#‘grian take your clothes off’ OK????

[sherlockggrian]

hoo hoo big summer blow out

[pseudocyance]

so here is the fic I spoke about last night

Takes place near the end of 3rd life and middle of season 8

Ah shit I copied it from Google docs and it didn't save my paragraphs fuck noooo I have to fix it

Ok read if you want

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“I can't believe you scammed another person out of their armor” Grian called to Scar, exasperated.

“Hey, Etho got his reputation points and I got some new pants. They're shiny!” Scar's voice echoed across the sand. He seemed to skip towards the edge, red eyes darting over the expanse of the desert.

“Can you believe all of this is ours?”

“No, not really” Grian glanced back up at the building he was designing. The supports gave the hint of what Monopoly Mountain would one day become. Something about building was just so… perfect to him. His favorite style was rustic but this small castle seemed fierce. It was a monument to defend.

He was jolted out of his thoughts as a crack of thunder rang across the sand.

“SCAR?” Grian's head whipped around. He was alone on the top of the mountain.

“No, nonono. He can't be-” a ping sounded on his communicator. A message from Cleo glowed on the screen reading “did anyone else just hear that? Did someone lose their last life?”

No. Scar couldn't have died. They had just made a life here in the desert. They were settling. Grian rushed to the edge of Monopoly Mountain and looked down, expecting the worst.

And there Scar was. He had fallen off the edge onto the staircase that wound along the side of the cliff. His body lay, limp on the sandstone. Grian fought back tears.But something was off. His skin was no longer the dull silver it had become as a red-life. He also wore no armor. Instead, he had a long, red coat and a small hat of the same shade.

Grian rushed down the stairs. “Scar!”

He reached his companion's body and kneeled down. There was definitely something different about him. Was this what happened when someone lost their last life?

Gaaasp

Scar eyes flew open as he jolted awake, gulping for air. His irises seemed to glow a pure green like sunlight shining through leaves.

His gaze focused on Grian.

“What happened? Did I die again?” He paused. “Why are we in the desert?”

“I think you might have died again, but that doesn't make sense. This was supposed to be perma-death.”

“What? Perma-death? What do you mean?” Scar looked perplexed. “Wait, wait, wait. Grian, why are your eyes green? Where's that hazel I've gotten so used to staring into?” a cheeky smirk appeared on his face.

“Why- why are my eyes green?” it was now Grian's turn for confusion. “My eyes are green because I'm a green.” The two stared at each other.

“You're not my Scar, are you?”

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Scar had no idea what had just happened. One minute, he had been falling into the Boatem Hole, and the next he was in a desert he didn't recognise and missing all of his items.

Grian kneeled at his side. His brow was creased and his gaze darted around.

“What do you mean, your Scar? Wait, that means you aren't my Grian”

Grian's mouth opened to respond, but something caught his eye on the border of the desert.

“Shit,” he muttered. “Ren's crew is coming.”A red banner bobbed through the trees. “Act natural. You're my red, and if they know there's something wrong, they'll attack.”

Scar didn't know what to be more shocked about - Grian calling Scar “his red” or Grian swearing.

“Why would Ren attack us? Did you do anything to annoy him?”

“I'm a green. That's enough of an issue for him. Oh, and you're going to have to take all of that-” he gestured to Scar's flamboyant outfit "- off. You should be wearing armor, not a waistcoat.”

“Only my Grian can tell me to take my clothes off,” Scar smirked. Grian's cheeks became as scarlet as Scar's jacket, which led Scar's smirk to become even deeper.

The green stuttered, “I- uh, get some armor on. Looks like we're going into battle.”

[nyxmisfortune]

Happy Birthday!!

Paring-Mumbo Jumbo, Grian, Scar x reader [seprate] 

Warnings-None

Summary-How the Hermits would help you celebrate your birthday

Warnings-None

Notes-As a happy birthday to this blog, the reader gets to celebrate their birthday! This does take place in summer so sorry to everyone with winter birthdays! [It’s me, I’m the one with the winter birthday] I might write one for Impulse Pearl and Xisuma later

Mumbo Jumbo

I think he would plan a cute picnic! 

He has everything, flowers, the red checkered blanket, and food Scar totally didn’t help him make

It’s really cute and he treats you so nicely

It is your birthday after all

And of course, what is a picnic without a surprise?

Mumbo had Insisted the two of you stay out late, though, you didn’t quite know why. You watched the sun go down and thought that was what he wanted to stay out for, but no. He insisted that if you’d just wait, you’d love what was to come.

So you wait. 

And wait. 

And wait. 

You wait till The moon is high in the sky. “Mumbo, I think it’s time to-” You’re cut off by Mumbo pointing at something “Look!” You look to where he’s pointing only to find a little firefly. You watch the little bug flutter around. Soon, there’s more until the whole valley is lit up with tiny lights. It looks magical like the stars came down to make a show just for you.

Mumbo smiles “Suprise” 

Grian

He takes the day off from his little prank war with Doc to spend time with you.

You have to make him promise he won’t wake you up at 6 AM this year 

He takes you out for lunch

This man is taking you flying, whether you have wings or not.

You’re woken up by a loud thump. You sit up in bed, confused until you realize the pesky bird just slammed himself into your window, thinking it was an open gap. You have to hold in laughter as you run downstairs to go make sure he’s ok.

You quickly change out of your night clothes and run downstairs and outside. Grian is dusting himself off when he sees you and his eyes light up. “There you are! Right on time!” Before you can ask questions you’re being swept up into his arms.

He shoots off into the sky and you have to cling to him so you don’t fall. “GRIAN!” You yell, have to scream to be heard over the rushing wind. Finally, he slows down “Yes Y/n?” 

“What do you think you’re doing?” You ask, a mock scolding tone to your voice. “Taking you to lunch!” He says cheerily

Scar

The whole day is spent doing whatever you’d like to do. 

You want to go to the shopping district? Scars got Diamonds. You want to walk around Scarland? He’ll give you the best tour. Just want to cuddle in bed? He’s more than happy to do that!

The one thing that is for sure is that he’s waking you up with breakfast

No guarantee on how it turns out tho

You’re woken up to the smell of something burning. You quickly get out of bed and head downstairs. You head into the kitchen to find Scar making breakfast. 

“Scar is something burning?” 

“Just my love for you~” 

“Scar the toaster is on fire” 

“THE TOASTER IS WHAT!?” 

He quickly whips around and does his best to put out the fire. You sigh and smile. “Scar, the fire extinguisher.” Scar pauses for a moment before grabbing the fire extinguisher and putting out the fire. 

You can’t help but laugh, and give Scar a hug “Thanks for making breakfast” Scar smiles and kisses your forehead “Of course. Happy birthday Y/n”

[cagemasterfantasy]

3rd Life Remastered Irl Session 1 2/2

Before reading this it is recommend to read the other parts before reading this one. All characters portrayed in this story are real but used in a fictitious manor. Nothing they say or do is real this story is entirely satire. This story also talks about touchy subjects like Self Harm and Suicide. The whole purpose of this story is to bring attention to those struggling with mental health.

After my chat with doodl3 I head on back to my computer and log into discord genuine tears falling down my cheeks. Bdubs: Hey Slimer you feeling ok? Is Grian there with you?" "Grian's here but there's something I want to say to all of you" All of them look intent on hearing me out "I'm sorry for yelling at all of you. I was so overcome with emotions I just don't know what came over to me" Gem: I already forgive you Slimer I understand" Joel: And I'm one who believes in second chances" Scar: You're still my Scar Wars buddy Slimer till the bitter end" "I'm so sorry for what I did" The tears start streaming down my face now "Could we please forget about all of this and well enjoy Minecon together?" Everybody thinks for a few seconds before some people nod Mumbo: Water under the bridge but I do have something to say to cheer you up" "Oh yeah and what's that?" Mumbo: Aha" Everybody starts laughing Bdubs: Aha" "No not you too one is enough" Scott: Eh I'm normally not one to do this but eh screw it AHA" Jimmy: Aha" I log out of the discord and Grian is snickering "Don't you da- Grian: Aha" "Great"

The next day I am packing my clothes toiletries inhalers I'm packing everything. Rylee is wagging his tail as I'm packing his food. "Yeah you are going to get to meet my friends little buddy" Rylee cocks his head like HUh? "Everyone's going to love you"

I send doodl3 a text saying "on my way to the airport now" before packing my laptop and charger and waiting outside for Grian Rylee wagging his tail I trust him off his leash knowing very well he won't wander far away from me.

I see Grian arrive and place my bags in his car before getting Rylee in the back and sitting in the back seat after seeing his wife up front. "Is your wife coming with us Grian?" Grian: No she's going to be driving the car back after we leave and is taking care of the cats and my daughter while I'm gone" Rylee jumps into the front and lays on her lap "Traitor" Grian laughs Grian: He likes her"

As soon as we are at the Airport Grian has said goodbye to his wife and he guides me to where our gate is after putting our luggage on the carousel

As soon as we take our seats I look at Grian and say "Hey Grian thanks for saving my life yesterday I don't know what I'd do without you" Grian: I'm just glad I got there when I did and am glad you left your apartment door unlocked things could have gone very differently" Rylee lays in Grian's lap "Traitor"

Once we arrive we already see Scar Mumbo and Cleo waiting for us at the gate Mumbo: Aha" "Do not start that please I'm already in the states and I want to have a good time" Scar: Yeah leave my Scar Wars bro alone" The voices become intense "They are just using you" "They aren't friends" "Don't trust them" Cleo shakes me and snaps me out of it as Bdubs approaches alongside Martin Martin: Hey what's happening Bdubs: Voices again just play it cool like you didn't see anything Mumbo: Ah Bdubs AHA" "WILL YOU CUT THAT OUT?" Mumbo: alright alright sheesh" I pull out my phone and send doodl3 a text saying "have just arrived at the airport have fun"

After everyone else arrives we go out front to see 2 limos each with a driver holding a sign that says "Life Series players" The ballots take our bags and I decide not to get in the one with Mumbo having already had enough AHAS for one day and enter with Ren Joel Tango Impulse Tango Lizzy Bigb and Gem "Ayyy jump up Rylee" He jumps into the limo and immediately lays in Ren's lap "Oh isn't that funny Ren the dog just took my dog" Ren: He's my dog now Me: Rylee you are a traitor Tango: Aww lay off Puppo will you?" He starts petting Rylee who is wagging his tail happy Joel: Hey come on Ren give him his dog back I know you're Ren the dog but sheesh" Ren: No he's my dog now" He says playfully Lizzie and Gem are just laughing as the voices pick up "Grab that dog he does not belong to him" "He isn't going to give your dog back you shou-" I begin to feel a tight pain around my chest and the wheezing. Gem is looking real concerned Gem: Your inhaler Lizzie: Use your inhaler" I'm reaching for it but my vison is getting blurry. Ren goes over to me puts Rylee in Impulse lap reaches into my pocket to get my inhaler and uses it as I gasp at fresh air. Ren: Easy now" Impulse: Are you ok?" I hug Ren as a thank you Ren: Ow too tight loosen up will you?" "Sorry I'm a hugger" Ren: Yeah I can tell let go of me" I release him "S-sorry I love hugging" Ren: Just please don't choke me next time

