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The Tunnels
Summary: A hiking trip goes wrong when Grian falls down into an open root system under the place. His friends go back to get help, leaving him alone in the darkness under the ground. And with a feeling that he is not alone here. That someone or something is watching him in the darkness. Also there is a bunch of shrooms growing around as well.
Notes: This isn’t part of the main sires of The Mushroom Man, just a au of Scar being a cryptid of evolved human/spore species that lives in the darkness of caves.
Warnings: Dubcon, Aphrodisiacs used, Body Horror, Smut, Corruption, Scittes (lol), tentacles/vines, Horny Jail For Everyone.
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Down. Down. Down.
Grian grunted as he slide down the rooted and wet slope into the darkness below. He heard Jimmy yell out to him, along with the others. As the ground have gave out beneath Grian. The roots scratched at his cheeks as he hit the ground with a hard thump at the end.
A faint groan escaped his mouth as he had landed on something, coughing a bit as dust and something earthy, possibly dirt, filled his lungs. He coughed again as he looked up at the light from the crack he fell down at. He could faintly make out Jimmy and Mumbo’s forms.
“GRIAN!” the muffled yells echoed down to him, “Are you okay!?” Mumbo’s voice yelled down to him.
Grian looked up at them, and at the large roots and sharp rocks up, “Yeah! I’m fine!” he called back to them wincing a bit, his ankle hurt alot.
There was muffled voices agian before Jimmy yelled down, “Can you get back up!?” he asked his friend worriedly.
Looking again at the steep rocks and decaying roots he groaned, “No!” he said wincing a bit when he tried to stand. “it’s too steep, the roots won’t hold my weight even if I tried... and I think I sprained my ankle!” he called back. His voice echoing around him in the large cave system.
The two were talking again to each other, Grain really couldn’t make out their voices as the were far above him. He got out his flashlight and shook it a few times to get it working as it seems to have been a bit damaged. But luckily the light came on, if a bit weak.
He shined it around the cave looking up and around. Roots hung down from the top, along with moss growing along the walls and flooring. There was also mushrooms all around in the walls and such, “Woah...” Grian muttered out in awe, some of them were huge! Guess this was the right conditions for them to grow in being underground. It was damp, dark, and well protected from frost.
It was also warm down here, despite it nearing the autumn season it was spring temperatures here. He also guessed during the summer it stayed cool due to rain fall.
“GRIAN!” He looked back up at his friends, “We’re gonna go find someone who can get you out of there, try not to wander off. We’ve marked the nearby trees to find our way back.” Jimmy told him.
Suppose that was the best course of action, Grian didn’t want to get lost in these tunnels but climbing out also wasn’t an option without a rescue team. “Alright!” he called back, “I’ll stay here for the time being... please hurry back!” he told them.
With confirmations to return, Grian listened to the sound of fading footsteps... and leaving him alone in the dark with the only light source being the crack above him. Looking around again, Grian sighed as he took a seat on the ground and set his hiking bag beside him.
He was prepared at least for a long haul, and could last 3 weeks on rations here. He had been hiking alot, so at least knew what he was doing. he looked with his flashlight to where he fell to see some crushed mushrooms, he must have landed on them... well their size might have also softened the fall a bit. They didn’t look poisonous either, they looked like larger versions of the Caesar Mushroom.
Grian turned off his flashlight for the time being, if he was here at dark he’d need it later. the way back would take at least 4 hours for them, it’d be dark by the time they got there, and even then to wait for the rescue team in the morning. Grian grimaced a bit, he might need to get his sleeping bag out to preserve warmth and make a fire.
The cave was silent, save for the sound of the wind coming from above him, Grian sat back against the rooted wall, lost to his thoughts. It was kind of creepy down here, the cave was huge, meaning the roots of the tall trees outside had possibly opened up this limestone caves by eroding away everything. It seemed stable though, with the roots holding up everything above him.
The sun was slowly starting to set, and it was growing darker as Grian was trying to get a small fire going. Which was hard as it was so damp down here. He narrowed his eyes in frustration, blowing lightly on the flames to get them going.
CLICK
Grian froze and looked up sharply and around the cave, his heart started to pick up the pace as fear was gathering. He swore he heard... footsteps? Something like that, it didn’t sound like a rock falling, nor the dripping of water from above. His eyes darted around in the darkness, unable to see anything clearly other than outlines of shapes and shadows.
He swallowed hard, trying to take deep breaths to calm down. it could have been nothing, maybe it was just some small fox or something that made it’s home down here. Honestly the idea of being mauled by a fox or bear was easier to bear than... something else.
Yet still, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched now.
It was said humans evolved to have a sixth sense, the rustle of a bush could have been the wind or a predator. But Human’s running from it were the smarter ones, and whether it was or wasn’t dangerous, still meant they lived for another day. Which was why the feeling of being watched was one of them, a sense that something dangerous and large or even smart was lurking around.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, as Grian tended to the flames again. Trying to take his mind off of it. Feeling better when he did get the fire going, and it started to lit up the area a bit.
A sigh of relief escaped his throat, that was another thing, fire, light, a fear of the dark that was innate in us. Grian was honestly scared of the dark, or rather what possibly lurked in the dark. He gripped his flashlight and looked around again, though it didn’t chase away all the darkness, it did enough for him to see things better.
Slowly, he started to calm down again, trying to ignore the feeling... it was nothing, it was nothing... it was-
*Huff*
Everything in Grian froze up and he jumped a bit, looking around wildly now and trying to turn on his flashlight. That... that wasn’t hum, that was breathing! And it didn’t sound like an animal he knew either! After some banging the light came on, and he shined it around the cave. Wildly looking for what made that noise, hoping it was an animal of sorts.
For a moment, nothing showed, just the mushrooms in the darkness and roots. Grian swallowed again, his mouth felt dry, his heart was racing. He knew he heard-
Something caught his eye, and Grian shined the light on it. The beam didn’t go far, the flashlight wasn’t something powerful, just a simple tool to help someone go find a place to pee outside then return to the tent. So it could barely make it out, the... silhouette of something in the darkness.
Grian’s breath hitched, as glowing green eyes stared at him illuminated by the light of the flashlight. It... looked human, uncanny valley vibes as it titled it’s head at a 90 degree angle. It was staring dead at him, watching him, Grian’s scream caught in his throat and he froze like a deer in the headlights.
Freeze kicked in first, as he couldn’t flight and didn’t know if he could fight. Hoping, in some primitive part of his brain, that if he stayed still enough, the creature would think him not alive.
For a long moment, the two stared at each other, glowing green eyes staring into Grian’s brown ones. Grian was barely breathing right now, slowly, in and out, trying not to make a sound. To not make a single move.
Then, the creature stood up, allowing Grian to make out the shape for a moment. tall, muscular looking with... something on it’s shoulders and he could also see something on it’s head. What seemed to be dust shook off it.
Then the flashlight gave out, and plunged the area into darkness.
“Shit!” Grian swore moving to try and get it on again, the only light now was the campfire next to him, but even that didn’t give enough light to see where the thing had gone!
A sound of something moving around, dragging against the rocky, damp floor. Dirt being scooted around, as Grian took a shaky breath trying to get his only light source to work.
He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, taking a shaky breath again. Trying to listen to where it could have gone! Tears stung his eyes, fear closing up his throat. He gripped a branch that he used to start the fire, best guess, a weapon of sorts against this... thing.
Grian heard it again, getting closer to him. As he turned around to the left, then the right, trying to see where it was. Too scared to talk, to move, he was back in the corner, and fear rushed over him. It was close, it had to be close, it was stalking him. What even was it? Something human yet... not?
Another ound, to his right as Grian turned sharply to it. Faintly he could see something in the low light of the fire, it was close it was-
Something was blown into his face, and Grian started to cough hard as it filled his nose and mouth. And earthy taste in it, his brain felt... foggy all of a sudden as he wheezed out a breath. His limbs felt... heavy...
“Now now...” a voice, human sounding but... something was off about it. “Let’s put this out, much too bright in here.” it gripped his wrist, and squeeze. His grip loosened on the branch as it fell to the ground. There was a hiss as it hit the damp floor, and then everything turned dark again.
There was a thick early scent around Grian, as something pressed up to him from the front. For a moment, it was dark, then he saw glowing green eyes, in fact the things skin was glowing!
Grian’s mind felt sluggish he he could make out a scar running across the face, that had these purple roots growing out of it. In fact, there were mushrooms, glowing mushrooms, on this face of a male’s shoulders and arms.
A clawed hand ran over his face, messing with his hair, “A human?” he asked curiously, male sounding too. “Been a while since a human has wandered down here.” a smile, showing a glowing tongue and sharp teeth.
The hand moved down over Grian’s chest, “But a pretty human too,” messing with his sweater, Grian breathed in another earthy scent from this guy. His mind felt slower again, and... warm too.
The hand moved lower, Grian gasped as it pressed against his pants lightly. A chuckle, “Breath deeply little human, let us make you feel so good.” he cooed to him, as something wrapped around his wrist and held them up. two hands roamed over his body and claws started to... tear at his shirt.
Grian made a confused sound at that, then whined as a touch against his skin set his body alight with warmth again. He felt sensitive all over, skin pressed against his chest, just now, in the other parts of his brain, did he notice this guy didn’t have much clothing on either.
“Good little one,” The creature breathed out, nuzzling his lips against his neck, “Tell me your name, please?” he asked in a gentle, soothing tone.
“G-Grian.” he managed out, voice slurring out the words, his tongue felt heavy in his mouth, each thought was lazily floating in and out, grasping it was like fog. It felt.. easier to just feel everything than to speak.
“Grian.” The creature purred out the name, “Well you can call me Scar, pretty one.” a smirk against his skin. “Or, if you prefer, some call me Daddy.” he teased as Grian’s breath hitched a bit at that.
Fingers tugged down his pants, breaking the button and forcing the zipper open. Grian whined a bit at that, as it brushed over his tent now, Scar chuckled again looking into his eyes. “Relax my newest Sporeling. Let the Father Spore give you his gift.” he cooed to him, a hand rubbing his hard on now.
Grian gasped a bit as the hand rubbed him up and down slowly, carefully, teasing the tip with a sharp clawed thumb. The taste of earthy something in his mouth again, as lips met his, and slid in the glowing tongue.
Scar groaned against him, giving messy kissing as he explored in his mouth. Grian felt everything was so warm, filled with a pleasure hazy, more... fuck, he wanted more. A whine escaped between kisses. “Hmmm, S-Scar...?” he asked in a confused tone, tasting the name for a moment.
A smirk, against his lips, Scar said nothing kissing him again. The hand letting go of his cock to start lifting him. Grian whined at the lose of friction, before something slimy, and long wrapped around his length. He groaned out as it started to jerk him off.
“Relax pretty Grian,” Scar breathed to him, “It’ll feel oh so good once I get my spores inside you.” he promised, as something rubbed against his entrance.
Grian whined, he wasn’t even prepped yet, what was- “A-Ahhhh!” he cried out as the tip easily slid into him, covered in something that was like lube almost. It was a tight fit, Scar groaned out due to how tight it was.
The... vine? around his length tighten it’s hold and started to move at a faster pace than before. As Scar slid inside him, completely, and all the way in. Groaning against his neck as he kissed it. Grian stared ahead, eyes dazed and fogged over. Faintly he noticed the... shrooms on the others back and shoulders smelled the same scent as the stuff in the air.
Scar let him adjust for a moment, before he started to move back, then push forward with a hard thrust. “A-Ah! S-S-... Ahhh hmmm!” Grian moaned out as the thrusts picked up the pace.
“Now now little sporeling, you have to use your words, what do you want Daddy to do?” Scar grunted out, pushing in and out of that tight hole, his vines jerking off Grian, who had tears in his eyes from other stimulation.
Grian was letting out mewls and moans of pleasure, every sense in him alight with pleasure. As the dick inside him rubbed in the right spots, just barely missing the spot he wanted it to hit. He whined out, “P-Please... Please... please!” he babbled out to him.
A deep hum, “Please what?” he asked back with a groan of his own, “You have to call me by what I am now, Grian.” he teased him lightly going slower again when Grian whined in frustation.
It was almost there, just please.. please.. “Oh... fuck! Daddy! Please!” he cried out, “Please daddy, fuck me harder!” he begged a bit, through whines and whimpers at how painfully slow both the vine and Scar was going.
A pleased rumble as Scar kissed him softly, “Ofcourse pretty one.” he purred out as he started to now go faster again, and hit that spot hard.
“AH!” Grian cried out, throwing back his head, panting heavily as he breathed in more of that rather sweet scent now. “Daddy! Fuck!” he whined out as that spot was hit over and over. He was so close, “I’m... cu-!”
Scar gripped him tightly, “With me now darling.” he commanded, pushing in hard with a sigh as Grian cried out.
Cum painted his and Scar’s chest and stomach, as... warmth filled Grian. Pushing it’s way inside him, and filling him up. A hazy, lust filled fog clouded his mind. Scar hummed deeply again, breathing in slow and deep against Grian’s hair.
It felt... amazing, hugging onto his mind, his body, everything. Cool, damp, yet also so warm.
Scar kissed his head, ‘You love me.’ something whispered in his head.
Grian smiled in a daze at Scar, “I love you.” he repeated back in a far away tone.
‘You want me.’
“I want you.”
‘Stay with me’
“I’ll stay with you.”
Grian nuzzled Scar’s chest tiredly as Scar pulled out of him, and his arms were let go. Scar picked him up easily, kissing him again softly, “Let’s get you to be my newest pretty sporeling.” he cooed, looking at his cum leaking out of the other, “I wonder what a pretty mushroom you’ll become?”
A dazed smile at that, as Grian snuggled up to him, he was so tired... as Scar walked him deep into the darkness of the cave, he liked the dark.
. . .
There was not a sign, no hair of Grian. His torn clothing was found at the bottom of the caves, along with what remained of a campfire and backpack. The cave system had collapsed in at one end of it, making exploration impossible.
