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Ive been thinking... what's Grian and Scar's size difference in YOUR opinion? (LOVING the responses LMAO. I'll say mine: For me, Scar is around 6'4, and Grian is 5'3-5'6, depends how generous I am /silly. But MUMBO is, like, 6'6 or sm :7)

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Hear me out when I say hanahaki disease Scar yep yep

For Grian

Uh huh....

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This is SUPER correct just saying

I swear to god 99% of people watching WL forgot who won SL. Put some respect on his name

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Uhhuh SINCE writers block is murdering me I've made more bots on c.ai... nods...

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Just my recents sighs.....

(ALSO IF YOURE ONE OF THE ARTISTS AND WANT CREDS SORRY JUST ASK AND ILL PUT CREDS ;-; I always forget SOBS and super duper sorry)

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Cinnamon and spice is right But I'm really not that nice ♪

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I'm afraid it's canon, your honor

Some monster fellas (this is too fun help)

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Sorry for any inactivity, guys! Im focusing on my summer work, lol

ALSO, HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN SCARS TWO NEW CATS?!??!?! OH MY GOD I SQUEALEDDDD

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I heard you out....... (excuse my terrible art I just had to even tho I cant draw /silly)

OKAY HEAR ME OUT-

Hot guy & Ariana Griande (Or even ddvau depending) and its Ariana singing Holding out for a Hero with Hot Guy showing up- and and its like a whole thing- they're flirting and showing off, he flexes at the "larger than life part" she puts her hand on his chest and sings at him AND HE LIKE PICKS HER UP TO HAVE HER SITTING ON HIS SHOULDER/BICEP (pls pls pls i would love if someone saw my vison and was inspired enough to like animate this or even draw fanart)

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Hmmmm...... Maybe I'll make something...... Idk if it'll be art but..............

OKAY HEAR ME OUT-

Hot guy & Ariana Griande (Or even ddvau depending) and its Ariana singing Holding out for a Hero with Hot Guy showing up- and and its like a whole thing- they're flirting and showing off, he flexes at the "larger than life part" she puts her hand on his chest and sings at him AND HE LIKE PICKS HER UP TO HAVE HER SITTING ON HIS SHOULDER/BICEP (pls pls pls i would love if someone saw my vison and was inspired enough to like animate this or even draw fanart)

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Grian and Scar smh

best trope and you can fight me over it (i abuse this so hard with my ocs)

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Dont mind the *'s Idk what happened there........

Hi guys... I'm back >:7 More Prince/Pirate Scarian hooray!! Also I'm gonna start using the tag #2's Prince/Pirate Scarian so it's easy to find :3

*The scarred man chuckled,* "No need to thank me, sunshine. I can treat your other cuts n’ scrapes if you’d like? I can’t do much ‘bout the bruises, though."

*Grian thought for a second. Sure, he’d like to get rid of the slight sting of the wounds on his body, but also.. He really didn’t want Scar to.. Care? Like, it’s weird, okay?!*

*So the prince simply shrugged in response, fiddling with the end of his robes.* “Hm. So no, then? Alright. Do you need a change of clothes instead, little prince?”

*Now **that** sounded nice. The blond nodded, looking Scar in the eyes. The captain smiled - a little lopsided, sure (It’s cute, to Grian at least- wait who said that!?)- but it was genuine.* “Alright, birdie. You can wear my clothes, and maybe I can convince my crew to spare some fresh water (since fresh water is usually saved for cooking instead). We don’t necessarily have baths here, so you can rinse off with a bucket of water and a towel instead. I won’t make ya jump in the sea like the rest of us.” *Grian snickered softly, speaking in an amused tone.* “Why, thank you, *cap’n.* It’s an *honor* to be able to use some fresh water.”

*Scar simply stood and rolled his eyes, walking over to a dresser and rummaging through its drawers.* “Whatever you say, darling. Also, you’ll be wearing my clothes. I might have something small enough for you..”

*Grian huffed,* “You say that like I’m petite.” “You are.” “No I am *not,* you’re just.. Freakishly large!”

