#red life scar

[ezzriin]

U-uhm... could you maybe.. uhm....

S-Scar red life skin? 👉👈🥺

He's serving cunty mafia boss.

[sygni]

3l scar design

[yssll]

I love this skin so muchh

[pastel-clown-friends]

This took me

So much longer than it should have...

BUT! SL!SCAR MY GUY- I rotate him in my head frequently and at various speeds

Song is Eat You by Caravan of Thieves || Original meme is by Halup on YouTube || Drawn in Medibang pant pro || Edited/Animated with Alight Motion 30fps

Buy me a Kofi!! It really helps me continue making fun stuff like this!

I also do commissions! Dm me if interested! They are always open!

[characcoon]

"If you're a Vex, where are your wings?" "I traded them away." "For what?" "For control over my freedom."

[hallowed-animations]

So the surprise cosplay I did today was red life scar alongside my friend as Grian (it’s my first life series cosplay

[jadienjaystoriesandart]

Red Means I Love You

Summary: Scar finds red a fascinating color, even more so as a red name person.

TW: Blood, Possessive Behavior, Red Name Shenanigans, Mentions of Cannibalism (Scar eats people, vex or carnivore in general)

Author Notes: Takes place in double life, based upon a tik tok i saw. It's a short idea, kind of diving into Scar's head when it comes to Grian in Double Life.

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Red.

It was a color of many meanings, lighten the hue it could mean passion, love, and heat. Darken the hue it could mean blood, murder, and anger.

Scar always did like the color red, the way it stained everything it touched, leaving splotches of the sticky color. The way the haze of it over took his mind when he felt the excitement rush through his veins. The rush of the chase, the urge to pounce with claws, to dig in with sharp teeth. Perhaps he loved it a bit too much?

When down to his last life, everyone knew what it was like. Most caved to it quickly, the smell of blood making them feral. The urge to feel heat. To get that adrenaline rush and feel the red inside you push you through that red haze to the kill.

Each red name had their own quirks, Joel got manic and insane, chasing down each prey he saw. Smelling the fear made him become animistic. He never liked the red part of it, never the blood, he just like to run and run and run. Until the prey stopped and he could savor the moment of the sweet fear.

Scar's own brand of red was fire, he liked to watch the pretty things explode and burn. He liked the way they ran away from his rain of terror, to escape the blast zone. The rush of heat against his exposed skin, burning and making the red in him boil for more, more more! He liked the smiles, shark like as he cornered the skittish rabbits, promising with his cat like teeth that he won't eat the little mousey, if they just give him the time of day.

He could be a bit over zealous about it, over estimating his abilities. But having been the first to experience it, and the only one to taste it for a time. He learned to harness it, and found some fascinating things about the Red Name.

Red Names were programed to kill, hunt, and destroy. They could ignore it, it was uncomfortable, but it wasn't impossible. When you're the only one, you learn to adapt. And adapting is how Scar found out other things about Red Names, and why they needed to cut all ties with people around them. Not that it would stop this feeling from forming.

Attachments.

A sane and normal person when growing fond of someone when green or yellow, could still rationally accept certain things. Like not imagining their partner bleeding, wanting to taste their attachments blood, wanting to just rip and tear into them. Acts of love were normal.

Not exploding 3 people in a row, laughing manically, and making the red haze flare up and heart to race. Looking at void eyes and feeling the sheer glee that made his teeth itch to just bite down into the soft flesh, to just... taste it. To want, to need, to just make it HIS.

Scar looked at Grian for a long moment as the other was prepping for them both to win this. But with this feeling also came another feeling. It was why Red Names needed to be separated from their attachments. It could just be his nature, could be how his species sees mates or potential mates. But he hated how what was his would try to run away. The chase was fun, but not when they were actually trying to escape.

He's never had to chase Grian, not even in Last Life, the other always came back. And sure he was back now, but the feeling of hands that weren't his on that skin. That other lips had tasted the red in Grian. The haze grew even when he was yellow. Even when passive, it made him angry. Now, now those feelings were bubbling to the surface.

This series had them feel more than just their soulmates pain. He could just feel everything that was Grian. The phantom weight on his back, the way the bird claws gripped the ground. The way the other would be touched and held and... Scar tasted blood, which caused Grian to jolt and feel the teeth in his cheek.

"Scar! Stop that!" Grian chided to him, feather puffed up as Scar let go of the inside of his cheek.

Then laughed lightly, "Sorry G, didn't notice i bit to hard." he said casually with a wave of clawed hands. Ears flicking as he smiles at his soulmate.

Those black eyes looked at him, gleaming with a coat of red. Red that would be on Grian's hands soon, on his face, and sweater. If only it still had the gleam of sand flecks in it. The sheen of sweat over the smears. The way his fist connected with that nose, Scar maybe was purring.

Grian rolled his eyes, "Whatever, come help me with this, we're gonna go make sure Ren pays." he said with a grin of all teeth. Stark white compared to the red of him.

Scar just smiled and nodded cheerfully, but he also had another target in mind. he wondered what the flesh would taste like on his teeth. To feel the bones pop under them as he bites down on the shoulder. Would the tears mix well with the copper of the red spewing out of his shoulder? Would Ren feel it too? Would Grian have an easier chance? Would Grian even take that chance against Ren?

Maybe...

Touching the soft curly hair, to used a clawed hand to brush away the tears. Next to a silent grave. As Scar shushed Grian, running the red streak down the others lips. Watching as Grian's tongue would instinctively lick it off. The way the void eyes would dilate, how own red haze flaring with Grian's.

They might not be perfect. They might even be so toxic for each other, horrible for the others sanity. But maybe thats why they always came back to each other.