There were no signs of a struggle either, meaning something had came and possibly either killed the hiker in his sleep and dragged him deeper, or kidnapped him in his sleep.
Jimmy and Mumbo swore their friend would never explore deeper, but no other leads were found.
In the end, it was demeaned a animal attack, and the case was closed. Considering there was bigger problems, like the suddenly growth of giant mushrooms in the forest.
#tw corruption#tw aphrodisiacs#tw dubcon#tw tentacles#tw horror#tw body horror#scarian#goodtimeswithscar#grian#hermitcraft#hermitshipping#father spore scar#tw smut
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A ‘Chance’ Encounter
Finished part 1 of Grian being infected! I will either reblog or post parts 2 and 3 once they’re done. Each part is of a different moment but are completely back to back.
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Grian walks through the park, enjoying the peaceful nature. While the long way home, he really does need a moment of peace. Everything has been just getting more stressful the more the mycelium spreads. There’s no one else in the park either, which Grian also appreciates.
Until he catches sight of someone sitting on a bench. Someone who Grian can recognize in a heartbeat. Of course, it’s the last person he’d want to run into all alone. He goes to take a step back, to sneak away, but he’s already been seen.
Scar stands up with a dazzling grin, “Grian! Just the avian I wanted to see.”
Grian’s heart aches at that smile, it’s so familiar and incredible, but feels so twisted with how Scar looks now. It’s the first time he’s seen the other since this all started, but he’s heard plenty of descriptions before. He does immediately notice one discrepancy, that the cloud of spores that surrounds him is currently barely visible. It does give Grian pause, he’s heard about how Scar can increase it, so does that mean he can decrease it as well?
Grian decides that he doesn’t exactly want to find out and takes another step back, which is immediately noticed.
“I’m just here to talk,” Scar says, not moving away from the bench, despite the distance between them.
Grian hesitates, considering. He’s pretty confident that with the current distance between them, he’d be able to fly away if Scar tries to infect him. “What about?” He finally says.
Scar beams, happy that Grian agreed to stay. He’s not sure if it hurts more like this, not when it reminds him so much of how things used to be. “I’m sure you’re aware of what’s been happening.”
“Obviously,” Grian deadpans.
Scar continues, ignoring Grian’s response, “and I wanted to ask you to join me.”
“Join you,” Grian echoes, somehow surprised. Everyone who survives an encounter with Father Spore all say he tried to get them to join him and the rest he’s turned. With Scar’s silver tongue, Grian isn’t surprised that he’s succeeded before.
“Yes!” The other confirms, “it’s so much better like this!”
“To be infected by mushrooms?”
“It’s not that simple, Gri,” he insists, “connecting to us, being a part of the mycelium is incredible in so many ways. I never realized how empty my life was until I connected with them.”
“That- you do realize how ridiculous that sounds, right?” Grian asks, watching Scar closely.
“It’s not ridiculous Gri, it’s amazing. It’s freeing, it’s the best thing ever.”
The avian shifts, quietly murmuring, “I don’t even know if I can trust you.”
Scar’s smile immediately falls, a sad look taking place, “w-why not?”
Grian tries not to feel guilty about it, “are you even you anymore?”
Scar takes a step forwards, before rethinking and stepping back again, “of course I’m me.”
Grian really shouldn’t believe him, he’d probably say anything to get Grian to agree, but he just sounds so honest. Grian bites his lip, thinking about this way more then he should. “I still don’t understand how… becoming this spore thing is a good idea.”
“It’s more that that, Grian, it’s a whole lot more,” Scar insists.
Grian really shouldn’t even entertain the thought of letting Scar infect him, but he’s always been too curious for his own good, “alright, explain it to me then.”
Scar perks up at that, grin returning fully, “gladly! It’s so much more then looking like this, even if most of you think it is. Like this we’re all connected, all together. Life before this, life not being connected, is so empty and boring. Joining us, connecting to the mycelium, makes everything better. There’s nothing to worry about, being with us.”
Scar pausing is what snaps Grian out of his trance, realizing he was approaching Scar unconscious. He takes a half a step back, digging his talons into the ground to steady himself, the other’s smile falters slightly. “I think there’s definitely things to worry about.”
“The only thing to really worry about is those guys in the HEP,” Scar says, gaze unwavering.
“You know that I’m a part of the HEP too, right?” Grian asks without thinking.
“I’m aware,” Scar replies, “you all are. And you all need to understand that connecting with us is better then resisting it.” Grian shifts, not answering. Scar takes a few steps closer to Grian, closing even more distance between them. He’s still far enough away to be safe, but Scar can close the remaining distance rather easily. “C’mon Gri,” he whispers, voice oh so gentle. “Come with me, I miss you.”
What does it say about Grian that Scar’s tone alone is nearly enough for him to give in? His words hold so much weight to them, and Grian so desperately wishes they’re true. If he agrees, he can get what he’s wanted for a while now, but… it can also be a trap. Scar holds his hand out, an offer, silent and unmoving.
Grian stares at it, he can leave if he wants to, and Scar hasn’t tried to turn him forcefully. Does this mean he’s being honest? Is it worth the risk? Well, if he isn’t, then he’d be a mindless drone then. Probably. They seem mindless. He won’t have to live in fear either way.
“Does… will it hurt?” He whispers eventually.
Scar gives him a gentle smile, “I’d never hurt you.”
Grian shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t, but is it really so bad if he wants to? He meets Scar’s eyes again, so full of love. It’s a lot easier then it should be to close the distance between them and take Father Spore’s hand. An agreement. To what terms, Grian isn’t fully sure. This close he can feel the spores.
The moment he grabs Scar’s hand, he’s yanked forwards, Scar’s other hand cradling his head to pull him into a kiss. Grian gasps as their lips meet, very quickly melting into it. He drops Scar’s hand to wrap both arms around his shoulders, drawing him closer. He can feel the spores tickle his lungs with every inhale through his nose. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant.
Grian eagerly parts his lips when he feels Scar lick them. While he expects a lot of strange things about Scar post his… change, nothing could have prepared Grian for his saliva to have the consistency and taste of nectar. The avian shudders as their tongues curl against each other’s, he considers this a massive improvement. Not that kissing Scar would’ve been bad before this, he just thinks it would be better now.
Despite how amazing it feels, Grian pulls back, suddenly feeling extremely dizzy, mind foggy. He struggles to think of the cause for the sudden dizziness, his mind is lagging too much to do so. Scar runs his hands along Grian’s arms before pulling him in close, letting Grian lean against him. “It’s okay, songbird, go to sleep,” he murmurs. “You’ll feel better in the morning… way, way, better.”
With Scar’s soothing voice in his ear, Grian lets himself fall asleep in the other’s arms, trusting him completely.
#father spore spy au#my writing#scarian#hermitshipping#these are normal symptoms Grian is feeling#he will be fine#also Scar is aware of how easily he could spook Grian into fleeing#so he acts cautiously#part 2 is of him adjusting
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Now that I've shared a few tidbits from fics. I want to work on them again but no idea which one...
I need to start a few others so I don't forget them too
#space.text#so far I've shared from a convexian fic#dragon hybrid scar fic#and mumbo as father spore gri as mother spore and mayor scar#i have a supernatural au#merm au#and werecat au at the least I want to write#send help#i should just draw some of these but then again i wouldn't get better at writing#oh and botw au with scarian#since i have a larger more detailed au for botw haven't really gotten into the scarian one yet#and dragon hybrid scar shares similar anatomy with my zora so kinda crossed that over#i can and will ramble don't test me LOL
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Swap AU where both Grian and Scar swap places
We have mayor Grian and Daddy Shrooms Scar.
The sporelings are normal children (or as normal as you can get in Minecraft). They also keep accidentally foiling Mr. Disney Villian Scar’s plans.
Scar was almost done in making and perfecting an elixir to turn anything in a 500km radius into mycelium but needed a rare plant. Said rare plant only blooms every 100 years, and during his disney villian song Ren proceeded to EAT it.
Mumbo is supposed to be a spy for Scar but is very bad at it. Grian and Doc already know but keep him around because he has that wet spoon energy.
I swapped em :D
mother and scar swapped roles
doc took on bdubs role as a sort of right hand man/body guard to mayor grian and mumbo took on doc's role in this swapped universe
the hep are now children of scar like how the sporelings are to mother
i suppose in swapped, scar is.... honestly mainly like how canon scar usually is but more malicious? Grian is the same as permit office grian now but he actually wants to do his job lol
mother and father spore
#sporelings au#asks#myart#mother spore#goodtimeswithscar#grian#hermitshipping#mycelium resistance#scarian#hermitcraft
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Going insane about a Hermit Knight (Hermitcraft (+Martin) and Hollow Knight) and thinking about it in terms of games too- @kairamuwu hasn’t been helping he’s only been enabling me-
@kairamuwu ‘s design for scar and grian that started this insanity- Grian is just struggling with fighting for Scar, whose a lil crime scam artist.
We got mumbo, who came across the two and started following them around for Scars little light buddy. He’s just a weirdo who feeds of Soul and is tempted to try Grians Shade too.
If Grian dies and mumbo is following, there’s a time limit before mumbo scrans your shade, despawning the Geo earned and forcing Grian to go pay Jiji to retrieve his regrets.
Treebark!! Their Dogwarts is a hive in Greenpath, they’re just proud fathers of hundreds of hivelings. Even though Martin would be a royal guard, I still think Ren could hold his own well, he’s just tiny.
The hive is encased in honey and thorns to stop anything from getting inside, but if Grian bears the Mark of the King, Ren would recognise someone of his own status and allow them in.
A mad scientist who was enthralled by the possibilities of infection. So much so, he infected himself to make him more powerful and efficent. He experiments on other creatures in hopes of replicating the same effect he’s had on himself, but to no avail.
He’s hollowed out the mountains of the howling cliffs and is only expanding out. His lab is filled with spores that would infect anything that approached, so Grian would have to make some fort of vent or destroy the source, but in the process, release some infected beast that would destroy most of his lab, leading to a pissed off Doc.
Trust me I’m so normal about this whole thing
#my art#fanart#character concept#concept characters#mcyt#artists on tumblr#others art#grian#hermitcraft#scar#gtws fanart#gtwscar#treebark#hermitcraft rendog#rendog#inthelittlewood martyn#martyn inthelittlewood#dogwarts#docm77 fanart#hermitcraft doc#docm77#hermitcraft mumbo#mumbo jumbo fanart#mumbo tag#mumbo jumbo#hollow knight
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So I’ve seen a bunch of sporeling au oc’s so I made my own, he’s bases on the inky cap mushrooms.
Made him in Gacha cause I can’t draw, he’s my adorable emo boy.
His name is Ink
Age: 15
Gender: male
Pronouns: he/him
Height: 6’6
Personality: Lazy, quiet, loves to read, fav sporeling Etho, sleeps like a cat, heavily dislikes Scar, trust issues
Now lore time! Mother Spore found him wondering the streets of hermitville after his father kicked him out, she asked if he had a place to stay and when he said no she took him in.
Whenever he’s at the mansion he’s almost never seen, he’s like a cryptid of the mansion never seen yet always there. The only one who can really ever find Ink is Etho, when you can’t find Etho then him and Ink are reading/sleeping in the attic or somewhere on the island.
Ink also loves to follow Doc around the island but he stays in the shadows with his eyes glowing in a very creepy way, Doc has screamed a few times when he looks over to see two glowing purple eyes staring him down.
He also likes to follow Mother Spore when he takes the younger sporelings out to hermitville from the shadows much like he does with Doc except Mother Spore always knows he’s there.
He rarely ever interacts with Scar and when he does he looks like he might attack the mayor, his dislike for Scar comes from the fact that his dad was a business partner of Scars. (His dad moved away after he kicked Ink out)
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Until I Met You - Chapter 9
Chapter 9: Scars
Pairings: Halsin x Tav
Word count: 4,015
Rating: Currently M, will be Explicit in later chapters.
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Summary: Tav and her companions set up a new camp in the Underdark and take the time to share some stories about their pasts, and their scars. Another potential addition to their camp makes an appearance. Part 9 of the slow burn fic. Halsin and Tav POVs
Tags: Slow burn, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual love confessions, eventual smut, light angst, implied past rape/non-con and abuse, graphic description of injuries.
A/N: Another fluffy chapter with some interactions between all of the companions. Next chapter will be out later today or early tomorrow :)
Halsin waited in the strange grotto the voice had called them into. The sovereign requested to speak to Tav once they arrived. He took the opportunity to observe the strange creatures surrounding them. The myconids were an incredible species, he knew of their existence but had never seen them in the flesh before. Their melodic way of speaking using the spores in the air captivated him.
Is this how the others feel when they communicate using their tadpoles?
Each myconid that passed him had different patterns and colors swirling in their fungal skin, almost as if the glowing sigils had taken on a life of their own. They were mesmerizing. This small refuge was a rare, welcome solace in the darkness. If only he had found this place all those years ago in the Underdark rather than the drow city.
His thoughts were interrupted when Tav hopped down from the overlook where the sovereign resided.
She looks exhausted already.
“I think we might be on the right track.” She called out to them as she rejoined the group.
“There’s apparently some duergar nearby that have been attacking. There’s a deep gnome here who had been captured by them to dig up some ruins. The myconids are protecting her, but the duergar attacked to try and drag her back.”
“Ruins…Like a temple?” Halsin blurted out.
“Not sure, but it’s our best lead. If we can help them take care of the duergar invaders, then they may be able to give us something to help.”
He nodded eagerly, his hope for a path to Moonrise rekindled.
This has to be it. Oak Father please, let it be so.
“Karlach!” Tav yelled. “Got you a present.” She tossed a pair of boots over at the tiefling.
“Oh, swish!” She threw herself onto the ground to put them on.
“Nothing for me, darling?” Astarion batted his eyelashes at her.
“Sorry, love. I can’t hear you over the jingling of all that jewelry you kept from the Zhentarim chests.” Tav batted her lashes right back at him.
