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inumbrapugnabimus-maybe Ā· 4 months ago
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this glorious picture called to me
thanks for the request anon!!
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Here is a closeup of Wild
and also of Hyruleā€™s magnificent curls :)
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daisyswift3 Ā· 8 months ago
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A Summary of the šŸŽƒ Messages--The Overarching Story
So I just realized sth abt the šŸŽƒ messages while listening to ttpdā€”theyā€™re in chronological order!! I am going to try to give a summary of these messages and explain why I believe this. This album has made 99% of her songs, mvs, metaphors, and symbols make perfect sense. There were always some things like getaway car, cruel summer, and the palm trees in rep era that I could never quite figure out but now it's all crystal clear. It's like ttpd is the last piece of the puzzle needed to make everything fall right into place and to see the whole messy complicated story. One thing I want you to take note of as you read this summary is how incredibly consistent Taylor is w her use of metaphors and symbols. This makes solving the puzzle that is her music more like solving a cypher that you can know you solved correctly bc all the symbols will fit together perfectly just like a secret code. Once you understand what one symbol represents you now know what it means every time you see it. Every word or phrase she uses is intentional and there's not a single easter egg that's out of place. You'll notice in ttpd there are several words and phrases that are repeated bc she wants us to know that certain songs are related. šŸŽƒ anon said there would be many connections and foretellings in the messages that we could find if we held them to the light in the coming unfoldings, and boy they were not wrong. So w/out further ado let's get into it (just a warning though this will be pretty lengthy so grab your favorite drink, some snacks, and get comfy).
1st message: The first one starts right before rep era when her rep started going down and she started feuding w her record label. These are the obstacles she didnā€™t see coming that made her slam on the (getaway bike) brakes (which were cut so she had to use her foot to slow down) and not come out. The "heel damaged" could be a reference to Achilles' heel since this was a weak spot she didn't see or it could be a reference to Jesus' heel being bruised in the 1st ever biblical prophecy (see this post for more on that). This was her first big pivot and change of plans. Many ppl have theorized that TS6 was originally going to be a different album--perhaps lover/daylight--but kimye and BMR got in the way of that. This would explain why she wears an outfit w palm trees on it while cutting the wings off her TS6 jet. She spray paints "reputation" on it which seems to indicate it was a haphazard last minute change of plans (x). Plus the endgame mv has palm trees and shows Miami, Florida (which I think is related to Florida!!! but I'll have to get to that another time) connecting it to "Island breeze and lights down low, no one has to know...In the middle of the night in my dreams I know I'm gonna be with you so I take my time." Miami is the paradise where her endgame happens. This all seems to indicate she was ready for "daylight" or "paradise" during rep era but had to pivot.
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The Prophecy: ā€œHand on the throttle, thought I caught lightning in a bottle, Oh but itā€™s gone again"
2nd message: This is abt the lover rollout that started in spring of 2019 -> "The time draws near, springtime sunshine causing small drips and fractures." The ice castle likely represents the lover house (her music empire, past eras, and closet) since she burns it down w a match just like she does in the eras tour visuals and midnights -> "You strike a match and blow the smoke toward the structure that shelters and protects you. Suddenly, you hear a crack, a crunch, a whoosh. There is a sudden give beneath you, and you tumble through the broken, melting hole in your palace." The ivy reference (spring breaks loose, the time is near) just solidifies my theory that ivy is a song abt an eventual kaylor reunion that will happen before she burns all the files and deserts all her past lives (eras).
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Lover era was her second big pivot. I believe she knew there was a very good chance Scott B would sell her masters all the way back in rep era hence why she says "I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone, devils roll the dice" (see this post for more on that). "However, in this suddenness you find yourself still somehow underprepared, kicking yourself for the time you squandered by wallowing in the seeming endlessness of your predicament" -> Her being unprepared to come out along w the mastersheist is what caused her to miss her 2nd opportunity to come out. She was so caught off guard that it made her indecisive. And so she played it safe and stayed in the closet -> "Our coming of age has come and gone, suddenly this summer it's clear I never had the courage of my convictions as long as danger is near." Remember how I said Taylor is very consistent w her use of metaphors? Well I made a post a while back explaining how folkmore represents the seasons bc summer = daylight and winter = closeting and folkmore was Taylor trying to come to terms w her 2nd failed coming out hence the grey and beige ("I'm just a paperweight in shades of greige"); so that means the ice castle = winter = closeting and springtime sunshine = almost daylight = almost being out of the closet (and spring was also the time when the lover rollout started so it has a more literal 2nd meaning to it as well).
The Albatross: "So I crossed my thoughtless heart spread my wings like a parachute, I'm the albatross, I swept in at the rescue." [I think there's a good chance this song is abt Scoots so it makes sense the parachute metaphor, which relates to her masters and failed coming out, would be used in this song]
The Bolter: "By all accounts, she almost drowned when she was 6 in frigid water...It feels like the time she fell through the ice then came out alive." ['Long story short I survived']
3rd message: This is abt the mastersheist (diamond heist) during the summer of 2019. It parallels the I Can See You mv exactly (see this post). In hindsight it now makes perfect sense why 1989 tv didn't have any mvs--bc the Fortnight mv is a direct continuation of the ICSY mv! Before the Fortnight mv, the ICSY mv was the most recent one. She didn't want anything between those 2 mvs so that it was obvious they were directly related. Her losing her masters and her 2nd opportunity at daylight is what drove her to insanity and caused her to end up in the asylum -> "I find the artifacts, cried over a hat...I trace the evidence" // "And so I enter into evidence my tarnished coat of arms, etc" | "Is it okay? Is it you? Or have they come to take me away?"
"Mere feet away from the light of freedom...Your getaway bike begins to leave without you, sparks flying as the tires try and fail to slow down for you. You have frozen in this moment of indecision" // "It was the great escape, the prison break, the light of freedom on my face...he was runnin' after us, I was screamin', 'Go, go, go!'" -> There are 2 getaway car mentions in this message which emphasizes its importance. This is likely for a few reasons: 1) To explain what the song getaway car was actually abt--her feud w BMR, not the beards 2) To show that message 1 and 3 are related; the getaway bike is mentioned in both since both are abt her masters 3) To show that the lover era pivot was actually just history repeating itself; this is what Cassandra and the Prophecy are abt.
Cassandra (notice the piano melody from mad woman): ā€œSo they set my life in flames, I regret to say do you believe me now? ['If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too']ā€¦They knew, they knew, they knew the whole time that I was onto somethin', [She knew there was a good chance her masters would be sold as shown in cruel summer] The family, the pure greed, the Christian chorus line" ['Now he sits on his thrown in his palace of bones praying to his greed']
Fortnight: "I was supposed to be sent away But they forgot to come and get me I was a functioning alcoholic 'Til nobody noticed my new aesthetic [Her fans didn't notice the shift from rainbows and pastels to black mourning clothes during the lover era] All of this to say I hope you're okay But you're the reason [The you in the song is Taylor; she's the reason she decided to stay in the closet] And no one here's to blame But what about your quiet treason?" [Taylor's indecisiveness is what led her to not come out the 2nd time]
loml (This is from Karlie's pov): "Mr. Steal Your Girl, then make her cry...You shit-talked me under the table talking rings [Paper Rings] and talking cradles, [Lover mv] I wish I could un-recall how we almost had it all, [They were so close to daylight]...It was legendary, It was momentary ['I touch you (daylight/sunshine) for only a fortnight']...Our field of dreams engulfed in fire" ['So they set my life in flames']
Florida!!!: "Little did you know your home's really only a town you're just a guest in, ['I touch you (daylight/sunshine) for only a fortnight'; 'And so a touch that was my birthright became foreign'] So you work your life away just to pay for a timeshare down in Destin" [Taylor did all this masterminding and planning just to end up still stuck in the closet and bearding and only being able to see her lover in stolen private moments]
Fresh Out the Slammer: "Another [cruel] summer, taking cover, rolling thunder, he don't understand me"
The Bolter: "But it always ends up with a town car speeding" [getaway car]
Peter: "Forgive me Peter, my lost fearless leader, in closets like cedar preserved from when we were just kids, Is it something I did?" [Peter is herself; 'I'd be a fearless leader' and the fearless album; 'closets' is obvious]
How Did It End?: "We were blind to unforeseen circumstances, We learned the right steps to different dances, and fell victim to interlopers' glances, Lost the game of chance, what are the chances?...It's happening again" [This is the 2nd time she's lost the opportunity to come out]
I Can Do It With a Broken Heart: "I'm so obsessed with him but he avoids me like the plague" [They're in love w each other but can't be together in public; 'Break my soul in 2 looking for you but you're right here']
Down Bad: "For a moment [a fortnight] I knew cosmic love, now I'm down bad crying at the gym...'Fuck it if I can't have him I might just die it would make no difference'" ['You (Taylor) told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I (Karlie) ever leave']
5th message: Out of all the messages this is the one I'm the most uncertain abt. But I think it is possibly about JA leaving before his contract was up. "You are in a kitchen. Not your kitchen, of course. Your kitchen is soft and cozy and sacred. THIS kitchen is hard and cold and purely functional" -> This is not the sacred kitchen from Cornelia Street that she shares w her lover, this is a PR stunting kitchen that's a false imitation of the real domestic bliss she has. A few yrs ago kaylors were talking abt how Karlie has a kitchen that she only uses for PR/social media purposes so pumpkin anon could've been trying to remind us of that. These 3 messages from flag šŸ“󠁧󠁢󠁄󠁮󠁧ó æ anon make me think the breakup happened sooner than planned.
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The July 29 message wasnā€™t meant to be posted until Oct 8 since it was hinting at the Toe breakup happening 5 months later in mid March, 2023.
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The Nov 23 message mentions a ā€œshift of footingā€ which we all agreed meant Toe šŸ¦¶ was over. The Dec 5 message w ā€œthe need to flex is sometimes necessaryā€ directly following the Toe breakup message is what really makes me think it wasnā€™t planned. They had to pivot/flex but ā€œother milestones are resoluteā€ meaning the endgame is still the sameā€”K and T will still reunite and both will be out of the closet at a certain time. Plus thereā€™s the ā€œā€¦ā€ at the end of the Nov 23 message which also indicates the Dec 5 one is a direct continuation of that message.
To add more credibility to this theory, RFI and SIG also have ellipses. RFI always seemed like it was supposed to be a direct continuation of SIG bc SIG sets up the ā€œchess gameā€ w her and her lover doing magic and pulling the wool over everyone's eyes, and RFI is when this chess game officially begins, "baby let the games begin."
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Some other kaylors said they thought ā€œthe need to flexā€ meant that she wanted to give anti hero more time on the charts so she was flexing or showing off. But I think it makes more sense for it to be related to London Boy himself and not having him as a beard since thatā€™s the whole purpose of having the šŸ“󠁧󠁢󠁄󠁮󠁧ó æ flag. I could be wrong though.
So Long, London: ā€œPulled him in tighter each time he was drifting awayā€¦Holding tight to your quiet resentmentā€¦Every breath feels like rarest air when youā€™re not sure if he wants to be thereā€ [This may mean that JA kept trying to break free from the contract and Taylor kept trying to convince him to stay but it didnā€™t work]. "My spine split from carrying us up the hill, Wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill" ['They are bowing out, leaving you with double the workload, now half burnt and smoking. Their duties werenā€™t finished, and yet there is nothing you can do to make them stay. Shaken by this loss, chaos descends upon the team. Most roll up their sleeves to work harder']. "And my friends said it isn't right to be scared, every day of a love affair" [There were several blind items talking abt how JA was hooking up w men in a very unsubtle way; this could be what the 'cheating husband' mentions in ttpd are abt]. ā€œTwo graves, one gunā€ [Makes me think of a smoking gun which could be what the 'smell of smoke' in the message was alluding to. Maybe JA threatened to reveal her secrets if she didn't let him go and he had the smoking gun evidence to do so which was the recipe card. 'This time is different. Because you know this person actually has the means to share the secret menu, and that they have enough proof to make the waiting guests believe them.' -> I mean if anyone could convince the general public it would be the man who was supposed to be her boyfriend for 6 yrs]. ā€œAnd you say I abandoned the ship but I was going down w it, my white knuckle dying gripā€ ['But you have never been one to lay your armor down. When you fail, you fail gloriously. When you go, you go kicking and screaming']. "I didn't opt in to be your odd man out" [She didn't want to be his beard just like he didn't want to be hers; and odd man out is a game that's played w 3 ppl where the odd man is the loser who's eliminated bc he didn't have a match]. "I founded the club she's heard great things about" [The Tortured Man Club -> The Tortured Poets Department that she's chairman of]
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7th message: This message is all abt the domestic bliss she has away from the public eye. She has worked so hard to make sure her secrets are safe by building a tall impenetrable fence. However, she chooses to intentionally blow a dandelion full of secrets--perhaps ttpd is the dandelion w all the songs being the florets or secrets. There is one floret in particular that sheā€™s worried abtā€”my guess is itā€™s Robin since itā€™s so damning if you know what to look for. Plus the song Robin parallels this message perfectly and evokes the same imagery. And to add even more credibility to this theory, the lyric vid for Robin has dandelion florets in the background. See these posts: (x)(x)(x)(x)(x)(x). "You are walking through your yard. It's one of your favorite places, all sprawling garden rows" -> Betty's garden; "your wife waters flowers," etc. "There are daisies - so many daisies - in every shade of your rainbow"--I don't think I even need to explain this. "Your lover and your fresh baked buns are safe. (The buns, of course, are in the oven turning golden as you speak. It's an old family recipe, jotted lovingly on a recipe card.)" -> The recipe card is perhaps a picture or some other sort of smoking gun evidence of Taylor's family and it connects the 5th and 7th messages together. And the meaning of "buns in the oven" is pretty obvious. "Golden" refers to Karlie.
