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silverskye13 · 1 year

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Mortals are insane. That goes without saying, but Cub likes to remind himself every once in a while, just in case he’d somehow forgotten. Mortals are insane. Granted, most mortals think he’s insane, but that’s just the baffling way mortals perceive the vex. In fairness, vex are insane. He knows this about himself. It's just that he’s insane in a very different way to mortals. The word “crazy” is a lot more fluid than people think it is.

For instance, crazy mortals will see a massive crack in time and space growing beneath Grian’s base, and they’ll walk right in. A crazy vex will follow, just to see what happens. Mortals are crazy because they’re daring and curious. Vex are crazy because they want to see what chaos ensues. See? Very different. It’s not that Cub isn’t excited to see what’s on the other side, it’s that he’s more excited to see how what’s on the other side is about to break, irreparably, because his pack of mortals sauntered in. It puts a smile on his face, like watching an artist make a new painting. It’s exciting. It's unpredictable. It’s insane.

The world on the other side is beautiful. It’s a world of empires. It's full of glorious, wondrous things, and people, and places, and all of them Cub comfortably calls insane. There are not-mortals living here. None of them are vex, but some of them are incredibly not-mortal. Granted, some of the friends he follows are not-mortal, but they’re not-mortal in a familiar way. He's defined their edges. This is an edgeless world he's walked into, off the side of the familiar into whatever's beyond it.

Katherine is mortal, he thinks. The colorful ruler of Chromia, Scott, is barely-mortal. Pearl is not-mortal in a fundamentally different way to how she normally is back home, and Cub thinks that’s fantastic. That’s the kind of chaos he’s here for: irreparable changes, the fabric of the world reweaving itself.

Katherine's kingdom, Glimmer Grove, is beautiful. Cub immediately takes in the clash of black and gray against pink and white, some curse, he thinks, spreading through her lands. If he really tapped into the magic of it, he might be able to tell what it is, but there's no fun in that. Secrets are at their best when they're unspooled slowly in their own time, sowing their little seeds of chaos. So Cub instead walks with the others and feigns ignorance when Scott points out the oddities in the architecture. He can't tell if Pearl and Impulse are playing along too, or if they really can't see it, but that just adds to the fun. How long can they dance around what each other knows?

Insane.

Katherine gives a flourish of her pink dress as she stops them before a building. She's bouncing on her toes with excitement. Cub thinks she's terrible at keeping secrets, and those are the best kind of people. She leans in toward them, grinning, "Can you keep a secret?"

She is the best kind of people.

Cub plays with a humble smirk, "I can keep a secret, yeah."

Impulse gives him a sidelong glance that Cub pointedly ignores. He's too busy looking trustworthy. The rest of them agree, yes, we love secrets. Katherine, in that lovely way the best kinds of people do, believes them only because she has a secret she desperately wants to tell. She laughs and beckons them after her, leading them to a false door in her keep. It's a secret base, she tells them in an exuberant sing-song, a secret she's never told anyone, that she's giving to these complete strangers. Mortals are insane.

Impulse shoots Cub another look, this time disapproving. Cub shrugs. He can't explain to Impulse that, vex or not, he hadn't coerced this with magic - though Impulse is right in thinking that's something he'd do. Explaining this would mean telling Katherine and Scott (and maybe Pearl, if more than just her not-mortal-ness has changed without her knowing) that he's vex, and he doesn't want to do that. Not yet anyway. You can never really tell what people think about vex. Besides, Katherine isn't done sharing secrets, and it would be bad form to reveal his own secret while listening to another. It makes him look less trustworthy, and it takes away from the impact of a well-placed reveal. He’d never steal another secret-sharer’s thunder.

"So the real secret," Katherine grins as she closes the door behind them, "is I'm a monster slayer."

She takes a wicked looking battle ax down from its mount on the wall. The blade is sharp as shattered glass, and carries the dangerous aura of a weapon lovingly and frequently used. Cub thinks, maybe, it could kill him. He tries to hide his grin.

There is a noticeable silence after Katherine reveals the ax, a pause that breathes just a moment too long. Scott looks bemused, like he'd somehow expected this. His magic eye glitters, trying to decide if it's monstrous. Pearl looks excitedly curious, like this is the most interesting thing she's learned all day. Impulse looks at Cub again. This time instead of being suspicious, he looks nervous. Cub squints his eyes and smirks.

"That's amazing," he says, and he means it. Mortals are full of wonders. She also reveals to them a deadly looking bow, and tells them about a magical transformations she does to “murder the bad guys”. The room is peppered with applause and praise, and Cub is grinning wide and excited, and he hopes it doesn’t look too terribly vex of him. He loves heroes. He loves seeing what they’ll do. Chaos. When he was an evoker-tied vex, he loved watching them suffer too, but he’s shaken that part of his vex-ness at least. He does think Katherine is the most interesting person he’s met today. Katherine swears them into secrecy and they leave, and Impulse watches the spring in Cub’s step dubiously.

