#grian: the GHOSTS OF ALL YOUR DEAD FRIENDS????

[good-chimes]

How did the GIGS Bigfoot hunting stream go, you ask? Well at one point Scar realizes he has a box in his inventory that can set off a full-scale firework display, so I would say pretty well, if you think the point of the game is 'make a very loud noise so Bigfoot can find you' and not 'stay very quiet so you don't get murdered by Bigfoot'.

Grian: Scar! Why would you do that!? Scar: I was trying to see what it would do! Grian: What do you mean! Of course- [in a voice that is hanging onto patience by its fingernails] What did it say? Did it say something like 'firework box'? Scar: It said 'firework'… Grian: It said 'firework'. Right. So. On a scale of 1-10, how much did that meet your expectation? Scar: [sighs happily] I loved it.

Grian cracks up. They are all hunted down and murdered by Bigfoot.

[solsays]

Lifers x Crane Wives

I saw someone comment on a life series TikTok or something to try and pair all of the lifers to a crane wives song, without repeating songs. so obviously I spent an hour doing it

Grian—Tongues & Teeth (self explanatory if you’ve EVER heard this song)

Scar—Steady, Steady (this whole song is about how their partner is walking out but they still want to be “wild and free” which is just SO Scar coded)

Tango—Ancient History (he keeps teaming up with Skizz and I feel like this song vibes with that, it also just feels very Tango)

Skizz—Icarus (this man always gives himself up for his teammates I swear, and he fuels them to keep going. It also says “oh brother, brother” which feels like Skizz talking to any of his teammates to me)

Impulse—Allies or Enemies (Impulse has been very iffy on a lot of his alliances throughout the seasons, especially in third life and with the amount of playing all sides that man has done this songs feels right)

Cleo—The Glacier House (this. this is literally just her leaving Fairy Fort. The song is talking to/about her from probably Lizzie’s perspective, but like the last line is 100% as if Cleo was speaking)

Bdubs—Unraveling (Bdubs relies so heavily on his teammates, and when he doesn’t have that stability *cough* Etho *cough* he just kinda doesn’t know what to do so this song fits)

Mumbo—Keep You Safe (this man is by no means an aggressive/reckless player [see: Joel or Martyn] and he feels like he’s just here for the vibes and honestly? Love that for him. This song is about fear not keeping you safe and watching your friends run high risks, which just is very accurate to how Mumbo plays this series. I also feel like he could fit Rockslide when he goes red cause he goes from standstill to “drop dead sprint” in terms of aggression)

Lizzie—Shallow River/New Colors (Lizzie is the only one I put as two because both of these songs are just so fitting. Shallow river—“wasted all for the title, wasted all for the crown” reminds me of Lizzie trying to kill Scott and ending up dying herself instead. I also feel like parts of it could be dead Lizzie talking to Joel, the only person who is really mourning her. New Colors—“don't tell me that I can't, I need this“ and “I give up my air, to breathe” also feel very accurate with how she is trying so hard and just keeps failing )

Jimmy—Canary in a Coal Mine (no further context needed, we all know Timmy)

Scott—Little Soldiers (this is very flower husbands, but also just feels like Scott looking back on the last seasons including Pearl, Jimmy, Martyn, all his reluctant exes. Also this man is the watchers’ like least favorite person ever and this gives that vibe)

Pearl—Ribs (i changed this from New Discovery because Ribs is entirely about somewhat angrily protecting and helping yourself because nobody else would, and it really strikes me as Pearl with the some things having been good (Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss) and some being bad (divorce quartet))

BigB—Not the Ghost (this man is so incredibly odd, he just constantly feels like he is being haunted by the watchers and just going about his life, he is the human personification of gaslight and we love that for him)

Martyn—The Hand That Feeds (he HATES the watchers with every ounce of his being, and with Ren gone I think this guy’s only purpose is just to spite them)

Joel—Sleeping Giants (go listen to it. That’s all there is to it, it just feels very Joel-ish, this lad is absolutely fucking mental)

Ren—Once & for All (this song feels like war and being betrayed, and Ren has been betrayed so much so it just fits. I mean come on “my blood’s forever on your hands” tell me that isn’t 100% something Ren would say)

Gem—Show Your Fangs (Girlboss moment, we love Geminislay. This woman is not someone to be underestimated and this song very clearly says that so it’s very Gem in my head. She doesn’t have enough lore yet to make it angsty but ONE DAY)

Etho—Never Love An Anchor (I can’t explain it, this song just has Etho vibes. I mean “It’s a secret I keep tucked inside my chest” just seems very him, I can’t really tell you why)

[melon-wing]

Not-So-Secret Soulmates [Scar/Grian]

[[FANFICTION MASTERLIST]]

Grian stood at the small grave, looking at the name with a pained expression. His heart ached for the friend he had just lost, even when he knew it wouldn’t be forever. He hadn’t meant to kill Bigb. He had managed to convince himself they were secret soulmates so much that he had forgotten Bigb had still been connected to Ren after all. He probably wouldn’t have built that trap otherwise. Or maybe he would have done it, but he would have apologised to Bigb before they had perished. This way he had actually celebrated his secret soulmate’s death, indirectly, but still. He had cheered. 

Grian almost felt as if arms were embracing him and he wondered if that was really the case. He remembered being a ghost last time. He had still been able to stay in that world and while he had just watched, maybe soft touches were possible. Him and Scar had been able to hear the shouts of the dead in their first game after all. Sometimes the wall between the dead and the living got thinner as emotions ran high. 

“I’m so sorry, B. I didn’t mean to kill you. I wished things could have been different. I really… I really wanted to be with you”, he whispered into the cold night air.

“You wanted him to be your soulmate instead of me, didn’t you?”

Grian jumped, whipping around so quickly he almost fell, the feeling of the soft embrace immediately disappearing as a cold shiver ran down his back. How hadn’t he heard Scar walk up to him? It was so unlike him to not pay attention and Scar usually wasn’t one to hide his presence well enough. It took him a moment to overcome the shock to realise Scar was still waiting for an answer, his eyes looking deep into his and it was as if he was pulled into these brown pools filled with uncertainty and sadness.

“Yes. I wanted him to be my soulmate. He was the one I was disappointed about most when we discovered he wasn’t my soulmate.”

Scar let out a small laugh, but there was no joy in it, it sounded so hollow.

“I mean… I knew that. Why am I even surprised? I just never thought you’d admit it just like that. But yeah, it’s true. Nobody would have been happy having me as a partner. I’m irresponsible, I mess up stuff and I don’t think before jumping into action. I’m the worst at this and anyone would have been better. I’m a walking, talking catastrophe.”

Grian could see something breaking inside Scar as his voice reached a higher pitch as he spoke, cracking every now and again, his words making him spiral downwards even more. 

“Scar-”

“No. Don’t you dare deny it now. You know it’s true! I pretended I didn’t hear you scream when you found out. I pretended it was something else that made you this upset, but I knew. I knew we were soulmates before you did. I knew the moment I stepped foot into this weird world. Because how could it ever be anybody else other than you?”, Scar ranted on, a shaking hand pushing his hair from his forehead as he looked at Grian, his eyes a mixture of sadness and madness. He was losing it quickly and Grian was too overwhelmed to know what to say to him. “Scar, please…”

Scar just shook his head, eyes moving from Grian to the grave behind him. “I thought this time we could win together. Me and you until the end. This time we wouldn’t have to fight to death. I didn’t want to see you cry again like last time. It was so hard to keep pretending then and not just hug you. I promised myself to protect you.”

“Wait… pretend?”

The glint of madness seemed to disappear and Scar smiled softly, but still so sad as he recalled the memories of their first game. “Grian. I’m not that bad at fistfighting. I’m a clutz, but even I don’t stumble that often and fall face first into a cactus. I didn’t want to hurt you. I let you win. Had I known you’d cry over my dying body like that I would have just accidentally fallen into a ravine before we ever reached that damn ring of death.”

Grian only stared at him, thinking back to their encounter in the desert, not trying to linger too long on the memory of the screams and blood. Now that Scar had said it, it seemed so obvious. Not even Scar was that much of an idiot when something was important to him. Apparently winning had never been important to him.

“I- Thank you, I think?”

Scar just shook his head and Grian was pretty sure getting gratitude wasn’t the reason he had brought it up.

“It’s in the past now. We were a great team back then. Not so much anymore. What happened to us, G? I thought you enjoyed being with me, even if I can be an irresponsible buffoon sometimes. We hang out all the time on Hermitcraft. We have lots of fun together, don’t we? Why do you hate being my soulmate so much that you want to team up with someone else?”

Grian pressed his lips together, glancing everywhere but at Scar’s face. He hadn’t known his attitude would hurt Scar this much and he knew he owed his partner an explanation, but he had a hard time admitting it out loud, when he had only ever told Bigb about the way he felt.

“I didn’t want to be the one to kill you again”, Grian finally whispered, looking up from uncertain eyes at Scar who seemed slightly shocked at his confession. “If you weren’t my soulmate I could have tried to do the same thing I did last time: Stay as far away from you as possible and make sure we’re not on the same or on opposing teams. I know this is a game and I know we all respawn… But I didn’t know back then. The first time. I thought I had killed you. And I couldn’t… I couldn’t fight you again. A piece of me broke that day, Scar, and I have been unable to repair it.”

“What?” Scar just gasped out, looking at him as if he was processing those words for a moment and then a bit of the sadness disappeared and he seemed less lonely and broken as a hopeful glimmer appeared. “So you teaming up with Bigb…?”

“He was helping me, Scar. We spent so much time together because he’s one of my best friends and he knows me. And I tried to replace you with him and I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would hurt you this much. It’s not that I don’t like you… I like you too much.”

Scar seemed to stop, all thoughts coming to an abrupt halt as his wide eyes looked straight into Grian’s. And then suddenly his cheeks started to turn pink as his shocked expression morphed into a small shy smile. It was an expression that made Grian’s heart race faster again. It was funny how the smallest of changes on Scar’s face could make him react like this.