Robin: "Higher and higher, wilder and lighter" [This may be a double entendre--not only is she encouraging this child to bounce higher on his trampoline or swing higher, she is also encouraging the dandelion floret (the song Robin) to fly higher and go out into the world after she blows on it]
The Albatross: "Wild winds are death to the candle...One bad seed kills the garden" [This may be connected to the dandelion metaphor and I believe there are many layers to these lyrics; wild winds can carry the dandelion seeds into other ppl's yards; if Taylor's secret gets out this can destroy the domestic bliss she has i.e. kill her metaphorical garden or candle; 'love's a fragile little flame it can burn out']
I Hate It Here: "I hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind people need a key to get to, the only one is mine" [There is only one way to get into this garden since a tall impenetrable fence surrounds it; there are other layers in these lyrics as well like the escapism aspect of it]
But Daddy I Love Him: "I'm having his baby, no I'm not but you should see your faces" [Bc it's Karlie that had the babies]
8th message: This entire message parallels the Bolter. I believe this is abt Taylor finally choosing her lover over her reputation and choosing to intentionally destroy it in order to meet her lover down at the bottom like šŸŒ‹ anon mentioned. This may be the purpose of the whole Ratty debacleā€”to tarnish her image (by jumping into shark infested waters) so that when kaylor are together in public again her fans wonā€™t be able to hate on KK w/out being hypocrites bc Taylor has already done all the things she knows theyā€™ll accuse KK of, like being connected to someone whoā€™s quite problematic. I believe this takes place from May 2023-now since this is when MH and her started ā€œdating.ā€ The use of all lowercase in the šŸŒ‹ messages may be a reference to the reputation album title to indicate that this is going to be a repeat of rep era but this time the damage to her rep will be intentional. I find it very interesting that the Feb 20th šŸŒ‹ message is the only one that has a word capitalized and the word that's capitalized is "Gold." This is in contrast to "fools gold" which is not capitalized or colored.
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The self-loathing is palpable in Taylor's music (x) and it is displayed heavily in this message as well. I think it's possible the "enemy" is actually just Taylor herself or her public persona to be more exact. She is her own worst enemy; the Anti Hero mv illustrates this. She's the one that spreads the dandelions in message 7 which is what the enemy does in this message; she's the bear, and in the Bolter she (real Taylor) tames the bear (Taylor the brand). I believe TSMWEL could possibly be abt herself as well. I mean TSMWEL literally has "TS" in the track title. The clean version of the Bolter has the line "Then she'll call him a bore" which parallels TSMWEL, "You said normal girls were boring." It's as if real Taylor is doing an UNO reverse on Taylor the brand by treating her public persona the same way she treated real Taylor for years. This is very reminiscent of the Archer, "I've been the archer I've been the prey." I think TSMWEL, while it is abt herself, is simultaneously abt Scott B. And the reason for this relates back to what I said abt the 2nd and 3rd šŸŽƒ messages--she blames both Scott AND herself for her failed coming out. The mastersheist threw her for a loop, yes, but she could've still come out anyway were it not for her indecisiveness. And I haven't have time to fully analyze MBOBHFT yet but I think it's similar where it can either be read from Karlie's perspective to Taylor after the 2019 failed coming out or from Taylor's perspective to Scott B/the industry.
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The Bolter: "But as she was leaving, it felt like breathing, ['When I was drowning that's when I could finally breathe'] All her fuckin' lives flashed before her eyes...He [the 'enemy'] was a cad, wanted her bad just like any good trophy hunter and she liked the way it tastes taming a bear, making him care watching him jump then pulling him under" [This connects to the 10th message: 'You limp over uneven ground, smiling at the pain of the shark bite with each excruciating step - replaying the satisfying splash as you finally chose her over the world. As you grabbed the enemy and dove into the infested waters']
loml: "The coward claimed he was a lion" ['Youā€™re a selfish asshole. So much of your fear is your own. You wince at your cowardice like it is a gaping wound. You so often find yourself unable to meet your own eyes. You scramble into shadows like a black cat. Scared, even, of being scared...You are a coward, but you are not a fool']
I Hate It Here: "I was a debutant in another life but now I seem to be scared to go outside" [In another life she already came out but in this one she's too scared to even leave her house let alone come out]
The Tortured Poets Department (This is from Karlie's pov): "You're in self-sabotage mode throwing spikes down on the road"
9th message: This message is abt her finishing her 11th album, the last chapter of her 11 part story, and then sending it out into the world like a message in a bottle (the Manuscript). So I'm assuming this would take place on April 19, 2024, the release date of ttpd. "You are sitting on a beach, cold and windswept. The sea is dark and angry before you." -> This may be the same beach and sea from the folkmore era. "The sun sets in muted colors." -> Describing the sunset colors as muted is quite interesting since sunsets typically have very vivid colors; this makes me think it's related to the eras tour visuals during the transition from august to illicit affairs (which I explained the meaning of in this post), and the folkmore color palette was mainly muted colors. "You finish scrawling on the parchment. Your pen dries up as you reach the end of a story in 11 parts." // "Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen," "my veins of pitch black ink." She is sick of having to dilute her truth through metaphors and allegories which is why she is a tortured poet -> "Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die." Plus there's the "parchment" which she mentioned many times during her eras tour speeches which relates it to the folkmore era (x)(x)(x). "And now it is just a matter of time. The dripping of candle wax. The ticking of a clock." -> (x).
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I recommend reading this post which explains how the Manuscript, ATW short film, message in a bottle, the story of us, and 4th, 9th, and 10th šŸŽƒ messages are related. Many ppl pointed out that the Manuscript lyric vid looks like a movie script, and she's been referencing films and books a lot recently which makes me think there's a good chance she's going to release a film and book abt her coming out story. The 9th message and the lyrics in the Manuscript make it clear that Taylor's discography as a whole IS the manuscript i.e. it's the author's (Taylor's) draft of her story that is getting ready to be published. In academia, a manuscript is a draft of your research that you send in to be peer reviewed and if it's accepted it then becomes a published academic article.
The Manuscript: "And the years passed like scenes of a show, the professor said to write what you know, [She's equating her life to a story w the different eras being different scenes or chapters] The only thing that's left is the manuscript, one last souvenir from my trip to your shores, [message in a bottle; 'It may wash up on a sunny beach in Florida, or a rocky shore in the northwest'] Now and then I reread the manuscript but the story isn't mine anymore" ['Once you blow a dandelion, you never get it back. It isnā€™t yours anymore']
The Bolter: "But she's got the best stories"
10th message: This is a direct continuation of the 8th message and takes place right before she comes out of the closet (the wooden door in the woods). So this would take place after her rep has already been destroyed which I donā€™t think weā€™ve gotten to yet. My guess is that things will start ramping up in the next few months. She may start being papped w all her previous beards looking happy w them or sth similar which is all sheā€™d need to do to show that the relationships were all fake and sheā€™s been lying this whole time. This may be the ā€œchaosā€ that šŸ«š anon was referring to (see this post). This lines up with the blood moon glitch vinyl, representing chaos and disruption, being the 2nd quarter of the yr according to the midnights clock (4-6 or April-June, 2024). Plus many ppl think BDILH is abt MH--and Taylor meant for this to happen bc this album is full of red herrings--and in that song she says "He (MH) was chaos" so this might be a hint that the bearding shenanigans are gonna ramp up. Of course things are already plenty chaotic now w everyone thinking ttpd is abt 3 different men, one of which is pretty problematic, so perhaps this is all ginger was referring to. Taylor calling herself "the Bolter" has 2 meanings: 1) She is a coward who often runs away from danger 2) The 2nd more positive interpretation is that she knows "when it's time to go." I think it's very telling that ITTG is the last track on the deluxe edition of evermore and comes right after RWYLM, a song abt being stuck in the closet after the 2019 failed coming out. She's saying that she's not going to stay there forever(more).
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The Bolter: "But none of it is changing that the chariot is waiting, ['The story of 2 princesses. No place for a prince'; the Cinderella metaphor (x)] Hearts are hers for the breaking, There's escape in escaping...Ended with the slam of a [closet] door but she's got the best stories, You can be sure that as she was leaving it felt like freedom" [The 6/21/2020 ā™ ļø riddle spells out 'They Are Free']
11th message: This message takes place after midnight at 3am on Nov 1 after sheā€™s gone through the wooden door. In this post I explain how 3am connects to the witching hr or devil's hr. The fact that this takes place right after Halloween is quite significant since it is a day dedicated to remembering the dead, and death and ghosts are a big theme in ttpd. This symbolizes how after Taylor kills her old self (by dragging her into shark infested waters), she will resurrect as a new version of herself and leave the past behind her. And in doing these things, she will finally be able to go back to her figurative home, her cabin, that she was exiled from. -> "I think I've seen this film before so I'm leaving out the side door," "And I was catching my breath, floors of a cabin creaking under my step...I had a feeling so peculiar this pain wouldn't be for evermore." "The flamešŸ•Æļø finallyšŸ•ÆļøflickersšŸŒ¬ļøOUT" -> The match that started the "goddamn blaze in the dark" is no longer needed now that the lover house (her closet) has burned down, so the flame flickers out. This metaphor shows up in Peter as well, "But the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light," where the light dying represents the woman losing hope that a coming out will happen. Notice in this message from present anon that "Goodbye" has a capital letter G which I believe links it to "Gold" in the volcano message that was mentioned earlier. This may indicate that Karlie is the woman/neighbor holding the light and waiting for Taylor's return home. The Dec 26th šŸŒ‹ message is likely from Karlie's pov in this case.
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Fresh Out the Slammer: "Now pretty baby I'm runnin back home to you, Fresh out the slammer I know who my first call will be to...But it's gonna be alright I did my time...Get the matches, toss the ashes off the ledge, [the burning of the lover house] As I said in my letters [the anon messages this corner of the internet has been receiving? Could also just represent her songs] now that I know better I will never lose my baby again...Swirled you into all of my poems ['My mind turns your life into folklore (literally and figuratively)']...To the house where you still wait up and that porch light [jack-o-lantern] gleams" [see this post abt the porch]
The Alchemy (This is from Karlie's pov): "What if I told you I'm back?...I haven't come around in so long, but I'm coming back so strong, ['But I come back stronger than a 90's trend'] Cause the sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me"
imgonnagetyouback: "Push the reset button we're becoming something new...Even if it's handcuffed I'm leaving here with you, Bygones will be bygone eras fading into gray, We broke all the pieces but still want to play the game...I'm gonna get you back"
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souvenir116 Ā· 17 days ago
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Iā€™m sorry, but can you please recommend me some fics, where Max is a kind of bad guy who scares everyone around because of his rude and cold personality, but not Charles. Idk maybe something like Max bully everyone in school and a real asshole but he is very protective of Charles
Iā€™m really sorry, Iā€™ve read so many such fics with other ships, but really canā€™t find something like that with Lestappen for few days. I think it is kind of strange because of their behaviour in real life šŸ˜‚
Thank you šŸ™ (and sorry if I made some mistakes, English isnā€™t my first language, but I tried)
so anon, I'm not sure if those are fitting with your agenda but I tried to go through my bookmarks a bit (I have to say I havent been reading fics for months so dont count on me too muchšŸ˜­) and I got some where Max is cold and has that heavy aura around him.
this one is cold/unable to love, rudeish, CEO of ferrari Max getting into an arranged marriage w ferrari driver Charles. one of my all time favorites. Max learns loving someone with Charles.
this one's a mafia fic. with a very good plot. low key short read but golden. it has soo much tension- sexual and enemy-ish
from the same author stripper Charles dark ceo max (my favorite)
my own fic where Max is rude and a cunt to Charles' current boyfriend Carlos but hes very kind to Charles and protects him from Carlos. with a little kiddo part too.
my two favs of all times.. both mafia aus where Max is the usual cold rude mafia boss but hes loving Charles like his baby... its like charles is his only weakness/ soft spot. both are very long which i so much love in a fic since you really get into the builded world. also can i rec my own mafia au since it fits the narrative
not sure if it fits your wants but very possessive, first time sex fic. strongest alpha of their pack Max chases Charles down in the traditional hunt of being the first of an omega (Charles is down bad for him)
i tried my best but if anyone wants to rec more fics to anon id be so glad šŸ„¹šŸ„¹
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002yb Ā· 6 months ago
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Jasonā€™s ā€œplease donā€™t pull out I have abandonment issuesā€ vs Dickā€™s ā€œnot pulling out because I have separation anxietyā€
( Ė¶Ā°ć…Ā°) !!
