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kiwinatorwaffles · 3 months

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hermit species headcanons: volume… 2!

i made this post two years ago when i was fresh to the series and was just getting to know the hermits. a lot has changed since then, but a lot has also stayed the same! my headcanons are getting refined every single time i talk about them, so chances are, this list won't even be accurate to my thoughts a year later.

with that being said, let's get started! click the cut to read them all

bdubs: glare! small, hates the dark, is a feral creature, will never let go of the moss. he and pungance were born from the same tree in the same patch of moss so they are brothers LMAO

beef: vampire! but not a full one. he was bitten by a bat and gained two vampiric traits exactly: fangs and sensitive skin. beef thinks his tendency to get sunburnt easily is just something in his code or a genetic condition. he never got it checked.

cub: alien shapeshifter! his original form is this shapeless void blob, and he can only copy how other beings look like. his forms were taken from two astronauts he saw in space, an old man and a young man. his void form can be seen slightly on his inner arm, where there is just a sliver of night sky hanging out

cleo: zombie (duh) cleo was permakilled by a witch's curse but when faced with the pearly gates they were like. nah. i'd rather be down there. and just straight up left and came back as a zombie. that's how she met joe. because he was sitting on top of her tombstone eating a sandwich

doc: originally a fae, but now he's super fucked up? what can i even say. he was a fae who got super interested in the sciences and started experimenting on himself just for the hell of it. there was that whole dinnerbone cyborg arm thing but he also managed to make himself a centaur form that he uses for extra storage and height. nobody knows where the creeper came from. was it from his dad's side? did he give it to himself? not even stress, his cousin, can tell you how he came to be. what the hermits DO know however is that he can steal pronouns by asking for them

etho: redstone deity! etho was an ancient builder who was executed for witchcraft upon his discovery of redstone. he was resurrected by the universe as a second chance and to spread his knowledge to the world. you can read more from my fic here ehehehehe

false: human! yes she is 100% human. i just thought it would be funny if such an awesome and skilled fighter was just some normal ass human with a bit of social anxiety

gem: forest spirit! she has nature powers and can change parts of her body to reflect parts of nature. she's a deer? an elf? nope! only sometimes. she can mix and match whatever traits she wants on any given day. but be careful of those deer legs and horns. they Hurt

grian: red macaw avian! he has bird feathers covering his ears, parrot wings, and bird talons! he is also able to mimic voices perfectly (which he uses to play pranks and swear in other hermits’ voices) and is a Hollow Boned Menace. he carries a lot of bird tendencies, like being a piece of shit or preening his friends’ hair when it’s too messy (which is always). in start of seasons, he has x lock away usage of his wings to keep himself from an unfair advantage. he also has stolen powers from the watchers, which he can use to change his wing colors or view the entire map from afar.

npg: ????????????? he’s supposed to be a robot, but he has wings and flies sideways?????? he’s somehow even more fucked up than robot grian. not even grian is sure of what he created tbh. he just knows he did NOT give npg those conure wings to begin with.

ariana griande: galah avian! she is grian's cousin who is a pop star. she has never actually been on hermitcraft before -- that was grian cosplaying as her.

hypno: human warlock! he accidentally made a pact when he replaced his tooth with a piece of cursed gold. jokes on his patron though, his faulty human memory can't even remember how he got his powers! he has lots of inscriptions as tattoos written in galactic just all over his body that he completely forgot how to read at this point and is immortal. maybe that's a bit bad for his sense of self-preservation

impulse: demon/imp! he used to be a gargoyle that dispensed candy, but a wizard passing by granted him life and well. now he's here! demons are actually underworld spirits that punish permadead players who have been genuinely horrible to the players around them, but impulse wanted to build houses and play with redstone instead of stirring the torture soup. so when he met skizz he decided hanging out with the players was the best thing to do. he also used to have larger horns and wings but his time on the surface has made his wings very tiny and unusable without the help of an elytra. skizz always teases him for this.

iskall: cyborg! the hermits don't know if he was fully human before the cyborgification. me, personally? i think it would be funny if she was actually built to protect a village but had too much of a personality so the villages just let him go have fun with the players. not sure if i want to adhere to that though

jevin: slime! certain slimes have evolved to be more like players. jevin is from the blue variety (that's his gender)

joe hills: ???????? void-born universe being??? joe is actually the oldest living being in the universe. he was just popped out of void (even predating the void gods) and spent all this time just doing whatever fuckall was around to do. he looks like a normal human being but just Slightly to the left, like his a bit-too-many teeth or slight lean when he stands. other than that, he acts like any other human!

joel: human mage! he actually only has powers of illusion that changes only how he looks. he Really wanted to be an orc but the spell couldnt last forever (as his fae wife lizzie found out after marriage). every day he wishes he had as much swag as shrek did. more on the headcanon here

keralis: weird fucking eldritch cryptid being? except he looks exactly like a human. nothing weird about him, nope. just don't look too closely at his eyes. he promises that he blinks like a normal person and not with his pupils.

mumbo: robot! with a core heart and stretchy limbs, he runs mainly on the consumption of redstone and occasionally typical foodstuffs. he had a creator before the days of hermitcraft (who originally built him as a war machine but something went deeply sideways during construction) that taught him all there is to know about redstone and the outside world. he also inherited the british accent and mustache from his creator. his creator did want him to be free and wiped mumbo's memory of his creation before setting him off into the overworld and letting him roam free. now he's just a silly guy!

grumbot: robot! he was first built to give suggestions on what to do with the mayoral elections but then he developed actual attachments to his horribly neglectant dads </3 but it's alright! he now chills with renbob and goatman up in the hermitheus

pearl: moon spirit! she was the moon from a player's hardcore world. the player used to talk to the moon for fun, but suddenly disappeared from the world one day. now feeling lonely, pearl took a humanoid form and descended to find where her player went, but she ended up discovering the joys of being a player herself. contrary to popular belief, she had no influence on the season 8 moon.

ren: weredog! can shapeshift into a dog form, which he usually uses to either run fast or play fetch. he’s also more prone to change when the moon is larger…. except he just becomes a hyperactive dog who chases his tail all night and is deeply embarrassed by it. he also probably has rabies, but everyone whom he has bitten probably already had something deeply wrong with them to begin with anyway

renbob: human...? he's related to ren from the human side, or at least that what he tells people. but he might as well be 50% weed by now

scar: human(?) wizard! he can fly, subtly change his physical appearance, cast spells, and do all sorts of magical shenanigans! he also can read galactic fluently, which is how he learned that hypno enchanted himself with loyalty at some point. jellie is his beloved familiar. also he's a capitalist. nobody knows where that came from

skizz: angel! why are there angels in minecraft, you might ask? some people are satisfied with their lives and let themselves permadie. skizz, after being born randomly from an angel statue (i wonder if it’s related to the other statue guy) was supposed to be one of the angels who helped escort players to the pearly gates, but he met impulse while his demon clan was taking a field trip to heaven. the two immediately became besties and skizz begged the universe to let him join the players. the universe begrudgingly agreed and now he's here! he hides his many other halos as ring tattoos on his arms as well

stress: fae! she's got fairy powers, magical swag, an affinity for flowers, and will beat you up if you assume she's the resident server cleric.

tango: ex-blazeborn! he saw some yummy packed ice and ate it, which extinguished his internal flame. his blazeborn tribe felt bad for him but knew it would be dangerous if he stayed, so tango just left for the overworld instead. he tries to convince people that he is 100% a human and not suspicious at all because he's embarrassed of having to explain that he lost most of his powers due to eating some yummy ice cream. a more detailed post about my headcanon can be found here

tfc: human! the only non-human aspect of him is a prosthetic leg. contrary to popular belief, he did not lose that leg while mining. it was after fighting a horde of skeletons. (he won)

wels: human. he's just a human. nobody believes him when he tells them because they've seen him accidentally level a building while sparring before. but nope. he's just a human. and a very fucked up one at that

hels: ???? techncially has the traits of wels, beef, and etho????? is there a species for evil clones created by copying machines or

xb: guardian! he was a guardian made to guard the magical treasures of ancient builders, but he got bored of staying in the same spot for centuries and his creators never returning. hypno casted a spell of bipedelity on xb, so now he can walk on land! i wrote a fic about it here too

xisuma: voidwalker! created by the young void gods, he was made from a fucking mspaint file where the void gods dicked around with the program and made a deeply fucked up being (him) on accident. he has no mouth, his hands are as black as the void, and his voice is terrifying without a modulator, which is why he wears a helmet. more about it in my fic here

evil x: also a voidwalker, but this time the void gods pressed random on a picrew and sent him out into an alternate dimension. he grew up in super england until x fished him out of the void. this little rascal has red scleras, ram horns, and a devil tail. he doesn't need to sleep, so he gets all his energy from eating, which is convenient because his sharp teeth can crunch anything and he can digest everything. his hair acts like an enderchest with a portal to the void, where he keeps snacks and various trinkets.

zedaph: human, but he’s not sane. i mean look at this guy. look at what he’s doing. nobody knows how he became so deeply fucked up but he's truly just Like That. he gave himself sheep features once on accident though

worm man: surprisingly, human. he's lucky to have stayed human for this long with his brother's insane experiments. accurate to popular belief, he has no superpowers.

#orchard’s library #hermitcraft #hermitblr #i cant tag everyone so im just not going to LMAO #ill only be tagging the new additions from my last list so here we go #vintagebeef #smallishbeans #skizzleman #tinfoilchef #keralis #xbcrafted #grumbot #renbob #falsesymmetry #ariana griande

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sleepy0s · 6 months

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The first part of this is quote-less, and just how they first met. Then i'll add the quotes in :)

(IMPORTANT INFO FOR THIS PLEASE READ!)

**Sun Deity Grian**

- He is the deity of the sun (Obv)

- Gold/light brown, shortish fluffy hair

- slightly tanned skin full of freckles

- amber/gold-ish eyes

- He's got pretty white wings

- Gives off that ‘warm/happy’ feeling most of the time

**Voidwalker Xisuma**

- Cant breath overworld air

- Has an ‘X’ shaped scar above his nose

- Dark, almost black hair - not long, but not short

- Dark eyes with a purplish tint

- Pale-ish skin

- Long black, devil-ish tail with a tuft of ‘void’ on the end. (LIke fur?)

- Small stubby horns on his head

(And, this is like.. Sun Deity Grian was being held captive by the Watchers due to the power he gives off- he's basically a living solar battery. And then they kidnapped Voidwalker XIsuma and threw them in the same cage and yeah

Grian is younger than Xisuma and so hes very protective of Grian.)

(Ill put the translations to the galactic in the inbetween parts)

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Xisuma stumbled as he was shoved into a cell, his tail swishing in and out of existence, they had taken his helmet, comm and any weapons he may have had access to. He was also pretty sure there was blood trickling down his face.

“⍑-⍑ᒷꖎꖎ𝙹..? ∴⍑𝙹 ᔑ∷ᒷ ||𝙹⚍?” A voice, he looked around, trying to find who spoke. Eventually he found the figure of a small.. Avian? They had dirty white wings, and hair that covered their face.

“Pardon.?”

“↸𝙹- ↸𝙹 ||𝙹⚍ リ𝙹ℸ ̣ ᓭ!¡ᒷᔑꖌ gᔑꖎᔑᓵℸ ̣ ╎ᓵ?” Xisuma sighed, unable to understand the language this person was speaking.

“Do you speak English..?” The boy hesitated, as if thinking about his words.

"╎- i uhm, ╎ ᓵᔑリ speak english. リ𝙹ℸ ̣ very ⊣𝙹𝙹↸ ℸ ̣ ⍑𝙹⚍⊣⍑ sorry" He coughed, before speaking again, “I speak English.” The boy took a step forwards, his hair moved out of his face to reveal a face full of freckles and the occasional bruise. He stuck his hand out towards Xisuma.

“My name is Grian..”

Xisuma took his hand, shaking it softly, “It's nice to meet you Grian, im Xisuma.”

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1. Hello? Who are you?

2. Do- Do you not speak Galactic?

3. I- I uhm, I can speak english. Not very good though sorry

(LET THE QUOTES BEGIN)

Voidwalker Xisuma: Where are your parents?

Sun deity grian: What are parents?

Voidwalker Xisuma: That’s just about the saddest thing I've ever heard.

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They were sat on the floor, in the middle of their little cell, Grian was sat in front of Xisuma, his wings splayed out as Xisuma preened his wings. They had a nice conversation going on and Grian was keeping them warm.

“Suma, do you have any family?” The question was random, but understandable. If they were to be stuck together it made sense for him to want to know about him.

“Uhm, yeah. I live on a server with my brother, and our parents live in the end. What about you, Grian? Any family?”

Grian paused, thinking about his response. “I've got my twin sister Pearl.?”

“That's lovely, what about your parents?”

He didn't respond for a bit, which worried Xisuma slightly. He was about to speak, when Grian responded. “Xisuma..? What are parents?”

“That is the saddest thing I've ever heard.”

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Watcher: Where’s Grian?

Voidwalker Xisuma: Around.

Watcher: Around?

Watcher: You don’t have any idea, do you?

Sun deity grian, dropping down from above: Did you know there’s a space above the ceiling?

Watcher POV

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There was always a watcher standing guard at the door, and twice a day they entered the cell. For breakfast, and for dinner. - It used to be only The Sun getting two meals, something about ‘keeping the power source alive’ but The Sun refused to eat unless the Voidwalker was given two meals as well.

The watcher entered the room, two plates of ‘food’ in its hands. It paused as it realised there was only one being in the cell, which was the voidwalker. It looked around the cell, hoping the other one was just hiding in a corner, eventually the watcher placed down the food and walked over to the voidwalker.

"∴⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ ╎ᓭ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ᓭ⚍リ?" It sighed, looking at the blank look on the voidwalkers face, “Where is the sun gone?” The voidwalker looked confused for a second.

“The sun.? oh. You mean Grian? He's around.” The voidwalker shrugged, not seeming to be concerned.

“Around..?” The watcher was confused, “You don't know where the Sun is, do you?” He cant have gone far, the cell was supposed to be indestructible.

A tile fell from the roof, and a cheerful figure popped their head down, his smile wide even as he looked at the watcher, “Did you guys know there’s a space above the ceiling?”

"ᓭ⚍リ. ⊣ᒷℸ ̣ ↸𝙹∴リ."

"⎓╎リᒷ."

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1. Where is the sun?

2. Sun. Get down.

3. Fine.

Sun deity Grian: Wow. I keep stepping on a lot of crunchy twigs.

Watcher: Those are bones, Sun.

Sun deity Grian: *looks straight up* Not if I never look down.

This one is before xisuma arrived

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Grian had only been in this place for a few weeks, his hopes were still high although he was extremely bored. And his wings were hurting. And he didn't like the dark. And- and. Well. It sucked.

He was currently walking back and forth the cell, a watcher stood at the top, a tray of food in its hands, it seemed to be examining his movements.

“Wow, I keep stepping on a lot of Crunchy twigs, don't i?” The noise of snapping and crunches could he heard beneath Grians feet.

“T⍑𝙹ᓭᒷ ᔑ∷ᒷ ʖ𝙹リᒷᓭ, s⚍リ.” The watcher spoke with no emotion, watching as Grian immediately snapped his head upwards, refusing to look down.

