3rd Life Grian - Tumblr Posts
hey
Grian, Pearl, and Jimmy are siblings their cousins are Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy
:)
made another desert duo userbox because i am in fact very normal about desert duo (lie) (two wording versions + the colours go nicely with my other desert duo one!)
im coping via being sad about minecraft men so here, desert duo thoughts
i'm just. thinking about how grian was talking about staying with scar out of a sort of obligation after his first life ended. he didn't HAVE to, but he felt like he needed to, for what reason i could talk about for gods know how long, but regardless
there was such a focus on being "free" from this situation he got himself into, basically contractually tied to scar for his first life because of his own mistakes
but then clearly at some point, it stopped being about getting himself free, didn't it? if it was just about him being free, he could have gotten away from scar as soon as he lost his first life, and he could have gotten so far away from all the danger that came with it
but NO, he stayed, because he wanted to, because he felt like he had to, because for SOME reason he felt tied to stay there
at what point did it go from grian being free of scar, to both of them getting free of everyone else? i feel like at some point there was this shift from the focus being the divide between them to the focus being on the literal line in the sand that they drew between themselves and everyone else
hell, they blew up their desert, the entire foundation of everything, just to try to free themselves of everyone coming after them
at some point that line in the sand got muddled because no matter how hard grian seemed to try at first, he ended up on the same side as scar at some point
i dont know man this is barely coherent im just so SAD about desert duo always so i'm throwing this into the abyss of tumblr lmao
made another desert duo userbox because i am in fact very normal about desert duo (lie) (two wording versions + the colours go nicely with my other desert duo one!)
im coping via being sad about minecraft men so here, desert duo thoughts
i'm just. thinking about how grian was talking about staying with scar out of a sort of obligation after his first life ended. he didn't HAVE to, but he felt like he needed to, for what reason i could talk about for gods know how long, but regardless
there was such a focus on being "free" from this situation he got himself into, basically contractually tied to scar for his first life because of his own mistakes
but then clearly at some point, it stopped being about getting himself free, didn't it? if it was just about him being free, he could have gotten away from scar as soon as he lost his first life, and he could have gotten so far away from all the danger that came with it
but NO, he stayed, because he wanted to, because he felt like he had to, because for SOME reason he felt tied to stay there
at what point did it go from grian being free of scar, to both of them getting free of everyone else? i feel like at some point there was this shift from the focus being the divide between them to the focus being on the literal line in the sand that they drew between themselves and everyone else
hell, they blew up their desert, the entire foundation of everything, just to try to free themselves of everyone coming after them
at some point that line in the sand got muddled because no matter how hard grian seemed to try at first, he ended up on the same side as scar at some point
i dont know man this is barely coherent im just so SAD about desert duo always so i'm throwing this into the abyss of tumblr lmao
writing desert duo angst again <3
hey guys before this post, reminder that i'm so normal about desert duo
anyway, thinking about Scar laughing and congratulating Grian on his win as he's literally bleeding out, even before it's certain who will survive. "good game, G," he says, as at the same time, Grian realizes that he wasn't fighting back as hard as he would have had they been fighting on the same side
writing desert duo angst again <3
hey guys before this post, reminder that i'm so normal about desert duo
anyway, thinking about Scar laughing and congratulating Grian on his win as he's literally bleeding out, even before it's certain who will survive. "good game, G," he says, as at the same time, Grian realizes that he wasn't fighting back as hard as he would have had they been fighting on the same side
Grian is a girlboss and a malewife
That’s it that’s the post
I did @cherrifire ‘s dtiys again, but this time it was Grian, I’m super proud of this one lol (btw, sorry for the weird green lighting, there’s green covers over the lights here)
Told myself I would not be posting all these til they were all finsihed but I couldn't help myself
Perhaps I should make something that isn't Grian. Nah I like making myself over and over, None of them look alike though..