Once we arrive at the hotel and check in I'm excited to find out I'm staying with Scar my Scar Wars buddy. Rylee is wagging his tail and sniffing around the Lobby "ey Rylee get over here there'll be time to explore in a bit" I lead Rylee on but he keeps sitting in the middle of the hallway as I pass by the luxury dining room I see a sign that says "Reserved for the Life Series Players" I smell food coming from the dining room. Scar: Oh boy" He cups his hands and says "Hey guys I'm going to lock Slimer in our room so he doesn't eat all of the food" Me: Shut up" I catch up with Cleo and Lizzie "So what are you 2 going to do? Watch the Walking Dead" Cleo: That show sucks" I raise an eyebrow Cleo: Alright fine I'm going to watch the Walking Dead and maybe go for a swim what about you going to watch Star Wars with Scar and eat all the food in the dining room?" Me: Oh my god Cleo let's hope there isn't a zombie apocalypse any time soon I'll use you as a decoy Zombie in front of my location to go NO HUMANS HERE ARARAHHAGAAAGHEA" Lizzie and Scar burst out laughing as me and Scar enter our room? Scar: So let me guess Star Wars and then food?" Rylee jumps on the bed and runs around having zoomies Me: Oh geez there he goes again" Scar: He's happy

The day of session 2 arrives and we are at the convention center after eating breakfast the host takes us to where we'll be staying in computer tents everyone is dressed as their avatar including me I'm glistening with green face paint all over my arms neck and face to resemble a slime. I go into my tent and the tv turns on to show my screen on there. I text my mod @doodl3 "You ready to mod?"

The rules sign is up in front of all of the tents as Rylee wanders to each of the other players tents sniffing everybody. It says do not tell the other players what others are doing is the biggest rule there. I feel myself coughing and use my inhaler texting doodl3 one finaly time "Good luck for the next 3 hours" as the live stream begins in my sound proof tent

To be continued in session 2

Previous part

[niftukkun]

for the fourth and final week of @/shepscapade 's hermitcraft character design event, i offer an outfit swap between two blonde british minecraft men!

ok so im actually gonna take the opportunity to talk about how i generally design characters but especially mcyt characters. ill get to why grian and philzas designs are the way the are later but i wanna talk about how i design mcyt characters for a hot second. to start with i generally have two big rules when it comes to base character designs! they arent hard rules but i find them generally helpful when designing, again, base designs (so special one off style designs like the ones from this design challenge dont really count).

(1) is one i feel a lot of artists know, especially those in animation and comics - its KISS! aka 'keep it simple, stupid'. easily memorable and memorisable designs are good! more details can be good, especially for rendered pieces, but i find that designs i can easily remember and doodle from memory are the ones that stick and therefore become the base of other designs. the Silhouette Rule is also a good thumb rule, though i tend to be more loose with it - have your characters have one or more. identifiable? bits?? like, yknow, if your characters swap clothes with another what bits tell you this character is this character yknow? like with grian i have the two feather anime hair bits (and dave strider style hair) + four wings and a unique tail! and with philza i gave him antler horn things (because why not its unique ish) and, funnily enough since i dont use facial hair in my designs often his facial hair became a bit of an identifier too! my original character ambrosia has a signature bunny mask, big fwuffy coat, unique hair etc etc things like that!

the (2)nd mcyt design rule i have is literally a personal preference thing - No Humans. again its a personal preference but i. i cant!! theyre not real WHy Do They Have To Be Human!!! they dont!!!!! therefore they are not human. every mcyt if i can get away with it and find a good way to make them Not Human even if its like a simple tail or horns or what have you I Will Make Them Not Human. if they are human (tommy) then it means its like a cool story thing (tommys human) or its temporary until i find a better design (not for tommy) or for the case of Tommy Fuckin Innit idk his Vibes are Too Strong he Cant Not Be Human I DOnt KNow WHY. every character is lowkey on a scale of how many nonhuman features they have - grian with ear wings, four wings + tail, and funky birb legs and occasionally bird hands is on one end of that scale, and funnily enough philza - who by all means is human if not for the antlers (he can take his wings off) is on the other side of that scale. most designs i have are between those, notable exceptions doc who has four legs and a nonhuman face and Fuckin Innit.

now to actual design notes on the characters i drew - first up is grian! he has three sets of wings including his ears. its a personal headcanon that he gains a set of wings for every season of hermitcraft he was in, not including the one hes on now. so he has chicken ear wings (s6, poultry man) parrot wings (s7, pesky bird) and barn owl wings (s8, moon = owl). when the season ends im gonna find a bird thats sufficiently eldritch because with how the season has been going (rocks, entity, rift) it seems fitting. i generally give him glasses because he has them irl and also it fits - though i do tend to forget them because its uncommon in other grian designs and not actually on his mc skin. the tail i originally had as a more,, aquatic one? not that its not one now but like it had the mermaid tail end before. i didnt really like it! it looked cool but i felt like it didnt fit so i looked up more tail fins and chose one that looks vaguely like an axolotls but without the top fin part? if that makes sense. and it fit better and looks better so im proud of it but as is the nature of designs it may change at a later date

for philza i didnt really do anything special. kimono top with a looser bottom cause philza explores a lot, baggy pants and mostly human everything because it surprisingly fits? idk i feel like most phil designs i see lean more on the immortal angel of death thing he has but i feel like its more fitting if hes Just A Guy but hes tenacious enough that he Gains the nonhuman parts. the wings especially - a lot of people add those in by default but actually i feel like its more fitting if he only gets wings when he has an elytra! so on q/smp for example he doesnt have wings (even if he said theyre clipped that one time im a philza has no default wings truther he gets those by elytra and hes so good at them through practice you cannot change my mind). also in addition to the wings the elytra also gives him the coat poncho thing that i drew on grian because why not. also hardcore heart necklace!! hell yeah.

[hmshermitcraft]

Grian and xisuma are Mermaids that can turn there tails into legs when out of the water.

When exploring the shore together they found three guys yelling with some other guys over money.

Once that was over grian goes to the men and taps one of there shoulders, they turn around as xisuma runs over and grabs grains hand.

"Who are you two?" The tallest ask he had brown hair and a eyepatch over his right eye and has green patches on his skin.

"Um I am xisuma this is grian and we where walking down the shore and heard you fighting over money" xisuma holds grians hand tighter scared they will take them.

"That is nothing some drunk guy mistaken us for someone else anyways I am doc the man with the mustache is mumbo and the other eyepatch wearing man is iskall" doc said looking at xisuma and grian then takes a double take when he sees scals where xisumas pants end on his hips

"Hm your a mermaid I see" doc said and xisuma and grian freeze when he said that "hey it is ok we won't hurt you I promise" iskall says and grian clings to xisumas arm and the guys see scars on the parts of skin they can see from there tattered clothes

After calming them down they got to know them and over the years all 5 fell in love woth each other.

Xisuma will still scold Grian for the risk he took. He'd always been interested in humans, which was what led to a lot of their problems. Xisuma loves Grian's curiosity, but not when it put them in danger.

This time, though, Grian gets to hold it over Xisuma's head that things worked out! It wasn't easy. Looking after Xisuma and Grian took the trio's minds off the fight. Iskall was quick to start up conversations, whilst Mumbo panicked because what do mer people eat? Do they eat fish or is that seen as bad?

They found comfortable clothes for Xisuma and Grian, hiding their scales. They never forced them any further from the ocean than the two wanted to go. The trio get into plenty of trouble, and Grian embraces it wholeheartedly. He's their secret weapon, hiding in the water. Whilst Xisuma worries enough for all of them.

It's a comfortable life. They look after each other. The scars on Grian and Xisuma's skin heal with time, leaving only silvery marks. They get to show their lovers the joys of the ocean and Grian gets to learn about the humans that fascinated him so.

[bluiex]

What you need not what you want

You gave me a tiny taste Of your truth

I was starved

And you were full (Everyday by Modern Baseball)

Warning: Unwanted Sex, over drinking

Scar wanted him, but Grian just didn’t want him back. So Grian found other ways of satisfying his wants. But Scar was starved. Starved for the love he needed wanted from Grian. So Scar found other ways of numbing satisfying his needs wants.

“Mumbo I’m fine~ I’m not even drunk.”Scar was very obviously drunk. His cheeks flushed and his nose red. He stumbles a bit, but Mumbo quickly catches him.

“Mate, you’re not fine, you can barely walk. What have I and Cub told you about drinking more than you can handle.” Scar’s arm is slung over Mumbo's shoulders. He only shrugs, a frown grows on his face and Mumbo sighs.

The street lights flicker and shine dimly above them. Mumbo’s ears were red from the cool air of the night. They were a couple of blocks away from his car. He tugs Scar closer to him.

“We’re not doing this to hurt you, I’m sorry for getting frustrated with you. But we’re worried about you Scar, you can’t keep doing this to yourself every night.” Mumbo looks down at Scar. He was a wreck, there were tear stains on his cheeks. His eyes were puffy and pink with black bags underneath them.

Scar reeked of alcohol. (He has not washed his clothes in a few weeks)

Scar shuffles a bit under his glaze. “I know. I’m sorry.” Scar looks at the floor, and he starts to tear up. Mumbo pulls him into a hug. “Come on, let’s get you home and I’ll call Cub.” Scar nods and shoves his face into his chest. Mumbo lays his head on top of Scars head and holds him tight. Scar can still feel someone else’s hands on him.

(In Scars and Grians apartment living room)

“Ok, I’ll do it.” Scar is looking at the floor, the world spins as hands hug him from behind. His elbows are on his knees as he listens to Cub talk. This was the 5th time Mumbo had to call Cub to try and convince him to break up with Grian. Mumbo says it’s so they can get him to stop drinking but Scar knows he is lying, Mumbo was never a great liar.

But he knew that they did want him to stop drinking, getting him to break up with Grian was just the first step.

“You said that last time, and here I am getting another call about you getting drunk at a bar, again.” Cub looks at him, his eyes bearing holes into Scar. “You can’t just keep wasting your life like this Scar.” Scar flinches at Cubs tone and in that moment Cub wished he had killed Grian when he had the chance to.

