#i just like doll grian :)

[kriber]

stitches and stuffing

and the acquisition of wings by one (1) grian [1045 words]

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"Scar?" Scar blinked at the sudden voice, then wheeled over to the edge of his train and looked down. Grian stood there, staring up at him with a face as blank as ever.

"Well hello there, Grian!" Scar chirped.

"I need your help," Grian said.

Scar hummed. "Of course! What do you need?"

Grian pulled out a pile of fabric. "Can't reach my back."

"Ohhhhh, sure thing!" Scar immediately knew what Grian needed from him. "Come on up!"

Grian didn't hesitate to climb up the ladder, throwing the fabric into Scar's lap. The zookeeper picked up the material - soft and fluffy, in orange and blue and gray hues. The fabric was sewn into wing shapes, already stuffed with cotton.

Scar dutifully dug out a needle and some thread from a small compartment by his bed. "Surprised it took you this long to come up," Scar mused. "You usually get me to sew your wings on as soon as you get an elytra, and I noticed you don't really have one yet!"

"Taking things slow this season," Grian hummed, tapping the floor with his foot. He was dressed in big brown overalls and boots, and there was an odd patch on his arm. He was really into the fishing thing this season. He even had a ratty old beanie on his head.

Not to mention… "What's with the… uh," Scar motioned at Grian's face.

Grian looked away and poked at his new facial hair. "Thought it'd fit the vibe. I was fishing for so long, I just took some hair from my head and glued it on my face.

"Wait, wait, wait," Scar laughed. "From your head?"

Grian groaned and pulled his beanie off. A bald spot appeared from under the hat.

Scar cackled. "Oh, Grian there had to have been a better way!"

"I was BORED!" Grian blushed, face digging deeper into his collar. "I can glue it back!"

"All the stitching I did for that waffle, gone?" Scar gasped in mock hurt, putting a hand to his chest. "How could you?"

Grian rolled his eyes. "Yea, yea, can you help me or not?"

Scar chuckled. "Yea, G, come here."

Grian chuckled too, and turned to go sit on Scar's bed. "This might work better."

"It might work better if I could actually work on you," Scar rolled his eyes and wheeled over to his bed.

Grian blinked, then realized. "Oh. Right. One sec."

Before Scar's eyes, Grian completely changed. It wasn't a gradual thing, it just happened all at once. What was previously a 5 foot something fisherman in a red sweater was now a 3 foot tall plush doll. Grian shrugged off the suspenders of his overalls, which were now big and slumpy. He flopped down on the bed, his back pointing up. "That good?" he said, his voice not even remotely muffled by the bed. It never is.

"Perfect," Scar said, and lined up the wings where they usually went. He also placed the tail in its appropriate spot, though he did have to pull the overalls down slightly. Grian's usual black pants were underneath. Not like he expected anything different.

"I'm surprised you still need to ask me to drop the illusion," Grian commented, not even flinching when the first needle broke his sweater-skin. "You've been doing this nearly every season for me."

"I work with glamours, not illusions!" Scar huffed, tightening a stitch. "They're completely different!"

"Aren't they the same, like, conceptually?" Grian asked.

"Not at all!" Scar smiled, always ready to go on a rant. "Illusions trick the brain into thinking something's there when it isn't. Glamours cover something, like a pretty face or sparkly sparkly wings!"

"Ohhh, so illusions add while glamours subtract?" Grian realized.

"Something like that, yea!" Scar said, finishing up his stitch. Grian's right wing was now sewn on, and the doll gave it a little test flutter. At his thumbs up, Scar moved onto the second wing. "What bird are you this time?"

"Kingfisher," Grian replied.

"Makes sense," Scar nodded. "Why not something like a seabird?"

"I like the colors of kingfishers," Grian chuckled.

"Fair enough!" Scar said.

They worked like that for a while, Scar filling the air with rambles about Star Wars or the train he was working on, while Grian relaxed and let the air be saturated with his friend's voice. Eventually, they finished, and Grian hopped off the bed.

"You look amayzing!" Scar clapped.

"Thanks to your sewing skills," Grian complimented, turning around in a circle. His soft footfalls barely made a sound. "I look great!"

"They aren't even elytra'd yet," Scar frowned slightly. "Are you not gonna fly?"

"Like I said, I'm taking things slow," Grian turned his beady little eyes to Scar and tilted his head. Scar knew how a smile looked like on his friend. He didn't have a mouth, after all. "Slow like a snail."

"Ohhhh are you the one who sent that snail to Gem's base?" Scar chuckled, looking over at the beautiful lighthouse nearby. A tiny teal speck was barely visible from here.

"I did no such thing," Grian said innocently, in that exact tone he had when he was definitely not innocent.

"Mmmmhm, sure, G," Scar laughed. Then, he snapped his fingers. "Oh, what if I give you little snail antenna?"

Grian gasped and his wings flapped in excitement. "YES!!! That would be so cute!"

Scar smiled at Grian's enthusiasm. "How about you go fishing, see if you can get that mending book-" he stifled a laugh at Grian's groan "-and I'll whip up little feelers for you?"

