#Grian Artist-Artifex

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Grian and Pepe with a close up on Pepe’s head/hat

Don’t tag as ship

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I WANT FAMILY FLUFF BETWEEN GRIAN, SILLY, NECRA, OKAMI, AND ROWAN

BUT NONE OF YALL WANTS TO WRITE ANY

SO HERE I GO

- Okami and Rowan was in the process of adopting Grian when he got sent to Tokyo

- Grian got adopted by them when he’s 20 years old

- Necra and Grian teases Silly on her crush on Grian which she had before he got adopted 

- Silly’s crush on Grian stopped just before he went to Tokyo

- Rowan could pick all his kids up effortlessly

- Okami teaches Grian how to read english in his spare time

- none of them knows Grian’s birth gender and their pronouns for him changes every time he sees them

- the reason for this is that Grian’s biological parents had burned his birth records when he was abandoned and mixed up his age on the school records, it wouldn’t be that much of a stretch to think that they mixed up his gender as well

- Grian never really wanted to know his birth gender and is perfectly fine with going with the flow when it comes to his pronouns.

- just as long as he gets to pick the clothes he wears

- Grian trains with Rowan’s training regime everyday just before the sun rises when he’s in Hermitcraft to remember Rowan by

- One day the hermits decided to trade morning routines, unfortunate for the person who got Grian’s

- Silly, Necra, and Rowan called that hermit weak for passing out in the middle of it but commends them for not dying.

- Grian spars with Silly and Necra  

- Okami watches from the sidelines and gives them all tips

- Everyone in the family are complete and utter deadshots

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(AHM AU) Imagine Iskall cornering a malnourished, tiny teen who looks like he hadn't slept weeks in an alleyway in a bad part of town. He looks at Iskall with cold eyes, eyes that had seen some shit. Iskall looks back, aims his gun and fires. The bullet hits the kids face, and he falls from the first of the fire alone- mustn't have been very strong. Iskall wandered to the teen, his gun now lowered by his side. The likelihood of someone surviving a shot like that was small, but Iskall knew as an assassin that he could never be too cautious. The kid's left eye was blown wide, the blast having hit the other. Iskall bent down and pulled the sleeve of his school blazer up and pressed his fingers into his small, boney wrist. As he thought, there was no pulse. He stood and moved to step out of the ally, only to be grabbed by the ankle and pulled to the ground. Hard. Iskall felt the air being knocked out of his lungs as his stomach hit the dirty pavement. He felt his gun being pried from his hand and a foot on his back; Iskall turned his head to look at the person.

Above him stood the kid- Grian Artifex-Artist- who he had just stot, which he had just killed, that was dead five seconds ago. His face was still blood-covered, but bile rose in his throat as Grians eye and the skin around reform; Grian squinted, like he couldn't see out of his right eye correctly, raised the gun and took a shot at Iskalls shoulder and ran off, dropping the gun halfway down the ally.

Grian had always been between life and death, never really dying but never really living either. he’s not undead, he’s not alive.

He just is.