They both liked the color of red, it meant they loved each other.

Grian was his, and he was Grian's. That's all that matter. Even if Grian still clings to a silly notion of a secret soulmate who was softer and sweeter, he still craved the bitter red in his mouth. Even if he likes to pretend other wise.

Scar would smile, and Grian would mimic it, he wouldn't have it any other way.

[the-lesbian-orpheus]

Hi as an huge desert duo enjoyer for a while who has seen 3rd life several times and the other series like at least 2

I go feral for anytime we see the flowers (for example scars red skin AHHHH) but I genuinely don’t remember what part/episode of 3rd life it’s in/ever seeing the og clip so

please someone send me a time stamp if you have it so I can brain rot properly

Thank you good people of tumblr

Edit:

@girlhelpiamsufferingfrombrainrot thank you so so much for the timestamp- i couldn’t send this in the comments 💀

[canyoubelieveitsmc]

Hermittober day 1 frost

Life is such a fickle thing

[applepixls]

I CAUGHT HIM

I FOUND IT.

grian didnt include it in his own episode and lizzie didn't include it either and i didn't see it in mumbos episode? but in skizz's episode you see him add the <3 by his name and then spin around really quickly like he's scared someone saw

[solargeist]

its funny when they're fighting

[noka-exe]

different eras

[mochiwrites]

Grian is a hypocrite. He knows. God, does he know it. He’d never acknowledge that fact, however, would never admit to it. He isn’t exactly the type that goes around readily confessing his flaws, after all.

He had told Jimmy he wouldn’t restart the session if he died, right after he’d been knocked down a few lives. Grian said it without hesitation, as amusement spilled from his voice like it had been paint in a can that tipped over. It wouldn’t be fair, nor right, to restart the session. And if he restarted it for Jimmy, what kind of message would that send the others? It might become expectation if someone permanently died so early on.

He needed to be firm about it—even if Jimmy’s misfortune came from bad luck, things out of his control.

Grian can’t go giving out special favors. He can’t be biased.

He’s a hypocrite for it.

It happens on the mountain, right by the long staircase made of soft pink cherry wood. He doesn’t even notice at first, attempting to avoid his personal harbinger, a snail. Honestly, Grian didn’t mean for things to go this badly. As with most things with him, Grian thought it to be a silly joke. A hat tip toward a well known hypothetical query.

But in typical fashion, Grian overestimated his friends’ survival capabilities. With their own personal snails tailing them constantly, he watched as death after death rolled in, giggling over each one (unless it was Mumbo or Skizz).

Maybe by now he should know better.

“Who would make my snail invisible?! Who would boobytrap my snail like that?!”

Grian looks over at Lizzie, both flabbergasted and impressed, “That’s—that’s devious.”

The second he turns, it happens.

(Sandy domes under their feet, a ravine cutting right through their path. Mischievous giggles shared between them before they’re torn apart, the sound coming to an abrupt end.

With a shout he pushes his hand out, but to no avail. Yellow turns to red and all that’s left are their foot prints in sand, a pile of items below.

He’s left at the top, lips curling around the syllables of a name as hysteric laughter follows it, distress wrapping around it like a ring.

He never did manage to catch him.)

Grian is a hypocrite, because the moment Scar dies right in front of him, he panics. That invisible snail wasn’t Lizzie’s. It was Scar’s. He stops, breath cutting itself short on its own blade, body freezing itself in ice. He gets a second of eye contact with the man, seeing the shock and fear lacing his expression before he’s gone.

“Oh, Scar!” The outcry is loud as it crackles with distress.

This is it, he’s on his final life now. If he dies it’s permanent. No do overs. No restarts. No special favors. Scar will die. Grian can’t stomach the thought, can’t let it happen. He’s failed every other time and this world has only just begun. It’s too early. It’s… it’s not fair.

END THE SESSION. END THE SESSION! END IT. SAVE HIM. END END END END END END END!

Grian is a hypocrite.

Whether it be out of some sort of twisted and tangled guilt, or the lingering feeling of a debt to Death that never truly went fully repaid, he isn’t sure. There is no hesitation, just a natural instinct, an ingrained habit. If it were anyone else he’d let it happen, let the game run its course.

But his choice is obvious when it comes to Scar, even when he doesn’t want it to be. He’s always going to be drawn to him, always going to feel this pull. He’ll sacrifice it all, twist himself up in however many different contradictions he needs.

For Scar.

“The session is over!” he shouts, rapidly typing in the world chat for the others. He spams the message a few times in his hurry before switching to turn the wild card off. And he does it just in time, with Scar’s snail just a few inches away from the man. It disappears, along with the others, and a collective sigh of relief is released from those among them.

He feels Them watching, unhappy with their meal being cut short. But Grian doesn’t care. He never has.

“Man, that was a close one! I thought I was a goner,” Scar laughs over to his side, drawing Grian’s attention. “Thanks for the quick save there, G-man.”

Grian smiles at him, some small thing. “Don’t get used to it,” he returns.

There’s a knowing look in Scar’s now ruby eyes, and the sun on Grian’s hair feels warmer; heated, nostalgic. “Of course.”

He’s not supposed to play favorites, not meant to be biased. He’s not supposed to interfere to keep a player alive (something he made very clear to Mumbo and Skizz prior). But existing in a world like this without Scar feels wrong and near painful so early on. He couldn’t stand around and do nothing. He couldn’t just watch.

Not when it’s Scar.

Grian pretends not to notice the glance Jimmy throws at them, a brow raised. He’s been seen right through.

[applestruda]

[pastel-clown-friends]

I'm working on something very fun rn but ughhhh I'm learning Alight motion along side my art changing so- this will be interesting when I'm done.

[characcoon]

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