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originalartblog Ā· 1 year ago
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so I wrote a fanfiction inspired by your idea of Chuuya being afraid of lightning. you said in the tags that you wanted to see if people were inspired by your ideas. It's Thunderstruck by Marzipanda (I dont know if tumblr still deletes links in asks) If this wasn't okay please let me know. I hope you have a wonderful day!
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Thank you so much for sharing your piece!!!!! It was a lovely read, my poor boy :( don't just attack people in the middle of the night you will get bad surprises with dire consequences.
Thunderstruck by Marzipanda
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wayfayrr Ā· 7 months ago
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SELF AWARE ASEXUAL SKY MY ABSOLUTE BELOVED <3 Maybe Iā€™m projecting, my ex boyfriend was asexual and he was the sweetest gold retriever that loved kisses (specifically slow make outs while we were in bed together) and cuddles, he especially loved it when I ran my fingers through his hair, and we broke things off in a good way and we are still like, best friends, so the thought of having such a wholesome relationship like that?? But with S k y??? Hit the jackpot in a boyfriend fr. We can cuddle in bed together, watching movies and playing games <3
Sure, maybe I would panic at the whole ā€˜oh shit, Link is actually sentientā€™ but I feel like I would panic more at the tv breaking, cause like, in this economy?? But even more than that, Link has always been a childhood crush of mine- but thereā€™s something about the first time I played Skyward Sword that had me blushing, giggling, and kicking my feet like a schoolgirl <3 so the thought of having *Sky* in my arms?? Being able to cuddle him??? KISS HIM???? Iā€™m demanding him to get out of the game and helping the babygirl through the tv myself so I can hold him and give him kissies <333
~šŸ€ anon
I think the funniest thing is (as shown by wars) there was a way for him to get out without breaking the screen but he just chose not to sfsdfsvc or didn't think of it in his desperation, nor the fact that he would end up with a LOT of cuts and glass in those cuts after the fact :( - literally pure luck he didn't get an infection maybe he got so lucky since he had you to be his four leaf clover?
but after that? being able to hold you and cuddle you AND YOU WANT IT JUST AS MUCH? He's in literal heaven, soaking it up more than a sponge could ever hope to. With a headcanon I've been bouncing around a little bit too that he's never had to breathe properly or had a heartbeat in the game, there's just even more potential for domestic stuff. Resting his head on your chest, ear to your heart focusing on the rhythmic beat that just lulls him right to sleep, wanting to memorise it or even better when his own heart (hopefully) decides to start beating that it'll be in sync with your own. and teaching him how to breath by letting him rest his head on your chest in a similar way but this time so that he can inhale and exhale at the same rate as he's playing with your hand or your hair, twirling it between his fingers hoping that each individual strand will never be forgotten by his fingertips as you can press kisses to the top of his head - it'd be the most wholesome relationship you could ever hope for [if you ignore the yan part tbh] he's like a golden retriever fr
also I'm not sure about you but I think sky would adore older disney films, the little mermaid standing out the most for me (yes, yes it is because of part of your world more than anything) but I think he'd be happy to watch and play almost anything that you suggest, I mean even his own game isn't offlimits to him. which is how you end up with a second sky in your house sdvdfsvfdsv
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skyloftian-nutcase Ā· 8 months ago
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for writing requests, the chain givin wars a big ol group hug and letting him cry cus letā€™s be honest bro is not holding up well
Sunsets were always Skyā€™s favorite.
It was strange, how much a moment in time could change something like that, though. A few evenings ago, the sunset was stained blood read, dripping with anguish and fear, held together by a firm hand and guidance. It hadnā€™t come from their leader, however - the Hero of Time had been completely consumed by worry over Twilightā€™s condition, and Sky hadnā€™t blamed him for it, particularly after finding out they had a blood connection.
But after that initial horrifying sunset, Sky found that the dusk brought only exhaustion and melancholy, a worry that there would be another sunset that would stain the sky with blood.
Sighing, the young knight glanced out his window and saw the person heā€™d been looking for. While Time had been by Twilightā€™s side that entire evening, there had been another Hero who everyone had heavily relied on. Sky had tried to mediate and help as best he could as well, but he paled in comparison, certainly in terms of leadership capabilities.
But everything had a toll. Sky could see it well enough.
Exiting the inn, Sky heard the gentle serenade of crickets filling the air as the sun disappeared beyond the horizon. The town was not as peaceful and quiet as camping out in the woods, but it held a warm sense of safety that they usually didnā€™t have the luxury to enjoy. Any town gave Sky a small degree of anxiety, as they were all foreign to him, but settlements like this put the captain at ease far more than anyone else.
At least Sky knew Warriors could get some peace somewhere. It was obvious the man was trying to seek it.
Warriors heard Skyā€™s approach, turning his head slightly. His sharp eyes were analyzing him in an instant.
ā€œHey,ā€ Sky greeted softly, trying to settle the manā€™s worries; heā€™d been on high alert ever since Twilightā€™s injury, and heā€™d yet to calm down. It had been three days since then. ā€œI just wanted to check on you.ā€
Warriors blinked, baffled a moment, not expecting such a remark, and then he huffed out a small laugh. ā€œMe? Iā€™m alright. Are you?ā€
Him? Sky was fine. Sky was always fine. He honestly didnā€™t feel much of anything anymore, except that sunsets made him anxious. He hoped that would settle eventually, as he did love them. ā€œIā€™m okay. But I justā€¦ youā€™ve been on edge, you know. Since everything. Do youā€¦ our Ordonian is going to be okay now. They said so. You know that, right?ā€
ā€œOf course I know that,ā€ Warriors replied, his smile fading, voice growing slightly snappish.
ā€œItā€™s justā€¦ youā€™re not acting like you know that,ā€ Sky continued carefully. ā€œYouā€™reā€¦ anything sets you off. Everything has to be in perfect order, everyone has to be on their best behavior. You know? I justā€¦ wanted to make sure you were okay.ā€
Warriors watched him for a long time, face blank. His eyes steadily moved downward until they were staring at nothing, boring a hole in the cobblestone beneath Skyā€™s feet. The Skyloftian waited patiently, knowing when to be silent and let someone else process. Eventually, the captain sighed heavily.
ā€œYou were a great help that night,ā€ Warriors said softly. ā€œI wanted to thank you.ā€
ā€œIt was nothing,ā€ Sky brushed off. ā€œThatā€™s not answering my question.ā€
Warriors huffed ruefully in response. ā€œYouā€™re not usually this persistent.ā€
ā€œNo,ā€ Sky admitted. ā€œBut Iā€™m not usually this worried, either.ā€
The captainā€™s eyes finally snapped back up to meet Skyā€™s. His stony expression softened, and he smiled gently. ā€œI said Iā€™m alright.ā€
ā€œYou can be, yeah,ā€ Sky commented. ā€œLikeā€¦ you donā€™t have to wrangle everyone in now, you know. Iā€™m here. Our leaderā€™s getting back into, wellā€¦ leading. Itā€™s okay to step back.ā€
Something in the captainā€™s expression wasnā€™t quite readable, a kind of strange gentle amusement and haunting sadness. Sky wasnā€™t sure what to do about it. So he just walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. Warriors seemed both inquisitive and slightly apprehensive at the touch, so Sky asked to be sure, ā€œCan I hug you?ā€
The captain looked as if he didnā€™t even know what to say with such a request. He blinked once, twice, before a breathy laugh escaped his lips, eyes holding a tenderness to them that Sky wasnā€™t sure heā€™d ever seen in them. ā€œYeah. Yeah, you can.ā€
Sky smiled in return, leaning in and letting the captain wrap his arms around him. Sky gave what he received, not squeezing too tightly when Warriorsā€™ embrace was hesitantly gentle. As they stood there, though, it seemed like the older knight settled into his predicament a bit more, letting himself relax as Sky held him tighter. Being a little shorter, Sky settled his ear against Warriorsā€™ shoulder, and the gesture made the captain shift a little, resting his own head against Skyā€™s. His breath was shaky a moment, and Sky heard him swallow thickly.
It only lasted a few moments, but it was enough. Sky ached for the contact, honestly, and wished he could hug him more, but he knew better than to push the matter. Slowly, the two pulled apart. If Warriorsā€™ face was a little more flushed than before, neither of them commented on it.
ā€œThanks, Sky,ā€ the captain said quietly.
Skyā€™s smile was brighter than the sunset. ā€œAnytime.ā€
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thankyouforthememoriesworld Ā· 6 months ago
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She's so good with children šŸ’
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inchidentally Ā· 5 days ago
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literally too drunk rn to write the thesis on lando publicly claiming oscar for 8+ yrs but dw I will be insane abt it !!!!!
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askthehylianchampion Ā· 28 days ago
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Can you tell me somme of your favourite facts about horses? šŸ„ŗšŸ‘‰šŸ‘ˆ
ABSOLUTELY
newborn foals have frayed looking hooves that arenā€™t solid so that when theyā€™re born they donā€™t hurt their mothers coming out. Theyā€™re called fairy fingers.
most horses are omnivores and will eat rodents and birds if given the chance.
horses canā€™t throw up.
when bored, a lot of horses will do something called ā€œcribbingā€ which is where they will suck on fence posts (or really anything) and it can actually inflate them with air and make them sick.
horses can see entirely around their bodies except directly in front of their faces or behind their tails. which is why you should never walk up behind a horse without telling them youā€™re there or theyā€™ll kick you.
the average horse can run around 40mph (55km) but some breeds can run faster.
there are approximately 400 horse breeds.
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chasedeys Ā· 2 months ago
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Who would you say is more feral about the other and who would you say is more protective between Joe and Jaā€™Marr ??feel free to give examples šŸ˜Š
hiii i feel like a lot of people think jaā€™marrā€™s more feral about joe and a lot of blogs have panned out examples on how joe being just as if not more feral and i agree with both! itā€™s equal feralness, equal devotion, equal ā€˜can you both chill abt each otherā€™ kind of way. this might be a cop out lmao but genuinely comparing actions vs words between these two is just mind melting for me so yeah they definitely donā€™t fuck around abt each other
i feel like all the feral moments have been mentioned šŸ˜­ joes natty game ball thrown straight at jamarr, the saints game lsu jersey that joe elected to wear for whatever reason, joe weighing in how he wants jamarr with him and bengals actually getting the guy for him, jamarr choosing to follow his college qb to ohio, the clothes saga of does joe actually let jamarr dress him up or does he not, the lakers date jamarr flew to save joes shit week, the heā€™s like a god to me comment, the ufc moves schtick which is a very barbara krugers you construct intricate rituals which allow you to touch the skin of other men kinda deal, jamarr going out of his way to fly to joe to be the one joe throws to for his fourth throwing session post wrist injury (insane btw :)), etc etc no but genuinely thereā€™s so many more its crazy
and just like this one article that isnā€™t even really anything compared to the rest of their lore yk? but it just sticks to me so hard like wdym ā€˜i knew i was going to feed my guy he was due for oneā€™ ā€˜he was excited all weekā€™ oh ok were you enamored at how excited he was šŸ˜­ did u want to keep him happy and smiling and bouncing all around the place answer me joseph. joseph. what do you think of a happy jaā€™marr joseph. would you do anything in your power to keep him that way joseph or. but anyways!
