#and if the but is going insane once grian leaves

[whereispearlescentmoon]

Pearl Wild Life Session 6 Live Reaction

Title has me scared, thumbnail has me hyped. Murder camel?? But also Loss??? | | |I

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Yay trap day!

Ooo our only choices are Gem and Lizzie!

Meeting time! We have a six person team that’s literally crazy. Grandpa and Ghost are here.

Not them being liars in chat lol “This is crazy!” “no way” “YOU GUYS DONT HAVE THIS?” “that was scary for a second” the power of having so many people is you can just lie.

PEARL STOP GOING PLACES ALONE! THIS IS HOW WE DIE PEARL!

Hi Billy! Hi cows!

Bluetooth redstone!

BILLY NO!

GUARDIAN AND PIGLINS AND PILLAGERS??

Billy is a donkey now??

New camel duo!!

OG CAMEL DUO YAY!

“How much do you hate me today Gem?” “A lot!” We may be on a camel but the divorce is still on!

“You know why though? I’ve reasons today. I have reason. I’ve reflected. Do you remember last session when you couldn’t remember, you thought you put your eye into the portal! Do you remember that?” “Ohhh but we weren’t even there for you putting the eyeball into that!” “Did you even look me in the face during our murder camel happenings?” “Yeah we had such a good time! It was so much fun!” “Do you remember what my face looked like?” “Oh. I forgot about your skin.” “Are you guys bonding?” “No, not bonding at all Impulse. This is so sad” “Okay and then other than that!” “It’s okay she’s gonna talk about it Impulse.” “You 2v1’d me! I’m still holding a grudge about that! And you know about holding grudges across seasons!” “Let’s put this straight! I didn’t 2v1 you. I let Scar kill you, I watched.” “No, I remember specifically you hitting me once!” “Just once! Just one little wack!” “It was not a regen based season!” “I sat the dogs down, Gem. You had so many hearts, you were gonna live!” “Once was enough!” “You were fine, you see look at that! We’re thriving!” You’re both right and both wrong. The best kind of argument.

“I’m just saying, I’ll forgive you if you actually 1v1v1v whatever me and not 2v1.” “It seems kinda like we’re trying to kill each other at that point. Seems kinda against the point, no? Right?” “Yeah, we have to die Pearl, that’s the game.” “Seems like there’s only resolution after the game, right?” “We can die six times, we don’t have to die.” “I CANT DIE SIX TIMES? I can die twice!” “You can die once.” “Okay, 1v1 me right now Gem.” “Okay!” “You were too all into that.” “Well. It’s high stakes for you. We’ve PvPed on Hermitcraft, it’s about 50/50 who wins who loses.” “Yeah but I’m yellow.” You two are going to drive me insane. SHES OFFERING YOU A SOLUTION PEARL PLEASE I KNOW ITS HIGH STAKES BUT THE DRAMA WOULD BE DELISH EITHER WAY!

Oh no what happens if Billy becomes hostile. Do we have to kill him?

Lizzie sacrificed herself to Jimmy! Gem is the last dark green…

Impulse and Pearl trapping together! And failing!

“You don’t need Impulse! You’re capable!” “Clearly not!” Seems like you weren’t there for her 27 fails against Lizzie last session lol.

“Two hunks on the hump” martyn why

“Puppy! Awwwww”

All that argument about the cows was for nothing…. We made enemies with Gem and Joel for nothing…

A positive shiny duo interaction? In my wild life? (Ignore that she called Gem a rat and tried to kill her it’s fine) AND THEY GOT ON A CAMEL AFTER!

Tango on the camel! A new murder buddy! Hi Skizzy! Can’t wait to watch other povs and see her camel scooting across the ground lol.

SKIZZ GOT THE GEM KILL YAY! Pearl didn’t aww

THERES A WARDEN WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING IN THIS SERIES!

Oh it’s Tango, Pearl and Etho! That’s the perfect trio to encounter a warden! The decked out winner, Queen, and game master lol

Oh great they name tagged it so he can never leave. Beautiful.

Pearl’s immunity to warden fear is real and true. I do not believe Grian even a little bit. No one should get near the warden lol.

SKIZZ RUN SKIZZ RUN SKIZZ WHY YOU JUST GOT BACK TO GREEN

Skizz, Scott and Pearl slowly tridenting a warden to death is so funny. PEARL DO NOT GET CLOSER PEARL!

Oh she got the totem! Yay!! I should have believed Grian!

A creeper claims another kill. Oh BigB with a creeper! He doesn’t get a life cause Skizz was light green tho.

Ah! A pit trap on the creeper farm! And a trap on the wheat! This whole base is rigged to kill and that’s wonderful.

Scar died to a Vex? Ironic. And Etho to a Skellyboy!

Ooo Skizz on red!

PEARL WHY DO YOU WANT TO START A RAID??

“Pearl and I are off to cause chaos!” Welcome to the summary of Impulse and Pearl’s wild life season. Aw the raid isn’t working :( NEVER MIND ITS WORKING NOW SCRAM

Jimmy was killed by bloop?

“You know I want you to win the series!” AWW SHE GAVE HIM HER TOTEM! THEY ARE BESTIES! I LOVE THEM!

Skizz is gone! Aw! Jimmy is officially the highest rank he’s ever been btw.

It’s a birthday cake! Yay!

Since when was Lizzie on red? Hello?

Pearl failing to kill… again. She’s so washed up (affectionate)

Trip cancelled! Trip cancelled! That editing was hilarious with the music stopping.

Pearl you will not be able to successfully trap Gem. I think we have to give up at some point. (This is a joke)

“Pearl, Scar wants me to kill you and I said no way” “Why would he want to kill me? I haven’t done anything to him.” “He said you want out of the series, so, and I said no that’s a lie.” Nosey Neighbors crumbs.

Calling a lie a “porky” is the most Aussie thing I’ve ever heard.

Omg she stole Gem’s camel. There’s some symbolism there I guess.

Yay Bdubs ally! I dub thee, Gonzo.

I liked the wild card this episode! Very fun, especially cause of how much of the season has been squabbling about cows lol. Who cares, the cows are dead!

[teddy-bear-d]

So…. Do we take this to mean that Grian is 90% of the entire servers impulse control?

[fluffypotatey]

okay so:

the year is 2021. the month is june. the new season of hermitcraft, season 8, has just started, and everything is great! the hermits are all messing around, having fun, building insane things within the first week of the server being active, and generally having a good time. everyone's collected themselves into little factions, pranking each other, and it's all the fun, lighthearted, mostly-vanilla content hermitcraft is known for.

and then the split between minecraft versions 1.18 and 1.19 is announced. the delay of new terrain, and especially of new mobs like the warden, considerably disrupt several of the hermits' plans. but it's fine, they'll figure something out, they're professionals, and it mostly goes unnoticed.

about two weeks later, on november 9th, grian turns to mumbo jumbo in one of his episodes, and asks the famous question that would seal hermitcraft season 8's fate:

"mumbo, is the moon... big?"

suddenly, the fans panic. they search back through videos and streams, and realize that the moon had been abnormally large and stuck in a full-moon phase since october 30th. the Moon Big event has begun.

this is where the roleplay really starts. once the moon's size has been brought up, the hermits start a weird combination of scrambling to figure out why the moon's growing, and how to stop it- but also of ignoring it, hoping it won't be a problem, hoping someone else will deal with it. the moon keeps getting bigger, more hermits start realizing it's going on, and a creeping sense of dread starts to grow. but it's fine. it's fine, right? they do little plotlines like this all the time. they'll figure something out, the moon will go back to normal, and we'll laugh about it when this is all over. it's fine.

and then, blocks start flying away. just floating up out of the ground, and falling right back down! like for a moment, a square meter chunk of dirt has decided it's a ballerina and leaped out of the ground! but it's fine, right? the blocks are coming back. no lasting harm is done. they're going to fix it all... right?

the moon gets bigger. it's growing every day- local hermit weirdguy joe hills measures it every stream. the blocks start flying higher. gravity starts getting... weird, with players getting the slow falling effect at random, and being lifted off of the earth themselves. the players form cults and rituals and whatnot to try and appease the moon, convince it to leave them alone, making plans to escape. nothing works. things keep getting worse, and the moon keeps getting bigger. but it'll be fine. these storylines never leave lasting harm, or at least they never have before. they'll be fine.

and then the blocks stop coming back, just floating into the sky forever. the players have the slow falling effect more than they don't now. the moon is now so big it's visible even during the day, and fills the entire sky at night. they start planning their escapes in earnest, and say their goodbyes. some hermits jump into a void hole in the overworld (it was the centerpiece of their village). some flee to the End, some to the nether, some just fly with elytras and hope they can get far enough away in time. one brave hermit, tango, flies himself to the moon in a futile attempt to blow the whole thing up before it can crash.

but in the end, the moon crashes into the server, and everything they'd built was destroyed. and the whole time, there'd been nothing any of them could've done. season eight was over, a full six months before anyone had expected it to end, and season nine wouldn't start until about three months later. and im still not okay about it.

(here's a cool animatic of the moon's crash! honestly i dont think you need too much hermitcraft knowledge to get the gist)

(also the moon crash happened on the day before my birthday lmao.)

….

holy shit

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

I was inspired by another anons hc so I present:

More baking headcanons!

Grian: can only bake bread (because, y’know, grain) but he’s very good at it. Like insanely good it’s the best piece of bread I’ve ever tasted kinda good. He can make plain bread, banana bread, raisin bread, bread with chocolate chips, basically anything you can come up with (just don’t ask him about the nether wart bread he tried to make once-he should have asked Tango to help honestly)

Iskall: the world where he was raised had oddly similar pastries to irl Sweden, and he makes them whenever he’s feeling homesick, or wants to cheer up a friend

Xisuma: uses chorus fruits in his baking, and even if they don’t teleport you anywhere, you still get a bit of a fizzy feeling in your stomach after you’ve eaten them

Etho: all of his pastries somehow have maple syrup in them, even when the recipe doesn’t call for it, and they always taste better for it (don’t ask him how he got the syrup, he just always seems to have a gigantic stash somewhere on the server)

Gem: is average at baking, but is AMAZING at decorating. She’s the go-to for all your decorating needs, whether that’s cookies or frosting cakes. (Sometimes, after she’s killed someone and taken their head, she bakes them something with their face on it, as a replacement and a thank you/apology depending on the situation)

Stress: bakes the weirdest combinations of ingredients she can find, but somehow they always taste amazing. She once baked allium and nether quartz cookies, and while no one could describe the taste exactly, they all agreed that it was a winning combination.

Scar: is much the same as stress, but his combinations don’t always turn out so well, because they just don’t work together, because scar accidentally added in an extra ingredient, or because he forgot how long he was supposed to leave them in the oven. (Once he somehow got rotten flesh into the batter for some sunflower and rose cake, but Cleo happily took it off his hands)

Scar might make the weirdest and most disgusting combinations, but somehow there's always a hermit who ends up liking the taste. Sometimes that's just him.

-Mod Mleem

[katkat030]

Hermitcraft/Life Series Fic Recs!!!

I am absolutely insane about so many of these and I genuinely can't recommend them enough. Like the post that inspired this, I'll probably tag authors if I know their Tumblr urls, but please let me know if you want me to remove any and I will!

Fair warning that most of these have shipping!

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But oh, the bloom by @sillyfairygarden (read here) ongoing.

Ough. Whimsy, Pearlescentmoon, the best version of desertduo I've ever read, and indecipherable sounds of me screaming. If there's one fic I ever want people to read, it's this one. There's a reason I'm putting this first, as much as I hate to pick favourites! Warning: you may will fall in love with the story. Possibly my favourite author - cannot recommend their works enough <3 (The Champion's Banquet also made me go not just a little insane)

It's an absolute necessity to highlight the tags on this one: blows a kiss to the sky. for all my pearliemoon lovers searching for wonder and whimsy in the world around you // Now with more angst! // a man leaves the life he loved to explore the beauty of the world

More fic recs under the cut!

you came at the brink of the end of the world by Anonymous/ @louiessleeplessnights (read here) ongoing.

I don't know how to even begin describing this. I think it made me fall in love with Boatem all over again. It's hilarious, sad, beautiful, Scar calls Grian trouble, they're both idiots and in love, and it's everything I'd look for in a published novel and so much more. This fic permanently altered my brain chemistry and I cannot recommend it enough times. SO SO SO well written. Warning: it's rated explicit, but a few updates ago it was just mature - chapter 20 and the first half of chapter 21 are the ones you might want to skip if that's not your jam! It's just kissing but it gets... a bit heated lmao.

An excerpt from the description:

[grian is falling from the sky, scar has more magic in his blood than he realized, and everyone else is so much better at seeing than they are]

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Redstone and Skulk by @silverskye13 (read here) ongoing.

Once again lost on how to describe this. Could I leave it at "please please please please read it I love it so much", by any chance? The worldbuilding is so fleshed out, probably my favourite example of characterisation I've ever seen and the descriptions are everything.

