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theminecraftbox · 4 months

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to be honest, I think fandom exaggerating dream's analytical and intelligent abilities dream's plan is literally so stupid, like, many refer to it as "ignoring feelings for the sake of strict calculation, the end justifies the means blah blah blah a smart, logical plan that will nevertheless lead to psychological dissatisfaction", but the plan is literally the most ill-conceived thing I ever heard, like, that's not even a plan?? they're testing the revival book in hopes that one day it will somehow help them achieve immortality and restart the server - that's just ridiculous and I also have no idea how dream expects that restarting the server will solve his/their/servers problems, like how is that supposed to work? and this “if we are immortal, no one will have to suffer and we can live forever and know and blah blah blah” such naive crap, honestly I could ask a thousand probing questions or give a thousand reasons why this plan wouldn't work in any reality, and I doubt dream wouldn't have asked these questions in the months they've been running their tests; the plan is literally just his feelings: afraid to die → need immortality, lost everything and it's killing me → need a restart and so on - there's no analysis behind this shit

I literally find it strange not the fact that punz allows this, although the plan harms dream, but the fact that he really believes in this plan and follows it, like, come on, punz is +- fine, there is no trauma that can overshadow his ability to think, why is he indulging in this stupid idea?

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I think you're conflating a bunch of things. Dream's plan is not the same as his methodology. His methodology is not the same as his motivations. Having emotional reasons for a plan is not the same thing as that plan being stupid. "lost everything and it's killing me → need a restart" isn't a description of a stupid plan, that's a description of an over-emotional motivation for a plan. Just because you disagree with what his goal was trying to achieve doesn't mean that the strategies he took to achieve that goal were stupid.

Like, take staged finale as an example. I can argue that it's overkill or a poorly considered goal to imprison himself in dangerous circumstances chiefly to achieve a) protecting his close ally b) getting the server off his back and c) getting a sick base. But I won't claim that the steps he took to set up and execute staged finale aren't evidence of someone successfully using strategic thinking to accomplish his goals, which is generally what people are talking about when invoking strategist!Dream.

Dream expecting that his plan will fix his emotional problems isn't stupid in that it's a failure of logic. It's stupid in that it's a failure in identifying that his problems are actually emotional. Which gets covered pretty handily in the genuine finale! Tommy didn't say "your plan is stupid because you neglected to consider these reasons that curing death won't actually work." Instead, Tommy said, "your plan is stupid because you're failing to see that you're hurting people here and now and you could have the friends you want here and now if you just put down your damn book and make peace." which, I'm gonna be honest, also sounds a bit like naive crap to me.

Also, you're acting as if his plan is based simply on an unspecified fear of death when all signs point to it literally being a reaction to the existence of the revival book! Like, sure, when you phrase it like "hur dur maybe this magic book will fix my problems" it sounds pretty stupid. But what actually happened was more along the lines of "permadeath didn't exist on this server as a concept, now it does. revival didn't exist on this server as a concept, now it does. maybe one of these can be used to fix the other." Which is pretty damn straightforward to my eyes!

I really, truly don't see what the problem is with "plan fix death" when you literally have a necromancy book. (Like, logistically, not ethically or whatever.) It seems like the supernatural complications with the balance of life and death, whatever XD's deal is, the server reset, Foolish and the experiments upsetting the balance, all of that, came later (and lacks its conclusion for doylist reasons). but WHY the complaint that fixing death doesn't make sense????? that's like. thing numero uno when you have a damn revival book. sorry if I'm getting carried away but I've seen this argument before and it genuinely makes no sense to me. Reads the same to me as "if you have a hammer and some wood and nails why are you trying to build a table." maybe because I have the tools for the job?

Not to mention that even if we pretended that Dream's only motivation was trying to stop conflict, the plan "learn how to revive people" is still a really obvious solution! Make conflict not have permanent consequences? that's like. an easy mitigating solution.

Also, there's a more general conflation happening here between Dream's unwellness and a more general notion of stupidity. Which I also disagree with. His paranoid spiral led to him locking himself in a prison, but that doesn't mean it was stupid for him to conclude he needed protection, and that his allies needed protection.

The thing with Punz is a separate question, but it's one that I think Punz has answered handily himself: Punz wants knowledge and power, he says so outright, in simple language. He's not indulging a stupid idea: he's in cahoots with a guy who's brought him a ton of knowledge and power. The revive book is real, it's got real results, and it's shown Punz a glimpse of a world he clearly thinks is achievable: a world in which the supernatural shit has indeed been solved. And I don't see why you think he's silly to believe so, given the evidence he's seen with his own eyes.

