#Swan Grian

[firequeenofficial]

Okay, I just made a swan Grian (inspired by @smoozie) (sorry for the tag) to go with Pangolin Etho, and now I wanna make more. Send me (in rb's or in an ask) an mcyt-er - Hermitcraft, Life Series, Empires, (I'm gonna be brave here) DSMP, and beyond, doesn't have to be mainstream - and an animal, and I'll provide a crap editing of a generic image of the animal with the mcyt-er's skin!

Also, you can request certain skins of the mcyt-er, eg DO2 Tango or ice queen (or whatever he called himself at the start of New Life) Martyn. Just, whoever you desire, on whatever animal you desire. I'll even do the same mcyt-er as different animals. Go crazy.

Here's Pangolin Etho and Swan Grian, for your enjoyment!

[firequeenofficial]

He's messes with Pangolin Etho.

I especially love this because swans are menaces, so this fits Grian perfectly.

Should Grian be an owl? Yeah probably. Will that stop me from making Grian a swan? No. Give that boy some swan wings

[llithiumstars]

is the moon big??

[stardustanddaffodils]

Gem and grian but I have not in a while

:handshake:

[were-changing-cake-vaults]

Gem would like to pretend that things are normal around Magic Mountain.

Or, well, that everyone else is normal, and she’s keeping all the weirdness to herself. She’s the one who decided to go a little creepy this season, after all, and as far as she can tell, she’s the only one smelling the rot coming from the river. All her neighbors should be fine, and have only commented that her boat burns a lot of coal fumes that sort of reek. It’s definitely not rot, and things are normal for them, and they are decidedly abnormal for her.

Which is fine! Gem wants her friends safe! Sure, she’s been hearing weird gurgling noises from the flooded caves that line the beaches, but she’s probably just hallucinating. Or maybe Scar is smacking salmon heads on note blocks again, despite living on the other side of the mountain. And sure, Impulse died and came back completely washed of color, but that’s just a demise thing. It’s just the creepy she dragged along with her- Joel’s totally fine, and that’s enough evidence for her.

Well, it would be if not for the fact that the salmon she’s been getting from fishing are starting to look…strange, all sharp-finned and much slimier than normal. And the cod, too, have far too many gills, like gashes down their sides. Grian pulls up a fish one afternoon and Gem swears it’s got six eyes, but Grian only remarks them as “weird patterning” and shoves it right into the furnace for cooking.

He’s been eating a lot of fish, recently, straight from this very river, the one that smells of rot. Caught them all himself. He’s also been fishing a lot- Gem doesn’t know the last time he worked on his base. He keeps trying to dredge up a book. She asks him one day why he keeps going if he’s already got a ton of books from the water, and he sounds haggard when he replies:

“The book, Gem. I’m not looking for a book. I’m looking for the book. It’ll give me all the answers I need. I haven’t found it yet, but the ocean will provide for me. I know it’s the next one.”

Something in the way he looks at her makes her gut twist. His eyes are empty, glossed over, and she knows the joke is that he looks like a cod, but it’s- he’s different, now, washed out and shiny skin, little to no meat on his bones, bags like pits under his soulless eyes. Something about the way he phrased that—the ocean will provide for me—makes her spine recoil back, feet dragged backwards towards her boat. A fear-stricken laugh bubbles up Gem throat as she tries to remember the last time he wasn’t fishing. When was the last time he slept?

Come to think of it, when was the last time she slept? Isn’t there a warning for those who stay up too late?

And when she tells him it’s an addiction, Grian just laughs it off, throws his rod into the sea, and pats the seat next to him. And then there she is, fishing alongside him, like she was always doing. She was planning to do this, yes. More and more of Magic Mountain arrives, plus Etho, who brings along a disc to put them in the mood. It’s a swan song.

The ocean sings back. It gives her an image of a great tall lighthouse, cherished by watery angels, who dance around it. It gives her the size, the colors, the materials to recreate it in verse. She smiles. It tells them all to knock another hermit off the list of survivors. She grins.

Before turning to join the group on their quest, Gem looks into the water one last time. Staring back is a well-kept woman with long, shiny red hair.

There is a book in her hand.

[cloverjelly]

life series duos as songs!

