#hermitcraft six

[yourlocalavian]

Ariana Griande might be taking the place of Cuteguy as my favorite Grian version..

This gorgeous woman is just too much for me 😔🩷

[djtangerine]

s6 grian was such a girlboss!! that man KNEW his Sahara position was “Eyecandy” and did his damn job!!!!

[jay-me-says]

Grian: *dies*

*cue nonsensical grumbling*

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Hermitcraft secret santa

I got @jukebox-playing-chirp, I chose to draw Poultryman looking after fEDORA and Lisa.

[yourlocalavian]

Ariana Griande ✨️

I found this old drawing from Grian's season 6 persona "Ariana Griande" that I made last year :D

It's alright, I guess. <3

"I'm a-Grian with you 🥰"

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X's new minigame it just him putting his friends through pain and watching as they attempt to kill themselves, knowing it won't work due to the totem of undying. And x insists on watching every time.

Sometimes I think ex isn't the evil one

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Grab the bat by the fangs

Trigger warnings: blood, biting, panic attack (implied)

Grian woke up, he could tell from his clock that it was morning, but he was late. He was late for a meeting with the other Architechs, he had to go the server meeting after that as well. He sighed, climbing out of bed and placing his amulet around his neck before drawing the curtains. He winced at the sun's rays hitting his face, sure his amulet stopped him from turning to dust but that doesn't mean he likes the sun. He opened his locked chest, pulling out a bottle of blood- he didn't have time to brew a pot of tea so he just grabbed the bottle, changed into his suit and left.

He drank the last of the blood as he swung around the corner and into the meeting room, rushing to his chair. "Sorry I'm late guys, I slept in."

"Obviously." Mumbo shook his head in amusement, adjusting his book and beginning the meeting. It went well, there were a lot less laughs as Grian was still half awake and the other two were a little stressed with having to manage this meeting around the server one. But the meeting went well, Mumbo did notice that Grian didn't have his first thing in the morning tea but didn't really think too much of it.

Iskall didn't think much of anything really, he was still half asleep- mostly because he hadn't slept at all last night. But the universe seemed determined to give him something to think about as a small glass bottle rolled up to his feet, there it layed, under the table- seemingly taunting him as he stared at him. Those little red droplets, what where they? Instant health? No, too dark. Harming? Yeah, it had to be harming, it was the right shade of red. But that simply raised more questions- why was there an empty bottle of harming in the Sahara meeting room? Had one of his friends been drinking it? If so, why? Iskall looked at both of them, he couldn't see any signs of them being under the effects of a potion. He bent down to pick it up and cringed- he touched on of the droplets- and it was warm. He had to choke down some zomit as he looked at it.

Mumbo noticed and was a little concerned- what on earth had caused Iskall to react like that? He held up a hand- motioning for Grian to stop talking. "Iskall? Are you alright there man?"

Iskall looked at him, his expression unreadable for a moment. He placed the bottle on the table, letting the other two see it. "Who's is this?"

The other two stare at it, Grian's expression was utterly unreadable but Mumbo's was confused and warey. "What...what is that? A potion?" He grabbed the bottle and examined it.

Iskall shook his head. "Can't be, it's warm." He saw Mumbo's disgusted reaction to the substance and nodded. "Exactly."

Mumbo cringed, he didn't know potions but seeing this close up- it clearly wasn't a potion. Mumbo knew that redstone couldn't come as a liquid and you can't bottle lava. Which left only one thing it could be- Mumbo took on a look of horror as he looked between Grian and Iskall. "Is...is this blood?"

Grian stayed deathly still, observing his friends disgusted reactions to his breakfast- his anxiety growing as they questioned how an empty bottle of blood got there and who'd drank from it. He quickly put a hand to his mouth to check if there were any drops of blood on his mouth, there weren't but he quickly realised that he shouldn't have done that.

Mumbo had seen it, seen how stock still Grian had been, sensed the fear emanating off of his friend and he'd seen Grian check his mouth- clearly checking for remnants of the substance. He calmly put the bottle down and gazed towards Grian passively. "Grian? Do you know how this bottle got here?"

Iskall looked over, having not seen Grian's reaction to the bottle but clearly now seeing the panic displayed on the blondes face. Grian had missed a bit, a little droplet remained on his lip- a droplet he quickly licked up. Iskall had seen this and there wasn't a doubt in his mind that this little glass bottle belonged to his tiny friend. "What was in it, Grian? What was in the bottle?"

Grian gulped, terrified of what they'd say if he told them- if he told them what he was. He buffered, trying to come up with an appropriate response. There was no point in hiding it now so denying it was out of the window- maybe he could come clean? No that would most likely end in his death. He rapped his fingers on the table, pushing a strand of hair put of his eyes. "My breakfast- I didn't have time to put it in my tea so I thought it'd be fine..." He chuckled nervously, feeling himself teetering off the edge.

