Brb Dancing Around My Apartment

Officially, the fire has been declared extinguished. My house was saved from being burned and I will be able to return tomorrow :DD Thank you all very much for your support!!

November 1 - CG/Grian

Mumbo walked to the door, peering through the eyehole. The ring of the doorbell still echoed in the air, causing his concern to increase. 

There at the door was Grian, head down. Mumbo could see that he had flown here in a tizzy, hair messed up by harsh winds. His wings were visible, twitching weirdly and some feathers looked like they were melting into purple goop. 

“Grian! What happened?” Mumbo hurriedly threw the door open to shake his friend. 

Grian didn’t look down when he heard Mumbo’s voice but he was not looking at him either. “The creatu-“ Grian interrupted himself with a yelp of pain. “They didn’t get rid of it! Mumbo-“ Another groan of pain. “help.” 

Mumbo didn’t know what to do. Seeing Grian in pain hurt but what could Mumbo do? He didn’t know what stopped the ‘creature’ when it happened that Halloween. 

“How did they stop it last time?” Mumbo helped Grian onto the couch for more comfort. 

Grian’s eyes slightly glazed over for a moment before they snapped back into focus. “Call Tango- he’ll know what to do- I think.” 

The moment Grian finished his sentence, his eyes glazed over and an unearthly scream ripped from his throat. The voice was off, sounding more like feedback from a microphone. 

His whole body shook in panicked fear but Mumbo managed to get Tango on the phone. 

“Mumbo? What’s u-“

“Come to my house quickly! The thing from Halloween is back and Grian’s in pain!”

There was silence on the other side before Tango replied. 

“On my way.” And the call ended. 

The time between the end of that call and Tango’s hurried arrival was hell for the two friends. Mumbo kept his distance from Grian’s sweeping wings that kept flapping haphazardly, loose feathers and purple goop that flew around. Grian was having a significantly harder time. Fighting Motherspore for control was taking a toll on Grian’s mental capabilities. 

So when Tango arrived, he was greeted with a smaller reenactment of Halloween, with the unfortunate lack of an Emerald Soldier.

“Mumbo! Are you okay?” 

A thumbs-up could be seen from behind the fallen table. “I’ll be fine. How do we stop… this?”

Tango cast around the room desperately for a solution. His gaze landed on a chair near Mumbo. “Mumbo! Could you try to use the chair and trap Grian under it? Just keep him in one place for me to burn the thing off him.”

At the word burn, Mumbo kinda froze. “Will Grian get hurt?” 

Tango shook his head in response. Then with his fingers, the countdown started. 

Mumbo hefted the chair over his head, yelling and running towards ‘Grian’. The latter turned to look at him, eyes flashing between clarity and a chalky fog. “Sorry!” Mumbo brought the chair down, trapping ‘Grian’s’ arms and wings between the chair legs. 

‘Grian’ struggled, kicking his legs, swinging his arms and flapping his wings. It was all to no avail. 

Tango didn’t miss his chance. The creature possessing Grian noticed his presence. Knowing its possible downfall was arriving, ‘Grian’  struggled harder but Tango was faster. 

In the next few moments, Grian was limp on the floor, the purple goop glued onto his wings losing its stickiness and sliding off. 

Tango leaned against the wall, overcome from the effort. He locked eyes with Mumbo, who looked pale as a sheet. 

That was certainly going to be a long day. 

Chapters: 1/32 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Charles | Grian/Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, Martyn Littlewood | InTheLittleWood/Rendog, Jimmy | Solidarity/TangoTek, Scott Major | Smajor1995 & Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Oliver Brotherhood | Mumbo Jumbo & Charles | Grian, Cubfan135 & Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, Charles | Grian & Maui | Grian's Cat, Charles | Grian & Pearl | Grian's Cat, Jellie | GoodTimesWithScar's Cat & Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar Characters: Charles | Grian, Maui | Grian's Cat (Video Blogging RPF), Pearl | Grian's Cat (Video Blogging RPF), Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, Jellie | GoodTimesWithScar's Cat, Ariana Griande (Hermitcraft), Martyn Littlewood | InTheLittleWood, Rendog (Video Blogging RPF), Jimmy | Solidarity, TangoTek (Video Blogging RPF), Scott Major | Smajor1995, Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Oliver Brotherhood | Mumbo Jumbo, Cubfan135 (Video Blogging RPF) Summary:

Double Hearted November 2024!