Halsin loved listening to their easy banter, despite how envious he felt. Every day was filled with little jokes and flirty teases, and not just between Tav and Astarion. He was watching all their friendships grow each day and as much as he wanted to join in, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Except with Tav.
“I thought we could set up a camp nearby, stay close to the grotto? I figure we’re as safe as we can be here. At least this group of sentient mushrooms aren’t actively trying to kill us.” Tav gestured just past the entrance to the small village. The others nodded their agreement followed her.
Everyone tossed their packs down to claim their own space. Halsin went back and forth between his companions, helping them to tie down their tents and set up a camp. As he looked around at the different tents, he couldn’t help but feel out of place. Each person had their own little space, a small refuge that showed off their individual personalities. He just had his pack, and whatever patch of dirt he would choose to reside on tonight. In his haste to join them, he forgot to account for how unforgiving the environs of the Underdark could be.
Perhaps I will have to gather materials for a tent of my own.
“Heads up!” Tav’s voice called out to him just a moment before a large roll of fabric smacked into his chest. Startled, he fumbled with it for a moment before catching it in his hands. Upon inspection he found himself holding a bedroll.
“What’s this for?” He asked, looking around to see if anyone else was waiting to receive it.
“It’s for you. It seems to get pretty cold down here, I grabbed a spare one I found at the Creche.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you, but I assure you–” Tav cut him off.
“If you don’t need to use it, that’s fine. I just wanted to make sure you could be comfortable is all.” She smiled at him and walked away without waiting for a response.
It was a simple act of kindness, one that he wouldn’t think twice about doing for someone else. Yet for some reason, it caused another stirring within him as he watched her walk away. Halsin wasn’t used to others considering his needs, especially when those others had a host of their own problems to deal with as well. While he talked with Tav the most, the others also made sure he was taken care of. They made sure he didn’t miss a meal, they offered to carry things for him, and tried to joke with him around the campfire. He knew that he wasn’t great company right now, yet they were looking after him anyway. Even though his mind was clouded and preoccupied entirely by the thought of returning to Moonrise. Almost entirely.
What space he had left in his thoughts always wandered back to Tav. Even now, his eyes were drawn to her as she made her rounds around camp. Her feet were dragging as she took the time to check in on all of her companions, yet she made time for each of them. She even took the time to talk with Withers, the strange undead who seemed to pop up wherever they camped. Lunari and Scratch trailed after her, each nipping at the other to vie for her affection. Right now, Tav was trying, and failing, to tie the canvas on the top of Gale’s tent. Her tired arms struggled with the ropes that held the structure together. Wyll came over and relieved her, allowing her a moment to rest on one knee.
Their day today hadn’t been overly strenuous, but he had a feeling that the past week or so was weighing her down. Being responsible for the wellbeing of a group such as this would be challenging on the best of days. To do so while also fighting a mind flayer parasite? The thought alone was overwhelming. His first few weeks as Archdruid were a vivid memory in his mind – the change in his relationships with those around him, the loss of so many peers, the loss of his mentor, the crushing weight of responsibility. The fatigue and doubt he felt those first ill-fated days in his position still followed him everywhere, and now he saw it in his new friend.
She was still smiling, but he caught a tiredness clouding her eyes that made the smile stale. The others were reaching out to touch her and she was once again subtly flinching away from them. She would wring her hands while talking, fidgeting with anything she could reach on her person. Halsin looked around trying to determine where she had set up her own tent but couldn’t seem to find it. Towards the entrance to their new camp, he noticed her bags lying on the ground, still packed.
Watching her exhaust herself for her companions gave him an idea. Maybe he couldn’t give her what she really wanted from him, but he could help give her what she needed. He hugged the soft bedroll closer to his chest, all of her other selfless acts on his behalf coming to the front of his mind. He thought back to the countless times before Tav that he wished that someone, anyone, would offer him the help he had so sorely needed. Karlach walked by and Halsin caught her arm before yanking his hand back from the heat.
“Karlach! If you’re done setting up, I could use your help.”
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Tav was finally able to get back to putting her own things together. At this rate, they wouldn’t have any more time today to explore some of their new leads.
We’re moving too slow…we’ll have to make up for lost time tomorrow.
She rubbed her eyes with both hands, working hard to fight off the fatigue she felt pulling at them. Lunari was still trotting alongside her, wanting more attention.
Maybe I’ll just spread out my bedroll tonight without a tent. Or maybe I can sleep in Karlach’s. I don’t think my arms could –
When she opened her eyes again, she saw a familiar tent pitched close to the entrance of their camp. Halsin was just finishing the final ties on the posts as she approached.
“What’s this?”
He greeted her with his typical fisted salute over his chest. “Oak Father preserve you, friend. We thought that you could use some help setting up for the night.”
“We?” Tav looked around, confused. Karlach’s head popped out from the inside.
“Yeah, you were so busy helping everyone else that you forgot to set up your own tent.” She beamed at her from between the canvas flaps.
“I didn’t forget…” Tav rolled her eyes. Why was she feeling so upset and flustered? They were just being helpful.
“You’re welcome.” Karlach crawled out of the tent to stand next to her.
“Thank you, really. I don’t mean to seem ungrateful, I just don’t need everyone fussing about me.”
“Then it’s a good thing only Halsin and I are over here.” Karlach teased.
Lunari ran into the tent and flopped over on Tav’s bedroll, scratching her back on the soft fabric before rolling over to lay on her side.
“I guess you’re done for the night then.” Tav sighed as she let the tent flaps fall closed over the entrance.
“I think one more night of rest could do everyone some good. Give yourselves a fresh start in the morning, you know firsthand how dangerous it can be down here.” Halsin urged.
“We’ve already wasted too much time, I can’t risk us losing any more. We should at least scout a bit tonight first, get a feel for the nearby area, make sure there aren’t any Duergar still lurking nearby for an attack…” She cut herself off to fight off a yawn. There was a headache pounding against the back of her eyes and her arms might as well be made of ooze. Halsin and Karlach shared a look.
“I’ll uh…go check with the others.” Karlach shuffled away towards the center of camp.
“Tav…” Halsin placed a hand on her shoulder. His warm hand was a welcome comfort but made it much harder to fight the drowsiness pulling at every muscle of her body.
“You won’t be of any use to anyone if you push yourself like this. I know you’re desperate to find the source of these tadpoles, but it won’t matter if you die of exhaustion first.” His voice was firm, leaving little room for discussion, but it was also gentle and full of understanding.
“I don’t have time to rest, Halsin…” She trailed off again as another yawn broke through her defenses.
“I need you to trust me, my friend. This is not a fatigue that will go away easily, but one extra night of rest may help at least clear your head.” His hand squeezed her shoulder as he talked. The motion caused another wave of exhaustion to come over her.
“Fine, I’ll talk with everyone else first and see what they want to do.” She stifled another yawn and rubbed one of her eyes. Halsin seemed content with her answer and walked with her over towards the rest of their party who had gathered in the middle of their new camp.
They were talking in hushed tones, their eyes glancing back to look at Tav as she approached.
“Oh, hey soldier.” Karlach greeted her first. “Listen, we were having a chat here and we thought well, maybe…” Tav did her best to stay alert and fight her fluttering eyelids.
“We’re fucking tired, Tav.” Astarion blurted out. “I know it’s important for us to get these tadpoles out, but I do need my beauty rest.”
“We’ve been moving nonstop for days, we’re all exhausted and lugging all of our camp supplies every other day isn’t helping. Let’s just set up a camp here for a couple of nights, give us a chance to breathe while we follow up on some leads.” Shadowheart piped up from the back of the group.
Tav let out a relieved sigh. The truth was that she was also so fucking tired. She had just been worried that the others would want to keep pressing on, that she would be seen as weak if they took too many breaks.
“Of course. If everyone needs an extra night of rest, I’m all for it.” She smiled, seeing the relief she felt wash over her companions as well.
The morale of their adventuring party seemed to improve as they started prepping the fire and dinner supplies. Having an extra night to sleep off some of their troubles was evidently just what they needed. Once again, they were able to gather around and joke over their dinner.
“Okay, what about…scars? Who has the best one?” Karlach proposed.
“Oh, yeah that’s a good one. I’m sure we all have stories to go along with the scars around this fire.” Wyll laughed.
“Shadowheart, you start!” Karlach pointed at her.
“Well, I don’t exactly remember how I got the one on my nose, or the one on my elbow. But of course, this one is a symbol of my devotion to Lady Shar.” She proudly displayed the small, circular wound on her hand. Tav felt Halsin tense in time with her at the mention of Shar.
“Boring.” Karlach declared. “I’ll go next. See this large scar running down my back?” She turned around so everyone could see. A huge wide scar ran from her right shoulder to her left hip. Despite its size, it was still hard to distinguish between it and the maze of other scars that made up Karlach’s back.
“Giant fucking Orthon tried to cleave me in two. I dove at the last second and got myself a nice deep cut, but at least I was still intact. Luckily the landscape in Avernus is shifty. A huge sinkhole opened up and swallowed the bastard whole.” She let out a wild cackle at the memory.
“What about you, Astarion?” Karlach continued prompting their companions.
“Well, I think these scars speak for themselves.” He made a delicate gesture toward his neck, causing everyone to chuckle.
“Come on, you must have others!” Karlach prodded.
“No, I’m afraid this is all you’ll get from me, darling.” Astarion’s tone was flirty and light, but Tav noticed that his gaze became distant before shifting the attention elsewhere. “What about Lae’zel? You have lines and bumps and bruises galore, surely they come with a story.”
“I suppose. See these here?” Lae’zel pointed to a couple of scars adorning her stomach, “They were from a fight with another member of my Creche. He was my first kill.”
“How old were you?” Tav asked.
“I believe I was twelve years old.”
“Twelve?!” Everyone exclaimed at the same time.
“I know. It was indeed a shame of mine to claim a kill so much later in my life than my peers.” She hung her head slightly in shame.
The rest of them shared troubled looks. Every now and then a stammer or cough would break through the silence. Lae’zel shook away the embarrassment and continued her story.
“It was a necessity. Only the strongest warriors could fight in Vlaakith’s name. I was smaller than many of the other pupils. It caused them to underestimate me…but only once.” She had a cocky smile spread across her face.
“Badass!” Karlach hollered over to her.
“And you, wizard? Any other scars besides those swirls left by the magical orb?” Lae’zel pushed the conversation to Gale.
“Oh, erm, I suppose I do have a scar from the time I was sure I could invent a new and improved Fireball spell of sorts. You see, I took the somatic component from the traditional Fireball and added a verbal component from a Combust spell. Naturally, I was trying to combine the power of a traditional Fireball with the close-range capability of a Combust. Now of course, what I failed to include in my calculations was the fact that–” Gale was cut off by a fake snoring sound.
“Sorry darling, I haven’t slept a single night in my long life, but I do believe this story is ready to put me into my first slumber.” Astarion whined from beside him.
The rest of the group erupted into laughter as Gale rested his pouting face in his palms.
“Halsin! What about you, mate, give us a story with one of your scars.” Wyll called out to him.
“Oh, I’m afraid there’s little excitement from me in that department. My life as an Archdruid didn’t leave much time for adventuring or sparring.” Halsin’s leg was bouncing next to Tav, and his hands tightened on the utensils he had been using for dinner.
“Those four grooves on your forehead suggest otherwise.” Gale prompted.
“Just a simple wildshape altercation. It happens more often than you would think.” He chuckled lightly, but Tav could hear an uneasiness in his voice. She spoke up before anyone could ask him more follow up questions.
“Oh! Speaking of wildshape, I should tell you how I got this.” Tav pointed to her cheek and nose at the long, thin indentation residing amongst the forest of freckles. Halsin seemed to relax once she interjected. His leg stopped bouncing and he turned to give her his full attention, as did the others circled around the fire.
“So, there was this woman I was seeing named Sylia. She was one of the druids I fought with when I was with the Harpers. I had–” Wyll cut her off with a sudden outburst.
“Wait, wait, wait. You’re a Harper?! Why didn’t you tell us? I’m sure you have loads of heroic stories.” His face lit up as his eager feet tapped the ground in front of him.
“Oh, I uh…” Tav was flustered all of a sudden, the Harper detail slipped out before she could stop it. “Not exactly, I…I left their ranks a long time ago.” Her voice quieted and she felt Halsin’s eyes on her.
“You left? Why?” Karlach turned next to her.
“The shadow curse.” She whispered. Halsin’s leg moved closer to hers, so they were just barely touching. It was a small gesture, but one that helped steady her breathing. “The fighting there…it was too much. I…I couldn’t stay after that.” She sighed.
As she looked around the fire, she was met with looks of understanding as everyone pondered their own invisible scars.
Another great move for morale, Tav.
Karlach spoke up again, saving the mood that Tav had driven into the ground.
“Well, that’s awfully lucky for us eh, soldier? If you had still been with the Harpers, you might not be sitting here with us. So, Wyll, tell me about that long scar down your arm.”
Tav smiled again and mouthed a silent ‘thank you’ to Karlach.
“Oh, of course! I had been tracking a devil across the countryside –”
“Yes Wyll, we all know this one. Her name is Karlach and she’s sitting right there.” Astarion had a teasing grin on his face.
“You know, Astarion, if you’re getting cranky you could always retire early for the night.” Wyll shot back causing Astarion to stick his middle finger up in the air. “Now, it was a bone devil that had been terrorizing the town of Daggerford…”
Tav laughed and smiled along as Wyll told his story. At one point she could have sworn she felt Halsin’s hand lightly graze hers. They continued sharing stories about scars and fights as everyone started to excuse themselves one at a time. Tav, Halsin, and Karlach were the last by the fire.
“Alright, my friends, it’s been a lovely evening.” Karlach stood up and stretched her arms. “But I think I hear my bedroll calling my name.”
“I agree, love.” Tav stood up with her, her stiff knees complaining at the movement.
“Sleep well, friends.” Halsin smiled up at them from his seat.
As they were about to walk back to their tents, Tav heard a soft chirping noise and some rustling in the foliage nearby.