His voice becomes softer as he continues to talk. “I know I won’t fully understand, but you have to understand that you can’t keep doing this to yourself. It’s not healthy for you mentally or physically. I can only do some much.” Scar nods. Cub wishes that Scar would actually take his advice.

“I hate seeing you like this Scar. It’s no longer what you want to do, it’s what you need to do.” Scar looks up at Cub. “You have to break up with him Scar, you can’t let him do this to you.” Scar's face twists into an emotion that Cub is far too familiar with now.

“Cub, I can’t just leave my soulmat-“ Cub cuts off Scar before he could finish. "Scar, No." Cub grabs his hand and holds it tight. “Promise me. Promise me you’ll break up with him.” He slowly pulls Scar closer to him “Please, do it for me?” Cub begs. Cub doesn’t beg.

Cub hates seeing Scar like this, he wants his old Scar back.

Scar feels guilty for not listening to Cub and Mumbo, they’ve done so much for him. They give him so many chances to change and choose a better path, but he never does. Maybe this time he will. He wanted to make it up to them.

Scar lets his head rest on Cub's shoulder and he nods. “I’ll do it. I promise. I’ll break up with Grian.” Hips meet His, he holds Cub tighter.

(Extra: Scar always feels sick, hands are always on him and a bottle of liquor is always in his hand. He wants to cry but can’t, all he can do is lay there. His throat is always tight when he is around Grian, he wishes he would confront him but he doesn’t. Scar feels like an unwanted child. Hopeless and loveless. He something that no one should love.)

(He sort of felt like a helpless child who couldn’t fix their actions. Maybe because they were unwanted. Or maybe all of this is just not his fault.)

-AAA anon, Cub does not like Grian. The bathtub scene is the next and last scene. (Also my thoughts on why Grian cheated, If you want them) Technically in my AU Cub and Scar are brothers and Cub has some strong opinions on Grian. (Sorry for any bad grammar phrasing.)

*holds this scar tightly and cries* I wanna protect him- ough I love this. Your writing is SO good dude WAAAH I need more of this qoq

[frombeyondtheblackhole]

Hermit DSMP Swap AU: Part 8

X helped Grian sit back down and handed Grian a clean rag from his inventory. Grian pressed it against his nose to curb the bleeding as X checked his eyes. X asked Grian several basic questions before asking him to count backwards from 100 by sevens and listened as his friend struggled. 

“100… 97 no 93… 87... um... um, ow-” He faltered, staring into space for a long moment. 

“You’ve got a concussion.” X shook his head.

“Can’t I just take a health pot and get back to work?” Grian asked.

X folded his arms and shook his head “Health pot’s don’t work like that. You know how when you take a health pot the cuts all seal up just leaving some bruising. A concussion is just a bruise on your brain so it would be kind of useless. Regen might help a little because it boosts your body's natural healing process but it has the same problem as health in that it won't target bruising. I would avoid coffee for now and anything else with speed pots in it for that matter,” X added, noticing Grian reaching for his unfinished coffee mug.

Grian pouted “What can I do?” 

“You can go home and rest... though you probably shouldn’t be flying for a while. I’ll walk back with you.”

Grian sighed and let X help him to his feet. To be honest he was starting to like the idea of resting, his head was spinning and he was having trouble focusing. “Alright, you win. Just be sure to let me know if you figure anything out about the whole server problem will you.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be the first to know,”

---

The day before, Scar and Grian had given Skeppy and George a tour of Boatem. Scar had offered to let the two of them stay in his landboat (As it had more space than Grian’s house) till they could make their own starter bases. 

Skeppy had been startled when, as soon as it started to get dark, the sun blipped in the sky and it was on the other horizon. George explained to him that the night was skipped here, something to do with a Time King named B-dubs. He apparently could cause night to skip for everyone if he slept. George wished he could do cool things like that when he slept, as it was, all he did was talk to demons or gods or whatever XD was. Skeppy insisted that was way cooler than time powers. George didn’t believe him.

Grian had left to work with X on the server problem and Scar was off gathering some stuff to help get them settled in. This left Skeppy and George alone to snoop around Boatem town on their own. They explored Scar’s base but soon became tired of that and went outside. 

They were nosing around Grian’s base and the nether portal when Skeppy noticed something odd. There were a lot of things here he had never seen before but this felt different somehow. It was about a foot in diameter, dark and smooth and round, shining with a deep purple iridescence, and it seemed to call to Skeppy, like the egg, like the blood vines. It called to him, not quite with words but more with instinct, urging him to touch it. Skeppy reached out-

“What’s that you found?” George called snapping Skeppy out of his trance. 

“I have no clue,” Skeppy shrugged.

George came closer and squinted behind his glasses, bringing his face close to the things surface. The air around it tingled like static. “I never saw one myself but I think it might be a Dragon egg,” George said, reaching his hand out to touch it.

Skeppy shoved George out of the way and grabbed for the egg. He was going to be the first one to touch it. The Dragon Egg. His fingers brushed against the smooth surface then fell through to air. He stumbled and caught himself on the now empty quartz pedestal. 

“What the hell, Skeppy?” George protested. Then his eyes fell on the egg sitting on the grass not far from him. 

They’d both seen it. Skeppy caught his eyes. They held each other's gaze, silently urging the other to stay put. They both lunged for it. 

Skeppy collided with George practically landing on top of him but it was too late George's hand knocked into the egg and it disappeared.

Both of them scrambled to their feet looking for where it went. Skeppy found it over the hill but hesitated before reaching for it this time. 

“No you don’t” George cried coming up behind him. Skeppy jumped at the sound seconds before George tackled him directly into the egg and it was gone again. 

“Ow ow- hold on, get off,” Skeppy protested, pushing his palm against George’s face trying to shove George off himself, “This isn’t working. It’s being all teleporty and shit.”

George backed off, and huffed to himself, as he brushed himself off. 

“What are you two doing?” Scar said as he came over. “Oh look,” He stopped as he noticed the dragon egg at his feet. He placed down a piston next to it and a button and *boop* the egg was pushed right into his arms. He picked up the egg and looked back at the two who were still sitting on the ground, grass stains on their clothes and hair disheveled from their fight. “Looks like you two touched the egg. Don’t worry, I won’t tell Grian,” He said with a wink placing it back on the pedestal. 

Skeppy and George just stared at him. “Wait, how did you do that!” Skeppy shrieked pointing. 

Scar laughed, “The egg can be tricky, it doesn't like being touched but you can trick it into thinking it isn’t being held by using a piston. You can also break the block underneath it and catch it as it falls, just make sure to place a torch first... something about the heat is important.”  

“I’m holding it!” Skeppy announced scrambling to his feet and moving towards the egg. 

“Who says you get the egg, I saw it too,” George argued.

“We’ll I saw it first,” Skeppy retorted, sticking his tongue out, summoning his shovel from his inventory.

George scowled “You didn’t even know what it was till I told you.” He summoned his netherite axe from his inventory, the one XD had given him. 

“Well you didn’t even know that it teleported so-” Skeppy started digging down next to the pedestal.

“Woh woh woh, you both can hold it if you want,” Scar said trying to break up the tension “You can’t keep it though, it’s Grian’s,” He added.

Skeppy and George both turned and glared at him. There was a calculating pause then George’s posture changed, he seemed to relax. “Heh- sorry about that,” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “It’s just neither of us have ever seen a dragon egg, guess we got a bit carried away,” He shrugged. 

George wanted that Dragon egg more than anything. Skeppy probably did too. That was the rarest thing on the server and if someone could get it and bring it back to the Dream SMP then they would be the most powerful person on the server. But there were a lot of hermits. Way more than the two of them. It was probably best that they not make them mad. He could find a way to get the egg without them noticing another time. 

Skeppy looked surprised and a little too satisfied with himself as he continued to dig out under the pedestal. He placed the torch and mined away the pedestal catching the egg as it fell. It was surprisingly warm, he felt it vibrating with power as he held it against his chest, his arms wrapped around it, nestled in the folds of his bright blue hoodie. He grinned, he felt like a proud father, why did he feel like a proud father? He hadn’t even felt this way about Sapnap and he practically helped Bad raise him… multiple times.  

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself, it's not that great,” George scoffed, rolling his eyes. 

“Hey Scar, can you come over here real quick” X called as he and Grian walked back into Boatem town. 

“Yeah, be right over,” Scar called back before turning to Skeppy and George “Just make sure to put it back,” He said before running over to see what X and Grian needed. 

George glared at Skeppy over his glasses, he was still holding his ax. “You're putting it back ok,”

Skeppy turned his body to put himself between George and the egg. “And why should I?” He pouted. 

“Because,” George said calmly and quietly, so the others talking by Grian’s house couldn’t hear, “If you take it now they will know it was us and won’t let us leave.” George watched the gears turn in Skeppies head “So truce for now... we work together to steal the egg later,” 

Skeppy glanced off to the side as he thought about it. Finally he nodded “Alright, agreed,” His fingers were crossed. 

George grinned and pushed his glasses back into place “Great.” His fingers were crossed. 

Skeppy climbed out of the hole and George helped him put the dirt and pedestal back. Skeppy begrudgingly let George hold the egg before putting it back on the Pedestal.

Ok so maybe holding the egg was kind of cool George thought smiling softly before Skeppy made him put it back.

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“So what’s up?” Scar asked coming over to join X and Grian. Now that Scar looked at him, Grian wasn’t looking too great. His feathers and hair were rumpled more than usual and he was leaning on X’s arm. “You ok there?” 

“Yeah, Just got a concussion.” Grian shrugged. 

“He flew into a barrier while trying to get into the Dream SMP Server,” X explained.

“Oof,” Scar winced at the description.

“He should be fine after a month or so, he just needs to rest and not do anything too strenuous.” X continued, “Also it is probably a good idea not to let him sleep unsupervised for a couple of days.” 

“Got it,” Scar nodded “I’ll be sure to keep him in line,” 

“C'mon guys, you don’t trust me?” Grian teased.

“I wouldn’t trust you with a ten foot pole,” Scar laughed. 

“Fair,” Grian chuckled, “Well anyway, thanks for walking with me back here X” He said letting go of X’s arm.

“No problem, just take it easy, got it?” X reminded Grian.

“Don’t worry. Besides this means I’ll have plenty of time to help the new guys settle in.” Grian added as he noticed Skeppy and George standing looking at his Dragon egg. 

“Oh no you don’t. You are going inside and resting,” Scar said, taking Grian by the shoulders and guiding him into his house. 

“No, but- I, I’m fine really,” Grian protested

“No buts, You rest, I’ll take care of everything.” Scar insisted and Grian gave up, letting himself be led off to bed. 

