#scarian fanfiction

[arbitersart]

oh hey it's AIYCYE!scarian. anyway.

[tuiandkaea]

I'm writing a high school Scarian fic, and I don't know what I should name the school?

[bluiex]

Me? Uploading a fic at 4am? HEHE

Scarian Teacher AU fluff for you guys :)

[ilexdiapason]

Anyway,” Scar continues blithely and all too loudly, “I got a little spot that’s not too far from here in mind, if you’d care to join me.”

Grian reads the excitement, the anticipation that’s scrawled across his face like so many - well, scars. Then he wordlessly offers Scar his hand. Let’s do this, whatever it is.

Or, the night that Scar and Grian snuck into a yacht club party, pretending to be a duke and a prince.

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(reblogs appreciated! :D)

[tobias-and-tyko]

¡Destertduo! Birdcage au.

Chapter 5

It was late evening when he entered the room. The mattress, bedsheets and pillows were already there, as was a weak paraffin lamp standing on the floor next to the mattress.

With the lamp as an exception, the room was almost always in full darkness. The scientists said that it was to confuse the being, and a joke had gone around that since it had wings, it was a bird of sorts. If you wanted to make a bird calm, you just had to drape a cloth over its cage, it would think that it was night and be quiet.

It was slightly warmer here than in Scars room the same morning, which wasnt so surprising. While his room had a wall towards the outside, the “dark room” was more inside of the house. Which meant that none of its walls were exposed to the cold.

In his left hand Scar held a bowl of raw meat, and with his right hand he held his art supplies. Scar hadn't fed it that day, he hadn't had the time to do that.

After Solidarity had convinced him that he wasn't joking, they together went out to help to bring stuff in to dry and to put in rooms. Scar had not even given a mere thought to the creature, and now he was standing in front of it.

He carefully walked over to the big metal cage. The door closed behind him and the only light that remained in the room came from behind him, making his shadow cast over the cage. The creature was slumped towards one side of the cage, seeming quite lifeless.

“Aww I hope I haven't killed it.” He thought jokingly. Maybe the scientists were right about the whole bird in the dark thing.

After days of not daring to leave the bowl of meat at least two or so decimeters away from the cage, Scar got the courage to get close enough, stretch his arm through the bars and put down the bowl with a slight *clank* on the floor of the cage. He distinguished some movement, heard rustling of feathers and quickly yoinked out his hand from between the bars.

He anxiously sat there, with bent knees, arms wrapped around the legs, and waited for the bird-like-creature to show any signs of life.

He was starting to get slightly worried. Giving the food once a day was such a simple task, and he had somehow failed at it.

Then an idea appeared. If the theory about birds getting less active from darkness was true, then maybe he should try to wake it up with light! He quickly brought the lantern from his bedside and put it down by the cage.

Some time passed and no more movement came from the creature. Scar was beginning to get restless. He looked over to his arks of paper that he had brought with him. Surely it couldn't hurt to entertain himself a bit while he waited, right?

When he finally settled down, cross legged with paper on a board tilting on his knees, he gently knocked at the bars of the cage.

-“ Hey birdie, time to wake up. I've got some meat for you!” After not getting any response, he shrugged and leaned on the cage, the metallic cold of the bars sipping through when his back touched them, making him slightly shudder. Then he started to draw.

Finishing the last detail, a wide arch in between two pillars, he put down the stump that was left of his pen on the floor and examined his drawing. Slightly tilting his head, he looked at it.

The warm light spread over the sheet of paper, making the areas he had shaded darken, and the highlighted areas really pop. He was proud of this one, and thinking about what he would draw next he picked up his pen again. When he suddenly heard humming from behind.

Stiffening in horror, he didn't dare to turn around, afraid of what was there. The humming continued, and Scar felt a breath down his neck.

“Heck, what do I do now?” He thought, quitely panicking on the inside. Would it be smart to move away from the cage, or would his legs make him too slow? He felt stupid for not noticing the creature wake up and get so close to him. He had gotten too enveloped in his work. Scar thought about the talons of the creature that he had seen on the day of its arrival, sharp and long.

Scar carefully and slowly glanced back, trying to move his head as little as possible.

He saw the creature looking over his shoulder, down at his drawing. With great detail it viewed the art, taking in every bit of it. It looked as if it was almost… in awe?

Scar delicately took the arc of paper from his lap, and gave it to the being, not knowing what to expect. Curiosity took over fear, and he was intrigued to what the creature would do with the drawing.