“Shh, Shh…wait.” Tav put a hand out to stop Karlach from taking another step.
After a moment, a small beaked animal peeked its head out to look at them. Its steps were timid as it sniffed the air and nudged some of the plates left behind after their dinner.
“The cub!” Halsin and Tav both whispered, trying to contain their excitement. She gave him a confused look, he hadn’t been with them when they fought the cub’s mother. He was giving her an equally confused look.
“He’s hungry.” He whispered to her.
Tav pulled a small piece of dried meat from the bag in front of her, making sure to use slow, careful motions to keep from startling the baby owlbear. She tossed the food on the ground between her and the cub, which it devoured.
“It’s okay…” Tav kept her voice soft and low, attempting to beckon the cub closer. Halsin let out a quiet, eager sigh behind her. It was almost within reach, the inquisitive hoots getting closer and closer...
“Oh my gods, look at its little beak!” Karlach cooed next to her. “C’mere you doll!”
The owlbear cub screeched, frightened by the sudden outburst, and turned to run back into the Underdark. Tav let her head drop as she watched the creature scurry away.
So close.
“Damn it! We scared it off. Poor little beaky fella…” Karlach was pouting now.
“We?” Tav asked, arms folded over her chest.
“Well, I hope he finds his way back.” Karlach turned and retired to her tent for the evening.
Tav kept her eyes focused on the bushes where the cub retreated.
“It will likely find its way back. Once you’ve fed them, they’ll want to come back for more.” Halsin was also watching the path the cub had taken, making sure that it was gone for the evening.
“How did you know about the cub?” She turned to ask him.
“I had seen it out with the mother some time ago. I was tracking them seeing as they were so close to the grove. Plus, it’s so rare that you see a mother and cub out of the nest together, I was thrilled to find them. So few get to study the family dynamics of owlbears.” She noticed a slight change in his demeanor as he shared this. There was a spark of excitement in his voice she hadn’t heard yet in their travels.
“How did you know about the cub?” He asked.
Tav was hit with a small spike of panic. “We uh, we sort of had a run in with its mother.” She admitted as she fiddled with her braid. “She attacked us, and we ended up…killing her.”
“And the cub?”
“The cub was there, I just couldn’t bring myself to hurt it. It’s just a baby, and I don’t know I thought maybe we could…I don’t know…get it to…follow us…to camp.”
“You thought you would adopt…an owlbear?” With one eyebrow raised, an admiring smile crept across his face.
“What can I say? I see an orphaned animal and I go all soft.” Tav threw her hands in the air.
He was still smiling at her, it was a sweet smile that made her heart flutter.
“Anyway, I uh, I should probably head to bed.” She kept her eyes locked on his. Tired as she was, she couldn’t bring herself to leave his company just yet.
“Of course. Sweet dreams…” He held his gaze for just another moment before turning away to go and sit by the fire. Tav had a fond smile on her face as they went their separate ways. She looked back over her shoulder as she reached her tent. Despite his insistence that it wasn’t necessary, she saw Halsin spreading out the bedroll she had given him next to the fire.
#bg3#bg3 fan#bg3 halsin#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate iii#halsin x tav#halsin fanfic#halsin silverbough#bg3 fluff#bg3 headcanons#halsin fluff
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What would mumscarian’s future kids call them? (names like dad, pappa, etc)
I've been pondering this, actually!
Mumbo would be a simple "dad" or "father" ("daddy" when the children are really young) and they would probably call Scar the Fae word for dad/father or an affectionate parent-nickname in Fae (like how in English we might call our fathers "pops") which I haven't decided what that word is yet. But the two of them are pretty straight forward.
As for Grian, I'll either keep with the trend of language (aka "Ancient for dad") or go with papa/pa or hell maybe break expectations and the kids call him mama (perhaps me referencing Mother Spore and Mama Bird :'D) after Scar or Mumbo jokingly call him a mother hen and the kid(s) start parroting it. Grian would totally embrace it.
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facts about Mr. Grizz in my splatoon 4 concept
(drawn by @remnantleakage , I made it a png I think)
the man himself below :)
isn’t he beautiful
mr grizz / medved facts
- mr grizz and medved are separate people believe it or not, mr grizz is the dude that runs Grizzco while Medved is mr Grizz outside of Grizzco, two different people in personality and mood.
- has a burning hatred for honey and if you give him it will pretend to like it (will throw up back home, my man going thru it the honey reminds him of his dead species < 3)
- pretty smart because he wants to be, people think it's "oh cause he's autistic" but he just was intrigued in the inkling languages and got strung up in so much more, he's very intelligent whenever it comes to salmonid life and machinery
- Grizzco weapons are made with higher quality now. higher than Sheldon's quality even, medved got a licence to make em, so he uses higher materials
- fucking HHHATTTTTESSSSSS the smell of bleach, like I mean HATES
- believe it or not, has a dad bod, you'd expect him to be a fat fuck but tbh dude just eats whatever,
- his scars n damaged ear comes from his time in space, and when he was hit by a meteor.
- wears the same tie as he did years back when he was a deformed bear (he lost it in his fur :)
- he's Russian
- likes researching past mammal activity and bugs, that and humans before extinction and spores, fuckin NERDY ASS BEAR 20XXX!!!
- machinery used to repair him was built for octolings and inklings, thus the anthro like build he has today
- that and the machinery assumed his age was 25, despite him looking WAAAY older, so he's like .25 mentally I guess
- he's grizzled (НАНАННАНААННА)
- like all father figures that aren't exactly your father, he's bisexual or whatever
- once was called a BILF by the tartar equivalent of this universe, this isn't canon but it's still funny because the tartar of that world (who's now malware) thought BILF meant (bear l'd like to fight)
- he can still see in his scarred eye and can still hear out of his damaged ears he's a little blind tho and has to wear glasses sometimes :(
- if it's not obvious he's autistic (the self projection goes HARD)
- he likes salmon but likes tuna better
- is canonically 7 FUCKING FOOT AND BIG
- redeemed himself through rebuilding the salmonids homes and cities, giving most of his money to them, that and also curing all fuzzy beings, dude is angelic now
(he instead fights against Tartar's robots, which will be explained whenever | feel like it)
- he has a squidder ((twitter)) account that posts like mitskileaks or Alex Hirsch
- despite being taught modern slang by Zoan, he acts like a millennial sometimes, (no he does not like minion memes)
- rots in bed often
- is actually a huge fan of the splatoon equivalent of Mitski, yea I said it fuck off
- hates marie and deep cut due to reasons we all know, they coulda put my man in a fuckin snowglobe, (he's ok w Callie though)
- canonically speaks many languages (many years of immortality does that to you)
#mr grizz#splatoon#splatoon au#splatoon 4 concept - inkia beach#grizzco#gay gay homosexual gay#bear with depression and ptsd moment#lemme cook
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So.. hello there! I'm one of those people that usually just enjoy reading the creative stuff people come up with on your blog and not really say anything-
But all the talking about the father spore Scar au has given me massive brainrot and I couldn't help myself but draw him as a result! I thought it would be cool to share my interpretation of him with the lovely people that inspired me
(I also wrote mother spore instead of father spore because I finished this at 3 am and got too lazy to change it..so yeah)
OH MY GOD DUDE LOOK AT HIM!!! I LOVE YOUR INTERPRETATION. Oooh he looks so soso cool. Omg thank you sm for sharing an making this!! SO COOL I love his shirt- just open like that down to the corset.. Beautiful
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Brainwaves Bios: Doctor Egon Spengler (1984)
The Brain of The Ghostbusters Doctor Egon Spengler, PhD
The brains of the Ghostbusters. He designed all the team's equipment and normally comes up with the plan to trap the ghosts. Overly analytical, Egon comes off as colder and more distant than he actually is.
"I collect spores, molds, and fungus."
Name
Full Legal Name: Egon Malachi Spengler
First Name: Egon
Meaning: From the Old German name 'Egino' derived from the element 'Agin' meaning 'Edge, Blade'
Pronunciation: EH-gawn
Origin: German
Middle Name: Malachi
Meaning: From the Hebrew name 'Mal'akhi' meaning 'My messenger' or 'My angel'
Pronunciation: MAL-a-kie
Origin: Hebrew, English, Biblical, Biblical Latin
Surname: Spengler
Meaning: Occupational surname literally meaning 'Metal worker' or 'Tin knocker'
Pronunciation: SPENG-ler
Origin: German
Titles: Doctor, Professor, Mr
Nicknames: Egie, Spengs
Characteristics
Age: 40
Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns
Race: Human
Nationality: American Citizen. Born in America
Ethnicity: White
Birth Date: November 21st 1944
Sexuality: Aromatic, Straight
Religion: Jewish
Native Language: English
Known Languages: English, Hebrew, Spanish, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, Portuguese, Latin, Greek, Egyptian, Arabic
Relationship Status: Single
Astrological Sign: Scorpio
Actor: Harold Ramis
Geographical Characteristics
Birthplace: Cleveland, Cuyahoga County, Ohio
Current Residence: North Moore Street, New York, New York
Appearance
Height: 6'5" / 195 cm
Weight: 175 lbs / 79 kg
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Brown
Hair Dye: None
Body Hair: Hairy
Facial Hair: Clean Shaven
Tattoos: (As of Jan 1984) None
Piercings: None
Scars: None
Health and Fitness
Allergies: None
Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Clean
Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed (Possibly Autistic)
Medications: None
Any Specific Diet: None
Relationships
Affiliated Groups: Ghostbusters (Founding Member)
Friends: Peter Venkman, Raymond Stantz, Winston Zeddemore, Janine Melnitz, Louis Tully (Sort-Of), Dana Barrett
Significant Other: None
Previous Partners: None of Note
Parents: Edmund Spengler (70, Father), Esther Spengler (73,Mother, Née Schneider)
Parents-In-Law: None
Siblings: Elon Spengler (40, Twin Brother)
Siblings-In-Law: Eliana Spengler (37, Elon's Wife, Née Salomon)
Nieces & Nephews: Edward Spengler (4, Nephew)
Children: None
Extras
Level of Education: Anthropology PhD, Astronomy PhD, Chemistry PhD, Engineering PhD, History PhD, Metallurgy PhD, Mycology PhD, Parapsychology PhD, Philosophy PhD, Physics PhD, Psychology PhD
Occupation: Ghostbuster
Employer: Ghostbusters
Expertise:
Genius with an Eidetic Memory
Polyglot
Physicist
Mycologist
Chemist
Historian
Parapsychologist
Anthropologist
Astronomer
Engineer
Metallurgist
Faults:
Sweet-Tooth
Perceived Lack of Emotions
Doesn't Have a Driver's License
Backstory: Egon Spengler grew up with no toys because his parents didn't believe in them. For unknown reasons, he had part of a Slinky but he straightened it. On October 29, 1969, Egon graduated from Columbia University with a degree in Psychology in the faculty of Psychobiology. On May 10, 1972, Egon graduated from New York University with a degree in Parapsychology. On June 26, 1980, Egon graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology with a degree of philosophy in Nuclear Engineering. Egon was very interested in paranormal phenomenon, and worked with Raymond Stantz and Peter Venkman at Columbia University's Paranormal Studies Laboratory in Weaver Hall. He and Raymond studied paranormal literature in their spare time and were interested in theories of reincarnation. Egon developed the P.K.E. Meter to detect paranormal entities and phenomena with. Egon and Raymond were usually the first to interview case subjects, even people Peter called 'Schizos' no matter how far-fetched their stories were.
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A Love Spore-y
Summary: An arranged marriage, with the Mother Spore. A Fae dangerous, who has taken over kingdoms and infected people, turning them into spore creatures. Prince Scar is going to marry this Fae, in the hopes to 'save' his kingdom. Foolish, his father is stupid is what he is. All it'll do is kill him. But perhaps that is what his dad wants?
Mother Spore though is nothing like Scar expected, more than he thought he'd see. Scar was curious now, he wanted to know more about this strange fae.
CW: Mild Smut, at like 3/4 the way through. Mostly Fluff. Hints of abuse from Scar’s dad and mom in this. Corruption, hinted mostly. Hurt/Comfort and Fluff.
Notes: Suspend disbelief that is is totally Kingdoms and such. It’s fantasy with some modern things used. Fae act differently in here than most. They don’t use name, mostly they are immortals who are connected to the earth in this story.
this took 4 days to write, thank you @the-purp-anon and @bluiex because you both kept me motivated to write this and see it through.
Sorry if it’s rushed at the end though or in places, somethings I’m just not good at.
POV: Third (Limited) - Scar’s POV mostly
Read on Ao3?: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44129079
Word Count: 9.517
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Scar felt annoyance leak in as he schooled his features to his father's rambles. The King has decided indeed, as he just nodded. "we are to accommodate for this," his father spoke calmly while his mother, the Queen, looked off into the distance. No help at all for her son and his future. "The Mother Spore is to come here soon, and while contact will be limited between you two, we do expect soon for marriage to be possible." his father said firmly.
Scar nodded to that, "I understand Father." he said shortly, to the point, just like he was supposed to. Inside he was seething, 'for the good of the kingdom', what a joke really. His father was just saving his own ass from this new threat of the Fae creatures nearby.
Mother Spore as they were named was a fae being that has been causing issues in other kingdoms. He has taken over areas overnight, leaving mushrooms and other plants to grow behind him and an army of brainwashed beings they called 'Sporelings'. Annoyance leaked into his mind again, and Scar, Prince of this land, was to be married off to the Mother Spore in an attempt by this kingdom and others to pacify the mushroom creature.
Foolish is what Scar thought it was as if some marriage to a mere prince was enough. If anything, he was a lamb to be sacrificed in the hopes it appeased the gods. Only this time the blood to be spilled was possibly his own. Thus Scar's future was in the hands of the cruel mistress known as Fate. He was going to be meeting this Mother Spore, in the hopes that they could form a bond. Perhaps they would 'fall in love' as his father seemed to be hinting.