#sorry if this seems heated i swear im not mad just got carried away 😭#discourse asks #the plan

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sipsteainanxiety · 2 years

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bakugou katsuki did not like it when his neck was touched.

you didn’t know why, not really. you just knew he tended to avoid restricting materials around his neck—collars, necklaces, ties. his hero suit (the winter version, anyways) guarded that area particularly well, and he often snapped at people whenever they tried to take measurements or make him model certain items for hero magazines. he never liked headlocks either, even when they were from his friends messing around with him, and always shut them down quickly.

you knew katsuki didn’t want to tell you the reason why—didn't want to burden you with the clearly deep-seeded issues he'd been dealing with for who-knows-how-long. but you saw the signs, saw the way he reacted and evaded questions like the plague. he was running from something. his own vulnerability, maybe. you could only worry and guess and worry some more. you were just... curious, morbidly so, and this curiosity stemmed from the concern you had for him.

you ended up asking deku one day when the opportunity arose, knowing that he and katsuki had been friends for a long, long time.

"ah"—deku grimaced at your question, one of his hands rubbing at the back of his neck—"it— it's personal. he went through a lot when we were younger." he gave you an apologetic look. and that was all he said on the matter.

deku's words made you drop your inquiring, guilt festering in your gut for essentially going behind katsuki's back to ask about something so... sensitive. but if katsuki wanted to tell you, then he would. you could be patient. and you trusted he could handle things on his own if they got too intense.

but then... the incident happened.

you got called in to deal with rescue and relief while a villain was running rampant somewhere in downtown musutafu. your agency wasn't too far from the devastation site, so you used your quirk to get there as fast as you could, arriving right after katsuki and chargebolt.

the villain looked to have some sort of dark, slippery tendril quirk. there were so many of them, oozing a dark substance as they whipped around and destroyed anything they landed on with brute force. cars got crushed under their grip, lampposts got ripped from the ground and tossed into the sides of buildings. the destruction made your stomach twist, left something bitter in your mouth.

katsuki and chargebolt were focused on trying to subdue the villain. the air prickled with the electricity in the area, made the hairs on your arms and neck stand up straight. the smoke and ash falling from the sky captured the bursts of fiery orange that erupted like an imploding star from sweaty palms.

you felt as though you were caught in the middle of a devastating storm, lightning and its accompanying thunder roaring around you. tumultuous.

you worked fast to get straggling pedestrians out of the way of the fight, ensuring that your coworkers wouldn't need to worry about that particular detail. teamwork, in situations like these, was essential, a sort of trust binding you all together. you trusted katsuki and chargebolt would take care of the villain just as they trusted you would take care of civilians.

you tugged innocents away before tendrils could crush them to the streets, tossed them to safety before debris from crumbling buildings could land on them. it was taxing work for you alone, but luckily for you, other heroes soon arrived on the scene as well.

you became so accustomed to hearing the shooting whistle of chargebolt's electricity, the thunderous detonations of katsuki's explosions, that when they suddenly stopped, your head snapped up.

and you were just able to let out a gasp as you watched a tendril—thick, slimy, constrictive—wrap around katsuki's neck before slamming him into a building next to you.

a repetitive drone, like static in your ears, was all you could hear as you immediately used your quirk to boost yourself up to the collapsing hole katsuki had been thrown through. the tendril that had captured him still extended from the hole like a taut zipline—holding him down, you realized.

before you could use your quirk to cut it, slice through it, you heard a yell—raspy, bordering on frenzied—followed by an explosion that sent smoke and hot air shooting outside from within the building. the villain screeched as the single tendril squirmed and receded from the hole. it gave you the chance to land inside, eyes honing on katsuki who was before you on the dusty floor.

his hands gripped at his neck, clawing, scraping, at the viscous piece of tendril that was still latched onto his skin. tight, tight. he let out another yell and turned towards you standing with your body backlit by the ashy light from outside. ruby blood ran down his face from his head, his body covered in a layer of white from the building's concrete wall. his bloodstained lips were stretched out in a rabid snarl that showed off the watermelon pink of his gums.

but what caught your attention were his eyes—pupils tiny, trembling—the pools of carmine fogged over like hot breath on a cool window. yet they simmered with an indescribable rage that made you feel as though you were being boiled alive.

"get this shit," katsuki hoarsely screamed, voice cracking, shaking on barely suppressed panic, "offa me!"

you leapt towards him and used your hands to rip at the tendril wrapped around his neck. tugging, slicing, until he was free. he sucked in gasps of air like he had previously been drowning, and used his hands to explode the remains of the tendril until it was nothing but a smear of ash on the ground.

you hovered around him, throat and mouth feeling as though they had been lined with cotton. your hands flapped almost uselessly in front of you as katsuki pulled himself to his feet, one heavy booted foot slamming into the ground after another. he refused to look at you, his hair casting his roughed up face in a deep shadow.