*Scar scoffed, grabbing a pair of gray trousers, boxers, and a white and flowy long-sleeved shirt. He then looked through a small box, pulling out a necklace - golden with an emerald charm.*

“I’ll take that as a compliment, princey.” “I’ll have you know it wasn’t one.”

*Scar smiled - Grian didn’t want that, damn it! He wanted Scar to.. Not be so happy all the time? He didn’t know, just- anything but that fucking smile!* “Sure, angel, whatever you say.” *He placed the clothes on Grian’s lap, shoving the necklace into his pocket.*

“I’ll be back in a moment, I’m going to get you stuff to wash up with.”

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Hi guys... I'm back >:7 More Prince/Pirate Scarian hooray!! Also I'm gonna start using the tag #2's Prince/Pirate Scarian so it's easy to find :3

*The scarred man chuckled,* "No need to thank me, sunshine. I can treat your other cuts n’ scrapes if you’d like? I can’t do much ‘bout the bruises, though."

*Grian thought for a second. Sure, he’d like to get rid of the slight sting of the wounds on his body, but also.. He really didn’t want Scar to.. Care? Like, it’s weird, okay?!*

*So the prince simply shrugged in response, fiddling with the end of his robes.* “Hm. So no, then? Alright. Do you need a change of clothes instead, little prince?”

*Now **that** sounded nice. The blond nodded, looking Scar in the eyes. The captain smiled - a little lopsided, sure (It’s cute, to Grian at least- wait who said that!?)- but it was genuine.* “Alright, birdie. You can wear my clothes, and maybe I can convince my crew to spare some fresh water (since fresh water is usually saved for cooking instead). We don’t necessarily have baths here, so you can rinse off with a bucket of water and a towel instead. I won’t make ya jump in the sea like the rest of us.” *Grian snickered softly, speaking in an amused tone.* “Why, thank you, *cap’n.* It’s an *honor* to be able to use some fresh water.”

*Scar simply stood and rolled his eyes, walking over to a dresser and rummaging through its drawers.* “Whatever you say, darling. Also, you’ll be wearing my clothes. I might have something small enough for you..”

*Grian huffed,* “You say that like I’m petite.” “You are.” “No I am *not,* you’re just.. Freakishly large!”

*Scar scoffed, grabbing a pair of gray trousers, boxers, and a white and flowy long-sleeved shirt. He then looked through a small box, pulling out a necklace - golden with an emerald charm.*

“I’ll take that as a compliment, princey.” “I’ll have you know it wasn’t one.”

*Scar smiled - Grian didn’t want that, damn it! He wanted Scar to.. Not be so happy all the time? He didn’t know, just- anything but that fucking smile!* “Sure, angel, whatever you say.” *He placed the clothes on Grian’s lap, shoving the necklace into his pocket.*

“I’ll be back in a moment, I’m going to get you stuff to wash up with.”

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My designs for them :3 (plus a bonus prince and pirate ;D) (Pretend the hats arent there on the first img)

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The birthday boys!!!

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also I don't read my stuff b4 posting so feel free to point out mistakes lol :3

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Help me where did you guys actually come from AHHH okay okay so once Im done writing the prince/pirate trope on here, Im gonna officially make it a fic on ao3, I believe!! I also wrote a bit more before I head off to bed :3

Grian chuckled, shifting on the bed once more. God, these binds hurt like hell-

"Start what? I don't believe I said anything that would start anything, mister Goodtimes."

Scar huffed slightly, then stood up, walking over to his desk and rummaging through the drawers.

"Whatever you say, birdie. But I'll have you know that Scar is truly my name."

Grian snickered, then raised an eyebrow as Scar grabbed a bag of sorts. The captain walked over and sat next to Grian.

"Let me see your wrists, angel."

"What?"

Scar chuckled, "Sit.. uh, situate yourself, so I can tend to your wrists. Please?"

Grian obliged, albeit being confused, and shifted, facing away from Scar to show him his wrists, which were still bound behind his back. Why was Scar so friendly? He literally kidnapped him, so.. why?

The prince could hear Scar retrieve something from his pocket, and then he felt the ropes shifting, and eventually falling off of his wrists. He remained silent as Scar inspected the wounds and rope burn. This was odd, honestly.

Once Scar had tended to his wounds, very gently to say the least, Grian felt better. So much better. He inspected his wrists, then glanced at Scar.