Scar finally stepped up, taking a hold of Grian’s hand. “You don’t have to do this. Keeping your distance. I promise I’ll make sure nothing happens to you. We don’t have to fight and even if we die”, Scar took the hand to his lips, kissing it softly, looking up from the hand at Grian, “We’ll be right back together. I will be there when you wake up on Hermitcraft. We’ll be together. This is not real, Grian. We aren’t dying.”

“I know…”, Grian whispered, looking at Scar, those bright green eyes looking at him from beneath long eyelashes. “I just. I’m scared. What if I make enemies and you die because of me? What if I stumble and fall? What if some mob gets to me?”

Scar just shrugged, smiling fully now as he lowered Grian’s hand once more. “Grian. Do I look like someone who thinks he could win this? I cost you two lives already. So if you stumble, I’ll just have to catch you and put you back on your feet again. And if we die, I’ll be happy knowing we did our best together as a team. And once this is over we can be together without worrying. Back home.”

Grian smiled back at Scar. He just couldn’t help it. Seeing that smile was always too infectious. There was still a deep worry inside him, but yet he felt calm as well. Yeah, he might die and hurt Scar. But Scar wouldn’t mind. Scar would still be there waiting for him once he woke up again. Scar lifted his free hand up, letting it rest softly on Grian’s cheek and Grian leaned into the warmth of that touch, closing his eyes for a moment, allowing his constantly racing mind to slow down for the first time since this game had started. When he opened his eyes, all he could see and think of was Scar. Scar with his soft locks and bright smile. And with those deep eyes that looked at him with so much affection. It was truly a miracle he hadn’t suspected before that his feelings weren't one sided. “Promise me, Scar… Promise you’ll stay by my side. Don’t sacrifice yourself for me this time.”

Scar smiled and nodded.

“You’re not alone. Not in this world and not in the next.”

And as they both leaned forward their lips touched to seal the promise and Grian could feel a spark running through his whole body and he just knew that even if they didn’t win, he had gotten everything he ever wanted in this miserable world. He had found something precious that would stay far longer than the time they’d spend here. He had finally found love.

[cheetah-roll]

Oh my god I just watched the secret life finale and omfgjfsjkn,msl;dzvkmad

I actually only watched Gem’s POV lol, then I went to Scars’ and watched the end BECAUSE I JUST HAD A FEELING THAT HE’D WIN

I was really hoping for a Gem or Joel win but Gem made it to the last three, which is awesome, but that Scar win was amazing as well. 

Also, HIM NOT REALIZING THAT PEARL WAS DEAD IS THE MOST SCAR THING EVER OMFG. DUDE THE LIGHTNING WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU. IT WAS ALL OVER YOUR SCREEN. DID YOU NOT HEAR IT????

And then he’s like, OH PEARLLLL WHERE ARE YOUUUUU AND HE’S JUST LOOKING FOR HER AND HES LIKE OH THERE WAS A ZOMBIE ALL THE GHOSTS ARE JUST WATCHING HIM AND SIGHING AND GRIANS LIKE “no you idiot, she’s dead” AND HE’S OH I WON JHFUVKJKnhFj

i love scar

“How did the guy with no friends win’” iuskbkJVhkjds,dbjh,sxYVBJnd

Anyways, what are you guys thinking for Scar’s title thing? Grian’s the sun, Scott’s the stars, Pearls the moon, and Martyn’s either the ocean or mars or a comet (guys we have to pick one). I’ve seen people say that Scar should be the Earth, which I think goes really well with him.

ALSO THE WHOLE THING WITH GEM AND SCOTT AAAA I’M LITERALLY SOBBING

HE TOLD HER TO KILL HIM BC SHE HAD A BETTER CHANCE AT WINNING AND COULD USE MORE HEARTS OMFG THATS JUST UGYDJSMAGH>K>KS

I’m very normal about the life series, as you all can see.

I’m very excited for the next season. Hopefully Lizzie and Mumbo stay in and Ren joins back because we need the whole gang together for at least one season lol.

[lunarblazes]

As soon as Ren finally goes down, Scott knows he’s not going to get a last ritual. Who would be there to do it for him? There’s nobody left. He’s got two more harming potions. He casts a silent apology to the still-warm corpse beside him as he prepares for his own death.

There is shockingly little to do. Well, he supposes it’s not exactly shocking, more… jarring. After so long running away, so long being hunted and running and fighting only when necessary, picking battles and choosing allies, it’s strange to finally be able to sit and hear the birds in the forest. The leaves crunch under his feet as he gently sets down the bucket that contains his final friend, Binky the axolotl. The pink salamander seems content as always, bubbling around in his little bucket under the oak tree.

Scott sighs. He does briefly wonder if axolotls have the capacity to say last rights, but then thinks better of it. He wouldn’t know if they did, and they probably don’t. No use wondering about it.

He still feels bad about Ren as he takes out the harming potions carefully. He could have said last rights for Ren. He could have. But the zombies hadn’t left, and as guilty as Scott feels, he doesn’t want to die so uncivilized. He feels like as the winner he’s earned the right to a dignified death. Cleo and Pearl didn’t get that.

Just as Scott’s preparing to do the deed, he hears voices from behind him. He doesn’t turn. He knows everyone is dead, and he’s not about to go his life with that haunted look that Grian held the whole time they were here. He knows, instantly, who stands behind him. Who stood behind him, rather, as technically they’re still dead, and ghosts are just fragments of other, past things that have been shattered, and… maybe he should hurry. Scott’s had too much time to think about the existence of ghosts, apparently.

He does smile and nod, still not turning, so he knows they’re there. He’s proud of them. He can feel their pride too, even if it’s begrudging.

Before he can shatter the first bottle at his feet, a swirling apparition of light appears before him. Scott sighs.

“Hello.”

“Hi,” the apparition says back.

“I was about to kill myself, you know. Kind of important, I’d say.”

“Yes,” it agrees softly, “it is.”

“So…?”

“So?”

“Are you going to… do something? Or are you just here to watch?”

Scott could have sworn the apparition flinches at that. “Oh, um… I don’t think you want to kill yourself, do you?”

Scott considers this. There’s a pit of dread, somewhere deep in his stomach, that instinct that tells you when you’re about to inflict pain on yourself. His survival instinct is still strong, even if he’s alone, and he can’t quite give up hope yet. Even as he holds the bottles that will end him.

“No,” Scott says primly, “but it’s tradition, isn’t it?”

“I suppose so,” it says. It sighs. “You don’t have to.”

“No,” Scott says, “but I think it’s best to move on, isn’t it?”

It flickers for a moment. “Yes, I… yes. I suppose it is.”

A pause. Scott still doesn’t know why this thing is here. It’s not a normal ghost, but it’s definitely dead, even with the glow surrounding its features. He has a guess as to who it is—who it was, in life—but he doubts it remembers that now.

“Do you want another way out? Something bright?”

Scott raises an eyebrow. “I’m listening.”

“I… I think I could get you out. In a blaze of light. Something like that. It wouldn’t hurt. I don’t know if you would… die, but you’d be out of here. And… you’d keep your victory.”

Scott shrugs. What does he have left to lose?

“Sure. I’m tired. I don’t think I really care about the victory at all right now.”

“Yeah, I didn’t either, I don’t think,” it says.

“Could I ask something of you?”

“Mm?”

“Do you know how to bury the dead?”

The spirit nods. “I do.”

“Can you interact with the world?”

“I can.”

“Can you make sure they… they get their funerals? Properly laid to rest. I don’t want weird ghosts wandering the lands that I’ve put there.”

Scott can’t make out the spirit’s face, its features are still blurred and hidden under the shifting light, but he could have sworn it smiled. “Yeah. I can do that.”

“Good. I can… I can leave, now, I think.”

Scott watches as a lightning bolt forms above him, though instead of random bursts of energy reaching for the ground, the bolt feels like hands, reaching forward to hold him. They are here to help. To alleviate his loneliness. To affix him to the heavens, to let him out of the blood-soaked world.

Scott sighs one last time and let the energy take him away. It doesn’t hurt.

The ghosts of the land dissipate with him, all except for the glowing spirit. Scott rests.

[thedo0zyslider]

Apologies And Much Needed Conversations - 2k words

Grian dies, and it's a death if pure karma. Which he deserves. He's not sure he deserves what comes after though.

A03 Link

Joel had been minding his own business, sitting on their little cliff edge as he usually did these days. Jimmy sat next to him, not really saying much. He made the occasional comment, but for the most part the two friends were just hanging around. Joel was getting bored at this point he really was. There was nothing to do when you were dead. Jimmy didn’t seem too bored though, the blonde seemingly intrigued by the chirping birds. He had been since the first day, when originally mentioned their strange singing patterns. 

His attention was soon drawn by movement off to the side. Joel looked over, a little curious, and was soon greeted with the sight of Bdubs. He hadn’t expected the man to return from his haunting so soon, thinking he’d be down there a week at best. Bdubs was absolutely fuming too, which was also unexpected. Beside him, Jimmy's attention shifted from the birds and turned to Bdubs as well. 

“Bdubs?” He asked, scooting away from Joel to sit beside the smaller, who was currently fumbling to find his own seat near the cliff. “What’s wrong?”

“Etho just teamed with Grian!” Bdubs almost yelled the words it, throwing his arms up in the air in frustration. Joel made a strangled noise in his throat. He didn’t know why Grian decided to team with Etho, he didn’t know why Grian did a lot of things. All he knew was that the avian had made a good choice in teammates, but the same couldn’t be said for Etho. Teaming up with the guy who killed your supposed wife and son was a very bad move, and it was going to leave Joel’s former soulbond with a lot of angry ghosts to deal with when he joined them all. 

Jimmy muttered words of sympathy, putting an arm around Bdubs. The smaller leaned into it with a huff, arms crossed above his chest and eyes fixed strongly on the grass. Joel moved to sit on Bdubs’s other side; not quite touching, but close enough for his presence to provide some comfort. 

It wasn’t long after that that the rest of the ghosts returned, Tango and Scar trailed on first, and Cleo followed behind them. Joel, figuring that something else interesting must have happened, move to stand closer to the little trio. 

"Grian slipped off skynet!" The zombie announced, failing horribly to hide the amusement in her voice. 