Mumbo sighed, happy to leave it at that and forget about it but Iskall wasn't that kind of guy. "Yeah, but what is it?" He narrowed his eyes, it was ridiculously obvious to him that Grian was hiding something- he wanted to know what.

Grian hung his head, he really didn't want to tell them but he feared that if this continued he might end up showing them- whether by being sick of genuinely snapping, he wasn't sure which. He resolved to just ignore them until they gave up, it couldn't take that long.

"Grian..." Mumbo attempted to reason with him, sensing the panic. "It's ok, we ju-"

"Tell us." Iskall stood up, walking over to where Grian was sat- standing beside the chair, his hands behind his back. "Tell us what was in the bottle, Grian. We just want to know." He stared Grian down- failing to see Grian's clear panic, he continued to press the matter. He used a firm, curious but still friendly tone with Grian- unfortunately Grian didn't catch on to the friendly part.

His breathing quickened- he didn't need to breathe but it was a coping mechanism, something that was really required right now. If he had a pulse then it would have been in his ears, not literally of course but Grian was never sure. His eyes were wide and he was trying his best not to panic; what if they'd hate him? What if they tried to kill him? What if they told Xisuma and he had Grian banned? What if they locked him up? What if they exiled him? These thoughts ran through Grian's head at lightning speed, he was at the mercy of his anxiety. Iskall was baring down on him with the questions, Grian glanced to Mumbo- begging for a way out. But Mumbo was just as curious as Iskall.

Grian was shaking at this point, he had no idea how to deal with curious humans- the only human-vampire interactions he was aware of didn't exactly end well. So he was scared, he didn't want to scare nor hurt them but Iskall was baring down on him. Question after question flew at Grian, he felt like covering his ears and screaming but he couldn't move a single muscle.

Iskall get annoyed and grabbed Grian's shoulder. "Dude! Answer me!"

Something in Grian snapped.

He rose from his seat, eyes as red as the contents of his bottle and ten times as bright. He reached up and grabbed Iskall's shoulder- clearly not with it- and pulled the swede down, plunging his fangs into his neck. He might of just had his breakfast but animal blood was nothing in comparison to the syrupy sweet crimson nectar of a human's blood. If it wasn't for his grips of iron on his victims shoulder then his knees would've give way- they felt weak as they were. Grian continued to sukle on the neck of his best friend- unable to stop himself. Iskall might have been strong but he was nothing to a vampire on a blood high, Grian feared that he'd end up draining poor Iskall if no one stopped him.

Mumbo had panicked and sent a message to Xisuma as soon as Grian had stood up, panicked and looking on with increasing worry. Luckily it didn't take long for X to arrive, he strode into the building- only to be ran into by Mumbo rushing down the stairs. "X! You have to help! I-"

"Woah, woah, woah, calm down Mumbo, what's going on? Explain calmly please."

"I think...I think Iskall might die!"

Xisuma's widened- he runs straight up to the meeting room, skidding around the corner and into the room. Seeing the scene before him, he gasped, not waiting to ask what was happening. Without hesitation, he ran straight at the duo- picking Grian up and forcefully pulling him from Iskall, who instantly fell to his knees. X put Grian down, holding him by his shoulders. "What the HELL was that?"

Grian blinked up at him with wide eyes, he didn't understand what X was saying. All he knew was that this strange smelling man had just interrupted his feed- that was unforgivable.

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Painting Iskall red

Iskall had just arrived for an Architech meeting, when he got there he saw Mumbo and Grian standing there. Both of them in suits with their hands behind their back, frowning. He'd never seen them looking so serious and it scared him, how on earth did Grian look so scary? He gulped and landed in front of them, hand on the back of his neck. "H-hey guys..." Mumbo sighed and glanced at Grian who stepped forwards and put a hand on Iskalls back. "Iskall. I want you to take a look around at Sahara, what colours do you see?"

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"Uhh..." He looked over at the sea of white, grey and unsaturated teal. He listed these colours to the duo and they nodded grimly, Mumbo gestured to himself and Grian. "And what colours do we wear?" Iskall looked at the two of them, he looked at Grians ruby red suit and Mumbo's little crimson tie. "...mostly red..?" He gulped out of reflex when Grian chuckled darkly, the shadows hiding the blondes eyes from view. "Well done Iskall, now I only have one more itsie-bitise question for you..." He stepped back into the sunlight and cracked a smirk. "...what colours are you wearing?"