“Not if I never look down!”

~~~

1. Those are bones, sun.

(I loved writing this idea, will probably write more of sun deity grian and voidwalker xisuma)

#grian #pearlescentmoon #xisuma #sleepy0s #avian grian #sun deity grian #voidwalker #watchers

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all54321 · 10 months

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More Watcher!Scar AU.

There will be a part 2 of Watching, but when I started writing it I decided that this is when Grian learns about what’s happening to Scar. The conversation following just isn’t flowing right so I put it on hold. I was writing the scene where Scar grew wings before getting an idea for this.

This takes place just after Grian kills Ren. Scar’s wings have a void-like appearance while Grian’s are normal parrot wings. When Grian became a watcher his wings did change to be void-like, he just uses magic to make them look like a parrot’s wings again.

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They’re both sitting against a wall in a different hideaway coming down from the adrenaline and bloodlust of Grian’s kill. It seems like Grian killing satiates both of their bloodlusts. He’s extremely jittery himself from the kill, on one hand appreciating having clearer thinking, on the other knowing that he won’t be able to look Ren in the eyes for weeks when they return.

“Gri…?” Scar’s voice breaks the silence, tense and slightly hoarse.

Grian just replies with a questioning hum, staring forwards.

“What’s… after all of this?” There’s a clear vulnerability in Scar’s tone that has Grian turning to look at him. He meets his red eyes with his own, a sorrowful and uncertain look to them.

“What do you mean?” Grian asks him gently.

“Is this,” he waves a hand around vaguely, “all there is now? Do we just die and wake up in another game, just to repeat this all again?”

“Oh,” Grian whispers, remembering that while Scar remembers the other games, he doesn’t remember Hermitcraft. “It’s not just this,” he assures, “it’s not just these games. But even though there are breaks, we’re still trapped within a loop of playing them.”

Even with that dark confirmation of some kind of loop, Scar relaxes at there being something else, wings slumping behind him, “what is it?”

“Home,” Grian murmurs wistfully, “it’s home. Most of us here live in a server together, it’s peaceful and we don’t have to worry about running out of lives. The only wars are mostly just pranks or jokes.”

“That sounds nice,” Scar answers, although now with a sad tinge to his voice.

Grian hums, turning to stare at the wall again, “Yeah, but it makes playing these games harder, since we’re friends with everyone here and killing your friends is just… I hate it.” He sighs, “but this game just does things to my mind to try to convince me it’s fine.” He casts a side glance at Scar, “I’m assuming that’s why the Watchers don’t let you remember, so you’re not conflicted about killing people you’re friends with.” There’s a pause as Grian lets out a long breath, “I normally remember what happens in the games due to my status as a Watcher, so… well, I hope you’re only like this during the game. It would be nice to not be alone, I suppose, but I wouldn’t want to wish this fate on you forever, void knows how much I don’t want to be like this.”

Scar replies with a quiet hum before stretching a wing out and wrapping it around Grian. He makes a noise in surprise, before leaning against it, avian instincts singing at the feel of someone who he’s close with’s wing around him, comforting him. It’s clear how Scar is conflicted over the matter, Grian doesn’t mind, just appreciating Scar’s comfort while he has it.

#my writing #watcher!scar au #the drabble saga #scarian #vaguely #hermitshipping

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natadachoco · 1 year

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a pretty good reunion

this is @twic0rd‘s christmas gift exchange!! It’s a 3.5k words of a mumscarian injury fic set it an unknown timeline (after season 8). Technically it’s a hurt/comfort, but I’m not very good at hurting my boys so it’s mostly fluff. It starts off with established Scarian with pining Mumbo and ends with the three of them getting together. Enjoy!!

There are some things in this world that are self-evident.

Therefore, due having to put up with things like preening, being monitored all times by your adoptive keepers, and having to cut wing holes out of everything he wore, he was allowed to torment them as much as he wanted.

One, Grian had wings.

Two, Scar and Mumbo did not.

(He convenient ignored the fact that as a shapeshifter, Mumbo could have wings too, but he didn’t have the helicopter watchers that came with Grian��s wings, so they didn’t count.)

Mumbo’s roof made a terrible perch. The first few times he tried landing on it, his talons unsuccessfully grappled with the slick tile and it usually ended with him falling flat on his ass. Several more smashes into the balcony later — and a few grooves he definitely didn’t deliberately scratch into the roof — he got the hang of it. Still wasn’t a pleasant feeling under his feet, though.

He ignored the tutting, fussing voices in the back of his head. He was a bird on a mission: make Mumbo’s life a living hell for leaving him so lo— for generating so much lag. He'll have a fun surprise waiting for him when he finally logs back on. What to do?

Blue eyes lit up as an idea popped into his head.

Leafiana. Treesia’s grafted clone, because if the hermits can transcend dimensions and hop into a new server, why can’t Treesia?

Well. He can pretend, anyways.

Talons clicked against roof tile as he launched from his perch in the rough direction of a forest. Grian never really got the hang of using the coordinates embedded in his communicator properly, relying more on his avian instincts to guide him.

He flew until the yellowed grass of the plains gave over to the brighter, truer greens of the forest. Ferns squished under him as he landed. He grinned softly to himself when he felt the foliage against his feet. He loved building, exploring structure and design in a way that can’t really be done in 2D, but sometimes he just wanted to build a nest in the trees and sleep with only a canopy to protect him instead of in his giant mansions and super-future towers.

“I keep getting distracted,” he muttered to himself. He was here to gather materials for Treesia 2.0, and that meant getting his axe out and doing some chopping.

Thud. Crash. Whatever other sounds trees made when they crashed down in a forest. Grian stood back to admire his haul, grimacing at the thought of having to chop these oaks up even further so he can shove them in shulkers. He wiped the sweat from his brow with his wing, hands currently occupied with a very sharp tool, before grimacing at the sticky mess of dirt that was now on his brightly coloured feathers. He sighed. As if he hadn’t had enough preening to do when he got back.

He looked at the felled logs. It was probably around ten stacks, but he remembered needing at least half a shulker box for Treesia, and he certainly didn’t want to be outdone by past Grian, so he sighed and resigned himself to spending the next hour chopping more wood.

He should’ve chosen his next tree more carefully. It only took one hit of the axe to do this, after all.

A high-pitched scream echoed throughout the forest. He barely registered it was his own. Blood flowed steadily out of Grian’s scalp and onto the crumpled ferns below, saturating the dark earth underneath. He tried to lift a hand to stem the flow, but only now did he notice that the branch that cut a gash into his head and knocked him over was now crushing his arm and wing. It must’ve already been on the verge of breaking, and his axe hit was just the final straw, he thought blearily. If he continued thinking a mile a minute, the pain wouldn’t consume him.

Too bad, the universe said. You’re gonna hurt anyways. Whatever adrenaline was keeping the pain at bay long enough for him to take in his situation before was not pulling its weight anymore. His back throbbed angrily and pain laced through his wings from being stuck in such unnatural positions, not to mention the giant tree branch that was still on top of him. Grian could swear that he could hear the other Watchers laughing at his plight. Imagine what you could have done if you didn’t leave us, he bet they were whispering. Leaving to frolic among mortals.

His communicator. He needed his communicator.

The bright light of the screen shocked a migraine into him. Great. He probably had a concussion on top of all his other injuries, too. I hope I didn’t type it wrong, he thought, just before black overtook his vision. He was always terrible at using coordinates.

[help me]

[1083, -3872]

Scar’s communicator beeped. He glanced down, lit up by a nearby beacon beam with a pickaxe in hand. He had just been gathering more andesite for a new build.

His heart stopped.

His pickaxe clattered to the floor as he quickly grabbed his rockets and set off in the direction of a certain pesky bird. If his boyfriend wanted help with a build, or even just to prank someone, he’d send a little more than just a depressingly short message and a set of coordinates. It was up to him to make sure he was okay; no one else was online except for an afk Tango. Even if it was a prank, Scar couldn’t possibly leave him alone.

His worry grew as he neared the coordinates. He was nowhere near any Hermit’s base; in fact, he had been flying over ocean for who knows how long. Had Grian typed them wrong?

He looked at the coordinates again, trying to think of where it could possibly be, if not here. The easiest mistake to make is forgetting a negative, a mistake he knew from experience was far too easy to make. He racked his brain trying to remember what was around -1100, -3900. Mumbo’s base was within a few hundred blocks. It wasn’t that close, but it was all he could remember.

Hopefully it was the right decision, he thought. Grian had been waiting for him long enough.

This time, a forest faded into view as he flew in. You can have accidents in forests, right? Scar knew he had enough issues navigating their dark, not Scar Safe premises. He dived downwards into the canopy when he reached the coordinates, only realising a little bit too late that that may have not been a very good idea.

A branch caught him in the stomach and he wheezed. A sucker punch was better than this. He panted as he caught his breath, hanging over the branch like he was laundry on a clothesline. He opened his eyes to see if he could spot some familiar feathers, but his hard-won air was forced out of him once again as he took in the scene before him.

"What in the world, Grian!?"

Grian was usually a sight for sore eyes, but the blood and the unnaturally crooked wings made his eyes sore.

"Hang on, I'm coming to get you!" He shouted. He was half aware that Grian was probably out cold and couldn't hear him, but he felt the odd need to say it anyway. It was like there was an audience watching him.

He wriggled off the branch and landed beside Grian with an 'oof'. He grimaced at the squelch of the ground, nearly gagging when he lifted his hands and saw that they were covered in brick red dust. The top layer of the blood must've dri-

How long has he been here?

Spurred on by the icy realisation, he tried to lift the tree branch up to no avail. Never had he cursed being one of the physically weakest Hermits so much. He rummaged through his inventory to see if there was anything he could use, panic setting in, and then remembering that in his haste, he hadn't even thought to get healing potions or even a golden apple.

He bit his lip as he wondered whether going back to the shopping district to grab some potions would be worth the time sacrifice. Just as he was about to leave, his communicator beeps again.

[MumboJumbo joined the game.]

What?

Shaking his head, he blinked a few more times to make sure he read the message properly.

Nope, still the same.

Any other time, he would be celebrating the return of the mustached man, but he was in quite the worrying situation right now. He could make use of this, though.

[mumbo can you get some healing poitons please?]

[-1083, -3872]

Inhale.

[sure thing]

And exhale.

Help was coming, and it was someone they had missed very, very, much.

In the meantime, though, he had a head wound to bandage.

"Ugh, my wings," Grian muttered. His head was pounding something awful but he had to get up, get this branch off him…

He paused.

The weight he felt on him wasn’t the branch; it was a blanket. He gingerly felt around his throbbing head. It was bandaged. His arm and wings too, though the latter was done far more messy and crushed a few more of his feathers than he would've liked. Who had…?

The neat sorting system and redstone residue everywhere told him he was inside Mumbo's base. But it couldn't be Mumbo, because Mumbo wasn't her–

"Oh thank goodness, Grian! You're awake!" Scar appeared at the door, smiling his massive smile, crow's feet appearing in the outer corners of his eyes. He grabbed a cup of water from the bedside table and thrust it at Grian, spilling half of it over the blankets in the process.

They took a minute to stare at the mess.

"I never think I can get any clumsier, but I beat my own records every time I move," Scar moped.

Grian would be a lot more annoyed if he didn't look so genuinely upset, already grabbing a cloth to mop up the excess and moving to grab another blanket from the closet. While Scar was here, though, he might as well get his questions out of the way. "Did you help me? Also, did you move me to Mumbo's base?"

Scar blinked, pausing with the new blanket in hand. "Well, yes, but Mumbo also–"

Before he could finish his sentence, and before Grian could process the bombshell Scar just dropped on him, the door burst open and a familiar mustachio'ed face stared back at him.

"Uh… hi, Grian."

Silence.

"It sure is nice to see you after so long. It's been a while hasn't it? You know, I wasn't really planning on being gone for so long–"

Grian was almost in awe at how fast the man could ramble when stressed. "Hi Grian? Really? That's the first thing you say to me when I haven't seen your mustache in months?"

Mumbo blushed, sheepish, an embarrassed hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck. He opened his mouth, probably to try and mount a meager defence, but Grian ignored him and turned to Scar instead. “Thanks, Scar. I don’t know how I managed to get myself in such a messy situation.”

Scar moved to drag his old blanket from him and put the new one over top. Mumbo flinched when his battered body came into view, bandages around every part of him and tinged brown from dried blood. It seemed to spark something in Mumbo, though, as he quickly blathered about getting ‘supplies’ and ran off, back out the door he just came from.

“Well that was weird.”

“Grian, Mumbo was actually quite helpful in getting you back here and patching you up, so maybe you can cut him some slack? I’m sure he didn’t leave us for so long,” Scar said. Grian snapping at Mumbo wasn’t the most warranted, but he could understand. Missing someone for so long only to be greeted like nothing had changed was always going to be jarring, and Grian wasn’t the only one who wanted something more from their long-awaited reunion.

“I know, I know, I just thought his coming back would be a lot more fun, you know? Like, fireworks and a feast with the entire server, not him having to rescue me from a tree.” He groaned at the last word, only now having the time to feel embarrassed about the entire ordeal. “How did I lose to a tree!?”

Scar laughed at his flush and quickly pecked him on the cheek, his relief from before morphing into affection. His grin grew wider when Grian blushed even harder, throwing his hands up over his face before quickly remembering why sudden movements were not in his repertoire right now.

His yelp of pain brought a worried furrow to Scar’s eyebrows. He gently took Grian’s injured arm and inspected the bandages, which were already starting to come off. Unwinding them made him flinch at the medley of bruises hidden just underneath, most of which were turning nasty purples. The cuts and scrapes were cleaned out, but the dressings kept them wet and disgusting to look at.

Grian was still as Scar wiped away the old disinfectant and applied a new layer, the foul scent making his sensitive avian nose want to wither and die. The re-done bandages looked worse than they started, though, wound too tight in some places and not tight enough in others. Scar sat back, gazing at his handiwork, and sighed. “Mumbo did your bandages the first time ‘round.”

“I could tell,” Grian laughed. Mumbo, despite his overall clumsiness, was always good with his hands – in more ways than one, his dirty mind finished for him – because of how often he worked with intricate redstone. “Did he also do my wings?”

“Yeah, he did. Were they good?”

Grian hummed, unsure how honest he wanted to be, given how earnestly both men were taking care of him. Well, one of them was his boyfriend, but still. Not to mention, if he wanted to rib on Mumbo, he wanted to do it when the man was here.

A crash and a curse sounded from downstairs.

Ah, there’s the man. Scar startled out of his seat, almost knocking Grian on the wing in the process. He stammered an apology and bowed out of the room in much the same way Mumbo did just a while before, calling out to the accident-prone man with a, “I’m coming!”

Several more crashes, screams, and a cat’s yowl that sounded like it was ripped straight from a sit-com later, Scar and Mumbo staggered back up with a handful of healing and regeneration potions, completely covered in far more gold dust than should have been possible given how long they’ve been gone.

