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Idk if I can fully express how much I love solars characterization/interpretation of that watchers & grian... it's so dear to me

I rly like that even post-leaving the watchers (iirc) grian still has the little eyes on his wings, boys haunted </3

Yeah !!! The wings serve as a reminder all on their own, the eyes also match the whole angel aesthetic.

In general, Grian is forever changed after the Watchers, a curse of binding, if you will, he still has the Eyes, the Wings, he’s different yet the same.

I rly wanna do a comparison post of Evo Grian vs Watcher Grian…. Evo Grian being so free, barefoot and playful, fishing and pranking his friends, he’s so in love with life, grounded.

Vs the watchers, the layered uniform, the strict schedule, everything is controlled, his sleep, his food, his travel, he’s practically locked away, suspended.

Wings usually serve as a symbol of freedom, a tool to get away, to avoid predators, to get high above it all, but in this scenario they serve as an anchor.

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Me rn cause I got yhs grian art on my Twitter feed....

sometimes YHS beckons to me like the green goblin

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NON-freaks dni. This is a freaks only zone

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YouTube’s AI generated reply suggestions are trying to end my life

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I loooooooooooooooooooooove it when i discover that hey babe don't second guess yourself you were right! In fifth grade! (Probably im like 90% sure idfk man)

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Grrrrrrrr...I fucking hate the Cis...I'm so mad I'm coming to Get Them. Once I'm done, there will be no Cisgenders left in Kentucky... First Kentucky... THEN THE WORLD!!!!!!!!

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I was so active on here months ago and then I fell out of fandom among other stuff and airjwjjsjwjqjej what happened?

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Hey do you remember?

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Can I put this on this blog ...

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HELLO???? gtws responding to me was nkt on the bingo card

I CAN FINALLY KMS

imagine if I had gotten the cat wrong....

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Traffictwt users please ignore this 🙏 this is all light hearted I'm just complaining

Traffic twt scares me like!! My life series hot take is that some of them should be glad grian doesn't use Twitter, maybe! /lh /nm

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Katybee and Mr. Finnegan...

Have you heard about scars new cats?

i have !! i logged on yesterday and saw them got tears in my eyes

he said they are brother and sister and best friends.....

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Omg.... carpool... bae...

i will be ignoring your dni actually

would a picture of hamm make it okay

HAMM!!!!!

Take a. Rusty in return

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Goodtimeswith

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WHAT GHE FHCK

I’m here to see you put scarian in more situations:

8. “Who did this to you?”

Pwese <3

08. "Who did this to you?" (put that guy in a situation!)

reblogs do more than likes!

“Oh, songbird,” Scar’s voice shakes as he takes in the ragged appearance of the man in front of him. He’s wrapped up in bandages, dressed in clothes that don’t fit him (it’s not that they’re too big, they just don’t look right on him). Two fluffy appendages sit on his back that are certainly new, but what kills Scar is how upset Grian looks.

It’s been two years since he’s seen him, two years since Scar believed his husband to be dead.

But Grian is very much alive, and well… mostly well. He sits on a bed a little ways from Scar, somehow in Mumbo’s redstone world, and he is alive.

Scar can hardly believe it.

“Scar,” Grian croaks weakly, and it’s like life breathes into his body again. Scar’s world fills with color and vibrancy, and breathing in air has never felt so good.

The sound of his husband’s voice urges him forward, and he’s quick to sit with him, even quicker to pull him into his arms.

“Grian,” he breathes out quietly, a hand falling into his hair. Scar sets his cheek on Grian’s head, simply breathing him in. Grian grips him, wrapping his arms tight around him. “Grian,” Scar says again, letting the familiar syllables roll right off his tongue. His vision blurs as he crushes his husband to his chest, holding on like he’s going to disappear again.

“I’m here,” Grian says, hand rubbing Scar’s back as the taller begins to tremble. He presses his face further into his shoulder, “I’m here.”

Tears fill Scar’s vision, and he pulls back to take him all in again. He cradles Grian’s face in his hands, thumb ever so delicately brushing over a bandage on his cheek. He’ll have to thank Mumbo later for taking care of Grian. His lips form a wobbly smile as he moves to gently press his lips to the other’s cheek. “Well, I guess the bird like behavior really suits you now,” he weakly jokes, and preens when he sees Grian’s eyes light up with mirth.

Yet the look darkens seconds later as he tears his gaze away from Scar, breaking the man’s heart all over again. “Yeah,” Grian mutters.

“Oh, love.” Scar gently encourages his husband to meet his eyes, rewarding him with a kiss to his nose when he does. He sees the darkness swirling in the depth of Grian’s eyes, sees the way he’s just mere steps away from appearing to Scar as a husk, retreating behind his walls for safety.

The very thought that Grian has come back to him with such pain, with the need to guard himself, makes anger burst forth in his chest. It makes him so, so angry. It makes him furious, and protective, and he swears that he will make whoever caused such pain for the light of his life will not rest easy.

“I’m sorry,” Grian murmurs to him, leaning forward to embrace him again. He tucks his head under Scar’s chin, and Scar doesn’t hesitate to wrap him up in his arms. “I didn’t mean to disappear or lose contact but They—”

“It’s alright, G,” Scar soothes, carding his fingers through Grian’s hair, “you came back to me. That’s all that matters.” He’s spent every day of the last two years terrified out of his mind, but he’s here now, able to hold Grian in his arms once more.

He hears Grian’s breath hitch as his fingers dig into the back of Scar’s shirt. “….I lost the jumper you made me,” he quietly admits, and his voice is shaking. Scar holds him tighter. “They… They did so much…”

“Sh, sh, later, okay? We can talk about all of it later,” Scar tells him. He gives the other a light squeeze, dropping a kiss to his head. “But I… I need to ask, G,” he says nervously, still brushing through his hair. “Who did this to you?”

Who hurt you? Who took you from me for so long?

He tries to keep his voice even, tries to keep it still and free of the anger creating a tsunami in his chest. But some it still bleeds through, still echoes in his words as he holds his husband against him.

He feels Grian stiffen in his arms, but they both know this part of the conversation will be inevitable. They cannot run from it. Scar is owed a lot of answers at Grian’s pace, but he still needs to know this much.

Grian sucks in a rugged breath, and Scar can feel the way his eyelashes lightly tickle his neck as he shuts his eyes. “The Watchers,” he answers, and the tsunami crashes harshly. Roughly.

Scar presses another kiss to his hair, taking a measured breath. “Alright,” he says, “okay.” He breathes out with a soft tremble, burying his face in Grian’s hair. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes, “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there. But I’m here now, and I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”

Grian nods against him, murmuring an affirmation. He doesn’t let Scar go, instead choosing to cling to him like he might just disappear. Scar holds him just as closely, carrying the same fear.

He takes in Grian’s fear, his pain, his grief, and swears to make Them pay, whenever he gets the chance. He knows there’s a lot more to the story, but for now, Scar is content to hold Grian in his arms.

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I fucking hate her!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dame Alina you are the WORST how did you not notice what was going on????

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