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Hermit-A-Day, Day 16, Scar 🍒
Another Scarian smut doodle 💕
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Hermit-A-Day, Day 4, Fav Alt Hermit 🍄
smth smth i love desert men 🌻
Some desert duo domestic smut 💕
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Lil' blissed out birdie 💕
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More silly in-game doodling 🌻
Another lil' sketch dump of the boys 🌻
Tried drawing with my finger for the first time + was hanging out with friends in a lil roblox game just doodling together hehe
They're definitely not going to rob you ❤️
Some collar love for our bird boy :)
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Another lil' sketch dump 🌻
Them ☕
I might finish this wip someday, but probably not lol 🌻💕
Lil guy in a desert, what's he gonna do 🌻
Grian & Scar sketch dump 🌻💕
wahts the freaky i just had an english test we had to write
yall
i just wrote
FOUR PAGES in about 40 mins.
its scarian :3 its kinda ooc, but im pretty proud of it!
if people want to see it i might publish it!!
did anyone else get double life flashbacks… holy shit
I told you, this art is inspiring. Fic under the cut.
Hermitopia Cowboy AU
It was dusty and hot, but that didn't deter Grian as he arrived in the lawless town of Hermitopia. He grabbed his bag and got out of the train. He took in the wooden buildings, horses tied to hitching posts, and tumble weeds crossing the dirt roads.
“Great, you’ve arrived.” There was a haggard looking train attendant on the platform to greet him. “Next train is tomorrow. Here are the keys to the office, the station and your room above the station. Good luck.” The man grabbed his own luggage from the platform and got on the train Grian had just departed.
“Wait, aren't you supposed to show me the ropes.” Grian tried to grab the other man before he got on the train, but the man yanked his arm away. He wasn't expecting to get thrown to the wolves moments after arriving.
“No way, no how. I’m outta this dump.” The train door closed and cut Grian off from throttling the man.
The train whistle sounded and the engine started to chug away down the line.
“Well, that sucks.” He didn't stay to watch, but grabbed his bag again and looked at the decrepit station in a new light. He was only stationed here for a year, hopefully. He’d have to get used to this place on his own.
Climbing the stairs he pulled out the key to his room. The door opened to reveal a small bed, a 3 drawer dresser with one broken handle, and a small table with one chair.
There wasn't a huge build up of dust or dirt but he was disappointed that there wasn't a bathroom, only a chamberpot. “Yuck. Maybe my father was right, and I am a bit spoiled.” He emptied his meager belongings into the dresser and went to find himself a good meal.
“Cow-ooo, there you are, you silly thing.”
Grian spotted his first resident. A tall man, in a cowboy hat, with a green shawl wrapped over his shoulder, decorated with sunflowers.
He surmised that the man’s horse had pulled free from one of the hitching posts and wandered away.
“Hello.” Grian called out in a friendly manner.
The taller man whipped around, startled. “Ahh, you can't sneak up on a man like that.” He had the most stunning green eyes Grian had ever seen, but as distracting as they were, his own eyes were drawn to the man’s open shirt and the large scar across his chest.
“Hey, you must be our new train station man. Welcome to Hermitopia. My name's Scar.” He holds his hand out for Grian to shake. His hand is quite strong, and Grian can feel himself smiling.
Maybe this year won't be so bad.
you.... YOUU!!
back in my humble beginnings (aka returning to mcyt and getting roped into hc/life series right away), i first saw your art on pinterest.
ykyk THE VERY FIRST VERSION of double life scarian being all sexy, "you can be the match and i can be the fuse, boom" moment and I. WAS. OBSESSED. even more so now when you dropped the REMAKE of it LIKE- DHFSJFHS?!?! something something, your previous style looked kind of round-ish before (not the best explanation I KNOW)? but now the lines are DEFINED and grian, scar, pearl and everyone you drew in your style got HOTTER AND CUTER. I will make out with your scar design and marry your grian design ty and farewell
tl;dr i gobbled up your stuff on pinterest until i decided that i needed the myth and the legend themself.