“How do you guys do this to yourselves every time?”

Scar glared at him playfully while Mumbo clutched the potions protectively to his chest. “The glistening melons were fighting me,” he defended himself. His arms twitched as if he was about to let go of the potions, and Grian was struck with the thought that Mumbo wasn’t being protective of the potions more so than simply not wanting to accidentally let go of them. “It’s not my fault that the chests you use to submerge the slices in gold dust are so easily knocked over.”

His prominent glare at a certain elf made it clear exactly what happened downstairs.

Quick, snorting giggles escaped him before he could control himself. Mumbo’s gaze softened and Scar simply went over to kiss him again. Mumbo tightened his hold on the potions again, but Grian was too busy being peppered with kisses all over his face to care particularly much.

Once he was done indulging, Scar popped open one of the many bottles and gestured for him to drink it, and then another one after that. The healing potions immediately went to work on the deepest parts of his injuries; a fracture in his arm that none of them caught immediately started to right itself, a deep pain finally clearing up, and his bruises immediately started to lighten. His tenderised wing bones needed the magic of the regen potions, though, and he was about to throw up with how much liquid the two fretting men forced into him. He groaned, his sensitive wings finally reforming themselves. Not all of it was done properly, and some wing bones still needed to be popped back into place, not to mention the amount of preening he had to do.

He motioned for someone to take his bandages off. Mumbo immediately went to work on his arms and body while Scar worked on his wings. He grimaced as a good few of his feathers were ripped out in the process, stuck to the dried blood. Scar immediately ran a soothing hand over the tender spots, gently rubbing the pain out.

“That’s so much better,” he sighed. Pops sounded out as he finally rolled his shoulders back properly after being stuck in bed for…

“How long was I out for?”

“I think we carried you back here around three hours ago,” Mumbo said. Grian blinked. He was out for that long? Man, he knew he lost to a tree, but he didn’t think he lost that hard. Treesia 2.0 was out for blood, and she wasn’t even built yet.

“Mumbo, you’ve shapeshifted into a bird before, right? You know how to preen wings?”

Mumbo nodded. He never stayed in those forms for long, preferring his human form for redstone, but the bird form was convenient when he loses his elytra and had to get somewhere quick.

“Can you help me with them, then? Even with Scar helping, it’ll take absolutely ages to get these boys back in working order,” Grian said. He flapped them lightly for emphasis.

“Of course, of course,” Mumbo said, but he added hesitatingly, “But aren’t those… sensitive? I thought that was for…”

“Friends can preen each other as much as partners can.” This time, Grian didn’t miss Mumbo’s miniscule flinch. Oh?

None of them said anything more as Grian shuffled backwards on the bed, making room for the two to crawl in beside him. They went to work on his wings, combing them back into their places and removing any remnants of broken blood feathers they could find. Grian popped any dislocated bones back into place, cringing slightly each time at the rush of pain.

That wasn’t the only feeling he was getting, though.

Bird wings were sensitive, and many spots actually felt quite nice when touched. He chirped when Scar thumbed over one of his primary feathers and sighed when Mumbo pressed gently against his wingpit, trying to get a particularly stubborn feather out. Mumbo’s face flushed more and more as the preening session went on. The noises Grian was making were doing something to him, but he couldn’t help but feel terrible. Scar was literally right there, and here he was, blushing at every little noise.

“You could always join us, if you wanted,” Scar said.

Mumbo yelped a little at that, only barely managing not to jump in surprise. “Huh? Join what? I’m perfectly fine, what are you talking about?”

“We’ve discussed it before, you know,” Grian chimed in. “Even before today, we always thought that… well, we wanted to date you too.” He hesitated when Mumbo took a second too long to reply. “Unless… we assumed wrong?”

“No!” Mumbo cringed at himself. That was almost a shout. “No, you assumed right, of course, I just—”

“Can I kiss you?” Grian blurted out. Mumbo’s frantic rambling increased to a frenetic rate, words spilling out of his mouth like a waterfall. Grian smirked. “Well, you made me feel mighty good right now. Might as well complete it, right?”

Mumbo froze, face immediately flushed tomato red. Grian reached out to poke him, but only got a small “Meep!” in return.

Scar laughed. “Gri, I think you broke him.” He reached out to poke him as well, hard enough to make him sway in place.

“Not my fault he’s so easily breakable,” he pouted.

“Grian, you lost to a tree.”

“Shut up!”

And he did, with a deep kiss. That got a reaction out of the dying mustached man. Mumbo swallowed so hard Grian could hear it over the pounding in his ears, and he broke from Scar, leaning over with his intent clear in his eyes. Mumbo nodded imperceptibly, eyes still darting between their lips, and anything he was about to say was swallowed up by Grian’s kiss.

Scar was complaining in the background. He said he wanted to kiss Mumbo first, why didn’t Grian ever listen to him, and Grian broke away to yell at him for that — Grian was not the one who never listened to his partner! — so Scar swept in and kissed Mumbo gently on the cheek.

The sounds of Mumbo combusting have never been so satisfying.

“You know what? This was a pretty good reunion.”

#mumscarian #scarian #grumbo #mumscar #mcyt #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #grian #mumbo jumbo #hermitcraft #christmas gift exchange #sorry this is late my dumbass queued it and it got eaten #my fanfic #mine

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tiny-minecraft-rabbit · 1 year

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fanfic prompt: rancher duo at a new year’s eve party? you can choose if it’s romantic or not. good luck with your resolution!!!

Thank you! I immediately got sick but you're also the only one to send a prompt so here you go. Sorry if it's cringe lol

CW: alcoholic drinks, romantic shipping

Summary: Jimmy is the only sober person at the New Years Eve Party and it's not too fun without his Rancher.

Jimmy pulled at the end of his tie, frowning at the crowd of people. Everyone Grian knew and their soulmate was here, and despite the avian living in what could be loosely called a castle, it was packed wall to wall and louder than an enderman farm.

He could just see Tango across the room, gesturing widely with a drink in his hand that was half empty now and not because his soulmate had sipped any of it. His smile was the only reason Jimmy had tolerated the last hour of this party.

The first hour (hour and a half if he was being generous) was actually fun, but being PG meant you didn't drink and apparently none of the others cared about their content ratings.. not that it actually mattered here, during a party with no cameras or watchers or viewers or whatever turned on then, but saying he was keeping his PG rating was apparently reason enough to make people laugh and stop offering him drinks. So, long story short, he was sober in a sea of tipsy and drunk players and the near incomprehensible conversations had gotten tiring after a while.

He just had to wait till the clock struck 12 and they'd be out of here. Just another few minutes and the fireworks will go off.

He should make his way to Tango, the two of them should be together when the clock strikes. However that meant getting through the crowd, and that felt like a monumentous task at the moment.

The front door was to his left. He didn't want to just leave but standing at the edge of the crowd in the warm, liquor smelling home wasn't any more appealing. Hearing some fight break out was the last straw however. It was a drunken shouting match between what looked to be Cleo and Martyn with Scott holding her shoulder tightly, a feeble attempt to keep Martyn from getting his nose broken.

Jimmy was sure it would dissolve in a minute, and Grian was already making his way over to them to keep his party from becoming a full on brawl; so, with one last ruffle of his wings, he headed out the door.

The air outside was bristly, wind blowing through his hair and feathers and biting at his skin, sending a chill down his spine. With just a few steps from the door the grass was crunching under his feet, dried in the December cold.

Once the sound of music and shouts and laughter had died down he let himself drop to the ground, looking up at the galaxies above him. He didn't bother trying to count the stars, he wasn't so bored to start an impossible task, but he did lift a lazy finger to draw loose shapes between clusters.

He didn't turn his head as a pair of steps started from the door and crunched through the same grass he had; simply resigning himself to having to talk with someone that was probably too intoxicated to remember where they were let alone this conversation in the morning.

That is until two bright red eyes peered down at him, "Hey there Rancher Bud, thought I saw you sneaking out. Not enjoying the party?" His soulmate smiled, amusement in his voice.

He couldn't help but smile back, reaching up to touch his Rancher's face but coming up short. "Not really. Didn't want to spoil your fun though," he answered, "Everyone's drank a bit much for my liking."

"Ah, I see," Tango nodded sagely and sat down by his head. Jimmy dropped his arms back across his chest as Tango placed his hands on Jimmy's cheeks. "Don't think I've ever met a cowboy who didn't like a good whiskey."

Jimmy pouted, "Well this cowboy is fine staying sober, thank you very much."

"Alrighty," Tango replied, rubbing circles with his thumbs and warming Jimmy's cheeks, "I've had.. mmmmm, maybe three drinks? Two and a half? You okay to kiss this cowboy with his whiskey lips when the fireworks go off?"

Jimmy snorted, "Whiskey lips?"

Tango shrugged, "Something like that."

"I don't know," Jimmy hummed, "Sounds like a terrible idea, kissing you."

It was Tango's turn to pout, "But- But you're my soulmate, my rancher buddy, we gotta kiss at midnight, it's, like, law or something."

"Well, if it's law I suppose I got to, don't I?" Jimmy mused.

Tango nodded his head furiously, "Uh-huh, sure is. So we're gonna smooch right? I can- maybe I can see if someone's got a mint?"

"It's alright, you'll get lost if you go back in there." He placed his hands over Tango's, closing his eyes for a second, "I don't mind it that much, just as long as we can talk to each other still and you're not going to start calling me names."

"I'm not gonna call you names, Jim," Tango answered, "You're my Rancher, no one's gonna call you any more names while I'm around."

"You're a sap," Jimmy giggled.

Something squealed in the distance, making both them pause with confusion before a blast went off in the sky. Red sparkling the sky for a few seconds before being joined by blue then yellow then red and blue again, and so on, each coming with a bang and sizzle. The fireworks. It was midnight.

Tango laughed above him before leaning forward, "Happy new year, Rancher Buddy."

"Happy new year, Rancher Bud," Jimmy repeated, propping himself on his elbows.

The kiss was awkward, they hadn't bothered turning their heads and their chins bumped their noses and Jimmy's nose wrinkled at the bitter taste of Tango's mouth. They pulled away, laughing at the ridiculousness of it before Jimmy properly sat up, "Again?"

"One more time," Tango chuckled.

They closed the gap properly, it was a little less awkward, but their noses bumped and Jimmy was still grossed out by the taste. They laughed again as they pulled apart.

"This is dumb," Tango said, placing a hand on Jimmy's leg.

"We're kind of idiots, aren't we?" Jimmy giggled.

"Just a little," Tango agreed.

The third kiss wasn't perfect, but it was definitely close enough for them.

#hermitshipping #empires shipping #team rancher #i know shipping doesn't go in main tags but i don't know which tags to use #jimmy x tango #rabbit writes

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lady-astras · 3 months

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Obedience (Febuwhump Day 4)

This thing couldn’t go in alphabetical order or something like that?

Alphabetical order by last name would be good too. Then he wouldn’t be at the beginning or the end. Right in the middle. Woohoo! Grian knew his alphabet. Jazz hands.

He gulped at the heavy iron door, wondering what horrors he might face.

To recount, Gem now had severe trust issues, Etho was still recovering from the dark, and Tango was some form of emotionally scarred. What trauma would he be left with? Would they… would they take his wings? No, not again, he couldn’t lose them again-

They came back. He had them back. He wouldn’t lose them again if his life depended on it. A memory, sharp despite the fog of time, resurfaced, and he shook it away with the metallic sound of a door slamming open.

Eerie, he noted, walking in holding a torch, just the glowing embers remaining. There was some weird echoey black mist that enveloped him, suppressing what was left of the light. His torch fizzled out, leaving him with nothing but a charred driftwood twig.

Welcome.

That voice was in his head, repeat, he was imagining voices. But somehow, it was so familiar, too… put together to be his imagination.

”What are you - no, where are you?” He demanded, raising the stick as though it wouldn’t collapse into ashes as soon as he swung it.

We are everywhere and nowhere at once.

“Shut up. Oh, I know. You’re watchers.”

We do watch, yes. But we hold more power than those. Watchers? They are our minions.

“So… you’re gods.”

We do not use such simple terminology to define ourselves. We are everywhere, nowhere, in the very air you breathe, in the void that suffocates you.

“STOP IT!”

You defied us, little one. You weren’t supposed to leave the watchers guild.

“I was never one of them.”

You could have been. You rejected power as it was given to you in your hands. You could have joined the ranks as a watcher, but no.

“You lost me the day you told me I was no longer an avian. That I could no longer keep my identity.”

Identity? Who wouldn’t trade identity for power in a heartbeat? We all did it and look where we are, look where you are.

“Call me stupid then, but I wouldn’t. Only power-hungry freaks do that.”

You insult us? Very well. Influence or not, your wings belong to us.

There was a strange tug forward, and Grian fell forward onto his knees, compelled by some mysterious force. He tried to get back up, but this weird string-like feeling kept him down. It was horrible, but what could he do but listen? He closed his eyes, not that that helped because everything was pitch black anyway.

There was a loud metallic sound, familiar, as though a sword was being drawn from its sheath.

A swish through the air and a clean slice, so it took him a moment to register the weight change and most of all, the pain.

He gasped at first, then as the pain began to set in, let out an almost unearthly scream. No, no, no-

He’d promised not to lose them. Promised to himself and most of all his mother.

One of the only things he had left from her.

“Why,” he choked out, cursing the mysterious air around him.

What beautiful treasures. They will look nice wherever we keep them. Oh, how we were missing such colour in the divine realm.

And then the mist disappeared suddenly, along with the breath in his lungs. He gasped for air, something, anything, to distract from the pain in his back. It was such a clean slice, maybe once it healed he could go back to those old days of practising balance and wearing elytra to soothe the emotional pain. He could pretend that this year had been a fever dream.

He tried to wrap himself in his wings for comfort, only to remember that their feathery presence was gone. A new round of sobs wracked through him.

They would ask questions. His friends. They asked questions when he got the wings, admiring and proud ones. He couldn’t stand to see the dismay on their faces, something akin to bitterness, his own emotions reflected on their beautiful faces.

Everything hurt so bad. Flares of pain along his back, where the roots of his wings once were, everything felt like it was on fire. He was probably covered in his blood right now.

Then the unexpected happened - the door unlocked. Grian stared at it incredulously. Had it already been the standard twenty-four hours or was the room - or the gods, watchers, whatever - being nice to him? He wouldn’t put it past the mysterious forces to let him die, letting him respawn out of the room when his time was up.

Nah, just kidding, the door didn’t unlock. Grian just really wished it would so that he could get out of here and deal with the pain of losing his wings. Get some proper medical care or the like. Bitterness welled up with everything else. Why. Not a question, not to himself, but a command to those blasted beings who were too pompous to call themselves gods even. Ugh, everything hurt.

No one else so far had sustained such major physical injuries, Tango had almost died but due to the nature of his room, hadn’t.

The corners of his vision began to black out, weird lights flashing in his vision before causing more dark spots in his vision. Gosh, he was going to pass out, wasn’t he? Stay awake, stay awake, stay…

Why didn’t you just listen? The ethereal voice was back in his head, cutting through his hazy thoughts. Wild animals like you have to learn obedience in some way. You could have obeyed us and you wouldn’t be in this situation. There was an eerie silence. Ah well, there is no matter for us anyway - one loss is inconsequential in our world.