ā€˜all i can do is make him look good, he helps me look good. we make each other look good. just being there for him. thatā€™s all i can do is be there for himā€™ WOULD YOU STOP???? where does he get these words jamarr chase shuttt your mouthhhh i swearrrr šŸ˜­ half the shit he says sounds like its from a 13 yo writing mafia aus for the first time and yet it hits!! every time!!!! girl learn some restraint (keep talking never stop etc)
theyā€™re both equally protective of the other?? in a way thatā€™s like ā€˜how dare you not perceive this man the way i perceive him and fault him for being who he isā€™
when joeā€”wrist in cast mind uā€”looked deadass ready to get down to business with someone chirping at jaā€™marr post kc game where jaā€™marr got into a fight with however many people are in that team. somebody who psychoanalyzes for a living should study jamarrs shit with the chiefs and how joe relates to that fr
jaā€™marrā€™s preseason drops where people shit on him so bad and joe couldnā€™t exactly cuss people out but he was sooo steadfast in his belief on jamarr barely flinching anytime someone mentions about it ā€˜i know the type of guy jamarr is, heā€™ll be ready game oneā€™, unsmiling ā€˜i thought he was dropping everythingā€™ doing the pinky shake as jaā€™marr was leaving his presscon seat right in front of all those reporters as an extra special fuck you thatā€™s my guy sort of thing yk. the contract hold out people asking abt jamarr being game ready and him saying jamarr would be ready regardless (?) or something along those lines. the post kc game shove presser ahaha. to my knowledge joe never caters to anybody saying shit subtly or outrightly about jamarr and i live and breathe that shit i wonā€™t lie
any of jamarrs twitter fights with literally anybody who shits on joe no matter if it was actual like hate or just casual opinions on whoā€™s the better qb?? girl. honestly.
jaā€™marr being soooo health proactive about other people!! no but seriously he cares soooo much about injuries and everythingā€”that one calf strain joe had preseason that he keeps saying to chill and sit back until game 5, ā€˜i told him donā€™t scare me like that again he knows how to slide heā€™s just hard headedā€™ looking deadass pissed off at the thought, ā€˜im here for the future, for him. i want you to be here for the futureā€™, the stand back and look pretty in the pocket (insane. just fucking insane thing to say), saying hed rather have joe throwing from the back than running the ball in fact hed rather not joe get hit at allā€”just anything about joe playing through injuries and he lets out an insane quote that has people (rpf enjoyers: me) question if he ever pauses to think of the implications
and sorry brief jamarr focused word vomit: he also says the most important thing for malik nabers is to be healthy :(( he cares so much abt injuries over playing, he opted out playing his junior year during covid, etc but that week 4 (???) shoulder injury report that he keeps saying heā€™s fine even when the bandages peek through his shirt is so šŸ˜­ pls self reflect bub (though i guess it really was fine considering he went and did amazing that game so i feel heā€™s amazingly aware of his limits too?? his health vice is just shit diet ig)
and like idk if this is included in like the protective kind of way but that interview when they asked if joe was more intense and jaā€™marr went off saying he doesnā€™t look at joe the way you people do (and how he only looks at him on the field lol ok jamarr)ā€”like heā€™s enraged that people nitpick on everything that joe presents himself as ā€˜the way yall be looking at himā€™ can somewhat equate to ā€˜yall are donā€™t know shit about him look awayā€™ which is. ???? ok jamarr ok. like i feel he thinks he knows joe very well even if he doesnā€™t know everything that joes feeling no matter how many times reporters ask him for his insight, but he definitely feels like he knows joe a whole lot better than these outsiders who keep trying to over-analyze his quarterback but wrongly so he has to bite back sharp remarks over these misconceptions about joe via being overly defensive
theres probably more that i cant recall or not know sigh knowing that there are gems of joemarr moments i will never know because i wasnt here for their entire nfl run hurts me deeply btw
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skyward-floored Ā· 9 months ago
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Ohhhh hoo hoo so @/writing_prompt_s posted this prompt: ā€œYou were the only child that didn't have powers in a family of metahumans. Today you got kidnapped by a supervillainā€¦ and none of your family came to the rescue.ā€
Imagining Fourā€¦ pre powersā€¦ having nightmaresā€¦
Bc of course his family would never, but intrusive thoughts and a scary young mindā€¦..
My muse grabbed me and I wrote something for this in a few hours and itā€™s not the exact same as the prompt but itā€™s pretty darn close so! enjoy.
Tw nightmare, also I teared up writing this so be warned it hits kinda hard but itā€™s hurt/comfort so dw. Sorry Four.
ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”
Four didnā€™t know what was chasing after him, but he was too terrified to look.
Something grabbed at his back and Four frantically shook it off, wishing not for the first time that he had longer legs. He bolted down the street, no traffic around to stop him, or even people to ask for help, and finally recognized his house in the distance.
Four charged, relief sweeping over him at the sight of his family out in the yard.
Theyā€™ll help me, theyā€™ll stop it, theyā€™ll save meā€”
Something shot out and grabbed him right as he reached the mailbox, and Four cried out, falling to the ground as his family looked over at him in surprise.
ā€œHelp!ā€ Four cried, but his siblings merely glanced at each other, then went back to what they were doing. ā€œWhā€” no wait! Wait help!ā€
His brothers began to walk away towards the house, not appearing to care a bit that their younger brother was in trouble. Four watched in disbelief as they strode away, hurt striking him even harder then the pain from falling on the ground.
ā€œT-Twi?ā€ Four whimpered.
Twilight didnā€™t even give him a backward glance as they all filed in, Wind closing the door behind them.
More hands grabbed at Four, beginning to pull him backwards, and he looked frantically around for help, his gaze landing on his mother standing nearby.
ā€œMama! Donā€™t let them take me!ā€ Four cried out, but she merely shook her head, Time walking up to stand beside her.
ā€œSorry Link. Youā€™re just... not useful,ā€ Malon sighed, giving him a disappointed look.
ā€œIf only you were born with powers,ā€ his father said with a shake of his head. ā€œMaybe youā€™d be worth saving.ā€
The arms tugged Four further away from his family and he clawed against them, his eyes stinging as panic and horror shook through him.
ā€œWait!ā€ he shrieked, but Malon merely turned away, Time following after her. ā€œPlease donā€™tā€” I can be useful! I promise I can, Iā€” donā€™t let them take me!ā€
Time glanced back at him as Malon paused, his bad eye glowing slightly as they watched Four struggle.
ā€œNo you canā€™t,ā€ he said simply, voice emotionless. ā€œYouā€™re not special, Link. And this family has no need for useless children.ā€
And he and Malon turned to head inside.
ā€œNo, no wait!ā€ Four screamed, more arms clawing at him, pulling him back into the darkness. ā€œDaddy, Mama please, pleaseā€”ā€
A hand tried to cover his mouth, but Four thrashed away from it, and he managed to let out one last scream for his parents before he was pulled into the darkness.
ā€œIā€™m not useless!ā€
ā€œFour, Four wake up!ā€
Fourā€™s eyes shot open, and he didnā€™t even realize he was screaming until he it suddenly cut off into a sob, his face already damp with tears.
Something touched his arm, and Four stiffened, blinking the tears out of his eyes just enough to see the blurry figure of his father next to his bed, eyes wide with concern.
Another sob burst out of him, and Four closed his eyes, shaking with the want to throw himself into his fatherā€™s arms, but unable to forget how heā€™d looked at him in his dream.
This family has no need for useless children.
Four heaved in a whimpering breath, and before he could figure out what to do next, his father had moved forward and pulled him into his arms, holding him tight.
ā€œLink, shh, itā€™s okay,ā€ Time whispered, Four shaking with remaining terror from his dream. ā€œYou were having a nightmare, itā€™s all right.ā€
Four sobbed, his father running a hand over his head, and didnā€™t speak for several moments.
ā€œI-it, it felt real,ā€ he finally hiccuped, barely able to speak through the lump in his throat and terror constricting his chest, ā€œyou, you a-and M-Mama said Iā€™mā€”ā€
His voice broke, and Time shushed him again, still trying to calm him down.
ā€œYou s-said ā€˜cause I donā€™t have p-powers, Iā€™m useless,ā€ Four sobbed, and he heard Time inhale.
ā€œOh Four, no, youā€™re not useless,ā€ he breathed, tucking him securely under his chin. ā€œMe and your mother would never say that.ā€
ā€œBut I am,ā€ Four cried, burying his face in his fatherā€™s shirt. ā€œI canā€™t do a-anything, I canā€™t run like Wild, o-or turn into things like L-Legend or Twi, or e-evenā€”ā€
ā€œLink Smith Forester, you are not useless,ā€ Time said firmly, holding him tight. ā€œHaving or not having powers doesnā€™t have any bearing on that. Youā€™re not useless now, and you never will be. Powers or not.ā€
Four felt more tears drip down his face.
ā€œYou d-didnā€™t try to save me,ā€ Four whimpered, his words interspersed with sniffling. ā€œIn th-the dream, you didnā€™t bother.ā€
ā€œWeā€™ll always bother, Four,ā€ his father whispered back. ā€œIf youā€™re ever in trouble weā€™ll come save you, I promise. You donā€™t need to worry about that.ā€
ā€œSure?ā€ Four whispered.
ā€œIā€™m sure. I promise.ā€
Time slightly eased his grip, leaning back to grab something, and Four wiped his eyes, feeling a little better, but still miserable. His dream still lurked at the forefront of his mind, the faces of his family uncaring and indifferent, the words they spoke holding nothing but disapointment and annoyance at having to deal with him. Time leaned forward again as Four let out another sniffle, and handed him the stuffed bird he usually slept with, tucking him back into his arms.
Four squeezed it tight to his chest, and Time began to lightly rock him, humming something under his breath that Four could barely make out.
ā€œDonā€™t leave,ā€ Four whispered when Time shifted how he was sitting, and his father nodded, wrapping him more securely in his blankets.
ā€œIā€™m staying right here,ā€ he whispered back, and went back to humming the soft melody.
Four relaxed a bit, still sniffling and shaking, but much less terrified, his dream finally fading to the background of his mind. Timeā€™s hand ran through his hair, the soft rumbling of the melody in his chest comforting under Fourā€™s head, and he closed his eyes.
The last thing he remembered before drifting off was his father holding him tight.
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linkito Ā· 2 months ago
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Link, Liiiiiiiiink! I was going through your draws tag (and was šŸ‘€ at the expressions practice) but Liiiiiiiiiiiink what happened to Scar's cane? The one made from the spear? -šŸŽ€
Oh, he uses it for most of the time in the Bad Server. It was made from one of those awful spears like the one that pierced him during the Incidentā„¢, but not the same spear, thankfully agdkfhsjd
It probably didnā€™t make it back with him to Hermitcraft since the rescue was very rushed and Scar was definitely not using it at the time, but he has other canes back home!
Better ones! And ones he can put silly stickers on! šŸ„°
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old ā€”> new, since Iā€™m not sure I ever posted a version with the newer cane!
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originalartblog Ā· 2 years ago
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youā€™ve sold me!!! i am so moved!!! murase looks so homely and dad shaped
He could have been dad!!! He could have been dad!!!!!!!!
The stage play condensed/remade Murase's speech(es) to Chuuya after Adam left the room so they're completely different, and it really pushed the potential dad-son relationship between them
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and then Chuuya starts complaining about his rambling
(side note: in the official translation of SB, Murase is described as "looking light", which probably mean he's rather thin, but this is one of the few things I'll fight Asagiri over)
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angeart Ā· 3 months ago
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Aaaaange, why doesn't Scar feel safe at that moment? More Tease pretty please? -šŸŽ€
oh i can do more than tease for this one :3c
[1,2k ramble + 8,5k rp snippets]
you know how we talked about the post-return situation, with the hermits raising potential allegations against scar? worried that he might be hurting grian, that their relationship is not safe?
that is pre-wedding. that is before scar proposes, but he already has plans to. he's always dreamed of a big, fancy wedding. it'd be picturesque and grand and wonderful! there'd be lots of flowers and music, laughter and dancing. and they'd be surrounded by friends who would be happy for them.
all of this is actively crumbling in scar's hands as hermits shy away from him as if he was dangerous and unpredictable. they're wary, unsure. they no longer see their cheerful, clumsy, harmless friend. they see an unfamilair vex.
they are not happy for them. and, right now, they do not approve of their relationship either.
scar thinks this is not how home should feel like. this is not what he wants. and he doesn't know how to convince them that he's not that scarecrow they have constructed from their lack of understanding. he doesn't know how to get through this.
but it's more than that, right? all their concerns, however well meaning, also make grian spiral. there's so much stress put on the two of them suddenly, their relationship straining.
none of this was ever meant to happen like this.
it's at a point when grian starts finding his stability, after that big breakdown, that scar decides he's done hiding and running, too. if he has to convince everyone to like him again, then he will. he'll fight for this. he'll do his best so that they can overcome this.
him and grian decide to host a little sleepover. for selected hermits! that way, they'll be opening themselves up to others. they want to try and show the others who they are now. to invite them back in. to let them get to know them all over again.
they arrange for it to happen within a week or so, as they still have to make a dedicated room for it. it's a lot of people to hang out and sleep!
they dedice to repurpose their old bunker. yes, the one they constructed shortly post-rescue. the one that was their hideout, their safe place.
it's underground, its walls drenched with anxiety and uncertainty. grian itches from it all, now used to spend time in their nest-tower, high up above the ground. underground feels stifling, all of a sudden. it feels wrong.
the first thing scar does is break the ceiling, to make a big skylight. it's left open for now, sand smelting into glass.
they struggle with the concept of hosting an event for many people. they can't seem to remember what they need. desperately, they try to figure out ways to make the place seem cozy and non-threatening, both for show and for their own sanity.
they talk about a little flower patch in the middle, right underneath the skylight. something bright and nice smelling and alive. they talk about mood lighting, about fairy lights and a fireplace. andā€”
they talk about sleeping arrangements.
grian says he doesn't want to make a big nest. he... doesn't want the others in their nest.
they're not flock.
they no longer feel like family.
so instead, they try to figure out how many beds they need. except, grian still wants a nest! for him and scar. and, maybe that's good! that'll be another stepping stone, showing the others the new them. who they are. what they now need. things like that!
while scar is tasked with making the small garden, grian goes off and gathers things for beds. he starts making them, quickly becomes overwhelmed, and instead starts putting together a big net that will hold their nest-bed suspended in the air.
he might be ignoring some symptoms of sickness that he simply brushes off as stress. a bit of tension. a couple of anxious, sleepless nights. it's fine.
