wrapping its claws around his friend's mind.

Regardless, this wasn’t them this time, it was Grian. He was new to the whole thing. Scar frowned slightly and sat back up to take another look at his angler friend.

”Do you think we should be more worried?”

”Hm?” Cub paused his note-taking to glance over.

“Do you think we should be worried that Grian’s possessed?” He waved towards the pier, where Grian was busy reeling in a particularly stubborn catch. ”I mean, it doesn’t seem to be taking good care of his body.”

Cub seemed to take some pause and consider that fact, staring at Grian for a few seconds. “Uuh maybe? I dunno how worried we should be, Scar. If he gets that enchantment he wants and doesn’t stop the fishing it might be good to intervene.”

He gave a nod in agreement. ”Sounds like a plan.”

Scar then flopped back down on the cherry-scattered grass, letting the sun dance through the petals falling on his face and taking in the soft evening light. Cub and him would continue their watch from from atop the cliff and keep an eye on any developments for a while. Although, now seemed like a perfect time for a nap amongst the blossoms.

After all, it’s rude to try and take away what something else had claimed for itself. The ocean could keep Grian for now.

[endcrman]

Allostasis

(Chapter 2)

As a general rule of thumb, Grian doesn’t do public servers for a multitude of reasons. This one hadn’t even made it onto the list.

TW for implied sexual assault, PTSD symptoms, Self-Neglect, and minor Disordered Eating

Read the whole fic here.

-

Grian woke to more messages. Some from hermits, but he didn't bother looking at those too closely, too preoccupied with the hours-old notification in the universal chat.

samgladiator: griannnnnnn

samgladiator: i know you havent blocked me grian cmon

samgladiator: are you mad about the redstone thingy? i was just goofing and gaffing you know what im like lol

Grian laid his head back against his pillow, eyes closed as he tried to figure out how to respond. His eye hurt. He didn't want to get out of bed. He didn't want to build, he didn't want to fish, he didn't want to work on anything right now. He was tired.

His comm buzzed again.

GoodTimeWithScar: hey grain, how are you doing after yesterday?

Grian: bit tired, but just fine! thanks for checking in

He was tapping out a lie before he could even think about it, not wanting to worry Scar. He had enough to concern himself with even before Grian was involved, he didn't have to add any more stressors to his plate.

Scar said something else, but Grian had closed his messages already, opening Sam's again, staring at them. What was he even supposed to say to that? Call him out on his bullshit? Laugh along with his shitty excuse of a joke? A voice in the back of his head was telling Grian to block him, but that would just make Sam mad, he reasoned.

Grian: what do you want sam

He regretted the message the instant he sent it, flinching as he turned off his comm again. Why was he so stupid? Why couldn't he leave well enough alone?

Grian turned over on his side, pulling a pillow over his head with a groan as the communicator buzzed. If only he hadn't just woken up, then he could fall asleep again and ignore all of this for even longer. 

Of course, Grian had no such luck. Instead he laid there, staring at the blank wall in front of him.

His comm buzzed yet again and Grian let out a bitter laugh, he could almost imagine Sam staring in anticipation at his own comm, waiting for Grian to get back to him after all this time. It was kind of pathetic, if that was what he was doing. How lonely was he?

And yet, Grian was reaching over to read his messages anyways.

samgladiator: i'm sorry.

samgladiator: like for real. no jokes. i know we were really messed up as kids and ive been working on it i promise. i guess i saw you and it just felt like we were kids again. fucked up but still in it together. i didnt mean it

He was still trying to process the words when another message came through, automatically populating the chat.

samgladiator: you can keep ignoring me if you want, i get it :( but if youre ever willing, i wanna make it up to you. text me whenever

He was going to throw up. There were a few panicked moments as he dug through his chests, silently pleading to anyone listening that he actually had a bucket up in his base, not just lost in his chest monster down below. His wishes were answered luckily, however unneeded, as he curled over the metal bucket on the floor, retching and dry heaving. His stomach was already empty, bile burning his throat, but that wasn't enough to curb the ill piercing it's way through his entire being.

Grian wasn't sure how long he sat there, bucket in his lap as his body tried to evacuate his stomach's non-existent contents. He was trembling when he finally managed to stop gagging, the bucket empty aside from a couple stray tears that had made their way down his cheeks. He was so tired again.

Shakily, he set the bucket down on the ground, easily accessible just in case. The sound of metal meeting the wooden floor was so, so loud in his ears, echoing around his base, making him flinch. Grian took a deep breath, carefully getting up on two wobbly legs before rolling into bed again. He should eat. 

He didn't get up, falling asleep again.

-

I'm sorry. Sam might as well have written those words on the inside of Grian's eyelids, as often as he was stuck thinking about them. Sam didn't apologize, that was part of what made him so insufferable to begin with, always convinced that he was in the right. So what the hell was this?

Grian wasn't sure how long it had been since he received those last messages from Sam, not really bothering with the passage of time. He'd spent most of said time thinking, turning over what had happened and what Sam had said in his head, picking at pieces of food he had laying around the base, and making up excuses to not have to see any other hermits.

He knew he was in a sorry state, and he knew he had to pull himself together before anybody saw him. Unfortunately, the universe seemed to have other plans.

“Grian!” Joel's voice was loud, Grian almost didn't recognize it as his own name, directed towards him. He pulled a pillow over his head, squeezing his eyes shut. Maybe if he ignored him, he'd go away.

That was too much to hope for though. Why would Joel ever go away when he could cause problems instead?

“Grian! It's Sunday!” His voice was getting closer, and all Grian could think to do was hold the pillow even tighter over his head. “It's Sunday and you're not at the permit office! Get your butt out here! Or else I'll come in, and drag you out of your birdhouse by your scrawny little ankles, I swear to-'' Joel's voice peaked in both volume and proximity the same time it petered off into uncertainty. Then, it was quieter again. “Grian?”

Grian just groaned in response, holding the pillow even tighter over his head, maybe he could suffocate in it. Then he would respawn, Joel would laugh it off, call him some names for being stupid enough to do something like that, and everything would go back to normal instead of whatever else was about to happen, whatever lecture he was about to receive.

No such luck. Instead he felt a touch on his forearm, something he instinctively rolled away from which left him looking up at the other, wide eyes meeting even wider. He opened his mouth to say something, but couldn’t force anything to come out. He noticed too late to stop just how tightly he was clutching the pillow to his chest, he must look like a mess.

Joel slowly withdrew his hand, and judging by how his brows furrowed and ears flattened against the top of his head the mess part was definitely true. Without wasting another moment, Joel schooled his expression into something more neutral— as if his tail flicking back and forth didn’t give him away— and sat bodily onto the foot of Grian’s bed, bouncing on the mattress.

“You seem busy, the permit office can wait,” he said with a shrug, not looking directly at Grian. He sat cross-legged, pulling his tail into his lap to brush the fur into place, pulling out a leaf and dropping it on the floor without even checking if Grian would care. His wings itched at the reminder of what could be. “Impulse’s wall is starting to get some graffiti on it, have you had a chance to see? Gem’s got a real good tag up there, I think you’d like it.”

Grian was silent, pulling his legs up just a bit so they weren’t in Joel’s way and shifting onto his back to look up at the ceiling instead of the tanuki in front of him. He couldn’t tell if this was better or worse than if the other had just confronted him about what was going on.

“I’ve actually been thinking about what I want to put on it,” Joel continued after a moment, as if the other actually had responded. Grian’s muscles ached from the sudden movements after what felt like days of disuse, leading to him stretching his legs out again, around Joel this time, but he didn’t seem to mind. “I need to put something up over by my base, I couldn’t stand it if it didn’t match my build, even if it was undeniably fantastic.”

He just kept talking, filling the empty air with his voice. Grian wouldn’t admit it, but it was sort of soothing, having somebody else around instead of just jumping from thought to thought, getting lost in them and feeling worse and worse.

It did start feeling awkward after a little, having Joel sit while he laid in bed, so Grian forced himself to sit up even as his muscles protested, at least a little, leaning back against the headboard of his bed.

“Thought you might have fallen asleep or something,” Joel joked once Grian had settled, making him look away in embarrassment. “I wouldn’t have blamed you, you look blummin’ tired, huge bags under your eyes. Something bothering you?” He asked, as if the answer wasn’t obvious. Grian only shrugged, not trusting his voice after so long, thankfully Joel didn’t push for an answer beyond that, coming to the same conclusion. “Stupid question, sorry. New question, when’s the last time you got out of bed?”

Grian must have made a face at that, because Joel laughed before managing to catch himself, snapping his mouth shut, which pulled the quietest huff of laughter out of Grian in turn. Just that by itself made his throat hurt a bit.

“Don’t laugh at me, I’m trying to be a good friend here.” Joel’s tone was light, and his smile made it clear he considered the small noise a success. “Hey, bed boy, let’s get you up and clean, how’s that sound? You go shower, and I’ll make you some real food.”

He wanted to protest, but his throat felt all closed up, and his traitor of a stomach growled at the thought of something other than stale bread for the first time in forever. Instead he pouted, petulant, and held his hands out.

“Yes!” Joel pumped his fist, making Grian roll his eyes. This was so stupid. “Sorry, come on, let’s get you moving again.” He slid off the bed first, taking Grian’s hands and helping him stand up. He almost fell at first, leaning far too much of his weight onto Joel, his legs wanting to do nothing but lay down again. “Careful, can you stand by yourself?”

It took a couple hundred ticks for him to stop swaying, and a couple more for him to finally stand on his own, wings spread just a bit to help him keep balance. He took a deep breath, trying to think of anything but said wings.

“Good job, you’re doing great,” Joel murmured, and it didn’t sound mocking at all, but Grian couldn’t help himself from ruining everything good that happened to him.

“I’m not a child,” he croaked out, voice rough from disuse, it almost didn’t sound like him.

Joel must have thought the same, because he looked shocked, though he quickly gathered himself again. “I know you’re not,” he scolded gently, too kind, “but you look like you’ve been through hell and back, and I want to make this as easy for you as possible."

And now he felt bad, guilty, for ever considering anything different than that. “Sorry,” he managed, even quieter, but Joel shook his head.

“Go get cleaned up, alright? I’ll make some food for you.” He brushed Grian’s hair out of his eyes, brows furrowing again, and he only pulled away when Grian nodded, throat hurting too much to say anything else at the moment.

He didn’t think Joel was going to find anything to make in his base right now, having neglected to actually fill many of the chests, Grian was lucky to have had enough bread to last him as long as it had. Regardless, he made his way to the tiny shower he’d managed to cram into the base, cranking the water heat up as high as it could for now and carefully pulling his t-shirt he’d been wearing for void knows how long off over his wings. He crinkled his nose, imagining the smell he’d become blind to and immediately feeling grateful that Joel hadn’t said anything about it.

Grian kicked off his pants without much fanfare and immediately dove into the shower, melting under the hot water. Now that he was made aware of it, he could feel the layer of grime that was surely there covering his skin, burning water finally melting it away. He carefully sat on the floor of the shower, barely managing to fit in the small space, especially with his wings. He took a deep breath, resting his head on the wall behind him, and just soaked it up like a fish left out of the river for too long, he chuckled softly to himself at the comparison.

He must have dozed off or something, because he jolted awake at the sharp knock on the door, and Joel's voice coming from just outside of it. “You alright in there Grian? Food’s almost done!”

“Y-yeah!” He called back before even thinking about it, regretting it immediately, voice scratchy. His throat hurt, but he didn't have time to worry about that, fumbling for the shampoo among the other bottles in the shower with him.

He definitely spent too much time just sitting under the water, so he tried to properly clean himself up as quickly as possible, so Joel wouldn't be left waiting. It wasn't long before he was out again, towel around his waist, hair and feathers dripping as he peeked out the door into the rest of the base.

“Joel?” He tried not to speak too loudly, not wanting to irritate his throat more, but he needed the other's attention. It seemed the other wasn't wandering far though, with how quickly he reappeared. “Can you-” He coughed. “Can you bring me clean clothes?”

Joel brightened up the more he spoke, nodding quickly as his tail swished behind him. “Of course! Be right back!” And he was off again.

He was back just as quick, and Grian didn't have the energy to ask him how he managed to find everything so easily, and whether or not his closet was left in decent state. Instead he closed the bathroom door again, pulling on clean clothes and already feeling a bit better. The sweater topped that feeling off, covering him like a security blanket. He shook the water out of his hair and wings before padding out into the main room again, catching a whiff of something that smelled amazing.

“Hey,” Grian's gaze fell on Joel, who was setting up a place for him to sit. “Your hair's a mess still.”

He blushed, shrugging his shoulders. He sat down before Joel even suggested he did, feeling tired.

“I can brush it for you,” he offered, setting down a grilled salmon in front of Grian, whose mouth was watering already. “I've done it for Lizzie before, I promise not to pull.”

“Did you catch this?” Grian asked instead, forcing himself to slow down before he ate the whole thing immediately.

“Borrowed one of your poles, figured you wouldn't mind too much,” Joel explained, setting a steaming mug down in front of him too.

He hummed softly in response, forcing himself to slow down after a couple bites and taking a sip of the tea Joel had made him. Far too sweet.

“I added some extra honey,” either Joel was reading his mind, or he'd made a face without realizing. “Your throat sounded pretty rough, it'll be good for you.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled, truly meaning it, whether it sounded that way or not. Joel was pretty quiet while he finished eating, puttering around the small base, occupying himself. Eventually he finished, pushing the plate away for later, and he heard Joel coming up behind him.

“I found your brush, mind if I take care of your hair?”

Grian sighed, a little smile creeping onto his face. “I guess, you promised not to pull though,” he reminded the other, head tilting back a bit.

“And I meant it!” Joel sounded offended, though he snickered after a second. “It'll help, you'll feel more like a person,” he murmured, and Grian felt him starting to work his fingers through his hair.

“You've been helping a lot already,” Grian admitted softly, relaxing easily into the touch. How long was his hair now? It couldn't be too much longer than he usually kept it.

“Glad to hear,” for once Joel didn't sound smug or full of himself, just genuinely glad. “How long have you been out of it?” The brush started working it's way through his hair.

“Dunno,” Grian mumbled, taking a deep breath. “Since… Since I last went off server,” he felt himself tense a little at the reminder, wings twitching.

“With Scar and Mumbo?” Joel kept his tone even, non-judgemental for once. “They mentioned your eye, was that what happened?”

A hand suddenly flew up to his eye, gently touching the skin near it. “P-part of it. Is it still there?” He'd been avoiding looking in the mirror since.

“Barely,” Joel assured him, and the motion of the brush through his hair started relaxing him again. “I only noticed because I knew to look for it. You said part, what else happened?”

He felt like his throat was closing up, eyes watering a little. “My- my wings,” he managed out, taking a deep breath. “Something happened.”

“Something,” Joel repeated, hands never stopping. “Are they alright? Nothing broken at least? They don't look broken.”

“N-nothing broken,” Grian confirmed, feeling them tremble, just a little. “Don't really wanna-”

“That's fine,” Joel murmured, and it was quiet for a moment. “With me? Or with anyone?”

He didn't know how to answer that, opening his mouth to begin speaking, only to close it when he couldn't think of anything. No, not Joel specifically, but he wasn't sure who, if he would anyone.

“I usually braid Lizzie's hair when I'm done,” Joel said nonchalantly, the brush regretfully leaving Grian's head, “but yours is pretty short. We could try a little ponytail if you want, I think it'd be fun.”

Grian shook his head, reaching for the mug of tea again. Knowing Joel, he'd gather up all the hair in front of his head, pull it all together right on his forehead… Though maybe not today specifically.

There was silence for a bit, comfortable, until Joel decided to speak again. “Would you tell Mumbo?”

Grian froze. Would he? He could. Mumbo knew the kind of stuff he went through when he was young, even if just vaguely. He was scared though, there was always the chance, no matter how small, that Mumbo would scold him when he found out just how deep that rabbit hole went.

“Careful, you'll shatter that,” Joel warned him, moving to take the mug from his white-knuckled hands, setting it down on the table again. Grian hadn't even noticed how tightly he'd been holding onto it. “Not Mumbo then, what about Scar?”

Scar. Scar didn't know any of it. At least, he knew less than Mumbo, he'd have less context clues to put it all together, he'd be reliant on the details Grian told him, and only those.

“... Maybe, I don't know,” he answered honestly, tracing the grain in the table with his finger.

“Maybe is better than no, or trying to shatter a cup of boiling tea all over yourself,” Joel was being dramatic, it wasn't even steaming anymore. “Why don't you take a nap? I'll get him over here in the meantime, I think he'll help, even if you don't tell him.”

Grian hadn't even realized how tired he was again, the thought of a nap sounding much more pleasing to him than it usually would. He didn't even think to argue, nodding as he carefully got up from the table, a yawn escaping him.

“Careful now,” Joel warned, helping him to bed. Grian would have taken offense at that were he not so exhausted, and the second he was laying down again he was out like a light.

[nix-writes-mcyt]

Yup, I'm obsessed.

Hello! It's the anon that sent 3 paragraphs in one single... I'm not really sure what to call it because it wasn't exactly a request. I'm glad I was able to brighten your evening, and honestly I was a bit worried you'd think I was being a bit over the top (social anxiety, my number one enemy). Surprise, though! I actually have a request this time! I loved your yan!grian drabble and one-shots so much I couldn't wait to finish the EVO smp before sending in a request of my own.

If you could, do you think you could write a yan!grian x reader one-shot. I was daydreaming a bit and it wandered off to a plot where basically, the reader acted as almost a lost puppy with grian. Following him everywhere, showing a clear fondess towards him with their loyalty, and just constantly being by his side. As time goes on, he's so used to their company that when they aren't near him, it becomes almost maddening. It's almost an obsessive need to have them around him, to protect them, to keep them with him.

It's a very rough idea, but it's been on my mind for a while, and maybe you could play with it a bit more in your own way (if you'd like to that is!). And my goodness, this one was just as long, or maybe even longer then the other message(?) I sent to your inbox. I am once again apologizing for that fact.

It's okay anon, I had a lot of fun with this and I hope you enjoy it. I really hope it's the kind of thing you were looking for! P.s this is my first S10 fic!!

How Could You Say No?

Oneshot Contains: Low key yandere, Fluff (unhealthy), manipulation

Warning: This is not healthy behaviour! I write for entertainment but please be aware than in real life this type of behaviour from both parties is not healthy nor acceptable. If you find yourself in a situation like this please let someone know and stay safe! ----------------------

With a new season came new opportunities. It had been an interesting start, that was for sure.

This time around many people had decided to take it slow and enjoy the new world, which of course you decided to do as well. You'd been invited on an adventure to find a home, an adventure where your crush was going too. How could you say no?

So to the mountain you'd gone, messing around. But soon enough people began to claim land. You claimed some right next to Grian.

You'd had a crush on him for some time, but never had the chance to get to know him, this season you wanted to change that.

Then the fishing began. You liked fishing, but it was much more enjoyable being around Grian. Plus, that change did happen, the two of you got to know each other well, talking all the while catching fish and treasure. You fished for hours upon hours, day after day. Grian even built a little fishing hut for the two of you to have some shelter, which was incredibly sweet of him.

It hadn't taken much longer for Grian to build a house either, yours popped up about a week after than. All the while the two of you still spent time together. Grian would invite you everywhere, mining, fishing, of course you'd go.

You'd been surprised when he asked you to be his, but happy. So very happy. The next day he gifted you a fully enchanted pickaxe, which of course you couldn't refuse. It was a gift after all.

When shops started popping up the two of you would go together, spending diamonds Grian insisted you have a share of. He helped you gather resources, although soon enough there was no need for them. Grian asked you to base with him, how could you say no?

The two of you spent even more time together, chopping down trees, mining through stone. Anything and everything you did, you did together. You have done ever since the server began.

Which brings us to today, you and Grian, sitting by the sea. Today there is no fishing, no need to fish, but Grian had asked you to come with him to sit by the ocean. So you did.

Your thoughts were left to wander, and suddenly you were left thinking of the empty wall in the kitchen and how you had the perfect painting at your house. Not that you had lived there, or even visited, in some time.

"G, I've figured out a solution to our empty wall problem." You say, breaking the silence. "Oh yeah?" "Yes, I know the perfect painting. I'll have to go get it though."

"Go get it? Now?" He asks. "I can, probably should really. You know what I'm like for remembering this kind of thing." You laugh sheepishly.

"But we're enjoying the ocean, like we used to. Can we go another time?" "I can go myself, it's only at my old house." You say.

Suddenly Grian's eyes are on you, you can feel them almost burning a hole in the side of your skull. "You can't go there alone, it could be dangerous." You turn to look at him, shrugging. "It can't be that dangerous, besides, I can handle myself." His eyes darken.

"I don't want you to get hurt, you know that. What would I do if you got hurt and I wasn't there to help?" You didn't think about that. "I, well, you can come with me then. I want to get this painting, it'll be perfect."

Grian sighs, taking your hand in his. "Okay, we'll go get it. I can't let you go alone." You smile at his words. He stands, helping you up.

The walk to the house is longer than you remember, and sure enough it's in a bit of a state. Nature has very much taken over, you didn't think it was that long since you'd left.

