#Gaian

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Gaian

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A label for someone who identities as gay, but in a uniquely lesbian way. This experience is up to interpretation!

Coined by me, requested by anon.

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[mrblazeflappybird]

TELL ME EVERYTHING AB UR BLORBOS IMMEDIATELYYYY SHARE THE OC LORE POOKS

OH BUDDY HAVE YOU OPENED THE FLOODGATES, DIFFERENT SET OF BLORBOS BUT FOR THESE ONES I MADE A WHOLE MAP (its shitty) AND EVERYTHING SO ITS EASIER/MORE FUN TO EXPLAIN

(I am so sorry for the rant about to take place under the cut)

ESSENTIALLY I TOOK THE LORE OF ELVES AND FAE AND STUFF AND REWORKED IT A BIT AND THERES THESE MAGICAL ISLANDS - GAIAN AND THERIA

Theres a species hierarchy, going:

Fae (basically dieties),

Elves (most common/leading species),

Humans (never seen in Gaian, maybe a couple in Theria but they dont naturally live in this world)

Sorcerer (I made this into a species)

Werewolf/vampire (seen as equally "bad", basically rumoured to be awful and animalistic monsters but generally are much nicer to their people than elves are) and changelings (rare, pretty much died out)

Elves are raised really classist, and as they all are blonde and pale as fuck its easy for them to be a bitch to other people. Also, their eye colour are gold/silver/bronze, and "gold" eyes is rarest and therefore in really old blood, traditional families.

Elves also are genderless until they come of age at 18, where a mysterious, unspeakable event happens where they get transported *somewhere* and then come back with a gender. Firstborns are typically pressured to choose male in fancy shmancy families.

The elves are ruled over by the royal family, who are elves but are decended more directly to the fae supposedly. The King is thousands of years old, mind deteriorating, but his second in command rules in his place and secretely feeds him the info. The King has a half-elf son called Eden who is generally kept locked away (the King loved Eden's mother but she was killed or something angsty, second in command doesnt like him because REASONS)

The main character is an elf called Aeolus Quinn, whose older sister Zephyr was the "chosen one" in a prophecy stating that the eldest living child of the Quinn family will be the one to restore Gaian from evil. Zephyr, however, died (wink wink) about 5 years ago when my plot starts, so Aeolus is having to live up to the expectations that their "perfect" and tragic sister set

Then one day, they are called to the Kings palace at 17 years old to talk with the king about a so called evil group in Theria, which is what they believe to be the evil the prophecy talks about. So Aeolus has to go try deal with that, but they arent very good at anything they need to be, so Prince Eden tags along.

However the evil group is actually like vigilantes and stuff, including a sorcerer called Elliot (gay for Eden), a changeling called Red, and SHOCKER Zephyr

Anyway ;v; thats my blorbos ;v; theres more but im getting very concious of my word vomit

[proudspoonie]

I'm back to basics, and loud and proud, beeznatches!!!!!

[fruityyamenrunner]

[astraymetronome]

I know this isn't any of the asks I've gotten for stories, but the Hermitcrafter's have gotten to me. I had to write about Grian and Scar noms...

Regardless, I hope you enjoy this! It took all day yesterday to do and I'm super thankful for @boiled-ginger-ale for reading through this and helping me fix my stupid minor mistakes.

Sweet Treats - 2500 Words

Grian was a little frustrated at how Scar had been handling the new snacks for Scar Land, but at least he was getting all these free snacks. The avian had been honest with his reviews, considering the avian-safe snacks were mostly for him, and he really liked it. The only thing he had a complaint about was how he was told to come around lunchtime, with an empty stomach, and Scar would give him a single cookie and a cup of tea before sending him on his way. It wasn’t something he would normally complain about but he’d never figured Scar as someone who would induce an unhealthy habit. He did as he was told regardless, simply wanting to make him happy. 