Helsknight and Tanguish (the hels version of Tango) are the duo ever. There's no shipping in this, just intense platonic bonds and lifetime devotion featuring a cranky knight and a pathetic wet cat. I love them so much.

Excerpt from the description:

Tanguish is Tango's hels, and they get along a lot better than most hels and their hermits should. Unfortunately, the universe wasn't made to house both of them. Helsmets were made to return to their hermits eventually, making a complete person. Except what happens when the hels is the stronger of the two? What happens if they really don't want to be?

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there are many downsides to being a marine biologist by donnerstag/ @martynsimp69 (read here) complete.

Unashamed to say I binge read this in exactly two days; 26 chapters, an epilogue, accompanying mermay oneshot collection (read here) and nearly crying later, I'm here to say you should totally check it out too. Because fis 🐠 and mermaid Martyn Warning: some unethical experimentation, and I think there's mention of alcohol.

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Hot Tea by @tunastime (read here) complete.

The Ethubs fic ever (and the first one I ever read!) This is what introduced me to *gesturing vaguely* whatever the heck they have going on, and I haven't been the same since. Warning: brainrot.

I'm once again stealing something from the description since tumblr oh-so-helpfully destroyed half my draft:

“Let me over,” Bdubs says again, and as he sees Etho open his mouth in protest yet again, he lurches forward, stuttering out his words. He nearly knocks the tea out of his own hands. “Just—just for tonight. Just tonight.” Etho knows he has to divide the base between them. It's the only way to settle, now, knowing everything between them. How Bdubs shouldn't be there. Etho builds the fence. Etho divides them. And Etho divides himself in the process.

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Between Us, We Have An Ocean by inkachu (read here) complete.

Only recommending this because it made me cry, and it's so well written. No shipping, just a foster care au in which Gem and Etho are... siblings. That doesn't even begin to cover how much the story really gripped me. It's soft, it's sweet, it's sad, it's amazing. Warning: I haven't cried while reading a book in probably a decade, and this is the one exception. Not to worry, I promise it won't hurt too much (saying how it ends would be a spoiler, but I promise the ending won't haunt you forever).

It's so gooood.

An excerpt from the description:

“My mum couldn’t take care of me, so she gave me to Canada.” Gem announced cheerily, swapping her red pencil for a yellow one, drawing what could only be a sun in the top corner of her page. “Then Canada found me a new mum.” Etho clicked his tongue. “Right.” “What about your mum?” “She uh, Couldn’t take care of me either. So I go to other people’s houses and they take care of me for her.”

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From the Archives by @sixteenth-days (read here) complete.

there's also an extra bunch of character studies/AUs/very cool bonus stories called From the Archives: Marginalia (read here) complete (?)

riverbed and mouse hole/black hole from Marginalia are my personal favourites. Playing around with like the physical structure of a text that way is super inspirational. I have all of the main fics downloaded to reread offline whenever I'm travelling/away from home! There's no need to know anything about The Magnus Archives to understand - personally I'd never heard of it before reading this. Also no shipping in the main fic :)

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lost in the dark (he's got a heavy heart) by @definitelynotshouting (read here) (author's explanation of the premise here) ongoing.

Warning: I'll give the warning for this one straight up, there are heavy themes like suicide and depression - Grian is going through it! If you're going to read it at least heed the ao3 tags :)

I'm stealing an excerpt from the fic to explain this one:

This hunger is a low rumble deep at the core of him, steady in the same way one might test a newly healed bone. The kind of fragile after a respawn, when your skin has knit together but the echo of pain still lingers. It doesn't hold him hostage anymore– he can muster the strength to look past it, and that, out of everything that's happened to him over the past year, is what's most frightening.

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Time to Kill Today by RimeThyme/ @going-to-the-sun (read here)

Featuring THE Ethubs song ever, some cool references to Mindcrack, and a really ineresting take on their relationship over the years. <33 read it, you won't regret it!

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Laugh rule - list of titles that made me laugh, mainly oneshots

THE DIVORCE OF THE CENTURY by glossyblue/ @good-chimes (read here)

The Government Institute for Ghost Supervision (G.I.G.S.) by glossyblue (read here)

The Rules of Buttercup Camp by glossyblue (read here)

Dead Heat by glossyblue (read here)

Interlude from Another Reality: Married Life by sixteenthdays (read here)

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Okay 2 more fic recs and I'm done, I promise xD

You Could've Applied Online by Anonymous (read here)

Actually hilarious and such fun to read! Stealing something from the description again:

Bdubs stuttered over his words, hand holding the knife tensing around the handle as he looked around the room. Was he being pranked? Did Scar do this? He couldn’t think of another conversation that had confused him more than this. Etho’s eyes crinkled around the edges, mouth subtly changing into what Bdubs imagined was a smile as he felt irritation creep into his mind. “You’re joking right now.” Another shift under the mask. He was definitely smiling now. “How’d you guess?” Or: Bdubs kills someone (on purpose), makes people angry (NOT on purpose), and somehow gets a boyfriend in the process. Or was he a bodyguard? Bdubs doesn't really know himself. Oh, and Etho just wants to pay his rent on time. Preferably without another dead roommate.

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Spring Blossoms by Fire_Cat (read here)

Ethubs, Stardew Valley-esque. Super fun read, highly recommend :D

Stealing from the description once more:

Burnt out and exhausted with city life, Etho packs up and moves to the old abandoned farm his parents owned before he was born. It's sat empty for thirty years and it's not in a good state, but he's determined to make the most of it. The town is full of good people, and he quickly finds friendship in abundance. Amongst them all though, one stands out. Bdubs is kind and funny and exceptionally talented at a number of things. He's handsome too, and Etho can't help but crush on him, just a little bit. They get along fantastically right from day one, but Etho keeps his feelings to himself. It's just a crush, it'll go away. And besides, it's not like Bdubs would ever like him back... Right?'

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If you end up reading and enjoying any of these, PLEASE go and give the authors some love in the comments! Writing really isn't an easy feat (or quick)

[iwanttobepersephone]

So I sent this message to @findingcrow

And I ended up explaining literally all of the emojis. Here they are (in order of explained, not order of how they were put). I spent 3 hours explaining this and it's a LONG post, so, sorry lol

👯‍♀️-The twins are just a pair of dancers, and I love the vibes of Scar and Grian dancing together in the desert

🫧-The bubbles are because their love has the same vibes as the way a child loves bubbles. The child thinks bubbles are pretty and fun, but often pops them due to a lack of understanding of their fragility

⚖️- The scale is a symbol for justice, something that Grian had the intention of bringing to the server, and yet, in the end, he hated following through with it (killing Scar)

🪬- The hand is called a hamsa, as far as I'm aware, and is a symbol for protection and guidance, something that Grian offered to Scar throughout the entire time they knew each other

✨️- The sparkles are about how attractive and nice their love seemed to Grian, how shiny the prospect of loving Scar was

💌- Well, to me, it feels like keeping his love hidden inside him, leaving only hints of its existence. You cannot read what's inside the envelope until you open it, but the heart implies it was sealed with love. He hides his feelings in the envelope like a letter never meant to be read

💃- Ok, so, the dancing one is the same as the pair dancing

🌌- The galaxy is about his home, as I like to think the Watchers live in sorta in space-ish. I think a lot about Grian routinely going up on the roof in any season of the series and just, staring at the stars. "Oh wow," he'll say, "it's so much more beautiful looking up than down"

🫀- I tend to use the real heart for situations when my love feels, well, *real*, more so than the typical cartoons heart can express. When it feels almost as if the other person is less of a loved one, more of a part of me, like we've become so very intertwined that I can never forget them. I think you can guess why that applies to Scar and Grian

🎭- The drama masks are, once again, about how he hid his feelings. "No," he said, "I'm not in love. He's just my partner in crime." It's also about how he acted out a personality that fit his needs, too. He always wanted to win, and Scar was a part of that. "I made a deal, I have to live up on it" while he's actively helping kill people, knocking down the number of who he'll have to kill once he's red. In the end, all his actions were for his own gain, but slowly the facade he put on them of being for Scar became real, the mask became his face

🕯- And the candles, well, "the light of the server." A candle in the dark. A fire, something so fierce and destructive, becoming passive and helpful. Something so necessary for some. Plus, they're often associated with magic and rituals, a tool for manifestation and summoning and communication. But a fallen candle, a flame forgotten before bed, it can become destructive again. That's what burns down houses, what takes lives. And if it doesn't lose control, it burns, and burns, and keeps burning until all of itself has melted, until it's nothing

⚔️- For the swords, I thought mostly of when Grian attacked him. Y'know, "YOU TRAITOR!". #1, I like to think of it as him putting his sword to Scars throat, so swords are obvious there. #2, he also was guarding himself! He trusted Scar, showed him parts of himself he never showed anyone else (maybe even revealed he's a watcher?????), and then Scar KILLED HIM! As part of a stupid game! (Yes I'm aware of the irony there it drives me insane I can rant about that themes about that for so so so so long and the guilt Grian feels for being the cause the games Rzaurskr74us4s4ua). So, obviously, he started to guard his heart, like swords across an entrance

⚰️- Coffin is 2 things, first, the way their love died as Scar did. I like to think that Grian tried to bury him a little, Scars final resting place was also the resting place of their love (at least, the final resting place of SCARS love). The second thing is that Scar would sell coffins, remember? But he never got one. He never got what he gave, but he did get everything Grian had

🎠- So, the horse isn't JUST a horse, it's a merry-go-round horse. Y'know, from a carousel? So, in all the seasons, their relationship kinda follows the same main story-beats, right?

•Early betrayal/beginning of a grudge

•They're forced to make up, even if just briefly

•Help each other out with something

•They fall out again

•They die (sometimes being the CAUSE of the others death, even if indirect)

It happens again and again.... like how a carousel goes around and around and around. You CHOSE to get on the carousel, Grian, and you can't get off until it's over, you know that, Grian

🏜- Anywas, for the desert, well, they're the desert duo

🦙- For the Llama, don't tell me you forgot about Pizza!

🌓- Ok the half moon, Let's see how effectively we can put this into words. So it's 2 sides of the moon, right? It's the same thing at its core, the moon, but two entirely separate appearances, light and dark. It's the same thing at its core, a game, but two entirely separate experiences, the player and the creator. 2 sides of the same coin sorta deal, yeah? They both play the game, too, and in my mind, Scar sorta creates the game, too, in his own way. Would Grian have ever stuck around the game the way he did if Scar weren't there? Scar kept things interesting for him, kept him from getting bored. Grian bent and created new rules to make sure Scar had fun, the game was created just as much for Scar as it was for Grian. And again, Grian plays too! Grian has plans blow up in his face, Grian faces punishments of breaking the rules, and despite what the other players may say, Grian lost, too. It's the same thing at its core, a game, unwinnable, but malleable

❤️‍🩹- The bandaged heart is a bit more on the nose,

I like to think both Grian and Scar were, in some way, hurt when they met. Maybe Grian had become used to the ultimately selfish love of the watchers, and had trouble believing that any other sort of love could exist. Maybe Scar hated his namesake, and wished he could hide it. (Examples, I can't quite decide on what I wanna do with it, lol. But as they grew closer, that changed. Grian began to believe in selflessness, and Scar began to find beauty in every part of him. They bandaged each others wounds and healed each others hearts

🧨- So, the dynamite is also pretty obvious, I feel like, like it's Grian. Now I COULD do some sort of deep meaning, pretty easily in fact (blowing up in the emotional way instead of the physical way, losing control of his emotions, once again circling back to "YOU TRAITOR"), but that's really not what I had in mind when I put it there

🏳️‍🌈- The queer flag.... do I need to explain that

🕰- So, the clock is a really cool one, because Grian knew from the very beginning that this would never last. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he had a timer in the back of his mind, constantly ticking, for when it was all gonna end. It was only ever a matter of time, but he pretended it wasn't. He pretended it would last forever. Maybe, if he hoped for long enough, the clock would stop ticking, but it didn't

⏳️- Now, the sand timer has, once again, a very similar meaning. It's a timer till the end of it all, the knowledge that it will always run out, *always*. But he still joins the games, over and over again. He flips the hourglass over and restarts the timer. The sand will keep pouring, it will never change, it will end the same, always

[bigchumpus]

your pirate au is everything, I just discovered it and. my heartttt </3 /pos your art style is incredible too, the way you draw hair and your design for Pearl's wings are both just. woah. mind blown. gorgeous.

Just want to point out a few things I love!! :)

The quotes from the sketches page: "how do you reunite with someone you thought was dead" <- MY HEARTTTT "almost died" "wings are clipped"

That one instance [screenshot from this post below] of Grian's eyes being depicted as purple after he joins Scar's crew (and presumably whatever incident left him almost dead/"injured and unconscious"), as opposed to the brown they were as a kid? The strong implication that something (or someone? the watchers perhaps? I'm assuming it's something to do with the old crew that took them in as kids) were responsible for it.