Iskall took a step back, he was utterly freaked out at this point. He looked down at this own suit and his heart sank, he looked up at them with his eyes wide. "B-bright...bright green..." He stared at them as Mumbo quietly excused himself to stand behind the lawn centre piece. Grians eyes sparkled and he gave a slightly off pitch laugh, taking another step towards Iskall and grabbing him by the tie. "Well you know what we have to do don't you?" He pulled Iskall closer and whispered in his ear. "We're gonna have to paint you red aren't we~?" Iskall squeaked in pure terror and broke free of the smaller males grasp, backing away and tripping up. He landing on his ass and instinctively went to shield his face, shuddering. "D-Do-!"

Suddenly Grian broke into a fit of laughter as Mumbo came from behind the A, chuckling. "I think you were a bit to hard on him there Grian, look at him, he's terrified." He ravenette helped Iskall back up with a smile, seemingly proud of himself. "Was I scary though Iskall? Grian's been giving me acting lessons." He stated proudly, glancing at Grian with a smile. Iskall glared at them, a little smile riding on his face. "I hate you guys..." He chuckled and grabbed Grian in a headlock, ruffling his hair. "You scared the hell out of me you little bastard! And yeah Mumbo, you were a little scary too." He chuckled at Mumbo's smile at that as Grian tried to escape the headlock. "Iemmie go!" He squeaked and squirmed in an attempt to escape the swedes grasp, Iskall chuckle and dropped him. "Should have though about that before scaring me like that idiot!" He grinned at Grian as the blonde pouted at him.

Mumbo patted Iskall on the back and adjusted his tie for him. "There is a reason we asked you to come though Iskall, not just so Grian can make you wet yourself." The duo chuckled as Grian hopped back over. "Oh yeah! We weren't joking about the colour stuff, you do need a better suit." Iskall looked down at his suit and shrugged, he quite liked his suit but he understood where they were coming from. He sighed and nodded. "Fine, where do we start?"

Grian giggled and grabbed his arm, pulling him inside the Sahara building. "Makeover time!!" Mumbo followed to duo, chuckling at Iskall as he was dragged along. They reached the board room and Grian let go of Iskalls arm, rumaging through a chest looking for something. "Mumbo did you bring the tv?" Mumbo nodded, pulling out an old fashioned tv set and beginning to set it up. "Yep, Stress let us borrow it for the day. I've got to give it back tomorrow though, so what're we watching?" He turned to look at Grian as the blonde pulled out a dvd with a smile. "Mary Poppins! The classic one!" He giggled and handing the disc to Mumbo then going through the chest again, pulling out some cucumber slices and face masks. "Are you ready? Hold still so I can get this on your face."

Iskall just blinked at him, sitting on a chair as Grian began to coat his fave with the green goop. "Is...is this iskallium? Are you covering my face in iskallum?" Grian hissed at him as he kept working. "Keep your face still! Yes it's slime but it's mixed with a regen' potion, I found it does wonders for the skin." Iskall raised an eyebrow and earned a glare and squeak of indignation from Grian as he coated the swedes face in the mixture. Soon enough all three of them had green faces and cucumber on their eyes, Grian had realised that the movie was redundant without the use of their eyes so he put on music instead. They all lay back and relaxed, listening to the calming music until they heard a telltale crunch. "Grian! Don't eat the cucumbers!" Mumbo removed his own cucumbers to look at the blonde as he snacked on the cucumbers that were supposed to be on his eyes. "But they're so crunchyyyyy!" Grian whined back in response, grabbing one of the spare slices. Iskall realised that the masks had dried enough to let them talk and remove his own singular cucumber slice, handing it to Grian.

"So this feels pretty weird on my face, what are we doing next?" He was rather curious as to how this would roll back around to his suit but he didn't get his answer quite yet as Grians eyes lit up excitedly. "Nail painting! Let's paint each others nails!" Mumbo raised an eyebrow, looking at his nail which were dyed red from all the redstone he used. "Ok then...what colours do you have?" Grian opened up his chest again and began digging through it. "I have red and black for you, maybe a fade? Gold for me because I'm just that classy and Iskall can have some green with a red glitter piece!" He got the bottles out as he said this, laying them out in a little line. Mumbo grabbed one and began to paint Iskalls nails for him as Grian worked on the other hand, it took them a little while as Iskall had the shakes and Mumbo kept messing up. Grian was surprisingly just as intricate at painting nails as he was at building, unlike his drawing 'skill'. Soon enough they were all done and Grian was applying pearlx powder to his nails to make them shimmer.