[So I know I said I already had a bunch written in advance but when editing this part I realized I needed to add some interactions with Skeppy and George. I really like how this turned out but it is now longer than I originally planned so I am breaking it up into sub parts. The next segment will be out soon]

[mystilotls]

Tokyo Soul Au: Chapter two

Song: Touch-Tone Telephone

Tw: Main characters in peril, main character harmed (its ok, its just Sam), Shipping

Pleabs reblog

Asks for the characters are open in @ask-mystis-aus (PLEABS SEND THEM QUESTIONS)

Taurtis sighed as his back hit his locker. Right now while he is waiting for Sam to organize his locker, he is lost in a train of thought, he missed Grian. Ever since he held that damn book, he has been acting weird. 

He often wore a black jacket over his red sweater, a pentagram necklace on the outside yet no matter what, he wouldn’t take off this amulet that glowed a distracting red. He had a lock of his hair dyed red yet he always hid it from view, his eyes were a glowing, you guessed it, a piercing red and it always struck fear into Taurtis. 

His personality altered for the worst as well. 

Grian seemed to constantly avoid Taurtis and whenever Sam insulted him, he huffed and walked away, not even bothering to acknowledge his existence. For Sam, being ignored was was the most shameful insult you could ever do and he was not having it. 

Right now Grian was talking to Igbar, more often than Taurtis or Sam yet no matter how much Taurtis was around or near them when they talked, Taurtis couldn’t understand anything they were saying. 

“Sam, do you think we did something wrong?” Taurtis asked while Sam peeked his head out of his locker to look at his headphones friend. 

“Gree-on? He thinks he’s better than us and it makes me sick,” Sam said as he turned his head to see Igbar and Grian turn their backs to them. Sam made an inaudible growl and glared. 

“Don’t bother worrying about him Taurtis, he must have a thing for tentacles SINCE HE HAS A SQUID FOR A BOYFRIEND” Sam yelled loud enough for everyone to hear while Taurtis heart pained hearing “Grian” and “boyfriend” but not his name in that sentence. Sam smiled when Grian turned his head to look at him. Taurtis saw his eye’s turn a dark maroon before returning to the unfamiliar red color. 

Then a painful wail ripped through the hallway.

Taurtis got out of his trance when he heard a locker slam and Sam scream in pain. He quickly spun his head back to see Sam crying as one of his bunny ears were clamped by the locker. Taurtis tried to tug his ear out before Sam shoved him and screamed his combination through tears of embarrassment and agony.

Meanwhile Grian watched the scene with a smile on his face.   

Taurtis decided to come to class early so he could save a seat for Grian. He assumed he was giving the silent treatment because he felt underapreciatted so he wonders if a kind jesture will let him know that he cares about him. Taurtis saw Grian enter and smiled while patting the empty desk, his hopes shattered as he saw Grian sit in the back of the room, completely away from Taurtis.  

He then looked up to see Dr. Nurse leading Sam to class with a bandage wrapped around his ear, Snugglemuffins in his arms and a congested nose of sniffling.

 He sat down and slammed his head on the desk before groaning in disgust. He looked at the desk and saw a wad of chewed gum where he had rested his forehead. Sam tugged on his ears in annoyance before remembering that he hurt his ear and yelled in pain. 

Taurtis turned his head to hear a faint chuckle coming from Grian, who was writing something in a notebook and trying to hold back a smile.  

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Taurtis sat on the couch and looked through his contacts, Sam for some reason didn’t come home the same time he did and Grian left the house only to say “I will see you in a few hours” and that was the only thing he heard from him all day.  

Sam did come home an hour late and when Taurtis glanced at him, he looked horrible (but then again he wore torn clothes constantly). Sam was covered in garbage, reeked of fish blood, fish bones were in his natted hair, Taurtis looked down to see stray cats climbing on Sam before he shooed them away and slammed the door. 

“New fashion statement, Sam?” Taurtis asked and heard Sam growled. Before he could sit down however, Taurtis shooed him off the couch, exclaiming he smelled worse than before.   

Sam just groaned, grabbed paper towels and threw them on the floor before sitting down. It was a small amount of silence before Sam answered Taurtis’ unspoken question. 

“I don’t know how but I got lost, and when I at least found Sushi-wushi, your ‘girlfriend’ threw a trash bag that was supposed to go into the dumpster but landed on me and now these dumb cats won’t leave me alone!” Sam folded his arms and rested them on his knees before slamming his head into his arms. Taurtis nodded before having another question

“Did Grian tell you where he went?” Taurtis asked and saw Sam move his head to look at Taurtis before scowling. 

“Why should I care, he is the one who hurt my ear!” 

“Sam, he was nowhere near u-” Taurtis stopped talking and stared, he realized that he wasn’t acting like this until he got that stupid book. Cthuhlu knows what is going on! He will fix Grian!

“-but i did see him hanging out with Cthu-” Sam was interrupted when Taurtis jumped up from his seat and into his face. 

“Where?!” 

“The warehou-” Once again Sam was interrupted when Taurtis grabbed his phone, a jacket and ran out of the house, shouting something that Sam didn’t hear well but it was under the lines of 

“I’LL BE RIGHT BACK, DON’T YOU SIT ON THE COUCH UNTIL YOU TAKE A BATH”

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Taurtis walked into the warehouse entrance before hiding behind a wall when he heard voices. He peeked his head and saw Grian walking to where Cthuhlu was standing. 

“Out of all the places we could talk in private, this was the place you picked. A dingy warehouse that everyone can see” Grian chuckled. 

“We could have talked in my meeting room but those mortals trashed it, anyways I have a present for you” Cthuhlu beckoned Grian to follow him before he lifted his tentacle to open a rectangle shaped portal to another realm. The whole room went dark as the portal turned a bright red, the whisperings of the damned echoed throughout as 

Taurtis was almost flown back before he gripped the wall tightly, trying to pull out his phone to record what is happening. He tries to watch the scene before he saw a shadow like arm reach out of the portal. 

The demon climbs out of the portal before collapsing, and with a wave of Cthulhu’s tentacle, the portal faded. With whatever just crawled out of the portal, laying on the floor motionless. 

The creature looked like it was made of nothing but shadows, its long claws scraping against the floor with a chain on its wrist clinking, its pair of black demon wings slightly twitching as its tail sweeped back and forth. 

“Hello, Inanis. Welcome to Earth,” Cthuhlu helped the demon up and Taurtis saw its face. The demon’s only feature was two glowing white eyes as a jagged smile was practically carved into his face. The demon walked before looking at Grian. 

“Inanis” Grian spoke with a smile

“No matter what form you take, you always look devilishly handsome” ‘Inanis’ spoke before cupping a claw onto Grian’s face, who nuzzled into the touch. 

Taurtis watched the scene and tried to fight the tears building up, he was going to walk away in shame before he heard them speak again. 

“Necro, my dear. Where am I, and what is this ‘new look’ of yours” The shadow demon looked around which made Taurtis panic when he walked near his direction. Wait, why did this guy call Grian “Necro”

“Relax, I just made a simple deal with a human, he graciously and generously let me have his body,” Grian spoke trying to hide a giggle and the shadow demon smiled.  Cthulhu walked up to them.

“Well apparently we all need disguises or else these mortals will try to get rid of you” Cthulhu  spoke before “Inabis” realized that he needed a human to fit in here. He looked at Grian and he knew what he wanted.

“Oh no, Inanis, I got this body fair and square!”

 Inanis pouted before flying up the dangling lights and perching there, looking to see the faint glow of light and people walking around the night, some drunk while some are just tired from a long day. Inanis’ smile grew as he picked out ideas for his disguise. Grian chuckled before talking to Cthuhlu.  

“So, this is the plan old friend, Steal humans bodies and destroy this world from within?”

“That will be somewhat the plan. We cross that bridge when we get there my impatient friend. Right now we need to worry about our guests from back home following our costume ball guidelines”

Taurtis backed away before his back hit something, he couldn’t think before a claw covered his mouth and dragged him to the darkness, dropping his phone. 

The faint yet gentle ringtone of Sam calling him was the only thing that accompanied the fearful silence

[crypticalwitch]

Cuddles (Bloody Code Au)

Ok, so I’m cross posting this with my Wattpad, but I wanted to put this on tumblr too, because I got a reply asking if i was going to write it, so here I am!

Do you know what a hot flash is? It is a sudden feeling of warmth, usually most intense over the face, neck, and chest, and profuse sweating, commonly due to menopause, according to google. now imagine this, but icy cold and all over you, and nothing short of a pile of blankets and curling up next to a heat source can help. This is what Grian often endured as a vex with functioning nerves. 

They weren't super common, maybe once or twice every three or four weeks, but they were bad. Luckily, Grian, had Scar, his boyfriend and known hot sleeper, who was more than happy to curl up next to his boyfriend, who happened to be a walking ice pack. and so we lay our scene.

Grian curled up tight against Scar’s chest, shivering cold. Scar, lips gently pressed into Grian’s hair, and arms curled tight around him. Scar carefully adjusted the blanket to cover more of the sleeping vex, who quietly muttered something into his chest.

"just adjusting the blanket." Scar whispered into Grian's curly brown hair, who muttered something, much more peacefully this time, in return.

Scar smiled as Grian shivering slowly slowed, and the pairs soft breathing filled the room.

Joe was not having a very good night. His car broke down, His hotel reservation was canceled the same day he arrived in the city and he had nowhere to stay, and Cleo wasn't home yet, so he couldn't stay at her apartment. luckily, Grian had offered his place to stay the night, a sentiment joe nearly cried at he was so stressed out. 

it was common knowledge in the group, that neither Grian or Scar kept their doors locked, and if they knew your coming, then to you can and should just walk in. no one knew why or when this habit formed,  especially since they lived in the city, but they just excepted it, and GRian and SCar never reacted in any surprised way when someone just showed up uninvited, as if they expected that people would just show up.

It had almost become a game at that to see how much they could abuse this power. Stress went in and starting baking. then Cleo came in and ate said cooking. Joe knew for a fact that Ren and Iskall once walked in on Grian laying on top of Scars cabinets eating a box of cheez-its, while Scar swept the floor. Nothing would ever top that sort of chaotic energy.

and so, that little tangent aside, Joe stood in front of Grian’s door, clothing bag in hand, taking a deep breath for whatever chaos he was about to step into.

It was quiet. too quiet. Grian was the type of person that needed sound, no matter what, but it was too quiet, the only sound was that of two cats walking around.

