#griffin scar

[all54321]

Irony

[AO3]

I had a dream last night where I was Grian and after doing something I (he?) return to somewhere and talks to someone who gives him a kind of riddle about Scar.

After thinking on it, I come to the conclusion that Scar is a hippogriff, and basically thought a ton about what that means.

Woke up and decided to write about it, although I changed a few details, especially since most are fuzzy. Starting with the hippogriff thing. The riddle is fuzzy but I’m pretty sure it mentions nothing about horses, plus being part (big) cat seems more fitting. So he’s a griffin now.

Summary: Teaching kids about mythology while hiding his own ties to it is a brand of irony Scar doesn’t know how to feel about.

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Scar stares at the class requirements, resigning himself to his fate, as per usual. He’s well versed in history, of course he is, so he didn’t too hard into taking this job. Especially with wanting to share true history with others.

Yet the true issue is when he realized how close to home he’d have to teach. Scar will have to teach about very familiar beings, which include Pegasi, Basilisks, Manticores, Chimeras, and… Griffins.

Pretending they’re mostly mindless beasts is hard on Scar, because it’s wrong. His old friends very much weren’t, nor is he. According to history, they wouldn’t be able to teach history, although Scar is fully aware of how wrong history is.

He would normally adjust lessons to tell the truth, but telling the truth here would be disastrous. While it’s not a perfect life, it would be way worse if people know what he is.

Scar drops his head back, tilting it to the side to see Jellie lounging his her cat tree, “What am I even doing, Jellie?”

She meows from her perch, tail flicking back and worth as she watches him. It’s hard to judge her expression from that angle.

He sighs, “I know, I know, it’s just… I don’t really know what to do, adapting is hard enough as it is. I don’t know what I’d do instead of this, if I can even do anything else.”

Jellie meows again, this time more sympathetically. She makes her way down the cat tree and over to his desk, hopping onto it. She nudges his hand, requesting him to pet her.

Scar immediately complies, scratching her behind the ears. “I should be used to this,” he murmurs, “I’ve been doing this for years now, it’s been the same every single time.”

He sits there, petting Jellie for a while, thinking about his job and everything it means. “At least the company is nice” he murmurs after some time, thinking about his fellow teachers. Scar sighs, “Although that would probably change if they knew, huh?”

Jellie meows as she jumps down onto his lap, curling up. She looks at peace as he continues to pet her.

Scar chuckles, “Your life is so carefree, huh? Not a worry in the world. I wish my life could be the same.” He hums, “Although we never were a deity-ified as you all were. Always in the lap of luxury, you were.”

She only purrs in response, getting comfortable and fully settled on his lap. It comforts Scar more then he would expect, but Jellie always has that effect on him. Maybe it’s just a cat thing, something very instinctual in him.

“You deserve the best, so it’s not surprising,” he continues. “I’m glad to have you,” he chuckles, “keeps my sanity in check. It’s nice to have someone to talk to about this, even if you don’t fully understand.”

Scar looks back at the papers as Jellie falls asleep, he‘ll figure this out, he always does.

[tobyjamessharp]

if you recognize them you may be eligible for senior benefits

[eurazba]

Mobility Aids!

Based on @thepromptfoundry's Pride 2 Disability Boogaloo prompts! Today's prompt was mobility aids and I have two main mobility aids I use. My prosthetic leg which I use daily, and my cane which I use when I'm in a lot of pain or am going to be out of the house for a particularly long day. The bird cane is my actual cane design, and the purple prosthetic design is how my new prosthetic I got just a few weeks ago looks!

Not pictured is my walking stick which I use when I go out hiking :3 but it serves a lot of the same purposes as my cane

[thuringwedhil]

relationship dynamic

in faragonda's humble defense, it was a joke gift from griffin and it's the ugliest nightgown she has

[paradoxpig]

Remember those character bingo charts that were super popular on here like 5 years ago? I'm redoing mine.

My types are "sad animal doomed by the narrative" or "just a silly guy."

