#scar Kelek

[skelekins]

=w= have another silly scar page - this time featuring shenanigans Soma & Fang belong to @smokbeast Snaps belongs to @didderd

:D Snaps tree doodle is a reference to the fic-thread didderd and I are working on. U can see the most recent update here

[skelebagels]

@didderd's tags on this post ;3 oh boy a reason to word doodle

cw: death, violence, cannibalism, general horror-tale awfulness

Scar's home was very obvious in its decay. The underground didn't feel right, smell right, and it was so quiet. A universe of horrors that has been left to rot away for a while. Long enough for the magic to taint and sour, leaving dust - liquid and particulate - to gather slowly from a decomposing monster instead of vanishing the corpse in an instance.

It gave the others more opportunity for survival.

As a result its extremely obvious to those in the vicinity when a monster so full of life suddenly appears. Scar is one of the first to stalk his way to Snaps and investigate the succulent smell of heavy magic.

He's a little surprised when he sees a skeleton monster, but not one he recognizes. Not that he is personally familiar with the local bone boys. His body shivers and jitters from where he hides and stalks from a distance.

He's so hungry. The sharp heat of magic is already filling his mouth and coloring his jaw while his vision narrows on the possible prey. Hungry but its bones and theres something thats distracting him. Hungry but its bones, distraction, hungry, bones.

Bones have marrow...

He claws at the stitches running up the left side of his scalp, pestering the wound thats never fully healed.

He could break the bones and eat the marrow.

He had to duck and fall back some distance when his ears caught a starving snarl and realized it was from himself.

There was... Something smelled heavy of magic.

Scars mind didn't focus anymore, not really. It easily fell into cycles, forgetting the previous until something sparked in him and led to frustration and aggression.

But when it was a hunt...

Bones smelled heavy of magic. Dogs liked bones.

Wait.

He will wait.

His breathing and the jittering of his body eases, his body relaxing into a predatory stalk. The absent thought of 'at least the trap is nice to look at' flutters through his mind and is quickly swept up in the cyclical torrent.

His ear flicks at a distant disruption and he moves soundlessly into place.

Its a nameless dog monster, fur mangy, patchy, matted, and eyes crazed. It pops out of the brush to attack Snaps driven mad by their desperate hunger even if they stood no chance against the skeletal monster.

A chance they don't even get to roll.

The instant they make their move, Scar makes his. Lunging from the brush, landing on their back to then scale twistingly with fangs and claws. There's only a moment of fight between the two until Scar's legs are secure around the desperate dog's neck and a deep ruddy glow of magenta magic ignites in his hand.

The dog monster drops with a dripping rapier piercing through their skull. Scars tail cracking behind him. He doesn't even look at Snaps before he's tearing into the other monster's throat, desperate to insure his kill and also for the fresh warm meat.

[smokbeast]

.3.

Leaves a chewed on rock at Fangs post

Signed

- definitely not Scar (⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎)

BROTHER EUGHHHH

[didderd]

(warning: very suggestive drawing under the read more)

o///o)

Snaps' new boyfriend kinda hot tho..

Scar belongs to @skelekins Snaps belongs to Scar me

[didderd-reblogs]

Snaps: wdym, i don't have a voice kink-

Scar: *speaks*

Snaps: oh fuck

_____

(Scar belongs to @skelekins)

[skelekins]

AUAHASAYWWYWYSHSYE

Heeeeeeem ;;

I THOUGHT I POSTED BUT I GUESS ADHD SHENNANIGANS. (Was a bday present for @skelekins and I wanna show off how handsome Scar is ough)

[cosmerelists]

Ranking Various Cosmere Fantasy Swears

If there's one thing Brandon Sanderson likes, it's avoiding any real swear words in favor of Fantasy Swears. I am genuinely a huge fan of this technique. So here how I'd rank some of the ones I can remember! (And thanks to 17th Shard [here and here] and to Reddit for compiling some lists!).

#14: Colors (Warbreaker)

This one feels a little bit...lazy, I guess? Like yes, Warbreaker's magic is color-dependent, so colors are a big part of the world-building, so I guess it makes sense that people use it as a swear. But it feels like if, in fantasy USA, people swore by "eagles" all the time: "Eagles! I dropped my hamburger!"