"...one day things go awry"

And excuse me again for taking a screenshot [from this post], but the one image in which Grian's eyes are obscured by a bandage, complete with a watcher symbol and a glowing purple eye?? And Pearl's eyes being purple too? And they're both dressed in purple robes... just. insane /pos

The watchers are typically depicted as an oppressive force, and yet they both look happy. IDK. Something something juxtaposition, childhood innocence versus the purple symbolising something that's very widely regarded as cruel or even evil.

All this is to say I really really love it so far!!

and also... absolutely zero pressure at all! but would you perhaps be willing to share some crumbs on the story? :)

SEFJJRHPORDHJ Awww gee! You've made my day! :D Never thought people would really notice the little details

I'm not very good at detailing moth wings which is why I went for more of a starry feel, so I'm glad you like it 😆

And since you've asked so kindly, I could share some ideas rotating in my head,

When you're a kid, I don't think you realize as much the cruelty adults are capable of. Especially when they've been treating you kindly for the most part, and the progression to harsher conditions and punishments is slow. (Pearl would've been the first to notice.)

Grian and Pearl were already stealing to survive, having nothing but each other, so when the given the offer to be spared from their decimated town, and leave as a pirate, they took it. Grian would regret that a lot later :D

I've also been pondering over the idea that no one, including Grian, realized he was an avian, because he wasn't born with wings. So was taken from his nest by hunters who'd thought he'd been stolen (hybrids aren't always treated well, and sometimes hunted down in this au, though by the time they're adults that seems to change a bit), and then taken to an orphanage (which he'd run away from) when they couldn't afford to raise him for very long.

On the other hand, Pearl was born with her traits and would live in hiding with her parents for the first few years of her life, before it'd just be her mother and her, and then just Pearl as hunters had gotten to them.

So when the two met, Grian would often use the fact that they look similar to his advantage, like "Well I'm her brother, do I seem like a hybrid? Then neither is she!"

I think in return for certain protection, Pearl would've taught him some of the basics of the alphabet and reading,

And later when they're recruited to be raised as pirates, maybe Grian would be better at the magic stuff, whereas Pearl would be better at the fighting aspect. Idk I just like the thought that they'd cover each other's bases :D

And during the beginning of the period of time where they're separated, I think there would be mishaps where they expected the other to be there, the way it'd always been.

Something something, survivors guilt and Grian maybe not being as kind and trusting as he used to be, and never making promises. Still loyal although all his presence has ever achieved is death.

Something something, Pearl still clings to the feather he'd once given her, keeps searching because she knows he's alive - he has to be alive, still wonders about if she had just been stronger—

and maybe Pearl sees a bit of her old sun in Gem, and maybe Grian learns to trust in others and himself again with Scar.

Iwouldrambleabitmorebutwe'rekindofinapickleatthemoment-

[raindropren]

I think i should make a hermitcraft camp au

AS A PERSON WHO HAS NEVER BEEN TO A CAMP, IT WILL BE INFLUENCED BY MY BUNK'D OBSESSION WHEN I WAS like 9, CAMP CAMP, AND MY OWN INSANITY ALONE!

Everyone will be like 14-17 and it will be VERY Found Family!!!! U can take the hermits being family to eachother from my COLD DEAD HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Xisuma is the Volunteer camp counselor, His parents said it'd be good to be out in nature and would be good for him!! Real Life Experience!! and they dragged him into the role. He did not want to deal with kids(elementary schoolers can be mean...) but he was pleasantly surprised to find people more his age(That being 15 at the time) He took to it well but he is slowly going insane, do not mistake that.

The camp itself is just, alittle illegal, like a camp counselor started at 15 and i don't think he should of been without adult supervision but whatever!

by the second year of camp most of the hermits had already joined the camp! I have few ideas but here's some

Joe actually did want to go to the camp! He wanted to be a camp counselor but didn't really get the opportunity to sign up so now he helps out Xisuma whenever he can! A quarter threw the first year He dragged Cleo out of the new arrivals bus and introduced her to their little friend group! Cleo really didn't wanna be there but she also really didn't like going through the summer without Joe, so now she's here. in the wilderness :]

Did i mention that the camp is a summer camp, cause!!!

S U M M E R!!

ya.

Bdubs was super enthusiastic about the nature part, he wanted to look at cool moss!!!!(me too, me too) and then forgot about the activities part of camp and for a solid month Etho had to drag him out of bed just to do something other then sleep. They'd find him sleeping in trees. I think he'd be an amazing tree climber. He'd only wake up for the forest related activities and has skipped every single swimming activity since he got there. surprisingly it's a 50/50 on if he shows up to a craft activity. one time they had a special animal-care activity and when Etho mentioned the horses the people had brought ONCE and bdubs jumped up and sprinted to them. He did not leave those horses side until they left and after that they got a stable in the camp and bdubs and etho take cake of the horses everyday together! I like them :)

He and Etho share a bunk!!!! They're in the same cabin and after the horse thing they made a little shrine and their other cabin mates... are scared.

Mumbo joined at the same time as Cleo(On the same arrival bus and everything) and was very much the youngest(like just turned 14? maybe) He was the bbabbbyyy... and also exploded something on his first day! :D

Tango, Impulse, and Zed disappeared one night and came back the next day properly unhinged and wouldn't tell a single soul what they'd been up to but after that they're seen together more then not Lol

And the next year they came back speaking of Impulses friend Skizz who they were trying to convince the parents of to send them to camp aswell! It did not work until the 3rd year! Jump for joy, they did!

Grian joined, not wanting to be there at all, having a terrible time and then well

He caused Chaos, left for a week, then came back worse and decided he'd rather be there, super concerning to the others but he didn't speak a peep about it and then went back to causing(now slightly less destructive) chaos! He and Mumbo become extremely good friends, they bribed mumbo's bunk-mate to switch cabins with grian and now they're bunk-mates! it caused confusion for a week and then became the new normal! lol. I think he'd have a digital camera and he'd take pictures of the others, but also birds, so many birds. he'd rush to take a picture everytime he saw a duck, which was everyday, because the camp was RIGHT NEXT TO A RIVER!!! ya.

He would take care of the very few chicken's, and he got the others to help make the coop better because parts of it were rusting and breaking and he was scared that the chickens were gonna get hurt.

I think he'd be a only new arrival for the rest of that summer(so like he arrived like, 2 months into the second summer? how long is summer again? IDK) With hermits that join in season 5 probably arriving during the first month of summer? lets say? ya.

The 3rd summer had two new arrivals which was Pearl and Gem!! They arrived on the same bus and definitely had known eachother beforehand(aka Pearl went "I'm going to this camp next summer, u should come too :3" and Gem said "well okay i guess")

I think Grian and Pearl are siblings(you couldn't take that headcanon away if u tried LOL) and Pearl arriving was wweeirdddd cause grian had missed them arriving and then everytime he saw pearl he did a double take like 'did, did I just see who i thought I saw??????'

aka Grian did NOT know their Parents were sending Pearl to this Camp aswell teehe

I think Joel would arrive and be tackled by Grian, they knooww eachootherr aswell!!! yiippeee, I also think Joel and Etho should know eachother aswell, like they'd been to the same school and stuff lol.

Skizz Arrives and Impulse promptly gives him the biggest hug because He missed his best friend!!!!!!! it's been months!!!! they're dramatic about it.

I really have no other idea's, i wish i did!!!!

either way!! i think they have a camp group chat that is constantly getting chattered in even when it isn't summer lolsie

this was for fun, maybe i'll write more info i've thought about for this au, down again at some point, but ya!!! Fun!!! Yiippeee

[quartz-eye]

Based on last episode of SL.

The last thunder struck, crashing down to the earth and announcing that Pearl had died.

Everyone was leaving one by one. There was nothing much to do, the winner is known, everyone’s dead. That’s it, that’s the end.

Bodies were lying on the ground, some died fast death, some were teared and cut trough as if there was no tomorrow, and there wasn’t. Maybe that’s why Scar didn’t feel bad. Maybe that’s why he still tried to find Pearl to finish her off, there was no point in fighting. If not today, then when?

Come to think of it, did he go over the line? Had he been too harsh on everyone with their deaths, no mercy had been shown. Surely anyone who will be able to, will look at him with unease for the next few weeks.

Whatever, honestly he couldn’t care less, that’s what they get for leaving him for death when some kind of sanity was still on this server left. They wanted him dead? Oh how the tables had turned, and they had turned quick.

Not being able to find Pearl started to get on his nerves, if that dammed zombie would have just stayed away-

Suddenly he jumped. Feeling a pair of hands on his shoulders.Grian had never left, he had to see who would end up winning. Kind of ironic how his own sister and Scar were the last two standing.

Everyone was slowly leaving, getting either bored or returning back to their home. He will soon too do it. Just a bit more.

Grian had been watching for a while now, since he died a rather unfair death. And he would be lying if seeing Scar tear everyone apart and lie his way to alliance didn’t entertain him. Always the villain, wasn’t he?

Only after he was the last one left, watching the back and forth bettering between Pearl and Scar of who should rather win. (Grian never missed how Scars eyes shone with pure bloodlust and insanity when he was tearing trough Gems body at any angle he could get. He never missed how quickly Scar jumped on Pearl, not letting her even have one last talk with him, he was just going for it, he had no morals left. Grian would never admit how much comfort that crazed look gave him).

Grian had been too deep into thought when a loud crack and a shout pulled him out of it. Pearl popped right besides him. Groaning when realising she died of falling off a cliff, what a lame way, she had grumbled, waving her hand is swift motion at Grian as a ‘’See you later on the server’’ and left.

Man. Not even a hello, or how are you.

Grian looked back at Scar. That man was truly something else. He could eat someone alive, and has, but will get scared of tiny spiders and basically powerless mobs. That zombie had taken his attention off of Pearl dying, he guessed. As the said maniac was now looking for her.

No one was here anymore.

Sighing, Grian floated behind Scar and put his transparent hands on Scars shoulders making the man jump. Leaning closer to the side of his head Grian whispered the final words:

‘’She’s dead, you won.’’

Now full hugging the man, ignoring the blood dripping from his hands and just everything in general, Grian tried to get some peace.

It didn’t last long, Scar wanted to turn in his task, he had done it, why shouldn’t he, let the watchers have their favourite have the final say.

That’s when Grian realised that the heart of the secret keeper was empty, it was a hollow corpse of a dead watcher, he could easily take its body and morph it into who he was. So that’s what he did, as soon as Scar signed it in, Grian pulled his soul into the depths of its heart.

It took a moment for anything to happen, once it did, the thin layer of stone that had formed around the corpse started to crack and fall off. If Scar didn’t know any better, he’d think he had completely lost it.

Finally after getting all the dust, moss and ores off of himself, Grian took the mask with the symbol off too.

They were now looking at each other, Grian sat up, looking down on Scar now with a dumbfounded look.

‘’Forgot you could do that.’’ Scar sighed and relaxed, walking over to now the giant that his Sun was.

Grian put his palm down, spreading it so Scar could easily step on it. They didn’t say a word after that, Grian only took his hand to his heart and teleported back to Hermitcraft.

Scar could barely register his surrounding after it, but before he could focus, Grian crashed into him, clinging onto him for dear life.

‘’You did it.’’ Grian giggled in a whisper, he looked at Scar, seeing the greenish-blue fade back into his eyes, and wiped the blood off of his face. He didn’t care how metallic it all felt, how every touch created a new stain on his own clothes. ‘’How do you feel? Got it out of your system?’’

Grian asked, he knows how much Scar wants to sometimes go out and slice everyone in his way, this must have defused that ticking bomb for a while now.

Scar stretched out his wings. The blue hue of vex magic finally getting a chance to breathe, it had been a while, since the Life games ban any types of wings. And his especially ever since the watchers found out he can use them to chop anyone to shreads. Scar put them around both of them, making the sun less brighter to their eyes and making it cast a blueish light on their faces.

‘’Better than ever, well, I feel uncomfortable, but mentally, it’s great.’’

He looked back at Grian and huffed, placing his forehead on Grian, ‘’Do you think I went overboard?’’

‘’Scar-‘’

‘’I feel like I was a bit obvious with it, I mea-‘’

‘’Scar! I don’t know why, but they love you, if anything you did what they wanted-‘’

‘’Love is a strong word after the bullshit they made me do, Grian.’’ Scars face fell, voice becoming deadpan.

Grian giggled, it was true, not once did the watchers give the man a break from violence. ‘’I mean, it lined up perfectly? Take it as a ‘’love’’ sign from them, y’know, a gift.’’

‘’Everyone wanted me dead Grian.’’ Scar tried to reason, he would lie if he said everything was dandy for the past months, but Grian saw what he couldn’t, he knew how it worked, and he for sure knew Scar, so making everyone against him was the only right move so the man would not get attached and end up dead again. Again.

‘’And that’s why it works! It’s a fifty-fifty, they can’t be mad at you, you never had anyone to begin with! So you got rid of ‘em all!’’

‘’Yeah, real sweet-‘’

Honestly it was going in loops, Grian pulled Scar to his eye level and kissed the man to shut him up. Honestly it was the only way he could have the last word. It always felt like arguing with a wall.

If he won, then he won. Grian knew the watchers plan, he knew that everything would be evened out so their entertainment wouldn’t end up dumped by everyone.