When Grian had asked you to move in it was done very quickly, most of your furniture wasn't needed, so it was either given to other hermits or left in the house for you to collect at a later date. Looking around inside you don't think you'll be back for most of the things you left.

The floorboards squeak under your weight and Grian's. Moss covers much of the floor, vines crawl along your walls. You move carefully towards the office, not wanting to hurt yourself. You're glad Grian came.

As you reach for the door handle Grian pulls you away, startling you. "Let me, just in case. I don't know what I'd do if something bad happened." You stare at him for a second, but nod "okay." It's not exactly like you can say no. He only wants to protect you.

Grian pulls open the door with ease, scraping at the moss on the floor as the wood moves. The office window is clearly broken, but the rest of the room looks okay. Grian steps in, holding your hand and pulling you gently along.

You spot the painting, propped up in the corner of the room. Many of the colours have faded from time in the sun, plus it seems to be cracked and peeling. You feel so disappointed seeing the state it's in now, knowing how beautiful it once was.

The piece was so unique, and now it mirrors its surroundings. You can't bring yourself to even pick it up, it's inseparable from this house now, a worn down broken place, no longer a home.

Noticing your increasing upset Grian gently guides you out of the house. You can't bring yourself to say no. He does more than that, holding your hand tightly and taking you all the way home.

The walk is silent, full of sorrow. You can't even bare to look back.

Grian doesn't take you into the house, he takes you up to the swing in the garden. He'd built it for you, a place where the two of you could relax, read, look out at the ocean from a distance. Compared to your old home this one is beautiful, perfectly crafted, delicately detailed. This is your home now. You try remind yourself of that, but still feel sad.

After some time in silence Grian speaks up. "I had something I wanted to ask you earlier, when we were on the beach. It's why I didn't want to leave, but you know I'd do anything for you." You nod slightly, knowing his words are true. His home changed for you, he changed for you. He looks after you and gets you gifts and allows you to be creative. He protects you from harm, takes care of you when you're sick, takes you on days out and adventures.

You turn your attention to him as he begins to speak again. "You're very special to me, truly you are. I don't want to spend a day of my life without you, ever. You mean too much to me. You've become a part of my home, my comfort, I can't lose you. I need you to be by my side, forever." You see the box, you see the ring. A beautiful piece, you wonder if he crafted it himself.

You look at the ring, at him. You glance at your surroundings, what a beautiful life he has created for you here. A life you don't have anywhere else with anyone else. "Marry me?" How could you say no?

[kingiune]

for funsies - heres all of my hybrid headcanons for the limited life fellows !!!

bad boys:

grian: a hepatic tanager bird !! the colors match well with the bad boy theme,, hes also a watcher, but nothing on him really symbolizes that making it basically completly hidden until he chooses to transform

jimmy: canary!! very classic but i love the symbolizm of it, he has more bird like attributes than the other bird hybrids as well

joel: shrek,, i mean ogre , he basically just has little antenna like things and the shrek outfit LMAO , id imagine he has fake wings to fit in with his fellow bad boys though

team ties:

tango: ferret !!! he acts like a ferret to me and ill run w/ that forevor, although i also have a human-ish (because he can never be fully human) design for him as well

impulse: an imp!! demon !! i mean he was litearlly summoned into hermitcraft and his name has imp in it what do you expect from me,,

etho: cryptic creature thats able to shapeshift his apperance slightly, mainly seen as a "normal human" but also sometimes shifts into an arctic fox

skizz: angel!!!! i am so insane about this he is an angel, one of my favorite headcanons for sure, i think being a red life/ boogeyman affects him more than others because of that aswell

the clockers!:

cleo: zombie,,i mean its canon,, she is a zombie,, i imagine she was human before though, she got bitten

scar: hes a vex,, but he can hide it, he mainly looks like a human but in places like woodland mansions the features become a lot more clear and kind of come out on their own

bdubs: glare . i am so insane . i am in love with glare bdubs, another one of my fave headcanons for sure, i think his eyes glow in the dark and hes more vulnerable to mob attacks

the nosy neighbors:

pearl: moth!!! a luna moth specfically, shes attracted to light and shiny things ^_^

bigb: human,, this is not me not knowing this is just me gen thinking hes a human, hes not incapable though, he can definitely out-weird some of the hybrids and he has a really good death stare so he can intimidate people really well

mean gills:

scott: angler fish!!!!! slowly turning into one at least, he was just a human on green but yellow he has more hybrid traits, red hes like full hybrid

martyn: elf,, hes got the enchanting whimsy fr but in a chaotic way, hes also a listener but like grian there are no defining traits that show that, so you can only see it once he fully transforms

yay!

[monosminecraftmania]

Color!au [hermitcraft fantasy au]

so i got two notes on the previous post so here i go talking about this

(yes this is going out like a month late but shh i had stuff ;a;)

here's a full roster of everyone and everything. Hopefully this will turn into motivation for me to write but yeah. until then here have this

again, if anyone is interested in seeing close ups/detailed drawings of anyone just send me an ask and i will gladly draw them. pls im desperate

if we get 3 notes i'll. share pictures of the kingdoms.

(long long post. read at your own risk >:3)

Going Alphabetically

Bdubs - Astronomer of Flax - Lives at the top of the castle - Comically small. No don't ask it's a sore subject - Made himself a glittering cloak of "stardust"

Beef - Resident of Varie - Lives on the outskirts of the kingdom - Travels only for paints or supplies - Good friend of Etho's

Bigb - Cerule resident - Has a cloud frog as a familiar - All it does is make his shoulder slightly moist - Runs a cookie shop

Cleo - Naga, Resident of Uaine - Graveyard guardian - Made herself arms of enchanted scraps the dead leave behind - Her human disguise is a gigantic ballroom dress.

Cub - Dungeon engineer of Mauve - Will never share the recipe for totems of undying - Creates labyrinths and puzzle rooms with a small chance of death - Sources most materials from Scar

Doc - Cursed Archeologist of Uaine - Pissed off a moss spirit so now his skin's green - Can't breathe good - Cut off his own arm and made a new magic one

Etho - Crown Prince of Varie - Half fox, but vertically - Has a heavy limp so people speculate he carries old battle wounds - Very bad at hiding the fox bits.

False - Royal Knight of Amara - Gilded Eagle Hybrid. Eagle wings and colors but the feathers appear to be shimmering like metal - Kingdom is usually very calm so she spends most of her time hanging out with Stress and fishing - Kicks ass when she has to.

Fwhip - Fisher in Ochre - Gem's business partner and the less violent one of the two - Deals more in accounting than actual fish - Fixes boats on the side

Gem - Fishwife in Ochre - Not actually married. Married to THE GRIND. - Runs a fishing boat and market by the widest bend of the river - Can and will use this trident.

Grian - Geologist in Claret - That's some funny lookin floating rocks - Owns a mansion that's shared with several other people of science - Named one of the rocks Brian. Pronounced like Grian.

Hypno - Beekeeper in Flax - Has a little bee farm that he sells honey and candles out of - Has a little magic and mostly uses it to make his flowers bloom - Honestly just happy to be here :3

Impulse - Service Demon in Flax - Resident fiekind (trickster demon). Does favors for gold or food - Invented the farming plow for a request once - Will absolutely abuse vague requests and play as many tricks as possible

Iskall - Magic Blacksmith of Uaine - Makes magic weapons of all kinds, mostly swords - Has golems to help him with his work, mostly just handling hot metal - Charisma + 20. He will flirt with anything that breathes.