“You should stay away from her, buddy,” Impulse cautions. “You’re a monster. She's a monster slayer.”

“Oh definitely, definitely,” Cub chimes a little too enthusiastically, and Impulse frowns at him. “But Impulse, she kills bad guys, and I’m on my best behavior.”

“Cub we just got here,” Impulse groans. “You need to stay out of trouble until we feel these people out. Some of them are scary, and they have their own agendas they’re pushing.”

“When have I ever started trouble?”

Impulse pauses to think about this. The answer is “often”, but people are rarely around to watch Cub start trouble. They’re generally only in the know when he escalates and finishes it. Impulse shakes his head, “You should still be careful.”

“I’ll be careful.” This, at least, is truthful. It’d do no good to go and get himself killed by a monster slayer two days into this new wonderful world, especially when it’s very possible vex magic will be needed to fix the portal. Vex have unpredictable magic; there’s no telling if it’ll help or harm a situation. In truth, Cub isn’t completely unconvinced his magic broke the portal in the first place, just by merit of him stepping through. What he does know is that he doesn’t want to leave. Not now. Not when there’s so much going on here. This world, he decides with the utmost fondness, is insane.

They take a tour. They meet gods and goblins, a witch in the woods. None of these, Cub notes to himself, are considered monsters by the monster slayer. Katherine speaks of them fondly, with no signs of magical transformations or smiting. Of course, it is daytime. Who's to know what will happen when the moon rises?

He's to know, as it turns out, because Katherine calls him, Impulse and Pearl back to her place. She's a little more nervous this time. Cub can't smell mortal fear -- that's not really a vex trait -- but he's known mortal fear enough times to know there's a little bit of it here in Katherine. She wants them to prove their loyalty, and then once they prove it, to give them an ax and a uniform. It’s insurance, Cub thinks. It’s a lot harder to share a secret once it’s yours. Not that he was planning on sharing it anyway. He wants to see how this plays out. Impulse keeps throwing him sideways glances, getting increasingly nervous as the evening goes on. Cub remains unflappable, smiling, because why wouldn’t he find this fun? A vex that’s a monster slayer.

The moon rises.

As it’s rising, Katherine gives them a challenge. Prove you’re a monster hunter. Bring back the head of a monster. The vex in Cub goes to war with itself briefly, while it ignores another of Impulse’s furtive glances. He thinks it would be incredibly fun, incredibly chaotic, if he gave his own head to Katherine. But then again, that goes back to the problem of Cub wanting to know how all this plays out, wanting to chase the chaos of a new world, and needing to be alive to see how the Rift gets fixed. So he does something better.

The moon rises, and Katherine turns her back on them and raises her ax to begin her transformation. Pearl and Impulse start to scurry into corners to change into their uniforms. Cub waits until the Monster Slayer is mid-transformation, too caught up in her glitter and moonlight to watch. Then he snaps his fingers.

He, Impulse and Pearl are showered in glittering moonlight. Music only they can hear strikes up to the sound of rock guitar and drums. Who doesn’t love a good anime magical girl transformation? Cub finds himself laughing through his.

They land back on their feet, decked out in Monster Slayer regalia. Pearl is beaming. So is Cub. Impulse looks even more unsettled than he did before.

“Alright Monster Slayers!” Katherine calls, before Impulse can chastise Cub for the reckless use of vex magic in front of someone who probably kills vex in her spare time. “Bring me some monster heads!”

"Cub," Impulse whispers to him just before the all scatter in different directions. "You're insane."

Cub thinks that's funny, coming from a mortal. He grins. "I know."

#the barking writer #hermitcraft x empires #katherine elizabeth #esmp katherine #cubfan135 #impulsesv #empires s2 #hermitcraft #hermitcraft spoilers #empires smp spoilers #vex!cub #i just love that cub is working with katherine okau #i feel like its pleasantly ironic

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jadespeedster17 · 1 year

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Seven Minuets

Summary: Grian wasn’t having a fun time, his current boyfriend, Richard, was starting to annoy him. He was happy Scar was here and all, if just for support through this ‘guys night’. Playing stupid games and Richard not knowing how to keep his hands to himself.

Notes: Saw a prompt from one of @bluiex anon’s, Stalker!Killer!Scar and Grian. Decided why not. More Killer... not much Stalker, it’s hinted.