Grian wouldn’t let that slide anyways.

Scar was his favourite.

Even if he was a bit messed up morally.

[scribbling-dragon]

are we allies or enemies? (this will be the death of me)

summary:

Only when it persists does he finally close all of his eyes again, opening only the normal pair to stare down at his wrist mournfully. Invisible now, but visible just moments ago, was a green string, thin and wavering on occasion but resolutely leading somewhere. That somewhere presumably being Joel. The sensation makes sense now, if his soul has, once again, been tied to another. This one somehow being more reckless than the last. [alternatively, what if the "double life" of session three was a little more…literal]

(ao3 link)

(6,382 words)

been going a little insane over joel and grian since last week's episodes, so here you go! fun little reminder to reblog if you enjoyed it (and leave me any thoughts in the tags! i love reading 'em!)

Sparks burst to life before him, flaring green and burning themselves into his retinas, leaving afterimages he’ll be blinking away for the next few minutes. The book presents itself amidst these sparks, swirling together out of nothing.

The book he reaches for, and catches in his hands, is however very real. Unlike the sparks, which don't even carry any sensation with them. They may as well not land on his skin, for how little he feels of them. The sparks alight on the ends of his fingers as he closes them around the leather-bound book, but there is nothing beyond the visual of green sparks that tells him this.

The sparks fade from vivid green to nothingness as he flips the book open. Its cover ripples beneath his touch, enchantments sending a smooth wave of cold over his skin. It’s colder than usual, seeming to permeate every fibre of his being.

For every injury Joel Smallishbeans receives, you must receive the same. You can let him in on this secret but no one else... If either of you die in the next twenty-four hours, you fail.

As Grian reads the exact details of his task, as he allows the information to settle within his brain, he feels something else settle alongside it.

It is unfamiliar, and yet not. Something that he remembers, but different, in a way he cannot find words for. There is no description for the familiarity with which he accepts the sensation, nor are there any words for the unfamiliarity of it.

To share whatever damage Joel takes with himself…

He straightens his arms out in front of him, scrutinising the backs of his hands. There is nothing there except the few feathers he has dotting the backs of his hands. The tawny brown feathers rustle in an unseen breeze, before he’s flipping his hands over and scrutinising his palms instead.

There is no sign of damage, no sign of anything amiss, and yet the strange sensation persists.

He frowns for a moment, hands still held out in front of him, book awkwardly held in one hand.

He sighs, dropping his arms back down and turning to shove his task book into the small book holster they’d all been given. He doesn’t want to think about the small details on the bag, nor the way it fits each of the participants perfectly. He’s seen others customising their own, painting over the leather with team designs to denote belonging to one faction or another.

His own remains in the same state it was when he got it. The only decorations are a single eye, wide open, and embossed on the side he keeps turned inwards, resting against his side, and a cactus charm. He doesn’t question the choice of accessories; to do so would only open up a whole other can of worms. And he’s already got a rather complex can of worms opened in front of him, namely Joel.

He glances around himself as another idea comes to roost in his mind. He checks around himself carefully. His vantage point upon the spiralling staircases of his base means he can see for miles around, watching carefully to make sure no others are approaching to interrupt what he’s about to do.

With that confirmed, he turns back to himself and opens his eyes to See.

It’s obvious, almost immediately, what is wrong. The sensation that sends something crawling beneath his skin, a restless itch that cannot be scratched no matter what he does. He still stares at it a moment longer, as though his Sight would ever be able to deceive him. As though It is capable of such a thing.

Only when it persists does he finally close all of his eyes again, opening only the normal pair to stare down at his wrist mournfully.

Invisible now, but visible just moments ago, was a green string, thin and wavering on occasion but resolutely leading somewhere. That somewhere presumably being Joel. The sensation makes sense now, if his soul has, once again, been tied to another. This one somehow being more reckless than the last.

He groans, allowing himself this singular moment of despair. Joel has been more reckless this go-around more than anyone else. His injuries are numerous, and refusing to heal, and yet he continues on. It’s as though he’s incapable of learning not to leap from high places or fight a skeleton without a shield. At least he’s not got the arrows still sticking out of him.

He casts a baleful look towards the sky above him. “I'm sure you're finding this really quite hilarious,” he mutters to himself. He feels Their eyes turn onto him, watching with something that almost resembles amusement. As much amusement as an amorphous collective of spectators set on consuming your agony can feel, he supposes. “Is this a joke? Or are you trying to get me to keep Joel alive a little longer?”

He almost takes his book out of the holster its currently sitting in to wave it at the sky in protest. But doing so will only make him look like a madman, and he’s rather certain he can hear people moving around the bottom of the hill he resides on. No need to scare anyone else away – he’s alone enough as it is already.

Their eyes continue to rest on him, silence filling the unmeasurable distance between him and Them. They could be right in front of his face, for all Grian would know of it. Only if he opened all his eyes again would that happen, and he’s already starting to get a headache from using that a minute ago.

“Whatever,” he dismisses them. “I'm sure you're just looking to cause me the most pain possible; congrats! He’s already halfway to yellow, and he doesn’t have a wary bone in his body! You’ve set me up for failure here!”

Their silence almost seems to suggest laughter, which is when Grian gives up. He throws his hands in the air and storms back down his winding staircase.

He can only hope that no-one saw him yelling at the sky.

=== === ===

He approaches slowly, cautious of the voices he can hear carrying on the wind. Entering this particular area always makes him feel as though he’s been twisted around and put back together wrong. The sideways house and the upside-down house confuse some part of his brain; as does the somehow-sideways pond. Mumbo hadn’t given him and answer on just how he managed to make such a thing.

Stood beneath a cherry tree, talking to his teammates (are they teammates? They all live close to each other, but he’s not sure they’ve ever confirmed forming a team), is his target.

“Joel!” he calls, waving a hand when the man in question turns to see who’s calling out for him. “C’mere, I need to talk to you!”

“I- one second, Grian. We’re having a bonding moment right now.” Joel turns back to his conversation, one about favourite movies for some reason.

Grian tries not to let himself feel too frustrated at him. “Yeah, well, I might need you to un-bond for a second.” It would be so much easier to just snap the tether between him and Joel, to take a pair of metaphorical scissors to the metaphorical, non-corporeal thread linking him to Joel. For something that doesn’t actually exist, it rests pretty heavy around his wrist.

Joel ignores him. He huffs in frustration, scuffing his foot into the grass. He’s well aware that he’s not the most patient person, but what he has to say is far more important than some bonding moment over movies!

He could go right now. He doesn’t even need to tell Joel about this. He could just leave, and Joel would be none the wiser.

…And then there’d be no opportunity to protect Joel. No way to watch over him and make sure Joel doesn’t come to harm, so he doesn’t come to harm. He scowls a little deeper at the grass in front of him, digging his heel in a little deeper. The soil is soft, and gives way easily beneath his foot, as though it’s only just been shifted to this spot and not yet trampled properly into place.

“Joel,” he calls out again, during a lull in the conversation. He puts a little more urgency into his voice this time, slightly pleading with the man to simply listen and come with him. Joel looks over his shoulder at him, must see something in his face, his eyes – whatever – to convince him to finally listen.

“Okay, one sec. I need to see what Grian needs.”

He sighs, rolling his eyes as finally Joel comes over to speak with him, abandoning the rest of his group to continue talking about movies.

“I need to talk to you about something.”

“Okay?”

“Not here,” Grian turns around, spotting Joel’s helter-skelter almost immediately. “Let’s got to your base; we can discuss things a little more privately there.”

“Uh-huh,” Joel nods, sounding almost like he disagrees. Still, when Grian turns to check over his shoulder, Joel is following behind him.

=== === ===

“Look, just. This might seem like it’s against the rules, but here.” He’s halfway through undoing the latches on his book holster, the leather straps slipping free of their buckles easily. He reaches in and retrieves his task for the week. His hands clutch it a little tighter, eyes almost straying towards where he knows the Secret Keeper’s statue sits as it watches.

He releases it after only a small internal debate, depositing it into Joel’s hands.

“Uh, you feeling alright fella?” Joel’s fingers don't tighten around the book, don't do anything to keep a hold of something that is, realistically, actually quite precious. And important. “You're aware you just handed me your secret task book, yeah?”

“No, Joel. I've actually gone blind from exposure to the sun and I meant to hand you the other, totally normal, book that I keep in my specially designed book holster.” He pauses for a moment, letting the sarcasm sink it, lets the annoyed expression begin to cross Joel’s face before he continues. “Yes, Joel. I just handed you my task. Just read it; everything will make sense once you do.”

“Alright…” Joel continues to eye him, even as he flips the book open. He turns past the battered pages of already complete tasks, instructions crossed out in blotchy ink. He holds the book in one hand, spine cradled in his palm and thumb pressed over the eye engraved into the book’s back cover. A mirror image to the one embossed on his book holster. It almost seems to burn a brand into his leg, where it rests. “Your loss, I guess. For every injury,” he begins to read.

“Not out loud!” Grian hisses, surging forward to cover Joel’s mouth with his hands. He doesn’t quite make contact, stopping just before he can actually cover Joel’s mouth – he doesn’t feel like being licked today. Joel pauses as well, the hissed shouting enough to shut him up for a second. “Not out loud,” Grian repeats, a little calmer. “Read it silently; use your head words.”

Joel hums, before looking back down at the task again.

Grian can see the exact moment everything slots together in his head, because he gains an odd glimmer in his eyes, a gleeful laugh falling from his open mouth. “Oh my gosh, is this real?”

“Why wouldn’t it be- yes it’s real!”

Joel cackles again, snapping the book shut and tossing it back to Grian. Grian fumbles, reaching out to grab it before it can spill open on the ground between them. It would be just his luck for someone to come along at just that moment and be let in on the secret. The task may not be one he’s looking forward to, but he’d rather not fail that early!

He looks back up. “Woah, hey, what are you doing? Joel? What are you doing-!”

He lurches forward, forgetting the book and reaching for Joel instead. Who continues to laugh as he steps backwards off the small ledge he’s left behind. Grian shudders to a halt, the shock of impact crawling up his legs. He winces, peering over the edge with an angry scowl as he hears Joel hiss in pain.

“You idiot!” His wings flare out at he yells down at Joel, casting a shadow over where the other man stands. “Why’d you do that!”

“For fun,” Joel shrugs. He takes a step and winces. Phantom pain flares up along Grian’s own leg, a tingling sensation that quickly dissipates. “Maybe shouldn’t’ve.”

“You think?” He might be overreacting slightly, but that wouldn’t have happened if he didn’t tell Joel this. None of this would have happened if he just contented himself with watching from a distance. Sue him for wanting to spend a little time around some of his friends though! He sat and built a staircase leading to nowhere because no-one stuck around with him for long enough last week!

“Hm, maybe.” Joel begins clambering back up to where Grian stands. Hopefully, not to jump off again. “This is probably why I don't last very long in these things.”

Really? Grian doesn’t say, though he tries to communicate it as best as he can with his face alone. You think?

“Okay, whatever.” Joel sighs, “I’ll do my best not to get hurt today, alright? Spare you the pain, or whatever.” He then makes a shooing motion with both hands, looking confused when Grian sticks around instead.

“You want me to just leave?”

“Uh, yeah. Things’ll be a bit hard with you hanging around, y’know. I want to get my own task done; my very secret, very important, task.”

“You're aware of who you're talking to, right?” He tips his head to the side, spreading his hands out to the sides, as though gesturing to himself. The guy that kept Scar from killing himself almost immediately, goes unsaid, though he’s sure the sentiment gets across to Joel. “You can’t just get rid of me that easily.”

“You're gonna make things very difficult. You're gonna make my life quite difficult if you're hanging around with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he crosses his arms and puts his foot down. Metaphorically. His feet are already on the ground. “You need to be kept safe.”

=== === ===

He turns his back for one moment. One moment. And Joel is gone. Disappeared into thin air.

He absently waves goodbye to Gem as she leaves. And then it’s just Grian and the looming figure of the Secret Keeper. He almost turns back around to face It, maybe swear at it a little bit for putting him in this situation (seemingly over and over again- Scar, Scar again, now Joel). He doesn’t, if only because this is a public area frequently visited by others, and he doesn’t want to be found cussing the statue out for his task.

Fine. Fine, whatever. He can work with this.

If Joel wants to slip away when Grian’s not looking, then he can Look for him in return. Is it cheating? Probably. Does he actually care? Not at all. The Secret Keeper looms behind him, a threatening and ominous figure on the dark horizon. He ignores it easily, considering the cussing-the-statue-out idea again before dismissing it just as easily.

When he opens his eyes – hundreds upon hundreds of them, wings flickering with the lights of thousands of eyes opening at once, not something you want to be seeing if you're just a regular old person – he finds Joel almost immediately. Halfway across the server and looking for Scar of all people.

He snaps the eyes shut again just as quickly, settling back into his body uneasily. He checks around himself carefully for any of his friends – passing out from the weight of a thousand eyes resting upon you is not, apparently, a very fun way to do so. And it’s an incident he’d rather not repeat.

