#give grian mending

[halmalproductions]

Grian is still fishing... He has a 'reel' problem...

#art #small artist #artists on tumblr #artwork #cartoon #cartoonart #digital art #hermitcraft #hermitcraft season 10 #hermitcraft fanart #hermitcraft season ten #hermitcraft grian #grianmc #grian fanart #grian minecraft #grian hermitcraft #fisher grian #he still has no mending #give grian mending #grian #grian has an addiction

[applestruda]

gem fishing stream doodles

#if i didnt draw something i felt like i was gonna explode but i must do work #but THE STREAAMMM WAS SO NICE #very cozy #also etho giving her the mending book was the sweetest ever #geminitay #geminitay fanart #grian #grian fanart #ethoslab #etho fanart #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #my art

[17x17x17rubixcube]

Grian: I’m gonna take my time this season and enjoy each little bit of Minecraft

Also Grian: I HAVE BEEN FISHING FOR 56 HOURS STRAIGHT, I HAVE BECOME ONE WITH THE OCEAN, MY BONES HAVE TURNED TO FISH AND MY SKIN TO SCALES AND YET I CANNOT FIND A BOOK OF MENDING

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft season 10 #grian #grian hermitcraft #someone give this man a mending book before he completely loses it

[solargeist]

no one can unravel grian like mumbo can, mumbo responds slightly different and grians already in tears

#there is something SOOOO wrong with them #im thinking abt mumbo trying to mess with grian and it ended with grian trying to give up his mending book . he goes crazy so quick #they’re so funny and such a good duo. just obsessed with each other

[sayingwordsthatmatterkinda]

This is my first time watching Hermitcraft…

Is Grian Okay? 🐟

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #grian #fishing #grian stop fishing and play the game #mojang #mojang gods give him the mending book #this man needs help

[runwiththerain]

i loved mumbo and grian's interactions in grians ep 7 teehee

#rwtr.txt #i keep typing grian as grain smh #hermitcraft #hermitblr #grian #mumbo jumbo #grumbo #their wart shop idea was so silly #i hope they go through with it #and grian almost giving up his mending book for mumbo omg

[42uneatenwatermelon]

he

he's fish too much

#pls give this man mending #the hermits might need to do an intevention #he just fish too much #hermitcraft #hermitblr #mcyt #grian #mc grian #I made him a kingfisher #cuz yes #mine

[thatraccoonthing]

The man has his mending book!

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #grian fanart #fanart #mcyt fanart #mcytblr #hermitcraft grian #grian #mending book #give this man his mending book #hermitcraft fanart #hermitcraft s10

[zeighost]

No digital art for a bit so have this

#he's losing it #grian fanart #Grian #hermitcraft fanart #Hermitcraft #Hermitcraft s10 #He be fishing #Someone give this man a mending book #zeidraws

[short-gremlin]

i smell lore cooking...

#grian #seriously the lore is Loreing #a secret room...to manifest mending... #its giving moons big s8 and the empires crossover portal in grians basement last season #hermitcraft #hermitcraft s10

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

grian: being actively tortured by the sea. he hates it and it hates him but they need each other

scar: beloved by the sea, but doesnt know it. it keeps giving him gifts to win his attention but he's too dense to notice.

beef: in a professional business relationship with the sea. no fondness on either side, but they both see the utility in each other, so they'll stick around for now.

gem: has learned how to get what she wants from the sea. she might not love it, but its the way of life she knows, so she's decided to lean in, and it's embracing her happily. sometimes she can even convince herself that the things beneath the surface dont wonder what her blood tastes like.

pearl: an old friend of the sea. they dont talk much anymore, but anytime she goes over for a visit, they talk and laugh and she leaves with a smile on her face and a mending book tucked under her arm.

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft 10 #grian #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar #vintagebeef #geminitay #pearlescentmoon

[were-changing-cake-vaults]

Etho cannot deny that in some way, the ocean is messing with his friends, and that he noticed far too late.

It targets Gem first, long before it goes after anyone else, so subtly it’s almost undetectable. Here’s the way he notices: her little boat is cute, but the mangrove wood on the trim seems old and rotten in some places, murky river water staining the paint that coats the sides. The lighthouse, when built, seems washed out, as if the color has been sucked from the stone that forms it. Etho finds this strange, but refuses to jump to conclusions- Gem is still his little sibling with the same warm smile, so he lets it be for now.

It’s really when the fishing craze begins where Etho starts having doubts about the normalcy of things. Grian is in no way an average person most of the time, but this level of dedication is new and sort of suspicious. It starts with the mending book, which is fine, since he’s decided to avoid villager trading this season. Etho comes over sometimes and jokes about the luck of the sea. Here is where it gets weird, though: when he comes over to make that joke again, Grian turns his head, oh so slowly, expression serious and eyes blank as he replies.

