#overgrown!grian

[galaxygermdraws]

BEHOLD. MY NEVER ENDING HERMITCRAFT CANVAS I COULDN'T STOP FOR SEVERAL DAYS. I'll post the alt version under the read more

Now for a list of everything here

Row 1

Redesigned Impulse's hair

Abyss doodle, S5 specifically

Tangno doodle

Wormman doodle

Etho has new hair

Bdubs for an AU I made with @aestheticallynotdeerlightful

Row 2

Season 7 Bdubs

CTL Scar (originally designed by my friend Twig, who I won't tag because he is not an MCYT blog) and Overgrown Mother Spore/Grian

Limbo (my Hels Tango for the newcomers)

Koray (my Hels Grian for the newcomers)

Aylyth Zed (Exists in an AU I made with Deer)

Row 3

Dungeon Master Tango

S10 Impulse (I don't know why I rendered him)

RPGIGGS AU Grian

S6 Zombie Impulse

SKIZZLEMAN!!!

My partner's (@vixen-thicket) Hels Skizz, Stollen

Zydrate, aka the Hels Zed I design for @rhapsoddity

the alt palette for wormman is on this piece

[pearlescentmoon-enjoyers]

talk. abit the au. plz

Okay-okay.

Did I accidentally kill people with the last post?

Overgrown. It actually starts as a simple hero/villain/vigilante etc.

Here is Grian

P.s.: unfinished cause when this is posted I will be on a plane (- Soyka)

And here is Scar

note from leaf: i was told draw scar i have no idea what the lore is please help. also this is a rough concept sketch because i could not be bothered to draw sorry

Now, the thing is, I have started making a first chapter. So no spoilers for you.

Gem and Pearl are scientists. They were working on a project together, trying to make a very eco-friendly generator. And as you can see here they succeed.

However,

Things went very wrong from there.

[ludolka]

Here’s an Activity detected ficlet for you guys <3 (around 1250 wc with some minor Griangst)

Mumbo came home late that night, when he assumed Grian had already gone to bed. But once he got inside he saw him sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and staring at some tv show that was on with that vacant blank stare he sometimes got that never meant well

He decided he wanted to get into something more comfortable before tackling the issue with Grian, who didn’t even react when Mumbo came home. So with a sigh he took his shoes and coat off and headed to the bathroom to wash his hands. He felt defeated and already exhausted by the sight that waited for him there. The mirror above the sink was broken with bloody glass shards scattered around the sink and the floor. So Grian didn’t bother cleaning up after himself, but that was fine, that just meant he was doing worse than when he usually did this. After a quick look inside the cabinet Mumbo noted with relief that the gauze and bandages were missing, so Grian at least cleaned up and wrapped his hand, which was better than nothing

After a quick trip to his bedroom to change into some at home clothing, he went back to the living room and sat on the couch next to his flatmate. He wasn’t sure what kind of night this would end up as, whether Grian was in the mood for company or for solitude, for mindless chatter or for silence. So he let the other give him some kind of sign what was okay and what he currently needed

“Hey mate, I’m home”

After some minutes of silence Grian finally gave some sort of sign of life. He shuffled closer to Mumbo, rested his head against his shoulder and closed his eyes. They spent the rest of the night on that couch, cuddled up and in silence with only the television giving the room some light and background noise

-

Grian was already waiting outside for the group to pick him up and he quickly got into the passenger seat after Joel’s car stopped in front of his apartment complex. He was glad he usually wasn’t the main focus whenever they all met. He always got picked up last, meaning the others were already in the middle of a conversation by the time he joined, so he didn’t need to participate if he didn’t feel like it

Jimmy was in the middle of talking about the site they were touring that night, it was a bit farther away, so the car ride would take longer than usual. Grian closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the window, not really paying attention to Jimmy, letting every sound blur into background noise

He knew he was being more antisocial than he usually was, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He assumed the others wouldn’t notice him being in his own little bubble too much, they usually didn’t bother him when he got shut-in like this and just talked among themselves without asking for his input

What he didn’t notice was that Joel was quiet as well. He usually joked around with the others, poking holes into whatever plan Jimmy had come up with or quietly sang or hummed along to whatever song was on

After an hour of driving they finally arrived. As soon as he got out of the car, which was admittedly a bit later than the others, there was a hand on his shoulder that held him back from walking up to the building

“Jim, go ahead with Lizzie and Oli, we’ll stay back for a few minutes”

Joel’s voice was casual, but had that tone that let everyone know this was nonnegotiable. Jimmy looked like he wanted to protest before he noticed Joel’s other hand fishing for his cigarettes in his jacket pocket, which shut him up. He wasn’t too keen on standing around outside in the chilly night when they should get to filming as soon as possible if they wanted to get home by midnight

So the trio took off in the direction of the overgrown abandoned building, camera and flashlights in hand. Grian silently watched their forms growing smaller and disappearing in the building, taking the sound of their voices with them. He heard Joel’s lighter clicking and closed his eyes again, tipping his head back up at the sky

It must have been around 10 to 15 minutes before Grian somewhat came to his senses and realized Joel hadn’t said a single word since the others left. After looking over at him, had Grian noticed that he was already looking at him with a lit cigarette between his lips, which judging by the time passed must have been his second or third one

They stared at each other for a couple of seconds, Grian still had that vacant expression and Joel looked like he was studying him. Then Joel finally spoke

“You look more out of it tonight than you usually do, G”

“I’m just.. tired I guess. Long day at work”

Joel hummed in response, but it didn’t seem like he believed it. Not that Grian could blame him, his own voice sounded weak and fake to himself. Truth was that he called out of work that morning and spent the whole day on the couch, staring at the tv. Then Joel’s lips curled up into a mischievous smirk

