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The boy himself, in his chair!

He sits opposite me :D Unless I have guests, then he is temporarily relegated to a table until they leave, at which time he takes back his throne.

Got tagged by the incomparable @definitelynotshouting (who else?)

I'll post a photo of the winner :D

Anyone who wants to take part, consider yourself tagged!!

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Got tagged by the incomparable @definitelynotshouting (who else?)

I'll post a photo of the winner :D

Anyone who wants to take part, consider yourself tagged!!

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mumbo fans have encountered a problem that literally no other mcyt fan has and it's that their creator touches grass too much somehow. "i wonder if mumbo is going to upload today!" mumbo is in the alps

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Acrostic Tag Game :D

Got tagged by @definitelynotshouting! [shakes fist at the sky] [lovingly]

Rules: post a sentence from your WIP(s) beginning with each letter of the word decided by the previous person. Tem's word was WHITECAP.

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W - With a sharp delineation, violent like the fall of a guillotine’s blade, the world divides into out there and in here.

H - His confused face looks vastly stupid, and Joel’s last lingering tether to social niceties is the only thing preventing him from laughing.

I - It’s sadly familiar by now, and Joel’s seen what’s under that; it’s not pretty.

T - The night sky above is dappled with stars but half-obscured by the billowing smoke, the orange flames and flashing blue sirens casting flickers across the tops of the slanted tents, and the strings of small glowstone lights are still trailing about, some on the floor and some still hanging askew.

E - Even so, he knows from scrolling around in his map app with the convenient compass in the corner of the screen while on the bus to Weygan that Scar lives north-west of the village, and he’s… pretty sure they’re heading roughly that direction?

C - Cub gets a rather alarming eyeful of that sword as Grian draws it, enchantments glimmering over the metal, tingling on his tongue.

A - And then they’re done, and Cub still can’t move off the ground by himself, but he can be moved once more without immediate danger.

P - Probably wasn’t anything to say that really mattered, you know?

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I'm not really someone who tags people so... anyone who wants to take part please feel very free to do so no matter how much or little you know me. If it crosses your dash then I bequeath to you this word: GLORIOUS!!

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looks a bit different...? (May 14th)

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Genuine question, do you ever plan to do a sequel of some kind to your scarian selkie au 🥺 I am a sucker for selkie aus and I crave

I'm sorry to say that I have no plans to write a sequel or expansion of Free - I like it where it is. Sorry, anon 😔

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Hello lovely HSS enjoyers! Due to the majority of our mods experiencing life events (moving house, summer classes, etc.), we will be rescheduling HSS from August to sometime later in the year! Please stay tuned for more news, as this year's prompts will be releasing several months ahead of time, and we hope you enjoy our impromptu Hot Scarian Summer: Southern Hemisphere edition once it comes out! ☀️ 🌹 🪻

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Hello everybody :D

Been a hot second, hasn't it? Anyway, I am still working on this fic's next chapter, and so here is another extract to prove it.

Content warnings: general vague references to Third Life-typical blood/violence/death, the cursed lands being cursed.

The moment that they cross the border into the cursed lands, Cub knows it. It’s impossible to not know, part vex as he is, and impossible to unknow. With a sharp delineation, violent like the fall of a guillotine’s blade, the world divides into out there and in here.

Up in the sky though he may be, Cub can taste the blood in the soil. Here, death lives. It breathes. Old, echoing, sleeping – but it’s here. This isn’t a curse you can bless away, can exorcise, can banish; this is something that has become foundational to the very land itself, to the monsters that crawl out of its veins and the man who lives here because he has always lived here and he ------

(The world does not allow Cub to understand what it just said. A blank spot. A redaction.

died here, too

Some things are not for anyone but the cursed.)

Nothing short of a nuclear fucking bomb could cleanse this place, Cub suddenly understands. You’d have to literally destroy the land, maybe all the way down to bedrock, for it to be free. Constant monster spawning, yes, that’s the obvious symptom, but – there’s something just so wrong, here. Not evil, or at least not ontologically evil. Evil in a human way, in a sadness and suffering and survival way, in the way of those who fought to live while something else cheered on their deaths.

Can a land be traumatised? Can the earth, the grass, the trees, the rivers – can they feel pain? Yes, this land says. Weeps. Yes.

No wonder Grian keeps people away.

Okay, I feel sorry for you guys because so many of you have been so patient with waiting for Cosmic Ashes to update, so under this cut is an extract from Chapter 3 and proof that I am indeed still working on this fic. Enjoy <3

Content warnings: referenced character injury with associated blood (the addressing of this injury is much more explicit in the full scene, but this particular extract glosses over it a bit), two characters each actively having the beginning of unrecognised panic attacks.

“Scar,” Cub mumbles to Grian, like the end of a train of thought, like he was saying something and Scar’s name was the final word of the sentence that he’s only just now managed to complete. The mischief bond is empty, reverberating with a sudden silence as Scar was abruptly removed from range, the merest distant star on the horizon now, muted and dim. Grian is kneeling next to him and looking decidedly worse for wear himself now that Cub can finally make his eyes focus past his own pain and see the pale face and torn shirt, the ruffled feathers and the wet patches of red spreading and dripping over his brother’s partner’s body. “Where’s Scar?”