"Oh, that'd be great, Scar, thank you!" Grian said. Then, the air around him warped again, and he was back to looking at least somewhat real. Scar could still see the ethereal thread that held his limbs together. He stretched his wings, real and feathery, and flapped them once. They propelled him slighly forward, and he laughed. Scar's own wings, hidden under several layers of glamour, fluttered.

"I'll be back!" Grian said, jumping off the train and gliding back to his dock. Watching him run, it was hard to tell he wasn't really alive in the first place. Scar rolled his eyes and tooted his train's horn. Well, time to work on those antenna!

[hall0wedwyrm]

making a Smash Bros AU just so they can be friends...

but immediately being derailed by-

you guys don't know the core of this AU and i wont be telling you for a while.

edit also i will be writing for this AU the dynamics are just tooo funny

[hybbat]

Okay but hear me out.

Obviously ranchers team up 2.0 would be amazing

And everyone wants to see the absolutely cringefail disaster that is Scar and Jimmy teaming up

BUT, Scar seems reeeaaally obsessed lately with trying to do literally anything with Tango

So, basically I propose for the next traffic game: scar, Jimmy, and Tango team.

Tango is constantly Done with Scar, Scar repeatedly throws them under the bus while declaring them his bffs, Jimmy is being yanked back and forth like a doll trying to herd cats. They are constantly setting up the stupidest traps known to man. They all keep encouraging each other to go through with the worst ideas ever.

Jimmy is in way over his head with both of them. Tango tries to make a hole in the ground to farm creepers and Scar intentionally sabotages it to keep him out of the hole on at least one server. At some point the ranchers are scooby doo chasing Scar around trying to get their supply of tnt away from him. Tango is constantly getting angry but an action figure joke is Jimmy's last straw, and Scar goes to mope to Grian that his parents kicked him out of the house. They try to replace him with skizz. He somehow weasels his way back in like 20 minutes later just before they all die. He' the only one whose pvp skills the other players respect so the rnchers just get beaten up without him. They have a pet ravager probably.

Anyways, that's my vision.

[dmwrites]

So, I was thinking about in-game/storyline reasons for Bdubs not uploading his pov of Limited Life, and it kind of spiraled from “maybe he’s an npc this season” to “well grian would have to do the administrative work to make a bdubs npc I guess” to “well Martyn’s vtuber lore…”, so now there’s this thing. Uh, enjoy?

——

“Bdubs?”

Cleo heard a familiar throat clearing from behind the tree she and Scar were trying to cut down, and called out to whoever was on the other side of the river.

“Ah, Cleo, hello!”

Cleo smiled cheerily at Bdubs, who was approaching them. Scar waved Bdubs over, and they all started working on chopping down the same big dark oak tree.

“Another life series already, can you believe it?” Cleo asked. She couldn’t help but smile- the sun was warm, her friends were all around her, and a new opportunity for good, wholesome murder.

It was natural, the way that she, Scar, and Bdubs fell into an alliance. They were good together, a kind of natural blend of sarcasm and thirst for violence.

But something wasn’t quite right. She shrugged it off at first, thinking it was the general overhanging anxiety of a clock ticking down to death. But no, it wasn’t until the second boogeyman was chosen that she began to realize exactly what was wrong.

When Bdubs had killed Skizz, not even a minute after he had been named boogeyman number two, Cleo hadn’t been paying attention to him. She had been laughing at Scar, and helping him out of the pond he’d fallen into after being rammed by a goat. But when she looked up, to see a death message in chat and Bdubs standing, axe still raised, that same, broad smile on his face.

“Bdubs?”

There was a moment of stillness, where Bdubs stood there, staring off into the space that Skizz had occupied only moments ago. His head then jerked to the side, and he laughed.

“Ah, Cleo, hello. Ah, well, that’s done now.”

Cleo laughed at his laissez-faire attitude, but couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d seen something from Bdubs that wasn’t right.

“Bdubs! You killed Skizz!” Scar exclaimed, interrupting her thoughts.

Bdubs didn’t respond to that, just smiled broadly as Skizz came over the hill again, swearing up a storm and making everything even more funny.

As much as she’d like to forget the weirdness she felt about Bdubs, it was impossible, since he was right there, cheering her on, joining Scar in calling her Mom. He was being odd, in ways that wouldn’t have mattered to anyone but her. He didn’t wear armor until Cleo gave him some. Whatever was suggested, he happily agreed to. He had that big ol’ classic Bdubs smile, but it was the eyes. There was something missing from his eyes- like they had gone dull and lifeless, like a statue or doll.

“Scar?”

“Hmm? Yes, Mom?” Scar was sitting on the top of the mountain, resting for a moment, and gave a cackle as he spoke.

Cleo elected to ignore that for the time being. “Does something seem a little… off… about Bdubs to you?” She eased herself down next to him.

Scar frowned, and Cleo had to appreciate that Scar, for all of his misgivings and silly nature, took her seriously when it was needed. The two looked towards their rudimentary farm land, where Bdubs was doing some final bits of crop harvesting before the sun fully set. The last rays of sunlight glinted off of the many clocks that hung off of his body. He was planting seeds in a uniform, practiced way, focused on his task without the usual whimsical and jumpy gait to his step.

“No, not really.” Scar said slowly. “But, I will say… isn’t it odd that his skin doesn’t change? We all get reset every season, but he… it’s like his last life season never really left him or something.”