The being reached out its claw-equipped hand and accepted the piece of paper. He could now clearly see how in awe it was of his sketch, and couldn't help but feel a bit proud. The talons didn't seem as scary and sharp as he had imagined them, now when they lightly and delicately held the paper.

-“Do you like it?” He asked, not expecting there to be an answer. The creature hummed and nodded.

-“Yes, it's beautiful.” It answered in a light but clearly masculine tone, much to Scars surprise. For some reason, the creature being able to suddenly speak out of nowhere didn't scare him. Instead it probed him to scooch closer to the cage.

The creature looked up when it saw Scar move, locking eyes with him again.

-“Do you have more?” It asked. Scar nodded and got up. He exited the room, and walked through the corridor, heading to his own. He as quietly as he could opened the door and snuck over to his table, trying to make as little noise as he could with his cane. He saw people sleeping on his bed and on the floor, stepping over one on his way in and out.

Returning to the room he rested his hand on the door knob, suddenly doubtful. Was this really happening? There was no way that beast could speak. He snorted and pushed away his doubts as he pushed the door handle down, leaving them outside of the room. The room remained exactly the same as he had left it, well, not quite. The drawing that he had given to the creature had been put on the floor outside of the cage, and as the door opened, the being looked up. Their glances met once again, and Scar half-stumbled towards the cage, not being able to look away.

The creature's eyes were almost hypnotic. He once again saw sceneries from the forest, lush trees and exiting caves, coming nearer and nearer as he foundered closer and closer to the cage. He saw green, and blue, and all kinds of different colors. Until he finally found himself sat, facing the creature in the cage. Somehow his paintings had still managed to remain in the grip of his arms, and he stuck them through the bars, where the creature took them as gently as before.

||| Authors note |||

Hey guys! Thanks to everyone who has supported my fic so far :D

Especially aroacepotato, I see you liking my post every time I update this fic :)

[morickkk]

Base on the fanfic he made about his alter ego, HoTGuY LMAO

Episode : Cubfan Hermitcraft 9 episode 91

Timestamp : 11:09

Bonus :

[ezzriin]

It's finished! There Are Monsters Nearby is complete!

This fic has been the best piece of literature I've read in a while and I'd like to thank Key and Lock @uhohbestie for sharing an absolutely jaw-dropping and heart-wrenching piece of fan fiction with the community. This one's going in the pdf saves to make into a hardcover book for my library one day. Thank you guys so so much.

I feel a little bit behind as I missed most of the hype for the fic, since I've only read it all these last two weeks 😅 but in the next week I'll be sharing all the finished arts and sketches I've made for the fic while reading it. It was so inspiring for me and it's kinda what's gotten me back into MCYT recently.

Absolutely amazing <3

Also this scene is from chapter 19 when they get the vespa :3

[rosaacicularis]

“you want a mending book, right?” scar asked, head peeking barely above the water, the gills on his neck still submerged in the water.

“if i were to want anything, it would be a mending book, yes.” grian cast his fishing rod back out into the water, his voice was careful and hesitant.

“what if i told you i had one?” scar swam closer to grian, still keeping his distance but grian could feel the water shift from the movement.

“you’re not a mermaid,” grian said, eyes closing into a squint at scar. “you’re a siren, aren’t you?”

“i’ve been called many things,” scar dodged the question. he brought his hand out of the water, brushing shapes into the surface with his fingers. “siren has been one of them.”

“you’re trying to lure me,” grian phrased it like a question, a rising intonation at the end. he reeled his fishing rod back in, another salmon.

“that depends,” scar smirked, his eyes followed the movement of grian unhooking the fish and throwing back into the sea. “is it working?”

[applepixls]

trying to enjoy a tango vod but there's grian yelling at scar in the chat

[chipperchemical]

scarian number 2?

Grian/Scar - an accidental kiss

word count: 384

A/N: i really struggled to write this one, not sure why! a bit of simple peskytimes for you :)

prompt list is here!

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

It was time for Grian's favourite past time: trying to land on Scar's shoulders from the sky.

It was a game of precision, of timing, and of his flight skills: three risks that Grian loved to gamble with. He swooped up in the sky, allowing the wind to carry his wings and bring him higher, soaring over the clouds and able to see the entire beautiful skyline of Hermitcraft. His trajectory swung and he aimed himself downwards, now flying above the tips of the great redwood trees, barely skimming their leaves.

Grian scanned the area but it wasn't hard to spot Scar: he was standing on the train platform, looking up at the station and considering something to himself. The perfect unsuspecting victim.