here's the part where id ask a humble request (a sketch will do honestly): YOUR VERSION OF SUNFLOWER OR POPPY/LILAC SECRET LIFE SCAR
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Oh my gosh my HEART <3 That means so much to me <3 giggling and blushing
Have sunflower Secret Life Scar ~
Elves and Alchemists Part 5
/ Part 4 / Part 3 / Part 2 / Part 1
“Are you sure you want to leave NOW?” Grian was packing his few belongings in his rucksack. Scar had told him to only pack what was necessary, what he could carry himself, and to just leave the rest.
Grian hadn't brought much with him initially, and hadn't picked up anything important in the year he had been here.
It was dark out. A storm had coalesced quickly before the autumn festival, raining out most of the residence. Grian could hear the winds rattling the windows even now.
“Tonight is the best. No one will be out to see us, or try to stop us from going. Jellie will just have to deal with some wet fur.” Scar was deep in a pile of clothes, deciding between a red silk shirt and a maroon wool jacket. He tossed both behind him in the discard pile and dived back in for another two items.
“I just don't understand. We don't have to leave at all.” Grian wrapped his stash of specific alchemical ingredients in some waterproof butcher's paper, and hid them between his spare clothes.
“You don't have to come if you don't want to Grian.”
Grian froze. He didn't want to be left behind. He spent all this time trying to get here, to be with Scar, and be needed.
Scar continued, oblivious to Grian’s anxiety. “I can go ahead, set up a new place, and you can join me when you're ready.” Scar continued to toss his fancy pants and shirt in the large pile.
When Grian didn't reply, Scar finally looked up at his companion that was biting his lip, worry evident. “Talk to me G. What's wrong?”
Grian took a deep breath and released it. Then another. “I’m just being foolish. I knew we would leave, I just didn't realize it would be so soon. I’m not used to being a nomad.”
Scar remained on the floor looking up at the young human, studying him. “I want you to come with me Grian.” Scar could see the tension draining away from Grian’s shoulders. “I want you to feel comfortable leaving whenever you want, and coming back to find me again, even if I'm not in the same place you left me.”
Grian rolled his eyes. “That’s not an easy task Scar. You can hide when you really want to.”
Scar stood, and moved into Grian’s personal space. “When we get to the new town, I'm going to make you a special tool. A homing tool. Guaranteed to lead you to me, from anywhere.”
Grian looked into Scar’s eyes and began to breathe easier. “Yeah. Ok” he said breathlessly.
This was yummy, so I made you a ficlet for this art. It's under the cut.
It was late, and Grian should have gone home to his base hours ago. He knew he shouldn't fly in his current inebriated state, so he stayed in Scar’s living room. He was listening to Scar talk about Jelly, or maybe it was Cub, could have even been about his upcoming improvement plans. Grian could listen to Scar talk for hours.
Grian liked the sound of Scar’s voice, but it was making him feel funny. It was making him flustered and warm, or maybe it was the alcohol.
Scar didn't seem to notice Grian becoming more and more jittery, his wings twitching in his agitation. Scar just kept on talking. Grian couldn't take it anymore, he needed Scar to stop talking before he burst into flames.
Scar certainly noticed as Grian stumbled over his way. “Hey there G, you feeling okay?”
Grian didn't bother answering as he sat himself down on a very startled Scar’s lap. “I need you to be quiet for a little while.” He said as he leaned in and stopped Scar from talking, capturing his open mouth in a sloppy kiss.
Scar didn't immediately kiss him back, as stunned as he was. Even Grian was surprised at himself.
When Grian stroked Scar’s neck gently, his claws caressing the sensitive skin lightly, Scar started to reciprocate, deepening the kiss. Scar was very enthusiastic, letting his tongue dance and slide into Grian’s mouth as well.
When they finally broke the kiss, gasping for air, Grian saw the look in Scar’s eyes. “I could get used to you shutting me up this way, pretty bird.”
