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angeart · 6 months ago

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……Mumbo and Grian Boatem Circus AU Please please please I needddd…..

yesss! time to talk about boatem circus mumbo and grian!

(1,8k words long ramble ahead)

mumbo’s grown used to the circus by the time grian comes along, but he’s still never set foot on stage during performances. he might’ve teleported a couple of times by himself, a nervous wreck each time, recognising how off it feels to him—something that should be natural and normal, like breathing, now feeling vile and threatening. and yet the urge is still there whenever his anxiety rises, and below it, a quiet, much gentler instinct that tells him that teleporting ought to belong to him.

when grian comes to the circus, he’s a traumatised, scared little heap of feathers.

mumbo doesn’t know where he came from, or what his past was like, or what he’s afraid of. all he knows is that as a boatem circus member, he’s meant to do his best to help, and grian deserves to be protected until he re-learns the feeling of safety, just like mumbo had before.

once grian isn’t so afraid of any new person approaching him, mumbo comes to nervously ask him if… he’d like some new clothes maybe? he’s been making stage clothes for the others, and fixing up their daily clothes. he got better at estimating the right sizes, and he has experience making avian stuff too, thanks to jimmy!

so even though he’s not entirely confident he could do this right, without coming all up in grian’s space and taking proper measurements, he offers anyway, willing to try to wing it. to give him something new, something solely his, removed from whatever he's been through.

unlike all the others who asked for fancy things, grian… just wants something soft and baggy. something to cushion him and protect his skin and hide him a little bit.

it’s a challenge, but mumbo tries hard and… he ends up making him a soft woolen sweater, only slightly oversized.

it’s red, like grian’s wings. he isn’t sure if that’s okay, but grian didn’t ask for any specific colour, and— mumbo noticed that when grian first came in, underneath the borrowed jacket from scar that swallowed up his small, hunched frame, he had tight fitting black clothes. he thought maybe something brighter would be better, then.

grian wears the sweater constantly.

and once grian starts getting out more and interacting with the crew, mumbo notices that he seems to gravitate towards him. that he seeks out his (and scar’s) presence above all else, a bit like a lost puppy, still scared, but choosing the two of them to attach himself to.

mumbo doesn’t know why he was chosen. he doesn’t feel entirely competent. but he does like the little avian, and wants to see who he could be, once he learns that this place can truly be safe for him.

he does ask, at some point, nervously curious. why grian seeks him out in particular?

grian tells him it’s because he seems harmless. (because mumbo’s endearingly nervous behaviour feels much safer than the cheer and overbearing friendliness of others. and because he’s pretty sure mumbo couldn’t hurt a fly.) and then, quieter, he says that mumbo doesn’t seem like someone who’d put people in cages.

because that’s a quality that’s decisive for grian, at a time when he’s quiet and timid and still shaken.

mumbo looks back at him with concern and softness and also kind of horrified, and he agrees quietly that no, he wouldn’t. (he was caged, once. and he was trapped before that, for a long time. he’d never wish that on someone else.)

he doesn’t know what other triggers grian has, or what upsets him. they don’t talk about what they’ve been through. he sees his panic rise up several times, scar always swooping in to take grian away when he blindly flinches from everyone else, but mumbo doesn’t understand what causes it. all he knows to do is to protect grian from feeling trapped.

they hang out together a lot, mumbo also liking the feeling of freedom instead of staying cooped up in his room. they roam the camp, but also explore further area, whether around their home base or on their travels when the circus is on the move.

once, they find a nice serene lake. which is a big pool of water, and that makes mumbo nervous. he makes sure grian knows water hurts him (grian knows this already, because of rainy days), and grian makes sure when he playfully splashes the water, it’s far, far from the reach of mumbo.

it still makes him squeal, and it still makes grian laugh, but mumbo is finding that he is being kept safe here. that someone is looking out for him. that grian is being playful, not malicious. and that maybe, just maybe, he’s helping mumbo face his fear in a controlled, small way.

(the first time grian splashes water, on the other end of the lake, mumbo jolts and teleports. on nothing but startled instinct. and he promptly becomes nauseous.) (but it gets better over time, and he does want to challenge himself here. he does want grian to challenge him, to help him overcome a part of him he’s been running away from.) (and oh, grian looks so calm gliding over water, much more than anywhere else.)

there’s a time when grian goes to look for mumbo in a storm. it came unexpectedly, and mumbo was out on a walk or gathering herbs or something—grian isn’t sure—and now it’s raining horribly.

and rain hurts mumbo.

grian doesn’t let the wretched weather deter him. he goes through muddy terrain, clothes drenched, trying to follow a path that mumbo likes to take, until he finds him huddling in a cave. trapped by the storm, unable to leave or go back to camp. purple particles wild around him but with nowhere safe for him to teleport to.

grian sits down, forcing down the urge to shake his feathers, because he doesn’t want the stray drops to land on mumbo. he sits at a distance, not reaching out, his skin and clothes wet. but he is there.

he is there, and it counts.

he waits the storm out with mumbo, then guides him back home across mud and puddles and wet-slicked bark of trees.

(and if mumbo mentions lighting a fire back in the cave to help grian dry off? and if grian goes dead silent at that, and then mumbo instantly rambles on about how they don’t even have the things needed to start the fire, and surely all the wood outside is wet anyway, and oh gosh, how silly of him… he never caught on to that plunge into silence and then tentative relief that grian felt in that moment.)

time passes, and mumbo recognises that grian feels purposeless. that he still feels a little lost. that he looks at the circus shows with a sort of confused longing, scared to take that step to bring himself closer to them and to everyone else.

he has no idea that grian was in a circus before. he has no idea how horrible it was.

but grian sees what scar has made here, and everyone is always so eager to perform and so happy afterwards, and… and maybe he could—

he wants to be a part of it, but he’s terrified.

(he also feels like it’s maybe something he should do—is supposed to do—no matter how many times scar tells him otherwise, reassuring him that it’s all up to him. there’s a nagging feeling in the back of grian’s mind that he’s expected, sooner or later, to do his part and participate in the shows.)

mumbo wants to help him. he wants to help him give this thing a try, even though he himself has been avoiding it this whole time, and… and maybe they could do it together?

it’s mumbo who coaxes grian on stage. [art here]

he does so by starting to participate in the shows himself. just a little bit, the tiniest bit. he goes out there, and he does tricks that involve him teleporting. he starts small. (he’s healing through this.) and, eventually, he tells grian it’s okay. he tells him he’ll be there with him. he’s doing all this just so he can be there with grian, to put him at ease.

every time mumbo’s bit is over, he keeps watching from the back, eyes on grian. (protective mumbo!! <3) because grian isn’t okay and. he really needs it. he needs mumbo there, watching, ready to step in the moment grian might need him. because sometimes it all still feels too overwhelming. because sometimes the anxiety and fears and memories hit like a freight train out of nowhere and he needs a fast way out.

there are times when mumbo sweeps in and takes grian and teleports with him back to the safety of the backstage. they make it seem intentional. others work and improvise around it. it’s a little bit clumsy, but it works.

and it means everything.

on stage, they can’t show their full emotions, so mumbo is really looking out for the smallest hints. and the moment they are backstage and grian slumps into him, sobbing? he knows he did the right thing.

of course there are times when mumbo isn’t sure. and times when he does this when grian doesn’t need him to. but more often than not he’s right, and it makes all the difference.

the others never mind. they’re glad he’s there for grian, doing this! they always balance between giving grian space afterwards and checking up on him. but mumbo’s always that first line. that link to immediate safety.

gradually, mumbo becomes less nauseous and disoriented when teleporting, and grian becomes more assured on stage, doing flight acrobatics without hoops and without fire and with a support of a wonderful crew, playing off of each other in a way that even starts to be fun. it’s wonderful to see! he’s growing to be pesky and clingy, and… and he still has panic attacks that seemingly come from nowhere. and he’s still antsy around some people for some reason. and he's still nervous before each show. and he’s still not okay.

but he’s getting there.

him and mumbo both are getting there.

… and then the fire happens <3

please think about how readily mumbo teleports to help and save the people he grew to desperately care about. because it’s one thing for mumbo to teleport in the safety of the circus tent, when he knows all the variables and isn’t in any danger. but now he’s doing it when there’s active danger, panic set deep into his veins in a way that feels horribly close to his worst memories.

he’s teleporting to places that are painful and scary, and the lines are becoming blurred and he’s losing track a little bit. and yet he keeps going.

he has to keep going.

he teleports until exhaustion. which, isn’t that familiar? (and sure, his exhaustion point has been pushed somewhere else; he would’ve been able to keep going a lot longer in the past, before everything, but his stamina seems to be permanently damaged, always running on half-depleted.)

and maybe it isn’t so obvious, when he’s in the overdrive to keep going, but it’s all going to catch up with him eventually. he’s not going to have a fun aftermath.

#ange answers #boatem circus au #enderman mumbo #avian grian #their story is so important to me #the way they helped each other settle in 🥺#and now in elegy?#scar's heartbroken because he promised grian he'd be safe #but mumbo?#mumbo's always been that last line of safety for grian #and now he's out there looking for him #because when he was lost in that storm? grian did the same for him #he didn't leave him out there alone #sobs #anyway i hope u enjoyed these rambles <3

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errorryx · 6 months ago

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unraveling — part one, season eight

read on ao3 | hermitcraft, 2.2k words

This fic was written for the MCYTblr AUfest (@mcytblraufest)! My artist was @ghastspidergwen, who made this beautiful doll for the AU! please go give that post lots of love, it would mean the world to me <3

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There are two new server members this season, and for most of the hermits, this is their first look at either of them. It’s probably a little intimidating for Pearl and Gem to be stared at from above by everyone else, but it’s difficult for most of them to remember to be courteous about it, because they're too busy staring at Pearl.