Warning: Smut(ish) (heavy make out really), Stalker Behavior, Blood, Murder, Death, Romanization of very dark things, dirty talk, and cults. (Scar’s in a murder cult so yeah)

Disclaimer: Author does not in IRL think these things are even remotely okay behavior, this is a fic, it is fiction. Take the warnings to heart, and don’t be an ass.

It was loud, it smelled of beer, and it just wasn’t as fun as Grian had hoped. He was now seriously regretting turning down Jimmy and Tango’s offer to hang with them, Ren, Bdubs, and Cub. Even though Scar came along, that didn’t do much to stop the rise of irritation in Grian’s temper. He was just trying to enjoy the movie, with the sound of his current boyfriend doing a shots competition.

He sighed a bit, blowing a strand of hair out of his face. Scar gave him an apologetic smile, “We can still ditch and head over to Jimmy’s, sure he’ll let us crash for the night.” he suggested, even if he tried to hide the disgust in his eyes at the group of guys.

Grian was seriously tempted, though he was too much of a kind person to just leave. Seemed rude... Rude like Richard stumbling over to him, the thick scent of cheap booze on him, making Grian’s nose wrinkle. Hands on his chest as the tipsy man kissed his neck, hands moving down.

“No Rich.” Grian said shoving his hands away, he wasn’t about to have sex in front of the others.

Richard huffed in annoyance, “Come on darling,” he grumbled, “The others wouldn’t mind at all, if you’re so upset about them watching we can head upstairs.” he told him.

Grian wrinkled up his nose, “no Richard,” more firmly than the last one, “I don’t want to, end of story.”

The other didn’t seem pleased with that, but puffed out breath letting go and getting off Grian all together. Heading back to the table, “Whatever man, come on, at least play some games.” he grumbled. Grian made a face but sighed walking over, he didn’t notice the dark glare Scar was getting Richard the whole time.

“Seven minuets in Heaven is the name of the game.” one of the others snicker, Grian didn’t bother remembering the name. “Might help loosen up some people.” he joked, and Grian held back a glare.

“Rules are simple,” a bottle was placed on the table, “Spin the bottle, and who it lands on on your turn you go into the closet with for 7 minuets.”

Yeah, Grian knew the rules, he placed the game once before in highschool. that was how he met his friends, he and Tango ended up in the closet. Tango then confessed to him his feelings for Jimmy, and wanted Grian to play wing man. To which Grian also dragged Scar into the mess, but hey it worked, they were still happily together. Might have ended with Jimmy getting a bloody nose due to a plan gone wrong, but it still worked.

He really is now wishing he went over to their house again. Why did he stay with Richard? Part of him guessed it was desperation. Though this was only the 4th date, the guy had been showing red flag after red flag. After tonight it was over, Grian honestly was done play this game. The man rarely respected his boundries.

He remembered venting to Scar about how Richard had tried to get his hands down his pants during the previews of the movies their last date. Richard had apologized, and promised to wait... well we see how that’s turning out. Asshole really just wanted to fuck like rabbits.

Grian was all for sexual intimacy and a good fuck, but he also liked the romantic aspect of things. Was he weird for just liking a good make out session? Just cuddling in the night with no need for a build up? Honestly... he wished he could find guys like Scar.

Problem was Grian was certain Scar was straight, and he didn’t want to impose on their friendship or make things awkward. Honestly he was afraid if they did date, and eventually break up, it’d be too odd to keep a friendship. He didn’t want to lose Scar as a friend, the other was also so caring, comforting, and had helped Grian through alot of issues in his life.

He snapped back into reality when Scar offered to go first. The ever present friendly smile on his face, spinning the bottle easily. Grian felt the others eyeing Scar up with drunken lust. Honestly made his skin crawl, even if Scar didn’t seem to notice or care.

The bottle landed on Richard as some were laughing, “What are the odds the friend would end up in the closet with the boyfriend.” one heckled, Grian shrugged at Scar, he trusted the guy not to do anything.

Scar wasn’t the type to cheat, given how he saw it hurt Grian last time.

Scar shrugged back, “Be back G.” he said cheerfully as he walked with Richard to the closet. The fact Richard didn’t protest said alot... You know what fuck it, he excused himself to the bathroom once the closet door closed. Ignoring the jeers form the 3 other men.

He made sure to lock the door... unease in his stomach.

Picking up his cellphone he dialed Jimmy’s number and sat down on the cold floor waiting. The phone rang a few times, before it picked up, “Hey Grian!” a cheerful voice said as he could hear voices in the back of laughing and chatting. “Be right back guys, Ren don’t steal my cards.” he said and Grian had no doubt Jimmy with giving the ‘I’m watching you’ look to Ren.

“What’s up man, hows your night?” Jimmy asked him, voice as happy as ever, honestly the familiar tone made Grian relax a bit.

