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Guess I'm just posting a bunch of old doodles

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Father Spore Sneak Peak!

One thing I’ve always struggled with in this AU is how the other hermits join and who are the first few. I suddenly got an idea for a scene and had to write it. This will how things will go in the full book, but since it’s still a while away it might be very different.

Since Stress quite literally fell into the Mycelium Resistance HQ in canon, why not have her find their base here!

Since this AU hasn’t gotten an update in a while, I decided to post a part of this.

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“This is a horrible idea,” Grian says, fidgeting with his oxygen tank.

“Well, we’re not getting anything done sitting around,” Stress replies.

He turns around to meet her eyes, “walking into the heat of doesn’t seem like the best idea still.

Careful songbird, Scar says, don’t discourage her too much.

If I don’t try, it will be suspicious, Grian counters. Scar just hums in response.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

“I’m not just going to let you go in alone,” Grian tells her, forcing a type of resignation into his tone. “I can’t tell if not telling anyone is a good or bad idea,” he mutters.

“Elaborate?” Stress answers, turning around to do final checks on her oxygen tank.

“Good since if others knew they would definitely stop us, bad since if something happens no one would know,” Grian explains, although the bad is actually very good here. Stress disappearing but Grian not would cause too many suspicions since they were last together.

“Well, we’ll just have to make sure nothing happens,” she puts on the tank and easily secures it, “are you all set?”

“Yup,” Grian replies, putting on his own very sabotaged air tank. The idea of breathing in very filtered air does not appeal to him. He may not breath out spores like Scar does, but breathing in extremely filtered air still isn’t comfortable to him. “Let’s get this over quickly.”

“Yup,” Stress replies, leading them straight towards mycelium territory. Grian follows after her silently. Having been right beside it, it doesn’t take them too long to reach the main forest they reside it. Only a few steps inside she breaks the silence, “mask on.”

“Yeah,” Grian quickly puts on his mask and turns on the now nearly empty air tank, cringing as he breathes in the air. He takes out the notepad and pen he brought along, writing out the observations Stress is making. He doesn’t make any observations himself, knowing this place inside and out.

Grian stays completely silent as he follows Stress, not really focusing on the surrounding area. He’s also zoning out from the hivemind since it’s mostly just Scar keeping everyone out of sight from Stress for now. Until Scar himself decides to join them, at some point in time.

Grian doesn’t notice where they’re going until Stress stops and trails off, “…woah.”

Grian looks up a makes a noise in surprise, staring around at a very familiar area. Stress walked straight into their home camp.

Finally realized, dear? Scar murmurs into his mind.

What’s your plan here? Grian replies, still in shock.

Just wait, he replies.

Grian huffs mentally and follows Stress further in, who is looking around in awe. “This place looks incredible,” she says.

“Yeah,” he whispers, mimicking the tone he had when he first saw the place.

Stress doesn’t look back at him, continuing on forwards, “I had no idea that a place like this could even exist.” She turns a corner and immediately screams.

Grian hurries to catch up, but stops when he sees Scar standing in front of them, a wide grin spread across his face, “why hello there.”

She takes a step back, “you- Father Spore-“

“The one and only,” he replies cheerfully, taking a step closer to them.

Stress goes to take another step back, but Grian puts a hand on her shoulder to stop her. She looks behind her, eyes wide, “Grian?”

He grins, “we can’t have you leaving just yet.” As if to solidify where he stands, he removes his mask and drops the air tank. “Since you’re here, why don’t we have a chat?”

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they luvb

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That one AU I have where Mumbo is dating Griande in s6, and while she’s separate from Grian they look way too alike and I don’t want to draw this interaction so I just wrote all of my thoughts down here ok and action—

"You think she looks like me, and yet you’re still dating her? You see how this looks, Mumbo." Grian said, raising a brow

"It’s not like that.” Mumbo defends himself against the in love with my best friend allégations

“Uh-huh….. Soo.. What is it?" Grian questions

“What, what do you mean?”

"Is it the long hair? If I had long hair?” Grian says, making a show out of mimicking long hair

“What-Grian—" Mumbo catches on, but there’s no stopping Grian in this mind game

"Or if I still had boobs? Is that it? That’s what you like?” Grian pats his own chest

“Grian! Now hold on a second-“

"No wait! I got it! It’s my wings, isn’t it! You find my wings ugly." Grian covers his mouth in a faux sadness, dramatically bending at the waist and furrowing his brows in absolute heartbreak

A low laughter crawls in the back of Mumbo’s throat, threatening to explode at Grian’s performance. “You are ridiculous. Ridiculous! So--so what about you, huh! Why are you trying so hard to figure it out, are you attracted to me then? Hmm!” Mumbo accuses

Grian laughs as he crumbles to the floor, defeated as Mumbo turns on him. “No.” He answers easily, glancing up at Mumbo still standing above him, "Hm. Well..? You are an attractive guy.”