(it isn't fine.)
it's when they take a break that grian finds himself too lightheaded and needs to lie down.
it's only about half an hour or so later, in the middle of them talking about some of scar's previous relationship experiences, that grian starts to feel really dizzy.
he has a fever.
and he succumbs to it fast after this.
scar wants to take him to the nest upstairs, but grian says he is too nauseous to be moved, so scar does the next best thing: cocoons grian's shivering, curled up form in blankets.
and he messages the hermits.
the hermits, who think he might be doing bad things to grian.
he tells them they need to postpone the sleepover.
he tells them grian is sick.
he asks for soup, but says not to come inside.
it... doesn't sound good. it rings some alarm bells in the heads of those hermits that are Very Concerned and Very Confused and maybe a notch paranoid. but scar stops replying. he's busy dealing with a sick grian.
and hoo boy.
grian's fever climbs sharply and mercilessly, making him delirious and disoriented. he can't tell where or when they are. he keeps talking about things that have already happened. he asks if the world is ending again. he thinks him and scar will be tossed to different servers this time. he asks for [REDACTED]. he asks for flock. he asks for kane and nico, where are they????
scar's heart is splintering and tearing to shreds as he tries to keep a grip, navigating heartache and mirror panic, trying to calm grian down.
it's at this time there comes a knock at their door.
scar can't deal with the others. not right now. not now, not now, not now.
they don't ask for permission to come in. they don't take silence as a no.
grian chirps in distress, from beffudled memories alone, andā€” they're worried. they can't leave it be.
they find the hole that was meant to, eventually, be a skylight.
they drop down.
mumbo, worried out of his mind. tango, here to help. impulse, last-minute joining them just to keep things reined in.
scar knows grian is out of it. he knows grian didn't want anyone else in their nest.
these are intruders.
and all grian registers are voices. all he thinks of are hunters. he sobs, terrified.
but to the others? scar's shifting into a vex form, flickering and dangerous, clutching grian who's making distressed noises, shielding him from sight.
they need to check up on grian, but they're not allowed any closer.
of course this escalates messily. and scar's afraid and hurting, but he needs to protect grian, and they aren't seeing him anyway. they don't see that he's scared. they don't see that he's cornered and helpless. they don't understand grian's current headspace, or his experiences that dictate his feverish panic.
and there's no space to explain.
... you know what. have the rp bits. as a treat <3 (this starts at the impromptu end of conversation about scar's past relationships, just for context.)
i decided not to redact some bits, for your enrichment. and to feed into the chaos. you're welcome :3c
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SCAR
Scar takes another moment just to run his fingers over Grianā€™s forehead, then back into his hair, carefully folding his bangs back. In a lot of ways, early days with Grian were like that. Sharing their passions, enjoying each otherā€™s company, nothing but fleeting touches between them that Scar would be left thinking about for days.Ā 
He thinks he may have always been a hopeless romantic.
But is it really hopeless if the man of his dreams is here before him now? Curled up in his lap and cooing so soft?
Scar hums, pleased, even if he obviously wishes the sickness werenā€™t part of it.
ā€œEventually she was invited to some exclusive server, real far off. She didnā€™t know when sheā€™d be able to see me next, soā€¦ we decided to go ahead and split.ā€ Scar says it all so casually, because it truly was a mutual decision. One of the few relationships that ended with no misunderstandings or disappointments.
Well, it was still a little sad, but they knew it was for the best.
She didnā€™t want to leave Scar waiting, and he wanted her to feel open to exploring her relationships to the fullest with her new server mates.Ā 
ā€œI knew dating was always sort of secondary to her. Not as important as her art. She could do without it easily, especially if she was going somewhere with a bunch of other artists.ā€ Scar looks down, carrying that soft smile and directing it toward Grian. ā€œAnd she wanted me to be able to move on, so I could eventually meet, as she called it, the One.ā€ He grins, remembering that being her exact phrasing. ā€œā€¦and thatā€™s you.ā€ Scar flushes a bit at his own cheesiness. ā€œI know it.ā€
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GRIAN
grian sighs softly at the touch through his hair, relaxing even through his shivers. his teeth chatter a little, a small frown forming between his eyebrows, but it softens a little as scar continues talking.
he tries to slot the information somewhere in his head. that this was an amicable breakup, brought on by insurmountable distance, diverging life paths. that this is something scar can still remember fondly. that this person had every trust that scar will find someone right for him, and that scar is convinced that someone is grian.
but somehow, his thoughts snag and loop, a faulty wire somewhere. distance and far away servers. distance andā€”
all of a sudden, he's thinking about the apocalypse that took everything from them. everything but each other, eventually.Ā 
he thinks of distance, and a faraway server.
and scar not being with him in that scary place, or grian not being there with scar.
he takes a sharp breath, head shifting and eyes opening. his gaze is feverish and intense as it finds scar. "i would've look'd for you ev'rywhere," he says, hushed but urgent, completely nonsensical.
--
SCAR
Scar tilts his head, confused. He can tell what Grian is saying is drenched in adoration, but it feels misplaced, like it doesnā€™t belong here in this particular conversation.
Scar isnā€™t so sure heā€™s going to get an explanation with Grian in this state.
ā€œIā€™m right here,ā€ Scar decides to say instead, voice soft like flower petals placed over his skin, hoping to ease whatever tension is lingering in Grianā€™s thoughts.
His thumb brushes just in front of Grianā€™s earwing, not quite touching, but grazing over those tiny feathers that permeate his skin.Ā 
ā€œRight here.ā€
--
GRIAN
grian's gaze softens, some intensity fizzing out, even if the feverishness stays. "right here," he parrots in a weary but fond whisper, audibly relief laced. his eyes close again and he tilts his head further, chasing the touch of scar's gentle fingers.
--Ā 
SCAR
Scarā€™s glad to see Grian close his eyes, knowing he likely needs the rest. To think he was building beds and nets when he was slowly succumbing to a fever just makes Scar sad.
ā€œFor good, too,ā€ Scar adds on, humming. ā€œIf youā€™ll have me, of course.ā€
He sees his communicator buzzā€” it had been a few times during his storyā€” and wonders if that means soup is here already. With a name like soup group, maybe they had it ready-to-cook.Ā 
Slowly, he shifts one hand over to take it, just to make sure he was clear about not entering the house. Heā€™s careful to maintain soft patterns with his other, not wishing to disturb his mate.
--
GRIAN
for good. that sounds wonderful. it feels like a nest built around him.
grian coos, velvety and quiet, nuzzling weakly against scar. he feels him shift, but the attention to such details is slippery to grian's mind, especially as scar's touch remains on him, tracing gentle patterns.
--
SCAR
Scar stills for a second upon reading his messages, only drawn back into focus by the soft coo that escapes his mateā€™s lips. Heā€™s quick to continue his soothing, setting the communicator down atop a half-squished pillow with a plop.Ā 
<PearlescentMoon whispers to you> Soup delivery!
<GeminiTay whispers to you> Anybody home?
<Skizzleman> anybody seen G?
<impulseSV> Skizz
<impulseSV> Donā€™t
<Mumbo> Did something happen??
<GeminiTay> Heā€™s just sick!
<Tango> ā€¦sick huh?
<impulseSV> Here we go againā€¦Ā 
--
GRIAN
with no idea about the turmoil spreading across the server-wide chat, grian stays curled up, leaning on scar. the silence stretches, making the space feel heavier somehow, time oddly slippery.
grian doesn't like it.
he lets out another coo, this one less stable. there's a questioning edge, something insecure and sorrowful and afraid.
--
SCAR
Scar blinks rapidly, eyelashes fluttering a bit as he tries to recalibrate. He can't bother with that nonsense right now, Grian needs him. That's his only priority.
"You okay, G?" Scar asks, carefully curating his voice with his practiced honeyed tones. "Soup's at the doorstep. Should be fine to leave it there, though."
--
GRIAN
soup's here?
grian forgot all about the soup. why's it at the doorstep?
he can't think.
he lets out another coo, pitched similarly to the last.
--
SCAR
"...Are you hungry?" Scar tries to guess. "I told them to leave it there for now. I'm sure it'll stay hot."
--Ā 
GRIAN
grian's getting increasingly more confused. who brought the soup?
they're... underground, right?
there's this horrible moment when grian can't tell where they are. or when.
"... why d'n't they c'me in?" he murmurs, thinking feverishly about flock. about nico and kane, and their worried faces.
--
SCAR
"You...you said you didn't want anyone in the nest?" Scar replies, nervous now.Ā 
Did he misinterpret that? Did he just cause turmoil in the chat for no reason?
--
GRIAN
grian looks at scar again, his gaze unfocused even as he searches scar's expression for answers that evade him. he's so confused. flock is allowed in the nest?
he chirps, unable to put the mess of his feverish, disoriented thoughts into words.
--
SCAR
"Shoot," Scar says, doubting his actions now. "Iā€”I can message them again? I think the messages from Pearl and Gem were only a few minutes agoā€”"
--
GRIAN
grian stiffens, his eyes widening with more confusion.
peal and gem?
it takes him an odd, hollow moment to place those names, and then he's unthinkingly moving, rolling over, chirping in a higher pitch. the cocoon of blankets tangles around him, keeping him right where he is, unable to flare out and flap his wings.
--
SCAR
Scar is about a moment away from grabbing the communicator when Grian begins thrashing, and he quickly shifts to cradling him with his arms, trying to keep him in place. "Hey, heyyy, whoa... easy there, birdie, what's wrong?" Scar tries to imitate a small chirp, trying to say that it's okay if Grian can only make noises. He'll try to interpret to his best ability.
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GRIAN
grian breathes heavily from that small amount of exertion, completely placated by scar's tight hold and the familiar rumble of his voice. dark spots blotch out his vision, and he lets himself go limp, cradled by scar's arms. safe. safe, safe, safe.
his head is so jumbled, and everything feels like a horrible dream. they're underground. there's meant to be flock here. there's meant to beā€”
with eyes flooding with confused tears, he whimpers. "scar?" his voice is hoarse, breaking midway through. "where's avi?"
--
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SCAR
Scar's huddled over Grian, as if he wanted to shield him from the world. (He does.) He keeps his grip firm and shushes him softly, trying to reign him in as much as he can so he can get some sort of coherent answer, whenā€”
Oh.
Oh no.
"Where'sā€”" Scar chokes out, completely caught off guard by the question. He pulls away, catching sight of those tears, and suddenly his eyes are stinging as well. "Iā€”Grian, we're..." He can't answer that. He can't, he can't. "Grian we're home."
--
GRIANĀ 
grian's gaze jumps between scar's eyes. incoherency threads through his veins, spilling across his nervous system. the word home makes no sense to him.
he chirps, a quiet, mournful, quivery sound. confused and afraid.
--
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SCAR
Scar chews at his lip, trying very hard not to lose himself to the sudden flood of panic that surged through him at those words, not to mention the sheer misery of it all as well.
"We're not there, Grian," he continues to try. "We're home. We'reā€”"
He hears knocking at their door upstairs.Ā 
Scar's ears twitch, honestly unsure if Grian will hear it as well with how Scar is huddled over him and with the less acute hearing.Ā 
Muffled voices pool in from beyond the stairs.
...not gonna answer. ... just wants to be sure ... if it makes him feel better...
"...on Hermitcraft," Scar finishes, the word almost bitter on his tongue.Ā 
--
GRIAN
"iā€” butā€”" grian's oblivious to knocking or potential intruders. he sniffles, a tear falling free. he's shaking, the fever ravaging, the world gently spinning off axis around him.Ā 
he thinks scar looks a bit panicked, and it just pushes him deeper into his disoriented confusion. becauseā€” aren't they hiding? from danger? aren't they in a hideout? in a bunker, or a cave? aren't they in a nest that's incredibly makeshift, put together in a rush?
... isn't there meant to be flock here?
he chirps again, louder, still that higher pitch. fear sears through the sound, his breath turning rapid as his heart beats wildly against his ribs, even as fever presses the heavy weight of exhaustion right over his chest.Ā 
he's scared, because he can't remember. he can't remember what happenedā€”
"where are they?" he insists, his voice verging a sob. "where is flock?"
--
SCAR
Scar thinks the voices stopped for a second after Grian chirps, and the reality of the giant hole in the ceiling sets in on Scar all at once. All theyā€™d have to do is walk about the back and thereā€™d be nothing keeping anyone from seeing the two of them.Ā 
Scarā€™s wings flare out around Grian as an instinctive shield.Ā 
Grian is asking about flock, andā€¦
Well, the reality of that is that there is none here, Scar concludes dismally.Ā 
Grian didnā€™t want the hermits in their nest when they were constructing the party room. Grian asked for Avi. Grianā€™s probably thinking about Kane and Nico, too.
The hermits havenā€™t gotten there. They donā€™t know avian-brained Grian.
ā€œ[REDACTED],ā€ Scar answers, trying to give Grian a shred of reality to grasp onto. [REDACTED]
--
GRIAN
[REDACTED]?Ā 
grian's mind spins, the same way the room spins around him. he feels as if the whole ground tilted with them on it. there's sea underneath the raft of the floor.Ā 
he feels sick.
he wants to close his eyes, but he finds himself staring at scar, helpless. floatingly, he remembers words about distance and faraway servers, and he thinks of hermitcraft imploding, whole chunks being lifted up into the air.
his stomach twists and lurches. the spinny feeling makes him think even more vividly of those floating chunks. maybe they're on one now?
he ducks, as if the ground really moved from underneath them. he tries to paw at scar, but his hands are still trapped, and it just makes him thrash again against the blankets, whimpering.
he wants his flock. he doesn't understand where they are.
"call them back," he whimpers. "callā€” avi. canā€” avi can come too?" he pauses, his breath stuttering as he looks up at scar with so much pleading.Ā 
he wants a bird flock. he wants to tuck him in the middle of the makeshift nest and make sure he's safe.
--
SCAR
Scar stares at Grian, heart actively tearing itself apart at his words and tears threatening to fall.Ā 
He hears footsteps.
He canā€™t do this. If they find them heā€™s not going to be able to untangle all of this in time, heā€”
ā€œTheyā€™ll be back,ā€ he lies, chest aching. ā€œShhh, shhh, listen, theyā€™ll be back, okay?ā€
The words taste like acid on his tongue, burning his throat like rotten bile.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re sick, Gri, let me take care of you,ā€ Scar pleas, shutting out his surroundings so he can focus. Focus. Grianā€™s the only thing that matters. ā€œWhy donā€™t we go upstairs? Ifā€” if you puke on me, fine, I justā€” you should have a bath. And more blankets. And Mr. Beak.ā€
And medicine on his way up. And soup.Ā 
And away from the approaching hermits. Away from danger.
--
GRIAN
"they'll... be back?" grian repeats, in the smallest voice, each syllable threatening to snap and let it all crumble. he sniffles, another tear tumbling down his cheek as the confusion continues to tear a path through him like wildfire.
scar says their flock will be back.Ā 
he says grian is sick, and oh, maybe the world isn't ending, then?Ā 
grian feels weird. everything's fuzzy and nonsensical, memories fading and time slipping and everything melting together.
there's a sob, and it takes grian a moment to realise it came from it. "itā€” it feels likeā€”" his body shakes and trembles, barely a separate thing from the shivers. he's curling up again, making himself small. with a ragged breath and tears glistening in his eyes, he looks at scar, completely missing his point about upstairs and a bath and mr beak. what leaves his lips instead is a question that's white-hot, shaking him to his core. "scar...? is the world ending again?"
--
SCAR / MUMBO
ā€œWhatā€”ā€œ Scar is reeling from all of this. It doesnā€™t feel unlike being trapped in a cramped terracotta bunker listening to Grian murmur thoughts of death and despair. ā€œNo, Grian, the world isnā€™t ending.ā€
Scar thinks he knew how to handle this better once upon a time.
This world has ironically shaken his confidence.Ā 
ā€œWeā€™re perfectly safe.ā€ Scar continues. ā€œWeā€™re in our homeā€” our house that we built.ā€
ā€œGrian?ā€ comes a voice from above, causing Scar to bristle.
His eyes flick upward and catch sight of a nervous pair of eyes peeking over the dirt hole.
Scar does not want to talk to Mumbo right now.
--
GRIAN
grian's eyes close and he blindly curls towards scar, deeper into his hold, lost and despondent. nothing makes sense, not even scar's reassurances.Ā 
out of all the words scar says, grian wants to hold onto one the most: safe.
and yet incoherent threats continue sinking teeth into grian's flesh. sending panic signals about how he's weak if he's sick, and they're a target, and they can't run from danger. about how their flock is missing. about how they might be hurtled into different, faraway servers this time, andā€” and grian doesn't know how to survive without scar, andā€”
he sobs loudly, his breaths becoming erratic. he hears his name, but it's not scar's voice, and he flinches hard, whimpering, until some instinct catches up and tells him to run. to grab scar and abandon the nest.
he tries to flap his wings, but finds them bound.
he doesn't process that sensation right, pitching straight into memories of traps and nets, chirping high pitched and distressed. the blankets don't hold too hard, but he just can't figure them out, unaware of what they even are.
--
SCAR / OTHERS
ā€œGrian!ā€ Mumbo exclaims, calling the attention of his other unwelcome companions.Ā 
Scar snarls, luckily muted and hidden from view by his bright wings. This is not what he needs right now. This is not what Grian needs. He needs peace and quiet and warmth and soft thingsā€”
Scar hurries to try to still Grian, shushing him as calmly as he can manage. ā€œHey, hey, Grian, itā€™s me, itā€™s okay, shhhh, please calm down.ā€
Grian said he felt nauseous. This has to be about the worst thing possible for him.
ā€œScar, whatā€™sā€”ā€œ Mumbo is babbling, sounding nearly as panicked as Grian. Scar doesnā€™t care about that though.Ā 
He thinks maybe Mumbo has fallen onto his knees up there. He thinks he might be considering popping down into their space.
Scar is not having that.
Strangers are not allowed in the nest, get out, get out.
ā€œGrian, look at me,ā€ Scar tries, urgent and insistent. ā€œWeā€™re safe, weā€™re okay, Iā€” Iā€™m gonna take you upstairs.ā€
ā€œWhoa there, skippy, I donā€™t think you should be taking him anywhere!ā€ comes Tango of all people.
Scar eyes glow a faint blue, feeling cornered, while all of his body language shifts into that of defensive and protective, wrapped around Grian fully with his wings blocking the intruders from view.Ā 
He desperately attempts to lift.
--
GRIAN
grian sobs, quieter, against scar's soft, frantic shushes. he wants to believe that everything's okay, but scar doesn't sound okay, and there are all these other voices, rising up and loud, coming closer.
scar pleads for grian to look at him, and dizzily, he does, his eyesight blurred by hot tears. he's breathing too fast, which is just inviting more lightheadedness; he shakes in scar's grip, whimpering as scar repeats the promises that they're okay.
desperately, grian tries to hold onto that.
he chirps, still distressed but now also pleading, a sound meant only for scar's ears but all too loud and grating to not be heard by anyone else in the vicinity.Ā 
his wings still feel so horribly bound.Ā 
he chokes on a sob. "scar, help."Ā 
he needs to be freed andā€” and they need to run, right? they need to go? scar says they'll go upstairs. grian tries to get his hands free, wanting to hold onto him, but he's bundled up too tight in scar's arms to really manage with his feeble strength.
his stomach churns, acidic, turning and twisting with the uptick of stress and panic. he sobs again, terrified that they're about to be caught.
--
SCAR / OTHERS
Focus, Scar thinks frantically. Focus, focus.Ā 
He canā€™t let the anger from the intrusion overcome him. He canā€™t get defensive here, even if heā€™s certain one unwelcome step into their makeshift nest will set him off.Ā 
Grian is squirming in his arms, chirping as he relives some phantom experience, and Scar knows this canā€™t look good. He has to stay calm, he has to keep him under control.
But then Grian begs for his help and itā€™s like the mirage shatters around him, except this time itā€™s reality fragmenting before his very eyes, twisting and mutating into something horrible and so much more dire.Ā 
Grianā€™s sobbing, but for a second Scar sees him despondent, face torn open and wings drenched in blood. He hears voices and itā€™s like white noise, a vague threat, unwelcome.Ā 
Scar looks around frantically.
He doesnā€™t know which way Nadia isā€”
ā€œScar, buddy, hey, why dontcha just put Grian down and we can aaaaaall relaxā€”ā€œ
Scarā€™s wings flare out to their full span, one dipping over Grian as a shield. No one can see him. No one can ogle those feathers. No one, no one.
ā€œScā€“Scar, whatā€™s going on?ā€
Scar sees movement. Someone jumps down and instantly heā€™s crouched low, holding Grian tighter as his eyes glow blue.
ā€œScarā€¦ā€
Heā€™s supposed to be calm, heā€™s supposed to be gentle, heā€™s failing, heā€™s failing, but he canā€™t let them nearā€”
Scarā€™s entire body flickers blue and he bites his lip hard enough to draw blood.Ā 
ā€œStay back,ā€ he strains through sharpened teeth, voice low like a snarl. ā€œYouā€”ā€œĀ 
(You arenā€™t welcome here.)
(Youā€™re making things worse.)
(Youā€™re lucky I donā€™t slay you right here and now.)
Scarā€™s voice breaks, desperate and frightened by his own shattering psyche. ā€œYouā€™re scaring him.ā€Ā 
--
GRIAN / OTHERS
the sense of danger continues building up around grian, fueling his fear, overexerting his already sickness-weakened body. his heart continues ramming a fast, painful rhythm, and the ache across his chest just serves to make grian more scared.
scar's hold on him is firm, and grian doesn't know whether to feel comfort (he's protected, it's okay, scar's got him), or more panic (there's a threat, scar can't fight if he's gripping grian, why aren't they running?) choking on sobs that he's unable to stop, grian presses his forehead into scar's shoulder; the heat of his fever can surely be felt through scar's shirt, scalding hot. there's a familiar, faint tingling, something grian's learned to attune himself to and recogniseā€”the electrifying current of scar's magic, a warning, a preparation. a wing slings in front of grian like a glowing shield.
mumbo's standing in the bunker, jolting still at scar's accusation and the display of his vex magic. "i'm scaring him?" he stammers, incredulous and not understanding. "mate, i think he's asking to be let go," he hazards, navigating the distressing pitch of chirps and sobs with anxious misguidedness.Ā 
tango's now crouching at the edge of the hole, also intending to descend. "yeah, just let us see him. you've got nothing to hide, right? why make this worse?"
a third pair of footsteps makes it to the unfinished skylight, peering down at the situation with a tense "uhoh," trying to read what exactly is happening here. he isn't sure yet, but some alarm in his head goes off.
with straining breaths through his sobs, grian's dizziness only gets worse. even as he's securely held, he can't escape the violent sensation of the world spinning fast. his stomach tightens, burning with acid, stress overloading all of grian's already muddied senses. there are voices around him, louder, closer, but they don't process right; they're just an incoherent noise, a call of hunters saying we found them, making everything collapse in on him and scar. it feels like they're surrounded and, fearfully, grian presses himself further against scar, burrowing in as much as he can with all his limbs still tangled into the blanket net.Ā 
he should've been more careful.
he shouldn't have triggered the trap.
his eyes are tightly shut, overflowing with tears. behind his closed eyelids, he can see, vividly, avi's terrified look as he's caught in another trap.
a vile kind of panic spreads through him, sharper and more damaging than the previous one, drawing a terrified chirp out of him. the sound breaks on a sob like waves violently crashing into a jagged cliffside, and he desperately tries to take a breath through it all. to speak.Ā 
it's awful; he's so horribly lightheaded and nothing makes sense. but he has toā€” he has to say this, has to make sure scar hears, has to beg for this one thing above all else. he chokes out, wobbly and halting and small enough to be coherent only for scar, and only if he can spare enough attention to listen. "pleā€” please don'tā€” don't leā€” leave him behindā€”"Ā 
--
SCAR / OTHERS
Scar tenses, briefly glancing down at Grian as he wonders whether or not he truly has been misinterpreting it all, if Grian wants to be let go like Mumbo claims. But no, Scar can feel that feverish haze pressed into his shoulder, desperate and clingy, and his expression sharpens, eyes narrowing in Mumboā€™s direction.Ā 
No, Mumbo knows nothing.Ā 
Still, Scar shrinks under Tangoā€™s accusations, reminding him that he ought to have nothing to hide. He doesnā€™t, justā€” he canā€™t let them see. He canā€™t let anyone see the tears and the panic and the bright violet hues.Ā 
Scar knows heā€™s being irrational but his wings simply wonā€™t budge, one flung out in some innate danger response and the other curled around like a very necessary shield. They twitch but donā€™t move.