Grian’s face twists, and Cub’s brain finally kicks into a high enough gear to start to perceive nuances such as the stress all over Grian’s face and the fear and anger and agitation writhing from his soul, leaking out into the air around him like drops of blood into a filled sink, like his mind is having the world’s nastiest nosebleed. Blood in the water, but then the image warps, suddenly, one of those scattered moments where Cub’s latent magic plucks something up from the weaves of the world and presents it to him: blood on sand, clumping the grains together under the burning evening sun.

Grian is still a veritable stranger to him, but Cub’s heart hammers in his chest at the pain on his face, the harried look of someone immensely stressed and stumbling their way through the situation, before Grian spits out, “They took him. They – that – that fortune teller, they took Scar.” There’s something dangerous in Grian’s banked-flame eyes, the red there almost glowing, and Cub’s under-developed magical awareness picks it out and shoves its observation like a knife straight into Cub’s hindbrain survival instinct: threat, danger, predator. “I couldn’t – I swear, I – fuck! My sword, my crossbow, all my gear – of all the times to not have – Cub, don’t move, I’m going to – sort all this out, I promise. Swear. I’m going to fix this.”

Fix this? There’s no – there’s no fixing this. Scar was taken. Scar was taken by an evoker. There’s only one fate that meets his brother now, the dark shadow of childhood nightmares creeping out from under the bed with cold claws to sneak under the warm covers, to fall upon the vulnerable skin and grasp and claw and rend.

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All our downloadables are unlocked!

Last weekend you gave us an incredible amount of support and unlocked all of the donation stretch goals! In return, we made available a couple goodies, from special assets, Scarland Artbook Layout Templates, printable stickers, the actual books (in minecraft!!) and a printable postcard, they’re available for download on itch.io!

Find the itch.io here and download it! Lots of things can be used for minecraft as a resource pack or printed out as stickers or art prints!

A2Z | DONATE • CARRD • YOUTUBE • ITCH.IO

HOTGUY COMICS ZINETHOLOGY | ITCH.IO • CARRD • TWITTER

SCARLAND ARTBOOK | ITCH.IO • WEBSITE • TWITTER • TUMBLR

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I'm moving apartments!

Ive got a lot of expensive fees to pay and no actual income right now, so if anyone feels like donating to my kofi, i'd be super grateful!!!

(please only consider this if you have the means financially though!!!)

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its ma bday i get to be self-indulgent .png I MISS THEMFFNMMM

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the perfect world

Since tumblr's link posts continue to not work for me, come see my latest Scarian oneshot :D

the perfect world

Sometimes, it feels as though you want to bottle up a moment and keep it forever, to hold it close against the tide of grief. Watchers can do that a little more literally, if they want.

Everybody clap and cheer because I'm doing weird experimental and in this case intentionally confusing narrative styles again :D

Content warnings: past character death (3rd Life canon stuff), mindfuck of a narration and that is also what is literally happening in the fic so warnings for unreality etc, How To Not Deal With Grief, and possessive behaviour (as presented by someone who is not moving on from the denial/bargaining stage in any decade soon).

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the perfect world

Since tumblr's link posts continue to not work for me, come see my latest Scarian oneshot :D

the perfect world

Sometimes, it feels as though you want to bottle up a moment and keep it forever, to hold it close against the tide of grief. Watchers can do that a little more literally, if they want.

Everybody clap and cheer because I'm doing weird experimental and in this case intentionally confusing narrative styles again :D

Content warnings: past character death (3rd Life canon stuff), mindfuck of a narration and that is also what is literally happening in the fic so warnings for unreality etc, How To Not Deal With Grief, and possessive behaviour (as presented by someone who is not moving on from the denial/bargaining stage in any decade soon).

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the perfect world

Since tumblr's link posts continue to not work for me, come see my latest Scarian oneshot :D

the perfect world

Sometimes, it feels as though you want to bottle up a moment and keep it forever, to hold it close against the tide of grief. Watchers can do that a little more literally, if they want.

Everybody clap and cheer because I'm doing weird experimental and in this case intentionally confusing narrative styles again :D

Content warnings: past character death (3rd Life canon stuff), mindfuck of a narration and that is also what is literally happening in the fic so warnings for unreality etc, How To Not Deal With Grief, and possessive behaviour (as presented by someone who is not moving on from the denial/bargaining stage in any decade soon).

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you can tell who actually likes hot sauce

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the perfect world

Since tumblr's link posts continue to not work for me, come see my latest Scarian oneshot :D

the perfect world

Sometimes, it feels as though you want to bottle up a moment and keep it forever, to hold it close against the tide of grief. Watchers can do that a little more literally, if they want.

Everybody clap and cheer because I'm doing weird experimental and in this case intentionally confusing narrative styles again :D

Content warnings: past character death (3rd Life canon stuff), mindfuck of a narration and that is also what is literally happening in the fic so warnings for unreality etc, How To Not Deal With Grief, and possessive behaviour (as presented by someone who is not moving on from the denial/bargaining stage in any decade soon).