His eyes take a moment to refocus on the ground in front of him, unused to only viewing the world from a singular pair and making him dizzy as they struggle to readjust.

He shakes his head, which only makes the dizziness worse for several long seconds, before it clears up completely. After that, it’s a relatively short trip to Trader Scar’s, where he comes across Joel as he’s walking away from the shack.

“Where have you been!” is what he chooses to announce his presence with, watching as Joel’s head swivels around to face him. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere, and I find you here?”

“Grian…” Joel looks faintly guilty. “Funny seeing you here.”

“Uh-huh,” he crosses his arms. “You not got anything else to say to me?”

“Like what?”

“Sorry would be a good place to start,” he sniffs in a short breath through his nose. He would look away from Joel, but he’s also pretty sure Joel would take that as another opportunity to slip away (-which…hurts a little, he can admit that much. Sure, Joel has his task to do, but to slip away from one of his friends when they're really just hanging out for the next day. Hurts a little-) and instead keeps his eyes firmly fixed on him. “Though I will also take you begging for my forgiveness.”

“Yeah,” Joel snorts. “Why don't I just give you all my diamonds while I'm at it?” Joel brightens visibly a moment later. “Scar! Just the guy I was looking for!”

Joel brushes past him, shoulders barely touching as he ditches him in favour of someone else. Grian frowns, turning to look after him, and maybe he’s being a little bit too sensitive about this. Maybe he’s just been spending a little too much of his time alone with his twisting, nonsensical staircase for this to be upsetting him as much as it is.

He’s distracted a moment later when Joel starts talking to Scar. The gentle thrumming of another heart beside his own, only picking up on occasion when he runs or encounters a creeper. Mumbo’s stood on the edges of the conversation, the same as him.

Now, it’s going a mile a minute, thumping so hard that Grian’s convinced he can feel the heart – Joel’s heart – in his throat, pressing at the back of his mouth and making him feel sick. He clamps his mouth shut with the realisation, anything he was going to say cut off.

“Why is everyone so concerned about the camel, and where is the camel is the real question!” Scar responds, gesturing widely. He looks vaguely distressed about the whereabouts of his camel.

“I dunno where the camel is but I just want you to play it safe.” Joel looks completely relaxed, and Grian maybe would have believed it if it didn’t feel like his heart was about to beat out his chest and leap up his throat. It’s not even his heart – it’s Joel’s! He’s really beginning to feel like he got the short end of the stick here. Should have just collected a new task from the Secret Keeper and been done with all this. “I feel like you should stay off the camel today Mumbo- I mean Scar.”

“Why is Mumbo and Joel both telling me to be careful with my camel?” Scar looks over at him, like he has the answers. He shrugs, the only response he can manage while still feeling as though he’s going to vomit. How Joel’s carrying out a normal conversation, with his heart thumping like this, is beyond him.

“I dunno. Weird isn’t it.”

“It is weird,” Scar agrees. He’s squinting at Joel now, suspicion written across his face.

“Like seeing two black cats.” Joel’s heart slows a little, something akin to disappointment washing over his face, there and gone again.

“…Depends how many cats you own.”

Grian pauses, then starts laughing. Mumbo laughs along too, perhaps not sure on why their little group has just started laughing at the little comment he made. Maybe because it cut through the invisible tension that had begun to form in the air between Joel and Scar, Scar obviously attempting to figure out why Joel was acting so odd. Grian had a small idea, but not enough to confidently say he knew what Joel’s task is.

=== === ===

Grian has to jog to catch up with Joel, who was definitely not trying to slip away from him again.

“Joel!” He calls out.

“Grian,” Joel slows and turns to face him. “Funny to see you here.”

“You weren’t trying to slip away from me again, were you?” he teases. Both of them know full well that Joel was trying to slip away from him, escape and do whatever task that he’s apparently unable to do with Grian present. A task that also, apparently, makes Joel’s heartrate skyrocket – enough to make Grian feel the effects of it. “’Cause I just want you to know that’s impossible.”

“Really? ‘Cause that sounds like a challenge.”

“It is most certainly not-”

“Agh!” Joel leaps backwards, almost crashing into Grian and sending both of them to the ground. “Turn around, turn around! There’s a skeleton there.”

That’s it? Joel continues backpedalling, away from the skeleton that has apparently spooked him badly enough to do a complete one-eighty. He turns around to tell Joel just this, completely ignoring (forgetting) the skeleton stood just a few feet away from him.

He makes a pained sound as the skeleton shoots him in the shoulder, raising his shield just a moment too late. He almost reaches up to yank the arrow right back out, pausing, and raising his shield instead. He ignores the way the arrow shifts in his shoulder, buried in the junction between skin and feather.

Joel makes another startled sound, and Grian – remembering to raise his shield this time – turns to watch him fending off a singular zombie. For someone that so confidently killed several of his friends last time, he sure is struggling with a singular zombie.

“Grian!” Joel calls, voice cracking. “Aren't you supposed to be protecting me right now!”

“Bit busy here!” An arrow embeds itself into his shield with a thunk, the skeleton rattling ominously as it takes a few more shambling steps towards him. He reaches out from behind the shield to swipe at the skeleton, sword aiming for its bony neck at the exact moment that Joel drops his shield and gets swiped by the zombie.

Grian stumbles at the flare of pain up his forearm, taking another arrow to the shoulder as penance for his momentary distraction.

Grian can already feel the blood welling up from the wound, causing his jumper to stick to his arm as it continues to bleed. The injury will not begin to clot or heal or scab over, it will just stop bleeding, eventually, in order to prevent them bleeding out.

He grits his teeth through the pain and swipes at the skeleton, hitting the mark this time. He ignores the way it jostles the arrows stuck in him, the flare of pain spreading like wildfire before fading back to a dull throb moments later.

He hears Joel’s small noise of victory as he manages to defeat the zombie, the last groans of the undead fading away as it collapses into a pile of ash. Joel kicks a foot through that pile of ash, further dispersing it.

“C’mon,” Joel begins walking again, forcing Grian to abandon his task of trying to pull one of the arrows out of himself safely. “You gotta be quiet if you're sticking with me, yeah? When I hide, you hide. When I'm quiet, you're quiet.”

“Whatever you say.” He can only hope this means that Joel’s going to stop slipping away from him. It’s hard enough to keep him alive as it is!

=== === ===

His shirt is completely ruined. The blood stains the white fabric really quite obviously, making it completely unsalvageable. He could put it through the washing machine a thousand times and it still wouldn’t come out clean.

Which is why he has no qualms with using it to clean the quickly drying blood off his arm. He presses his back a little deeper into the dirt him and Joel are currently hiding behind. He keeps his breathing as quiet as possible to let Joel do…whatever it is that Joel is doing. He’s listening in on someone’s conversation behind them, making small notes to himself in his task book.

At least he’s keeping the book directed carefully away from where Grian crouches. As much as it’s against the rules, he wouldn’t be able to resist peeking if he was able.

He continues to clean the blood off his arm calmly. This jumper’s probably ruined as well. He might be able to wash it and continue wearing it like normal – it is red after all, but the blood has dried darker than the fabric, leaving it as a rather obvious stain at the moment.

The arrow in his left shoulder is next. He grips is gently around the base, poking at the entry point of the thing. It doesn’t seem like the arrowhead shattered within his shoulder, but you can never be sure. Skeleton’s arrows are notoriously prone to falling apart at the slightest impact; and the amount of force it takes to bury and arrow into flesh is a little more than the slightest impact.

He grips the arrow firmly, between finger and thumb, and yanks. He grits his teeth to muffle any small noises of pain he might make, curling in on himself slightly. A little more blood leaks out now that the arrow has been removed, sitting in his bloody palm instead.

The arrowhead looks to be intact, which only makes him grateful that he doesn’t have to dig around in his shoulder for any small pieces of flint that may have chipped off. Just the thought is enough to make him feel ill, and the memory of the last time he did have to do it makes bile rise in his mouth.

“What are you doing,” Joel hisses at him when he starts trying to reach for the other arrow. This one is a little more awkward to reach, embedded in his back rather than his front, forcing him to try and reach over his shoulder to yank this one out.

“What does it look like I'm doing,” he hisses back. The pain’s making him a little grouchy, wings moving behind him. His nerves are all kinds of weird right now, leaving him with twitchy feathers and in an irritable mood.

“Looks like you're trying to be an idiot,” Joel returns. “Did you really have to do this right now? Right here?”

“Oh, so sorry,” Grian whispers. “I’ll just sit here for the next thirty minutes with these damn arrows sticking out of me!”

“I didn’t turn you into a pin-cushion,” Joel mutters. He looks back at Grian a moment later, no longer peeking over the top of their little hiding spot to watch the small group nearby. “Just, turn around. You're gonna snap it off like that, and then you’ll be in even worse spot than before.

Grian grumbles to himself but shuffles around, ignoring the cramping of his legs from being crouched in one position for so long. He feels Joel’s hands on his back and wing, pulling the wing and stretching it out slightly to see where the arrow’s stuck in him.

The feeling of another’s hands on his wings will never not be strange to him, but he grits his teeth and bears it as Joel prods at the arrow. Perhaps not very gently, but then he also doesn’t yank it out of him with much gentleness either.

“Oops, sorry,” Joel says, patting him awkwardly on the back. He sounds at least a little sorry for just yanking it out like that. “Thought it’d be better to just, get it out, you know? It’d only irritate and worsen everything if I just sat and wiggled it around.”

“Thanks,” Grian manages. The sound of his own flesh parting around the arrow is not something he wants to hear any time soon. The gristly sound of it enough to make the bile rise in his mouth again. He breathes through it as best as he can, watching as Joel returns to listening in on other people’s conversations.

They’ll go butt into someone’s conversation in a few moments, Joel attempting a task that Grian still doesn’t understand.

=== === ===

The warmth of the flames against his skin is comfortable. Maybe he should have thought this through a little more, considered everything a moment longer, before setting the base on fire in a fit of frustration. Nothing about it looked quiet right, and he couldn’t figure out what was wrong with it.

“And his base is on fire,” the other source of his current frustration said, announcing his arrival. “Why’s the base on fire?”

“Oh no,” Grian glances back at his on-fire, currently collapsing mess of a base. “I didn’t even realise. Definitely didn’t…set it on fire myself. That’d be a stupid thing to do,” he tucks the flint and steel he used back into his inventory. “Seems like I only have one choice now! Gonna have to move in with you now!”

“Yeah, look.” Joel inhales sharply, pressing his hands together before looking back at Grian, “I'm considering begging for a new task, at the moment. This one’s turning out to be impossible, even without you following me around.”

“Good to know I'm not the problem,” Grian responds, voice dry.

“Yeah, yeah. I thought I’d come tell you, because, you know. It’s gonna affect you if everything goes wrong and stuff. Which it probably will!”

“Wait- what? You're being serious? Just- why would you wanna ask for another task? You’ve not got much life left in you, you get any more taken away and you're gonna be surviving on basically nothing!”

“Wow, already predicting my failure?”

“The tasks are near-impossible, Joel! There’s a very high chance that you're just gonna fail!”

“Yeah, and I'm gonna fail this one anyway,” Joel crosses his arms.

“At least there’s no consequence to it- look,” he sighs. “Just give it a few more tries, yeah? If it still doesn’t work out, go get a new task.”

“Ugh, you care way too much about this,” Joel grumbles.

“My life is also on the line here!” He might fail if Joel dies, sure, but he might also die with it. There’s no saying how far this bond goes between them.

=== === ===

“Grian!”

“Agh- Joel!” Grian startles at Joel shouting in his ear, nearly dropping his axe as he spins around. “You're lucky I didn’t cave your head in just then!”

“Yeah, thanks for that. Can I have your heart?”

“I- what?” Grian blinks at him. “You reappear out of nowhere, after ditching me again, and ask for my heart? While your wife’s watching?”

Joel waves him off. “We can go somewhere a little more private, if you want. Lizzie doesn’t care. I’ll even gift you a heart back, yeah?”

“Uh, sure.” He pulls out his comm, glancing up to find Joel doing the same, both of them tapping the command into their screens simultaneously. Grian feels the moment Joel’s gift bursts through to him, a slight reduction of his general tiredness, making him feel a little lighter than before. It’s a welcome relief after the not-even-a-full-day that he’s had.

“So I got another task,” Joel says seconds later, ruining any kind of relief Grian might have had.

“What?” Grian resists the urge to grab Joel by his shoulders and shake him. Maybe he’ll manage to shake the idiocy out of him. “What do you mean? Why would you do that?”

“’Cause I felt like it,” Joel shrugs. “Could you get everyone to gather at the Secret Keeper? I got something I wanna show them.”

“Oh, wow,” he hopes his expression conveys how unimpressed (and annoyed) he is with Joel right now. “I wonder why that might be. Gathering the whole server together for a bit of fun?”

“Something like that, yeah. Alright,” Joel turns around, “see you in a bit! Make sure you get everyone!”

Grian drops his head into his hands and groans.

