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frozenjokes · 2 months

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Another Much Needed Follow Up About Love and Aromanticism, Where It’s Time We Cleared Things Up. Oh, And Mumbo Is Here Too.

this fic can be read on its own as a one shot, but I would recommend reading this first, as the context provides a little more insight on why the characters are reacting the way they do to each other

Over the course of a couple weeks very little changed. Mumbo spent the majority of his time planted in one place, anchored somewhat in the shallows so he could lift his head and listen to what the humans were doing on the days they came around. As much as it pained Mumbo to be so still so much of the time, it was a necessary evil if he ever wanted to heal, and he very much did. It didn’t matter how little he moved his tail at this point, anything he did would only result in his condition worsening.

If it wasn’t for Scar, he would have left a while ago. The humans didn’t come every day anymore, but they came often enough, and they certainly noticed Mumbo’s lack of activity. Grian tended towards keeping his distance, which didn’t bother Mumbo at all, but Scar really went out of his way to be there; sitting close (a gesture Mumbo was beginning to mind less), bringing him human trinkets to look at and play with (always exciting), but most importantly Scar brought food, and a lot of it at that; Mumbo wouldn’t have been able to stay without it. He often wondered where Scar got the many bags of fish he brought; it wasn’t all very fresh, so it was probably supplied from a human stockpile, but regardless, Mumbo was grateful. He wasn’t often in the best of moods and didn’t speak very much despite the fact he was sure Scar would have been ecstatic to talk with him, but he hoped regardless that Scar knew how deeply grateful he was.

Today, Scar and Grian were sitting on the shore together, shoulder to shoulder as they bent over one of their human activities. The first time Mumbo saw them drawing together, he had asked to see (saying ‘What’ over and over again seemed to have gained several different meanings over the weeks), but Scar had showed him that the paper they wrote on got ruined in the water, ripping easily, so it wasn’t something Mumbo could learn about personally. That was okay though, he was content to watch.

“Okay,” Scar began tapping the writing utensil (‘pencil’) to his lips, “Do we have anything to revise about the list this week? I don’t think very much new has happened.”

“Read it again, will you?”

“It’s right here in front of your face, do I really have to?”

“We’ve been over this Scar, I’m conditionally illiterate. Like right now, you got me up early and I’m tired and the words are so far away and I don’t want to. Also your handwriting is atrocious.”

“I’m tired too! It’s not my fault my fish guy needed me to show up at 6 AM.”

“You have a car, Scar. And a license.”

“Oh hey! Look at this cool list!” Scar directed Grian’s attention back to the paper, Grian only rolling his eyes before letting Scar continue. “Well, I won’t go into detail on my notes about what he eats because that’ll just bore you, but to put it simply, basically everything that’s got meat on it. Fish, shellfish, red meat, chicken, mostly just fish is what I’ve been giving him though, since I’m assuming that's what makes up most of his diet. Want to make sure he gets all the proper nutrients, you understand, you understand.”

“Uh huh.”

“As for ‘Likes,’ we’ve got fish, human stuff, Scar, Grian-”

“Scar first?” Grian cut his friend off with a raised eyebrow. Scar blinked several times before answering.

“What?”

“Scar, Grian. You put your name before mine.”

“Well this list wasn’t meant to be in order, but if it was, my name would absolutely go before yours.”

“What! No it wouldn’t. He likes us equally. Mumbo and I have a mutual understanding that we do not want to be anywhere near each other most of the time. We respect each other. From a distance.”

Scar smirked, throwing Mumbo an amused look as if he understood anything that was going on. “You know if you wanted to you could also bring him gifts and stuff. Nothing is stopping you. You could even bring him his fish if you wanted to, he wouldn’t know the difference. I wouldn’t care. There’s really nothing to be afraid of, especially now when he’s so docile like this.”

“I’m not afraid of Mumbo.”

“No?”

“If anything, he’s afraid of me, Scar. I got him in that net, I’ve gotten close to killing him a couple times- he knows it, Scar, he knows. He knows what’ll happen if he steps out of line, that’s what. I told him. I told him all about it.”

“Did you now,” Scar chuckled, nudging Grian playfully, “Well in that case, I’m definitely sure he likes me more. And I’m sure you’re perfectly content with being feared, but if you ever change your mind, I’d be happy to help.”

Grian huffed, “I won’t. Continue though.”

Scar lingered for a moment, a gentle fondness etched on his features before turning back to the paper, reading, “Well, he plays around with those vines and roots and things sometimes, he clearly is very curious, he likes to learn, and I think he likes birds, but he might just be staring at them because he wants to eat them. I put bugs in our ‘Neutral’ category since every time I try to give him a bug he just eats it, but I can’t tell if he just eats bugs or if he’s scared of them or something.”

“I highly doubt Mumbo is afraid of bugs. I doubt he cares.”

“Well, you never know! In ‘Dislikes’ we’ve got nets, sleeping bags, being touched, fighting- actually this isn't super related, but I really want to set up a Good and Bad system with him. A thumbs up thumbs down kind of situation. I was thinking about it all last night- we aren’t very good at communicating what we like or don’t like, and this feels like a good solution, but I’m not exactly sure how to tell him clearly what I’m trying to do. How would he know thumbs up means ‘good.’ And vice versa? Maybe bad would be easier to start with, but at the same time he kinda seems like a bite first ask questions later kinda guy.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea. Definitely start with thumbs up. With any luck he’ll understand that thumbs down is the opposite and you can go from there. I think you could probably associate the gesture with things Mumbo likes. The tape measure, fish- he knows smiling is a positive thing even if he doesn’t smile himself, and he knows what ‘yes’ means as well. With enough of that, I think he’ll grasp the meaning pretty quick.”

“I think so too,” Scar paused for a moment, thoughtful, “You know, this doesn’t just have to be a me effort. You could come and speak to him as well. He would know you’re putting in the effort if you wanted him to like you more.”

“He likes me plenty!” Grian switched from relaxed to exasperated on a dime, throwing up his hands as Scar laughed. “He likes me, Scar.”

“I know he likes you. But I also know he doesn’t have the full picture. He doesn’t know how much time you spend brainstorming how to teach him things, or how to relieve his stress, or worrying when he’s not feeling well. I just want him to know you aren’t as distant as he probably thinks, especially if it bothers you. If you wanted to get a little closer and help me with the ‘good’ and ‘bad’ gestures, that’d be a start.”

Grian was silent for a long time, brows creased tight above his eyes. “Maybe,” he said finally, almost quietly, “But not today. I’m too tired.”

“Yeah, me too,” Scar sighed, content, letting his head fall to rest on top of Grian’s, who squeaked, jumping so hard he accidentally jabbed at Scar’s chin with his shoulder. It must not have hurt though, because Scar didn’t seem to mind at all, unmoving. Slowly, Grian untensed, his head falling gently on Scar’s shoulder. Mumbo had a somewhat ridiculous pang of longing despite still holding a strong aversion to any human touch at all. They just looked so relaxed- anyone would wonder what it was like to be human. Though, while Scar closed his eyes, Grian didn’t quite look satisfied, something like conflict sitting across his features. He sat like that for a while, eyes moving, but not quite looking at anything at all, apparent restlessness building. Then he stopped. Closed his eyes. Opened them.

“Scar, are you aromantic or are you just fucking with me? Because I outright refuse to believe anyone is actually this clueless.”

Scar opened his eyes. Silence. “Uh oh.”

“Uh oh???” It was safe to say the two of them did not look relaxed anymore, Grian jerking away, “Scar, what does ‘uh oh’ mean. You can not just say ‘uh oh’ and nothing else.” Mumbo’s fins raised at the tone of his voice, but Mumbo cringed back when Grian whipped around to face him with an aggressive point. “No. You stay. Scar, I need you to say more right now.”

“I-Sleeping, I mean, we weren’t sleeping yet- but resting like- not friends? Not normal? Bdubs- I am going to strangle that man!”

“So you’re aromantic?” The words leapt off Grian’s tongue like an accusation, but he relaxed almost immediately after, sighing into his hands, “You’re aromantic. Okay. Good. Okay.”

“I- I mean I don’t love labels. I don’t really know, I don’t know much of anything at all, really. I’m sorry, Grian, I didn’t- did no one tell you I have a horrible track record for these things? Did you want me to ask you out? I still can.”

“Goodness, Scar, no! You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, you’ve just been sending incredibly mixed signals and I needed to know what was going on with you before my head exploded and my brains went all over the place and poor Mumbo would have to witness that and we don’t want that, do we? We don’t want that. This is fine, though, we just need to work out some boundaries.”

“What if I did want to though? To ask you out?”

Grian stared. Scar stared back.

“You do not want to.”

“I’ll have you know, I like you plenty a lot! I like you all sorts of ways, and if you also like me, then that’s cool! I’ll tell ya, when I had my little politics phase, my campaign manager was this great guy, Bdubs, we’re still friends, too, have you met him? Anyway, he’s a pretty touchy guy as well and he convinced me all sorts of things were totally normal friend stuff. Oh, we had this great cushy chair in our office and it was only really meant for one person, but sometimes we’d both be so tired and just squeeze into it and it wasn’t any sort of comfortable at all, but in a way it kinda was. Like inside. You know?”

“Scar, do you actually want to ask me out or are you just saying that because you think that’s what I wanted.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Not what I asked.”

“Well, Grian, it really doesn’t matter to me either way!” Scar gave Grian a big smile, like these words were the ones that would definitively solve their dispute, but the expression started to drop when Grian looked mortified. “Is..” Scar started, unsure now, “Something wrong?”

Mumbo had never seen such a wide range of emotions cross Grian’s face before his head dropped onto his knees with a soft thunk. “No. It’s fine.”

Scar stared for a long while, a gentle churning of thought moving behind his eyes. He relaxed, scooching to give Grian a little space before smiling again, the expression soft. “Can I tell you a story?”

“Sure, Scar.” Grian’s voice was muffled between his knees, and given his face was covered, Mumbo had no idea how he was feeling.

“So there was this one time in high school where I was good friends with this girl, and she was awesome, just the best, and we hung out like constantly, and y’know how people get sometimes all pushy asking about dating and stuff, but you also know high schoolers who can’t communicate if their life was on the line. So all my friends are like dude, you guys are literally dating, aren’t you? And I say no! I insist we’re not every time, I insist! Yes, we went out together often and we talked for hours and her family had some money troubles so a lot of the time I offered to pay, you know, normal stuff, it was normal, I promise, but one day I get this call, right? From one of her friends! And this girl just starts ripping into me, like, seriously! She’s telling me all this stuff I had no idea about- telling me my friend is so confused, that she doesn’t feel pretty around me, that I’m always trying to avoid intimacy- that I refused to kiss her! And I was like what, whoa there! No one has ever tried to kiss me! Why are we talking about kissing people? She thought we were dating, Grian.”

“I got that.”

“And then she dumped me! My first breakup, and I didn’t even know! I was kinda bummed, too, I had always kinda wanted to kiss someone, but I thought they’d tell me first! Y’know, that they wanted to. I would have been so ready! The worst part is I think my guy friends were trying to tell me we were dating, not just teasing me. They also thought it was funny though, so. Who knows.”

“Yeesh.”

“I know, right! And this other time in college there was this other girl- we had mutual friends and stuff and we were at a party and just absolutely wasted and she grabbed me by the collar and she said ‘SCAR,’ she yelled in my face, she said ‘I’ve been FLIRTING with you for WEEKS and YOU’VE been flirting BACK. ARE YOU GAY?’ And I said, drunk, ‘A little bit!’ And then we danced all night. It was awesome. She was so cool. That kinda stuff happened a lot in college, actually. Guys are a bit more direct, which I appreciate. I’m a little stupid, I need the extra help sometimes.”

Grian tensed where he was sitting, quiet for a short pause before speaking, “You’re not stupid, Scar.”

“I mean. A little bit.”

“No. You’re not stupid.”

Scar was silent for a long while, staring despite Grian’s head still being buried in his knees. “I don’t know about that.”

Grian lifted his head, shaking it ‘no.’ He blinked a couple times before shaking his head again, a little more forcefully. “I’m sorry I snapped at you. I shouldn’t have done that, I should’ve just talked to you like an adult and told you how I was feeling. Sometimes you’re just really confusing, and that’s not your fault, you just.. go about the world in a different way. And it’s not a bad way either, it’s not wrong. If people can’t communicate exactly how they’re feeling to you, that’s a them issue. You’re not stupid. I’m sorry I made you feel that way.”

“I didn’t mean to lead you on. I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know, Scar. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“I really thought we had some sort of understanding- and I did mean it when I said we could give this a shot. I like dating, Grian, I always have a lot of fun! I can be- I know I can be- I have trouble sometimes, I just ruin good things-”

“Scar, stop, please. I don’t want anything you don’t want. Period.”

Scar didn’t seem to know what to do with that, staring uselessly at his own hands before looking back up. “I want it, Grian,” he stressed, his arms trembling, but Grian only stared, lips gently parted.

They both looked.. So sad. Mumbo longed to help, to sing, to do something, but he was stuck outside of their world.

Grian extended his arms. “C’mere, buddy.”

Scar collapsed into them, shaking as he did. Grian didn’t move, rubbing slow circles on Scar’s back while he cried. There was a certain focus behind Grian’s eyes, a certain calm as he held his friend close, and Mumbo.. well, it was clear Grian didn’t need Mumbo’s help. So that was the power of human touch.

He’d have to learn it one day.