"He bloody WHAT?" Joel called, disbelief evident in his tone. Jimmy made some sort of strangled chirping sound, clearly struggling to find his words. 

"Yep!" Tango backed up Cleo, hands clasped behind his head. "We left right as he started slipping!" The blazeborn moved towards a still struggling Jimmy as he spoke, tail flicking around the canary left comfortingly. Tango leaned in, muttering softly to Jimmy, "I think that was some karma for you, birdie." Joel, who was close enough to hear, stifled an amused noise. 

Scar stood next to Cleo, a tense smile on his face. "He kinda deserved it." The brunette muttered, and Joel briefly remembered his panic attack from a week earlier. He and Jimmy would need to talk to Grian about that, wouldn't they? Because the avian sure as hell was gonna avoid that encounter as long as he could. 

They small group of ghosts, that really couldn't be called small anymore in Joel’s opinion since there were bloody eight of them now, shuffled towards the world spawn once more; waiting for Grian’s ever nearing arrival. The Clockers stayed back a bit though, and stood halfway in front of Scar as if shielding him. Skizz and Tango also stayed behind as well, both of them either fading into the back of Joel’s mind or naturally into the Clockers little group. 

Grian arrived with a cut off scream about five minutes after Cleo’s announcement, and he was the first one to spawn in standing since well…...well since Joel himself. Grian stumbled to keep his balance as he spawned in, arms and wings falling out almost wildly behind him. Though he was fumbling as soon as he regained proper balance, Joel and Jimmy both pouncing on their fellow Bad Boy. 

“You absolute buffoon!” Jimmy exclaimed, wrapping Grian in a hug despite his rather peeved tone. “You idiot!” 

“You're both idiots!” Joel suddenly grabbed the back of both of their heads, forcibly knocking them together. The two let out matching squawks of pain, which would be amusing in literally another situation and he was so going to make fun of them for it later. 

"Seriously, how do both of you fall off Skynet!?" He exclaimed, whacking both of them again for good measure. Jimmy just rubbed his forehead, wincing in pain and Grian blinked a few times. 

“It’s great to see you too, Joel.” The avian deadpanned, entirely avoiding the question. 

“My death was because I’m stupid, Grian’s was karma for laughing at it.” Jimmy huffed, moving to lightly elbow the newest ghost in the side. Grian just rolled his eyes at the taller blonde. Joel felt inclined to agree with that explanation, that was some pretty sweet karma indeed. He always liked a good bit of that, and Grian definitely deserved it by now, after four of these things. 

“Hi G!” BigB said, causing Joel to jump a little. He hadn’t seen him approach, but it made sense. Grian had allied with him after the Bad Boys crashed and burned. Beside him Grian smiled widely. “BigB!” 

“You did good man!” BigB smiled back, giving Grian a few hefty pats on the back. The blonde just laughed in return, and gave B a quick side hug. 

BigB drifted off after that, wandering over to Skizzle for a reason Joel didn't quite catch. Their friend's departure left all three Bad Boys sitting on the cliff's edge, and giving Grian a proper introduction to the designated sitting spot of this afterlife. 

During a brief moment of silence, Jimmy caught Joel's eyes, and nodded discreetly towards Grian. The avian looked zoned out, his eyes unfocused and his limbs fidgeting almost constantly. Joel nodded back to Jimmy a moment later, and wondered on the smoothest way to confront the metaphorical elephant in the room. 

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In all honesty, Grian should've paid more attention to Joel and Jimmy after he died. They were talking to him, and they did so for a good few hours, but the blonde wasn't really listening. His mind was elsewhere, and he only half listened to whatever Jimmy was talking about.

"Grian?" Joel asked it suddenly, cutting off their canary friend and fixing him with an intense gaze. Grian blinked out of his stupor, and gave his friend a look of mild curiosity.  

"Do you wanna like, talk to Scar or something mate?" Joel said carefully, casually, and the avian forgot how damn observant he could be sometimes. He guessed living alone in a death game did that to you, made you aware of all your surroundings because no one else would watch your back for you. It was a skill you never forgot either. Jimmy just gave Joel a look over Grian’s shoulder. 

He stiffened a little, and hoped it wasn’t enough to be noticeable. "Why do you ask?" Grian muttered, hands wringing around the fabric of his leather jacket. 

"He kinda…spawned in having a panic attack, and of course we asked why, so he told us er, how he died and all…." Jimmy piped up from his other side, and his stiffening was definitely notable now. 

"You also keep looking in his direction." Joel added, and Grian wanted to shrivel up and die a little. He'd been casting glances at the Clockers and Tango every few minutes, eyes always trained on Scar's figure, no matter how far away it was. He was sure the brunette could feel that he was being watched by now. 

When Joel seemingly had nothing more to point out, Jimmy spoke again. He seemed to sense Grian needed some reassurance, a topic that their brunette Bad Boy wasn't the most skilled at, bless him. "You can talk to uim, ya know? No one's gonna bite your head off." The canary said, resting a hand on his friend's shoulder for a split second. The avian just nodded in response. 

Grian shifted where he sat, feeling more antsy than he had a moment before. His two friends faded into the background of his head again, and his gaze remained focused on Scar, and the little group he was in. The urge, the all consuming need to speak to the man was getting worse by the minute, and it would be just Grian’s luck that the small group of four would seemingly cease their conversation and begin to split off. Or maybe not his luck, considering how he wasn’t sure to approach a situation that really needed some approaching. 

Cleo walked off, seemingly bored and wanting to go haunt some more living souls, the poor things. Tango followed happily, tail flicking against the usually flammable grass freely and shouting a loud goodbye to Skizz, one that was joyous and echoed nicely across the whole area. Bdubs followed a moment after, only halting to see if Scar would follow. 

Scar shook his head no, saying something to his brother with a…a sort of weary smile on his face. Bdubs flashed him a look, one Grian would discern from here, and waved goodbye for the time being. He ran off quickly, yelling for Cleo and Tango to slow down, to wait for him and that he had short legs and it wasn't fair that they could move faster than him. Beside him Joel let out a small snort of amusement, and leaned over to mutter something to Jimmy. That was the only time Bdubs had ever admitted to being short, let alone tried to use it in his favor.

 Scar watched them go for a moment, only turning away when the three had fully vanished back into the living realm. He turned to his side, and faced his gaze on Grian. It was the first time Scar had looked at him since the latter died. 

The brunette turned, moving towards the forest a little ways down the side of the mountain. Grian stood, feeling one of his two companions giving him an encouraging nudge, and hesitantly followed his old ally into the trees. 

He stayed a few paces behind Scar, uncertain if he should walk so close to him. The avian was a little nervous, he had to admit. He had no idea what he would even say, because what could he say, really? He could only give since little apologizes, one Scar had no right to believe anymore and couldn't be blamed if he didn't. 

They stopped walking when they were only a minute or so away from the main area of sorts. Grian thought it was that far at least, he'd zoned out a bit on the small journey there. Scar stood in front of him, looking like he was searching for words, or trying to think of some gesture to do. Grian beat him to the punch, and moved forward first. 

 The first thing Grian did was draw Scar into a hug. To his credit, Scar somehow managed not to flinch, only going a little rigid instead. If he did push Grian away, well the avian wouldn't blame him. 

"I'srry I'm sorry, I'm sorry Scar I'm so so sorry please-" Grian tried to stay calm, he really had, but he ended up babbled into Scars chest. His breath started to come out in gasps as fat, hot tears began to fall from his eyes. He shouldn’t cry and break down when trying to apologize. That was stupid. Because what did he have to cry over, he wasn't murdered like…like that. 

To his utter surprise, Scar moved to hold him back, resting his chin on the smaller head. He held onto the avian tightly, comforting and with none of the stiffness from moments prior. 

"It's okay, G, it's okay." He muttered, clutching the other to his chest. They ended up on the ground, Grian in Scar's lap as the taller muttered comforts into his hair. Occasionally, Scar's own, silent tears fell into the avian's blonde hair. He seemed to be avoiding doing much of his own crying, instead wanting to provide Grian comfort for the moment. If he guessed Scar had already shed some tears over this, he wouldn't be wrong. 

The avian's breathing began to slowly even out over the course of a few minutes, the comforting embrace doing its job perfectly. Only then did he feel Scar relax his hold on him, shifting till they were sitting in front of each other instead of well, on each other. His face felt dampened with tear tracks. 

"I'm sorry, I don’t know why I did that.." Grian muttered, shifting back towards his friend until he was being held again. Scar made a quiet, amused huff, and let the smaller sit in his arms again. 

"I figured it was the red life that made you do it," Scar said, rolling his eyes fondly as Grian buried his face into his chest. "Thinking back on it, you didn't really seem to be…there mentally." It made sense that Scar had taken time to think over the moment, as you had nothing to do in death. Nothing to do but sit in silence and process what had brought you there. It didn't mean the moment had stopped hurting though, just that the reason for it made more sense than it had before. 

"Until I was.." He trailed off, voice cracking a little. Scar held him tighter. 

"You don't have to say it, I know what you mean." The brunette muttered. Grian just hummed in response, blinking away the beginnings of new tears. The two faded into the silence slowly, Grian's small sniffles eventually quieting until they weren't there at all. He moved away eventually though, his messy wings sore and now starting to cause him a great deal of pain. Grian needed to take better care of them, really, he always let them deteriorate during these games. 

The avian began to preen his poor and tattered wings, listening to Scar quietly explain whatever story that came to his mind, but paying more attention than he has to Jimmy’s own rambling just an hour earlier. Again, he really had to pay his two allies more attention when he got back. 

His friend scooted to sit behind him and help with his task, hands moving to clean some harder to reach feathers. Scar kept talking, tone low and filling the silence as he always liked to do. The moment reminded him of some cool, early nights in the desert, of how they discussed whatever the day had wrought then and cleaned sand out of their own and each other's things they'd stopped doing that quickly though, because it was a desert and sand was literally everywhere. 

The only thing Grian had cared to clean was his clothes sometimes, when the sand got too irritating against his skin, and he kept preening his wings regularly. He'd had to do it so often back then, because again, sand, that it had been more efficient to teach Scar and have him help. Scar still remembered how to do it , and the chore was made faster than it usually was. 