Mumbo surprises at that, laughing in his confusion, "What? I mean thank you—but what? Why did that sound genuine from you-”

"It is genuine! I’m capable of being nice Mumbo. And I’m gay, so—have I told you that actually—?"

"No—you haven’t! But! Good to know? I guess? What are you say-"

Grian sits up with the help of his wings fluttering, "I’m not jealous of your girlfriend, Mumbo. Ok I am—but not in that way.”

“I—you just turned me down before I even said anything, I can’t believe that, that’s a new low for me!” Mumbo sinks to the floor, sitting criss-cross across from Grian, whose staring at him.

Grian laughs, how did this turn into him gently turning Mumbo down? “We can still be friends, Mumbo.”

Mumbo smiles and scoffs, "Obviously. And I wasn’t trying to ignore you, I’ll even get to responding to your mail, promise, I’ll make a mental note of it."

Grian’s hands clench and shake slightly, he almost—almost—squeals at the excitement of Mumbo using their mail system "Yesss thank you there’s some really good stuff in there!"

They pause in silence, only smiling at each other

“Oh, but I have to ask, what is your type then?” Mumbo asks, curious

"Scar.” Grian answers suddenly and earnestly.

Mumbo raises his brows in surprise “Really?? You dont even have to think about it??”

Grian surprises himself, he doesn’t even know Scar that well, but that was the only example he could think of on the spot.

Grian laughs loudly, and Mumbo can’t help but copy him, what even is this conversation?

#i love this so much #they're so silly

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going back to my roots with convex blood drinking. sure yeah

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“Fellas, is it gay to nuzzle into your old business partner and hug them from behind?”

They’ve been living in my head rent free I just needed to draw them being all somft together <3

+ Another version with Cub’s dye covered skin

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It was incrementing the month before calculating the days so it was subtracting the wrong number of days from each month

day 0 of the month uh,,

#universal chat (mcyt socmed au)

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day 0 of the month uh,,

#universal chat (mcyt socmed au) #the 71 is fine it's just base 8 #??

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Taking a quick glance at the time, Grian checks over their apartment once more. The banner and streamers have all been put up in the kitchen, the cake is neatly presented on the table, Jellie is in her cat tree like the princess she is. Perfect. Grian nods to himself with a satisfied smile before heading over to the couch and sitting down. He’s been going crazy all morning trying to prepare something for Scar’s birthday, sending the man out on pointless errands just to take up his time.

Honestly, Grian is quite proud of himself that he managed to get this all set up on his own and without any accidents.

His boyfriend only deserves the best, after all. And Grian is willing to do whatever he can to provide just that, come hell or high water.

The doorknob jiggles a few seconds later, before the door itself opens. “Grian! I’m home!” Right on time.

Grian tries to look as casual as he can on the couch as Scar comes in, four bags in his hands. He shoots the man a smile, “Hey! How’d it go?”

“I think I found everything on the list you gave me,” Scar hums, glancing down at the bags. He walks into the kitchen, too focused on the bags to notice the banner and streamers. “I got the cat food for Jellie, a nice jar of golden carrots — which before you say anything I bartered for a lower price.”

Grian can hear the smugness in Scar’s voice, making him chuckle, “Only you, Scar. Only you.”

“That’s a compliment, thank you!” Scar sets the bags down on the table, and Grian waits with excited anticipation for him to notice the cake. “The only thing I wasn’t able to find was the imagineer cat plush? Honestly G I didn’t even know where to—”

His voice suddenly stops, and Grian takes that as his cue to join Scar in the kitchen. He finds the other staring at the cake on the table, along with the very plush he had just been talking about. Grian wears a large grin on his face as he comes over, patting the plush’s head, “Don’t worry about that one. I managed to find it.”

Scar’s head snaps to him, green eyes carrying shock and disbelief, “G?”

Grian walks over to him, moving to wrap his arms around his shoulders. “I know it’s not much but… I wanted to do something for your birthday. Even if it’s a few days late because someone didn’t think to tell me.” He playfully pinches the back of Scar’s neck.

“Oh,” Scar answers, still looking shocked. He sets his hands on Grian’s waist as his eyes trail over to the cake and cat plush on the table. “Oh Grian,” he mumbles, in awe. “This is amayzin’!”

His words pull a laugh from Grian, all light and fond. “It better be, I spent all morning getting everything set up,” he teases.

Scar turns his bright, excited eyes to Grian before leaning in to press their lips together. “I love it. Thank you.”

Grian smiles in return, chest warm with pride at the happiness in Scar’s expression. “You’re welcome. Now c’mon, this cake isn’t gonna eat itself!” He reaches for Scar’s hand, tugging on it as he leads him over to the plate he’s set out.

