#so i can just watch grian and maybe a few others and call it a day

[cm-lily]

I read a fanfic once, I forgot which one. But in that fic, they have this idea where Gem and Grian's base has this... Foggy vibe to it. Like compare it to the cherry mountain that's all pink and petals and then you have these two bases which are straight up The Horrors™

I Just love that idea

So much I've been thinking, what if the whole Magic Mountain is surrounded by fog? A magic fog and mist that just always surround the area and got thicker as the sun set further. The area always seems cloudy. As if there is an eternal cloud forever covering the mountains. It's either raining, or storm, or cloudy. The only time it's clear is when Grian finally got his mending book, the pink snail arrive, and it switch to storm when Scar got the mending book. (He got struck by lightning a few time if he reaches that area)

Joel's base not only has lantern illuminating it, but souls as well. They didn't stay idle, but never went too far. Some of them even transform, Into tanuki or fox or wolves and even Koi fish and Axolotl. That fly in the air instead of water, obviously.

Sometimes there's things passing by on Impulse's build. Something tall and slender, with long limbs and sharp claws. They're not Enderman, Enderman don't crawl. Impulse said they're cool if you pretend they didn't exist and just let them... Lurks around.

Something is wrong with Mumbo's base. I want to call it decaying, but it's not. It's more like redstone veins appear around the blackened grass, the air smells like gunpowder and something acid. Or maybe copper.

Many hermits had reported seeing the sight of a statue angel that just appear on top of Skizz's unfinished Pyramid. It appear when they're looking at it, but then they look around and it's gone. The statue has never been in the same position everytime someone look at it.

Most people don't like going to Scar's base at night, not only because of how creepy it look like surrounded by those fog. Like the rest of them, something strange always happens. Like animals looking bigger and more beast-like the moment night arrive, ever seen a cow just grows multiple horns and it sounds like those horn are breaking out of it's skull? Or that one time, one time his horse stand up on two feet? Probably not. Scar said they're harmless. Except for the snail—he said. The snail isn't his. That's why they damaged his build and become a nuisance.

(There was once a time, a time where clouds whirled around his ore pillar, clouds that are made of limbs and hand and eyes and it just stretched and climb down from the pillar. It never reach the ground, fortunately.)

Grian never stopped fishing. Even if it rains or stormed outside. He's smelly and that's why snails like him and his horse don't. Totally not because Pluto saw him turn into giant mer-man with many eyes and tails and sharp tooth. Definitely not. Don't feel weird when you feel like you're being watched. Or because shadow-like silhouette wander around his wheat farm, or a silhouette of something massive that was illuminated everytime lightning strikes, looking down from the cherry mountain toward his and Gem's base and, occasionally, you felt like you found a body you recognize in the water—

And that's where Gem comes in! Gem is someone who stopped you before you decide to jump in the water and check who's that corpse is. And the one who shooed off the many eyes that lurk in the muddy river side of Grian's base. Grian hates her for that but there's nothing he can do. Gem, like Grian, is someone who can walk in the middle of the storm unharmed. Most of the time, she make sure that none of the hermits fell into the trick of her other neighbors.

just don't let that distract you from the fact one of her build is actually sentient and breathing and is always staring at you. Or the fact there's blood around the rocky shores if you squint into the dark river/soon-to-be-ocean. Or the fact that, just like the angler, the skull always felt like it's watching even if there's no actually eyes in it's socket. Gem is always present when you want to have a tour or just so happened to passed that area, but... If she's not there to guide you, would it even be worth it to be stabbed with a trident and got dragged into the water?

#cm think #hc s10 #the magic mountain #grian #geminitay #joel smallishbeans #mumbo jumbo #goodtimeswithscar #impulsesv #skizzleman #Let's add some Horrors to these silly minecrafter tehe #Yes I've been watching too much TMA/TMP and my yt shorts is filled with Doctor Who clip

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

I like hermitcraft fandom but im really struggling to get through the series itself, it's truly ruining me

#im switching between grian's playthorugh and this 900+ video long playlist #apparently it's like ALL of hermit craft #the real problem is im weird about fandom and if thees stuff im not caught up on it drives me crazy #so i can just watch grian and maybe a few others and call it a day #btu then there will be perspectives i dont know #references i wont get #and things that i will just be missing out on #so without know who all is in it #as well as just not having the time on my hands to watch the same series from different perspectives #i mostly have it playing in the background #but things like this genuinely cause me stress #like serious actual fucking anxiety over this #same thing with fnaf #or any smp #but ive been reading some of the fanfic and seeing some fanart #and its just making me more curious #i love this sm #hermitcraft #grian #hermitcraft grian #grianmc #hermitblr #minecraft #mcyt #mcytblr #life smp #secret life smp #minecraft smp

[mochiwrites]

late night visitor.

in which grian gets a visit from the city’s popular hero, hotguy.

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There’s a tapping sound at Grian’s window. He straightens up from where he’s hunched over at his desk, papers from the library waiting to be sorted and marked. The pen he has in his hand is set down as he turns around in his chair, angling himself toward the window. Soft brown eyes flick toward the glass, and his lips curl in a slight cringe.

Standing behind Grian’s window, right on his balcony, is none other than the city’s top hero, Hotguy. Irritation and confusion sparks within him as he sees the orange and teal clad man, arrowhead insignia proudly displayed on his chest. His sleeves are short, leaving the muscles of his biceps exposed. Fingerless gloves sit on his hands, bow and quiver on his back. An orange and teal mask covers his face, letting Grian see no more than his green eyes. His brown hair is dark in the cover of night, a small ponytail at the base of his head. A pleased smirk sits on his face, a signature look.

Grian feels his eyebrow twitch.

He pushes himself up from his chair, taking a few measured steps over to the hero. Hotguy’s smirk widens as Grian moves closer, until he’s right in front of the window. The glass slides up, and Grian lifts a brow, “Don’t you have more important things to do than haggling civilians, Hotguy?”

“Gaggling? I’d never do such a thing!” Hotguy retorts, a playful lilt to his words as he smiles down at Grian. “I’ve only come by to see my favorite civilian!”

“Pretty sure you still have better things to do. Like patrolling?” Grian offers, stepping back. His words don’t seem to bother Hotguy as he climbs into Grian’s apartment through the window.

The breeze from the wind follows him in, adding a slight chill to the room. Hotguy straightens as both feet land on the floor, taking a look around the place as if he hasn’t seen it before. “Not to worry, Grian. I’ve already finished patrolling for the night!” he says proudly, moving to set his bow down on the table nearby. “Besides, whatever I don’t catch, I’m sure Cuteguy will.”

It’s a statement Grian would put faith in, if he wasn’t the aforementioned hero. Maybe he can find a bit of appreciation in how much Hotguy seems to trust him, even now. There’s a small smile that seems to pull at his lips as he shakes his head.

He’s honestly not sure how he’s ended in this position, with his hero partner dropping by his apartment on occasion. Hotguy only found out where he lived because of a villain attack once. It had been way too risky to try anything that may give his Cuteguy identity away, so he had let Hotguy rescue him and get him safely home (the guy may irritate Grian sometimes, but he still owes him a lot).

From there Hotguy would come by once in a while, performing ‘check ups’ as he liked to call them. Grian thinks they’re just excuses to slack off. Hotguy vehemently denies it of course.

It’s something he’s gotten used to after a few months of this happening, even if it makes him nervous. He doesn’t want Hotguy finding out his identity, nor does he want to know Hotguy’s.

Because he’s a liability. Who knows what could happen if he ever found out and it was used against him. Or…

He still owes Hotguy so much.

So far it’s seemed okay. It isn’t like there’s much connecting Grian to Cuteguy in his apartment. Hotguy certainly hasn’t put anything together, which he can breathe a sigh of relief at.

“Ooooo, what’s all this?” Hotguy’s voice breaks him from his thoughts, causing Grian to angle his head toward him from where he had been staring off. The hero has migrated over to his desk, peering down at the papers. He picks one up, “Up late organizing papers again, huh?”

Grian shrugs in response, “Sacrifices have to be made now and then.” He then frowns as he watches the hero turn a page toward him, reading it. “Hey, put that down will you?”

“Ooooo, town history! How fun,” Hotguy hums as he sets the paper back down on the desk. He turns back to look at Grian with a charming smile. “Though there’s definitely better ways to spend your evening, G.”

“Good thing you’re not me then,” Grian snorts, shaking his head. “I happen to quite enjoy staying indoors and organizing papers. I much prefer it over dealing with pesky heroes,” he deadpans. He doesn’t, but Hotguy doesn’t need to know that.

“Oh, Grian, you wound me!” Hotguy cries playfully, setting a hand on his chest. “I bet I could make your evening ten times more amayzin’!”

The image that conjures is one that causes Grian to shudder. He can totally see Hotguy sitting with him in his apartment, talking his ear off about how cool of a hero he is He grimaces, “Somehow I doubt you’d make improve my evening. Actually, I think you—”

Grian takes a step toward him, only for the bow sitting on his table to catch his eye. He stills, words turning to dust on his tongue as he stares at the weapon. He’s seen it plenty of times in battle before, watched Hotguy shoot three glowing arrows at once with terrifying precision without even flinching. But he’s never seen it up close.

Walking over to the table, Grian sets a hand over it, humming quietly as the previous conversation is forgotten. “Weird to see you without this thing,” he idly comments. He traces over the edge of the bow with a finger, feeling the hard material under his touch.

“Ah, Grian, you really shouldn’t—” Hotguy tries to say, but Grian is already grabbing it. He turns and points the end right at the hero with a mischievous smile.

“What, afraid I’m gonna poke my own eye out or something?” he teases, shaking his head. Like he’d be careless enough to do something like that.

Hotguy walks over to him, frowning slightly. “Careful where you point that thing! That’s a weapon you’re holding.”

“I know what a bow is, Hotguy,” Grian huffs lightly in return. “I’m just looking at it. I’ve never seen it up close before.” His gaze returns to the bow, a curious hum reverberating in his chest.

“Well of course you haven’t,” Hotguy chuckles quietly. The frown lifts from his face, lips going lax as he stands in front of Grian. “I usually don’t let anyone other than my technician handle it. But I guess I can make an exception for my favorite civilian. As long as you’re not shootin’ any real arrows.”

“How kind of you.” Grian’s eyes trace the details of the bow, a bit of awe in his expression. It’s not light by any means, Grian has to hold it with both hands. How the hell does Hotguy shoot with it? He knew the guy was strong, but this is something else. The bowstring is black and hard to pull back, Grian finds, as he experimentally tugs on it. The bow itself matches Hotguy’s aesthetic well, with the top half being teal and the bottom orange. On its own it’s nothing special, just some heavy bow. But its user makes all the difference.

He glances over at Hotguy with a hint of curiosity, “How do you handle this thing, anyway?” It might be helpful to know for the future, should anything happen and Cuteguy needs to make a quick shot. He’s no Hotguy when it comes to precision, but he can certainly try.

Hotguy doesn’t answer immediately, instead gazing at Grian through his mask. His eyes are soft, contemplative as he thinks over his response. Grian waits, gaze drawn to the bow in his hands instead of the hero in front of him.

“Well,” Hotguy begins after a moment, moving in, “firstly, your position is all off.” He slides up behind Grian, causing the shorter to stiffen. A hand falls over his, the one holding the bow, and it’s raised. “Angle your feet ninety degrees, and keep them shoulder length apart.” He gently nudges Grian’s right foot with his boot, encouraging him to fix his position. “Good, just like that.”