Jevin - Slime Amalgam - Hides in the topmost tower of Azure's castle. - Stole pieces of gargoyles to camouflage and has been collecting feathers for wings - Just a silly little guy, living his best life.

Jimmy - Whistler - Guardian of the Wishing Cave - A great guy until you realize he's evangelizing for a cult - Hasn't touched grass in years

Joe - Magic researcher in Viridian - Puts random mushrooms in his mouth - Purely curious and gets a pass from most forest spirits - Looking into the forces of death to write a funny book

Joel - Strength Bryd (forest spirit) in Uaine - In the common tongue it's pronounced Ogre - Covered in tattoos that may or may not be his past victims - Fell in love with a fish. How did it end up like this.

Jono - Local Bard of Amara - Half Dog musician who's found a nice spot in Amara to settle down - Shirts are for losers - Can beatbox amazingly well with sharp teeth.

Keralis - Holy Water Spirit - Currently napping in the big ball chained to the temple roof - Granted Xb his wish to safely walk on land - Kind to a fault

Lizzie - Resident of Amara - Half fish hybrid - Washed up in the marshes of Uaine after a storm once and rescued by a handsome ogre. - Has an army of cod.

Martyn - Servant of Claret - A Watcher - Ren's shadow - Really needs a hug

Mumbo - Wizard of Claret - Subject of all of the bad luck - Collects scriptures and studies the magic of his kingdom - Also hosts a great magic show for kids

Pearl - Royal Architect/Librarian of Azure - Started as a stable girl who threw a tomato at the design for the royal library. And instead of being arrested, she was hired to redesign it. - In charge of the upside down library - Her dragon is named Bikkie.

Ren - Crown Prince of Claret - Half dog and proud of it. - Twins with Jono who moved away to the neighboring kingdom - Curious to a fault

Sausage - Mauve Resident - Construction worker for the many dungeons and attractions - Works well with wood in the morning - Way too enthusiastic

Scar - Travelling Merchant - Sells all the wares! Even wares that don't exist! - Yes the cane is magic - Makes an annual trip across the country to Mauve

Scott - Azure Merchant - Collects fashion articles from all over the country - Runs a ferry business on the side - Might know something.

Skizz - Resident of Cerule - Chosen by a phim and gifted a pair of angel wings and a halo - Encourages body positivity! Because love yourself you jerks - Trusts blindly and with open arms.

Stress - Goat/Beast hybrid in Amara - Retractable fluff for an instant winter coat! - The hooves are more like paws, but she's got incredible balance - Runs a tea shop with odd but tasty blends.

Tango - Fire spirit - Holy spirit of fire who's honestly just confused why he's so popular - Kidnapped by Scar and escaped to Gem all within a week - Hides in Gem's fireplace

TFC - Blacksmith of Varie - Specializes in actual tools, not weapons - Has a side business of stone sculptures. Buy one get two small ones free - Has a familiar, but no one knows what it is

Wels - MC - Surname revoked. Formal title "Wels, Knight of the Realm" - Banished from his home and travelling to a faraway land - His horse is named Worse, but pronounced like 'horse'

XB - Resident of Azure - Book collector and moved out of Amara to pursue his love of books - Got a blessing from a water spirit so he doesn't suffocate - Learned flight magic and swims through the air

Xisuma - Vagabond - Originally from Mauve. Travels the lands at every opportunity - No one has ever seen his face - Incredibly helpful travel guide

Zedaph - Royal Engineer/Alchemist of Mauve - May have invented cocaine. And gunpowder - Designs elaborate gauntlets for the bold to test their strength - Decided two extra arms were a good idea

[mossfeathers]

I don't know what specifically to ask yet but consider this an ask about your siren au, so if you din't mind could you share a detail or something, please?

(Also thanks for making one, I've seen people suggest siren!BigB in the tags of that post about people just believing what he says(I think that was the post), but I haven't actaully seen any, or anything further than that at all really. So thank you for doing something with the idea of siren!BigB.)

hi omg hi yes yes yes!! in light of grians new obsession with fishing i think that just makes this au even better (under cut bc theres a lot also sorry this took so long i got so excited i forgot everything i knew about this au)

The easiest thing to start with is the worldbuilding. I kinda changed up what a siren actually is for sake of me not wanting to write romantic/sexual sirens but still wanting to keep the voice aspect. So, siren voices/songs are just kind of a universal persuasion, and not always with the end goal of killing, it can just be for fun to get things or to mess with people. While their voice does develop naturally over time, practice and consistent use is what mainly contributes to control (starting and stopping using it at will) and power (just how far one can go). Sirens also have a really varied phenotype, especially on ear shape and eye color. There's a bunch of other stuff I have about sirens but that's its own post.

About the characters themselves, the 'main' four are Jimmy and Grian as human fishmongers, and Scar and Bigb as sirens! Jimmy and Grian are super close friends, and Scar and Bigb are actually siblings (this, too, is its own post entirely). Base premise is Jimmy and Grian get a little house near the beach in a small town for really cheap, but don't know the ocean has sirens in it and trouble ensues. A lot. Scar uses his voice a lot more and has a pretty nasty reputation for just taking all of your things and sometimes killing for fun, while bigb's pretty under the radar and likes to avoid using his voice, but still uses it. Not a super strong reason against it, just isn't a fan and feels kinda bad. This is semi-inspired by how each of them actually persuade people in the life series, with Scar just doing it for fun and Bigb noticeably not doing it as often and usually in moments of life-or-death (especially thinking of the third and secret life finale), semi-inspired by scar liking singing and bigb having a general disdain for it. Here's a few doodles of my rough designs for these fellas, super messy but the general vibe is there

[fountainpenguin]

"Fight fear for the selfish pain; it was worth it every time... Hold still right before we crash 'cuz we both know how this ends..." (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 17 - “Broil (Grian, BigB, Joel, Martyn)”

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While the server's filled with rain, BigB swims in lava with the striders. Meanwhile, Joel and Ren discuss phantom nesting habits and build a roost. Martyn hunkers down for the night until Grian comes calling to badger him about logic and emotions. Truce Night lurks just around the corner...

(First-ish 1,000 words under the cut)

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bigbst4tz2 - Blaze

Quarry: impulseSV

Hunter: GoodTimesWithScar

Allegiance: Unaffiliated

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Do striders pee? At the moment, it's the most important survival question in the world. Well, maybe not the Overworld…

But we're not in the Overworld. Are we?

BigB dips his legs in the lava again, dragging out the transition from "warm and dry" to "hot and wet" with oozing caution. He breathes. Breathing's the easy part and he counts to five each time. Lava laps, tugging at him, and it feels illicit and thrilling to touch this without a stinging fire-res potion in his gut. Back in the testing server, Martyn's the one who was brazen enough to dip his hand in lava in the hopes the code worked out fine. BigB's grateful he watched. Grateful even more that safety net didn't go down in last week's glitch. It'll hold. He has faith in the code at Grian's fingertips.