"Grian?" joe asked, stepping into the dark apartment. a quiet mumble in return. after looking around a bit,and petting pearl and maui, Joe found Grian curled up on the couch, under a pile of blankets, shivering like a chihuahua in the snow. "Grian whats wrong?" 

Grian didn’t respond, he only pulled joe into a tight hug. Joe nearly jumped back at how ice cold he was, Grian was shiving, clinging onto Joe for dear life. Joe wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer. Joe sat on the gound next to the couch, holding Grian in a tight hug. slowly, Grian’s shivering stopped, and Joe was able to move him to his bed, pearl and Maui following at his heels to take over his job.

At some point during the hug, Joes phone had gone off, a discord message in the group chat that read. 

GTS- hey can someone check up on Grian for me?

GTS- he's not feeling great, and might need some

GTS- hugs

Joe smiled.

JoeHills- Already on it Scar!

[yhs-silly]

Kneel

They were on their way home from school, Sam and Taurtis were just messing around and swinging off the lampposts, the usual. Grian seemed a little grumpier then usual, maybe he'd gotten a low grade on his test, he wouldn't say. But he was adamant that they had to get home as soon as possible, so when Sam and Taurtis started doing their checking both ways gag he was ready to snap.

He groaned and pushed them aside. "You guys are idiots! There are never any cars on this road!" He rolled his eyes and stormed into the middle of the road and stood there with his arms out, glaring at the duo. "See! There's nothing here! I'm perfectly sa-afe..."

He trailed off at the sound of a car horn, turning to face the speeding car, his face falling in horror.

Sam's hands tightened around Taurtis's arms, Taurtis hadn't even realised he'd moved to rush into the road. He just went still and just stared, with wide, tear filled eyes as the car came closer and closer.

Grian was right, there were never any cars on the road. It was very rare that a car came down the road, and if it did, it was usually at night- and always speeding. That was the unwritten rule; speed past the school zone, with luck you might hit one nof the crazy kids. The other towns around were never fond of the academi students, not used to such diversity, neurologically or otherwise.

Ironically, it was most likely the least mad of the students being hit, all the others looking on, glad it wasn't them. The acidemi students were never known for their empathy, only a few students really cared for the Brit. Those that did care already had tears welling in their eyes at the sound of flesh against metal and the grinding of the breaks as the car came to a halt.

The guy driving the car didn't even get out, he just sat there in a state of shock as Taurtis and Sam raced over to Grians side. Taurtis had tears spilling freely down his cheeks and even Sam was panicking, Sam gently lifted Grian off of the floor and checked his vitals. He was still alive, but struggling.

Okami had seen the whole thing go down and had called and ambulance as soon as she'd heard the car, it didn't take long for it to turn him. Sam threatened the emergency response team to let him and Taurtis ride with Grian in the back.

They were so worried, Taurtis had begun sobbing uncontrollably, this was just like before, just like with...

Salex.

Why did everyone he love have to die? Why was it always a car? He pauses, did he love Grian? As a friend of course, he's one of his best friends... he's still hung up on Salex...he hoped and prayed beyond his belief that Grian would not follow her. He couldn't loose someone else so close to him, he wouldn't know what to do.

Sam wasn't as affected but he was still terrified of loosing Grian, he'd never really dealt with a death close to him since his mother passed. He watched as Taurtis fell to his knees, sobbing. He felt so awful, if it wasn't for his and taurtis's insisting that the road wasn't safe, then Grian would be safe. For once Sam didn't feel pleased with being proved right, he wished he was wrong. For once he wished it had been Grian who was right, he could just see Grian's triumphant smirk, the sparkle in his eyes at the idea of being right.

Sam had noticed how much Grian reacted to a little bit of positive reinforcement, he'd used it to get his way before, but now all he wanted to do was tell Grian just how highly Sam valued him. Grian deserved to glow like he always did when praised, Sam was just scared he'd never get the chance.

After a while Grian got better, he still hasn't spoken but the doctors had said he was free to leave. One their way home, Sam and Taurtis had done nothing but pamper and adore him. It was the least they could do for him, but something was off with Grian, his behaviour wasn't normal.

Taurtis was worried about him, he hadn't said a word to either of them since he'd gotten out of the hospital. Sam wasn't as worried, but it was clear he was concerned by how little he'd been mocking Grian lately. But neither of them seemed to be getting through to him.

He's been taking naps lately, it was almost all he did. He never did any of his work and Okami was on the brink of pulling him aside for a quiet word. Everyone was growing increasingly worried about him, they figured he had gained some sort of brain damage.

This all culminated in that one night, Taurtis had stayed up late gaming. Sam was asleep and Grian was probably also sleeping, or so Taurtis thought. He'd turned his head at the sound of footsteps to see Grian standing there, clutching the mop like a staff. He glared intently at Taurtis, a strange fire behind his eyes that made Taurtis shudder.

"Taurtis." Grian's voice was rougher, darker then his usually was. Even his posture seemed heavier, he held himself in a higher sense of pride and power then the anxious, drawn back Grian that Taurtis knew and loved. "Remove yourself from the magic mirror, I require your counsel."

Taurtis was slightly confused, but he'd played enough fantasy games to understand what Grian meant. He switched the tv and game crab off, concerned as to how Grian seemed.to have forgotten what a tv was. He shifted to the side and patted the sofa next to him, with a gentle smile. "Ok Grian, what do you need buddy." He was really happy that Grian was finally speaking again, although those subtle changes did worry him.

Grian didn't sit down however, he continued to stand and just stare at Taurtis expectantly. "Well?" He began to tap his foot. "Stand."

Taurtis was surprised but did so without thinking, watching in confusion as Grian nodded in approval and moved to take his seat. Grians posture while sitting was also more confident Taurtis noticed, how hadn't he noticed before? He goes to sit down but Grian raises his hand to stop him.

"No, kneel." Grian spoke with a command, more adept at control then Sam. But Taurtis wasn't just going to obey, he just frowned at Grian in concern. Then his eyes widened at Grian put the mop to his shoulder and forced him down, Taurtis would've been impressed by Grian's control on the mop if he wasn't currently being forced onto his knees. He stares up at Grian in concern as the blonde nods in approval.

"Grian..? What the hell..?"

Grian raised his eyebrows a little at that, smiling gentle. "Oh? Is something the matter Taurtis? I must admit, I am also a little thrown off by our predicament but it is alright, you have your king to guide you."

Taurtis frowned deeply, king? Grian wasn't a king? He now had concerns about Grian's sanity, he had to play this carefully. He just quietly nods, smiling up at him gently. "No, nothings the matter Grian. You said you wanted to talk about something?"

Grian smiled back and nodded. "Ah yes, it was actually about this predicament... I'm unsure as to what happened but these clothes aren't mine? And I've never seen such powerful magic then there is here, it rivals even the likes of me... that's another thing. I've found myself unable to perform spells recently, I attempted to harness the power of this strange looking staff but it doesn't seem to like me."

Taurtis just nodded. "Alright...well what do you want to do?"

"I wish to return home, is that not obvious?" Grian scoffed. "My kingdom needs their king."

Taurtis nods and slowly and cautiously gets to his feet. "Okay...so I think the best thing to do right now is go back to bed and figure out what to do in the morning."

Grian nods and stands. "That does seem like the ideal plan, I trust you to gaurd my chambers?"

Taurtis just nodded in response, watching Grian head back upstairs. His knees where shaking, he sat on the sofa, feeling horrible.

Tears bunched in his eyes as he thought about how his poor sweet friend had completely lost his mind, Grian was supposed to be the responsible one! Now he seemed to believe he was some magical fantasy king... Poor guy was always a nerd, Taurtis figured that he must've latched on to a favourite fantasy story as a coping mechanism after the accident.

He felt so bad for poor Grian, he didn't ask for this, the poor guy didn't even understand what was going on. He felt the hot tears run down his face and looked down at his shaking hands, he realised that he had to tell Sam, he had to.

He slowly got to his feet and crept upstairs silently, knocking gently on Sam's door. "Sam? Sam wake up."

Sam eventually came to the door, looking sleepy. "Taurtis..? What's wrong?" He was surprised to see how worried Taurtis looked, he instantly also began to get worried.

"It's Grian." Taurtis spoke quietly, as if he was afraid of disturbing said blonde. He speaks slowly and carefully. "He's gone mad...he thinks he's some sort of wizard king..." He sniffles and wipes some tears away. "I'm just so worried about him..."

Sam felt his heart pang, he didn't know this feeling, it was almost guilt, almost responsibility, but it was neither- and it certainly wasn't pity, Sam knew what it was like to be the mad one. Only thing is, Sam was never really mad, just not normal. He nodded slowly, brain working harder then it ever did before at this time of night, heart hammering in his chest just like that day. "Alright...so what do we do?"

They made eye contact, the best thing to do would be to call the authorities, tell a teacher, get him to the hospital, to do something. But they both knew they couldn't do that, they didn't have the heart. Taurtis slowly began to speak. "Well...his delusions aren't tha-"

Sam put his hand up to stop him. "No, we can't go along with his delusions, that wouldn't be fair on him." He sighs and hums in thought "Is there really anything we can do..? I think he might be fucked."

"Don't say that!" Taurtis squeaked, quickly lowering his volume quickly. "We have to do something, we can't just leave him to his delusions." He was getting choked up again, Grian might not have died, but Taurtis still felt that he'd lost him.

They barely slept that night, simply discussing what they could do. They didn't really come up with anything that hadn't been said before, but eventually they decided they'd treat his delusions like how a parent treats a child's fantasies, playing along to a certain point.

And so they did, they managed this for around a week, but unfortunately people began to notice that Grian was behaving strangely. Eventually, Okami pulled the trio aside to talk to them.

Sam was glancing around and making sure there were exits, Taurtis was wringing his hands and glancing at Grian every five seconds. Grian himself had his arms crossed and was glaring daggers at Okami for being so rude.

Okami sighed softly and smiles at the boys. "Now, I'm sure you know what's going on. But none of us do, so could you please explain why Grian is behaving like that."

Grian scoffed and begun to speak, before Taurtis gently shut him down and spoke instead. "We're sorry Sensei, he's just a little banged up from the accident still..." He shrugs and smiles awkwardly.

Sam glances at him nervously, Okami frowns and then Grian speaks up. "What accident? I am not 'banged' up? Taurtis what are you talking about?"

There are gasps from both boys as Taurtis glances at grian nervously and Sam quietly hisses. "Grian, shh!"

Grian glares. "Don't you tell me to shh!" He stomps up to Sam and gets real close, getting up on his tippy toes trying to look intimidating.

Okami sighs and looked concerned. "Grian, sweetie, what do you mean 'what incident?'? Do you not remember what happened?"