And that somehow hurt, knowing that he was nothing to the Divinity anyway.

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft fandom #grian #avian grian #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhumpday4 #tw dismemberment #cw gods #or something #whump #angst #hurt/no comfort #astra writes yo what?

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a-smol-storm-gt-blog · 2 years

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Winter chills

This story contains noms (safe/soft vore) if you do not like this please click away. There is also a hint towards hard vore none happens though. It was mid-winter, and the sound of snow crunching was the only noise Mumbo could hear. The redstoner was out to get totems with Grian. Speaking of Grian the avain was beside him. Something was different though, Mumbo was currently the small one. No he did not shrink, he was normal size, it was Grian that grew. Grian was what was known as a Watcher, Mumbo being one of the two that knew, the larger being one of the few that could shape shift. The builder had explained it once, something about how him actually being an avian set him apart from the other watchers. Mumbo kind of forgot, but didn’t want to bother with asking for the explanation again so he pretended like he remembered. Currently Grian was shifted into a dragon. It was still small, compared to the ender dragon they fought in the end, but it was by no means small. When the dragon had his head up he stood at least 4 mumbos tall. So yeah, the dragon was definitely large but still not that big. Grian was very fluffy, due to the winter weather or not Mumbo couldn’t tell. He also sprouted 5 pairs of wings. 3 smaller ones on his head that looked like the feathered wings all avian’s sprouted behind their ears. Two much larger pairs used for flight tucked up against Grian’s body helping to keep the heat in. Speaking of heat Mumbo could feel the cold starting to get to him. It was mostly just his toes because of all the snow they were walking through, but he should have brought some more layers. What was supposed to be a quick adventure out to grab totems ended up taking way too long. The redstoner was underprepared for the cold, but he hoped it wouldn't be much longer. He hadn’t realized he had stopped until he felt something brush his side. Looking over, Grian had stopped, the wing nearest the smaller folding back onto the dragon, his gaze on his smaller friend. “Sorry.” Mumbo said before continuing to walk. “Why are you apologizing?” The dragon asked, his voice slightly echoed. “I uh well, I was thinking and didn’t mean to stop.” Mumbo explained, turning his head from his large friend and back into the snow they were trekking through. “You didn’t need to apologize for that, I could wait if you want to stop.” Grian asked, he had his casual playful tone, but Mumbo knew the man was being serious. “No, no I don’t want to waste more of your time.” “How are you wasting my time?” The dragon asked, losing his cheerfulness a little, instead sounding worried. “I wanted to come with you Mumbo, you didn’t force me to do anything.” The redstoner hadn’t realized how cold he had gotten until he felt the warm breath of the dragon on his arm. It sent a small shiver down his body, but he tried to hide it from Grian. “I- Sorry.” Mumbo said, Grian let out a sigh, then started laughing a little at Mumbo. This made the redstoner turn to the dragon playfully shoving him. The dragon looked back at his smaller friend with a sarcastic shocked face. Grian then proceeded to lower himself into a pouncing position. Mumbo dashed, “wAIT GRIAN NO!!” He yelled trying to push faster through the one foot tall snow. He heard the crunch of the snow as the dragon launched himself. He didn’t land on Mumbo though, instead he landed a foot or so behind him splashing the redstoner with a bit of snow. “Heyyy!” Mumbo said, looking back at the once again laughing dragon. The smaller soon gave in himself chuckling, a smile grew on Grian’s face. So they both started walking, causing silence to start up again. This time Mumbo could feel a light shivering all over his body. Think of warm things, camp fires, the beach, hot coco. The redstoner didn’t even know if it helped, but it took his mind off his shivering. The idea of Boatem hosting a hot chocolate gathering did seem like a good idea. The heavy amounts of snow have been keeping the server apart for a couple weeks, but Mumbo was sure those who weren't sick would love to chat. Sure they had their communicators, but most of the hermits would rather talk face to face. Plus they should be getting a break from their work, for most the incoming snow had halted any progress. Boatem was mostly just cuddles, blankets and campfire stories at the moment. Most of the other settlements were not much different at the time. Big eyes was having sled dog races at the moment, and so they streamed live for all those who bet diamonds. The dogs got swapped between one another or were benched every other race to keep it fair. Mumbo didn’t do much with it, but Grian had won the few he’d entered. One thing that was nice about having a large body next to your own was that it acted as a windbreaker. At least while the wind was coming from the side Grian was on. Mumbo pulled his arms close to his body trying to ignore the slight exhaustion he was feeling. He could ask Grian for- no, no he didn’t need to bother his friend. Mumbo did turn his head back up towards the dragon though. The taller was doing fine, seemingly unbothered by the cold. Though at the same time what was about 1/4th of Mumbo’s leg was barely ankle deep snow for the giant. Grian must have realized Mumbo was staring. “Something up Mumbo?” He asked. The redstoner blinked a few times. “Not really no, just ready for the snow to be over already.” The dragon chuckled. “I get that, It’s so annoying to work in this. I have to shovel the city every time I want to start a new building.” “Have you ever thought about shifting to do it?” “Yeah, many times. I’m just scared because, well, this is this server.” Mumbo looked at the dragon confused. “What does that mean?” Mumbo asked, a little hurt and confused. “Well people don’t tend to knock before entering.” The dragon clarified before looking down at his smaller friend. “Oh, yeah fair enough.” The dragon seemed to stop, this confused the redstoner a little. “Grian?” Mumbo asked, barely hiding the shiver that wished to escape his throat. The dragon didn’t answer, instead he stared down at the smaller and started to walk around him. Once again the smaller called out to his larger friend. Grian stopped for a moment, eyes still directly on Mumbo until the dragon quickly lunged at the redstoner who barely had time to blink. Though instead of claws, warm fur and feathers surrounded the smaller. “G-Grian? B-buddy?” The dragon's head pulled back and blinked a few times. “I uh yeah?” He finally responded, Mumbo just stared in confusion though. Grian didn’t even open his mouth to speak, yet it came out clearly. “Well okay now two things: but first off can you please get off me? Second thing, how are you speaking to me right now?” “I uh well, it’s a Watcher thing, i’m speaking through your mind. As for letting you go, uh no not until you stop shivering at least.” Mumbo let out an upset huff. “I- you don’t need to coddle me like a baby.” “Yes I do.” Grian said, his head moving up above the redstoner who watched it nervously. “Because if you aren't going to tell me you’re cold yourself then I have to.” “But- I-I.” Mumbo let out a sigh, “I didn’t want to bother you.” Mumbo felt the dragon's muscles de-tense a little. “You wouldn’t bother me, why would you think that it would?” Grian asked, his voice soft and a little concerned. Mumbo looked away from the Watcher's eyes, pulling his arms around himself and shrinking up, ashamed. “I- I don’t know.” A saddened whine left the dragon's mouth behind him. Mumbo turned his head a little to look. Grian’s wing ears had fallen back against his head like a sad dog’s. The redstoner let out a small sigh using one of his arms he started to pet the nearest wing. This perked the dragon up more and he lowered his head gently pushing it against Mumbo’s chest. Grian let out a small purr making Mumbo vibrate along with the dragon’s body. It was relaxing, Mumbo could feel his body's tension leaving slowly. Warm air also hit against the mustached man's body. Mumbo looked down and caught Grian breathing out air onto his legs and chest, making a shiver shoot up the smaller’s spine. He would be lying if he said it didn’t feel good though. It was quiet for a while, Grian warming and calming the smaller down while Mumbo was giving him pets in return. Once Mumbo’s shivering was gone, the dragon slowly started to release his hold. The breathing stayed constant but now the Watcher wasn’t pressed up against the smaller, instead just acting as a windbreaker. “How are you feeling?” Mumbo heard Grian’s voice echo a little. “I feel a lot better now.” The smaller replied honestly, so the dragon's head lifted but as soon as he did the cold hit the redstoner. His body went back to shivering, and much more so than before. Near immediately after the warm breath returned, he could tell Grian was getting tired of it though. The dragon's head lowered closer to Mumbo, the redstoner didn’t think much of the action. The breathing got louder and Mumbo was unbothered until he saw the dragon's jaws over his head. “Grian?!” He questioningly yelled regretting as he looked up. He froze as he saw the giant throat approaching him, he could barely even open his mouth out of shock. Only when the dragon's jaws carefully clutched his lower chest did Mumbo snap back into reality. The redstoner automatically kicked at the Watcher’s snout and using his arms attempted to pry open the dragon’s jaws. Grian let out an upset snort before lifting his tongue, pressing Mumbo up against his hard palate, restricting the smaller’s movements. “Grian please don’t.” He called out, but it also got him thinking. Was this his plan all along? Was he just going to wait till Mumbo was injured and eat him? No why would- why would Grian do it though, they were friends. The feeling of sliding back shook Mumbo from his thoughts. Instinctually his arms shot up and pushed against the roof of Grian’s mouth. It shocked him as he saw the dragon’s jaws part, though it made some sense considering Grian wasn’t biting him. Wait- Grian didn’t bite- Mumbo slid back a little more and so he pushed harder. Grian was fighting back, but not very strongly. Mumbo could hear the harsh breathing coming from the dragon's throat and let out another kick. He could feel Grian’s jaws nearly snap against his legs. Thankfully the Watcher stopped himself before he dug his teeth into the smaller’s leg. Then Mumbo could feel the head tilt back straight up and down. The redstoner stuck his arms out trying to stop his descent as best as possible. “GRIAN!!!!” He screamed pleading, the dragon seemed to have heard him as he felt the Watchers head level again and his tongue fell back to the bottom of his mouth. Everything around the redstoner seemed too slow, and only now did he realize he had nearly stopped shivering. His legs were still cold, but Grian’s breath was helping. “Grian, buddy? C-can you spit me out, please?” It came out as more of a question but he heard the dragon answer. “N-noh sowwy.” Mumbo felt his heart speed up more. “B-but I- p-please.” He panicked as he pushed against the roof of Grian’s mouth. The dragon didn’t seem to stop him and so Mumbo got a gust of cold wind causing his body to shiver making his hold on the dragon’s mouth weaken. The wet muscle underneath him shot up and Grian’s head tilted back. The redstoner let out a shocked scream but was cut off by a strong swallow. Mumbo did his best to stop his descent but it was tight, and Grian’s throat was strong. Mumbo felt as the air flew out of his lungs in a painful cough. “Gri-.” He called out but his lungs hurt too much to actually scream. “P-please.” Grian swallowed again, Mumbo felt as his body pushed down farther. He could feel the dragon’s jaws close behind his feet, and the tongue lifted up. Licking them a little before another swallow and the sound of a heart beat became clearer as Mumbo shifted down. Once again the redstoner was stopped, something pressed against his legs gently rubbing them. This caused Mumbo to kick out at it, the pressure went away before there was another gulp. It was a tighter squeeze than normal but he fell into an open space taking in a deep breath of air. Another swallow freed the top half of Mumbo’s legs, this made the man let out a nervous squeak before trying to push against the fleshy walls that surrounded him. The redstoner was pushed back a little as another strong swallow pushed his legs into what Mumbo assumed to be Grian’s stomach. “NO NO NO NO!!!” Mumbo shouted, throwing his body at the walls. It had almost no effect, the dragon let out a small grunt and Mumbo just slid to the floor. Mumbo did it once again before something shoved back at him. “Cut that out.” Grian hissed, what Mumbo assumed to be the dragon’s hand rubbed against the sore spot on the wall. “Why should I? I’m not going to sit here and be your next meal.” Mumbo responded standing back up and preparing to smash against the wall again. “What makes you think I’m going to do that?” The Watcher huffed, Mumbo stumbled a little as he moved to stand up. “BECAUSE YOU ATE ME!!!!” Mumbo yelled angrily, Grian seemed to hold his breath, a hand gently pressing itself against the pulsing walls towards Mumbo who just crawled backwards to avoid being touched by it. “I-.” The dragon went silent for a little longer. “I- well I mean it depends on your definition of eating I guess.” “What do you mean by that?” Mumbo said, still very clearly angry and a little scared. Grian sighed, “I did, well, swallow, but you aren't in my stomach if that’s what you worried about.” Mumbo stopped and looked upwards. Well at least what he thought was up, it was a little dark and he had almost no sense of direction. “How- can I trust you about that?” The dragon stopped all movement, Mumbo could hear the quiet whimpers leaving the Watcher’s throat. This made the redstoner want to punch himself. It made a lot of sense now, why Grian wasn’t trying to bite him. Even then Mumbo would respawn and it wouldn't do anything for the dragon to eat him. “I- where am I?” “My uh, my brood pouch, or uh also kinda my crop, not sure what one makes you feel better.” The dragon sighed and Mumbo fell back against the wall. “I- uhg I’m sorry I don’t know why I did that, but after I had you in my mouth I couldn’t spit you back out. You could get sick or die of hypothermia I didn't- want to risk it- I’m sorry Mumbo.” Mumbo pressed a hand to the wall he laid against only then realizing the uh storage crop thing had a glow to it. “I- yeah thanks, I’d rather not die of hypothermia eather. Just a bit of a warning next time?” “I uh yeah- yeah I will if there is a next time, I don’t think either of us really want to do it again.” Mumbo just looked at the walls again, his mind swirling with thoughts. Grian didn’t like doing it which was a plus, but he still did it without warning. “How are we going to do the raid then?” Mumbo accidently said aloud but he felt the dragon perk up at that a little. “I uh, I could do it for us and save you some stuff, like in an ender chest or something?” Grian said, starting to move towards the outpost's location again. Mumbo couldn't hear the snow crunch, but he could feel the slight swing of the dragon's body as it walked forwards. “If you think you can handle it.” Mumbo said shuffling positions. “Well, hopefully the village is far enough away from everyone else that they shouldn't see a dragon and try to fight it.” Grian replied, Mumbo laughed at that. “The death message would be hard to explain.” Mumbo said, agreeing. It was silent, Grian had gotten much farther than if Mumbo was still walking with him. Mumbo was thankful for that, but still had his doubts. He trusted Grian, he really did but there were those few thoughts asking if Grian really could be trusted. The redstoner grabbed his hair in his hands trying to shake away his thoughts and just pressed himself against farther back into the wall. Something pushed back at him gently making Mumbobo freak out a little. He kicked, he didn’t mean to, but Grian let out a pained gasp and panted for a few seconds. “M-mumbo?” Grian asked concerned, said redstoner blinked a few times in response before almost smacking himself in the face. “I- sorry, crap I-” Mumbo sat back down away from the wall this time before continuing. “I’m so sorry I panicked and-.” He stopped trying to catch his breath. “No- it’s fine you okay? Mumbo hesitated for a second. “Y-yeah.” He responded quietly and the dragon let out a hum so the redstoner knew he was heard. “May I ask what spooked you?” Mumbo hesitated, but he did answer. “I felt the walls pressing on me a little too much. I got scared it was uh something else.” The smaller could feel Grian’s breath stop a little. “S-sorry I think that was me, I thought you were pressing your hand to reach out to me so I poked you back.” Mumbo flinched when hearing that but calmed down immediately. “I guess I deserved that kick though, and well everything else.” “What no- well kind of but still.” “No buts.” Grian cut Mumbo off. “I should have explained it better or just given you a ride. It was dumb of me to do what I did.” The redstoner sighed he agreed with what Grian said, but he wouldn't admit it, well at least aloud. By now Mumbo started to feel a little sick. It wasn’t stress or fear, well at least he didn’t think so. His mind was still wrapped around where he was. His thoughts were once again interrupted by a hiss. Not much later Mumbo heard a sickening crunch, causing him to nearly lose his lunch. The redsonter’s breathing sped up and he pushed himself farther back into the fleshy walls. Not long later Grian lifted off the ground. The sound of wingbeats was faint, but loud enough for Mumbo to hear. And for a while it was that, and Mumbo layed there. “You, okay?” Grian asked, slow and concerned. Mumbo then only realized how much he was pushing in against the wall, and pulled himself back off it. “Yeah, sorry.” The redstoner could hear the dragon's lips open and close wanting to say more but he went quiet. It was most likely Grian could tell that no he wasn’t but didn’t want to push it. So the silence continued, the wingbeats and pulsing of the walls started to make Mumbo a little tired. He realized he could hear the dragon's heartbeat a little if he listened for it. Mumbo couldn’t help as his eyes tugged closed so he blinked a few times before letting out a quiet yawn. “G-Grian?” He called out, a little nervous that the dragon would maybe be mad at him. “Yeah?” He answered back quieter than before.