Hearing Hotguy so close to his ear sends chills down Grian’s spine, little pinpricks that tingle right down to his lower back. He can feel the hero’s breath against his neck, and Grian finds his face feeling warm. Why is he suddenly so embarrassed?

With gentle fingers, Hotguy lifts Grian’s arm, pointing the bow at nothing. “You’ll want to keep your arm straight. I’d normally load an arrow at this point, but I think it’s in our best interest to keep those away from you,” he chuckles, and the sound is smooth like velvet, low and deep. Grian shudders. Hotguy speaks quietly, like being any louder would send Grian scampering away as if he were a startled rabbit.

Hotguy keeps his grip on Grian’s raised arm with one hand, the other sliding around to his front. Gentle but sturdy fingers settle over Grian’s stomach, setting a light pressure against his abdomen. His hands are warm against Grian, he can feel his heart stuttering in his chest. It’s hard for him to concentrate with the hero so close.

“Don’t trust me with an arrow?” Grian can’t help but ask, his voice surprisingly just as quiet as Hotguy’s.

He feels the way Hotguy’s chest rumbles from his laughter with how Grian’s practically pressing against him.

His cheeks feel really warm.

Movement from the corner of his eye has him shifting his gaze to lock eyes with the hero. He sees a soft gleam in them, something that seems to go past the kind of look a hero may direct at a civilian. It’s softness is reflected in the depth of Hotguy’s eyes, all forest-like green and bright with color. The green seems lighter like this, smoother.

Grian wonders what his face would like if the mask wasn’t there. Would the softness sit on his expression? Would it still be so open, like Hotguy’s heart on his sleeve, if there were no make to shield it? Would he let Grian see it? If Grian asked would—

He quickly shakes himself out of those thoughts, horrified. Where did they come from?!

“I want to be careful with you,” Hotguy finally murmurs to him, and god that is not helping with Grian’s embarrassing thoughts! “Giving you high tech hero equipment you don’t know how to use kind of goes against that, Gri.”

Gri.

Gri?!

What the hell is happening right now?!

Some sort of noise punches its way out of Grian as he stares at Hotguy, struggling for some sort of response. Normally he’d reply with snark, some kind of sarcastic remark. But right now he’s coming up empty, unable to move away from the fact that Hotguy is holding him and he doesn’t want him to let go. God what’s wrong with him all of the sudden?

Hotguy’s eyes seem to widen at the noise Grian makes, and just like that the warmth is gone. “Oh gosh! I was totally just all up in your grill there!” he exclaims, stepping back. He seamlessly takes the bow from Grian’s hands as he moves away, leaving Grian’s back rather chilly. His face is red, if not more red than Grian’s is. The two of them are trapped in some sort of staring contest with each other, individual thoughts racing.

Neither speak.

“W-Well uh, that’s how you use the Hotguy bow! P-Pretty neat huh?” Hotguy says after a moment, chuckling nervously. Something on his wrist beeps, and he glances down at it.

Grian breaks out of his stupor then, watching Hotguy move. “Something wrong?” he asks, finally finding his words.

“Nothing to worry about. Just duty calling.” Hotguy looks back up at him, cheeks still warm with a nervous smile. “I’ll have to cut this one short! We’ll save the archery lesson for another time!” He gives Grian a salute before heading back out the way he came.

Alone in his apartment, Grian stands. His heart is still pounding, staring at where the city’s hero stood not even a few seconds ago. Wordlessly, he falls back in a chair, still staring off.

Maybe he should’ve been called Whirlwind instead.

#mochi writes #feathered redemption au #scarian #hermitshipping #hotguy hermitcraft #this is soooo rough #and the ending is super rushed #but this scene has been plaguing me all day I had to throw it down #this is somehow 2k???? #wrote this all today whoops #I’m still trying to take it easy with the burnout #but here’s Something

[t4t4tclethian]

The moment Joel realizes he has a crush on xB is, objectively, quite a funny one. He’d almost certainly be laughing about it if it had been anyone else. As it is, though, he’s hopping mad, extremely indignant, and deeply embarrassed about the whole thing. Who ever heard of a hitman falling for their mark? (Well, a lot of people have- it’s a whole romance cliche for a reason. But it wasn’t supposed to actually happen!)

(ao3 link)

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It had all started a few days earlier, when Joel had been hanging out with the other Magical Mountaineers in the breakroom. Gem and Impulse were poring over some papers together, Skizz was on a phone call in the corner, Mumbo was politely watching as Scar fumbled through some magic tricks, and Grian was sitting on the couch with Joel, listening to him rant about his failures at killing xB (he’d drawn the short straw). Everything was normal.

And then, when Joel paused his tirade to take a breath, Grian said those fatal words. “From the way you talk about this guy, Joel, it’s almost like you’ve got a crush on the mark!”

Which was ridiculous, of course! He does blummin’ not, thank you! His relationship with xB was a perfectly platonic contract killing, and Joel is a professional! He knows better than to fall for his target, and he indignantly tells Grian as much.

But, of course, Grian is Grian, and the second he senses he’s touched a nerve he doubles down. And so he did.

“Contract killing? Give me a break, Joel! Your contract on this guy expired ages ago, and you’re not the type to work for free.” Grian’s eyes twinkled with mischief as he continued to needle at Joel. “Admit it, there’s something else going on here, isn’t there?”

Joel spluttered, and took a deep breath as he glanced around the room. Fuck. Everyone had stopped what they were doing to listen in on him and Grian now. He had to say something to throw them off or he would never be able to live this conversation down.

“My contract might be done, but unlike some people I finish the things I start, thank you very much!”

Grian squawked in indignation, and as he did so the others chuckled and turned back to their own conversations, unfounded accusations of romance forgotten. Grian’s tendency to leave things unfinished was well-known, and something that every assassin at Magic Mountain had teased him over many times.

But that thought refused to leave his brain. It had wiggled its way in like a worm. Did he have a crush on xB? Is that why he kept coming back when any sane person would’ve just given it up already? And the answer, of course, is no. All of Joel’s actions here have perfectly reasonable and professional explanations.

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Joel waits patiently on the rooftop across from Horse Head Farmer’s Market (which, despite the name, is actually a grocery store/money laundering scheme, not a farmer’s market), rifle at the ready, just as he has been for the past three and a half hours. You can’t rush a good sniping, after all, and xB’s schedule varies enough that Joel’s never quite sure when he’ll head out for lunch. (He’s pretty sure xB has done this specifically to spite Joel- the guy’s obsessed with him.)

Yes! Finally! xB steps out of the store, starts walking down the street, and- turns to look at Joel’s rooftop, makes direct eye contact with him, and gives him a friendly little wave, the infuriatingly sincere kind that makes Joel want to kill him even more. Dammit. He’s been caught. Also, wow, even from here Joel is a little wowed by how blue xB’s eyes are. Or maybe he’s just remembering how they look, because there’s no way Joel can actually see his eyes from here. They are definitely a very nice blue, though, and oh, huh, Joel realizes that Lizzie has blue eyes, too. Maybe he’s got a thing for blue-eyed people, and- OH SHIT RIGHT HE’S KILLING THIS GUY.

Joel fires, because even if he’s been discovered a vantage point is still a vantage point. Of course, xB somehow manages to not be in the bullet’s path, just like he always does, and then he gives Joel a disapproving look, like he’s actually disappointed Joel didn’t do a better job at trying to kill him.

God, he’s so cute, Joel’s brain has the audacity to think, like it’s trying to add insult to insult to injury. To Joel’s horror, he realizes in this moment that he’s had dozens, maybe even hundreds of thoughts like this, that just slipped through the cracks and went unnoticed.

Then, xB smiles at him again before heading on his way, and Joel falls off of the rooftop. He has time to think, Oh, I’m gonna kill Grian, as he plummets towards the ground. And then, everything goes dark, and he dies.

#hitman xbeans au #gumy writes! it’s a miracle! #this isn’t the end btw it’s just a good pausing point #hermitshipping #oh also btw in this au joel and lizzie are in an open relationship #bc i couldn’t write her out for the sake of yaoi. i just couldn’t. #so instead she has a thing with cleo and joel has a thing with xb and both of them know #but lizzie doesn’t wanna hear shit abt joel’s hitman activities

[mar-im-o]

The Watcher's hands weave threads of green and gold and red throughout those Grian loves.

And in those threads the Watchers tie souls. Souls bound in love. Souls bound in pain. Souls bound between one another. Some try to fight it--insisting that they are not soulmates, that their soul belongs to another, but it's a tiresome, futile effort to reject the manipulation of the soul.

Not that Grian thinks so.

He's seen how the others react as they try to reject their soulmates. Scott thinks of Pearl constantly, dotes on her well-being, obsessively calls her to him under the guise of toying with her. Martyn sobs for Cleo. BDubs panics when Impulse is too far from him.

The Watcher's threads are strong.

But not to Grian.

"We're not soulmates," he insists one evening, the harsh words riding on the breeze rushing pass their base and off into the ravine.

He's perched atop pointed dripstone, watching lazily as Scar puts the Jellie pandas to sleep. His friend looks up at Grian with a start, brow quirked in a teasing glance. "Oh?"

"Yep," Grian goes on. Clipped wings help him leap from the cake and onto the perimeter of the Jellie Sanctuary. "Big B's my soulmate now. Just so you know."

Scar snorts then turns back the Jellies, feeding one bamboo. "Well, alright then!"

Grian squints. "Seriously. I'm leaving you. Big B and I are running away together."

"Right."

"Far away," Grian says, placing emphasis on the distance as he looks to the sky, pretending not to be drinking in Scar's every reaction. "We're gonna build our own ranch in the mountains. Farm goats."

"Sounds nice."

"Without you."

"Just remember to eat," Scar says with hum, scratching beneath a Jellie's chin. "I'll try not to get us on Red!"

But the red has already infiltrated Grian's soul, shown through a burning in his cheeks. He puffs them out in frustration (a little more bird-like than he'd prefer) feathers at his back fluffing in a similar response as he jumps into the sanctuary.

It spooks the Jellies and a few grumble in response, the one nearly tipping Scar's chair backwards. Scar rights himself with a laugh, finally meeting Grian's eyes.

And he's fine. No hidden jealousy, no subtle longing. Nothing. He's...

He's fine.

Grian puffs up a bit more. "Do you not care if I leave?"

Scar finally seems to register Grian's tone and sobers. He tilts his head, full attention on Grian.

Finally.

"Do you want me to?" Scar asks, and Grian feels like he could explode.

"YES!! We're soulmates! We should be doing what the others are, shouldn't we? Being alone should sound miserable!"

Scar just offers a confused chuckle, looking around the sanctuary as if the Jellies could help him escape. "Well it doesn't sound fun but I don't own you, G. If you want to leave, you can leave!"

"But--" Grian fumbles for words, trying his best to soothe a soul that won't calm. He ends up just crossing his arms. "This isn't how the game goes. Everyone else--they want to be together, they're obsessed with each other. Why aren't we?"

"Because we're not them?" Scar guesses. He's clicked off his brakes so he can move closer to Grian, offering a hand. "Why do you want to be?"

Grian looks away from the open palm.

He doesn't know. He doesn't know why this is so important to him, why he wants to see Scar get worked up and angry and insist that they're meant to be together. He doesn't know why this has him panicking.