All Scar can manage is to turn them slightly transparent. A barely willing compromise.
Even his vision is flickering blue.
ā€¦Grianā€™s words make him see white.
Heā€™s vividly tossed back in time, hobbled over and bloodied, barely hanging on, watching as [REDACTED]
Grianā€™s begging him not to let history repeat itself, he knows, heā€”
Scar takes a stumbling step backward, blankets curling around his feet and threatening to drag him down.Ā 
ā€œHey, hey, hey, letā€™s not go going anywhere, pal,ā€ Tango insists as he leaps down to join Mumbo, carefully touching his shoulder in solidarity. Heā€™s jittery here, not liking he prospect of staring down an angry vex in the slightest, a totem gripped in his other hand. ā€œWeā€™re just here to help.ā€
Tears break past Scarā€™s eyes and he hiccups, struggling to stay above water, barely grappling with reality as it continues to shatter before him.Ā 
He canā€™t do this alone. Heā€™s scared, heā€™s slipping, heā€™s making it all worse.Ā 
Heā€¦ he should have nothing to hide.
ā€œHeā€™s sick,ā€ Scar pleads again, voice hoarse and not at all his own. Blue wisps escape with every word. ā€œHeā€“e has a fever, heā€™s notā€” heā€™s not thinking straight.ā€
God, are they going to believe that?
Do they believe anything he says? That a crazed vex says?
Scar looks at Grian again, desperation hanging off his tongue. ā€œGrian, youā€” Iā€”ā€œ He doesnā€™t even want to suggest it, but they probably need to hear from him. ā€œWeā€¦weā€™re safe, okay? I promise, Iā€¦ d-do you want me to put you down?ā€
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GRIAN / OTHERS
scar's suggestion is the only thing grian hears with any semblance of coherency, and it makes his lungs spasm and his heart ache. he shakes his head in panic, forehead still pressed against scar, the sharp motion rapidly destabilising the world around him until it spins in a nauseating blur. "no no no don't leave, please, don't don't don't," he chokes out, crying.
the sharpness of that reaction freezes mumbo, sends everything in him careening into doubt.
it's this moment impulse takes his cue to join in. he jumps down, touching tango's arm just as tango is taking a breath to speak, feet moving to step forwards. impulse stops him, gently, even as tension drips from his voice. "tango, wait."
grian's sobs fill the air; the transparency of scar's wings doesn't offer much more clarity. all impulse can tell is that the avian is shaking.
but his eyes draw higher, meeting scar's. his gaze softens at the sight of tears, and he lifts his hands up placatingly, the gesture feeling like lowering of a weapon. "scar." his voice is quiet, just loud enough to be heard. he tries to keep it calm, even as his nerves are fraying with the situation. "you aren't going to run off with him anywhere, right? it's okay. we won't hurt you guys."
mumbo's eyes widen at that, gaze whipping from impulse to scarā€”for the first time noting the tears in the vex's eyes. "oh, gosh, no, we aren't here to hurt anyone!" he echoes, distraught.Ā 
--
SCAR / OTHERS
Scar tightens his grip, pulling Grian up higher and whispering soft nothings, assuring him that heā€™ll stay, that he hears him, he wouldnā€™t leave him, not ever.Ā 
Scar tenses up when yet another person enters their space, but visibly relaxes when he recognizes Impulseā€™s voice, something steady and yielding to the way that he speaks. Itā€™s the only voice that doesnā€™t distort into that of a hunterā€™s call in Scarā€™s rattled mind.
Slowly, Scar pulls his leg back in, shaking as he gives up on the half-step he was taking away. ā€œIā€¦ I know that,ā€ he fibs, because part of him doesnā€™t believe them. ā€œBut Grian doesnā€™t. Nā€“not right now.ā€
Tango appears unconvinced, making a short grumbling sound that Impulse cuts off with a light shove.Ā 
Impulse recognizes this scene. Maybe itā€™s just the flicker of Scarā€™s wings, but Grian appears to have that same glossed over look in his eye that he had the day they found themā€” unrecognizing, inconsolable.Ā 
It isnā€™t good.
--
GRIAN / OTHERS
grian's sobs quiet down a little at the soft assurances, but the world keeps swirling and swimming.Ā 
mumbo lets out a choked noise, not willing to reconcile with the idea that grian might not recognise them as safeā€”despite all the hints of their early days on the server post-rescue. he thinks of grian, bruised and bitten and flinching, and he can't let this go. he can't. "please," he begs. "i just want to see him."
impulse looks at mumbo, then back at scar. he's holding out his arm, in case the others would have the stupid thought of moving forwards.
he needs to bargain here, and it's hard.
he tries to hold onto the way scar let pearl at least somewhat close, that day when they pulled scar and grian from that awful world, grian's wing tangled in a horrible trap that tore at it. pearl wasn't allowed to touch, but she was allowed to help, and maybe they could arrive at something similar here, too.
"scar...?" impulse says, gentle and calm again. (it's only the smallest of wobbles that betrays him.) "do you think you could sit down? you don't have to let go of him, just, let us see? we don't have to come close." and then, after a breath, he tentatively pushes with another suggestion: "i think if you're calm about it, it might help him calm down too. you don't have to get away from him."
"yes he does!" tango protests.
impulse whips to face him. "tango!" he snaps back.Ā 
grian flinches in scar's arms at the raised tones, letting out another loud, terrified chirp, curling into scar for protection. he's back to sobbing louder, all of scar's comfort undone in one swift go.
--
SCAR
Scarā€™s wings sag the slightest bit, drawn in by the soft promises Impulse is laying out, but still hesitant to follow.Ā 
Sitting down would mean giving up an easy escape route. They could be lying. He could be cornered. This could all be a ploy to get him to lower his guard.
Tangoā€™s outburst does not help settle that fear.
Scar grits his teeth together, a few stray tears falling as he struggles to form words. ā€œStop yelling,ā€ he demands, light blue magic slipping past sharpened teeth.Ā 
Heā€™s back to soothing Grian, not yet yielding and not at all regarding Mumboā€™s request.Ā 
ā€œShh, shh, Iā€™ve got you, okay? Iā€™mā€”ā€œ He looks over the three pairs of eyesā€” fearful, disdainful, concernedā€” and focuses in on Impulse. ā€œTheyā€™reā€¦ friends.ā€ (Not flock.) ā€œIā€™m just gonnaā€¦ kneel down here, okay?ā€ (A small compromise.)
--
GRIAN / OTHERS
grian continues crying, albeit a little bit quieter again. just a notch. it's hard to tell if scar's soothing is working, or if he's just tiring himself out.
tango, to his credit, seems a bit alarmed by the reaction he's gotten. but he is still relentlessly wary, suspicious of this whole situation.
impulse can tell, and it keeps him tense. he wishes he could just tell tango and mumbo to leave, but he knows they wouldn't budge. not now. not when things are like this.
he holds back a sigh, looking grian's way. "yeah, we're friends," he echoes, soft, trying to sound harmless and encouraging.
he isn't even sure grian's listening to him. he isn't sure he can recognise his voice. it feels awful.
he doesn't think tango and mumbo realise the extent of what's happening. that if grian's mind is scrambled with the sickness, he might not be mentally present here. on hermitcraft. he might be stuck somewhere else entirely, and the thought of it pains impulse.Ā 
the least they can do is play along.
the least he can do is try to deescalate this whole thing.
"c'mon," he tugs at tango and mumbo, voice low. "let's sit down."
"whā€” i don't wantā€”" tango starts in protest, but impulse holds his gaze, steady.Ā 
"shh," he reminds him, shutting tango up.
"oh gosh," mumbo lets out, wobbly, and slowly lowers himself down to the floor.
impulse does the same, dragging tango down with him.
"see?" impulse looks back at scar, trying to offer a small smile. "we're not gonna go closer if you guys aren't ready. we're at the same level here. it's okay." he's willing to be patient here, but he worries that tango and mumbo might not be.Ā 
--
SCAR
Scar stares for a long moment, fidgeting between trust and opportunity, wondering if he could run. If he could take them down if theyā€™re going to make themselves vulnerable like this.
His ears twitch with alarm at the mere thought, catching himself before he can spiral further into delusion.
Carefully, he lowers himself to the ground, knelt down on both knees so he could easily spring back into action.Ā 
ā€œWe arenā€™t ready,ā€ Scar confirms, warily eyeing the lot of them.Ā 
His eyes are still bright blue, though slightly less fiery. His chest flickers occasionally, a warm white light. His wing lowers by only an inch.Ā 
He allows himself one moment of weakness, eyes flicking back down toward the shivering avian in his arms. ā€œā€¦ I promise a warm bath after this, okay?ā€ he whispers, though his voice carries, still too ragged from pressed together fangs. ā€œWā€“weā€™re gonna be fine.ā€
--
GRIAN / OTHERS
impulse nods. he knows they aren't ready, but he hopes hearing that helps the others settle too. "we'll wait. take it slow. make sure he's okay," he coaxes, tone soft. hoping, desperately, that tango and mumbo won't mess this up. that they understand and will follow his lead. "we're not getting any closer. you have space." he pauses, and then he adds, a bit of heartache slipping into his voice: "you're safe, i promise."
grian recognises that they went down, slow and controlled. scar's hold is still tight and secure, and he's talking to him softly, and grian scrambles to understand what's happening. they're... not in danger anymore? scar says they're going to be fine.Ā 
with a tired coo, grian nuzzles into his shoulder. he trusts him, even as he still sniffles, tears dripping down.Ā 
his body feels awful, and his wings twitch, only to find themselves still tangled. it's that sensation that prompts another miserable sob from him, albeit less panic-driven. "take it off," he pleads, begging scar to untangle the trap that restricts him. "take itā€” scar, hurts," he whines.
the blanket doesn't actually hurt. his body aches from the fever and extertion, but his head tells him that pressure against his wings ought to be painful, and so that's what it is. the fear mistranslates into painā€”or maybe just inevitability of the pain if this goes on, he isn't actually sureā€”the memories more vivid than reality itself.
--
SCAR
Scar nods slowly, wings lowering just a little bit more. He can see the tension actively begin to roll off of Mumbo, but for some reason that doesnā€™t comfort Scar in the slightest.Ā 
He tries to offer gratitude toward Impulse in some way, but then his attention is dragged back to Grian, ears flicking as he grows rigid and attentive once more.
ā€œTakeā€¦?ā€ Scar questions, looking Grian over in confusion before it finally clicks. ā€œTheā€” oh.ā€
He shifts a little, resting Grianā€™s weight firmly on his legs, and slowly peels away a few layers of blankets, trying to simply loosen them up and allow for his wings to slip free.Ā 
ā€œItā€™s okay, youā€™re okay,ā€ Scar assures him, voice already growing much softer, no more wisps escaping when he speaks. ā€œThere you goā€¦ ā€˜m sorry.ā€
--
GRIAN / OTHERS
it's the word hurts on grian's tongue that has mumbo jolting, and impulse has to react fast, grabbing him and keeping him still. "stay calm," he hisses under his breath, quiet enough to be intended only for their trio.
"do you really expect us just to sit here," tango hisses back, "when grian just said he's being hurt?"
impulse exhales, long and tense. "that's not what he said. and he asked scar to fix it. he said," he stresses, somehow still managing to keep his voice hushed and low, "he wants scar to stay near him. so sit. still. and wait."
grian, in the meanwhile, squirms as the blanket layers gets peeled off, feeling the pressure relent. he breathes out, a bit more steadily, forehead still firmly against scar. some of his crying tapers off once he can twitch his wings and feel no resistanceā€”and the loosened blankets let his hands free, too. he uses this immediately to grab onto scar's shirt, depletedly holding on.Ā 
"thanks." he sniffles. and then he asks, feeling small and vulnerable, his heart still frightened: "are we safe...?"
--
SCAR
ā€œYes,ā€ Scar replies, even if he doesnā€™t feel safe in the slightest. He feels under attack, though perhaps at least not physically. ā€œā€¦weā€™re having a sitting party.ā€
Itā€™s a bit of a nonsensical thing to say, but Scar is trying desperately to reel himself in here. His eyes are only barely green, a blue sheen still hiding them away. He feels tense and uneasy, watching Tango in particular now with narrowed vision.