“I-I’m getting tired. Is it okay if I take a nap?” “Yeah, I’ll try and be quiet.” Mumbo could feel something gently poke him before rushing away. He guessed it was the dragon's hand checking in on him. Most likely he remembered how much the redstoner hated it. So Mumbo moved to lay down his back pressed up against the wall as it, well, felt him was the best way to put it. He could feel his eyelids shut and he was out. Mumbo didn’t know how long he was out but he woke up from something hitting him in the foot. It felt heavy and so he shuffled looking he could see the outlines of a totem resting in the sto- brooding pouch near his legs. Mumbo could hear another gulp and a second one came down making a loudish clank causing the dragon’s walls to stop nearly all movement. “H-hey Grian.” Mumbo said, yawning. “Hey.” The dragon answered back, sounding a little upset with himself. “Did you beat it yet?” Mumbo asked, stretching. “No, but I think I might be close.” The dragon answered, biting back a purr that threatened to escape his throat. The distant sounds of a horn blaring caught the redstoners’s attention, and the Watcher responded, his body echoed as a defensive hiss left his lips. Mumbo looked up towards Grian’s gullet as it sounded, he’s never really heard many sounds like roaring or things from his friend before. Next thing Mumbo knew some muffled screams came from around him as Grian, well, killed them. The redstoner didn’t want to guess how exactly. Still the idea of fried bodies crawled into his head, and it made him curl in on himself. The death seemed to end and Grian let out a happy rumble. “Okay Mumbo it’s over, do you want to get let out? Or if you're still tired, I can wait.” The redstoner was stuck. He did want to go out, but his tiredness also fought against the idea. “I’m okay for now uh, I’ll t-tell you when I’m up?” He said, not thinking too much about it. “Alright.” Grian said and the dragon seemed to have lifted off again. Mumbo not much longer later felt the grip of sleep pull his eyes closed.

#soft vore #safe vore #protective vore #extreme cuddling #hermitvore #mcyt vore #mcyt g/t #Storm stories #hard vore mentions #hardvore mention

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dying-acc-idk-man · 2 years

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Well now that I have an okay to share my brainworms!! [Tbh they're less theories and more like headcanons at this point but if you're willin' to read 'em]

I haven't gotten all of the watcher/listener lore down [I still need catch up more on the Evo context] but atm I like the concept of him being turned into a watcher/listener except his being turned into a watcher/listener was moreso a means of holding power over his head and to have more range of control over bullying the man with his own death as per his typical recklessness, clumsiness, and overall habit of dying fast. He has always been their canary to sing in their coalmines till the fumes silence him, however proper canary features didn't develop [I like to think of a contrast between he and Grian being that Grian was originally a watcher so his appearance is more properly avian meanwhile Jimmy only gets /clipped or mostly flightless/ wings and extra feathers-- like the difference between an elytrian flight and avian slow falling in the origins mod, a born avian vs a made avian] until when he went red in 3rd life since that was basically when the canary curse of the life series became locked in [He can control whether or not he has those features in other servers, but in the life series or general hardcore servers he can't put them away] His being a turned watcher/listener is what makes his death consequential beyond being the first to die: all the worst chaos beginning directly after his death directly ties into abilities he can't tap into himself as per the other watchers/listeners blocking him from the very power they gave him to turn him into a watcher/listener. I also like watcher/listener Jimmy because then he can go god competent op mode and honestly Jimmy deserves to go god competent op mode and like paired with my hc of him not even being fully aware of his powers or the extent of them, it creates these accidental god mode moments like say if he saw someone falling from to their death he'd just like go Oh Shit I Need To Do Something and then he Does by going god mode and swooping in with massive ass pheonix-esque wings and like once they're both safely on the ground it all dissapears and he was so caught up in the moment he didn't even realize and he was like "Damn how lucky!! I must've broke our fall!!" MEANWHILE THE PERSON THAT JUST WITNESSED GODMODE WATCHER JIMMY JUST IS IN UTTER DISBELIEF THAT HE DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE??? THAT HE DID THAT???? Even better, he finds out about his god mode appearance and abilities But He Still Can't Activate It Himself so when something like that situation happens again and someone says something he just goes "hAaah yeah, that just like,,, happens sometimes,,, I don't control it ^v^;;" hrhrhrhrhrjfurj ALSO imagining watchers having like this uniform that includes a boob window for like a chest eye rather than boobs and yes that is an excuse for me to draw Watcher!OP!God Mode!Jimmy in a fancy cloak and gown with a boob window and I will stand by Jimmy boob propaganda till the day I die

But yesyes, these are my brainworms, thank ye for takin' 'em [I may or may not come back with more stuff like this purely because I have too many thoughts in my brain and little to no outlet so it helps to scream it into a void where it may or may not get acknowledged] -- Think of me like a messenger pigeon but instead of bringing messages I just carry brainrot to anyone that is willing to listen :> and may you find an interesting rock sometime soon •🕊

i missed when tumblr asks had a limit i woke up to this long thing

i mean its not bad but jeez louis this was so much to read for me aachhchfjx

but your idea is vvery interesting, but it seems i will be having my own interp then since im not that into your idea (well to say, im not into working with the same idea) but yours is rly good! i liked that a lot

#long post #sorry if i sound neg its 9 am rn KSKXKXKX

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atherix · 2 years

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Cracked open a word doc for this because this one is gonna be long, settle in. It might be screaming. It’s probably mostly gonna be screaming. Frankly. God. I read this for the first time at 6 am.

GOD THE CALM AFTER THE STORM THE WAY THIS STORY STARTS MAKES ME INSANE GOD THE PARALLELS??????? THE FACT THAT RIGHT FROM THE START I JUST WANTED TO SCREAM BECAUSE SCAR’S HAIR HAD LEAVES AND STICKS AND BLOOD IN IT? AHHH I do love that it took the three of them to be this beat up to actually lay it all out on the table to be honest. It’s very fitting. I do also love how they only talked about what they were supposed to talk about for like 5 minutes before completely derailing to emotionally devastate themselves and each other

Related but the fact that they never come back to grian going up against blondie on his own is so funny the man avoided so hard that he would rather tell them he killed three gods. Mood, Grian.

‘I don’t want people dying because of me’ HIT ME LIKE A SACK OF BRICKS, FYI. SCAR. SCAR. I AM HOLDING HIM BY HIS WET AND PATHETIC FACE. GOD AND IT ONLY GOT WORSE AS HE TALKED ABOUT HIS DAD, AND JUST. AHHHH.

Now. We are going to deal with the fact that Grian can SPEAK ANCIENT bc of the WATCHER BIBLE because its making me insane. He’s got two supernatural boyfriends who speak their language [and I think the fae had their own?] AND Natural and Grian just. Casually. Bc of this holy tome. Knows Ancient and didn’t even realize it was disconnected from Avian bc of the midnight alley. I’m. I am shaking him.

WE’RE ALSO GOING TO TALK ABOUT THE CHANGELING THING. ‘Don’t worry about it’ SCAR I AM GOING TO. Especially w my secret friend knowledge slkdfhs GOD. I AM WORRIED

And then the whole magic flux thing and scar’s dad dying and SCAR WATCHING HIS DAD DIE AUGH. The fact that this whole time everyone’s been saying watching a sorcerer go out isn’t pretty and somehow I didn’t properly connect the dots until the lead up to the talking about it my LITTLE HEART AH. This scene genuinely made me cry while I was reading it.

AND THEY’RE ALL HOLDING ONTO EACH OTHER YOUR HONOR GOD. THIS IS WHAT THEY DESERVE FINALLY. I AM CAPTURING THIS MOMENT IN A BOTTLE AND NEVER LETTING IT GO. MY HANDS ARE CUPPED AROUND IT SO I CAN PEEK IN AT IT AND GIGGLE AND SQUEE SOME MORE. GRIAN IS USING HIS WING AS A BLANKET. A SHIELD. A GROUNDING MECHANISM. AHHH

I love that with Scar the story always come back to not being able to make decisions for other people. It’s a cycle – Scar tries to let go of that part of himself, something happens that puts someone in danger, he clams back up but he clams up too tight and gets himself on the path to hurting himself, someone puts him on the right path – ad infimum until the cycle breaks. God. Parallels between that and Mumbo’s ‘Putting myself back out there to try and do some good – Oh god Ive fucked up and everything is bad – I need to hole myself away for decades and hide from my mistakes – the coast is clear and this time I’ll do it right’. Mwah.

Also the Dad stuff going on here. How Scar and Mumbo get either other on a deeper level because they are/were parents. They can put themselves in each others shoes in a way grian can’t [yet]. But also Grian fucking chirping and making bird noises is. So.

‘I was useless as a natural and Im useless now” right okay that’s why Scar has what I believe to be a good handful of history books ABOUT YOU AND HOW USEFUL YOU WERE EVERY STEP OF THE WAY IN YOUR LIFE okay jumbo. But god also the fact that the thing he talked about was all his friends dying in the revoltion and not his wife getting slaughtered means that is probably still locked away so tight in his lil noggin oh boy. That’s gonna rear its head hard and fast one day if I know anything about you. But also ‘a memory only he can pass on’ H I T me. Like a moving car.

And then all his kids dying lsdakg this poor dude. He just wanted a kid. [its fine hes got tubbo now] and then Anna dlgkfh lord. Mumbooooooooooo

I did notice he didn’t actually talk about Anna he just got in his head and G O D that is gonna come back to bite all of them in the ass at some point huh. Isnt it.

‘four and a half centuries is plenty of time’ NO????? FOUR AND HALF CENTURIES IS PLENTY OF TIME TO HAVE MORE TRAGEDY, SURE. SURE. RECOVERY? NO.

Also his name being Alexandre Moore is so cute and fitting for c!Mumbo wow. Mwah. AND I WANT HIM TO START INVENTING AGAIN PLEASE THE REDSTONE CONSTANTLY BUZZING IN MY HEAD BEGS FOR IT LDKSGHSD

Also grians nestmates are fucking dead aren’t they. They’re like absolutely fucking deceased in that cave huh. Bottom of the cavern, never came out? Dead. Dead dead.

But the fact that Grian talks about being chosen but he was just like a servant l;dsaghklllkdf a servant to the watchers is my guess that fucks me up so bad like he thought his life was so elevated and im never ognna forget when him and scar were talking and scar realized grian was definitely not a noble im.

And the WAY grian talks himself in circles and into corners like Scar and Mumbo’s shit is clearly emotionally devastating but they’ve clearly at least processed it somewhat but we KNOW bc we’re often is grian’s pov that he avoids even thinking about midnight alley for himself so he probably hasn’t processed anything properly and ahhhhh just the way he talks about midnight alley is so different from how scar talked about his dad or mumbo talked about his friends and family. Part of that is character difference sure but. But part of that is definitely that grian hasn’t actually processed anything isn’t it. Oh god going to the alley again is going to fuck the three of them up like crazy isn’t it.

AND THEN THE WHOLE DREAM THING ON TOP OF THAT TOO I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THAT GRIAN WAS ACTUALLY UNWORTHY BECAUSE IF HE WAS THEN WHY THE HELL IS HE HAVING PROPHETIC DREAMS!!! Heres a theory I just pulled out of my ass – Grian was already a watcher, he didn’t absorb a watcher soul when he killed three of them because he was already a godling. Something about the fact that he’s held onto the god soul for 2 years with basically no side effects. Somethings not adding up here. His body should be having to fight it based on how Scar is talking about it – ATHERIX I AM SHAKING YOU

GOD AND THE FACT THAT GRIAN IS THINKING OF WHEN SCAR GOT SHOT WITH WITHER BECAUSE HE KNOWS WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE WHEN SOMEONE WITHERS AND THEN ALSO THE FACT THAT HE’S THINKING ABOUT IT NOW AND THERES GOTTA BE SOME PART OF HIM PARANOID BLONDIE IS GOING TO COME BACK FOR THEM

And then the fact that Mumbo and Scar and Fate and Tying Grian back to everything good that’s happened and the way it grounds him I am shaking the bars of my enclosure like a New York sewer rat.

And the fact that theyre all sitting there realizing that Grian is now basically a ticking time bomb the same way scar is. That Mumbo is realizing sitting there that his mates, the two people he loves as deeply as he loved Anna, are ticking time bombs. That Scar who just confessed he doesn’t want people to die because of him, is now looking at his boyfriend like hes a ticking time bomb. DESPITE ALL MY RAGE I AM STILL JUST A RAT IN A CAGE. AND GRIAN DOESN’T EVEN REALLY PROCESS IT EITHER DOES HE he just files it away in his ‘Traumatic Junk’ FOLDER.

AND THEN THEY’RE GOING TO GO TO MIDNIGHT ALLEY AND GOD I CAN ALREADY FEEL THAT THIS IS GOING TO BE A DISASTER IN THE HIGHEST REGARD AND I AM SO READY.

BUT then they go to bed and mumbo has to go to bed with thew knowledge that both his mates are ticking time bombs and he doesn’t know how to stop it. I AM SHAKING YOU SO HARSHLY.

See me cracking my fingers bc I need to go to bed but I'm stubborn-

YEAH MY MANS WAS MESSED UP HJFSKJS. I mean what's a little emotional instability without Near Death Experiences to highlight what's at stake here hjgfkfd Ah yes, avoidance. They're all very good at that. Nothing like a good Emotional Talk to distract from the fact that they'd all rather let themselves die than Inconvenience Each Other or Put Each Other In Danger hjkgfdkjfd

Look, man swerved so hard they ended up on a completely different plane. What's a little battle against Blondie when you find out you're dating a literal god-

YEAH. YEAH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD IT WAS TO RESIST TALKING ABOUT THAT BACKSTORY I AM HFSKJKJS I WANNA HUG HIM. And today you learned something that makes this even worse heheh-

Yis, the Fae have their own language yis <3 Haha Midnight Alley speaks Avian and reads/writes Ancient. Honestly it's a miracle Grian even knows Natural. Wonder if he had to crash-course learn it in his first year out of the Alley because I highly doubt they taught it there :) hehe-

LMAAOOOO you have every right to be worried. Scar has too much faith honestly <3

This is even funnier considering I PROBABLY GAVE YOU MORE HINTS TO IT THAN ANYONE ELSE LMAAOOOO JKFSKJS good good, I was going for emotional devastation. Max angst and trauma for the little Elf man AND the readers-

YES OMG I LOVE WINGED CHARACTERS USING THEIR WINGS AS SHIELDS/BLANKETS I AM KJKFSKS I LOVE IT SO MUCH <3 They will have more days like this HOPEFULLY HAPPIER ONES JHFSJKDS-

You get it <3 I love parallels and bookends and themes. Vicious cycles that need to be broken and lessons that need to be learned and just jhfdjksk it's something I wanted to explore from the start with this story. It's all about the regrets and the fears. Mumbo learning to accept he's a Vampire and taking his place in Vampire society, Scar learning to accept that he deserves to be happy, too, and he can't make the decision for other people...... also has anyone noticed the irony in Scar? He rejects a lot of his Fae instincts and attributes because Fae magic is naturally manipulative and he doesn't want to control people, but then he tries to manipulate them anyway. Has- has anyone noticed this? I'm-

LOOK. I love that Scar and Mumbo have that Dad to Dad communication and understanding <3 And you just KNOW if Mumbo had found out about Tubbo earlier things would have been so Different jhfskj I love it. ALSO GRIAN deserves to make bird sounds sorry not sorry <3