Even with the borrowed blaze traits secure around him like a cloak, sliding into a scalding pool still feels like touching smelted iron straight out of the blast furnace. Four striders, scattered intermittently around the lava lake, watch him with twisted expressions that parallel curiosity at best and gossip at worst. He steadies himself in the shallows, one hand resting on the solid ledge he slid from. Then he starts wading towards them. The striders wander over, bristles twitching like cat whiskers the whole way.

Here's the thing: BigB knows everyone. And he's accustomed to knowing everyone- to burying himself in a mountain of books- to traveling widely and meeting a thousand people. To listening. To knowing everything.

He did not realize how little he knew about the Nether until he came down here. It's… never really come up, y'know? When he's not fixated on parkour, he spends basically all his time in Between, on his home server, or swinging by to catch up with his betrothed (Rubycat; rarely online but a pleasure when she is, and a kind and understanding woman if ever there was one). Between's a dimension of its own and you can't directly access the true Nether from here, though snippets exist between the cracks.

Even on his own world, he's mostly in the Overworld (looking after his axolotls, frog pond, and most recently his sniffers). It's never been important? (If striders pee). It's like asking if the ender dragon can sneeze.

Smallishbeans stole the traits of Spider

To understand why this is a matter of life and death (survival and dehydration; question mark), you must first acknowledge that BigB knows everybody's little habits. He's made himself their secretkeeper. Tango and Zedaph, thick as thieves, drink lava in Between instead of water. So blaze and strider hybrids both drink lava, and striders are something like fish and something like birds, and birds and fish both pee in water, and that's where we're at an impasse.

So if I'm a blaze, and it's raining in the Overworld and I want to bunk down a while… What's the smartest way to handle this?

Survival 101: clean water, shelter, food. Or clean lava, in this case.

BigB drifts towards the striders. Paddling takes effort. Viscous lava pulls at his face, peeling at his skin, only to slurp and snap away. The striders study him like long-legged birds, shaking their bristles out like damp wings. They bob on the surface like rubber ducks in a bath. One carries a cygnet on its back, which snuffles in BigB's direction with its tiny nose. The adult bristles up in warning, so BigB keeps his distance.

Controlling the blaze rods isn't as hard as he thought. Maybe it's because he used to be an illusioner; commanding four complex duplicates felt a lot like this. He orients all twelve of his rods behind him like a tail and swishes back and forth. He stays low at the surface, swimming like an alligator.

Is this how most blazes swim? It might explain why Tango always adjusts the joints of his hips and ankles, leaping like a quadruped most the time he runs. This is probably rough on Sprinkles, who's invisible somewhere in the neighboring chunks, but she'll live. Anyway, cam accounts can dive through lava just fine. She'll figure it out.

One strider - bigger than the cygnet but not yet showing the fully fledged bristles of the adult - meanders up to BigB and bonks him with its head. He tilts up his chin, just hoping the lava drops won't leak into his eyes. Striders are bigger than people give them credit for. And they have huge mouths to bite with. This one nibbles at his curls, pulling sharply, and flaps its bristles a couple times. Then it realizes the adults are leaving and paddles after them.

Clean lava. Shelter. Food.

For now, BigB keeps his mouth above the lava as he swims after the striders. They move with quick thrusts of their legs- walking when it's shallow enough to do so, bobbing along when the lava ripples high. BigB keeps his ears pricked, riding every wave. There's no true wind down in the Nether to send him rocking to or from the shore, though Tango told him once that the currents shift with the rise and fall of heat.

Clean lava will be upstream.

Are there streams in the Nether? Whole rivers of lava? Rarely has he had reason to look, instead plodding in circles around enormous bowls of magma that bulge from the ground, or skimming across on wing. The Nether offers curious resources, but a lot of them still grow beneath the hazy Overworld sun. Great for its lava, gold, and quartz… Ancient debris if you're into that. Not much else.

Crossing the lake with the striders takes a solid five minutes. BigB waves his "tail" back and forth, keeping pace with him. Apart from the strider with the cygnet on its back, the others don't seem to mind his presence. They chirp and rustle, but continue on their way.

Do they think I'm a player? Or a blaze?

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

Introduction to Kingdoms AU - a Hermitcraft / Life Series Fantasy AU

This idea has been rotating in my brain for several days now and I thought I should actually explain some bits about the lore and such! All posts about this AU are tagged #kingdoms au on my blog :)

More under the cut:

The Setting

A mid-high fantasy world with limited technology

Magic users (Mages) are commonplace and there are specialised universities for different kinds of magic. You can learn magic or be born knowing how to use it (Sorcerer)

Hybrids, demons, and humans co-exist

There are three main kingdoms which trade with each other but have shaky alliances

Kingdoms and Characters

The Ocean Kingdom

An underwater kingdom run by a king and queen, taking up much of the local ocean space

Home to mostly Mermaids and Sirens (fish and sealife hybrids)

The king and queen's son is Scott (a lionfish hybrid)

The king and queen enjoy tradition and keep their palace beautiful while the citizens deal with poor infrastructure that the king and queen don't want to change

The king and queen are very stuck-up and don't trust the other kingdoms despite trading with them

Mermaids and Sirens can shift into having legs rather than tails, and can breathe both in and out of water, but may be uncomfortable out of water for too long

Other residents: Lizzie (Axolotl hybrid), Joel (human, built an underwater breathing suit)

The Red Kingdom

A more traditional kingdom with a walled city and a castle in the centre

The only kingdom with guarded borders

Landscape is agricultural, surrounded by snowy mountains

Home to the best universities for technological magic, a type of magic which relies on mechanics to work and results in lots of new inventions

Controlled by Ren, the Red King, who is the first hybrid (Weredog) to become king there

Ren has a royal council to advise and help him run the kingdom, made up of great minds he scouts from universities and such

Ren is paranoid about losing the throne and therefore places a lot of focus on guarding the kingdom and catching criminals

He cares about his citizens, giving basic necessities to everyone at his own cost

Most inter-kingdom meetings are held here as it lies between Roost and The Ocean Kingdom

Other residents: Martyn (coral siren, royal council defence specialist), Doc (goat hybrid & demon, technological mage, former university professor, and royal council technology specialist), BigB (human, mind mage, royal council negotiator / kingdom ambassador)

Roost

A kingdom located in the canopies of a large forest, with wooden houses and rope bridges

Home to many Avian and Insectoid hybrids, but also some humans

Used to be ruled by a monarchy, but there was a Civil War which resulted in a democratic system being put in place

The elected government is treated the same as everyone else, and currently runs Roost as a commune, with everyone helping to gather resources and build the society up

The citizens have no need for money, but money from trades is shared just in case a citizen wants to travel

Exports a lot of fruit, nuts, wood products, clothes and woven products

Pearl (lunar moth hybrid, astrologist and animage) is a member of the government, and has a dog familiar, Tilly, who she talks to using her magic

Pearl's brother-figure, Grian (Scarlet Macaw hybrid) went missing five years ago, and she hasn't really gotten over it

Her other brother-figure, Jimmy (Canary hybrid) helps deliver exports to other kingdoms, as he used to be a traveller and is flightless, meaning he enjoys the journey- and also enjoys catching up with Scott at the Ocean Kingdom

Pearl only wears red since Grian's disappearance and is very quick to anger, holding a grudge against the other kingdoms for not helping her search efforts

Thieves Haven

A darker forest located in No Man's Land, home to demons, thieves, and the black market

Residents speak a secret code language and have a duty not to hurt each other unless necessary

Residents include: Cleo (gorgon demon, mercenary), Bdubs (human, life and soul mage), Etho (demon, mercenary), Tango (demon), Impulse (demon, thief), Skizz (human, thief)

No Man's Land

The space between kingdoms, dotted with trade routes, taverns, and guard stops

Some settlements and lone houses can be found here

Residents include: Scar (Sorcerer, necromancer, mythologised outlaw), Mumbo (human, former professor of technological magic, also an alchemist, now an outlaw of the Red Kingdom)

I'll make another post about types of magic and link it here! I hope this gives a good overview of the AU and it's world and I would love any questions about it so I can ramble more lol!

