#scar tag

[hmshermitcraft]

While Grian fishes, Scar just sits on his lap. Scar's wheelchair can't fit on the docks, and the wood is too slippy, so he has to stay there 'till Grian's finished!

"Babe, please get off my lap..?"

"Nuh-uh! I don't have my chair!"

Grian spends nearly all his fishing at the moment! If Scar didn't claim his lap, then he'd be left all sad and Grian-less!

He's not actually interested in fishing. Scar just enjoys the time he gets to spend with Grian, whether they chat or sit in silence. If Grian really wanted to move him, then he would. And Scar would happily leave him alone!

Instead, Scar curls up and falls asleep with his head resting on Grian's collarbone whilst Grian fishes.

#hermitshipping #ask #grian tag #scar tag #scarian #mod 🎀

[eerieangels]

🕊️- SCARDECORATED

[PT: scardecorated]

a gender under the genderdecorated system . . . a gender related to scars and being decorated, being decorated in scars, your gender itself being decorated in scars, etc.

awaiting image id (flag with symbols, flag with lines, flag without symbols)

tagging ! @delusielle @orcacute

#always and forever self indulgent #🪽⸝⸝ She Has come Bearing Gifts #mogai #scardecorated #genderdecorated #gender system #xenogender #coining #mogai coining #scar tag

[retrodynamics]

#persona 3 #akimitsu #art #doodles #scar tag

[roryintheir90s]

Sometimes I think about how Grian never left the desert.

Or how Scar moved on relatively quickly to the magical mountain, but then didn't leave that place. Didn't, move on, feeling lonelier than ever and Grian missing a version of the scar that is long gone.

How Martyn never left Evo, never left Dogwards either. How he's stuck in two places at the same time.

But Ren moved on. He thinks about Matryn sometimes, but he moved on.

How Tango wants to leave the ranch out of bitterness and bc "that right", "because he should" but isn't able to.

Or how Jimmy tries to move on, and slowly, just slowly with every little baby step he's doing it.

#This is actually a little excuse to talk about Jimmy and Martyn #Im just having thoughts about that #I hate them #/pos #romyramble #Slight desert duo #Slight treebark #Slight team ranchers #Evo mention #Grian tag #Scar tag #Martyn tag #Ren tag #Tango tag #Jimmy tag

[froggymarsh]

have i posted this ??? no idea !! have some regressor!grian and cg!scar in third life <3 (formatted weird because it's copy-pasted from discord and i dont feel like fixing it atm :thumbsup:)

That wasn't supposed to happen. The smell of gunpowder lingers in the air, still hot, and everyone is shouting. He didn't mean to do that. His heart hammers in his chest, his face hot as the chorus of despair continues to erupt through their little gathering in the village. He grips his axe, shrinks back behind his shield. "I didn't think he would actually die!" The chorus continues, some clearer than the rest- "Oooooh-" "First death!" "Brutal!" "Grian, you are in so much trouble!" The disappointed tone of Cleo's voice hits harder than he was expecting it to. His breath catches as the chorus continues- "You let it happen?!" "You dirty…" Tears well in his eyes- "Dirty-" "It was a prank," he tries, nearly a whine, but mostly a plea- don't hate him, don't fear him- he didn't mean to- "I feel terrible-" Just a prank, they echo, exasperated, surprised, mocking, as the tears come streaming down his face. They're- they're bigger, towering over him, why are they- why are they bigger? "I'm sorry," he whimpers, hiding fully behind his shield now- his voice is higher, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't- I'm sorry-" The chorus quiets some after that. He still hides behind his shield, wings wrapped tight around himself. He listens as they move, building a grave, a marker, a monument to the first death- Then there's a careful hand on his wing. "Hey, little bird," says a familiar voice, and Grian shrinks further into his feathered cocoon, "How'd you get so small?" "I didn't mean to," he mumbles, breath hitching, "I was- I was just being a goof- I just- wanted to scare people-" "Hey, shh," they carefully stroke his wings, smoothing out each green feather, "No worries, little G, I'm still alive and kicking with two whole lives." Grian peeks out of his feathers. Scar is smiling down at him, yellow eyes glittering warmly. “You peekin’ out a bit, there?” Scar asks. Grian sniffles, wiping his eyes on an oversized sleeve. ”C’mere, you.”