Grian’s cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, but the blush spread to the tips of his ears at the term of endearment.
“Oh, shut up you.” He chided softly.
Scar just smirked, “Make me.”
If your able to can we get some scarian?
this was supposed to be just a sketch but i am unable to chill, apparently
Elves and Alchemists
Part 4 / Part 3 / Part 2 / Part 1
Scar knew his time in this town was coming to an end. He'd learned just about everything he could from the townsfolk, he had revitalized the local forests, and he could feel the metaphysical tethers trying to tie him down in one place. He had spent his whole adult life avoiding setting down roots, and he wasn't going to stop now. He had one more year, at max, before he would move on.
He had learned over and over again, the hard way, that he had to move on before something bad happened. Avoiding death was easy, when you didn't stay to watch as the people you cared about grew old. The many friends he had made in his life still lived in his memories as their youthful selves.
He looked at his scarred hands, and then in the mirror to see the scar on his cheek, then the one hidden in his eyebrow. He wore long sleeves and pants to cover up the worst ones from sight. The one on his back sometimes would ache, but was still fairly new. It would fade with time, they all did.
“What's taking you so long, did you mesmerize yourself with that face of yours?” Grian peaked into the open bathroom door. “Mrs. F. is going to be all out of cookies by the time we get there. And we also have some more shopping to do.”
Grian had been an unexpected delight since he had moved in last month. He had a joyful spirit that Scar found refreshing. He had lied to him, when he had showed up out of nowhere. He did remember young Grian, and the horrible way they almost died. If Scar hadn't been there, hadn't reached him in time, then this exuberant, playful person wouldn't be here, pestering him to get a move on.
Scar didn't like to take credit for his good works, too often had it come to hurt him instead. But here and now, he was enjoying himself.
Scar took one last look in the mirror. “I did win most handsome in several contests over the years, but no, I'm good now. Let's go. Jellie, we’ll be gone a while, so be good.” He gave Jellie one last pet before heading out the door and down the path to town.
Elves and Alchemists Part 3
Part 1 / Part 2
Part 3
“Scar, you're a little close.” Grian tried to push Scar’s chest, but he found he wasn't strong enough.
“What..? Oh, sorry.” Scar leaned back on his couch, after snagging a cookie off of the plate he had set down earlier. “I can't say that I remember who you are. A lot of humans look familiar to me. You say we’ve met before?”
“Yes. You saved my life as a child. I did something foolish, and it put my life in danger. There was an explosion, in a factory. You're the reason I'm even here.”
Scar looked deep in thought. “Can't say that I remember that. Are you sure it was me?”
“Yes, absolutely.”
“Well, you're welcome. If that's all, you should go home now.” Scar stood, “I'm a busy elf you know.”
Grian couldn’t help but stand as well. “Wait, what? No! I just got here, I can't leave.” Scar started to gently push Grian toward the door. “You made me a promise.”
Scar stopped moving, but didn't put down his hands yet. “What kind of promise?”
“We were trapped for a little while. To keep me calm you told me about your home. You said you’d take me one day.”
Grian looked up into Scar’s green eyes. He remembered that day, remembered how it had changed his whole world.
Scar sighed and dropped his hands. “So you're not gonna leave me alone until I take you home to meet the parents huh?”
Grian blushed at the connotation, but just nodded in agreement.
“Fine, but it's going to be a long time until I go next. You could be dead by then.”
Grian smiled widely. “No I won’t.” He said confidently. “I'm an alchemist, and I've made my own philosopher's stone. You're stuck with me for a long, long time.”
Scar looked confused at first, and then intrigued. “Ok then, alchemist, but before all that. What’s YOUR name?”
“Oh, right!” Grian wiped his hand on his robe making sure it was clean. He stuck his hand out, still grinning excitedly. “My name’s Grian. Thanks for having me.”
Elves and Alchemists Part 2
Part 1
Grian had finally tracked down an elf. It had taken only 24 months of research, tracking down rumors and scouring news articles. While most elves lived in their hidden retreat, there was one that roamed the land like a vagabond.
