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Does the Lil lamb squeak?
only if you put her down for too long and she's awake enough to be aware of that betrayal. needless to say, Savan almost constantly ends up holding her.
she also makes normal lamb noises (this is not to actual scale)
bonus
and meme
*gives you T*
[You take the bottle of testosterone and set on your side table.]
>"Thank you.."
Tiny problem - P2
Summary: The hermits has an emergency meeting while Scar and Grian trying to calm the crying Scar-ling. (Wow would you look at that, it’s only p2 and we are having a filler chapter. Daily dose of mini hermits, Self-indulgent af, be careful.)
Relationship: Friendship!
Character: BDoubleO100, Docm77, FalseSymmetry, GeminiTay, Grian, ImpulseSV, Keralis, MumboJumbo, PearlescentMoom, Renthedog, GoodTimeWithScar, Xisumavoid, Zedaph, ZomebieCleo
Notes: This is strictly about their MC personas, DO NOT take this seriously, DO NOT harass them with these works. Don’t re-post. (Reblog are welcome!)
P1 (Recommend reading part one first.)
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“So what you are saying is that if we die, we have a child.” Doc says with one eyebrow raised, “How does that work? And why?”
“You skipped a lot of details, but yeah. Couldn’t sum it up better myself.” Xisuma tap on something in front of him and gestures the spawn area around them, “As you guys can see, the server is very laggy lately. I think the amount of information it processed broke something, but I can’t pinpoint what exactly went wrong.” Xisuma stops at that. Everyone is quietly waiting for him to go on, except for Mumbo, shuffling his feet on the ground and holding the egg like it’s a bomb. “I may need some time, so before I figure out what’s wrong, I need you guys to stay safe and don’t die.”
“Do we wrap Scar in bubble wraps?” Bdubs asks.
“But for how long? That’s a bit inhumane.” Ren says hesitantly.
“No, Ren,” False state, “I don’t think Bdubs actually meant it.”
“Ooo I mean it! With my whole heart!”
“Peeps, live as normal as possible is the goal, and wrapping Scar up isn’t really a realistic thing to do.” Xisuma reasons. He is still searching franticly in his communicator.
“I don’t understand, where does the child come from?”
“Zedaph, you see, when two people are in love-”
“NO REN, I swear to- you are doing this on purpose!” False yells.
Xisuma is very used to this, so he just continues: “When we die, normally there’s a head drop, right? But I...” Xisuma saw something in his communicator and frowns, “The egg Mumbo is holding right now was with his inventory drops when he went to get them. And the same thing happened to Scar, and that one has hatched already. Now you have one too, Zedaph.”
Zedaph observe the egg in his hands, “Instead of head drop, now we get eggs? And they hatch?” Xisuma nods. “Fascinating. So cool...”
“This the opposite of cool,” Cleo mumbles, “No one here knows a thing about taking care of a child, how is this cool? It’s a disaster, I tell you.”
A shriek comes out from Mumbo. Everyone turns to look at him. The egg in his hand glows so bright it’s hard to see what happens. A loud sound of something cracking-
“Oh my word.” Mumbo utters.
“Oh my word.” The little boy in Mumbo’s hand mimics, staring Mumbo with wide eyes. He’s in a suit (of course he is in a suit), and it looks ridiculous.
“That’s so weird...” Keralis is in awe, walking towards Mumbo to get a good look.
“I think we should plan for a supporting system.” Gem suggest. “A nursery, maybe?”
“Yeah, even if we are careful, there will still be accidents. Prepare ahead is a good idea, I am on board!” Ren pipes up.
“Then we take turns talking care of the nursery?” Pearl asks.
“Yeah! That’s a good idea!” Gem bumps Pearls shoulder and turn towards Xisuma. “X, should we vote?”
And everyone agrees. Gem is the one responsible for the construction of the build, since this is her idea.
“Brilliant. I will try my best to fix it as quick as possible.” Xisuma close his communicator. “For now, please stay safe, guys.” And the meeting ends.
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GoodTimeWithScar had never been this afraid in his life. Welp, he’s- nervous, probably, so it’s not afraid. But the bubbly feeling in his chest does feel like afraid to him. He need his baby Yoda, which- he left the baby Yoda at season 7. His Baby Yoda was so small and cute and such an adorable gremlin-
The little Scar-ling- that’s what Scar decide to call him- haven’t stop crying and whatever Scar does the tears just keeps rolling. Scar just realizes, maybe not- not baby Yoda, perhaps. Because baby Yoda is also a child. He really can’t deal with another child-egg-thing (that could actually hatch-) right now.
