Hewwo Again

pov: god fucking dammit grian

This one is for @hermityslowackyego who’s sitting on my balcony right now and with whom I talked about Scar’s cookies. So yeah. I hurriedly wrote this up for her. Thank her for the content, lol

[Hermitship Fanfiction Masterlist]

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The smell of freshly baked cookies hung in the air as Scar was hurrying to the oven he almost forgot. He should probably let his employees handle the baking, but sometimes he just loved being the one in the kitchen. Especially with his Elven kisses. He felt like they always tasted slightly off when the villagers made them and he couldn’t even tell why. They did have his recipe and the same ingredients after all. And today’s batch just had to be perfect. He did get in a special order after all.

Scar could already feel the heat rising to his cheeks, humming softly to himself to distract his mind from the image it had just conjured up of a certain blonde haired hermit smiling at him while munching on a cookie. It had been a while since they had last met up. Grian had been so busy with his little entity project and Scar had been building the bakery.

Hermits are only allowed to keep a few small things when the season ends.

Unfortunately, Scar can't always take his wheelchair. Yes, his exoskeleton works fine, but it gets uncomfortable after a few hours and he would really prefer to only use it if he has to.

Mumbo had originally designed Scars exoskeleton in season 4, after realizing that the mobility aids he had weren't really fit for someone like Scar, who is all over the place and a simple wheelchair just won't do. But Mumbo wasn't great on the design front and always had to get somebody else to do the seat.

When Mumbo started the wheelchair for season 6, Grian, who was basically attached to Mumbo at the hip, realized that he's a designer and could help Mumbo so he didn't have to find someone else to do the cover. [Thats a fucking nightmare, finding all the hermits in a new world with no maps [and sometimes no elytra] is Mumbos least favorite part of each season. More painful than water getting in his redstone.]

At the beginning of every season since, The two have decided to settle near Scar and as soon as all three of them have a starter base and food, Mumbo and Grian go off to gather their supplies [iron, gold, redstone, wood, paper, slime, honey, and now, copper for Mumbo] [wood, copper, string, slime, honey, wool, cloth, leather, dyes, and rope for Grian] while Scar stays behind with his sketchbook and comes up with ideas for this seasons wheelchair and his base.

Once a week Xisuma goes to markets off world and lets hermits request he get things hard to make at home. X has started going on the second day of the first week to help out our boys because. Needles aren't easy to make and even though Grian always keeps a tin of needles and sewing supplies with him, they get dull and lost over the season. Grian insists on paying, Xisuma doesn't want money, he's happy to help.

Scar enjoys the company, and he couldn't be more grateful for such amazing friends. Its weird, he's not used to being accommodated for and these two are going above and beyond. [Oop projecting]

Grian and Mumbo both have adhd, Grian has autism. Moving seasons is always unpleasant, but building wheelchairs for Scar each season helps them adjust. However, the two get so hyperfocased on the project that they forget about themselves. [This has lead to some wholesome and gay ass moments, such as Scar having to help bathe a very sleepy Grian after he fell asleep in some paint, several cuddle piles, Iskall having to run food over to the base, Pearl being very confused when she watches Mumbo fall face first off Scars season 8 base, and just... soooo many cuddles and goodnight kisses]

Scar has gotten other wheelchairs over the seasons, but he always chooses the one the two made for him. He cherishes everything his friends give him! [Scar, you don't kiss iskall or impulse when they give you a gift, but you do kiss Grian and Mumbo when they give you things,,,,,,,,,,,,,]

I found out about Mari Lwyd not so long time ago - and I fell in love with the concept. Here are some of my Lwyd arts I drew recently! UPD - drew a new Lwyd scene!

[Fanfiction Masterlist] ~*~ Grian looked at the letter in deep thought, lounging on his chair in the Mycelium Resistance Headquarters. Well lounging probably wasn‘t the right word. He was lying on the chair, head hanging down while his legs were propped up against the backrest, the letter held in his outstretched hands upside down so he was able to read it. He had stared at it for a good hour now, reading it again and again, lost in thought. Other members of his team had come and gone, knowing better than to try and take the decision from him, just offering to be there for him no matter what he wanted to do.

The scribbles: