Forever In That Goddamned Desert 🏜️

I gasped. I never left the desert.... 😭

this is basically desert duo, right?

I will never not laugh at this.

ASS-OLOTLS

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

-🦋

Oh my gosh my HEART <3 That means so much to me <3 giggling and blushing

Have sunflower Secret Life Scar ~

I still can't believe he got away with this.

I love Scar being the most cringefail husband on earth

Hermittober 2024

Day 2 Enchanting

Cub was anxious. He and Scar had escaped the confines of their home territory, but he still could  feel eyes watching him. He tried not to let Scar notice, as he had searched for the origin of the feeling and found nothing. He proceeded with his plan to gear up, as their small swords were no match for a player when it was just the two of them. 

“Cub?” Scar was tormenting a pig, poking it with his sword but not enough to kill it, just watching it squeal and run away.

Cub put down his scrap of leather and focused on his companion. “What is it, Scar?” 

“Do you think that there's some Eldritch beast out there, waiting for us to make a mistake, so that it can pounce on us and drag us back to the mansion where we belong?”

Cub was a little lost for words. Scar had some off-the-wall ideas, but was pretty perceptive. “I don't not think that,” he hedged.

“Will you tell them to leave us alone already?” Scar sounded glum. 

“If I could I would, my man. We're just going to have to wait and see for now.” Cub went back to his task, still on the lookout for any opportunity to evade the mysterious eyes on them.

/-/-/-/-/

It was dark out, and they were traveling through a swamp. Their natural glow kept the frogs from attempting to eat them, as they looked like the unappetizing fireflies native to the area.

Scar was speeding ahead as fast as his wings could take him when he entered a clearing.

There on a log in an unnatural purple light with fireflies surrounding it sat the Eldritch creature. It had a dark cloak, but its wings were visible stretching out behind. Many purple glowing eyes were open staring straight at him. It was fascinating, no, captivating! Scar was enchanted immediately. It was the prettiest, and scariest, thing he had seen his whole life. 

“It's you.” He said, breaking the strange silence.

“What do you want from us?” Cub already had his sword drawn, ready to protect them from the danger this spellbinding creature posed to them.

Scar joined him, hoping they wouldn't have to fight the otherworldly being. He was shaking with fear.

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.

Hermitober 2024

I found the HC October prompts. I'm using this list from Twitter.

Day 1 Vex

Grian sat invisible among the dense foliage of the dark oak forest watching the hive of activity inside the woodland mansion. Some enterprising player was sneaking through the hallways taking out the axe wielding illagers.

An evoker had just summoned a hoard of vex to protect himself, but the player was quicker, taking down the magical man. The vex swarmed on the player, seeking revenge. Except not all of them did.

Grian continued to watch as two of the vex broke away from the fighting and ventured up and out of their mansion home. Intrigued, Grian followed.

“This is our chance, Scar. Before they notice.” One of the vex was coaxing the other into leaving.

“Wait up, Cub, I'm not as fast as you.” The one vex wasn't able to fly as fast, having one of his wings smaller than the other.

They made it to the edge of the dark forest, the sounds of battle horns and clashing swords long behind them. The two little vex sat on top of the tree right on the edge watching the sun fall below the horizon.

“How far do you think we’ll make it?”

“As far as we want Scar.” They shared a mischievous smile.

They seem interesting, much more so than the boring player. Grian decided that they were worth his time in watching.

Redrew my first scar fanart again! This is 2 years of difference

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.

forgot to put the meow meows here!