#allay!scar

[stiffyck]

allay scar inspired by @applestruda​

started coloring it before i got tired and realised i wouldnt finish it anyway. so, heres the partially colored version.

[mochiwrites]

There’s birds chirping outside Grian’s window as he steps into the living space of his cottage, a bowl of water in his hands and rolls of bandages floating behind him, highlighted in glowing red.

His dark eyes sweep over the two men seated on his couch, and takes in their drastically differing expressions. One of them is smiling, peaceful and content despite the scratches covering his skin. There’s a bruise on his forehead, and his arm is most definitely broken, but he looks completely unbothered by it.

The man next to him is looking off to the side, his arms are crossed over his chest, brows pressed together and sitting low on his forehead. He looks just as injured as his friend, though he appears significantly less pleased about it. There’s a tear in the sleeve of his shirt, and Grian can see the blood drying against his pale skin.

Grian pauses right in front of them, “I don’t have much medical supplies, so we’ll have to make do with these.” He gestures at the floating objects behind him.

The smiling man looks up at him and his green eyes shine pleasantly, “Oh, not at worry! The hospitality is very much appreciated!”

The bowl of water is set down on the nearby table as Grian moves to pull a stool over. He places it down right in front of the two men before sitting down himself. The bandages float over to the table and Grian motions them down with his finger. “I’ll run out to town later and grab some actual supplies,” he says, eyes trailing over to the smiling man. He quirks a brow, “What did you say your names were?”

“We didn’t,” the brooding man cuts in, voice low and terse.

Grian frowns at him as he dips the towel on his shoulder into the water. “Well then can I know them?” he snarks in reply, and the smiling man laughs.

“The name’s Scar, and my grumpy companion is Mumbo,” Scar explains. He looks at Grian with an inquisitive gaze, though there’s something else within his eyes. Grian can’t quite tell what it is, but when he looks at Scar’s eyes he feels electricity zip through him. He suppresses a shiver. Scar smiles at him, but it appears just a tad too sharp, “And what may your name be, oh kind and benevolent stranger?”

“Grian,” he answers blankly, finding himself sitting up straighter on the stool. His insides twist and curdle with Scar’s eyes on him like this, feeling as the man is trying to see something that isn’t on the surface.

“And you’re a witch?” Scar questions, and the movement is minute, the way his eyes squint ever so slightly.

Electricity crackles in the air, charging each particle and making it taste static on Grian’s tongue. It almost feels like a stand off, like Grian should choose his words carefully else a fight in his home may break out. Or his mysterious and injured guests may just show themselves out at the very doorstep they randomly appeared on.

Slowly, Grian nods, “I am.” He watches Scar’s expression carefully, noting from the corner of his eyes the way Mumbo seems to stiffen. “I don’t see how that’s relevant right now though,” he says, motioning for Scar to move closer, “your injuries are much more important.”

Much like lightning cracking in the sky, or two sparks of electricity meeting, whatever charge was building in the atmosphere around them bursts. It quickly fizzles out and disperses, leaving only weak charges of static behind.

It makes Grian relax almost immediately, the hairs on the back of his neck no longer standing on edge. His shoulders drop slightly, letting his guard fall.

Scar offers him a smile and a soft secret chuckle as he leans in, and Grian has to bring the stool closer in order to reach him the way he needs to.

He dips the towel into the bowl once again, taking Scar’s chin in his hand to move him the way he needs to. He scowls as the light just isn’t working for him and with his free hand, he takes his finger and draws a circle in the air. It glows red as it forms from his fingertip before morphing and curling in on itself, becoming a sphere of light that glows warmly. “Much better,” Grian hums before carefully dragging the soaked towel against Scar’s skin.

Silence stretches over the living room as Grian works on patching up his mysterious guests’ injuries.

[anony-mouse-writer]

cub, baffled by this man who is the strangest fellow he's ever met and clearly overcompensating for a complete lack of vex instincts but also has magic and abilities couldn't be anything but a vex

of course, half a decade later when he meets an allay for the first time, he valiantly resists the urge to put his face thru a wall repeatedly and with force

wait allay scar would be such a funny idea bc he and cub never seemed quite on the same page about how vexes work. itd make a lot of sense if it turned out that he was actually a whole different cousin species that nobody knew existed until 1.19.

[alienssstufff]

📝 :)

THIS was actually the last drawing I drew since last night . The they :]

+pics from the scab folder

[applestruda]

Pwease consider

Allay Scar but he's a little guy

I'm considering

[allay-uxini]

Scar, the Mounders and the Roomies

So you remember how during secret life the mounders and the roomies had their battle in the towers and how Scar just kinda showed up and on a whim decided to join the mounders. If you really think about it Scar should be nowhere near this battle, it does nothing for him as he could have just stayed on the ground to preserve hearts and avoid taking damage, he has zero loyalties to either side and barely cares for which team would remain on top. And yet, somehow, this battle had Everything to do with Scar.

Why?

