Grian only realized that the Square Hole connected to his stomach when Bdubs died in it.Ā He barely had a second to celebrate the trap killing someone before he doubled over at the sudden weight in his middle.Ā The solid form inside his stomach squirmed, Grian practically dropped to the ground, sitting in place, hand on his belly as he realized that Bdubs was inside.Ā It was amazing.Ā Grian just took in the feeling, until eventually Bdubs realized he could just hit ārespawnā to escape.
From there Grian couldnāt help but rebuild the Square Hole, the idea of a belly full of players was just too enticing to leave be.Ā Skizz fell to his death in the trap.Ā Grian was prepared this time, hand resting over his stomach as it suddenly became full, slightly rounded from the small form inside.
āYou can hit respawn whenever.ā Grian assured his new occupant, āBut feel free to stay for a minute.ā
Grian kneaded gently against the skin of his middle, his belly was so comfortably full, he felt so relaxed, almost peaceful.Ā But all good things come to an end, Skizzās muffled apology about having to leave was followed by a quick respawn and an empty stomach.
It was quite a while later when the Square Hole claimed its next kill.Ā Martynās weight quite suddenly settling in Grianās core.Ā Grian gasped as Pearl fell to her death as well, he stumbled in place at the sudden stretch.Ā He wasĀ stuffed.
Pearl squirmed, she and Martyn clearly poking at each other until they found a more comfortable way to curl up.Ā Grian ran a hand over his belly, all heavy and full, he made a soft chirping noise of contentment.Ā But eventually Martyn had to respawn.
āPlease stay, Iāll take over all your chores around the base for today.ā Grian begged Pearl.
She wiggled, hands pressing into his flesh from the inside as she considered.
āĀ Fine.āĀ came her muffled reply.
And then, Gem.
Grian didnāt want his team dying to their own trap, but the feeling of Gem and Pearl as a comforting weight in his gut was worth it this one time in his own opinion.
āTodayās session is almost over anyways,ā Gem started, āJust go to bed, let your bird brain enjoy being full of prey, and then weāll just respawn next session.ā
Grian followed her advice, he felt the two villains snuggle up together inside his stomach, comfortable within his belly.Ā Grian chirped quietly at his middle as he curled up in the lighthouse, he rested his hand against his swollen stomach, and felt the two of them press back.
Those were the last kills the square hole got for quite a while, until the final battle.
Scott was killed, his form settling inside GrianāĀ Scott couldnāt respawn anymoreā
Jimmy died, Grian cheered, the fight continued even as the weight in his stomach increased.Ā Martyn fell, and Grian, feeling ever so greedy, ever soĀ hungry,Ā pushed Gem off into the hole.
He was overfull, Gem joining the other two inside him.Ā His stomach clenched, he ached, he felt over stretched, his stomach churned as if that would somehow help, as if digestion would do any good against the three players currently filling his belly.
He really had thought Martyn was dead, that he was going to hit the ground.Ā He wouldnāt have killed Gem, heĀ shouldnāt have killed Gemā
Grian died to Martynās sword, and then he was floating in the afterlife.
He was still full.
Grian startled as he realized he could feel the squirming forms inside him, his stomach still heavy, still blissfully filled with his friends.Ā He pressed a ghostly hand against his ghostly flesh and felt them squirm, as if trying to force his innards to provide them more space to breathe.
Grian hadnāt even realized Martyn had jumped off anythingāuntil a fourth figure was stuffed inside his poor aching belly.
Grian whimpered, chirping as he tried to massage at his stomach soothingly.
Martyn thrashed, complaining about being stuck, that he thought the magic died with Grianā
Grian curled around himself, a familiar ghost made her way over.
āArenāt you a full little birdy?ā Pearl teased.
Grian chirped mournfully in agreement, but slowly his insides were settling down.Ā And the pleasurable haze of a full stomach began to reamerge.
āGot room for one more?ā she asked as she poked at his middle.
Grian shook his head, but Pearl made sad eyes at him, and he gave in.Ā He opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and felt her ghost shrink and twist and pour down his throat.