This day can’t get any worse. Ack, no, he shouldn’t think like that, because now it will get worse.

=== === ===

“And, everyone’s almost here,” Grian feels a little breathless, running to every corner of the server to collect every single person. He wishes for his wings to recover a little quicker – the clipped feathers would usually regenerate themselves within a few days, leaving him able to fly over the server. But with the state of things right now, they’ve remained clipped and grounded him. “Don't see why you couldn’t have done it yourself.” He pokes Joel in the chest, half-joking and half-irritated for having to run to every single corner.

Joel pushes his hand away, laughing a little at Grian’s misery. “Consider it payment for the attempts that you messed up.”

“I didn’t mess any of your attempts up, you-”

“Oh, wow, would you look at that, Grian! Everyone else seems to be arriving, ahaha! Goodbye!” Grian turns to glance over his shoulder where Joel points, only to turn back and be graced with the sight of Joel already twenty blocks high.

“Joel!” he yells, already knowing that there was nothing to be done here. “Oh gods.” He watches Joel precariously build himself up another ten blocks before he buries his face in his hands. “I can’t watch.”

“Oh my gosh,” the rattle of bones pulling up beside him heralds Lizzie’s arrival. “Oh no, what is he doing?”

“I don't even wanna look,” he complains. He can hear the tumbling of pebbles from the pillar Joel’s created for him, peeking through the gaps in his fingers despite his earlier words. Joel seems to just be going up and up, climbing higher without end. He feels sick just watching it.

People begin to arrive in small groups, more and more gathering as Joel only gets higher and higher. People ask him what’s happening – they’ve been together all session, so people think he knows what goes through Joel’s mind. He doesn’t think even Joel knows what goes through Joel’s mind.

He lowers his hands from his face to watch as Joel stops, teetering on the very edge of his tower. He looks down, watching as Martyn continues to scramble up the wonky tower, on the verge of falling of it himself in pursuit of guessing Joel’s task before he can make the leap of faith.

Grian covers his eyes again, unable to bear watching it. He can feel Joel’s heart in his ears, beating a fast tempo alongside his own – it’s a panicked sort, like the thundering of a drum or the frenzied pumping of a rabbit’s heart moments before its own death.

Please let him succeed, he begs, almost begs. Please, don't let him fail, he amends.

He can feel the moment Joel steps off the edge, can feel the sudden weightlessness – the feeling of panic that carries over the bond. He can feel the loss of air in his lungs, as the rapidly reducing height steals it from his chest.

He sits down a little heavily, on the raised dirt mound just behind him. He leans against it, really, unable to watch as someone tied to him plummets towards the ground.

It’s in the last few moments that Grian realises he’s not going to make it. When the panic flashing across the bond turns into sheer terror. It renders him gasping for breath as quietly as he can behind his hands as everyone else yells – a mixture between shock and encouragement. It’s been only a few moments, barely enough time to process what’s begun to happen in front of them.

The pressure of it travels so sharply up his legs that he’s certain they’ll break, jarring and so, so different to that first jump Joel had done, right when Grian revealed the situation to him, to test how far it went.

He drags in a ragged breath as the shouts of excitement turn to ones of horror, as everyone processes it. He only draws his hands away from his face when he’s certain he’s not going to be sick, phantom pains still ricocheting through his limbs. Through his entire being.

Maybe it’s better to fail.

Joel’s voice breaks out over the crowd, respawning in front of the Secret Keeper rather than his base. As though It wants to parade him around, to allow everyone to gape and gawp at his failure moments after it has happened.

His legs feel as though they won’t hold his weight, meaning when he manages to stand he’s more than a little surprised. Joel’s at the centre of attention, everyone watching him – eagerly – hand in his failure, to receive the punishment the Secret Keeper bestows upon him for reaching higher than he can achieve.

Grian accepts his own failure graciously. It is far better to fail and gain nothing, than die alongside Joel and still gain nothing. As selfish as that makes him feel. He still feels a little out of it, even as he smiles and grins and jokes as he hands in his task, accepts the failure and the light-hearted mockery of his friends.

He feels a little bit not himself. The injuries passed over to him by Joel remain, as though their souls had not properly separated after his death. He knows they did. He hasn’t checked properly, not yet, not with so many onlookers, but the thumping of a heart that he’d barely noticed before is missing.

“Ugh, that was lame.” Joel says, after the majority of the crowds have dispersed, rolling his neck as he speaks, working out whatever respawn joint stiffness was sticking with him. He looks over at Grian as he speaks. “Uh, Grian? You alright there?”

Grian smiles in response, hopes it doesn’t waver with the phantom pains still rattling his bones a f coursing through his veins. “Just fine,” he says. “Almost perfect!”

He is. The bond broke before he could die alongside Joel. He’s fine.

He’ll be fine.

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

asking about your convex serial killer au

you've activated my trap card!!!

convexian serial killer au is constantly rotating in my mind and I am going to explain it because I neeeeed more people to ask me questions about it. It's another au I have been constructing with @angeart my enabler and friend. And it makes me insane <3

CW: obviously I will be talking about murder, but also torture, some gore, kidnapping, manipulation, and cannibalism. And also there's a lot of throwing up. Sorry.

Also this au is notably darker and more immoral than my usual stuff. They kill people and have fun doing it!! And I don't really punish them for it! Be warned! Explanation begins below the cut :)

So, Scar and Cub are serial killers who have been moving from city to city for a while now. They currently live in a houseshare situation with Grian, sharing his spare bedroom and helping him pay rent. Now, Grian is a pretty normal guy, he doesn't know about the murders which take place in his own house.

Generally, Scar and Cub will kidnap their victims, bring them to the house, tie them up and kill them. Scar likes taunting and messing with the victims while Cub has a fascination with anatomy and dissection. Cub is the one who cleans up and covers their tracks, too.

Obviously, if they just murdered people in Grian's kitchen, Grian would notice, but they specifically chose to live with Grian because Grian's job (architect) means he's away from home in other cities for days on end. So they kill people while he's away and clean up before he gets back. It's a comfortable arrangement.

Until, of course, one day Grian comes home earlier than he said he would, and finds Scar and Cub in the middle of a kill. He's frozen to the spot as he watches Cub quickly slit the victim's throat. Scar approaches him, trying to shift his focus, but Grian is basically in shock.

Cub and Scar don't want to kill Grian for several reasons. 1. they think he's cute. 2. rent is cheap. 3. they're in a good location right now and don't want to move. So, while Grian is still kind of buffering, panicking internally but to terrified to do anything externally, Scar guides him to his room and mumbles somewhat comforting things to Grian until he passes out.

The next morning, Grian is convinced it was a dream. The kitchen is spotless. Scar makes him breakfast. He still feels like he's in shock. Cub confirms that it was not, in fact, a dream, by bringing it up, and Grian throws up in the sink.

So, you'd think Grian would call the police or something, right? Wrong! He's a freak! Okay, okay, that's a little mean. He's still in shock and somewhat disbelieving that his sweet, polite, (attractive), kind housemates could possibly hurt anyone. And... if he's being honest, seeing the light leave the victim's eyes yesterday kind of gave him a rush of adrenaline- a thrill he hasn't felt before.

As I say, he's a freak.

Grian is careful, cautious as Scar and Cub explain why they don't want him dead, so long as he doesn't try to report them. They can keep killing while Grian is away, so he never has to see it again. He can pretend it isn't happening!

But Grian doesn't want to pretend it isn't happening. He wants to be there. He wants to see it. When he tells Scar and Cub as much, their sharp smiles almost make him change his mind.

Things start... rocky. Grian is not built to witness graphic murder, especially when the victim is begging and pleading with him to help. The victims tend to be tied to a chair- one Grian keeps in the attic, because it doesn't fit the style of his kitchen. Grian, on the other hand, takes to sitting some distance away on a kitchen stool, by the sink, watching his housemates work.

For the first few times, Grian can't really watch at all. He's sick at least once each time, usually more. But... eventually, he can stand it.

He feels like something changed in his brain when he saw that first victim die. He knows he shouldn't be enjoying the gory display. He shouldn't enjoy the feeling of power he gets when the victims beg him to save them, and he refuses. But he does enjoy it. Just watching is enough for him.

Not to mention his housemates look really rather good covered in blood. More than a few times, he has dreams about them hurting him- about being one of their victims. It scares him, sure. This whole thing scares him. But it doesn't scare him as much as it should. And his rapidly beating heart is for more than just adrenaline.

Grian eventually starts acting as bait, luring in victims and taking them to a secondary location where Scar and Cub are waiting. As an avian, he's small (actually, small even for an avian) and unassuming, so most people trust him. At least compared to his human housemates, who have maybe a fifty percent success rate in luring people out.

Another thing Grian finds himself enjoying is pretending to be a victim, too. Making a big show of pleading with Scar and Cub to "not make him watch", leading the real victim to believe he's on their side.

He never is, obviously. It just makes things more satisfying when they realise.

Eventually, Grian starts sleeping in the same bed as Scar and Cub. He's particularly close with Scar, but Cub isn't the most outwardly affectionate person. Scar tells Grian one time that meeting someone Cub doesn't want to kill is rare enough on its own, let alone someone he actively likes. Their relationship doesn't really have a label, but they are partners.

Scar likes to ramble about what he would do if Grian was one of their victims- and one time Scar covers Grian in blood and viscera just to see what it looks like. The feeling of flesh and blood between his feathers makes Grian feel nauseous, but Scar running his hands through his wings makes up for it. It's gross. He showers like three times afterwards. But he loves it.

Anyway, they get on with life. There's also a turn to cannibalism later in the story. When they have their first avian victim, Scar goes on about how avians taste the best, and, well, Grian *has* to try, right?

He gets a little bit addicted. Don't worry about it.

Though you can ask me about that, if you want to hear. Also, other friends of Grian get involved in this in various ways: Mumbo, Jimmy, and Pearl. I'm sooo ready to rant about this au at any time so PLEASE if anyone reading this wants to hear more ASK MEEE.

That's all for now tho >:) hope you enjoyed

[cagemasterfantasy]

3rd life Remastered Part 1 (Session 1)

Hello dear reader and welcome to 3rd life remastered a few things before you continue reading. First off it is highly recommended to read the prologue before this it will give you vital information about the rules of this book. Secondly the people portrayed in this story are real but are used in a fictional manner. None of what they say or deal is real this is all satire so do not go harrass the people in this book for it please. Third and this is the most important thing the main purpose of this story is to help raise awareness for those struggling with mental health and thus my warning. This story contains touchy topics of suicide and self-harm please do not read this if you are sensitive to that stuff if you aren't then please read with caution. This story is not for the faint of heart. With that said enjoy my first book

Grian says to everyone at spawn but me who is currently not there "Hello everyone and welcome to 3rd life remastered we have the whole crew here but where could our mystery player be?" I am currently running away from the group off of there camera as Grian says "That's right our mystery player is already in the server with us but he is hidden somewhere on this map stay tuned maybe you'll see who it is."

My name is TheFlyingSlime I run a Youtube channel by the same name and go by Slimer. I have been doing Youtube for the past 10 years and have 6.5 million subscribers and have no intentions of stopping anytime soon. I have collabed with everyone in the Life Series at least once (Mainly Grian as he lives 20 minutes away from me) and now I am finally a member of the Life Series. I am happy. I am fine. Nothing could go wrong..... at least that's what I want everyone to think but deep down there is a dark secret that I am hiding from everyone else. See I caught my wife Laura cheating on me 2 months ago and a few weeks later she divorced me right in front of Grian. What he doesn't know is that did a massive spike to my sanity. I lost almost everything. I am now stuck in a tiny apartment with not much but the one person (Grian aside) that I have left my 2 year old Golden Retriever Rylee. And I still got to keep my computer mic headphones and Camera. Aside from that. I am not not happy. I am not fine. Something could go wrong at any minute. I just don't want them finding out. Little did I know they were about to find out in the worst way possible. This is the day where it all began.