“The ocean will provide the book. It’s the next one, I know it.”

It takes a little more effort than it should for Etho to not turn tail and run. The tambre of his friend’s voice is off-kilter and strange, almost hollow in the way it echoes. And it’s the way he doesn’t say mending, he just says the book- Etho can’t help but feel like he isn’t fishing for enchantments anymore. The air smells of rot and slime. He swallows bile, gives a little uh-huh as a reply, and leaves as soon as he can.

Then there’s Pearl and Beef, obsessed with salmon, of all things. Pearl’s thing seems like a one-off, but Doc tells him that Beef has taken the joke about “big salmon” a little too far, claiming he’s gotten emails from them that have threatened the goat directly. Etho doesn’t really know what to make of that, or Pearl’s salmon head, or the continuous slapping of fish on noteblocks that’s driving him insane.

But he knows this: he’s never really liked fishing before, not for its intended use, anyway. It’s good to have in a death game, but not once has Etho found the monotonous motions of fishing appealing. Grian said it best himself: he used to think fishing was lame. And he did. Does. He thinks it’s lame. He thinks all of this stuff about the river and the boats and the ocean and the salmon and the rot is all really weird and not at all cool. He’s only here to make sure his friends are okay. Not to fish, because he doesn’t want to, just to keep Magic Mountain in line.

But Grian says it again: Etho walked up here and was like ‘this is lame’, now look at him! Etho, in turn, looks at his hands. When did he start fishing? Was the sun always that high in the sky? Did the ocean always sing like that? Was there always a magnetic force to the waves at the shore, pulling him closer with every lap of sea foam? Was the lighthouse always this beautiful?

No, no it wasn’t. He knows this. Something is very, very wrong. There’s something in the water that’s making his friends lose it, and there’s something supernatural that’s trying to pull him in. He needs to get out of here, back to the jungle, with its nice green grass and earthy smells-

To his right, Etho hears his death call. The bell rings, the swan sings, and the water keeps lapping at his feet. It’s too late, he knows it, in the way that his hands are gripping the fishing pole with white knuckles, in the way the lilypads seem to grow under his feet to get him closer to the great deep blue. The music continues, the serenade settling into his bones, giving him an eerie sense of calm.

In the magnetic pull of the moment, he doesn’t even realize he’s crying.

#woosh writes #hermitcraft #ethoslab #grian #geminitay #oceans calling au #<- that’s the tag I’m using for this- l will edit the other fics tag to have this later #anyways I’m So Fucking Normal about this

[theminecraftbee]

The thing in her cargo hold is looking at her again.

Really, Gem should have sold it by now. If the fishmonger had refused to take it--and really, it seems unlikely, Gem thinks, that the fishmonger would refuse to take it; he has taken and carved up and made meals of far stranger fish than one with a human face and hands and torso--she could have easily sold it to the man on the train, who takes exotic catches for his zoo. She could have even taken it to Grian; it's not a mending book, but it's the sort of thing he'd like to make fun of her for catching, instead of anything she's after.

Really, she should have. The longer she keeps the thing in her cargo hold, the more it starts to look properly human to her. She should know better. She has caught far stranger fish, and none of them have been human. It's another trick these seas have been playing on her, she thinks.

Long nights alone do that to a woman.

She ignores it. Instead, she opens the lid of the tank and starts depositing salmon. "It's a really weird request, that I keep them alive the whole time. You won't eat them, right?" Gem says, knowing the thing in her cargo hold can't answer. "Because if you eat them, this time, I really am going to sell you to the fishmonger. Or maybe I can figure out how to get fillets from you on my own? I've certainly eaten weirder fish..."

The thing in the cargo hold continues to stare. It has eyes that look like little moons, and brown hair, and it is smiling for some reason. Gem huffs.

"Don't give me that look! You are a fish. I am a fisherman. If mere human faces stopped me from doing my job, I would have gone mad a long time ago."

The thing in the cargo hold smiles wider. The lights flicker. Gem rolls her eyes and finishes putting salmon in the tank. As though to spite her, the thing in the cargo hold immediately lashes out, grabbing one in the claws on her otherwise-human hands and then tearing it apart with razor-sharp teeth. Blood rises on the water. Gem sighs.

"I have a harpoon in here somewhere, or at least a very sharp knife," she says to herself. She doesn't really want to use her nice knife, the one she always keeps on her belt, but she ought to have another knife around with which she can finish the job, right?

The lights flicker and go out. When she looks across at the tank, there are two silvery-moon eyes looking at her.

Gem pulls a wire. Gem turns the lights back on. She takes a deep breath.