#13: Moons (Tress of the Emerald Sea)

I mean same problem as with "colors"! Yes, the moons are a big aspect of the worldbuilding, but it just feels like a semi-boring swear. Although maybe that's just the swear that Tress tends to use.

#12: Shadows/Shades (Shadows for Silence/Sunlit Man)

Okay, maybe this one is a bit boring, but anything Threndy-related gets extra credit from me. So therefore I think this is one of the least boring of the "basically boring descriptors of world building elements" swears.

#11: By the Lord Ruler (Mistborn)

I mean...eh. This one is world specific, but it's basically like swearing by god only in this case the god is the Lord Ruler, right? It makes sense 'n' all but isn't as interesting as some of the later ones.

#10: By the Survivor's Scars (Mistborn)

This one is better because it's more specific--Kelsier's scars are rich with meaning, and swearing by them does feel like it carries cultural weight.

#9: By Harmony's Armbands (Mistborn)

Putting them all in a line like this...I just like how they get ever more specific. Now we're swearing by Harmony's feruchemical armlets? Okay!

#8: God Beyond (Shadows for Silence)

I mean, Threnody is, like, haunted by a god's corpse, so I think any of their god-related swears are more interesting as a result.

#7: Nights / Nights afire (Emperor's Soul)

I like this one because I just don't know what it refers to and it seems kinda creepy. What are nights on fire for??

#6: Rust and Ruin (Mistborn)

Frankly, the alliteration gets this one extra points. And "Rust and Ruin!" just feels like a good thing to shout when you've stubbed your toe.

#5: Storms/storming/Stormfather (Stormlight Archive)

I know this one SHOULD lose points for being exactly the sort of boring descriptive swear I maligned above...but I enjoy this one simply because it's such a clear linguistic stand-in for "fuck" and that leads to such amusing translations as "Kaladin Fuckblessed" or the "Fuckfather" and that just never stops being funny to me.

#4: Herald body parts (Stormlight Archive)

I didn't notice until looking at various compiled lists of Cosmere Fantasy Swears, but Rosharans really like to swear by specific Herald body parts, huh? From here: Kelek's breadth, Kelek's tongue, Ash's eyes, Ishar's soul, Nalan's hand, Pali's mind, Talat's hand...I'm a fan of this. It's interesting and feels culturally relevant.

#3: Glories Within (Stormlight Archive)

This one is just Szeth so far, but people speculate it's probably a Shin curse. That makes it interesting to me since we don't know a whole lot about the Shin. What inner glory are they using to swear?

#2: Starving (Stormlight Archive)

This one is pretty similar to "Storming," I suppose, in being a pretty clear linguistic stand-in for "fucking." But I just like that the food-obsessed Lift has her own personal swear relating to starvation.

#1: Lowly/Highly (Yumi and the Nightmare Painter)

I'm a big fan of the lowly/highly thing from Yumi & the Nightmare Painter, where words can be linguistically marked as meant in either a high way (complimentary) or a low way (insultingly). It's fun worldbuilding and leads to some comic beats in the novel. Plus, this post tickled me greatly: https://www.tumblr.com/cabinetcreature/722030379790401536?source=share. It's so true!

[libralita]

Oathbringer Chapters 16-18

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Chapter 16:

Oh good, they did get Szeth’s Shardblade.

“He is far greater than I, but the power of ancient Adonalsium permeates him.”

Adonalsium!

Rial…that sounds familiar.

Rial is going to get himself killed.

WRIST WATCHES!

Zahel!

“Mister Highprince” OH SHIT!

““Yes, what every wife loves,” Navani said. “Seeing that in his spare time, her husband likes to roll around on the floor with half-naked, sweaty men.””

Hahahahahahaha

“gemheart” away that’s such a cute nickname

“Hate to interrupt this stick-wagging,”

Is that the proper way of say “dick measuring competition”?

Also I AM A STICK

“We are the One experiencing itself”

Hey, wasn’t that what that one Truthwatcher that Nale killed talking about?

Evi, dammit! I heard rumors that it was going to be Eevee.

Chapter 17:

“Connection refounded, Identity restored”

We need to start a Cosmere bingo

Aw, Kaladin has a new crew!