“Not to well.” Grian grumbled with a heavy sigh, “Jimmy, mind if me and Scar come on over? I don’t want to stay here any longer.” he asked in a smaller tone. His brown eyes staring at the ground.

A pause, “Sure G, need me to pick you up?” Jimmy asked, tone slightly worried and more serious, “Ren will no doubt come also if you feel you need him?” he suggested.

A faint smile tugged at Grian’s lips, Ren was a body builder, Richard was scared shitless of him even if he talked a big game. “Nah man, it’s just... Richard is an ass and I really don’t want to stay with him. I also don’t wanna go home tonight, just want some friends.” he admits, his voice did breka at the end. The night had been rough, and Grian was holding back tears of frustration.

“Yeah sure, tell you what, I’ll pay pal you some money, get all of us some comfort food. We’ll play cards against humanity and watch some Scooby doo tonight. You and Scar are more than welcome to stay a feww nights.” Jimmy suggested as Grian gavea weak laugh and smile.

Sniffling a bit he made a sound of agreement, “I’ll get some pizza for the oven and ice cream then.” he suggested. “And yes I’ll get Bdubs favorite, need to keep the gremlin pleased.” he joked lightly feeling a big better when Jimmy laughed also.

“Sounds like a great time, see you in 2 hours then G, I’ll let the others know.” Jimmy promised, “We’ll be here, promise.” warmth filled he at the words as he muttered a thanks and bye. Hanging up Grian laid his head back on the wall, he felt a bit better.

Honestly he was happy to have friends like these guys, sure each one of them was in their own form of weird relationship, but none of them pressured Grian to do anything. Scar approved of each of them, though had jokingly said if any of them hurt Grian he’d hurt them. As if any of them would, Grian took some breaths to calm down, he didn’t want to walk outside looking like he’d been crying.

Meanwhile, as Grian had went to the bathroom to call Jimmy, Scar looked at Richard who was grinning down at him.

“You know your small friend is quiet the tightest cunt I’ve ever met.” Richard grumbled, “Wonder if you are?” he purred in a slurred tone. “I’ll admit you’ve got quiet the abs on you.”

Scar snorted some laughter, “I try to at least work out, makes the job easier.” he said leaning closer to Richard who was grinning at that.

“Job?” Richard echoed a bit, hand coming up to ran over Scar’s exposed chest. “Could give a shit less what you do man, I need a fix, and frankly Grian isn’t being happy about helping me out.” he scowled a bit, Then turned back to eyeing up Scar and licking his lower lip.

A deep hum as Richard started to kiss on Scar’s neck a bit, pressing up to him, “I think you’d be interested in it.” his hand moving up Richard’s back, “I’ve never told Grian about it... though that might change soon with you here.”

Richard groaned out a bit as Scar was rubbing up his side then to his back and hair. He was also started to go lower, playing with the belt a bit and-

Sharp pain rushed through Richard’s backside, as Scar was grinning at him. Warmth ran down his back as something was yanked out. Richard stumbled back a bit as he looked at the other. Pale mask with a sinister smile looked back. In Scar’s hand was a knife, red with blood now that dripped onto the floor. “It’s not much of a job, but it works.” Scar growled, Richard tried to struggle, in his drunken haze. Though aware, his body wasn’t really wanting to work. Adrenalin trying to kick in as Scar started to stab him, covering his mouth to keep him from crying out for help.

Grian came into the room as he heard loud bangs from the closet, the other 3 had also started to notice. “Scar?’ Grian said as he went over and the door opened. He stared at Scar stepped out of the closet.

“Well he’s dead.” Scar said calmly, as Grian stared, the other was covered in blood, holding loosely in his hands a bloody knife. He was also wearing a strange mask, it was blue with white streaks and a even fanged smile.

One of the others said, “Scar that’s not funny man.” he said getting up a bit stumbly on his feet.

Scar smirked slightly, “I think it’s quiet funny.” he commented with a grin at them, “Not like anyone will miss him.”

Grian walked past Scar and over to the closet, and stared in shock at the blood running out of Richard, his eyes widen with horror, blood on his mouth and all over his chest and back. Bleeding out onto the floors, he bent down slowly and placed a hand on him shoving the guy and checking him. “He’s... he’s dead... like really dead!” he said in a higher pitched voice.

As soon as he said this, Scar moved, grabbing Kyle, the more skinny guy and slicing open his throat. “HOLY SHIT!” Mike yelled out as Kyle fell over gagging and sputtering on blood as he convulsed on the floor in pain. Possibly unable to breath as the blood filled his mouth and lungs.