Grian looked at her in confusion, his face a mixture of confusion and annoyance. He goes to speak when Taurtis steps in and clears his throat.

"Sensei? We're so sorry for trying to hide this...but he's gone mad."

"I am not mad! How dare you!"

Okami pauses and looks at Grian, seemingly looking for something, but whatever she was looking for, she didn't find it. She sighed and gently put her hand on Grian's shoulder. "Grian, sweetie? Can you calm down for me? Try and explain what you think is going on."

Grian began to speak, about a magical kingdom he rules over and how Sam and Taurtis were loyal to him. Okami turned to the boys and mouthed at them to go and fetch Rowan.

Taurtis's heart was hammering in his chest, that was so impulsive of him, but at least Grian was going to get the help he needs. He looks at Sam, seeing the obvious pain his friend was trying to hide, he sighed. He never expected to have to be the normal one, it was too much pressure for him. But if that was what it took to keep his best friends safe and happy, then that's what he would be.

It was Taurtis who explained the situation to Rowan.

It was Taurtis who comforted Sam as Grian was taken away.

It was Taurtis who knelt besides the bed that night, and for the first time in all his life.

Taurtis prayed.

[cobradoesmcyt]

Black Rose (2/4)

Here comes the second part! And “New town, new me” is way more shipy then I remember it being. Anyways, here’s part two!

Grian hummed happily as he walked around New Hermitville, it had been two weeks since he arrived here and he honestly couldn't see how he'd ever be able to live without the peace of the village. It was so serene and calm most of the time, and even when Bdubs was running around planning new builds and looking for materials it was nice. Over the two weeks he'd gotten very comfortable around his two new villagemates, way faster than he thought he would, and he now knew some interesting quirks about the two.

Keralis liked to take it slow and enjoy the scenery, so he tended to keep a camera on him at most times to capture most of those sceneries without staying there for hours. Not that he also didn't do that, because he definitely did, but it was more common he just took pictures.

Bdubs liked telling stories, they ranged from funny and joyful to somber and sad ranging between everything in between. He usually told them when he was doing mindless work, like making room for a new build in the village, but at times he sought out either Grian, Keralis or them both to tell them a story. His most common audience was Grian and his gardens, seeing as Grian usually stayed there and relaxed, making him an easy person to find and tell stories to.

Equally they had learnt stuff and quirks about him, like how he loved taking care of animals and how said animals seemed to love him. Also how he was a good tailor, and how he seemed to just be able to know your style from just a quick look. Another interesting thing was his gardens. He had three over all, but two of them had smaller patches of flowers over it and the last one was just one big garden of plants of all kinds. One of his favorite patches of the gardens was the one filled with poppies, when they asked him about it he told them it was for an old friend.

In a flower pot sitting next to the entrance of the big garden was a wither rose, at first Keralis and Bdubs had been apprehensive about letting him have it but after seeing that it did him no harm they let him keep it (turns out Grian had developed a slight immunity against the black flowers, so one wasn't enough to hurt him anymore). It now served as a reminder as to how he got where he was now, that and his new appearance.

The first notable difference he had was the black patches covering his skin, they were mostly on his arms but it was all over his body. Other than his arms, his face and hands were the most notable. His fingertips were a black that faded back into his normal skin tone before they reached further than his fingers. His face was the most obvious, since all of the bottom part of the right side of his face was black. His right eye had also been affected, swapping the black and white of his eyes around. So his pupil was now white and sclera was black, though his iris was still a breathtaking violet. His wings now also had black speckling along the tips, but only on the top.

The second difference was his clothing. Sure he loved his sweater and casual pants, but he was starting a new chapter in his life so it was time to try something new. His red sweater was replaced by a red open cardigan over a loose white shirt. His gray pants had been replaced by form fitting casual sweatpants. His black sneakers had been replaced by short heeled shoes (he wanted to be taller than 5 feet, which he now is with the shoes...barely) which were also black.

And the last difference was his hair. He had let it grow out, which didn't take very long since his hair grew very fast, and it was now pulled up in a loose bun. He was also wearing a headband with fake flowers, the flowers were all pastel and they varied from blue all the way to pink.

He had gotten very positive feedback from his two new villagemates, both enjoying the style and color pallet he'd chosen. The changes had happened around the start of the second week, so he'd only had the clothes for a bit.

Breaking himself out of his memories he walked up to the river's edge and sat down, he usually went down to the river almost every morning. He enjoyed the water, since that had been his momentary distraction back before the wither rose garden situation. He let himself get distracted by the clear waters before him, world momentarily forgotten. This was another thing he's noticed, he's now more relaxed now. He isn't jumping around getting ready to prank someone, though he does still prank Bdubs and Keralis from time to time, nor is he staying up late working on builds.

Sure he still worked on builds, but it was mostly sketches and small things. He supposes he's just content relaxing for once, he's always been so riled up and itching to do stuff all the time that he's kinda forgotten what it's like to relax properly.

Grian would have thought for longer, had it not been for the sound of rockets approaching. He quickly rushed up from the water and into one of the new Hermitville gate towers. He hid in the tower, but made sure to still be near a window so that he could see what was going on. And once he looked his eyes widened.

Just behind the entrance gates stood Iskall, and he seemed to be agitated. This couldn't be very good, what was he doing here?

"Keralis! Bdubs! Can you come here? I need to talk to you both!"

Said two Hermits came jogging from the village, curious but welcoming expressions on their faces. It was Bdubs who initiated conversation further, "Good day my good sir! What can we do for you?"

"Have you seen Grian?" Asked Iskall, the Swede glancing around all the while.

"Grian? No, can't say we have." Said Bdubs, grateful that he'd gotten a bit better at not showing he was lying, "Why do you ask?"

Iskall huffed out a breath, shoulders sagging, "Grian disappeared two weeks ago, no one's seen him since. No death message has appeared, not since those of him withering away stopped."

"Why would you think he was here?" Asked Keralis, head tilted to the side. "Why not some place with a lot of wither roses?"

"We've already looked everywhere where those are," sighed Iskall, "But there are some wither roses missing from Sahara so we think he made a spot somewhere and used them there, we just can't find it."

"Well we wish you luck finding him." said Bdubs, "We promise to look out and tell you if we find him."

Iskall regarded them for a few seconds before nodding. "Thank you both, have a nice day."

"You too!" Called Bdubs as the brunette flew away.

Grian waited a few minutes before making his way out of the tower. I looked up at the direction where Iskall had disappeared off to, a frown on his face, "Why is he here now?"

At the two’s confused faces he elaborated, "Why is he looking here now? This is quite a big landmark, being you guys’ base. So why is he only looking here now?"

"Maybe he hasn't started looking up until now?" Asked Bdubs with a shrug.

"If that's the case, then why haven't they been looking before now?" Questioned Grian, hunching in on himself as dark thoughts entered his head. "Do they not care about me?"

Keralis was quick to come and comfort him, "No, of course they do. I'm sure they have a good reason." He rubbed Grian's back gently. "We can ask about it during the next Idea meeting if you'd like?"

"Please." Whispered Grian, burrowing into Keralis' gentle hold.

"Ok, then we'll do that." Cooed Bdubs also wrapped his arms around the small Hermit. "Now how about we cuddle for the rest of the day? I think you might need to relax a bit."

The rest of the day was spent much like Bdubs had said, full of cuddles and laughs. By the time the sun was setting Grian had mostly forgotten about Iskall's earlier visit, much to the relief of Keralis and Bdubs. They watched as the small dirty blond fell asleep curled up in between them, their faces turning to frowns as soon as they were sure he was asleep for real.

"I hope Shashwamy doesn't ask too many questions tomorrow," mumbled Keralis, "I don't think I can lie to him for long."

Bdubs placed his hand on the others forearm in comfort, "I'm sure he won't talk about it for too long, he'll probably want to focus on Idea more than talk about that anyways."

"You're probably right, I'm just worried I guess."

"I am too." Admitted Bdubs, "We both know that if the Hermits were to force themselves onto Grian he'd probably go back to the mindset he was in two weeks ago. Hell, technically they're the reason he was there to begin with!"

"Hey, don't be too hard on them." Said Keralis, "They probably didn't notice."

"Which is even worse if you ask me."

Keralis sighed, running a hand through his hair. "We can't just judge them without hearing their side first. They are our friends too, they deserve us to be fair to them."

Bdubs didn't reply and simply laid his head down on the brunette's shoulder. In turn said brunette rested his head against the raven haired man's own, but not before he took off his glasses and hat and put them on the small coffee table in the room.

Tomorrow would be an eventful day, but right now they had nothing to worry about. No important talks to have, no meetings, no nothing, just calm bliss. They treasured these moments, no matter how many they had.

Keralis let out a loud yawn before following his cuddle-mates to sleep, he was ready for whatever tomorrow may bring. Especially if it meant that Grian could start mending his friendships with everyone, he could clearly see how much his small friend missed them.

Over in the Sahara meeting room one chocolate brown eye and one cybernetic blue eye looked at a framed picture of the three Architechs on opening day, the eyes then turned to another framed picture, this one more recent. It was taken almost a month ago, and it was also of the trio. Nothing looked too different, at least it did until he took a closer look at the eyes.

There was a big change in Grian's eyes from the first picture compared to the second one. In the first the violet eyes were bright and full of joy and life, but in the second picture the eyes were dull and almost completely lifeless.

He'd done this, hadn't he? He and everyone else on the server. They had broken, and if not that then at least cracked, the kindest person alive. They had made joke after joke, not bothering to see if it was ok or not. And in the end, that's what took him away from them. Sure, he was still on the server, at least according to Xisuma he was, but they couldn't find him.

Perhaps that was his fault, for not starting to look sooner. But he just couldn't believe Grian just left everything he'd made and ran, even when he saw the broken communicator. Ren had given him hell for not telling everyone Grian was missing, honest to god missing, before now. The ex-hippie has been disappointed, but not mad surprisingly. When asked about it he said, "Can't be mad at him(Iskall) for something I've done too. So I'm choosing to be disappointed in what he, and only he, has done."

The search had started just under two weeks after Grian disappeared, and no luck yet. He wasn't in Hermitville, nor in new Hermitville (heh, if he only knew), or any other place that was searched.

So for yet another night Iskall fell into a fitful sleep, worrying over his dirty blond friend and where he could be. The Swed just hoped that Grian was safe and happy, that's all he wanted him to be. And Grian was both of those, so Iskall had what he wanted.

Even as everyone went to sleep, or at least most of them, the server was still slightly abuzz. The tension from the talks that would happen the next day in the air. Hopefully everything went ok.

Who am I kidding? This is Hermitcraft! Nothing usually goes ok. So who really knows what will happen?