Next Mumbo helped Grian but his hair in rollers while Iskall gelled Mumbo's hair for him, Grian attempted to style Iskalls hair for him and found something. "Oh my lord! You've got a little ringlet Iskall!" Iskall shrugged, not really caring. "Yep, is that a bad thing?" Mumbo chuckled at Grians face and patted him on the back. "Grian, I don't think Iskall wants his hair to be all ringlets." Grian pouted them and crossed his arms. "Fine, how about we just unmatt your hair then? All you do is put gel in it, it looks like it's never seen a brush." "Or a comb." Mumbo added, passing Grian the two utensils he needed. Grian thanked him and got to work, brushing all of the knots from Iskalls hair and cutting out the more impossible matts. Iskall squirmed and squealed at the pain of the hair-pulling, not used to this feeling. "Gahh! Stop iiit! That hurt!" "Oh man up Iskall you big baby, I'm helping you out here." Grian chuckled and began using the comb, wetting it first so it would slide through the knots easier. He curled Iskalls hair down at the bottom and made it softer then it had ever been before then he gelled the top back. Iskall marveled in how much better he looked now, touching it gently. "It's so soft..." He turned to look at the other two with wide eyes and a tiny smile. "It's amazing...So soft and silky...I've never felt it so soft before..." Grian chuckles and slaps him on the back, grinning at him. "That's what happens when you brush your hair buddy." Mumbo nodded in agreement and pulled out a shirt from the chest, it was a beautiful light green, so light it was almost white. He held it out and Iskall slipped it on and let Grian do his buttons for him. The blonde hummed in thought and tilted his head whilst looking at Iskall curiously. "Mumbo..?" "Yep?" "Grab the grey one."

Mumbo pulled out a dark grey jacket and helped Iskall into it with a smile. Iskall adjusted it and looked down at it, trying to decide whether he liked it or not. Grian suddenly grabbed it and fastened it for him with a little hidden zip. "Just in case you struggle with buttons!" He giggled and bopped Iskall on the nose, the swede wrinkled his nose and glares down at the blonde. "I'm no simplton Grian." "Are you ssuuuuurree?" Iskall thumped the shorter on the head, earning a squeak and some pouting. Mumbo checked their snack situation and them left to go and get more tea and biscuits for them. Grian then rumaged through the chest once more, turning to Iskall with a smile. "What's your favorite shade of red? I'm thinking mauld wine but maybe you want something a little more muted?" Iskall blinked at him in confusion, not realising there was more then two shades of red. Grian sighed and pulled out three different bits of fabric and showed Iskall. "Purplish red, activated redstone red or deactivated redstone red?"

Iskall hummed in thought and looked over the fabric colours, he could see that there where other colours still in the box but trusted that Grian knew more about fashion then he did. "Uhmm...deactivated?" Grian nodded approvingly and grabbed the fabric skipping over to tie it around the swede's neck, tying it neatly in a little bow under his collar. He patted the bow and examined his handiwork proudly. "Well you look so much better now but you're missing something...OH! I know!" Grian rushed over to the chest for the last time and pulled out an even smaller box, rumaging through that. "Close your eyes would you Iskall?"

Iskall did as he's told and felt Grian wiping and padding something on his face then adding some other things. He felt something super soft stroke his cheeks gently and a stick scrap along the contours of his eyes and a nothing one around his lips, he squeaked at the feeling of his eyebrows being plucked and tided up. When Grian allowed him he opened his eyes to see his own face in the mirror, he didn't have a single blemish on his face and no bags under his eyes even when they were eventuated like that. His lips actually showed under his beard and he didn't look quite as much of a washed up savage. Grian suddenly began to use a little comb to tidy up Iskalls beards for him too, applying only a little gel to get the disired effect. Iskall had to say that Grian was doing a fantastic job, rather impressive for the little goblin child that couldn't even draw. He marveled at himself in the mirror once again and had to complement Grian on his skills. Iskall felt that he looked so much better and his hair felt so very soft and silky.

When Mumbo returned, Grian showed off his handiwork proudly and Mumbo nodded at Iskall's new look approvingly. "Well he does look much better...but I think he's missing something." Both boys were utterly shocked at this and so confused, they were under the impression that Iskall had been perfected and couldn't fathom what else he needed. "What is he missing then?" Grian asked Mumbo, curiosity to the brink. Mumbo sighed, shaking his head in amusement as he gestured towards Iskall. "His trousers Grian, he's not wearing any trousers." "Ohhhh!" Grian tossed a pair of pants at Iskall as he and Mumbo went to get dressed themselves. After they where done they took a photo, looking at it Iskall could see that he looked so much better standing next to his friends then he did before. He smiled, adjusting his suit and stepping out into the light of dawn. He shielded his eyes from the light and looked out over the sunrise, they'd been up all night it seemed. He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, it didn't matter to him, today was going to be a good day.