"Wanna go haunt Etho?" Scar asked, beginning to get to his feat. He offered out a hand to Grian, flashing a smile no longer weary like it had been before. 

"Oh, you know I do!" Grian exclaimed, a mischievous grin spreading across his features. He took Scar's hand, stood up once more, and started running back towards where the rest of their friends resided. 

As soon as the two joined their fellow servermates they seemed to be back to normal, differences resolved. Grian still felt bad, he would for the rest of time, but now he knew Scar held no ill will over the death. That made it much easier to fall back into their familiar routine, and scare his unfairly tall friend with spooky ghost noises. 

Scar giggled, translucent form swatting at him lightly. Grian just dodged out of the way, and quickly moved to join their friends crowding around a certain masked, and still somehow living, man. Though Grian wasn’t sure he'd be living for too much longer, however ominous that might sound. 

[redgyl]

Hi. I was struck with Boatem Knights AU brainrot when I saw fanart for it on youtube when someone retroactively made music to go with it (Thriplerex's "Builders Of All That Extraordinary Municipality (B.O.A.T.E.M.) - V.S. Hermitcraft's Boatem Crew". I like it.), which lead me to Tumblr. Then I sawn what was on here already, saw the writing prompt "Scar injures Grian in Vex form," and a story started forming in my mind. So, I had to actually make an account just so I can share my ideas.

What Applestruda and other creators on here have made is wonderful! I don't want to step on any toes, and I do not wish to be the newbie who knows not the meaning of etiquette. I hope that some of my ideas can be canon, but if not, I hope they're still good as alternative, harmless fan-stuff while still respecting the original creators.

Anyway, here is the first chapter of my story inspired by what everyone else has already made. Enjoy!

Chaper 1

The poor ogres were dead.  They just didn’t know it yet.

Hunched over to ten feet tall, lazily holding tree logs for clubs, the two green-skinned, filthy monsters chuckled over the knight standing alone in front of them.  They laughed even harder to see the other four knights retreat back up the trail.

“Heh heh, your friends are smart,” one said.

“Heh heh, they left you to die,” said the other.

“You look delicious.”

“We’ll eat you raw.”

The knight, who wore relatively little armor, kept smiling up at them, his dark hair turning a glowing white and his tanned skin turning blue.  A cat-shaped, glowing ghost purred on his shoulder.  It mewed and rubbed on his cheek.

The knight, whose name was Sir Scar, laughed back at the ogres, putting down his crossbow and ignoring his sword.  “You know what they say,” he said, his dark eyes turning white.  The cat jumped down from his shoulder and disappeared into the brush.  The knight switched his stance into a low crouch, fingers hooked like claws and held back, ready to swing forward.

“They didn’t leave me,” he said. ”They got out of my way!”

~~~~~~~~

“And then I beat it over the head with its own arm!” Scar finished as he and his four companions rode their steeds along the road through the woods, shifting his crossbow back to its spot over his shoulder.  He was back to normal: dark hair, dark eyes, easy-going smile, scarred face.  “I always wanted to do that.”

Sir Grian giggled. “That’s so cliche’,” he teased.  “Of course you’d want to do it.”

“You really should have stuck around to see it,” Scar teased back, knowing full well that they couldn’t.

“Sure, Scar, sure,” Grian played along.  “The only time you’re not dramatically tripping over your own feet because you’re feral?  Love to see it sometime, so long as I’m out of reach.”

“You could with those wings, you know,” Scar replied.  “Why don’t you fly more?”

Grian made a face.  “You fly in Vex form, too.  Besides, armor’s heavy,” he explained, tapping his chest plate.  He was an odd-looking person, with a plain, round face and plain, brown hair and an ordinary, sensible taste of fashion, but also with bright red macaw wings sprouting from his back and another matching, silly set from the sides of his head.

The ghostly cat on Scar’s shoulder mewed with jealousy.  “Oh, sorry, Jellie,” Scar said, scratching the pretty little thing behind the head.  It went back to purring.  It was always reassuring to see the blue cat there.  The little familiar helped Scar control the Vex enchantment, keeping the monster inside soothed until it either overflows with bloodlust or is intentionally called on.  Only then does she leave, making space for the beast.  

Scar’s next words were toward Grian, even as he kept cuddling his cat.  “Maybe you should have a boob window, like me.”

Grian laughed.  “I’d sooner die.”

“You know, Grian,” Scar said in his smoothest voice, the tone he uses whenever he's trying to swindle a customer. "You're a reasonable man-bird. Do you know just how light and easy to handle a boob window is? It is like having wings, wings for your chest."

As the two of them continued their friendly banter, the pair of traveling companions behind them eavesdropped.  One was a slight man with a handsome mustache and meticulous hair, his dashing appearance comically ruined by a single clover sprouting from his head.  He carried a rocket launcher — a weapon unheard of in this age of magic.  His eyes danced with amusement at Grian and Scar’s conversation.  Beside him rode Lady Pearl, large scythe casually held in her hand, her eyes rolling at Scar’s current attempt to sell the “boob window.”  She was a beautiful woman with a couple of feather-like antenna coming from her head, her armor white and bright.  

“I’d recommend calling it something else,” Pearl said in a low tone to the man riding beside her, “because ‘boob window’ sounds so stupid, but I don’t want to help him be more convincing.”

“Me, neither,” chuckled the man, Sir Mumbo.  “But I can appreciate his persistence.”

Way up in the front, Sir Impulse smiled.  He was a big, solid man with a friendly face and yellow on his armor, a large sword bound to his back. He had found himself a bunch of good friends, he thought.  They each had a great sense of humor, and each was a good-hearted knight, which made for good company.  That was a blessing, since they would be stuck together for the next few days.

In the back of his mind, Impulse worried about the wisdom of intentionally using Scar’s Vex form.  Yes, they all knew what Scar was when they accepted him as a knight.  Sure, Scar said that the bloodlust would grow and he had to just let it out so he could stay in control, and, sure, it was handy against big monsters like ogres or trolls or minotaurs.  But Impulse wondered, were they treating this power too casually?

It would be a few hours yet before they set up camp for the night.  They won’t be out of the woods for a couple of days, at least.  Then, they could be home.

~~~~~~~

Far, far away, a good, kind, beloved king received a gift.  

That gift exploded.  When the smoke cleared, that king had been turned to stone.

[definitelynotshouting]

hi ! i just read all of the hunger au tag and #($+$(()33-(# . Hm . God awful . I am a worse person because of it /j . I have a lot of thoughts !!

First off , i find the conversion of biology and software fascinating , specially in the concepts of first worlds ! Like , you mentioned how players are more often spawned rather than born , and i personally interpret their first worlds as a sort of prenatal stage . think abt it , they're still connected to the universal code , still relying on it to learn and advance , and after they shed it and are finally "born" as themselves , able to access the rest of the world .

also , lots of body horror in this au . like , code , right ? i keep imagining the universal code as sort of veins , tendrils freshly born players are still teetered with , the connections grian has to put effort into severing as fleshy tendrils twisting and clinging unto players . much wet !

speaking of which , listeners , dude . i think genuinely they r much more scarier than watchers because they're not noticeable , their effects r not threatening , they don't stick to you n eat your insides , they get into your system and /change/ you , fuse into you , how many people have been affected by it ? even worse when you take into account they connect with other infected , n worse when they work towards Goals . girl what goals could the listeners want ????? I'm terrified .

And grian finally !!!!!! For al this time I've been looking at grian as having an eating disorder , cause , well , he does . It's so interesting , he ticks almost all the boxes . The guilt , the hiding it through clothing , the fact he's thinking of food all the time , damn . I'm also eternally fixated on the image of , like , the existential horror on it . he was created by sucking himself dried of code , he broke out of his own skin . something something caterpillars completely melt themselves in their cocoon before emerging as butterflies something something .

anyhow , such fun !!! I'm definitely gonna draw a lot for this , you're a great writer fr grrrr -🔆

Im really glad you've picked up on these concepts and themes i've carefully folded into this au, because it means they're coming across really clearly!!! :D thats how i know im doing my job as a writer, so im very pleased because all of these things you've mentioned (except maybe the Greater Code as tendrils) have been baked into the au with great deliberation

Spawned Players and their first worlds are absolutely very prenatal in nature-- i described to a friend a few months ago that a spawned Player's relationship to their first server, and the universe at large, is like an "umbilical cord" that they eventually detach from as they grow older :] how fast they go through that process depends ofc on the individual Player, but that was the general idea behind that concept!!

There's definitely a TON of body horror in this au WKDNWJDJSJ thats one of the first things i remember cw-ing for when explaining this au for the first time. Actual historical record right here LMFAO:

I personally tend to see the Greater Code as this sorta like. Fabric of binary, that forms the base for what everything in this universe is made of. Within it are echoes of recycled information, code that comes together to form the impressions of old meaning-- you could almost think of them as ghosts. No longer conscious, but emulating fragments of what they once were. Also, any and all body horror imagery is the full fault of my cousin, whom i consider the ultimate Horror Guy in my life, as well as his favorite video game, Dead Space, which has. so much meat in it, gods bless<3

Listeners are absolutely more scary than Watchers imo; i was sorta thinking of cordyceps as well as the mycorrhizae when i was coming up with them!!! There's something utterly terrifying about being so subtly changed and just not knowing why. You can see and hear Watchers; their presence is palpable even if you dont know what they are. But a Listener? They're quiet. Symbiotic but deeply, utterly invasive. Definitely more frightening on an existential level than a Watcher, which i find suitable for something modeled after fungi.

As for Grian, he 100% has an eating disorder. My portrayal of that in the au is very deliberate, even though its not directly stated. So im glad you picked up on that!!! And if you do draw anything for this for the love of gods send it here or tag me in the post i will DIE i love fanart and i am guaranteed to scream about it for a million years AUGH

[dmwrites]

“I cannot believe you forced me into this, Joe.” Cleo hissed, taking a swig of wine.

“Cleo, networking is important even for dead people. And please, it’s Joest for the evening.” Joe took a white powder compact out of his suit pocket and dabbed at his face and beard.

