#HIS SCAR HIS SCARRRR

[ohlookitsthearkhamknight]

Hot Summer Nights and Playing Pretend

Back when Tommy and Sal were together in a way as much they could be, Tommy found an old picture of a younger Sal. Sal told him to throw it away but Tommy kept it and put it on his dash where it could easily be flipped down. On hot summer nights when they hadn't seen each other for a while he would flip it up and stare at it and pretend they were something they would never be if only for a second.

This is @evansboyfriend 's fault fob is my weakness

Also yes this is a repost (promise its the last time) but the other one got marked mature when it wasnt so had to fix that

[harruandlou]

🖤i would know you from touch alone🖤coming soon🖤

▪soulmate au ▪ enemies to lovers ▪ slow burn (but...) ▪ rival gangs▪

They had never been face to face before now. They’d never touched, skin to skin, until Harry landed a punch to his face, high on his cheekbone.  Louis shoved him off and was pulling his fist back from Harry’s abdomen before he realized his face wasn’t tingling because of the pain.  It pooled out from his cheek, over his face, down his neck and spine. A shiver in the late September night. Heat, sparks - whatever you wanted to fucking call it.  It was the curse of touch. That there was always the risk each person you shouldered past on the street or bumped into in the pub could turn out to be your soulmate. That some fucking prick nails you in the eye and now you’re saddled with him for life.  He shook out his arm and stretched his neck again to hear it crack. He was trying to shake it off, but of course he couldn’t. His whole body was coming to life. Singing into the night. Like if it could, he’d be spilling light out of every pore into the darkness.

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[bucket-hat-tea]

Scar during his episode six reading Etho's message and talking about syrup:

Scar: "...this better not be slight against Mr Kirkin and his fineee maple syrup. I CANNOT stand for it! Metaphorically, I can't stand for anything. But I can't stand for that, I'll tell you right now..."

My honest reaction:

"OH NOO SCARRRR"

Pfft

Reblogable

[the-catmans-offical-2]

Because I haven't been posting g as much art recently have a wip

Scarrrr :)

Fun fact he was the first anime character I've ever drawn, though I lost that doodle bc it was years ago; I'm trying to draw him more!

Also I focus his design in my style off 03 Scar rather than fmab, in case anyone was curious.

[life-winners-liveblog]

-[ OH GOSH SCARRRR…. Okay y’all (winners) scar DOESNT really understand that so let us just explain, Skizz has a nickname for people, idk the reason behind it but I know his nicknames usually have to rhyme with something op, so he calls tango top, I’m pretty sure he called Pearl, Pearlie pop and this one I read somewhere else but he calls impulse Dimple Dop?? The impulse & Pearl one I can’t confirm but the tango one we can 100% confirm. Im pretty sure scar just calls Skizz Bottom as a joke to him calling tango Top 😭 ]

— Nate

Scott: Well I think thats cute...

[bluiex]

i am 3k words into this one shot and then forgot about it for a week. huzzah:

As for me…" Grian held out his wrists together, as if awaiting handcuffs, "I am yours to do with, however you see fit."

"And, on an unrelated note," Grian openly eyed Scar over from top to bottom, "I need to know whoever did your suit, because they absolutely know what they are doing."

"Grian," Scar said, taking up the latter's hands to hold within his own, "Are you asking me to take you prisoner?"

"Well, it's either that," Grian pretended to think it over, "Orrr I out Etho as your mole to the resistance and let them have at him."

Scar's grip tightened. "I don't know what you mean."

Grian pulled one of his hands loose, tangling it into the side of Scar's hair, idly brushing the strands by his earring. "One of my scout saw him leaving the Town Hall in the dead of night. Now, I don't know what business Etho would have with you at one in the morning… but I doubt it's anything innocent."

"But," Grian tutted, before Scar could interrupt, "You have me in your clutches. I have no way of telling my side that truth from here, though I'm awfully tempted to try."

He dropped his voice to a mere whisper, "I think we both know who would win in a fight."

tl;dr mayor scar and mother spore need to hate fuck i think it would fix them actually

YEEES HATE FUCKING MOTHER SPORE AND MAYOR SCARRRR

YES JAY YES!!

[sourinksoda]

Lyre, liar

Small musing of some story thoughts on the secret life victors final moments.

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"You're a liar"

Flashed a thought, as sudden as the final thunder bolt struck the ground, imposing itself onto the reflection of his eyes.