Nick tried to rush at Scar, only to be over powered easily, Grian has seen Scar working out. He could easily take on Nick, who clearly was a twig from possibly doing drugs. Scar laughed as stabbed Nick in the chest, the other struggling. Mike came to his senses and went to help, Scar looked at him and grinned as he shoved Nick into Mike. Making them both stumble.

He went over and stabbed Nick in the back a few times as the other’s weight held down Mike. He was trying to get up, calling out for help, calling out Grian’s name. Too call the cops, to do something.

Grian felt numb though as he watched Scar toss aside Nick, and get on top of Mike, who was trying to hold back the knife from his neck. A small giggle escaping Scar’s mouth as he pushed down hard.

He watched in horror and shock as the knife buried itself into Mike’s windpipe, and he listened to the gurgling cry of pain from the guy. Scar stabbed him a few more times, once through the eye for good measure, then took a deep breath once Mike’s body went still and his gasping stopped.

Scar stood up and looked over at Grian, then crazed look softening, “Oh.. G... you weren’t suppose to find out this early.” he whispered softly, walking over to Grian pressed up to the wall, a few feet away from Richard’s body. He was trembling as Scar closed in on him.

“Shhh,” Scar whispered, bending down to him as he petted over Grian’s cheek with bloody fingers. Lifting the blue mask with the smile away from his face. “Just breath for me my Desert Flower.” he cooed, as Grian stared at him. His heart was racing, Scar was covered in his... currently dead X’s blood and his friends.

Grian licked his lower lip, he really couldn’t be finding this hot!? He just watched Scar murder people, easily holding them down without any effort, and slicing them open, he was covered in blood! Scar shushed him again, “You know G, I’ve always liked you... I just couldn’t stand seeing that nasty piece of work there push you past your comfort zone.” he near snarled, “He tried to fuck me in that closet when I stabbed him you know, he had no respect for you whatso ever... Gosh the others were all betting on when I’d kill them for you.”

Blinking a few times Grian swallowed, “Others?” he asked Scar in a croaking tone.

A smile, soft, sweet, gentle, “Jimmy was more than tempted to come here to help me hold Richard down.” he spat Richard's name. “He didn’t like how he made you feel, and after you helped him win over Tango he feels responsible for helping you back.”

That sent Grian’s mind reeling, “What... Jimmy... is...?’ he wasn’t sure how to form a sentence right now, trying to process what Scar was saying.

“Some call us a cult, but we aren’t... we find someone was love more than anything, we’d kill for them. Vexes is what they call us, know you’ve heard of us deary.” Scar whispered to him, hands petting Grian’s hair, leaving blood running through it. “Never thought I’d find my ‘Soulmate’ but they promised me I would... my little flower.”

The Vexes... Grian knew of them, they were a cult of murderers, the news say they stalked someone for a while that they believe is their ‘mate’ their true mate that these beings called Vexes tell them. Wearing a mask with fanged smiles on them, only one of them had been captured, that was how this cult had been found out. And she killed herself in prison. Now killings popped up now and then...

And Scar was one of them.

Much less finding out Jimmy was also one, did Tango know? Were theri others? Were some his friends? Grian swallowed again, as he stared into Scar’s eyes, they were a deep blueish red now, swirling with bloodlust, he was talking even though Grian could barely make it out over the ringing of his ears.

“I’ll call Jimmy to get him to come help, you don’t have to worry about setting the scene deary, I know how-” he cut off as Grian’s fingers reached out, and brushed over the blood that made it under the mask. Scar stared now, his voice drawing quiet as he watched Grian stare at him. Feeling the warmth of the blood under his fingers, Scar’s faint breathing, and calloused fingers on his own cheek.

Then as quick as ever Grian rushed forward pressing his lips to Scar’s own. The knife did clatter to the floor as Grian was on top of Scar, gripping the other’s hair as he pulled back only for seconds to breath between each kiss. Scar then pulled off and started to bite at Grian’s neck.

“o-Ow.” Grian said lightly as teeth made contact, pressing against Scar.

Scar pulled back, “You okay?” he asked as Grian nodded to him, pushing him down to keep going. Somehow Grian had ended up on the floor with Scar on top of him, biting at his neck and leaving hickeys as he did so. Grian letting out small gasps of pain and Scar making sure he’s okay between the ones that hurt.

After a while of this Grian was panting a bit, looking at Scar, fuck he wanted to continue but, “I think we need to wait to keep going once this is taken care of.” he breathed out, some blood in his hair as Richard’s blood hand been pooling to them and was now sticking to his hair and red sweater.

He was also covered in blood from Scar’s hands on his body and face. Scar looked down at him and grinned widely, “as much as I’d love to fuck you in a puddle of blood, you’re right, messes to clean up.” he bent down and gently pressed a kiss to Grian’s forehead. “You look beautiful covered in blood my songbird.” he mumbled to him then pressed another kiss to him.

