#castor.exe

[boundbysand]

scar "constantly a third wheel to joel flirting" goodtimes

well that's awkward 🤝 you two need to get a room 🤝 i am gonna be on my way

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*cracks knuckles*

@captainobviois the amount of fun i have reading your fics is unmatched dude, your writing is just so goddamn enjoyable and your world building is so smooth i adore how easily sucked in i get. i just get so much joy from your writing

@mochiwrites you are my absolute favorite writer of prose, i feel so solidly in your mc’s head it’s amazing. the incredible detail and thought put into your writing is sooo sick, and your characterization & scene setting are always wonderful

@egglegg101 ik you don’t post your stuff but gOd you are the hurt/comfort king no one can form a wound in a character then sew it up as nicely as you do. your writing is so fun to read (even if it hurts me sometimes) and you are so fun to go over ideas with

need more appreciation for the fic writers of this fandom. i want to see more of those posts where people give shoutouts to their favorite artists but for writers. and more reblogs (!!!) under writers’ posts

[kitty-pins-supremacy]

ehehe.. i rreeally like this.. :3

[boundbysand]

power to the people i will never shut up about scar rejecting offers of allying with the heart foundation and the mounders only to say yes to both grian and the roomies and both times having something in the game pop up and prevent him from joining

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thinking about how scar and grian were forced together in double life when they were at their worst coming out of last life. they were soul bound and forced onto the same team when it was obvious wounds were still fresh.

and then they were forced apart in secret life when they finally felt secure enough to team again of their own volition. the nature of scar’s task kept him from saying yes to allying with grian, and now grian is part of the roomies.

the watchers really do just want a more interesting show, huh?

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i don’t think we talk enough about how grian and scar make a great villain duo. let desert duo be a little evil every once in a while

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// secret life spoilers

just sent a five minute voice message losing my mind about how grian has not formed any alliances or built a base or anything because he was following around scar the entire session going “we should do these things”

and then made a space for his base right across the river from scar??

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so there’s a pretty common interpretation of life series scar’s design i enjoy where he has one of grian’s feathers whether as an earring or some sort of accessory on his person. so let’s just assume this is part of his design for the moment. i see it pretty often in third life, double life, and even last life. not as much for limited life.

let’s imagine that scar doesn’t wear it in limited life. he’s finally found a new, lasting alliance with people other than grian. they’re on different teams and he finally lets himself take the feather off and maybe puts it aside in a safe place.

does he take it out in secret life, does he start wearing it again? or does he leave it in his secret chest in the back of trader scar’s? maybe he goes back home one night, after grian says “give me your heart” and hands him cactus, and scar pulls it out of the chest. he admires it with the culmination of five seasons of yearning and considers putting it back on- it’d be so easy to just switch out the earring.

but he can't. grian’s joined another alliance. scar is alone again. no matter how friendly they’ve been this season, they’re still not allies and scar can’t let himself be blinded by the sun another time.

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okay, so. if we were to put aside all possible desert duo bias, do we really think scar would’ve teamed with grian in sl if his task was different? he very casually danced out of offers of alliances with both the heart foundation and the mounders. i’m not sure if grian’s offer was different or if scar would’ve done the same thing he did to other teams. please discuss

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scar and grian making the suspicious stew for decked out without even checking to see if anyone had the same idea before going to ridiculous lengths to get it is far too reminiscent of their attempt at a dark oak monopoly in 3l

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i can’t stop thinking about a silly cosplayer scarian au where they meet because they both cosplay from the popular superhero duo hotguy & cuteguy

i have way too many wips to work on this so feel free to use the idea if you want it just won’t leave my brain alone lmfao

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obsessed with the idea of a s10 scarian au where grian is a Creature of the Sea who can appear human during the day but still likes to spend his time near the water, fishing for hours and catching nothing, and scar is a wildlife photographer who is simultaneously enraptured by the handsome man he sees fishing all the time (and may or may not snag some pictures of when the man is distracted) and obsessed with getting a good, proper photo of the Giant Fish™️ he keeps getting the smallest glimpses of at night.

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happy 3l anniversary, take a full excerpt of my 3l scarian oneshot <3 -

Being red heightened Scar's senses in a way he never would've thought possible. If he focuses hard enough, he can almost feel the beating of Grian's heart, he can almost see the vein of his pulse protruding from his neck. It was beautiful and tempting and horrifying. Scar finally manages to pull his eyes away from Grian when he gets the sudden urge to rip it out with his teeth.

He doesn't know what to make of these thoughts, doesn't know which of them are really his and which of them are the ghosts of his past lives possessing him. No one else is red yet. Just Scar. How can he know for sure that this is the effect of dying twice? How does he know he's not just using the hostility as an excuse to let his subconscious run rampant?