He flexed his wings and plummeted down to the ground, controlling his direction with a learned precision. As always, he was right on track to land squarely on Scar's shoulders. A smile grew on his face as he zoomed closer and closer, his angle perfect.

The smile dropped as he saw Scar turn around, now beginning to walk up the platform. Grian needed to change his speed but the wind had blown him forward so much and he was already so close- he couldn't move and he was heading right for Scar's face.

"SCAR!" Was all he managed to exclaim before colliding straight into the other, sending them both tumbling to the ground in a mess of wings and legs and bodies. Somewhere in the tussle, Grian felt Scar's face against his, then their lips against each other's -- which, while pleasant, was really the worst timing for it. Eventually, through the scrambling, they both came to a stop with Scar sprawled out on the floor and Grian laid on top of him, exhausted.

"Why did you move?!" Grian shouted, more disappointed that his plan had failed than anything else. Scar just laughed from under him, breathless and wheezy.

"Why are you trying to assault me from the skies??" He shot back through breaths.

"I just..! Ugh!" Grian groaned, burying his face into Scar's neck and fully relaxing his body. He could feel Scar's laughs from beneath him.

"You know, if you wanted to kiss me, you could've just asked." Scar hummed, earning himself a firm punch in the arm.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: The court proceedings of Hermitcraft’s first ever divorce, centering on Grian (Petitioner #1), Scar (Petitioner #2), Mumbo Jumbo (defense lawyer), a cat (also somehow a defense lawyer?), several judges since they keep quitting because of all the nonsense, and your tireless Court Scribe JoeHills.

Author: @good-chimes

Note from submitter: probably the funniest thing on the internet honestly, i would recommend reading it even if you dont like scarian/dont like-slash-watch hermitcraft/dont like-slash-watch minecraft content because it truly one of the greatest things to come out of the community

[arbitersart]

Burn Notice (chapter 2 of ???) Grian arguing with Ren and Doc extensively about the end of the world and what gadgets are ok to glue together. The biblical references continue

Featuring: Spies & Secret Agents, Espionage, Saving the World, Car Chases, Morally Dubious Characters, Blood & Violence, Romance, enough pining to fill a forest, Platonic Relationships, Boatem Crew

[deityoftherain]

Traffic Life Superpowers AU Memes pt.1

Under the cut are a bunch of memes and silly character dynamic posts that I've made for my au, some from the perspective of being in universe making memes about their city's local superpower scene on the internet and some by us in our reality, under the cut that I posted in my discord server. There are spoilers for the fanfics in the series above, you have been warned!

Name Quick Guide hero villain vigilante/other civilian (look at #traffic life superpowers au or click on their name for more information on their powers and etc)

Tango is a vigilante named Phoenix Scott is a villain named Starflower Pearl is a villain named Scarlet Moon Lizzie is a hero named Shadowlady Etho is a hero named Slab Joel is a hero named Helter Skelter, or Hel Skel for short Skizz is a semiretired hero named Skizzleman BigB is more of a semiretired, private sector hero named Tip Martyn is a villain named Knight Ren is a villain named The Red King Cleo is more of a floater but is working with the heroes as of now named Zomblaze

Grian is a civilian working for the Traffic City Hero Agency as a therapist Scar is a civilian working at an animal shelter that he owns

Scarlet Moon and Starflower are a villain duo called "Galaxy Duo" The Red King and his Knight are a villain duo called "Dogwarts" Shadowlady, Slab, and Helter Skelter are a hero team that often work together

more memes

even more memes

masterpost

I love them all dearly <333

[bluiex]

More Built up Heart au, this time with some silliness mixed with a dash of lore :D

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"What would happen if I moved this little line of code over here and…Well, the immediate answer is I get yet another error."

Grian sighs tiredly, scooting his chair away from his desk in frustration. He's been at this for hours now, and the only progress he has made so far is figuring out what doesn't work with Scar's code instead of what does…

Just how broken of a bot was he sent?

"Well, judging by that sigh I heard, your little fix you just tried didn't work."

He sighs again at the voice coming through his computer speakers. "I feel like I'm in over my head here, Mumbo…Everything I've tried to make this code make more sense has been denied by whatever this mysterious previous programmer has done."

Mumbo, a fellow programmer and Grian's life-long friend, moves off screen of their video call and returns shortly with a pad of paper and a pencil in hand. The sound of pencil scratching on paper grinds on his eardrums, a sound he is going to associate with failure for a long time after the call is over. 