#hermitcraft #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #grian #mumbo jumbo #hermitcraft fic #hermitshipping #scarian #desert duo #mumbomaid au #hermitfic

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cactusringed · 5 months

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i WILL sleep soon but im having too many thoughts

the fact that etho decided that he was just going to be Very Nice To Bdubs.

bdubs? he must have been euphoric. he was finally given a spot in ethos heart in the way etho always has one in his. this was some sign that said hey, i matter to him too!

which only made it worse for him when etho did things for grian and cleo he would never do for him.

bdubs wondering if it meant anything at all to etho, or if it was some big joke. if he and his stupid big heart was some joke to etho. if etho understood that all itd take to get bdubs on his side was the slightest attention that way, dropping the act once he was satisfied with bdubs devotion.

to bdubs, it sure would be looking like he didn't ever matter to etho, only what he could do to keep etho alive did. nothing about his wellbeing or even happiness mattered to etho

bdubs told him he would not kill him, no matter what. even when etho told him he wouldn't blame him if we did. and etho couldn't even bother lying about failing a task for bdubs' sake

its not even that bdubs would care if etho attacked him for a task. if there was anything he could do for etho he'd do it in a heart beat, including losing a few hearts. but the fact that etho didn't even care enough to go 'yeah sure id fail a task for you' after bdubs proclaimed his loyalty

then, seeing how etho treats grian and cleo...

anger

i need bdubs to be furious

i need him to be angry on his own behalf. to recognise his self worth and realise he deserves better.

he would give everything to etho. what more does etho want from him? what more could he give to make etho care about him? how DARE etho build him a place in his home, pull bdubs in close, only to treat him like shit?

i need bdubs to be furious

and im going to be completely honest, i need to see him snap and kill etho. hes a man being pushed to the brink, and etho needs to learn that bdubs isnt some sidekick thats going to follow him around. that bdubs would give him the world if etho had bothered to give him even a shred of loyalty and care. and that etho FUCKED IT UP

IM SORRY WHEN YOU GOT ME INTO ETHDUBS I DIDNT EXPECT SUCH AN ANGSTY FUCKING RELATIONSHIP I

AAAAAAA

ok im falling asleep while writing this if i got anything wrong thats why. bed time. nighnigh

Brother when I tell you that the be nice to bdubs day episode makes me sick after what etho did. Oh my god. Oh my god.

The thing is about etho is that, he doesn't lie to bdubs. I don't think he does, anyway. All that kindness he offered bdubs - well, it was obviously a bit to embarrass him, but it was also all true. He doesn't like to lie to bdubs. He's haunted by the time he promised something (a life) and didn't deliver, to the point where when he did it again (promised to help bdubs with anything he needed, then laughed at his face when bdubs sought out his help) he felt SICK

Etho doesn't like to make promises, because he hates not to deliver on them. Bdubs loves to make promises he wholeheartedly intends to deliver on, or that he hopes the receiving party will know he'll try his heart off to deliver on. Bdubs values, so much, the very act of trying, the intent behind it. Etho values results. It's a dissonance neither can really see. So it leads to miscommunication and misunderstandings

Bdubs has promised so much to etho, so many times - etho must believe the words empty, no matter how earnest bdubs is. Meanwhile, because Etho is so careful about managing expectations, he comes off as... Aloof. As not returning even half of bdubs' earnest feelings. It's such a difference in their expression of love.

Etho felt bad, and thus he pushed himself to express love in a way bdubs would understand - through words of adoration. But then he immediately returned to his old ways. Immediately withdrew, as if scared. Because he is scared. In truth, he's terrified of the feelings he holds for bdubs, and how much it can hurt the both of them. But instead of seeing that, Bdubs can only see it as Etho playing a sick game with him. Bdubs, so starved for Etho's attention and love and devotion.

I doubt he would've promised cleo or grian he would protect them against the boogeys. He's told cleo before, that he's not a protector. He doesn't want to give the impression he is because he hates the idea of betraying that impression. But in the moment, he did become a protector. But it's that seed of doubt that it plants that hurts so much.

Because now, Bdubs will always see etho and remember that he refused to vow his protection to bdubs, whilst turning around and protecting his allies. He'll always see etho and remember that heartbreak.

He feels like he's been throwing so, so much love to a complete brick wall. Somethings gotta snap.

I want bdubs to either kill etho or try to hurt him - to genuinely go after him. But also if he does - if either of them do - I'll have a category 10 ethubs meltdown I s2g

This can only end in tragedy I swear I swear I swear I feel so SICK it's late and my head hurts so this probably makes no sense but. My god

#T anon

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atherix · 1 year

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Aci i am looking 👀 at the avatar au u say about 👀

👀 Imagine... for some reason, the world is in disarray. The four nations are divided, not by like war but by like geography and just general isolationism (including the north and south tribes of the water nation from each other). Scar is just your run of the mill water tribe kid, never showed any signs of having any other element. And he grew up with bestie Cub, the two of them having been raised by the village elders after Something™ happened to each of their parents. And they've grown up into fine waterbenders, but have never had any reason to even want to leave, knowing nothing about the outside world.

Grian, an airbender, decides to go searching for the avatar for... reasons... watcher reasons... and crashlands in the south pole, where he's found and rescued by Scar and Cub. He doesn't realize Scar is the avatar for like half a day, thinking he's just some waterbender, but something happens that makes him realize and he confronts Scar about how he's not "doing his job" and reuniting the nations and all that stuff, to which he just gets confused staring and has that Oh Shit moment of realizing Scar doesn't know. How a man can go 20+ years without knowing he's the avatar, well, Grian certainly doesn't know, but whatever the watchers are planning Grian's purpose is won't be successful if Scar can't use the other elements. He manages to convince Scar to go traveling the world with him, telling him stories about the world outside the water tribe. Unfortunately Grian wasn't counting on Cub tagging along...

Mumbo as a nonbending citizen of the fire nation, him relying on technology and inventing all these really cool things... but still being overlooked bc he's a nonbender in a family of benders... wanting to prove something to the world (and himself), so when Grian, Scar and Cub stumble into his little town and get to know him, and they offer him (against Grian's protests) to come see the world with them... well, who is he to say no to that? It's not like his rich bending family would even notice he's gone... right? He'll just take his tools and his blueprints and go on the greatest adventure of his life and maybe accidentally get dragged into whatever Grian's planning...

Cleo as a master firebender, participating in underground firebending rings as the undefeated champion... secretly like the cousin of the crown prince(ss) or something, so fucking bored of palace life... just wanting a little more out of life than what she has... stumbling across the others and quickly figuring out Scar is the avatar... coyly blackmailing them into letting them join... "Oh, no, yeah, that's fine. I mean, sure, if I stay in town I might slip up and tell someone very official that the avatar has been found, but yeah- go ahead, it'll be fine. I'll just be here, alright? Talking in these... very official circles, drinking some very good drinks- well, who knows what might slip, but it's okay, everything is fine- oh, what's that? You want me to come with you? Well, I don't know... hmm, alright then." :)

BDubs as an earth bender who loves to garden... living in a communal home with Ren, Etho and Martyn (earthbender, nonbender, nonbender),... Scar accidentally destroying his garden beyond like any chance of recovery, and BDubs dragging his roomies/boyfriend(s) into basically following Scar & Co. to try and "make them pay" for destroying his garden and ending up saving them... becoming friends with them.... (getting a certain firebender's attention ofc bc I'm me...)

Just 👀 Picture it. It's just a giant messy roadtrip story where nothing bad happens at all, all sunshine and roses yep, definitely no airbending cult extremists manipulating and pulling Grian's strings at all, absolutely no need for terrible realizations and feelings of betrayal and redemption and Grian having to make a choice between the family he'd always known and the family and the men he'd come to love no siree

#ask #Purp Anon #Avatar Scar AU #<- I guess??#hermitshipping #<- mentioned and/or heavily implied #ofc it would be #mumscarian #clethubs #treebark #maaaaaybe even a little BDubs/Etho/Ren/Martyn but idk how tf to tag that #but anyway #I'm a simple gal ya know #long post

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dmwrites · 1 year

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The rift, forever a source of mystery and chaos, was shrinking. Yeah. Shrinking.

It had been, what, like a week since the hermits had come back through the rift, and the empires guys had followed? Well, no rest for the rift, apparently, as it was very clearly shrinking now.

When Grian had noticed the change, he’d done what any normal person would do- he noped out of his basement and simply ignored the issue, instead going to prank Scar and drinking so much of Bdubs’ seasonal hot chocolate that he got kicked out of the coffee shop.

The rift investigation procrastination only ended when Grian seriously considered working on the back of his megabase, having done everything else possible to avoid said rift issues. That shook him to his core, and he headed down to his basement, a cold dread washing over him.

“What are you up to?” He asked Grumbot, landing in front of his machine, purposefully avoiding looking at whatever state the rift was in now. He looked up into Grumbot’s face, but there was nothing to be disconcerted from it. Just aimless flashing lights and buttons.

Gritting his teeth, Grian turned around to a blank stone wall. His heart sank for just a moment, before he caught sight of the one-block hole right near the ground, which still shone with that purple portal stuff.

“Oh no.” Grian whispered. He thought of the empires fellas, of the beautiful lands that were on the other side of that portal somewhere. If the rift was gone… what then?

And then, there was a faint squeaking sound, like metal wheels turning. A faint rumbling, one that was all-too familiar to any person who has, at the very least, loved villagers before. And through the one block of rift that remained came a minecart, which stopped with no rail to continue.

Grian slowly walked towards the rift and the minecart, heart racing and that awful curiosity-killed-the-cat (or bird, in the case) feeling that always seemed to get him in trouble.

There was a chest inside the minecart, and Grian opened it. Inside was a note, which read:

Hello?

-Mumbo Jumbo

Grian gasped. “No way! What? I- Mumbo?” He dropped the note and began mining at the wall where the rift had been. But it was just crumbling purple and black material, and lead nowhere. “No, no! Mumbo, are you here?” He called, but there was no answer. He looked back to the minecart and the rift. A sense of déjà vu rushed through him, and he knew what had to be done. He dug around in his chests and found a scrap of paper. In shaky, quick handwriting he wrote:

Mumbo? Is that you?

-Grian

He placed his note inside the chest, closing it and pushing the minecart through the rift. It vanished at once, and Grian sank to the floor, holding Mumbo’s note to his chest. Mumbo! His Mumbo! Well, okay-

Now that he had a moment to actually pay attention, there was something… odd, about the note. It looked like Mumbo’s handwriting, a kind of scrabbling cursive mess, but there were minuscule differences that no one would notice, unless that person was Grian, who had spent a good part of season seven sending notes back and fourth to the man. There wasn’t that unnecessary loop in the “e”, and his signature looked nicer then Mumbo’s ever had.

“This is ridiculous.” Grian said. “Someone’s got to be playing a cruel joke on… me…” As he said it, the minecart came back through the rift, landing neatly in front of him. He opened the chest without really thinking about it, so desperate for that new note.

Yes. It is me. It’s been a long time, Grian.

Grian shut his eyes tight, letting out some kind of choked laugh-cry. It had been a long time. It seemed less and less possible that this was some kind of prank, or perhaps it was just the desperation clinging onto any hope. Grian found another bit of paper and began to write.

It has been. I miss you, Mumbo. Where are you? Are you in the rift?

He sent it off with his heart in his throat, trying to remind himself that Mumbo was a slow answerer, to remember the disappointment in season seven where he rarely answered at all.

But that didn’t happen. Instead, notes came back within fifteen minutes of Grian sending one, each one as engaging as the last. Grian lost a week sitting in front of the rift, just staring into the small, swirling remains of the rift, waiting for Mumbo’s responses, with a stack of paper ready to go.

They talked about many things, mostly reminiscing and Grian telling him all about the empires server and the king and even the diamond pillar war. Mumbo kept saying he missed Grian, that it wasn’t the same without him.

Perhaps Grian should have seen it coming, what Mumbo was really after. But he was so caught up in it all that it came as a surprise when a note came that read:

Come through the rift in the minecart. Notes aren’t enough anymore.

Grian looked at the note in confusion, then at the one-block high rift opening.

I won’t fit. And how do I know this isn’t some kind of trap?

He sent the minecart back, a sudden clarity shooting through him, like someone had dumped water on his head. He was sore and cold, the hard stone of his basement floor having sapped the heat from his body a long time ago. He looked at the dozens of notes laying around him, all in that almost-Mumbo handwriting.

He looked to Grumbot, who was just as still and quiet as he’d always been. Not exactly Mumbo and Grian’s son. Perhaps this Mumbo was the same? Mumbo was mayor in Grumbot’s world, and Grumbot had come through the rift…

The too-familiar rattling of wheels on rails broke through Grian’s thoughts, and he scooped the new note out of the chest without a moment’s hesitation.

I would never hurt you, Grian.

Grian stood up, sucking in a painful breath. It was Mumbo, Mumbo would never hurt him, not in ways that mattered. In every world, they had to be friends, right? And friends would never lie to each other, right?

Perhaps it was desperation. Or the person on the other side, Mumbo or not, was more manipulative then Grian could imagine. But either way, Grian was never known to fully flesh out a plan, much less with his own safety in mind.

And so, with the final note from Mumbo clutched tight in his hand, he sat in the minecart, scooting it forward until the heavy feeling of the rift was upon him. He closed his eyes, not knowing who or what was going to be on the other side. All he could hope was that his Mumbo Jumbo, however he was, was waiting for him.

#December 17 2022 #fic #hc9 #grian #Mumbo jumbo mention #the rift #Grumbot mention #long post #hiii sorry for vanishing off the face of the earth I got sick:(#feeling better now tho

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mochiwrites · 2 years

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iskall has been asleep in a hospital bed. they traveled back to ren’s hometown for treatment. grian has hardly slept at all, pearl’s been forcing him to eat when she can or else cleo will come in and shove the food down his throat.

he hasn’t let go of iskall’s hand. not unless he has to eat or get up momentarily. but he’s by iskall’s side, alone with his thoughts. and oh god does he have a lot of them. mostly thinking about how stupid iskall is. and how he better wake up. and that he’s sorry.

and the moment iskall shows any small sign of waking up, grian is attentive and leaning in with a little, “iskall?!”

a few moments later the man’s eye opens. and grian has never felt so relieved. his right eye is shut, a long scar running over it. it starts from his forehead, reaching just below his eye. he’s slow to turn his head but when he does the first thing he looks at is grian. because ofc it is. and he smiles this dopey, love filled smile, “you’re safe.”

grian’s heart stops, guilt flooding his chest. “you almost died.” and he frowns, biting his lip as his brows dip and furrow. “don’t you ever do something like that again, idiot. don’t throw away your life like that.” I need you.

iskall’s smile only brightens and he chuckles, “I’m afraid I can’t follow that order, cap’n. see, there’s a very lovely but reckless man that I need to protect.”

it’s the wrong thing to say because grian’s face only darkens as it twists with guilt and anguish. “iskall you almost died protecting me. I’m not speaking to you as your captain. I’m speaking to you as grian. I can’t lose you, I can’t watch you die for me.”

grian’s been staring down at his lap this whole time, fists clenched. and then there’s a hand reaching out, raising his chin and forcing him to meet iskall’s eye.