After a moment of just staring at each other Scar did let Grian stand up, “I had called Jimmy a few minuets ago, he wanted us to pick up pizzas and ice cream after I told him what happened tonight.” he said sheepishly.

Scar chuckled with a fond smile, “Good thing I pack extra clothing, I’ll call Cub here to help with the bodies and get you back to their place... Pizza and ice cream sounds lovely for tonight with friends.”

Grian nodded in agreement as he sat back and waited while Scar called up Cub. Jimmy also showed up with some spare clothing for Grian at his place, stating that blood on his seats was nothing knew, and Tango would be driving him home while he helps Scar and Cub. He also had on a vex mask

. . .

The Drive back was silent for the first half, as Grian shifted, Tango gave him a sheepish smile, “Well... at least we don’t have to keep secrets any longer.” he joked lightly as Grian did give a small laugh at that.

A pause and Tango sighed, “I’ll listen Grian, if you have anything on your mind.” he offered. “I know I was reeling when I found out a few months back.” he offered to his friend

Grian shifted a bit, then groaned, “Tango I just made out with a killer who is also my best friend, and he just killed 4 people in front of me.” he hide his face in his hands, and gods he loved every minuet of it. Scar had been forceful, but gentle at the same time. Checking on him through the intense make out session they hand. He had some impressive bruises and bite marks on his neck. “And fuck Tango, he’s in a cult too!”

Tango did laugh a bit at Grian’s reaction, “Well you took it better than I did or even Ren’s last lover... who tried to call the cops on Ren.” he grimaced, honestly Grian wasn’t shocked. Ren’s last guy was found dead a year back... and it seems Grian now knew why. “Bdubs thought it was cool, so guess there is that. I fainted when I caught Jimmy stabbing my Ex.” he said sheepishly.

The passenger stared at his friend as Tango let out another laugh, “Yeah, woke up in Jimmy’s place as he explained everything. Confessing his love for me over and over, what he’d do for me, the peoples he’s killed for me. Honestly, bit much at first, but it ended in sex so... cant’ say your reaction was any better than mine.” he joked.

A pause as Grian looked back out the window, “Never would have guessed.” he commented casually.

“Dude same.” Tango laughed, “Like Cubby being in a cult? That submissive boy?” he grinned as Grian laughed also. “But Jimmy explained a bit, Vexes are supposedly a creature they give Blood and Sex to in return for powers. Not sure how true it is, but he fully believes his life became better. The same he joined he met you, and I suddenly asked you for help in confessing my love to him.

“Jimmy is fully convinced this, and frankly I’m in too deep to do anything against him... not that I’d want to, I love him too much.” Tango sighed heavily, and looked over at Grian for a moment, “I promise G, you’re not alone in this.”

They started to pull up to the house as Tango parked the car, “Come on, Ren and Bdubs are inside and got you a hot bath ran. Take all the time you need, we can talk more once you get out... Scar and them might be a while as they’re also gonna pick up the food.”

Nodding, Grian got out with Tango to get this blood off him, it was starting to harden and flake. And a hot bath sounded great, even if his neck and collar bone felt tender. He was thankful that Ren just greeted him like normal sitting on the couch with Bdubs, they seemed to have paused their card game.

Grian left to the bathroom while Tango told the two he was taking it slow. He had alot to think about, licking his swollen lips. For a moment he tasted the blood on them, thinking back to Scar on top of him, biting down into his neck.

He took a deep breath... he’d have alot of questions for that idiot when he got back.

This took on a life of it’s own, and honestly kind of want to do more with his idea. Going into more stories of the Vex Cult of Killers. Maybe something a bit more NSFW with Scar and Grian. Cub pretty much flirts with everyone in the friend group, confident whore, we love him. Most make Tango a vex, but I decided to spice it up and make it Jimmy this time.

Spelling errors and grammar can’t be bothered right now, I’m too tired to care and it is 8am.

You guys want more, just let me know.

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occultvettr · 10 days

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He don’t bite

#hermitcraft #cubfan #cubfan135 #vex!cub #he’s just a silly lil guy look away from the teeth

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elven-kisses · 1 year

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what a silly fella

#tw blood #cubfan135 #cubfan #hermitcraft #vex!cub #kittlebyll art

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halloitsjason · 1 year

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Some actual doodles this time

I’m really proud of how all the full bodies turned out

#goodtimeswithscar fanart #goodtimeswithscar #hermitcraft #convex #kinda?#doodles #vex!scar #vex!cub #elf!scar #cubfan #cubfan fanart #wizard!scar #my art

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tibby-art · 8 months

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just a silly doodle of bkau convex haha. i hope nothing bad actually happens though.