Scar stumbled, wincing to push the thought aside with a discomforted blink, brushed aside to continue looking for his friend.

"You know she's not there"

The voice pressing deeper into his conscience. Brow furrowing in pain at it's presence, he continues still "Pearl? Hey I know you're-"

"LIAR"

Raged the words, sonically ripping through thoughts and matter, bringing him to his knees. Buckled to the dirt in pain he relents in that moment of all consuming darkness, he is left gasping, mouthing wordlessly to the skies "what-"

"You still act like a hero. You killed her, you killed all of them, you're 'friends'? Don't make us laugh."

The voices lay slack their grasp, vision returning from blacked abyss.

"Scarrrr...."

They taunt.

"We choose YOU, you lie SO well"

Grasp constructing.

"Does that silly little lyre you play fool yourself aswell?"

Soft plucking of strings mockingly fills the air, his grip on this world loosening with every tender note til, nothing, not a sound.

Scar breathes in the deafening silence, "If I don't have friends, how could I have won?"

A tender mocking sincerety resonates through his ears

"Oh Scar, you are a silly thing, we we're always your real friends. We tried showing you over and over, did we not?"

So softly a whisper escapes "ha, i suppose, that's right, always... A villain". Gentle notes soothe his throbbing mind, nursing him to relent his grasp further.

He willingly staggers to his feet, dragging bloodstained grass and ashen clods of dirt forward with his boots til gravel turned to the clack of stone.

Facing the keeper, a guiding surge urges his aching bones to move ever closer to its presence.

Scar muses while his body is dragged by spirits unseen, barely able to fix his gaze after the adrenaline fuelled endeavour. Maybe this was okay, maybe he was the villain he appeared to be, hand forced or not, 'fate' placed him here, all he had to do was allow it to continue his march to the bittersweet end.

He doesn't repel the force moving his fingers across the cold, stained surface of the button before him. Willing what little strength left through them, quickly ending his long, long endeavour.

Free he thought.

Until the voices came again, joyously shreaking his name.

"SCAR, YES ANOTHER ONE TO PLAY WITH"

His eyes widen, what did they-?

In that instance the world itself vanished, leaving a trail of black smoke lingering on, another new star shone brightly in the darkness of the void.

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Afterword:

Yup yup yup : ] Hope you liked that, enjoyed exploring a trail of a thought i had about the ending. So happy that he won, so many amazing moments from this finale ah!

Anyway yes, i plan on making some art of Scar and a lyre, he is such a good swindler of a bard afterall~

[the-cpu-system]

HI i'm new here but i'd LOVE to hear more about your self ship !! and also some handsome jack (+ self-ship?) headcanons 🙇‍♀️✨ do you have any AUs or do you usually stick to canon timeline?

HI!! Sorry this is so late, I need smthin to do in class so im responding to this now lol.

Sorry if this isn't good?? I don't do well with vague questions, BUTTT you wanna hear more about my self ship hmmm?????

I'll give some info about just me and Jack !! Not my self insert. Soooo.. hm. Me and Jack are married!! He's my wife. Not my husband, my wife. I'M his husband. Don't ask ab any of this, its hard to explain. He's my wife. I've liked Borderlands for a little over a year? My ex (at the time boyfriend ig) introduced me through Tales!! Holojack, actually. He was my first introduction to the characters. I do NOT selfship with Holo, though! This is a thing that's like. important! I don't selfship with Holo!!

Me and Jack got together sometime in the middle of my relationship with my ex? Kinda near the end of it. It was me and my exes like,, 4th break up or something. I needed comfort in something and Jack was there! That's when I started to get into Borderlands more and really started to dip into the fandom. He stayed my wife even when I (unfortunately) got back with my ex. Our last real breakup was actually decently recent I'd say, and Jack was there for me :). He's been with me ever since!! I made my self insert when I first started selfshipping with Jack (at that time I didn't even think I was ficto or actually seriously selfshipping) and now he's just slipped away from me and become an oc lol.

Just a little ago, I also got with Mordecai!! He's my gf. He's not my main f/o, but I do talk about him occasionally. It's kinda hard to most times with how unpopular he is? lol.

I do usually stick to canon! With my s/I (Max) x Jack, there's slight canon divergence by the verrry end of it all. Important, sure, cus Max gets Jack to stop with the vault and colonizing Pandora and crap. BUT, everything else is exactly the same! And with Mordecai there's no canon divergence.