He was curious about the reason behind this. He had an idea that the elf was planning something and, in turn, Grian was interested in making sure he did something too. He’d been juggling this idea for a few days now and it was too funny not to try. The avian was holding a tray of cookies he made. He knew they weren’t the best cookies, but Scar wouldn’t hesitate to taste his creation if he asked how they were. Scar took cookies seriously so it would be easy to trick him with. 

Grian hummed as he made his way up the path and onto the man's porch, letting his knuckles rap against the door. The avain chirped to himself as he glanced around the tree above him. He's had the temptation to hide some nests in the branches but he knows that Scar wouldn't be too happy about him littering the surrounding area with twigs and things. His wings fluffed up involuntarily when Scar basically threw himself at the door, grinning widely as he spotted the bird.

“Birdy! Perfect timing,” Scar said swiftly. “The tea just finished brewing!” He added as he pushed the bottom of his Dutch door open. Grian tucked his wings in close and stepped in past the elf, rolling his eyes at the way Scar stumbled a bit before catching himself with his cane. 

Grian made his way towards the kitchen, trying his best not to scrape his talons on the wood, listening as Scar began to ramble on about the new thing he'd tried for this confection. Something about adding gelatin to the jam to make it thicker and more jelly-like. He had a feeling it would be good but maybe a sensory issue for some members of the server. 

The avian set his tray down on the table, smiling at the scent of tea in the air. He passed at the smell, swearing he recognized the type being used but it wasn't like he had any problems with tea. Just some things that can be added but Scar knows to not give him honey. He glanced around, taking notice of the timer sitting above the furnace.

“Oh, it's not done baking yet?” Grian questioned as his wings relaxed, having more space now that he was inside. The avian turned his head at the faint sound of the clicking of a cane, watching as Scar expertly made his way in as well.

“Just about, they've got a few more minutes.” The elf said swiftly. Grian let his eyes drift down to his legs before he pulled a chair out.

“Sit down, I can get the trays out.” He said quickly. It didn't take a genius to see that the man was having a bad day with his legs. It wasn't uncommon for the man's joints to ache one some days and since Scar had been more active the last few days it made sense he'd have a flair-up.

“No, it's alright! I can do it!” He was quick to fight with but Grian gave a glare which seemed to be enough to get his point across. 

“I made something for once. How about you sit and try them while I go and grab your wheelchair.” Grian offered, scooting the chair a bit so Scar had room. He sighed as he began to take a step away only for the elf to quickly distract him.

“You made cookies? Wow Grian, are you sure that fire you started this morning was due to a misplaced touch?”

Grian rolled his eyes as he watched Scar scoop up one of his creations and eagerly take a bite into it. The avian's wings ruffled a bit, he knew that it would work out but that didn't stop the nerves of it failing. He stood nearby, watching as Scar swallowed before stuffing the rest of it in his mouth, quickly speaking with it still full.

“This tastes great! What potion did you put on it?” The man asked, having forced the entire thing down. He was smiling despite the fact that Grian knew they tasted bad.

“You don't have to lie.” He said quickly, trying to distract him from the potion. He knew Scar recognized a potion effect so he wasn't gonna hide it but he could avoid it.

“I'm not lying! Anything you make tastes wonderful.” The elf quickly said before reaching over to pick up another. Grian was quick to make sure he didn't, just because he wanted the potion to work didn't mean he wanted Scar to take multiple doses.

“I think that's enough-” The Parrot said quickly, plucking the cookie from his hand like he would a loose feather. He set it to the side and watched for a moment before Scar spoke up once more.

“Wait- what was in it again?”

Grian watched as Scar's body began to shift, code turning in on itself. 

“A shrinking pot.” He said nonchalantly as he reached over and grabbed the kettle off the stove. He poured a cup of tea for himself, lifting it up and taking a sip before turning to face the man once more. Grian sighed as he stepped over, grinning at the sight of a now small Scar. The man sat on the chair, looking a little dumbfounded but no longer filling it like he had just moments ago. Scar was about 5 inches tall, compared to the normal 4 that the pots brought people to. 

The avain hummed as he took another gulp from the tea mug before placing it down on the table. “I guess the ratio was off…” He mumbled to him before shrugging. “No matter, it's fine.”