“You think they’d notice if we didn’t follow them? I haven’t had dinner yet, we could hit up some nearby fast food place. Come on, back in the car, we gotta be fast and get back before they come out to make it believable that we totally went inside and filmed, we just happened to not run into them by some crazy coincidence”

Grian blinked at Joel as the other took one last drag from his cigarette before flicking it to the ground and walking over to the driver’s side. And that was the first time Grian’s expression changed in 24 hours, he faintly smiled as he opened the car door to get inside as well. He was grateful that Joel picked up this easily on his mood and was willing to slightly sabotage the video for his sake. For the promise of food as well, that day he only ate breakfast that Mumbo made for him and put in front of him before he went to work

He felt himself relax more and more as they were back on the road again, as Joel quietly hummed along to some chill playlist in the car, as Joel ordered for him at the drive through, as they sat and ate in the parking lot, as Joel just monologued about some podcast he was listening to instead of asking Grian what was wrong or bringing up his bandaged hand that he absolutely saw when Grian ate

By the time they were driving back to the site he was humming along to the songs

He smiled as he watched Jimmy and Joel argue hours later when the three came out again. Joel so convincingly swore they were inside as well, they went in 10 minutes after the others and just came out again like 20 minutes ago because they wrapped up their filming and got bored

He smiled at Joel again when he parked in front of his apartment complex, Grian being the first one dropped off as always

“Good night, Gri”

“You too. Get home safe”

And his voice sounded like his own again

[microwavesaferat]

So I keep thinking about the Life Series Members as TMA Avatars idea that I had and I now have character design concepts. Slight update that Scar is now dual wielding. Also, shout-out to the person who said Gem could also be web aligned, because of this, she is now corruption aligned but themed around silverfish because they also make webs.

Bdubs - Dark

Fully avatar. Looks a bit like a phantom. Whenever it's dark, he can completely blend in and suddenly appear from the shadows. His whole thing is feeding off people who are late. Missed your last train home? Late night at work and finally heading home? God forbid you miss your bedtime. He will be there, don't keep him waiting, you're late enough already.

BigB -Spiral

Half avatar. Looks the same but it's really hard to read his expression. Small details change, like his eye colour or his facial hair. Wasn't that pocket on the other side? His whole thing is being generally unerving and instilling a sense in you that something is wrong. Even if nothing has changed, it certainly feels like it.

Cleo - Flesh

Full avatar. Her design is already perfect, no notes. I saw that one post that's like "an illegal organ dealer holding up a pair of lungs to see if they fit" and that's very much the vibe. In this au, she's not just got multiple parts because she needs to, she wants them. Who needs to paint their nails when they can just change the hand they have? I also think she has too many limbs like I already said. Every time you see her, they have a different number of limbs.

Etho - Stranger

Full avatar but kind of chill about it. Think like Simon Fairchild and Mike Crew. He looks normal, but his mask doesn't move when he speaks, is there even a mouth under there. He seems to never blink either. Basically a weird mechanical being, mind of like Nikola, but a bit more chill about it. Don't call him creepy, he's just Canadian :(

Gem - Corruption

Goes from new to full avatar over the course of Secret Life. I went into detail over her design in my original post, basically what I already said. She just gets more overgrown over the course of Secret Life. She targets those who've hurt her allies. You hurt the hive, now the queen comes to you.

Grian - Eye

Full avatar. Basically the same watcher design normally done. The more eldritch the better. Very much just a purple Jon. He does his usual shit of observing the suffering of the games.

Impulse - End

New avatar. He is not aware of the situation he's stuck in being forced to get to close to winning. As he's a new avatar, he's basically just normal. I do think that his general aura really makes people want to stab him in a back. He's just so stabible.

Jimmy - End

Half avatar. He's on his way to becoming a full avatar, just not quite got control of the curse. He has the canary wings, but kind of rotting and skeletal as the canary has already died. They get worse over time as he dies more and more. He has slowly grown more skeletal and corpse-like in general. It's almost like the damage he sustains stays through death.

Joel - Desolation

Full avatar. He's chill until near the end of the season where he suddenly gets this manic look and just sort of snaps. He doesn't melt like Jude does, but is charred in places where he's also caught ablaze. He doesn't have a specific target, it's just everyone but only near the end of the series.

Lizzie - Buried

New avatar. She doesn't seem to realise where all the dirt is coming from, someone keeps traipsing mud into the house and it's definitely not her! No way she would have muddy boots inside. As well as that, every time she looks at the stars, her throat seems to catch. Joel is sick of the ever growing donations he keeps getting of his wife's remains, there's only so many urns he can hold. To be fair, he's pretty sure Scar just sold him gravel.

Martyn - Hunt

Half in 3rd Life but full avatar by Limited Life. He's like how Martin in tma could have become an eye or web avatar but instead became a lonely avatar. Martyn could have become a slaughter avatar with Ren or an eye avatar. They end of Limited Life is him becoming a full avatar. He's stuck with a ring cuts round his head constantly dripping into his eyes, weirdly in the same shape the coral sat. He also has red marks on his hands from wielding an axe in 3rd Life. He mainly goes for those who want to break the system. There is only one way out, and it's through blood.

Mumbo - Web

New avatar. Has no idea he's an avatar or what they even are. Everyone else assumes he knows. He keeps finding cobwebs in his hair, it's getting concerning. What do you mean he's greying? Why do the lighter hairs in his mustache feel like a different material? Eventually, he gains a set of eyes and doesn't notice for a ridiculously long time before he has to get his reading glasses for working with redstone. The web will do with him what it desires, and the Mother of Puppets wishes to see the blorbo struggle.

Pearl - Hunt/Lonely

Half avatar. She not fully committed to either fear so is like a half avatar in both. She seems to exude fog like Martin but in a way that makes her more obvious, like a dark silhouette against a grey background. As well as that, her red eyes and they dozen or so dogs' eyes can be seen so clearly, almost as if there are no clouds at all. Tilly is the name of the form she takes like Daisy does. She targets those who have isolated her. She is not to be ignored any longer.

