Don’t Mind Me, Just Rewatching Season 7

I cannot praise Fit enough. He managed to to present us a complete (and emotionally devastating) story over the past year with all odds stacked against him, so many distractions that probably diverted a lot of what he had in mind, but he still managed to work with what he had and gave us complete cinema every single time. Q!Fit's character development has been an absolute marvel to watch, and even though his ending was bleak, it's something he'll still be able to carry with him, along with the goggles of his son, and some dried rose petals in his pockets.

Bravo Fitmc.

Was about to say how is there mpreg then I remembered what a grandmother is........ WHy do you do this. 

mpreg once again canon on hermitcraft! scar is a grandma

I kinda think the song Owl in a cage/Gilded Jail, by Stolas from Helluva Boss fits Scar’s double life character. 

This man is at it again

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42546327 ____________   The hand shakes as it pulls away from the person's mouth to reveal wet blood coating the palm of their hand. With a shaky breath, they take one short glance at the cup of tea that was safe before the person in front of them came into the office.  “I’m sorry Scar, but Mumbo needs to be Mayor.” Grian one of Scar’s dear friends spoke with a hardened look with a bit of sadness attracted to it which the other didn’t understand. Scar shook his head not wanting to listen to what the other had to say. Scar didn’t want to give in to the feeling of pain that came with the betrayal. The scarred man knows that his friendship with Grian wasn’t that close compared with the other's closeness with the Redstone engineer Mumbo, but god does it still hurt tenfold. “Scar-” The avian was cut off by the chair scraping the floor as Scar stands abruptly with a tight smile. The mayor reaches out for the papers that Grian had placed on his desk to sign which were documents stating that Scar had handed over his Mayor ship to Mumbo. Which the brunette had refused when the other placed them on his desk.  Scar grabs his ahold of his quill and wipes it of its black ink and as if the gods within the void were in his favor a wet cough rose up causing the scarred man to catch it in the palm of his hand. He quickly dips the quill in the crimson liquids and within a few seconds, the signature was printed onto the papers. “If... that's what you....want....”  Picking up the papers with the hand that is not tainted with his blood he holds it out towards Grian who looks almost mortified but took the papers firmly making sure to not touch the signature written on the paper. Scar nods with a groan as the pain quickly spreads through his body.  He wasn’t getting out of this, was he? I knew the pains of a regular poison potion and instant harming potion and those never felt permanent. “Can.......Can you get Cub.....I-I” Before Scar could finish his sentence his legs buckled under the weight causing him to scatter other papers and items off his desk as he fell onto his side with a groan at the pain that it caused. There was a shout but the scarred man wasn’t sure if it came from himself or the other in the room.  He was pulled onto his back causing him to stare up at the ceiling of his office as the other was rapidly talking to him, but everything was too muffled for him to understand a word that is Grian saying to him. Grian said something and quickly made his way out of the office as Scar lay there as his vision started to slowly fade.  Something soft rubs against his hand causing him to turn his head as best as he can to see Jellie rubbing her head on his hand that lays flat on the floor. A soft smile forms on his face thinking about how he was wondering where she has been since she wasn’t in the office when he walked in. His vision blurs as tears started to stream down his face happy that he gets to see Jellie one last time.  “Jellie” He mutters with his last breath as the life in his eyes faded with the soft smile. When Jellie was done getting her rubs she walks up and tucks herself against his neck and with a soft breath she goes to sleep.  (Wanted to add this because I feel some might be confused on why Scar called for Cub. Its because Scar knew he was going to die and he wanted Cub who is like a brother to him to be right beside him as he dies.)

Look at them goo

you go girl they're here for the vibes

So, I decide to make some more memes. I want making these for fun and had a laugh while doing it.

I have a love and hate relationship with my thoughts/brain.

What would Ford’s reaction be if he found out Stan had no wings?

Depending on how he finds out, He might want to see and know what happened to Stan's wings. I think he would be a mixture of shock and horror with a bit of anger to those who took Stan's wings. Ford might also feel guilt about it while Stan would try and wave it off and say it wasn't his fault.

Even if told it wasn't his fault I can see him feeling guilty. especially during wing-type activities that Stan might not be able to do. And might want to create wings for Stan. (Credit to @hugthedragon)

I mean, Scar does mention in the beginning of ep 1 of his 3rd life series that his muscles are inflatable to keep others a bay. Aka to make sure they don’t hurt him. So your headcanon is correct. aka canon as I see it.

My weird Grian and Scar headcanons that might make some of the fandom fight me/lh

Alright, first off, I don’t really do winged/Watcher Grian.  Last time I did it without it being for a bit of Biblically Accurate Angel/Eldritch Abomination dualism was back when Grian left Evo to put more time into Hermitcraft.  Scar’s the winged one, thing is he doesn’t have birdy wings.  Scar’s wings are more like Tinkerbell Fairy wings but shaped more like Vex wings.  

I’m also a bit of a Buff Grian enjoyer.  He just hides all his muscles under his shirt.  He’d be about as strong as Zed.  

This is the one people are really gonna fight me over.  Scar is not buff.  Those muscles are inflatable.  He uses them to try and intimidate people into not fighting him.  If someone does actually try to punch him, the muscles act more as padding than something that helps him punch back.

That concludes my headcanons.  Now I’m off to hide/lh