"I really should have sold you by now, really. If the fishmonger won't take you, then the zookeeper would love you," Gem says.

The radio crackles. Gem startles. Very, very few people ever contact her on the shipboard radio, but if she's getting a signal, that's more important than a grudge match with a fish. She heads over to answer the call.

An amalgamation of voices responds:

YOU ARE FUNNY. I HAVE A MESSAGE. A DELIVERY. YOU'VE TRAPPED ME THOUGH.

Slowly, Gem turns around to the thing in the cargo hold.

"This won't stop me from treating you like a fish," she says. "If messages from the ocean stopped me--"

A terrible, crackling laugh sounds from the radio.

I AM THE MOON'S PEARL. YOU WILL NOT HOLD ME FOREVER. WE WILL SEE WHO EATS WHO.

Gem wags her finger. "We'll see, for sure, as long as you don't eat my salmon. That man in the fish-scaled suit was VERY insistent, you know."

TELL ME MORE.

"You're tying up my radio. What if there's another ship? What if there's something important?"

OH GEM. YOU KNOW THERE WON'T BE.

Gem swallows.

The thing in the cargo hold is staring at her.

"I need to sleep. I need to go to shore," she says.

YOU WON'T, the radio says.

She won't.

#hermitcraft #hermitfic #geminitay #pearlescentmoon #a bee fic #SO I STILL HAVEN'T PLAYED DREDGE. SO SORRY IF THE VIBES ARE WRONG. #but i figured. someone has to do a mermaid au. Why Not Write That Premise Myself #and then it become... spooky. #so uh. i guess pearl may not exactly be a MERMAID here. but. #horror #DO WITH THIS CONCEPT WHAT YOU WILL. #dehumanization #JUST REALIZED I PROBABLY NEED THAT ONE. yeah anyway

[arospecsyourblockdudes]

Fishing, Grian thinks, is possibly the best way to get a mending book.

Best way to get anything, really. Is it a bit inefficient? Does it take a while? Yes! That's what drives him crazy. But it's also what makes it worth it.

He could trade with villagers, sure, but where's the satisfaction in that? It's just instant gratification, that is. When it's him and the sea, sitting on his dock and smelling the salty air and listening to the water and the waves and the whispers, that's real happiness. Carving enchants into a fishing rod, something peaceful and soothing, instead of armor or weapons.

It's a give and take with the ocean, like the tides almost. He gives his time and his dedication and the sea gives him something in return. Sometimes he gives more. Once he gave a mending book to the sea just in case. A worthy offering. When the book sank he felt contentment on the breeze. So maybe it worked. You wouldn't know it for the lack of mending he's caught.

Maybe it's less about the mending and more the experience. Getting in touch with the sea. Feeling its wild moods on the salt on his tongue or the water soaking into his boots. Staring at the fish as they stare up at him. Feeling bits of kelp and sea grass tug at his legs. It's nice in a weird way. You give your time and love to something and it gives something in return.

Gem gets it, Gem's a smart one. She's building her whole base around the sea, and sometimes Grian spots her at night in her lighthouse just staring out at the open ocean. The sea loves her too. When she surfaces after exiting her boat or her storage room, she's smiling. And if he spots her he smiles back, and they both get it.

The others don't. The others think Grian's just gone crazy and maybe he has sort of, but that's also not really it. Sometimes he doesn't want to catch a mending book because it's his excuse to be with the sea and he loves the sea. What'll he do when he gets it? Gem is lucky, she doesn't need any excuses. That's probably why no one thinks she's gone crazy even though there's giant flying fish around her lighthouse and a strange darkness in her eyes sometimes.

Sometimes Grian puts his hand into the water and he feels the slightest movement against his fingers and he smiles.

#hermitcraft #hc10 #hc s10 #grian #this is a weird one but i wanted to write ocean madness with a nice vibe #its like when i was little and when my familyd go to the beach id pretend that me and the ocean were in love #writing this made me feel like that #like when the waves came up it was reaching out for me #so this was a fun little thing

[legally-allowed-to-slime]

Grian had barely moved.

He stood on the pier, still as a statue. The only sign of movement was when his line shifted. With a deft flick of his wrist, the rod would jerk up, and his catch would detach from the hook and land neatly in his waiting inventory. He’d mastered the action by now, replicating it almost exactly at irregular intervals.

His legs didn’t burn. His arms didn’t ache. He felt oddly at peace, serene, a fish gently following the current.

No, more than that. The current itself. On occasion, Grian could hear the ocean beckoning to him, and he’d walked into its clutches just for a moment.

Of course, to an outsider, he just look like he was wading into the water and coming back out with his pants soaking wet. Gem informed him he looked like a madman.

“The ocean talks,” he told her.