2 - mean gills (scott and martyn) - me and the devil by soap & skin

again, song analysis under the cut :)

-(not song related/for clarification) - somewhat hc but i say scott has the widow curse (not grian ik, scott's curse is in the sense that he outlives his allies) which is the black widow spider fucking up the strings and martyns is the swan curse bc he devotes himself to one person and will defend it like hes fucking feral. which explains the feathers bc i really didnt wanna draw a swan!

-and i said hello satan, ah / i believe it's time to go - i like to think that since both of these buddies r super smart and (mostly canonically) aware of the watchers and what goes on beyond the games, they both kinda knew about each others curses when they met and knew one of them would die to the other and only one curse would be broken in the end

-me and the devil walkin' side by side - super similar to the first note- the entire mean gills alliance was doomed and formed more from strategy than actual friendliness (debatable but yk) and both were aware of the other's ability to murder them

-you may bury my body / down by the highway side - i would say this is mostly scotts pov, since i still believe that he knew what was coming for him and knew about martyn's betrayal, this is also shown by him smiling in the art

-see, don't see why / people dog me around / it must be that old evil spirit / so deep down in your ground - kinda tying back to how both parties were somewhat aware of the watchers (the "evil spirit" in the lyrics) and were lamenting about their curses, especially when it came to them both being in the final fight

-(not song related, 2) - i used white hibiscus flowers as a base for scott's crown (its usually js yellow) bc 1. they lived on a fucking beach 2. it symbolizes purity and sympathy which i think makes a lot of sense considering the above circumstances, AND i used the same reddish tone for scott's flowers and martyn's coral crown. i ALSO added a nice beam of light as the lighting this time bc drama and also idk smth smart about being aware/"enlightened" to the watcher's antics

[quartz-eye]

The everything swan and the rat of a man vex that managed to impress him.. Aka Grian and Scars quick design sketches for FMDDAU

It's been A WHILE since I drew in this style but I only needed to get the idea of their clothes. So it works.

[empressem3rald]

Small thing I wrote in school cuz I was bored :’)

The Canary sings, voice loud and clear. The coalminers hear him, they all happily cheer.

But a coalminer grieves. Grieves for a loss. Amongst all the cheers, he hears the swan . Flying accident? Not. It was of a broken heart. He’s not a coal miner but a grieving swan. He thinks he might follow up with the death of a broken heart.

And not just for his swan, but the canary that was gone. His happiness lasted not for long. The black swan freezes as a coalminer follows. How much more grief can his pure heart handle?

The death of the swan.. oh was he to blame? Was it his, or the second victor’s claim?

The canary and the coalminer’s deaths went to vain. It was the first victor’s fault, and his soulmate from the third game.

The fourth victor’s shadow was nowhere to be found. Could he be hiding in the third victors mound? Either way, he hopes he’s nowhere near. He curses whoever makes these bloody games.

He sees all the previous victors gather to fight. He yells at the fourth victor, to get the bloody hell out. Second victor was getting chased, third victor was hiding away, first victor gets the last hit and then they all celebrate.

He cannot help but feel heavy. How are they all happy? Was it because of the Canary? Or was it of the forgotten coalminer who’s death was a worry.

Or was it that his white swan was out in the void, Death that wasn’t even in the overworld.

Poor little grieving swan, waiting for his happy ending. Could he be the fifth victor? Or will it be his soulmate?

••••

I have no idea what this is, but Its something.

to clear things up about who is who:

The one whom the poem is about is Joel. He’s the “black swan”, “grieving swan” “grieving coalminer”

Lizzie is the “Swan”

Mumbo was the “coalminer”

Jimmy is the “Canary”

Etho is the “soulmate”

First victor - Grian

Second victor- Scott

Third victor- Pearl

Fourth victor- Martyn

The plural “Coalminers” refers to the whole server, I didn’t know how else to refer to them and that felt fitting, so-

[interstella-eyes]

✦ Mater Beatrix

Lore ∇ (I wrote a lot, so hiding it under the cut 💀, also warning for discussion of religious themes and cults)

Nathan isn’t the only one affected by the curse, in fact, a few other people have had it. Beatrix is one of those people, and after her death, she was brought to a white void, where only the souls with the curse live. To cope with her banishment to this void, she made up a cult that frames the curse as “ascension“. Other “ascendants“ cling to her and listen to everything she says, as they have nothing else left. Their affirmation keeps her from losing her grip on reality, and she antagonizes anyone who doesn’t listen to her.

Before her “ascension“, she was a puenymph who was able to transform into two different animals (extremely rare for a puenymph), a swan and a white dove, hence why she has two pairs of wings. Her dove wings are underdeveloped, as puenymph bodies aren’t adapted to having traits from two different animals at the same time.

I really wanted to lean into her angel theme with her design, as well as a “motherly“ figure. Her title as “mater“ is Latin for mother, and the name Beatrix comes from “creatrix“ (also mother in Latin + sounds a lot like creator, fitting her theme), as well the name meaning “blessed one“.

She claims she is the only one who has fully undergone “ascension“, as her entire body has turned purple (which is false, she covers up her natural skin under her clothes), by her logic meaning that she is the only one who fully understands it.

Her mask is totally not inspired by watcher grian fanart 💀

[amethystfairy1]

In TT what bird-avian is Skizz? We know Grian is a parrot, Jimmy is a canary, and Pearl is a raven. With white wings I imagined heron or swan, but I'm curious to know for sure :3

I like the idea of him being a swan! I know fandom typically headcanons him as an angel which is why I wrote him with pure white wings, also because the whole dynamic of Impulse, the netherborn from like, HELL is the one who is being genuine while Skizz, who looks like an angel, it being manipulative, just makes my brain so very happy! 😆

[firequeenofficial]

animal mcyts, pick one (or more if you feel up to it):

Yes I actually have reasons for this ridiculousness

Lizzie-catfish (bc Emp1 fish, Emp2 cat human)

Scar-camel (bc of his Secret Life death machine)

Joel-tanuki (bc I’ve seen too much art of tanuki Joel and now I want a shoddily edited version)

So, I couldn't pick just one cause these are all amazing ideas, but I'm afraid I butchered the lot of them xD.

Camel Scar I think may be one of my favourites of these. In the wiss words of Geminitay, "To make Scar, you start with booty shorts." It was all downhill from there, but honestly this was so fun to make. Camel Scar lets Swan Grian ride on his back.

I was today years old when I found out tanukis were real animals. They look like racoons if racoons had morals - I don't know if that's how they act, but they look cute. Can you tell I spent most of the time for this on that stupid green stripe? Anyway, Tanuki Joel won't leave Pangolin Etho alone and bats him around like a football. He's so obsessed.

This is Catfish Lizzie. Fish are hard to do, apparently. I tried to combine both her Empires skins (the dress from season 1, the ears from season 2) and um. Yeah. She's best friends with Anglerfish Gem, and they get together to talk about Tanuki Joel with various levels of obsession.

[smoozie]

I want to hear about the skeablings please please please

Oh I haven't thought abt them in a while they are sooo fun

Okay so they are specifically from my modern life series au, I don't really see them all as siblings in 'canon' or any other au of mine. They started because I thought it was interesting that Grian and Jimmy are often hc as brothers, Jimmy and Lizzie are canonically siblings (in esmp1), and Pearl and Grian are also a popular sibling hc. So I combined them for the sillies.

Their birth order has Grian and Lizzie as the oldests (they are twins), then Pearl, and then Jimmy.

All of them have fish fin ears, scales across their faces like freckles, and a pair of wings. But they have some variance in fishy and birdness.

Lizzie is the least birdlike with a small pair of vestigial wings on her back being the only indication. She is, however, the most fishy of the group. She has fins on her forearms, calves, and thighs, webbed fingers (with a blue tint), and she is the only one with actual gills.

Grian has large swan wings from his back. He doesn't have many fish features outside of the few they all share (only fins on his forearms), but something abt his face is considered strangely fishy to even his dearest friends

Pearl's wings match that of a starling. She has fins on her forearms and calves. She also possesses an affinity for shiny things that outshines all her siblings

Jimmy has his classic canary wings. However, he struggles with flying compared to Pearl and Grian because of their smaller size. He more often uses them to glide than anything else. He has fish fins on his calves as well.

[tiny-minecraft-rabbit]

Untitled Soulmate Goose

Or, Joel and his terrible, horrible, no good, very bad misadventure for his soulmate.

My very first multi-chaptered fic I'm posting fully on tumblr, yippee! This is a gift for @holymolyguacomole for @mcyt-yaoi-exchange and it was so much fun!!!