Players on Hermitcraft have always come in all different shapes and sizes, but none of them have ever been anything like Pearl. She’s a player like the rest of them, that much is obvious, but her body appears to be made out of wool, rather than any sort of organic material. Her eyes are buttons, and she has soft fuzzy antennae protruding from her hat that look like feathers.

Pearl stares back up at them, a slight grin on her face. She has yet to do much in the way of moving. Finally, when it comes time to introduce herself, she hops up to join the rest of them, moving around as easily as any other player.

Eventually, one by one, the hermits come to the conclusion that everything must be in order after all. They graduate from staring to sneaking occasional looks, and they do their collective best to treat her like any other player.

Because if there’s one thing Hermitcraft is known for, it’s things that defy logic with their very existence. And in that respect, Pearl fits right in.

—

Shortly after the Boatem Pole incident wraps up, it occurs to Mumbo that he’s gone and joined another club for the season—and that one of the other club members is a newcomer that he’d really like to know more about.

He figures Grian is his best bet for information about Pearl, seeing as he’s the one who invited her to the server in the first place. Mumbo finds him offloading his inventory into the start of what’s sure to be a formidable chest monster, and asks, “You know Pearl pretty well, right?”

“Of course!” Grian says. “We’ve been friends for years.”

“Has she always been…you know.” Mumbo carefully considers his choice of words. “Did she use to look any different?”

Grian shrugs. “Maybe.”

“You don’t know?”

“A lot of people have looked a lot of different ways over the years.” Grian closes the lid of the chest. “You can’t expect me to remember everything.”

He has a point, unfortunately. “What about since the last time you saw her?”

“You mean ten minutes ago? I doubt she’s changed much since then.”

Mumbo rolls his eyes. “Before today.”

“That was…a couple months ago, I think. Or a couple years. One of those.”

Sometimes, Grian is an extremely frustrating person to hold a conversation with. “I just want to know why she’s made out of yarn and stuffing!”

“Oh! Why didn’t you just say so?”

“Because—” Mumbo stops, realizing he might be equally at fault here. “I thought it would be rude.”

“Well, to answer your question,” Grian says, “I haven’t the slightest idea why she’s like that.”

“You never asked her?”

“I thought it would be rude.”

“That’s never stopped you before,” Mumbo points out.

“Excuse you! I don’t go around asking why you’ve got that mustache.”

Mumbo strokes the mustache in question, feeling a little self-conscious. “I think it’s a nice mustache.”

“Me too,” Grian says. “I also think Pearl looks nice the way she is.”

“So do I,” Mumbo agrees quickly. “Really, I do.”

“Glad we agree!” Grian pats him on the back, and Mumbo leaves even more confused than before.

—

Grian’s still thinking about his conversation with Mumbo when he goes to ask Pearl for help with a build.

The build in question is actually a prank on Mumbo, but that’s not why it’s on his mind. In the few weeks since they spoke about Pearl, it’s occurred to him that there is something a little different about her—he just can’t quite put his finger on it.

“Have you gotten a haircut recently?” he asks her. “It looks nice.”

“Don’t be silly,” Pearl says. “You can just tell me you like my new wings!”

Right, of course. The wings. Grian feels a little embarrassed that he didn’t realize. “I do quite like them,” he says. He knows that Pearl’s wings have been there since the beginning of the season, it just hadn’t occurred to him that they were new. Like he said to Mumbo, he doesn’t keep track of these things.

“I appreciate it.” Pearl pokes him in the shoulder. “I like yours too, you know.”

“Yeah, well—” He rolls his eyes, his feathers instinctively fluffing up at the acknowledgement. “They aren’t exactly new.”

“I still like them!”

“Thanks.” Grian takes a closer look at her wings. They’re grey moth wings with a similar texture to the fabric that makes up the rest of her body, though they have more detail than any of her clothes. With such a small wingspan, they shouldn’t be aerodynamic enough to get Pearl off the ground, no matter how little she weighs. “You can’t fly with these, surely.”

“Not with that attitude I can’t.”

“I’ll be very impressed if you manage to prove me wrong.”

“Oh, yeah?” Pearl walks outside through the left-side door, and Grian follows through the trapdoors in the center. “Watch this!”

The way she rises is odd, to say the least. Grian is intimately familiar with the process of taking flight, and he’s pretty sure Pearl’s method violates the laws of physics. It’s not so much that she’s flying as it is that she’s being lifted, like an invisible hand is pulling her up by the feelers and holding her there, letting her dangle inelegantly in midair.

“Ta-da,” Pearl says, spreading her arms open.

Grian squints up at her. “When did ‘Suma give you access to creative mode?”

“I’m not cheating,” Pearl says, offended. She turns her back in midair, displaying her wings, which are slowly flapping back and forth. She begins to bob around in the air, sort of like a slow-motion hummingbird. It’s only marginally more convincing than her initial ascent.

“Fine,” Grian agrees, if only to get her to stop. “You can fly. I’m impressed.”

Mostly, he’s disturbed. His wings itch just looking at her.

“Thank you,” Pearl says, and much to Grian’s relief, lands beside him. “So what’s this about a tree war?”

The vague plans that have been taking place in Grian’s head will require flight for them both, but he really, really doesn’t want to watch Pearl hover like that ever again. “First things first,” he says. “Let’s get you an elytra.”

—

Keralis is no stranger to the unusual. He knows he’s a little unusual; people tell him so all the time! And unusual things are constantly happening around him, only some of which are his fault. But Pearl is really something special.

The first time she comes to visit, Keralis ropes her into a scheme he’s just come up with, which is to get a clock from Bdubs so he can do some interior decorating. This is only part of his motivation—he takes to the extraordinary like a moth to a flame, and there are many extraordinary things about Pearl. He wants to discover them all.

Like her player head, for instance. Normal player heads, dropped in the event of a player's death, have a very simple effect: when equipped, they give someone the physical appearance of that player from the neck up. Usually they don't feel like anything, but Pearl’s head behaves a little differently. The first time Keralis tries it on is a very disorienting experience.

He and Pearl continue to meet up over the course of the season, hatching various schemes to try and swindle Bdubs out of even more clocks. Tango joins them for their third meeting, and Keralis wears his Pearl head again. It still feels very funny, and he decides that sharing is caring. “Here, put on a Pearl head!” Keralis says, throwing Tango his spare.

Tango puts it on, and now two Pearls are looking back at him. “Is it supposed to feel like my head is full of cotton?”

“Yes, that is perfectly normal,” Keralis assures him. “You get used to it!”

“He’s right,” Pearl agrees. “I’m very used to it.”

Keralis squints at her in suspicion, but he currently has buttons for eyes, so he’s not sure if anything actually happens. “Was there a time when your head was not full of cotton?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Pearl says, “what with the cotton in my head and all. Makes it hard to remember these things.”

Keralis respects and admires that Pearl wants to maintain an air of mystery, so he laughs along. But he does not quite believe her.

—

On the day they decide to tear down an entire castle and rebuild it on Bdubs’ mountain, Keralis and Pearl wind up killing each other for fun midway through the project. Mumbo arrives with his end crystals to further complicate things, and after several rounds of recreational murder, Keralis puts on Pearl’s head again.

He knows what to expect by now, so the strangeness of it doesn't catch him off-guard. The interesting part comes when Pearl retaliates by putting on one of his heads. Keralis isn’t sure what he expected, but it’s not a knitted version of his own face staring back at him, complete with oversized black-and-white buttons for eyes.

“You've got a lovely head on your shoulders, Pearl,” he says. “Not terrifying at all.”

Mumbo turns to look at her too, and jumps about a foot in the air. “Good heavens!”

“What?” Pearl says, the picture of innocence. “Have I got something on my face?”

She blinks—and, come to think of it, Keralis can’t remember whether or not he’s ever seen Pearl blink before. Maybe he has, and he never noticed, but it’s hard not to notice when her eyes are so much larger. Mumbo seems to notice the same thing, because he asks, flabbergasted, “How on earth did you just blink with button eyes?”

Pearl does it again, twice in a row. Keralis is no closer to understanding how she does it, but he’s all the more invested in watching her to find out. “How do you blink with your goopy eyes?” Pearl asks.

“Oh, very easy. We use our eye muscles!” Keralis tries to demonstrate, but finds himself unable to do so. “Sorry, one second.” He pops off the Pearl head that he’s wearing and bats his eyelashes. “See?”

“Muscles, right. I’ve heard of those.” Pearl stretches her arms up to her head. “You used to have some, right, Mumbo? Do you still have ‘em?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because you’re a potato? Last I checked, potatoes don’t have muscles.”

“Yes, but surely…” Mumbo looks down at his arm, poking the skin—the peel?—around his wrist. “Oh, dear. Do I have muscles? How am I meant to tell?”

“I know!” Keralis draws his axe. “We can slice off a little piece of you and look inside!”

Mumbo goes faintly green, resembling a poisonous potato. “I would really rather you didn’t.”

“No, I like this idea,” Pearl agrees. “Aren’t you curious, Mumbo? I know I am.”

“And we could also find out what your head looks like on Pearl’s head,” Keralis suggests.

Mumbo sighs. “Fine,” he says. “But only because I strongly suspect you’re going to do it anyway.”

“I promise I will be careful,” Keralis says, crossing his arms behind his back. “Just a teeny tiny slice.”

“I don’t want to watch.” Mumbo holds out his arm and looks in the opposite direction.

Keralis cuts into Mumbo’s arm. Unfortunately, he misjudges the amount of strength needed to cut through a potato with a large axe, and ends up slicing off Mumbo’s entire hand. “Oopsy-daisy.”

“Ow,” Mumbo says, as Pearl picks up the hand from the ground. He sounds more annoyed than agonized. “Really?”

“It’s okay, it’s okay! Five minute rule, remember? You will be good as new after a nice respawn.”

“He’s potato all the way through,” Pearl reports, showing the hand to Keralis. “You don’t even have bones, Mumbo, see?”

“Can I get that respawn now?” Mumbo asks, still refusing to turn his head.