“It should tell you you’re insane,” she said, before bounding back to her ship and casting her own line as well.

“Well, you fish as well!” He yelled.

“At least I don’t try and drown myself like some sort of…” Gem’s voice faded out.

Grian sighed, shook his head and turned back to the water.

Not that he would admit it, but there were some signs that Gem was right. Him slowly turning into water, for one.

That is, seawater, not some block of sloshing liquid. He’d even consulted Jevin, who said it was definitely not slime. He’d cautiously licked his own hand and found it salty.

Whatever it was, his hands were turning less solid everyday. Sometimes they passed through the rod entirely, and he would yelp and fall into the water with a splash. Then he’d get up and it was fine again.

He swore Jevin to secrecy. He didn’t know what the other fishermen would do if they found out that he was literally becoming the ocean. Gem would gloat, for sure.

But all this he treated with a dismissive nonchalance compared to the fishing.

Oh, he switched it up a bit. Two, no, five rods.

If only something could mend him, yeah? Like, a mending book? I’ve fished thousands of times and you’re giving me rubbish!

He yelled at the ocean.

Two days later he wondered if it was mad at him about it because the slightest bit of tension started to enter his legs.

He sat down. His body ached anyway, after weeks of fishing day and night. His eyes felt sore, but he refused to look in a mirror to confirm that there were eyebags.

Should he apologise to the ocean? No. That was definitely crazy territory.

As if turning into water wasn’t, his brain screamed at him. He ignored it.

“You’re crazy,” Gem told him plainly, as she boated past.

“I just need mending,” he said. Gem left to build or something. So far, Grian had built half a base and a pier for fishing.

Oh well. That wasn’t really important.

He sat and fished.

-

i’ve been wanting to write something for grian since he started fishing… oh boy

this post also serves as a self-reminder that i have other blorbos besides gem and pearl

#grian #geminitay #hermitcraft #hermitcraft smp #hermitblr #hermitcraft s10 #hermitcraft season 10 #hermitcraft season ten #hc10 #hc s10 #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft 10 #grian fanfic

[surginglime]

"Have you ever seen a drenched bird?" Scar gestures vaguely towards the water and pauses for dramatic effect, ever the showman. Then he barrels. "Well I have! Look at this thing. So wet. So floppy."

He leans on his cane, smiling down at Grian who's sitting waist deep in the water, wings drooping and hair plastered to his face.

"Not funny, Scar!"

He may have pushed him in. Only for jest, of course.

"I was only helping. It looked like you were falling asleep on that dock. How will you ever catch your mending then?"

Grian is in fact, not amused.

"You know it takes hours for my wings to dry. I don't have time for this!" He throws his arms up in the air in dramatics, only splashing more water into his face.

"I thought the entire point about this was that you had all the time in the world." Scar says, his voice tilting into a bad impression of Grian's.

Grian huffs, pushing himself up in the water and wobbling before regaining his balance. He walks in to shore and right as he gets up he stretches his wings out wide and then shakes.

Scar who happened right in the line of fire covers his face with his arm, not having the time or instinct to move away. He chuckles. "Aw, come on, was that necessary?"

A finger jams into his chest. Grian is up close in seconds, face scrunched and feathers all puffed up. "First you steal MY mending book and then you push me into the water. It's like you want trouble."

Scar wipes at his face, looking away before humming. “Maybe I do.”

Maybe I miss you.

“You know, my offer is still up. You could take my mending book and pretend it was you who cached it. As you said, it was meant for you anyway.”

Grian lets out a long breath, only moving away marginally. “I can't. I have to do this the right way.”

This is important for him, he knows. It's been a long time since… well, it doesn't matter. Only that the last time he saw him like this it didn't end up well.

“And the right way is sitting here day in and day out, barely sleeping and barely eating?”

“I have a lot of fish…” Grian mumbles, eyes casting down to the ground. Then he grimaces, nose scrunching. “Although I'm getting kind of sick of it.”

“I'm sure.”

He wants his friend back. It kind of feels like the ocean is stealing him away, pulling him in in a never ending loop. Like a vortex.

Grian goes to sit by the dock again. Instead of pulling out his fishing rod he stares out at the water, a deep furrow in his brows.

Scar walks up to him, careful. “Well, is it alright if I at least sit here with you?”

He glances back at him, quizzical.

Scar shoots his hand up in surrender. “I won't be fishing, promise! Just… see it as friendly company.”

Eventually, after giving him a long look Grian looks down at the water, sighing. The small smile on his lips gives him away. “Fine. I guess you could stay.”

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft s10 #grian #goodtimeswithscar #scarian #bird in water! I repeat! bird in water! #they're ridiculous #but i love it #desert duo