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Cute cute cute

Not immune to the kitty centaur Scar propaganda… (bonus peskkkky bird!!)

Idea from Marr on X!! (Not sure if they got an account here :,0)

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What the hell is wrong with people

Hello dear!

Sorry for bothering you, but it's important to remind you to turn off your asks for a few days! Bad things are going to happen on Tumblr soon...

Don t know anything about this but BETTER BE SAFE EVERYBODY!!!!!!

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We are now up to 5 chapters posted!

Ok! After over a month of working on it I finally have a chapter to post!

Introducing Tumblr, Tantrums, and Trauma

This fic is about Grian, Mumbo, and Scar who are roommates! The first main arc involves grian going through some stuff and starting to experience regressing. It's something the 3 of them aren't familiar with but they'll have to figure it out and handle it the best they can!

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"Get on your knees" had me bracing

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Madoka magica au; Meet Grian the Watcher:

Grian changes the shape of his eyes to appeal to human perception. His eyes become beady and round around possible victims.

And a little bit more on how he functions as a creature!!

Grian is a defected Watcher, meaning he is less competent as an entity to carry out tasks of recycling energy. He is still really good at his job, resulting in a fact that his defect has yet to be discovered.

A mishap with Scar leaves him permanently human, and he has to find his way out of this mess. Surely, if he kills Scar, his wish would he nullified?

Oops: Get your context here

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Madoka Magica desert duo AU!!

Meet Scar Goodtimes, more famously known as Hotguy around the neighbourhood!! As well as the suspicious man he keeps in his house <33

Get your context 💥 here 💥

Here it is!!! I have Things TM saved up that needs polishing, but I have more than enough time >:))

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I love it

So cute

Grian totally is that clingy that he'd just climb in mumbos clothes

OUR jacket now

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Mumbo looks like he just got done with a rough Redstone project

drawings. that may or may not be a few months old and i gave up on

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God I need this to be a book

made another shitty little drawing, this time with a shitty little snippet to go with it! 👍

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“I’m not telling him, Maui.”

Another pointed meow. Grian groaned, exclaiming, “You know why! I know when I get visions, you and cat Pearl can see them too. You’re just trying to be difficult.”

The next noise sounded like a disappointed hiss. Mumbo moved a bit closer, turning the corner to see Grian and Maui, face to face since Maui was sitting on a shelf, actively arguing, though Mumbo had no idea how Grian could understand the cat.

“Don’t give me attitude, young man! I’ll send you off with the Pearls for the week,” Grian threatened.

Maui huffed before seeming to spot Mumbo spying on them, immediately booking it towards him.

Grian jumped, turning just in time to see Maui pointedly meow at the man who’d been eavesdropping.

He went pale, the constellations on his hat shifting once again. When Mumbo just seemed confused, he asked hesitantly, “Hey, you… can’t understand him, right?”

“...no? Why would I be able to understand a cat?” Mumbo asked in confusion.

Grian smirked victoriously as Maui deflated, promptly scooping the cat up and looking him in the eyes as he hummed, “That’s what you get for trying to be a snitch, Maui.”

Maui hissed again, and Grian scowled at him, huffing, “That’s it, you’re going with Pearl.”

The cat in his arms meowed, but Grian exclaimed, “Nope! You lost your chance! Come on.”

He turned, apologizing, “Sorry about him, Mumbo. He won’t bother you again.”

The blond promptly set off, and Mumbo tried to gather his bearings.

He had no idea why on earth the sight of his crush arguing with a cat had been so cute.

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Chapter 2 is up!

I've written through chapter 4 and the plan is daily updates till Christmas hopefully

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Snowy sunflowers

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So joel is a tanuki, and etho is a arctic fox, and Grian and jimmy are birds…

is it possible to make a fic where they all test the limits of their abilities like is joel able to curl his tail into a cinnamon roll??

Day 110 -

Characters - Etho + Joel ft. Grian, Jimmy Words - 1,165 Time - 60 mins Content - Hermitcraft

On a random walk around the server, Etho found Joel’s base in the horizon. And from one moment to the next, he was closer and closer, until he was in the city. Not that he intended to, or anything—it was just a casual stroll, that was all!

But he was around, and Joel did not seem to be around, so he decided to look around. Admire Joel’s base and such, because the build was great. Amazing. He wanted to see him. To congratulate, of course. No other reason. 

And sooner than later, down a narrow set of stairs, he saw a water fountain. Joel’s statue juggling horse heads. 

He blinked a couple times, amused.

“Squawk!”

Etho jumped, head snapping up to find a parrot looking down at him. He stared at it as he walked the final two steps, walking in front of the fountain. The bird squawked again, fluttering its vibrant red wings. 

He followed a yellow canary that flew beside the parrot. The stillness vanished when the canary smacked the parrot with its wing accidentally, causing the parrot to look at the canary with offence. 

Funnily so, both birds were the same size despite knowing it was not the case.

Before he could ask outloud, the air was cut as something swooped down, sharp talons clawed at his collar and wings smacked him. He raised his arms to protect his face, stumbling back as the bird continued to attack him. It took a couple more seconds before he could grab the bird’s wing, pushing it away.

Etho coughed a feather, then tried to spit it out as it stuck to his tongue. Ultimately, he pinched it out, throwing it on the ground before looking at the bird. 

Unlike the parrot and canary from earlier, the bird looking back at him was a hawk. 

“Joel.” 