“Of course!” Keralis slices him through with the axe, then does it again. The hand that Pearl’s holding disappears, as does the rest of Mumbo, who pops up at the nearby respawn bed while Pearl picks up his player head from the ground and plops it on.

Similarly to Keralis’s head, Mumbo’s head on Pearl’s body is made out of interwoven material with button eyes. This time, however, the yarn has been replaced by what appears to be little strips of potato peels.

“Well, that’s distressing,” Mumbo says, summing up what they’re all thinking.

“I can’t see what this looks like,” Pearl says, “but it smells like raw potatoes in here.”

Her specification of raw gives Keralis an idea. “I wonder if we could put Potato Boy through a furnace?”

“I think I’ve had enough scientific experimentation for the day,” Mumbo says, gathering up his things from the chest. “I need to put an end to this whole potato business as soon as possible.”

After he leaves, Pearl walks over to the crafting table. “We could put his head through the furnace.” She crafts a furnace and sets it down, taking off the Mumbo head. “Aw, it won’t go in.”

“Too weird for normal Minecraft,” Keralis says, shaking his head.

Pearl laughs. “Story of my life.”

—

Next part >

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#aufest 2024 #pearlescentmoon #mumbo jumbo #grian #keralis #hermitcraft #my writing #my stuff #no shipping in this one btw (by request of my artist!)

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plumadot · 9 months ago

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Hopefully you can find it, I dont think there's many playlists on spotify called "Bard Scar". I hope you don't mind me using your art for the cover, I'll change it immediately if you do mind!

And please let me know what you think of the song selection 0v0

I FOUND IT. AND LISTENED TO THEM ALL (and using the art is fine!!!!!!!!!! <3)

gfjdkgjfdkg ok hmmmmmm

i really like "burn butcher burn" on this. because at the start i was like "this is to the secret keeper". but it's not. it's to his former self. he wants to burn that "persona" because he's someone different now. and if that person ever comes back he'll ruin everything. that's what i think now and it gave me chills hehe

"city of stars" but it's the city of boatem gkfdjgkf some place where they all wanted to make it big, but it just didn't work out that way... and they found home in each other instead. and maybe they can work with that!!!!! for a while...

"don't you dare" is so interesting because. objectively this should be a thing. but i don't think he sees grian this way!!!! he genuinely wants to get closer to this lit fuse of a guy kgjfdkgjf he doesn't care about getting hurt very much. though this could be a thing after he's spilled his secrets and thinks he's lost his partner because of it kgjfdkgj anyway i like it hehe

"noel's lament" is interesting because i like the over-all sentiment kgjfdkgj "i choose to burn out rather than fade away" nods nods nods this bard desperately wants to mean something

"everything i ever thought" is so GOOD gfdkjgkfdg "i wonder who i am" nfgdskjjsfkg baaaaaaaah idk what to say very very good also a good bard song in general i think hehe

BATTLE CRYYYYY,,,,,,, shakes you!!!!!!!! this is the answer to "i wonder who i am", the "i choose to burn out rather than fade away"!!!!!! it's all coming together!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's going to give it his all because that's who he is!!!!!! i keep thinking about laudna from critical role campaign 3 saying something like "the worst thing that'll ever happen to me has already happened" and i think scar has a similar mindset to that. his world has already fallen apart in the strangest way so he'd better try his best as a whole new person!!!!! and he loves his guys very very much

"allies or enemies" hehe are we fighting i guess we're fighting gkfjdgkf it's honestly just a matter of time before things fall apart between all of them (not just with grian) gkfjdkg they have very different goals and mindsets and backgrounds and even though they all care about each other they are very guarded. so i. i really like this one mhm

i'm not entirely sure why pike trickfoot is there but i super love pike so YAY

"ashes" is such a good tavern song i can totally see him performing it in between his merry repertoire and the whole tavern going quiet for it... because yeah... there's more to this free-spirited bard than meets the eye huh fjdkgjfd it's so interesting i really like it

TAVERN BRAWL GJFDKGJFDK YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES i wanna say this one is just for me i love vox machina gfjdkgjkf but YO this is such a good bard battle song in particular yes i love it

also i wanna say the amount of "can't help falling in love" is really funny because yes to me this man is a hopeless romantic in every sense of the word, not just romantic love. he has a romantic sentiment towards the world in general!!!!

SO YEAH. WHAT AN ESSAY I APOLOGIZE KGJFKDJG I HOPE YOU CAN SEE THAT I LOVE IT???? :D :D :D THANK YOU FOR THIS PLAYLIST AHHH IT'S SO FUN THANK YOU I HOPE YOU LIKE MY THOUGHTS TOO /sweats

#ask #plume dnd au #i just like having it in the tag i think

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if-loki-was-a-fox · 1 year ago

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I just randomly found ur blog and am now OBSESSED with the whole avian!mumbo concept

…….tell me everything there needs to be known abt it please I want to draw little bird boy (even tho my main way of doodlin mumbo is vampire but I WANT BIRD)

(apologies for the ramble I live laugh love moustache man)

(here's the previous avian!mumbo post for anyone curious)

It has taken me far too long to get the chance to respond to this ask and I have been so impatient because adjsaklfhaskghjd someone actually saw and enjoyed my unedited babbling about avian!mumbo :')

anyways I think I already said most of what I have coherent ideas on, and the rest is just nebulous vibes and happiness and fluff and hurt/comfort potential, but! I can share doodles and also reiterate/expand upon stuff I have already said

(putting it below a cut so I can make it soso long)

WING FLAPPIES!! I feel like this would definitely be something he'd appreciate about having wings, because I feel like it would be a more satisfying expression of emotion than like. stomping or bouncing or whatever. He would also totally struggle to control his avian body language, you can read his wings/ears/tail like a book, he's so unused to paying attention to and stifling his bird gestures. (Grian finds this beyond hilarious especially, because he can read Mumbo even better than everyone else being another avian)

His wings are red and black, though I haven't entirely decided if I'm gonna switch which goes where to make it match Grian's wings better. Since Grian is a Scarlet Macaw, Mumbo really ought to be too, but that would look just. so goofy. with his color scheme

AND SPEAKING OF LOOKING GOOFY- his wings look so silly for the first couple weeks. Until the feathers grow in properly, they're just kind of gradually more fluffy. raw chicken. wings. stuck to his back. because that's what baby parrots look like apparently! And then also pin feathers, before finally being pretty feathery bird wings

He also just accidentally passively collects the other members of Boatem's clothes. Grian does this too, but intentionally. Mumbo just does it without realizing and then gets confused about it because he doesn't understand the whole nesting thing, so someone else has to explain it to him

Oh and Mumbo tries to just go about his life without any changes or accommodations for his wings at first, because he doesn't want to ruin his clothes or generally have to change his routines. Grian and the others do not put up with this and persuade him to take proper care of the wings instead (<- this is a constant uphill battle for months)

On a more overarching note, Mumbo initially Does Not Like the wings, because they're just tiny and kind of ugly things that get in the way of his elytra and make him have to get all his shirts edited and they don't really do anything but cause him problems. Then once the wings start getting feathers and stuff and they have to start making preparations for learning to fly, it kind of becomes a bit of a bonding thing that brings Boatem together, with Mumbo starting to get used to them and accept them, and everyone else being able to help out with their care some (preening, stretches and exercises...).

Ultimately (probably sometime around HC 9), Mumbo ends up quite loving his wings in the long run. Once they're fully grown they're actually pretty impressive (since he's so tall they end up being a fair bit larger than Grian's, much to his annoyance) and Mumbo ends up putting a fair bit of effort into their upkeep and keeping them all nice looking (at least, when he's not too busy with other projects). He does still find a bunch of the other avian traits a little embarrassing (nesting, chirping, dietary restrictions, wings giving away his thoughts...) but he gets used to them.

#me answering asks #avian mumbo jumbo #avian!mumbo #mumbo jumbo #rambling about blorbos #rhyme glanced at my screen while I was writing this and accused me of writing an essay 😔#so uh. no pressure to read the whole thing. it is kinda long :P #hc8 avian!Mumbo au #thanks pheonix!

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sleepy0s · 1 year ago

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Scars not the brightest.

Got this idea from someone on discord and they let me use it! So ❤️ to them!!

Born-Watcher grian au

I’d like to give some grian backstory rq for this au

- Being born a watcher means he doesn’t actually have eyes - yes his ‘body’ has eyes but he can’t see out of them so you will notice purple eyes around when looking at him!

- Watchers aren’t “all mighty” sure they are still like mean, kidnapping, wanna kill ppl but they can’t do everything.

- Grian has wings! I just like wings. They are quite large and are colored a light purple with small eye patters (he can change how they look but srsly glamour is tiring)

Let’s get started!!!!

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Grian flew out of the alley, joining the rest of Boatem in the Boatem hole. “G! Your late!” Mumbo scolded him for a second before realising there was a lack of purple eyes- the ones that usually followed grian everywhere -which probably meant he wasn’t actually there. “Pearl, Grians doing the thing again.” He called Pearl over, the girl having known grian for a while and understanding how to get his attention.

She waltzed over to him, looked him square in his ‘eyes’ then slapped him- WAIT What! “PEARL!” Mumbo and impulse yelled whilst scar tried his hardest not to start laughing at grian who was rubbing his face and sulking, “I’m here, I’m here. Didn’t need to slap me.”

“It was the quickest way?” Pearl went back to her seat.

“G, what’s wrong anyway?? You never do that unless you're thinking about something.” Scar leaned over the edge, almost falling into the void but catching himself on the bedrock. “Scar please don’t fall, we aren’t catching you.” Mumbos voice called out from the other side, “but seriously, what’s up grian?”

Grian sighed, a few eyes popping into existence as he brought his full attention to the group “It’s nothing, just wondering what the Alley is missing.”

“What do you mean? It looks great.” Pearl kicked a rock into the void.

“I know, the sky just looks to… plain.”

“You should add stars!” Scar piped up.

“Use.. stars? How do you plan I use stars Scar?”