The only AU I really have is BnB au? Dragonkeep? I sometimes dabble in that cus I'm a sucker for fantasy. Max is a helf-elf druid, by the way. In BnB.

Jack headcanons!! Yea!! Ive got a lot, mostly silly, but here's a few:

ive said this before but, demiboy (technically). He just says he's a dude. Doesn't correct people when they use he/they for him.

His scar is blue still! It's never not blue. (his scarrrr.. drooolsssss)

He has a prosthetic eye! Glass, not cybernetic. I know a lot of people hc him with an ECHOeye, but idk I just don't think he'd be comfortable with cybernetics

Hes a bottommmmmmm. Switch, actually, but bro likes being dominated (this isn't really a hc ig? This is basically canon)

YEA!!! I'm bout to go to lunch so this is all you're gettin. Sorry it was long!! Hope this answered tho!!

[mayisgoingnuts]

Who would Scar and Danny like out of my OCs? I had a rough idea of who Theo would like but I don't know who Scar and Danny would like

Denny is someone easy to befriend to actually as long as you're a boy- not like he doesn't talk to ANY GIRL EVER buuuut you gotta be very patient and cautious. THIS if it's his age, if it's like an older woman you can just. Give up already. Unless it's like his friend's mom or someone they know, he won't be able to talk to her

Now with Scarrrr hmmmmmm,, he's also easy to befriend when it comes to his side!! He likes talking to people, it's just others who doesn't want to approach him since "he looks like a creep", SO if you're not an asshole and a party pooper (like John is or smth) then FRIENDSHIP!

[carnalcvpid]

jeff with his burn scars because i hate those smooth skin anime jeffs whERE ARE HIS SCARRRRS?????

[quaranmine]

The Babysitting Game

They say it takes a village to raise a child. Well, Grian doesn't have a child but he does have an egg and a village. That’s basically the same thing, right?

Grian acquires an egg. His friends help him.

No romantic relationships or content warnings. Mainly fluff! Hermits: Grian, Mumbo, Pearl, and Scar. My first publish fanfic since 2016 and my first hermitcraft fanfic :D ao3 link and some inspirations to be linked in a reblog

Words: 2862

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"What if I touched it really quick?" Scar asked.

"No, don’t-don’t touch the egg," Grian said seriously. "Look, I even made a sign! It specifically says ‘Do not touch.’" He gestured to the sign in question, but Scar ignored him.

"Can I rub it?" he said. The man leaned over it, studying the object carefully. Grian hadn’t known where to place the egg when he got it, and it was just sitting on an anvil for the time being. He didn’t even have a starter house yet, but clearly he was going to need something soon if he was going to protect the egg from some of the more . . . mischievous residents of their Boatem village.

“No, don’t touch the egg! Scar-” Grian walked closer, hands outstretched, just in time to see Scar reach out with his hand and pat the egg.

Vworp!

The egg disappeared into thin air.

Dragon eggs had a tendency to do that. It was a survival tactic--Grian didn't really know how it worked, but just as endermen could teleport away from danger, so could the egg if it were touched. Now whether or not Scar was dangerous remained up for debate…

Scar giggled. "Oh, where did you go?" he sang, hunting around the area.

Well, he COULD be pretty scary sometimes.

"Scarrrr," Grian whined, helping him look. "I told you not to touch it!"

"It's over here!" Scar shouted, finding the egg at the bottom of a small slope nearby. "Just one more time…." He reached out again.

"No!" Grian said, slapping his hand away. "Look, you've got to pick it up the right way." He demonstrated, carefully lifting the egg and placing it in a pouch slung over his back. He had hurriedly stitched it together not too long ago, worried that transporting the egg normally might break it. “If you do it roughly, you’ll scare it and it’ll teleport away again.”

"I see!" said Scar.

"Now, please, don't touch the egg.”

"Oh," Scar said. He straightened. "You're really serious about this."

Grian glared. "I am."

"I'm sorry, I just thought it was funny!"

Grian sighed. "It's okay, Scar. It's just--this thing is a baby, it needs to be handled gently! You can't just go around scaring it! What if it falls into a hole or something?" he hissed.

"Oh my god," Scar laughed, "you're its mother now!"

"No, no, I'm not!"

"You are!" Scar cried. He suddenly stopped. "Oh no, didn't you kill its mother?"