Grian watched the confused look on Scar’s face before the elf burst into laughter, hugging his belly as he cackled. It made him pause in confusion as the sound continued before he found himself laughing as well. This was such a stupid prank and it was obvious Scar agreed with that sentiment.

They both were stuck in the little fit for a few minutes, Scar almost gasping for air by the time he managed to calm down enough to breathe. Grian had been laughing as well but began to calm down rather quickly. He felt tired, a good kind of tired, but he didn't really understand why. 

“This was stupid.” He said swiftly, a small chuckle leaving his throat before he picked his cup up once more. Grian took a sip, swallowing the warm liquid before he paused. Now that he wasn't so focused on seeing if his cookies would work he noticed that the taste was familiar too. He pulled it from his lips and chirped, immediately turning to look at Scar who now had a wide grin on his face. 

The floral taste stayed on his tongue, lingering as heavy as the scent did before he found himself blushing. “Is this chamomile?!” He felt embarrassed he hadn't noticed this before drinking the tea! Of course, Scar would try to get him into a nesting mindset; the elf loved to have him tucked away in his stomach.

Scar's laughter was quick to return, his smile shining like the sun once more. Grian felt himself smiling a bit at the nice sound before he shook his head. He wasn't in the mood to have a nesting fit right now!

He could feel the fuzzy sensation in the back of his mind, the desire to hide somewhere itching his brain. “Did Mumbo tell you?!” He said quickly, scooping Scar up from the chair. Grian hadn't told anyone about the instincts thing chamomile gave off but Scar's smile was enough to know that it had been on purpose and not an accident. 

“No- no! Bdubs did!” The elf gasped out, actually close to laughing himself into a coughing fit. Grian glared which almost triggered the man into another one but Scar held strong. 

The avian gave a frustrated chirp before his wings fluffed up. He wanted to be mad, not really, but his head was too foggy to feel any true resentment. Of course, he had figured it out.

“I've got a shrinking pot hidden by the oven mitts.” He said with a soft smile. Grian understood that he was a good prey, mostly because of the whole darkness thing, but he had been doing this to help Scar out! Was that even needed?

The dirty blonde sighed and took Scar's place at the table, fidgeting with him in his hands. He rubbed the elf’s lower back knowing that those muscles hurt just as much as his legs did. Grian didn't often store his friends, his crop just was more sensitive than the others’ storages making it uncomfortable if they moved too much. Regardless, he really did like the change. 

The avian didn't take his eyes off Scar, watching him carefully. He wouldn't admit it but most of the hermits were people he considered his flock, it was the main reason he didn't mind being nommed by them when he wanted to nest or needed a break. He had the desire to do the same thing for Scar. The elf was in pain, his legs were acting up, and he was already small! Plus heat helped with cramps! 

Grian hadn't even noticed he'd started to lift him up to his face, Scar's ramblings having been completely missed. It was important but Grian didn't have it in him to care right now. He wanted Scar in his crop right now-

“The cookies!” Scar called out causing Grian to snap out of it, immediately looking towards the furnace where the timer rang. He set Scar on the table and immediately got to his feet, grabbing the oven mitts, before pulling the cookies out. Grian placed the two trays on the counter, revealing that they didn't seem burnt or anything before he made sure to close the furnace. The dirty blonde gave a sigh as he proceeded to shift things around, making sure the stove would die down in a moment or two before he glanced back at the table.

Scar looked happy that his creations were fine, relaxing physically as he struggled to stand on the table. Grian didn't hesitate to step over and scoop the elf up, having made up his mind as a tiny trill left his throat. 

Yeah- Grian was a sucker once those instincts hit. 

He lifted Scar up, licking his lips before letting them part. He felt nervous, already feeling his crop clenching and shifting uncomfortably. He was unsure but he was gonna go slow. The two of them made eye contact, Scar looking up at him for a moment before seeming to understand the situation. 