Cleo frowned. Last Life was always close to her mind too, but it had never left any… physical marks. Bdubs looked like a sore that never healed.

“Oh, also, he said this thing I thought was kind of, well, I wouldn’t call it out of character, and it was a throwaway comment at best I suppose, but when he and I were trekking the server with our horses and wares, he said he was content to just watch me, like some kind of hidden camera show. Watching my life. Like he’s just a camera for me. And he’s always egging on my terrible ideas.”

“But he’s always like that- he’s a ‘yes, and’ man. You know that.” Cleo said.

“You’re the one who seems to be worried- why don’t you go talk to him then? I don’t want the family to be broken up so quickly. We already lost Dad.”

Cleo smacked Scar lightly up the backside of his head. “Shut it, boy.”

She did wander out to Bdubs, who was just finishing up the final seed plantings.

“Bdubs?”

“Ah, Cleo, hello!” Bdubs stood up and beamed at her.

“Are you okay, Bdubs?” Cleo asked. “Enjoying your time so far?”

“Of course! I am greatly enjoying this time with my friends!” Bdubs’ face wasn’t changing. He was talking and his mouth was moving, but his eyes still were just that same kind of glassy deadness. It struck Cleo all at once, suddenly, what exactly was wrong. It was the uncanny valley effect that she sometimes got when she made a statue too realistic. Bdubs didn’t look like he was living. It was impossible to tell, most people wouldn’t ever see it, only feel that weird anxiety.

“You’re not the real Bdubs.” Cleo said, trying very hard to keep the tremor out of her voice.

Bdubs’ mouth opened and closed for a moment, those eyes still just as wide and happy as it had been since she’d first seen Bdubs on this sever.

“Bdubs?”

“Ah, yes, Cleo.”

“You say that every time I say your name.” Cleo whispered.

——

“Grian.”

Joel and Jimmy must have wandered off, leaving Grian in the ruins of the mansion (which Cleo secretly giggled about). Grian was typing on his commutator, assumedly some admin stuff to do with the server, but looked up and smiled as Cleo approached.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Sorry to bother you, but I think something is… off about Bdubs.”

For a moment, a flash of recognition and panic appeared in Grian’s face, then smoothed back out. Grian was good at lying, but Cleo had been dealing with misbehavior and liars for a lot longer then he’d even been alive.

“I don’t know w-”

“Don’t bother lying to me, you’ll just embarrass yourself.” Cleo cut him off abruptly. Her head was pounding- she was right, something was wrong. And Grian knew what it was. “What happened to Bdubs?”

“Cleo, that is an administrative issue, not a player issue. That information is private and between only those who need to know.” Grian was talking fast, and his communicator kept beeping- resetting a whole mansion wasn’t an easy task, clearly. He was clearly distracted. “Bdubs being an npc this season is not- oh no.” Grian groaned at his mistake. He closed his communicator and took out his sword. “Okay, so let’s just pretend that I didn’t say that.”

“You really think you can frighten me into silence, little bird?” Cleo crossed her arms and puffed out her chest. She was very scared, she knew how Grian was when he was backed into a corner. And she didn’t even have diamond armor.

“Cleo, listen. I respect you, and I know you care a lot about Bdubs. But let this one go. It’s not… it’s complicated, okay? No one can know, not ever. It’s too…” Grian looked her over, coming to some kind of decision. “Listen, I may not scare you, but I will kill you. If this gets out, I will slaughter you over and over until your out of the series. With no remorse. I promise this.”

Cleo held her ground for as long as she could, jaw set, brain frantically screaming at her to go. “Fine.” She finally said. “It stays here. For now.” She turned and walked away without another word, mentally preparing for an arrow to the back. But nothing came, and she walked until she was beyond the still-smoldering dark oak forest. She could see her allies, Scar and not-really Bdubs, on the mountain, but she couldn’t go there. Not yet.

So she walked in the flat area around spawn, just kind of wandering, mind racing. So Bdubs was some kind of npc- she vaguely knew what that meant. Non-playable. But how could a person be non-playable? It did seem like he has certain things that he said and did- a yes, and man to the extreme, which wasn’t too far off from the man she knew anyway. She had to wonder if being boogeyman hasn’t been part of the script, if that’s why he’d killed Skizz the instant he’d be chosen. But was that even what npc meant?

“But why have an npc?” She murmured to herself, wandering by a small cave opening.

“What did you just say?”

And faster then she’d ever seen him move, Martyn barreled out of the cave entrance, a wild look in his eyes. It was odd to see her old soulmate, and she almost expected a twinge of pain when he tripped over a rock in his hurry over to her.

“Martyn?”

“Cleo, please- did you just say npc?” Martyn was almost shaking, and held out his hands to her. She’d never seen him look so rattled.

“I- yeah.” She cringed, remembering Grian’s threats. “But that’s just between you and me. What, do you know something about that?”

“I- oh my god.” Martyn ran his fingers through his hair. “We need to talk right now. If you know what npc’s are, that changes everything. I- wow.”

“What on earth are you on about, Martyn?” Cleo asked, anxiety rising in her once again.

“I don’t know.” Martyn said. “Well, I do, kind of, it’s just… can we talk?” He gestured to his cave.