Chapter 18:

Here’s hoping this Shallan chapter isn’t mind numbingly boring or cringey.

“Besides, who knew where Mraize and his Ghostbloods had operatives?”

MAYBE THIS IS SOMETHING YOU SHOULD LOOK INTO SHALLAN

ARE YOU NOT CONCERNED ABOUT YOUR BROTHERS?

Wait, Pattern likes Adolin? But he has a dead Shardblade.

Huh, that’s logical.

“Mmm. Yes, very, very nice man. Wonderfully smart too.”

Hehehehe, I love Pattern.

PATTERN WANTED TO MARRY ADOLIN

“Adolin would have known the differences.”

Actually, I think Renarin would.

I’m sure a Radiant getting drunk is the smartest idea in the world.

“Kelek, Veil realized as he scooted closer. He’s flirting with me.”

He’s kinda cute. Jor…wait, like Robert Jordan? Is that a reference?

I figured that the Stormlight would take away her drunkenness, like Pewter.

“Shallan stopped in place, suddenly frantic. “My brothers. Pattern, I didn’t kill them, right?””

ABOUT TIME YOU REMEMBERED THEM!

SHOULDN’T YOU BE MORRE WORRIED ABOUT WHAT MRAIZE IS GOING TO DO TO YOUR BROTHERS?!

““Shallan,” Pattern said. “This is… mmm… there is something wrong with these lies you place upon yourself. I don’t understand it.””

She’s losing herself, maybe?

“A bouncer stood out front, short and squat, with a scar running up his cheek, across his forehead, and onto his scalp.”

DEMOUX IS THAT YOU!?

Maybe Adolin did kill that other man without knowing he did.

[skelekins]

have a handful of doodles and some progress shots of the cuddle artwork :D

featuring @didderd's snaps and @smokbeast's Lewis and and Fang [in the lower corner]

Had some more thoughts on doodlesona - decided to go with the peach color palette over eggplant! Kitty doodle hangs out with smok's Lorgemare.

[skelekins]

💤 kelek and scar :O

:D featuring: soma, fang, and kil' by @smokbeast

scar likes to have pants/shorts on when he sleeps even if its a bit uncomfortable for him. being unprepared bothers him more. he'll wear a tank top and/or an open shirt if he has to be around others for whatever reason before eeping. he doesnt like wearing robes.

his tail gets flicky n fussy when he cant sleep

kelek has a bit more nuance - i took advantage of magic n shit so he can wear his binder long-term; but if he's alone, or having a particularly good/ambivalent day with a partner he'll go without if the situation leads to it.

he sometimes wears a tanktop as well but usually doesnt because it usually gets twisted up n pulls on his shoulders n things when he's sleeping. same reason he doesn't wear shorts n just wears boxer-briefs.

he will have some shorts/pants to wear if he needs to be around others for whatever reason like scar; but he does like robes. he'd feel super fancy if he got to wear a silk robe; and he'd probably steal his partners shirt.

[skelekins]

handful of Scar doodles and concepts :3

[skelebagels]

“Sometimes he doesn’t remember.”

A little fic inspired by @cranberrytea451 ‘s concept for a Scar comic. I may come back to this at some point but I like it well enough now to share :)

Note: if repetition bothers u this fic is not for u

Warnings: body horror - memory lapses - self harm (graphic) - depictions of mental distress - loss of time, somewhat graphic gore

edit: accidentally swapped his eyes in the fic if u read an alt version somewhere. He is blind in his right eye.

Sometimes…he doesn’t remember.

He doesn’t remember why it’s so cold. Why he’s so hungry. He doesn’t remember how he came to be here or where that even is.

And he.

Doesn’t remember…

It’s dark in twilit glow and so cold. Yet for some reason it’s darker to his right.

He lifts his hand and follows it. He shuts his left eye and only meets darkness.

Why can’t he see? Why can’t he see out of his eye?! Why can’t he open it? Why does it hurt when he tries?!

His fingers tremble as they reach up and find the stitches and his stomach churns while his mind aches.

Holy shit someone sewed his eye sh-

Where is he?

Why can’t he see?

Theres stitches by his fingers.

