Elves And Alchemists

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.

some recent loose stuff!

everybody do the weenus

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the weenus is a dance

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everybody is a genius

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who knows it in advance

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forgot to put the meow meows here!

scar is a disney princess that has birds flocking to sing with him everytime he sings. like snow white or something.

Forever in that goddamned desert 🏜️

is anyone else still stuck in that goddamn desert or is it just me and goodtimeswithscar over there

I will never not laugh at this.

ASS-OLOTLS

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.

Grian isekai au because the life series watcher lore is so isekai coded... like fym this guy turned into a player to save his friends that is literally a isekaier right there!!!!

Anyways, yeah <3 he got isekaid into his own novel full of tragedy and suffering, one like = one prayer 🙏 for Grian

Additional little facts and stuff down here 👇

- Grian, One, and Two all have some sort of head cover to allude to the Watcher's robes. Along with the evo symbol embroidered in their clothing and an eye pin.

- One and Two are actually based on Steve and Alex from the WeTheWatchers minecraft skin.

- One, Two, and Three are their pen names.

- Scar being Grian's favourite alludes to 3rd life (because im still ill abt 3rd life) where Grian says that he still sticks with Scar after he lost his 1st life because "he's the most interesting character here."

- I dont actually know how Grian got isekaid in the first place. It's either:

a. He gets hit by a truck (classic)

b. He gets so stressed about One and Two being the average ao3 writer and butchering his characters he got sick and d-worded in his sleep (he's so dramatic)

c. He just gets pulled in inside the novel Dora style middway complaining about the angst One and Two wrote.