“did you know that I’d die a thousand times if it meant keeping you safe?” his voice is so painfully soft as he says it. it’s make grian’s heart thud in his chest, his face warms. “I’m never going to stop protecting you, grian. not when you mean everything and more to me.”

and grian, in his very smart mind, needing something to break the painfully tense atmosphere, “careful there. it almost sounds like a love confession you’re making.”

the smile on iskall’s face changes. it softens, grows into something fond and sweet. “if it is?” his voice is still soft, if a little hesitant; nervous.

something in grian cracks and he squeezes his eyes shut. it’s too much, seeing iskall’s love pouring from him like a fountain. he brings his hands up to hold onto iskall’s, burying his face in his palm. he presses a kiss there.

“then you better not die. that’s an order.”

iskall laughs, but he’s beaming. “as you wish, captain.”

#mochi writes #sea fruits au #griskall #pirate!iskall #pirate!grian #hermitshipping #GUESS WHO HAD TIME BEFORE CLASS #WOOOOOO HAVE SOME GAYS #and also a little backstory as to how iskall lost his eye #;3

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all54321 · 6 months

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The End but Also The Beginning Part 1

[AO3]

Trauma Bonded AU, delving into Grian’s trauma this time.

Summary: Ever since the Watchers kidnapped Grian when he stepped through the end portal, he’s been afraid of stepping foot in it again. Even if it’s irrational, the fear still lingers.

If only he didn’t block those memories out when he went to the end with Scar. When he would be expected to use the portal instead of the methods he’s used in the past.

Day 31: PTSD

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Grian throws an ender pearl through the end gateway, taking him back to the main island, only stumbling a little. Scar joins him a moment later, stumbling a lot more.

As they walk towards the portal, fear shoots down Grian’s spine. He’d been so wrapped up in what Scar was talking about the he’d complete forgotten about going through the portal.

Scar trails off as Grian slows down, narrowing his eyes in concern, “Grian? Are you alright?”

He startles, and forces himself to nod, “Y-yeah, I’m fine.” He resumes walking to the portal, he can do this, it’s just a normal portal, nothing back can happen.

Grian’s foot touches the bedrock and instantly a memory flashes in his head.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Grian lets out a breath, exhausted from having to fight the ender dragon alone. No doubt from Watcher interference, just another test from them.

He shakes his head, it doesn’t matter now, the dragon is gone and he can return home. He walks up to the portal and steps into it, closing his eyes as the particles surround him.

When Grian blinks open his eyes, he doesn’t find himself in Evo at all, but a void very similar to the end’s void. He looks around in surprise, “H-hello?”

Two figures suddenly appear in front of him, wearing long purple cloaks and a mask covering the majority of their faces. The masks are plain white with a very familiar symbol on it. Huge wings spread out from their backs.

Grian swallows as he looks up at them, almost double his height. The Watchers. He doesn’t say anything as dread fills him up, there’s no way this is good.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Grian lets out a shuddering gasp, squeezing his eyes closed to block out the memories before they overwhelm him. He tries not to think about what happened following, the broken promises and the numerous punishments.

He flinches when he feels a hand on his shoulder and a murmured, “G?”

He stares at Scar with wides eyes and takes a haltering step backwards. Grian’s heart beats loudly in his ears as he stares at Scar’s concerned expression.

Before the other can say another word, Grian turns tail and takes flight, flying away from the main island. He continues fly away until he sees a group of smaller islands clustered together.

Grian trips and falls when he lands, breathing quickly. He quickly pulls out an ender chest and begins dumping his entire inventory into it. Once his inventory is cleared of everything important, he turns around and jumps off of the island.

It’s not the most preferred way, since it can get too much attention from the other hermits, but it’s the first thing he can think of in his panic. The plummet is quick and the void is quick to engulf him in its cold embrace.

Within seconds he jolts awake in his bed, trembling and breathing heavily. He curls up into a ball and wraps his wings around himself. Grian tries to push the memories away, but a floodgate has been opened and the memories bombard him in quick succession.

It’s been a while since he’s been hit this hard by those memories, he should have know that the relief from them wouldn’t last. Grian clutches his arms tightly as he shakes.

#my writing #ailesswhumptober2023 #day 31 #ptsd #trauma bonded #there will be a part 2 with Scar #s

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bluiex · 1 year

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To me, this is Like Grian and Scar arguing in Double Life also Limited life as a whole (Song: ‘Mother talks’ by tears for fears 00:51-01:31)

(Scar confronting Grian)

‘It's not that you're not good enough’ Grian(beginning of argument) Grian lying about not cheating on Scar.

‘It's just that we can make you better’ Scar (Mad) Scar saying how he should be lying

‘Given that you pay the price’ Grain (defensive) Saying it's Scar's fault, and this was never his fault from the beginning.

‘We can keep you young and tender, Following the footsteps of a funeral pyre’ Scar(sarcastic slight venom) He tried of arguing and is done with Grian. Saying Grian is going to be the reason why he will die again.

‘You were paid not to listen,’ Grian(Blaming) Saying Scar never listens to him and to stop being a child. He is as incompetent and clumsy as a child. That he will be the reason why they will die. (Or him lighting the ranchers house on fire)

‘now your house is on fire’ Scar(Reasoning) But Grian never listens to him and that’s the reason why everything is going downhill. If they just communicated things would be better. He is an adult too, not some useless child. (Or him saying it's Grian fault for not paying attention)

‘Wake me up when things get started’ Scar(Tired of Grian cheating and the games)

‘When everything starts to happen’ Grian(tired of fate and Scar)

-AAA anon, I’ve go more angst but with a different song, You could probably connect them. This whole song reminds me of Limited life, so do a couple of other songs.

AAAH BRUH

YOU CANT DO THIS TO MY HEART BRO. /POS

Honestly yes this is a very good song for them in 24l and DL

#bluie gets an ask poggers

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stitchthesewords · 1 year

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Thank you so much for the snippet stitch... I am looking very hard 👀👀 we love our morally grey characters:3 and the way you write them... aishdhsjsehgr 👀

Please don't worry about writing though?? I struggle a lot with that as well, and either way I'm over the moon with this <33 It means a lot 🥹

-🍂

Of course!!! Happy birthday again, I hope it was a good one <3 Thank you for everything you do to make our lil gay block men community a lil bit brighter :) Also dont worry, ya girl has strong adhd and its just kind of a constant tug of war to do things.

As an aside, here 👀👀 may I offer a cute horseback racing scene from this cowboy au idea?

The sun was hot. That was really the first thing Grian noticed every morning he woke up. It was hot, and he was moving. His stomach lurched but he fought it down to sit up on the back of the horse. “I don’t know why the two of you insist on not waking me up,” he said, his voice groggy as he looked at the back of Mumbo and Scar’s heads.

They walked in a formation across the desert, on a well beaten path. Grian’s attention caught on the remains of a house in the distance. At least, he figured it was a house, the only thing still standing was a chimney and some stones. He swallowed, feeling how dry his throat was as he did.

“Gotta keep moving! Don’t you want to get home, eventually?” Scar asked, turning back to look at Grian. Mumbo held the reins to Grian’s horse as Scar slowed his down to smack a hat onto Grian’s head. The bird grumbled and readjusted it, blocking out the heat of the sun. His wings fluffed out and shook behind him, a little dust and debris flying from them in a cloud.

“You’re cute when you sleep. Also, you sleep like the dead, mate. Most people would wake up if they were being lifted onto a horse,” Mumbo said, glancing back at both of them. The sleeves of his button up were already rolled up, and he hadn’t buttoned his vest closed. Grian blinked a bit and leaned forward to take the reins from Mumbo’s hands.

“You know how to wake me up,” he grumbled back. Scar moved back to ride next to Mumbo, and with Grian awake their pace picked up significantly. Monopoly Mountain was close. Home was close.

Grian kept his spot behind both of them, wings folded up behind him to keep from catching the wind. He was light enough he’d blown off the horse with it before. The sound of hoofbeats against the path was melodic, in a way, and let Grian go into his own head.

They hadn’t seen Monopoly Mountain for months now. Maybe a year. Grian missed it. A home he built himself to keep them safe. He kicked his horse and it sped up, splitting Mumbo and Scar down the middle as he rode in front of them with a shout.

“Grian!” Scar yelled, but his voice held the tone of a laugh and suddenly instead of simply riding along, the three of them were racing down the path. Mumbo in the lead, his ponytail whipping behind him in the wind. Then Scar, with the tie holding the bun in his hair barely hanging on. Grian found himself at the back and struggling to catch up, so he spread his wings out and let the wind catch him. His horse would keep up on his own. He fell up and up and then dived for where Scar and Mumbo were now racing each other. His wings carried him with ease and he came so low to the ground he could scrape his talons against the path. It felt good. With the momentum built up from the dive he was able to match Scar and Mumbo’s horses, flapping his wings just to give him an edge.

Mumbo shouted and his horse sped up to Grian’s left. Another flap of his wings carried Grian out from between the two of them, unable to keep up like he had been for much longer. His horse rode underneath where he was and Grian landed on his back with practiced effort. He took up the reins and slowed his horse down, letting Scar and Mumbo raced ahead. Their horses did fine at that speed, but his had always been a bit of a slower horse. He followed after the dust cloud as he heard Scar whoop in victory.

Grian took a few minutes to catch up; Scar’s whoops had been loud and they’d gotten quite a ways away. He laughed at the sight of Scar and Mumbo panting, horses sort of circling each other as they waited for Grian to catch up.

Monopoly Mountain was in view now and Grian couldn’t help but feel the excitement build up at the sight of his home. Their home. The building they called home, even if home more often than not was a campsite far off in the desert. With a holler, Grian set his horse off again, getting him to gallop as fast as he could towards the building. He heard Mumbo and Scar shout behind him and was sure they took off after him. With a grin, Grian laid as close to his horse’s neck as he could, trying to cut down on the drag of the wind.

#asks #🍂 anon #Mumscarian #Cowboy AU #Hermitshipping #Catch-All Aus #I didn't edit this snippet bc i am on a stream playing civ 6 so I offer my apologies for any typos #but this chase scene is so cute #i love them

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foxgloveblue · 1 year

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pale in a liminal moon 🌙 chapter 6

Pairing: Grian/Scar

Tags: selkie AU, steampunk AU, enemies to lovers, slow burn

Summary: Scar hatches a scheme and takes a dip.

Words: 3,519

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It was easy to forget exactly how dark his study was. Even stepping past the door into the hallway beyond had Scar blinking, the sudden influx of light making his eyes ache.

That was definitely a sign that he had been cooped up for far too long.

The jingle of a servant-bot caught his attention, and he glanced down. The small robot was at his feet, rolling back and forth like an excited puppy. Scar cooed affectionately, reaching down to pat its head.

“Hey buddy,” he said, smiling. “Do you know where Grian’s gone off to? I need to talk to him.”

The servant-bot jingled in a way that Scar could almost describe as anxious, but it nevertheless began to wheel down the hallway. Scar followed behind, worrying his lip between his teeth.

Ironically, the servant-bots were very good at knowing where Grian was. After the whole ‘getting ripped apart’ incident, Scar had issued the order to avoid Grian unless absolutely necessary. They had done a very good job of tracking his movements after that, even leaving rooms preemptively before Grian arrived.

They wound their way through the mansion, past many corridors and rooms. Clearly, Grian was not close, but Scar was grateful for the walk – it gave him time to think.

Logically, his biggest problem in this whole mess was Doc. The fact that he had gone through with the power-play of calling Scar’s private phone meant that he was clearly impatient, itching to get ahead on the project. The fact that he was able to call Scar’s phone meant that he could probably get at Scar in far scarier ways.

And yet, Doc’s phone call wasn’t what had Scar stressing – no, it was Bdubs’. In business, a man’s reputation was everything – it could mean the difference between success and bankruptcy, between public praise and utter humiliation. If he didn’t nip this rumor in the bud, ConCorp could be in real trouble.

Scar groaned. To make matters even worse, the HEP charity gala was coming up. Squeezing tax-deductible donations out of people might be a little difficult if everyone thought you were hiding an illicit marriage.

When the problems piled this high, Scar found it helpful to tackle them one at a time. In this case, he needed to save his reputation before it got properly sullied, so first priority was clearing up those rumors.

Unfortunately, to do that, he needed Grian to cooperate with him. Reassuring everyone that his personal life was all above-board would be very difficult if your spouse remained hidden from public view. No, Grian had to make a few appearances, shake a few hands, grease a few wheels, and then Scar should be free to continue business as usual.

Getting Grian to actually agree to that was the hard part.

Grian really only wanted one thing – freedom. The one thing Scar couldn’t give him.

Scar paused, head tilting thoughtfully. Was that actually true? Could Scar not give him freedom? Not at the moment, certainly, but… what about the future?

He grinned, the cogs in his head beginning to turn. Doc had already told him that he had an endgame with Grian – studying the process of transformation itself. Once Doc discovered those secrets, there wasn’t any reason to keep him. Plus, if they let him go, they could use their fancy new facility to study all sorts of other crazy things!

In fact… with Grian’s cooperation, Scar was sure that he could make the HEP gala an incredible success. And what better use of those HEP funds than building a research facility?

Scar nodded, satisfied. This was a perfect patented Scar-plan if he had ever concocted one. Get Grian to cooperate by promising his freedom, knock the HEP gala completely out of the park, get enough funds to build Doc’s facility, discover the secrets of transformation, then use that facility for whatever they wanted once they finished with Grian. Nether, they could even study actual environmental protection-y things.

Scar was shaken from his thoughts when he suddenly stumbled, nearly tripping over unexpectedly uneven ground. Glancing around, he was more than a little shocked to realize that the servant-bot had led him to the backyard.

