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reaganrosesworld · 5 months

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wublin island!1!

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faelynfawn · 4 months

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For the rarepairs: maybe Scar/Tango?

I realised quite quickly that I may be incapable of writing a drabble. Have a one shot instead.

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There were a lot of unfortunate circumstances that lead to Scar’s current predicament. It was certainly not just Scar’s carelessness compounding into an unlucky series of events, no. Definitely not Scar’s fault at all!

Sure, maybe he should’ve checked his elytra’s durability, but really who remembered to do that? The whole point of mending was that it should repair itself in the background. Why should he have to keep track of it?

And yeah, he probably should carry an Ender chest on him at all times. But he didn’t. He was not the only one who didn’t!

His decision to fly back through the Overworld instead of the Nether was actually not stupid. He had just played a bunch of Decked Out. It was so cold in the Dungeon. He hated the heat of the Nether on a good day. Dealing with that right after Decked Out? No thank you!

All that is to say: his elytra just broke as he was flying home from Decked Out.

Scar landed in packed snow. Which was great in a way, as he would have died otherwise. What was not so great was that he immediately began to freeze. It took him a few minutes to claw his way out, his diamond armour heavy and weighing him down. By the time he managed to get out, he was so exhausted that all he could really do was lay there on the frigid snow.

Things like sub-zero temperatures usually did not affect people on Hermitcraft. Scar’s stupid code made him an exception. He would not die, but he was struggling to move and his ability to think clearly was already slipping.

He did have a wheelchair on him, but it was not able to handle this terrain. He honestly probably couldn’t even operate it even if it could. He doubted he could even move enough to place it down and pull himself up into it.

Which meant that walking was out of the question as well.

He could not even see where the biome ended. All he could see other than endless snow was the sun on its way down and Decked Out in the far, far distance.

Scar needed help.

He tried to fish his communicator out of his pocket but he was struggling to get a grip on it. His fine motor skills were not working, it seemed.

Eventually he managed to pull it out enough for it to be next to him on the snow. He shuffled around so he could see it.

There were quite a few people on world at the moment, but he did not know how far away most of them were. He knew Tango was probably still at Decked Out, he had watched Scar’s runs just now. Even if not he would be close by, more than happy to help, and also he would be very warm.

It took Scar quite a few attempts to pull up Tango’s contacts. Even more to try and hit the stupid call button. Still, he managed it in under a minute, which was pretty impressive with how much he was shaking.

“Hey Scar! What’s up?”

Scar tried to say something like, “Stuck in the snow,” or even, “Help,” but all that came out was a garbled whine.

“Scar?” Tango’s voice was concerned now, “You okay?”

Scar tried so hard to say no to beg for help or anything but he just couldn’t talk. He didn’t know he wouldn’t be able to talk and it was really scaring him. If he couldn’t talk then he couldn’t tell Tango what was wrong and he couldn’t get help and he was going to die and-

“Hey, hey, it’s okay! It’s okay, buddy, it’s okay,” Tango soothed, but it wasn’t okay, “I’m gonna figure out where you are and come find you, okay?”

Oh.

Oh right, they could do that now.

All Tango would have to do is type a command on his communicator and he would have Scar’s co-ordinates.

The sudden relief made Scar start to cry. Which he hated; it was too cold to cry. He also hated how Tango could clearly hear it, given that he was keeping up a steady stream of reassurances.

Scar was really struggling to understand him. He could hear that he was talking but not what he was saying. It was terrifying. Which made Scar just feel so ridiculous. All of this made him feel ridiculous.

This was hardly that bad of a situation. He was no stranger to his body not responding to him or struggling to understand people or anything. Not to mention, he knew once he warmed up it would go away. It was not like he had died and was now stuck like this for anywhere between a few hours and a few days. It would go away once he warmed up.

Besides, it was his fault he was there anyway.

So he should not be crying and hyperventilating and just making it such a big deal.

He was probably really freaking Tango out.