Scar pulls Grian up, and suddenly he’s aware of just how small he is, from the way his sweater now falls past his knees and when he stands he’s not as tall as a sitting Scar. Scar gently puts the axe and shield aside and pulls Grian into his lap. ”There we go,” Scar says, letting Grian adjust, until eventually he wraps his arms around his neck in an apologetic hug, “Aww, G-Man, you’re okay." Scar's hand moves from his wings to his hair, gently petting, ever so careful and ever-so-soft "I'm sorry," Grian whispers. "No harm done, little bird." "Lot's of harm done!" Grian protests, pressing closer, "You're- you're all yellow now!" His voice cracks on the last word-he's- he's sorry! He needs Scar to understand, to know that he's sorry- "And up we go-" Scar grunts, and then Grian is off the ground, still holding tight to Scar- "Is he okay?" that sounds like Tango. Grian hides his face in Scar's shoulder. "No, but I've got him," Scar answers, "He'll be okay." "If you're sure." Tango leaves, and the group seems to calm down as Scar assures them he's alright. Grian should walk by himself- should get started on preparations and plans, on a base, on farms- But he's- Scar's warm. Grian is tired, and he's completely cried himself out. He closes his eyes for only a second and when he opens them again, the sky is dark, and Scar is closing the door to an abandoned village house. Grian rubs his eyes, "Scar?" "Oh! G-Man! Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," Scar says. He pads across the room, carefully setting Grian on the bed, "We're alright in here, you can go back to sleep." "What happened?" Scar starts untying Grian's shoes, "There are a couple o' Phantoms out there, so I figured some sleep might be a good idea." He sets Grian's shoes aside and pulls back the blankets. "I gotta work on my base," Grian says.

"Tomorrow, G," Scar says, "It's bedtime now." Grian pouts, "Not bedtime." "Yes, bedtime," Scar answers. There's an amused sort of smile on his face, "Come on, lay down." "No." "Yes," says Scar, gently pushing him down, "You'll thank me later." Grian's head hits the pillow. "Fine," Grian mumbles, "Bedtime." Scar smiles, carefully tucking him in, blanket bumblebee yellow and pulled up to his chin. Scar leans down to kiss his forehead. When Grian wakes up again, his head is much clearer than before. He doesn't really remember last night, just- just the creeper. Scar. He's up after that, rushing to the door and pulling it open- "Oh, hello, Grian!" "Scar," Grian answers, breathless. "You're all big again," Scar carefully sidles past him, the bucket in hand sloshing around as he tucks himself into the room.

#this is like a year old #froggy drabbles #ive most likely posted it before but. shrug. #grian tag #scar tag #mcyt agere

[field-s-of-flowers]

The Least I Can Do

It is the birthday of @falst aka Scar aka Magnus aka a lovely person and great mutual so here is a fic! It’s set after the current arc finishes, and it’s just a little Alinua + Falst convo! I haven’t done one of these in a while so just bear with me <3

Being healed felt nice. Really nice.

This might’ve seemed obvious to anyone else, but it was new for Falst. He was rapidly realizing he’d never been properly healed before- lacrimal life magic was the closest, but it had felt strange, old and dry and vaguely disapproving. But Alinua’s healing magic felt fantastically sweet and new. The little tendrils of magic reaching into his wounds weren’t sucking Falst dry like before. They felt like being hugged, like being washed down with warm water.

Not that he needed it, of course. Alinua was just doing him a favor, like she always did after her friends got hurt.

“It’s the least I can do,” she kept saying. She liked repeating things, as if saying them over and over made them truer. That was also nice, though Falst couldn’t pinpoint exactly how.

She also liked to ask questions. That was less lovely, but he played along.

“What were the catacombs like?” “Dark.”

“Do you wanna talk about what happened?” “Not really.”

“What else do you wanna talk about?” “Dunno.”

Maybe he wasn’t playing along that well, but he was hurt. She could bear with him for a minute.

The sun was rising. The sky was beautiful this time of day. Alinua seemed to agree: the little life-tendrils were going a bit slower, and her eyes were wide, staring just above Falst’s head.

“They’re nice, right?” he offered as a conversation topic.