“I do network! With hermits! These beings are rotting.” Cleo put down her wine and fixed one of the straps of her satin black dress.

“You are also rotting.”

“That is besides the point.” Cleo muttered, taking another swig of wine. “I just can’t believe you got in here.”

“Cleo.” Joe put down the powder and picked up his whiskey. “The art of makeup and faking confidence does wonders for getting me where I need to be. Plus, the people who live beyond death are a group of people I feel would be a good resource and creative partners. I work with you, and we get along, don’t we?”

“I tolerate your existence.” Cleo told him, but was interrupted by a gravelly-voiced and brazen ghost swagging up to them.

“YO! Cleo and that idiot that I hate! I didn’t know you were coming to this shindig! Who let you two out of the trash cans you live in, huh?”

Joe sighed. “Hello, Beetlejoest.”

“Fuck off, Beetlejoest.” Cleo said conversationally.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Beetlejoest held out his hands defensively, green smoke coming out of his ears. “No need to get sassy, Cleo girly! Just making conversation with you and your masquerading friend here! I couldn’t help but overhear you making fun of good ol’ Joe here, and I couldn’t help but agree! I think you need some good ol’ Beetlejoest in your life, to add that thrill you know you need!”

Cleo bent down slightly and grabbed the knife she had strapped to her thigh. “Nobody makes fun of Joe except me, so you better go back to whatever corner of hell you slithered from and leave me and my definitely ghost friend alone.” She jolted forward, knife held out, and Beetlejoest jumped backwards.

“Alright, alright, I’ll leave the losers club alone. Hope no one finds out about the beating heart in the room.” Beetlejoest did his best attempt at a sneer and slunk off, grabbing an entire bottle of vodka as he went.

“For goodness sake, Cleo!” Joe slapped her her hand until she put the knife back. “You don’t want to upset that guy- he has the hermitcraft IP address!”

“I could take him any day.” Cleo muttered. She smoothed her hair and resumed her calm and bored expression. “Okay, I’ll behave. Who should we go network to then, hm?”

Joe clicked his tongue, looking around the room. The dead were standing or sitting at high tables scattered about, all dressed up in their nicest business attire, chatting with one another and handing out their business cards. Of course, for the dead, business attire was mostly ballroom clothes or rotting t-shirts. The dead aren’t very good at caring.

“What about that being?” Joe pointed out a smaller blond figure wearing a dirty and tattered red sweater.

“Wow, that looks exactly like Grian from behind.” Cleo said. “Grian isn’t dead, is he?”

“No I think he’s a bird, although some birds do have death imagery associated with them.” Joe said, stroking his beard and getting white powder all over his hand. “We could talk to him. Maybe it’s his secret twin brother, Groan.”

So the two gathered their drinks and ventured from their table at the back of the room and made their way over to the red-sweatered fellow, who had their back to them at a table by themselves.

“Pardon me, can we join you, fellow dead person?” Joe asked.

The being sat up straight and turned to face them in a disjointed, jerky way, and Cleo couldn’t help but to gasp.

“I’d love company!” The being said.

It was Grian. But it was very much not Hermitcraft’s Grian. Yes there was that blond hair and the red sweater and those black eyes. But this Grian had papery, pale skin and a wicked oozing wound in the side of his neck. And, most horrific of all, this parody of Grian had a black felt Mumbo Jumbo style mustache sewn to the rotting skin of his upper lip and cheeks.

Cleo grabbed two nearby stools and sat a stunned-looking Joe on one before settling herself down on the other.

“Um, hi there. What’s your name, fella?” Cleo asked, trying to sound as normal as possible.

“Well howdy, I’m Grien! That’s G-R-I-E-N!” Grien pointed at a little nametag he’d attached to sweater that said just that.

“Grien.” Cleo said in disbelief, eyes narrowing slightly. “No relation to a guy named Grian, I suppose?” As she said it she knew it couldn’t be true- no one with working nerves would sew something into their skin like that.

“Grian? Oh, no, no, that’s not me. Who is that? Haha!” Grien’s eyes looked everywhere but at the two of them. Cleo’s mouth fell open. So was this actually Grian? “And who are you two?” As Grien spoke, the mustache began to droop, pulling on the string and the holes in his face they were looped through. The effect was horrible, and Grien didn’t seem to notice.

Joe took over speaking for them. “I’m Joe H- I mean Joest, and this is my friend ZombieCleo. We live on Hermitcraft, you may have heard of it?”

“Hermitcraft… no, can’t say I have!” Grien’s mustache was completely covering his lips now.

“You got something…” Cleo whispered, gesturing to his lips.

“What? Oh!“ Grien felt for the mustache and chuckled. “Ah, this thing, always coming loose!” He opened his mouth and stuck his fingers behind his lip, pulling on a black string and tightening it.

“Here’s our business card, we gotta go now!” Joe’s voice was at least an octave higher, and he threw a business card down on the table, grabbed Cleo’s hand, and took off into the crowd.

“Holy shit holy shit holy shit!” Cleo whispered, eyes wide, as they got back to their corner.

Joe shivered, putting his hands to his eyes as if to block out what he’d just seen. “There’s no way that’s Grian.”

“But there’s no way it’s not!” Cleo replied. “Like clearly ‘Grien’ was hiding something related to Grian, he was being so cagey.” She downed the rest of her wine. “Ugh! You would think dead things wouldn’t get to me anymore, being dead and rotting myself, but that was alarming to say the least.”

Joe shivered. “It’s like Grian and Mumbo had a person baby and it went very wrong.” He took a sip of whiskey. “Let’s never work with that guy.”

Cleo snorted. “Agreed.”

——

Interested in this headcanon of Grien from 100hrs in hardcore? I wrote another fic involving him!

[pearlthebard]

When she said there were ghosts, False hadn't been kidding.

It's nothing Pearl can see, not properly - she supposes False must just have an eye for it - but in the time she spent getting a feel for the layout of the Capital that False calls home she caught more than a few glances of figures out of the corners of her eyes. Just people trying to live their afterlives, most likely; none of them have approached her. Maybe they can't leave their paths, or maybe they don't even know she's here at all. Not so much citizens of the long-dead ruins as the restless echoes of the people who once were.

Luckily, Pearl's met ghosts before.

To be fair, though, those were the ghosts of her friends, killed too soon in a game of death, unwilling to pass on until the blood of even the victor was spilled. She remembers Grian's spirit guiding the four of them back to the warden, trying to enact the plans that he died carrying out. She remembers their whispers as she sunk an axe through Bdubs' chest, backed up against a tree and begging for mercy from the army of dogs that kept snapping at their corpses till they went cold. She remembers the silence that fell when Cleo did, and the low rising murmur of realisation that she and Scott were the last ones left.

She remembers their anger rising, too. Their growing impatience when the pair of them took some time to sit together, to just catch up, to pretend they still had a chance of making things right.

When a ghost has its eye on you, you can feel it. The uncanny watching instills paranoia bone-deep. Their unsettled bloodlust seeps into your veins dreg by dreg.

Maybe that's why Scott went ahead and blew himself up in the end, rather than giving her a chance to duel him for the victory. That need to shut the voices on the wind around them up. She'd been so happy to finally have a friend that couldn't leave her - not if she were the last woman in the world, because she was by then - that she hadn't cared about the way the red life sang in her ears any more. Scott, clearly, had not been so resilient.

Pearl finds a building that seems mostly rebuilt and cleared up, and she sets herself up in a sheltered corner. Her bass needs retuning; it's been overplayed. She can't wait to get the guitar back - her music-making opportunities will double, and isn't that exciting?

(She doesn't know when she got this good at music, because she absolutely remembers struggling in the early days. Maybe bard has become more literal, somehow. She's heard mutterings about the forces of lore.)

There are no ghosts in the houses. They seem to stick to the places that False is yet to change, and they don't bother Pearl when she sings, soft, late into the night.

When a ghost has its eye on you, you can feel it.

Perhaps it's better that these ghosts don't try to watch.

(if you're here from a reblog, this is part of the empires swap au! click through to my blog for more context!)

[snipsnexus]

*takes a seat in your inbox and takes a sip of some Gunpowder Green Tea*

HEY CYD NICE TO SEE YOU HERE IN MY ASKBOX!!! OH THE GUNPOWDER GREEN TEA, HMM!!!

Okay, so it starts off like this.

After very careful consideration, I have realized that Charlie Slimecicle(variety youtuber and occasional twitch streamer) and Grian (minecraft youtuber extraordinaire) are actually very incredibly similar. Their love of gunpowder, of puns, their glasses, how both of their names are actually fucking "Charles". I've talked about it before.

Anyways

This revelation of their similarities caused me (an my good friend Cydough/Cyd/Chaggle) to make this VERY FUNNY AU where Charlie Slimecicle and Grian Minecraft are twin brothers, separated at a young age when Grian went to Japan and Charlie stayed in his hometown with his good friend Condi. >:3

This is gonna get longer, so I'm going to put the rest of this au (going through most of the SCU, Epic SMP, Wilbur's Skyblock, MCC, Hermitcraft seasons 6-8 and Evolution SMP) under this readmore!! V V V V V

When either the Elders remember the prophecy or it gets dropped by the local wizard (Scar's Grandfather) like a new diss track, they all immediately assume it's one of the new boys,

They basically spin a baby roulette wheel and choose Grian, so they little guy is shipped out to whatever town in Japan that YHS takes place in and meets Sam and Taurtis, two other English transfers that had been there for longer than he has (I don't really count the kindergarten thing as canon)

Charlie gets along with all the kids before Wilburs father (Yknow, Phil) decides to take both him and his slightly older brother somewhere where they can contact their mother easier (Mumza, Kristen, Goddess of Death)

They continue to do shit together for most of their lives, until they're wisked away by the Chaos God, Schlatt, who only really wanted to fuck around with the prophecy for Some Fun (Charlie), Give him an apple and all, and ended up with the other two as well. So he tried to kill them off with his powers, but they just wouldn't stay dead. Until the God Apple started to take into affect

It didn't really give Charlie anything he didn't already have, it just amplified what he already had. The ability to change. To create. To take the Code of an Old God and rip it to shreds to Save his friends. So he did.