Grian practically melted, he was full, he was soĀ full.
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u can always get a pred grian my dude.... i love him so much
gonna go with headcanons if thats ok!
+ definitely a mean pred, but mostly in a teasing or friendly way. he likes to play pranks on his friends by eating them at inopportune times
+ his nom pranks come in two flavors: sudden bird of prey from above (surprise noms!) and the kind where he follows them around for several minutes, taunting them or joking about eating them, and then actually does it
+ will sometimes nom two people without telling the second that there's someone in there already. this has lead to a disgruntled mumbo falling on a damp and now-squished scar many times
+ definitely active, not the kind to take a nap after a meal, and will absolutely run around doing it to everyone he can get
+ this sometimes leads to a stomachache
+ totally worth it though
+ also! protective watcher!grian noms,,,, yea
+ i like watcher!grian's true form being a Lot bigger than his normal form, so the idea of him seeing a threat to his fellow hermits and suddenly being a Towering Being Of Eldritch Sight the size of a skyscraper is good shit
+ in this 'verse, he would nom whichever of his friends are present to protect them from the threat. he wont (and in fact cant) digest them, but theyyyy probably dont know that yet
+ in his true form, with his Sight, he would also be omnisciently aware of their fear, what they're saying, what they look like, etc.... which probably makes scaring his friends that much more painful
Love your fics!
For rq if you are still doing them, what if it plays off the Watcher one. After Grian realizes how good it is to have a player in him. He and Mumbo makes a deal where from time to time Mumbo lets watcher!grian eat him just to feel that high and amazing feelings for awhile
Could always find a way for another reason to happen, like accidental vore. Or Grian getting caught and having to try to explain why he's in watcher form and why he just ate mumbo
yesss!!! this is so good!!! I've been thinking about how to answer your ask, because I definitely want to write your request, and have decided to just bite the bullet and answer before I finish writing it lol!
The idea that mumbo lets Grian eat him again, and then them having to explain that to whoever catches them, A+ will definitely be doing that!!!
Hello, this is a prompt for your HermitCraft safe vore series! Iāve had it bouncing around in my head for a while now, so I have the plot worked out, but Iād love to get your take on it if you decide to write it!
Iād like to see one where the I miss my friend shrine backfires when Mumbo tries to use it on Grian, and instead teleports him right to Grian, who is in the middle of a Watcher meeting that he lied and said was a vacation off-server. Needless to day, Mumbo did not expect to suddenly end up at the feet of an eldritch god with uncountable eyes and wings, and Grian wasnāt expecting his best friend to suddenly appear in the sacred hall of the notoriously apathetic and sometimes Player-hostile Watchers. Heāll have to hide him before anyone else can See him, but the only thing that canāt be Seen is another Watcher, or at least the inside of one.
It's posted on AO3 here! or you can read it below the cut on tumblr
Grian hated Watcher meetings.Ā He didnāt much like being a Watcher in the first place. Ā It was pain, pain and destruction, his eyes being split into a thousand more and his code being turned into something OTHER. Ā But Watchers werenāt always soā¦investedā¦in the lives of Players as they had been in his.Ā Heās only thankful that only he had to go through that pain, that his friends were spared.Ā He never looked into the void, why did it have to look back?
Grian was a Watcher.Ā He was more Watcher than he would ever be Avian or Player.Ā Anymore at least.
But that spark inside of him, that bit of the Universe experiencing itself, that part of him that was more than he was before and less than he was now, could never be ripped out, no matter how hard the Watchers had tried.
So no.Ā Grian didnāt much like being a Watcher, even when the Watchers were doing their actual job instead of tormenting random Players.Ā But being a Watcher came with responsibilities even someone who hadnāt always been a Watcher couldnāt duck out of.
Mumbo knew what Grian was, a fair number of the Hermits knew what Grian was, but only Xisuma knew he still left to do actual Watcher things.