Hahaha he sure skipped over that part :) You know. Blondie looks a LOT like her sister. I'm sure that :) won't come back to bite :) The fact that he instantly stumbled when talking about Anna dying :) The fact he froze up when Blondie got Grian :):) hehe. LOOK. LOOK. Something that KILLS me about history is that there are SO MANY LITTLE THINGS we will never know, because they weren't "important" enough to record and only the people who were there could ever pass it down. It destroys me on a deep emotional level so I knew I had to include that line somehow-

Pretty weird how all three children died huh- cough cough anyway he will acquire children one day <3 Which sounds. Vaguely threatening but I swear it's wholesome, he becomes Dad again <3 Though the moment Tubbo realizes Mumbo has elevated to Other Father is hilariously tragic but. But. You know all about that-

Heheh :) Maybe :)

YEAH BUT ALSO THE FACT HE BOTTLED IT ALL UP AND TRIED NOT TO THINK ABOUT IT AND TOLD NO ONE HJKJKHSKJS-

The name popped into my head and I was immediately like "Yep that's it <3" HE WILL START INVENTING AGAIN I PROMISE. HE WILL REAWAKEN THE PASSION <3

:) Hahaha guess you'll have to wait for Midnight Alley to find out huh :)

Grian's life view was greatly skewed growing up, he was too young to really understand what was happening and by the time he was old enough it was just Normal to him and he felt like he owed them so much... hjfkjskd sometimes I think about that scene from Scar's perspective tbh, just listening to Grian talk about his life inside the Midnight Palace and unconsciously comparing it to your own and realizing This Is Not The Same and just jkfgdkjdk-

YEAH. They may not have recovered but they've at least processed. Grian has been avoiding this for- gee, I think in-story it's been almost 4 years now?? I know my timeline is vague as SHIT but Midnight Misunderstandings didn't happen until nearly a year after Grian met Scar, so this conversation comes roughly 4 years after Grian left Midnight Alley. That's 4 years he's been avoiding even thinking about this shit. (quick timeline note- Tubbo turned 18 shortly after Scar met Grian; this is when Scar told Grian he has an apprentice now. Tubbo is 19 during Midnight Visit, and now Tubbo's 20th birthday is approaching- so it's been roughly 2 years since Grian met Scar and Mumbo hjkfdkj.) Hahaha going to the Alley is. Going to uh. Be. Um. Yeah :) That is going to be Fun and I am CHOMPING to start writing it-

Haha I told you on Discord but you're paaaartially correct here, not 100% but definitely onto something :) But you know. It's interesting :) Isn't it :) that all of this stuff with the Watchers is happening now :) After Grian has Mumbo and Scar and the Coven... :) You know. Like he. Uh. Like he's fulfilled part of the Tenets to be a Watcher. :)

Grian will Always be on the lookout for Blondie now. Soft moments? He's glancing around. No more walks in the woods at 2 AM, no more dancing in the clearing, none of that. He is. Definitely worried. :)

KFSKLFJKS yesssss. Grian came into their lives and broke down Scar's walls at exactly the right moment and just. So much would be different if Grian wasn't there and if that's not Fate then idk what is hjfgdkkd-

Grian is very good at compartmentalizing. Unfortunately he's NOT good at the "get back to it later" part. This bird man. I swear- BUT YEAH HHHJSHJ Mumbo already having to deal with and accept that Scar is basically one magic overload from his deathbed finding out Grian is one step from either Death or Immortality and just hjfdhjsjks it's scary fhjdskfds SHAKE THE BARS ON YOUR RAT CAGE HEHEH-

I WANT YOU TO KNOW. THAT I HAVE BEEN EAGERLY AWAITING MIDNIGHT ALLEY FOR NEARLY TWENTY PARTS NOW.

Hehehehehe I hope they sleep well :) I'm sure there won't be any nightmares after this :) I'm sure Mumbo will sleep just fine even knowing that both his mates could literally die any minute-

#ask #Midnight Series #Hermitshipping #Mumscarian

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yacinthemorning · 10 months

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Mother Hen

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Summary: 5 times Jimmy was almost the mom friend, if not for his other quirks.

Ships: Jimmy & Grian (Siblings)

Warnings: Temporary Death

Grian landed on the completely flat world with a small gust, before being knocked over by a dust cloud kicked up by Jimmy’s wings beside him. “Hey!” He squawked.

Jimmy gave a playful shrug, Joel and Lizzie giggling behind him. “Should’ve gotten here on time!”

Oh, that was it.

In truth, the two brothers being anywhere in the same world eventually activated Grian’s goblin mode, but this had to be a new record. Either way, Tim was going down. This world was an hour old, but it was already going to be the next site of his lifelong lesson. Don’t start a fight you can’t win.

And to be fair, it had been a bit since Grian got to mess with the other avian in person. Usually he was limited to Watching, whispering while Jimmy played on Empires and the rat house. It was fun, especially when only Jimmy could hear him and the other Watchers – not only teasing him but making him look mad in front of his other friends when he shouted back – but nothing compared to messing with Jimmy in person.

He started by messing up his hair with a wing beat of his own. It got a mild squeak of irritation out of him. All good things start slow.

“Well, this is your world, Tim, lead the way!” Grian declared. “What are we playing?”

“We’re going to defeat the dragon!” He explained, ignoring Grian entirely and following after Joel, who muttered that he knew how to do so in a flat world.

Grian quickly chased after, shouting to Joel, “Nobody help Tim, he has to figure it out on his own.”

“What- no!” Jimmy whined. “I brought you along so you could help. I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s okay, Jimmy, I also don’t know.” Lizzie tried to placate him, her voice echoing through Grian’s communicator. It got a huff in response. Joel slowed down but continued to lead them right to their first village.

The real fun began there. Poking Jimmy every time his back was turned, clearing out resources before he could find them, and only watching with a devious smirk as Jimmy forgot what tool to use to pick up a bell and instead broke the poor thing.

“Oh, Jimmy. You need a pickaxe.” Lizzie shook her head, patting his shoulder. She reached into her inventory to-

“Hey!” Grian landed in front of them, pointing accusingly. “No helping him! He has to do this on his own!”

“Why!” Jimmy pouted.

Grian shrugged. “How are you going to learn if we do everything for you?”

“Well you’ve never done anything for me, and a lot of help that’s been.”

He just snickered before flying off the find Joel. He’s pretty sure he saw Lizzie pass Jimmy a pickaxe anyways. That wasn’t really the point.

The real fun started when night descended. Jimmy was nowhere to be seen. Actually, none of them were anywhere to be seen, only heard through their communicators.

“Time to sleep.” Jimmy announced. Two other tired agreements joined him.

So, he wanted to time jump through the night, eh?

Well, he wouldn’t learn anything doing that.

Grian put down his bed and sat down on it but did not go to sleep. Minutes passed. He heard grumbling.

“Who isn’t going to sleep?” Jimmy finally asked.

Both others replied. “I’m in bed.” Grian said as well.

Technically it was true.

It didn’t work for a second. “Grian go to bed.”

“I’m in bed!” He insisted, barely containing a snicker. In the distance he could see zombies and spiders crawling out from the earth among the many slimes.

“Well somebody isn’t sleeping!”

“I swear I am, I’ll even come sleep next to you.” Joel tried to assure. It seems he decided to be on Jimmy’s side today. Boo.

“Lizzie?”

“I’m also asleep.”

“Grian?”

He made an exaggerated sigh, even as he pulled out a book to read. He was a few blocks up, none of the mobs could get him. “I swear I’m asleep.”

“Grian I swear-“

“I’m in bed, Tim!”

“If you’re lying…”

Grian covered his mouth to muffle his laughter. Apparently, it wasn’t enough.

“Grian, go to bed.”

“Yes, mom.” He whined, finally laying down. It was not over though. He waited, right up until he could feel the force of time begin to drag against him, and then sat back up, stopping the world condition. A screech came through the communicator.

“Grian!”

At that he burst out laughing. He picked up his bed and reached through space, Watching where his poor baby brother was. Ah, the church. Not far at all, really. Grian jogged over, finding Joel also there, caught between tired annoyance and amusement. Jimmy’s feathers were thoroughly ruffled.

He groaned. “Grian, please just go to bed.”

“That’s why I’m here!” Grian lied through his teeth, setting his bed up strategically behind Jimmy just out of his line of sight, but Jimmy well within Grian’s. Joel eyed him, clearly aware that the shenanigans would not be ending. If Grian pushed much more then Jimmy would most certainly have the alien on his side of things.

But since when did Grian do anything half-way?

By midnight Jimmy completely gave up. He pulled out his communicator, summoned forth the admin panel, and manually inflicted a time jump on the world. “I’m not dealing with you being a misbehaving child.” He grumbled.

“That’s cheating! You’re a cheater!” Grian shouted as he ran off laughing. Oh, this world would be great fun…

Jimmy was sick and tired.

“Tim?”

The last few days made him contemplate his life decisions. Mainly, why did he invite his brother to anything? He always showed up late, he always set to work teasing him and pranking him, he always looked for ways to break things.

“Timmy, you there?”

And, apparently, he always refused to just go to bed.

Well, overall, he found it more fun to have Grian around than not. Once it was over and they all returned home, allowing them to calm down, Grian would second guess himself. He’d message Jimmy, ask if he went too far, if he was alright.

“Tiiim… Timmy!”

Usually the answer was fine and no. Jimmy wasn’t so sure about this time. Grian was being as much of a menace as possible. Maybe it was the lack of stimulation in the flat world, maybe he just had too much coffee.

“Tim? Tim-Jim?” Grian’s voice repeated over the communicator.

Jimmy let out a beleaguered sigh. “Grian, I know you can hear me. Get over here.”

Lizzie and Joel laughed beside him. Grian’s fluffy blond hair poked out from behind a hallway with a huge grin.

At least he was having fun.

“Ready to fight the dragon?” Jimmy asked, waiting for everyone to nod. Grian did not. Grian leapt right through the portal, forcing everyone to follow him to the End. Specifically, onto a very precarious island. Almost immediately Jimmy is pushed off, but he manages to keep balance long enough to build a bridge.

The dragon is already there, resting on her perch. She roars, a stinking cloud emitting from her maw, then takes to the air. With their limited resources bringing her back down would be a pain. Joel tries to shoot at her with their few arrows, but they miss by a country mile. He looks tired. Jimmy felt it in his own bones.

He isn’t sure where Grian heads off. Hopefully he was being helpful. Instead he followed Lizzie. Evidently, she was also in a silly mood, placing blocks beside his pillar for enderman to follow him.

“Lizzie.” He scolded, wings flared. She just giggled and ran off. These gremlins were something else…

He was so caught up with what the others were doing he didn’t see the dragon swooping down behind him until she had already slammed full-body into his pillar. All his strength wasn’t enough to keep in place, and he fell. The spongy yellow ground rapidly approached, and then he was in the overworld, gasping for breath as he shot up out of a bed in the sky.

Grian’s laughter echoed across worlds from his communicator while the other two shouted questions. Jimmy’s wings slumped in embarrassment, taking a moment to simply stare at the sunset…

The sunset?

Oh god, if they win now Grian was going to come back out into an Overworld halfway through the night.

Right now, though, he was the only one here, and the only one needed to…

“One sec guys, save my stuff!” Jimmy said to his friends before pulling back the covers of the bed and curling up. He could hear the Watchers giggling in his ear but he didn’t care. When he woke up next the world was bright with the rising morning sun and his body much less stiff. He breathed out a sigh of relief. At least they slept through one night...

“Are you coming back? You’re going to miss the whole fight!” An impatient voice asked. Jimmy grumbled to his feet and hopped back through the portal.

He lasted about another minute before he died again. By the time he made it back into the End the others had already defeated the dragon. He sighed.

Later that evening, after they almost fell out of the sky for the umpteenth time, after Joel finally snuck in on the fun and killed Jimmy, and after they all said goodbye and left the temporary world behind, Jimmy decided to jump to his personal world. He needed the breather before heading back home. Just a quick rest…

Purple manifested through the space between spaces just as he sat down on his nest. At first it was eyes, but then a physical form popped through. “Tim?”

Jimmy groaned. “Yes, Grian?”

His brother invaded the world entirely, closing the void behind him. A rare occurrence, one Jimmy assumed had to do with the way he wrung his hands and held his wings low. Or maybe that last one was more to do with the circles under his eyes. Exhaustion always brought about paranoia.

Before Grian could do much more than gape like a cod Jimmy raised a placating hand. “I’m fine, G, don’t worry.”

“You didn’t even get to really fight the dragon, though.”

“It was still fun!”

“You can yell at me if you want to, you big baby…”

Jimmy couldn’t stay mad, not when Grian was swaying on his feet from his own prank. With an exasperated chirp he reached out. There wasn’t much resistance from the shorter when Jimmy guided him over to the nest, flopping down into the wool and hay like a ragdoll.

Almost immediately Grian curled up at his side. Without Pearl there was more than enough space for both boys to stretch out their wings, worn from the fight and the slimes. Jimmy picked at a few of the more irritatingly out of place feathers.

Grian let out a soft, tired coo. “That was exhausting.”

“That’s what you get for making a game out of not sleeping.” Jimmy flicked his forehead, then scooted over to lay down as well. He began to run his fingers through his brother’s hair. “Go to sleep.”

Grian hummed, eyes already closed. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, Grian, now rest.”

“’Kay.”

There was silence.

“… Hey, Tim?”

“What.”

“You stink like dragon’s breath.”

Jimmy let out a dramatic sigh. “For Void’s sake, Grian, just go to sleep!”

#jimmy solidarity #grian #seablings #mcyt #traffic series #fanfic #fanfiction #hurt/comfort #fluff #5+1 #sharing a slice of cake

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stitchthesewords · 1 year

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Finally had time to sit down and red The Royals Quests, and oh boy did I love it.

A few thoughts and theories I had along the way:

I love how Mumbo and Scar bicker in this AU. You can tell that they have known each other forever, and that they 1) care about each other 2) know exactly how annoying (affectionate) the other can be. They are like an old married couple and I love that for them so so much.

Special shoutout to Mumbo's ears reacting to his emotions. It's just so good. I can't decide if I hope he knows about it, or if I hope he is completely oblivious.

Having a lot of fun trying to piece together the mystery of Grian's past. The references to him feeling fresh air under his wings for the first time and not being able to fly nearly as much as he would have liked in the cave seems self-explanatory, but there being several references to him keeping his wings tugged closely to his back makes me wonder if there might be more to it.

The reveal that Grian isn't a "proper" Avian has me even more curious. Could it be a Watcher!Grian thing where he is from a colony of Watchers pretending to be/believing themselves to be Avians? Or is he perhaps from a parallel universe? I am eyeing all of this very much.

The fact that no one seemed to notice before Impulse pointed it out too. I wonder if it's some kind of misdirection magic that is keeping people from paying too close attention to him? And in that case, what makes Impulse immune to it? In short: worldbuilding good, brain go brrrrrr.

"Grian had come to learn that Scar kept that shelving unit there for the sole purpose of creating a shadowy space for Mumbo to retreat to" Also? I adore this line. Obviously, it's for vampire reasons, but I also love that Scar was like "Gotta get my husband bestie a dark corner to stand in and look menacing. It'll add to the aesthetic of the place, and the dramatics of our not-so-secret resistance meetings." Just. Gotta love him.

I love how it's like. Here is a fantasy world of magic and mystery. And also there's guns.

14/10 A++ highly recommend. Really, really enjoying the Rift AU a lot :D

Thank you for reading royal quests!! It’s nice that the king arc has wrapped up so now I don’t have to worry about them doing something and contradicting what I had planned lol.

I too love how Scar and Mumbo bicker in this. What’s funny is I honestly don’t think they bicker super often – its just that there is a lot to bicker about rn for them lol. But also yeeees – given how long they’ve been on HC together, I wanted to reflect that by having their relationship be pretty long [Relatedly, Bdubs and Etho have had a VERY long relationship]. They ARE like an old married couple and frankly everyone who sees them is shocked they aren’t married – I know Grian is sort of dealing with that confusion now.