“Yeah,” she almost whispered. “I always like looking at them through the trees.”

“Not much else to do when you live in the woods.”

“I get that,” she laughed.

He cocked his head. “You lived in the woods?”

Alinua nodded, returning to the scratches on his arm. “Didn’t Erin tell you?”

“Oh yeah,” he offered, rather uselessly. Falst vaguely recalled the explanation given by Erin for Alinua’s weird abilities, but the technical terms eluded him, so he’d forgotten most of it. It had something to do with the Chimeric Plague, but the last he’d heard of that involved its sufferers barely making it to five years old, so who knew.

“How long were you…” he struggled for a word- “in there?”

“Living the green life?”

Falst snorted. “That’s a hell of a way to put it.”

“I like it,” Alinua giggled. “Ten years, by the way. What about you?”

He paused, counting on what few fingers he could use.

“Twelve,” he said, then thought better of it: “Twelve-ish. Maybe thirteen.”

“You win.”

“I guess.”

The sky was yellow by now. No, it was gold- not gold like Tess’s skin or like Kendal’s hair, but gold like Falst’s eyes. Gold like the cat’s eyes he got from his father.

Thirteen years.

“What day is it?”

It was Alinua’s turn to frown and count. “Fifteenth day of the eighth Sindahlan, why?”

“I think it’s my birthday tomorrow.”

Alinua didn’t say anything. She broke her magic from his arm. The absence felt slimy and cool, like touching a slug, but not unpleasant like Falst had anticipated.

The mage turned away from him. Her hair shook as she worked on something he couldn’t see. It was a little bit green and a little bit pink, a little bit glowy and a little bit sweet-smelling. When Alinua turned back around, she held a big red fruit in her hand.

“Happy birthday,” she said. “I couldn’t exactly wrap it, but I hope you like it.”

Falst didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t gotten a birthday gift in… well, in thirteen years. He took it from her hand. It was hard enough that his claws didn’t dig into the shell unless he applied pressure.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s the least-”

“Yeah, I get it,” he interrupted, but he couldn’t hide a smile. “It’s the least you could do.”

“Do I really say it that often?”

“Yep.”

#Soph’s birthday fics #Scar tag #Soph’s fics #Aurora comic #aurora fanfiction #Alinua aurora #falst aurora #My favorite friends <3 #Idk what you said for the ask I sent you so I just used pomegranate. Sorry

[official-e-money]

just saw your 'remus lupin with eyeliner, remus lupin with sirius' leather jacket' post. and. just gave me the idea of remus stealing sirius' clothes at the end of years so he can wear them during the summer and smell sirius whenever he misses him (disgusting <3). sirius has no idea until he moves in with the potter's and decides to floo to the lupin's without calling first, only to jump out the fireplace and see remus sitting on the sofa, wearing his t-shirt.

anyway. do you think remus would be more a cardigan or jumper guy? cause he definitely wears both but i can't decide which one he wears more.

grandad cardigan

I mean he totally loves his jumpers

but I think during summer he overheats and would go for the trusty old cardigan

on the whole remus steals sirius' clothes thing. sirius is definitely attracted to remus in his clothes. he pretends to be annoyed but he's internally screaming because why does remus look hot. I'm imagining this is before they are dating. and then once they start dating, sirius starts slipping his shirts into remus' wardrobe

#eme answers asks #scar tag #the marauders era #marauders headcanon #wolfstar

[im-cone-head]

Girl With One Eye is so Scarian coded

#hermitshipping #grian #life series #scar hermitcraft #grian tag #grian third life #scar tag #scar third life

[empiresagereheadcanons]

the Sheriff had only ever cared for Gem, up until he found a regressed Scar hangin out with Norman. he quickly took to takin care of Scar, but was very thankful when Grian offered to both take over carin for Scar and give him some tips for next time :]

#headcanons #agere headcanons #empires agere #hermit agere #s2 hcs #jimmy tag #gem tag #scar tag #grian tag

[valeriapryanikova]

This season, on Hermitcraft...