About once every two seasons the Watchers held a grand meeting, some of it had an actual purpose, discussing how updates were affecting servers and the like, but most of it was social.Ā Watchers would brag about the worlds they Watched, the worlds they influenced, which Players they thought had the potential to follow in Grianās footsteps.Ā Theyād gossip about what the Listeners were up to, about admins they liked to torment, about worlds they watched spring from the universe.
And theyād bring food of course.Ā Food such as modded items, bits of partially void-disintegrated code.Ā Maybe new recipes of old favorites, maybe snacks imported from outside of Minecraft by an influential Player, only for a Watcher to snatch it up instead.Ā Theyād bring various entities in various states of living, anywhere from alive, to dead, to permadead.Ā And because they didnāt care much for Players, the most desired of the entities they would bring would be Players.
Sometimes it would be a specific species of Player, a new kind of hybrid, someone who had been legitimately sacrificed to them, other times it would be a Player that managed to catch a Watcherās attention.
Players tended to be brought alive if the Watcher could manage it, specifically so they could be swallowed alive.Ā Grian was told that the squirming was delightful.Ā Grian had pointed out that a non-player that was still alive would also squirm.Ā Various Watchers had scoffed at his arguments, heād bring up things like how he used to be a Player, how he still was a Player, how it was morally wrong.Ā All it would do is make them roll several hundred eyes at him and continue to eat Players.
At least Grian didnāt have to Watch, once they were inside a Watcher, no other Watcher could see them.
So Grian hated Watcher meetings.
Grian skipped them as often as he could, but this one heād been specifically told to show up or else, so heād told Xisuma, and then informed the server he was going on a short vacation.Ā And then he left.
He hadnāt expected to see any Hermits for at least two weeks.
And now here he was, in the Hall of the Watchers, in his Watcher form, with a very human Mumbo staring up at him in confusion from the table right in front of him.Ā And every glowing purple eye was focused on his tiny human friend.
ā¦
Mumbo had found Grianās friend summoning circle, it was hilarious.Ā And, since Grian was on vacationā¦well.Ā Mumbo supposed it was only fair if he tried to summon Grian.
He set up the circle, had a fun time saying silly things Grian would say.
And then he felt actual magic swirling through the air around him before he was abruptly teleported, to, he could only assume, wherever Grian was.
Pants.
Mumbo felt a smooth stone floor beneath his shoes, as the afterimage of the magic faded from his vision he discovered he was standing on a giant stone table, and many giant beings were staring at him with hundreds of eyes.
Mumbo glanced upwards at the nearest being and thankfully recognized the towering creature as Grian in his Watcher form.Ā Mumbo was ever so grateful heād bothered Grian into showing him what it looked like or else heād probably be far more terrified right now.
The wings and the eyes and the towering height were still vaguely horrifying, but because Grian was here, Mumbo wasnāt too worried.
Xelqua, what is the meaning of this interruption?
Did you finally bring food to a meeting?
Thatās a rather dramatic entrance.
Since it showed up on its own I think I should be allowed to eat it no matter what Xelqua says, itās its own fault really.
Grian was silent for a moment, before his Watcher voice rang through the air, rattling inside Mumboās head.
This is not food.Ā He is a Player.Ā He is MINE.Ā None of you will have him.
Surely not!
If youāre not going to eat it donāt keep it all to yourself!
You may be allowed your āfriendsā and āplayerhoodā, but you are not allowed to bring such things here, they are beneath you, and us!
If Iām not allowed to eat himā¦ I will Watch, a Player that can find themselves the way to the Watchersā realm is interesting indeed.
SHUT UP!
Mumbo shivered, hearing Watchers speak made his head hurt and his bones ache, he stumbled as close to Grian as he could manage without falling off the table.
He is MINE.Ā None of you will touch him.
And then giant hands that sprouted feathers and had eyes hovering around them scooped Mumbo up off of the table, lifting him closer to Grianās face.Ā Mumbo let out a startled squeak, but tried not to move, Grian would keep him safe from the other Watchers.Ā Although Mumbo was worried about why Grian was even speaking to them in the first place after what theyād done to him.
Were they threatening his friend?
