Michael my Beloved

I can't forgive him, his victims can't forgive him, so i don't want anyone to engage with me if they still support this man.

I am truly heartbroken and i'm sending all my support to Shubble and to Wilbur's (ex-) friends who had to go through his abusive behavior.

Don't listen to his song, or if you do, do it on sites that won't give him money (like youtube reposts for exemples), don't watch his streams or his youtube videos.

The Right Side of the Hermitssippi* (Ren's naming game has been upgraded)

grian: i do

scar: im just following your butt

grian, in a very hushed voice: what do you think

scar: ah,,, it's adequate!

grian: ah. well i know what im going to do tomorrow. squat.

Grift is about ten seconds from giving up on arguing and just kicking Hex in the shins.

aka, 5 times grian and joel tried to hide grian’s death from scar, and the 1 time scar found out. 100 hours desert duo. implied ship.

read on ao3!

1.

Whistling to himself, Scar steps out of his hanging home. He looks over at the area of land that he’s settled in with a proud smile. He’s still a bit surprised that he’s made it to nearly half way of one hundred hours, a feat not even he himself expected. And he’s got quite a bit of work to show for it too! With his amazing nether portal, his farms, his curving tree.

But perhaps the best part of it all is that he’s not alone in this world. He’s with friends. And that makes the experience all the better. Speaking of his friends, it’s been a while since he’s seen them, being down in the mines for so long! Maybe he should pay them a visit?

With newfound energy, Scar hastily runs over to his barrel room and dumps some things into the barrels. He tries as best he can to keep them organized, making sure to put the wood with the wood, and the ores with the ores. Maybe he mixes a berry or two with the gold, but he’ll worry about that later!

drawpiles of the week. Bunch of AUs, lotsa hermits, with a dash of ace attorney

and techno was determined to get that baby back. he's ranboo's son, it was the last thing he wanted so techno did it. but the first few days, he avoids the house. something about a little piglin makes him feel soft and vulnerable and maybe he remembers his parents and being that small. it doesn't stop him from checking on the baby, only from lingering too long.

so michael underscore beloved stares up at him in awe, this hulking figure that saved him twice, brought him back to his dads (even if one seems a little off, a little more like him) and techno covers his face and when he pulls his hands away, michael gives a little laugh. something like 'squeakHeeHeesnork!' techno does it again and he says 'peekaboo' this time and the laugh is louder and michael flaps his hands around the way babies do when their little bodies just don't know what to do with all this happiness.

and when michael covers his face, techno is distraught. 'heh?? where the heck is michael? where did he go? did he get eaten by a bear?' but michael drops his hands, giggling, and techno is so surprised. 'there he is! i can't believe it, this baby has super powers!' phil can hear the squeals of delight all the way from his porch.

now it's not so much that techno lingers, but visits. he denies it every time when phil asks, muttering something about property value and do you know how much damage babies can do, phil?

he disappears and reappears much to michael's never-ending surprise. he feigns defeat when the fearsome warrior, armed with a wooden sword, attacks. 'oh no, he's beatin' me, he's too strong! i can't believe this is how it ends, killed by a baby.' but technoblade never dies and michael is sitting on his chest giggling and trying to take his glasses and maybe techno lets michael wear them once or twice and maybe he gives michael piggyback rides - 'see this is why they call them that,' he says and leaves before tubbo gets back.

and one day he doesn't leave and he stays to awkwardly chat while michael bounces between the two and he pats michael on the head before he goes. and maybe it's the next day or the day after that techno returns to his cabin with michael on his shoulder, tiny, sticky baby hands grabbing techno's hair. and phil shakes his head with a smile and says, 'you're such a damn softie, mate.'