Everyone else--their soulmates are their everythings, but no matter what Grian does, Scar's attention can easily find something else. Does that mean he doesn't care?

"Gri?"

Grian sniffs. "You do care, right? About me? You like being soulmates?"

Scar laughs, a bit more genuine in his surprise. "Of course I do! Did you think I didn't?"

"Maybe?" Grian shrugs and, finally, places a hand in Scar's offered palm. Familiar fingers wrap around his, and he's happy to let the sensation calm him. "I just don't get why it hasn't affected us like everyone else. Guess I figured something was wrong."

"Something wrong--?" Scar shakes his head and tugs an unsuspecting Grian forward, the man squawking a bit as he falls forward and into Scar's lap. Scar immediately traps him in a hug, pressing their foreheads together.

When he speaks again it's with a fond smile and a faux British accent. "'I am in your service until you lose your first life'."

The anger disperses at the poor mockery and Grian snorts, making an attempt to shove Scar away. "That's borderline offensive!"

Scar only pulls Grian closer, a teasing glint in his eye. "'I don't want to see him go! I just can't let him go!'"

"Alright," Grian laughs, and he gives in. He melts in Scar's arms, wings a curtain of feathers separating them from the Jellies. And they're alone. And they're together. And Grian is putty in Scar's lap, sturdy arms holding him close. "What's all this then?"

"Proof," Scar says, voice normal again. "And accent practice."

Grian shakes his head. "Needs work. And proof of what?"

"That we're soulmates." Scar's hand moves from Grian's back to his chest, plucking the ethereal thread between them. "The Watchers didn't tie this, Grian. We did. Back when this all started."

"I don't--"

"If we aren't like everyone else, it's because they're all new to this! They've never been bound to someone else before. But we have." Scar's fingers roll into an open palm pressed firmly over Grian's heart. He can feel his heart race at the sensation, and Scar's follows. "We're soulmates, Grian."

And Grian collapses. Tears which threatened his eyes spill and he shifts to wrap his arms around Scar, chests pressed together so that two synced hearts might combine. He buries his face in Scar's neck and Scar holds him.

Scar holds him.

"We're soulmates," Grian whispers to the wind and the evening stars.

And a loyal partner whispers back: "We're soulmates."

#pov i can fix them i can make their relationship better #grian can also be soulmates with big b tho #poly rights #anyways #mcyt #grian #gtws #double life smp #double life #dl smp #trafficblr #scarian #desert duo #fic

[fountainpenguin]

Liveblogging Grian's Session 3 Secret Life POV:

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Grian, who is now soulbound to Joel, rushes over and pines for him in a needy way. Joel brushes him off because "One second, I'm bonding." Grian: "I might need you to un-bond. Joel..."

Joel really did take one look at Grian's task and immediately throw himself off a cliff so Grian took damage.

Grian adopts the role of Joel's bodyguard.

Joel runs to his wife who calls Grian creepy. Joel and Lizzie start fighting and Grian just stands there like "... Aren't you married?"

Scar asks Joel to undress in front of him and Grian screeches.

This all happens within 5 minutes.

Grian: "I'll be a good friend and just shut up."

Joel left Grian to his own devices and he immediately went home and burned down his staircase base.

Me, still playing the video while typing this liveblog: "Lol, I know this isn't the vibe, but you could spin this around and interpret it like he's lonely and wants to move in with Joel." Grian, immediately: "My house is on fire, Joel! Now I can move in with you! <3"

sldkfj the irony of Grian saying "I don't want to be friends with Tim; I did that last time" (Bad Boys in Limited Life) while hanging out with Joel, the other Bad Boy.

Joel: "I might just re-roll for a hard task. For one thing, if I fail and lose 10 hearts, then you lose them too-" Grian: "WHAAAAT???"

Joel chilling and watching Grian fight a zombie: "Protect me Grian."

Jimmy: "He seems to be following Joel around a lot." Grian, dying inside: "We're not that close."

sdkjflh Grian mocking Mumbo like "How can you be so into cars and not know how to drive a camel? It's only a few letters' difference!"

I love Grian and Mumbo crawling and Grian turns around and kicks Mumbo in the face like "Can you feel the Feather Falling IV on those babies?"

I've only seen Tango's and half of Grian's POVs so far, but I'm guessing Mumbo's task isn't necessarily to kill the camel, but to prevent Scar from riding the camel? That's hilarious. Can't argue with the logic that Scar cannot ride a dead camel.

Obsessed with Joel and Grian standing under the cherry tree as the blossoms fall around them and Grian's like "My best friend!" and Joel just leans in and says "I demand your heart."

Grian: "... Maybe we should go somewhere more private for that? Your wife is right there." sldkfj

I appreciate Joel towering up while Grian starts screaming that the Yellows are coming and he needs to keep going higher, all while Martyn is trying to scramble up to him. I presume the rule is that if you're calling someone out on their task, you have to do it face to face, so you can avoid this by running away? That's hilarious.

Joel looks so comfy in his hoodie skin. Good for him.

Grian, chasing endermen and trying to hit them with boats: "Not even this enderman wants to be my friend!!"

Grian: "I have an idea. If I want friends, I have to make my base friend-shaped."

Cracking up at everyone in the courthouse getting jumpscared by the dramatic music sting. Grian cackling and clapping down one hand like "I lay down the rules in this server!"

I feel like we can definitely run with Scar watching Mumbo face the Secretkeeper, which puffs out its little red dust clouds, and muttering to Grian: "I just had a vision of Mumbo's eyes turning red for a second." </3

sldkjf Scott's task being to get people to say "Love you" back to him. He starts listing off people who said it back, then says "Pearl didn't say it back." The divorce quartet drama continues.

Grian: "I've got Feather Falling IV! Watch this!" /takes fall damage.

Wheezing at Grian watching BigB run off like "I don't know game BigB's playing, but it's not Secret Life."

Session 3 Grian POV <3

#Grian #Joel Smallishbeans #Secret Life #Secret Life spoilers #Secret Life SMP spoilers #mcyt #Riddle watches Traffic #trafficblr #traffic life smp #traffic spoilers #MumboJumbo #GoodTimesWithScar #bigbst4tz2 #BigB #galaxy duo #divorce quartet

[frozenjokes]

CuteGuy Would Prefer Greatly If HotGuy Never Ever Had Any Nice Things, But Especially Not His Good Friend And Roommate Cubfan135 (3/3)

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this part ended up much darker than the first two, related to Grian’s mental state after the cut. He thinks and says things he does not mean or want, so please check the ao3 link for the content warnings.

Grian gave himself a few days to recover after his fight with HotGuy, too sore to do much else than sit at his laptop and send out job applications; something he should have been doing anyway, but looking for work with a criminal record was nothing short of demoralizing. So what if he had a history of violence- so did everyone in this damn town, only some people were better at running from the police.

At least Cub was always around to help, sending links for possible options and filling out applications at his side; honestly, Grian wouldn’t be able to accomplish half of what he did without Cub’s help. Even then, the process of writing and waiting was stressful, and Grian was never good under pressure. Anxiety made him restless and restlessness made him lash out, and he didn’t want to lash out, not at anyone who didn’t deserve it.

So he gathered his things as the sun set, comforted, at least for now, by the idea of release. Maybe he’d catch a petty thief in the act, or spot some asshole from an earlier time- oh what he would give to get his talons on Cub’s shitty manager, but that was off limits, especially now. Regardless, it would only create more work for Cub in the long run, and Grian wasn’t trying to cause him any more grief.

Cub was.. pretty down after the night with HotGuy. He hadn’t gone out once besides to work, and while he wasn’t visibly upset, he was distracted, and just a tad clingier. Cub needed a lot of downtime, and usually he spent that time alone, but in the past few days he lingered in the common area, and sometimes even Grian’s room if Grian hadn’t left it in a while. Grian never minded. It was nice to hang out like that, quiet, doing separate things, but doing them together. Though, it was much harder to squash the temptation of ‘Bother Cub Instead Of Working’ when Cub was right there.

Grian wouldn’t have it any other way. He just wished he could help Cub feel better.. Especially when it was at least partially his fault Cub was so down in the first place.

He didn’t know exactly what Cub and HotGuy had been texting about, but it was clear enough that Cub was pretty upset. Grian didn’t fully understand why; was it really such a big deal to fight, even if it was staged? Was it the being misled? Now, Grian didn’t want Cub to have anything to do with HotGuy, but this didn’t feel good either, especially when he had a part to play. If Cub knew it was Grian behind the mask, would he be just as upset that Grian had gone through that much effort just to try and force a rift between them? Well, in fairness, Cub would definitely be more concerned with Grian having a supervillain alter ego, but that wasn’t- it didn’t matter.

Still, he felt guilty.

It was guilt that stopped Grian at the front door when Cub called his name. Guilt, that kept him home to watch a movie when Cub asked instead of going out like he desperately wanted to. And the next night, when Cub asked to play board games, and the next, when Cub told him simply he just didn’t want to be alone.

But the next night, over a week after the incident with HotGuy, Grian was too restless, too anxious, too stressed. He needed to leave, he needed to fly, he needed to hit something so he could just be normal again. So when Cub asked him to stay, Grian said no.

“Please.”

Grian hadn’t expected ‘please.’ He didn’t like ‘please.’ He didn’t like the way Cub said it at all. “I’m just going for a fly. We can play cards when I’m back.”

“Can’t you fly during the day? Doesn’t the sun feel better?” There was something too desperate about Cub’s tone, like his composure was just crumbling away. It was wrong. Grian felt his stomach turn.

“I like the cold. I like the moon. And it’s too busy during the day, I don’t have to pay as much attention in the dark.”

Cub wasn’t satisfied. “Grian, I want you to stay. I’m asking you to stay.”

“I-I know-“ Grian felt his own composure begin the crumble, his knees beginning to feel weak, “I just have to go, Cub. I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

“You don’t have to.” Cub met his eyes, and saw directly through him. Grian could have thrown up.

“I need to,” he insisted, almost shrilly, but Cub did not budge, he didn’t understand.

And all at once, everything came crashing down. He was so stupid. He- Grian- This wasn’t about HotGuy at all! Cub didn’t care about HotGuy- they were barely even friends, and honestly, Cub had never been all that romantically inclined- Maybe he’d been angry with the hero, but that wasn’t why Cub had been staying home-

Cub saw the spiral behind Grian’s eyes, and the change was instant.

“Grian, come here, please. This isn’t- we can figure this out. I’m not angry with you, I promise I’m not angry. We’re going to figure this out.” Cub took a step forward, arms raised. Grian’s breathing hitched as he took a step back. He felt his hand tighten around the door knob. He saw Cub’s eyes flick to the spot, then freeze. “Don’t run.”

Grian was out the door faster than Cub could lunge to reach him, and even without wings, Grian was in far better shape, far faster, and they both knew it. Grian beat his wings violently, drowning out the sound of Cub’s voice calling his name. He needed to go. He needed to be away. He needed to run. He didn’t want to hear himself think.

…

High above the dappled city lights, the first bar with music loud enough to hear from the sky called his name. The lights were garish and red, the people loud and grating, and it was everything he needed to stop thinking forever. Maybe he could get a guy to buy him a drink, and really make some bad decisions. Panic heightened his delusion. He wanted to black out. Didn’t want to remember where he was when he woke up, or anything about the night before. He wanted to wake up in the woods miles away from town. He wanted to wake up in a stranger’s bed. He’d never had sex before. He hoped it would hurt.