Scar looked at him like he was an idiot, well. He tried to look at him but the numerous eyes made it quite difficult, “Space, obviously.” Ah, Scar and his genius ideas.

“Space?”

“Yeah! Just zoom up there, grab a few stars then put them in your alley. I’m sure the moon won’t mind.” He used his hands to Mimic grian flying upwards

“Scar. I can’t fly to space? What do you think I am God?”

Scar crossed his arms, sulking, “Well you can’t with THAT attitude.” The rest of boatem looked at each other, deciding what needed to be done.

“Bye scar, remember we love you.”

“ Aw, well I love you guys to- wait what.”

Grian kicked him into the void before he could finish his sentence.

#boatem #hermitcraft #grian #pearlescentmoon #mumbo jumbo #avian grian #impulsesv #goodtimeswithscar #watcher grian #sleepy0s

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royallygray · 7 months ago

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PERIIII

@periwinklepaint PERIIIIII

I HAVE. A FIRST SCENE

OF AROUND MY SOUL AND BEYOND YOUR HORIZON

I AM GOD

Also if you have any tips for characterizing Guqqie that'd be appreciated :3 I try to make them bitchy as fuck but also I don't think they're accurate

and anything else

there's two more scenes in this chapter :D

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Grian soared through the sky, towards the beautiful setting sun. The colors flooded the evening sky, the cold air ruffling his feathers. His feathered wingtips brush against the cool, yet somehow comforting condensation of the clouds. Grian was part of the world, part of the sky, a significant and necessary part of the universe, in this way. He was of value, in this way, in this world, and—

“Sparrow!” a voice called.

Grian whirled around midair, shaking his head to clear his thoughts and hearing. He turned away from the setting sun, which was now barely visible over the land. Grian sighed mentally. Sunset was his favorite time of day. He expertly beat his wings to remain in place, scanning the ground below to search for the owner of the voice that called out to him. He narrowed his eyes. Fuck, he should really invest in wearing glasses on his nightly flying routines.

He squinted harder, his vision barely a line. He flew down from his place in the sky, closer to the ground, leaving his secluded air behind.

As he got closer to the ground, he saw a small blob of pink. Probably someone’s hair. Riptide? No. He would’ve recognized his own sister’s voice. Protesilaus and Nemesis shouldn’t be calling out to him so casually. And besides, Grian shouldn’t’ve flown so far that he made it to Algomera City, although it was technically plausible. Wait—

Algomera City wasn’t even west of Boatem. It was to Boatem’s south, closer to the center of their country.

“Hi, Sparrow!” the voice called again.

Oh. Grian did know this person. This was Frost. And now that he was closer, he could see Fauna, Frost’s mentor, standing right next to the pink-haired hero in training.

He landed directly in front of the two heroes, his soft shoes barely making a noise as they touched the ground. “Hello,” he said simply. Chaos Sparrow had a reputation for being very sparse with his words. But it also wasn’t like vigilantes were really ‘allowed’ to talk to heroes in the first place.

“How’s it going?” Frost asked, sounding like there was a frog in their throat.

Grian raised an eyebrow at them. While his mask covered his eyes, he could raise one eyebrow high enough that one could see it above the mask, thus giving Grian a wider range of nonverbal language to use. He was skeptical. Frost was hardly ever this friendly. Ever.

Frost’s mocking grin fell off their face, replaced with a much more normal looking resting bitch face. “I knew you were going to see right through that. I was wondering if you’d like to help me with a mission.” Frost put on a stunningly false smile.

“I’m a vigilante,” Grian said, deadpan. Vigilantes were not supposed to help heroes. Grian glanced at Fauna, who, by her body language, seemed desperately unimpressed with the whole situation. Grian wondered why she was letting Frost keep going with their pleading if she was so against talking to Grian.

“Please?” Frost asked. “We’re besties, Sparrow.”

Grian’s lip twitched. Frost used to be a vigilante called Frostbite. When the heroes recruited them, they had to switch their name to something less intimidating. The hero council had wanted to switch their name to Flora, to match Fauna, their mentor, but Fauna had fought tooth and nail to keep Frost’s name essentially the same. She’d succeeded, and Grian had had a new respect for Fauna ever since.

All the vigilantes of Boatem knew each other pretty well, either by exposure, or by rumors, or a-friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend knew them. There was a sort of code of trust among vigilantes. They really had no one else in the industry to fall back on to, so it was just them taking care of each other.

Martyn, also known as the vigilante The Hand, Lizzie, Grian’s sister, also known as the vigilante Riptide, Grian himself, known as Chaos Sparrow or just simply Sparrow, and Frost used to have movie nights atop tall buildings in the city, and they’d share gossip and popcorn over some sort of comforting animated movie.

Grian, Lizzie, and Frost had been on the vigilante/hero/villain scene for about twelve years now, which was slightly concerning as Grian was positive that the Frost standing in front of him could not be more than twenty-three.

Point is, Grian had history with Frost. And Frost was the youngster of the vigilantes. And Grian sometimes (sometimes) had a soft spot for young ones.

“What’s the mission?” Grian relented.

Something dangerous twinkled in Frost’s eyes. “Well, Fauna and I here were going to the Underground,” they said, nodding at their mentor, who was still stoically looking at Grian. “Care to join us?” they asked, flashing Grian a smile with all their pointy shining teeth.

Oh. That’s why they want me. Chaos Sparrow had all the information about the Underground that anyone could ever need, second only to the villain Scarlet, who was the ruler of the Underground and brought it back to some semblance of respect.

“What’s in it for me?” Grian challenged. He couldn’t have word getting out that he just did anything for anyone without a cost.

“I said please,” Frost said, tilting their head and jutting their chin out slightly. The motion reminded Grian of Jimmy, his own little brother. It was one of Jimmy’s favorite motions to get what he wanted.

Grian sighed. “Fine.”

“What the fuck?” Fauna asked, her first words of the interaction so far, but Frost wasn’t listening, and Grian pointedly ignored her. He was agreeing to this for Frost, not for Fauna, and not for the fucking hero company.

Frost grabbed Grian’s forearm and started pulling him along to the nearest Underground entrance, which Grian knew to be at the nearby shitty taco place. Frost gestured behind them for Fauna to follow.

When Grian glanced back behind himself, he saw Fauna following them, her steps on the earth as silent as if she were walking on air.

The streetlights were on, the sun gone, and the moon and the stars watched as the three made their way to the lawless land below the surface.

#soul horizon au #around my soul and beyond your horizon

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lunar-writes-things · 2 years ago

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26) Ending: A Finished Symphony sounds best with people who love you

"I'm sure nothing will go wrong Y/n," Impulse stepped closer and gave Y/n a hug "We're in this together and We'll all be safe."

Y/n stayed quiet for a moment before nodding.

"Okay," They said softly, feeling familiar arms wrap around them "I'm just..."

"Worried?" Grian asked

"yeah," Y/n murmured

"We will be fine," Scar said "I made sure the rocket is the safest place possible for us. I made sure of it."

"We love you Y/n," Pearl said and pressed a gentle kiss to their lips "and if you need us, we'll be right by your side."

there was a moment of quiet before Y/n spoke up and asked "Can you all stay with me tonight?"

"Of course Angel," Mumbo answered "Let's go get some sleep."

The next day, Y/n was packing necessities like food and a blanket for the ride on the rocket. They carefully placed their pickaxe, axe, sword, and shovel in the chest along with their armor that had fallen to the boatem hole multiple times. On the wall behind the chest, Y/n wrote a message into the book in quill on the lecturn beside them

Dear star,

Take care of my things, please.

I'm sure you will, but truth be told, I'm terrified of leaving each season. Leaving memories, hard-earned items, and sometimes even friends. Change is hard.

But this season, I might be leaving behind something even more special.

Boatem

A village I helped created and even found love in. I don't want to lose the memories I've made here, especially not those that kept me going when things were hard.

This village is nothing but that, a village, but to me, it will always be the place where I finally allowed myself to heal, to love, and even to find my happiness again.

Change is difficult, yes, but change is good.

If fate aligns perfectly, the stars will shine for us once again and We will stargaze upon the memories like they are the brightest stars in the galaxy.

Til we meet again, Your angel,

Y/n'sharmony

Y/n wiped away their tears as they closed the book and grabbed the space suit.

They had to leave... tonight.

Y/n sighed as they moved to their balcony, watching the boatem members scramble to get everything they needed ready. from this angle, they looked tiny.

Y/n didn't want to leave, but for the sake of their life and her friends? She would do anything.

She put on the suit as the sky began to bleed navy and as twinkling stars appeared with the ginormous moon peeking over the horizon.

As Y/n reached the door, they stopped and took a deep breath. They walked out and stopped at the edge of their cloud before turning around and looking at the full glory of their building and the village.

"Til we meet again My Boatem, My symphony," Y/n whispered before taking a step back and falling off the edge before opening their wings, the wind catching and slowing their fall until they reached the ground and were able to join the other in front of the rocket.

"Well," Grian said with a forced smile "This is it guys, How are we feeling?"

"Scared," Impulse said and there were murmurs of agreement

"I don't really wanna leave my home." Pearl said, tears brimming in her eyes behind the helmet "It was the first place I truly felt like me."

"We all feel that way Pearl," Mumbo said and wrapped an arm around her

"I don't wanna leave the memories we made here." Y/n admitted a sad smile on their face "I mean, I realized I had fallen in love with all of you in this very area. Why would I want to leave something so beautiful?"

"You wouldn't," Scar spoke up "truth be told, I don't think any of us would want to leave because of that reason. I know I don't."

"None of us do," Grian said "but we have no choice and we can't prolong any longer. Into the rocket, we go."

The rest of boatem followed Grian's lead and stumbled their way into the rocket. Some looking over their shoulders to give a silent goodbye and others never looking back so as to not cry.

Y/n was the last and behind them all and Y/n had looked over their shoulder and questioned their decision...

Do they really want to leave?