“Scar!”

Well, that Scar understood. He had not heard it through his communicator, either, which was probably a good sign.

He squinted up at the sky and saw Tango gliding down towards him. He looked like a fiery angel descending from the heavens.

Immediately when he landed next to him, Scar felt so much warmer and better. He was able to move enough to try and reach towards Tango.

Tango quickly got the message and wrapped Scar up in his arms. He said something, he sounded like a question, but Scar couldn’t understand him.

It made Scar cry harder. His hands couldn’t close properly so he was not able to clutch at Tango’s cloak like he wanted to. He couldn’t move his arms enough to wrap around Tango either.

Quickly Tango’s tone changed into something softer, more soothing. He rocked Scar lightly as he cried. Which, he probably should have felt a lot more embarrassed about than he did, but he was really happy for it.

It was not long before Scar began to stop crying. He just did not have the energy for it.

Tango’s tone changed again and he pulled back a bit. It was hard to see his face through his still watery eyes, but he was frowning at Scar. He ran a gentle hand over Scar’s face and murmured something.

Scar felt himself being shifted into Tango’s side, just held by one arm instead of two. Tango used his free hand to place down his Ender chest. He shuffled up onto his knees so he could rummage through it, doing his best to keep Scar tucked in close.

He pulled out a shulkerbox from it, which he placed down. A little bit more shuffling and he managed to pull an elytra from it.

Tango moved him so he was laying over his lap. He began to gently undo the straps of Scar’s elytra.

Scar would not be able to use an elytra.

Scar tried to tell him, but he just could not get the words out.

Tango shushed him softly.

It was not long before Tango helped him out of the broken elytra into the fresh one. He broke both the shulker and Ender chest and tucked it away into his inventory. He pressed a rocket into Scar’s hand.

Which, Scar tried really hard to hold onto, but his hand just would not close.

Scar really didn’t like the expression Tango made when he realised Scar would not be able to use the elytra. He pulled away from Scar and for one delirious moment Scar thought he was going to leave him there in the cold.

But no, Tango brought out some deepslate from his inventory and began to build a floor. On it he put a bed. He turned back to Scar and lifted him into his arms. Scar really liked being in Tango’s arms. Especially when Tango carried him. He needed to get carried by him more, it was actually so unfair he was not constantly carried around like a princess.

Tango put him down into the bed and wrapped him up tightly in the blankets. He began to move away again, which was not very nice of him. He was warm and Scar really, really wanted to be in his arms.

Scar must have let out a whine or something horribly embarrassing like that because Tango turned back to him quickly. He walked over, brushed the hair out of his face, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. He said something very soft and gentle before turning back away.

Scar was placated for a moment. He watched as Tango retrieved some more blocks from his Ender chest and began to construct a makeshift hut. It was definitely function over fashion, although he did include a window. It was maybe three minutes before he hung a soul lantern from the roof and turned back to Scar.

He smiled at him and sat down next to him on the bed. Scar whined at him, trying to wriggle free from his soft blanket prison so he could reach for Tango. Thankfully he seemed to understand because he quickly rearranged the blankets, himself, and Scar. He was leaning against the wall with Scar tucked against his chest, a blanket loosely wrapped around them.

Exhausted after that whole ordeal combined with how safe he felt in Tango's embrace, Scar quickly dozed off.

#faelyn writes #This does not bode well for me keeping my TCD!Scar fanfiction a oneshot.#scargo #scar x tango #gtwscar #tangotek #rarepair #hc #hermitshipping #goodtimeswithscar #disabled scar #scar #long post

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sandstormedd · 5 months

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Back at it again with the wb shenanigans in anticipation for the next update :D

#doodle #my singing monsters #msm #msm fanart #ethereal workshop #ethereals #scargo #yool #tuskski #monculus #seasonals msm #gob #sneyser #I am so ready for everything you have no idea how sleep deprived I am-

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screemu-ribbons · 1 year

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Important.