“I- yeah, I suppose so.” Cleo replied. It was almost funny, how they were teamed up together by necessity once more. But this seemed a lot bigger then their own souls. Cleo thought of Bdubs and his empty, wide eyes, and it steeled whatever resolve she had inside her.

“So, where to start…”

[ladyevol]

Withered Dolls AU

Ok, I think I'm calling my AU withered dolls. Here are the basics:

•Months after Secret Life Scar starts making dolls of his friends using clay, wool, and flowers. However, some of these dolls come to life as the souls of the winners are attracted to them. They look and feel like real people. However, they also have flowers growing on them around the injuries that killed them.

•Scar is the only one who can create these dolls and he isn't sure how, he just feels this inspiration and starts creating and, suddenly, he creates a doll based on someone from a different world he shouldn't even remember.

•Also, once he starts creating these dolls, somethings begin appearing in the world, and they are similar to Scar's dolls except that they are faceless.

If a living doll dies, Scar can create a new body for it, but Scar still works under Secret Life rules. He can just abuse the button to get back to full health, but he isn't sure what would happen if he died since none of the dolls can create or heal.

•I think that I will also have more than just the life series winners here as well. I'm having 3rl Grian, LL Scott, DL Pearl, LimL Martyn, and RL Cleo, of course, but also DL Scott (he did technically win as well) AND witchcraft Scott (might add the winner of minecraft SOS too)

•Here is a list of what flowers each doll has:

3rdL!Grian- Poppies

LL!Scott- Corn flower

DL!Pearl- Lilac

LimL!Martyn- Dandelion

Rl! Cleo- Mushroom (Yes, I know it isn't a flower shhhh)

DL! Scott- Cyan Flower

Wc! Scott- Wither Rose

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

Weird ask for the monster apocalypse au but does grian know about clothes? Like i assume all the humans he’s seen have been fully clothed so when he’s humanish does he just make them part of his skin because he doesn’t know they come off?

Don’t know if that made any sense. But it’s important to me.

-🦕

Tastefully naked 👍 he's killed enough humans to know that there is bare skin under clothes. but he's got modesty feathers sometimes. he's like a ken doll down there tho he doesn't know what's happening under the clothes lol

(I am a little obsessed with him just being like Okay Clothes Are A Thing and just. growing them. god he's such a little freak)

[itsallgrianhere]

One time while I was watching YHS (the prequel one) and there was a little dialogue where Grian said that he used to have a doll that looks like him when Sam and Taurtis where curious about his "friend" since they have both objects that they consider as friends to them. (Like Sam with his Teddy bear and Taurtis with his fish at the time)

Which made me think about the dialogue that was used in the episode. Which made me this headcanon.

you see I have another headcanon that Grian has a little sister, they have a deep bond with each other and consider her as his only friend besides his look a like doll of course but when their parents sent Grian a way since at the time, both their parents were in the process of divorcing.

(IDK, what reason that they sent him to Japan but I'm guessing that there was an exchange student program that was happening in his old school, so I guess Grian signed up to get away from his toxic household or something like that)

The little sister was confused and scared at the time while Grian, despite being 7 at least understood by his knowledge of what was happening but he didn't want to leave her alone by herself, so he left his look a like doll to her and to let her know that "If you miss them you then you can remember me though this doll." The little understood what he said and kept the doll.

And years later in Evo, out of nowhere where Pearl drops down was meeting by Grian, unexpectedly at first he was surprised by a new member who joined the server but for some reason, he knows her but why.

That's when she took out the doll that looked just like him and said "Brother, it's me Pearl, your little sister."

Yes, in my headcanon, Grian passed down his doll version of him that he mentioned in YHS to his little sister, pearl as a way to remember him when he was gone.

aww

[amethystfairy1]

ZEDANGO AODJCIIXSOSPCJJDS <- exploded

Aoakdkds i love how you write them it makes me want to squish them together like dolls to force then to stop being idiot oajdkskdkkdkss

I love how cub just instantly recognised the necklace, i gneuinely want to see how he would react both to scar being with grian and with tango being the one who gave zed the necklace aodkksdfs

I need to give tango a shake to keep him from overworking himself he needs to stop and get some sleep akdnkakfc

I'm so glad you love them!!! Thank you thank you!

They need someone to just lock them in a small room for a few hours, at this point 😆

Cub is so done, he's already dealing with Scar's love life, now Zed? it's a mess. he's tired 😭

TANGO NEEDS SLEEP PASS IT ON!