Yes, they had to

not just for themselves but for their friends, their partners.

they looked forward and walked into the rocket with the others and grabbed the rope supplied to tie them later in space. They were given there were six drop-down points.

five around the outer ring and a huge one in the middle.

"well, Y/n how do we drop?" Scar asked, "Inner or outer?"

"Inner," Y/n replied immediately "I want to be near all of you guys."

They all smiled and stepped on the dropdown point before tying a rope around their waist and grabbing their lover's hands.

“Y/n, before we drop,” Mumbo Spoke up “Will you tell us who you're choosing?”

“I want all of you,” Y/n stated softly and grabbed Pearl and Impulse's hand, the two that were to their left and right "and not even years in a void will ever change that."

"Well," Impulse smiled and looked at everyone "It seems like we have a lot to talk about while we're in the void."

With those words, the boatem members soon were doused in darkness with smiles on their faces and no fear to be seen

And with this, our Season 8 was done.

crushed into oblivion by the beautiful moon Y/n once admired and is now terrified of-

well- the moon in the sky was the one they were terrified of

but the one currently curled in Y/n's arms had Y/n swooning with her messy morning hair and dried drool on their chin. Y/n smiled as they pressed a gentle kiss to Pearl in their current starter base.

there were three months in the void until all five of the Boatem members fell into a bright clear sky and hard stone that killed all of them on impact. Other members began to pop up again too. soon within a few minutes, the entire cast was in the new season of Hermitcraft.

Season 9

and this season, Y/n was starting off the season with something they never had before.

Their partners.

During the three-month wait, they had discussed how it would work between them and some other confessions had come out as well. Apparently, Both Mumbo and Scar had a crush on Grian that they thought was just bromance. Impulse was slowly sneaking around Pearl with subtle glances and longing looks. Pearl had her eyes on both Scar and mumbo and of course Y/n's attraction to all of them and their attraction to Y/n.

Now that was an interesting talk but that would be saved for later

Right now, Y/n's door opened, and through groggy and closed-looking eyes, they saw Scar, Impulse, Grian, and Mumbo sneak into the home and look at their girlfriend and partner, pulling out their comms to take pictures with huge grins and quiet coos.

"Come here," Y/n whispered and raised an arm, the boys grinned and set down their comms, and got into bed with their partners pressing soft kisses to both of their lips "You guys were gone before I woke up, what's going on?"

"We'll tell you two when both of you are up at the same time," Impulse murmured "For now, however, I would love to cuddle and sleep?"

"Of course Impy," Y/n murmured "Let's sleep."

getting on that ship was the best decision Y/n had ever made.

Even if they had to leave behind the physical memories, they always had the mental memories and those can last a life time if Y/n always had their Boatem, their symphony, around them.

After all, A finished symphony sound best with people who love you

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skrimbled · 2 years ago

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Masterpost

About me

My name's Finnlie! I use they/it/that/bee/shae pronouns, and am agender. I've got the 'tism too so i'd like to politely request people are wary of what tone they're giving off when talking to me. ^^

My main interests:

Phasmophobia

Paranormal Investigation as a whole

EPIC The Musical

Clangen

Rain World

School Bus Graveyard

Hermitcraft

Life series

Empires SMP

FNaF

Pokemon

I love rambling about my interests please ask me about my interests i'm so lonely-

General Tags

#chatty chat - anything not a link or art

#Finns final braincell overheating - for my delerious and insane ramblings that i do when i'm too hyper. Usually batshit insane stuff

#ant cat posting - any posts related to @plumadot's minecraft server

#Skrunkly posting - any posts related to my modded server Skrunkly SMP

#tee hee block game - miscalaneous minecraft stuff (builds and shit)

#dailyempires reblog - any reblogs of my favourite days from my side blog DailyEmpires

#reblog - anything i reblog. Im not sure if i need this tag on here but it's on here.

#horizon reblog - reblogs for my clan gen blog

#team jits phasmo - art for the JITS phasmophobia streams. Not technically a general but i wanted to mention it so it can go here for now :]

The Runaways (v1, discontinued)

(a traffic series fic) Tags

#runaways smp au - the general tag

#traffic series fanfic - the other general tag

#runaways smp fanfic - the tag mainly used for the links to the chapter uploads

#runaways smp au grian - anything about Grian

#runaways smp au jimmy - anything baout Jimmy

#runaways smp au pearl - anything about Pearl

#runaways smp au martyn - anything about Martyn

#runaways smp au joel - anything about Joel

#runaways smp au scott - anything about Scott

#runaways smp au mumbo - anything about Mumbo

#runaways smp au others - anything about characters not in the main cast

Boatem Fantasy AU Tags

(a mcyt fantasy au inspired by boatem knights au by Appelstruda and Hopepetal)

#boatem fantasy au - general tag

#bfau - general tag

#bfau lore - whenever i talk about the characters or world

#bfau art - whenever i draw the au

#bfau boatem - posts about our main cast

#bfau others - posts about people not in the main cast

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shadeswift99 · 3 years ago

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Hermempirescraft Jimmy should still get canary wings except this time he has two servers’ worth of People With Experience to help him.

YESSSSSS - although given who we're dealing with here, I'm not exactly sure if "help" is the right word -

Jimmy's wings start coming in a week after the Hermempirescraft fusion. By now, he's just about figured out that something about him spells bad news in situations where death is a possibility. Every time he's walked past the Boatem hole, somebody falls into it, and he's completely given up saying hi in chat in the morning because of how often the greeting is "coincidentally" followed by a death message. In this world, though, respawn seems to be a more sure thing than in the Empires world alone, so it doesn't really cause him any stress. It's just funny and kind of annoying. The wings, though...are a bit harder to come to terms with. It was just really sudden, and it itches, and how is he supposed to use these things when he can barely even land with an elytra without breaking an ankle on a good day - !

Thankfully (?) he has Grian and fWhip! They're here! They have wings! They're ready to help! By giving wildly conflicting advice! Loudly! At the exact same time! :D

Grian genuinely wants to be helpful, but he's just had his wings for so long that he doesn't really serve as a great teacher for how to adjust to them at the beginning. Also, his "bully Jimmy" instincts are so strong that most of his "advice" just boils down to flying loops around Jimmy's head while saying "why can't you just do this, Tim! Just fly like this!" Meanwhile, fWhip has a lot more recent experience with navigating newfound winged-ness, but his daredevil tendencies really don't mesh well with Jimmy's desire to Not Die Eight Million Times in the process of learning. Any question along the lines of "well how did you figure this part out?" usually ends up with fWhip showing off his wide collection of scars from minor scrapes and scratches earned bouncing off rooftops and clipping fences as he zoomed around the Grimlands to improve his muscle memory.

Between the two of them, though, Jimmy does learn a lot! By flying away from them. Rapidly. They've concocted some game for him to "improve reflexes" that involves playing chicken with a piece of lit TnT, and Jimmy isn't really sure where this whole thing went so badly off the rails but he knows damn well he doesn't want anything to do with that -

Of course, after he does manage to get airborne in the combination of panic and explosion updraft, fWhip and Grian claim that that was their plan all along and are very pleased with themselves for being such good teachers. They genuinely are proud of Jimmy, though! They take off and fly with him as he woops and spins and enjoys the feel of the breeze through his new feathers, and they all land in a laughing heap when Jimmy realizes he doesn't have the built up muscle to stay flying for long yet. That will develop with time, though - time, more "fun games", and many more teaching sessions to come.

#hermempirescraft #jimmy solidarity #< tagging for the canary Jim enjoyers #this might actually be my favourite one yet #i don't tend to take to avian!Grian or anything like that usually but I am not immune to fight lessons with the winged lads :')

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chickinscratch · 3 years ago

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HCS8 Scar + 🏵️

Snippet from a non-existant fic

Excerpt from “Before The Fall” - 8 times Scar charms the Void. #3.

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It’s colder this time, Scar acknowledges numbly. He’s gotten used to it, by this point, the panic catching in his chest as gravity guides his plummeting form long since having fallen out somewhere along the way. Maybe it landed with the animals littered above the chasm. Did they ever worry about falling in? No one ever talked about their feelings. Maybe they were scared.

He should probably be more scared.

He considers his inventory, briefly - whatever he could recall he had on him. His elytra, some armor; that’d suck to replace. Grian would probably give it to him anyways. His hat had drifted away somewhere above him. (An image flickered in his mind of the hat landing gracefully onto the head of their CEO’s statue. It’d probably suit him.) Everything else was negligible.

Was it taking longer than usual? He could swear it was taking longer. Or maybe he was just feeling particularly sluggish this descent. He didn’t remember the Boatem Hole being this deep. He had only just passed the first deepslate. It was getting colder. It wasn’t usually this cold.

Finally, the bedrock sweeps by him, shifting into a slate sky above and growing smaller and smaller as the Void prickles at his back. The heat seeps from his body in an instant as darkness envelops him. Fear rears in his mind, far overdue, finally prompting him to gape at the lack of air. Sudden weight presses against him from all sides, and the first tick of damage wracks his body. A thousand words catapult through his head all at once, battling to be pushed out with his breath.

Wait, they say, Please! Stop! Hold on! Not again! Ouch! It’s cold! It’s dark!

Instead what falls out of his mouth is “Your pants!”

Very articulate, Scar.

But for a moment the cold ebbs (or maybe that’s the sudden onset of hypothermia. He doesn’t know how this works). The pressure eases. Despite himself, he continues.

“Give me your pants,” he demands Nothing, surprising himself with his own even tone. There is reprieve. A bubble of Void around him, ever brief, like even the fabric of the Universe itself is baffled by his nonsense.

The second damage tick takes longer than it should, but eventually the weight and darkness crashes over him again. He presses on.

“I mean it!” A third damage tick, but it’s weaker. Much weaker than it should be. “Do you even have pants?” How is he even still speaking? There’s no air, but somehow he feels as though the blanket of darkness is waiting, morbidly curious for him to continue. To watch him dance. He’s always been one to put on a show.