Grian packed lightly, not wanting to be tied down by meager possessions. He was getting nervous, as this might be the only elf that he would ever get to speak to. He had to present himself at his best. So he donned his finest robes, and an alchemist hat.
When he first got to the small town the elf currently resided in, it only took a few questions of the town’s inhabitants to be pointed in the right direction. The elf had a small cottage on the edge of the forest, as he needed to commune with nature frequently.
There wasn't any fence, or border that Grian could see, but there was magic in the air as he approached. The elf was tending to some flowers, and as he worked he was talking to a small cat.
“Say, Jellie, we need to get another batch of Mrs. F’s cookies. We’ve almost run out. How about we…” they turned and noticed their uninvited guest. “Oh, hello there!”
Grian meanwhile was reliving a memory, almost a nightmare, from his childhood. “It’s you.”
They approached, with a smile on their face. “Yes, of course it's me. I'm always me. And you are?”
“No, no, no. I mean. It's you, from back then.” The elf that had saved Grian as a child, from a vicious explosion.The one that has inspired him to become an alchemist, the one he had been searching for all his life. Was right there in front of him. He had all the same scars as back then, and some new ones. They didn't detract from his handsome features. Grian wondered briefly if he got all those scars from helping people.
Grian almost fell over, but the elf had grabbed his arm to prevent him from hurting himself. “You don't look so good. Do you need to sit down? Come inside for a moment.”
Grian was ushered inside and pushed down onto a comfy couch. He stared as the elf began to prepare some tea, and cookies.
“Now these are the best cookies. I’ve been trying to get Mrs. F to give me the recipe for ages, but she refuses. You just take a bite, and all your worries just fade away. They are magical.”
“What's your name?” Grian needed to know. He had been searching his whole life, leading up to this meeting.
“Oh, well, my actual name is difficult for humans to pronounce, so I just go by Scar. It's much easier than Rᔑᒷ∷ᔑリ z||ꖎ ̇/╎ᓭ||ᓭ.”
While the name sounded beautiful, it slipped through Grian’s brain and right out again.
“Do you remember me?” Grian grabbed Scar’s hand and pulled him down on the couch next to him.
“Woah there. I have a thousand years or memories I need to search through. Give me a minute.” Scar looked closely at Grian’s face. “Hm, I'm not sure. Humans change so quickly. Sometimes it's hard for me to remember, or I get the grandson confused for the grandfather.“
Scar was staring intently. Having his beautiful face so close to Grian’s own made him flush a bit under the scrutiny.
I never post here, but decided I should, since I wrote more to this.
Inspired by @hhhloml / @favoure post here
Elves and Alchemists Part 1
Scar was amongst the long lived races of elves. Other elves called him a fool, as they stayed in their forest citadels. He preferred to live amongst the shorter lived races. He enjoyed watching their comings and goings, as he found them amusing. He treated them as a distraction from his timeless state as they made tiny ripples in the fabric of time.
That is, until a human alchemist approached him saying he had discovered a method of extending his own life. Scar was too curious to leave the human to his own devices. He fully expected that one day the human would grow old and die, leaving him bereft. But, as the years turned into decades and the alchemist did not age, Scar became attached to the human. He never wanted their fun filled days to ever end.
Grian saw an elf once when he was a child. They were so ephemeral and beautiful it caused him to change the whole trajectory of his life. He began the arduous process of becoming an alchemist so that he could create a philosopher’s stone. He just wanted to spend an eternity among the gorgeous race of elves.
He devoted himself to his studies, becoming the youngest apprentice to a brilliant professor. Some considered him a genius, but Grian never thought of himself as one. He was just driven, and focused.
Then one day, he left the university. He had achieved his goal, but didn't want to share his findings with the egotistical and foolish. He spent a couple years hiding from academics and searching for the elves.