Happy to be tugged along, Scar follows his boyfriend the few steps it takes them to the cake. It’s decorated with orange icing, the words Happy Birthday Scar! written in cyan icing. The little cat plush Grian had mentioned sits next to it, wearing a vest and a hard hat, a rolled up paper attached to its paw. Scar picks it up, looking at it with adoration. He takes in the decorations around, the orange streamers and green banner with a birthday message on it.

If Scar had known this is what was going to be awaiting him when he told Grian his birthday, he would’ve caved much sooner.

He watches as Grian grabs two plates, forks, and a knife to cut the cake from the drawer and cabinet, mouth moving as he speaks. Scar doesn’t quite catch what he’s saying, too stuck in his own thoughts.

Void, he loves this man more than anything in the world. Grian went through all this effort for him, even if his birthday has passed. But he did it because he thought Scar was worth celebrating.

It’s a passing thought, but Scar wishes his parents could have met Grian. He wishes they could be here right now, celebrating his birthday again. It would only be right, considering the last time Scar did any sort of celebration was before his server went to hell.

Seeing all of the effort Grian put into this solidifies something for Scar. He survived. It’s not just some dream. He’s not sure why it’s hitting him now, as he stares at a cake with the word ‘birthday’ written on it in icing that was clearly done by Grian. But he’s forced to realize that he really made it through his corrupted world, he’s survived.

It feels like a hard pill to swallow.

“Alright, birthday boy, why don’t you do th— Scar?” Grian had been holding the knife out to the other, but when he sees the wet sheen to Scar’s eyes, he sets it down on the table. With a soft noise, he reaches out, grabbing Scar’s arms gently, “Hey, what’s wrong? It’s not the cake, is it? Or the streamers? I tried not to get anything that was super flashy.”

Scar laughs wetly, furiously shaking his head as he looks at Grian through his tears. “N-No, it’s perfect love. Everything is perfect.”

“But?” Grian gently probes, reaching up to wipe one of the tears that fall down Scar’s cheek. Scar leans into the touch easily.

“I wish they were here too,” Scar quietly admits, and Grian doesn’t need to ask to know who ‘they’ are. More tears roll down Scar’s face, causing Grian to tug him down into his arms. Scar buries his head into Grian’s neck, feeling the other wrap an arm around him, fingers carding through his hair. Scar clutches him tightly, “The last… last time I ever celebrated was with them.”

Grian quietly shushes him, holding him tight. His neck feels wet, but he doesn’t dare pull away.

“Sorry G,” Scar mumbles. “You did all this hard work and here I am crying over it,” he weakly laughs, “I just… never thought I’d do anything like this a-again.”

“Don’t apologize you silly man,” Grian huffs at him, continuing to run his fingers through Scar’s fluffy hair. “It’s only natural, given what you went through. As long as you don’t get your cake wet, cry away.”

Scar laughs again, tugging Grian tighter against him. “I’d hate to eat soggy cake.”

“No one wants a soggy cake.” Grian nods his agreement, laying his head against Scar’s. “Now go on, cry it all out. I’ll… be right here. To hold you and stuff.” He sounds a little awkward as he says it, but words have never been his thing. The fact that he even says something for Scar means the world and more. “If you need extra incentive I’ve got your favorite movies lined up for us to watch too.”

Void, Scar loves this man.

And somewhere, he hopes his parents love him too.

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I don't think dates usually have negative days...

#universal chat (mcyt socmed au) #to be clear I've been working on other parts of the fic this bug popped up when i loaded up the page to show someone

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first time for everything

NSFW content below

”S-Scar, please -” Grian’s eyes fly open. He’s met with a dark room. A quick glance towards the window shows it’s still dark out. Scar is pressed against his back, spooning Grian, arms wrapped around his stomach and face pressed into his back. He’s still sleeping, or at the very least he hasn’t moved since Grian woke up with his heart pounding and - He shifts slightly and closes his eyes as he confirms what he thought might be the case. Void, of course he’s hard. The dream he’d been having comes to mind and Grian can just feel the way his face flushes at the reminder.

Finally this fucking fic (haha fucking fic bc they-) is done

I have been working on this for two months I am soooo glad it's done. Goddamn.

Anyway pls enjoy I guess

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A piece of fan art for @scitties-enjoyer's amazing fanfic Rewind, Replay, Respawn found on AO3. https://archiveofourown.org/works/54814279 This image had me in a choke hold until I got it out of my brain and on to paper. Scittiesenjoyer your fic really inspired me so I hope you like my fanart.

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A piece of fan art for @scitties-enjoyer's amazing fanfic Rewind, Replay, Respawn found on AO3. https://archiveofourown.org/works/54814279 This image had me in a choke hold until I got it out of my brain and on to paper. Scittiesenjoyer your fic really inspired me so I hope you like my fanart.