"kats—" you started worriedly, but he cut you off with a growl.

"no," he spat harshly. and you could only watch as he took two powerful steps towards the hole before he launched himself through it with a roar. the explosion that followed him shook the very ground beneath your feet.

and once the villain had been dealt with, once all the civilians had been accounted for, you met katsuki in the quiet darkness of his office.

he didn't bother to turn on any of the lights, you noticed, as you slipped inside the room and gently closed the door behind you with a click. the moonlight that filtered through the ceiling-high windows to the left cast a milky look to the area that made it feel surreal—like an angel had ghosted its pale hand across everything. you softened your steps as you silently approached katsuki, sitting at his desk with his face buried in the palm of one of his hands.

you rounded the desk so you could kneel by his side, your hands reaching out to swivel his black chair until he faced you. he gave no acknowledgement of the movement apart from the tensing of his jaw. you rested one of your hands on his thigh, slowly rubbing circles into it with the pad of your thumb.

"katsuki," you said in a quiet voice, too scared to make it any louder for fear of shattering something you couldn't see. "what's wrong?"

he didn't answer, though you saw the way his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly. you gave him a small moment. then you shuffled closer, between his legs, and moved your hand from his thigh so you could reach up to his face and softly stroke his bandaged cheek.

his head moved away just slightly. your heart sank, but you were persistent and chased his motion so you could cup his face in the softness of your palm.

"katsuki," you whispered again, "baby. talk to me."

maybe it was your voice that got him to crack, maybe it was your words. but he eventually exhaled deeply and shifted. the hand that covered his eyes lowered to reveal bloodshot eyes that twitched and watered with all the emotions he was trying to suppress. his forearms braced against the meat of his thighs, his face hovering just above your own as you stared up at his scrunched eyes, his upturned eyebrows. his hair tickled at the top of your head.

you waited. patient. understanding.

"i—" his voice cracked almost immediately and he paused to gather his bearings. he swallowed again and you used both of your hands to gently hold onto one of his hot ones. his fingers twitched. he cleared his throat, but his voice was still gravelly when he spoke. "i thought i— i was past all the shit i"—he bit the inside of his cheek then let out a shaky breath of air and scrunched his eyes shut even tighter—"i fuckin'... i thought i was okay. but— but m'not. and i— i feel so fucking weak—"

he cut himself off and made to turn his face away from you, but you reached up and caught his cheek before he could. you turned him back so he could look at you, really look at you, staring up at him as though he was the only thing that mattered. you gave him silent encouragement to continue, your thumb gently caressing his skin. he took in another deep breath, his chest expanding, then exhaled in a sigh that puffed around your face.

"i jus'"—his voice strained when he spoke again, trembled like a glass of water filled to the brim and threatening to overflow—"i want it t'be over. i— i wanna— be okay." words could not describe how your heart burst at his quiet admittance, scattering apart in a million, shredded pieces.

"and you will," you told him delicately, raising your face up so you could press his warm forehead to your own. he relaxed slightly into your hold and you held tightly onto him as you promised in a quiet voice, "you will."

#hey u guys were the ones who said u wanted hurt/comfort here it is<3 #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou x you #yes i know his winter hero suit is designed to keep heat trapped #but he didnt have to make it have such a high neck guard yk?#oof im tired this is gonna be unedited af sorry LOL #tw choking

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appri-dot · 1 month

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I like to draw nutcracker yaoi for character reasons trust fencer(hurt fella) belongs to @ballcrusher74

#this is dumb yaoi angst but i need to get them out my system #also a wip #i wont post the final product probably because the cringe will catch up but for now i WILL gush abt how silly their contrast could be #metal body damaged wooden body worn #woody just way more emotionally driven because fencer is literally the only nutcracker he can connect with #the silly tendrils bristling as a defensive display but involuntary because hes so scared #woody talks in more broken sentences to fencer because he infers that he can understand him as is a lot better then his human crew #fencer very nonchalant because its not the first time his shits been rocked on the job #i worry this is ooc for fencer so idk how far i will finish it #but ugh i need to stop using these 2 as nutcracker behaviour dolls #SORRY BUT DAMAGE TO A METAL SHELL BEING MORE SIGNIFICANT BECAUSE THE VIOLENT VIBRATIONS #THUSLY WHY NUTCRACKERS IMMEDIATE BECOME EXTRA AGGRESSIVE WHEN HIT WITH SHOVELS #im normal im normal....#woody mimics a human in body heat because the wood better insulates the interior of his body #tw blood #tw body horror #tw gore #lethal company

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larsonabarsona · 5 months

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🎶🎵I′m the escape, salvation, the mother of lies

I'm the mace, the map, the fall & the high

I'm the creator of chaos, the order of life

I′m the pain, the reaper, a structure of lies...

