#tcd Scar

[tibby-art]

nonnomnom tcd scar art maybe perhaps :3 we love the silly zombie killer

sorry its messy im on a road trip o7

#the crafting dead #tcd scar #gtws #grian #sketchbook #art tag #goodtimeswithscar

[aresonist]

#my art #mcyt #gtws #hermitcraft #goodtimeswithscar #grian #tcd #hc scar #tcd scar

[stiffyck]

Then vs now

#this hurt my soul #gtws #my art #tcd scar #goodtimeswithscar

[skraeet]

dew tcd scar (i just wanted to draw him with a crowbar)

#mcyt #mcyt fanart #tcd gtwscar #gtwscar fanart #goodtimeswithscar #the crafting dead #tcd scar

[dailytcdscar]

4

#its technically post tcd but it still counts #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #gtwscar #tcd #tcd scar #the crafting dead #the crafting dead scar #art #cubfan135 #cubfan #mcyt

[qhideduo]

Saw some TCD appreciation on the dash today and remembered I never posted these

I have so many thoughts about this series

#the crafting dead #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #gtws #vio.arts #tcd #tcd scar

[nightshadeowl]

Everybody's favorite doomed little meowmeow 🤍

[ Please reblog if you enjoy! Tag list under the cut. ]

Tags: @darubyprincxx @tangy-soup @chelblue @cuuno @soup-guy @12u3ie @fakezircon

#the crafting dead #tcd scar #goodtimeswithscar #goodtimeswithscar fanart #gtws fanart #fun fact! scar and i share a favorite color. #station murals #also do not ask about the hands here <3 #gun cw #gun tw #tw gun #cw gun #ask to tag

[chemdisaster]

short fic about last life scar and tcd scar meeting because i'm kind of insane about the idea

"So what's your deal?"

The grimy and unkempt young man in front of him straightens up from where he was going through his chests—which Scar is very cheesed off about, by the way—and stares at him, but gives no other indication that he heard the question. 

Scar shrugs and sits down on a barrel already previously subjected to the Great Rummage, slightly kicking his feet. 

"I mean. You show up here and immediately try to kill me, then you figure out that I'm not a zombie—duh—and now you're trying to steal my diamonds, which I've already told you you can't have. So yeah. Little confused over here."

Silence. 

"You know, I'm starting to think you might be a zombie, with how much you suck at making any sound other than grrr and uggg."

More silence. Then—

"I'm not looking for diamonds. I need a gun."

The word diamonds is spat with such derision that it makes Scar teeter between affront and awe—does he not know what diamonds are? That must be the only possible explanation, for Scar cannot imagine someone understanding the full power of the shiny rocks and choosing not to seek them out—especially in a place like this.  

"I don't—I don't have a gun," he stammers, wondering not for the first time what this strange man is on about. That he can understand at least—he maybe wouldn't mind a gun himself, if he's being honest—but everything else about the whole situation eludes him. 

"Well, what do you have then? Ammo, food, maybe a med pack?" 

"Uh, I have chicken," Scar says and flinches as the other crosses the room in three big steps to stand in front of him, holding an arm out expectantly. Sighing, he reluctantly forks over half his chicken—actually half, because this guy looks like he needs it and also he's not sure if he would get slaughtered for trying to swindle someone with this amount of obvious murderous urges—and watches as at least a quarter of what he gave away is immediately gulped down. 

"Wow."

Weird-and-apparently-starved guy wipes his mouth on his sleeve, "Fuck you."

Oh-kay. So he can swear. 

In the ensuing lull of silence, Scar takes a moment to discretely look the intruder over again, as well as make note of his voice. Somehow gritty, yet rather high, it sounds weirdly similar to his own—in fact, the owner of it looks weirdly similar to him—that is, if you ignore the short, tangled hair and general lack of personal hygiene.

What he mistook earlier for an inability to sit still turns out to be paranoia, as, the moment he's done eating his food, his beyond-bizarre doppelgänger proceeds to circle his hut at least three times, checking every entrance and exit and eventually blocking them all off with a single chest-level block. 

Apparently even that odd practice leaves him unsatisfied, however, as he then swivels around and demands, "Is this place safe?"

"Uh, depends. Mobs don't come here often and my friends aren't dangerous—most of the time," Scar amends. Then hastens to add, "Usually." Pause. "Sometimes. I'm really not sure. It—fluctuates."

He knows what he sounds like, but the man's seen worse—clearly—so he doesn't call his words into question.

Suddenly Scar is struck with a thought—does—does this guy have friends? 

He doesn't ask him this, however, and instead decides on a more neutral approach, "What's your name?"

The guy gives him a long suspicious look.

"Scar."

Scar blinks. 

"No, my name is Scar."

"Well, pick another one, then," this new—this Scar says, but it's the least threatening thing he's said so far, judging by the slightly lighter tone of his voice. Scar—the real Scar, and doesn't that sound crazy?—does wonder whether his doppelgänger-twin-alternate self?-whatever is coming to the same conclusions as him—but if he is, either he's not bothered, or he's very good at hiding it. 