Mumbo didnāt have time to consider if Grian was in danger because Grian had opened his mouth and dropped Mumbo inside.
Mumbo was frozen for a moment in shock, and then Grian swallowed, sending Mumbo tumbling into his friendās throat.
Mumbo thrashed.Ā He couldnāt piece together what was happening, why was Grian eating him!?Ā Another swallow sent Mumbo further down Grianās throat, now encased on all sides by squeezing muscles.Ā Mumbo wasnāt even wet enough to go down easy, he kept getting stuck to the walls in almost painful ways before another swallow would knock him free and drag him deeper.
Mumbo suddenly hit a wall, which with the next swallow gave way, sending Mumbo falling into a slightly more spacious organ which could only be Grianās stomach.
Oh this wasnāt very good at all.
Mumbo tried to stand up, but there wasnāt really enough space, he did manage to right himself so that he wasnāt sideways.Ā He slumped against one of the plush walls of his container, considering kicking or perhaps punching it.
No, at this point heād already been swallowed into the belly of the beast, he wasnāt getting out from here.
It was strangely quiet inside Grianās belly, only the muffled sounds of his heart beating and his lungs expanding and contracting made it through.Ā The walls were slimy, but soft.Ā The one Mumbo was leaning against pressed in against him for a moment.Ā Mumbo couldnāt help but press back.
His heart ached, uncertain of what Grian was doing.Ā Surely he wouldnāt actually kill Mumbo in such a permanent way?
Mumbo let his head fall backwards, hitting the soft flesh behind him, he closed his eyes, there wasnāt much he could do anyways.Ā Might as well not exhaust himself.
ā¦
Grian knew he had to get Mumbo somewhere the others couldnāt see him, somewhere they would quickly forget about him.
The only available place was unfortunately Grianās stomach.
Swallowing Mumbo was weird, the thrashing feltā¦strange.
And then Mumbo landed in his stomach.
The feeling of a Player in his belly was hard to describe, he felt full in a way food hadnāt truly accomplished since he had been changed.
He pressed a hand against his middle, anxiety spiking when he felt Mumboās rather still form, and then Mumbo pressed back.
It was like a bolt of electricity, it felt incredible to have Mumbo move inside him.
Grian guiltily shoved that knowledge to the back of his head, letting his hand drop, instead trying to focus on the meeting so he could get out as fast as possible and set Mumbo free.
The meeting went by unbearably slowly, all Grian could focus on was the solid weight in his middle.Ā Occasionally Mumbo would move and it would be like fireworks went off in Grianās brain, he felt almost high.Ā Which was not a fun thing to learn, apparently Watchers ate players because it was addicting!!??
Grian tried to pretend this wasnāt happening, but something deep inside his code purred smugly, having finally been fed.
After what felt like ages, each second ticking by at a snailās pace, the meeting was finally over.Ā Usually Grian would stick around to try and rescue any living āsnacksā that hadnāt been eaten yet, or to figure out which servers heād have to warn about possible Watcher interference, but this time Grian couldnāt leave the void fast enough.
He portaled into Hermitcraft, stumbling as he landed in the physical plane in a decidedly non-physical body.
Now all he had to do was get Mumbo out, shift back into his Player form, and explain to Mumbo why he ate him.Ā Then everything would be fine and they could laugh it all off.
He pressed a hand against his stomach, Mumbo reacted, squirming awkwardly, Grian had probably knocked him over.
āYouāre okay, Iām going to get you out.ā Grian said softly in his mortal voice.
He tried to focus on making his body intangible, something technically possible, but not something he did on the regular.Ā It was decidedly the best way to go about this however.
It didnāt work, it was like his body rebelled at the idea of letting its meal out, which was stupid because Grian wasnāt even digesting Mumbo anyways!Ā Grian growled in annoyance, pressing in on his stomach and carefully coughing Mumbo up.
It was uncomfortable, but not actively painful, and once Mumbo was in his mouth, Grian carefully dropped him into his hands before folding himself away into his Player form.