I find myself at the Cherry Blossom Biome after wandering a bit I find myself at an Ocean Biome. "Perfect" I say. "What's going on guys Slimer here and welcome to 3rd Life Remastered. That's right I'm the mystery player. And everyone who isn't subscribed doesn't know that yet. Now like always let's see how I unintentionally embarrass myself my slimelets (What I call my followers). And we found a Ocean Biome so-" "Hello is someone there?" "That better not be" I see Smajor1995 emerge from the Cherry Blossom with TangoTek behind him. "Eyyy my buddies" Scott: That's right guys our mystery player is none other than Slimer. The one I beat big time at Bedwars. TangoTek: And I lost miserably in that round. "Well you still beat me in TNT Run" TangoTek: I suppose that's true. So whatcha doin here? "I'm thinking of building a pirate ship here. Interested?" Scott: "Not a bad idea if you don't mind someone sneaking up and setting the whole thing on fire but I like it" I look happy "Great so let's set out for materials leave the trees close to the shore alone I have an idea for an alarm system" Tango: And what's that "I'm going to the Ancient City to set up Shulk Shriekers" Scott looks at me like I just turned into an Elephant Scott: Are you absolutely insane one mess up and you're dead "Look I just think that the Shriekers will alert us if someone approaches" A message then appears in everyone's chat saying the Boogeyman and partner are being chosen in 1 minute. "Hey if any of us get chosen can we make an agreement?" Tango: What is it? "If any of us is the Boogeyman or the Partner can we agree that we won't kill each other?" Scott: "Of course of course we won't- Hey there's a name coming from the trees." "Oh no it's Jimmy the loser" Jimmy: "HEY I am not a loser" The message 5....4.......3..........2...........1.............You are.......................................Not the Boogeyman or Partner

Everyone present breathes a sigh of relief simultaneously. "Anyway loser what are you doing here?" Jimmy: So our mystery player is Slimer eh btw I'm not the only one who's here. "Yeah Scott and Tango are with me too" Jimmy: And 2 other people. "Who?" I then hear 2 voices "Bdubs and Scar huh? HAHAHAHAHA WHAT'S GOOD" Scar: Hey there so you're our mystery player huh? Bdubs: What's going on Slimer? Hhahahahahah "My 2 favorite people" Scott and Tango simultaneously say "HEY WHAT ABOUT US?" "Hey I like you guys too hey everyone I was thinking of making a pirate ship called Pirate's Cove everyone in" Scar: Oooooh I like the sound of that Bdubs: I've always wanted to be a pirate I'm in Jimmy: Pirates eh? Can't say I haven't thought of that before. Eh why not? "Alright let's get our resources I meanwhile am heading to the Ancient City for Skulk Shriekers" Jimmy: Seems I'm not Jimmy the loser for long you're gonna die "No I won't I'm sneaky I'm stealthy and I know how to troll and use mods" Scar: "And unintentionally embarrass yourself I may add" Rylee lays down in my lap "Aww hi Ry Ry" Bdubs: Aww I wish I could have a fluffy puppy "Then go adopt a fluffy puppy" I say as I head to the ancient city after setting my spawn on the beach

I finally make it to the deep dark and water bucket clutch and sneak immediately whispering "ooooooh that was close look at how close I was to that" I then start to hear voices in my head "Your teamates don't care about you" They will just use your for your own gains" I put my hands on my head and grunt reaching for my inhaler as a panic attack starts and I'm breathing heavily "You should just give up you aren't fit for the Life Series" I put my inhaler in my mouth and see Etho's name Etho: "Hey Slimer *he says whispering* you ok? you sound out of breath" I don't respond right away Etho: "Slimer hey focus" I snap back into reality Me: Oh hey Etho *I accidentely trigger a Shrieker and whisper* Oh no that's strike 1 for me" Etho: Yeah be quiet less you want to get obliterated" Me: Ok ok *I say whispering* So why are you hear?" Etho: Trying to get some loot before everyone else you?" Me: Using the Shriekers as alarm systems for my base" Mumbo then suddenly falls from the ceiling and water bucket clutches Me: AHHHHHHHHHHHH *I activate another Shrieker* Etho: I told you to be quiet" Me: Excuse me for getting spooked by a falling mustache Mr.Ninja" Mumbo pulls out a spyglass and whispers Aha Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO" strike 3 the Warden is summoned as we all scatter Etho follows me and I get an uneasy feeling Etho: Don't worry I have your back" After a few minutes Etho pulls out a iron sword and hits me with it Me: NOOO" The Warden who's nearby hears me and fires a sonic blast at me dealing a huge chunk of damage to me although I do manage to get away Etho is hot on my tail as soon as he sees Mumbo he shouts Etho: He's getting away get him" Mumbo then charges at me and criticals me I try to fight back but I'm on my last heart and Etho gets the kill as the message "TheFlyingSlime was slain by Ethoslab" appears and everyone of the players in the chat go wild.

I am in utter disbelief as I respawn at the now complete ship everyone in utter disbelief but still laughing a bit. Scar: You didn't you died to the Bogey huh?" Jimmy: WHO'S THE LOSER NOW" I am not there I am hearing the voices again "You should just give up you aren't going to win" "You're pathetic you're a big fat letdown who'll never be good at anything" *I hear mocking laughing as I snapped back into reality* Bdubs: Hey Earth to Slimer what happened?" I shake my head Me: Er right Etho was the Boogeyman and I'm NOW THE FIRST YELLOW NAME" Scott: Calm down alright it's not that big of a deal what happened?

I take a deep breath and begin talking Me: I went down there and Etho was down there I forgot to whisper and accidentally activated a Shrieker that was strike 1. Strike 2 a mustache fell from the ceiling. and caused me to scream. Jimmy: MUMBO WAS THE PARTNER? Me: Yes but I didn't know right away but strike 3 he did that stupid AHA with the spyglass and he knows very well I hate that. So I shouted NOOOOOOOOO and that was strike 3. Got an uneasy feeling while Etho was following me he attacked me Warden sonic blasted me Mumbo criticaled me and you know what happens next. Scott: Well we sure aren't letting Etho or Mumbo near here we'll protect you until we turn Red that is our agreement" Bdubs: Yeah that wasn't cool what they did picking on the new guy. I could take both of them" Me: Honestly I could have taken them if Mumbo hadn't gotten a crit.

After some more building Pirates Cove is officially finished.

Tango: Hey since you are Yellow and you went through a lot down there you can be the captain" Bdubs: Hey why can't we be the captain?" I lean into my mic and do my best Bdubs impression Me: There's lava up here" Everyone but Bdubs bursts out laughing Bdubs: Stop bringing that up" Me: Then stop making your deaths so hilariously funny" Another death message appears "Bigbst4tz2 hit the ground too hard while trying to escape Grian" Scott: Are you kidding me not even an hour after this one dies you should stay in the captain's quarters and Not. Leave. The. Ship" "You don't need to tell me twice" Grian types in the chat No I am not the Bogey I was the Partner but I helped the Bogey get a kill and that Bogey was Tay. For the record it still counts if the Partner gets a kill so long as the Bogey also participated and gets a hit Me: I will keep that in mind"

I go into the Captains quarters and see Tnt Cannons as Tango comes back Tango: Got some more Redstone for the cannons." Scott: Our Captain Slimer is still holed up in there we aren't taking any chances losing our captain" Tango: Slimer you ok to talk? Me: Come on in Tango I trust you" Tango: Hey we made an agreement not to kill each other so long as we aren't red remember" Me: Enter then" Tango enters and goes to the cannons Tango: Made these myself ready to watch them fire off? Me: You know it" As Tango fires one off Cleo comes out from the treeline and narrowly avoids getting hit and everyone is laughing as Cleo storms over to the ship Cleo: WHICH ONE OF YOU BUFFOONS WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR THAT" Me and Tango exit and see Cleo Cleo: Well well well Tango and Slimer what an absolute surprise Me: Tango was the one who fired the cannon" Tango: Nice going" Cleo: Are you absolutely mental? Me: To his credit we didn't expect you to be coming out of the treeline and almost get hit" Cleo: I actually came over to join you guys and see what you were up to and I almost get blown up and I see you have Jimmy with you that's a bad choice and Scar as well why am I not surprised" Scar: Hey back off we both lost pets this year and he feeds me with a ton of juicy Star Wars content and on top of that me and him are both medical buddies me having Neuromusclar disease and him having Asthma" Scott: Yeah he has Chronic Lung Cancer go a bit easy on him" Me: Scott thanks but please don't joke about that please it's not funny" Scott: I was being serious" I start to hear the voices again "Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee? They don't care about you making jokes at your expense. They don't love you at all" Me: Not again Bdubs: What's wrong" Jimmy: Are you feeling ok?" Scar: Hey is your Asthma kicking in?" I start breathing little heavily "Just accept your fate you useless worm nobody will miss you" Bdubs: HEY EARTH TO SLIMER Cleo: Slimer why have you gone quiet?" I suddenly snap out of it Me: Oh uh sorry I was just thinking how funny it would have been if Cleo died and became yellow like me" Cleo: THAT IS NOT FUNNY" Jimmy: It is a little funny" Cleo: I'll show you funny" Me: Hey let's not fight on my ship please"

Grian then types in the chat end of session everyone to spawn

As we head to spawn Grian is there with Impulse and Pearl there

Grian: Explain to everyone why you're in the center and why" Impulse: I was the next Bogey and couldn't get a kill Pearl: I was the partner and couldn't help to get a kill Grian: So as punishment the server is going to be giving you a extremely hard task if you do not complete it by the end of next session you immediately become Red if you are not already. Me: Question? Grian: Yes? Me: What if you're Red and you don't complete the task Grian: Then you are immediately eliminated at the end of the session in front of everyone that still remains. Assuming you're still alive that is and believe me the Red tasks are brutal." Me: What about the Partner? Grian: The Partner doesn't get a task it's whoever the Bogey is. Oh and I know what you're going to ask and yes if you are a Red Name like in Secret Life you are allowed to sabotage the one with the task with one guess and immediately cause to fail should you guess right. However if someone that is yellow or green guesses it you are not counted as failing unless the task specifically says that you fail if someone calls you out. And finally yes you are only allowed to share what your task is to The Partner and nobody else unless the task says otherwise."

Purple swirls surround Impulse and a book appears in his hand Impulse: Oh NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

The voices begin again as I am about to join the Discord and chat with the rest of the players in a group call but first I send my footage to my editor @doodl3 and tell her "Here's your footage go on and laugh if you want I embarrassed myself yet again like I always do" Then the voices pick up "Liar" "Deceiver"

End of part 1 next is the Irl segment part 1

Prologue Next

[mochiwrites]

I've reread your wonderful fic once more and

me oh my-- The last scene just ugytfrdcytgvuyigbhu I love how Scar says "that name" instead of "my name"-- idk if it's actually relevant in anyway lol

And no loyal bone? not a single one? 👀

just making my head spin loll-- excited to see what more comes in the next chapter!

I think about that last scene all the time. literally ALL the time okay. I was clawing at the WALLS when writing that and dropping all my hints

because here’s the thing with scar: WORD CHOICE IS SO IMPORTANT !!!!! that name vs my name. extremely important. and actually. just because I’m insane about this man. here’s some other lines from him that have important word choice and make me CRAZY

in response to grian’s “go to hell”: “Oh, I’ve already been! It’s quite the place, let me tell you. Very luscious, and gosh, the demons there!”

in response to grian’s “what’s a changeling?”: “That, dear songbird, is not something you should poke your nose into. Else you won’t like where it takes you.”

in response to the corrupted changeling: “That place is not your home.” “Do you really think stealing a few names is going to make you one of them? Give me a break.” “Stop being naive. You aren’t one of them.” “No matter how many names you steal, you will never have an identity. You will never be them. You have names? Ha! You haven’t gotten anything except a one way ticket to Death!”

in response to “No… g-give…! I-Identity… na… me…”: “You don’t get one!” “No matter how many names you take, how many shells you leave behind, you will never be whole!” “They will never accept you.”

just to point out a few

smiles

[julia-writes-things]

behold, desert duo fanfiction I wrote in January! Third Life but make it angsty

This was it. They were the last two players left. The entire world seemed to stink of blood and ash from their previous murders.

Grian could feel his heart beat in his throat. He’d never admit it but he’d enjoyed his time with Scar. Now, they’d be forced to fight. They would force him to fight. Petty entertainment, satisfying the overlords. But maybe, just maybe they’d let them both win. 

“Scar?” His voice came out quiet, meek. Nothing like the insane banter he’d held up with others. “I think we can agree that this series is a double win.” 

He held his hand out for Scar to take, offering a truce. 

“I’m sorry Grian, I don’t think it works like that.” Scars looked down to hide his face, but his voice betrayed him. It wavered. Thinned from the heat of the previous battles. 

“Let’s battle this out like champs then, huh?” Grian didn’t want to accept it. He’d stall until the very end. “A fist fight, fair and square.”

The pair silently set up a ring of cactus that they’d once used to keep everyone out. The cactus was now used to keep them from escaping themselves, how ironic. They closed the ring with fire. 

Scar exhaled. This would be fine. Just another murder under his belt. It’s not like Grian cared about him. Grian just felt bad for taking away his first life. He’d made quite a point of letting him know he’d leave the moment he turned to yellow. He had stayed after getting to yellow, but there wasn’t much of an option to leave when he’d turned everyone against them.

Scar would happily admit that the times they’d shared were special to him. But he knew he’d be met with indifference, so he kept quiet. It wouldn’t hurt if he tried to not care as well. 

Grian studied Scars face of cleverly disguised emotion, trying to sus out what he was thinking. Scar was quite good at dying, but man did he have a poker face.

But this wasn’t about emotion. There needed to be one winner. Grian needed to put his feelings aside, or he wouldn’t be able to do it. Would he even be able to kill him? He didn’t have his trusty TNT on hand. 

Scar’s punch came out of nowhere. Fast and angry. He’d let his emotions take hold of him, using them to his advantage. Scar hurt so much. Someone he held in such high regard not even bothering to acknowledge him. Wanting to leave him. Grian couldn’t leave now. 

“Scar-“ Grian was surprised at the outburst. It was in the rules but he never expected it. 