Thanks so much! 💖

[eberine]

have a silly gif/page doll i did of grian!! i drew this for my friends who like watching him,,, so don’t follow me for more content like this 😞 hmm maybe i should get into some of the series he has but i am not too sure…feel free to convince me to watch it btw LMAO

(you are allowed to use this just tell me beforehand and credit)

[life-winners-liveblog]

*taps mic* Hello? Can you hear me? (Except Martyn lol imagine going from the best listener to someone who is deaf)

Hi I just got here and am being very entertained by you guys

Gri I would try to help you work through your trauma but all efforts have been futile so far so instead take this leather jacket and sunglasses (to match timmy!), a sun holographic picture, as well as these cookies 🍪 (<- those are cookies shortbread is a biscuit)

Scott, be careful try not to burn yourself out, take these paints and easels, (fake) coral jewellery, a star/night sky holographic picture, and some poppies

Pearl, I would give you something, but someone is very mean and won't let me, so I'm sending you some sunflowers, a puppy and some bones, a moon holographic picture, and a clock

*If possible, I yank on Martyn's hair* *a note then appears with the following writing* Martyn, I don’t even care about the fact that you betrayed your Scott, it made sense for you, was a good ending moment and he didn't even mind (was probably his favourite version of events that could have happened). No, I'm mad at you because of how apathetic you are. I'm sorry that you find it "easy" to move on, but others feeling emotions about their past is not weak. It's human. You are quite literally my second-least favourite person and the other person has the same illness as you but worse. You get a pufferfish, a (toy) axe, a cake, and a holographic picture that seems to change images. Sometimes it shows the sea, sometimes it shows trees, sometimes Mars, sometimes a meteor, sometimes a black hole (ooc: etc etc just all the different Martyn winner interpretations lol I'm not writing all of them)

Jim-jam! Nice to see you! You get poppies, a wooden doll, a frog and bucket, and a holographic picture of a canary

Scar! It's been a while since anyone has sent you anything buddy so you get 3 more llamas, 15 more camels, 19 more pandas and 81 more jellie cats. Oh and a holographic picture of cacti

DL!Scott you fucker you are my least favourite you apathetic son of a bitch. You get the poison effect

SL!Jimmy you get cake for being the in-between person, as well as a ghost plushie and a holographic picture of a doggo (if you look closely there's a canary)

To the rest of the losers, I'll give them some weighted blankets. One for everyone :)

-Saph <3

LimL!Jimmy: This is still not Judge Judy and Executioner... But thank you...

~~~~~~

Grian: ugh... I don't know how other me can confortably wear this all day.

LimL!Jimmy: Grian why are you dressed like me?!?! Do this mean you want to join the Bad Boys??

Grian: Uhhhhh... not really? The whispers -

LimL!Jimmy: Why not?!? You could be an honorary Bad Boy!!!

Grian: ... Fine, whatever.

LimL!Jimmy: Yeah yeah yeah!

~~~~~

Pearl: Ooooh nice! Let's see, how does this holographic thing work?

Scott: Oh they sent me one of those as well! I think... you do it like... this!

Pearl: Mansplaining moment.

Scott: What!?!? I was just... you asked...and I...

Pearl: Calm down Scott, it was just a joke... why are you so jittery.