"Well it doesn't know that!" Grian snapped. "Truthfully I didn't realize there would be an egg! And I couldn't just leave it, you know! Here, look at this." Grian gently withdrew the egg from its pack, and Scar moved closer. He held it up to the sun. "Look at that."

The sun shined dark red through the deep purple shell of the egg, making it glow within. In the middle, the silhouette of a curled up creature was illuminated. Blood vessels radiated outward, and at the bottom there was a blank space that Grian assumed was air. The egg’s shell was too thick for any detail to be made out, but the processes happening within were clear. Grian was enchanted with it.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

"Wow," Scar breathed. "There's actually a dragon in there! What're you gonna do with it after it hatches?"

"Well, I haven't exactly thought that far--I just want to worry about keeping it safe first. I mean, what do you even do with this thing?" Grian put the egg back in its satchel, and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "I suppose you keep it warm and safe but, like, I don't know what else-"

"I could help!" Scar said.

"You were just playing with it!"

"Hey," Scar said defensively, "that was before I knew more about it!"

Grian rolled his eyes.

“What are you guys doing over here?” said Mumbo, wandering over. Grian just knew he’d been up to something, and sure enough, there was a new tree next to his little collection of chests. Grian wasn’t very bothered by it, because he already had a plan to get Mumbo back for it.

“Grian is just showing me his new baby!” Scar teased. “He’s a mom now.”

“I am NOT its mother,” replied Grian tiredly, but he smiled at the sight of the other man.

“A baby?” Mumbo asked, choosing to ignore the rest of Scar’s statement.

“A dragon egg,” Grian answered. “I found it in the End.” He paused for a moment, feeling almost bad. “After I killed the dragon.”

“Grian! You’ve orphaned it!” Mumbo sounded scandalized.

“Why do you all keep bringing that up!?” he defended, glancing between Mumbo and Scar, who both gave him disapproving, albeit playful, looks. “I know you’re Mr. Peace, Love and Plants this time, but we’ve always killed the dragon in every new world!”

“Well, I guess that’s true, but it is a little sad isn’t it? You’re taking care of it but only because you killed its mum.”

“Yeah,” was all Grian said. The dragon always needed to be taken care of in each new world they visited, and while it was always a bit of a shame, he’d never really contemplated it that much. After all, he normally wasn’t the one who fought it--that last time in Evo aside. He didn’t really know what he had gotten into but he felt deeply like he needed to protect this egg. It was like a tug in his chest, drawing him into the egg and telling him not to let go.

“Show him the egg!” Scar said.

“You just want to see it again,” Grian replied, but pulled the egg out of the satchel again anyway for Mumbo to see. The surface of the egg wasn’t smooth, like a chicken’s egg, but bumpy. The purple spots almost seemed to glow, and occasionally little violet particles drifted off of it. Grian felt like he could stare at it in awe all day, and apparently his friends felt the same.

“How’re you going to keep it warm?” asked Mumbo after a moment of admiring it. “That satchel isn’t going to be enough, and to be frank, I don’t see you spending any time sitting on it, even if the mental image is pretty funny.”

Grian rolled his eyes at the comment, but thought about it. How would he incubate it? He may have had wings, but he didn’t know anything about eggs, other than that it was a safe bet to assume it needed to be kept warm. “I'm not sure, actually.”

“Hey, let me design something for you!” Mumbo said excitedly. “I could probably use some redstone and make an incubator of some sort for you.”

Grian smiled. “I’d really appreciate that.”

Asking Mumbo to create a contraption for him--what could go wrong?

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“I’m not wearing this thing, you know.” Grian said, holding the contraption while Mumbo wheezed with laughter in the background. The design that Mumbo had come up with was essentially a backpack with heating elements strung through it, except for one thing . . .

“You-you wear it in the front,” Mumbo choked out, wiping a tear from his eyes.

“Yes, I see that,” Grian replied, unamused.

“Like a swaddle!”

“Yes, I see that.”

Mumbo laughed harder. Grian had to begrudgingly admit that it was well designed, however. It would fit the egg perfectly, keep it warm, and most important it was mobile to ensure that he could take the egg with him. It was thoughtful, especially since Mumbo knew Grian was quite protective of it.

“I’m not wearing this thing,” Grian repeated. “I’m not going to let you all laugh at me while I walk around the server with an egg swaddled to me!”

“I thought you’d say that,” Mumbo chuckled. “Here, you can switch the straps around and turn it into a backpack.” He unclipped the straps and moved them into the new configuration.