This must be the bad luck he was waiting for to balance out the good he had in the meeting after the showcase. This is how the world is balancing the scales of good and bad, by throwing him problem after problem as he tries to work through the code spaghetti that makes up Scar's systems. 

"There any good news about everything we tried failing that you can think of, Mumbo?"

"Well…This is going to be more of a stimulating challenge for you than previously thought."

He lets out a frustrated noise, letting his head fall forward and hit his desk with a loud thunk.

"Sorry mate," Mumbo's concerned voice says. "I know that's not what you wanted to hear, but I remembered how you said you were worried about being put on a boring project when you got back and well…This is far from boring."

"Don’t you use my words back at me…" He grumbles against the desk.

"Okay, well, do you have any other ideas on how to make this work better for you?"

"I think we've already crossed off all the things I thought could fix this…"

"Then we're running low on possible fixes, Gri…" Mumbo repeatedly taps their pencil on whatever surface they have their computer on. "You sure you don't want to delete everything and start from scratch? I'm sure if you explained how nothing you tried to input worked with how the original code was set up, the rest of the team would understand."

"As tempting as that option is, I don’t really have the time to try and create an entirely new system of code from scratch here. I was lucky enough that the one investor with the most sway in this was able to look at this from a humorous perspective and give me a whole month to work on this."

Mumbo takes a turn in the sighing. "I forgot about that…But it really does seem to be the best and most obvious choice, in my eyes at least. Alright then, this might be a long shot here but…It might be your only option. Give me your bots model number."

He lifts his head up, looking at Mumbo's serious face with great confusion.

"...What? Mumbo, what does the model number have to do with-"

"I'm going to take a look in the 'Chip Graveyard' and see if I can find anything that could potentially get you on the same track as the other people you're working with. Maybe what we're doing wrong here is that we're using new techniques instead of trying to use old ones."

The 'Chip Graveyard' is a tower of drawers that is filled with all sorts of computer and android chips from any and all past projects. It's where the unwanted, unneeded, or 'project got canceled and I don’t see myself using this in the future' chips go to be forgotten about. One would think that in the world of mass efficiency, there would be some sort of process to wipe these chips clean so the company wouldn't have to waste so much money and resources on all new chips for its many projects, but…

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" He asks, trying his best to follow Mumbo's thinking process. "Aren't most of those chips really old and buggy? Would one of those even work with Scar's code?"

"Possibly and possibly not, but with your small amount of time and pretty much having to build this bots personality, you don't really have much of a choice."

He sighs yet again. They are right, using an existing chip that could be at least halfway compatible with Scar's code would save him a bunch of time, but it could also ruin all of it and render Scar completely broken…Is he really willing to risk it for some amount of time saved?

Turning his head and looking at Scar's limp form sitting on the floor next to his desk, he carefully observes the bot he has been entrusted with. 

They're slumped forward, head tilted down and their hands touching the floor. If you were to take just a quick glance at them, you might think they were just someone taking a rather uncomfortable nap. If you didn't see the wire coming from the back of their neck and connecting them to his computer tower first. But even still, they look rather at peace, like they fully trust he's going to do what he said and not ruin them…

He really hopes he doesn't end up doing such a thing.

"If this ends up breaking them, you're the one who is going to pay what it costs to fix or replace them. I'm not going to be out that much money because of your idea."

Mumbo huffs. "I'm not going to intentionally break your big and expensive toy, Gri. Who do you take me for? I'm not Etho."

"They aren't my toy, they are a beta test of how the team's 'companion' program works. And even if they did belong to me, I still wouldn't let you do such a potentially dangerous thing if it meant being out what they're worth."

"Yeah yeah…"

"Alright then," He says, moving his fingers to his keyboard. "I'm going to put that code back and unplug them from my computer. I think we've been at this long enough…If I don't get you their model number before you go to bed, bug me during your morning routine before you head in tomorrow."

"You say that, but we both know I get ready much earlier than you do and you hate getting disturbed at any time in the morning."

He sticks out his tongue at them before leaning over and unplugging the cord from Scar, carefully moving the android's head onto his lap. And as their cheek presses against his thigh, his fingers are combing through their hair before he even realizes what he's doing. 

Did I just…subconsciously pet their head?

No, there's no way he just petted their head. He was just…Fixing their hair. Preemptively fixing their hair. Yeah, he's gonna go with that.

"Okay," He says quickly, wanting to move on from what he did. "If I haven't royally messed up, they should re-boot up in a few."