#convex #boatem knights au #cubfan135 #goodtimeswithscar #vex cub #1k #art tag

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im-kino853 · 1 month

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saw cub's new skin on my fyp and i thought he's just slay that way.

#cubfan135 #vex cub #no idea wgat the context for the skin cuz i literly just finished my exam lol #otw disappearing again i have 2 more in a row to go 😓#my art

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vexdraticc · 1 year

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[Image ID: A digitally painted portrait of cubfan135’s character. He is pictured facing rightwards at a 3/4 portrait view, and has his head angled up in a way that allows him to look down on the viewer. He has a closed-lip smile made to look slightly creepy. He is wearing his typical white labcoat, blue button-up, and tie. He has dark hair, glasses, slightly pointed ears, and his fingers fade to black and sharpen into claws at the tips. Only his left hand is shown, and is in a relatively relaxed claw position near his face with his pointer finger slightly more extended than the rest. The entire piece is extremely dark, contrasted greatly by the bright blue vex magic being cast from the pointer finger of his hand. The magic itself looks like glowing lighting, and wraps itself around and behind his pointer finger before making it’s way all the way across the picture and off of the bottom left side of the piece. The same glow also makes up the entirety of his irises, and also emanates from his crystal earring. The entire piece is effected by the light of the magic, the glow being cast onto Cub and his clothes. The work is painted in such a way that the brushstrokes are still visible. The background is dark blue and fades to black at the top edges, then lighter blue towards the bottom. /. End ID]

come closer. he doesn't bite (much)

#cubfan135 #cubfan fanart #hermitcraft #convex #eye contact #hermitcraft cubfan #hc cubfan #vex cub #hermitcraft fanart #baxbrush #had to speedrun finishing this bc i needed him to stop looking at me Like That #tumblr gets the earring version bc im too much of a coward to post it on twt and tag cub

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convexdaily · 1 year

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[39] An unfortunate learning curve

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #convex #cubfan135 #goodtimeswithscar #vex!cub #vex!scar #mod 🎡

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aresonist · 1 year

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vex magic f

bonus convex content + transcript under the cut

transcript:

G: Hey, Scar I was just thinking that-

S: Grian.

G: Yeah?-

G: Oh shit, were you taking a nap? Did I wake you up?

S: No, I uh- I am under a very strong influence of vex magic right now

G: Oh my god, Scar. You're HIGH on vex magic?!

S: hello???

G: HAHAHA

bonus transcript:

G: I texted Cub and told him that you're high on vex magic. He said he's on his way.

S: But I'm not HIGH, there's just too much magic in my system and-

C: hey

C: oh, he's high as shit.

G: I told you!

S: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

#gtws #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #grian #cubfan #cubfan135 #hermitcraft #hc scar #hc grian #hc cub #convex #desertduo #mcyt #my art #tw implied drugs #tw drugs #kind of #vex magic and shit

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silverskye13 · 1 year

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This is kinda late but cubfan with 11?

Spotify Wrapped #11: Therefore I Am by Rain Paris

I'm not your friend or anything, damn You think that you're the man I think, therefore, I am I'm not your friend or anything, damn You think that you're the man I think, therefore I am

[Send me a character and a song # for spotify doodles!]

#the barking artist #cubfan135 #vex!cub #convex #spotify wrapped #oh whoops its 6am #im going to bed immidietly

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crazypercheron · 10 months

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So, I just started watching Cubfan's pov of Hermitcraft Season 9 and to me, seeing him nonchalantly fighting an army of blaze to get their blaze rods just to make "Coffee" potions- from a mob that normally burns the tar outta me- has got to be one of the most raddest things ever. So I drew it.

#cubfan135 #cubfan fanart #hc s9 #His eyes are blue because Vex Magic #Come on #You know the dude goes feral when he holds a sword #Why else did he made Total Chaos? He lives for the fight!#vex cub

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jadespeedster17 · 1 year

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Secrets of the Mansion

Summary: Grian is an evoker... or was might be a better term. Though he still uses magic, he’s long since stopped using illager magic. He can pass for human with mild illusion magic, However it becomes a little harder when he finds out two of his friends are Vexes, who have taken an... unhealthy fascination in him.

Notes: This is loosely based on @theminecraftbee and @silverskye13 ideas they did. But with my own twist on it. - Hybrid Vexes actively seek out Evokers, they are slightly picky on who they chose to the ‘Their Evoker’. - Evokers can be half player, which is what Grian is. Pureblood Evokers are fully illagers and aren’t as creative as Players are. - Grian’s magic is summoning, illusions, necromancy, and spirit magic. He mostly uses the term ‘Void Mage’ now as he dislikes being called an Evoker. - Grian left his mansion years ago finding he didn’t fit in due to being a Half Blood. - Scar and Cub are possessive fuckers who are addicted to the magic Grian gives them, begging for him to join their Cult. - Vexes are the ones with power, they are a type of void creature, near god like. Evokers borrow their power in exchange they gain loyalty and give it back.