“Are you doing okay, Scar? X told me I should help you.” Grian walks though the door and greets Scar.
“Grian! Oh my gosh, yes, the kid haven't stop crying! What do I do?”
Grian looks like he doesn’t know, either. “I think you, er...” He reaches his hands out to adjust Scar’s posture. “Does this feel right? I think you were holding him wrong, you should make sure your one hand is under him-” The Scar-ling suddenly cries harder. Grian looks like he is totally freaking out now. “I- I don't know! Scar, what do we do?!”
“Uh, hush little baby, don’t-” Scar tries to sing a lullaby. Doesn’t work. The Scar-ling now looks like he’s hyperventilating. “Ahh!” Scar panics and shoves the child into Grian’s arms.
“Scar! What-”
“He- I panicked!”
Grian gives him a frantic look, and start to rock the child, “Rain, rain, go away, come again another day,” Grian sings gently and let the Scar-ling’s head rest on his shoulder. “Little Jonny wants to play...” He pat the child’s back with carefulness, and keep singing in a silent voice.
Scar is...strangely mesmerized, watching intently as the child gradually calms down, and he smiles. He tries to catch Grian’s eyes. Grian raise his gaze and gives Scar a questioning look, but his singing continues.
After a while, “Scar, is he asleep?”
Scar checks Scar-ling’s face. “Yeah.”
“Good, my arms are sore.” He passes back the child to Scar very carefully.
Xisuma peeks in, “Hi, Grian, Scar, the meeting’s over. Is everything alright? Sorry I had to exclude you guys, but I was worried little Scar would be overwhelmed by the people there. ”
“It’s fine. The little guy is asleep.” Grian straighten his back and massage his upper arm, “How did the meeting go?”
“We decided to build a nursery, Gem is in charge of it.”
“Oh, okay.”
“And Mumbo’s egg hatched, by the way.”
“It hatched?”
“Yeah, I think I am a father, now, Grian.” Mumbo walks in with the little Mumbo sitting on his shoulder. “This is so surreal. Ah- My hair!”
“Hey, how come your youngling are so quiet? Mine was crying the whole time until-”
“Scar, lower your voice, you are going to wake him up!”
“Well look at you two, fight like a married couple.” Mumbo quips. Grian is having none of it, “Mumbo Jumbo, you better watch out for your copper. Or the door of your vault, ‘cuz something will happen to them, I promise.” Mumbo looks alert, trying to come up with a response.
“I am really sorry, I will fix this as quick as possible.” Xisuma says dejectedly.
Scar was going to comfort Xisuma when the little Mumbo on Mumbo’s shoulder jump down onto Xisuma’s helmet, slides down and block Xisuma’s face. “Ah-!” Mumbo yelps, trying to grab the child. Xisuma gets very still.
“Don’t be sad.” It sounds small and high-pitched. The little Mumbo hugs Xisuma’s helmet.
“Aww, he is comforting you!” Scar melts.
“...Thank you, little one.” Xisuma gently grabs the child and put him on the ground. He gives the little Mumbo a pat on the head. “You guys take care okay? I should start fixing this right away, I will see you guys later.” Xisuma walks out of the door at that before Scar can say a word.
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There’s a silence after Xisuma walks out. Then Scar remembers: “Wait- What? Mumbo, your youngling can talk?!”
“Youngling? Oh, um, yeah, yours can’t?”
The Scar-ling wakes up to the shouting. He look at Scar for one second and starts to cry, reaching for Grian.
“Scar! What did I tell you?!” Grian chastises Scar and takes the child with a almost practiced manner. rocking the child with quiet murmur. The Scarling’s cry turns into sniffling in mere seconds.
“How- Grian, how are you so good at this?! You have only hold him once!”
“Shh, Scar, you are scaring him!” Mumbo whispers. Oh he is doing this to irritate him.
Scar thinks to himself, this is nonsense, I am so offended. But the smile still creep up on his face anyway.
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Previous - P2 - Next
what is this
While writing this, I did some research, and I got inspired so much by @theminecraftbee. Poor Jevin, I can’t help but laugh and feel bad for him at the same time. (Also if you see this, thank you so much! High chance that I saw Jevin’s egg disaster and got inspired and started the story without realizing it was you! Wait- is this allowed? Tell me if not!)