Or at least something akin to that thought process. Maybe they thought if Scar wooed him, he might be able to convince the fae being to not corrupt kingdoms and take over with his spores. Scar was not keen on that idea at all, getting close to a being that could mess with his head. Honestly, the thought terrified him.
He laid back on his bed with a sigh as Cub smiled at him, "It can't all be that bad your highness." he said calmly picking up the books and such for Scar to put away. Any and all things on fae, that yielded nothing that he didn't already know. "We only know what is told to us, perhaps you might be able to see something else?"
Optimistic as it sounded, Scar wasn't so sure as he huffed. "Cub, the options are either to become a mushroom slave or die by this point. Because if this Mother Spore doesn't like me, he'd no doubt kill me without thought." he grimaced, the thought of dying and being mushroom food wasn't pretty, but the other option made his stomach churn in fear.
"Then perhaps you need to work to make sure neither happens? give him a chance. You won't be around him all the time for much to happen, most will be through us servants sending letters." Cub said, and that worried Scar more, the idea Cub could be corrupted instead. He didn't want his servant, his friend, to be subjected to that.
Worry must have shown as Cub smiled again, "It'll be alright Scar, we'll get by." he promised, with cold comfort as Scar laid back down again looking at the canopy above his bed.
He couldn't imagine this Mother Spore was looking forward to this either... so guess that's one thing they can agree on for now. Though, part of him did wonder what the other might look like, act like for that matter. Bitterness grew against his father as he thought about this.
An arranged marriage with a fae! Scar lay on his side trying to get some rest, ignoring the dread that was trying to settle in his stomach. Tomorrow would be the meeting day, to make an impression and put on a show in front of people... then the process of 'getting to know' each other. Ug, part of him was now hoping Mother Spore would just take over the kingdom instead.
With these thoughts, Scar drifted into a fitful sleep that was luckily dreamless. Or maybe he did dream, of a male with a large mushroom hat on and beautiful purple wings.
But upon waking, Scar didn't remember the dream at all or even if he had one. And waking up was also met with Cub putting out an outfit for him, "Purple?" Scar asked groggily looking at the purple vest.
"Fae love the color purple." Cub said to him with a smile, "Don't worry it's just the vest, everything else is comfortable." a teasing promise as Scar huffed at that looking at Cub with a playful glare. The other knew he dressed for comfort, not for style. The style was always puffy and stuffy clothing that made him near have a heat stroke.
Things is father made him wear to show off his muscles to potential wives. Honestly, it was shocking he was agreeing to let him marry a male fae to be with. But... fae also didn't have concepts of gender that humans did.
Oh gods, would Scar end up the pregnant one if they ever did have kids? A flush was on his face at the thought of that happening. Was it even possible!?
"You alright Scar?" Cub's voice snapped Scar out of their thoughts, as he gave a high-pitched laugh saying he was fine. His servant gave a skeptical look but decided to not push it. Ignoring the red face and red-tipped ears on the prince.
The outfit was at least manageable, in other words, Scar would breathe without feeling like he was constricted. his hair was made to fluff up and frame around his jaw, and the crown on his head was the last part. Turning to see himself in the mirror he made a face, which caused Cub to start laughing.
"You look like your reflection spat on you," Cub said through snorts and giggles.
Scar wrinkled his nose, "It did!" he whined out, "Cub I look like a pinned-up peacock! Why does it have so many layers!?" he complained, though comfortable it was still hot as can be.
"It's just for the initial meeting your highness," Cub promised him with a teasing tone. Scar just grumbled finishing with the buttons and adjusting the crown on his head. Every inch of him looked like royalty, the crown prince he was, even if to him it was a fancy title while his father did all of the work. Princes were often expected to be doing other things, most of them involved fun and play rather than ruling. Scar had few classes a day to truly learn things about the ruling. Often he wondered if his father wanted him to be king or kept him around for the show.
Being royalty was something Scar didn't feel lucky to be born into on days like this. It was a life spent idling wondering if someone was going kill you. Looking at contracts of marriage and wondering which one would be the best for the kingdom. And knowing he'd have to sire a Prince of his own once the crown was on his head.
Scar would rather spend his days learning if he could, but the teachers didn't like giving extra classes. Telling him after lessons to go hunting with friends or horse riding in general. To just 'act princely' whatever that was supposed to mean.
Walking down the hall with Cub, Scar kept his head high but his eyes were cast to the floor. Dread knotted his stomach over and over, walking to meet the being he was to be married off to. The same that was responsible for the deaths of many kingdoms and kings being turned into shells of their former selves. Not that Scar cared about what happened to them, just that it did happen. The dread knotted again, what would that be like? To be controlled? Turned into something you are not? Are you aware of it? Would you be aware after? Was your mind even your own?
Fae were quite scary creatures, and Scar wasn't sure what being wed to one would mean for him. He's read stories of course, but... the real thing was baring its teeth down on him. There was no escape as he stood in front of the doors to the throne room.
He took a deep breath and felt a hand on his shoulder as he looked over at Cub who smiled encouragingly at him. Scar gave a weary smile back, and walked into the room to stride with a purpose to where his parents sat. They would be here waiting for this Mother Spore to show up... which would be soon from the chatter of the guards.
Scar tried not the fidget in place after he stood next to his dad. Sitting was unbecoming when presenting one's self to their future lover, or something like that. It was just words to him, he knew his father didn't see him as a 'Prince' he wanted, and frankly, Scar didn't see him as a 'King' so the feeling of mutual. His mother seemed to be off in her own world, as usual.
No doubt she's been drinking again, off to see more lovers, one night stands after she had him. Scar tried not to look at her, and instead think in his own world. He had heard about the marketplace wanting a new setup, to open things up more. Open roads for trade in the marketplace might things easier, and would help to bring in more to the kingdom. the buildings needed an overhaul, they were just so simple, hard to tell one apart from the other.
His mind wandered to build plans, and how he'd fix up the streets if he ever could. Only to jolt as the doors did open and the announcement was made of the Fae's entrance. He stood up straight again and tried to look presentable as he watched them walk in.
It was 3 people, one had flowers growing out of his head, a rather nice outfit on, and a very bushy mustache. The other had a flowing dress that looked like the night sky itself. They both were smiling, but Scar felt unease at the sight of the smiles. They didn't look at all warm or inviting, more like sharp, feral, and dangerous.
Then his eyes landed on the person in the middle and stared at them. They had on a large mushroom hat, moss hung down from it on the edges, creating a natural looking lacey pattern. Their outfit was simple, and not at all loud, but their wings said all of their statuses. They were huge, rather beautiful shades of purple with mushrooms on their joints of them. Shrooms even grew on the shoulders and arms of the being. There was this faint sight of purple mist, it wasn't thick, but faintly noticeable, around this person.
No doubt Scar knew who this was, and he also noticed their eyes landed on him. Green eyes met the brownish shades of purple, both regarding each other. Scar had a neutral expression, as did Mother Spore, just opting to look over each other.
They were... shorter than Scar expected, and he was fairly taller. The spore fae was also rather petite from his observations, compared to his muscles from doing so much archery. This was not at all what he was expecting. Soon their eye contact was broken as Mother Spore looked over at his father.
"Pleasure to meet you King Dorian." the voice was male-sounding, but Scar also remembered Fae did not have common concepts of gender like they did. Though Mother Spore seemed to go by 'He' and 'They' often enough from words of mouth.
His father nodded to that, "And to you, as you have already seen my son, Prince Darius." he looked over to Scar, a sharp look in his eyes. Scar tried not to scowl at the use of his birth name, but did bow lightly without breaking eye contact. He got a small one back from the fae.
Just now did Scar notice how... uncanny the other did look. The face was framed by curly brown locks, but the neck seemed longer than it should be, thinner, with a face that was as pale a porcelain glass. His father went back to talking about how he hoped they did get along.
"Yes, I hope so as well." Mother Spore said calmly, a sharper end to it, and Scar knew what it meant. The sake of this kingdom and the war was on whether or not they got along, his life, his freedom, at that. No pressure or anything.
Contact was going to be limited between them, his father was no fool about how... infectious this Mother Spore could be. Drilling it into Scar's head during the meeting that he was not to allow contact without being able to wash his hands just right after. They were not to be alone, and letters were about the only way to talk when not in the same room as many people, and all eyes on them.
They would be at opposite ends of the castle, Mother Spore getting a view of the castle gardens. And talks were formal, such as the one tonight. A small 'party' which was just the nobles, trying to make nice to it all. The two who came with the Mother were named Mumbo and Pearl, and they seemed... pleasant enough, making idle chat with others and fake laughter that sounded like bells.
Scar looked over at the Mother Spore calmly, "not one for parties?" he asked in a formal tone, as he did note that they opted instead to watch the other two fae.
A faint hum, "Seems rather extra, wouldn't you say Prince Darius?" the purplish-brown eyes didn't even gaze at him. Scar cringed at the formal use of his name.
Shifting on his feet Scar messed with his glass of wine, "I suppose." he said calmly, looking at the red liquid in thought. Parties were never his thing, they were dull, always people looking for the smallest amount of gossip. Wolves looking to pounce on the smallest instant of weakness to devour for their starved depravity.
A faint hum drew his mind back to Mother Spore, they were looking at him now. "I am curious about you." the eyes were sharp, gazing at Scar steady and unblinking. Scar stared back and gave a nod, "What are your thoughts on this arranged marriage? Surely it's more than just for power purposes."
The dilatation of the pupil made Scar think for a second, lying to a fae was never wise. He sighed, "It has to do with the war you are waging, they think this will help keep the kingdom safe." he said honestly, not meeting Mother Spore's gaze.
A pause as the Fae didn't even breathe, then hummed faintly, "I appreciate the honesty." they said to him, and Scar felt some tensions fade at how sincere their tone sounded. They were quiet again looking out at the party and the background noise of people just talking.
The first meeting, was awkward as Scar expected.
What was even more awkward was the days to follow after. Scar was to have very little contact with Mother Spore. So all contact was kept to parchments of paper that he had no doubt his father was reading thoroughly. And they were as boring as boring could get. Stiff, formal, and read like how his professors talked, monotoned that is. Scar found it took the whole day for him to even read through one without losing focus of the words on the yellow parchment.
'Prince Darius,
I find myself wondering some days about you. Do you have any hobbies or such? The servants only know so much, you seem like an enigma. Perhaps I should start? I am quite fond of nature, as one who guesses of a Fae. Flowers are quite nice, did you know are some mushrooms that can flower? Perhaps I can give you them some time...'
Scar groaned as he rubbed his eyes, he was lost in place again trying to read all that. Nature, yeah duh Fae like nature, what Fae didn't? Mother Spore didn't seem keen on details for anything, asking simple questions. Favorite things to do, opinions on different plants, and even asked about studies he was doing.
Cub gave him something to drink with a smile as Scar planted his face into the desk. "They seem quite boring," he commented casually as Scar grunted in agreement.
"Boring doesn't begin to describe them." Scar huffed with a scowl at the wall like it personally slighted him. "There is just no emotion or anything I can pick up from the letter. But, I guess I don't blame him, my father is no doubt reading them to anything to use... Ug... Nosey bastard." he growled the last part as Cub gave him a sad smile, understanding.
Who didn't understand really? His father was not a kind man to anyone. Known to yell at servants for the smallest offense. His father only ever showed up long enough for lessons, then to tell him to 'go play' or whatever. His mother breastfed him until he could be fed by himself without her, then she never touched him again. His father was also known to put horrible restrictions on hybrids and any none human creature out there. Something Scar wanted to change as kingdom... and may never get the chance to.
Messing with the quill Scar sighed heavily and wrote back to Mother Spore.
'Mother Spore,
Hobbies are a loose term for me, but I am very fond of knightship. Fighting and clashing of swords is quite interesting and gives one a sharper mind. I did not know that about mushrooms, an interesting fact you know. I'd love to hear more from you...'
Scar was in pain, metaphorically. Writing these letters to his father's approval standers, and lying on paper for the sake of not getting another scolding. He was to endear himself to his future husband. And all Scar wanted to do was hide away from the world and maybe plan his father's untimely death... he wondered if Cub would help him with that?
'Prince Darius,
You seem like the type with the muscles I saw on you. Judging by your scars you possibly have seen many battles. They tell a quant story about you, one I would like to hear. I could tell you all day about facts. Some can create their own wind you know to carry away their spores. Something I find I myself can do...'
Scar huffed as he lay on his bed, tossing up an apple in the air and catching it. The letter written out beside him, he watched the apple against the dark canopy as Cub was cleaning the room around him. Which wasn't much, Scar kept things tidy... at least the floor don't ask him about the draws to his desk and chest.
"A reply that has no merit than the last," Scar grumbled a bit rolling over on his stomach as Cub just hummed. offering no response, not that Scar wanted one. He hated this so much.
Meeting with Mumbo had been interesting, the Flower Fae as he called himself. He was pleasant to speak to, out in the gardens as the two of them talked, Pearl also joined them. Scar learned that she was Mother Spores's sister. She was a Fae of the Sky. And had beautiful wings on her back as well, they were see-through almost save for the glittery effect they gave in the sunlight.
"Oh, my brother seems interested in your letters." Pearl said cheerfully to him, "He likes to watch you when you come out here to walk around."
So Mother Spore had been watching him? Scar did come here from time to time to practice archery on the trees. That was how Mumbo came to meet him as he hit the target and the flower fae praised him for his good aim.
"Indeed, he wanted me to talk in his steed due to the contact restrictions," Mumbo said as Scar cringed a bit at that.
Pearl watched him with sharp eyes the whole time they talked. Scar was getting heavily protective vibes, she would laugh, but there was no warmth to it. Mumbo was very formal spoken and lead most of the conversation.
.... Scar was terrified of them.
'Prince Darius,
Mumbo told me you seem to like archery, i've watched you for a while now from my window. You have great aim. Care to tell me more about your skills? And I am sorry for my sister, she is very protective...'
Scar tossed the letter aside with a huff as Cub frowned at him picking it up. "not what you like?" he asked worriedly to Scar placing it on the desk.
