#day 114.a

[days-until-burnout]

mayhaps a scar x joel x grian ?

very murderous trio, maybe scar trying to win grian over but grian alrdy has a weird relationship with joel so in the end scar got both grian and joel lmao

sept 13. damn. i am so on top of my reqs arent i. anyways, joel got pushed into background because i couldnt figure out how to joel, but know, joel is so very much part of the trio, they all hold hands, trust _____

📧 Day 114 (a) -

Characters - Scar/Grian ft. Joel Words - 569 Time - 30 mins Content - Zombie AU (gun mention)

Scar limps forward, his palm scratched up on the worn wall, but he holds his shotgun closely. The air is filled with groans and the smell of death, bringing him nausea on an empty stomach—

“Scar!” 

Grian, his angel, screams, fear colored into the raspiness of his voice. He turns his head to look at him, finding him on a balcony fire escape. Grian looks at him with horror, wide eyes and pupils blown, and in the distance, it looks like he is shaking. 

His chest tightens but there is no turning back. 

Scar puts on a front, dropping his shoulder against the wall as he plasters a smile on his face, raising his hand to wave at him. 

It’s okay, he mouths, don’t worry.

Grian starts to hyperventilate, screaming his name with desperation as he rushes down the rusty stairs. Scar feels the hurt, echoed in him. Something beyond skin and bone, something greater than the dirt under his fingernails and the blood on his tongue. 

Still, he pays it little mind. 

When he turns the corner, he comes face to face with a couple zombies. Their rotten smell reminds him of death, settling right into his joints and sinking deep within himself. However, his finger touches the trigger, and that is enough to ground him back. 

The first shells explode like thunder, and they reply with roaring screaming. Vaguely, tucked all the way behind the noise, he hears the quiet calls of their cat. Behind him, he can still hear Grian.

With the adrenaline brought upon by their closeness, he pushes onto steady, worn boots to run. He weaves through abandoned vehicles and fallen walls, dodging their boney hands like claws. The hairs on his arms raise and sweat trickles down his neck, the shotgun hot on his hands. 

He heaves and his lungs burn, his body following along until he cannot tell what is real heat and what is not. 

Just a couple more, he whispers to himself when he looks back over his shoulder, eyes glossing and jumping at the running bodies. 

Just a couple more, he repeats as the sky darkens. 

Chills touch his face, almost welcoming him to rest, but he remains resilient. He pushes through onward and onward, stopping only to reload his weapon. It becomes lighter and lighter, his head spinning as the sting of his injuries leap to the forefront of his attention. 

And when his body begins to give out, he counts the undead. But his head spins tiredly, heaving when he falls against a wall, the back of jacket scratched up. He loads up a final time, thinking of Grian when he looks at the setting sun. 

“You big idiot!” Grian screams, and Scar cannot tell if he is imagining it. 

Even then, it sounds nice. Comforting. He thinks he can let go like that. 

But someone laughs beside him, and Scar manages a final push, opening his eyes to see Joel cleaning up the last of the zombies. And right there, right in front of him, Grian kneels and takes his face in his face. 

Worry, love. 

There is something in his face. He can figure it out later as Grian scolds his ears off, Joel fighting on his behalf for the joy of drama. 

“Sorry,” he whispers with a weak smile. 

“You are such an idiot,” Grian whispers, and gently, he presses his forehead to his.

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scar day today. i found a couple scar reqs so i figure i might do them :]

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[daily-leon]

[dailykaeyas]

[adeleine-everyday]

day 114

it's like managing a pixie-sized airlift (ribbon's a strong flier)

[shittyjakeenglish]

crush him

Day 114

IM TRYING. HE WONT DIE.

[arceviste]

the iconic back pose

[musamora]

to everyone who said fyodor was dead.

he has risen.

[s30620]

Chapter 114: A Persistent Bastard

This is the first time Okarun got actually mad. I completely understand, since Momo is probably the most important person in his life. I'm glad Momo apologized since it was a risky move, but they bounce back real quick huh? Momo has liked Okarun for a while, but I think this is the first time she sees that Okarun has serious feelings about her, which makes her reflect on how she feels for Okarun. Every panel is so important and poignant. Looking back and forth between them and the changes in their expressions. Very lovely, very well-done.