Scott: ...Maybe the whispers are right, I do need to relax a little.

~~~~~

Martyn: Well screw you too I guess, that hurt... and I never said that feeling about the past is weak, what I find weak is letting said emotions submerge you completely like Grian does, now I have seen how he was, I saw his passion but when I look at him now I see none of that, he is not weak because he misses Scar, who cares about that, he is weak because he wallows in his own self pity and misery constantly... He couldn't have done anything differently and he can't go back to change anything so why does he insist on acting like a wet wipe.

[askdacast]

since I started liking/posting stuff related to the funny boomer Minecraft Youtubers playing an improv death game, I'm probably gonna post more opinion or lore posts occasionally when I have time; the Life Series is like one of my pet obsessions I circle back to every time a new season comes up like most people.

(to my friends/other followers who have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sorry)

I don't usually watch the main Hermitcraft/other SMP videos because they aren't my thing compared to the Life Series SMPs, but I do enjoy what the creators put out and they all deserve lots of praise for the hard work they've put in (especially after a lot of unwarranted criticism lately over Secret Life + Hermitcraft Season 9)

and now for a scorching hot take that will disappoint a lot of fans

I really like the Desert Duo...but only platonically, and lemme tell you "platonic" and "Hermitcraft/Life Series fanart" go together about as well as water and oil

I'm already not a fan of shipping in general as a personal taste, but when it comes to shipping real content creators, my discomfort is doubled. If you ship them I'm not gonna hate on you or ask you to stop, you're free to do as you like and I'm not the internet police.

That being said, Grian and Scar are super close friends iRL (if you include Mumbo, I consider them a "DO NOT SEPARATE" trio) and it's honestly really heartwarming to see them in other series just goofing around and even doing RL meet-ups (mostly Grian/Mumbo). To me I've always loved seeing really close friendships like these, and I will try to refrain from snarking about how people on the internet are really bad at distinguishing Philia love (friendship, really deep friendship) from Eros (romantic love).

The point is, I kinda feel uncomfortable when I see shipping of them cuz it feels like willfully misinterpreting the bond of actual real people. I know a lot of people say "separate the CCs from their personas in the series/lore," and I understand why, but the whole practice doesn't sit well with me. It almost feels like instead of creating something actually derivative of the real people, it's like smooching two dolls that just happen to be labelled "Grian" and "Scar". And as a writer myself for other things, I really like to pay respect to the subject matter I'm writing about, and that includes real people. And considering Grian iRL is a straight married man who's said before he doesn't really like the shipping (Scar to my knowledge has not given his opinion on it), it feels even more uncomfy to me when people try to ship him with one of his actual close best friends.

Yes in a way the real people are separate from the personas they put in Hermitcraft or the Life Series. They're like actors, doing it for the job and the sake of us the audience. (Considering I'm a big fan of Vtubers, I'm very acquainted with this paradox) Even still I can't help but always be cognizant of how they're still real people trying to put out their heart and soul to the public, and we enjoy what they do with deep respect for what they're doing. Shipping, especially if they've voiced their disapproval for it (even though they haven't banned it), feels just a tinge not respecting them as actual people, and feels a bit parasocial-y.

But again these are just my personal feelings, this is NOT a hate/call-out post to anyone in the fandom or demanding anyone to stop shipping the hermits. That being said you're likely to not get any out of me for the reasons I've stated above.

and a side note to talk about lore specifically, I just think platonic Desert Duo (for the Life Series specifically) is even more interesting than taking the romantic lens, because we can still have the angst and the doomed narrative and the unsaid trust between Grian and Scar, and still be able to celebrate each of them individually as respective players/creators, without having to make every achievement they make be about 'oooo because fate'

I haven't seen anyone yet posit the theory that (CHARACTER) Grian has distanced himself from (CHARACTER) Scar not because of just trauma but also that Grian thinks Scar is perfectly capable of holding on his own (shenanigans and carelessness aside). Like he's known Scar long enough to trust that he can survive on his own, and thinks that they should try to not hold each other back, and depending on who you ask this was either a really good or REALLY REALLY BAD CALL in Secret Life (because Scar did win on his own merits, but was left all alone)

[blue-pearl832]

Little mini thing for the tiny au I’m writing

Alright more for me to just ramble about little things is so you know whole whole like doll saga with grian imagine in the fic I’m writing pearl is good at clothing and fabric repair because grian used too constantly rip his clothes or his favorite stuffed animals so pearl learned to sew to do repair from there mother to cheer him up.

another one I have is since the whole thing is a play imagine jimmy playing a fantasy bard because canary SONG bird two the amount of times he sings is wonderful and three with bright yellow wings and a beautiful singing voice he’s bound to be popular.

I have to ramble on here most of the time because I have no one else to rant about this stuff too (:

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Something big is happening in Empires & Hermitcraft. Let's discuss! Specifically, Grian, Smallishbeans, LDshadowlady and Fwhip's episodes the week of October 9, 2022. I've clipped all the relevant scenes down below. I'm very interested in corrections and commentary!

[Note: They all ended their episodes at a portal with weird stuff happening, so if you're looking to check videos for rift lore, maybe skip to the ends.]

- October 9 - Grian finds a button in front of his Hermitcraft rift. It says "Begin?" Grumbot[1]  gives him a message that says "Push the button". He tries not to, but eventually gives in. (This is typical Grian behavior.)  (HC 9: Ep 23)

- October 11 - Lizzie finds a portal on Empires that bears some suspicious resemblance to Grian's rift. Hoping she might get crystals, she sends a fox named Gary through on a minecart to investigate, and bring back "lots of crystals, the shinier the better". They hit the portal, Gary goes through, the minecart doesn't. (Is Gary a modded villager? That's lizzie's thing?) (Empires s2, Ep 11)