“No.” Scars voice was sharp as glass, hot with anger. “You don’t get to talk. You’ve been talking about running from the very start, but you’re going to stand here and fight me.” 

“Scar I- I can’t fight you. I won’t. We can both win this.” Grian smiled at scar’s murderous face. 

“You know damn well that they won’t allow it.” 

Scars eyes stung with oncoming tears, blind to the emotion of it. “You’re one of them, aren’t you? Why don’t you just return home, huh? They’re waiting for you.”

Grian knew he couldn’t let shock be the reason he lost. Scar was speaking the truth. They both couldn’t win. What would they say if he lost to common folk? 

Grian threw the next punch, knocking Scar down onto the sand. He wiped away his own tears. His blood soaked sweater painting his face red. 

“Not saying anything huh? Nothing left to say to your old pal?” Scars voice dripped with venomous sarcasm. 

Grian walked up to Scar and put his foot on his chest, preventing him from moving. His eyes stung with sand and tears. “You have no idea.” He chuckled. 

Scar stared up at Grain. The sun, sand and black spots made it hard but he managed. 

“I’ve protected you.” Grian practically spat with anger.

Punch.

“I’ve stood by your side.”

Punch.

“I’ve set up all your traps for your petty revenge.”

Punch.

“I went slowly insane by your side.”

Grian grabbed scar and forced him up on his feet, forcing his beaten body into a cactus. He grabbed Scars face and made him look into his eyes. 

“And I loved every minute of it. Every minute with you, the chaos, Pizza. All of it.” Grian’s eyes stung from the heat and tears. 

Scar’s eyes widened at the confrontation. He never expected he and Grian shared the same feelings. He was in shock. He couldn’t defend himself. 

Grian threw Scar to the ground once more. The hot sand made its way into Scars wounds. Scar had to bite the inside of his cheek as to not scream out in agony.

“You don’t get to insult me, my sacrifices, and expect me to sit idly and let you kill me.” 

Scar scrambled back. They were really playing with fire now. 

“You cared..?” Scar asked 

“Oh believe me.” Grian laughed “I didn’t keep your sorry self alive for nothing. I enjoyed our time together. We were unstoppable, on top of it all.”

Scar’s world came crashing down on him. Grian did care. He stayed for him, not just because everyone hated them, but for him. 

“May… Maybe they’ll let us win?” Scar was scrambling for opportunities now. 

“They won’t let that happen, Scar.” Grian sighed, backing scar up into another cactus. “They’re ruthless, unforgiving creatures.” 

Scars eyes filled with tears as he stared Grian in the eyes. 

“So.. this is the end.” His voice broke 

“This is the end, pal.” Grians eyes watered at the sight of Scar. “See you in the next life.”

His final punch was delivered swiftly. A cleverly planed strike. Scar crumpled at his feet, a single tear made its way down his face.

Grian burst into tears. His best friend, his partner in crime- dead at his hands. 

“Is this what makes you happy?!” He yelled as loud as he could, cradling his dead companion, “This shameless death and suffering?! You’re sick. SICK!” 

The sky filled with hundreds of purple eyes, illuminating Grian’s face. 

“I’m ashamed to call myself one of you.” He spat. 

He gently let go of Scar, laying him to rest in the sand. He put out the fire and stood at the edge of the sandy cliff.

“I’ll see you in the next life.” His voice was hoarse, tired, and scared. 

He let himself fall to his demise.

[catmaidetho]

assigning my favorite guys crane wives songs

aka, in honor of the crane wives being my #1 artist on spotify this year, have some insanity. this list is loosely based on the life series, but each song aims to encapsulate a character as entirely as possible w/o focusing too hard on any specific event. i'll also say that i actively tried to choose songs that i haven't seen us as a community talk about that much.

Etho - Volta volta is a song about making the conscious decision to be present in your life, taking back control. etho is someone who constantly jumps from thing to thing, never really staying put, and i personally interpret volta as not just consciously taking back control of your life, but also making the decision to settle into something. it is about fighting your nature of running away and choosing to stay. i will admit that this song is about vibes more than lyrical content. still, have some lyrics

"Do you remember being young and eager? My heart was buzzing like a wire Give me a reason to connect, be nearer"

Bdubs - Little Soldiers ON THE BROKEN BACKS OF ALL THE WORDS WE SPARED, LIKE LITTLE SOLDIERS IN THE TRENCHES. IT WAS A MARCH WE MADE TOWARDS RUIN AND DESPAIR BUT WE HELD HANDS ALL THE WHILE. I SWEAR THAT I LOVED YOU. I SWEAR THAT I LOVED YOU. I SWEAR THAT I LOVED YOU---I SWEAR, I SWEAR!!!!

LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THAT DOES NOT FUCKING SCREAM BDUBS. HE LOVES ME. I FOUGHT TOOTH AND NAIL BEFORE THE FLAG HAD FLOWN BUT YOU WERE ALREADY GONE!!!!!!

sorry little soldiers is one of my favorite crane wives songs. two people tied together with barbed wire, knowing that what they're in isn't good but refusing to let go out of a desperate attempt to cling onto love. tell me that isnt ethubs, especially the way we as a fandom dramatize them.

Cleo - High Horse high horse is a song about being a petty, spiteful motherfucker. it is about looking at someone you hold dear who has hurt you, and saying, "you know what? i won't stand for this" and throwing them under the bus.

"I'm done thinking about it You're never gonna get what you want So why feel guilty about it?"

Grian - How to Rest listen. look me in the eyes. i know we all like to pretend, especially in regards to scarian and the desert and double life, that grian did not/does not love scar. that the love, that the friendship, that the real connection they shared was not there because it makes for some juicy angst. look me in the eyes and tell me that grian being outright cruel towards scar is somehow more interesting than grian pretending he does not love scar, when in reality he does. tell me that blatant angst for angst's sake is more interesting than grian looking out for scar, not because of an obligation, but because scar is his friend and his ally and maybe sometimes people just chose to be around each other.

"Here's the truest thing I've ever known The heart is just a muscle with a rhythm all its own It doesn't stop when you decide not to move on The heart knows nothing of your love or of your loss"

Joel - The Wolf oh joel wants SO BAD to be a threat. he wants so badly for people to fear him, to take him seriously, to be the bad guy. however, his attempts at this often fall short, usually due to his own brazen overconfidence and snappy, petty nature. all of this, of course, pushes anyone who he hasn't latched onto away because who would want to align themselves with someone who wants so badly to be a loose canon?

"Can it be Can it be easy for once Cause I’m no good at being kind to myself Or anyone [...] I am a beast at your back You better run for your life"

Jimmy - New Colors i am by no means a jimmy expert, but this song is just so jimmy to me. he is so desperate to do well. new colors is a song about desperation. he is so desperate to be taken seriously, in a similar way to joel, but the difference is nobody ever does. i'm just going to leave you with these lyrics.

"Don't tell me that I can't Oh Lord, don't tell me that I can't I need this so damn bad"

"I give up my sight To see I give up my air To breathe"

Scar - Down The River i'm gonna admit, i really struggled to find one for scar, but i think this one works. scar doesn't put much stock into past grievances if it isn't convenient for him, he will simply move on and pretend he didn't do anything. this is ESPECIALLY relevant in moving between series---all bridges are burned, and must be rebuilt.

"Now, tell me, when you start again Where will you house your skeletons? Or will they stay behind Your settlement in kind?"

this post is getting kind of long, and im gonna admit im not confident enough in my characterization of the rest of the cast to assign them a song, so i'll leave this here for now :)

[scarabies-real]

the jamlets?

OH IM SO EXCITED TO SHARE THIS WITH YALL

I’m working on a fic where Jellie has kittens and the experiencing of co-parenting brings Scar and Grian together. I have called Jellie’s kittens “the Jamlets” and I will not be taking criticism thank you. I did actual genetics to come up with these kittens. There are seven in total! Here they are!

Apricot:

Coat length: short

Coat color: red

Pattern: spotted tabby

Eye color: green (like ref)

Gender: tom

Other: Same white pattern as Jellie (couldn’t find a good ref)

Personality: extremely adventurous, constantly getting into sticky situations. He has orange cat syndrome and is dumb as bricks. Once ate a bee that made his whole face swell up when he was a kitten and Scar had several consecutive panic attacks. Grian is his favorite person and he makes it everybody else’s problem (destroys things when he’s not around to play.)

Peach:

Coat length: long

Coat color: cream bi-color

Pattern: classic tabby, ( tabby markings faint from dilution)

Eye color: green (like ref)

Gender: tom

Personality: Extremely shy around new people, one very anxious little boy. He picked one person to like (Scar) and is terrified of all others. If a cat could be the personification of anxiety that’s him. Is very agile and graceful but you hardly see him show off.

Strawberry:

Coat length: long

Coat color: red

Pattern: classic tabby (tabby markings are faint, genetically solid)

Eye color: gold

Gender: tom

Personality: Orange cat syndrome like his brother but he’s extremely mad about it at all times. Would fight god and win. Is rarely called by his actual name but rather by various nicknames such as “Grumpus, “Sourpuss,” “Crabbypants,” “Hot Pepper,” “Spicy,” “Mr. Murder Mittens,” “Lord Murderberry,” and “NO NOT MY ANKLES LEAVE ME ALONE!!!”

Blueberry:

Coat length: short

Coat color: blue silver (tuxedo white markings)

Pattern: classic tabby

Eye color: copper

Gender: mollie

Personality: Off the walls 24/7. She came out looking pretty much like a fainter Jellie clone and they thought she would be calm but no, she’s very much like her father (affectionately called “batshit insane”) god help you if you come within spotting distance with her favorite toy (bread twist ties) or if you need to go the bathroom (not alone you won’t!)

Basil:

Coat length: short

Coat color: black

Pattern: mackerel tabby

Eye color: amber

Gender: tom

Personality: LOUD. HE SCREAM. Dramatic little boy he will throw himself in front of your feet and yowl as if you have stepped on him, then gaslight you into giving him a treat even if you did not step on him. Scar calls him his little insurance fraudster. Grian calls him a menace. He is constantly on the brink of starvation and he CANNOT believe you are such a cruel and horrible owner to not feed him, really, do you WANT him to die!? Feathers are evil and must be defeated. It is 4am so he must sing the song of his people and do zoomies around the house.

Mixed Berry “Miss Berry”:

Coat length: long

Coat color: tortoiseshell (dilute, low-white)

Pattern: genetically solid, faint mackerel tabby markings in red fur

Eye color: Green

Gender: mollie

Personality: Constantly judging you. She’s better than you and she knows it. The tortitude is REAL. She’s fairly aloof but food motivated and tolerates everyone to some extent. Only really gets excited about Pearl visiting. Secretly likes her siblings and Grian and Scar but don’t you dare point it out. Never called by her actual name, she’s either “Miss” “Miss Berry” or “Missy.” Treated like a queen. Thinks she’s the favorite. Don’t tell her she’s not.

Kiwi:

Coat length: short

Coat color: black (tuxedo markings and socks, face markings—mustache)

Pattern: solid

Eye color: green

Gender: mollie

Personality: The actual favorite. A very adventurous cuddle bug! If she’s not hunting dust bunnies she’s always in someone’s lap. LOVES to greet strangers and loves being held like a baby. Has a weird fixation with water that cost Scar thousands of dollars (turned on the gap and flooded the entire bathroom.) She has to drink out of a water fountain or tap or she doesn’t drink at all. She gave Scar and Grian a scare when she was born and Scar has Never Gotten Over It. She likes Mumbo to a disturbing degree. They have matching mustaches. He would die for her.

The father: Peanut Butter

coat length: short

coat color: chocolate

pattern: spotted tabby

eye color: amber

Gender: tom (obviously)

Personality: Was originally skittish but has since become a menace to society. He likes to eat trash and start fights. He was supposed to be an indoor cat after Grian found him, but he’s an escape artist and likes to cause panic on purpose. He’s where Blueberry and Apricot get their 0 chill personality. There’s something wrong with him probably. Has street smarts but is horrible at putting them into practice. Constantly getting stuck in things. Called PB for short or “little mans”

The mother: Jellie

coat length: short

coat color: black tortoiseshell silver (mask and mantle white pattern)

pattern: classic tabby

Eye color: green

Gender: mollie (obviously)

Personality: the one true Queen we all know and love. Is a little more of a sneaky girl in this but still so so sweet and a major cuddle bug. What Jellie Wants Jellie Gets. Scar’s instincts to maim and kill for her only get worse when he realizes he’s a grandpa.

Yes I did literal actual genetics research to figure out her coat color and what her kittens could look like no I’m not okay. I had no idea she was a tortoiseshell and not just a black silver until I looked at close up pics and saw she has red (diluted to cream by the silver gene, so it just looks like rufousing) fur interspersed throughout her flank and belly and on her face. I’m so insane about this she’s such a pretty girl.

Anyways PLEASE ask me about the Jamlets or PB&J or Scar and Grian and how the fic goes I have so much knowledge rattling around up here and I want to share it with the world NOW!!!!!