[all54321]

Unfortunately Soulmates

Scar wakes up to find himself in Double Life and he’s really not happy to learn who his soulmate is.

Also an AU where Scar just acts oblivious to being Grian’s soulmate.

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Scar lets out a breath as he pets the Jellie pandas, he’s finally free from Grian. He’s surprised Grian followed him for so long, silently at that. It’s not like Scar expected Grian to tell him, but he wasn’t expecting the stalking either. For someone who claimed to only care about chaos, he sure seemed hell bent on not letting Scar die.

Grian definitely won’t leave him to base alone, he knows he’ll drag him there one way or another. Scar scoffs, probably claiming to keep them safe, or something.

An idea slowly starts forming in his head, he’s powerless over Grian in Hermitcraft, but here? Their health is linked together, if Scar takes damage, Grian will take damage. Sure, it will be painful, but Scar’s died so many times, it’s not like it will be that bad.

Died… Grian claims to love the chaos of these games, what else would cause more chaos then being red within the first few days? The unfortunate thing about that is that Scar will also be red, and Grian will probably be angry at him. He can deal with both, he’d just prefer to not have to deal with the isolation that will definitely be forced upon him when he turns red.

Scar sighs as he pets the Jellies, this is going to be a long game. He would definitely prefer them to be his soulmates. Maybe they can, not in a health way, but in an emotional way.

The longer he thinks on it, the more he realizes how he would have loved to be soulmates with Grian a couple weeks ago. Now all he feels is distaste. He also feels longing, but he pushes those feelings aside.

Scar shouldn’t feel any kind of fondness for someone like him. Yet, he can’t extinguish those feelings. He was an idiot to think Grian actually cared about him and that they had a chance to be together.

Now, even if there was a chance, he wouldn’t take it.

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“Scar.”

Scar tenses at Grian’s voice, “so you’ve finally come for me.”

“W-what?”

“Do you really think I didn’t know?”

“I did, but I should have realized sooner you were pretending.”

“Why are you here?” Scar asks, not wanting to linger on any conversation with him long.

“What do you mean? We’re soulmates, we sh-“

“I don’t want to be soulmates with you,” Scar snaps, cutting him off. Taking a breath, he continues, “besides, don’t you only care about chaos? You can do that perfectly fine on your own.”

“Not if you die.”

“I can take care of myself perfectly fine on my own.”

“You’ve shown yourself capable of that,” Grian sarcastically replies.

Scar turns his head to shoot a glare at him, “I can jump off a cliff right now, if that’s what you want.”

“You’re really just going to kill yourself?” He asks, actually sounding surprised.

“And if I do? I die enough times on Hermitcraft.” Scar refocuses on petting the Jellie panda in front of him, “I don’t really have stakes in this game, you do. After all,” the words die in his throat. After a moment he continues speaking, “well, you care about what happens here.”

“Are- are you suggesting killing yourself three times?” Now he really sounds astonished.

Scar shrugs, not having an answer. He’s not actually going to kill himself, not any time soon at least, but he does take enjoyment out of Grian’s reaction to thinking he would.

Grian stares at him silently for a few minutes before he feels a tug on his clothes. Scar turns around to see that’s Grian’s hooked him with a fishing rod, looking unimpressed, “I’m not just leaving you out here.”

He makes a noise of protest, but stands up anyways, “fine, I’ll go with you.” He’s going to bring the Jellie pandas with him at the very least. Scar lets himself be dragged along, still annoyed.

“Glad that you’re cooperating,” Grian says, leading him back to his base, thankfully dropping the fishing rod.

“For now,” Scar mutters, Grian only casts a glance in his direction and doesn’t respond.

[hmshermitcraft]

(Suggestive)

Grian knows of the stories about beautiful mermaids, about sirens luring sailers and bakers and clergymen to their death.

There's the story of one mermaid -he doesn't remember their name- who was hated for... not killing people?

An undead gorgon-mermaid (which, frankly, he thinks is awesome) who. Did nothing.

Nothing bad, anyways. Apparently, she always sculpted. Would draw in the sand with stick and on sides of ships and ocean-adjacent buildings with squid ink.

But for some unknown reason, she was hated extra by everyone.

"I just know she took him," a widow tells Grian while he delivers fish to her "she took my husband!" "Even though the actual mermaid who took your beloved is well known!" Is what he wants to say.

He doesn't.

It had truly been an accident, honest! He'd just wanted find where is fishing line was stuck, so he could head home for the night.

That had been his plan, wading through the shallow waters searching for it.

What was not apart of that plan, however, was for a very large, unseen hand to wrap around his ankle and pull him down into the much deeper, deadlier water.

The hand is way too strong to be human, and there's no struggle from whatever is pulling for it to be an air-only creature.

He's brought into a little underwater cave, with surprisingly thriving greenery, and an absurd amount of treasure and art.

He doesn't expect for his almost-killer to be the gorgon mermaid.

"Hello, Darling," the gorgeous- (no, she tried to kill you, bad Grian!) Giant of a woman coos. "What's your name?"

"Grian," he stammers out, choking on his spit because this woman is stunn- no, bad.

"Grian," she parrots like she's trying the name on her tongue, seeing if she likes it "that's a lovely name, fitting for such a lovely man. Sweet little star."

He hadn't seen it before -being certain you were about to die takes away some ability to think clearly, it would seem- but the zombie isn't wearing anything.

At. All.

Normally, he doesn't mind. People, mermaids included, should be allowed to dress how they want in the privacy of their own home.

But, y'know, he's never seen someone so pretty and oh void he's staring.

For using her tail to swim and doing low-effort work compared to other people, the gorgon is beefy.

She looks like she could crush him.

"Why-" he coughs, because there's still water in his nose and mouth and lungs "why didn't you kill me?"

"Silly," she curls her huge mermaid-half around him. He realizes that it resembles that of a snake, as opposed to a fish. It bends and twitches like a snake, at least, "i never planned on killing you." She finishes wrapping around him, resting her heav- no, bad, stop don't think about it, stop- on up of his head. Arms slinking around his chest.

"Then why did you bring me down here, surely killing me would be a sign of killing-talent, killing one of the most feared pirates."

"Well," she starts, "you see, i like you."

.

.

.

"What?"

She giggles (giggles!) a low 'humans are so silly' as she continues talking.