Anyway, I grind out part two! To be honest, not really satisfied with this, but I can’t think of anything better for this scene at the moment. I may revisit this and make some changes in the future, but for now, this works.
Did I mention that in the previous part, hermits couldn’t stop calling Scarling ‘it’? I personally find it very funny, because they are just so unfamiliar with children they call a child ‘it’ thought it’s weird since it was written by me who finds their own joke funny it’s cringe. I also hesitated over whether or not to post this for a while. Welp. Imma just roll with it like a irresponsible failure that I am and how is my note longer than my fic
But seriously, thank you guys so much for the likes and reblog! I read every tags and comments in the previous part, and I am overwhelmed with the responds it got. 200 notes! That’s so surreal to me. Thank you!!! Feel free to point out spelling mistakes and weird phrases and whatever, I really need it ;-;
(Also there are some people that mentioned Zedaph’s ‘too lat’, glad you guys like it!)
edit 5/18: omg how could I forget the bubble wrap idea came from @pixie-mage’s comment on the last part! Thank you sm my friend!!
Give the silly critter a party hat i beg
It was a little too big at first so they reclaimed the materials and made her a smaller one. She loves it, and plays with the danglies
Welcome to Spots and Blood!
this is a blog for a COTL au worked on by @donatellokinnersinner and @lucatea
The Lamb is a young cult leader, new to her role, named Inez. she has a deep connection with her cult and a deep bitterness inside her towards the bishops that took everything from her. she grows fond of a maine coon cultist named Sydney, and takes care of Jalala and Yarlen like they're her own (no shipping them in this one).
the Goat, Savan, has already finished with his cult. the result isn't known, just that he doesn't want to go back to his world and is finding peace and family with Inez and her cult. he won't admit he's adopted webber and two orphaned ferrets he named Jewel and Kenner out loud.
they learn from each other, they fight for each other, and they grow together.
feel free to ask anything!! drawing requests, lore dumps, or whatever else your heart desires!!! the tags on this post include characters, art, fic updates, asks, and more!!!
Spots and Blood
fanfic link for part 1
a young cult leader lamb pulls a broody goat out of a pond. they find they have more in common than they thought at first glance.
Vessels of Life and Death
fanfic link for part 2
with Narinder subdued, Inez and Savan are given a new task... free the bishops from purgatory.
other links below
Can I give the baby a rubber bell toy? (Not metal... to dangerous for da baby.)
Sadly, she prefers the sounds of the metal ones, this one sounds very wrong.
And she has a metal bell toy on herself, it's how they find her when she crawls off.
Tiny lamb is adorable. Da baby. So innocent.
She has done no wrong ever in her life
Y'all are more than welcome to interact, if you wanna ask to hold or play or gift da baby things.
Tiny Problem - P3
Summary: After seeing the hermits interacted with their younglings, Grian wants something he couldn’t name. (This fic is now officially not posted in a chronicle order. Daily dose of mini hermits, folks. Self-indulgent as ever.)
Character: Grian, Mumbo Jumbo, and a mini hermit.
Relationship: Friendship!
Note: This is strictly about their MC personas, DO NOT take this seriously! Do not harass them with these work.
P1 | P2
P3 - Grian’s dismay
A lot of the hermits already has their younglings, and Grian, while feeling relief, is also a tad jealous. Don't get he wrong, he is grateful for the fact that he doesn’t have to worried about little gremlins at his tail (look at Pearl, she is losing her mind-), but deep down, his heart yearns for...something. Something Grian couldn’t name.
And the day his yearning being fulfilled is a very, very strange one.
He and Mumbo had been arguing, because apparently, Mumbo’s vault was not big enough, and that made his base looked ridiculous. Grian is generally chill with these things; he respects other’s opinion, and he likes variety to be honest. He didn’t even care about the size of Mumbo’s vault. But that day had been a bad day; Grian burnt his tools in the villager trading system, and he accidentally put mending on his iron pickaxe and iron sword. It was a total disaster. Later that day, Mumbo joked about how Grian’s base looked like Humpty Dumpty, especially compared to his vault. Grian didn't even understand what that meant. The fires that had been burning him turned to a flame, the next thing he knew, he was shouting at Mumbo.