“Thank you, Mumbo,” he said gratefully. “This will certainly do the trick.”

“Glad to hear it mate,” Mumbo replied. “Now, while you’re here, may I ask why there is an incredibly tall tree on top of my camper?”

“Sorry, got to go!” blurted Grian, snatching the backpack from Mumbo’s arms and flying off in a burst of feathers.

“That’s unfair, I don’t even have an elytra yet to go chase him down with,” muttered the man as he watched Grian disappear.

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Grian sat in the grass in front of his starter home and rubbed his eyes wearily. He was exhausted. Is this how all parents feel? he wondered. Was he just uniquely unqualified to be one? After all, this was only an egg! It hadn’t even hatched yet and he was already tired of keeping up with it.

Carrying it in the backpack was heavy, and Grian tired out quickly. It was hot on his back, and Grian found himself having to take breaks to avoid overheating. It was also cumbersome, and he found it difficult to build with as it shifted his weight. He almost fell off the roof once while building it! Of course, having wings meant that Grian could catch himself easily, but it had still given him quite the scare. Dragon eggs were pretty sturdy, and would teleport themselves out of danger if possible, but he was still so paranoid about breaking it. And now there was the Boatem Hole to worry about--what if it teleported itself into the void? These things kept Grian awake at night.

But if he left it...well, just like Grian had a tendency to lose items in his chest monsters, he also had a tendency to forget where he placed things. He had been forced to go back and rescue the egg from some place he’d left it more than once, which he wasn’t exactly proud of. What sort of parent forgot their child?

. . . He was definitely not admitting to being its parent.

Oh God, what did I get myself into?

“Hey Grian, what’re you up to?” came a voice, interrupting his thoughts. He looked up and saw Pearl standing over him. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and her hands were in her hoodie pockets. She took a seat on the ground next to him, and followed his gaze overlooking the Boatem village. “What’s on your mind?”

“This--this egg,” said Grian. It sat next to him in its backpack, still radiating heat. “I don’t know what to do with it. I’m just so tired of carrying it around!”

“I have to admit,” Pearl said, “I didn’t expect you to immediately adopt a baby dragon the very next time I saw you.”

“Yeah, well, it was an accident.” Grian groaned. “I don’t know what to do with it now, let alone when it hatches!”

Pearl thought for a moment. “You know, the rest of us are all here for you. The other hermits would be happy to help out, I’m sure.”

The other hermits . . . well of course they would. If it was one thing they were all good at, it was supporting each other. Scar had already taken a particular interest in the egg, although Grian was still a little suspicious of him scaring it again. Mumbo had specially designed an incubator for it. Pearl was visiting him to check up on him and offer help.

All Grian had to do was convince himself to let it go. To let them help.

“I know that but . . .”

“But what? Have you had any reason to believe they wouldn’t?” Pearl asked.

“Well, no.” He thought for a while. He thought of how his friends would lend materials when needed, or how they’d help replace someone’s armor and items if they were lost. He thought about the days where they all teamed up and chose one hermit to help out, and he thought about all the things they did for the good of the entire community without even being asked.

His desire to protect the egg was strong, and putting it into the hands of another person almost felt like simultaneously a betrayal of the egg itself and the biggest leap of faith he could take. But the hermits were good at leaps of faith, because someone was always there to catch you.

“You think it’d be okay?”

“I know it’ll be okay,” Pearl replied. “I haven’t been here very long but from what I’ve seen, I know they’d all help. They wouldn’t hurt it. They might be a little mischievous sometimes,” she said, glancing at Scar’s house, “but they know how important it is and would be happy to help. They helped you before, didn’t they?”

Pearl was right, of course. Nobody on the server had any desire to hurt the egg. He trusted that. If there was anyone that he could trust, it was them.

But how would he get them all to essentially sign up for babysitting?

An idea struck him, and Grian scrambled to his feet. “Pearl, you’re brilliant. Thank you!”

She blinked, a little startled. “Always happy to help.”

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Grian stood back, admiring his work. A near perfect duplicate of the egg that was currently sitting in the backpack slung around his shoulder, but at a much larger scale. It was built out of obsidian blocks and crying obsidian for the spots, and if Grian was pretty proud of how it looked.

If Grian knew anything, it was that his friends loved minigames. And Grian was not above gently exploiting that fact to get a little help--just like barge game from the last world, where he managed to get his friends to help mine out the stone from next to his mansion. Just slap the title of “game” on something and you could get a hermit to sign up for anything.

