When Grian and Pearl's parents tell them that a family friend's son will be staying with them for a bit after the death of his mum, they have VERY DIFFERENT reactions. Pearl is ecstatic, she remembers him from when they were younger and she absolutely loved him. Anyways, her friends will think she's cool for being friends with someone a year older than her! Grian barely remembers HIM. But he remembers his MUM. And let's just say the impression wasn't the best. And he now thinks that his new 'roommate' will be just like his mum. **art isn't mine, assume that on all my stories**

Worth A Fortune - GoodTimesWithScar x Grian A Desert Duo high school AU DISCLAIMER: Characters, not irl. Obviously. -- 'Fortuna Secondary is a private secondary school based in rural England. It is a school specifically made with demi-humans and hybrids in mind and is notoriously hard to get into without the money to do so.' Elemental elf Scar Goodtimes had recently moved to rural England, a quiet valley home to all kinds of people, from a small forest just outside Texas after an...unsavoury incident. The kind of guy that could get along with anyone, but still would rather just sit by himself with his cat. And there, at his new school, he finally makes real friends, finds things he enjoys, everything finally starts looking up for him. And Fortuna is where he meets the boy who will become the love of his life. A pesky, overly curious, maybe a little messed up avian named Grian, who wants to know everything about everything. They're very opposite people, but at the same time, they just click. They get each other. Opposites attract might not just be a saying after all, huh? -- started writing - 24/09/25 ch.1 published - 05/10/25

A Hermitcraft Hero AU where healer Grian is caught between villains, heroes, Mumbo's overprotective instincts, and far too many cats. ------- Grian shifted on his feet, uncomfortable under the weight of the villain's gaze. They both knew the question hanging between them. Why is a healer here? Healers weren't allowed to live quietly. They were accounted for. Watched. Used. Not serving coffee in a cat café. When Phantom spoke again, his voice was steady in a way it hadn't been before. "I'm in your debt."

Deep within the tangled root systems of the Mycelium Wilds, hidden beneath layers of moss and illusion magic, lies a facility no outsider was ever meant to find. A soft, eerie green glow pulses from the center chamber-originating from two towering bioluminescent tubes filled with strange liquid. Suspended inside are two unconscious figures-non-Hermits. Unknowns. Intruders? Gem guards them the closest, her usually cheerful demeanor replaced by unnerving calm precision as she monitors their vitals and neural patterns on flickering arcane tech. Something about their biology doesn't match anything in the Hermit archives. Their presence here... it doesn't make sense. It shouldn't be possible. Zedaph paces restlessly, muttering hypotheses too wild even for him, his hair faintly crackling with static. Etho, nearly silent, lingers in the shadows-watchful, calculating. He hasn't said who he thinks they are, but something in his posture suggests he already knows. Or worse-recognizes them. And then, one of the tubes flickers. The vitals spike. Gem stares. Because for a single second... the being inside the tube opens one glowing eye-and smiles. Whatever they are, they're waking up. And they're not alone in there.

Vexes and Watchers have always gone hand in hand-though not in harmony. The prevailing legend among the players tells of a twisted bond: Vexes, once majestic creatures of the in-between, reduced to little more than violent, shimmering wraiths-pets, tools, weapons-kept on a short leash by the Watchers. Most say it's abuse cloaked in obedience. Others say it's the only language these winged terrors understand. So, when a newly ascended young Watcher is given two Vexes-his first real assignment-he braces himself. He expects snarling, snapping, eyes glowing with fury and betrayal. He's read the files. Heard the tales from seasoned Watchers who boast about broken wings and conquered spirits. He's even seen footage of rogue Vexes ripping through entire bases in bloodlust. But what he gets... is different. They're small. Smaller than expected. One clings to the corner of the room, wings drooping like torn silk, eyes flickering with dim, uncertain light. The other keeps low to the ground, trembling any time the Watcher so much as breathes too sharply. Neither of them meets his gaze. Neither of them hisses, or screams, or attacks. They're kind. Gentle. One even offers him a fractured flower-where it got it, he doesn't know. They're afraid of him, but not angry. Not volatile. It's not submission... it's survival. And he doesn't understand. He's not used to Vexes being soft. He's not used to being feared like that. And the more he observes them-how they sleep curled up together for comfort, how they flinch at sharp sounds, how they whisper in a language only they know-the more questions bloom. Were the stories wrong? Were the others lying? Or had the Vexes only ever shown their claws because the Watchers never gave them a reason to sheath them? He begins to wonder: are they monsters at all? Or just victims with wings?

This takes place in Empires s2, following the story of our lovely main character who we all know. And as they get lost in an uncertain haze of colours of universes and suffering. Nothing is as it seems. And you will slowly watch as he crawls into a maze of uncertainty and slowly falls into the mess of insanity and slowly going into a villain arc. And as other servers crash into each other, people seeing things they shouldn't. All in a mess of colours. \_/\_~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~_/\_/ Will anything be as it seems again? \_/\_~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~_/\_/ This will be chaos. (COVER ART NOT MINE; IF ITS YOURS SAY AND I WILL CREDIT)

What happens when a bird is caged? Does it fight or take flight? How does Grian find himself in hermitcraft after Evo, and what happens when his past catches up? Grian finds himself battling to keep his secrets, yet the world has a different plan and he finds himself in a terrible situation.

Not my art!! Couldn't find credit:( Scar and Grian get kidnapped and taken to a horrible facility. Their memories are taken away and they're used as experiments. Trans Grian!! Will be getting misgendered in the start/throughout the book because :< Characters not creators!!! There will be a mix of Hermits/Lifers and OCs. But nonetheless SCARIANN TRIGGER WARNING!! • I will try to list the majority Self-harm Abuse (all kinds) Brainwashing Animal death Swearing Violence Bigotedness

grian, a caring Boy broken by the world and not wanting to hurt anyone Scar, a dramatic, Sweet, person who would do anything to make grian happy. Yet, the universe likes to play tricks, Twists and turns in each and every chapter of their lives. Empty voids only eachother can fill.. Will fate lead them to their doom, Or will they forge their own path and create a new ending. Yet, who knew just a basket of fruit left by Xisuma would help them remake their journey into something bigger.

Scar, a prince more at home with a bow and sketchbook than the weight of a crown, leads a life bound by royal expectations. Grian, a half-avian hybrid, survives alone by stealing what he can, navigating a kingdom that fears his wings. When Grian's desperate break-in to the royal palace leads to an unexpected mercy, the two forge an unlikely connection. Through forbidden visits and quiet moments in the shadows, Scar and Grian's friendship blossoms into something deeper---a love neither of them can afford to risk. But with a kingdom built on fear and control, their bond might be the one thing that can set them free---or destroy them both. 📸 by @applestruda on Tumblr • TW: Strong Language, • Total Word Count: --- (Without A/Ns)