Mumbo was taken aback, and generally he backs down or tries to defuse the situation, but he didn't back down this time. After regaining his posture, he started to accuse Grian for being inconsiderate.
The shouting went on for five minutes before Grian chocked on a raw emotion and went silence. His lips pressed together in a thin line, and he silently took out his rockets and flew off with more force than necessary, ready to get as far as possible from this argument.
And he hit the frame of his portal.
<Grian experienced kinetic energy>
Of course I had to flew into something, he thought bitterly.
Although Mumbo was still a little sore about their quarrel, he still went to get Grian’s stuff. Grian, while sulking his whole way back, was still grateful for that.
“Thanks.” He muttered when Mumbo handed his elytra.
Mumbo didn’t respond. Grian considered apologizing, but his pride and stubbornness stopped him from doing that. Welp, time to escape this conversation then.
“Grian,” Mumbo started. Grian halted. “Yeah?”
“Are those -are those all of your stuff? No, uh- Grian, did you pick up the egg?”
“The egg? What egg?” Grian looked at Mumbo with a confused expression.
“The one that will hatch!” Mumbo’s pitch went very high.
“....oh no.”
“We have to find it before it hatches!”
“Okay- okay! Right- where do we look first? Under the portal or- wait, no, NO- did it-”
Mumbo’s eyes were suddenly very big.
“-Is it in the NETHER?!”
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You know what’s funny? Grian can’t even recognize the little Grian without staring at it for five entire seconds. Wait, no, scratch that. The little Griande.
Yep. That’s a little Ariana Griande. Grian feels like a headache is coming.
He and Mumbo had searched the nether for twenty minutes before they came back to the overworld because of the heat. And when Grian went back through the portal, a loud crack emitted from somewhere below the nether bridge. Grian rushed towards the edge of the bridge just in time to see the egg hatched by the lava, and Grian bit back a scream as the Grian-ling fell back on his rear, away from the lava pool.
And that's the story how Grian became a parent. He argued with his best friend, he lost his youngling in the nether, and now he is sitting outside of Mumbo’s vault, watching Ariana who sits on Mumbo’s shoulder, her hands grabbing Mumbo’s perfectly combed hair, and this is the only thing Grian enjoys today.
“Grian- help! Ahh! She is going to pluck my hair off!”
“After I successfully took your mustache away, I guess it’s time for your hair to go as well.” Grian says, with the most innocuous voice he always throws at Mumbo. Mumbo huffs.
“Grian, seriously! She- Ahh!”
“No talking, handsome.” She speaks with as much authority as a little girl can muster.
“WHAT?!”
Grian looks away quickly with his face warm, trying to pretend he didn’t just hear that. Okay, so maybe back when he made her up, he had some back stories for her. So what? Ariana is a charming, charismatic super star, even when she’s little, okay? Deal with it.
And to Grian’s absolute delight, it’s apparently Mumbo’s problem at the moment.
“Why aren’t you the one holding her?!”
“I wouldn’t say that’s ‘holding’, you know-”
“Grian!”
“She likes you better somehow. Can you blame me?”
“YES! She is supposed to be like you!”
“I mean apparently she’s got a hold of you.”
Mumbo is grumbling now. Ariana smirks at that, and that very moment, Grian is strangely, strangely proud of his little youngling...
...Oh.
So this is the feeling Grian had been looking for.
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“Hey, we should introduce her to Jumbo and make them playmates!” Grian prompts excitedly.
“No, are you joking? They are going to blow up the whole server!”
“What? Ptff, no, they won’t.”
“Yes they will.”
“As if I won’t.”
“As if- Grian, please stop giving them idea.”
“I am being educated.” Griande says, matter-of-factly. She is still on Mumbo’s shoulder, but she had let go of his hair.
Mumbo groans, but doesn’t protest any further. Grian smiles.
“Sorry I yelled at you.”
Mumbo quietly laughs, “Me too. Are we even?”
“Yeah.”
Bathing in the sunlight with his best friend and his youngling beside him, Grian feels very, very warm.
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“Oh, look, she fell asleep.”
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Next (not yet)
Notes: Thank you guys for reading, as always, feel free to point mistakes out! The tense in this part is extremely messy, and believe me if I say I tried. It’s like a math test to me at this point. Tell me if something’s confusing, cuz I sure am confused, and tell me if everything is alright, too! I can’t believe I actually finished this.
this fic is getting sappier by the second
