The Entity takes from its surroundings. Sometimes metaphorically, sometimes literally, as Grian knows well. He’d liked that waterwheel. He didn’t have the netherite to replace the lodestones, either. Grian had seen a tree that had clearly grown out of the Entity, wood like nothing he’d ever seen before. Or, he supposed, exactly like wood he’d seen before. All the wood he’d seen before, in one tree.
Grian had been stocking his shop when he’d seen it. An odd patch of tan material. It was the wrong texture for wood. Grian, of course, reached out and touched it. His hand laid on a soft material, and Grian nearly recoiled. It was warm. It was flesh, human flesh, Grian realized with a jolt of horror, and this time he really did pull his hand back from the wall. He looked at it with horror and fought the urge to just run.
Then Grian paused, and looked from his hand to the patch. They were the same color and shade; then everything clicked. As… weird as having human flesh, warm human flesh on a wall was, it made sense. Grian had spent enough time near the entity that it was mimicking his flesh now. Grian couldn’t entirely logic away the disgust, but he could manage most of it. It wasn’t the weirdest thing Grian had ever seen, and at least it was at completely natural. Still, his skin tingled from touching it.
(From having been touched.)
The patch never grows larger, and the Entity never takes on anymore of Grian’s characteristics. He does not even bother pretending he isn’t relieved. It had been unsettling to realize what had happened. Grian is stocking his store again, and the Entity’s heartbeat sounds loudly from behind and above him. Something about it seems only familiar, tugging at something within him. Grian brushes it off.
(Grian’s heart beats in sync with the Entity’s. As one.)
Grian always knows when his shop needs restocking. When a curious Scar runs a hand over the oddly warm patch of tan on the Entity, Grian shivers with the phantom feeling of hands touching him. Mumbo arrives from time spent away and Grian can tell, all the way from the caves under the earth, that his neighbor has arrived.
Grian becomes aware of the Entity in a stronger, deepr, and more intimate way. The stock has run out becomesI need to gather three more stacks of waxed aged copper blocks. Knowing that somebody is nearby the Entity becomes being able to tell their exact position, direction, and speed. Grian knows what the Entity will produce from its body or take from elsewhere before the Entity does so.
And Grian doesn’t realize what has happened. Until he does.
*talking about Scar* Impulse: “Does anybody else’s anxiety go through the roof when he’s around?” Bdubs: “It’s more like a spooky baby than anything – cause I know he can’t hurt me, it’s just weird to look at him.” Tango: “It’s disturbing, but not threatening.”
This is some sketches art for my hermitcraft Star Wars Au!! I’m still writing the story but I think I got a general idea of where it’s heading! Will post backstory’s soon
colored changeling goodtimeswithscar!! :) his eyes are slightly cat-like as a nod to jellie as well.
version w/ nose cannula as well as headcanons under the cut
- scar assumes he’s human, since everyone else on hermitcraft is more of an obvious hybrid, and no one’s ever pointed it out to him before - cue scene of grian going “oh here’s some iron armor scar- wait sorry, forgot you’re allergic” and scar just ??? he thought the other hermits just put up with it or waited until they got better gear (as it’s common to go armorless in HC) - scar offers the others homemade food occasionally, but only some take it (entities like Xisuma or, in LL, fae!Lizzie). he thinks he’s just bad at baking. - mild charmspeak and great at trickery - this ties very easily into the canon of c!scar but like. extra. how do you think he makes all those great deals?
anyway if anyone has other thoughts on this uh. please i have brainrot. also reblogs are appreciated :)
i know everyone loves scar as just Some Guy who does capitalism when all the other hermits are some sort of hybrid, but like,,, changeling scar hits so different to me personally. so.