Ren - Slaughter

Half avatar. He's done the opposite of Martyn and is trying to force himself away from the mantle of Red King. Kind of how Jon tries to stop feeding the eye, Ren tries to be more peaceful and doesn't even partake in some games. Regardless, the call of blood is too strong. He looks normal most of the time, but, when things go south, his neck starts leaking a deep crimson. The canine features grow and so does the accent. Ren can try to stop it all he wants, but the Red Winter is coming.

Scar - Web/Lonely

Full avatar. Scar is a full avatar with both fears. He has been full web the entire time but only because fullomelu after double life. He has the appearance of a straveling salesman someone always having just what you require. You have to be in his good books, you don't know why, but you must. In this au, he has a wheelchair with seemingly infinite storage. Regardless of what you say, he's "got just the right thing" as he reaches into another pocket. There are 8 spokes on each wheel, each spoke weirdly hairy and almost segmented? Regardless, he has what you need, so you pay up, issue is, by the time you put your wallet away, all that's left is some fog.

Scott - Vast

Half avatar. The vast has been trying real hard to transform him, but he just won't go. He keeps walking up to the edges of cliffs or the shore, looking out wistfully into the expanse, before going "nah" and walking away. It's almost like he's taunting his patron. He likes to keep to cramped spaces, just to spite them. Regardless, he seems to stare at the night sky, almost like he's looking for something, or waiting.

Skizz - Lonely

New avatar. Skizz? An avatar of the lonely? But he's got loads of pals. How could he be lonely? He's useful to everyone, he serves his purpose, they don't grieve because he wouldn't want that, right? He's an absolute angel. His design is still angelic, but with gold tear tracks down his face. He's unwilling to admit that being treated as expendable has gotten to him. It's fine, the fog of death is calm, it doesn't ask anything of him, it's... Peaceful.

Tango - Desolation

Full avatar. Not much changes from his design. The usual fire hair that gets stronger with the anger. He fully transformed in Last Life when Bdubs killed him. Up until then, the hair was just regular hair, but that death changed him. He's not immune to the fire. The more he burns, the more how almost looks like a roast marshmallow but I'm a creepy way. He's charged and melting and angry. So so angry. If you take something from him, he will take everything from you.

[solargeist]

it must be so confusing to parent xelqua bc one days he’s tiny and cute cuddling up with grian to nap and. Next day he’s this overgrown bastard bird thats Much older than grian and causes problems on purpose

[fitzs-space]

what would your Spore Mother design be?

kinda like this.

overgrown entity in a very pretty little dress. someone Grian would refer to in third person even though it was his own body. the sleeves look like mushrooms ')

this was more just a quick painted sketch to get the idea out, but its there

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

The Mumscarian Murder Cannibal AU [Part One]

Hey there. So, this one gets dark. @angeart and I have been cooking this au for some time now, and I felt like sharing it.

Initially inspired by this oneshot from Ange, the AU follows serial killer Scar and very normal citizen Grian, with Mumbo coming into the AU later along with some other hermits. I suggest taking the content warnings for this one seriously.

Content Warnings: kidnapping, murder, torture, cannibalism, manipulation, self-harm, gun violence, illness, injury, horror, major character death (not of the main trio), minor character death (random unnamed characters)

Part One [you are here!]

Grian likes to think of himself as a fairly ordinary person. He lives alone, in an apartment just a little ways downtown from the city centre. He works in an architectural firm, but mostly works from home, only popping into the office on occasion to say hi to his coworkers - who mostly double as friends.

One of his few out-of-work friends is Scar, who has recently convinced him to go camping in the woods over the long weekend. Now, Grian is not a fan of nature. He complains the whole time - setting up the tent, gathering wood for the campfire, and so on. But he also has a big stupid crush on Scar, so he agrees to try out his favourite hobby. Whatever.

The problem starts, really, when they go out hunting on the second day of the trip.

Grian doesn't get the best night's sleep, bothered by insects and dirt and sleeping in an uncomfortable position that leaves his back aching. When Scar brandishes a hunting rifle and says they're going to practice shooting, Grian wants to curl up and die. He would rather throw himself off a cliff than shoot some deer in the head - probably missing and extending its misery.

But again, he has a stupid crush, so he says yes. They stalk out into the forest, further than Grian feels comfortable. He asks Scar if they can go back, but Scar brushes him off, and Grian drops it because he doesn't want to look like a wimp. After a certain point, there are no more paths. Grian swears he sees a sign warning hikers to turn back. The forest gets all overgrown and impossible to navigate. Grian stings himself on nettles more than once.

It's miserable. Scar is in his element.

He's heard, in passing, that there's a part of the woods that is forbidden, no one's meant to go there. He's heard that people go missing - they fall into ravines or get lost or maybe wolves eat them, whatever - they never come out once they go in. And, hell, Grian is a paranoid guy. He asks Scar if they're anywhere close to that patch of woodland.

Laughing, Scar waves his hand. "G, we're not even close! You sure don't know a lot about the forest, huh?" And it's enough for Grian's racing nerves to calm themselves a little.

It's not long before they spot some deer. A few large animals grazing in a little clearing. Scar crouches, then hands the gun to Grian, telling him to get on one knee, and showing him how to hold the weapon. It's not comfortable, holding such a dangerous thing with no knowledge of how it operates, but Scar makes it seem less scary, taking Grian's hands in his own to guide them to the right spot.

Foolishly, Grian tries to savour the moment. Scar's body pressed against his own, his warm hands manipulating him into a proper position... it's as close as they're ever going to get, so long as Grian keeps acting like a coward.