He digs in while his working pupil trembles in its socket. No. No he can’t. He can’t see.

Why is it empty?!

The lid that he pries into is hollow and sunken with no orb below for his fingers to touch.

He lost his eye. It’s gone it’s gone. Gone gone empty and it hurts.

His right ear twitches as his stitches pop.

What’s going on?! He can’t!

He can’t remember…

His face hurts and there’s a warm liquid leaking down his cheeks. From his eye. Is he crying?

No that’s not it but it is. The liquid that oozes down his right cheek is thicker than the freezing flow of his left.

His right pointer and middle fingers are warm and wet.

Where…

There’s a slick sound as he pulls them from his oozing socket and his sunken lid sticks to his bloody digits. It makes his aching empty soul roll.

What the fuck happened to his eye?!

What happened to him?!

He reaches up to hold his head only to find more confusion there. There’s stitches on his scalp, there’s stitches on his scalp and he doesn’t have his eye, he doesn’t have his ear, what happened what happened what

Where the fuck even is he?

He can’t fucking remem-

His face hurts. There’s cool liquid draining from his right eye that stings and aches and makes him want to cry and scream. Yet he has no energy and his anxiety spikes at the thought of causing so much noise.

His left cheek is cold with a frozen trail. He stands in a twilit forest of aspen and snow, the sky an ominous black.

There’s stitches by his left hand.

What… why are there stitches? His left hand is on his scalp and there’s stitches. Why. Why are they there. Why are they there.

It aches when his irritation and confusion leads to his fingers digging into the wound. Why was he wounded?

Why are there stitches?

Why couldn’t he see out of his right eye?!

He couldn’t…

He’s kneeling in a snowy twilit aspen forest with the sky an ominous black that drips flakes of snow like water from stalactites…

Why is he thinking of stalactites?

His head hurts and his hand is warm and wet. There’s…a wound on his head. Yet he feels numb. He knows it’s there and that it hurts but. He just.

It just…is.

When he reaches up he blinks owlishly at the pink stained snow before him. His…

There’s a flap of skin peeling off his scalp. It pulls at the stitches at his forehead and brow, and one’s behind his ear. It hurts.

Why can’t he see from his right eye?

His head aches and it’s wet and tacky when he reaches up to hold it.

There’s flesh peeling from his scalp…

Flesh… He’s so hungry.

He can’t remember.

It’s so cold… and he twitches at every sound. Out of the trees. It’s not safe here. Why why. Why does he know that why is he so confused why can’t he fucking remember!

His head burns as he grabs at it and silently screams into the painfully cold snow next to him. He doesn’t understand what’s happening! Where is he? Why?!

Why does it hurt so much?!

He’s crying…

He…doesn’t know why.

There’s…there’s not time for that.

His working eye finds a spool of thread and needle in the snow next to him. His face hurts… his head hurts.

He’s so hungry.

He only moves when the numbness settles completely. When the world feels like little more than a fuzzy dream…nightmare.

The sheet of ice in front of him answers his questions. He doesn’t…feel anything. He thinks he should but there’s no time for that. No energy.

His face is wet with his own blood,both from his torn lid of his empty socket and the gore of his scalp.

He thinks it should hurt when he sees his reflection, that it does, but he’s too cold, too hungry, too exhausted to feel it. He both recognizes himself and doesn’t.

He doesn’t understand.

But he can’t stay here.

His cold hand trembles in exhaustion when he takes up the needle and spool of thread for makeshift stitches. The reflective ice makes a decent enough mirror while he sews himself back together.

His hands pause at his eye, the fresh thread already pulling at his skin, too thin to not cut into it.

Why…

Where is his eye?

[skelekins]

Have this scraped comic panel of Scar while I try to come up with something else <3

omgggg this is so good wtf ;; i luv it

[skelebagels]

sdflksjf idk when ill get around to drawing it but

think if scar was a merperson he would be a hybrid of a siren n a selkie

probably a leopard seal and maybe some kind of shark

[smokbeast]

Allot of goodies of kelek, scar and stone for my bubdy @skelekins I love all your lil fellers and YOU SM CHECK HIS BLOG OUT RIGHT NYAOOOWWW

[skelekins]

seabun - kelek - scar