Something like mania clouded his vision as he stumbled into the bar, or maybe it was the lights. It was crowded, so crowded, and people were bumping his arms and his wings as they danced and again he was sure he would vomit over the sensations. He needed more.

Grian reached half-blind for the first man he saw, grasping for contact he viscerally didn’t want. The hand his talons fell across was big, peppered with scars and adorned with dusty gray rings- the skin didn’t quite feel right, though the person attached to the arm turned when he was touched, distracting Grian with his large green eyes.

“Dance with me?” Grian heard himself say, and the man grinned, wide enough to swallow him whole.

“I’d love to!” He took Grian’s other hand, pulling him closer, and Grian pushed in, whether to avoid contact from others or drown himself in the stimulation of one man instead, he had no idea. The crowd shifted around them as they danced, loud and careless and sharp, everything was so sharp and they were touching his wings, they were touching his wings and he needed them to stop. He held the hands of the man he was with like a vice. His grip must have hurt, his claws surely, but his partner never reacted and never let go. Grian felt his mouth hang open as the crowd enveloped them both, choking on the proximity. Someone stumbled against his back and Grian wanted to die. He couldn’t get enough air. He couldn’t breathe.

Someone was speaking, but Grian couldn’t hear them over the music. Maybe he wasn’t listening at all. He had to keep dancing. The current song switched over to something new, and Grian wretched as the base shook his entire body. He was going to die. He felt himself being pulled and had no choice but to follow. People were talking. Someone was talking to him.

He didn’t remember leaving the crowd, but he must have, because he was sitting on a stool at the bar, and he could breathe again. He was holding something, something cold, and was disappointed to discover it was water. Fuck, he was thirsty. He drank the entire thing.

“Shots. I want shots,” someone said, and that someone turned out to be himself. “Whiskey. Or tequila. Yes, tequila.”

“Uh, no. I don’t think so,” someone annoying said, and the annoying voice belonged to a person with a very broken nose, whoa, wild, and hey this was the bad hands guy!

“I’m having a bad day. You should buy me tequila shots.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve had enough.”

“I haven’t had anything!”

“Then you’re either on hard drugs, or something is very wrong.”

“I’m sober!” Grian snapped, “And nothing’s wrong with me- nothing’s- you’re making this very hard on me, so if you won’t buy me something to drink, I’m going to go back to dancing.”

“Well, you’re shaking like a leaf and burst into tears while we were with the crowd, so I’m kinda thinking you’re not doing so hot. Honestly, I was surprised to even see an avian in a place like this- I was pretty sure you guys liked your personal space. Everyone’s different, I know, but still.”

Ah. That’s why he felt so wet. Hm. Bad Hands Man seemed to think for a moment, before waving the bartender over, which pleased Grian until he asked for another water.

“What’s your name, stranger?”

Grian considered not answering out of spite, but at the same time, he was still thirsty, and being annoying and having bad skin wasn’t a crime. “Grian. I’ve come up with my own name for you, but it’s not nice.”

Bad Hands Man snorted, the smile returning sharp on his face, “You can’t just say that and not tell me. Maybe I’ll like it.”

“Bad Hands. Because I hate touching you.” Bad Hands Man blinked a few times in rapid succession, which Grian found to be very satisfying, throwing him a smirk of his own before going to sip at his water.

“You know, I kind of want to be offended for several reasons, but I also kind of respect you for that. I don’t want to be called Bad Hands though, so give me a second to come up with something else.”

“Well I call you Bad Hands Man, not Bad Hands but- hey, what are you doing?” Grian hopped off his stool, poking his head over Bad Hands Man’s shoulder where he was scrolling on his phone through- baby names? “What- Do you not have a name?”

“Oh, I’ve got one, but you could be fae. I won’t risk it, no, no. Strangers get fake names. Occasionally, if I decide I like you enough, you’ll get my other fake name for good friends only.”

“What? When do I get to know your real name?”

“Hm. Suspicious.”

“I’m not suspicious! We live dead in the middle of the worst city in the world- there’s hardly a tree for miles! There are no fae here!”

“That sounds like something a faerie would say,” Bad Hands Man trilled, then laughed at Grian’s reddening face, “I’m joking, I’m joking. I’m not going to tell you my name though.”

“But I want to know! I- oh, is this a superhero thing? Are you just trying to cover yourself? Or are you one of the villains, and really trying to hide it.”

But Bad Hand Man’s lip curled at the mention of superheroes, and Grian had never respected someone so instantly in his entire life, “No. I wouldn’t be caught dead in all that riff-raff. The only reason I’m here is because, as you said, this city is cold and dead and devoid of all things green. They won’t catch me here.”

Grian stared for a moment, processing. “Whoa. You’re kinda nuts, aren’t you?”

“The same people that call me crazy give their names freely when strangers ask.”

“So.. everyone?”

“My point stands.”

“You know, I’m not sure if it does.”

“Well, do you want to help me pick a name? I’m thinking about something with an ‘M,’ take a look,” Bad Hands Man showed Grian his phone, and Grian very much did want to do that, so he paid close attention while Bad Hands Man scrolled slowly.

“Micah. I’ll call you Micah.”

Micah looked pleased, nodding in his approval. “Is there a reason? I’m just curious, I like to know why people pick the names they do.”

“My-cah!”

“Mycah!”

“My-cah!”

Micah broke the back and forth, laughing, though Grian could have gone for hours, “So what’s the reason then?”

“I like the way it sounds.”

“Oh! Guess I could have figured that out on my own, couldn’t I?” Micah chuckled, and Grian Looked at him for what felt like the first time. He was handsome, really, in most senses of the word. His hair was relatively short and pulled back into what was quite frankly, a silly little ponytail. He had glasses too, but even despite the harsh light in his eyes, Grian was pretty sure they didn’t have lenses. His outfit was fun, his dark top cropped to an almost ridiculous degree, while his pants were red like his glasses, floral patterned, and little too short on him, but cute. Grian cringed inwardly at what he must be looking like right now; a total mess certainly, feathers probably all puffed up and hair wind-blown to hell. Well! If Micah hadn’t abandoned ship already, Grian might still have a chance here.

“I!” Grian began, holding himself a little higher, “Think you’re cute.” He preened, pleased with his grand show of affection, more so when he opened an eye and saw Micah smiling.

“Thanks. This is a new outfit, a little different from what I’m used to, but I kinda like it. Usually I show a bit more chest and less stomach, so this is honestly a bit weird for me. Good though. I’m always looking for a little change.”

“Well I definitely wouldn’t say you’re hiding too much when it comes to the chest.”

“You think it’s too much? Maybe it doesn’t leave much to the imagination, but that doesn’t bother me.”

“No! Not too much at all! I like it! I like you.”

“I’m glad,” Micah looked away, the smile falling just slightly. With some distress, Grian wondered what he was doing wrong. This was how this was supposed to work, wasn’t it? Was he forgetting something? A bead of mangled frustration crept through, a reminder of the pain, the fear, of the desperate need to run. He needed this. He needed this to work.

“I want to go home with you,” Grian was painfully aware of how breathless he sounded, a result of his hiking heart rate.

“Grian..” Micah began, but Grian couldn’t handle the gentle rejection on his tone, he needed to be better, more desirable-

“You could have your way with me. You could do whatever you want.” Pathetically, he felt like crying. He needed this so badly and he was losing, he just couldn’t stop losing.

“Grian, no. Stop this.” Micah was firm, and Grian felt like shattering.

“Please.”

“You’re not well. Where do you live? We could walk, or I could call you a taxi. You need to go home, okay? This place isn’t good for you. Is there anyone I could call? Anyone who could pick you up?”

“No!” The sound ripped out of his throat with a wretched sob, “I have nowhere to go. I have no money- I have nowhere to go.” Just like that, everything was wrong again, everything was awful. Why did this have to be so hard? What would it take for him to just be normal, to stop being so hopelessly angry all of the time?

“Hey, Grian, it’s okay. You’re going to be okay. Let’s go outside, alright? Let’s go outside.

“It’s not okay-“

“Breathe with me. Breathe. Can I take you outside? Can I touch you?”

“Don’t- not my hands.”

“Can I touch your sweater?

“Touch-“ Grian pulled in a strangled breath, but he just couldn’t keep the air in, “Yes- The sweater.”

“The sweater’s okay?”

“Yes.”

Grian was painfully aware of his hands, of his wings, of his skin, as Micah guided him along, cringing at the attention Micah brought when he loudly cleared the way, but also grateful for the lack of accidental brushes against his feathers. He didn’t think he could take it. He didn’t think he could survive.

The nighttime air was a massive relief, and Grian managed to take his first real breath through heaving lungs. There was a bench right outside, and Grian all but collapsed onto it, burying his head in his hands and curling inward. It was too much. It was just too much.

He didn’t look up when Micah spoke.

“My place isn’t far from here. I have a spare bedroom, and the door locks from the inside. You could use it, if you want, for however long you need. My work is unpredictable, and I can’t promise I'll be home much, but maybe that’s better for you. There’s not much to eat there right now but- I can grab groceries tomorrow morning. You don’t need to tell me anything, or pay me- it doesn’t matter. I don’t want you on the streets tonight, okay?

Grian didn’t know what to do with that. He barely processed any of it.

“I promise you’re going to be okay. You’ll be safe.”

He didn’t like that promise. No one could know what was going to happen to him. What might become of him. But damn if Grian didn’t want to believe it. To collapse and curl up and feel a little less like everything was falling apart.

“Okay,” he managed, his voice little more than a whimper, “I’ll go.”

#hermitcraft #hermitfic #hotguy #cuteguy #cubfan135 #cubfan #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #grian #desert duo #tagging hermitshipping to be consistent but #not shipping in this chapter #hermitshipping

[theminecraftbee]

“And you don’t go touching the railgun, you hear? But you do occasionally take a lap around it so if someone tries to clean up lag again, it’ll look used,” Doc is saying, pacing around the small pile of a mattress, several sweatshirts, and a single scratchy blanket that Ren’s been staying on the past few days.

“Mhm,” Ren says.

“The bees take care of themselves, man, but you’ll refill the bee water anyway so they stick around. And the plants! If it doesn’t rain, you’ve gotta water my plants,” Doc says.

“Have it written down,” Ren says.

“And you don’t touch the elevator. If you break the elevator I will break your neck.”

“Dude, you made the button spam-proof. I don’t think I could—”

“You don’t break it.”

“Okay, okay! Don’t worry man. I’m really just here to eat ice cream and watch the Princess Diaries while you’re gone. This dog is taking a break,” Ren says, gesturing to the television he has set up in front of the bad mattress Doc had pulled out from somewhere. “I’m here to recover and relax, man, not to break your redstone.”

Doc squints at Ren.

“Besides, what are the odds you’re gone for more than a few hours? Didn’t Grian just want you to come help with some weird little thing?” Ren adds.

Doc sighs, shoulders dropping a little from where they’d been curled-back and tense. “I mean, yeah, I guess. You know I get caught up. If it’s interesting I could be out for more than a day, and I mean, you’re fine now, but—”

Ren swallows.

“Yeah, no tiny crown here. I’m all good, dude.”

“All good,” Doc says, and they smile weakly at each other.

“Have fun showing Grian what a real scientist can do! The place won’t break while you’re gone, promise,” Ren says.

“Yeah, yeah,” Doc says. “And if it does you know who will pay for it.”

“Geez, I get it! Am I at least allowed to touch the oven? I want to make some pies.”