Don't think I'm ever gonna get over TAMN by @uhohbestie if y'all are looking for a good scarian fic PLEASE READ IT
Grain's area
After some trouble, I have finished the first area of the campaign.
This is the general area, as per 3rd life events, the house is gone and there are craters everywhere (a bit non canon but it's funny with the red unactivated mines). The white square where the house used to be is a trap door to the tunnel dungeon.
The main gimmick is the next floor is determined by a d6 and has plenty of refrences to both the life series and evo (a friend suggested them), unfortunately my notes are on paper but here is the gist: First floor is a refrence to evo, with a watcher statue on 2 and a lump of stolen clay in the chest marked with 1. The second floor refrences last life with the skeleton of mumbo pst-betrayal and glowing exploding crystal. The third floor refrences double life, as it has a higher ceiling and stalagmites. The funkier numbers are the spawn points of bigb and ren, only ren's skeleton is agressive. The fourth floor is based on limited life, with refrences to the bad boys, bread bridge and the entire layer seems to be high up (like skynet). The fifth floor has a heart shaped stone in the lake and has a mini secret keeper with the warning to not disturb the cactus ring. The last floor holds the most important artifact, the enchanter. This holds the clues on how to defeat all the ghosts.
Small note: After the enchanter is picked up then Scar gets aggressive and tries to take the book in whatever way he can.
I have started to work on pearl's area, but don't really have much to share. The playtest begins this thursday and I'll see if I messed up or not.
i love it i love it i love it i love it i love it i love it
omg its so good AND SO CUTEEE
Back in the og days of scarian even before third life there used to be this really popular au, the florist au and grian was a flower shop owner and he would sprout different flowers from his hair and hands depending on his emotions, especially when flustered! And scar was just a head over heels customer. Would love if that au made a comeback
I'll be doing oneshots of each prompt, and if it goes right, I might go back to writing FanFiction
So leeeet's go!
(Modern/City Hermitcraft AU added along)
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3rd person POV (Grian's perspective)
It was a cloudy weekend on Hermit Town, previewing a soft rain later, people walking around the streets, birds (actual birds) chirping and flying away, yet, the flower shop owned by the small blond parrot avian was peaceful and empty.
As he sprayed some water on the inside plants like everyday, a tall brunet with a big X shaped scar on his face entered the shop, his arrival notified by the familiar jingle of the bell above the glass door, the parrot boy's ear wings twitched as he looked up, the dirty blond curls bouncing softly as he met the taller boy with a warm smile "Hello there, handsome! Lovely seeing you here, as always!" The avian spoke in a jokingly flirtatious tone, his British accent strong, walking to behind the counter, pulling up his red jumper sleeves to his elbows, adjusting his white, dirty apron "How can I help you today?" He added, leaning back on his stool.
The taller boy smiled brightly, his vibrant green eyes gleaming with joy, his happiness contagious, making small daisies sprout on the avian's hair "Oh! Hello light of my life! Lovely seeing you too!" Scar beamed, striding confidently towards the counter, his cane clicking softly against the dark wood floor "Just here for the usual! And your number if you may" the boy smirks, leaning against the counter on his elbows, flashing a charming smile to Grian, making the blond parrot earn a soft pink hue on his cheeks and nose tip, butterflies flying around in his stomach, he walked to the wall of wrapping paper and ribbons on the corner, opening a square of a sand colored paper and turning it diagonally "Poppies, lilacs and sunflowers. Something else?" He asked, trying not to look in the elf's eyes.
"Just that! Thank you!" The scarred boy smiled, looking at the flower seeds in the counter, oblivious to Grian's embarrassment. "So... Uhm... are you free tonight?" He asked out of the blue as soon as the boy came back from the back garden with the flowers, making him almost drop the bouquet "W-what?"
Scar's POV
I look at the Grian with a fake innocent smile, watching his face turn a crimson red, almost blending in with his sweater, his parrot wings getting all fluffy, holding back a dreamy sigh at the cute parrot in front of me, my heart racing with anticipation as i waited for his reply, fidgeting with a packet of a mix of poppy and lilac seeds, Cod, i love him so much, i don't even know how I was able to gather the courage to ask him out.