[nympippi]

Headcanon: Griffen steals the other boys’ clothes. They thought he looked cute in them, so they bought him some in his own size. He was thrilled and wears them as often as possible

Griffin stealing clothes is so cute, because he’s the youngest and thinks just about everyone in his friend group is so cool. And looking like them makes him feel cool is so cute oml

Tried to keep it simple, but he’s wearing Bruce’s big sweatshirt, one of Robins bandannas, and he found a jacket similar to Vance’s old one <3<3

[jellysmudge]

Thinking about how Nick is the shortest out of the whole male main cast (and hes above average). What they feeding them

[foodlesoodlesdoodles]

THE VAMPIRIC MAN

Doodledump

Heyyy hiii he is ALL that I think about and I am debating posting ones like the last doodle because oh my god

[solmints-messyocdiary]

Outfit @rottent33th suggested for bimbo Iris to wear and her oc Griff! Now drawn more seriously.

Also, I'm sorry for the doodle lmao feat. My Finley

[5hrignold]

this shirt has reminded me of them for the longest fucking time

[impossible-rat-babies]

the firmament really means so much to eyrie it’s like. they learned how to play piano and violin from the residents. they processed a lot of the grief of haurchefant in that place. they consider Francel a dearest friend—they’re close with many of house haillenarte’s children. they spent many long nights wandering the rebuilt streets of the firmament with aymeric ;—;

[rosalinesurvived]

Rough, heavily messy sketch of a ‘Griffin and Yut-Lung’s mother Meilin Survive AU’ which is probably the nichest of AU’s you can find out in the BFish fandom

Sketch is mine, do not steal, do not repost yada yada

[pumpkinnkidd]

looked up pokemon breeding trying to find info on the masuda method. Worst Mistake Of My Life

[thatwitchrevan]

Meetra & Revan and musings on pain and sympathy and kindness.

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Revan sat on the ground, wincing, tugging her leg against her chest and hugging it to herself. Meetra couldn't feel the pain, but she could see it clearly in Revan's clenched jaw, in their far off expression as they tried to disconnect from it.

It was one of Dromund Kaas' many blessings. The constant rain and storms wreaked havoc on old injuries. Revan's small, cold hands rubbed circles on the scarred skin of their knee. After a moment of frustration, she started undoing her prosthetic, easing the metal leg off and setting it gently aside.

Meetra watched her in silence. Revan didn't speak or look to her for pity - she knew she'd find none, and she still seemed as prideful as ever, anyway.

The rain came down hard outside their little tent. The wind was loud, too, and every once in a while Revan flinched as if she was afraid of the thunder.

Meetra reached into her bag and grabbed a kolto pack. Wordlessly she passed it to Revan and went back to staring out the small opening in the tent.

Revan took the pack automatically, as if it was still the most normal thing in the world. Her brain only caught up with her a few seconds later. "I... what?"

Meetra didn't look at them. "You can say thank you."

The silence was heavy even under the sounds of wind and rain. Finally, Revan said "Thank you." It was sincere, not timid, if still confused.

Meetra sighed and hugged her own legs to her chest. "Just cause I hate you doesn't mean I want to see you hurting. Not like this." She gently cradled her sore shoulder. "It's not as bad, but mine hurts too."

She could feel Revan's eyes on her. "I'm sorry."

Force, she had never heard Revan's voice like that. So full of remorse, but so completely resigned.

Meetra shook her head. She looked at her again, reluctant to actually meet her eyes. "From what I've heard... you didn't actually mean to do this." She clutched her shirt. "You told them not to hurt me."

Revan's eyes reflected the forest and the storm like a mirror. "I did."

"You told me to go but you wouldn't let anyone else kill me. And I hate that."

They nodded. "I know. And you still almost died. My fault."

Meetra stared at her. She didn't like seeing the guilt in Revan's eyes as much as she'd thought she would. It just reminded her of herself, of how Revan was one of the few people who could understand her now and she hated them. She looked at the kolto pack that Revan held against her leg. Maybe Meetra didn't quite pity her, but she knew how it felt.

Maybe that counted for something.

[matchaexe]

would anyone be interested in a ref sheet or 2 shaded character full-body comm? i wanna buy ko-fi gold :3

⬇️ examples! ⬇️

[blueamethystdraw]

Repost of day 10 cuz there was an error