[lunanight2012]

My Self Insert RenDocSelf Story Part 3

Ok third part, I’m thinking about putting this on ao3 now, mostly because there is going to be some smut. but thats not for a few parts. also @cuteypandapie

~~Doc POV~~

I landed at Dead Dog Gulch. Walking over to the Bigger Logz Inc office door. Just walking inside, Ren jumped a bit. His tail and ears stand at alert. Man I love him.

"Ren. We need to talk." I said, walking over to him and taking his left hand in my robot one.

"We do. You know I love you right?" Ren asked, big puppy dog eyes looking up at me.

"Of course! And I love you my Renpup! But I want you to know. I am also in love with Luna." Doc explained, kissing Ren's hand.

Ren blinked at me. "You love her too?"

I froze, slowly looking up at him. We both loved her? Maybe this was luck finally shining on me.

"We need to tell her how we feel. If we both love her then I believe we should see how she feels back." I smiled, leaning forward and kissing his nose.

Ren smiled up at me, but suddenly frowned.

"She's taking a week off. I never did figure out where she lives. She wouldn't tell me." Ren explained, sitting back down in his chair.

I frowned, tapping on my robot arm. I pulled up a map of the world. I knew where most the hermits lived. From Grian, Mumbo, and Iskall, to 'Team ZIT' to Cub and Scar, etc. But I wasn't sure about Luna. 

"Well there aren't many places we can search. She is obviously secluded. So she could either be in the desert down to the south west, to the east by where Cub and Cleo are, or on this island to the north." I explained, pointing at the areas. 

Ren looked at the map and frowned. "She flies to the north when she leaves to head home. I noticed it when she left here yesterday." 

I frowned, closing the map. "Did she leave late last night?"

"No, she left halfway through the day. I don't know what happened but she was refulling the shop and collecting sales when she came back, all wet. Said she fell flying back and needed to take the rest of the day off. I think she was crying too. But I don't know what was wrong, she wouldn't tell me." Ren explained, his brows furrowing. 

I frowned. "I was in the shopping district. I was thanking False for helping me get revenge on BDubs. Then when she left I was talking to Etho about how much I loved Luna… You don't think Luna overheard me and thought I was talking about False do you?" I asked, worry clear in my voice.

I ran a hand through my hair, was it my fault Luna got killed by a creeper last night? Was it my fault she wasn't coming in to work?

"Doc? Doc!"

I blinked, looking up at Ren, who was standing over me. When did I sit down? 

"Are you ok love?" Ren asked, looking at me worried.

"I think it's my fault Luna tried fighting mobs last night and died to a creeper." I explained, a tear running down my face.

Ren frowned. "No blaming yourself. So she's most likely at that island. Come on, let's go see her." Ren smiled at me, helping me stand.

