#I'M SORRY?

[momo-roo]

Based on THIS POST by @jenny-blightwood.

[limonnitsa]

Leander+Sebastian = LESBIAN

shipnames go wild nowadays

@rypnami tribute

[anxietygremlin7]

Among the Wildflowers and the Lilies

So maybe Scar missed a few punches, a few hits. Maybe he stumbled a bit over a mound of sand and lost his balance. So what? He knew Grian was going to win anyways.

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The Cactus Ring; we all know it and we all have a love-hate relationship with it. So here's my take on what went down inside that prickly round shape (can you tell I'm having trouble disconnecting from the comedy for this very not-comedy fic?)

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Hello there! Welcome to my first Desert Duo fic :)

This is not to say that they haven't been consuming my brain for an excessively long time, I've just never really written anything for them before this. (I wrote a very rough draft of this months ago, but with Wild Life and one of my friend's watching Third Life for the first time, I was brought back to this thing so I polished it up and here it is!)

Anyways, this fic (if you couldn't tell by the slightly strange title) is a song fic! I listened to Overgrown Garden by Beetlebug (you should totally listen to it while reading this fic) and just couldn't get the first few lines of this fic out of my head; so I wrote 'em down and (after much editing) here we are!

Ao3 link if you'd prefer:

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So maybe Scar missed a few punches, a few hits. Maybe he stumbled a bit over a mound of sand and lost his balance. So what? He knew Grian was going to win anyways, even if he claimed it was a double victory they both knew it couldn’t be, only one of them could win this game, he just wanted to make it easier. It was better this way. For both of them. Maybe Scar had known, some small part of him had always known, that if it came down to it, a battle between the two of them, that Grian was going to win. So what, if from the moment they met in this new world and Grian promised his first life to Scar, Scar had also, without saying it, pledged his last two lives to Grian? So what.

Maybe Scar had always feared that Grian was going to go back on his promise, that he was going to leave. Especially after his first death in the ruins of the desert, his vow then fulfilled. But Grian stayed, despite his joking protest, despite what should have been fear around a Red Life, despite something that should have meant nothing. Despite everything, he stayed. And Scar could only hope it meant more than nothing to him too.

And hope he did as he punched and dogged and backed into a cactus. As he missed and stumbled and fell. As he smiled and laughed and joked. As he slowly died for the third time and for the first time.

Grian laughed too, tears running down his face, his eyes shining, black glinting almost purple in the bright sunlight. He smiled back at Scar, even though it seemed to hurt, jaw clenched and teeth grinding. Scar’s smile brightened, as much as it could at the moment, as he tried not to hope too much. Hope for things he wasn’t sure he could ever have. But he had had them; a hand in his in the dark of the night, a feathery wing shoved in his face in the morning, shared laughter while laying traps. So maybe it wasn’t too much to hope. Just this once. To hope for something that he could maybe have.

 And as Grian cried and Scar’s health bar declined, he began to cry too, smile never leaving his face, sliver of hope never leaving his heart.

Scar was lucky, he knew that. He had been given time and space to build a life with Grian, however strange it was, to spend time with the man who was his whole world. He didn’t regret any of it, not the killing, not the dying, not the betraying, nothing, because he got to do it all with Grian, side-by-side as they ran through a desert, tripping on piles of sand and laughing as they fell. Though, maybe Scar did have one regret, but even that wasn’t too bad. He just hadn’t said those three words to Grian, those three little words that can mean so little but also so much.

Now there was no time, or at least very little of it, so Scar planned to make the most of what he had. As he became weaker and weaker, red tinting the edges of his vision, blood dripping off the backs of his knuckles, he tripped over a rock, falling onto the ground. Grian fell to his knees beside him, tears falling from his face dampening the sand around them. Some of the tears landed on Scar, tracing darker paths through the dust coating his skin, tiny little lines like cracks in the untouched ground of a desert.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Scar,” Grian muttered, voice cracking, sounding just as broken as Scar felt. Everything hurt, his limbs felt heavy with lead, his cuts and scrapes brushed painfully against the sand, and yet he felt numb to it all, eyes focused on Grian’s own scrapes and bruises littering his beautiful face, creased in pain.

“I’m sorry too,” Scar replied, voice weak. He still smiled through the pain, looking up at his Grian. At his world. At the man he had devoted his life too; all of his lives too. 

Grian just cried more, shuffling to bring Scar into something like a hug, his clipped wings wrapping around them; his head buried in Scar's shoulder, muttering apologies between tears.

Grian’s red sweater was in tatters, draping across his body like poorly wound bandages. It was hard to see the blood on it, red blending together to the point where it was hard to tell what was clean and what was stained. All of it was stained. Scar knew, he knew what each drop of blood on that once pristine red sweater was. Each new stain a step closer to victory and whatever that meant–whatever came with it. 

Scar was only sorry he couldn't get to be there with Grian. To help him take off the tatters of his sweater. Maybe he would try to mend it, but Scar had never been very good at sewing or knitting, so maybe they would get him a new one. One without all the stains and the blood and the pain that had sunk into these few tatters Grian had left.

“Hey, Grian,” Scar’s voice was weak, barely a whisper, as he struggled to get the words past his uncooperating lips, but Grian still heard him, Grian always heard him, “I never got the chance to tell you this but I think I can now.” 