(speedpaint)

#i never ask for reblogs But this is a special occasion so pretty please reblog reblog reblog! thank you ^_^ #hermitcraft #rendog #vintagebeef #tangotek #i'm not tagging everyone :0 those three get tags bc they were the more important ones lore-wise this season #i'm tempted to also tag grian scar and mumbo for the Exposure but i'm not gonna #edit: changed my mind i'm tagging them i have no shame #grian #goodtimeswithscar #mumbo jumbo #mcyt #fanart #special shoutout to hc recap bc i watched all of the recaps for s9 and took a Bunch of notes to figure out what and how to draw for this #(and i still didn't manage to draw everything i wanted to bc of just sheer amount of stuff that happened this season lol)

[hmshermitcraft]

(Implied suggestive? Maybe? Warning just in case)

Scar often calls Grian “pretty bird” while in bed together, and has made it clear he is the only one who can call Grian that. Doc once called Grian “pretty bird” as a joke during the whole Buttercups vs. GOAT fiasco. The next thing he saw was a death message:

DocM77 was shot by GoodTimesWithScar using HoTgUy

Doc said it in a mocking way, in a way to rile Grian up, but boy did it have a different effect. It riled someone up, but that person was not Grian. Grian had to actually hold Scar back from hunting Doc down and spawn killing him, quickly trying to explain to Ren what just happened.

It all ends well, luckily enough, with a pouting Scar in the Buttercups camp holding Grian possessively to his chest and Doc apologizing... before immediately calling Grian it again as he flies off.

#doc lives to terrorize others i dont make the rules #hermitshipping #suggestive tw #suggestive #ask #anonymous #grian tag #scar tag #scarian #doc tag #is this gridoc? #ill tag it anyways #gridoc #mod 🧙‍♂️

[eerieangels]

🕊️- SILLYWIZARDIC

[PT: sillywizardic]

a gender under wizardic . . . a gender related to being a wizard and being silly! or being a wizard that specializes in silly magic, performs silly spells, etc.

awaiting image id (flag with symbol, flag without symbol)

tagging ! @neopronouns @magitoki

#spontaneous coin. ive been wanting to make this before i ever made this acc #🪽⸝⸝ She Has come Bearing Gifts #mogai #sillywizardic #wizardic #xenogender #coining #mogai coining #scar tag #gender system

[applestruda]

"You Have Succeeded Your Task"

#im so #uh #normal #about this guy #cant believe the two sunflower folks (pearl and scar) were the last two #crazzyyy #love this earth winner #goodtimeswithscar #gtws fanart #pearl is there but its only her hand so i wont tag her #secret life spoilers #secret life #secret life smp #traffic smp #trafficblr #cw blood #my art

[roryintheir90s]

Watch me never finish this

#romyrambe #[WIP] #Martyn tag #Jimmy tag #Grian tag #Scar tag

[froggymarsh]

maybe 14 with scar? or 31

this is 31!

Scar pulls the cookies out of the oven as soon as Grian comes waltzing in through the front door. His phantom heart, wrapped around Scar's own, is beating a tick faster than normal, though judging by the spring in his step, it's from joy rather than fear.

"Someone's rather giddy," Scar remarks, scraping cookies off a pan with a spatula and setting them aside on a plate.

"Something like that," Grian answers, his grin audible. He starts whistling, then, and peeks over Scar's shoulder, "cookies?"

Scar forces a smile. His own heart is beating faster now, though his is definitely because of anger, with undertones of jealousy.

"Why, of course! A lovely afternoon snack for two," he finishes his scraping and sets the pan and spatula aside. "Then I thought we could take a nap. Just like old times."

Grian steps back, frowning. "I'm not tired, Scar."

"Ah, nonsense, you've been running all over the place!" Scar claps. "Now, milk or juice?"

"I'm no-"

"Milk," Scar interrupts, his smile perfect as ever, his tone dangerous, "or juice?"

Grian glares. "I'm not playing this game with you, Scar."

"You are," Scar answers. "Now choose, or I'll pick for you."

#i used this same kinda exchange in that scu fic i wrote lol. it was originally for this i just ended up using it for that instead #song lyrics momence. grian is hell. hope this helps! /silly #mcyt agere #froggy drabbles #rotates them so fast. #double life anyone? #scar tag #grian tag

[mansand]

#wizard #fantasy #character design #artists on tumblr #blood #scars #my art #my friend had a wizard prompt on discword and this one is mine ! #idk what else to tag