More Connections Fr Fr. Here's Xisuma And EX Being Wacky

More Connections fr fr. Here's Xisuma and EX being wacky

What creating a new fic looks like for me: HCAU #6

These are some of my baby OCs. I might post more of them, but for now here's the big drawing I did of them. Feel free to ask questions! The lyrics at the bottom aren't from "How To Be A Human Being", Ironically, they are from the Broken Bells song "The High Road." It fit better with the characters and the Broken Bells albums don't quite lend themselves to character driven drawings.

Based on Glass Animals album "How To Be A Human Being"

ALSO HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!

Grian looks over the edge of the cliff at the crashing waves. His teeth clench together in a disgusted frown. He clenches his fists.

He takes several calculated steps back, and once he has gone far enough back, he runs forward, each foot kicks grass and dirt from beneath him until there is nothing beneath him and he is falling, Air rushing around his body; not screaming nor thrashing around, the builder grows closer to the edge of the world, shrouded in the that glorious blue-green and sea foam that sat on desktop screens before a silly game or video boots up to make the ocean's vile nature nothing more than a single graffiti ridden cargo car of the train of thought.

The cold water swallows Grian's body. Grian doesn't give into his fears and takes one final breath before diving down. His breast stroke was laughable. That wouldn't stop him. It didn't matter. His tightened chest was a ruse. His blinking consciousness was fake. This was all fake.

Grian wakes up again in a red bed he set up on the cliff face with a shulker box with his belongings. He gasps the air around him. He chooses not to check his communicator. He takes it off. He gets up and runs off the cliff face again. No malice finds him when he hits the cold water again. He swims down further than the last time.

Again he wakes up and does it again. He gets further down.

And again.

To anyone that knows, it's a fruitless effort. Mumbo and Scar don't know the effort. "What is Grian doing?" they wonder, arriving as Grian runs off of the cliff again. It takes even longer for Grian to respawn, but when he does, Scar grabs his arm before he runs again.

"What are you doing? Grian is everything okay?"

"The bottom of the ocean is gone."

Part 1

Goes insane

Even though Disgrace is really old and I've taken the ideas and stories for my own personal work, it's still a big part of my writing journey. Here's a scene I rewrote:

“It’s not a prank,” a cold voice seethed from the roof of town hall. Grian sat above them all, dark eyes shaded by shaggy and dirty bangs. Grian jumped down, landing on one knee right in front of Etho and Xisuma, displaying the blood stain on his back to the two. He stood up, straightening his ripped tank top.

“You okay there, dude?” Ren asked from the crowd.

Grian flipped his hair out of his face, giving a clear view to the myriad of scratches on his face. “Peachy.” He looked back at his admin and Etho and then back to the crowd.

 He leaned casually forward on the railing, clicking his tongue, “It’s not a prank, it’s not some big ‘gotchu’; I blew the mansion sky high. Wasn’t gonna finish it anyways,” He added the last part under his breath. Grian looked dictionary sick; pale skin, sunken eyes, and red nose. His expression sat neutral on his face, “And, y’know what? It’s really nothing to anyone’s concern, y’know?” He stood, stretching his back, “I’ll just rebuild it or something!”

Impulse stepped up, “We can help you, if you want,” He said, “We could help get you some of those materials back.”

“No, really, don’t bother with that--”

“Grian, really, if there’s something  you need help with we are here for you,” Cleo oftered.

Grian put his hand up before anyone else could speak, “I get it; y'all want to help me. I appreciate it, I really do, but I made this mess, and I alone will clean it up. I got upset and KA-BOOM! Y’know?” He laughed in a way that added to the strange air of his behavior.

A small part of Xisuma wanted to be proud of him for coming forward with what happened, but the rest of him was too unsettled by it to fully commit to that conclusion. Grian turned around and shoved his way through Etho and Xisuma to get into the town hall.

Mumbo narrowed his eyes from the back of the crowd, “We should go talk to him.”

“Why would we want to?” Bdubs said. Doc shoved him and walked with Mumbo to the steps of town hall. The hermits moved out of their way, Ren asking if they had any idea what was going on. Scar came with them, reassuring the hermits that, as their mayor, he would bring answers shortly. Iskall and Bdubs stayed behind.

They walked up the steps and Scar turned to address the crowd, “Now this was a strange way to start the day, and I can promise that answers will be brought shortly! I hope knowing that griefing isn’t a potential causation eases your nerves!” 

“We’ll go talk to him,” Mumbo told Xisuma. The admin gave a solemn nod. They walked into the town hall, the empty room devoid of the diamond throne, only Grian standing in the center, a clear view of the blood stain on his shirt.

“Grian-” Doc stepped forward first, Grian suddenly turning around, fists readied. He lowered his arms seeing Mumbo and Doc.

“Oh,” He said as if he wasn’t about to sucker punch Doc, “Sup guys.”

“Sup,” Mumbo said, laughing softly in an attempt to ease Grian’s nerves, “You doing okay, buddy?”

Grian’s smile looked like his own for the first time in… actually a while. “I should tell the truth shouldn’t I?”

“I think that would help everyone, yeah,” Doc said, harsher than he meant it.

“Yeah,” Grian chuckled, “Um, well, I just haven’t… felt like myself recently,” He started pacing, immediately putting off Doc and Mumbo. “I’m sure people have started to notice it, but my dumbass can’t remember how to act.” He stopped pacing and looked Mumbo and Doc in the eyes, another thing that made the room stale. “Like, you guys, you look terrified.”

“You don’t normally stare at me like that,” Mumbo admitted. 

“See!” Grian said, starting to pace again, “Let me guess, I don’t normally pace either?” Doc and Mumbo shook their heads. Grian sighed and stood still, eyes on the ground. “You want the truth? The truth-truth? I'm not the great builder you think I am. I’m not smart, I’m not socially adept, I’m not anything you think I am.” He looked away and crossed his arms, wincing, “I’m not what you think I am.”