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“I’m almost me again, she’s almost you.” “Be still my foolish heart, don’t ruin this on me.” ANDREW HOZIER BYRNE DO YOU EVER SHUT THE FUCK UP (/pos)
Hozier wrote Almost (Sweet Music) about Widojest. He doesn’t know it yet. But he did.
hello again, I forgot to post this here but poly ship wooooo
so here is the fic I spoke about last night
Takes place near the end of 3rd life and middle of season 8
Ah shit I copied it from Google docs and it didn't save my paragraphs fuck noooo I have to fix it
Ok read if you want it's not great
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“I can't believe you scammed another person out of their armor” Grian called to Scar, exasperated.
“Hey, Etho got his reputation points and I got some new pants. They're shiny!” Scar's voice echoed across the sand. He seemed to skip towards the edge, red eyes darting over the expanse of the desert.
“Can you believe all of this is ours?”
“No, not really” Grian glanced back up at the building he was designing. The supports gave the hint of what Monopoly Mountain would one day become. Something about building was just so… perfect to him. His favorite style was rustic but this small castle seemed fierce. It was a monument to defend.
He was jolted out of his thoughts as a crack of thunder rang across the sand.
“SCAR?” Grian's head whipped around. He was alone on the top of the mountain.
“No, nonono. He can't be-” a ping sounded on his communicator. A message from Cleo glowed on the screen reading “did anyone else just hear that? Did someone lose their last life?”
No. Scar couldn't have died. They had just made a life here in the desert. They were settling. Grian rushed to the edge of Monopoly Mountain and looked down, expecting the worst.
And there Scar was. He had fallen off the edge onto the staircase that wound along the side of the cliff. His body lay, limp on the sandstone. Grian fought back tears.But something was off. His skin was no longer the dull silver it had become as a red-life. He also wore no armor. Instead, he had a long, red coat and a small hat of the same shade.
Grian rushed down the stairs. “Scar!”
He reached his companion's body and kneeled down. There was definitely something different about him. Was this what happened when someone lost their last life?
Gaaasp
Scar eyes flew open as he jolted awake, gulping for air. His irises seemed to glow a pure green like sunlight shining through leaves.
His gaze focused on Grian.
“What happened? Did I die again?” He paused. “Why are we in the desert?”
“I think you might have died again, but that doesn't make sense. This was supposed to be perma-death.”
“What? Perma-death? What do you mean?” Scar looked perplexed. “Wait, wait, wait. Grian, why are your eyes green? Where's that hazel I've gotten so used to staring into?” a cheeky smirk appeared on his face.
“Why- why are my eyes green?” it was now Grian's turn for confusion. “My eyes are green because I'm a green.” The two stared at each other.
“You're not my Scar, are you?”
-
Scar had no idea what had just happened. One minute, he had been falling into the Boatem Hole, and the next he was in a desert he didn't recognise and missing all of his items.
Grian kneeled at his side. His brow was creased and his gaze darted around.
“What do you mean, your Scar? Wait, that means you aren't my Grian”
Grian's mouth opened to respond, but something caught his eye on the border of the desert.
“Shit,” he muttered. “Ren's crew is coming.”A red banner bobbed through the trees. “Act natural. You're my red, and if they know there's something wrong, they'll attack.”
Scar didn't know what to be more shocked about - Grian calling Scar “his red” or Grian swearing.
“Why would Ren attack us? Did you do anything to annoy him?”
“I'm a green. That's enough of an issue for him. Oh, and you're going to have to take all of that-” he gestured to Scar's flamboyant outfit "- off. You should be wearing armor, not a waistcoat.”
“Only my Grian can tell me to take my clothes off,” Scar smirked. Grian's cheeks became as scarlet as Scar's jacket, which led Scar's smirk to become even deeper.
The green stuttered, “I- uh, get some armor on. Looks like we're going into battle.”
so here is the fic I spoke about last night
Takes place near the end of 3rd life and middle of season 8
Ah shit I copied it from Google docs and it didn't save my paragraphs fuck noooo I have to fix it
Ok read if you want it's not great
-
“I can't believe you scammed another person out of their armor” Grian called to Scar, exasperated.
“Hey, Etho got his reputation points and I got some new pants. They're shiny!” Scar's voice echoed across the sand. He seemed to skip towards the edge, red eyes darting over the expanse of the desert.
“Can you believe all of this is ours?”
“No, not really” Grian glanced back up at the building he was designing. The supports gave the hint of what Monopoly Mountain would one day become. Something about building was just so… perfect to him. His favorite style was rustic but this small castle seemed fierce. It was a monument to defend.
He was jolted out of his thoughts as a crack of thunder rang across the sand.
“SCAR?” Grian's head whipped around. He was alone on the top of the mountain.
“No, nonono. He can't be-” a ping sounded on his communicator. A message from Cleo glowed on the screen reading “did anyone else just hear that? Did someone lose their last life?”
No. Scar couldn't have died. They had just made a life here in the desert. They were settling. Grian rushed to the edge of Monopoly Mountain and looked down, expecting the worst.
And there Scar was. He had fallen off the edge onto the staircase that wound along the side of the cliff. His body lay, limp on the sandstone. Grian fought back tears.But something was off. His skin was no longer the dull silver it had become as a red-life. He also wore no armor. Instead, he had a long, red coat and a small hat of the same shade.
Grian rushed down the stairs. “Scar!”
He reached his companion's body and kneeled down. There was definitely something different about him. Was this what happened when someone lost their last life?
Gaaasp
Scar eyes flew open as he jolted awake, gulping for air. His irises seemed to glow a pure green like sunlight shining through leaves.
His gaze focused on Grian.
“What happened? Did I die again?” He paused. “Why are we in the desert?”
“I think you might have died again, but that doesn't make sense. This was supposed to be perma-death.”
“What? Perma-death? What do you mean?” Scar looked perplexed. “Wait, wait, wait. Grian, why are your eyes green? Where's that hazel I've gotten so used to staring into?” a cheeky smirk appeared on his face.
“Why- why are my eyes green?” it was now Grian's turn for confusion. “My eyes are green because I'm a green.” The two stared at each other.
“You're not my Scar, are you?”
-
Scar had no idea what had just happened. One minute, he had been falling into the Boatem Hole, and the next he was in a desert he didn't recognise and missing all of his items.
Grian kneeled at his side. His brow was creased and his gaze darted around.
“What do you mean, your Scar? Wait, that means you aren't my Grian”
Grian's mouth opened to respond, but something caught his eye on the border of the desert.
“Shit,” he muttered. “Ren's crew is coming.”A red banner bobbed through the trees. “Act natural. You're my red, and if they know there's something wrong, they'll attack.”
Scar didn't know what to be more shocked about - Grian calling Scar “his red” or Grian swearing.
“Why would Ren attack us? Did you do anything to annoy him?”
“I'm a green. That's enough of an issue for him. Oh, and you're going to have to take all of that-” he gestured to Scar's flamboyant outfit "- off. You should be wearing armor, not a waistcoat.”
“Only my Grian can tell me to take my clothes off,” Scar smirked. Grian's cheeks became as scarlet as Scar's jacket, which led Scar's smirk to become even deeper.
The green stuttered, “I- uh, get some armor on. Looks like we're going into battle.”
anakin and ahsoka arguing and mutually storming off in front of the whole temple + luminara’s “at it again, are they?” observation from geonosis arc yeah i’m eating this up
hate posting my art online but herez some doodles i did instead of studying last night lolzor
anyways brinky nation rise up season 3 is almost here !!!