Schlatt, or what remains of him, sticks around in Charlie's mind. Like a hallucination, like a tumor. Whatever, right

MEANWHILE

Grian is going through the time of his fucking LIFE in high school

He dips from Tokyo after he and Taurtis and Sam end up destroying the world with the necronomicon (Which sends everyone else in the world into the Void, i.e. the Soots) and Grian goes on to found Evo

We Know What Happens In Evo

Except before that last portal, the one where they go an kill the dragon, Grian is bloodthirsty, and angry and *hurting*

Because he lost Taurtis

And He's Not Coming Back This time

So, Grian killed the Dragon, is now a Watcher. Charlie killed Schlatt, is now a New Old God. Condi and Grizz both have a taste of power after eating the other two Golden Apples.

Where's Wilbur in all of this??? I'm glad you asked

My hypothesis? Two different sets of Sky Gods

The Council(Charlie, Condi, and Grizz), who are usually VERY unhelpful, And The Watchers (Grian), who gives resources, and things he would need to survive

And both sets of Gods are trying to give items at the same time which just messes up the code of the item being delivered and Wilbur just gets another pair of boots and NO ACTUAL ANSWER

It's like when two people are fighting over how to fry an egg and end up making pumpkin pie or something. Wilbur is Confused, Grian is getting a bit pissed that his first assignment as a Watcher is going so poorly, and Charlie is having the time of his fucking life

Grian eventually flees to HCS6, The Council eventually add in Bizly, And Bizly becomes a Minor God, Grizzly becomes a Fallen God and then a Ghost, like Schlatt, and Condi ends up leaving M'olympus after Grizzlys death.

Charlie ends up being the last God on the council after Bizly resigns and returns to his former Kingdom and he ends up drifting alone for a while until he lands in Epic SMP where Charlie is essentially a God In Hiding. He's trying to be carefree about everything that's going on and *How The Fuck Is Schlatt Here??*

Charlie's pretty sure he killed that goat fuck, and back when Charlie was playing around in lonely worlds after the rest of the Council died or left, he messed around in a few survival worlds to get the hang on being real again. He sees Schlatt in the corner of his eye too often for his liking

So Charlie goes and says HI to Schlatt, and he doesn't quite know if Schlatt is real or not and if anyone else can see him, so he just kinda pretends he isn't there until Swagger addresses Schlatt by name

And when Charlie looks at Schlatt, he looks younger than he last saw him. His horn look shorter, the suit looks a bit more casual, and his voice doesn't echo,

so Charlie is pretty much okay with hanging around Swagger and becomes fast friends with Ted, who reminds Charlie of Condi and he spends a few nights before the internship crying and sobbing and feeling pretty fucking regretful over his longest friend's leave

Right before the internship, Charlie gets an invite, one time holiday special, for Mcc

Charlie sees Wilbur, and immediately recognizes him from the short time he tormented the guy for a couple months with the Council and- yeah fuck, thinking about them still really fucking hurts. He sees a few of the other competitors, meets his team who are two nice almost-adults and possibly the one person who thinks they know everything(:)) and Charlie thinks a few of the other competitors look familiar, he's probably seen that face before,

So also side note: why did Schlatt have the resurrection book in the DreamSMP???? Well, maybe someone was trying ro revive an old God whose powers were already taken by someone else, hmm

So like, maybe Swagger was trying to revive Schlatt in EpicSMP, maybe asked the void pit for assistance or prayed to it idk, and got a funny little book the next morning

What I'm saying is, SwaggerSouls had the resurrection book first, Schlatt took it in his rush to leave EpicSMP after Charlie blew the place to smithereens, and went to DreamSMP

So like, after he blows all that shit up, he grabs Ted and they both run from the explosions as fast as fucking possible and jump into the Void Hole just in the forest of Epic

Going through the Void, everyone knows all of the Void is the same in every world, the Deep Void, that is. So Charlie and Ted are just kinda drifting, but since Ted can't really breathe, Charlie had to knock him the fuck out and is using most of his magic to create oxygen for Ted to breathe

Because he's fucking wired on adrenaline and trying to make sure his friend doesn't suffocate in the Void, he completely misses the Watching eyes

He basically gets straight up YOINKED from where he is in the deep end, and has a fucking DEATH GRIP on Ted to keep him from being ripped away. He Sits, or well, is strewn across the large marble Gallery of The Watchers.

Charlie freaks out, as a fellow God himself, he would be lying to you if he said he knew anything about any other God out there. He didn't really do his reading when he was fucking around with his new powers, kay?

So he just sees what looks like fucking purple tinted biblical angels with talons and eyes literally covering every inch of their form. He's panicking, a little. The Watchers greet him warmly, call him Little Empire, call him Xelqua, pat his head, rub some dirt from his face, check his magic and, oh. Oh it looks like he's missing a bit, oh dear, don't you fret we'll just give you our gift again. Funny life series you're trying out dear, must have masked most of the magic we gave you. Don't you worry, we'll put you and your friend, oh is this one the Mumbo guy you were talking about? No? Taurtis? No matter, we'll send you two right back to your little Hermits, bye, make sure to preen those wings more often.

He and Ted get basically rocket launched through the Void until they're no longer heading Sideways, they're going Up, And oh, would you look at that, they get tossed up through some bedrock and two people are just standing there, bantering

So I'm gonna put Ted and Charlie's arrival about the same time as the one time Scar got trapped in the bedrock in the botem hole and Grian had to fish him out using ender pearlsI also kinda wanna give him wings because of the Watcher mishap so image, *imagine*

Wings that are almost completely useless because he didn't ever really learn how to shape-shift so now he's just got constantly melting goop wings

Grian just got Scar out of his own mess of being in the fucking bedrock of the botem hole (*really, scar?*) when two people just get flung through the Botem Hole, more importantly, the *void* under the botem hole. So Grian does the first thing he thinks of and just fucking YOINK

Since I'm always riding on the headcanon that avians are shapeshifters and Grian is pretending to be an avian, and totally not a Watcher

Grian catches Ted in his talons while Scar barely manages to catch Charlie from where he's still half-stuck in the bedrock

You bet when he wakes up, the first thing out of his mouth is "Where's Condi"

So Charlie goes and find Ted just eating a bowl of milk, and judging by the person on the other side of the table's reaction, he's been doing so for a while.

He goes to meet Ted and gets frame-one hugged the SHIT out of and Ted like "Man, I thought we were goners. Who knew the weird, unexplained, vaugly disturbing pit in the middle of the first would bring us here, right!" And Charlie's just like "Haha, yeah, sure is crazy amiright"

Sitting at the table is a guy who introduces himself as Xisuma, the Admin of the server who is currently trying to find out how the absolute fuck they managed to get into a whilelist server without being whitelisted and Charlie just shrugs because God's do what God's do he guesses, and if a God is gonna mistake him for someone who was supposed to be here, well then he isn't going to look a gift horse in the fucking maw

He doesn't know, and Ted doesn't know, so Xisuma asks too look at their code for a later date, thinking that maybe something in their code let them manage to slip pass the whitelist barrier. And after asking the two newcomers their last memories, the really tall guy who could probably rival Mumbo in Tallness says the last thing he remembers is running for his life as the entire world blew up behind him, with Charlie dragging him along as explosions chased their heels.

Xisuma thinks it might be okay to let the two stay for a little while.

So I want Ted and Charlie to build in the area between Impulse and Scar's Swaggon, and Charlie starts digging another cave when Ted goes "Can't we have an actual house this time?" And Charlie just freezes like "I never actually considered living in a House that is a GREAT IDEA!"

People start confusing Grian and Charlie as eachother, especially people who don't really know Grian, like Beef and Hypno

And at some point they actually start getting to know eachother and Charlie and Grian sit down for a little funny talk where Grian is like "My life's always been shit. I lost my friend-" Charlie flinches. "I was taken from my friends by the Watchers-" Charlie pales. "And I'm pretty sure it all had to do with that stupid prophecy when I was born!" Charlie freezes, "I'm sorry, the *what*?"

Grian starts to recite the prophecy with a sigh and halfway through Charlie jouns in and they both just stare at eachother.

"How do you know-"

"That was the prophecy an old man blabbered about when *I* was born, but they never said it was for me, the same shit happened to me too."

"I lost my best friend Taurtis."

"I lost my longest friend Condi."

"I was taken by the Watchers."

"I was taken by Schlatt."

"I was given abilities akin to a God after I killed the first Ender Dragon."

"I took another Gods powers after I killed him to protect my friends."

Every hermit think Ted is either a cow hybrid with recessive traits or a Vampire who drinks milk as a replacement for blood. Beef and Zedaph try and figure out what kind of hybrid Ted is but Ted is honestly just drinking more milk and trying to cause general havoc and they hvw no idea what kind of hybrid he is. zed makes a red string corkboard, hypno joins him and xb is in the corner drinking a slurpee watching this go down.

He stops by the Swaggon like "Excuse me Mr. Goodtimes, do you have any spare vines." And Grian, who is already there, and Scar, who lives there, start laughing their entire asses off

Charlie also makes a really shoddy ramp up into the Swaggon because even though Scar built the thing, it really isn't handicap accessible

Mumbo is just like: I'm selling end crystals!

Charlie and Ted: What are those???

Botem: * very confused *

Grian: They're- uh, the exploding thing on the top of the obsidian pillars in the end that heal the dragon?

Ted and Charlie: OOOH!!

Charlie: But wait, how do you get those? I thought the only thing you can do is punch them or shoot them???

Mumbo: You can craft them!

Ted and Charlie: YOU CAN WHAT???!!

Ted and Charlie make their own little cottage core house after Grian and Charlie realize they're brothers. Grian gives him flying lessons when he's not working on the Midnight Alley and Ted regularly hangs out with Impulse and Mumbo, until he gets introduced to Zedaph and everything goes absolutely bonkers for a few days

Charlie meets Ren and they both have such Golden Retriever energy and they literally go and play catch outside of Octagon for a while

And then,,,

Grian: Hey Charlie...

Charlie, fiddling with his kazoo tuner: Oh, yeah?

Grian: Is the moon big...?