"Uhm.. thank you."

The scarred man chuckled, "No need to thank me, sunshine."

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YOURE LIKE ONE OF THE FIRST PEOPLE TO REBLOG AND LIKE ASK FOR MORE SO YEAH :DDDD I APPRECIATE THE UH WHATS THE WORD OKAY UH ENTHUSIASM YEAH THANK YOU HELP

Okay. So like... uh, I made an au.

Basically, Grian is a prince, and Scar is a pirate captain. Scar kidnaps Grian!! and instead of ransoming him, he keeps the prince. As a treasure of sorts :3

Writing below :3

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Grian grunted as he was lifted from the ground by the back of his robes, forced to walk in front of a crew member. He stumbled slightly as he was led out of the brig, his body aching from the past few hours. His wrists were bound, the rope tying them behind his back being quite obviously too tight.

He swallowed when the cold breeze hit him as he was forced to walk on deck. The wind whipped around him, messing up his dirty blond locks. And then he was met with the sight of countless crew members, and then a taller man who stood away from the rest. The man was scarred, and his eyes were a vibrant green, almost emerald. His brunet hair looked unkempt, but still clean. He had a hat on his head, and a button-up shirt that was definitely buttoned wrong. 'Strange.' Grian thought.

The prince let out a shaky sigh through his nose, and nearly yelped as he was forced onto his knees in front of the tall brunet, whom he assumed was the ship's captain. He focused his gaze solely on the wooden deck of the ship, not wanting to acknowledge the mocking crew behind him and the taller man in front of him.

Too bad for him, Grian's chin was gripped between two calloused fingers and tilted up. The captain's grip was surprisingly gentle, and yet his gaze said otherwise; Grian felt like there was hidden emotions behind those vibrant eyes, but it's not like he had the guts to even speak at the moment.

"Would you look what we have here; a prince of a once-wealthy kingdom."

The captain snickered softly, and Grian could hear a few of the man's crew snicker as well.

"I've been thinking, little prince. You'd be worth quite a lot to your parents, and we could ransom you. Or, we could keep ya! Maybe lock ya in the brig for the rest of yer life, yeah?"

The prince swallowed, forcing himself to keep his onyx eyes locked onto the emerald ones above him.

The taller man glanced up and behind Grian at his crew, shooting them a look.

"Get back to work or go to bed, ya jackasses. This isn't a show."

Grian nearly let out a sigh of relief as he heard the crew members scurry off either to their cabins or some place else. He then felt the captain release his chin, then he heard him speak up, in a much softer tone.

"Stand up. Come on, I'd prefer to talk to you in private, angel."

Grian almost instantly stood, his legs wobbly but still somewhat steady. He followed the man below deck, into what seemed to be his quarters. Odd.

"Alright, uhh.." The captain sighed, "Sit down on the bed. Go on."

Grian sat down, and watched as the man kneeled in front of him. The prince's wrists were aching, his once fair skin now covered in scrapes and bruises. The scarred man seemed to notice, but didn't speak of it.. yet.

"Okay. Well, er, I'm terribly sorry about my behavior-"

What?

"-you know.. gotta keep up my tough, barbe- barbaric cap'n facade around my crew."

The captain chuckled softly, "Why don't we get to know each other? What's your name, sweetheart? Another sorry from me, I haven't done my research."

Grian's eyebrows furrowed and he shifted slightly. This man, with his bright eyes and tanned skin, was very confusing to Grian. He glanced away, then met the man's eyes once more.

"Grian.." He answered, not bothering to add a last name. "You..?"

He didn't know if he was going to get an answer from the captain, but it was worth asking.

"My name? Oh, t'is Scar Goodtimes, darling. You can call me Scar, but try to call me 'Sir' or 'Captain' around m'crew, 'kay?"

Scar? What kind of name was Scar-? And Goodtimes?? Again, confusing. Grian huffed slightly, then spoke in a slightly mocking tone.

"Okay.. 'Scar'.."

Scar rolled his eyes, a fond smile on his face as he tutted.

"Now now, don't start that, sunshine."

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I MIGHT CONTINUE THIS IDK LMAO :3