“I give you all my items- so many items, do you know how hard those are to get? And my XP! Probably hundreds of levels worth!” His voice tilts towards giddy. He straightens his jabot. “Do you know how we respawn up there? Butt naked! Scared in our underwear - if even! And you’re down here, keeping all our things.” He veers tones - what does it matter; he’s not sure his audience can answer. “What do you do with it, anyways?”

The pressure eases again, now rumbling gently against him, curious. There’s no answer, but the fourth tick of damage doesn’t even take half a heart. He’s regenerating health, now. The Void doesn’t seem to care. He rotates in the dead space (he doesn’t even question how, simply wills it. It’s the logical thing to do, after all; face his customer like a businessman should.) and leans on his cane.

“Tell ya what, since you’re already taking the literal clothes off my back- the elytra, armor, tools, XP, you can keep. Might as well make it a whole set, right? Wouldn’t want you to be all mismatched; gotta keep fashionable these days! But I get your pants and keep the copper, hm?”

The void shifts. Another tick. Hesitant.

“Okay, okay - you drive a hard bargain, but you didn’t let me finish! I’ve got about three stacks here,” He thumbs through them, exhibiting his wares to the lack of audience. “I keep two, maybe two and a half? I’ll make you somethin’ nice with it, pay you back later - it’s an investment! I get pants now, you get more of other people’s pants in the future, plus my pants as a down payment.”

The Void considers him again, and for a moment the nothingness beneath his feet is solid enough to support his weight. For a moment the darkness around him sparkles brightly. For a moment, he is suddenly warm.

Goodtimewithscar fell out of the world.

“Scar?” Grian pokes his head through the bedroom door. Scar blinks at him, offering a weary smile as he slides out of his bed.

“Do you need a Perhaps You Perished Par-” Grian’s voice catches, falls. His brows furrow as he cocks his head.

“...Did you get new pants?”

#ask game #chicken scratch #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #anonymous

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angeart · 1 year ago

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AU Masterpost [tags]

I think it's time. So I can keep track, and you guys know what's out there and how to search for it <3 Bear in mind that some AUs are more like concepts and might only have a single thought/art underneath their tag, but there might be more added to them in the future. If you're curious about anything, you can always ask! (I'm very easily convinced to drop rambles, as has been proven in the past—)

Help Me To Breathe [hmtb]

my main multi-chapter story, set in s8 boatem. deaths abruptly hurt on hermitcraft, and each respawn makes it worse. scar dies a lot by grian's hands, before grian even learns (the hard way) that things hurt now. welcome to a scarian angst hellhole where 3rd life flashbacks hit like bricks and guilt is mercilessly spilled everywhere <3

this fic is the epitome of it gets worse before it gets better. trust me.

cws: violence, ptsd, anxiety attacks, delusions, unhealthy coping mechanisms, suicidal ideation, suicide, temporary character death... please check tags on AO3 which i try very hard to keep updated

tags: #hmtb - an all-encompassing tag for fic updates, rambles, and art. (sometimes #hmtb art is also used in tandem, where relevant.)

fic: Help Me To Breathe on AO3

Hunted hybrids [hhau]

hermitcraft s8 got code-attacked and all the hermits got scattered into different worlds, lost and stuck in unfamiliar places, not knowing if their home still exists. the au follows scar and grian who ended up in the same world (although originally unaware)—a world dangerous and hostile to hybrids. grian is an avian, scar is a vex, and they're hunted relentlessly. also, it's permadeath <3

this au is self-indulgently used in RP and co-owned by linkito

cws: violence, blood, dehumanisation of hybrids, self harm (feather plucking), mentions of suicidal ideation... [updated cws in the hhau masterpost]

tags: #hhau

this one got out of hand so >> hhau masterpost <<

Boatem circus

scar, a sea-lion hybrid, builds a circus as a safe haven for all the hybrids and misfits that have nowhere to belong and need a place to heal. they all carry their own traumas and wounds, and scar gives them what they never had: gentleness and options and freedom to roam or leave. but it's not easy, navigating a growing community of varying triggers and buried pasts.

au put together with stiffyck

cws: ptsd, panic attacks, fear of fire, loss and grief, mentions of captivity/torture/abuse

tags: #boatem circus au

fics: don't be afraid, little bird (there are no cages around you now) —&— elegy

[AO3 series link]

Sleep demon Grian

grian is a sleep demon, existing in the dreamscape, able to manipulate dreams and thriving on giving people nightmares. he meets scar in a dream, immediately intrigued and amused by his reactions, and he keeps coming back to him. scar, despite all the nightmares being thrown at him, catches a glimpse of his perpetrator, and grows curious in turn. they start talking, everything eventually culminating into a ritual and a summonning circle. grian, in the waking world, needs to learn how to exist somewhere where he can get actually hurt, and come to terms with the fact that he has locked away memories and trauma.

cws: injuries, fear, panic, nightmares(?), trauma, violence, memory repression

tags: #sleep demon grian au

au rambles: here

fics: the nightmare snippet —&— even if it hurts (and even if it isn't a dream) you can have a home here

Cursed forest

found family boatem, where each of them carry their own heavy past and an attached curse. they thought they'd never find a place to settle that'd accept them and let them heal. but they found each other, deep in a hidden away forest, littered by bones and flowers, death and hope. (honestly, just see the au rambles.)

au put together with stiffyck

cws: animal death, necromancy, grief and guilt, body horror

tags: #cursed forest au

rambles: here

fics: even with death haunting your footsteps, your flowers will bloom again

Spill my blood AU

grian and scar have known each other before the world fell apart. they were equal parts aquaintances and something much deeper—allowed to be close during the most vulnerable, raw moments, yet never orbiting too close outside of them.

grian used to be in a bad relationship, and scar at the time just happened to be the roommate of grian’s best friend, mumbo. that is, until a too-close call forced mumbo and scar to finally save grian out of that situation for good, and then, only a couple days later, before things even had time to fully settle, scar—freshly turned into a vampire by a desperate third party, and too terrified of losing control and hurting those he loves—had no choice but to leave, abandoning them in the aftermath.

now, years later, they run into each other and reunite in the apocalypse, both them and the world forever changed.

au put together with plantie for our rp.

title based on our working doc title spill my blood at the end of the world

cws: mentions of abuse, unhealthy relationship, violence, dark thoughts, trauma, breakdowns, dissociation, panic attacks, suicidal ideation, blood, general vampire stuff, being turned into a monster, fear of loss of control, rot and decay of a mycelium apocalypse, zombie thematics, hybrid dehumanisation, mentions of trafficking and experimentation, post apocalypse survival, hallucinations, sickness

tags: #spill my blood au

Snowbird AU

hybrids don’t have a place in civilised society, seen as too animalistic, the line between human and wildlife too blurry for them to be accepted. they’re rare, hiding away and living off on their own in their little communes, keeping to themselves.

one winter, grian’s all alone, struggling to survive. as a migratory species, he wasn’t meant to stay. he wasn’t meant to be alone. he doesn’t really know how to build a nest that the snow wouldn’t destroy. isn’t sure how to stay warm, or which direction he’s meant to go. he gets caught in a snowstorm that blows him, tired and cold and wounded, to the edge of scar’s backyard.

scar is a zookeeper. he knows a lot about animals, but next to nothing about hybrids. he never expected to come face-to-face with one… much less one hurt and scared and in distress. as he coaxes the avian to let him help, his mind is spinning wondering if bird wing injuries and avian wing injuries should be treated the same, and what is he going to do?

scar ends up bringing grian to his house, putting him in his bed, warm and soft and safe. grian’s never been in a place like this, bright and walled and— heated. and he was told his whole life to steer clear of humans, but scar doesn’t seem like he wants to hurt him, and oh, grian’s never felt so cozy. maybe it’d be okay to let scar help? maybe it’d be okay to stay for a little bit? (after all, the outside is so cold—)

they’re both in an unfamiliar situation, but maybe… maybe they’ll both come out of it with far more than they expected.

au put together with lyrai

cws: injuries, sickness, grief, dehumanisation of hybrids, kidnapping, claustrophobia, wing clipping, distress of being grounded, panic attacks, fear of touch

tags: #snowbird au

Ari AU

grian (he/she) is ariana griande (ari), a famous singer beloved by the crowds. except things start getting a bit too out of hand. there are stalkers and people who think they have the right to ari's personal life, the right to see and dictate everything. the press gets out of hand. maybe the crowds get too rowdy. maybe—

more scared and overwhelmed by the second, grian gets a bodyguard. that bodyguard is scar. things continue to escalate though, and by the time ari calls a break in her career, everything's irreparably breaking down around her.