I AM THE LAW!!!🎵🎶

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autisticaradiamegido · 1 month

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day 86

do any of yall ever have like. an Evil infodump? where instead of endlessly word vomiting about a thing you love and are very informed about, there is a thing you are equally well-informed about but hate with a passion that you cannot hold back in conversation?

i do :')

(I'll put it under the cut for the curious because I think it's important and i cannot be stopped but also i'm not kidding the facts are infuriating)

SO. "Homeopathic" is often interpreted as sort of a vague synonym for "natural," or "organic," but it's actually related to a system of alternative medicine that means something Very Specific.

There are two main principles behind the practice of Homeopathy.

"Like cures like." This is the idea that, for example, if you have a headache, taking a veeeery small amount of a substance that is known to CAUSE headaches will cure that symptom. I understand where people fall into this flawed idea, as it sounds very similar to the principles behind, say, vaccines, or antivenom. But it isn't universally applicable in this way. An herb isn't a virus. But even if it was, a Homeopathic preparation of that herb would not have any effect on the body because of the second principle.

"Water has memory." This is the idea that water is able to "remember" any substance that it has had contact with. This is also not true. Molecules don't really have any way to store information like that, and even if they did, well... What would that information do inside our bodies? Would our cells have any way to interpret and process that information? What would they do with it? It's all rather nebulous and it seems like more of a spiritual claim than a scientific one. Which is fine, but is not medicine.

So, with these principles in mind, the process of creating a "Homeopathic Preparation of [insert substance here]" goes a little something like this: You take a dropper and put one drop of your active substance in a container with a hundred drops of water. You then take a drop of that mixture, and put it in another container with another hundred drops of water. You continue this dilution process until there is, quite literally, a near-zero percent chance that your mixture contains even a single molecule of your original active substance (depending on the level of dilution believed to be best for the substance in question. Typically, a higher dilution is considered more potent.) So it is, by this point, literally just a vial of water.

This vial of water is what is then sold as a "Homeopathic preparation of [substance]." OR that water is used to compound a batch of sugar pills, or gel capsules, or tablets, whatever format is being offered. Regardless, the composition of the tincture is literally just water and ~*vibes*~.

And they sell these vials of expensive vibe water! At!!!

THE PHARMACY!!! WITH LIKE THE IBUPROFEN AND ALL THE OTHER REAL MEDICINES!!! AND NO BIG WARNING LABELS THAT SAY, "THIS CONTAINS NO ACTIVE INGREDIENTS AND IS BASED ON VIBES ALONE," OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT!!

In fact! In the US they are able to advertise that they have been FDA approved! (FDA approval of dietary supplements is not the same as FDA approval of actual medications. In the context of supplements, approval just means they've proved it won't just kill you straight up, and thus you're allowed to sell it.) And, well. It certainly won't kill you! In fact they often also advertise things like, "It's natural!" and "No harmful side effects!" and "No risk of overdose!" and it's all technically true! BECAUSE IT'S JUST WATER! LIKE I CAN'T STRESS ENOUGH HOW IT'S LITERALLY JUST WATER!!!

Anyway. Please keep this in mind the next time you are offered a homeopathic remedy, or see one advertised in the store, or hear your antivaxxer auntie bragging about the fact that her kids all got a "homeopathic" alternative to their MMR shots.

IT'S! JUST! VIBE WATER!!!!

#day 86 #year 5 #it me #truly very few things get me more heated than this specific concept. i dont know what it is... just.... WOOF.#anyway i didnt bother checking beforehand if there's a homeopathy side of tumblr but i must assume there is. so.#if this showed up in your search results and you would like to argue with me about this. im sorry but you are not my intended audience.#i didnt mean to show up to your party and simply shit on everything.#but also if you spread medical misinformation on my post or get rowdy in my inbox im gonna block ya.

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persephoneflouwers · 10 months

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Listen I don’t know how to articulate this in an eloquent way but remember that part in sunflower vol. 6 “I dont want to make you feel bad, but I've been trying hard not to talk to you”? It’s like he’s saying I’m trying to protect your solitude but it’s hard, first of all because it’s not something you just know. You have to learn how to create a space where two people in a relationship still feel like they’re their own person, if that makes any sense.