“I can’t believe you can still eat those things, man. Yeah, sure, go for it.”

“I’ll have them waiting when you get back,” Ren promises. Doc flies off. It feels strange, like there’s more that should be said. Maybe that’s why Doc was panicking, even when he’ll probably be gone a day at most.

Ren shrugs and goes to get the ice cream out of the freezer. He’ll check in on Doc if he hasn’t heard anything after he finishes both Princess Diaries movies. Honestly, he won’t break anything, they were living together just last season…

(Later, he’ll turn over in his head just how much that interaction had been preparing for a longer goodbye, and wonder how much they’d both known, somewhere in their heads, what was about to happen. That’s later, though. Then, Ren’s still caught in his own head, admit it or not. Then, it’s not like Ren really knew what Doc had been called over for at all.)

#hermitcraft #docm77 #rendog #a bee fic #as of writing this the crossover episodes are not out yet #let’s have a fun day with that one everyone

[weirdeggii]

Here we go again! @skizzlemanweek

Prompt 4: Friend/Enemy

Skizz burst open the door to his shared cabin, startling all his cabin mates into jumping out of their skin.

“Dude! Why are you running in here all crazy?” Impulse yelled. Grian glared over the screen of his laptop at Skizz while Scar picked himself up from the ground where he’d fallen off his bed.

“I just found the coolest thing ever! You guys are gonna love it, you gotta come see!” Skizz cheered. He picked up each of their jackets and threw them at each of his friends. “C’mon, get up! Let’s go!”

“Oh, you found something cool, Skizz? Whadja find?” Scar asked, taking his jacket and zipping it up.

“You gotta see for yourself, now cmon!” Skizz urged, gesturing frantically for Grian and Impulse to get up.

Impulse rolled his eyes and sighed deeply, like standing up was a burden on him, but did get up and put his jacket on.

Grian still hadn’t moved, having gone back to watching whatever video was playing on his laptop.

“C’mon, G! Get up already.”

Grian waved him off. “I’ll catch up, go on without me.”

“You always say that, man.” Skizz groaned.

“Yeah, Grian, we always go when you find something cool, or learn a new trick. You should do the same for Skizzy.” Scar commented.

“Ugh, fine.” Grian whined, closing his laptop. “This better be worth it.”

Scar shot him a grin, and Skizz made a silent promise to do something nice for him later. “It will be worth it, you can trust me on that, G-Sharp.”

As they were walking across the campground, Impulse perked up with a sudden question. “Wait, this isn’t gonna get us in trouble, is it?”

Skizz gave a cheeky grin. “Probably not. But who knows!”

Skizz knew that the storage area the ghost was in would likely go unused for the rest of the trip, but what fun is that?

It’s more fun to let them think they could get caught. It adds an extra sense of fear!

When they finally got to the storage area, the door was shut. Skizz firmly remembered leaving it open, and a giddy smile came over his face.

“It’s in here,” he said, and pushed open the door.

Everything was just as he left it; spirit box on the floor, EMF reader on the table, and all other supplies where they belonged.

Scar walked in ahead of him. “Oh, you found a storage area! This is cool!” He said, looking at all the various summer items strewn about. He wandered over to a shelf stacked with tennis balls, picking one up and attempting to juggle it.

“Uh huh, yeah. Great… storage.” Impulse muttered, flicking disdainfully at the table.

“You shut up! There’s more to it than that.” Skizz yelled.

“Can we maybe not yell in the place we’re not supposed to be?” Grian asked sarcastically. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed. “What’d you wanna show us, Skizz?”

With his attention brought back to the reason they’re here, Skizz noticed that the storage area was empty of activity. “Just wait,” he said, holding a finger up. “It’ll happen soon.”

A cricket chirped a tune. Scar fumbled the tennis ball and it rolled past his feet. A bird flew overhead, landing on the wall and calling down at them. It flew away again, leaving behind still air.

“So… is something going to happen?” Impulse asked.

“Well it did it before!” Skizz said incredulously. “Do something, already!” Skizz shouted to the open air.

“Oh my gosh!” Scar yelped, jumping back from the shelf. “Th-the the balls! The b-b-balls moved on their own!” He pointed to the ground where a few tennis balls were scattered.

“Scar, you dropped those trying to juggle.” Grian stated, unmoving.

“N-n-no, I didn’t! I swear! I swear I only touched one!”

Skizz picked up the EMF reader and darted over to Scar. When he pointed it at the offending objects, the clicking started again, and the gage went all the way up to five.

“I knew it! This place is haunted, homies!” He tapped the back of his hand against the reader.

Impulse came by and looked over his shoulder, brows raising when he saw what Skizz had.

“Whoa,” Impulse breathed. “Where’d you find an EMF reader, bro?”

“What’s an EMF reader?” Scar asked.

“On the table over there,” Skizz gestured to the entrance, where Grian was still standing in the doorway. Impulse went over to investigate. “They’ve got all kinds of stuff, and I think it’s used for detecting ghosts!”

“That’s stupid,” Grian blurted, tightening his grip on his sleeves.

Skizz blinked. “It’s not! Scar believes it”

Grian glanced at Scar, at the very real fear in his eyes and the barely-there tremble in his body. He looked back at Skizz and continued trying to disprove this. “No, ghosts aren’t real. They’re not. You’re just messing with me.”

Skizz sighed. “Alright. You don’t believe me. Before you write this whole thing off as a waste of time, can you do one thing for me?”

Grian seemed hesitant, but eventually agreed. “Fine. One thing.”

Skizz shoved the spirit box into his hands with an evil grin. “Talk to it.”

Grian gulped. “What?”

“Talk to the ghost.”

Grian shook his head. “I don’t- what do I even say?”

“Ask where it is! Or if it’s friendly, or angry, or wants us to leave.” Skizz put his hands on Grian’s shoulders, pushing him into the storage area. “I wanna test how this thing works!”

“Then why can’t you do it yourself?” Grian resisted, trying to plant his feet to stop Skizz from moving him. Alas, Skizz was too strong, and Grian ended up in the middle of the room anyway.

“Because this is more fun!” Skizz left Grian alone, grabbing Scar by the hand and pulling him from the room.

Impulse put down the thermometer he was looking at and followed. “Yeah, you got this Grian! Be brave!” Impulse called as he left.

Scar hesitated outside the door. “Are you sure we should leave him alone in there?”

Skizz pulled him the rest of the way out the door. “He‘ll be fine! He’s Grian!” Then he slammed the door shut.

Grian inhaled shakily, then turned his attention to the spirit box. A button on the side was labeled “power”, so he clicked it. He twitched when a static sound came from the machine.

“This is stupid!” He called out to his mean friends who abandoned him.

“Do it anyway!” Skizz called back.

“Do it anyway,” he mocked, turning to look at the spirit box again. It’s still making that horrid sound, and Grian knows Skizz won’t leave him alone until this gets done. With any luck, nothing will even happen. It’ll be fine.

Cautiously, Grian began to speak. “…are you there?”

The spirit box did not respond, simply continuing to emit bone-chilling static.

“Are you friendly?” He tried again. “Are you a ghost?”

Nothing.

This isn’t working. He smacked the box a couple times, and the noise droned on. “Hello??”

“I’m here.”

Grian screamed, dropping the spirit box and running as fast as he could out of the room.

Skizz and the others broke out in laughter as Grian bolted from the room, slamming the door open and panting like he’d just run a marathon.

“I hate this place, I’m never coming back here again. Skizz this is all your fault and I’m never trusting you ever again for the rest of both of our lives.”

Impulse wiped a tear from his eye as Skizz leaned his weight on his shoulder to keep from falling down.

Grian shoved the door open, whacking Skizz on the shoulder in his haste to escape the ghost.

“Ow-uh!” Skizz whined through his laughter.

“That’s what you get!” Grian spit out angrily, though he was smiling through the remark. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, buddy!”

A lesson? This whole experience only taught Skizz one thing:

He’s definitely taking these guys ghost hunting again. For real, this time.

#woohoo! #skizzleman #double life au tomorrow 👀 #team gigs #gigs phasmo #fanfiction #grian #impulsesv #goodtimeswithscar #skizzweek1 #skizz week 1 #my writing

[flowers-for-the-grave]

Fishy Friendships

Scott hated his scales.

Yes, he was surrounded by the sea. Yes, he lived on an island. Yes he had coral in his hair and clinging to his clothes. And yes, he was part of a duo called Mean Gills. All of those things are very fish related, but that didn't mean he wanted to become a fish!

He couldn't change it now, though. He'd fallen to sixteen hours. He'd become a yellow life.

And for some reason, that meant scales were now appropriate.

Staring at his reflection in the sea, Scott ran his hand through the water to disrupt the offending image shown by the water. Glistening blue scales slowly creeping in on his face. They stayed near his forehead, but also went down the side of his head. Luckily his hair could cover most of them, but he would always see them.

His chest ached for reasons he couldn't explain.

He wanted to go swimming. He yearned to swim. For no apparent reason.

Taking a deep breath, Scott dived underwater.

He remembered dying. He was swimming, swimming as fast as he could, desperate to get away. Jimmy was hot on his trail. If he didn't act fast, Scott knew he would die. So he kept swimming. He swam and swam and swam. His lungs burned. Every muscle in his body screamed in pain. Martyn was close, too. Scott reached out for him, calling out Martyn's name, but all that came out was a garbled mess. Water flew into his lungs. Scott begged Martyn to kill him. He'd watched, helpless, as Martyn and Jimmy fought, shoving, kicking, elbowing each other, all whilst trying to kill him. Scott remembered how both Jimmy and Martyn had called out for him for different reasons. He felt the sword plunge into his heart. He felt it as his time as a green life was gone.

And suddenly Scott was panicking. Flailing in the water, his garbled screams could be heard all the way from the Bad Boys' mansion.

Someone dived into the water. One, no, two people had dived in. Scott couldn't tell who they were. They both looked too similar to each other. Maybe they were just one person. He couldn't tell.

He was being lifted up. Scott let them, no longer screaming in fear. The two people slowly swam up. He was getting closer and closer to breathing properly. Scott didn't even mind the water now. Even though he'd felt nothing but fear moments earlier. God he was a mess right now.

"Scott? Scott! Can you hear me?" He recognised one voice as Martyn's, but it was hard to make out the words. They all seemed to slur and mix, creating a weird linguistic concoction of nonsense.

"Scott, please. L-look at me. I'm sorry. Okay? I-i-if that helps, I'm s-sorry. Just-...please. Look at us, damnit!" Another voice cried out. This one was familiar too, but Scott couldn't place it.

His vision began to clear up.

Standing over him were Martyn and Jimmy.

"Please. Please just...acknowledge you can hear us. I-I need to know if you're alive. Your pulse is weird and-" Martyn's voice got caught in his throat.

Scott groaned. He tried to sit up, but Jimmy's gentle hands guided him back down. "H-hi," Scott offered weakly. Tears bubbled in Jimmy's eyes, and he hugged Scott tightly. Martyn was crying too, but instead was holding Scott's hand, squeezing it every few seconds.

No one moved for a while. Although Scott had recovered now, neither one of the men currently with him moved an inch. He resigned himself to watching the waves lap up at the edges of the Coral Isles. Night had crept up into the sky by now. He could hear the worried shouts of Grian and Joel off in the distance.