#I've been staring at this for a while. It's so good. #no thoughts head empty only this

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Little Princes comic I’ve managed to scrounge up

#they're so cute

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hermit craft/ life series/ empire book marks

the rendered version of this bad boy (te he limited life) has not been posted cause i might sells these book mark.(idk for legal reasons and boundaries of the actual content creators. i dont want upset any one. so i might just sell the smps and seasons of those smps and as packetge. And ship ones can be free to download so you can make your own)

i need you help to see what ships YOU would like. i will make every hermit and individual one book mark for them self.

which vote what ship you might like

friends siblings romantic couple

poll below is the top ships that google said people like some random website idk don't get mad

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For the ask game/prompt, mayhaps #1 with Scarian? Could be in canon, one of your AUs, or any other AU you think of lol, no preference ☺️

01. Touch starved/cuddle curse (put that guy in a situation!)

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"How in the world have you managed this, Scar?!" Grian's indignant voice exclaims, echoing in the small space of Scar's train car. The avian looks down at the man currently pouting at him, a sheepish expression on his face.

"I-I don't know! Joel just gave me this potion thingy and -- and said it would be good for bonding with cOW!" As he speaks, he makes a grabbing motion for Grian, his pout morphing into a pleading look.

Grian pointedly takes a step back from Scar's outreaching arms, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Trusting Joel was your first mistake," he mumbles, sucking in a breath.

"He's a trustworthy fellow!" Scar retorts, "Besides, I don't see what's so bad about this arrangement... all I want to do is cuddle with you."

"That's exactly the problem, Scar!" The feathers of Grian's wings fluff up as he stares at his husband with a firm look. "I have building I have to do! Shops to set up, permits to not do! I also promised Gem I'd help her out with something in a few hours. I can't just stay here with you all day."

Scar's pleading expression only becomes stronger, his green eyes looking shiny as he stares up at Grian from where he sits on his head. "Please, lovebird? Just for a little bit?" He makes another grabbing motion for Grian, who finds his resolve rapidly crumbling the longer he looks at Scar.

"Nuh uh mister, I know exactly how this sort of thing goes. We both know it won't just be 'for a little bit,'" he answers. Grian's making any desperate attempts at keeping his denial firm.

But... he could just tell Gem he'd be around tomorrow. And it's not like the Permit Office is really ever open. They're only sometimes there to help anyway. And he still hasn't come up with any ideas for his mushroom stem shop.

"I promise this time I'll stick to it! Only a few hours, I swear on my hat!" Scar exclaims, eagerly nodding.

"Where have I heard that one before," Grian mumbles under his breath, fondness written into each and every word. He lets out a little sigh, "Alright, alright, fine. But only for a few hours! Let's hope this... cuddle affliction has run its course by then."

He takes a step toward Scar, and the moment he's close enough, a hand jumps out to grab hold of his wrist. Grian yelps as he's pulled right into Scar's lap, arms slinging around his waist. He steadies himself by gripping Scar's shoulders, finding the love of his life grinning at him.

"You should know I always want to cuddle with you." Scar shoots him a cheeky little wink, making Grian roll his eyes, a small smile upon his lips. "You just fit in my arms so perfectly!"

"Maybe that's just because you're a giant," Grian huffs, getting settled in Scar's hold. He moves to lay his head on Scar's shoulder, tucking it within the crook of his neck. "You're like one big teddy bear."

Scar squeezes him lightly, one of his hands moving to rest against the small of his back, right in between his feathers. The contact leaves Grian melting right into him with a content noise. "Am I a cute teddy bear?"

Grian snorts at him.

"It's the most important question I've ever asked you next to proposing, Grian!" Scar gasps in return, a serious look in his eyes. His green eyes sparkle with mirth, and pressed against him like this, Grian can feel the way his chest rumbles with hidden laughter. "I have to know if I'm a cute teddy bear!"

"Yes Scar," Grian sighs fondly, pulling back to hold the man's face in his hands, "you're a very cute teddy bear." He accentuates his response with a kiss to Scar's nose, "Although Jellie is cuter."

Scar makes some kind of ecstatic noise, pulling Grian down into bed as he rolls onto his side. Grian squawks at the sudden action, just narrowly avoiding his wings getting squished. "But of course! No one is cuter than Jellie. You come in a close second place though."

If it were anyone but Jellie, Grian would have complained.

Instead, he snuggles in close to Scar, wrapping a wing around him as they fall into a comfortable silence. Scar's arms are secure around him, and Grian thinks he'd be fine with laying here all day, wrapped in his husband's arms.

"Remember Scar, only for a few hours."

"Right, right! Only a few hours. Or until this cuddle curse goes away!"

(They go well over 'a few hours' together. Grian's communicator pings a few times, but it sounds almost silent over the pair's easy breaths as they sleep.)