(If it wasn't clear yet, this is one very dark, very heavy, very human story. There's love and so, so, so much despair. Things go wrong and then worse.)

au with ben

cws: papparazzi hounding, stalkers, lack of privacy, blurring of self, drugging and [attempted] SA, physical assaults, self harm, overdose, medical trauma, restraints, seizures, ptsd, depression, suicidal stuff (including several attempts)

tags: #ari au

au rambles: [part I] - [part II] - [part III] - [part IV] - [part V] - [TBC]

au art:

downfall in three stages - here lake scene art - here

Murder cannibal AU

… or the fucked up one where grian has a silly crush on scar and scar takes him camping. he’s showing grian how to hunt—a concept grian’s uneasy about, but scar’s so close, guiding his hand, so it’s totally worth it—when they get ambushed by a group of campers. they attack without hesitation, and while grian’s stunned and confused and scared, scar lifts his hunting rifle and shoots without as much as a flinch.

three bodies later, scar reveals that they were probably upset about "what scar’s done to their friend". and through the shock, things start clicking in grian’s head. oh. oh. he— he needs to run. he feels the eyes on him, feels the gun that’s surely pointing at his back now. scar’s just killed people and seems wholly unbothered. bile rises in grian’s throat together with terror and his body moves, scrambling to get away.

scar moves after him with ease, and after a bit of a chase, shoots grian’s ankle. he brings him into an isolated cabin deep in the woods, tying him up but also fixing up his injuries. grian’s terrified, and as days progress, scar nonchalantly lets him witness more death as he brings in people—sometimes still alive—to butcher up for food, staining the cabin’s floorboard with blood.

and somewhere along the lines, something in grian caves and gives in to this new messed up reality he’s been thrown into.

au put together with ben

cws: kidnapping, murder, all forms of violence, gore, cannibalism, a really fucked up cast of characters, mutilation, self mutilation, mind breaking, torture, major character death, fucked up concepts of love

tags: #murder cannibal au

Homewards au

after every life game, all players respawn safe and sound and healed in their beds, back in their home world. except for grian, who’s instead thrust into the void, his ex-Watcher code dragging him where he’s no longer meant to belong (—where he’s terrified to be). without a proper respawn, still hurt and completely alone, he has to navigate the endless void, fighting off Watchers and horrible memories, and find a way home.

and there’s one way to get through the void to a server world: bedrock holes.

au put together with lyrai

cws: injuries, PTSD, ??? [to be determined]

tags: #homewards au

Assassin AU

grian is an assassin, scar is elven nobility. one day, grian is sent to kill scar, which seems a simple enough job. except when they meet, they find that they actually know each other—they've met when they were kids and quickly became unlikely friends, with scar giving away a magical amulet to grian as a gift. (an amulet he still has.) scar was eventually found (turns out he was a noble runaway/lost kid) and dragged away, and grian never found out who he truly was or what happened to him and why he disappeared.

... until now.

now scar's life is at the tip of grian's blade, and grian finds himself conflicted, unwilling to kill the one person he's ever managed to connect with (even if it was years ago, and they've both changed beyond repair since). but grian knows that if he won't finish this job, someone else will.

so on an insane impulse, grian does the desperate thing and whisks scar away, uprooting both of their lives and exchanging everything they've known for a ragged life on the run.

except turns out, there's a reason why people want scar dead, and they're not going to give up the pursuit.

cws: blood and violence, mind control, being generally oblivious about life, survival scenario, murder, possible animal death

tags: #assassin au

Misguided Heroes

scar is secretly hotguy, a hero meant to protect the people. grian is a shopkeeper at barge, but with self-proclaimed king ren wreaking havoc on economy and making life of ordinary citizens so much harder, he decides to secretly play vigilante, cuteguy, and stage a one-man rebellion.

also, scar and grian are roommates.

au with sima

cws: injuries, illusions messing with perception/reality, [to be determined]

tags: #misguided heroes au

Grumbo apocalypse AU [monster horror AU]

mumbo wakes up to the world as he knows it gone. no more point to a routine office job, no more awkward neighbourly smalltalks, no more tired grocery shop runs. instead, the sky is bright white, the sun is black, weird glitchy reality rifts open up around, and death lurks in every shadow. amidst it all, the city is overrun by various monsters that shift and change and screech, killing off anything that moves.

when eventually one of them breaks into mumbo’s apartment, he does not move a muscle, completely freezing on the spot. it’s his lack of panicked movements that saves him in the end.

the creature that’s crouched down in front of him, looking at him curiously, is grian. he’s existed long before the apocalypse, but the nature of this doom has scrambled some instincts and control, pushing his kind into a more aggressive, feral state. they’re shapeshifters, in the most literal sense of the word—their bodies are not a constant, instead a horrory amalgamation of various, ever-shifting things, squelching and skittering.

oh, and they steal and mimic people’s voices; the captured and reproduced sounds are grian’s only method at human communication at the very start. (it’s mostly death screams. there’s not a lot of chatter when people see them in the apocalypse—)

mumbo somehow finds himself still alive after this encounter, and grian decides to be very protective over his new friend in the hostile world. they struggle to navigate not only the new landscape of the apocalypse, but also each other and themselves.

au put together with ben

cws: apocalypse, body horror, identity issues, end of the world feelings, monsters, fear, nightmares, communication issues, mentions of death, violence, killer instincts, horror vibes

tags: #grumbo apocalypse monster au

ben’s masterpost: here

Ghost Scar AU

grian is a paranormal investigator. scar is a ghost. they meet, they talk, and grian resolves to do his best to make scar feel less lonely.

cws: dead character??? he's a ghost dw he's fine-

tags: #ghost scar au

fics: you exist in silence (i'll help you make a sound)

Silly vampire Scar

scar is a vampire living in a mansion too big and too lonely for him. grian and mumbo are survivors in a world riddled with monsters, which they learn to hunt and kill. one night, they seek shelter in what seems to be an abandoned mansion, only to find out there is a sole occupant in it: a strange, chippery vampire who's keen on keeping them there.

cws: general vampire and monster stuff, [to be determined]

tags: #vampire scar au

fics: [one day]

Cuteguy AU

scar is hotguy, grian is his sidekick cutecuy. one day, things go wrong and a building explodes with scar still inside. the body is never found. hotguy is presumed dead. that is, until cuteguy comes face to face with a new villain that is oddly familiar—

idea loosely bounced off of stiffy's TOGH au

cws: blood, violence, delusions, brainwashing, grief, loss of identity, presumed major character's death (twice. wild. huh.)

tags: #cuteguy au

Hybrid farms AU [respawn version]

with food growing scarce, hybrids have been separated from society, rounded up, and put into farms. they’re kept captive in inhumane conditions, slaughtered over and over again (thanks to respawn mechanics) to feed the general populace.

grian was born in captivity, but briefly tasted the outside life in his teens, meeting mumbo. he was promised there’s a place he can be safe, but before mumbo could deliver on his promises, grian was recaptured and plunged back into the circle of tight spaces, pain, and death.

eventually, he manages to escape and makes it to hermitcraft, where he clingily attaches himself to mumbo. and then he meets scar…

au put together with ben

cws: dehumanisation of hybrids, slaughter, captivity, repeated death, cannibalism, trauma

tags: [none so far; this lives in our DMs]

Vex Hunger AU [kidnapping/griangst AU]

grian (avian) and cub (vex) get kidnapped and shoved in a little cell. they’re cherry picked for their hybridity, used without consent by unethical researchers who are eager to prove that vex hybrids should be given mob status rather than a player status. the method is simple: provide avian-suitable food, but nothing for the vex to eat, and wait until he starves enough to go feral, proving vexes are dangerous.

with respawns anchored in their little cell, they don’t have a choice on what happens next.

they are eventually found and rescued by the hermitcraft crew, but not before the awful unstoppable circle repeats over and over again; they’re found huddled up on opposite ends of the cell, dried blood and viscera splattered in between them.

the path to healing afterwards is rocky and sometimes it feels insurmountable.

au put together with ben

cws: kidnapping, captivity, hybrid dehumanisation, starvation, assault, panic, cannibalism, gore and death, self hate, loss of control, Trauma™, bad coping mechanisms, self destructive tendencies

tags: [none so far; this lives in our DMs]

Dancing zombies AU [zombie whisperer scar AU]

it’s zombie apocalypse and grian, scar, and mumbo build themselves a little settlement, each of them playing a different pivotal role. mumbo’s in charge of security, defenses, and traps; grian’s in charge of building, scouting, and venturing out for resources; scar’s in charge of building upkeep, landscaping, animal keeping, and meals.

everything seems normal for a while, except… turns out, scar can talk to zombies.

(and turns out, they listen.)

… this au involves grian’s fear (and distrust) of zombies, silly scams, zombie intel, misunderstandings, flowercrowns, dancing, scar building an amusement park full of zombie cast, and a death moat full of zombies that makes both grian and scar uncomfortable for different reasons

cws: zombie apocalypse, general zombie gore, panic attacks, assaults, survival scenario

tags: [none so far]

Papers please AU

what it says on the tin. scar lives with his cat jellie in a cold, small, state-provided apartment and gets assigned a job as an immigration officer at a border checkpoint. he... isn't great at the job, but doesn't have a choice, and needs the money to keep them fed and healthy. grian is the head of resistance, because of course he is <3

cws: dystopian world, cold, hunger, sickness, potential pet death, injuries

tags: #papers please au

Spirit AU

grian is an avian living freely in a patch of forest. that is, until he gets caught by people who think hybrids are on-par with working animals, and is shackled and hurt and trained, to serve. there is a looming war, and flight-capable carriers are very valued (but not much cared for). scar is a vex hybrid, coming from a settlement that's kinder to hybrids, who also gets captured. they meet in captivity, and things happen.

cws: hybrid slavery, hybrid dehumanisation, loss of freedom, abuse, warzone stuff

tags: #spirit au

DL rp AU

grian and scar in double life, soulbound and with vague memories of previous life games. their soul connection transfers not only all the pain and injuries, but also emotions. and they both feel. a little too much. (they're a mess, but also in love, as they should be)

au for rp with sima

cws: they very sad; self destructive tendencies (sorry there's no self in this one, they are linked and there's always collateral-)

tags: #dl rp

Half sea town AU

a town half-submerged into the sea. the upper half is reserved for humans, who are seen as better, richer, the posh and the nobility. the lower half, the submerged part, is slum-like, reserved for seafolk, seen as lesser. many seafolk learn to live on land, to improve their standing (not necessarily living situation; they do need water). mumbo lives amongst the nobility. scar lived his whole life in the sea. grian, even though he belongs to the seafolk, lives on land. mumbo's best friend, forever trying to be something he isn't.

a crackers collective au

cws: er.. class divide?, self worth issues, needs denial in a way?

tags: #half sea town au

The underwater AU that somehow fails to have a name the first thing i ever posted on tumblr woo.

an underwater au set somewhere in the wide, deep sea. merfolks. mumbo is a prince, grian, jimmy, and joel are his guards. scar is a deep-sea fish, and tales say those are scary and horrendous and dangerous. (he's just a silly guy, pls)

stiffy/crackers collective au

cws: injuries, idk

tags: #mer au

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smaller aus/ideas:

last life scar: #post-ll scar's issues with touch

fixing double life scarian: #fixing dl au

puppeteer scar: #puppeteer scar au

cannibal scar/forest (the game) au: #forest au

life games king au: not on tumblr but i should tell u about it one day

...and more

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some other aus that i have yoinked and might have content for:

#space grian au - another au that belongs to ben. also burrowed my way in to this one. hehe. (ben none of your aus are now safe from me.)