"If you put everything back like you said you did, then they should be pretty much the same as when you plugged them in. Unless even touching their code is enough to make them break."

"Oh gosh…Don't give the universe any ideas now."

Scar makes a noise, moving a hand up and gently grabbing at his leg before opening their eyes. They keep their head in his lap, looking up at him with a familiar blank face.

"Hello Scar," He says softly. "Welcome back. You feeling alright?"

"Hi…" They move their head away. "All of my systems are working properly as far as I can tell. Have you completed everything you wanted to do?"

"Well…We ran into a bit of a problem, but my friend Mumbo here has offered a solution that may work."

He gestures to his computer, but Scar doesn't move their head in its direction.

Instead, they carefully move themselves into a standing position, keeping themselves out of his way in his view of the computer's screen. Hmm…Now that he really thinks about it, he doesn't remember them ever disturbing him while he was typing away at his computer or looking at his company-provided tablet. Do they see him using those electronics as him doing something important? Did their last programmer put that in their code as a way to not be distracted while working?

He turns towards them in his chair. "Do you want to say hi to Mumbo? They're right here on the video call. I'm sure they would love to talk to you."

"...Is this a test of how well I follow commands that don't come from you?"

"No, Mumbo's not going to be telling you to do anything." He stands up from his chair. "You don't have to worry about anything anyone else tells you to do while you're in this apartment. You only have to do what I say unless stated otherwise."

"Okay."

"Come on then, take a seat in the chair so Mumbo can see you. There's no need to be shy now."

Scar blankly stares at him for a few seconds longer before slowly walking forward. He starts to move to the other side of the chair, trying to get out of their way, but gets pulled into something that feels both soft and hard. What the…

"Scar, what are you-"

"We can both sit in the chair if we sit like this."

Mumbo's loud laughter comes through the speakers as he processes what Scar has just done…And where his face is pressed. 

Life is just set out to make him feel weird today…

"Scar, though I can understand your thought process…" He says slowly, really trying to have them focus on his words. "Please don't pull me onto your lap without a warning. Or press my face into your chest."

"...But this prevents you from having to stand, and you were sitting in the chair first. Isn't sitting like this more fair?"

"I was perfectly fine with standing Scar…"

"Your android just wants to cuddle a bit, Gri," Mumbo jokes. "Are you really going to break his little mechanical heart by saying he can hold you like that?"

"You stay out of this! I will end this video call right now!"

"What, so you can smooch your bot freely without an audience? You'll probably do that when this call ends anyways."

"That's not funny!"

"Well, I don't want to disturb you two any longer, so I'll just end this call on my end. Remember to get me that model number before work tomorrow!"

"Mumbo, don't you dare-"

His fury grows as Mumbo's form gets replaced with a black screen, signaling the call has ended.

"...I do not understand what just happened," Scar says, voice laced with confusion.

He lets out a long frustrated noise. Is there anything else the universe wants to throw at him, or is it done with the 'make Grian's day awkward' train it has going!?

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-Built up Heart Anon, telling you all not to miss what happens to Scar with Grian trying to save himself some time. It's going to be...interesting :)

AMAZING AAAH you should put this on ao3 🥺 it's so sososo good, and even more ppl shld see it!! And I'm just laughing Scar pulling Gri into their lap in front of Mumbo lmao poor Gri all he wants to do is fix Scar but he keeps doing these things

Super hyped for what's next!!

[hn-undercover-9503]

The demons (treebark insanity from that react stream + reading a really awesome fic) have seized me and all of a sudden I'm working on a plot outline for a hybrid trafficking au with treebark, flower husbands, and desert duo

when I have more solid thoughts on this au I will probably talk about it a little more 👀

[these-godforsaken-halls]

“Grian,” says Scar, hesitant, and Grian whips his head to face him — Scar startles back a little — “Grian,” he repeats, uncharacteristically firm. “Tell me — tell me what I should do.”

Scar’s green eyes are bright and watery — anxious, afraid, so afraid — and Grian tears his own gaze away. He forces himself to speak, giving in to the plan that first popped into his mind, that’s formed almost fully now. It’s a good plan. It’s a horribly, horribly good plan.

“You need to stay with me,” Grian whispers, and he is a monster for it.

or: it's the end of the world, kind of. grian's not going to have a great time of it.

this is my own spin on @definitelynotshouting 's incredible hunger au! their work in general is super cool >:)

comments and reblogs are super appreciated!