“Now . . . I just have to write the signs on the inside.”

The game Grian had come up with was officially called Tegg--he needed to stay on brand with his tag games in every world--but he’d mentally been calling it “The Babysitting Game” for a while now. Because that’s what it really was--each hermit who signed up would also sign up to watch the egg and keep it safe. He set to work outlining the rules.

RULE ONE: Protect the egg and keep it safe.

RULE TWO: Keep the egg incubated or it’ll die.

RULE THREE: Keep a close eye on the egg.

RULE FOUR: Call Grian if it starts to hatch.

Satisfied, he wrote out the rest of the instructions. Because it was a game, he wanted to make it fun for the hermits too, so he’d decided to make it like a scavenger hunt. People were allowed to take the egg, provided they adhered to the rules, and were encouraged to hide it and keep it safe. Otherwise, someone else who wanted to have it could get it. The safer the egg was, the less likely for someone else to find it. The winner was whoever had the egg the longest when it finally hatched. Grian didn’t know how long that would take, but he didn’t want to miss it either, hence rule four.

Yep, totally outsourcing his babysitting onto his friends.

Grian squinted at his wall of signs, before placing one final sign at the bottom: Grian will track the game and has final say on points and rules!

“That should do it,” he mumbled. He still wanted to keep an eye on the egg, to make sure that he knew who had it and how many people’s hands it had gone through. After all, he was the one ultimately responsible for it.

Grian pulled the egg out of the backpack and carefully placed it on the ground. He’d somehow made a habit of just speaking to it every now and then--he had no idea if the little dragon could hear anything in there, but he liked to think that it could. “Hey there,” he whispered, and stroked the top of the egg. “Some new people are going to start taking you pretty soon, but it’s okay. They’re going to give me some help and make sure you’re safe.”

He paused, taking in the little room he’d made and the wall of signs he’d written with meticulous instructions for the egg’s care. It may have been the first thing he’d built for this egg, but he had a feeling it wouldn’t be his last. A baby dragon was a commitment and for the first time Grian really let himself think about what that meant, beyond just an egg that he had to carry around. Would he house it? Train it? Let it stay by his side? Would he love it?

I think I already do, he thought.

He thought of the hermits--their mischievousness, their pranks, their hard work, their friendship, and their goodness at heart. They were his family, now. What was one more addition?

“It’s okay,” he whispered to the egg. “I trust them all with my life, but more importantly, I trust them with yours.”

[siren07tucker]

Oops, I, did it, again! I might do a few songs that happen before this I don’t know? This won’t make sense if you hadn’t seen my version of satisfied!

Now presenting congratulations Grian and Scar addition!

Grian Panicking in his office. Scar opens the door.

Grian smiling: Scar!

Scar calmly walking towards him: Grian~ Congratulations. You invented a new kind of stupid!

Scar turns around an Open his arms: A damage you can never undo kind of stupid! A open all the cages in Cleos zoo kind of stupid! Clearly you didn’t think this through kind of stupid!

Scar gently rubs his temples in frustration: let’s review. You took a rumor, maybe two? People know refuted it. By sharing a AFFAIR! Which no one has accused you!

Scars face softens: Grian. I beg you to take a break.

Scar glares at Grian: you refused to! Oh so scared about what your competition will do to you! Well guess what you’re the only enemy you ever seem to lose too! Do you wanna know why Dream can do what he wants! He doesn’t dignify schoolyard tonsor with a response!

Scar walking away from Grian: so yeah congratulations!

Grian quietly: scar~

Scar angerly: ha You redefined your legacy~ congratulations

Grian grabs scar’s wrist: it was an active diplomatic sacrificing!

Scar: sacrifice~ ha!

Scar staring at Grian blankly, A small smile on his face: I languish as I watch you and mumbo become lovers and have a family! I still get weak in the knees when I receive one of your letters. I look at you and think oh what have we done with our lives and where will it get us~ well it doesn’t wipe the tears or the years away! But I’m back in the jungle and I’m here to stay. And you know what I’m here to do?

Grian with a small smile  and hope in his eyes, tries to grab his hand: scar?

Scar Pulls away and glares: i’m not here for YOU!

Scar gets in Grian’s face: I know Mumbo like I know my own mind! Grian you will never find another man that’s so trusting and kind! And 1 million years ago he said to me (Scar uses his magic to make a copy of Younger Mumbo) “scarrrr! this one’s mine!”