ALSO!!!! I *LOVE* WIGGLING EARS DSKLAGSDKL. I think Mumbo’s ears are longer and swivel around and THAT is left over from my skyrim fanfiction days bc I headcanon that the skyrim elves can move their ears around. Scar's ears are much shorter so they don’t move. I also definitely think Mumbo USED to be oblivious to it but unfortunately the man’s been alive for centuries and I can’t imagine no one has pointed it out to him. Unless.

Hehehehehehehehehehe. Obviously I can’t reveal too too much about Grian’s past since, you know, spoilers, but I will tell you this – you are on the right track. I will tell you this in relation to the watcher thing – its NOT the watchers, actually. 👀👀I used to have rift AU tagged as Watcher Grian but I changed it early on because I decided to do something…different. With it. Hehehe. I definitely will be doing something with the watchers at SOME point, but not necessarily in this au – I think they’re more like an ancient religion no one really follows anymore. BUT you do have me thinking about Watchers-Pretending-To-Be-Human hm hm hm that WOULD work for one of my AU ideas hehehehe

Is it misdirection or is it obliviousness? Who knows. But also Impulse has some interesting stuff going on with himself too so he could totally be immune to it 👀 Or is it just that Scar and Mumbo have been too busy with bigger fish to fry to notice their new avian friend looks decidedly different from how Avians are supposed to. Hm hm hm.

YEEEEEEEEEEEEES Scar being like ‘Mumbo needs Shadows for his magic to work obviously regular shadows are boring I need to give my vampire bestie the best shadows” feels like such a Scar thing to do tbh. The aesthetics, the menace factor, the dramatics of it all. But also the fact that he thought about Mumbo and designed a part of his office with Mumbo in mind sfkjgfj I love them. There’s definitely like a light aimed at making the shadow be really strong.

You know the old joke of like ‘harry potter would’ve been shorter if he had a gun’ I disagree. It would have made things EVEN MORE COMPLICATED LGFKWDFH think about it. Magic evolving to deal with guns. Bullet Time/matrix-y bullet things. Magic infused bullets. But also I think the guns in rift au aren’t proper modern guns. They’re slow, a little clunky – think like guns of the late 1800s. Cowboy guns. Bullets are expensive, a little hard to come by, and King Ren is limiting the supply of them in an attempt to bottleneck Scar and Mumbo on top of that. I love fantasy guns.

Thank yoooooooooooooou!!! It means the world to me that people like rift au.

#Rift Asks #Rift AU #Mumscarian Rift AU #I really need to change the main tag dlakgds #Asks

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shitposts-and-shit · 2 years

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Watcher!Grian and Blood God!Mumbo Jumbo continue!

if anyone has request or ideas send them to my asks or something because I have no idea what I want to do with this shit

[ao3]

"Oh pants, Grian there's crows here," Mumbo said looking around at the dozen or so crows that'd flown down to watch them.

"Crows? What's the big deal about crows?"

"Peace love and plants."

"Ooh, peace love and plants. I doubt they'll be too big of an issue Mumbo. Come on let's go look around I think I see buildings over there." Grian walked through the trees until he got to an oak wood path.

Mumbo followed Grian "there's not much here is there? I mean there's a few small buildings, but I doubt it's a shopping district, maybe everyone lives away from spawn?"

"No, XD told me about this, I think it's the Prime Path. Let's go this way I want to see L'Manburg for myself." Grian flew off in one direction, leaving Mumbo to walk.

He glanced at one of the crows that was watching him "I kept my vow, ok? Stop looking at me like that."

He found Grian staring down at a crater with an obsidian grid over it. Inside was a big flag for a country Mumbo didn't know of.

Death, there'd been so much death and suffering here.

"Grian.."

"XD told me that there was a country here, L'Manburg, they fought for their independence and won. What happened here Mumbo?"

"I don't know, lots of death. Real death, there's so much pain and screaming Grian." Mumbo was getting a headache just being close to the crater.

Grian flew down into the water to get a look around.

As Mumbo waited for him to come back server members appeared, in full neatherite gear. Mumbo became painfully aware that he and Grian hadn't so much as chopped wood before exploring.

One of them pointed an enchanted crossbow at him.

Mumbo looked down into the water "Grian! Get up here! There's people!" Mumbo shouted. That pesky bird.

Someone landed in front of everyone with wings as black as the night, crows flocking around them.

oh pants, this was not good, not good at all.

Thankfully Grian flew up and landed next to Mumbo "it goes all the way down to bedrock, someone did a bang up job terraforming though, Scar would be impressed."

"Grian!" Mumbo pointed at the server members, who seemed to be multiplying, each one more stacked then the last.

Grian waved "Hello, sorry for the confusion we were having a poke around." Grian said.

The avian pulled out a sword "Who are you and how did you get here?" he pointed it at Mumbo's throat.

"Well we where trying to get onto our own server but we ended up here" Grian lied.

"Well then leave."

Grian opened his menu, the exit button was gone "well now that is strange" he said "it seems we're stuck here for the foreseeable future."

Mumbo opened his own menu to see that his log out button was gone too. What have you done Grian?

The sword at Mumbo's throat was lowered, slightly. "Then you're stuck here, the admin is currently... unavailable."

A teen walked through, in iron armor "Are either of you American?"

"Nope, we're both English, born and raised." Grian said with a grin, so this was Tommyinnit.

"Oh thank fucking Prime, I'm getting sick of how many Americans there are on the server. I'm Tommy."

"I'm Grian, and this is Mumbo."

Something had shifted, it seemed like the players no longer saw either of them as a threat. For now, at least, they where safe.

Tommy showed them around the Prime path, finishing at the portal to the neather hub. "that portal there is the dripstone portal, it takes us to the 118 shit, DreamXD made it so we didn't have to travel so far to find everything. The other one is the regular neather portal."

Grian stared at the update portal.

"Mumbo, there's something very wrong with this server."

#Hermitcraft x dsmp #Hermitblr #watcher!grian #blood god!Mumbo Jumbo #mumbo jumbo #grian #hermitcraft

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lounaryx · 3 years

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(Hermitcraft AU) Grian

Grian design for my Intertwined Fates AU (Long post incoming)

More sketches and information

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_____ joined the world.

Upon seeing the message on his communicator, Xisuma immediately alerted the Hermits of a possible intruder. He had made sure that no one wouldn’t be able to get into their worlds that easily without knowing the exact spell to chant. Whoever got in, how did they managed to do it? He quickly told the Hermits to find this person so he could interrogate them. It didn’t help that since this individual is unregistered in their Communicator database, their name didn’t show up so he couldn’t teleport to their location.

One of the Hermits searching for the intruder was Mumbo. He was in the forest during the time the intruder joined. He scurried and scouted the area, trying to find this person.

After a while of searching, he heard a pained groan deeper into the forest.

Mumbo rushed to the sound and gasped at the sight.

Before him is a man, possibly younger than him, barely lying on his side. His green shirt is soiled, torn, and bloodied while his dirty blond hair is tangled and messy. What shocked him the most is seeing the state of his lilac wings: they are both cut off and bleeding. Upon closer inspection, there is an open scar marring the left side of his face.

Without any second thought, he pulled up his Communicator and messaged the Hermits.

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Whooo... now that my terrible writing is out of the way...

Part 2 of my Hermit designs for my au, now named Intertwined Fates! The first one was False but I will give her a proper design and post about her one day.

In this au, Grian is a Shapeshifting Alesian. Alesians (from Latin word ales meaning “winged”) are winged-humanoid species. They are composed of subspecies based around birds (Avians), bats (Chiropterans), and much rarer dragon hybrids (Draconians). Shapeshifting Alesians, on the other hand, are much different from these three families of Alesians. They are able to shapeshift into the desired form of Alesian (Avians being the easiest to transform into while Draconian being the hardest); however, Grian can’t shapeshift on his own and can only transform when he is exposed to the animal frequently (like chicken, parrot, or if lucky, dragon). Their massive distinction in appearance from the other Alesians is that their wings are lilac in color, something not seen in any other species.

Being a Shapeshifting Alesian, it is said that his species “aren’t meant to exist”, a “result of a glitch”, or the ancestors “cursed” to being into one. Because of this, his kind isn’t really welcome and the Watchers, said to be agents of the Gods tasked to hunt down “anomalies”, are hunting down his species and bring them towards extinction so for years, he had always been running away.

Over the years, he met people he had grown close with (particularly Taurtis and Pearl) and he decided to form a group (a SMP) with them and settle in a random world. They called their group Evo as they slowly advance their world in technology and blocks. Everything had been peaceful aside from the occasional mystery of the Watchers. It was until they decided to defeat The End it all went wrong.

When they individually defeated the dragon, the Watchers showed themselves and took him in. They were caring at first for him until they became controlling and manipulative to the point they wanted to kill him. As he escaped, they cut off his wings and gave him a nasty magical scar. He was able to reach a Teleporter, but the Watchers accidentally destroyed it (while aiming for Grian) and this in return made him teleport into a random world.

And the random world he ended up in is Hermitcraft. Cue the Hermits panicking because of someone suddenly intruding their world because they taught the multidimensional police force, the Vanguard, had finally came to catch the other Hermits. It turned out to be a very wounded Grian and as much they (particularly Xisuma) hated unwanted visitors, they took him in and treated him. Since Mumbo found him, he was the one who gave him a temporary home. When Grian recovered and became more open, well... Mumbo had to deal with a natural mischievous prankster until he built a base of his own (and even then that didn’t stop him). They also noticed he’s a really good builder, so they decided to recruit him into their group (as they also realized that he needed a safe place and group to be with to protect him from whoever he was running away from).

When he finally had the courage to return to the Evo world, he found the world destroyed and deserted. From the wake of the destruction, he knew it was the doing of the Watchers.

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Okay, after that info dump, another one incoming in the form of notes! Hooray... I’m sorry for the long post.

When Grian eventually recovered, Mumbo gave him his old clothes and Grian loved the oversized red sweater (seen in the first picture above). When Cleo (who knows her way around sewing clothes) asked him what kind of clothes he want to wear, he requested the same sweater but fitting for his body.

His initial long hair design is based on his former Link skin (seen in Evo). His green shirt design is also based around that skin.

I’m thinking for my next post, I’ll go into detail about the Intertwined Fates AU. It’s more like a MCYT Crossover AU featuring other SMPs other than Hermitcraft, but I’ll be solely focusing on Hermitcraft for now with a sprinkle of the others when needed. So it’s a HC au for now.

Part 1 about False, if you are interested. It is not as detailed as this one so I might remake it one day: https://lounaryx.tumblr.com/post/660196842664001536/hermitcraft-au-assassin-false

Edit: Hooray! Finally posted the master post. If you are interested in reading the initial premise of the au. You can go read it here.

#hermitcraft au #hermitcraft #hermitblr #grian #intertwined fates au #setting up the au tag for my own sanity later on #mcyt #mcyt au

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hermits-that-craft · 4 years

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Chapter 46 - Arch 2 - Lies

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23509375/chapters/61129111 TW - Suicidal ideation, torture, mind control, betrayal,

He's tired. Sick of it. He knows he shouldn't be, that everyone has been patient with him, and that he's lost days, but he's sick of the arguments. The fighting. He wants to be left alone, he was happy in the room, but the yelling, the fear, the silence drew him out, physically and mentally. It wasn't better when he wasn't there, but it hurt a lot less.

Walking is hard without an arm. His balance is off.

Scar runs to him, enveloping him in a tight hug. He let's the small man cling to him, sobs echoing through his chest. Evil Xisuma's helmet doesn't fit Scar, and it pushes against him as Scar clings to his back.

Iskall can't find himself caring all that much. The short hermit has been put through so much recently, it must help him to hug people, and it's not like Iskall has been hugged much since Grian and Mumbo went missing.

Grian and Mumbo.

Why did they betray the hermits? What made them do that? Why would they do that to everyone? Aren't the hermits all friends? Obviously not, since Scar has been attacked so much, but Grian and Mumbo are some of his closest friends, why would they betray him?

It hurts to think about them, so Iskall puts it aside, buries it. He buries it with the corpses of the memories that forced their way back into his mind, hiding the memories under false ones. He knows this won't help him, Void he knows that he's doing exactly what he told Ren not to do, but he can't help it. It hurts less to not remember. Not to forget - he doesn't deserve that blessing, but not to remember.

"I thought you weren't going to wake up." Scar mumbles into his chest. "I thought you died, permanently."

"Doc and Joe wouldn't have let me do that." Iskall says, attempting to soothe the smaller man. Joe frowns from where he stands, hearing what Iskall says. "Where is Doc, by the way?"

"He and Ren went to get armour from my trading hall." Scar smiles brightly through the visor, and Iskall can't help but to smile at that as well. Full sets of diamond armour, ready for the enchanting. That could turn the course of the war. "They left a few days ago and haven't made contact since though and I'm really-"

"There's also a chance to make you a new arm." Evil Xisuma interrupts Scar, pushing his long white hair out of his eyes. Cleo's face lights up and she runs over, braiding his hair out of his face. Evil Xisuma shrugs, letting her do it. "The watchers - were you properly awake for their arrival? It doesn't matter - offered to help make some. Etho is going to check his base for the designs."

"Etho is dead."

Everyone winces at that, and Cleo beckons him forward. Iskall unwraps himself from Scar's hug, slowly walking over to where Cleo gestures. He sits down in the seat, watching her braid Evil Xisuma's hair.

"Etho and Keralis were brought back," Joe looks to Cleo with a sort of questioning glance, one that tells Iskall who brought them back. "with undead magic."

Cleo nods, letting Evil Xisuma's hair go. The now long braid falls down Evil Xisuma's back, and she stands up, brushing her hands on her pants. Cleo sighs, waving Joe over to her side. They have a silent conversation, one that Iskall takes no part in, though Evil Xisuma is apparently fluent enough to roll his eyes. Iskall lets them talk, watching as Scar eats a plate of pancakes, and his traitorous stomach grumbles. Cleo looks over and smiles faintly.

"I'll get you a plate." She says to Iskall before she turns back to Joe and Evil Xisuma. "I'll see you two back here tonight, correct?"

"I don't quite understand why you need those things, but we will be back before sun down. Say hello to any hermits you come across for us, alright?" Joe walks to the middle of the room, dropping through the hole in the floor before he shoots up, leaving the building. Evil Xisuma rolls his eyes, pulling a rocket out and flying out of the room. Cleo soon leaves the room, and the sound of her singing to herself fills the room. Iskall will miss this, despite himself.

"You don't want to perma die, right Iskall?" Scar asks, worry split across his face like paint across a canvas.

"Of course I don't." Iskall lies.

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He's running, sprinting as fast as he can. His wings sting as they are ripped open by the low hanging tree branches, and tears spring in his eyes. Are Wels and Xisuma still following him? Will they all escape or did Night capture them?

Grian doesn't know. He doesn't want to know.

He'll find out soon enough, if he's captured or if he escapes. He doesn't want to lose this fight, and flight is out of the question. Night will see him. Observer will see him. Someone will see him.

In any case, the small fragile bones are shattered and set painfully in the wrong position. When he moves his wings he can feel the small bone shards tear through more of his muscles, and he knows that flying should be a last resort. Gliding would be dangerous like this.