Mumbo starts the moon cult, Charlie gets thrown on his fucking ass by the changing gravity, Ted pretends to walk on the ceiling of their house. Ted signs up for the Mooners cult for fun and Charlie ends up the only one who doesn't because he has a single self preservation instinct

So like, Charlie feels like he's going insane because everyone else around him is so entirely sleep deprived that they don't even sound real anymore

He takes regular trips outside of Botem to go to wherever Bdubs is so they can have a slumber party, where all they do is sleep. They just sleep. That's it.

It starts with Charlie who can't sleep at his own base because Ted is there, so he goes to the notorious sleeper on the server, Bdubs. As a fun sleepover game, they end up summoning a demon, which turns out to be Impulse so they leave again. They go to Zed's place and after they sign a liability waiver, sleep for about five seconds before Charlie can feel Zed taking his blood samples and he just grabs Bdubs from the bed and books it.

They try to sleep somewhere between Gem and False, but get so intimidated by the giant reindeer and eagle that they keep fuckin walkin

They end up sleeping at Iskall and Ethos place and are very confused by the fact that they don't actually talk to eachother, just pass notes to eachother, but will talk to them just fine

Once they finally sleep through the night and get back to their respective bases, refreshed, ready for the morning, eating breakfast, doing a morning walk around Botem, Charlie sees the other Botem members and how fucking ragged and sleep deprived they are and almost laughs straight in Ted's face

"That was a terrible idea and you know it."

"C'mon Charles, it's just the first night. It can only get better after-"

"The human body can only go 11 days without sleep, Ted. You don't look like you're going to survive *one*"

Charlie just ends up finding places around Botem where he can sleep in peace. Like an empty car on the Swaggon, on a windowsill outside of Impulses factory, on Pearl's waterfall llamas' back, between the roof and the top of the Midnight alley

When the moon starts falling and Scar puts them all in crash dummy suits into the rocket, there's still only 4 chambers but there's seven of them so Charlie sits on Scars lap and Ted tries to sit on Impulses shoulders when they drop

As soon as they pass through the Botem hole, it's not just Charlie who's trying to keep everyone alive, but now Grian is too

But Grian and Charlie both manage to give everyone an air bubble that they all sit in as they drift through the void until they're yoinked up by the watchers again

And deadass they're like

***TWO OF THEM?????!!!***

The Watchers realize they've made a little bit of an oopsie and are just like "We thought you were our little empire!!! You two have the same taste of magic!!!" (Its shape-shifting magic, they're both natural born shape shifters) They start drilling Charlie on what the fuck he's been doing with his powers and he just goes like "I've just been fucking around with people in the one block void worlds, especially that one guy, Wilbur."

And grian goes

"you fucking *what*"

Charlie realizes he was fucking with his brother and just, the most *shit eating grin* ever"

Milo was a good fish!"

"YOU WERE OVERIDING MY DROPS, YOU-"

"Now now boys, please don't maul eachother on the marble."

I think I'm gonna end the story once the Watchers direct them back towards the Season 9 world

Ted and Charlie respawn in separate worlds. And when Charlie opens his eyes, Condi is there in a shittly little wooden shack

[good-chimes]

G.I.G.S. PLAY LETHAL COMPANY

STREAM RECAP

Skizz, Grian and Impulse appear in orange spacesuits in a down-at-heel salvage spaceship. They are met with a glowing red display informing them they have 4 days left to meet profit quota.

Impulse makes a good-faith attempt to read the training manual, but this is aggressively ignored by the other two, and even Impulse gives up completely when Scar arrives.

Grian hates that they all look the same and demands they change suits.

They all succeed in changing their suits to exactly the same shade of orange as they have only unlocked one color.

Grian deals with his frustration at being thwarted by jumping over the railing of their ship as it starts to land shouting WHEE!

Skizz: Did he just jump?

Grian: [has sustained enormous amounts of fall damage] MY LEGS

Eventually they discover the main point of the game, a mysterious abandoned facility.

Grian: HEEEEEEE [jumps over the railing into the depths of the facility]

Grian has died.

Grian’s ghost commands the ship to leave early.

The whole party are left by Grian to perish on a hostile planet.

Skizz: So, what did we learn?

Scar & Impulse together: Nothing.

Grian: Falling hurts?

Impulse discovers a valve he can’t pull. Scar asks if he needs a man to come down and pull his valve. Scar finds he cannot pull the valve either and suggests maybe we need someone else to come down and crank it.

Scar: Should we have left Grian to his own devices? [This is slander, Grian has begun to find valuable items for the crew.]

Scar and Skizz are eaten by sand monsters.

Scar and Skizz attempt to abandon the others but Impulse and Grian make it back in time.  

Grian: I can’t believe how bad we are at this.

1 day left to meet profit quota.

New planet! it is raining. Scar and Skizz get lost on an old rail track for about five minutes. When they return, they find the mysterious splattered corpses of their dead friends.

Both of them stand there inspecting the mysterious splattered corpses of their dead friends beside an inexplicable jar of pickles. Scar picks up a corpse. Skizz retrieves the pickles.

Scar get splattered by exactly the same monster as the other two, in the same place, doing the same thing.

Skizz: I saved the pickles!

Impulse’s ghost:  Really? 😒

0 days left to meet profit quota.

Argument over the value of pickles all the way back to the company planet, where a small window with a bell is apparently where to sell their stuff. Impulse tells the others to ring the bell and stand back. A dark force scythes out of the window and consumes their scrap. They return to orbit.

Ship: YOU HAVE NOT ACHIEVED YOUR PROFIT QUOTA. WELCOME TO OUR DISCIPLINARY CLASSES.

The airlock opens and sucks the whole party out into the airless void.

Impulse: Noooooooo!

Scar: Did we get spaced!?

Grian: [in a tone that suggests he thinks the Company have a point about incompetence] We’re being disciplined. In space.

Scar: I don’t like our boss.

Grian announces that he has a NEW STRATEGY. We stick together, we find stuff together, and we leave together.

Grian immediately runs off after landing.

Impulse: I think he’s dead.

Scar: Have faith in him, he’s British.

Grian: [reappears] The profit quota is 130 credits. We can do this if we do it PROPERLY. [These are rich words for a man who has jumped unnecessarily to his death several times.]

However, Grian is absolutely determined they are going to succeed. He finds a whole scrap engine. Meanwhile Scar, wondering if he will ever find anything of value, is delighted to find and recover an ominously glowing light.

Skizz: [hearing the new hum] What did you do?

Scar: I salvaged a lightbulb!

Impulse: YOU TURNED ON THE RADIATION, SCAR.

Scar: That wasn’t me, that was…Grian.

They have collected a big metal cog, an engine, Scar’s ominously glowing lightbulb, and miscellaneous junk. Skizz has died again. In site of Grian’s agitation for efficiency, they are still a few credits short of the quota. They are once more sucked through the airlock into the cold void of space.

Impulse: AUGH!

Skizz: OH NO COME ON.

Grian: [disgusted] We deserved it.

New planet again! They are definitely going to do things better and more efficiently this time.

Impulse: I’ve bought four flashlights! We should see a rocket landing to give them to us.

The rocket arrives playing a jaunty ice-cream truck tune. Skizz welcomes it by standing under it and yelling.

Skizz is killed by the rocket.

Scar: That’s so sad. [steals his flashlight]

Scar has found a horn

Grian: I think—

HORN NOISE

Grian: I think I’m going—

HORN NOISE

Grian: …

HORN NOISE

Grian: I’m going back to the ship.

HORN NOISE HORN NOISE HORN NOISE

Skizz: Well at least I always know where Scar is now

HORN NOISE

Grian: [back at the ship] SCAR I’m going to have to ask you to DROP THE HORN.

Scar will not drop the horn. They travel to company planet to sell. Visibly at the end of his rope, Grian finally convinces Scar to put down the horn.

Grian immediately steals the horn for himself and starts using it.

The next mysterious abandoned facility has nothing to offer but a very difficult parkour jump over a dizzying drop.

Grian: We gotta do the jump.

Impulse successfully makes the jump and gets to the other side. A giant braineating slug instantly drops on his head. The others assist him via encouraging shouts of ‘look at that idiot!’. Eventually it is decided there has to be a rescue party. The other three make the jump and try ineffectually punching the slug (Scar: BANG HIM. JUST BANG HIM!) The slug finishes eating Impulse’s brain and starts eating Grian’s. (Grian: IT’S ON ME). Scar attempts to pick up Grian’s body. The slug lands on Scar. The slug eats Scar’s brain while Skizz runs away and starts the ship.

Skizz: [having abandoned all his friends to die and failed to pick up any scrap] A grade D? This is outrageous.

Scar picks up the horn again in revenge.

They return to the company planet. Grian rings the bell several times to sell their stuff.

An eldritch tentacle monstrosity eats Grian.

Impulse: There was a bell. You knew he was going to press the button too many times.

Scar: WHY DO WE WORK FOR SOMEBODY LIKE THIS.

Newly resurrected, Grian proposes for their next run on a new planet they buy some flashlights. Impulse proposes that they save the money as they will probably die and need them on a future mission. Skizz proposes they buy Impulse some OPTIMISM and BELIEF IN HIS TEAM. This motion is carried.

Scar proposes they all take a moment to remember the airhorn and how fun it was. This motion is summarily discarded.

Grian jumps into a sand creek in his great excitement at the arrival of the ice-cream truck supply rocket and slowly falls to his death shrieking HELP ME.

Impulse: I’M HELPING [Impulse also slowly falls to his death]

Skizz: Here’s the ice-cream truck!

They were too slow and the rocket has left without giving them the flashlights.

In an act of protest at being a ghost, Grian starts playing a Switch game with the music up and his mic on.

Scar dies to another carnivorous slug and Impulse and Grian’s ghosts tell the ship to take off and let Skizz perish on the hostile planet, leaving once more with no scrap and a mission grade of F.

Scar: We’re all dead.

Impulse, the man who originally threw away the instruction manual: Maybe we should read up and see if there’s something we missed about this game.

Scar: I liked the air horn.

Impulse: … What if we played Phasmophobia instead?