Grian looked up and their eyes met. Scar reached up with all of his little remaining strength and cupped Grian’s face with his hand. The touch was gentle, Scar always tried to be gentle even if he wasn’t sure he could be. Grian deserved it, he deserved gentle after everything he had been through. The blood on his palms stained Grian’s cheeks, though neither of them cared, red had become their life. Another tear fell from Grian’s eye and landed on his cheek; Scar brushed it away with a barely-there touch of his thumb.

 “I love you,” the emission made Scar feel lighter, or maybe that was just the blood loss. It felt like he had finally done what he had been meant to do. Three little words, a few movements of the mouth, nearly nothing, and yet to Scar, it meant everything. 

Grian seemed to break at his words, holding Scar even tighter and turning to cry into the hand still gently resting on his cheek. “Please-please…don’t make this harder,” he said through tears. Scar just did his best to hold him as his life slowly drained.

“Just…just thought…you should…know,” Scar forced himself to speak one last time, cracked lips pulling apart, pain consuming his entire being.

And as Scar’s hand fell from Grian’s face, and his breath stopped, and his heartbeat slowed to nothing, he barely heard Grian mutter something through his growing sobs.

“I love you too.”

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Hello again, so nice of you to drop by! (totally not like you just read smth else written by me lol) :)

Hopefully you enjoyed that, even if it did make you wanna punch me in the face (please get in line, I have a few friends who would definitely need to go first (you know who you are, love you guys<3))

I love Desert Duo and I love Third Life; it has my heart (even tho Wild Life is shaping up to be an amazing season and Desert Duo is so back!)

Anyways, thanks for reading!

[navybrat817]

Okay, lovlies. I think I'm done for now? I'm... sorry?

[astarionhistears]

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗.

[ 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴 ] 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙸 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 '𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖' 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝙼𝙼 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙼𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 : 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍.

[remuslupinschocolat3]

still can't get over the fact that Sosuke saw this:

And his first reaction was "omg a goldfish" brother I get you're five years old but you live by the ocean please be fr

still my favorite Ghibli movie ever but it's so funny to me

[blessed-bruises]

bro what the fuck is wrong with you. like actually. that's insane

[anya-fe]

[lollipopsie]

why is anything else trending i thought this was a fucking respectable website

[grapejuicegay]

hey @sammie-lightwood-bane, I saw you on @respectthepetty's post. this is for you and all the other yak tattoo enjoyers

[baby-yongbok]

It seems that my seasonal depression has prompted me to start my angst writing era. Cause once I sit in front of my computer, the only things that I can seem to write are things that could make people sob 😭 Don't worry, there will be happy endings (sometimes but not really)

[unparalleledtrash]

Because I've got nothing better to do...

✨my unpopular/underrated ships in TCF that either needs no explanation or is in desperate need of one✨

1. Rosalyn and Beacrox

2. Hannah and Mary

3. Tasha and Shawn

4. Jopis and Bud Illis

5. Gilbert and Amiru

[filthystill]

@teethearted liked.

You pulled on the wrong thread. You're in too deep. Thrashing around in the dark. It was no mistake that led you here. This is fate, destiny, you were born for this -- whatever the hell this was.

You told him he would die. You told something ageless you would cut it's head off. This is the repercussions.

Somewhere between life and death, in the eternal darkness, on the trail he walked came snow, crunching under heavy boots. He was back now. Fully. This is real. Blood is pumping through his black veins. Keep going. Push on. It wasn't the first time he'd zoned in, with little knowledge of what was going on, drinking himself sober on a beach somewhere, in-between painting walls with brain-matter. What a life.

Lights danced in the distance. Reflective. Bobbing up and down, getting closer. Those weren't lights. Jackals cackled in the dark, jaws drooped open, white teeth and glowing eyes in the dark. You were made for this.

And the jaws rise up, dripping tongue, the beast was a lie, a figment, he knew what it was. He knew what they did, how they worked, fitting they greet him as death spat him back out. Eternal curse, or broken mind. Didn't matter. Teeth sunk into his nose, and it was on.

He ripped them apart with his hands. Tore them limb from limb. When he was finished, he spat fetid meat into the snow, stained it black. The sky had returned, beaming stars, glistening galaxies, was the night always this bright? Had the fog lifted?

He wasn't alone. Him, the stars, and someone else. Hairs on the back of his neck had been standing to attention the whole time, he'd assumed it was the dogs, no, there was another shape in the dark. Didn't mean to drop the way he did, instinct, startled bear rolling on his back, "who's there?!" barked into the dark.

[delphi-dreamin]

OH HEY I'M HOME!!!!

I've almost died trying to get up several times, but the cats have been all over me since I got home. Moose decided that she was the only one who got mommy snuggles immediately upon my return. She took a couple hours and then let somebody else have a turn. So it was really sweet, and I love them from the bottom of my heart and I missed them dearly this last week.

I have a suction dressing on my back and a regular dressing on my tummy and I'm still supposed to be chilling out, but also getting up and doing things. I still need to find the balance. But I'm working on it. I'll try to keep you guys updated as I can!

[daydreamerwonderkid]

you WISH the joker would fuck you

NO, I really do N O T.