#snifflins au - crackers group au, based on that one time jimmy and scar were piglinmynose, and joel and grian were sniffermyfeet - twisted into snifflers and piglin hybrids (snifflins!) in the aftermath, trying to get used to their new bodies and instincts and needs.

#desert alien scar au - belongs to stiffy

+ a whole bunch of others <3

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(if i missed any cws for any of the aus, please let me know!)

reinstating that if you're curious about anything, i don't bite! come ask!

[my AO3]

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sparxwrites · 3 years ago

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(Inspired by this post.)

Part of the Eldritch Boatem series.

[ao3]

The narrative is coming to get him.

Scar’s always been one for telling stories. It’s a remarkably effective way of getting what he wants. Not easy, no – though he makes it look easy. But it is effective.

Everyone loves a story! Hermits love a story, especially; there’s a reason he’s ended up with Hermitcraft as his home server. He’s yet to find a server where the players don’t, though. You tell the right story, and people will give you anything. Anything. It’s like having a masterkey to every lock in the universe. You pick a story, and you set the seed of it, you nurture it, you tame and control it into an extension of your will – you shape it just for the listener, and then watch as their heart opens up soft and half-voluntary beneath your hands from the flattery of it all.

The danger of opening locked doors for fun and profit, of course, is that some doors are locked for a reason.

Which is why Scar is careful with his stories. He tells stories about people – that diamond chestplate for five hundred friendship points, they’re valuable, I promise – or things – you need to flatter the enchanter, or it won’t work, just whisper some sweet nothings – but not the universe. You don’t tell stories about the universe. The universe has enough stories of its own to be getting on with, thank you very much.

The respawn is one story, or rather many, hundreds of stories told about stories across thousands of worlds; as many tries at your story as you want, if you believe that, and you may only tell this story once, if you believe that, and between two and seven tries, apportioned to each according to what they deserve, and when the red descends at last life you will kill those whom you love, and everything in between. Admins are another, wordsmiths capable and crazy enough to whisper sweetly to the universe and beg of it a favour or two; make me a world, a server, a haven and let me decide who to share my story with and let me trail my fingers across the source code of creation, let me dip into it, let me tweak and twist and pull. Creative mode, another; give us your story, and we will give you everything and trust us, there is space for the whole of the universe inside your head, would we lie to you? and come be we and be free.

Those kinds of stories – the big ones, the enduring ones, the ones that stretch within servers and across servers and between servers – are dangerous. Those kinds of stories are slippery, wont to get out of control. They get large enough to start telling stories about themselves in the blink of an eye, and then they’re gone, off the leash and with a life of their own. Scar is careful with his stories. He doesn’t make narratives about the Universe.

Grian, by contrast, has never been careful with anything, ever.

Scar’s not even sure if Grian realises he’s making narratives, half the time. He’s definitely sure Grian’s not crafting them. He just does them, just opens his mouth and lets words fall out in any which order he pleases, and lets a story out into the world without a single care for what it is or what it might do.

He starts stories for the joy of it, Grian does, with no thought for the consequences – and they are things of beauty, half-wild and un-collared and dangerous with it.

So, of course, it’s a Grian narrative that’s coming to get him. Of course it is! It’s Grian who looks at their ridiculous stack of boats and assorted junk, their newly-christened Boatem Pole, and says, we’re going to dig a hole under it. It’s Grian who says, Impulse, you can get through bedrock, right? Grian who says, I think we should make this hole into the Void the centre of our town.

Grian who says, it’s called the Boatem Hole, and it demands sacrifices, and we’re going to feed it.

But, of course, it’s not Grian that feeds it.

It’s Scar that falls in all the time, is pushed in all the time, loses his life and his possessions to the void over and over. He doesn’t mind overly much – Hermitcraft has a forgiving respawn narrative, as many tries as you want, death means very little here, be nice to those who’ve died, and there’s worse ways to go than the void. They make a joke of it, even, him and the rest of the Boatem crew – Scar the unlucky, Scar the klutz. Scar, who is the Boatem Hole’s favourite.

He should really have known better. A joke is a half-step away from a story, after all.

So what happens is, they make a narrative – him and Grian and Mumbo and Impulse and Pearl. A narrative about an improbably-balanced pile of boats, and a hole dug beneath it. A narrative about an impossible hole, hollowed out straight down and through the bottom of the world into the starving void below. A narrative about a void that picked a favourite, and pulled that favourite down into it over, and over, and over.

And the narrative is alive. The narrative is sentient. The narrative is hungry.

And Grian may have started it, Boatem Pole dig a hole build a town open the void make a sacrifice, but it’s Scar who finished it with it must like me. So, of course, the narrative is coming to get him.

Or rather… the narrative is not coming to get him. Because, Scar realises, as he wakes to the void all around him and against him and within him– as he wakes to perfect and absolute darkness, to stillness and silence and hunger that answers to the name of Boatem– it already has him.

#grian #goodtimeswithscar #boatem hole #hermitcraft #hermits crafting #hermitfic #fic #eldritch boatem series #yes this IS a series now whoops my hand slipped #unfortunately for yall i love weird fucky stuff #and also stories eating people #and also The Void #and also Other Things Which Are Spoilers #also yet again we say hello to me plagiarising the electric angels from matthew swift as creative mode #it's a hobby of mine what can i say #ANYWAY please enjoy several hundred words of scar dunking on grian but like. classily.#and also me doing Minecraft Mythology but like. weird.

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elis-corner · 3 years ago

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Can you do some fluff with Evil X/reader please?

I certainly have been pondering over this one for a while now! Evil X is such a deep and complex character that I didn’t want to mess him up for you... Sorry if this ended up more angst than fluff, too... I had a it of a block over what to do.

I hope you know a bit about @micer2012‘s theories, because I consider them canon and therefore write references to that “lore” on occasion. If not, you should definitely give them a read (moreso if you’ve seen GT’s video, because you should always thank the original)!

No trigger warning because I didn’t know what to add, but if you do send me an ask and I’ll add it :)

Enjoy, anon darling!

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Derpcoin not accepted. That was what every sign, next to every chest, in every shop in Boatem, said. Sure it was new and… different, but you couldn’t see why some of the Hermits were so against it.

That is, apart from the fact that is was founded by the admin’s alter-ego who has attempted to destroy the server time and time again.

But Evil X had come back declaring peace, saying that the voices forcing him to do evil were gone. Xisuma believed him. A few other hermits were willing to believe him. You believed him. You loved him.

You carefully lifted each of the signs and placed them slightly behind their assigned chests. It’s not like you’re getting rid of the signs entirely--you’re just keeping your business looking profitable. And besides, it’s not like someone couldn’t just put the signs back.

———

Rule one about running a successful business: Don’t buy products from your oppositions. The thing is though, you can’t help needing materials to build. Evil X couldn’t see why that foolish axolotl couldn’t just gather the supplies himself instead of them supporting the other Hermits. But some things can’t be helped.

Evil X lands next the the group of chests he knows contains deepslate, the fragile wood creaking beneath his sudden application of weight. He throws a few derpcoin in payment for what he took. Yet a message engraved on the lid of chest caught his eye.

Derpcoin not accepted.

He took a few diamonds from the chest, replacing them with his own currency. The sound of the coins hitting the bottom echoed through the hollow space, clinking as they touched each other. He grabbed his elytra and flew.

He didn’t care. He never had, never would. They were fools not to see the benefits the Empire provides. Why should he care?

Yet for some reason, he did.

———

You hear a muffled scream emerge from EX’s room. Of course, he talked out loud to himself all of the time, but should you be worried?

‘Leave me alone!’ you hear him yell. You gently reach out to push open the door.

The room was a mess, despite you having helped him clean it just a day prior. Rotten flesh, cookies, and empty bottles littered the floor, and the large screen hanging from the wall displayed static. EX was curled up on the floor in front of the screen, his arms over his head as if in a protective stance, and his helmet was tossed to the side.

‘EX?’ You walk carefully over to him before pulling his arms to the side. He looks up at you, his red eyes showing clear evidence of him crying. You gently sit him up, pulling him into your warm embrace. ‘You went to Boatem, didn’t you?’ EX nodded, letting his head rest in the crook of your neck.

‘“Derpcoin not accepted”. It’s not acceptable.’ His eyes glow a burning shade of red for a moment before fading. ‘Thing is, in my head I don’t see it as Derpcoin, sometimes. I see it as I’m not accepted”. I’ll never be like the rest of you.’

You slide your hands up to cup his cheeks, forcing him to look you in the eye. ‘You don’t need to be like the rest of us for me love you,’ you say, pressing your lips against his. One of his hands travelled to the small of you back, pushing you both closer together.

Gently, EX lifted you from the ground, carrying you to his bed and laying down beside you. One hand wrapped securely around your waist, the other rubbing your cheek tenderly. ‘I see green eyes,’ he said suddenly. ‘I see them wherever I go, accompanying the voices in my head. I- I can’t get rid of them.’

You raised your hand to cover his mouth. ‘It’s all nothing, EX. I’m here, and I care, and that’s what matters.’ He smiles softly at you.

EX rolls over suddenly, putting you beneath him, and begins vigorously pressing kisses to every spot of skin he can reach. You let him relax on top of you as you wrap your arms around him, finding it oh so endearing how he melts into your touch.

‘I have the answer now,’ he said. ‘And it’s you.’

#hermitcraft x reader #evil xisuma x reader #fanfiction #evil x x reader #anon ask #ex x reader #seriously though if you dont know micer2012's theories and yet youre requesting an EX story what are you doing #my writing

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