Read on AO3 - Next Chapter

Joel grumbled as he hopped out of his room with one sandal on, tail thrashing behind him. Today was supposed to be his and Grian’s day to hang out, but of course Scar had to come over with a brand new spell book (something he found at the top of some mountain in a wizard’s tower, and Joel only half believed his story) and draw Grian’s attention away from him. Now he had to leave their shared space to find something else to do with his time and not bother the two of them while they explored the new magic spells. 

“Hey, G–” 

“Joel, wait!” 

Too late. Joel had hopped himself into the living room, looking for his other sandal, and right into mage circle that had not been there fifteen minutes ago. 

When he looked up fully at Grian the avian was looking at him with this sort of constipated look; Scar was next to him, looking an equal amount amused and worried for him. 

“Please, tell me this isn’t going to teleport me somewhere,” Joel whined as the runes began to grow.

“It’s not going to teleport you,” Grian repeated, not moving and clearly waiting for something to happen. 

“Transform me? I’m already a shapeshifter,” Joel asked.

“Nope.” 

“It’s a summoning ring!” Scar helpfully supplied, shifting his gaze to the spell book in his lap, “If I’m reading this book right, and I’m probably not, the spirit is currently “attaching to your soul”.” 

“Attaching!?” Joel yipped.

“Attuning! The spirit is attuning to your soul,” Grian hastily corrected, hands out like he was keeping a wild animal at bay and bright parrot wings puffed out behind him– Which, a bit warranted, Joel did feel like tackling him. 

““Attuning” isn’t any better, Grain,” he hissed. 

Grian chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, “It… shouldn’t be a nefarious spirit. It’s for finding your soulmate! It’s some animal guide– probably a dove or a cat…”

“Why on earth do you need a blooming soulmate guide?” Joel snapped, gesturing wildly at Scar, “Aren’t you two already soulmates?” 

“Thank you!” Scar exclaimed, elbowing Grian, “I’m telling you, Grian, we’re soulmates!” 

“We’re soulbound,” Grian said, like it was somehow different, “We’re cosmically destined to find each other in every life and fall in love, sure, but I’m betting that my actual soulmate is Mumbo.” 

Scar chuckled, “I’m pretty sure he just wanted to see if he could put another tracking spell on Mumbo. Apparently Mumbo found out about the last one and removed it.” 

“I should be allowed to know where he is at all times!” Grian insisted, pouting. Scar patted his shoulder reassuringly.

A ball of energy started to grow and take shape in front of Joel’s chest before floating down to the floor. As it grew it was definitely bigger than a dove or a cat. It was three feet tall by the time it was done, thin too. Joel was hoping for an eagle or maybe a swan, something menacing or regal. 

Instead, the creature that appeared before them was a goose.

The three of them blinked at the animal, expecting, in some way, for it to disappear or change into something a little more impressive. It did not. It was very much, still a goose, standing in their living room. A Canada goose, with dusty brown feathers and pitch black neck and head and white chin. It was just standing there– and staring right at him. 

“You’ve got to be blooming kidding me,” Joel hissed, waving his hands in the direction of the goose, “Grian! What is this?” 

“Pretty sure that’s a goose,” Scar helpfully supplied.

“It’s your soulmate guide,” Grian added.

“My soulmate guide can not be a blooming Canada goose– Why is it a Canada goose?” Joel exclaimed. 

The goose honked at him.

[cacysayshi]

guess who's posting the torchwood/life series au..

summary below the cut!

SEARCH: CPT. LIZZIE SHADOW

LOADING...

LOADING...

THIS PERSON DOES NOT EXIST.

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Scar's been told he's too curious for his own good more times than he can count. But what else is he meant to do when four people swan into a crime scene, calling themselves Torchwood, and bring the murdered guy back to life? When a guy in a terrifying mask tries to kill him and Torchwood comes in to get rid of it? When Grian is acting just a little too oddly about them? Not figure out who the hell they are?

[were-changing-cake-vaults]

Etho cannot deny that in some way, the ocean is messing with his friends, and that he noticed far too late.