I nodded and strapped on my elytra. The two of us took off to the north.

~~~My POV~~~

I finished fixing my house up, smiling weakly as I wiped the sweat off my forehead. 

"Finished. Now I can go take a shower before I go help Grian with his mansion." I said quietly to myself as I walked into my house, heading to my bedroom and grabbing a change of clothes.

As I was leaving the room I stopped and looked at the choker. I reached up to my neck, tracing the small scar on my neck. It hurt to touch, but I believe that's just in my head.

I walked into the bathroom and got ready to shower. I needed to wash all the grim off from yesterday. 

I was only in the shower for 20 minutes. But when I got out, dressed, and my hair wrapped in a towel, something didn't feel right. I slowly and quietly opened the bathroom door. I poked my head out, not seeing anyone in the hallway, I quickly and quietly headed towards my room, only to freeze in the doorway upon seeing Doc and Ren in my room.

"If you didn't like the choker you could've told me." Doc said, holding up the leather collar.

I just stood there, frozen, with my dirty clothes in my arms. I didn't want to see them yet. I wasn't ready to face rejection. I wasn't ready to admit that I was going to forever be alone. I guess Ren noticed this and slowly stood up and walked over to me, his eyes full of worry.

"Lu. Are you ok? Why did you try fighting mobs last night?? You know you can't PVE very well. You're better with TNT than weapons! Where are all of your scars?" Ren asked, noticing that my scars weren't visible.

I was wearing a tank and shorts, so all of my scars from mob deaths, head games deaths, TNT deaths, etc should be visible. But none were visible. And that was what snapped me back to reality. I pushed past Ren and threw my clothes into my hamper, grabbing the collar out of Doc's hand I frowned at him.

"Why don't you give it to False. She's obviously the girl you love! Why not give it to her. Obviously I'm just your enemy. Now if you don't mind, 'Goatfather', boss, I have to go help Grian out at his mansion." I spat out, throwing the collar back at Doc before putting on my armor and elytra and rushing out of my house.

I took off towards Grian's mansion. Tears streamed down my face as I flew.

[charmergirl2468]

Hermitcraft Babus #2

Chapter 2: Greetings

Authors note: Sorry if this just sounds like infodumping, but I honestly feel I need to get this info outta the way so I can get to the cute one shot stories! So don’t worry, the next one will 100% be a misadventure instead of this!

Grian expected very little when waking up that morning. Working on Sahara? Of course it was on the agenda. Pulling a prank? Perhaps if the need arises. Area 77 shenanigans with Renbob? He’d have to see if Renbob was up for it.

What he didn’t expect, out of everything, was to find that his dragon build came to life and is now his very moody daughter.

He wasn’t the only one though, looking around the impromptu meeting in front of iTrade. Scara was currently hanging off of Scars arm, swinging about playfully. Iskall was trying to console the little baby that was strangely his dabbing penguin. Cleo talking with a young girl with black tentacles for hair and punk clothes, all signs pointing to the girl being Cleo’s Kraken. Doc was grooming the hair of a boy a little younger than the Kraken, who Grian estimated was Doc’s bush. Ren was happily chatting with a boy who was using sign language. Said child looked to be around eight years old with white hair tied in a long braid and maroon eyes, which Grian guessed was Ren’s dragon skeleton brought to life.

Grian stared at the girl in front of him. Her arms were crossed and she had a scowl, evidence that she’d rather be anywhere but here. “So…” he trailed, trying to think of something to say. He hadn’t expected to have a child at this point in his life, but he just rolled with it. No amount of disbelief will undo the fact his dragon is now in front of him.

“What is it, dad?” The unamused teen asked.

The question snapped Grian back to reality.

“R-Right” he stumbled on his words “Well, I’m sure you’ve got a lot of questions, all things considered. Can I at least get your name?”

“You never gave me one,”

“Now that I think about it,” Doc said, lifting his hand away from his bush son, “I didn’t give my bush a proper name before. Is Scara the only one with a name?”

“I think so,” Chimed In Cleo, “To be a little fair, none of could have seen this situation occurring”

“We can fix that right now” Iskall smiled as he rock the now resting baby, “I think I’ll call him Pip”

“That’s adorable!” Stress cooed, standing next to Iskall.

Cleo gave herself a few minutes to think before asking her now daughter “How do you feel about Kasey? Not really extravagant, but it has a K like Kraken…”

“I love it!” The newly named Kasey exclaimed before giving her mom a big hug.

The timid bush spoke up before his dad did “I-I was actually thinking about it before you found me. C-Can my name be Sycamore? I-I-I know its a tree type and I’m more of a bush but I thought that sycamore sounds a little like a name and-“

“It’s perfect” Doc rustled his son’s hair in approval.

Ren’s dog ear twitched as he pondered a name. “How aboooooout… Mephisto? It could work… and we can call you Meph for short!” Meph signed at Ren with a huge smile.

When it came down to Grian, his mind blanked from the stress. Amongst all the other weirdness that was builds turning into kids, it never crossed his mind what he could name his own children. Being married and having kids eventually has of course, but not the finer details such as names. Then, almost as if it was slipped into his head like a letter under a door, he had an idea.

“How do you feel about Ember?” He piped up, “Since you breathe fire and all, it does fit a bit”

The redhead gave an aproving smirk and said “Yeah, sounds really punk… I like it. Surprised someone as bland as you picked it”

Grian half wanted to fight back, but the other half was just confused as to how Ember could’ve ended up so different from himself. Kids grow to have their own minds and feelings of course, but there’s usually some semblance of their parents in there. He could only theorize as to how his daughter had ended up punk.

“Ok, all the kids officially have names,” Xisuma stated, his hands clapping together for emphasis, “Next on the agenda should be finding them a place to stay, seeing as we all have builds we go to-“

“Some builds will have to be put on hold,” Iskall interjected, “We can’t just leave the kids to fend for themselves! Especially a baby like Pip…”

“Plus we have more space than we know what to do with” Stress added, “Pip can stay in me fortress with me, Ember and Scara can live in Hermitville, Kasey can live in Cleo’s pirate ship, the list goes on!”

“Point taken,” Xisuma continued, “Guess this just leaves my task of asking the Void about this…”

“And for me and Scar to check with the Vex” Cub said.

“Sounds about right. Anything else?”

Without much other warning, little Pip let out some babbles before crying.

“Other than feeding Pip, nope” Iskall stated, trying his best to adjust his elytra with one hand.

“Guess that about does it for this impromptu meeting then. Good luck being parents!” With that, Xisuma rocketed away towards his base. Once the admin left, everyone dispersed in to their own groups. Grian and Ember were the only ones left purely because Grian has to look through five separate shulker boxes for his elytra. He had no idea what possessed him to think that was a good idea but he finally had his artificial wings on (after five minutes of searching and putting away the shulkers) and was ready to take off.

“Are you ok to Fly?” He asked, rocket in hand and facing his daughter.

“‘Course I’m ok to fly!” She huffed, spreading her wings for emphasis “The wings aren’t for show!”

She then took to the sky, leaving poor Grian in the dust. After registering that he was being left behind he too started to fly, a single rocket sounding off. Still, he couldn’t help but his a small mischievous smirk on his face.

“Race you back to my base!”

“You’re on!”

[aquelondungeonmaster]

ok sorry for butting in and resurrecting this post instead of just making shitpost theories about why double life is less Like That in the replies (i have totally sold myself on pearl absorbing (some of) the breaker-ness like a sponge though) and obviously you do not have to do the fic concept proposed herein BUT when i was looking through my contact au notes i found…

…this bit of dialogue that Actually Happened In Third Life Session One Because It Is Just Like That Sometimes.  (image transcript under the cut)

so yknow if you were gonna do something with this then that bit of canon stuff that happened would be worth keeping in mind!!!

Transcript of the screenshotted text, which is a transcript of some of Grian’s Third Life Episode 1:

[grian and scar, current location: the refugee camp where everyone hid from the phantoms; they’re staying there overnight en route to the desert]

Grian: “Let’s take- take whatever you can from here, this is– why has this become hostile?  This is mean to be a co-operative series where we all work together.  All of a sudden it’s become… a competition who can ta–” [he stops because scar has removed his armor to show off his abs]

Scar: “I have the muscles, dude, we can- we can muscle them!”

Grian: “Put your clothes back on!  We’re going to the desert.” [heading out of the camp and starting desert-ward]

Scar: “Fine, I’ll put my clothes back on.  But, is-” [steps in the campfire] “Ow, ow. I got burnt. Ow, I got burnt so bad.”

Grian, fighting a creeper: “Why is this- this is meant to be a cooperative minecraft experience, yet here we are, all competing for resources because we- we’ve got such a limited map space!”

//End transcript.

so im going thru 'if i had a chance' (love this btw) and im wondering about the classifications.

the life series sound like the tourist destination B-Class breaker worlds

would empires 1 be a breaker world? because it has an apocalypse, but im not sure if it counts more as the radioactive/passive danger sort of apocalypse?

would active pvp servers like lifesteal be breaker worlds? like the affects of large groups of people inhabiting a class B for too long? how about dsmp which isn't specifically a pvp world, but definitely became more and more hostile as time went on?

glad you're enjoying crash and burn! so the difference between a breaker world and A Difficult Place To Survive In is that breaker worlds are actively hostile towards their inhabitants in a way that somehow is more than a normal world would be capable of.

DSMP wouldn't be considered a breaker world at all, it's just got a lot of uh. infections of the egg variety, but the egg to my knowledge isn't the literal world itself so, not really. Lifesteal might be considered a modified hunt world, but the general consensus from the Lifesteal lore i've seen seems to be that this is kind of an intentional game everyone is playing (ie a plugin, something they brought with them) rather than being inherent to the world itself being twisted. same with Empires, because there's a difference between a world with cycles and a world that Hates You

the traffic/Life series on the other hand absolutely constitutes a breaker world, and my headcanon for that is very much along the lines of "it was considered a B-class breaker world and then partway through 3rd Life it woke up and became way more actively involved in messing with people"

in other words it's an A class breaker world and that's uh. that's why Last Life was so much. tempted to say the Double Life server is in a properly analyzed world and the old spooky one is now in quarantine after Grian finally realized what was going on.

(i should really write out my full headcanons on that actually but it's like very long and i'm already making ONE long worldbuilding document. tldr the fic would be Grian dealing with Oh God I Enabled A Breaker World. Aw Fuck)

[yhs-silly]

Hang on there buddy #6

Trigger warnings: suicide mentions, self harm, ghost, character death, murder mention

Rowan had them sat in his office as he typed up a record, he spoke quieter then usual- but clearly more angry. "So let me get this straight: you try and hit Grian- who by the way has been struggling with mental illness for quite some time now- because he got angry at you for embarrassing him?" Lord Xelqua nodded, adjusting his icepack as Rowan scowled deeper. "And now you want to report Sam for losing it when jumping to defend his friend?" He raised an eyebrow and shifted in his seat.

Lord Xelqua nodded. "Yes, this heathen assaulted me withou-"

"I think the fuck not." Rowan glared and when Xelqua tried to speak he chuckled. "Oh you don't get to speak, you think you can come in here and mess with my most troubled students? You think you can simply try and hit one of my students? What the hell is wrong with you?" He continued to type. "I will make a report," He rolled his eyes at the Lord's smirk. "But it will be on you: parking your jet on private property, assault on a minor, aggravation of a mentally ill person, neglect and child abuse." He glanced at Sam and Grian with a smile. "You two will be fine, you did nothing wrong. Now get to class maggots!"

Sam grinned and grabbed Gran's hand, trying to drag him but when he realised that the blonde was frozen he simply picked Grian up and ran out. Lady Rustia stared in shock and disgust. "Don't call my son a maggot."

"It's fine, it inspires spite in them- spite is the best motivater." He smiles at her and continues to write up his report. "How are you anyway Mrs? That scream sounded rather panicked and you haven't said a thing yet, something on your mind?"

Prudence sighed. "Well I'm worried about Grian, I know I'm not the best parent, far from it...but I do care, and I know Grian thinks I don't but I just think he'd be happier on his own, you know?" Rowan nodded so Prudence continued. "I'm absolutely appalled that he tried to kill himself and I'm kind of let down that it took me talking down about his uncle for him to confess..."

Rowan raised an eyebrow, not being aware of who Grian was related to. "His uncle?"

"Yes, his uncle Gareth- I believe he used to work in this school?"

Rowan's eyes widened, the little blonde kid that was struggling with depression was the nephew of Gareth. Gareth was Rowan's best friend so the fact that not only had his best friend killed himself but his best friend's nephew had tried to follow hit hard, his breath hitched for a second but he remained professional. "Oh yeah, his grave's out back if you want to pay your respects." He saw Lady Rustia raise an eyebrow and he shrugged. "The kids seem to like it." He realised that this meant that Lady Rustia had been talking down about Gareth but he wasn't going to get angry about that, he was too angry anyway. He stood up as he finished and sent off his report and opened the door. "Now if you'd thank me, I've got work to get on with so if you'd mind..." He nodded to the doorway and the two nobles stood in turn, filing out of the office.

The class was gossiping again, about Grian's parents this time. They'd heard what happened with Sam and were giving Grian sympathetic looks and patting Sam on the back. J had stated how he was surprised that Grian was old money, he didn't act like it at all. Everyone had their own theories on how Grian could be so rich and yet so depressed at the same time.

Grian himself was highly uncomfortable, he didn't want his parents to be here. His father was harsh and judging and his mother could pick up micro emotions like it was obvious, they'd out him to all his friends and make him feel like shit while doing so- and his father would tell him they weren't worth his company anyway. They always disregarded his feelings, treated him like he was just some ornament they could string up whenever they needed someone to see what nice people they were. That was why he'd ran away all those years ago, it'd been to awful when his aunt brought him back to his mother, but of course Grian had forgiven her, she was the only person in this damn family who cared about him. Now there was no one...come to think of it, Gareth had been rather caring towards him, offering to hold his hand on the train because he knew Grian was scared of them, bringing him sweets whenever he visited, staying behind to babysit him when they all went for Grian's mothers birthday. Grian suddenly felt the guilt wash over him again, he wished he hadn't been such a bitter, selfish child- maybe that was why his parents hated him...

After a while, the bell rang for lunch and Grian stumbled downstairs with Taurtis making sure he was ok, Grian wasn't really sure, he'd avoided going to lunch with the rest and had always stayed behind slightly and today he knew why. The smell of all that food, some fresh, sent him reeling, he hadn't eaten proper food in ages, sure he'd had hospital food but he barely touched that- he only ate what he could manage without feeling sick. And now he was being attacked by the scent of fresh food, he couldn't help but feel faint. He was guided to a seat and had to watch as everyone opened their lunch boxes, his stomach growling as he gazed over at all the food.

He hadn't been able to buy anything as they hadn't stopped off at the shop, not that he was going to buy food anyway. He sat down next to Taurtis, pulling at lose threads in his uniform as he tried to ignore how hungry he was. Sam was having none of it, however. He frowned and broke his sandwich in half, putting one half on the table in front of Grian. "Eat, you've been through a lot recently, you need strength."

Grian stared down at the sandwich, guilt rising up in his chest again. "But it's your lunch..?" He didn't want to steal from Sam, the rabbit had been nothing but kind to him. Sam assured him it was fine, that he was giving it to him but one part really stood out to Grian.

"Your my friend and I love you dude, even if you weren't I'd want you to be healthy. Just sallow your pride and understand that we want to help, you're not stealing, you're accepting help."

Grian slowly nodded and bit into the sandwich, the first proper food he'd had in a while. The only hospital food they could get him to eat was mac 'n' cheese for every meal so this soft white bread with salted butter and crisp iceberg lettice made such a difference. Grian would've preferred meat but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, he happily devoured his half of the sandwich, thanking Sam quietly as he sipped on a cup of water from the fountain.

After lunch they went to the changing rooms to get ready for gym and Grian had to face his next big challenge. He was expected to get changed in front of everyone but he didn't want anyone to see his scars when he removed his shirt. He sat on a bench quietly, trying to will himself into getting changed. It was J who finally noticed and went over to him, putting a hand on the blonde's shoulder with a friendly smile. "You know no ones forcing you to take part, I'm sure if you asked Rowan he'd let you sit this one out. Don't worry too much, no one holds it against you."

Grian nodded and let J lead him to Rowan who surprusbgly agreed and let Grian sit this lesson out, handing him a fidget cube to toy with. He did make Grian promise to take part tomorrow, telling him he can change in the toilets. The cube was surprisingly relaxing for Grian, the switch was his favorite, he sat silently clicking it as he watched the rest of the class play volleyball.

Maybe it was sweat, maybe it was Grian's crush or maybe it was the fact they were in Japan but Sam and Taurtis both seemed to sparkle. It was obvious that their team would win, what with Sam inherent advantage when it came to jumping and Taurtis's muscles. Grian would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying the view, he felt something trickle onto his top lip, he wiped at it and came away with blood. He blushed bright red and felt the guilt wash over him once more, he shouldn't be this stupidly attracted to his friends. He forced himself to focus on his fidget cube, almost instantly calming down- utterly distracted.

But when he made eye contact with Taurtis as the taller went to change into regular clothes, the guilt returns and Grian groaned, buying his face in his hands. He looked up to see both Yuki and Chan looking at him, his anxiety rising in his chest. Chan aproached him quietly, muttering that Ellen had told her to tell Grian he was single now, Ellen was going back to pie. Grian nodded slowly, understanding. He did like Ellen but he knew the timing was off and it wasn't fair on them, Grian was surprisingly fine with this.

He sat there for a while, while the others all got dressed, just staring into space. Taurtis would have to dip out if the house viewing early as he had a date with Chan planned for tonight, so Grian wanted to see the most expensive houses first so his friend could see the best of what there was. They'd have to take picyuree to show him but Grian could manage that, he took mean photos. His attention turned back to his figet cube as he saw Okami and Rowan talking out of the corner of his eye. It took about five minutes before Rowan called over. "Hey maggot! You can keep that if you want!"

Grian thanked him as the class began to leave the changing rooms and head home, Sam can over and beamed at the smaller. "Hey G, how you feeling?"

"My parents want to take us on a house viewing." He answered as Taurtis bounced over, he stood up and started towards the exit. He could see his parents waiting just off grounds, his mother had changed into a pale salmon coloured dress and the pearls that adorned her neck were from harods, anyone would think she were going to a dinner party and not a house viewing in the suburbs.