He blinked a little, but it wasn’t too bright. The spring sun was largely blocked by tall trees that lined the cobbled path through the backyard. Scar was treated to a beautiful mosaic of dappled sunlight cast on the garden earth.

Scar inhaled deeply, letting the scent of new growth fill his lungs. He usually took walks every day, but lately, he had been too preoccupied. It was nice to finally get out again.

They began to head down the path, the servant-bot making amusing clanking noises as it rolled over the uneven ground. The trees swayed lightly in the wind, filling the air with the sound of rustling.

Scar expected them to head towards the very back of the garden, where he had set up a picnic area by a scenic overlook, but to his surprise, the servant-bot turned down one of the side paths.

He squinted as the garden suddenly opened up, large trees giving away to a wild bed of bright flowers and cattails. Beyond that was a large pool, the natural water a dark blue-green despite the sunlight reflecting off the surface. A wooden deck cut across the center of the pool, complete with a set of steps that led into the deep end. On the far edge, the pool was surrounded by a cluster of mossy rocks, accentuated by a miniature waterfall bubbling away.

Scar could see movement below the surface of the dark water, a large shape darting quickly through the depths. Unless he had acquired a colossal fish without him knowing, that was almost certainly Grian.

Scar gave the servant-bot one final pat before taking a deep breath, beginning to walk across the wooden deck.

At the sound of his footsteps, the figure froze suddenly. It hovered in the water for a moment as Scar approached, almost contemplative in its hesitation. After a pause, it began to move towards the surface, features getting clearer as it grew closer.

With a silent ripple, Grian’s head poked through the water. His fringe was plastered to his forehead, strange dark eyes peering through the damp locks. He kept his nose and mouth under, apparently not feeling the need to take a breath.

In this moment, he looked every bit the fairytale creature that he was.

Scar swallowed thickly, stopping in his tracks. The hairs on the back of his neck rose. Some deep-rooted instinct was screaming at him to not get any closer.

“Hey Grian,” he greeted, voice uncharacteristically soft. “How have you, er… how have you been holding up?”

Scar mentally berated himself. Was every interaction he had with Grian doomed to be unbearably awkward?

Unsurprisingly, Grian didn’t bother to respond, continuing to simply stare at Scar with those dark eyes.

Scar inhaled sharply, steeling himself. He wasn’t just doing this for fun – he needed to talk to Grian.

“Listen,” he began, “I know that our last conversation was… difficult, but I really need to talk to you again. About our whole arrangement. Some new things have come up, and I think you should know about them.”

Grian just stared back, expression inscrutable, before silently slipping below the water.

Scar groaned, turning his gaze to the sky. Why was he even surprised? Grian had made it pretty clear that he wasn’t interested in hearing anything from Scar that wasn’t a declaration of freedom.

And yet, he really, really needed to talk to Grian, because if they didn’t come to some kind of agreement, then it was very possible that Grian would be–

Scar was snapped out of his thoughts by the sudden feeling of something gripping his ankle. Before he could react at all, he was forcibly yanked forward. He let out a panicked shriek as he lost his balance, barely able to glance down before he hit the water.

Instantly, the breath was knocked out of him. The water was shockingly cold, sending Scar into a state of immediate panic. He thrashed helplessly, muscles not cooperating with him – even with his metal leg brace, he felt incredibly weak against the pressure of the water.

More concerningly, even with his eyes open, Scar couldn’t tell which way was up. The dark water seemed endless. The rays of sunlight that cut through the murk did nothing to ease the gut-churning fear that consumed Scar’s entire body.

He felt something tugging at his collar, and there was a rushing sensation as he was pulled through the water. Even in his panicked state, Scar came to a chilling realization. Grian was dragging him. Grian was dragging him down . He was going to drown Scar.

Scar writhed, but he was helpless in Grian’s grip. Had this been his plan all along? Simply waiting for an opportune moment to exact his karmic retribution? Even underwater, Scar could feel tears welling in his eyes. He didn’t want – no, he couldn’t go like this – he needed to do something, please, not like this–

And then they burst through the surface of the water. Scar gasped, spluttering as water sprayed from his lips. He barely even noticed being laid out on the ground, instead focusing on getting his breathing under control.

As the ringing in his ears died down, he could hear a mischievous laughter from behind him. “Jeez Scar, if I had known you couldn’t swim, I wouldn’t have pulled you into the deep end.”

Scar coughed. So this had been… a prank. Not a murder attempt.

Even with that reassurance, Scar could still feel his heart pounding in his chest.

Attempting to gain some dignity back, Scar cleared his throat. “I can swim!” He protested, voice still rough from the water. “I just wasn’t ready!”

Grian just laughed again, the lilting sound sending shivers down Scar’s spine. “Sure, whatever you say.”

Scar froze, a terrible thought suddenly occurring to him. He frantically flicked his gaze over the rocks in front of him, looking out for a familiar coppery flash. “Grian, my – my cane, I think I dropped it in the water, I need to find it–”

Before Scar could finish, he was cut off by a displeased huff, followed by the telltale splash of water. Sure enough, when he looked out at the pool, he could once more see movement below the surface.

Scar inhaled slowly, attempting to soothe his frazzled nerves. He needed to trust Cub’s design. Grian would be fine, the cane wouldn’t somehow activate underwater. No one would be dying from a silly prank today.

Having calmed somewhat, Scar could finally take in his surroundings. Grian had brought him to the far edge of the pool, laying him out on the rocks rather than the wooden deck.

Very seal-like behavior.

Scar was in the middle of picturing Grian doing the funny banana pose when something caught his eye. Some distance from Scar, something bright red was sticking out of the rocks.

Scar awkwardly scooted closer, grunting in pain as the rocks clanged against the coppery rungs of his leg brace. The mystery object was definitely made of fabric, laid out flat as if drying in the sun.

A jolt of recognition shot through Scar. That was Grian’s sweater – rather, Scar’s old sweater that Grian had grown so fond of – whatever! It was Grian’s sweater, and now that he was closer, Scar could see a pair of black pants as well. And… that was definitely underwear. Oh no.

There was a great splash of water, and Scar instinctively snapped his head skyward, embarrassment setting his cheeks aflame. Normally, he wasn’t one to care about modesty, but he wasn’t sure Grian even knew that being naked was considered untoward.

“Next time I prank you, I’m going to confiscate all your stuff beforehand,” Grian grumbled, accompanied by the clatter of what had to be Scar’s cane hitting the rocks. “I have no idea how on earth you managed to fling that thing so hard that it got wedged in the mud, but you did.”

“That’s… impressive.” Scar replied, keeping his gaze fixated on the sky.

“I have to say though, I don’t know why you were so freaked out. The cane and your… leg thingies both look fine to me, no rusting in sight.”

“Ah, that’s ConCorp technology for you! Only the finest of alloys used in our products!” Scar replied jovially. If he squinted and turned his head to the side, one of the clouds looked kind of like Jellie eating a giant sandwich.

“… What are you looking at?” Grian asked, curiosity evident in his voice.

“Oh, you know, just… examining the cloud formations!” Scar said. Technically, he wasn’t even lying. “Looks like it might rain today!”

“No it doesn’t.” Grian scoffed. “The clouds are too low for that.”

“Oh. Well… I guess I should leave the weather predictions to the experts!”

After a moment of Scar still determinedly staring at the sky, Grian burst into laughter. “Ah, I know what this is. I forgot how weird humans are about the clothes thing. Sorry Scar, I didn’t mean to upset your delicate sensibilities.”

“Delicate sensibilities!” Scar spluttered. “I’ll have you know that I’ve never been accused of proprietary!”

Grian giggled again, and the sound made a smile spread across Scar’s face despite his continued embarrassment. “You’ve definitely got the wrong word. Regardless, if you care so little about propriety, why are you still looking away?”

“I was just trying to be polite!” Scar exclaimed. “I mean, what if you cared about prop… property?”

“Scar, if I cared, I would’ve told you to look away. Now, would you please just look at me, we can’t have a conversation with your head stuck in the clouds.”

That… was a fair point. Steeling himself, Scar managed to tear his gaze away from the sky.

To his immense relief, Grian had already put his underwear on, and was in the process of pulling his sweater over his head. Scar didn’t know if he could’ve actually handled what was going to be a very difficult conversation while one of the participants was in the nude.

Some part of that relief must’ve been plain on his face because as soon as they made eye contact, Grian laughed again, the sound sending a pleasant rush of warmth through Scar.

He… he wished they had met some other way. That Grian had just been some socialite Scar had met at a party. With no baggage between them, it would be so effortless for him to charm those laughs out of Grian, so satisfying and sweet to be in his good graces.

In another life, they could’ve been such close friends.

Scar shook the thought away. What-ifs never did a man any good.

Grian’s laughter had petered out, though he was still smiling. Rays of sunlight caught stray strands of his damp hair, creating a golden halo around the crown of his head. He looked so different from the creature of the depths he had been only a few moments ago, instead radiating an effortless ethereal allure.

In this moment, Scar saw him as he was - both beauty and beast.

“Well then?” Grian asked, his voice still taking a teasing lilt. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

Right. Scar did not come here just to take a little dip. He wrapped his arms around himself, willing the chill from his damp clothes to leave him.

But how to start? Grian was clearly in a much better mood than last time, which was a plus, but he still needed to be careful. If he messed this one up too, he wasn’t sure Grian would give him yet another chance.

“Do you like it here? In the pool, I mean?” Scar asked.

Grian shrugged. “It’s alright. I mean, it’s a very nice pool, but nothing can beat the real thing, y’know?”

“The ocean?”

Grian nodded. His smile had faded – instead, he had taken a wistful expression, and his eyes seemed far away.

“We could always go visit the ocean.” Scar offered cautiously. “Just say the word.”

Grian refocused his gaze onto Scar. “What are you playing at?”

Scar had to fight not to squirm under the intensity of Grian’s scrutiny. “Grian, I can’t give you exactly what you want right now. But I’m trying to say that life here doesn’t have to just be miserable imprisonment. And it… also doesn’t have to be forever.”

Grian folded his arms, and Scar felt his heart sink. He could literally see Grian closing off. “Doesn’t have to be forever, hm? I don’t think he is particularly interested in catch-and-release.”

“Then it was a mistake on Doc’s part to get me involved.” Scar said, then startled. His tone was far angrier than he had meant it to be. Even Grian seemed surprised, his eyes widening fractionally. Scar took a calming breath before continuing. “If he’s inviting me to this project, then he’s going to have to play by my rules.”

“So… what? You’re going to let me go after getting what you want from me?”

“I mean… that’s not how I would phrase it, but… yes.”

Grian scoffed. “Why should I believe you? What are you getting out of this ‘nicer’ arrangement?”

Scar clasped his hands together. “Well, ideally… your cooperation.”

“In what way, hm? You want me to stop thrashing when they experiment on me? Break too many of your precious scientists’ noses?”

Scar winced. “Um, actually… I was hoping that you would be my, er… date.”

There was a long moment of silence. Grian stared at Scar, mouth slightly agape. Scar felt his throat go dry.

And then Grian burst into laughter. “You’ve got it a little backwards, mate. I think you’re supposed to ask someone out before you marry them.”

Scar flushed, and this time the blush was so intense that he could feel his ears burning. “We wouldn’t have to actually date!” He reassured. “I just need you to make some appearances with me, that’s all.”

Grian kept laughing. “What, did you tell your mum that you’d bring someone over for family dinner?”

“I’m serious!” Scar spluttered, and he couldn’t keep a petulant whine out of his voice. “Word has gotten out that I’ve married someone, and if I don’t introduce you to high society, the rumors will just get worse and worse. And with the dance coming up, it could turn into a real disaster for the company.”

To his surprise, Grian perked up at that. “A dance?”

Scar clutched onto that interest like a lifeline. “Yes, a charity masquerade. I told you about it when you first got here. It’s an annual event, lots of dancing, food, drinks, music, you name it – it’s a total blast. And everyone who’s anyone will be there.”

“And you want me to be your date for it?”

“Yes, I do. That’s all I need from you. And in return, I can promise that once all this… testing business is over, you’ll be a free man.”

“And… what, you’ll take me on playdates to the ocean?” Grian snarked.

“If you’d like! Just because you have to live here doesn’t mean that you can’t be comfortable. Just ask, and I can get you anything you want.”

“Almost anything.” Grian replied, his voice quiet. Scar’s gaze fell, unable to look at those entrancing dark eyes.

They were silent for a moment, the only sound the rustle of leaves in the wind.

Grian sighed. “Well, I suppose I have nothing to lose, do I?”

Scar’s head snapped up. “Oh, thank you!” He exclaimed, lurching forward. On instinct, he grasped Grian’s hands in his own. Grian startled a bit, but didn’t move away. “We’re going to have the most amazin’ time at this dance, you’ll see.”

“I’m sure it’ll be just wonderful.” If Grian was being sarcastic, Scar couldn’t tell.

“It will be.” Scar assured, giving Grian’s hand a little squeeze before finally letting go. “Ah, but first, you and I need to make a little magic together.”

Grian spluttered, and this time, it was his turn to flush. “We need to what?”

“Make some magic happen!” Scar repeated blithely. “If you just show up at the masquerade without anyone knowing who you are, your introduction to high society will be a total flop! Well, technically, I guess no one is supposed to know who you are anyway, but there’s supposed to be this air of mystery rather than total confusion, you know?”

“No, I absolutely do not know.” Grian replied, sounding petulant. “What on earth are you talking about?”

“I’m saying that we need to make a few appearances before the ball. Meet and greet, you know? Get the conversation buzzing. Get the people invested. Plus, we need to come up with some kind of backstory for you.”

“A… backstory?”

“Well, I mean, yeah! We can’t exactly go around telling people that you’re my selkie husband, right?”

“Right…” Grian trailed off, skepticism evident in his voice. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

#scarian #hermitshipping #hermitshipblr #hermitcraft fanfic #my art #my writing #pale in a liminal moon #pialm

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finch-the-foolish · 1 year

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@dash-dash-archi aight loser (/pos /j) here's your part two. Featuring more confused mumby and a very fucked up grain.