"He lies so easily in the letters, and I hate it." not like he was any better, they both were lying to each other. It left a bitter taste in Scar's mouth as he hugged his knees to his chest. They were getting nowhere, learning nothing which the half-truths and dull lies they spoke to each other. Nothing was working, and Scar was ready to give up and just hope he died a painless death.
Cub frowned a bit, "I'm sorry Scar." he said to him, going back to dusting, "Seems the only way you are going to know anything is to talk to them. And that isn't much of an option."
Yeah, the only way he was going to know anything was... Scar looked up at that, to talk to him face to face without his father there to restrict his words. He got up, "Cub, don't wait up for me!" he said putting pillows under the covers to make it look like a person.
Cub stared at that as Scar headed out the window, "Oh... okay." was all he could say, "Stay safe!" he called out as Scar climbed down the wall like he used to do as a kid.
Mother Spore's balcony was in sight as Scar gripped the ivy, still strong as ever, which was good because the roots were pretty much in the stone walls. He started to climb and grunted a bit as he was getting scratched up. "ow..." he hissed a bit as his arms scraped the wall, the gardens were silent save for the sounds of crickets and frogs. It was dark too, but scar managed to find his way.
He grunted a bit gripping the stone with his fingers, and peered over the ledge, yelping as he was face to face with someone. And near fell if a hand didn't grab his. "What are you doing here?" Scar looked back over as he was gripping the wrist of Mother Spore. "Did you climb!?" he asked in shock helping Scar steady himself again on the vines.
He gave a tired grin, the best plan ever in his opinion. "Yeah I did." he breathed out a laugh. "I wanted to see you, without our very dull letters," he said a bit out of breath from climbing.
Mother Spore looked offended, "My letters weren't that dull... Were they?" he asked at the end with a curious look.
Scar laughed again, "Kind of yeah, but mine were too so it's fine..." he gripped the vines again, "Can you hold pull me in please?" he looked sheepish up at the fae.
A pause then a huff as the other helped yank him onto the balcony, Scar landed on the ground with a painful grunt, "Are you alright?" Mother Spore asked him with a tone that sounded like worry.
"Yeah." Scar said getting up, and dusting off the leaves and dirt. "I used to climb up all the time these walls as a kid.. though I had more energy back then." he joked looking at the scars and cuts on his arms.
A deadpanned look, "I'm on the third floor." the fae said blandly as Scar just grinned at them as the only response. They rolled their eyes, "Any reason you came to expose yourself to my spores in the dead of night?" a cross of the arms with a hard look.
Scar shrugged slightly, "As I said, I wanted to talk, face to face. Without our letters being filtered through people... I feel like I don't know you, and I want to know you." he sat on the edge of the rail with a smile.
A look of surprise on the fae's face and gave a look, of curiosity and confusion. "Prince Darius-"
"Scar."
Mother Spore looked at him at that as Scar smiled, "Prince Darius is too formal, I don't like the name. Scar is my nickname that people call me in private. So, please, call me Scar."
Silent regard of interest, purple eyes looking him up and down then nodding. "Scar." he corrected, "Well, it's a pleasure then." there was a faint smile on the pale purple lips, moving back the moss on the mushroom cap. "You may call me Grian in private, a name I use when meeting people."
Scar smiled faintly, "Grian." he repeated back, finding the name was nice, simple, and less of a mouthful too. "Pleasure to meet you too," he said back in a soft tone.
The smile turned to a grin, "Well Grian, I'm sure we both have questions, and now we can tell each other the truth." he said proudly, as Grian snorted some laughter at that.
"Was it obvious I was lying in my letters than Scar?" he asked curiously, an eye brown raised as Scar just gave a knowing smile. Amusement danced in the eyes for a moment, though Grian seemed still guarded of him. "Alright then, since you came all this way. I'll start, only polite isn't it?"
A happy nod as Scar looked excited about this, "Are you really into Knightship?" Grian asked sitting on the other side of the stone railing.
"No." Scar admits, "My father wishes I was, but I prefer archery, and I love to study buildings." he said honestly.
Surprised, and a faint hum. "I saw you doing the archery in the gardens... You really are good at it, I meant that." Grian tells him, and Scar finds he can't stop smiling now.
"Well thanks for that, I do enjoy it when people watch me, suppose I can be a show-off." he rubbed his cheek with his finger and a small flush on them. "How about you? Do you really like flowers?" he asked back.
Grian shrugged faintly at that, "Some yes, my favorite flowers are cacti ones." they say with a faraway look. "They are hard to come by, don't last more than a day or so, but big and beautiful."
"I didn't know Cactuses could grow flowers." he really didn't know that, and that was interesting to think about.
Grian nodded, the faint smile there on their face, purple eyes looked back at him again. "So you like building then?"
Scar looked excited, eyes lighting up almost, shining green, "Yes, I do. I've drawn up many plans for the marketplace to make it better..." then the smile fell, "but my father won't allow it, a peasants job he says."
The silence hung now in the air, Grian's own smile fell. "Oh." his tone laced with a strange emotion. Another pause between them before Grian broke it again, "Maybe you can show me your plans sometime? I'd love to see them."
Green eyes lit up again, Scar looked surprised. Not many took interest in his work other than Cub. "really?" hopeful and longing. "They are just drawings it all," he said quickly.
"no, I want to see them." Grian said quickly, "I... I like to make things myself, every kingdom I've taken over is well... I've made them look different, mushrooms are hard to work with to make pretty, so it takes alot of thought."
Scar watched the fae shift, their cheeks a faint purple color for a moment. "I... I could help." he offered to, swallow a bit.
"What?" confusion on their face now as purple eyes stared at him.
"I could help, draw up some ideas for you to use. Something new, challenging even." Scar told them with a smile forming again. "Something for you to help get an idea of how to draw them."
Another pause as Grian stared at that, shock on the face of the fae who let their arms uncross and grip the balcony. "I... I'd like that Scar." a shy smile at him made Scar's heart flutter for a moment.
They were nothing like he expected, yet another surprise, Grian seemed soft spoke right now, but there was a hint of something under those eyes. Mischief perhaps? Scar found himself allured by it, wanting to see it more.
The conversation continued on, the two just asking small questions, favorite color, favorite book, flowers? Do you like candy? Foods? Do fae even eat? What is your favorite subject? Do humans experience nature so little? What's the kingdom like? Do you have a favorite place to go to?
By the end of it, they were laughing at each other, Scar telling some stories of himself. "yeah these scars weren't from a battle at all, I'm just an idiot who liked Arson... and still does." he said through giggles of his own.
"You really thought explosives on an arrow was a good idea?' Grian asked with laughter between words. "Even I know fire isn't for everyone to use."
A casual shrug, "I just added a bit too much the first time, the scars were worth it though. Since then the nickname has stuck with the other knights who watched. I can laugh about it now, in the moment, it was agony." Scar admits looking embarrassed for a moment.
Grian laughed again, showing sharp teeth that were very white. Scar was grinning also at the laughter from him, finding he liked it. It sounded like bells, but in a good way. Soft, chiming and ended in a cackle that felt real to him.
After a moment to compose himself Grian was smiling at him again, "You best go to bed, it's nearing midnight." he said.
Scar blinked and did notice how tired he felt now that Grian mentioned it. Though a part of him felt sadness in his chest, to know that this night was coming to an end. "Can we do this again? Tomorrow night?" Scar asked him, as Grian smile stayed at that.
"I'd like that." Grian said to him as he walked over to Scar, "Tomorrow then?" they asked blinking as Scar took their hand and kissed the knuckles lightly.
"Tomorrow," Scar promised softly against the cool skin, looking up to see the faint purple on Grian's face again. eyes wide with suprise, but turned softer after a moment and the smile returned.
Grian watched him climb down the balcony and wave up to him before leaving through the hedge brush.
Scar laid back down on his bed with a grin on his face, his heart was fluttering in his chest and he felt warmth on his face and the smile wouldn't leave his mouth. Finding himself feeling happy and giddy for tomorrow night, wanting to hear that laughter again, wanting to listen to more stories from the fae.
The dreams were sweet that night, seeing Grian laughing in front of him, eyes alight with happiness.
'Prince Darius,
I find you very interesting to talk to. Getting to know you more has helped much with these past few days. I'd love to hear more about you, mind telling me a bit more about yourself, your traits and such? I left a gift in the letter, I hope you like it...'
Scar twirled the purple feather in his hands, a smile on his face as the scent of it was earthy but in a nice way. It was beautiful, dark purple at the end and ending in a light lilac purple at the end. It was soft to the touch, and Scar smiled as he held it in his hand. Talking to Cub about last night with a fond smile.
"It sounds wonderful Scar." Cub chuckled a bit shaking his head. "I'm glad you found a way to talk to them."
Scar sighed, dreamily and starry-eyed, "It was more than wonderful, it was beautiful Cub. They were so thoughtful in their answers and actually liked my jokes too. twirling the feather again Scar got up putting it on a string to wear around his neck, liking how it looked there.
"I can't wait for tonight, maybe was can go through the gardens and talk? I want to show him around a bit, I think he'd love the flowers there." Scar said already planning for something tonight, wanting to get Grian out of that stuffy tower, he had to not like it up there as he never seemed to leave.
Scar wrote back formally as always, but undertones of happiness for once. Enjoying writing it out, the night couldn't come faster.
Climbing once again up to see Grian was waiting for him with a bright smile. Helping him up again as Scar was grinning widely. "Mother Spore." he said in a teasing tone as Grian just gave a grin back.
"Prince Darius." Grian said back with a giggle at that, "I've missed you, the night can't come faster." his eyes trailed to the neck and brighten, "You got my gift?" he asked, tone slightly giddy.
Scar looked at the feather and nodded, "It's beautiful, I love it." he tells Grian, and blinked at the strange sound that escaped the other's mouth... a chirp?
Clearing his throat, Grian gave a shy smile, "I'm glad you like it." they said after looking away the purple flush back.
Scar felt the grin come back on his face, and took Grian's hand, "Care to join me in the gardens? We can talk as I show you around... the center of the maze has a beautiful swing." he offered, feeling the soft fingers on his own calloused ones.
Looking into those purple eyes, Grian gave a faint nod after a moment of just staring, "Yes... yes I'd love to." the voice was faint, soft, and Scar pulled to help him. The fae luckily was able to make the plants stronger, and seemed very good at climbing. Making it down before Scar did.
"Impressive!" Scar said cheerfully as Grian just gave a smirking smile.
"I'm more than a pretty face, I used to climb trees as a kid." Grian sounded proud of that as Scar let out a small chuckle eyes shining as he took Grian's hand again and lead him down the path of the maze.
The moon was full, casting enough light, and the fireflies were out, glowing over the pond they passed by. "It's beautiful," Grian said softly running a hand over the body and watching as mushrooms grew at the edge of it. His eyes shone, "Did you know some glow in the dark?" he asked Scar with the smile turning to a grin. "We have so many mushrooms in my kingdoms that glow in the dark, the light source helps new sporelings to see better so not to hurt their eyes."
Scar looked intrigued by that, looking at the ones that glowed a soft blue at the edge of the pond. "They are beautiful." he agreed as they reflected off the water. "I bet the kingdoms are pretty too with them as lighting."
Grian nodded running his fingers over the tops of their glowing shrooms. "Oh it's amazing, they glow colors of green, blue, and purple. Shining off the moss I grew in the streets, interconnecting everything with roots for easier travel for my sporelings." he explains excitedly.
Scar sat there in the grass listening to Grian ramble on, "You sound like you care deeply." he commented, "For these kingdoms you take over."
Grian paused in talking, and flushed lightly, "Well yes, they are my children now Scar. I bring them into a world where they never feel alone, and connected through the mycelium I create. I want them happy, wouldn't you want your children happy?" he asked in a softer tone than before.
staring at that, Scar nodded, he could understand that, but... He tilted his head looking at Grian, "Why take over human kingdoms then? I... I want to know, stories say you are a tyrant and user, but..." you don't seem that way, Grian was too nice, so caring, the way he spoke of his 'sporelings' he sounded like he cared so much.
Smooth brows furrowed on the fae's face, looking at the water in thought for a long time. Then a faint hum, "Connection Scar." they said finally, "People, stumble through their days, they don't feel one another other than for a fleeting moment. They are alone, and empty inside."
Sitting up to look at the moon for a moment, Grian smiled faintly, "I want to help them. I want them happy. For humans and Fae to all feel connected. Fae already does, but mortals, know so little of us. They don't understand, and I want them to... through the mycelium they can Scar, they'll feel each other, and never be alone again."
Eyes find their way to his, shining, hopeful, longing,... scared. "Do you understand?" they asked, the undertones of worry, Scar stared back at the many emotions.
"I..." Scar furrowed his brow, trying to envision what Grian was talking about. He didn't know much about love, he didn't know much about connection. He frowned a bit, "No... I can't..." he saw Grian's smile fall as he continued, "I've never understood love like that Grian."
Looking away, Scar stared at the water, eyes sad and longing, "My mother never hugged or held me after I stopped breastfeeding on her. My father is not a caring man at all. He... the only touches I've had from him sting my face after."
Fingers reach up, as Scar touched his own cheek, his eyes almost stung again at the memory. "My mother shoved me away a lot, it's hard to picture what a nice touch would feel like." he near whispered to the other "She didn't care, she loved the sex more than me, only had me out of obligation."
Scar was silent again, eyes cast down still, his hand lingering on his own cheek, "I'm sorry Grian." he whispers, "but I don't understand, ... I wish I could."
The silence was thick, Scar didn't want to look at Grian to see the sadness on his face that he didn't know, didn't understand, couldn't understand.
Fingers found his, cool, smooth, soft. Lacing them together and another hand took his chin gently to turn Scar to face Grian. "You don't know love?" Grian asked in a sad tone, eyes hurt and glassy. Scar shook his head mutely, as Grian frowned a bit, "Love is... complicated, it comes in many forms and words and gestures... Kisses are one form."
"Kisses?' Scar echoed to him.