It flapped its wings as it screeched, trying to free itself. Failing, however.

“Hi.” 

Joel flapped his wings again. The brown and white feathers, the stripes and lines. They had a golden glow to them from the sun, but he could see the green shine when the light hit it the right way.

Joel tried to turn his head the right way round, bending his body a little as he tucked his wings into his body. Etho felt the flick of his ears, an animalistic reaction to the bird in his hand. Half interested in the feathered prey, but also unwarranted fear of the bird of prey. Behind those considerations, the sting on his neck and face burned.

Sets of flapping wings lowered as Etho tossed Joel away, quickly finishing something out of his inventory and tossing it further back. As Joel chased it, Etho shrunk to the ground, taking his fox form. 

If the hawk was Joel, then it was safe to assume who the other two were. 

Not that Etho did not know—he remembered Limited Life, the Bad Boys shifted into birds to play around in between sessions. 

Both were on the statues; Grian on the highest horse neck, Jimmy on statue Joel’s head. He found them easily, eyes fixed on them. They stared back, shifting from feet to feet, uneasy. 

Etho thumped his tail in front of him before standing up. His paws were planted on the ground, keeping an eye on the pair as his ears were allocated to the hawk tearing the steak with hunger. The sound of meat tearing and the birds up there made his mouth water, despite knowing those were his friends. 

So, before he did anything stupid, he turned his attention to Joel. Unlike the pair, Joel could put up a fight. 

And, well, more than anything, he hoped to draw out that canine instinct that seemed to be carved into Joel’s very code. 

He turned his attention to the hawk then dashed to him, leaping and tackling him away from the steak. Joel screeched and flailed, letting out a surprised chirp as Etho pinned his wings with his front paws.

A talon caught Etho’s tail, yanking it hard enough to shake his balance, giving Joel enough room to roll around and impulse himself away. Etho gave chase as the hawk flew close to the ground, slowly morphing into another animal. 

Talons and wings replaced by paws, the feathers by fur, and the feathered tail fluffing up. Claws clacked on the stone of the ground, an echo to Etho’s set. 

Joel rounded the fountain until he was fully shifted, then sharply turned around, barking at Etho and turning the tables on him. Despite being smaller than the fox, Etho still ran when Joel began to chase, snapping his jaw at him. 

They ran around the area for a while, jumping and rolling on each other, barking and biting and scratching with familiarity. Though Etho missed the wolf he had known in Double Life, he did not mind any version he got of Joel. And this tanuki was not half bad, still incredibly strong. 

Joel claimed victory when he sat onto Etho’s back, thumping his tail down onto Etho’s face. He looked up to the fountain where Jimmy was grooming Grian’s wings, a small pile of yellow feathers already fallen at the base of the statue and water. 

Etho bit on Joel’s tail, instantly letting go when Joel yelped, jumping away. He tucked himself behind his tail, looking at him with innocent eyes that should not have worked, but did, and Etho felt guilty. 

He tried to approach slowly, but Joel jumped onto the edge, circling away. Joel leaned down to drink some water, and Etho followed after, not moving closer until Joel calmed down. 

After drinking some water, Etho watches some feathers floating along. Then his attention drifted to Joel, who was now on his back, swatting at the circling birds. His tail was flicking, no doubt from happiness as it had earlier while they were play-fighting. Less, Etho would argue. 

Not out of jealousy. 

No, of course not. 

Still, he silently and gracefully walked the edge to them, stopping once the birds flew between them. Screeching and squawking, flapping their wings unhappily. They landed between them; Jimmy tweeting and jumping frantically at the forefront, and Grian staying behind wearily. 

Etho looked down, and simply swatted them aside. Not on the water, at least.

They tweeted, angrier now, but he tuned their cries out. Fortunately, they did not attack. Though he was not above letting his predator instincts overtake him. 

Joel was half-melted on the edge, pawing at his face tiredly, looking rather ready for a nap during the remaining sunlight. Etho walked over, careful to not step on his limbs and tail, nuzzling on his cheek. Joel gave a quiet bark, rolling onto his side as Etho settled down, wrapping his tail around him, which Joel caught in his mouth. 

Etho did not mind the light biting, nor the pair of birds settling in the space between them. He simply rested his head above Joel’s, and took his nap.

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me when etho and joel uttered in the same prompt 🤡 there was going to be more bad boys content but etho and joel in same prompt... 🤡 (this is not on you anon, this is a call out to me) also, idk if this counts towards the prompt. i honestly dont know what testing the limits are. if you meant testing limits as hybrids... ooops. you get creechurs

also! i am gonna start working on putting these on ao3 soon. just gotta see if i can borrow someone's mouse or else i'm stuck with trackpad for the 110 prompts ;-;

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Maybe he will become hardened criminal...

Or maybe he will drop the soap :/

His tie isn’t even on correctly, Mumbo’s never going to see the light of day ever again

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bamboozlers as team rocket?

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*Shoots the "cartoon furry" beam at your hermits* teehee

Bonus sketches and doodles below

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Ok! After over a month of working on it I finally have a chapter to post!

Introducing Tumblr, Tantrums, and Trauma

This fic is about Grian, Mumbo, and Scar who are roommates! The first main arc involves grian going through some stuff and starting to experience regressing. It's something the 3 of them aren't familiar with but they'll have to figure it out and handle it the best they can!

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DID HE HIT GRIAN WITH THE CAR?????

kachow, as they say