A Fractured Rift

II--As The World Shudders and Shifts

Mumbo glided out of the cavern, flinching at the brightness of the world around him. Everything seemed so.. vibrant. The deep greens of the trees and paler shades of grass, the strange cobalt vines twisting up from the depths, all strangely bright to his dark eyes.

Mumbo grimaced, floating gently to the ground. He closed his eyes a moment as he landed, slipping back into that peaceful, quiet dark. It was so tranquil. So lovely..

So-

A hand–a claw–grabbed his wrist, forcefully dragging him to reality. Mumbo's eyes shot open, finding another face staring back, far too many gazes holding him for a few awful seconds.

"Don't do that," the person–the strange not-Grian, he now realised–whispered, a terrible desperation, a panicked sort of growl in his voice. "Don't leave me again. You.. you can't leave me again."

Mumbo stared at him a moment, scanning across his friend's fearful expression, peering into the dark nothing of his left eye.

Then, he tore his gaze away, suddenly aware of the biting claws at his wrist. His eyes flitted down, staring at the skulk-covered hand which held his own captive.

"Let me go." Mumbo tugged at his hand, struggling to pull it free. The sharp edged claws bit into his skin, refusing to let go.

He frowned, after a moment asking again, a harshness now adding to his voice. "I said, let me go."

Grian just stared. Stared, with those twisted eyes of his. Mumbo never could quite focus on them, and it was far worse now than in his memory. One moment, there were two, the next, thirty. Then, for a frail second, countless. Infinite. Far too many to count.

His vision seemed to blur, twist, the world around him fracturing as he desperately tried to pull away.

"Grian. Please. Let me go." His words seemed to fall flat on Grian's ears, entirely unheard against the hissed murmurs still falling from his lips.

"I.. we… can't have you leaving… not now.. not again.. not after what happened.. no… we can't-"

"LET ME GO."

The snap was sudden, startling even Mumbo himself. The words sounded wrong. Distorted. They did not sound like him.

Slowly, he focused again, staring at the creature before him.

It–he? Was this even him?–slinked backwards, having released his wrist from its hold, a look of horrific terror on its face. Its eyes–so many, dear god so many–stared at him, terrified and guilty all at once.

"I.. I didn't- st.. stop that.. stop it-"

The eyes clenched shut, an awful grimace twisting his face. The creature's arms wrapped in around its middle, wings curling in.

"Gr.. gri?" he whispered, voice shaky. "Are you.. are you alright? I.."

"Stop it." A sharp hiss, strangely accented, cutting clean through the air and ending his questions.

Slowly, the being's eyes opened–two of them. Just on the edge of normal. Looking nearly like Grian once more–staring up at the moustachioed man. His breaths came shaky, unsteady, joining with a slight sway of his feet.

"Are you… are you real? Pl.. please tell me you're real.. please tell me you're not.. you're him, aren't you?" He took in another breath, hesitantly reaching out with his left hand.

Mumbo gave a hesitant nod in return, confusion swirling with worry and a bizarre fear, blending itself into a terrible cocktail of emotion. Still, he tried to shove it away, the lost, lonely fear in his friend's eyes enough to keep him from letting his many, many questions loose.

A hand took his. Gentle now. A moment later, a soft whisper followed.

"Oh, void. Thank the gods.. we- I thought-" He tensed. Shuddered. "Nevermind."

Mumbo drew his hand away, pulling his attention from Grian, instead focusing on the world around them.

Everything still felt vibrant, bright greens and pale blues adorning the landscape. Behind him, he saw, stood The Vault, his vault, now covered in the twisted, awful vines of skulk. He shuddered at this, turning quickly away.

Mumbo's gaze fell past the small figure ahead of him, then, peering up at the structure beyond. A series of floating rocks, massive, covered in moss and foliage. One had skulk consuming much of its structure, stretching down in an attempt to reach the others below. Some part of him wondered why so much of the nearby area had been consumed, yet it seemed that only that rock had been affected.

The rest of the structure–several grand blue domes and pale white pillars, with yellowish wood connecting them–seemed entirely unharmed.

Just as he opened his mouth, a voice started, cutting him off.

"We had an agreement. I convinced them to leave the buildings alone." Gri glanced over at him, looking.. far less emotional than a moment ago. A slight annoyance, almost, flitted through his gaze as he watched Mumbo's confusion.

"You.. had an agreement. I.. I don't believe I.. understand. What's going on? What's wrong with you?" Everything about his friend seemed wrong. His appearance, his actions. His strange ability to turn on a dime and act like someone else. Someone Else… perhaps.

Grian just shook his head. "So many things, friend. So many.. I-"

A shout echoed down into the ravine. Gri's head snapped over, eyes widening. Mumbo turned as well, spotting a figure on the hill above them.Gri hissed a curse, eyes flitting about a moment, gaze trailing down the hill in search of something that was not there.

Then, he turned, looking over at Mumbo.

"They know. Shit. They know we're here. Come along. We have to go now."

He grabbed Mumbo's wrist, starting to drag him in the opposite direction.

"W- wait- what's going on? Who knows we're here?" he stuttered, pulling back against the firm grip which dragged him along.

"We don't have time.. we don't have time for that.. he's here- oh void he-"

A hand grabbed Mumbo's shoulder. He spun about, staring at the face before him.

This name came swifter, accompanied by loose hints of recollection as he stared into those vibrant green eyes, that tan face marred by countless marks, a constant reminder of old pains.

"Scar?"

#hehehe #*yeets a scar in your general direction*#lqmie says things #a fractured rift au #scar #gtws #<- he's in here I can do that now #grian #watcher grian #mumbo jumbo #mumbo #ya boi is not okay atm

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ruby-whistler · 3 years

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i made a list of the vibes of the hermits i watch, so you might want to check some of them out! this is just mostly jokes, but i thought all of the more “serious” propaganda was missing something, so have what truly makes hermitcraft worth it; the players’ unique styles!

will be back on my dsmp stuff asap but it’s the first day of season 8 and i would really appreciate if you checked them out through the links provided :]

Grian; [ episode one link ]

vibes of a 17 year old mcyter, is actually 27 and married

noo not my red jumpah!

chaotic capitalist

someone is making the server better through order? *starts another war* whoops, hand slipped :D

he built a- he rebuilt his entire megabase in survival, above a giant lake of lava, in the nether, on hard mode, upside down??

“watching as scar dies over and over in my trap is peak comedy and i’m tired of pretending it’s not” but it happens like 5 times i every season

video editing is very main-stream and good for short attention spans!

*sad montage over losing stuff he’ll get back in 15 minutes because he’s rich*

pesky birdd! great elytra flier! amazing builder! will tnt your house! poultrymannn!!

wholesome, chaos incarnate, talented architect

why won’t mumbo respond to my messages it’s been two weeks :[ (clingy)

doors???????????? your house has doors???? no doors for you good sir!

will laugh a lot at a lot of things, esp when he’s with his friends

genuinely just so fun to watch

Mumbo Jumbo; [ episode one link ]

perfect british accent

mustache man (warning: he has no mustache irl)

*fails ten businesses in a row* iskall please help

redstone is his element

“it’s actually quite simple” i like your funny words magic man, now can you repeat how in the hell you made a that fancy vault work-

filmographer?? i think? met up with grian irl

him and grian have a robot son named grumbot. that has nothing to do with the vibes but i had to mention him because he means a lot to me.

tries to stay out of wars and server politics until someone (grian) drags him into them

minigame maker, makes the hermits competitive and that is scary (also very funny) e. g. button, hermit challengesss!

“it’ll be fineee” *que shot of everything on fire behind him*

makes his base a living being and then all his neighbors end up feeding it instead of him

conspiracy theorist. bumbo baggins. the usual.

very entertaining videos that help you learn more about minecraft mechanics!

GoodTimesWithScar; [ episode one link ]

wheelchair creator with literally the best vibes

so wholesome i. he is so cool he makes me so happy :’D

*extremely cool announcer voice* ooooo hello there my fellow miners and crafters, good timeees with scar heree, and welcome backk to the wonderful world of hermits and crafting, and we’re flying over-

commentates everything extremely well

spends tenths of hours on builds within a single video and doesn’t bat an eye

lore for all of his builds! he builds these amazing bases to tell a story!

“i wanna see white flags! white flags, outside your base, by-“ wait no wrong anti-rebellion army leader

all videos have a clear objective

mostly building, but he loves hanging out/helping his friends!

loves disney movies! wants to go to space! :D

kind-hearted, always makes everyone else smile

can be chaotic but usually just tries to have fun and make sure everyone else has fun too

*flies into a tree on half a heart* wait what why did i die D:

scar. scar please eat. you’re going to die for the tenth time this video-

the non-chaotic capitalist, has extremely creative shop designs

a danger to himself, but also the kind of person you can’t be angry at for long

BdoubleO100; [ episode one link ]

the guitar music at the beginning of his videos brings a smile to my face, it just has such an immaculate mood

*camera pans over him as said music plays* ladies and gentlemen welcome to another episode of hoimycraffff

the way he talks is extremely endearing

one of the best builders on the server - probably best builder of interiors in existence

able to make a palette using any number of strange blocks and then make amazing builds using it

built a whole castle as a backdrop, then built an entire giant mountain for said castle

extremely sensitive to short jokes, usually gets pranked by others because his reactions are always so funny

his daughters show up from time to time in his room while he’s recording and it’s so cute

*has no way to see the sun but still knows it’s nighttime* gotta go schleep!

scar, pointing at him “this is why we can’t have nice sunsets”

(scar dies because of mobs every time bdubs isn’t on the server to sleep)

likes to be accomplice because he isn’t the one being made fun of (/lh)

*shoots himself in front of a confused grian because he thinks the guy wants his face again when he’s actually just looking for a netherportal*

is usually the underdog so it feels good when he wins

they’re all actually such great friends so it’s genuinely funny to watch

he himself is amazing at entertainment and just a very cool guy

ImpulseSV; [ episode one link ]

what’s going on everyone, my name is impulse and welcome back to hermitcraft!

always speaks with a smile in his voice

has a good dynamic with basically everyone

great co-worker and always helps out if he can

had his base turned pink during the swap, and instead of changing it back afterwards, he dyed his skin’s hair and clothing pink to match it

very cool and original building style!

makes a lot of farms and sells what he gets in his few shops

makes money to be able to do more stuff and make more farms

blows up most his base ever so often to rebuild parts. you know, like a normal person does in minecraft survival.

the grind is never over

the guy who always gets all of the work done on the school project and proceeds to be chill about it

always has very cool side-projects going on and puts his heart into all of them

pog timelapses!!

Rendog; [ episode one link ]

*short, funny scene from the video at the beginning slowly fades out into great music

dogs howling as the half-dog half-cog logo comes up*

greetiiings cyberdogs and citizens of the interbubs! this is ren diggity dawg coming atcha, in another minecraft episodes varuuummm the hermit. craft. server. (hey!)

we’re kicking things off today my friends, from the- *location name on screen*

that intro gets me hyped every time

he’s a furry who talks in bro language it’s great i swear - very atypical but fun

he transformed an entire biome into a star wars planet for his base

his building skills and dedication are incredible

horny (just a little bit)

the only person who cared about mycelium in the whole rebellion

does a lot of roleplay-themed stuff and mysteries to be solved

“b-dubba-dubs one hundred”

extremely upbeat & sweet guy

adds -age after everything “biddage” “flyage” to make it sound Cooler

amazingly positive always and funny as hell

mcc winner!! wooooooooo :D

always tries to be where stuff is happening and interact with people

very entertaining editing style

Iskall85; [ episode one link ]

drives joke into the mud and then picks them up and does it again which is funny

starts videos with one-off bits

iskallman!!! the superhero literally no one needed and yet there he is

only has one (1) braincell when with mumbo

they both do and they’re hilarious together every time

like when they laughed at squeaky noises for ten minutes straight. guys please you’re adult men

bernie the leaf master

omega (something) of doom!!

encourages gambling (in a videogame)

he has so many jokes he keeps using i can’t possibly fit them all in here

basically a wildcard

i have no idea what he’s doing this season

i have no idea what he’s doing ever actually

tame chaos, confusing to the point when it’s funny again

really great builder as well!

mostly for younger audiences but his videos are a good watch in general

feel free to send asks about hc! i’m already loosely involved in hermitblr but yeah, my dsmp followers aren’t immune :] /lh /j

#long post #hermitcraft #hermitcraft s8 #hermitblr #ruby's rambles #:]#all my personal opinions #just wanted to add to the hype lol

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dodo-begone · 3 years

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Now Listen Here Sad Bitches - Stop Being Sad

Pairing: Yan!Xisuma x Reader (idk if it's rlly yan tbh)

Request: If you’re up to it can I get yandere nHo hcs? Bc I’m desperate for nHo content, But if you don’t know enough about the nHo boys can you do a continuation of your yandere xisuma fic? bc it was really good👀

Word count: 5k words

Warning: Falling, Depression, Death, Yandere (?)(just a bit posessive/protective at the end), Bit of confusion/memory loss, Mention of Running Away

This is a Part 2 to Ugly Fuckling

If this EVER looks funky or glitched, here's a link to it on Ao3.

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A methodical ticking echoes around the room, the only indicator that time was passing. The room was nearly a blinding black, yet a ray of moonlight made its way into the room. From that, you were able to see Xisuma. Without his helmet covering his face, he looked much more welcoming and soft. It wasn’t like he wasn’t soft and welcoming anyways, he just looked so much softer and approachable. A real person - man what were you even thinking?

Mentally shaking off that train of thought, you let your mind wander onto a different topic. Since Xisuma stopped you from following through with your impulsive decision to leave, he hadn’t exactly let you out of his sight. A few of your activities were free from his supervision, but otherwise you were with him.

At first you felt like an absolute bother to him, but his insistence that it was all fine made things better. Minimally better, if you were to speak honestly. It didn’t alleviate your feelings at all. He was being so nice and attentive to you and your needs. And what were you doing with that? You were being the little debbie downer that you are and not getting better. Come on, this was all for you. That meant you had to get better for him since he was putting so much effort into making you get better.

He made you all of your favorite foods, cuddled you any time even a tear fell from your eyes, asked about what was worrying or saddening you and trying to talk you through it to feel better, and so much more. All around it was everything you needed, really it was. Everything was getting better, yet you weren’t.