Reluctantly, Scott managed to crawl out of Jimmy's vice-like grip and just-...laid there. Not like there was much else to do. When he saw Joel and Grian, he gestured down to Jimmy with a simple thumbs-up directed towards them. The remainder of the Bad Boys visibly relaxed. The two dived into the sea with a faint splash and swam over at a slow pace. Scott knew they weren't slow swimmers. But it was excusable.

Jimmy had fallen asleep. With a nudge, he groggily blinked sleep out of his eyes and looked up at Scott.

"I'm sorry," he blurted out in an instant. "I'm sorry for trying to kill you and- and doing that, but I-I'm scared, I don't wanna die and we don't get a choice and-"

"It's...okay." Scott said in response. He didn't necessarily feel okay, but he could. He could learn to. For now, he'd just pretend.

"Timmy!" Grian clambered onto the island and tackled Jimmy with a hug. Joel followed soon after, slinging his arms around both of their shoulders. "Are you okay? You were gone for ages and we were worried but no death message appeared so-" Grian took a breath. "Sorry. I'm just worked up. Can we go home now?"

"Yeah, I'm exhausted after having to deal with Grian. Don't scare us like that again." Joel said in a playful tone. But it was clear to everyone that it was only there to maintain an act of confidence. In Joel's own, weird way, of course.

Jimmy looked to Scott for permission. He nodded, and Jimmy smiled at the others. As the Bad Boys left the Coral Isles, Jimmy dropped something on the ground.

"Wait, you-" Scott was about to tell him, but Jimmy smiled and shook his head. The Bad Boys disappeared.

Scott knelt down to pick up the item Jimmy dropped.

A poppy.

"You alright?" Martyn glanced up at Scott. He'd almost forgottten about his fellow Mean Gill!

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Is that-"

"Mm-hmm." Scott showed Martyn the poppy. "But, I don't know what it means anymore. So..." Scott walked to the edge of the Coral Isles. Memories flashed up in his mind, memories of him and Jimmy in the first of the Life Games spent together. Each one was closely tied to the poppy and the Pufferish of Peace. But since Jimmy lost the pufferish, Scott was going to lose the poppy.

"Are you sure?" Martyn hurriedly asked.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Scott threw the poppy into the sea.

"My place is with you. Here. On the Coral Isles. Not with him anymore." Scott smiled at Martyn and held out his hand. Martyn took it without hesitation.

It felt nice having a friend.

#limited life smp #scott smajor #dangthatsalongname #martyn inthelittlewood #grian #joel smallishbeans #jimmy solidarity #trafficblr #traffic series #kind of flower husbands #but not really #majorwood

[bananasofthorns]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

“Hello?” Joel calls as he flies into Gobland, dodging stalactites and stalagmites to land in front of fWhip’s house. “Are you home, you smelly, tiny man?” 

He wanders around shouting for a minute or two before there’s a responding yell from deeper into the cavern. A second later, fWhip appears on the path, building materials still in hand. He looks even tinier from so far away. Stifling a laugh, Joel makes his way over.

“Hi!” fWhip greets brightly, staring up at him with wide eyes that shine like soul lanterns in the dimness of the cave. “You’re not here to kill me again, are you? That would be really inconvenient, I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

He gestures over his shoulder at the build. It kind of just looks like a few grey and teal boxes stacked on top of each other. Joel raises an eyebrow.

“It’s a work in progress,” fWhip explains.

“Ah. That makes more sense.”

“The inside looks really cool, though! Do you wanna see?” He pauses, then clears his throat. “You’ll, uh. You’ll probably be able to fit. I mean, I’m pretty sure I measured everything correctly.”

Joel’s eyebrow raises higher. Very reassuring, that is. “Sure, lead the way,” he says. “I’ve got something to ask you about.”

“Of course, of course! Come on in. I’ve still got some finishing touches I need to add, but the inside is done, for the most part.”

fWhip cheerfully leads them inside. Joel doesn’t bother to hide his awe as he takes in the high ceiling, the vibrant colors, and the surprisingly refined but still cozy atmosphere of the inside of what he’s now realizing is a bar. fWhip leads him to one of the booths at the side of the room and hops into a seat, pulling the table closer to himself so that Joel can sit. It’s a bit of a tight squeeze, but he does, somewhat surprisingly, fit.

“This place is sick,” he says, eyes catching on the Warden head sitting on a shelf above the bar.

He’s a little bitter about that.

...okay, maybe more than a little bitter, but he’s not here to pick a fight. He’s here to do the opposite of that, and also he has to admit that it does look pretty cool up there. Fits with the color scheme and everything.

“Why, thank you!” fWhip says with a bright grin that bares his pointed teeth. It feels only a little bit like a threat, but he couldn’t do anything to Joel, anyway. “What did you want to talk about?”

Joel clears his throat and pulls the shulker out of his inventory. “Well, first of all. I’m here to offer you this in exchange for the copper you gave me.”

He sets the box on the table and waits, watching with a suppressed grin as fWhip opens it, eyes going so wide Joel imagines he can see sparkles. 

“No way,” he breathes, holding the half stack of raw gold blocks - most of Joel’s supply, thank you very much - like they’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen. “This is all for me? Are you serious?” He pauses, eyes going impossibly wider. “And the diamonds?! Joel!”

“Yeah, of course it’s yours, why else would I be giving it to you?”

“Well I don’t know! This is amazing, thank you.”

fWhip stuffs everything back into the shulker and tucks the entire thing into his inventory. Joel very carefully doesn’t let his eyebrow twitch; it’s not like he was planning on giving away the shulker, too, but he has plenty extra. It’s fine.

“Was that it?” fWhip asks.

Oh, boy, Joel thinks, even though he’s pretty sure it won’t be that big of a deal and fWhip will probably say yes anyway, especially now that he’s been softened up by all the pretty, shiny things. He doesn’t even know why he’s nervous. Here goes nothing.

“So, you know how last world, we invited Grian on for a day?” he starts, tentative.

fWhip nods. “Yes,” he says, drawing out the word. “What, you think we should do it again?”

“Kind of.” Joel pauses, takes a deep breath, and blurts, “Can you whitelist Etho for me?”

He hesitates, then adds, “Please.”

fWhip stares at him. His eyes are very large and very blue. It’s a little unnerving. Joel stares back and refuses to show how unsettled he is. He’s, like, seven feet taller than fWhip. It’s fine. He’s totally fine.

“Etho,” fWhip repeats. “As in, Etho’s Lab? That Etho? The guy who basically invented modern redstone?”

Joel considers this. “Yeah, I guess so.” Honestly, he’d kind of forgotten about Etho’s reputation. “He’s, like, my friend now.”

“How’d that happen?”

Joel tries not to be offended. “We, uh. We met in Double Life...?”

fWhip’s eyes go wider, if that’s even possible, and he nods, slow and understanding. Sometimes Joel forgets how clever he is. He doesn’t even know where he found out about what, exactly, Double Life was. Maybe Jimmy told him. Maybe it was Lizzie, in those weeks at the start of Empires when him and Jimmy and Scott were gone.

“Was he your—?” fWhip starts. Joel cuts him off with a nod that’s a little more frantic than he means it to be. “No way.”

“Yes, way.” Joel hesitates. “At first, kind of I didn’t expect us to, like, get along, since I’m— well, you know how I am, and he’s so...Etho—” He grimaces. fWhip’s never met Etho; he probably has no idea what Joel’s talking about. “But he’s actually pretty cool, I guess. Don’t tell him I said that.”

fWhip takes that in for a moment. 

“Yeah, of course we can invite him,” he finally says. “Just let me know when and I’ll do it. Anything for you, buddy.”

He reaches over the table - or leans his entire body over, really, with how short he is here - to pat Joel’s shoulder. Joel sighs. He shouldn’t be this emotional about...he doesn’t even know exactly what. Stupid death games, he thinks, then pauses. That’s not quite right.

Stupid emotions.

“Thanks,” he manages. “I’ll, uh— I’ll message him. And let you know when, and all that.” He pauses. “Thank you again, fWhip. Really.”

fWhip grins, as bright as the gold tucked away in his inventory. “Any time, my friend. Any time.”

#smallishbeans #ethoslab #boat boys #aywth au #banana writes things #banana made a post #next chapter they'll actually talk dw asdjhkf

[captain-writes]

Maybe something from the April Fools update video?? That was really funny, and I think we could all use some lighthearted fluff/crack fic right now.

(My favourite part of that was Gem's absolute excitement when they all turned into bees. That cry of, "BEES!! We're BEES!!!" just made me so happy, she sounded like she was having the best day of her life. I love our bee princess <3)

I struggled with this, but I did love writing it, so have a small snippet of Skizz loving his friends deeply.

Skizz was always happy to hang out with his friends, especially when they inevitably devolved into shenanigans and hilarity. He was always happy to hang out with Impulse or the whole of Team ZIT sometimes, but there was something special about the joint Hermit-Empires group that had gathered to test out this update at Grian's request.

"This is complete madness and I love it," Skizz grinned, watching the glee that grew in everyone's eyes as they discovered the consequences of each vote.

"Guys, come here! Gather here, near me," Joel called later, catching Skizz's attention along with those around them.

"Oh, it's a splash potion," the angel's eyes glinted with excitement, having no idea what type of potion Joel had gotten his hands on via fishing.

The potion exploded as it hit the ground and Skizz felt himself suddenly grow closer to the ground. A quick glance around revealed that they had all simply shrunk as a result of the magic in the potion.

His heart warmed as he heard the excited giggles of his friends, especially Gem. The sheer glee in her voice as she realized what had happened filled Skizz with joy as though he had just taken a shot of liquid sunshine. He knew from the soft, fond laughter next to him that Impulse was experiencing the same joy as he was, having become closer to Gem during their time on Hermitcraft.

By the time they were readying to return to other servers after exploring the update, Skizz felt refreshed, as though this time with the others had taken away some sadness that he hadn't known he was carrying. A hand landed on his shoulder, the strength of Impulse's grip evident as he gave a quick squeeze.

"Visit soon, yeah?"

"Soon as I can, Dipple Dop, soon as I can. Say hi to Top and Zed for me, 'kay?"

"I will," Impulse assured him. For a moment, they just stood there without a word, then Skizz leaned forward to press their foreheads together for a few seconds. It was a gentle contact, intimate and soothing, without subjecting Impulse to the angel's preferred snuggle-like hugs.

#skizzleman #impulsesv #mc april fools update #hermitcraft #empires smp

[stitchthesewords]

hiiii 31 and ethubs?

31. "You came back for me. You actually came back for me."

            As Etho came into view, Bdubs picked his head up. He’d been waiting for so long and when he stood from the rock, his back cracked. “Etho!” he called out. "You came back for me. You actually came back for me." He couldn’t help the feeling of stunned relief that washed over him at seeing the man’s familiar face.

            But Etho didn’t pay any attention to him, collapsing against a tree to hold his head. He watched Etho stroke his own hands through his hair a few times before he relieved his face of the mask to gulp down a breath of fresh air.

            “Very funny! You trying to get pity points from me so I’m not mad about you withholding my life?” Bdubs called out, stomping over to stand directly in front of the other man.

He could hear, as he got closer, that Etho was muttering something, but he couldn’t actually make out what it was. Etho ran a hand down his face and Bdubs’s eyes caught on the dull scars left from swordfights. He raised a brow and put his hands on his hips. “Hello! Earth to Etho!” he shouted, realizing a second after that he’d really shouted it and wincing just a bit.