ā¦
Mumbo spent several hours in Grianās stomach, it became clear that Grianās stomach wasnāt going to digest him.Ā Mumbo tried to just stay still and not work himself into an anxiety spiral, but it was difficult.Ā He trusted Grian, he did.
Whenever he moved at all, the stomach wall would clench around him, so Mumbo really did try not to move much.
Suddenly there was movement and the tell-tale feeling of a world portal.
One of the walls squished tightly against him, knocking him over.Ā Mumbo squirmed, trying to stay upright.
āYouāre okay, Iām going to get you out.ā Grianās normal voice said, rumbling loudly through his flesh.
Well, the confirmation was nice.
After several uncomfortable minutes Mumbo was blinking in the sunlight on Hermitcraft instead of being stuck behind walls of soft flesh.
āGrian, mate, whatāā Mumbo started as Grian folded into his normal form.
āSorry, they wanted to eat you and I needed to get you somewhere they couldnāt see youāā Grian started, fidgeting nervously.
āWell, I suppose thatās fine then.ā Mumbo interrupted, āIām more worried about why you were with them.ā
āEven though Iām not a natural Watcher I still have to do the jobs Watchers are supposed to be doingā¦ā Grian mumbled.
Mumbo frowned, āThat sucks.ā he said, before pulling Grian into a hug.Ā The avian melted into it, chirping softly.
āIt does.ā he agreed, āYou arenāt mad I ate you?ā
āMaybe a little annoyed and soggy, but not mad.ā Mumbo assured him.
Grian paused before grabbing Mumbo by the shoulders and leaning back, āWaitā¦YOUāRE BACK!!!ā he exclaimed with glee.
āIām back!ā Mumbo agreed brightly.
Grian cheered before hugging Mumbo tightly again, trying to squish the two of them together so tightly they could never be separated again.
So I know it was an older post but- do you wanna,,, do you wanna share that pred!Grian thought?
see now anon, i would love to, but because my brain is laggier than boatem on a bad day, i forgot it promptly after posting that
BUT! since then i have had a few more pred grian Thoughts, so i'll share some of those <3
- in hermitcraft, he'd be a mischevious pred for sure. the type to nom unexpectedly as a prank. just comin up behind impulse and nomfing him as revenge for a prank he pulled the other day. like this
- i can also see him nomming people to travel long distances on the server, but he'd tease them the whole time. maybe joke like he's not going to let them out. (they know he will, of course)
- this may be a weird thought but he'd also be the type to wait outside someone's base with his face near the ground and, as soon as they come out, open his mouth. some hermits are distracted enough to walk in. some are brave enough to walk in. scar has been both, multiple times
- in last life..... mm. in an au where red names are giants/preds... can you imagine the scene between him and mumbo at the ghast farm? grian would climb up so quickly. a giant clinging to this tiny pole, huge arms pulling him up at the top and grabbing onto the railings. this structure was clearly made for humans. reaching out for mumbo, saying, "there's a way we can still be friends." mumbo stepping back, but he's so tiny compared to the hands that are coming towards him. the way grian might hesitate, might give him an opening to run away, back to the flat part of the farm where he couldn't fit, even without the risk of breaking the farm... instead of the threat of a fall to his death, mumbo faces the threat of being eaten.
(////ok but how tf did they not see a giant joel climbing up there to kill grian)
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Ahhh!!! I love the pred!Grian headcanons!!! It gave me a pred!grian thought too!! (Tho tbh it's more a prey!Mumbo thought?) Mumbo not getting nommed by G as much because he tastes different (potato, carrot, pork instead of his normal Mumbo taste) and that's the reason he wanted to become human so bad,,, cause he missed Grian noms
aww, he just missed being in grian's tum, thats adorable
though, the irony of the prey eating part of the pred to become nommable again... lol
do you think it would turn mumbo into a pred, actually? that would be an interesting effect. eating grian's soul (or maybe just nibbling his finger) just causes him to grow A Lot bigger and become a pred as well. so... still no grian noms :(
but hey! scar is looking pretty tasty down there.... maybe this isnt such a bad thing after all