"I like you, i've seen the way you want to defend me, how kind you to the ocean, and, well, i just think you outright gorgeous," she cradles his head in a hand that is so big her fingers overlap each other. "And i think we both benefit from this."

"From what?"

"You leave, leave this town and these people who i know you don't like. You set sail for whatever place you wish, you get my art and treasure to do with what you want, and in return, i get to come with you!"

That's not an awful idea, all things considered.

He has been wanting to go somewhere else for a long time now, to leave this little town full of rude people and unforgiving policies.

"What do you get out of this? I've done too many deals to know that forming a deal without all the rules in place is a bad idea."

"I get to come with on whatever adventures you go on," she has this... look in her pret- no!- eyes that makes Grian's wet shirt feel like it's clinging tighter to his skin.

"And i get you as well. However i want."

"Uh," he says, oh-so elegant "i'm a person. That's called trafficking."

"Oh, dear," she coos, pushing his head up with a large thumb to look into her -fine, he admits it!- gorgeous eyes. "Don't feign ignorance now. Not when we both know what i mean."

It could work, he gets to pick where they go...

He could build a place for them to hold each other, a little place for them to dock.

He could figure out what food she likes, her favorite colors, her favorite sounds.

He could listen to her stories, just like how he hopes she listens to his.

"Deal." They shake hands.

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That was 7 years ago.

For 7 years, he's been with her, in all manners.

He got to build a place for them to hold each other, a little place for them to dock.

He got to figure out what food she likes, her favorite colors, her favorite sounds.

He gets to listen to her stories, just like how she listens to his.

She swims up the side of hi- their ship, gorgeous green and blue tail behind her.

"Bedtime, darling."

"Hang on," he grunts, "trying to get these ready for tomorrow."

"That can happen later, Baby," she reaches up and snags his ankle, a familiar routine at this point, and pulls him down.

He doesn't fight it- he knows she'll win, and he's too weak a man emotionally to say no to her.

She gave hims gills somehow, on the side of his neck-

"It's something we can do to our non-sea-fairing mates," she told him "neat isn it?"

-So he can breathe under underwater with her.

She brings them into the little nook he built, the little sea-nest he made, he filled it with scraps of seaweed and pretty rocks, she filled it with treasure and artifacts and memories.

His wife wraps around him, snake-like tail fitting around him snuggly as she surrounds him.

"You know, love," she rests the hand with the wedding ring on his chest, he picks it up and kisses it "i think we should renew our deal tonight."

"Yeah?" He hums, "remind me what our deal was again?"

"I'd get to go with, on your time on the sea." She pauses, kisses his lips gently "and i'd." A kiss, "get." Another kiss, "you." A third kiss, "however i want."

His wife never fails to stun him with her beauty and way with words and actions.

"I don't have any 'no's to that" he stares at the love of his life with a look he hopes can confess his love for her, "just be gentle?"

Cleo laughs at that, with sharp teeth and clawed, too-large hands and bright eyes promising a limp tomorrow.

"Not a chance." She flips him onto his back.

TL;DR: Grian gets kidnapped and gets an undead-sea-serpent-mermaid-gorgon dommy mommy who makes sure he sleeps on time :)

Sometimes, they reminisce about their first meeting and laugh together as Grian brushes through Cleo's hair. It seems like so long ago, when Grian thought Cleo was simply terrifying ("And hot." "And hot.") Now, he knows all sides of her. He's proud Cleo trusts him enough to be vulnerable sometimes - that they can both trust each other completely. He couldn't imagine his life going any other way.

[starglowwos]

i just ranted in my friend group discord server about 3ld life and im just gonna copy paste it all here

spoilers for: 3rd life, last life, double life sessions 1-4

story trigger warnings: trauma, suicide, abuse, exclusion, bullying, insanity portrayed negatively (all in universe, except the swearing is from me lol)

typed trigger warnings: swearing, caps

all characters are c!, not cc! !

okay, ffs, why is friends messing around with small light roleplay sO EASY TO MAKE DRAMATIC

grian just

causing chaos because its fun and he isnt hurting anyone (...debatable)

aND THEN KILLING 2 PEOPLE AND WATCHING 2 OTHERS GET SHOT TO DEATH-

"im still kind of in a little bit of shock because i was just playing the fishing rod game" nah what you mean is "so i just committed murder while having fun and now im traumatized"

andthefucking- like- desertduo just happening by chance every single season

and grian slowly going insane while scar has already accepted that he's chaotic

but them only being able to lean on each other in the end

and the first time that happened they had to punch each other to death

the second time they were separated in the chaos of last episode war and both individually died

and now theyre gonna be forced to die together

and then fucking flower husbands

scott (canonically) sobbing over jimmys last death as he had been shot in the middle of a war that scott also died in, and scott had no time to process it until everyone finally left him alone and he just built a grave and broke down

then latching onto pearl in last life and them being the one duo that never broke up in any way as they had agreed to not go face to face in the final battle

and then in double life, scott latched onto cleo as that was the only other person he had any sort of positive personal history with, and they went looking for pearl and by the time they found her they were pissed that her and martyn had just ignored looking for them

so pearl was left on her own, martyn wanted revenge but also wanted to be with cleo, cleo and martyn had beaten each other up, and scott was just like yeah no bye

and then pearl, at first going into some sort of hiding, as she stays awake longer, 5am pearl our beloved loses her dog and just takes it out on the world, freezing herself in a snow bath purely to hack away at scott's health and openly being suicidal just to get back at scott because why should she care? she has nothing left, nobody cares about her, and scott hurt her for (from her pov) no reason. she has nothing to lose and may as well get revenge

scott's view of pearl is just changing for the worse as pearl isn't with it and nobody knows how to handle that, describing her as having gone batshit psycho and wanting nothing to do with her, so much so that he tries to break up other couples (and in the process, having to have ren also be openly suicidal due to a failing relationship), yet still caring for pearl, because one, he kinda has to as he doesn't wanna die, and two, he knows pearl, they spent and entire lifetime together from day one, she's not in a good headspace and scott knows it's his fault

grian's going crazy trying to keep scar from being chaotic as hell, all the while causing his own chaos, subtle enough to not be recognized until the damage is done and even then nobody learns their lesson. he's seen scar be suicidal ("you can slay me and take the enchanter") as well as pearl ("do you want to die?!" "YES!!"), he's seen scar slip further out of touch with reality, talking people into doing things that isnt worth it in the slightest, and he's seen scar latch on to things that they can't give attention to right now. he's seen scar take every risk possible and not realizing the dangers of it - and if he does, he couldn't care less. grian's seen jimmy be excluded and tossed aside and made fun of, and while grian does this too, he sometimes feels bad for him. he's been preyed on for is gullibleness, he's been excluded just because he's jimmy, and he's been tossed into rivers and left to drown just because it's funny

grian's gone to bigb as an escape, and the two want to do something about it, but their universally decided soulmates and the stigmatization of others make it hard - bigb doesnt want to be the reason ren's suicidal, and grian doesn't want to be either - grian also doesnt wanna just up and leave scar, as he's gonna get himself and therefore both of them killed or worse

enjoy my rant, 3ld life lives in my brain rent free every weekend