“I’m so sorry,” Etho muttered, and Bdubs swore he was holding back tears. More confused now more than ever, he leaned down into the other man’s personal bubble.

“Ethooo? Hellooo?” Bdubs said, snapping his fingers. “Have you lost it?”

“I shouldn’t have asked you to prove you deserved the life, I should’ve just given it to you-“ Etho declared, his voice bubbling up as he fought back tears and pressed the palms of his hands into his eye sockets. The man gave a shuddering breath, and then another. That broke the dam and he folded over himself and gave one wretched sob before clutching a hand over his face, thumb and knuckle pinching his nose. Forcing himself to calm down.

“Dude, it’s okay. I’m right here, Grian and Tango were just being jerks, you can give –“

“I’m so sorry I got you killed,” Etho muttered, looking out onto the terrain around him, where Bdubs sat and waited for him. Bdubs felt his world grind to a halt, and he tilted his head and straightened up, staring down at Etho with his wide eyes somehow wider.

“What are you talking about, I’m right he-“

Etho stood up, and in the process Bdubs experienced the feeling of someone passing through his body for the first time. He shouted, scrabbling back, tripping over his feet and landing on his butt as Etho rubbed his eyes one last time. The mask went back up and after squeezing his eyes shut, Etho’s face fell back to carefully neutral.

“It’s…Not much Bdubs, I guess, but it’s something. I’m sorry we couldn’t win this together,” he said softly, fishing a single poppy out of his inventory. “Maybe I can win it for you.”

Bdubs watched from his place on the ground, silence stunned into his very core, as Etho planted the poppy underneath the tree. His weight leaned against the bark and he stayed and stared at it quietly for a moment. “Maybe…it should have been…no, that’s – too sappy,” he said, a dry laugh escaping his lips as he shook his head. “Maybe this is already too much.”

Etho left the area beneath the tree, but Bdubs couldn’t bring himself to. His eyes were frozen to the poppy sticking out of the ground as he felt his chest tighten, denial coiling in his stomach. Etho was gone from even the horizon before he could make to move again.

Angst Prompt Ask Game

#Asks #oh-snapperss #mutuals #ethubs #last life #trafficshipping #<- implied #sort of #if your laurie you know why #s/o to laurie for being the only reason i know about the flowers in the chests #sadly i couldnt use bdubs's last word #but #perhaps another time #Stitch's Writing

[lunar-writes-things]

Hi, I have a request! Could you write a Mumbo x reader oneshot where the reader is some sort of moon god? Maybe one where they share their first kiss ir go on a date? Just lots of fluff + flustered, blushy Mumbo and shy reader :))

Kiss me under the Moon and Stars

Pairing: C! Mumbo Jumbo x Reader

Summary: In which you find a mortal who notices you in the dark of night

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1.8K

Extra notes: I miss Mumbo- and also- moon deity Y/n <3 Thank you dear anon <3 This takes place in season 8 (Can you tell I love season 8???)

Content warnings (If any): Just a sun god (That isn't Bdubs) trying to hit on you, He gets shut down real quick,

Eons of watching

it gets boring after a few hours

Millennia of watching and shining on people who don't recognize your brilliance

Millennia of pushing and pulling the tides for those same people and still not being told thank you

At least, not until you began to become angry, one day you snapped as the sun god taunted you once again

"Oh Y/n," He sighs, voice slathered with honey and oil making it smooth and sweet "Aren't you tired of not being recognized? For being outcasted and shamed? Don't you want to be praised? Noticed?"

"And end up like you Sol?" You snort at his offer "No thanks. I appreciate being the object of your affection but egotistical isn't my type."

"Come on love," Sol saddled on up next to you and gripped your shoulders "With me you'll be famous, A classic trope, something people will treasure for eons. Without me, no one will ever notice you." 

CRACK

Soon, Sol wound up on the ground clutching his nose as crimson red dripped and the metallic smell of blood wafted through the air 

 "WHAT THE HELL?!" He yelped and frantically scrambled away from you as you stepped closer and grabbed him by the collar of his robes 

"I dont need you," You scowled "if I wanted recognition I would do the extremes." 

You soon dropped him and shrunk down to a human size of 12'5 (365.75 cm) and walked off the clouds of where the gods resided while flipping off Sol as you fell into a part of your domain

The water enveloped you without so much as a splash and you changed into more modern clothing so as to not scare the current locals of the human realm 

"I'll show him," You grumbled as you walked out of the water and the moon rose just as you sat on a manmade mountain within a small village 

What perfect timing

Now, moving the moon isn't some grand feat

but taking it out of its orbit was difficult to even for a deity like you 

Being the moons protector and guardian was a challenge that sol had no idea

Taking care of the tides, pushing and pulling constantly

raising it and making sure it sets on time

even making sure the stars twinkle was a difficult thing

and no one notices

You'll show them 

It takes them a few months to notice. 

But one day, a man in a suit stood next to an avian with a red sweater and asked, "Hey Grian, Is the moon getting bigger?" 

This 'Grian' shrugged it off but his friend stared at the moon, at you, before turning and joining his friend 

Him

You needed to meet him 

So that night you entered his home and blessed his dreams with Visions of you and your instructions. 

If he should follow them, Great!

should he not? There will be no repercussions other than nightmares... and possibly the world ending

The next few months passed in a blur until you finally felt your power surge and when you visited the town, you saw a beautiful shrine with a moon and offerings. 

He did it

He did it 

You have to reward him 

Before he enters his home, you step in front of him and he almost crashes into your legs. He looks up with wide eyes before dipping into a deep bow and saying "o-oh! My holiness!" 

"Please," you say softly and kneel down next to him, a gentle finger caressing his cheek "No need for the formalities. Call me Y/n. Can you please get up and get ready? I want to reward you for the shrine. I don't have many followers, and those I do have aren't that devoted enough to put up a shrine. Please, let me reward you and take care of you." 

he just flushed a red and nodded before scurrying inside and getting dressed in his suit while you waited outside.  

"Just the slacks and button-up will do," You say "It's nothing fancy. Just a walk. Think of it as a date." 

There was a crash and mumbo rushed out with his shirt half-buttoned up and flushed a bright red before stammering out "a- a Date!?" 

"Oh! is that the wrong terminology?" Y/n asked "oooh- what was it? No... Oh! A hook-up!"

Mumbo looked like he would malfunction if he were a machine. His mouth opened and closed but no words came out and he avoided your gaze. 

"No- No- That was- No that was the right word." He explained and covered his face with his hands out of embarrassment "I just- oh my- I just wasn't expecting you to say that." 

a single cold finger touched Mumbo's warm cheek gently and when he looked up you had an amused look on your face. 

Goodness, you had forgotten how funny humans could be 

"Why? A date doesn't have to be inherently romantic... not unless you want it to be?" You asked a smile playing on your lips 

"I- I would- I would love it to be a date! A romantic one at least!" He exclaimed and ran a hand through his hair making it messed up 

"Okay, Give me a second." You murmured and shrunk yourself until you were just barely taller than him "This should be less threatening, and we can hold hands!" 

You carefully intertwine your hand with his and smiled softly, unaware on how he would react. To your surprise, he only gulped and swung your intertwined hands. 

"Perfect," You muttered and began walking toward an empty space under the moon "So Tell me Mumbo, what is it that you humans do? I see you everytime but never interact." 

"Oh!" He exclaimed "We do everything. We have to survive so we grow our own food, we build our home ad we make machines so things are easy for us." 

"That sounds... difficult." You scrunched up your face at the amount of work "Thats that's because I'm so used to have everything served to me." 

"It's simple actually," Mumbo said and You rolled your eyes "Well, its also a lot of work pulling the moon over our horizon and pushing it back down too. I can't imagine doing all that only for everyone to just... not see the beauty of it.' 

"Yes!" You exclaim and for the first time in centuries, it felt like someone finally understood you and all your hard work "Thank you. The moon is a stubborn old thing but its so beautiful. Albeit it only shines because pf the sun, but still its ever so beautiful and the stars shine brighter with the moon glowing around it. Oh! We're here by the way." 

You had led Mumbo to a small clearing in the nearby dark oak woods with beautiful flowers and a simple light blue blanket laid on the floor with pillows all around. 

"Sit, Sit," You said and sat down, patting the spot next to you "It's not much but I hope it can suffice?" 

Now that you actually weren't in a rush to please him, you took your first look at him. Slicked back black hair, eyes as dark as the night sky with stars in them, and a mustache that can enchant anyone. His eyes were kind, and he was very... fidgety, but he was very open. He was tall, even at the height of 7'4, Mumbo stood tall at 7'2. His voice was soft and very British sounding but comforting and reassuring. 

"You know, Gods can't fall in love with humans." You mentioned and leaned closer to him "But I'm one of the major gods of the universe, think they'll make an exception?" 

"Wh- What?" He stammered over his words and flushed a bright red "Wh- Who- What- What do you mean?" 

"I may be coming off as a little strong and maybe this is too soon, But I would love to take you on as my partner." You replied "You are kind, smart, and very adorable... but only if you would like that. I won't push too hard and I want to respect you." 

"I'd have to think about it," he said after a moment of hesitance "For now, can we just hang out?" 

"Absolutely," You grinned back 

Perfect

He passed 

usually, people would jump at the chance to date a god, they think it will give them power, money, and riches. 

They were all greedy and you hated those types of people. 

He was different. 

Time passed and soon the dawn began to break, you knew you should leave before sol saw you but you were having too much fun to care. Mumbo was smart, funny, and passionate and you had never laughed this hard in all the centuries you lived and suddenly a mortal had been able too. 

"I must take you back home," You whisper and lean against him "As the sun rises, sol comes out. He will be angry if he sees you with me. You see, I am the object of his affections but He is not mine." 

"Oh..." Mumbo looked sad to part and you wanted to comfort him but unless the stars align perfectly-

Your thoughts were cut off as he shyly asked "Can I have a goodbye kiss then?" 

When you looked at him with wide eyes he flushed a deeper red. He was flustered and he made you want to hide your face in your hands. 

"Are you sure?" You asked him and cupped his face gently

He leaned in close, you could feel his breath mingle with yours and his eyes flutter shut and he moved his hand behind your head before whispering

"Yes"

You leaned in the rest of the amount and sparks flew when you kissed him

legitimately- 

Red sparks flew from his lips as he kissed you but it didn't stop you as you kissed him harder, not wanting to forget the feel, taste, and touch of Mumbo. 

Unfortunately, you had to breathe and so did he so you pulled apart from each other and leaned your foreheads on each other when catching your breath.

"I would love to be your partner, y/n." He said softly and looked up at you through his lashes

"I will treat you to everything I can give you and everything that you would ever want or need." You replied 

Now- now you had to figure out how to put the moon back and stop it from crashing into the earth though. 

#mumbo tag #mumbo kills a lot jumbo #mumbo jumbo #mumbo x reader #mumbo jumbo x reader #hermitcraft #HC! Mumbo #hermitcraft smp #hermitcraft x reader #mumbo hermitcraft #x reader #luna's shy stars #luna has written #i miss mumbo

[cuuno-moved]

The Aro SmallEtho fic

(The Team Rancher sequel/prequel)

“Are you two… together?”

Joel blinked, looking up at Jimmy, who was standing by, innocently, watching Etho and Tango talk at the base of the ship. “Huh? What?”

“Are you and Etho dating?” Jimmy asked again, then his face screwed up. “Oh, nevermind, that’s probably stupid, cause, like, Lizzie-”

“No, no,” Joel waved his hand, still confused. “I’m poly, I can date multiple people, that’s not an issue. What do you mean am I and Etho together?”