- October 13 

(1) Joel spies the portal from his bridge, having heard about it already. He says he'll send something through because Lizzie already did. He sends one of his Jimmy dolls - it's important to remember the doll is named "Smallishbeans's Head". There's no minecart, he just chucks it in.  (Empires s2, ep 19) (2) Fwhip hears an explosion and finds the portal, decides to not engage with any of it. Later, Lizzie comes to Fwhip for help rescuing Gary, and they send Fwhip's creature, "Sniff, Explorer of the Deep", through the portal on a minecart to get Gary. I have no idea what kind of creature Sniff is. Some modded goblin horse I get. Snort's older brother. idk. (Empires S2 : Building a GOBLIN LAVA FORGE, because he can't be bothered to use episode numbers I guess?)

Maybe it's not Grian's rift, maybe Hermitcraft and Empires aren't connected, but that would be WILD. If you don't know, Grian is IRL friends with Lizzie and Joel, so them collaborating makes a lot of sense. Sausage is having big flashbacks to Empires s1 and Afterlife SMP. Gem and FalseSymmetry are in both Empires & Hermitcraft, and False's plot is about having woken up in a strange place. Pearl is in Hermitcraft, and was in Empires s1, and there's deep lore about her that I'm not caught up on, but she already exists between series, she sent Oli (theorionsound) from Afterlife SMP to Empires season 2, from her base in the sky. She's been Watching everything! She's a Saint? A Goddess? (I am going to catch up, I only finished emp1 this month.) And I'm told her afterlife/empires sky base is her hermitcraft s8 base. 

The Jimmy toy looks like Jimmy and has Joel's name. Their Double Life soulmates are in Hermitcraft. I saw a comic once that had Tango finding a Jimmy doll and it feeling familiar. Thus, I am now insane and will be at least until empires s2 is over, probably forever.

Here's some videos and some transcripts, but I've been at this two hours and I'm not transcribing them all, sorry!

(I will hopefully keep updating as things develop, but no promises. Probably with less transcription. I'll tag them all #mcyt crossover, because who knows how deep this will go.)

Joel transcript, at 13:26 - Joel spies the portal. "and whilst we're here, look at that. that's lore right there. weird lore stuff's happening on the server guys. what is it? I don't know. But I saw that Lizzie put something in it, so we should go put something in it as well. So what better than this little toy man here? Well, the toy version of the toy man. Have fun little toy-- oh, it's missed. Let's try again." [toy name says "Smallishbeans's Head"] "Have fun little toy man! And just like that, he's gone. I hope he's okay, but if he's not okay, then that's fine as well to be honest.

Fwhip transcript

11:57 - Fwhip says Jimmy is toying with his heart. </3

12:00 - Fwhip hears an explosion. "What? Bridge? What is (x3) that? I'm sorry but this is brand new. How did this pop up here out of the wall? [confused goblin noises] You know what, if I've learned anything being underground in the goblin cavern it's don't dig where you're not supposed to be digging. I'm going to be leaving that as if I've never saw it [things about copper and cave safety] spooky things are happening". 

15:30 - (too long to transcribe) Lizzie blows the emergency horn, says there's a situation with Gary, the greatest explorer who ever lived in Animalia. She's upset that Gary hasn't come back, Fwhip tells her that he heard an explosion earlier, Lizzie is more upset, wants a rescue mission. Fwhip says his empire's greatest explorer, "Sniff, Explorer of the Deep" has just returned home, [they laugh heartily]. Lizzie takes Fwhip and Sniff to the "crystal cave". Fwhip says maybe Gary did the explosion. Lizzie says Gary had a very specific mission (get crystals) and he'd never stray from the mission protocols. They tell Sniff to find and bring back Gary. Sniff spins around a lot, because he's excited for a job. They put him on a minecart, Lizzie makes a Harry Potter reference (which she and Joel do all the time), and the episode cuts right there, no outro. 

Time stamped links to the original videos (give them a like!): 

Joel https://youtu.be/rUmWjXaJGcw?t=805

Lizzie: https://youtu.be/bunhaERjxmE?t=533 Fwhip: https://youtu.be/jI3bYNJXuVs?t=717 (second part is at 15:30)

Grian: it's the whole episode https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Onsbmy3r70g

[1] Grumbot is... in HC s7 Grian and Mumbo he made a robot son to help Mumbo win the mayoral election, then they lied to him and sai that he won, and put him in a (nice) box. Now there's a grumbot here and maybe he's from an AU and he says creepy things like "My Grian was sorry too" and I've only watched bits of all this.

[the-somwthing]

i actually dont know how to infodump this w/o it sounding like a garbled mess so you just have to bare with me

Evil Watchers is so fun so so so so so fun to me like on a surface level being like "we're above the players" but having layers of realizing stuff like "they have thoughts and feelings and honestly aren't very different than us" then continue to be evil despite this knowledge? I'll eat that up!

But also to have evil Grian is like omg! what a guy! But considering Martyn's leaky lil lore of the watchers not liking Grian he can't really be evil for the same cause so my brains racking up ideas of how Grian could be evil without supporting the watchers, so like

Watchers are evil for the sake of pushing the world forward, these things have to happen for (what the watchers might consider) the "greater good"

Whereas, Grian is evil in the sense of "these things have to happen for shits and giggles" (E.i. The Life Series, although if we're counting on Martyn's lore then the watchers created the life series and Grian's evil for the sake of fucking everything over for his own joy and pleasure)

But I think here is where the morally gray argument comes in, even with everything we're handed it's hard to make Grian evil and still work with evil watchers, it's hard to make the watchers seem like these horrible beings because on a more metaphorical sense /we/ are the watchers, we're crafting stories and headcanons and playing with these cubes like they're barbie dolls and we as people aren't evil cause we might kill off a character in a story, so I think, that might be where the morally gray watchers come in

(No clue if any of this stuff made any sense, it started off as me dumping a half-baked idea I've had hung up for a while then turned back to your morally gray vs evil watchers thing)

Well towards the end there you get back into my whole “us being the same as the watchers doesn’t make them less evil, since for us it’s just fiction but for them it’s real people, so if anything it just makes them less serious”, but ignoring that…