This had been going on for days, and you were still thinking of leaving. Though technically you did. Maybe the entire server moved with you. Maybe that fact could be ignored. Maybe. Everyone gathered up and went to a new server not too long after your most recent “escape” attempt. You weren’t sure if it was the unsaid yearly move to a new season or what, but it seemed a little too convenient if you thought about it. But thinking was a laborious and bothersome task. So no thoughts - only depression. Yea, that’s how things rolled for you.

The thought of leaving was far from leaving your mind. It was always on the backburner, but became a prominent thought whenever you weren’t with anybody. Especially Xisuma. Voices whispered to feed your insecurities, giving a source for your depression to grow off of. And boy was it growing. Adding in this new move made you question a bit more.

You knew you wanted to leave the server because of how icky, disgusting and disappointing you were, but now you were truly realizing where the issue lay. Wel, you knew before, but it just became more evident. It wasn’t the server itself. The issue lay between you and the hermits. So that feeling of not belonging? Still rather prominent. Even with their fresh new start where everyone had the same resources, said “resources” were nonexistent since everyone started with nothing, it was rather evident you still didn’t belong.

Grian was the only one who didn’t build a “starter house” immediately. That made two hermits you knew who didn’t make a starter house. The two hermits being you and Grian, so that made you feel better. Until you found out the reason he didn’t make a house was because he went to defeat the Ender Dragon and get loot from end cities. Yea that really didn’t make you feel better. And these “starter” builds the others made were no joke. They weren’t even starters, in your opinion. These were whole builds in and of themselves. Like things you’d be building late game, if you even got around to making anything that could compare.

Once again, your mind cemented that you were very alien to this group. Alongside the “new fodder” that you had, which was really recycled thoughts, memories, or insecurities, you started to cry. Stifling your sobs without being able to cover your mouth with your hands is a very hard task. All remaining strength you had went into calming your breath and being as silent as possible. You still allowed the tears to continue their route down your cheeks with no intent to stop them. If you only allow tears to flow with no noise, you can get your emotions out while not bothering Xisuma. A win-win.

Time was illusive, slipping through your hands like sand. One moment you were crying next to Xisuma in bed then a blink later you were waking up in an empty bed. The ever annoying sun was flaunting its energy and jovial beams into the room and blinding you with it. Man, how you envied the sun. It was able to get up every day and do its duty. And not even the duty it was exactly made for. One that it conveniently worked with. A necessity to life.

Still, you layed in bed. Too lethargic to move on your own; there was no will or energy to move. Well, there was one reason; you wanted to search for Xisuma. Where could he have gone off to? He wasn’t in the bed. Somewhere else in the house? Out on a project? Who knows. The likelihood of him being gone was high and that, along with the thoughts, kept you in the bed.

The day passed. Maybe you slept. You were still very tired and very sad, so it really made no difference in the end if you did actually sleep sometime that day since nothing changed. Snuggling into the blankets for warmth and comfort, you awaited for Xisuma’s return. Though you don’t remember him saying that he was going anywhere in particular yesterday. Did he? Memories blurred together and multiple days became one mushed memory. Many memories of him mentioning future projects to you or other things came to mind. How recent were those? Mulling over your memories, you tried to pinpoint when they happened based on some other memories. You referred to them as your “time reference memories”... They had a different name, but the name eludes you. But that was their purpose, so that name shall stay.

Soon a plethora of other memories came to mind as you quickly sorted through them. So they obviously didn’t take place in the same time area-frame thingy as when you joined the Hermitcraft server. That was months ago- clearly off the table. Then did they happen around the time you were building the trash on the server? Also a big no- that’s way too early. Oh dear- all the memories that were popping up were far too early. Crap- think. Think, think, think. Come on, more recent. What about when you tried to leave? Well it happened after that, but much closer.

A flash of memories pass behind your eyes yet you can’t decipher all of them. It was obviously some memories and you could faintly see some things, but it was all a blur of colors. You didn’t have the time for this right now. After you figure this out, you could reminisce on them. Now you had to figure out which memory out of the blob you had was most recent-

Staring at the ceiling did nothing to help. No new spark of memories came up, even with your mind scrambling for any scrap it could get its little grubby hands on. Great- now you were stuck going off of his appearance and what the house looked like during those times. Now the dilemma was “which came first”. Almost every memory took place in the house.

Wait! He didn’t have the diamond armor in all of them! Only two of them had diamond armor involved. Specifically on Xisuma. You didn’t have anything on this new server. Well, compared to him or any other hermit, anyways. To say you were behind or “lagging” was an understatement. Having iron armour isn’t really a flex. Especially when it goes missing. Like who just up and loses armor like that? You do, apparently.

That isn’t the point. Stay focused! So he had armor, what did the house look like? Or anything outside the window?

Finally a lightbulb went off in your mind. Of course! He talked about a fire last time. Yes, you were sure of you. Not sure why but you were very sure of that fact. He mentioned that some gravel on a mountain was on fire and he wasn’t sure why. Then he talked about a building in the next memory… Everything was starting to add up! Oh you felt so smart right now. So good.

So what mountain did he say he was going to? It was a villager hall, right? Or was it the future place for a build… No, villager hall because he mentioned villagers and trading. Obviously not another build. But what if it was? Now you were conflicted because you were so sure but at the same time doubt pranced around your mind obnoxiously. Your anxiety was getting ticked off more.

First the disappearance of Xisuma and now your worries are getting to you? Really, it was the opposite order. More of an Oreo, but that wasn’t important.

Taking a deep breath, you try to get your thoughts under control again. Regain you cool. Alright. If you find Xisuma then you can calm everything else down. That was your biggest worry right now. The longer you didn’t know Xisuma’s location and condition, the worse your mental state became. From there, it was obvious how everything would decline.

All you had to do was go to Xisuma. Right. Go to Xisuma. Who is outside. Out of the bed. Debating on whether or not to leave the comforting confines of the blankets or search for Xisuama was definitely something. It was hard but also wasn’t all at the same time. Because yes, staying in bed and being warm would be amazing. The preferred option. But you were worried about the lack of Xisuma’s presence. That took precedence over comfort.

Grumbling, you slowly start to drag yourself out of bed. More accurately rolling out and only turning to properly get out of bed and onto your feet. Same end result really. Slowly, as to not cause a dizzy spell, you get up and walk toward the door. Said dizzy spell still hits you like a baseball gets hit by a bat, but there was an attempt. Black overtakes your vision for a second before everything goes back to normal. Boy you didn’t miss those pounding headaches with dizzy spells. Damn vertigo.

Shaking your head, you steady yourself for the journey to the outside. It was going to be perilous. Well not really, but your mind tried to come up with the worse case scenarios. Like some Dream SMP members coming for you to drag you back. Or pillagers near or at the front door. Or some other nasty mob. Oh the possibilities were nearly endless. But you had to do this.

Hyping yourself up, you mentally prepare for what you could think of. Aka prepare for something bad like pain. To be fair, pain would be better than a Dream SMP member but pain still hurts.

A noise of annoyance leaves your lips as you once again try to get yourself back on track. You hated how easily distracted you got sometimes. Though it did help in some situations. Admitting to that wouldn’t be too helpful in any regard so back to ignoring it you go.

Soon you’re back on track and continuing your journey. The only thing standing between you and the outside world stared at you. The front door. It wouldn’t be for long. All you had to do was open it and then start the other leg of your journey and- wait.

The door greeted your face with a nice hearty slam as you walked right into it. Confusion was just written all over your face. You grabbed the knob, did you not? Taking a step back, you peer down. Low and behold, you were holding the door knob. Your brows furrowed as you twisted the knob. Nothing happened. Trying with more strength and vigor or whatever might do something? Maybe it’s just stuck. Unlikely but hey! Delusions are much sweeter and easier to swallow. Plus being more violent with an inanimate object makes it work! Usually, anyways. Beat a banana and you get mush so not always. That’s besides the point because the darn door still refused to open. Huffing, you try being a little harder with the door. Though that leads to nothing but you fearing it breaking. One creak escapes the poor door and you’re off of it like a puppy squealed rather than a door.

Anxiety started to bloom in your chest for the uptenth time or whatever. It’s happened a lot and that’s all that matters. Deep breaths. In and out. In and out. It’s just a door. If it breaks it can be replaced. Also it’s a door. It’s probably fine. Though you didn’t exactly want to test that. Who knows when the door is going to just say “nope! I’m done” and just break?

Leaning against the door, you slide to the floor as you think of another plan to leave. The door was locked, right? This is a brand new door we’re talking about. Rust couldn’t have shut it already, right? You were by the sea though so who knew what the salt and water was doing to it. That ruins doors, wood, and mentals, right? If only you were a builder or someone more fluent with stuff like this. Someone who knew how stuff like that worked. Because wow, you were beyond dumb on that subject.

You curl up in defeat. Bringing your knees to your face, you wrap your arms around them to secure them. To feel safer and smaller. Block out the world. All you wanted to do was stay there, just like that. Not that exact position, but you want to feel comforted and safe. A craving for belonging and love. Although something you craved, whenever it was just handed to you or offered, you turned it down. Nobody actually likes you. They just want to use you.

Everyone has used you in the past for something.

Tears started to form in your eyes. As you lift your head from the curl, you take a deep breath. This is annoying, tiring. Crying is useless right now. Nothing is going to be fixed this way.

As you subdued the tears, you looked around the house again. There had to be another exit, right? Maybe. Half of the houses you’ve lived in only had one entrance or exit. The other half either had a secret exit or another doorway. This wasn’t one of the latter, though. It was one of the former; you were only informed of one way to exit or enter the house. Xisuma didn’t mention any emergency escape. Well there weren’t any holes in the house besides that- OH WAIT!

Smacking your forehead, you scramble to your feet and look directly at the closest window. If it had the ability to, it’d probably be sweating out of fear or anxiety. Either or, that window wasn’t going to have a good time. Fortunately for you, though, the window couldn’t judge you. And the window is very easy to climb out of.

Walking closer for inspection, it didn’t seem like it’d be too hard to open. Just flick a latch or two and just lift the bottom. You’re home free after that. The latches weren’t an issue. Grabbing the bottom of the glass, you silently pray that it won’t be as stubborn as the door.

Some deity was feeling nice today because the window opened without much trouble. A little elbow grease but that was a small price to pay. Now started the awkward maneuvering to get outside. This was one thing you didn’t miss from your past.

First a leg, then the other, and slide later, you land ungraceful into the outside world. Either you were going to land on your face or bum and you didn’t want any of that. So instead you did a nice little dance.

Okay so dance would be the fun way of stating it. What happened was you stumbled around for a bit, waving your arms around in a desperate attempt to regain balance. But you get to stay on your feet, so the trade off of your dignity was well worth it. Plus nobody was around to see it.

Once balanced, you were in awe of the builds that were just a wall away. How much has changed since you last came out? How long were you inside? You only remember the comically tall portal and the partial build of the portal tower being around when you came. Besides the starting house and a few other small things, of course. But now there were two completed towers. The dark one was obviously the portal tower because of the color scheme. What was the other than? It was colored like a lighthouse with the red and white bands encompassing it, but you didn’t want to say anything definitely. After all, it was somewhat hard to tell.

The coloration indicated a lighthouse, along with the silhouette, but it looked a bit too artistically done. And when something is artistically done, it could be anything. So you’ll call it tower two! Tower two was rather pretty!

Xisuma wasn’t around though. Right. The mountain wasn't around here, was it? Where was it, anyways? It must’ve been pretty far away.

With the prospects of a long walk ahead of you, your shoulders slump. Dear lord, this was more work than you wanted to go through. Who knows how far it is! But it wasn’t just some walking for fun, it had a purpose.

Gathering your remaining energy and grit, you start the laborious, long, and treacherous journey through the continent for Xisuma. Hiking wasn’t your strong suit and keeping an eye out for Xisuma too? This makes everything so much harder.

You were only able to get off the island and back onto the mainland, where you started to scale the mountain before you heard a ruckus. Progressively, it got louder and more discernible. Yelling. Sounded like words. Gibberish, but it slowly grew clearer.

“Oh my gosh,” danced with the wind by your ears. “Oh no.” A cry of your name, or something really similar. Were those words? Those couldn’t be words, right? Whipping your head around, you see Xisuma running your way frantically. Okay, so those were most definitely words if the scene before you proved anything.

Excited, you start your descent back to the ground. Step by step. Is it step by step when you’re climbing? Your focus is on Xisuma. Pretty much entirely. It really shouldn’t have as you misjudge the next step. In the blink of an eye you went from viewing rock to viewing sky and a scary feeling building in your chest. The feeling grew exponentially and it didn’t take a genius to know what was going on.

A scream ripped its way from your chest as it tightened more. Said scream doesn’t last long for it ended as quickly as it came. No air could move, no noise could come out any more. Air was stuck in your throat, unable to reach your lungs. Fear paralyzed your muscles, eyes shut for there was no difference in the view. Everything was blurred and the black was more welcoming and comforting.

Too fast. Time wasn’t even a consideration. A social construct thrown out the window as soon as your fingers lose contact with the rocks.

The ground had to be near by now. It felt like hours passed now, but at the same time everything seemed to be zipping by.

Contact is made, and you expect it to be the end. You grunt as all remaining air is forced from your body. Another noise came from beneath you. Gasping for air, panic made you feel so cold. Is this what death felt like? No air was coming in and you definitely hit the ground. Were you going to die because you slipped up?

Black was encompassing your vision once again. Frantic attempts to regain air were barely rewarded for your lungs remained mostly empty. Everything still felt paralized, but now your chest felt worse. It hurt so much.

Something was moving beneath you. Pink entered your failing vision. It shifted you around, moving your head and body. More accurately, it moved. Your head was placed on a soft surface while your body was on something else.

Slowly your vision ebbed back to reality. Or you did. Everything still felt wonky. But an axolotl helmet came to greet you. That was a nice thing about your vision clearing, you guessed. Pretty pink axolotl.

“Are you okay,” the axolotl shakily asks. It’s hands were shaking and it sounded masculine.