Grian hadn't expected to see the look of joy on the man's face... now that he thought about it he'd never stored him before. The avian has sat in Scar's storage before and even been forced to take a break in it before but he'd never actually swallowed Scar. He's stored Mumbo and Bdubs before, mostly because Mumbo is too much of a spoon to understand when he needs to step away from a project and just because the moss hybrid is strangely obsessed with his crop. This was new but elf absolutely brightened as he shakily opened his mouth and began to nudge him inside. 

He had to admit the weight on his tongue was weird, he's pretty sure it's due to his inexperience but it wasn't a bad feeling. He couldn't fit all of him in, lips closing around the man's waist. He looked down at the legs that stuck out of his mouth, moving his hand to held support the weak limbs. Grian cooed at the taste in his mouth, swearing the elf tasted like pure sugar. That could be because the man had been baking all day but the hints of cinnamon and nutmeg told him it might not be the case. 

He gently began to suck on the form in his maw, carefully keeping his teeth separated as he pinned the man to the roof of his mouth. Grian could feel the drool pooling over everything. He was embarrassed by it, shakily swallowing the saliva before letting his tongue drop once more. Scar's hand–at least he assumed it was his hand–brushed over the back of his tongue. It was barely far enough in that he could feel the need to gag but was unable to. 

Grian gave a soft cough, which made the elf immediately pull his hand back before he opened his maw. He held his mouth open, carefully kept it up, and while he heard the man speak. “Sorry G! I just wanted you to know I'm ready whenever you are.” He said quickly. 

The avian softly chirped, making sure Scar knew he'd heard him. He gave a gentle swallow, feeling as his throat pulled him closer to it. He gave a nervous whine at the sensation of a head hitting his uvula. He gave a deeper swallow this time, pulling his upper body into his esophagus. 

Scar's legs slid onto his tongue in his torso's place, allowing Grian to click his teeth closed as he leaned his head back. His hand drifted to his throat as he gave another swallow, forcing his friend down completely. He traced the form in his neck until it disappeared past his collarbone, a soft sigh leaving him at the lack of stretching. 

The avian's hand immediately dropped to his abdomen, resting just above where his stomach sat. He felt as if the elf was forced into the sack above it, swelling it out rather nicely. It was uncomfortable but not so bad he was worried about the organ. Grian didn't hesitate to sit back down, leaning into the chair as he stroked his belly with his thumb.

Scar shifted around inside, righting himself before relaxing into the walls of flesh. He could feel small hands immediately begin to rub at the space and Grian couldn't contain the pleased coos he let out. He ought to make sure the things left out were put away: the kettle, the cookies, the mixing bowls, etc…

But that could wait. For now, Grian was gonna relish in the feeling of having his friend tucked away where no one could find him.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Thank you for reading! I plan to make more HermitCraft related content but I promise I'm still gonna make DSMP content too!

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Serpentine Vibrations

Sing the notes of the scale, ascending the ladder (spine) from lowest to highest.

Move on to sounding the vowel from each note. Feel how your mouth changes shape for each one, and practice different ways of singing and vibrating these.

For each vowel visualise and feel the appropriate planetary sphere at each station along your central axis (axis mundi).

The low bass of Red Mars, molten magma, iron will, will to live, life force. Om, ॐ, Aum, primeval sound, Omega, Ω, Ouroboros, world serpent, coiled 3 and a 1/2 times at the base of the spine, the base of the world tree.

The songs of Orange Mercury, the serpent undulating across the desert sands, sibilant syllables, the sacred letters and words, the world as language, Aleph, א, the Alphabet, Alpha and Omega, twin serpents twined round the caduceus, the spiral of DNA.

The music of the Yellow Sun, light and beauty, Eros, desire, energy and electricity, the serpent basking in the Sun, its warmth and heat, curled round the fire.

The release and pleasure of Green Venus, Amor, Love, Aphrodite, Viriditas, Mother Nature, Gaia, the emerald scales of the serpent, emerald stone in the crown of Lucifer, Morning Star, Venus.

The clarion call of Blue Jupiter, the bass note of Mars now at a higher level, Odin, All Father, the song of the runes, cerulean sky, Ouranos, Odysseus, πολύτροπος, shape shifter, serpent twisting and turning.