Some days have an accompanying fanart drawn by a friend.

@jodasock

#including Oct 31th

what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?

would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?

Yeah

Rumour has it, although the King of Ithaca had returned to his shores, his throne remained empty for the better part of a year.

I love hurt/comfort! (I say as I plan on heart wrenching angst)

Day 3: Plushie

Cute Guy flew past building after building, scanning the streets below for danger. He swerved around office buildings, glancing through the glass windows occasionally.

It was another Saturday, school was out for the weekdays and the professor had a small mountain and assignments to grade. After staring at one too many essays, Grian finally called it quits and flew out the window in the only way he could. Illegally. 

Wind whipped through his feathers as he pumped his wings, soaring higher and higher. 

Just as he reached the top, a mix of black, orange and blue caught his eye. 

Without hesitation, Cute Guy zipped right in front of the man, grinning at the surprised gasps (gasp) he heard.

“Wha- oh hi.”  Hot Guy steps back a few steps to give space for CuteGuy to land. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Cute Guy raised an eyebrow to the soldier. “Not going to try to arrest me or find my identity today?”

Hot Guy was mildly offended by that comment. “I don’t do that every time I see you.” He waved his hand around. “I was just about to go find you.” He opened his fisted palm.

This piqued the vigilante’s curiosity. Cute Guy looked at the hero’s hand. In it, he saw… himself.

More specifically, it was a mini version of him, chibified and turned into a plushie. “I… didn’t licence this.” The larger, unchibified and unplushified Cute Guy, grinned wryly. “Where did you get it from?”

Hot Guy raised his hand so he could look at the plush. “There was a booth stall thing in a mall I went to the other day. They sold these in a set.”

“Set?”

Magically, Hot Guy conjured up another plushie, this time it was a smaller, chibified version of him. (They didn’t change the size of his sci- sorry) “Mini me. Isn’t he adorable.”

“Absolutely.” Cute Guy deadpanned. “I’d love to have him.”

The soldier ignored the vigilante's sarcasm, instead giving the latter that mini Hot Guy. 

Cute Guy took it without a word. “I might just throw it away.” 

It was impossible to see behind his glasses but there was a hint of sadness in Hot Guy’s eyes. “I don’t mind.” He wasn’t being honest, but what else was he supposed to say?

Just as Hot Guy was about to say something else, Cub called, reminding him of his duty. So together, the duo took down yet another threat to the city. 

~🦆~

Later at home, Grian picked up the plushie from when he dropped it onto his balcony. He took one more look at the mini hero. 

Grian might have actually thrown it aside, maybe not into the bin, when he first looked at it. But now with a closer look, it really was quite cute. It couldn’t hurt to just leave it on the shelf as decoration. 

So that’s where it's sat, beside a few of Ariana Griande’s music albums, presently the only Hot Guy to know Cute Guy’s civilian identity.

October 31th - Motherspore

Motherspore walked in their forest, admiring every plant and fungus that grew under the shade of the trees. It was perfect beyond anything they wished. 

“Choosing this human…” They said, reaching for a beef steak fungus (yes that’s a thing, search it up yourself).  “Was a wise decision indeed.” The creature yanked the mushroom from the tree it grew on and took a bite. 

They smiled to themselves. In all honesty, the vessel had been a pure coincidence. The human had been all alone in the room, unaware of his surroundings. Motherspore had just taken the opportunity, taking over. Additionally, Motherspore found the clothes the vessel wore to be very fitting. 

The forest haven was only found after the vessel temporarily gained back control, hidden in the deepest recesses of his headspace. Now, the entity (Motherspore) had returned, venturing deeper into the unknown.

Motherspore took in their surroundings once more and smirked. Maybe, they would leave the vessel alone for just a while. 

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Chapter 1

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Chapter 2

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Chapter 3

Part 1

Part 2

Chapter 4

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Epilogue