[iceclew]

I watched you fall apart and chased you to the end I'm left with emptiness that words cannot defend You'll never know what I became because of you Ten thousand promises, ten thousand ways to lose

And you held it all But you were careless to let it fall You held it all And I was by your side, powerless

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Whaddaya mean you didn't order a truck load of grieve, sadness and melancholy? *scans clipboard and adjusts cap*

That's what's on my list pal, sorry.. now where would you like us to put this?

oh, you and I we're in this together and we're gonna share the pain, hunny...

haha, so today I'm dead inside.

[kaveh-a-day]

I’m back lol

Kaveh came home in the last fifteen minutes of the banner💀 so now my Kaveh is C1

~wolf anon

LETS GO WOLF ANON !!!!! Glad you got him :)

Day 114

[ryoshudoodles]

114° Day of waiting for Canto 9

THEY ARE HERE! My shrine starts now!

[codecicle]

i think im coping well with riptide hiatus then i hear a half second clip of chip's voice and crumple to the fucking ground

[days-until-burnout]

the clockers meet the family. It’s awkward for Etho.

now that's a comedy i want to see _____

📧 Day 114 (b) -

Characters - Etho, Cleo, Scar, Bdubs, Joel & Gem Words - 454 Time - 15 mins Content - Hermitcraft!Etho, LimLif!Clockers and WL!Family

Etho sits in the makeshift table with shulkers for stools and chests as the central table. Across from him, Cleo sits, wearing something colorful and familiar yet he cannot quite place. They look at him with a raised brow, lips slightly turned because there is something he is not getting that is apparently very obvious to her. Etho would like to guess, if only he could hear his own thoughts. 

Gem and Joel are on his right, laughing loudly, and rather maliciously as they poke and poke at Scar and Bdubs on his left. The four of them, like Cleo, are wearing some clothes he has never seen but feels like he has. 

Gem is wearing some overalls and her pale skin is stained with oil. Joel is wearing a sleeveless jacket, also with stained oil marks. Etho assumes they are working with some sort of vehicle, not quite redstone, probably. On the other hand, Scar is wearing a striped shirt with buttons undone and Bdubs is wearing a simple white shirt and black pants. Despite those and Cleo coming as a trio, Bdubs is not matching unlike Gem and Joel. 

When he tunes back into the conversation, he finds Cleo staring at him, still waiting for something to click in his head. And casually, he looks away, quickly tabbing to see where the other hermits are. 

The five of them are clearly there, looking nothing like the ones sitting in front of him. Joel throws some peas at Bdubs, and it almost fools Etho into thinking this is the Joel he knows. 

“Dad! Tell Joel to stop!”

The room halts, and the flying peas are very hard to ignore. One hits Bdubs’ forehead, Joel and Gem breaking into quiet giggles. 

“Dad? What’s this? What’s Tango, then?” Gem laughs. 

“A member of TIES, duh,” Bdubs retorts, sticking his tongue out at her. 

Gem tilts her head, looking at Etho, “Thought you three were the Tuff Guys?”

“Tuff Guys?” Cleo asks, baffled. “Wait a minute—” she pinches the bridge of her nose, looking between the pairs on either side then at Etho, finally sighing, “You’re not our Etho, are you?”

Etho blinks, looking at the plates, the peas on the table, then back at them with a sheepish smile. “I have no idea who you are.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful, then,” Scar jumps in, turning his body to face him, even turning the shulker a little. “You don’t have to be an absentee father now. Start again, fresh and such.”

Gem and Joel exchange looks, giving a couple to Etho, clearly taking in his plea for help. Rather, and unsurprisingly, they simply burst into a fit of laughter, almost falling off their seats in doing so.

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gemjoel are so helpful are they not. in a family dynamic, they would be the youngest with bdubs being the middle child. you cannot change my mind ヾ(•ω•`)o

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[sad-emo-dip-dye]

So is fyodors ability transfered through blood? Is that what’s happening?

[flyolai-brainrot]

i love the bsd fandom and all the theories

[sobbing violently, covered in blood, crawling away]

[gleefulpoppet]

NOW COMPLETE

Sonder Word Count: 460,500 [Explicit] Lots of art and photographs

[AU] Kurt is one of the most respected and talked about men in the fashion industry and business world. His app Style•Revolution is the fastest-growing app in history, still rising after three years. Recently, he moved the company to Seattle to be at the heart of the newest technology epicenter in the United States. Yet, with all his success, experience keeps teaching him to be wary of people’s motives who want to be close to him, and he wonders if he’ll be alone forever. Or maybe this city has plans for him that he can’t imagine when his gaze locks with a mysterious, honey-hazel-eyed busker.

You can read on AO3 [here].