When everything looks correct, Scar moves away and tells Grian to aim at one of the deer. Careful, now, don't overthink it. Just breathe. Stay calm. Be ready for the noise, it's pretty loud.

But before Grian can shoot, there are shouts from the foliage nearby. The deer scatter immediately. Scar swears, snatching the gun from Grian's hands, knocking him to the floor in the process.

A group of campers, three of them, rush out from the bushes. They wield foraging gear - knives, shears - and their faces are painted with anger. One of them points at Scar.

Suddenly, they charge ahead. Two go for Scar, one for Grian. And Grian is stunned. Confused, terrified, he shouts at Scar. What's happening? Who are they? But Scar doesn't answer. Instead, he raises his rifle, and shoots.

The first camper is struck in the head. Grian screams, shuffling back in the dirt until he hits a tree. Scar just killed someone. He just killed someone. Someone is dead. Their brains are all over the floor.

And there's two left. They're still attacking. Still running towards Scar and Grian. It was self-defense. Self-defense. Of course. Okay. Right.

Another shot. The second camper pursuing Scar falls. Grian can't take his eyes off of the bodies, still twitching as life drains away. He feels like he's going to be sick.

There's still a camper rushing Grian. They're upon him in seconds, seemingly unaware, or too hyped up on adrenaline to notice, their friends are dead.

They slash at Grian with a hunting knife. The long blade glints in the sun. He leans away. His heart beats in his ears. It barely misses him. They raise their arm. Another swing catches his cheek, drawing blood. Grian closes his eyes. Thinks this is it. This is where he dies.

A shot, loud, echoing through the trees. The final camper falls to the ground, dead. Their blood sprays against Grian's clothes. Some of it gets on his face. In his mouth. He's frozen, staring wide-eyed at the corpse.

Silence, for a moment. Dead, complete silence. Not even birdsong through the trees.

"Wh- who were they? Why... what did they... Scar?" Grian can't pull together a full sentence after that, whole body trembling as tears start to build up in his eyes, the crash of adrenaline washing over him along with the horror at what they've just done. Scar is somewhere behind him, the body in front, Grian in the middle.

It's like the whole world stops moving. Grian's shaking breaths threaten to turn into sobs.

He hears Scar sigh. "They were probably mad about what I did to their friend." It's said so calmly, so nonchalant, that Grian doesn't register the words, for a moment.

Then it clicks. "What?" he says, frozen in fear. There is something burning against his back, some phantom sensation like he knows he's being watched. He knows Scar has a gun pointed at him. He doesn't even need to look.

Scar is pointing a gun at him. Scar is about to shoot him. Click.

He runs.

Scrambling to his feet, Grian runs for his life through the dense forest, each step pounding against the moist ground. His breaths catch in his throat, chest heaving, fear spiking through all of his senses.

Terror. A gunshot.

A bullet grazes past his feet. He screams. Sobs. Chokes on the sound. Stumbles, but keeps running, dodging roots and trees as best as he can.

Something in the back of his mind tells him he should weave in a zig-zag pattern. Like he saw on TV once. But he can't. He can't do anything but run. Faster. He has to be faster. How does he outrun a bullet?

Scar is laughing. Or he imagines it.

Then, another gunshot. It rings in his already aching ears. Panic explodes from his rib cage.

Everything happens so fast.

There's a popping sound. A pain in his ankle. Shocking burst of fire.

He's falling. Crashing to the ground. Putting his arms out to break the fall.

And the world goes dark.

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When Grian wakes, he's disorientated. In the dark, inside, the smell of damp invading his senses. Something - maybe an old tap - is dripping, little watery sounds echoing around his buzzing head.

He's tied up, bound by rope to a chair. His ankle hurts. But it's a dull pain, something nonspecific.

Looking down, he discovers it has been bandaged, but he's bleeding still, deep red staining the white fabric. From the strange numbness, he figures he might be on painkillers.

When he remembers what just happened - how Scar just turned on him - he starts to sob, hyperventilating. Why would Scar hurt him like this? What did he do to those campers' friend? Where did he take Grian?

Is he about to die?

His thoughts spiral as he struggles to breathe, pulling against his bindings to no avail. It's unclear how long he's left like that, before a door creaks open, streaming light into the room.

A light switch is turned on. Grian finds himself in a hallway, next to what could be a door to a garage, the kitchen somewhere to his right.

Scar stands in front of him, self-important smirk on his face, and a bowl of stew in his hands.

And, see, Grian is not stupid. He knows there is a greater than zero chance that this stew is made with people. It makes sense: creepy cabin in the woods, crazy serial killer, bowl of mystery meat. These things scream cannibalism, and he's not about to find out if people really do taste like chicken.

Scar is very, very insistent that he tries at least a little. He crouches next to Grian's chair and tries to spoon-feed him. Grian tries to bite his fingers and Scar laughs at him as if it's the funniest thing in the world.

After a while, Grian concedes to the killer, chewing a bit of a vegetable in the stew. Then Scar seems satisfied, putting the bowl to the side and levelling his gaze.

He tells it how it is. Scar is a killer. He does it for fun, and for the artistry of the kill. He's always been this way, and yes he does eat them, most of the time. As he explains himself, with all the casual cadence in the world, Grian finds himself getting increasingly nauseous.

"Just- just make it quick, okay?" he finally stutters out, interrupting Scar in the middle of a long rant about how to make the most of human remains. And to that, Scar looks almost surprised.

He smirks that terrible smirk, white teeth flashing under dim lights. "Oh, Grian, I don't wanna kill you! I want you to join me!"

Oh. Oh no.

Grian shakes his head, horrified, as Scar goes on about how Grian is the only person he's ever felt anything other than a hunter's instinct for. The only person he's ever truly loved. And if Grian stays they'll be so happy together, no one will ever be able to hurt them...