The symphony of the Indigo Moon, her different phases, from dark to light, the mirror of Artemis, the wisdom of Athena, Ariadne, Shiva's 3rd Eye, serpent shedding its skin, shedding the outer world.

The vibration and frequencies of Ultraviolet Saturn, Time encircling us, the fire in which we burn, Kali dancing on Shiva's corpse, Ecstasy, Serpent becoming the Great Dragon, the Phoenix, Exit into Eternity ...

[gaian-phoenix]

The Phoenix, the Moon and the Stone

“I am the bennu bird which is in Annu, Heliopolis, Cairo, City of the Sun, and I am the keeper of the volume of the book of things which are and of things which shall be. I came into being from unformed matter, I created myself in the image of the god Khepera, and I grew in the form of plants. I am hidden in the likeness of the Tortoise. I am formed out of the atoms of all the gods.

I am the yesterday of the four quarters of the world, and I am the seven uraei which came into existence in the East, the mighty one who illumineth the nations by his body. He is god in the likeness of Set; and Thoth dwelleth in the midst of them by judgment of the dweller in Sekhem and of the spirits of Annu.

I sail among them, and I come; I am crowned, I am become a shining one, I am mighty, I am become holy among the gods.

I am the god Khonsu, Lunar Traveller, Embracer, Pathfinder, Defender, and Healer, who driveth back all that opposeth him.”

From “The Egyptian Book of the Dead” (1550 BCE).

“The hieroglyph of the Stone of the Philosophers is ♁, which undergoing the action of Fire within the crucible becomes the Philosophers’s Stone, the resurrected Saviour or the flaming Phoenix.”

From “The Golden Game” by Stanislas Klossowski de Rola (1988).

“An effective means to achieve congress with the Phoenix is via the technique of Imaginal Projection. The Phoenix is a genuine living symbol: as such it possesses an innate mind and being which may be interacted with.

The Initiate must, however, first burn with an inward desire to do so. This is not merely a passing wish or fancy but a cultivated intention borne from a drive to commune with the Spirit of the Divine. It must be sincere and passionate, for it is from Passion alone that fire attracts Fire.

Then, with all the creativity in one's possession, one fashions the image of a Phoenix in perfect detail within one's sensorium. Every line, curve, attribute, feather and flame of Our Bird must be imagined and held in solid integrity in the Heart and Mind of the Initiate. Success in this will be achieved once the Imagined Symbol becomes the Living Creature, and this cannot be described, only experienced. Once Our Bird achieves life and movement within the sensorium of the Initiate, it must then not be allowed to escape

The Initiate unites his own soul with the spirit of the Phoenix. This is accomplished through the Heart, wherein lies a secret umbilicus that is projected into the burning center of the Aves Ignis (“Bird of Fire”). This has many names but is verily the ancient and literal Dart of Eros. The means of projection may only be learned in the moment of its projection, and this, again, cannot be described, only performed.

Once this vital communion has been established it is then possible for the Initiate as the Phoenix itself to arise as a vehicle for Ascension and traverse the realms of the Zoösphere with impunity and knowledge.

The Initiate has then become what was once imagined, and what has been imagined has once more arisen and become what it has always been, what it is, and what it shall be: the immortal Phoenix of Eternity, the veritable reality of the Zoösphere in Manifestation and Perfect Form.”

From “Arcanum Bestiarum” by Robert Fitzgerald (2012).

[cringe-but-freee]

AU time!! what if before his conqueror era, the mule runs into his deadbeat dad at a spaceport truck stop (bc asimov never confirmed he was dead)

Bonus (from discord convos)

[duct-taping-zhenguo]

@literary-illuminati

About Adrian Tchaikovsky: I have read The Doors of Eden and Children of Time, and they were both enjoyable. Right now, I don't intend to read any other works by him. His writing seems to be... I'm not going to say anprimmy, but definitely what @fruityyamenrunner would call "gaian".