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fartblasted · 6 months

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really really stupid

this loodvigg is a design i made for something

#my singing monsters #msm fanart #loodvigg #design is my prison #tympa #galvana #scargo #whiteboardfox #kazarchive

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lifelessbystolenbabies · 1 year

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🖤 Roadblocks and My singing mosters memes 🤍

#my singing monsters #msm #charlie's silly posts #entbrat #scargo #bowgart #thwok #barrb #flowah #kayna #blipsqueak #poewk #whajje #tiawa #grumpyre #pluckbill #maggpi #air wubbox #roarick #roblox

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reaganrosesstuff · 10 months

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Scargo

#mysingingmonsters #my singing monsters #mysingingmonsters fanart #Scargo #Scargo msm

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sealzandsuckystuff · 2 months

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When she asks me to draw underrated monsters

#my singing monsters #msm fanart #fanart #msm #traditional art #alcholmarkers #amber island #bone island #magical sanctum #Wublins #Wublins island #ethereal msm #ethereal #ethereal workshop #gadzooks #Scargo #Arackulele #Larvaluss #incisaur

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kiwimillipede · 1 year

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las criaturas

+ also i got noticed in the live oh god im gonna scream

#my singing monsters #humbug #fleechwurm #zynth #fung pray #bulbo msm #scargo #scaratar #loodvigg #I made them say the funny number im gonna cry

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snowytiger · 1 year

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its, you guessed it, more msm stuff

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faelynfawn · 4 months

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Maybe something with scar and tango? Your recent chapter from tangos pov has me craving more of them :] I don’t have any specific ideas aksjjs maybe something decked out related? Maybe some protective tango or something but it’s up to you!! <3

For anyone who is unaware of my disability Scar headcanons (I truly should make a post about it) the one relevant here is that death create pain and other symptoms for him but do not for others.

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This was probably the most on track conversation Scar had ever had with Tango. They were both so distractable and fed into each other in the best (most unproductive) way. Clearly Tango had a point he was trying to get to as he rambled on and on about Decked Out 2, one Scar was trying so hard to let him reach.

“So, yeah. That’s how the game works,” Tango said.

“Can’t wait to play it!”

Tango frowned, “No, Scar, this—this conversation wasn’t to get you to be excited, it was to explain that in order to play you have to die. Repeatedly. Every single run.”

Oh.

Scar felt an uncomfortable lump forming in this throat. He swallowed around it and put a cheery smile on his face, “Oh, I die so much, what’s a little bit more?”

Tango’s eyes widened, “No! No! I’m not—Okay, so, I’ve got a plan. I came to run the plan by you. That’s why I’m here. I’m not—I wouldn’t have built the game if I didn’t think there was a way you could play it.”

That was probably the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to Scar. He knew how much Decked Out 2 meant to Tango. The idea that he wouldn’t have built it if he couldn’t make it accessible made him feel a little bit giddy. Guilty, but giddy.

“I’m all ears.”

“They're not that big. So, I was thinking, in Decked Out people aren’t supposed to have armour. But I could just spectate all your runs and keep track of where your health should be and when you’d be dead if you didn’t have armour, I pull you out. That way you don’t have to die and you still get to play.”

Scar hesitated, “Wouldn’t that give me an unfair advantage? You were just saying how berry bushes were such a big thing and if I didn’t actually take the damage I wouldn’t need to eat as much.”

Tango laughed and wrapped Scar up in a hug, “I’d keep track of that too. Even if it did give you an advantage I think I can speak for everyone when I said we’d much rather you have a little bit of an edge and not be in pain after playing. It's a game, Scar. Besides,” He pulled back to cup Scar’s cheek, “I’m the Dungeon Master. I make the rules."

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I managed to make it less than 400 words. That is as close to a drabble as I believe I am capable of creating.

Also, I am so pleased people are enjoying my Scargo agenda. I love them so much, they are so important to me. Here is a video of them that I believe everyone should watch. (It also has a part 2.)