Because EVERY single person he had ever had a connection to was in that battle

let’s look at the mounders

Joel: last life ally, were once Magical Mountain and even though their alliance was short, he still was one of the (surprising) few people scar had a connection with (I need to make posts about “looks like you’ve found your alliance Scar” and “Scar sends his regards”)

Bdubs: limited life ally, his brother from the Clockers family

Pearl: though weren’t quite allies they had a strong friendship in double life with torturing each others soulmates with powdered snow

then there are the roomies

Cleo: limited life ally, his mother from the Clockers family

Etho: his absent father in limited life who he had a messy relationship with but he had plenty of moments with him so it still counts

Grian: 3rd life and double life ally, his soulmate and partner in monopolies

There wasn’t a single person in that battle who wasn’t strongly related to Scar and every person Scar had a proper relationship with in the life series was in that battle, yet he was an outsider, never supposed to be in the fight, but he somehow still manages to get involved. The fact that this was all COMPLETELY unscripted yet stuff like this happens blows my mind

[desertduality]

Here to beat up your anxiety with fluff:

Allay Scar. He absolutely adores music and will randomly spun if he hears music.

If he laughs there's that's sorta allay chime in his voice that makes his laugh slightly breathy and very allay-like.

He stims by dropping and picking up blocks over and over again

AAAAA i love the allay laugh detail that's so cute asjkdjks I'm imagining the hermits sometimes leave little trails of blocks for him to follow and he gets little gifts at the end <33 enrichment time

[convexicalcrow]

The Evoker known as Cub stood on the mountain, looking at a large collection of dangling mobs, most of whom had been turned upside down. Scar, his Vex, perched on his shoulder, and Cub was sure he'd never met a Vex filled with so much rage before. But that had its uses.

"Is this the player who hurt you, Scar?" Cub said.

The Vex hissed. Yes. Gave. Armour that hurt. To me. Attacked me! Made me kill him! Allay help not hurt! Now just want to hurt.

Cub hadn't heard the Vex speak with such difficulty before. But of course he was always looking for ways to hurt players, and perhaps this was an opening.

"Tell me more about this player. How can we hurt him?" Cub asked.

Come. There is a hall, Scar said.

Cub followed the Vex into the circular base and down into a tunnel on the highest level. Here, there were chests and barrels, and upon inspection, it seemed to be this player seemed to be collecting every item possible.

See, this chest, master, this one. There is one missing. He craves it, master. He will do anything for it, master, Scar said, urging him to look into one chest in particular.

Cub opened the chest to find all the precious ores represented, save for one. Deepslate emerald ore. Very difficult to find, but greed is always a good motivator.

"Well, well, well. Now, how did you come to find out about this player's desires, Scar?" Cub said.

He talks. Always talks. I hear things of course, Scar said.

"Of course, of course. And I'm guessing your reason for bringing me here is to get revenge on this player, yes?" Cub said.

He must hurt like I hurt, master. I could not stomach it before, when all I desired was to help. But now he must hurt too, Scar said.

Cub brought the little Vex into his arms and cradled it against his chest. Scar was very emotional for a Vex, and its little body was trembling in his hands. Allays usually didn't carry pain like this, and perhaps that was also why Scar was his favourite. The Vex was unique and had become his constant companion. This Vex Cub would protect with his life if it came to it.

"Well, if that rare ore is what this player craves, then that will be the lure. Oh, I have not set traps like this in a long time. Your revenge will be had, little one, don't you worry about that," Cub said.

[vexcraft]

thinking about allay cub

[hermit-agere]

Allay Scar.

He loves playing with all sorts of blocks. He likes throwing them on the ground and picking them up repeatedly.

Sometimes a hermit will play with him by simply giving him different blocks to take and examine.

He also loves music! He will dance and squeal in delight if you play him any kind of music!

[stiffyck]

more allay scar

[mochiwrites]

title: wrap your hands around my soul (and hold it gently, please?)

warning(s): graphic depictions of violence

chapter(s): 1/?

relationship(s): scar/grian/mumbo

summary:

And as he approaches his home, he sees the silhouettes of two people collapsed on his doorstep.

Wings fluffing up in alarm, Grian hurries to approach.

Passed out on the ground are two men, and they appear to be injured. Grian grimaces at the blood that’s spilling into the grass below before turning his attention to the two strangers at his doorstep.

The brown haired one is covered in bruises, and his face is twinged with pain, even in sleep. His arm is at an odd angle, making Grian grimace. Though it's the man’s companion that makes Grian worry. He seems to be bleeding, but Grian can’t tell how bad it is. Not from this angle anyways.

But most importantly, there’s magic radiating from the two of them.

read on ao3 here!

PARROT COVEN IS FINALLY HEREEEEEE !!!!! I’m so excited about this :D there’s a lot of fun things ahead :3 and lots of world building to be done! but first, the boys need to meet :3

[minecraftbookshelf]

Me: * has so many more productive things I could be doing* Also Me: "I should make a list, with reference images, about what kinds of wings different mcyt character/persona/whatevers have"

Anyway I've been on wikipedia looking at moth and bird pictures and its been fun

[lorelxlz]

the idea of scar being a vex and grian being an allay

they look like their species but act the complete opposite, and at a certain point nearly no one’s sure which one they are - they’re both still mischievous though, true to their nature :]]

(ive barely used tumblr before bear with me ueueu)

[applestruda]

I am willing to give you all my earthly possessions for more little allay Scar

Hes chillin in cub's pocket

[allay-uxini]

D2, scar? For the game

POV Scar adopts his upmteenth Jelly Panada in double life

Ask game

Artist ramblings under the cut:

The best feeling an artist can having is actually being proud of their work, the second best feeling is realising your art isn’t good and actually being okay about it.

I’m actually kinda happy with how this turned out, there’s ALOT I need to get better at but I had SOOO much fun making this! I can’t wait to do the rest of these challenges!