Then Scar tells him to think it over. He's going out hunting (and Grian knows, then, he doesn't mean for deer) and he'll be back later. And he leaves, keeping the light on for Grian's comfort.

There is nothing comforting about it.

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It is an hour later that Grian's ankle starts to really, truly hurt again. The sharp burning buzzes all over, centring on the bleeding, broken part of him. His feet are bloody too, shoes and socks removed while he was unconscious.

If he moves his ankle, his vision starts to blur, and his stomach flips. So he keeps it as still as he can, ignoring the mess of dried blood coating his skin.

Two more hours, and there is a noise. A garage door stuttering open. Grian doesnt see Scar when he's hunting, but he hears what happens in the aftermath.

He hears Scar dragging a live victim into the garage, which is only one wall of seperation from where Grian himself is kept. Hears how Scar speaks and jokes in the same way he always does, talking and talking and never stopping. Hears the sound of metal scraping against stone. Hears the thud and crack of bones being broken. Hears the poor camper scream and beg. Hears them cry out in pain and anguish. And eventually hears wet choking sounds as they drown in their own blood.

The thing that upsets Grian the most is how Scar hasn't changed. He's still the same person in the way he speaks to the victim, with the same silly jokes and oddball personality that Grian knows. It just hammers home the fact that Scar has been doing this for who-knows-how-long and Grian never noticed. He's not some secretly evil monster using that personality as a mask, he is still the loveable, silly man Grian fell in love with, and a ruthless killer at the same time. Those identities just arent seperate.

They never were. That's the part that frightens Grian the most. The fact that he really did trust Scar, and love him, while the entire time he was killing innocent people in the woods somewhere.

That somewhere is here, and Grian has to get out.

He's been tugging at his restraints for hours. Ever since Scar left. To give him credit, they are sturdy. Thick rope that makes Grian's wrists bleed. But his legs aren't bound, and after hours of struggling, he's made progress.

Progress enough to slip one hand out of the restraints. Then the other is easy work. Scar is still cleaning up. He can hear the sound of running water and the slick thud and scrape of a saw cutting through meat.

He can see the front door from here. Just around a corner and down the hall. It's not far. He can make it.

Putting pressure on his ankle is agonising, but he has to get out. He has to run. Has to find society and tell someone and get out.

It's dark outside. Autumnal. Could be snowing, even.

Anywhere is better than here.

Grian steps quietly, painfully, to the front door. He's surprised to find it unlocked.

Pause. His hand on the door handle. Listening. Scar is humming to himself in the garage, completely unaware.

Okay.

Right. He opens the door. So quiet. Not even a creak.

And as soon as he slips out, bare feet making contact with the icy ground, he runs.

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[part 1 of ?] [to be continued...]

[anxietygremlin7]

Among the Wildflowers and the Lilies

So maybe Scar missed a few punches, a few hits. Maybe he stumbled a bit over a mound of sand and lost his balance. So what? He knew Grian was going to win anyways.

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The Cactus Ring; we all know it and we all have a love-hate relationship with it. So here's my take on what went down inside that prickly round shape (can you tell I'm having trouble disconnecting from the comedy for this very not-comedy fic?)

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Hello there! Welcome to my first Desert Duo fic :)

This is not to say that they haven't been consuming my brain for an excessively long time, I've just never really written anything for them before this. (I wrote a very rough draft of this months ago, but with Wild Life and one of my friend's watching Third Life for the first time, I was brought back to this thing so I polished it up and here it is!)

Anyways, this fic (if you couldn't tell by the slightly strange title) is a song fic! I listened to Overgrown Garden by Beetlebug (you should totally listen to it while reading this fic) and just couldn't get the first few lines of this fic out of my head; so I wrote 'em down and (after much editing) here we are!

Ao3 link if you'd prefer:

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So maybe Scar missed a few punches, a few hits. Maybe he stumbled a bit over a mound of sand and lost his balance. So what? He knew Grian was going to win anyways, even if he claimed it was a double victory they both knew it couldn’t be, only one of them could win this game, he just wanted to make it easier. It was better this way. For both of them. Maybe Scar had known, some small part of him had always known, that if it came down to it, a battle between the two of them, that Grian was going to win. So what, if from the moment they met in this new world and Grian promised his first life to Scar, Scar had also, without saying it, pledged his last two lives to Grian? So what.

Maybe Scar had always feared that Grian was going to go back on his promise, that he was going to leave. Especially after his first death in the ruins of the desert, his vow then fulfilled. But Grian stayed, despite his joking protest, despite what should have been fear around a Red Life, despite something that should have meant nothing. Despite everything, he stayed. And Scar could only hope it meant more than nothing to him too.

And hope he did as he punched and dogged and backed into a cactus. As he missed and stumbled and fell. As he smiled and laughed and joked. As he slowly died for the third time and for the first time.

Grian laughed too, tears running down his face, his eyes shining, black glinting almost purple in the bright sunlight. He smiled back at Scar, even though it seemed to hurt, jaw clenched and teeth grinding. Scar’s smile brightened, as much as it could at the moment, as he tried not to hope too much. Hope for things he wasn’t sure he could ever have. But he had had them; a hand in his in the dark of the night, a feathery wing shoved in his face in the morning, shared laughter while laying traps. So maybe it wasn’t too much to hope. Just this once. To hope for something that he could maybe have.

 And as Grian cried and Scar’s health bar declined, he began to cry too, smile never leaving his face, sliver of hope never leaving his heart.

Scar was lucky, he knew that. He had been given time and space to build a life with Grian, however strange it was, to spend time with the man who was his whole world. He didn’t regret any of it, not the killing, not the dying, not the betraying, nothing, because he got to do it all with Grian, side-by-side as they ran through a desert, tripping on piles of sand and laughing as they fell. Though, maybe Scar did have one regret, but even that wasn’t too bad. He just hadn’t said those three words to Grian, those three little words that can mean so little but also so much.