[bluiex]

got two concepts for ya lol

so the first one is ghost hunter scarian where grian and scar are two long-time friends (who 100% have some unresolved tension that they will refuse to talk about ever) who start going ghost hunting as it's been a passion of scars. they've kind of got a buzzfeed unsolved type dynamic where scar is the scared believer meanwhile grian doesn't believe At All but still goes with him because he knows it's important to scar (and also doesn't want scar falling through the floor of an old house someday) plus hey, having your rather attractive friend fall all over you whenever he hears a slight noise isn't all too bad ;)

well after a while, they finally do find a ghost- mumbo, who's been dead for over 200 years, and grian can't believe it. eventually grian does end up believing and becomes friends with mumbo, and the two get along really well. meanwhile as grian tries to help mumbo move on (insert something about the rift) he has to confront his growing feelings for scar, which may or may not be reciprocated.

and concept number two which is a lot less flesh out which is demon scar (who doesn't really want to be a demon, frankly) x fallen angel grian. all I know about this one is I think jellie would be a hellcat that follows scar around everywhere lol

🕊️🐈

salkjfssdg I love the ghost hunting one sm because thats a passion of mine irl Grian is just there for the ride lmao (and the random hugs he gets cuz Scar freaks out over the littlest of things) Okay BUT LIKE WHAT IF. HEAR ME OUT. Scar brings to the investigation a spirit box, starts asking all these questions and they get like absolutely nothing and Grian is just like alright, see no ghosts. then the spirit box goes off after that saying "Touch" then Grian feels something touch his back AND HE FREAKS OUT now he's the one jumping into Scar's arms meanwhile Scar is like sooo excited they got a response Suddenly the ghost manifests itself into Mumbo whos just laughing his ass off(who touched Grian btw) because it was fuckin hilarious. then yeah, Grian starts believing, trying to help Mumbo move on.. Whilst doing that Grian confesses to Mumbo about how much he likes Scar but is super worried Scar doesn't feel the same way because well he's never shown any signs of liking him back--

Jellie as a hellcat following demon Scar is everything. Demon Scar, who is not very good at being a demon, finds fallen angel Grian.. now Scar hopes Grian can make him not a demon somehow.. thus falling in love ensues

[briarlovesclara]

35 ways to say "i love you" MASTERLIST

based on a list of 35 ways to say i love you that i found here on tumblr via @/zebonos (they don't know who the original author is).

this will be a series of drabbles/ficlets from various fandoms, including ocs of mine and my friends. please feel free to recommend characters for the open slots!

all fandom content is about characters and is not reflective of content creators, however, stated boundaries will be respected! if any of my work violates the comfort of content creators, please let me know!

(cross-posted on ao3 under jayistootiredforthis!)

KEY:

♡ fluff/has comfort

■angst/no comfort

🔅bittersweet elements

☆favorites

💕platonic

♦️romantic

¤ potentially triggering content (see notes of specific post)

ABBREVIATION/SOURCE KEY:

d![xyz]: dream smp characters

r![xyz]: characters from my friend's minecraft realm that is being adapted into a standalone story

gl![xyz]: generation loss characters

3l![xyz]: 3rd life smp characters

dl![xyz]: double life smp characters

half secrets: characters from an rpg that i dm with my friends. based on a revised and parallel harry potter universe

any characters not explained here are from self-explanatory sources or easily searchable sources.

LIST:

as a hello | d!wilbur and d!niki 💕

with a hoarse voice, under the covers | d!tubbo and d!ranboo💕

a scream | undecided half secrets characters

over a cup of tea &

over a beer bottle | r!bea and r!beam💕

on a sunny tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair | d!wilbur and d!tubbo PART 1💕

as a thank you | amy and rory♦️

as an apology | crowley and aziraphale♦️

when baking chocolate chip cookies | gl!niki and gl!charlie💕

not said to me | d!techno and d!ranboo💕

with a shuddering gasp | twelfth doctor and bill potts💕

when we lay together on the fresh spring grass | katniss and peeta♦️

in a letter | lily evans and sirius black💕■

a whisper in the ear | the doctor and river♦️

loud, so everyone can hear | r!bea and r!steg💕

over and over again, till it's nothing but a senseless babble | clara oswald and danny pink♦️

when the broken glass litters the floor |

from very far away | d!wilbur and d!fundy💕

with no space left between us | ryley and maverick ♦️♡ ☆

as we huddle together, the storm raging outside | katniss and prim💕

over your shoulder | rose and tentoo PART 1♦️

muffled, from the other side of the door | gl!sneeg and gl!ranboo💕

through a song | 12th doctor and clara oswald💕

without really meaning it | d!wilbur and d!tubbo PART 2💕

in a blissful sigh as you fall asleep | dl!tango and dl!jimmy💕

broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave | tenth doctor and ghost!donna 💕

a taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips | katniss and finnick💕

when i am dead | jack harkness and gwen cooper💕

slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey |

too quick, mumbled into your scarf | d!philza and d!techno💕

in awe, the first time you realized it | rose and tentoo PART 2♦️

in a way i can't return | thirteenth doctor and yaz♦️

on a post-it note | d!eret and the l'manburgians💕

before we jump | 3l!grian and 3l!scar💕

as a goodbye | d!philza and d!wilbur💕■🔅¤

[betweenlands]

for the ask game, pearlescentmoon?

First impression: oh hey new hermitgal! i recognize her username, that’s one of grian’s design folks! can’t wait to see what she does! [promptly forgets to watch any of her episodes, like a ding-dong]

Impression now: she’s pretty cool! i like her s9 vibes as the Trash Lady a lot and she was extremely fun in double life. i still don’t watch her but she is also a blorbo in law to me

Favorite moment: every single second she is in the same place as cleo in double life. she’s an icon

Unpopular opinion: i do not like the duo name “sky duo” and i do not like the idea that pearl and grian Have To have a duo name/be a duo just because they were in evo together. and i do not (usually) like watcher pearl either. sorry to be petty, i understand why all these things are the way they are, i am just tired

Favorite relationship: she and cleo need to interact more often please they are both absolutely drop-dead hilarious

Favorite headcanon: weirdly attached to an old headcanon (from our friend @rubyroboticalt) about pre-s8 pearl sort of... haunting grian’s builds if she helped design them. like she’s just a weird ghost phantasm you see in windows out of the corner of your eyes and stuff.

Idea for a story: what if pearl had a gun. this one’s not a shitpost. what if pearl was from a slightly more realistic world (somewhere between a welcome to night vale and a magnus archives) and she had a gun for shooting eldritch horrors with. Weird Australia is so hostile that herobrine himself could appear in front of her and she would absolutely not be fazed.

[hermits-in-space]

For your song prompt: how about the 'Boatem' crew? (Scar, Grian, Mumbo, Impulse, and Pearl.)

OK Gonna put some of this under a cut cause. oh boy this turned out really long LMAO

For Scar:

-Dirty Imbecile by The Fits

+Yeah I know it says the word "scar" a lot but honestly thats not why I chose the song- This is the first song in the sfgg playlist actually!! its always fit my scar! especially the lyrics, "All these things ive tried, boy: be cute, be dumb, be wise, be young. So don't tell me what to fear in the darkness of this atmosphere!"

Also funny thing I misheard "be young" as "be yours". Didn't realize this until i looked up the lyrics as im writing this LOL

-Space Shanty by Live at Solace

+It's a funny human space shanty! That's really all there is to it, I just like imagining Scar singing this and the crew having NO idea whats happening but still having a blast

-Bones in the Ocean by The Longest Johns

+Vacation arc Scar! Ow! Singer is Scar in this case and his shipmates are of course the crew- They aren't actually dead but I think it reflects his process of coping while trapped in the watcher citadel and wondering where his friends are

For Grian:

-Starlight Brigade by TWRP

+I actually wrote a SFGG fic based on this one! It's old and sort of outdated but if you're curious it can be found here! Anyways this is my go to song for imagining how Grian gets to the HSS. From the whole being brought to the citadel to be inducted as a watcher to a very scuffed escape. also towards the end i imagine it fast forwards to when they attack the citadel and Grian can get some catharsis- Anyways I highly associate this one with Grian

-Fear by Sleeping at Last

+Kind of hard to explain without lyrics but this makes me think of Grian's experience during Scar and Hex's absence- working himself to exhaustion trying to find any trace of his friends whatsoever. Finally getting a lead and throwing himself into it- its just Good

-Hell's Comin' With Me by The Poor Man's Poison

+Grian Goes ApeshitTM- Mostly towards the watchers as he rallies people to go siege the citadel

For Mumbo:

-Cabinet Man by Lemon Demon

+Haha robot go brrr. Also possibly something something struggling to fit in with a crew of mainly organic folks. Also as a robot, Emotions Are Weird!

-The Bidding by Tally Hall

+Vibes also its a JAM and reminds me of him, especially the chorus :D

-Malfunction by Steam Powered Giraffe

+I imagine him and Mayhem singing this one a lot- Learning to accept yourself for who you are and be confident in yourself despite your flaws !!!

For Impulse:

-Soap by The Oh Hellos

+It has his vibes honestly, especially the lyrics "Oh no, I think I'm not quite ready to have you circle the drain, all the things we've broken can be puzzled together again." Well, to me at least. It just makes me happy :]

-Soft Fuzzy Man by Lemon Demon

+Impulse is a seaslug guy so he is not fuzzy BUT he is soft and good for hugs! Also this song is just fun and i think he'd dance to it

-Hey, Lover! by The Daughters of Eve

+I can imagine him vibing to this! Also this at all his friends! lover (platonic)

For Pearl:

-Ghost Choir by Louie Zong

+Its SUCH a cute song and I think she can make those noises. woo-O-OOO :D

-Everything Stays by Olivia Olson

+With how Moonsprites take on similar traits as their moon (craters, damages, fissures, etc) I imagine this is sort of how Pearl changes over the course of the story. How she may look different but she's still her

-Constellations by The Oh Hellos

+How connected Pearl feels to space!!! Constellations a million miles away!! She knows them all by heart!! Sort of how like a pigeon can always find its way home, Pearl can always find her way back to her moon :]