Grian is a little menace for sure. I still feel like him being totally evil ruins his interactions with other characters, but I certainly don’t mind him getting into the game to cause chaos and have fun, end up feeling really heartbroken by the bad things that happen to those he cares about, them coming out of it like “….that was fun actually. I’ll do it again” LMAO.

In my own personal headcanons, Grian can eat his own emotions from when he’s inside the game, which makes him want to cause suffering for himself (hence doing stupid things he’ll regret like killing his allies). Cuz his negative emotions from suffering in the game are so tasty 😋

There’s so many ways to make Grian look as weird and morally “wtf are you doing” as possible. Definitely have fun with it.

[dmwrites]

The monolith wasn’t something Grian had really taken a real gander at before. This occurred to him one sunny morning, as he was stretching his wings with a glide around spawn town. He’d spent so much time with the entity and his mega base, and already, it seemed, the hermitsippi and the buildings that lined it were cloaked in nostalgia.

But, back to the monolith. The thing stuck out like a white pencil in the sky as Grian soared over to it and landed on top. He sighed in contentment- the diorite that it was made of was just starting to warm up, and it was quiet up here, with just a touch of wind chimes coming from the giant birch tree nearby. Grian was pretty sure it was called the Whimsical Tree or something. Pretty thing.

“Grian?”

“Oh, hey Bdubs.” Grian turned to smile at his friend. “I didn’t know you were home! Hope you don’t mind me taking a rest up here- it’s so nice.”

Bdubs smiled and came up the stairs the rest of the way. “Not at all, darling Grian. You know you’re welcome to anything. What’s mine is yours and all that.”

“Thanks bud.” Grian closed his eyes and lifted his face to the sun. “Honestly, I haven’t seen you around much. Where have you been?”

“Oh, I’ve been all over. Traveling, making puzzles, tending to the Tree of Whimsey. Oh, and I got the nicest surprise from Keralis the other day! Do you wanna see?”

“Sure!” Grian opened his eyes and flew down with Bdubs to the ground.

“So, as you know, Lulu was my beautiful and perfect horse from last season. And now I have Mi Amore and Mi Amore 2, which are both wonderful horses, but nothing compared to my Lulu.” Bdubs whispered the last part of the sentence to him. “But, here I was the other day, just feeding the Amores, and Keralis showed up, and you won’t believe who he had in tow! Lulu!” Bdubs pointed down, and Grian found himself looking at a painted pig.

“Oh… wow.” The pig was painted stark white, with the precision of someone who builds hyper-realistic houses, and had the green leather armor Grian remembered Lulu the horse wearing. It even had a saddle. But it was most certainly a pig. Grian looked at Bdubs, trying to see any hint of a joke in his big ol’ eyes. There was nothing but pure joy. “Wow, I can’t believe he just found Lulu like that. She looks so good!” Grian made a mental note to talk to Keralis later about his scamming skills- clearly the man was an expert.

“Oh thank you, she’s such a pretty lady.” Bdubs pat the pig on the rump. “But, not only that, I also found Squawkers!”

“Squawkers?” Grian asked.

“My parrot from last season. I thought he was gone forever, but I found him wandering around spawn, of all places! Silly thing. I keep him inside, though. He’s skittish. Come, let me show you.” He waved Grian inside the monolith. Up a couple of dizzying flights of white stairs, and they came to a small room with a bed and seeds in a bucket. “Look at him! My Squawkers ! He’s looking a bit yellow, maybe from the trip between season worlds, but still, here he is!”

The thing was, that wasn’t a bird sitting on the bed. Sure, maybe if you stretched the truth, you could pretend like a pig was a horse. But sitting on the bed wasn’t an animal at all, but a man. A man that Grian knew all too well.

“Timmy?”

“What? No, no, his name is Squawkers.” Bdubs gently corrected him.

The blonde man was sitting on the bed, completely still and silent. He was full size, the way Grian remembered him, but it was like he was a doll. Except dolls can’t breathe, and he was. Alive, but not fully... here. Yet. Grian’s body felt icy cold all of a sudden. Yet. Why had he thought yet?

“You know what? I feel like something is off with Squawkers. Would you agree?” Bdubs cocked his head at Jimmy.

“Uh, yeah.” Grian choked out. He felt dizzy.

“Yeah…. He looks more like a canary now. Maybe it’s the lighting, I don’t know.” Bdubs tapped his chin to indicate he was thinking.

Grian had only seen Jimmy two times before, and both times ended in gruesome deaths of his friends. Grian knew who Jimmy was, and understood, in a fuzzy way, what this meant. Many things clicked in his mind all at once. Scar with his bow, saying he couldn’t understand why he felt the need to shoot. xB with his own bow, seemingly everywhere, just watching, on edge, all the time. Tango lettting Gem kill him over and over, both of them laughing and covered in his blood. The diamond pillar war in all its bloody glory. How Grian felt more alive there then all of the rest of this season so far combined. He looked to Bdubs, and for a second he wasn’t the handsome moss man, but the battle-worn fighter telling him that Etho loved him.

“No…” Grian whispered. If Jimmy was here, it could only mean one thing. The battle was coming back, the game with one victor was about to begin. And it wasn’t going to happen in a far off land this time. The war was coming here. The bloodlust was about to truly begin, and yes, Jimmy really did look like a canary now.

[sleepy0s]

Stitches

C: Dont roll your eyes at me

G: I dont have pupils.

(doll G au)

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“How did this happen?” Cleo searched through their shelves, searching for a sewing needle

“I don't know. I was just building and when I looked down my arm was tearing.” Said arm was currently being held together by grian trying not to lose any more stuffing. Cleos only response was a sad sigh as she sat her needles down.

“Y’know, you’re so lucky I've got practice sewing myself back together.” Cleo put the string through the needle, picking a purple string to match the rest of Grians stitching, “Yeah, yeah. Just hurry up please” Grian was slowly losing more stuffing by the seconds and he did not want to know what happens when he runs out.

“Sorry! I just don't want to accidentally hurt you.”

“Cleo, I dont have pain sensors.” This was most definitely a lie but whatever.

“Fine god. Don't roll your eyes at me.” She began stitching his arm, only stopping once she realised Grian was staring at her. “What? Oh.”

“I don't have pupils cleo.” It was the truth. He had hard, square button like things sewn onto where eyes should be, not pupils.