Some are still wips, but eh. If you see me on pt come INT I'm bored please please. (shocker there's a non grian skin)
Hi again! :D
I was listening to music when AJR's song "Karma" started and I was like "why I'm thinking in 3rd Life smp Grian-?" So I made this :3
I leave it here without text :3
I hope you like it guys :3 if I have other idea like this I'm going to make it >:D byeeeeeeeee
I was pressured into this by @expensive-rainbows so enjoy this unfinished fic I wrote forever ago
TW: murder, gore, blood, injury (all pretty graphic), offhand mention of lust, scarian
Chapter 1: Beginning
Grian looked around. He had won, at the cost of his own life, the lives of his “allies” and enemies and friends what friends there were no friends in the game only temporary allies and him and Scar.
Scar, who was lying in the sand, blood dripping down the mountainside, already drying from the heat, birds already circling the sky, flies already buzzing on his serene smile. And wasn’t that a sight– how long had Scar been laying there, nature (although there wasn’t much other than the goddamned cactus in this desert) already trying to claim him? How long had Grian been staring into the burning sun, the sun that brought life and light and death, he was the sun and he was Icarus, he killed the ones that reached to embrace him and he burned up too soon.
He turned to look at Scar, that stupid smile on his face, and he wanted to they were still yellow and green and not yet lost to the bloodlust, and he yearned to reach out and gently kiss him once more, just like he had done just before he had—
———————
He and Scar were laughing, pained laughs, from the pain in their bones as they punched and clawed, from the pain in their hearts as they reached out and tore at the flesh of each other, at their other half. Grian whimpered as Scar pulled a feather loose from his wing, and Scar let out a desperate “I’m sorry!” while Grian swung at his extended arm, fracturing the bone, and let out his own tearful apology. He laughed and cried, and there were tears mixed with blood and sweat and sand and promises they swore they would never break and traces of their lust from another life and he struck Scar square in his chest, sending the other man stumbling a few paces down the cliff. They were both so close to death, both only a few strikes from losing, but they both so wanted to win, but why should they win if the other wasn’t there to share it? Grian reached out to grab Scar’s face, digging his unkempt nails into the other’s skin. And wasn’t that a sight, both of them breathless and panting and Grian’s hand around Scar’s jaw, pulling him closer. It would have been so lovely in other circumstances. But this wasn’t other circumstances. Scar fought him, desperately clawing at Grian’s hand, his eyes blood red and yearning for violence, yet full of fear at his end which he knew was coming, yet still resigned in a way that suggested he knew what Grian was going to do, and welcomed it, however much he struggled. As Grian pulled Scar close, he reached out with another hand to brush at Scar’s cheek. He leaned his head forward, brushing his lips against the other. Scar leaned his head forward for the smallest moment, the smallest movement yet still enough for the sand and tears and blood and each other to mix together in the sweetest taste, before Grian pulled back and whispered a hushed “I love you,” tightening his grip and jerking his hands to the side, pulling Scar’s head at an angle that it should never have been at. The bone crunched, and blood flew, and Grian was barely aware of the cactus needles and aches all over his body as he watched with morbid fascination as his lover’s head jerked, and the sound it made was delicious, he was a red life after all, this is what he wanted, and Scar was smiling– why was he smiling, he had lost, he had died, torn apart by Grian’s own hands. Grian choked out a sob, his throat sore and dry. Why was it so dry? Was it because of the heat of the desert, or because he had been crying, or because he was still muttering a constant stream of “I’m sorry,” “I love you,” “I wish it didn’t end this way,” “Oh, Scar”?
T.B.C….?
I guess it’s just a one shot technically lol but is gonna be finished eventually (probably not actually)
I am going crazy waiting for the new season of the traffic light/life series so I made a collection of “stickers” from previous seasons (they are based off Grian, Scar, Bdubs, and Pearl’s life series perspectives!)
I've seen a lot of people doing life series bingo and since it will probably come out tomorrow I made my own!