It targets Gem first, long before it goes after anyone else, so subtly it’s almost undetectable. Here’s the way he notices: her little boat is cute, but the mangrove wood on the trim seems old and rotten in some places, murky river water staining the paint that coats the sides. The lighthouse, when built, seems washed out, as if the color has been sucked from the stone that forms it. Etho finds this strange, but refuses to jump to conclusions- Gem is still his little sibling with the same warm smile, so he lets it be for now.

It’s really when the fishing craze begins where Etho starts having doubts about the normalcy of things. Grian is in no way an average person most of the time, but this level of dedication is new and sort of suspicious. It starts with the mending book, which is fine, since he’s decided to avoid villager trading this season. Etho comes over sometimes and jokes about the luck of the sea. Here is where it gets weird, though: when he comes over to make that joke again, Grian turns his head, oh so slowly, expression serious and eyes blank as he replies.

“The ocean will provide the book. It’s the next one, I know it.”

It takes a little more effort than it should for Etho to not turn tail and run. The tambre of his friend’s voice is off-kilter and strange, almost hollow in the way it echoes. And it’s the way he doesn’t say mending, he just says the book- Etho can’t help but feel like he isn’t fishing for enchantments anymore. The air smells of rot and slime. He swallows bile, gives a little uh-huh as a reply, and leaves as soon as he can.

Then there’s Pearl and Beef, obsessed with salmon, of all things. Pearl’s thing seems like a one-off, but Doc tells him that Beef has taken the joke about “big salmon” a little too far, claiming he’s gotten emails from them that have threatened the goat directly. Etho doesn’t really know what to make of that, or Pearl’s salmon head, or the continuous slapping of fish on noteblocks that’s driving him insane.

But he knows this: he’s never really liked fishing before, not for its intended use, anyway. It’s good to have in a death game, but not once has Etho found the monotonous motions of fishing appealing. Grian said it best himself: he used to think fishing was lame. And he did. Does. He thinks it’s lame. He thinks all of this stuff about the river and the boats and the ocean and the salmon and the rot is all really weird and not at all cool. He’s only here to make sure his friends are okay. Not to fish, because he doesn’t want to, just to keep Magic Mountain in line.

But Grian says it again: Etho walked up here and was like ‘this is lame’, now look at him! Etho, in turn, looks at his hands. When did he start fishing? Was the sun always that high in the sky? Did the ocean always sing like that? Was there always a magnetic force to the waves at the shore, pulling him closer with every lap of sea foam? Was the lighthouse always this beautiful?

No, no it wasn’t. He knows this. Something is very, very wrong. There’s something in the water that’s making his friends lose it, and there’s something supernatural that’s trying to pull him in. He needs to get out of here, back to the jungle, with its nice green grass and earthy smells-

To his right, Etho hears his death call. The bell rings, the swan sings, and the water keeps lapping at his feet. It’s too late, he knows it, in the way that his hands are gripping the fishing pole with white knuckles, in the way the lilypads seem to grow under his feet to get him closer to the great deep blue. The music continues, the serenade settling into his bones, giving him an eerie sense of calm.

In the magnetic pull of the moment, he doesn’t even realize he’s crying.

[ao3feed-torchwood]

sutures

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55812469 by genderfluid_bitch SEARCH: CPT. LIZZIE SHADOW LOADING... LOADING... THIS PERSON DOES NOT EXIST. --- Scar's been told he's too curious for his own good more times than he can count. But what else is he meant to do when four people swan into a crime scene, calling themselves Torchwood, and bring the murdered guy back to life? When a guy in a terrifying mask tries to kill him and Torchwood comes in to get rid of it? When Grian is acting just a little too oddly about them? Not figure out who the hell they are? Words: 6858, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of sutures Fandoms: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series, Hermitcraft SMP, Torchwood Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Multi Characters: Lizzie | LDShadowLady (Video Blogging RPF), ZombieCleo (Video Blogging RPF), GeminiTay (Video Blogging RPF), Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, Charles | Grian, Scott Major | Smajor1995 Relationships: Lizzie | LDShadowLady/ZombieCleo (Video Blogging RPF), GeminiTay/Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Charles | Grian/Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, GeminiTay/GoodTimesWithScar/LDShadowlady/PearlescentMoon/ZombieCleo Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Torchwood, Angst, is there a happy ending? hell if i know, Humor, Violence, Aliens, No Smut, (so far) - Freeform, polyamory?, Tags will be added by chapter, gets crackish at times but that's just torchwood