His breathing is laboured, but he doesn't feel like slowing. Nothing sounds behind him but he knows he can't stop. His lungs scream but there is no pain. Nothing hurts, even as he feels his wings, feet and arms get torn to shreds. Adrenaline is one hell of a drug and he is so glad that avians have it. Grian aches, his sides split as his lungs try to rip themselves from his chest.

The floor opens up underneath him and Grian screams, falling through the ground. The dirt turns to a blank, clean white, brighter than white concrete. Grian lands on his back, the air ripping from his throat, but he doesn't feel any pain. Grian takes deep breaths, looking through the infinity room. It reminds him of his main base last season and he misses it. Grian sits up, seeing someone in the distance. The person is far away, but not far enough away for Grian not to recognise him. A tall man with light brown skin and dyed blonde hair stands facing him, purple wings out.

His father, Builder.

"DAD!" Grian screams, running into Builder's arms. His father wraps his arms around Grian, and Grian can feel Builder's wings wrap around him. He starts to sob, unable to stop himself. "Dad I knew you were going to save us, we need to get Wels and Xisuma out, if Night has them again they'll die."

Builder opens his mouth to say something, and the floor dissolves, forcing Grian to fall. Builder is gone, his father no longer there, as though he never was there.

Grian shoots up, his eyes wide open as a scream rips from his throat. The cell is dark, the only sounds being Wels and Xisuma's breathing as they sleep. Tears spring in Grian's eyes. They never escaped. It was a dream.

Grian tries to suppress a sob as the smell of mold and blood hit his nose. He misses his jumper, the dress shirt not providing enough warmth as his tears hit the floor. He wants to leave, he wants his Dad back. It isn't fair, why would the universe give him a dream thats so hopeful if all it will do it rip it away. He wants to go home. It isn't fair. None of this is fair, why would the universe do this to them, to the hermits? They didn't do anything, none of them are related to Night.

Except Grian.

Night is his aunt. Uncle? Grian doesn't know, doesn't care. He was hidden from them for a reason and this is clearly it. Grian doesn't understand why anyone, especially the void, would let Night live for this long. It doesn't make sense. None of this makes sense, what did the hermits do to deserve this?

Someone laughs, just beyond the area the light hits, and Grian doesn't have to look up to recognise who it is. He know that cruel laugh, he knows that if he looks up he will see glowing eyes, and if he's unlucky, a glowing smile. He knows that he will meet those eyes and be hurt, as daring to look up will be seen as a challenges, as a unbroken man threatening them. A lion ready to pounce at a god.

But Grian doesn't have the energy, not to look up, and certainly not to keep his screams quiet so that Xisuma and Wels are not cursed with him waking them up. Is it so bad to bow for a moment, to give them the chance to sleep? Night's torture has woken them up so many times over the past few days, Grian needs to give them the chance to sleep. He's already let them down so many times. He should just submit, for this night, to let them sleep for longer.

Grian can't tell his thoughts from Bird's thoughts anymore.

---

Princess walks down the hallway, her hair and skirts flowing behind her like clouds. She knows she must look ethereal, she's seen glimpses of herself in the mirrored hallway. However, the hallway of mirrors is not her destination for today, and she walks past Night's chambers, catching a glimpse of her leader through the door. Night's mask is off, their purple skin shining softly in the glow of their room. Princess doesn't disturb them, knowing that they must be tired, protecting everyone here from the Voids lackeys. Princess knows her orders - ensure that the new captives are properly adjusting to their accommodations. Observer was particularly pleased by the redstone for their cells, so Princess knows that she should feel pleased by the rooms.

Princess racks her brain for the names of the captives, or more so the newly freed, though she knows that they will accuse her of holding them captive. A werewolf and a creeper. She knows that the creeper is necessary, something important to Night, and the werewolf is something that the creeper is territorial over, so she should keep her hands off of the creeper if one of them messes up. If she remembers correctly, the werewolf has a muzzle that she can put on him if he mouths off, but it was removed for some reason.

Ah, thats their names. Pet and Experiment.

Night chose good names for them, now all they need to do is uncondition them, and recondition them so that they know who they truly are. It won't be too hard, the werewolf is reportedly soft, with the creeper caring more if its friend is hurt than if itself is hurt. Princess smiles to herself as she picks up the muzzle outside the room, tucking it away in her inventory, out of sight.

Princess crosses the threshold into the room, taking in the sights. It's dark, comforting, even though it smells of iron and salt. Tears or sweat, Princess can't tell, and Stress is remaining rather quiet through this whole ordeal, not that Princess minds. Princess watches with a slight smile on her face as the werewolf and creeper lean against the window besides each other, their hands up against the glass as though they wish to hold hands. It's cute, the trust between the two men. She can't wait to break it.

The werewolf looks up with tired eyes, but he perks up upon seeing her, happiness written across his face, and Princess smiles back, a cruel smile that only the creeper seems to pick up on.

"Stress!" Pet yells happily. "Stress I'm so glad you're alright you have to get us outta here, Stress there's so much that you've -"

"My name isn't Stress, werewolf." Princess growls, putting the muzzle into her off hand and summoning a wither rose. The werewolf flinches, the happiness falling to fear "You clearly have learnt nothing. Luckily for you, I can teach you."

"No, Stress please...." His voice is quiet, if it weren't for the silence of the room Princess knows that she wouldn't have heard it, but she doesn't care for his fear.

"You're still making mistakes." She chides, rolling her eyes. "It's like you want me to do this."

Princess taps into Stress's power, which fights against her, vines creeping up her throat and strangling her, though she doesn't care for it. She summons some vines outside of her body, using them to drag the werewolf to the centre of the room. She walks to him calmly, pushing the muzzle over his mouth with enough force to snap his head back. The werewolf struggles against the vines, not getting any room to move at they constrict around him, and Princess spies tears in his eyes with glee.

Stress' heart breaks for Ren, and she relaxes the vines ever so slightly, though Princess constricts them harder around Ren's chest. Apologies fall from Stress, but Princess hordes them with delight as she refuses to let them leave her mouth.

Princess gently places a wither rose at the werewolf's feet, watching as he struggles to get away from it, kicking his legs towards her.

"I thought you were supposed to be tame, mutt." Princess growls, and out of the corner of her eyes she sees the creeper walk away from the window, his hand clenched into a fist. She wonders where his other arm is for less than a second, turning her attention back to the werewolf. "But it's clear you're just a feral dog, even less than one, aren't you?"

She doesn't get to finish what she was about to say, however, as rains down around them and the creeper lunges into her side, slamming her to the floor.

---

Wels walks through the dark oak forest, his sword in hand. He isn't in his armour, instead a ceremonial outfit that he once swore to never wear again. A scream echoes through the woods, and a chiding voice teases him as he turns, gripping his sword. Someone is being hurt, most likely by Night. The voice is not one he recognises, but he refuses to allow it to scream for longer.

Curiosity is not a respectable trait for a prince, a voice reprimands him, though Wels tries to shake it off. He hasn't been a prince for years, he refused the title before Theran fell, and he does not regret that kingdom falling, even if it took his mother down with it. Though that woman is hardly his mother, considering how many of her own children she had beheaded.

Wels can only pray that his sisters are the personal demons haunting his mother in the deepest pits of the nether.

In any case, he marches forwards, ready to fulfil his role as knight. He swore an oath to protect people and he'll be damned if he lets someone die. He's already failed Keralis and Etho in letting them die, and so many of the hermits in not stopping Night. He must protect this person. He must not fail.

He already has failed.

Wels walks along the tree line before the ground opens up beneath him. The screaming goes from quiet to faint as he falls through the world, though he doesn't fall into the void. No, he falls into a white room, landing on his back. Pain doesn't hit him, and Wels comes to the realisation that this mustn't be real. A dream.

A break from reality. Wels accepts it with open arms.

A woman stands before him, short blue hair sending jolts through his body against the bright whiteness of the room. She wears shining armour, romanesque rather than like his own knightly set, but he notes that the way it sparkles in the light shows battle scars. She's heavier built than he his, Wels notes with a smile. She must be a warrior, a knight of her own realm. A protector of her people, not a mercenary.

"You must be Welsknight." She says, walking towards him. She towers over him, and Wels comes to the realisation that she can't be entirely human.

"I am." Wels nods. "Do you have a name?"

"I'm Protector." She says, and Wels notes the small necklace adorning her neck. A wedding band hangs from it, as well as a dog tag, with nothing more than a watcher symbol on it. "One of the original watchers."

"And you grace me with your presence." Wels is little more than annoyed. Two powerful deities apparently have the ability to toy with his mind, and he'd prefer them to leave him. "What do I owe the pleasure for?"

"I know you're annoyed." Protector shrugs. "I'll keep this short and simple then. I need to ask you a few questions about where you are and whats going on. I need to know where we need to send forces in to get you all out."

"Shoot then." Wels shrugs. "I clearly have nothing better to do."

And she does. Wels answers her questions as best as he can, but his head spins. It hurts, the bright white of the room. The voice in the back of his head taunts him, laughing as he winces in pain. Protector looks sympathetically down at him, and her face screws up, the white light dimming. Protector smiles as Wels relaxes, breathing easily.

"Is there anything else I should know."

"Xisuma, Grian, the stars and I aren't the only prisoners Night has." Wels says, resisting the urge to reach out to her. "They have Doc with them. They gave us his arm."

"Shit." She swears under her breath. "That's, that's not good. I can work with this. I always knew this was going to happen anyways..."

"What's going to happen?" Wels asks, though he doesn't know if he wants the answer.

"I shouldn't bother you. A prophecy, fate, it doesn't matter. My life is set in stone. Yours is not. Lets make sure your chapter in history ends positively." Protector's voice sounds hopeful, but something in Wels' soul feels sad, mourning her. He doesn't know why, perhaps she was close to Night before this happened, she did say that they're siblings.

"Wait, their sons. You need to find and protect their sons." Wels' panic grows. Two kids shouldn't be destined for Night's side.

"We know. We've already lost one to them. We'll protect his brother." She smiles weakly at Wels whose head spins with the information. Who was with him, who also had a brother? He can't work it out. "Would you prefer a dreamless sleep?"

"Please." Wels doesn't mean to sound desperate, but he knows that he must. Protector laughs quietly, touching his forehead.

The world turns into a blissful darkness, and silence fills his mind.

---

"What are they doing?" Scar asks as Protector sits on the floor, her eyes screwed shut. Builder walks around the room, occasionally bumping into things, but his eyelids remain closed, even when he nearly falls to bedrock.

"They're communicating with your missing friends." Rose says simply. "I've never understood it, but it's essentially speaking to people in their dreams. Builder does it more than Protector."

"That's obvious," Iskall turns, smiling at Rose. "Does Protector talk to you in your dreams when you're separated?"

"No, because she knows that if she disrupted my sleep I would stab her." Rose smiles at Protector, the only expression in her eyes being love. "And she would do the same to me."

"Romantic." Scar giggles, dodging Rose's halfhearted shove. "So, if Protector is married to you, does that mean that she's my aunt?"

"Of course." Rose cocks her head to the side. "Why do you ask?"

"Isn't Grian her son?" Scar ignores the question, and Iskall snorts, turning towards the Vexian woman and the mage.

"Adopted."

"And Night is her sibling?" Scar's voice is quiet, and Rose's eyes widen, though she nods, not answering verbally. "And Xisuma and Evil X are their sons?"

"What are you getting at?" Rose smiles.

"Cub, Grian, Xisuma, Evil X and I are cousins." Scar mumbles, and Iskall breaks into laughter, loosing his mind as Scar comes to that realisation. "We're cousins?"

"Local mage, Vex man, gremlin man and server destroyer are cousins, mild mannered brother wonders if introducing them was a bad idea. More at seven." Iskall cackles, and Rose and Scar burst into tears of laughter. "Oh poor Xisuma! You all are insane!"

"Hey!" Scar protests. "You're one to talk Mr. 'Lets take anything dangerous'! What are you going to do with all those pufferfish?"

"Prank you, clearly." Iskall jabs back. "Concorp scum."

"Typical Sahara nonsense." Scar fails to keep a straight face. "At least we broke even. You guys didn't even do that!"

"Oh come on." Iskall giggles. "You had so many shops, that's hardly fair-"

"What are you kids talking about?" Builder asks, and Scar and Iskall jump, looking up at the suddenly awake man. Neither of them had noticed that Builder was awake, and Scar snickers, pushing Iskall forward. Iskall wobbles a little, unable to balance himself without his arm. "Nothing illegal, I hope."

"Oh, only illegal things." Scar sends Builder a cheshire cat grin.

"The most illegal. Very crime." Iskall nods sagely, and Builder laughs, rolling his eyes.

"Well, I hope your illegal activities are profitable." He says, and a serious looks replaces the laid back look that he had, as though he had seen, or remembered something upsetting.

"Is something wrong with Grian?" Scar asks, wrapping his arms around himself.

"I couldn't stay with him for long enough to know. He's definitely wounded, most cannot wake from my powers without being in serious pain." Builder's serious look is quickly replaced by a worried look. Tears spring in his eyes, and Rose wraps him into a hug. "I never even got to talk to him."

Protector shoots up with a gasp, jumping to her feet as a sword appears in her hands. She relaxes slightly, putting the strange brown sword away. Scar wants to touch it, to know what it's made of. It almost looks like netherite, though Scar knows that no nether produces that anymore.

"I spoke to Wels. We have coordinates." She says. "And information. I know what we need to do."

"What do we need to do?" Rose asks, and Protector looks at her, a tear slipping down her face. "Tori, what do we need to do?" Rose's voice is soft, quiet. She leaves Builder's side, wiping a tear from Protector's cheek.

"You remember the prophecy?"

"Tori no." Rose pulls Protector into her grasp. "Not now."

"I'll get better." Protector mumbles. "You know I will."

"You won't remember anything." Rose says, clinging to Protector before she pulls apart. "Is there anything else that we should know? Did you find out anything else from Wels?"

"Night has Doc and Ren." Protector doesn't look at Scar and Iskall, probably for the better. Iskall sits down, his face white as a sheet, and Scar's face drops, guilt tearing at his insides. Doc and Ren were sent to Scar's base. They were kidnapped at Scar's base. Their disappearance is his fault.

"Scar are you-"

"I have to go." Scar says, running out of the room. Rose reaches out for him, but Protector holds her back. Iskall watches, helpless, as Scar flies away. He wants to follow Scar, but he can't get an elytra on him if he tried. Builder sighs, a painful affair, and stands, leading them all towards the door. He gently picks up Iskall, and they fly out towards the shopping district. No words are spoken, not between the gods, nor between them and Iskall. They are all praying for two things:

Scar's appearance at the shopping district, safe and secure.

The finishing of this war, that everything will return to normal soon.

They land, Builder putting Iskall down onto the mycelium floor. Iskall walks towards a large building, one that stands out like a sore thumb. It's built with cobblestone, clearly one it was built for functionality and not for design as thats the only building material used. It's ugly, plain and simple, but False's face peeking out from behind the wall brightens the build.

"Hey guys!" She calls, running over to them, though her face falls as she counts the number of people in the small group. "Where's Scar?"

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