It flicks to Mumbo, accusatory in his stare. ā€œI said we didnā€™t want visitors,ā€ Scar states, guarded. ā€œSo why are you here?ā€
--
GRIAN
it is a bit nonsensical, the words sitting party taking a while to slot in grian's mind. but if they're having a party, that means there is someone else, right? the memories of the confusing, threatening voices feels fuzzy to grian. the danger has passed, the hunters are gone. they wouldn't be sitting down, wings released, having a party of all things otherwiseā€”and scar confirmed they're safe.
which means...
maybe scar called them over, like grian asked?
he relaxes a little bit more, even as he still continues to wade his confusion. "flock...?" he asks in a tiny coo.Ā 
he's leaning his head on scar's shoulder, staring blankly off in the direction of scar's other shoulder, not focused on anything in particular. his vision still swims.Ā 
--
SCAR
ā€œā€¦ Friends,ā€ Scar corrects, because theyā€™re not. ā€œā€¦ Theyā€™re justā€”ā€œ Scar swallows down some bitterness, trying to stay calm. ā€œā€”worried about you.ā€
And then he looks back to Mumbo, eyes glowing a bit brighter again as he waits for his answer.
(Theyā€™re worried about Grian. Not him. Unless being worried of him counts.)
--
GRIAN / OTHERS
"mhn?" grian makes a confused sound at the word friends. it doesn't want to slot anywhere in his head. who?
mumbo, in the meanwhile, shrinks under scar's sharp attention. "we were worried," he offers, nothing more than a repeat of what scar's just said himself.Ā 
tango steps in, pointing out: "you said he was sick. we wanted to check in on him."
--
SCAR
Scarā€™s ears droop at Grianā€™s clear inability to recognize the concept. But frankly, he doesnā€™t blame him.
With a sigh, Scar scans the three of them again, looking them over for any sign of trouble, but he notes a distinct lack of anything, which makes him frown.
ā€œSo, what? Did you bring medicine?ā€ he asks rhetorically, because he knows the answer. ā€œSoup? Blankets? Bath salts?ā€
His eyes narrow with each question.
--
OTHERS
there's a very clear faltering across the whole group. they exchange glances, slightly nervous.Ā 
"iā€” weā€”" mumbo stammers, face flushing. he's suddenly feeling very uneasy. chastised. he stares at the bundle scar's holding, what he at first was so sure was a distressed avian probably really just a feverish one, and it makes him deflate. he didn't think past the anxiety enough to consider that scar might be telling the truth. (he's still not sure. he still needs to see grian, properly. he still wants to check.) (but the scales of probability are tipping in a way that makes him feel off balance and out of place.)
impulse sighs. he didn't have time to stop them long enough to ask them to be sensible and bring something for grian if he truly is sick. he is here as a chaperone andā€”oh boy is he glad he came. he can't imagine how this would've panned out otherwise.
"you weren't replying on the comms," tango soldiers through, still frowning, still a touch confrontational. he doesn't like the way scar's looking at him. doesn't like all his sharp edges. doesn't like the feeling that scar's still hiding something. "we didn't know what you need." he pulls slightly back, straightening up. "do you need anything?" he challenges. there already was a soup delivery by the front door, and it certainly doesn't seem like they're low on blankets.
--
SCAR
ā€œI was a little preoccupied,ā€ Scar replies dryly, frustrated that heā€™s still being questioned. ā€œIā€™d think itā€™s customary to bring at least some sort of gift,ā€ Scar continues to pry, not letting it go. Not letting it slide that they clearly came here out of fear instead of assistance. ā€œBut sure, sure, we certainly wouldnā€™t say no to some minty bath salts or some tea leaves.ā€
Scar briefly wonders if thatā€™s all it would take to make this unwelcome trio leave. He doubts it.
ā€œOr, you know, some peace and quiet so he can get some rest,ā€ Scar concludes, tight jawed and eyebrows furrowed. At least his eyes are back to green.
--
OTHERS
mumbo recognises that they're being thrown out, but it just makes him dig his heels in. "we can bring some tea, butā€” but scarā€”"
it's tango who breaks this line drawn in the sand again, encroaching on a minefield territory. "we still haven't seen grian." because this sliver they can see right now doesn't count. it doesn't say anything about whether or not grian's hurt, underneath it all. even if grian begs for scar to be close. honestly, tango doesn't consider grian the best judge of that right now. unhealthy attachments exist!
--
SCAR
Scar exhales through his nose, slow and barely steady.Ā 
Reluctantly, he lowers his wing, allowing an unobstructed gaze, though he makes no effort to close the distance between them. He doesnā€™t want that line broken.
ā€œā€¦happy?ā€
--
GRIAN / OTHERS
grian registers scar's wing falling away, and it makes him feel oddly exposed. grian isn't sure to whom; scar said their flock isn't here, but that they're safe. still, he ducks, hiding his face in scar's chest. that way, he can pretend he's still shielded. that way, he can pretend the world can't hurt him. (the way he can feel scar's breaths is just a nice, soothing bonus. scar's right here, alive, right next to him. perfectly in reach, as grian's fingers tug at him.) (he closes his eyes, willing the surroundings to stop tipping around them. his feathers fluff up lightly.)Ā 
mumbo makes another strangled noise, and he moves as if to stand up, compelled to go closer. to check. toā€”Ā 
to be there.Ā 
grian's his friend, and there wasn't a time when mumbo wasn't allowed to be near. to take care of him when he feels unwell.
with blankets and grian's wings still firmly in the way, and grian's whole body turned away from them, mumbo still can't see anything. so no, he isn't happy.
"... grian?" he tries, calling out to him, coaxing him to look his way as he gets up to his wobbly feet.
--
SCAR
Scar bristles again, wings twitching as he instinctively growls, low and mercifully non-threatening, but it certainly doesnā€™t sound that way to an untrained ear.Ā 
These are untrained ears.Ā 
Scar registers the flinch in varying degrees from all three of them, and his ears twitch, then droop again in shame.
He canā€™t do this. He canā€™t let someone else close. It doesnā€™t matter how fidgety and awkward Mumbo is, Scar doesnā€™t trust him to come close.
Mumbo who says foolish things; Mumbo who looks at him like a stranger; Mumbo who cares so much that Scar canā€™t help but feel strangled by it as it weaves around him, passing him by and threatening to smother Grian in his disturbed state.Ā 
--
GRIAN / OTHERS
grian makes an inquisitive mewl, a soft and small sound, unworried at scar's growl. he knows it's not threatening, so he just gently prods, inquiring as to what's wrong. what's bothering scar?
pointedly, he doesn't react to mumbo's call at all. as if he didn't even register it.
tango's rising to his feet now, too, but impulse puts a hand on his shoulder.
it doesn't deter tango, and they both stand up. still far away, but in a way the three of them are now towering over kneeling scar, looking down with varying emotions.Ā 
"we'll get you some tea," impulse says, quiet, measured. he's looking directly at scar. he's trying to tell him that he sees him. that he doesn't blame him, no matter how stifling and explosive this situation is turning out to be.
"impulse!" tango squeaks, indignant, protesting. "he's hiding something!"
impulse's gaze cuts sharply to tango. "keep your voice down!" he hisses, frowning, then sighs. he understands they're anxious, but lines do need to be drawn.
for grian's sake as well as for scar's.Ā 
impulse looks back at scar, tries to soften all the jaggedness from his pooling tension. "do you think you can get him to sleep? rest a little?" he suggests. "we will come back with the tea. if grian's asleepā€” we can look at him then? so he won't be scared of us?" he bites at his lip, and then adds: "just look. and we can help if you'll need anything else from us, yeah?" it's a gentle proposal, an attempt to find a tightrope that won't send them all careening towards some awful abyss.
--
SCAR
Scar feels so horribly small knelt down like this in front of people that are seemingly hellbent on misinterpreting his every move. His wings fall to the ground at the insinuation of him hiding something once again.
Heā€™s not. Heā€™s hiding Grian maybe, but he was scaredā€” he asked for help and this is how Scar would helpā€¦
Scar trembles under the spotlight of their gazes, even if Impulseā€™s is softer. He feels like he canā€™t moveā€” like he isnā€™t allowed.
ā€œIā€¦ I want him to rest,ā€ Scar agrees weakly, nodding once in exhausted misery. ā€œYouā€¦ yeah. You can check on him then.ā€
He still hates it. Hates the idea of someone in their nest. Hates that heā€™s still being more or less monitored, hates that he canā€™t be trusted with what he knows best.
Scar looks down to Grian, eyes big, barely holding back the fear that seeps into that forest green. ā€œCan I take you upstairs? ā€¦nest?ā€
--
GRIAN / OTHERS
impulse softens further at scar's agreement, hearing the fatigue and defeat in his voice. it makes his heart ache, even more when he thinks about everyone else overlooking that. "alright... thank you, scar," he says gently.
then his eyes flick to find the exit, realising they're going to have to walk past.Ā 
"can we... leave? or do you want us to wait until you go first?" impulse checks nervously, gaze jumping between scar and the avian he's cradling. he has a feeling scar doesn't want them here any longer than necessary, but impulse isn't sure if getting closer only for the sake of walking out is what he needs.
"or we can dirt pillar up," mumbo suggests with a nervous little laugh, attempting nonchalance and jokes, even as everything in him still rails against this. he's drawn forward, towards grian, like a moth to a flame. he wants to check him over, touch his skin, care for him. he doesn't realise he's completely disregarding scar in this scenario. doesn't realise he sees him as nothing but a mad guard dog, standing in his way for no reason.Ā 
"you're giving up?" tango huffs, tail swishing.Ā 
"iā€” what?" mumbo laughs again, more nervously this time. "we'll be back."
"what, so he can cover up his tracks?" tango pushes, frowning. all too aware that a potion or two are enough to hide most injuries. and an asleep grian can't answer any check-up questions.
it's impulse who growls now. "tango. scar isn't our enemy. he's our friend. maybe you should start treating him as such."
"iā€” whā€” butā€”" tango stammers, completely taken off guard, ears pulling low.
grian, in the meanwhile, reacts to scar's careful, gentle question. his unfocused gaze lifts up, seeking to anchor in familiar green, feeling fragmented and vulnerable and still sick. "nest," he echoes, impossibly sad and hopeful, yearning. he sniffles, not paying their surroundings any attention; the memories still swirl through him, and nothing quite feels real.
nothing but scar.
he tips forward, wraps his arms around scar's shoulders in a weak hug, clinging to him in a position that makes it easy to carry him.Ā 
"... can the bucket come with us?" he half-jokes hoarsely.
--
SCAR
Turns out it doesnā€™t feel good being spoken about like he isnā€™t right there, and Scar finds himself slumping forward in defeat, misery seeping deep into his bones.
His chest flickers once more, eyes clouded with a blue fog that only fades when Grian wraps his arms around. Grian, who does trust him and is deserving of his love and attention.
Wretchedly, Scar swallows down his anxieties, does his best to ignore the unwelcome surroundings. He doesnā€™t even provide them an answer, instead leaning down to kiss Grianā€™s (still dreadfully warm) forehead.
ā€œAnything you need, G,ā€ he croaks, rising on incredibly wobbly feet and hooking the handle of the bucket with his pinky.Ā 
Wordlessly, he turns his back to his intruders and begins walking upstairs, unable to bear their presence any longer. His wings flick and tremble, uncomfortable being exposed to what he still inevitably seems as enemies.Ā 
(Itā€™s only fair considering how heā€™s actively antagonized.)
ā€œSo sorry about all this moving aroundā€¦ā€ Scar continues murmuring, feeling entirely off balance, but managing to stay steady only because Grian is in his arms. ā€œWeā€™ll get nice and comfy, alright? And our guests can bring the soup in.ā€
Thatā€™s the only acknowledgment they get.
--
GRIAN
grian lets out a soft noise at the kiss, a mix of comforted and still absolutely miserable. he isn't sure if he feels hot or cold, and his body aches. the nausea is ever-present, making any move a wretched matter, especially when coupled with his still spinning head.
he tries to hold onto scar a bit firmer, but his strength isn't there. he groans, whimpering. "slow," he pleads, not knowing how else to mitigate this.
he really doesn't want to puke if he can help it. although maybe having it over would feel better than this.
--
SCAR
ā€œSlow,ā€ Scar parrots, purposely stilling himself for a moment before continuing at a steadier pace. He didnā€™t realize he was rushing, honestly, but it makes sense.
He wants those eyes off of his back.
He thinks he hears the sound of pillaring blocks, and thatā€™s likely for the best.Ā 
ā€œNice and slow,ā€ he confirms again, trying to keep Grian level once theyā€™re past the steps.Ā 
--
aaaand iā€™ll wrap it up with that. :3
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TAKING; a playlist for Barbara Howard, the things she takes, and how it all leads to Her. [x]
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