Grian looked at him for a long moment, "Do you... want to try?" they asked, the voice near a whisper, waiting for the okay, wanting to take it in Scar's time.
Swallowing again, Scar nodded faintly as grian's thumb rubbed his cheek, tender and careful over his skin. It was so... nice, Scar's throat closed up at the feeling. Grian leaned forward slowly, they stared for a moment, feeling each other's breath on their faces. Then the gap closed.
The lips on Scar's were... soft, nothing he's felt before. They pressed slow, carefully, feeling the creases in them. Like flower petals on his face. Lasting a few seconds, and making his head spin for a moment. Grian pulled away, looking at him as Scar stared back eyes half-lidded, warmth filled him, he liked the feeling. And he wanted more of it.
Grian stared, their noses touching, a gentle and sweet silence between them. Scar looked into the purple eyes, "Can we do that again?" he asked in a quiet voice, longing.
The answer came in another kiss, longer, passionate. Grian moved their lips together. They pushed together, Grian's legs coming up, one around Scar's own, the other holding him upright. Scar moved with it, just doing what felt right, slow at first but grew in heat. The sounds of their lips parting from time to time as they kept going.
Scar wasn't sure how long this lasted, but after Grian pulled away, his vision was starry. He gave a doey-eyed smile, and Grian was smiling back as they panted for a moment. Scar grinned faintly, "Love is... very strange." he admits, as Grian giggles in agreement.
And after a while stand back up to keep walking, Scar feeling warmth in his chest as they walked and just talked of things. Scar told about the gardens a bit and himself, while Grian excitedly shared more plant facts, mostly mushrooms, with him. Scar found himself smiling as he just listened. "It all sounds so wonderful when you talk about it like that."
Grian shrugged at him running hands over the willow tree branches, Scar watching as they almost seemed to glow brighter green. "You don't seem afraid of it," he commented back, a curious look over their shoulder at Scar.
"I guess," Scar gave a lop-sided smile, "The way you talk about it makes it less scary... I find I agree with alot of what you're saying."
Grian didn't say anything, the smile said it all, happy, content, loving. As they walked back to his room again, the moon was high in the sky again, "I enjoyed tonight." the fae tells him, as they were holding hands still.
He rubbed his thumb over Grian's own, "I did too." Scar said back, as Grian and he just stared, no words just the calming sounds of the night. Neither wanted to say goodnight to the other, Grian squeezed his hand and Scar squeezed it back.
Grian leaned closer and kissed him lightly again, "Goodnight Scar." he whispers, Scar's face breaking into a smile.
"Goodnight Grian." he said back watching the spore creature climb back up to his room.
With a kiss to the hand and a wave, Scar left back to his room. His smile never once left, even when he crawled into bed to sleep. He still felt the softness of the other's lips on his own.
Love made his heart flutter, it made his body warm, it made him hum like an idiot in his room. Wondering how Grian was doing, could they dance? Would he dance with him? Wondering if Grian would like a ring?
Spending the next few nights showing his plans for the market. Chattering together, laughing as they came up with plans together. Grian just chats away about anything that came to mind, and Scar listens with a dopey smile on his face.
"I wanted you to have this," Grian said one night, the night before the wedding was to happen. Scar looked over curious at that, from where he was drawing their ideas for a marketplace together.
He turned around and blinked curiously at the object. It looked to be a hat, having a large brim, and a tall head on it. it was soft brown in color with a purple ribbon at the base. Moss grew in patches on it, and mushrooms also of many types all small in size.
Scar took it in his hands looking it over and feeling the soft material. It was woven by hand no doubt and made his chest feel warm that Grian made this for him. "I love it," he said as Grian watched with a smile as Scar put it on his head.
It was a snug fit, just the right size, and looking in the mirror it looked amazing. Scar smiled at how strange his reflection looked with it on, but the smile paused on his face. Something felt... weird.
The sensation was on the top of his head, tickling lightly, like someone messing with his hair. Prickling almost like something popping on his head. A wave of calm though came with it, as Grian's hand again found his. fingers lacing together as he looked at the Mother Spore.
Love. Love. Love.
It crashed over Scar's body like warm water for a bath, he stared into the purple eyes as the feelings were strong. They.. were from Grian! Love, affection, want, passion, possessiveness.
Lips met his again and Scar kissed back easily, finding he knew exactly what Grian wanted of him. Pulling back after a moment as he blinked, "What?" he could only ask.
"You said you wanted to feel what being Connected was like... the hat I made you connects you to me," Grian told him, leaning their head on Scar's chest. Holding his hand and the feelings rushed over Scar, everything Grian felt for him, and Scar found he was returning them. He heard Grian sigh happily against his chest, their emotions tangled together, and Scar closed his eyes to it.
After a long moment, Scar looked at Grian, "The wedding is tomorrow." and Grian hummed faintly to that, both of them were not sure what they'd do after that.
A pause of silence, the emotions lingering between them, Scar found he liked the feeling. The roots in his head kept the hat snugly in place, connecting him to Grian, letting him feel all of this... But this was only a taste, right? Only a small bit of what it meant to be Connected.
He understood now what Grian meant by 'Empty' before. Scar wanted more, he wanted to feel it all, feel it with Grian, all he felt and more.
The hand squeezed his own, "Really?' Grian asked back to him, eyes looking up, pleading and lustful.
Scar squeezed it back, "Really." he smiled at them, longing, wanting, please, he wanted more.
Grian leads him by his hand, over to the bed, pulling Scar to follow. Which he did, no questions asked. Trust. Trust. Trust.
Lips met his again as they kissed slowly, Grian messing with his nightshirt. Moving it off his shoulders, touching against the skin slowly. Scar shivered, laying back on the bed as Grian was on top of him. "Fae love differently than mortals." they told him in a hushed tone, "You are mine after tonight Scar, you understand this?" he looked firm with those beautiful purple eyes.
"Yes," Scar said back in a surety tone, he wanted to be Grian, he wanted to be his forever. "Make me yours, and you be mine." another kiss at the words, a smile against his lips, bitting at the lower lip now.
A soft moan escaped Scar's mouth as Grian moved down to kiss his neck. The purple mist was coming off Grian now, Scar inhaled it, it make his head spin, his body arched into Grian's hands.
The emotions from Grian were overwhelming, swirling with his own as Grian moved his hands down. Scar groaned as they palmed him through his pants. Heat rushed through him, keening into the hand as Grian chuckled against his neck.
"Like that?" a teasing tone as Scar whined softly, "Good boy, let me take you in, let the mycelium love you as I love you." a kiss on his forehead as Grian opened his pants, and somehow his clothing just vanished off him.
Scar stared in awe at the other chest and one down as grian snickered kissing him again as he rubbed up against Scar. Etching out moans between kisses, it was hazy, he was rubbed all over. Prepped at one point as fingers stretched him open, making lewd sounds as Grian rubbed his insides.
"You'll be perfect soon Scar, connected and loved..." the purple eyes glowed as slowly Grian pushed inside him, making Scar toss back his head with a moan. Feeling how Grian fit snugly into him, each pulse of the dick inside him.
"G-Gri-." he stuttered out between moans and mewls as the other thrust into him. Scar kissed Grian again, hand petted his hair, the two were panting, foreheads together, their hats brushing also as their hands linked.
"Our Father Spore." Grian whispered, his voice off, like many overlaying it. Groaning as they kept going, Scar's own cock bounced a bit with each thrust.
So many emotions, so much to take in, the room was covered in purple spores as Scar breathed them in. The earthy scent that he liked about Grian filled his lungs. Then Grian grunted and pushed up as Scar also felt his breath hitch.
Warmth was on their stomach as Scar came, the ball of heat inside him uncoiling. And warmth was also inside him as Grian was taking deep breaths.
Father. Father. Father.
Scar took deep breaths with Grian looking into his mate's eyes, kissing his head lightly as Grian smiled. The passion was still high between them though, even as Scar felt the threads link through his system. Another deep breath of purple spores and he smiled again. "I can go all night," he told his lover, his Mother Spore.
The eyes lit up again, as Grian looked eager. "So could I." they agreed and shifted a bit making Scar groan.
The maids would hate them in the morning.
Scar was grinning at Cub as he adjusted the outfit, "I look forward to today." he tells him, and he senses Cub. He never would have guessed the other was part of the hivemind. But it explains alot of how Grian knew about him and his father.
Cub grinned at him, "We all are." he said dusting off Scar's shoulders, "I'm happy for you both, Grian deserves someone who will love them for them."
Warmth filled him, he could feel Grian's love, he could feel Mumbo's approval, and Pearl's giddy excitement. It was amazing, he could feel them all, who they were, and what they felt for him. Love. This was love, and Scar could say he was addicted to it already.
"Tonight the kingdom is ours, Father," Cub smirked up at him as Scar agreed. Tonight, he and Grian would bond, and tonight, his father would die. Excitement, Pearl was giggling in his head. Kill them. You deserve more than them.
And he did, Scar truly believed that as he walked to the throne room for the party, to wait for his lover at the top of the stairs. He held back a smirk, watching the people below, the empty ones, some would be spared, others would not. No filth would taint their sporelings. Grian was giggling in his head, which made Scar smile more.
After a while, he turned and smiled at the radiant creature coming to him. "My love." he breathed out holding his hand, as Grian took it. "You are so beautiful."
A smile, love, love, love, "I am beautiful? you are more so than me, my handsome Daddy." he teased, making Scar blush green around his cheeks, something glamor couldn't hide.
Looping his arm around Scar's own, and a kiss on the cheek, "Tonight my handsome, tonight is our night." the eyes glowed, and Scar was grinning along with Grian.
"Anything for you my pretty bird," he whispered back as they walked down together eyes watching them. Both smiling, walking together arm and arm. Across the floor and up to the King and Queen. Cold eyes looked at Scar, looking them both over and judging them. Scar just smiled with a bow.
"Father." He said in a calm tone, "As promised, a marriage." Scar smiled at Grian who smiled back. His father narrowed his eyes and did not speak for a moment. No doubt the man was trying to find any fault, any reason to scorn his son. Not that Scar cared, as the hand in his own. Feeling Grian in his head, loving him, smiling at him. His feral energy, wanting to devour, to tear, to bring this kingdom into his. Possessive. Scar loved them dearly for it.
"And of the war?" He asked in a gruff tone, eyes gleaming at them.
Scar looked at Grian with a smile, as his lover nodded with a slight incline of the head. Turning back to his father he smirked, "It ends tonight of course," he could feel their hunger, eyes all around, the Fae waiting to devour. His sweet sporelings were hungry, and what kind of Father would he be if he didn't spoil them a bit?
"Good." Short and to the point, Scar nodded in agreement.
Yes, it was very good, so good, Scar felt his grin grow, almost inhuman. This man had hurt him, Grian growled in his head in agreement. They both had hurt him, they both were unworthy, the mycelium didn't want them, it wanted their blood though.
His eyes grew greening, pupils slitting like a cat. He watched his father gap a bit as his sharp teeth grinned at him, "It ends with your blood to feed my lovely mycelium, father." he spat out the word.
Like ravenous animals, the sporelings descended, people started to scream, and glass shattered. Scar towered over his mother and father who were on their feet.
Their son stood there, taller than before, he still had muscles, but his waist was a little thing. A lean build really. Ear pointed up, and eyes glowing almost. Mushrooms grew on his shoulders, and he grinned. The wings on his back were boney, and a transparent blue color as they flapped. For show really, Scar felt the tensions fade. Glamor was a pain, no wonder Grian looked tired some day before last night. Hiding this took work.
Beside him, his lover, his beloved Mother Spore. Slightly taller too, shark-like teeth and bright purple eyes with large purple wings that had mushrooms on them as well. Powerful, free, magic tangled the air, they were free, free to do as they wanted. Their Sporelings were hissing, growling, laughing. Such children some were, but Scar felt fondness that he sent out getting a happy feeling in return.
They were terrifying, smelling the fear the King and Queen gave out. His father opened his mouth to yell at him, but a clawed hand gripped his neck harshly, cutting off the rant that the man was no doubt about to do. A rush of power, Scar had the man's life in his hands, he grinned, dark, hungry, this man would die tonight at his feet.
"You have no power anymore over me King Dorian," Scar growled out, green spores rushing around him. "You will be devoured by my shrooms, to feed the earth and their strength. Best fate I can give for filth like you." the claws dug in drawing blood.
Grian was gripping his mother hard as she was sobbing and crying. Scar felt no remorse for them though, they only cared for themselves, never for him, never for Grian, and never for his sporelings. she watched him be hurt, watched him beg for affection, watched him cry, and always told him to shut up. Shoving him off, and turning her back to him. To go with other lovers, to turn to a bottle, and to only ever give him a contempt scowl.
Blood was on the ground, and as the screams did die down, there were new connections being made. Some passed out as the mycelium took hold of their bodies, pulling them into the comfort and love of the hivemind.
Scar took a breath looking at the blood of his father on the ground, as the mushrooms grew out of the still-warm body. eating at the skin and decaying it quickly.
Grian touched his cheek looking at the loving purple eyes. "I love you," he told him, though the words need not be said, Scar could feel them.
"I love you too." but it felt nice to say them, felt nice to speak them. Affirmation, a dedication out loud and in their heads, as he took Grian's hand and lead him to the floor. A hand on the waist, on the shoulder, as Grian smiled ever so lovingly up at him.
One two three. They stepped together around the floor, while their children happily fed and watched with smiles.
Mumbo was humming to himself with a fond smile as Pearl was too, watching the two be lost in each other's gaze. Their kingdom would no doubt flourish under them, and expand ever more so.
Green and purple spores filled the room with an earthy scent that was sweet as can be. Scar smiled lovingly as he kiss Grian softly.
He was happy.
#tw corruption#tw mild smut#tw mild body horror#hurt comfort#fanfic#hermitcraft#hermitshipping#mother spore grian#father spore scar#grian#goodtimeswithscar#scarian#mumbo jumbo#pearlescentmoon#arranged marriage
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Father Spore Sneak Peak!