Now there was no time, or at least very little of it, so Scar planned to make the most of what he had. As he became weaker and weaker, red tinting the edges of his vision, blood dripping off the backs of his knuckles, he tripped over a rock, falling onto the ground. Grian fell to his knees beside him, tears falling from his face dampening the sand around them. Some of the tears landed on Scar, tracing darker paths through the dust coating his skin, tiny little lines like cracks in the untouched ground of a desert.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Scar,” Grian muttered, voice cracking, sounding just as broken as Scar felt. Everything hurt, his limbs felt heavy with lead, his cuts and scrapes brushed painfully against the sand, and yet he felt numb to it all, eyes focused on Grian’s own scrapes and bruises littering his beautiful face, creased in pain.

“I’m sorry too,” Scar replied, voice weak. He still smiled through the pain, looking up at his Grian. At his world. At the man he had devoted his life too; all of his lives too. 

Grian just cried more, shuffling to bring Scar into something like a hug, his clipped wings wrapping around them; his head buried in Scar's shoulder, muttering apologies between tears.

Grian’s red sweater was in tatters, draping across his body like poorly wound bandages. It was hard to see the blood on it, red blending together to the point where it was hard to tell what was clean and what was stained. All of it was stained. Scar knew, he knew what each drop of blood on that once pristine red sweater was. Each new stain a step closer to victory and whatever that meant–whatever came with it. 

Scar was only sorry he couldn't get to be there with Grian. To help him take off the tatters of his sweater. Maybe he would try to mend it, but Scar had never been very good at sewing or knitting, so maybe they would get him a new one. One without all the stains and the blood and the pain that had sunk into these few tatters Grian had left.

“Hey, Grian,” Scar’s voice was weak, barely a whisper, as he struggled to get the words past his uncooperating lips, but Grian still heard him, Grian always heard him, “I never got the chance to tell you this but I think I can now.” 

Grian looked up and their eyes met. Scar reached up with all of his little remaining strength and cupped Grian’s face with his hand. The touch was gentle, Scar always tried to be gentle even if he wasn’t sure he could be. Grian deserved it, he deserved gentle after everything he had been through. The blood on his palms stained Grian’s cheeks, though neither of them cared, red had become their life. Another tear fell from Grian’s eye and landed on his cheek; Scar brushed it away with a barely-there touch of his thumb.

 “I love you,” the emission made Scar feel lighter, or maybe that was just the blood loss. It felt like he had finally done what he had been meant to do. Three little words, a few movements of the mouth, nearly nothing, and yet to Scar, it meant everything. 

Grian seemed to break at his words, holding Scar even tighter and turning to cry into the hand still gently resting on his cheek. “Please-please…don’t make this harder,” he said through tears. Scar just did his best to hold him as his life slowly drained.

“Just…just thought…you should…know,” Scar forced himself to speak one last time, cracked lips pulling apart, pain consuming his entire being.

And as Scar’s hand fell from Grian’s face, and his breath stopped, and his heartbeat slowed to nothing, he barely heard Grian mutter something through his growing sobs.

“I love you too.”

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Hello again, so nice of you to drop by! (totally not like you just read smth else written by me lol) :)

Hopefully you enjoyed that, even if it did make you wanna punch me in the face (please get in line, I have a few friends who would definitely need to go first (you know who you are, love you guys<3))

I love Desert Duo and I love Third Life; it has my heart (even tho Wild Life is shaping up to be an amazing season and Desert Duo is so back!)

Anyways, thanks for reading!

[seafoamwaffle]

These New Dreams

I finally got around to polishing up the first chapter of my Stardew Valley Ranchers, which you can now find on ao3! I'm slightly embarrassed it took me this long, but at least it's up now.

Rating: General Audiences Word count: 3k Tags: Alternative Universe - Stardew Valley, Jimmy-centric, Jimmy, Grian and Pearl are cousins, Pearl and Grian are siblings, New start, Hurt/Comfort, Social Anxiety, Anxiety Disorder, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Additional Tags to Be Added

They stopped once they reached another big clearing and oh—he’d thought Pearl had been exaggerating about how overgrown the property had become. But wild weeds and debris stretched as far as the eye could see. Fields of wheat and corn had given way to sturdy maples and pine trees. And the house… Well, it looked as though no one had set foot in or around it for more than a decade. “Told you it was bad,” Pearl half-snickered. “You’re exaggerating! With enough time this can all be fixed up easily.” “Says the carpenter. The house looks like it’s being held together with duct tape and Gramps’ old stubbornness! Are you sure this is even safe to stay in?” Grian waved a hand in dismissal. “I went to check it over a few days back. It’s not a luxury resort or anything, it’s covered in about an inch layer of dust and I’m pretty sure a lot of the wiring and plumbing needs to be redone, but it’s not going to collapse at a moment's notice.” “Reassuring,” Jimmy mumbled under his breath

After a rough couple of months, Jimmy realizes he needs a change. Solution? Moving back to his childhood home in Pelican Town

I already have a second draft written, though I have no clue when I'll be able to post it because I am still very busy with school (yay late graduation!) so I have no clue what my posting schedule will look like.

Thank you so much for reading through and have a lovely day <3

[galaxygermdraws]

Overgrown?? Overgrown!! Bu I only draw Impulse because I'm thinking about him. Uh. Top left is non-canon/alternate route. Everything else? Canon to the AU. Everyone has a bad time in this AU but I couldn't stop thinking about him. Uh. Mushrooms in the background were what I used as reference, Deer sent them to me to help me figure out what mushes Impulse had on his design.