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Grian wanted to groan, that had been a mistakes, one of many mistakes he made. How had he missed the signs? How had he been so blind to the obvious of it all? Why did his actions have consequences!? He shouldn’t have trusted Scar as much as he had. 3rd Life and Double Life was a nightmare, he got too close, allowed his magic to peel past many layers.

Then again people like him were addicted to power. When someone with magic as strong as him found someone they loved, they wanted, they had to have that person, fully. Mind, Body, and Soul. That was true with his mother and his father, even if his mother had been brainwashed into loving his father.

Now, the cat was out of the bag. Scar knew what he was, and now he knew what Scar was. The wide eyed look at each other, the small kiss near the Red Velvet, the spark of magic. The blue skin looking at the graying skin.

Grian actually did groan now, hiding his face into his hands sinking to the ground in his home. Now he couldn’t get rid of the man, Scar and Cub was dead set on getting Grian tied to them. Suppose though this explained Double Life well, why Scar seemed faster, mischievous, and a little out of it. The soulmate bond had allowed Grian’s magic to fuel Scar on a small level.

“Scar for the final time no, I will not join you and Cub’s cult.” Grian said to the man as he found a way inside again, leaning back his head on the wall. Scar made a whining sound, high pitched, like nails on a chalk board. He heard another set of steps, that would possibly be Cub.

Cub walked into the room, a smile on his face, that Grian could now see the inhuman edges to it. “You look like a wreck Grian.” he teased lightly, a apologetic, if sinister, smile on his face. Scar’s smile was just knowing, in a very annoying way.

Well no duh Grian might look like that way to them, swearing off of Vex Magic in general could be taxing on the body. Grian was young when he made the deal for power, when he summoned his first Vex. He was promised power, loyalty, and he just had to give it back.

‘You don’t chose a Vex, the Vex chose you.’

Grian swore off that magic, he swore he’d never be tempted again. Even if his hands tingled to use it again. Using other magics helped, illusions, necromancy, or even glamor charms. But it was like he was still bound to it, still longing to give and receive back. He hated it, he hated how he still, on some level, was dependent on it.

That’s the thing about Vex Magic, it pulled you in, alighting your senses to give you an indescribable high. Though half blood as an Evoker, Grian still was accepted by them easily.

“Gosh Gri, you’re over thinking like crazy.” Scar told him walking over as Grian pulled his hand away before Scar could grip it. Scar huffed at that, a pout on his lips. “How long have you been running from it? Depriving yourself of the magic?” he asked in a gentle, soothing tone.

Grian narrowed his eyes at that, looking away from Scar, but saw no reason to lie. Lying to a Vex wasn’t wise, he at least still remembered that from his teacher. “8 years.” he said softly to them as Cub made a whining sound in his throat.

Cub now as next to Grian looking hurt, “Why?” he asked him, it was fake concern. Grian could see the desire in those eyes, they wanted him, they wanted him fully, devoted and loyal. “Grian you could be hurting yourself, we are willing to help you.” Cub said a cold hand on Grian’s own as Grian felt the sparks of magic, the itch again as he pulled back and rubbed his hand close. For a moment his skin was slightly gray as it faded back to a pale color.

Looking away Scar nodded along with Cub, “Grian Cub and I would love to be your Vexes, symbiotic relationships and all. We’ll give you protectors, our loyalty, and in return you swear yourself to the Vex again, atone for leaving, and...” a near whisper, “We’ll give you it all.”

Magic laced Scar’s words, poisoned honey in his ears, temping his thoughts. It’d be so easy, the rush of it, the power to make things happen at his own will. Scar’s hand found his again, the magic spreading down his arm as he was forced to look at the two.

“Need to hear you say the words Grian.” Scar purred to him as Cub now as gripping his other hand. Rushing the magic over him, one he could deal with, two felt like it was overwhelming his senses. “Just agree to it, and we’ll give you everything you could ever want.” Cub whispered also, lacing their fingers together. “And say our names.”

The edges of it flared up, the thread reaching out slowly. Grain wanted to summon them to him, he wanted so badly.

Once the Vex have their mind set to something, they could be very persuasive, and perhaps Grian should have guessed they’d find him eventually... but at least these two were friends long before this.

#vex!scar #vex!cub #Evoker!grian #open ended #tw: mind control #hermitcraft #fanfic

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