One thing I’ve always struggled with in this AU is how the other hermits join and who are the first few. I suddenly got an idea for a scene and had to write it. This will how things will go in the full book, but since it’s still a while away it might be very different.
Since Stress quite literally fell into the Mycelium Resistance HQ in canon, why not have her find their base here!
Since this AU hasn’t gotten an update in a while, I decided to post a part of this.
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“This is a horrible idea,” Grian says, fidgeting with his oxygen tank.
“Well, we’re not getting anything done sitting around,” Stress replies.
He turns around to meet her eyes, “walking into the heat of doesn’t seem like the best idea still.
Careful songbird, Scar says, don’t discourage her too much.
If I don’t try, it will be suspicious, Grian counters. Scar just hums in response.
“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”
“I’m not just going to let you go in alone,” Grian tells her, forcing a type of resignation into his tone. “I can’t tell if not telling anyone is a good or bad idea,” he mutters.
“Elaborate?” Stress answers, turning around to do final checks on her oxygen tank.
“Good since if others knew they would definitely stop us, bad since if something happens no one would know,” Grian explains, although the bad is actually very good here. Stress disappearing but Grian not would cause too many suspicions since they were last together.
“Well, we’ll just have to make sure nothing happens,” she puts on the tank and easily secures it, “are you all set?”
“Yup,” Grian replies, putting on his own very sabotaged air tank. The idea of breathing in very filtered air does not appeal to him. He may not breath out spores like Scar does, but breathing in extremely filtered air still isn’t comfortable to him. “Let’s get this over quickly.”
“Yup,” Stress replies, leading them straight towards mycelium territory. Grian follows after her silently. Having been right beside it, it doesn’t take them too long to reach the main forest they reside it. Only a few steps inside she breaks the silence, “mask on.”
“Yeah,” Grian quickly puts on his mask and turns on the now nearly empty air tank, cringing as he breathes in the air. He takes out the notepad and pen he brought along, writing out the observations Stress is making. He doesn’t make any observations himself, knowing this place inside and out.
Grian stays completely silent as he follows Stress, not really focusing on the surrounding area. He’s also zoning out from the hivemind since it’s mostly just Scar keeping everyone out of sight from Stress for now. Until Scar himself decides to join them, at some point in time.
Grian doesn’t notice where they’re going until Stress stops and trails off, “…woah.”
Grian looks up a makes a noise in surprise, staring around at a very familiar area. Stress walked straight into their home camp.
Finally realized, dear? Scar murmurs into his mind.
What’s your plan here? Grian replies, still in shock.
Just wait, he replies.
Grian huffs mentally and follows Stress further in, who is looking around in awe. “This place looks incredible,” she says.
“Yeah,” he whispers, mimicking the tone he had when he first saw the place.
Stress doesn’t look back at him, continuing on forwards, “I had no idea that a place like this could even exist.” She turns a corner and immediately screams.
Grian hurries to catch up, but stops when he sees Scar standing in front of them, a wide grin spread across his face, “why hello there.”
She takes a step back, “you- Father Spore-“
“The one and only,” he replies cheerfully, taking a step closer to them.
Stress goes to take another step back, but Grian puts a hand on her shoulder to stop her. She looks behind her, eyes wide, “Grian?”
He grins, “we can’t have you leaving just yet.” As if to solidify where he stands, he removes his mask and drops the air tank. “Since you’re here, why don’t we have a chat?”
#father spore spy au#my writing#my snippets#the air tanks and masks are because the forest is just heavily contaminated with spores#not to mention that they all know that Scar produces them#so it’s one of the safety precautions to not be contaminated here#as it stands Stress is pretty safe from being turned#but if she removes the mask or the air tank runs out… :)
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Taking my own advice and trying more writing. Bringing back my Mumbo is Father Spore thoughts for this! At first it was going to be smut but turned into some soft. This was going to be sent to Bluiex's blog but it won't let me. So you guys get this instead
Check the Father Spore tag on @bluiex blog to learn more
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The pile of papers seemed to be endless. Roads needed to be built, people needed to get shop permits, lighting, complaints, and so much more.
If he had known just how much there was to do as mayor. He would have rethought running for mayor, not that he didn't love Hermitcraft and the hermits. He did, just the work was so much more than expected.
Rubbing at his eyes Scar looked out the window trying to figure out how many nights it has been since, since he's had a goods night sleep. To many at this point he figures, sighing he turns back to the mound of paperwork that isn't going to take care of itself.
He was starting to miss the days before his mayoral ship. And missing his friends he hadn't seen since he became mayor. He was busy sure, but never to busy to see Grian and Mumbo. Who knew what those two were getting up to since.
Resting his cheek on his fist he stared at the papers before him. Before long his eyes slipped close, sleep finally catching up to him. He wasn't sure how long he was out until he felt a hand on his face gently caressing his cheek. Humming softly at the feeling Scar's eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to focus on who was in front of him.
"There you are."
A soft voice coo'd at him, continuing to carcass his cheek.
"We were worried about you for a moment."
'We?'
Scar's eyes snapped open finally focusing on the figure in front of him. Mother spore had made themselves comfortable on his desk. And was the one who had woken him up, jerking back he looked around the room for the other person.
Sitting on a couch he had in his office that he'd use for naps at time. Scar spotted Father Spore sitting silently watching him, small smirk on his face. When had they entered his office?
Flustering for a moment Scar found his footing looking back at Mother Spore.
"Come to corrupt me Mother Spore? Or am I just lucky and getting a late night visit?" Scar forced a smile, this was the last thing he needed right now.
Mother Spore huffs at his question, hopping off the desk before making their way to his side.
"Now where would the fun be in that Scar? We'd rather you be awake for that. Besides, we did have other plans but." Mother Spore leaned in closer, causing Scar to lean back some in return.
"When was the last time you slept?"
Scar blinked back at Mother Spore, what kind of question was that. Why would Mother Spore care when he slept, even better question. Why wait to try and corrupt him when they could take what they wanted.
It was then he got a good look at Mother Spore, it must have been obvious that it clicked who Mother Spore really was. Since Mother Spore, no Grian chuckled softly at his expression. Scar quickly glanced over at Father Spore too before looking back at Mother Spore.
Now he knew why Grian and Mumbo had gone quiet, they were the leaders of the resistance. Swallowing hard he locked eyes with Grian, who was now looking at him worried.
"Scar, have you been getting any sleep?" Grian's previous teasing tone now gone.
"A little." Scar mumbled in return. "There's just so much to do as mayor you know, theres -"
Before Scar could start rambling Grian pressed a finger to his lips stopping him. Grian felt cooler to the touch than Scar could remember, not that he had memorized that before.
Grian tutted at him before grabbing his hand and spinning his chair, so that Scar now faced him.
"That won't do, now come on."
Grian tugged Scar's arm gently trying to coax him up, which Scar should have protested. But the news of who Mother and Father Spore was with the lack of sleep was catching up to him. Grabbing his cane he let Grian help him up.
It wasn't long before Grian was leading him to the couch, sitting down at the other end. Grian patted him lap after pulling Scar down to sit. Scar gave Grian a puzzled look which got a small sigh from the man.
"You are going to take a nap, now come on."
Grian patted his lap again, leaving no room for Scar to protest. That didn't spot his face from heating up just a little. If Grian or Mumbo noticed they didn't say anything.
As Scar laid his head down in Grian's lap, Mumbo pulled his legs up into his lap. Rubbing slow circles against his aching legs. Scar couldn't help the soft sigh he let out as he got comfortable. He missed this, missed them.
As Mumbo massaged his legs, Grian started to card through his hair. Causing Scar's eyes to flutter shut, exhaustion settling in. He hadn't noticed just how tired he was until now. Yet something Grian said wouldn't let his mind finally shut down. Peaking an eye open to look at Grian.
"What did you mean that you two had other plans?"
Mumbo finally made a sound, laughing at Scar's question. Grian grinned down at him, mischief dancing in his eyes.
"Don't worry about that right now, Scar, maybe if you are good for us and sleep. We'll show you what plans we had for you later. For now, sleep."
The way Grian purred that at him made his face warm. It was a promise he'd like to find out later, for now. He nodded listening to Grian closing his eyes falling in to a deep sleep.
"Scar? Scar!"
Scar jumped when someone yelled his name. Blinking at the person who was calling him, he seen Bdubs bending over him staring at him.
"Did you sleep in your office?! Scar! You need to stop pulling so many late nights and go home to sleep!"
Bdubs scolded, continuing on about how important sleep was as Scar set up looking around the room. Grian and Mumbo were long gone by now, Scar wondered if he had just dreamt them being there that night. How lonely was he to dream about them.
That was until he finally got Bdubs to end his tirade with the promise of taking today off and go get some rest. Upon his desk was a small note, folded in half.
Opening it up was a small note, a promise from Mother and Father Spore that they will see their favorite Mayor later. So it wasn't a dream after all, with a smile he left for home. Ready to see his cat and his bed.
Unknown to Scar, there was far more waiting for him at his house. The two who had made the promise to see him again, had plans to keep that promise sooner than later.
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I think this is the longest I've wrote for the blog LMAO. Mumbo doesn't talk much here since he didn't really need to but sure he has more to say to Scar when he gets home <:3c
Hopefully this makes sense LOL I started to get tired near the end I still see Grumbot pointing him towards the block that will turn him. Making him Father Spore, who Grian follows quickly after they end up losing
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Hey bestie just wanted to send you this fanart of your Father Spore Scar cause (respectfully) I need him like I need air <3
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Scar
(Sorry for mistakes )
There are days when Strag looks at his scars from many battles, or times when the Dream Creatures have dealt him some damage. That day was no exception. It was a beautiful sunny day, the water in the river was warm and pleasant. Strag had just finished his night patrol and decided to take a bath before going to sleep and rest.
Underling Magi found a wonderful place, surrounded by trees. Taking off his boots and mittens, he left them near the root of a great oak tree. Taking off his shirt, the first thing he saw were his biggest scars, which gave him not only physical but also mental pain, these scars are like burns. But he didn't get them at Cald or anywhere else. He received these scars from a very dangerous type of fungus, which entered his body through spores and slowly killed him from the inside.
Strag remembered how it hurt like today.
Memory
In the dead of night, among the forests of Naroom, guards were walking in one of the settlements, and lights were shining in several windows of the houses. Shadow Stalker was lying in bed with other Underneath magi who had also contracted the same fungus while saving their homes. Strag couldn't sleep, because of the pain, his lungs are burning, he can feel the fungus digging into his skin using it to grow bigger and bigger. His lungs could no longer exercise, the pain was getting worse and worse. Strag raised his still healthy hand and placed it on the head of his best friend and partner, Freep, who was sleeping with his face buried in the blanket, a relic around his neck that allowed him to stay here longer, and without expending energy. Underneathian patted his friend's head gently.
Strag turned his head and saw several more beds where several of his acquaintances were sleeping, some of them fought side by side with him against Chur, some were his classmates in school, and some were just former fans of his.
-If … I were a little stronger … - said the hunter quietly, after which he began to cough hard, it was worse than all the pain he once experienced. Coughing with fungus-infected lungs was the worst. When the coughing stopped, Strag looked at his hand, which had a spot of red blood with purple drops. - No… my goal is to survive until morning… Tony and Eden will come with medicine in the morning… I must survive.
Suddenly the window opened. Strag instantly looked there and saw a black silhouette in the moonlight. The teenager was about to press the crystal that would inform Strom of danger or help, the crystal was above his head, he had almost reached it when he was suddenly stopped by another hand, larger and yellow, but with native warmth. Strag turned his head and saw the features he was used to seeing since childhood, and the same scar on his face.
- Stery?
- I see, you look bad at all, little brother.
Strag was happy to see native face, but then his eyes were filled with tears of pain and anger, because his older brother had been serving Agram for almost a year and was a Shadow Magi, but then why were his brother's eyes the same as they were before. Those brown eyes that he inherited from his father, and not the blood red they were? Is his brother becoming normal? Will he leave that evil? If not, Stery must fulfilled his task, because of which he had to swear with his family, to make his brother hate him, to make his mother shed tears, and to bring his father to silent anger, and to make his people hate him . He had to do it to be closer to Agram and his new plans. Stery looked at his brother with tears in his eyes, after which he put his hand on his chest.
-You have to live for them now - Stery held his brother's mouth with one hand and the other on his chest. - I cast, a transmission spell.
At this moment, Strag felt a slight relief in terms of breathing, but it was at this moment that he lost consciousness, and already woke up in the morning when he heard shouts of joy from the yard. The teenager took a breath, it didn't hurt as much anymore, his chest hurt less, and he could breathe more freely. The young man took off his white shirt and looked at his chest, the infection became less, before going to sleep the purple infection covered almost all of his chest, and now only half of it. A transmission spell, special in that the caster can transfer another person's illness or injury to themselves. While Strag was pondering this information, several nurses came into the room and brought mugs on a tray with a substance that shone like gold and was warm, because steam was coming from it. After taking the medicine, the infection hardened, and after a few days it fell off, leaving damaged skin.
End of memories
Strag sat down on the ground with his back against the same oak tree. He tightly squeezed his hand over the scar on his chest. Salty drops of tears fell on the ground.
-Why… why Stery… he's the Shadow magi… why did he save me, I'm his enemy now… - Strag quietly asked himself. His Moonsense gave him a signal that someone was approaching, the teenager wiped away his tears and grabbed one of his gloves, and when he saw who it was, he smiled.
-Hey, Strag, did you decide to go swimming without us? - shouted Tony loudly with a wide smile.
-That's for sure, but it's better to let Tony go into the water first, because of his stink all the fish will float belly up. - Eden joked about her style.
-HEY!!! It will not prevent you from bathing, otherwise the dirt on you will soon come to life.
-What did you say?!
While teenagers were swearing, a phrase sounded in Strag's head: "You have to live for them now." He understood what this phrase meant, and it healed the wounds in his heart that could not heal for a long time. Shadow Stalker laughed loudly and this caught the attention of his friends, now all three of them were laughing.
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