(reblogs with tags/comments are appreciated. Thankyu)

[pearlescentmoon-enjoyers]

[nightisawkward]

Desertduo-s my post-apocalyptic landscape

More for my log horizon AU! Just wanted draw an overgrown urban setting, ngl adding Scar and Grian was more of an afterthought lol. I wonder what that strange tower in the distance is? Probably not important

More AU stuff can be found here and here if you're interested :)

[marabelle5]

Gandalf

Pearl opened the doors of the Crystal Cliffs Library. She was looking for her favorite (and only) librarian of the Crystal Cliffs. She walked to the front desk of the library passing rows of bookshelves and the fireplace where patrons would sit at this time of year to warm up. 

Her phone binged and she saw that the Codvengers would be on watch duty tonight. Pearl smiled, she had a plan to eat dinner with Gem tonight they’d maybe rope Sausage and fWhip. When she got to the front desk she saw Gem staring at a cat who looked to be reading a Lord of The Rings Book. Pearl was in her blue hoodie; it had the moon phases on the sleeves Grian gave her the hoodie for they’re birthday some years ago.

“Geeeeem.” 

“Pearrrrl”

“Why are you staring at that cat?” 

“He keeps wandering in here and always gets on the Lord of The Rings shelf.”

“And now he’s here at your desk.”

“Yep.” At that moment three kids ran into the library excitedly.

“Hello High Wizard Gem.” The three said to the librarian. Pearl recognized these three from earlier they had gotten some hot cocoa from her. Then the kids turned to the gray cat who had his nose still in that Lord of The Rings book. “Hello Great Wizard Gandalf.” Gem looked confused.

“Great Wizard? Gandalf?” A hint of confusion was in Gem’s voice.  

“Yeah! He’s an old and ancient wizard of the Crystal Cliffs” The girl with black hair said.

“And his name is Gandalf because he likes Lord of The Rings so much.” The one with brown curly hair pitched in. The cat tapped Gem on the shoulder and then tapped the picture of Gandalf.

“Okay so you're a cat named Gandalf. That is totally normal.” Gem replied. The kids said goodbye and ran out but walked because Gem yelled at them to do so. The library was empty and so Pearl said this.

“The Codvengers are going to be out tonight.”

Gem looked up from her cleaning. “Does that include Kathrine?” 

“No. You want to head to Mythland to grab dinner?” Gem nodded her head and after she was done cleaning was done cleaning. They took Gandalf and the Lord of The Rings book and headed to House Blossom. It was almost closing time when they got there. Kathrine had a flower shop plus a kitty cafe. 

“Hey Kathrine.” Pearl said as she opened the door for Gem who was holding Gandalf.

“Hello Pearl and Gem. What are you two doing?” Kathrine looked up from the flowers she was attending to. 

“Gem has this cat who is named Gandalf who likes to read Lord of The Rings books.” Pearl replied. 

“Interesting.”

“Would you care to take care of him for a night?”

“Let me go do something for one second.” Kathrine turned on her heel and headed to one of the back rooms. Then she came back and said “The Overgrown grown would love to take care of Great Wizard Gandalf for a night.”

“Thank you, House Blossom.” Gem replied. Pearl and Gem exited House Blossom and headed to Mythland which was past Gilded Helianthia. 

The invisible wings on Pearl’s head shot up. She grabbed Gem and pulled Gem closer to her and she took a step back because right where Gem had just been standing purple light struck the ground. The Copper King hopped down from his perch and Pearl saw The Hermits. 

[writingdevil]

Suit [Hermittober24 Day Nineteen]

(Prompt list created by @collierose1 )

Warning-Mentioned death and violence

Grian found something.He found something shiny.

Only,the object in question wasn't physically shiny, but it still gave Grian that rush of giddy delight and an uncontrollable desire to take that thing.

Grian was a monster.A feathery,mischievous monster,with talons and claws that could rip through flesh like butter.He has beautiful crimson wings attached to his arms and face,along with a long tail and ear wings that could pick up the smallest of sounds.He lived out in an abandoned park,where no humans in the city dared to venture.

Grian loved to mess with these squishy,soft beings known as humans,and if sometimes he broke his toys?Oh well.

He liked these humans because they were always carrying shiny things for him to add to his nest. Humans liked to decorate themselves in all sorts of silvery and gold ornaments,all to let Grian know that they were there for the taking.How kind of them.

For the most part,his life was great.He got to scavenge for food or trinkets,lounge about in the nest that he worked so hard to build,and almost every few days,some idiot would be brave enough to enter his territory,and then Grian got to have some real fun.

Nobody who entered his domain ever escaped to tell the tale of the monster lurking in the shadows. But today was different.

Usually people who come to the park are attempting to be stealthy,walking slow and quiet as to not alert Grian,but he always heard them eventually.But today,he heard something completely new.

Click!Click!

Grian has never heard this sound before,and before his body could even get into a defensive position, he heard a voice.

"Is this one okay?"

The voice didn't sound scared or nervous like all the other trespassers,it just sounded unsure.Grian's never heard that sound when someone's in his home.Curiosity took ahold of him in that moment, and he went to meet the voice.

It was the middle of the day,but the trees were so wild and large,that it provided plenty of shade for Grian to hide in.

He followed the faint sound of clicking,hiding his feathers amongst the overgrown fauna,until he peeked his head around a bush to find-a suit.

Obviously there was a man in the suit,but the fact that this person was wearing such formal attire in the untamed woods,was quite a peculiar sight.He has his back turned to Grian,but he could hear him mumbling to himself in frustration,fiddling with something in his hands.

Then he quickly turned around,and Grian had to bite his lip to contain his surprise.

The man had messy black hair and pale skin,and Grian could tell that he looked quite tired.His fingers,which were playing around with some strange,black box,had a number of tiny bandages wrapped around them.But the thing that made Grian smile,was his funny little mustache.He'd never seen anything like it.

