#bee grian

[tobi187]

for the peepo that i feel like had been waiting for a hybridbee!grian design in my reblog hashtags,, (@starmrrrows , hai) I HAVE FIBALLY DESIGNED, i like keeping it simple

with additional small ones,, that are kinda unrelated

[theminecraftbee]

Scar does Grian the favor of waiting until he's alone. They aren't teamed this season, after all, and it sounds like Grian's been in and out of hot water with Mumbo already. Really, just really typical of Grian, Scar has to say. The general apparent disregard for his teammates--

--The fact that the session ended just before Scar could die again. The fact Scar's heard through the grapevine that Grian bent the rules of being unable to tell anyone the wild card because Mumbo had been about to die. Annoyingly, frustratingly typical. Honestly, Scar can't say he's sorry they aren't teamed, but when he'd seen Grian at the end of the session, something almost shell-shocked beneath the glee at the chaos the snails had caused, well.

Scar waits until they're alone, Grian with his knees against his chest, staring at the sky, and says: "I know what you're doing, Grian."

"Huh? Oh, hey Scar. Doing? Me? I mean, sure, I thought the evil snails were funny, but I'm hardly doing anything once I make a twist, right?"

Scar gives Grian a look.

Grian sighs. "I mean, it solves the problem Secret Life had. The twists are really impactful now. They're the main thing this whole game is about."

"Yeah, they are! We basically haven't had to kill each other at all, have we?" Scar says. "I mean, we've barely had any time to get paranoid, to start to mistrust each other, to decide there's nothing else to be done... In fact, there's really only one person anyone would mistrust for this one."

Grian falls silent.

"I'm just saying, I know what you're doing. It's a good try," Scar says.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Grian says. "I just think snails that kill people are funny. So funny I'm willing to kill my friends about it. Everyone knows, right? That's just the kind of guy I am."

"You weren't willing to kill--"

"It was time," Grian says, and before Scar can try to point out the ways that making the world want to kill them is so, so much kinder than waiting for them to kill each other, Grian leaves.

Typical.

What an infuriating man.

Scar shakes his head and starts the walk back to his base. He feels for Mumbo and Skizz, he really does.

[tibby-art]

urmm what the desert

[meelkiewee]

Desert duo average dialogue

Grian: Scar, for the 69th time, put on your shirt on or you're gonna get burnt to a crisp.

Scar: AHAH! Grian relaaaaaax, have some fuuuun, explode some thiiiiiings! Everything's just fine!

Grian: Ughhhhhhh *headache*

[fried-fishy]

honk shoo mimimimi

it looks so unrecognizable from @applestruda's original help. it was so much fun drawing this!

[afterswan]

the scarmobile... but with no scar ?

[aresonist]

eepy gigs :big ol eyes:

SURELY pretending to be dead to fool the ghost counts as sleeping right

[phoebelovingcare]

these two waffles.....

[weaselmcdiesel]

thinking about something

[dork-a-doodle]

So I may have accidentally pulled a Bee Movie-

[tobi187]

uhmm, new pfp to match the new banner??? (plus banner, both made by me

[theminecraftbee]

Tango lies back against the walls of Decked Out. Their guests have left now. Most of the Hermits have left by now too. He’s spent the last hour helping clean up and setting the dungeon up to be ready for non-guests again, closing the paths he’d built for hermits to use the dungeon’s eyes for the day.

He kept finding little things as he did. Signs with dumb nicknames. The remnants of everything the hermits had done in the waiting room. Crumbs of Scarland snacks, and a few discarded maps. A museum ticket. A photo someone must have dropped of the finish line at Blue Rivers Raceway. As the lights came up to help him clean, he’d just… he’d…

He’d had to sit down. He’d sat down outside of the door. That’s where he is now. The day is late. The sky is dark. The lights of Hermitcraft are lit on the horizon. Decked Out is cold, and Tango’s chest is warm.

He’s smiling. He’s crying.

He hears rockets and footsteps. “Hey, Tango, sorry for leaving you with cleanup, since I helped set this up I thought I should—”

Grian stops. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Tango says.

“You sure?” Grian asks.

“I just. I didn’t think we’d live to see this, this time two years ago. But we’re here, aren’t we? We’re here, and it’s perfect.”

Grian considers for a moment before smiling himself. “Yeah, it was pretty great, wasn’t it?”

They both stay there next to each other to finish watching the sunset. Then, they both go inside to finish making Decked Out presentable once again.

[fatalglitter]

DESERT DUO IS NO LONGER DIVORCED LET'S GOOOOOOO

[rhyzzzzzz]

Something in my personal hermitcraft daydream, is that after Mumbo consumes Grians soul in season 8, there's the thing about mumbo now having a waffle on his head.

Now,, I'm not really sure what a waffle would be in real hairstyle standards, but I think Grian has messy hair. So Mumbo, who used to have super neat and tidy hair, now just can't seem to get it to behave.

[p---l---c]

gamblers want him, fish fear him

[daily-grian]

bee Grian

Grian bee?

grilbee?

grillby?

Actually Grian makes a surprisingly good bee now that I'm looking at this