“Yea,” your voice felt and sounded weird. Very airy, frail, and kinda delirious. You know, the “I don't feel right” type of delirious. Is that delirious? Oh wait you were talking! “Yea i’m good.”

“Are you sure,” the axolotl keeps persisting. It seemed to be looking over you for any injuries. How nice of it! “Double sure? Triple sure? No scrapes? Nothing hurts?”

“I’m absolutely sure,” you assure. Man this was a comfy place and you wanted to stay here longer, but you need to get standing. With shaky arms and legs, you unsteadily get up, stumbling or leaning a bit too much at times. The axolotl panics and helps you to your feet, never letting go afterwards. You thank it for its help and try to walk away, back to Xisuma’s house. Though it assists you, staying by your side as if it were attached with cement.

“You need to stop doing stuff like this,” it begs, leading you by the elbow. “It’s like everytime i’m gone, you purposely go get yourself into trouble, get hurt, or try to leave. I don’t get it. Why do you keep doing it?”

To say you were confused would be an understatement. What’s it even talking about?

Suddenly a thought hits you like lighting and everything starts to line up. This is literally Xisuma. How did you forget that? He changes skins with every new season. Wow you either hit your head, panicked and forgot every important detail ever, or you really needed the oxygen for those brain cells because they finally got what they needed to function.

“Sorry,” you really are sorry. For half of those things, if not almost all of them. If you were simply allowed to go back to the Dream smp in peace, you would be completely fine. Not a bother to the hermits, not a walking hazard to society, and you wouldn’t feel inadequate anymore… Actually that wouldn’t go away no matter where you went or what you did. “I didn’t mean for any of that to happen.”

Xisuma doesn’t reply to your words and you start to panic again. “You weren’t in the house and I got really anxious, okay? I didn’t remember where you said you were going and I just… I needed a hug. I know that sounds stupid or childish, but i wasn’t feeling good. And you said that if I needed something, I'd just have to go to you. Oh who am i kidding, this was the dumbest thing ever. I’m so so sorry for bothering you-” Tears started to well up in your eyes, blurring your vision entirely. You were thankful that you weren’t walking alone while like this. Who knew what else you’d get yourself hurt on.

Not only were your words stopped, but your whole body was too. Jerked back by Xisuma, your teary eyes look directly at his visor which only reflects back your pitiful face. Though you don’t see it for long as you’re pulled into a hug by Xisuma. This only causes you to cry harder.

“Hey hey hey,” Xisuma’s voice is a low murmur, a comforting rumble from his chest. “It’s okay. It’s alright. Did I not tell you where I was going before I left?”

Shaking your head, a tiny “no” escapes you between sobs. Xisuma just hugs you tighter and you snuggle closer. That’s if you can, but you still try.

“Oh i’m so sorry,” he starts to pat and rub your back in a comforting manner, repeatedly apologizing for forgetting to tell you. And other things. Though you can’t exactly tell what they are through your sobbing.

It takes ages for you to calm down. You don’t really have much to go off of, besides the sun. What was once a noon sun glaring down on you was a peaceful sunset over the ocean. When you finish crying, only shaky breaths and tear stains remain to show off the previous crying fit. That and the red eyes.

The sunset is pretty, so you focus on that. Positioning your face to not have it smooshed into Xisuma’s chestplate was a struggle since he was holding you so tightly. But you managed. Soon your face wasn’t full on smooshed into his chest plate, only the side. Your cheek was definitely doing that pancake thing which smooshes out like a flat tire.

Everything’s so peaceful and quiet. Only the waves and sea life disturb it, but it made a great background noise. Xisuma soon adds to everything with some light humming. Rumbling from the chest is so comforting. Why was it such a forgettable yet amazing thing? It felt so nice.

With the humming came some rocking. Going side to side, humming a nonsensical tune. Not long after, you join in as well. Yours was definitely less consistently though, for it was broken up but little giggles. The longer you two went on, the more you giggled.

His arms unwrap themselves and you feel disappointed and saddened by the loss. You needn’t wait for long though, as on both sides of your body, you suddenly feel a tingly sensation. Bursting out into laughter, you try to struggle away from the tickle attack Xisuma has launched on you. But he’s relentless, keeping up with your retreat. It’s only when you’re out of breath, on the ground, and playfully yelling your surrender at him, that he stops.

You two start to calm down again. Laughter slowly ebbed away to chuckles or silence. Not an uncomfortable or awkward silence by any means. A safe and comforting one.

“Come on,” Xisuma prompts, getting up from the crouched position he had to be in for his attack, giving out his hand when he was properly on his feet. “Let’s get home before mobs start to spawn.” You’re more than happy to take his hands. With a pull, you’re brought back to your feet. But you two don’t let go of each other’s hands.

Together you two finish the trek home, and rather quickly too. With the sun setting, it was just a matter of minutes before danger would appear. Luckily you two made it to safety without any issues. The beginning area Xisuma had set up was well lit, safe from the dark and the dangers it harbors.

Being back in the base area made you feel more at peace, calmer, less endangered. Whatever you wanted to say, but you felt safer. And everything looked so pretty at night! You really need to come out more with Xisuma. Staring in awe at the builds in a different light, you and Xisuma dawdle on home.

Everything was perfect again. Just like before. You were happy, Xisuma was happy, what else could you need.

Xisuma walks ahead of you to unlock the front door, to which you say a little “thank you” out of habit and slip on by him and into the house. You do mean it, but still, it’s a habit drilled into you.

After getting back into the house, with some idle chit-chat, you start to get things fixed up in the house. Some dinner was in order for the two of you. After all, you just tried to climb a mountain to find Xisuma and who knows if Xisuma actually ate today. Plus you haven't had anything to eat yet. Whoops.

Leaving Xisuma to his own devices, you continue your conversation as you prepare a meal.

You don’t notice him locking the door and windows, or the dark look he has when he sees the window open, or him putting the keys in his pocket after locking all of the other windows. When he doesn’t reply immediately, though, you turn toward the last direction you heard him from, only to reveal an empty house. Perplexed, you look around a bit, but are stopped by a tap on your shoulder.

Jumping, you whirl around to see Xisuma without his helmet on, chuckling at your reaction. Laughing along with him, you give him a nudge with your hip. He returns it, laughing harder when you’re bumped away from him. This goes on for a while as you cook dinner, with Xisuma helping you.

The night goes on like this. Full of gentle, playful antics and a loving atmosphere. The love you felt was immense. You hadn’t felt happier in months.

Xisuma hasn’t been so scared in months either.

He should’ve secured the house better. Made sure you were fine before he left. Locked the windows before he left.

Now he knows to lock windows. You’d try to use them in the future. Better a situation where you went looking for him than you leaving him. But now he knew.

And all was good again.

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grain-my-beloved · 3 years

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I have a feeling Grian is gonna be gunning for Scar now. And absolutely not in a "You didn't give me a life and im mad 😠" way. In a Jilted Ex Here To Fuck Up Your Life way.

I mean I have zero doubt that there's lingering resentment from Grian to Scar over last season. The sense that he did everything for Scar and gave up his other friends and prospects to get dragged out into a desert with nothing. The hurt and rage spurred by that betrayal in the finale that Grian didn't get an opportunity to really fully vent out or address.

Possibly even moreso I have no doubts that there's lingering affection and devotion from Grian to Scar over last season. Yeah he said that it doesn't count. But he clearly didn't mean it. In episode one, Grian made multiple very noticable slipups in counting Scar as a friend/ally before stammering and backtracking as he realizes he's not. In episode one Grian hardly takes it seriously when he gets a life from Scar, playing off the accusations of swindling as if they were silly (and, well, they sorta are. scar himself was already planning life scams, he would have realized what grian was doing, and he took it fairly lightly, eventually brushing it off and commenting that there's no better person to protect one of his lives. all in all i would hardly call that a trick?) and he seems genuinely honest to god upset when he loses the life, not because he's yellow, but because that was Scar's life. Later on when he coaxes Mumbo with sand there's something off in his tone and his attention seems to float away from Mumbo- he seemed to be moreso gauging Scar's response- and something in his demeanour audibly hardened at Scar's (possibly double meaning) comment about how sand is overrated anyways. Grian brushed off any suspicions and follows Scar when he coaxes him off his horse only to be swindled. In episode two Grian rushes to help Scar in the nether, putting himself, a yellow lifer, in one of the most precarious positions possible and trusting that Scar wouldn't take advantage of it. Then Grian follows Scar home giggling about how Weird it is that he gravitated towards Scar so easily while making no moves to leave. And while he waves his new friends over as soon as they arrive, he still follows Scar. He sticks by Scar till he's revealed as the boogeyman. Even after Joel's failed trap, Grian has no suspicions on Scar and panicks as Scar falls into the trap and nearly dies, clearly worried about him. Grian trusts him until he kills Mumbo. Grian asks why Scar didn't kill him and seems almost...oddly unsatisfied by the answer. Going into episode three Grian rushes to offer Scar an alliance. Episode four continues with this and dear GOD that forest scene was like. Heartwrenching. Actually.

There's a common theme of Grian trying. Searching Scar's demeanour, following him, creating situations in which they're together, offering alliances.....and being rejected. Completely unable to make a dent. He takes Scar's comment about him being the most trustworthy person to hold his life seriously and is genuinely distressed when he loses Scar's life only for Scar to not react much and regard the exchange as swindling as if the lowkey soft "there's noone more capable <3" interaction didn't actually have any weight on his end. Grian slips up and acts as if he's on Scar's side as well as bringing up sand (a clear reminder of their shared past) only to have it shut down under a very thinly veiled double meaning about how overrated sand is (or at least it would easily have been read as a double meaning given how grian was scanning scar's behaviour and his demeanour seemed to harden after that). Grian gets off his horse when asked and it's stolen. Grian trusts Scar and he turns out to be the boogeyman. Grian dares to ask why Scar didn't kill him and it's a logistics issue regarding Grian being a yellow lifer. Grian follows Scar around, lingering near him in ways that are barely disguiseable as normal behaviour 'since my friends aren't here' and Scar never takes the obvious bait being laid out to gauge his feelings. Grian offers alliances, offers to leave all of his new teammates behind, to be partners again, and yeah its part of a deal but Scar has six-seven lives- Scar has so many lives he's SELLING them- and Grian sounds so obviously and genuinely desperate and hurt when he's brushed off as not having a good enough deal (the forest scene in the most recent episode crushed my fucking heart oh my god i don't know if scar doesn't realize or doesn't care but that hurt). He's rejected. Over. And. Over.

He's quite possibly replaced as well. Scar grabs a four-legged herbivore with a dumb name and some random green lifer and drags em' off to build a house on a mountain and try to get leverage over the other players and oh doesn't that get across the message well that Grian was just so damn replaceable? I highly suspect that Grian's choice to kill Yellow Snow was super driven by that. Scar rejects him at every turn but he'll have to really see Grian if his horse is on the line. But it doesn't even make a dent. And it's not that Grian wants to see Scar sad or scared but it's so much better than this stranger act and the level of emotion that woulda hit him as Scar shrugs and walks away...? Unreal. U n r e a l. There was so much put into Grian's line, "So nobody cares about this horse?!?" So much anger and an odd amount of hurt. It wasn't about the horse. It's not hard to get a life in other ways and even if there was no other way Scar could have been bluffing and even if he weren't bluffing a horse is a valuable asset that's better kept than killed and Grian's never been so explicitly impatient that his frustration would overwhelm him over such a minor setback if it didn't mean more. Grian has ample reason to feel....replaced. In some weird way...partially by the damn horse. The damn horse that Scar didn't even care about and dismissed as easily as he dismissed Grian. And oh boy do I suspect the level of overflowing frustration that lead to him so unflinchingly cutting that rope came from a pretty uncontainable hurt and anger over the fact that Scar seemed to look right through him and got over the replacements for his little life with Grian somehow even quicker than he apparently got over Grian. A painful reminder of how Scar jilted him hanging right there.

And then Grian's apparently murdered by Joel. Minutes after the forest scene in which he's once again pretty heart crushingly rejected by Scar. Scar who had seven lives which he was literally selling. Scar who didn't view a partnership with him as valuable enough payment. Scar who burned the pre-order crystal right in front of Grian and shoved past him to go talk to Joel (part 2 of his replacement for the life he built with grian!). Scar who's going to fucking pay now that Grian's a red life if he's got anything to say about it.

#grian #last life #last life smp #last life spoilers

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atherix · 2 years

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The essay begins >:)

Tubbo helping in the shop in ch 10 is????????? so cute?????????? oh my god??????????????? Hes so smart and pays so much attention to his dad and i sldfkgsh i love him

mr goodtimes hurted a bit tho

ALSO THE FACT THAT SCAR DOESNT TELL TUBBO NO TO WANTING TO OWN THE STORE AND EVERYTHING ONE DAY BC HES WORRIED ABOUT MUMBO IS DFKLHSAFKLFSD SCAR!!!! SCAR YOU ARE DRIVING ME INSANE IM SO GLAD YOU CAN KISS HIM NOW OH MY LORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The fact that scar is not only concerned w like. Tubbo learning and wanting to work for the store and just being so proud of his son but also MUMBO BEING ABLE TO CONTINUE LIVING HIS LIFE WITHOUT HAVING TO HUNT IM!!! I AM!!!!!!!!!!

oh my god and the *child claim* that scar and tubbo get to have a moment where they're just dad and son, not Mr. GoodTimes and Apprentice ASDFLSGK I am so happy. they deserve all the time in the world. AND THE WAY THE CHILD CLAIM WORKS I AM AGHAST ITS SO COOL!!! THE DESCRIPTIONS OF FEELING???? YES! YES!!!!! Of scar being kind of sad that it doesnt have all the pomp and circumstance that it 'should' have because hes fae but just being happy he gets to do it at all is flkgsdfk SO CUTE AND THEN HIM REALIZING HIS LEGACY WILL BE TUBBO IM!!!!!!!!!! I AM FEELING EMOTIONS!!!!!!!!!! SCAR IS THE CHARACTER!!!! AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And then he still has to sit there and tell himself he can do it, that he wont mess it up, even though he's very skilled at what he does is fdkhsl oh my god. and also scar not knowing if the feeling of magic will fade or if you just get used to it bc hes just. Its just him sfkaslgAND ALSO THAT BEING HOW TUBBO LEARNS SCAR'S TRUE NAME IM SCREAMING!!!!