He actually looked quite handsome.

The man lifted the box up to his face,looking up at a particularly overgrown tree,and Grian saw a flash and heard that click again.

When the man lowered the box,he had a satisfied smile on his face as he said,"That's much better."

Grian tilted his head to the side in curiosity,having never seen someone be so happy and calm while in his land.What was he doing with that box?Why was he here?Didn't he know the tales of Grian's pranks?

He began to feel that urge again-the urge to poke and prod at something until it either snaps or Grian gets bored.He was feeling like that right now,but not as intense?Like a softer version of that urge, which was completely new to Grian.

He had been so lost in thought,that when he heard another click,he accidentally let out a little chirp of surprise.He quickly glanced up,afraid of the man suddenly screaming out in horror,only to see the back of that suit again,retreating quickly out of the park,shoulders tense and almost touching his ears.

He was-leaving?Just like that?

Grian let a distressed chirp out as the man disappeared swiftly,and he stepped out into the clearing,aimlessly looking around at where the man had just been,until his gaze landed on the tree that the man had pointed his box at.

He put a claw against the rough bark,wondering what made this tree,this whole place,special enough for that man in the fancy suit to step foot in,not a trace of fear on his face.

Grian wanted to see more of that happy face.

He wanted to see that man look at him that way.

He didn't know why he was getting so caught up about a random stranger,but something about that suit and mustache set something off in him,and that was exciting to Grian.

So with a malicious chuckle,Grian began to follow the man in the fancy suit.

[ireallyliketalldarksultrymen]

pleasepleaseplease write anything flowrhsubands please im begging im so desperate

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE!! sorry this took a bit pookie, but i got massssive brainrot and almost started a scott 3rd life rewatch

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A sea of flowers.

You could see the swarm from miles away, though only appearing as colorful specks. 

Alliums, tulips, roses, poppies.

They’re all dimly lit by lanterns that hang from Scott’s hut. The ilghts flicker ever-so slightly with a shade of amber.

Across the valley is Jimmy. His hut is a bit smaller; they have limited space from the river that runs around them, but he manages.

For weeks they’ve slept with only themselves. Eighteen days. Scott’s been counting.

All thanks to a game of Dare to Flare.

All thanks to a trap set under a chest.

Scott lays on a cold, empty mattress. He feels alone on the ground he’s built upon. He misses warmth.

He wonders if Jimmy feels the same.

Scott finds himself to be in line with others on the server, he realizes—Grian and Martyn, both paired with red names.

And though they have the risk of being killed at any time, Scott’s different. At the end of a battle, he and Jimmy tend to each other’s wounds.

At the moment, there aren’t any. Scott’s made allies with most players, found a home, has had love sealed to him with a poppy.

So, he waits.

Waits for swords to be drawn against allies. Waits for bloodshed to seep through the confines of passive nature. Waits for the first death of a player.

He looks through his window, mind impossibly loud.

And Scott can’t help but think, as he gazes across the valley.

To Jimmy’s hut, so close and far and everything in between from Scott’s own.

To the Moon, casting a silver glimmer from above, all while she’s covered in craters and grooves. 

To the cave in the side of the hill, where their portal churrs in the dark of night and the Pufferish of Peace is sat on a pedestal.

If good things come to those who wait, he’ll stand in this valley until it’s overgrown.

[life-winners-liveblog]

I Wonder if the ghost of life series present is any more persuasive

-🐰❤️

Grian: So what do you want to say? That I should just go back to the void?

DL!Scott: Well of course you should but we both know that, you know that, you know that the best choice would be to go back right now but you refuse to because of this place...a prison of your own making.

Grian: What are you talking about?

DL!Scott: This place, this valley, this desert. After nearly 3 years what do you see?

Grian: Uhhh I see the desert and the flower valley...

DL!Scott: Do you? Do you really? You look at this place at the overgrown vines and you search for a reason to blame yourself. You look at the expansion of the desert but you can only look back at the blood and the fire.

Grian: Of course I do! These are places-

DL!Scott: Where you think you failed the people close to you? You blame yourself for things outside of your control and in every moment you search for more reasons to do so.

Grian:...

DL!Scott: You are pitiful, you don't see the world as it is, you search in it reasons to justify your self hatred. You consider yourself nothing and try to convince everyone else of the same...

Grian: I don't-

DL!Scott: Oh but you do, that is what you have been doing since the start isn't it... you put on yourself blame after blame and then relish in the pity party you trow yourself... You judged yourself guilty and condamned yourself to a prison of your own creation in which you are both warden and prisoner. You are right about one thing and one thing only, you ARE a coward.

Grian: I know...

DL!Scott: No, you don't know, you don't get it... Walk with me while we speak...

~~~~

DL!Scott: So what will you do if you stay?

Grian: I... didn't think that far...

DL!Scott: Unsurprising.

Grian: There is no need to be mean-

DL!Scott: Mean? Let me ask you a question... Do you care for the ugh "friends" you made in the winner void?

Grian: Of course!! Well...not that much Martyn I guess...

DL!Scott: Then so, said winners must also care about you?

Grian: I guess...

DL!Scott: Then tell me, whats meaner? A little snide comment based on truth or leaving people that care about you behind despite being able to go back to them?

Grian: I already discussed this with Pearl-

DL!Scott: And this makes it worse Grian, this isn't you running away because you think that they wouldn't miss you, this is you running away while fully knowing they will miss you and that doing so will hurt them. And for what? So you can feel bad about yourself more? What do you even gain in staying in this dilapilated mess, you have a base, you have companions, you the chance to learn so much... Are you really willing to trow all that potential away for this?

Grian: Well maybe you are right! I am a monster! And I am mean and a coward and an idiot! And maybe I don't deserve being happy with them!

Dl!Scott: Then so be it. I am done.

*Scott leaves*