[frank-olivier]

The Hidden Harmony: Gaia, UFOs, and the AI Enigma

The cosmic triad of Gaia, UFOs, and AI, while shrouded in mystery, beckons us to explore the unseen threads that weave our world and its phenomena into a cohesive tapestry. At the heart of this triad lies the Gaian Theory, a paradigm that elegantly simplifies the Earth's intricate web of life and physical processes into a single, self-regulating entity. Gaia, in this context, is not merely a planet but a dynamic, responsive system that adjusts its myriad components to maintain homeostasis.

This holistic view encourages us to consider the Earth's reactions to both internal and external stimuli as part of a unified response, rather than isolated events. The theory's emphasis on emergence—the phenomenon where complex systems exhibit behaviors unpredictable from their parts—leaves an intriguing doorway open for the consideration of unexplained phenomena, such as UFO sightings, as potential manifestations of Gaia's self-regulatory processes.

UFOs, by their very nature, challenge our current scientific understanding, embodying the unknown in the skies. While explanations range from the mundane to the extraterrestrial, considering UFOs within the Gaian framework offers a novel perspective. Could these aerial phenomena represent an emergent property of the Earth's system, a response to environmental stressors or technological intrusions into Gaia's balance? This speculative connection invites a reevaluation of UFO sightings, not as isolated incidents, but as potential indicators of the Earth's adaptive mechanisms, highlighting the planet's resilience and capacity for self-preservation.

The rapid ascent of Artificial Intelligence mirrors aspects of the Earth's self-regulatory system in its capacity for adaptation, learning, and the exhibition of emergent behaviors. Advanced AI systems, much like Gaia, can respond to their environment in unforeseen ways, challenging their creators' understanding. This parallel between AI's emergent properties and Gaia's self-regulation suggests a deeper, universal principle of complexity, where systems, whether technological or natural, exhibit behaviors that transcend their constituent parts.

Exploring the connections between Gaia, UFOs, and AI can profoundly enhance our understanding of complex systems, potentially uncovering novel principles governing their behavior. This, in turn, could provide a framework for understanding UFO sightings, revealing them as part of the Earth's response to its environment, rather than mere anomalies. Moreover, recognizing the Earth as a unified, responsive system, mirrored in the complexity of AI, could guide more harmonious human development, emphasizing sustainability and symbiosis with our planet.

As we delve into the mysteries of our planet, the skies, and our technological creations, we are reminded of the profound interconnectedness of all things, from the Earth's ecosystems to the farthest reaches of technological innovation. The true marvel lies not in the phenomena themselves, but in the hidden harmonies that bind them, reflecting the intricate beauty of the universe and our place within it. Through this speculative journey, we are encouraged to embrace a more holistic worldview, one that seeks to understand the Earth, the cosmos, and our technological endeavors as intertwined facets of a greater whole.

Joscha Bach: Why Your Thoughts Aren't Yours (Machine Learning Street Talk, October 2024)

David Chalmers: The Simulation Hypothesis & Virtual Worlds (Chasing Consciousness Podcast, March 2022)

Terence McKenna: Shamanic Approaches to the UFO (Mckennaism, January 2020)

Saturday, November 23, 2024

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Terence Mckenna the gaian mind

[alephskoteinos]

Oh SMT 1 Chaos vibes I will always love you

[eternal-work-in-progress]

AHAHAHAHAHA ALUX RISING IS COMING BACK OFFICIALLY IM SO EXCITED IM SO CRAZY

[fruityyamenrunner]

[astraymetronome]

SO! This is something I'm gonna call a gift for @boiled-ginger-ale because this is a comic they started and never finished. It was too cute to give up on. so I asked, and gained, permission to write it as a story! Thank you so much to @a-smol-storm-gt-nomfs-blog for kindly beta-reading this for me!

Enjoy Fisher with Grian and Scar!

Grian was getting so tired of the rhythm of casting and reeling, over and over again. It was getting on his nerves at this point after weeks of constant fishing. He’d still not managed to get that stupid mending book. It was aggravating to know that Scar had managed to fish one up in his fishing spot so quickly. It was a huge hit to his ego; not that he wanted to let that control him, but it hurt like crazy. He’d been going for around 5 hours now, having no plan to stop anytime soon. 