Scar has tears in his eyes and Grian is Speechless: so I stood by~ do you know why! I Love my best friend more than anything in my life I willingly chose His happiness over mine! And I know I’ll do it every time! Mmuuummmbbooo! Is the best thing in our lives! So you better Not lose site that you were blessed with the best!

Scar walking away: so congratulations! For the rest of your Days! Every sacrifice you make will be for Mumbo and your son! Grian so help me gods you better give them the best life! Congratulations~

[unfortunate-arrow]

Day 13: M - Muscles.- Conor and Ruth

[Link to the challenge here.]

[The otp+ show off their muscles, or lack their of, flexing for their partner(s).]

Ruth sighs as she walks through the construction site. She’s not technically supposed to be here. But, she was meeting Conor for lunch and she really wanted to see the project that he and his crew were working on. Plus, all her tutoring sessions had ended early. 

She spots him quite easily. Conor’s shirtless, as it’s an extremely rare boiling day. The scars on his back are raised, and a light pink. They’ve faded over the years and are no longer the bright red that had been when they started dating. His back muscles are very impressive. They ripple as he pounds something with the hammer. She knows that he’s unusual for a wizard and for an architect.

Ruth’s eyes rake over his back. His bare back is something that she rarely sees. She swallows as he turns around. Conor sweeps a hand across his forehead, brushing away the short brown strands of hair that have stuck there. He’s sweaty and his glasses are off. She watches him reach into the back pocket of his jeans and pull out the protective case they’re in. He gently puts them on. His blue eyes meet hers and she grins. 

“Hey, love,” she calls out. 

“Ruth?” Conor asks, his voice filled with confusion. 

“Yeah. My sessions finished early. So, I thought I’d come for lunch early.” 

“Oh. Can you toss me that towel?” 

Ruth follows the direction of his finger and picks up the navy towel. She tosses it to him. Conor takes the towel and rubs it over his face. He also drags it across his torso. He's got the beginnings of a six-pack, along with scars that are also raised and a light pink. Ruth swallows. 

Conor smirks. “L-l-like what you s-see?” he asks. 

“Well, yeah. When the hell did you get so muscled?” she asks. 

“Running, boxing, and just general hard labor.” 

“Well, you certainly look good.” 

“Really? Even with the s-scarrrrs?” 

“Conor, your scars weren’t what I noticed first.” 

“What was it?” 

“Your muscles. They’re very impressive.” 

Conor smirks again and flexes his arm. “Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

He grins widely at her and steps closer. “Toss me my shirt?” 

Ruth sighs but quickly locates the gray t-shirt. She wraps her fingers around the soft material (seriously how is it that men’s t-shirts are so damn soft?) and tosses it to him. Conor smiles and pulls the shirt over his head. Ruth makes a little noise as the shirt covers her husband’s bare skin and impressive muscles. He steps closer to her and presses his lips to hers. She can taste the salt from sweat and her nostrils are filled with the smell of sweat and sunscreen. Underneath that, though, she can make out the distinctive scent of him, that sharp, clean smell that’s distinctly masculine. 

[oh-beyond]

Bias tag(s)

Tagged by my hoe sis @vonseok

Rules: write down the last 15 associated tags with your bias.

#Suhito #fuck my entire existence 

#my Lu #fuck my entire existence x 2

#the most prettiest of them all

#why does he look so perfect please halp

#a true king look bitches Kim Junmyeon is the true emperor of the world

#thank you China for bringing the Lu into our lives

#are them eyes even possible Minnie? #grrrrr #feline eyes #tiger man

#THE LOWER LIP SCARRRRRR #THE FOREHEAD MOLEEEEEE (Luhan)

#THE UPPER LIP MOLEEEEEE #THE NOSE BRIGDE SCARRRR (Suho)

#I don’t need to be bias wrecked Oh Jawkneeeeee #dear SM how dare you leave this person in the basement for so long?

#you lil shit (Chen)

#My bunny #my peach #my velvety #my porcelain doll (Suho)

#my deer #my sunshine #optical illusion (Luhan)

#Baekhoe stay in your line #look is the hoe that can’t stay in his line

#Oh Sehun #Oh beyond anything I can describe into words

OMG the realisation of how much of a hoe I am… *cries* I love moles? Scars in pretty boys faces? Eyes? I am a fan of those… 

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