His thoughts about Grian are typically more lust-filled than violent, but maybe there's something about being red that lowers his inhibitions and intensifies the thoughts. It's not awful, honestly. It's a bit horrifying, yes, but the horror is overcome by the knowledge of how good Grian looks in his sweater, and the thought of how he'd look even prettier covered head to toe in red.

Not now, Scar thinks. In due time.

Grian will be red eventually and Scar will be able to relish in it as much as he wants then, but for now, Scar is focused on keeping him by his side.

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'With Grian's back turned mostly towards him, Scar can't make out exactly what he's doing, but he can still admire the way Grian's shoulder blades flex as he works. One of the first things Scar realized about being red was that any preexisting lust he might've experienced was almost doubled in intensity and, along with that, was becoming nearly impossible to differentiate from bloodlust. Any longing he was experiencing mixed with violent urges, any warm feeling he got from watching Grian's muscled back was polluted by blood trickling into his gut.'

(paragraph from a wip)

[boundbysand]

i can scarce get by

life series (ambiguous, written with secret life in mind) scar character introspection drabble. 731 words. warnings are a bit difficult to word for this- i'd say cw for self loathing/hatred and manipulation.

Scar has never been sure of who he is, but he's more than sure of what he can do. Whether that's a good thing or not is up in the air.

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Scar's smiles do not meet his eyes.

They rarely do, at least. At this point he's almost never sure if they're real or not in the moment. He realizes, afterward, how much energy it had been taking to paste them on. How much he just wants to sleep now. Sleep doesn't seem to be enough, never will be, but he thinks it's the most he'll get. Anything more is unreasonable to wish for.

He wishes, time and time again, that his cheerfulness could be real. That it didn't feel performative most of the time.

Then he smiles at people again, sharp and with too many teeth, fake fake fake, and doesn't think they deserve his real smile. If they believe him, if they're this easy to trick, then he'd rather keep any genuine joy to himself.

It makes him sick.

Whether what makes him feel ill is other people being so stupid as to so easily believe him or his willingness, his ease in manipulating them, he's not sure. He thinks it might be both. Wonders if it's allowed to be both.

It comes as easy as breathing to him. Weaving a story so convoluted one simply gives up and relents, their head spinning too much to make any sense of the mess of words Scar offered. Sprinkling in little lies to reassure someone. Convincing someone wholeheartedly that what he's doing is right, is good, when he's not sure himself.

He does it to survive, he knows. Everyone manipulates in a death game. Not all of them manipulate outside of them, too, but- well. Not all of them had to do it to survive beforehand either.

He avoids the topic of his days before, both with others and with himself. It's not important, no matter how much it weighs on his shoulders and affects everything he does, his actions, his thoughts, his being as a whole.

If he tells himself it isn't important, it isn't.

He is the way he is now and there's no going back. All he can do now is survive.

So he does. He lies, he fakes cheer, he fakes his personality, he manipulates.

The shame and guilt eat him alive inside, a monster all of his own creation existing low and deep in the pit of his intenstines, devouring him minute by minute, consuming his entire being until Scar isn't sure he's Scar anymore. He is the beast, ugly and horrifying and evil, and he is Scar. They might be the two most opposite creatures alive. They might be the same creature entirely.

It's unclear whether or not the monster was always there, or if Scar created it himself, or if the world's cruel hands placed it, piece by burning piece, inside of Scar from the moment he was born. He knows the answer. He will remain adamant that he did it to himself regardless.

Scar knows he is not to blame. Scar knows he is every bit as ugly and appalling as he thinks he is, and it is his fault.

Scar is contradiction, wrapped up in a fake smile and a crumbling psyche.

He is friendly, self-sacrificing, and joyous.

He is hate-filled and mean, selfish, and miserable.

He puts on a mask, a face others would much prefer to see than the Scar only he knows, at the detriment of himself because he knows he won't be accepted any other way.

It works, too. It works so goddamn well it's sickening.

People like him. People trust him.

It makes him feel powerful, appeased and admired, on top of the world. He thinks it might be all he needs, to feel this way.

It makes him feel deplorable, queasy and ashamed, like the scum of the earth. He wants to claw every inch of skin off of his face with his own bare hands until all that remains is the real him.

Ugly and bloody and dripping red. Angry and envious and selfish.

He smiles, he holds the mask tighter. A private dance he plays with himself every moment of every day, himself and nothing like himself all at the same time.

He wonders if anyone will ever realize the difference. One day, maybe, someone will notice how dull his eyes look when he smiles.