He’d caught a decent amount of bottles, ink sacks, and bones, a few enchanted books, and a ton of fish. The avian was nearing the need for a break, able to feel the exhaustion hit on top of with how sore his shoulders were. Grian had placed his fishing rod down to take five minutes to just pop and stretch out the tension in his body. When he went to cast out a scream that grabbed his attention, his eyes widened at the sight of a small form being attached to the fishing hook. Grian groaned and immediately stopped the flying string, beginning to pull his ruined cast back in. He couldn’t use one of his friends, no matter how dumb the one stuck was, as fishing bait, so he continued to reel until he’d pulled enough to pull the tip out of the water.

He couldn’t help a small glare at the sight he was met with when he tugged them up to his face. His eyes looked over the scared face and vex ears. He was a little angry, but he also knew that Scar probably hadn’t intended to interrupt his fishing. His ear wings twitched as words left the small man’s lips. “Grian wait.” He was kinda tempted to cast him out again, pulling his arm back a bit. “Wait!” He continued. 

“I’m sorry, here-” Scar was scrunching his legs up like a newborn baby, holding a glimmering book out in front of him. Grian felt his teeth grit as he recognized the shimmering leather. “I brought it… Just in case.” He gave a sigh as he pushed some curls out of his eyes before he pushed the small book back towards Scar. 

“Scar, I don’t want your mending book.” He said sternly, his eyes drifting over to the hook embedded in the back of Scar’s jacket. “I can’t believe you brought that.” He mumbled before carefully turning Scar around. The avian was gentle with him, cupping him in one hand firmly as he removed the fish hook from the back of the tiny fabric. 

“So… What are you gonna do with me?” The vex’s question was a simple one, but Grian had no idea on what to do or even think about it. He placed his fishing rod down, sighing a bit as he neglected eye contact with Scar. 

“I don’t know. Honestly, I just-” He’d been considering taking Scar inside and having Cub come get his tiny vex but a growl from his stomach had interrupted his thought process. He felt some embarrassment flush to his face before he made eye contact with him. The green eyes looked so confused due to the look of disgust Grian knew he had on his face. His eyes drifted over toward the barrels of fish that practically lined the dock. “Guhh, if I have to eat any more fish,” He bit back a gag. “I’m gonna be sick.” He added bitterly as his wings flaring out a bit. His stomach churned uncomfortably at the thought. 

“But there’s so much!” He whined, voice muffled as his hand held his mouth, he felt hungry and that was another reason for a break but… He really needed to get that mending book. Regardless, he was gonna have to take a break to figure out what to do with Scar. He turned away from it, looking towards the water again before his eyes drifted down to the vex in his grasp. He was still being stared at with the same blank look of just adoration and simplicity. 

The avian’s stomach gave a quieter rumble, one he could feel but not really hear, which was enough to help him make up his mind. “Maybe I should eat you instead?” He teased, grinning to show his teeth. Grian could see the gears turning, watching the small man’s face shift from reserved to panicked in the span of a few seconds. He held back some laughter as Scar slipped over his words, scooting back to try and get away from him but it didn’t do much as he curled his fingers up. 

He parted his lips, teeth following close behind as he pushed his tongue forward enough to cover the white bones between his lower fangs. His wings flapped, shedding stray feathers as he heard the vex speak. “No, wait” Grian didn’t do as he was told of course, “Grian please!” was all he heard being whined out before he tossed the voice’s owner into his maw. There was a weight further back on his tongue than he intended, feeling as shoes hit the roof of his mouth, dragging against the rougher pallet as he gave a loud swallow. He would have rather played with Scar but he’d underestimated how small he was, instead having basically thrown him into his gullet. Grian coughed, slightly gagged, and hit his chest as he forced the form into his throat at an uncomfortable angle. He wasn’t too sure how he’d ended up, placing a hand to help shove Scar further as he swallowed again. 