“Like, are you guys…?” Jimmy looked confused now too, glancing helplessly between the two below and the man standing next to him. “I think… cause, like, Bdubs and Impulse are a couple now… and I think BigB and Ren…? So, I don’t know, I was wondering-”

“Cause we’re soulmates?” Joel scoffed. “I mean, you and Tango aren’t dating, are you?”

“I mean, we… our situation’s a little different.”

“Is it?” Joel asked, crossing his arms, challenging. “How do you know?”

Jimmy squinted down at him, opening and closing his mouth a few times like a landed fish, before looking dubiously at Etho. “I mean, is he aromantic?”

Joel’s brain flatlined at that one, and he took a moment to stare stupidly down at Etho, trying very hard to remember whether or not the other man had ever mentioned anything like that. “...Maybe?”

“Right,” Jimmy sighed, pinching his nose bridge. “Whatever you say Joel.”

The conversation ended shortly thereafter, with a very happy Etho and a very nervous looking Tango. Joel took that as a victory and gave Jimmy one last smug look before the Ranchers departed. 

The conversation stuck with him, though. The canary had a habit of doing that, of saying something that stuck with Joel in just the right way, even though everything else he said was stupid nonscence. Something about the way he’d asked the question, like he genuinely had no idea… surely he wasn’t that dumb, they lived in a giant boat called the “Relation-Ship” for crying out loud. Of course they were dating.

But were they really?

His head hurt.

He wasn’t very good at emotions- in fact, other than Grian, he considered himself the worst in the group at emotions. He didn’t just feel things, he had to think it through first. So what did he feel for Etho?

One night, he finally got around to asking him.

It was warm out, the kind of muggy warmth that came during summer nights and kept you up, the kind that made the fireflies swarm the bushes and trees, making the dark silhouettes look like pieces of the void itself. There was a lightning storm just over the horizon, and Joel and Etho were watching it, watching the light flicker through the clouds.

“You know when Jimmy and Tango stopped by the other day?” Joel asked, abruptly. “Remember that?”

“Yeah, I remember.” Etho said, in that Etho way. “What about it?”

“Jimmy asked if we were dating,” Joel said, carefully, then added in a laugh. “Imagine that.”

“...Yeah,” Etho said, slowly. “Imagine that.”

They sat in silence for a bit longer, before Joel cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’m not sure what he was confused about.”

“Yeah, me neither,” Etho hummed, his eyes barely visible in the dim, flickering light of the storm. “...What did you tell him?”

“The truth, of course,” Joel said. “What else?”

“Mhm…” Etho ran a thumb under the bottom of his mask, along his jawline. “Right.”

It was silent again, an uneasy silence.

“... We are dating, right?” Joel asked, finally, uncomfortably. “Aren’t we?”

“I mean…” Etho shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t know if I’d call it… dating.”

“Why not?” Joel said, immediately, a bit panicked. “What- what do you mean?”

“I just mean… we haven’t gone on any dates,” Etho drawled, easily, his eye still on the light show. “And we don’t really… act like a dating couple-”

“-Sure we do,” Joel frowned. “We act like any dating couple out there. This is how Lizzie and I acted when we were dating.”

“Is it?” Etho asked, somewhat dubious, glancing briefly at the shorter man. “Alright.”

“So… we are dating?”

“Mmm,” Etho squinted. “I don’t know, but I’m leaning towards no.”

“Well I’m leaning towards yes,” Joel frowned, irritated now. “So.”

“So,” Etho turned to him, finally. “So, we’re at an impasse.”

“Rock paper scissors,” Joel said, decisively. “If I win, we’re dating, if you win, we’re not.”

Etho blinked, before laughing, shaking his head in amusement. “Sure, why not. Rock paper scissors.”

They both balled up one hand, pressing it into their palm. Then, silently, together, they bounced it, once, twice, three times, and-

“No way,” Joel hissed, glancing between their hands. “You cheated.”

“How did I cheat?” Etho asked, tilting his head, his eyes glittering in amusement. “How does one even cheat at rock paper scissors?”

“I don’t know, but you did! I declare a rematch!”

They went again, and again, and again, and every time, Etho beat Joel with ease. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to thumb wrestle or something?” Etho’s eyes squinted in amusement. “Tic tac toe?”

“Not with those freakishly long fingers of yours,” Joel snapped. “And I bet you’d cheat in tic tac toe too.”

After 6 rounds, Joel had beaten Etho once, and Etho had won every other round with ease. The victor was clear.

“You suck,” Joel spat, slouching down to the ground, crossing his arms over his chest. The storm had cleared out, leaving nothing but the faint smell of ozone in the air. “I hate you.”

“So, we’re definitely not dating,” Etho said, smugly. “Cool.”

It was quiet for a bit, before, quietly, Joel tentatively asked, “Uh, so… are you aromantic?”

“Where’d that come from?” Etho snorted, picking at some grass. 

“... I just…” Joel hummed, before forcing a grin. “Well, I don’t know, I don’t know why someone wouldn’t want to date me, otherwise.”

“You’re such a dork,” Etho chuckled warmly. “...I don’t know, actually. I’m just kind of… here.”

“Well, have you ever had a crush?”

“Uh,” The elf hesitated, narrowing his eyes slightly at the horizon. “I don’t know. I’ve dated a few people, but I’m not sure whether I actually liked them or if I was just kind of making it up.”

“Ah,” Joel hummed. “Yeah, I get that.”

“Do you?” Etho asked, but his voice wasn’t accusatory, or disbelieving. It was a question, simple and gentle. 

“Yeah, uh.” Joel shifted, uncomfortably. “Okay, I’m going to tell you a secret, the only person I think I’ve ever… actually liked… was my wife Lizzie. Other than that, I genuinely don’t think I’ve ever had a crush… Is that weird?”

“I don’t know,” Etho said, simply. “How long did you know her before you decided you actually… liked her?”

“We’d been dating for nearly a year,” Joel murmured. “It took me a year to get a crush on the woman I was dating.”

“Hm,” Etho cracked his knuckles, still not looking at Joel. After a moment, he pulled his mask down. Instinctually, Joel looked away, even though he knew the other man didn’t mind. “That’s nice at least. So… if you don’t like me, why did you ask me out?”

“I didn’t ask you out,” Joel said, only vaguely defensively. “I asked if we were dating.”

“You assumed we were dating-”

“-We live in a boat called the Relation-Ship-”

“-And who named it that?!” Etho laughed, raising an eyebrow at the smaller man. 

Joel laughed too, and they just sat there for a little longer, both grinning, both happy.

“Can I tell Jimmy we’re dating though?” Joel asked, casually, leaning back against the wall. “I just want to one- up him.”

“Christ,” Etho groaned, goodnaturedly. “Yeah, fine, you can tell him we’re dating. But I get to tell Cleo.”

“Deal.”

#it's finally done #i'm not really proud of it but i'm posting it like i am #double life smp #joel smallishbeans #ethoslab #dave's author arc

[bluiex]

'vamp Scar and hunter Gri dancing' anon back again (highly tempted to call myself dancing bat anon) with the sorta part two of the other thing I sent in. Enjoy :3

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Grian groans as he wakes, feeling his body ache and hurt like he had been run over. Like he had gotten run over by three semi's and needs to be in a full body cast. Or he's just being dramatic because he's feeling the after effect of downing a handful of painkillers, one of the effects being a splitting headache.

"Never again..." He mutters, even though it never changed anything before, and he knows he will very much down painkillers like they are candy again in the future. It's a miracle how he hasn't gotten addicted to the medication yet. Would an autopsy of his body show hoe many times he's downed dangerous amounts of pain-numbing meds?

Ignoring how much his body complains and how many bones crack as he sits up, he grows confused with how many blankets had been layered over him. And even more at pillows surrounding his body, almost making a outline around him. It's as if someone made some sort of soft cocoon around him. And is he-Yep, he's very much nude under everything...

He thinks back onto the last few things that happened before he passed out. Lets see...He remembers Scar peeling him out of his clothes, repeating the word 'Sorry' like it would magically give him the strength to do it himself. Scar carefully corralling him to the tub, keeping an arm around him to prevent him from falling. Scar gently massaging shampoo into his scalp, whispering soothing words into his ears...

Pulling a blanket up to his face, he smells what he can only equate to the scent that clings to Scar. So, he's in a soft and warm cocoon made up of things that smell like the strange vampire. His strange vampire. His...partner, he supposes.

Did they even agree they were dating? Or did they just fall into the roles and paid no more mind to it?

He wonders what his sister would say if she could see him in the state he's in. Would she comfort him by saying it's alright to feel like he does after getting so greatly outnumbered, or would she laugh and tell him that's what he gets for being so stubborn on being a solo hunter? Yeah, the latter sounds like her, along with her teasing him about falling for someone he was supposed to kill.

"Hope you're doing better than me wherever you ended up Pearl...Whatever better looks like."

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He's tracing a wound on his leg when he hears the doorknob turn, making him quickly cover up his lower half with a blanket.

"Oh, hey Grian!" Scar says as they appear from the opening door. "I was wondering when you would be up. You feeling okay?"

"As fine as someone can be when they feel like they lost a fight with a bear..."

"Hmm, well...Maybe something of what I brought will cheer you up!"

They quickly make their way over to the bed, big dopey smile on their face. A plastic bag hangs from their hand, whatever inside rustling as the bags swings. Is that...Is that the logo of the local grocery store? They went to the store?

He holds back a laugh. The thought of Scar waiting in line, trying to find exact change to some underpaid cashier's dismay is incredibly humorous to him.

But that doesn't stop him from being confused as they pull a packaged slice of cake from the bag.

"I thought you might like something sweet, but I didn't know what deserts you liked...I hope you like chocolate cake."

"That's...That's fine." He says, watching them place container on the bedside cabinet. "You didn't go to a store just to buy cake, did you?"

"Oh no, I got a small thing of milk to help you wash it down, some more bandages, some nonprescription pain meds, some disinfectant, and some other stuff that's in some bags on the kitchen table."

"...Why?"

"Hmm?"

"Why...Why would you do that?"

Scar tilts their head, like they're confused he's even asking. "Because if I'm going to help you, I have to be prepared. Why else?"

"That wasn't they only errand you did, right?"

"I did some other stuff while I was out, but getting some thing to help you be more comfortable was my main goal."

"Oh..."

"It wouldn't have been that fun it that's what you're worried about, it was really boring stuff really. And it's absolutely pouring outside! You would've gotten soaked. But next time if you really want to go, I'll let you come with."

They place the bag on the cabinet and pick up the cake container, holding it carefully in their hands as they sit next to him on the bed. He tries scooting away to give them more room, but they wrap an arm around him and press him into their side.

He looks up at them, looking into their eyes as they look at him.

"I hate that your lips are split..." They say somberly. "Kissing you was my favorite thing to do."

His cheeks heat up. "You can still kiss me, you just have to be more careful about it."

"The blood is going to be a problem, Gri."

"Only if you make it one."

They hum, leaning down and gently pressing their lips against his. He tilts his head up, placing his hands on the arm around him.

"Mine." They murmur as they pull away.

"Yours."

"only if you make it one" *sobs into my hands* I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!! and dancing bat anon is a great name!

#bluie gets an ask poggers #scarian #long post #scarian vampire hunter au #scarian vampire au