I've loved him ever since i first saw him, taking such care with the flowers around the shop, with those adorable daisies that always show up on his hair when he smiles, the buttercups that sprout when i annoy him, the way his wings fluff up when i flirt with him, the freckles on his cheeks and nose bridge, the way his dark brown eyes shine a dark honey color under the sunset light-
"Scar?" I hear him ask, snapping out of my thoughts, blushing furiously and looking away as I realize I've been daydreaming "Ah! Yes! Sorry! I'm here!" I reply in a rush, clearing my throat "Sorry, lost in thought about...." I look around for a lame excuse "About cactuses!! Yes! Cacti..." I smile nervously, my heart flutters when I hear his cute laugh "It's fine, cacti are in fact interesting, anyway, I just said I'm free tonight after 6pm, why?" He repeats as he finishes the bouquet, wrapping it on the sand yellow paper and tying it with a green and red bow, placing it on the counter and handing me the card machine (idk the name).
I pass the card and take a deep breath, picking up the bouquet and clutching it in my hands, trying to push away the heat on my cheeks "Just wondering if you'd like to..." C'mon Scar! You can do it! Just ask him on a date! You're not a coward!! You came here for that! Just tell him! "To...?" Grian asked, tilting his head to the side, oh my cod he's adorable, okay, you can do this Scar! "I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me!" I blurt out rapidly while extending the bouquet to him, feeling my cheeks heat up and turn red.
"Oh..." I hear him mutter, feeling the bouquet being taken from my hands
When I open my eyes, I see his face flushed, miniatures of poppies, lilacs and sunflowers, the same flowers of the bouquet, sprouting from his hair and hands furiously, creating a small garden on himself, his wings poofed and the ear wings covering his face, his hands clutching the bouquet even harder than I was, seeing him like this just made me want to hold him in my arms and kiss his face all over, smell the scent of the flowers in his head.
"Yeah, I'd like that... That cafe down the street at 7?" He asks softly, his voice strained with embarrassment.
"Yeah! Pick you up at 7 then!" I smile brightly, beaming with happiness, holding back the urge to hug him.
This is officially the best day of my life...
I love this little flower
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AND DONE! First oneshot after a long time without writing, please rate it in the comments! Leave more prompts to me in the question tab and thank you a lot for the idea @whatidkwhatimsupposedtowriye I completely loved it!
idk whether i passed or failed but i recognized all of them...
im actually rlly proud of myself lmao
Gay test.
If you know half of them ur gay. /j
Conflicting Lives Characters as Incorrect Quotes (because why the hell not)
All quotes generated randomly from this site. also some funny characters that haven't been introduced yet :)
Joel: Having two partners is both amazing and complicated. But all our problems are solved with communication. Etho: It’s my turn to cuddle Lizzie. Joel: FIVE MORE MINUTES DAMMIT!
Joel: Aww, what's your dog's name? Scythe: Spartacus. Joel, yelling to Scar: TRY SPARTACUS! Scar, on the computer: DIDN'T WORK! Scythe: … Joel: What's your favorite number?
Scar: Are you a painting? Grian: What-? Scar: Because I want to pin you to a wall. Joel: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG HIMOR SOMETHING-
Scythe, talking about Ella: I would never say that my partner is a bitch and I don’t don’t like them. That’s not true… My partner is a bitch and I like them so much!
Scott: Yeah, a partner sounds nice, but a supreme enemy you can make out with in secret sometimes sounds a lot more hardcore.
*in the ZITS group chat* Tango: First one to reply is gat. Tango: *gay Tango: Wait...
*after discussing the plan in ch.2* Voidling: Does anyone have any questions? Xelqua: Is this legal? Voidling: …Does anyone have any relevant questions?
I plan on getting out a list of all the ships I have in this AU, but feel free to ask about anything in the meantime!
sand couple or whatever