ALSO AT THE READERS IM CALLED ATHERIX OUT!!! SHE DIDN'T DECIDE WHAT THEIR TRUE NAMES ARE YET!!!! START A RIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND THEN????????????? CH 11????? THE HINT OF WHAT FERAL SCAR WILL BECOME DSLKAGKDG I AM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

He just YEETS away from Mumbo and it is so funny oh my god. Like its funny now. I imagine. 👀👀👀one of these times hes going to yeet and its going to be A VERY BAD NOT GOOD HORRIBLE TIME AH!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Also the fact that his wards didnt work on the robbers bc they didnt want to hurt tubbo they just wanted the book is so funny to me???????/ lmao.

BUT THE WAY SCAR IS ABLE TO FOOL THEM BECAUSE HIS MAGIC DOESNT LOOK LIKE ANYONE ELSES AND ONE OF THE ROBBERS IS AN ABSOLUTE DIPSHIT IS SO FUNNY OH MY GOD!!! DANGEROUS FAE MAN THROWS TWO MEN INTO THE CANAL MORE AT 11 AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Also the Watcher Bible thing is DRIVING ME INSANE OH MY GOD GRIAN IS GOING TO LOSE HIS MIND FOR LIKE A SECOND AND YOU KNOW WHAT I AM TOO!!!!!!!!!!! I AM TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OH MY GOD

But the fact that tubbo being followed home and someone trying to rob the house because they saw him w the book and knew what it was so the WATCHERS were in AQUATOWN oh my GOD!!!!!!!!!!! I FEEL LIKE THIS IS GOING TO COME BACK TO BIT US ALL IN THE ASS!!!!!! WHAT IF THEY'RE ALREADY IN BOATEM JUST WAITING!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

"they arent going to remember this" scar you scare me. Atherix dont you DARE use this to try to erase mumbo and grians memories i am TERRIFIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ALSO SCAR AND TUBBO NOT KNOWING THE WATCHER TEXT BUT TUBBO ASSUMING HIS FATHER WOULD KNOW IS AH!!!! WHAT THE HELL IS THE LANGUAGE THE WATCHERS USE, ENOCHIAN????? BUT THE FACT THAT TUBBO JUST ASSUMED HIS DAD WOULD KNOW IS SDDFKSFKL

Wings of ink and ichor is going ot HAUNT ME!!! THE WHOLE THING IS SO GOOD BUT THAT PART IS SDLFKGSH

AND THE WARDEN MY BELOVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THE WARDEN #1 WARDEN FAN HERE COME GET YA JUICE!!!!!

Oh my god and then the NECKLACE?????????????????? AH!!! SCAR KEEPING SOMETHING OF HIS DADS AND GIVING IT TO HIS SON TO PROTECT HIM BECAUSE TUBBO HAS HIS MAGIC AND CAN AND DGKLWDHAKLKFHGDklgklfdlkaf I AM FEELING EMOTIONS AND SINKING INTO OBLIVION

tubbo failed math S E N T ME oh my god

fdshjgfjh hello hello <3

He just wants to help his dad and work in the shop and learn everything he can <3 Such a sweet boyo <3

IKR hjgfdkj Scar you did it to yourself but I am so sorry </3

MANS GOT IT BAD. He even made a deal with the Council and im just jhfgdjkgf <3 He just wants Mumbo to have a good life <3 I am also glad they can kiss now it's <3 BUT ALSO he is so proud of his son <3 loves him so much hjkgjkdfkj <3

YESSSSSSS dad and son <3 I wanted it to be intimate and unique to how most other spells work, since it's more like extending part of yourself rather than manipulating the world around <3 HJFSJK I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS I AM hjkfdskjf. AND YES even tho he's just happy to have this moment he can't help but think of all the things that should have been </3 HJSFJKDSK TUBBO is his son his legacy the one who will be there after he's long gone and carry on his magic and his teachings <3 it's so jfdkj <3 And yes that is such a natural Good Dad feel, worrying about messing up and jst jfdsk <3 HAHA how would he know if it ever fades, he's always just had magic <3 AND YEAHHH HHH-

HJSFLKDHJFSLK LOOK LOOK I JUST. I HADN'T INTENDED TO SHARE THE NAMES BUT NOW IT TURNS OUT PEOPLE WANT TO KNOW.

YESSSS FERAL SCAR. The funny thing is we haven't even seen him get as feral as he can be <3 Also I love when you get to see the pretty Elf man's inhuman side, little reminders that regardless of how human he looks he isn't <3

Heheheheheh I mean. :) I have mentioned before how dangerous teleporting can be right-

LMAO YEAH Scar realizing he needs to rework the wards simply because they were too damn specific im. HJKfdsjkk

AND THEY DESERVED IT <3 Haha yeah but Scar just casually walking around twirling his staff and they have no clue b/c Sorcerers and Mages both point their focus objects, they don't move them like Scar does hjgfsdlkk <3

YEEAAAHHHHHHH Isn't it a good thing Mumbo and Grian didn't try to help Scar and Tubbo unpack their belongings :)) HHHHJJH

:)) :)) Haha this part happened ~2 years before current time in the story... and Grian left Midnight Alley ~3 years ago (give or take, math sucks)... but didn't settle in Boatem until 1 1/2 years... so where was he those 1 1/2 years before Boatem.... 2 years ago... traveling, right..... Hm :)

HFSKJDSJF TUBBO JUST ASSUMING SCAR KNOWS ANYTHING TO DO WITH MAGIC OR MYTH LMAO hjfdsljkfd <3

I had to write that down it popped into my head and I had to I just. Yes-

THE WARDEEEEEEN I might write a self-serving scene where the Warden is involved as more than just a myth I just. They're so neat I am holding gently in my hand I am love-

YESSSSS PASSING IT ON TO HIS SON LIKE can you imagine how hard it must be to do something like that, like even though he never used it after ahem- <3 I LOVE THEM SO MUCH <3

Listen math is hard <3

#ask #Midnight Series #Hermitshipping #I'm sure Midnights Past isn't chock full of foreshadowing....#:)

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Last Life Hitman AU: The Southlands

“This could be the sta-aha-rt of something amazing.”

Organization: The Southlands (AKA: The Aha-lliance)

Known Members: Grian, Mumbo Jumbo, Impulse, Martyn Littlewood, and Jimmy Solidarity

Status: Active

Brief History: About three years ago, Grian founded the organization with the help of his close friend, Mumbo, and a previous ally, Martyn. Soon after they began, they discovered Impulse, followed closely behind by their youngest member, Jimmy. While most of them didn’t have a background in the business when they started, the group swiftly began making a name for themselves in the underground world. Though their success could be chalked up to their combined strengths, it was always their incredible amount of trust and loyalty in one another that made them so much more impressive. Their hits would almost always run flawlessly, and it was that trust that made it so much easier.

In recent months, however, it’s become more obvious to the group that their bonds aren’t as tight as they once were. Suspicions are rising high, but the bonds that bind them still keep them together (at least, for now).

Roles:

Grian: Leader; Organization and Planning

Mumbo Jumbo: Lead Weapons Technician

Impulse: Weapons Technician; Research

Martyn: Lead Espionage; Research

Jimmy: The Grunt

(More details about their roles and hit styles under the cut! Please pay attention to the trigger warning!)

(TW: Mentions of Murder, Torture, and Blood — none of these are talked about in depth and none of the characters are harmed, but the topics are mentioned and/or heavily referenced. Be safe!)

Detailed Roles:

Grian: Chooses which hits they’ll be taking on and coordinates everything based on information gathered by Impulse and Martyn. Makes sure that everything runs smoothly and there’s always a back up plan in place in case things go south. Ensures that everyone knows their role in every plan, assists constantly as needed, and deals with everything else on the side. Does all the talking for the group, whether it be to clients or dealing with other problems elsewhere. Everything runs through Grian.

Mumbo: Though he’s been named Lead Weapons Tech, it’s not actually all he does. It’s a major part of his job on the team, but he actually shares the role with Impulse. The two of them are responsible for weapons maintenance and any repairs needed to any weapons, armor, etc. Has actually created a few tools for the team, along with plans for some weapons that tend to be more of the deadly side. His job title was given to more or less take away from discussing one of his other major roles, which involves dealing with… extracting information from any subjects they’ve had to take hostage. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, Mumbo is almost always the one to deal with them. Very rarely goes out into the field, but on the few occasions he has, he’s often been used for look-out and other small tasks due to his minimal amount of experience in that area.

Impulse: While he isn’t technically the lead technician, it doesn’t make him any less important. As mentioned before, he deals with weapons maintenance and occasionally helps Mumbo with creating some signature tools for the team. It’s never anything much, mostly just little tools to make communications and stealth missions easier. Occasionally he and Mumbo will create actual weapons, which he’ll often help Mumbo test out. Responsible for helping Grian with researching on the inside to gather all the needed info about their marks. Often helps Grian with trying to organize a smooth-working plan that allows Martyn and/or Jimmy to get in and out quickly and efficiently. He does enjoy going out on missions from time to time, but he’s only sent out usually to assist if there’s more tech involved, or if a third person is needed for some reason.

Martyn: Due to Martyn’s excellent stealth skills, it’s only natural that he became their lead for information gathering missions. He’s capable of getting in and out of anywhere without a trace, slipping into the shadows with ease. He’s also the one that’s sent out on missions that require a bit more expertise, such as any missions that require infiltration. If there’s ever a mission that needs absolute success, Martyn is sent in. He’s usually sent along with Jimmy on missions, too. Originally, it was because he was having to train Jimmy, but nowadays, it’s mostly if there’s a mission that seems like a two-person type job, or if Grian’s concerned about it going wrong. Whichever it is, Martyn’s usually happy to go along.

Jimmy: Considered the Grunt of the group since he’s both the youngest and newest member (even though he’s been there for about the same amount of time), but also because he’s simply assigned anywhere as needed. Most of the time, he’s placed out on the field. Due to not having a background in the business before joining, Martyn ended up training him. It wasn’t until about a year ago that Jimmy was allowed out on the field by himself. Now that he is, Jimmy’s mostly assigned to complete quick hits. If there’s ever a job needed to be done, Jimmy’s the one sent to do it, though Martyn is often sent with him.

Hit Styles:

Grian: Very hands-off when it comes to hits, and doesn’t like getting his hands dirty; Prefers to snipe targets from afar. It’s far less blood and gets the job done much faster. None of this is due to an aversion to blood. He just prefers to approach his hits in a very quick and efficient manner. Doesn’t use blades very often, nor any other close-range weapons. Nevertheless, he’s very capable with every style of weapon. Capable of quickly adapting between weapons as needed.

Mumbo: Very much the opposite of Grian; doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty. Almost always kept in-house, which is… probably for the best. He’s reserved for extracting information and his methods are always successful. Prefers long drawn out kills, specifically because he’ll use whoever they have captured to test new weapons. Enjoys a bit of pizzazz with his kills, especially with explosives. Doesn’t get sent out on missions often, thus he doesn’t really have a signature hit style, nor a preferred weapon choice. Much rather choose blades over guns (partially because it requires less aim), but prefers to leave the actual killing out on the field to the other Southerners.

Impulse: Like Mumbo, Impulse doesn’t have much of a preference when it comes to weapons. Whatever’s the easiest option at the time is fine by him! He does enjoy seeing the weapons that he and Mumbo create together in use, and occasionally he’ll help test those out with Mumbo. Usually prefers to let the others handle the actual hits. He actually enjoys the more tech side of things, but he does get sent out on the field here and there if there’s tech somehow involved. He’s the one that disables the alarm systems and other security measures, but he usually does it from the base rather than on sight. Will complete hits as needed and he’s pretty efficient at it. He’d just rather leave it to Martyn and Jimmy since missions are usually a lot more stealth-based and a bit too slow-paced at times for his liking.

Martyn: Silent and deadly. Prefers not to use weapons that make any noise. Any kind of short blade is his first weapon of choice, but any other easily concealable weapons are welcome. He’s capable of using long-range weapons, but would prefer any type of gun with a silencer for quick sniping and the occasional crossbow for if he really wanted to make a statement. Prefers to end things swiftly that way he can quickly disappear.

Jimmy: Willing to use whatever he’s given, but hates getting blood on his hands. He doesn’t actually like the killing part either, which the others consider ridiculous given their line of work. Jimmy willingly joined their group knowing what he’d be getting into, but he still doesn’t enjoy having to kill anyone, even the bad people. For that reason, he’ll usually prefer guns that get the job done quickly (and with much less suffering to those on the receiving end). He tries to avoid knives and other close-range weapons, but he’ll use them as needed.

And there we have it!

At last, we have all roles and hit styles of the Southlands!! I meant to have this done a while ago, but I kept pushing it off because I just??? You know that feeling where you’ve already figured something out in your head, but you don’t want to translate it into words because you wanna move on to just writing the next part? Yeah, that was basically what I was doing.

It wasn’t for a lack of genuine enjoyment though because I honestly LOVE the Southlands dynamics. I literally just kept putting it off so I could keep writing little drabbles about that I’m hoping them that I’d like to share soon.

But this was actually something @/Smolvexx had asked about a while ago! Sorry for it taking a while, but I hope you forgive me aslkajsdhgjs

(I also hope you all forgive me for Mumbo being a bit bloodthirsty in this AU,,, I saw mine-sara-sp’s Blood God Mumbo art and I couldn’t help myself... Not to mention, combined with the wildcard that was Red Life! Mumbo??? I had a vision and the vision was “scary mumbo be scary blood go brrrr” and I love him too much to let go. He’s absolutely terrifying in the best ways and I genuinely can’t wait to share more about him.)

Anyway, I really hope you guys enjoyed this!!!

As always, my asks are open so feel free to ask about anyone or anything from the AU! Let me know what you guys think! I’d love to hear your guys’ feedback on everybody so far!

Until next time!<3

(Sorry for everything being smushed together btw! Fucking Tumblr deletes all the spaces between paragraphs.)

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