His own lack of surprise surrounding the revelation that this is him from some kind of parallel universe makes him wonder less. Maybe because he's a wizard, and therefore supposed to be used to all kinds of strange phenomenons. 

Maybe he's just tired. 

Other him swings his arms around for a bit and then slides down to sit on the floor with his back rested against the wall, all his previous energy gone so fast that it would make one wonder whether it had ever been real in the first place. 

"It's cold up here," he says, with the air of someone long used to the chilly weather—or his own helplessness against it. 

After a moment's hesitation, Scar joins him on the floor, making sure that their arms are a sufficient distance apart. 

"You have an issue with the cold?"

"No. Just would've thought that maybe in another life I'd have settled somewhere else. Somewhere warmer."

A pang of pain shoots through Scar's chest. He looks away. He was about to ask this him where he was from, but now he's not so sure he wants to—he'd rather not have those same questions be directed back at him. 

He wonders what Grian would say. If he could see this other version of him that's clearly suffered more than the both of them combined. What kind of joke he would make. If he would have anything to say at all, or if he would go straight for his sword. 

If he would hesitate before deciding which one of them to use it on.

 

"Your friends try to kill you?"

Evidently, the other him has no compunction when it comes to bringing up things Scar would rather not think about—

"Yeah, well, they're not—they're not really my friends," he admits, suddenly feeling very small. "I just said that to look cool. And also because they were, or at least I think they were, but lately we haven't been talking and they only ever come 'round here for resources, so—"

He shuts up. 

Other him hums, but thankfully has no interest in digging further. The wind makes a searing noise as it rushes in and out of his hut, past the one-block barricades, and Scar wonders once again what the point of making such a stupid defence even was. He doesn't ask, however, even though he probably should, to get back at this prick for reminding him of things he spends the whole day thinking about, anyway—

A long while passes before he opens his mouth again. 

"I miss them." 

"At least you have someone to miss."

The muttered remark should sound accusatory, but it's not. It's bitter, the kind of bitter that comes with understanding exactly what kind of feeling you are talking about. The kind of bitter that says I've been where you are and I've been worse and I'm glad you don't know what that worse is like. It's one short sentence, and yet it speaks volumes as to what must have happened in that weird place that had zombies and guns but not diamonds and was as cold as a lonely hut atop an equally lonely mountain. 

Scar is well aware that this weird other version of him could kill him in the blink of an eye. But he sighs and leans into him, accepts the warmth of physical contact and the emotional warmth that neither of them will ever admit to needing. 

#gtws #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar #gtws angst #worddisaster #tcd scar #gtws tcd #the crafting dead scar #last life scar my beloved #last life scar #last life gtws #ll scar #last life #last life smp #llsmp #trafficfic

[akaryotic]

i think its fun when scar gets a gun okay

#gtws #goodtimeswithscar #tcd scar #someone let me know if im tagging this wrong btw LMAO i dont actually post art ever #gun tw #? #myart.jpg

[masterattendanthuang]

patawad. paalam

[translation: im sorry. goodbye]

listened to some songs from my childhood that i used to listen to all the time. basically wanted to make something sad and nostalgic through tcd

#the crafting dead scar #the crafting dead #tcd scar #hermitblr #goodtimeswithscarfanart #goodtimeswithscar fanart #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #convex #cubfan135 fanart #cubfan135 #if it in some way feels familiar thats the feeling i was going for with these #anyways convex posting whos surprised really

[12davs21]

yes let's throw this child into the horrors

#the crafting dead #the crafting dead scar #tcd #tcd scar #gtws #goodtimeswithscar fanart #davsart

[tibby-art]

GTWScartober Day 5 - Zombie

TCD Scar, of course <3

#the crafting dead scar #tcd scar #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscartober2023 #gtwscartober #mcyt

[aresonist]

#my art #mcyt #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #tcd #the crafting dead #tcd scar #rtgame #if nobody got me ik magistrex got me

[stiffyck]

I know ppl talk a lot about about like oooh hermits finding scars old stuff or he reacts really weirdly around zombie hordes, whatever. But I honestly think the quickest way they would find out is because scar takes his shirt off ALL THE FRIGGIN TIME, so like there’s no way they don’t see that he is covered in old bites and claw marks so deep that they’ve scarred badly, and have these weird dark, veiny look to them like an old infection of some kind. That would raise a lot of questions I think hrhsjdk

YES

ignore the very rushed art i just really liked the idea

#stiff talk #asks #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #tcd scar #my art

[skraeet]

#mcyt #mcyt fanart #gtwscar fanart #gtwscar #tcd gtwscar #tcd scar #the crafting dead mod

[dailytcdscar]

7

#goodtimeswithscar #gtws #gtwscar #tcd #tcd scar #the crafting dead #the crafting dead scar #art #mcyt