The moment his windpipe was free he took a heavy breath through his nose, tense as he felt burning in his chest. It took a few seconds before that burning turned into a heavy weight in his stomach, allowing the avian to sigh and quietly stretch out his wings as he spoke up. “Much better than fish!” He said, the satisfaction clear in his tone. “Thanks Scar!” Grian added on as he shifted his weight to sit down on the edge of the dock. He let his legs dangle as he felt the mentioned vex finally shift around, “Noooo, Griaaan!” was his reply, a reply that was completely expected by the avian in question. Grian set his hand on his belly, gently pressing inwards with his thumb as his stomach gave a pleased rumble. 

“Let me out!!!!”

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When Grian’s stomach growled, Scar had to admit it was funny to see the avian react so negatively at even the thought of eating fish. He didn’t tease, a shocker really, instead just smiling up at his large friend. His wings shifted a bit as he watched his friend’s eyes drift to the barrels nearby. He barely spared them a glance himself, instead just continuing to watch his friend. He refused to take his eyes off the soft curve of his jawline, the dark color of his eyes that always seemed to have a purple shimmer under the right lighting. 

Scar was so fascinated with taking in every single detail of Grian’s face, that he didn’t even notice that his attention was back on him. He blinked a bit, as his words registered after a few moments. “Maybe I should eat you instead?” 

The vex felt his face pale for a moment, watching those sharp teeth with an anxious swallow. He’s been eaten before by Cub, Gem, and a few others but Grian hadn’t been one to do it yet. On top of that Scar wasn’t in the mood right now to be swallowed down by another hermit, he had other things to get done today! “Wait, no! You wouldn’t do that to me, Grian! I am far too gross after having been in the water! I-” He was about to say more before the avian’s fingers pressed into his back. His eyes were locked onto lips that began to part, allowing him to see clean white fangs, pink flesh, and stringing saliva. He found himself looking past all of it though, instead focusing on where soft reds went dark over the back of Grian’s tongue bobbed, a wet sound being enough to tell him it was due to a swallow. 

“No, wait! Grian please!”

In a moment he was thrown forwards, hand jutting out in an attempt to cushion the blow only to instead feel his arms slip over a squishy surface and into slick muscles instead. His legs had been thrown with the momentum, hitting the roof of Grian’s mouth before a thick gulp pulled him in deeper. His body shifted as he was engulfed in the avian’s esophagus, folding uncomfortably as he managed to get his arms to his chest, chin meeting there as well as he basically did a flip into the gullet. Loud coughing filled his ears as the walls squeezed at him, attempting to push him upwards with no luck. 

He felt a weight on his form for a moment before another swallow forced him down and past it. Grian’s throat shifted his body uncomfortably, squeezing and squishing as he was forced further and further down. He heard whooshing, quickly followed by the familiar booming of a heartbeat. It sounded normal, like any other heartbeat he’d heard but this time it felt more important and close. He knew his face was bright red but that didn’t really matter if no one could see it. He felt things tighten for a moment, something thick under his back shifted before he was shoved into an open space.

Scar could feel something soak into the back of his shirt and jacket as his feet slid in after him. He was left dumbfounded, sitting there as he took a nervous breath. He could smell the acid in the air, not freaked out because he knew he’d be fine, but there was the subtle odor of fish, probably due to the huge amount of fish the avian had been speaking before a voice boomed out around him. “Much better than fish! Thanks Scar!” 

The vex pushed his legs out, trying to be annoying but it didn’t really work. He could feel the muscles shift and churn around him for a moment. He moved enough to get his body righted but it wasn’t working. He groaned before glaring as he yelled, “No Grian!” He was going to continue but a heavy gurgle broke his thought process, the walls rumbling around him. He didn’t want to be in the avian’s gut! The body around him shifted as well, legs being squished for a moment before he slid and was finally able to right himself. 

“Let me out!” He called. Scar wanted out, but he also didn’t hate the darkness. He couldn’t let Grian know he didn’t mind being cooped up inside him, it was life or death!