Secondly, because it is a contradiction, if you think about it. Being a couple, being in a couple automatically deletes your solitude state, unless you seek for it, unless you ask for it.

Third, it creates uncertainty when you’re young and in love and you have all these feelings inside your chest they might as well just explode out of your lungs, you want them, you want to be with them (let me inside, wish I could get to know you) and it doesn’t matter how many years have passed since you first got together. There will always be this perpetual urge of belonging to someone that pushes you to just be around each other all the time, to know what’s happening, to worry about them and to take care of them. It makes you paranoid and insecure to know they asked you to wait for when they’re ready to not be alone anymore. It takes a lot of patience and growth and trust to just let them be and live on their own, you know? It’s probably the most selfless act of them all, even when that’s not what you would want (my eyes want you more than a melody, I couldn’t want you any more/I don’t want to be alone in golden).

And I could go on and on and on about how well this concept fits his entire discography.

I could mention Satellite’s «You got a new life, Am I bothering you? Do you wanna talk? Spinning out, waiting for ya to pull me in. I can see you're lonely down there. Don't you know that I am right here?».

Or Daylight’s «you got me cursing the daylight»

Or Canyon Moon’s «I’ll be gone too long from you»

Do I have to mention Adore you? ALL OF IT? Alright, I will: «You don't have to say you love me. You don't have to say nothing You don't have to say you're mine, honey. I'd walk through fire for you, Just let me adore you»

In conclusion, loving him is the antidote, solitude included.

[Such a huge development from Sweet creature’s «I always think about you and how we don't speak enough» by the way]

#and i could go on and on and on #but i cut it here because my phone is dying #does it makes sense idk #it does in my head #hard to articulate my thoughts when im so passionate about lyrics haha #i get very excited sorry!#one day i will even talk about antidotes in Harry’s discography #but that’s not a discourse for a sunday afternoon in 45C heat #lyrics parallels #protect each other solitude #im very sad part of these lyrics are related to Hid Karp00n 😭

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daftpatience · 3 months

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one thing I have learned about being poor is that you cannot for a moment stop thinking about it

#theres no peace #every little thing reminds me we are poor #seeing friends having electricity wifi heat food gas. it all costs money. and bills and fees and charges happen all the damn time #im constantly worried that i am measing up somehow or im not keeping track of my finances properly #the person handling our disability assistance application keeps coming back with question after question about my job #and i have so much doubt and fear that ive made some mistake in my answers that will disqualify us from support #and theres this sick backwards stupid thing where applying for and being on disability support is discouraging me from trying to make money #because the more i make the less likely we'll get support but i need to make money to live #its just fucked. and once we're on support i have to make monthly reports of my income so ill feel like im explaining myself all the fuckin #time #cus the system isnt built in a way that makes sense for self employed ppl who have business expenses to account for #sorry for the ranting i cant sleep #truly truly i think poverty is making me a worse persin #more anxious more resentful more jealous more miserable more spiteful #i have so little and there is so little i can do to help it #i want things in a more desparate and even childish way than i used to eant things #spend a lot more time fantasizing about magically having expendable income #not to mention the constant exponential guilt that comes from asking for help or recieving help. its guilt i need to unlearn but i feel it

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criticaaaaaaaal · 2 years

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#lego monkie kid #lego sun wukong #samadhi fire #sun wukong #BURNT MONKEY * bangs pots & pans together * COME GET YOUR UHHHH BURNT MONKEY #HE CANT TAKE THE HEAT GET HIM OUT OF THE KITCHEN *hells kitchen sfx*#been watching a lot of gordon ramsey shows. he's awesome #srry swk youre my blorbo atm so im gonna have to whump you around a little bit #its not personal #monkie king #the monkey king #throwing all the tags here sorry #critical watches monkie kid #I DID THIS TO AVOID MY HW THATS DUE IN AN HOUR!!!!!!! FML!!!!!!!!!#I GOTTA DO THAT #samadhi fire wukong au #edit: currently pinning this because 1 its the easiest way to access my lmk tag #and 2. i actually still like how it came out

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definitelynotshouting · 1 year

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woe, out of context scarian kisses be upon ye

Scar pauses. Pulls back to examine him, eyes flitting across his face; they backtrack several times, searching, an intense light growing inside them as Scar finds whatever he must be looking for. Grian endures it with reddening cheeks and a galloping heart that slowly sinks into his stomach the longer Scar studies him.

Grian opens his mouth– to say what, he's unsure, but something's got to give– when Scar finally stops, eyes round, and says, "Oh."

Then: "Oh, Grian."

And that's far too much to handle tonight. "Right," Grian says miserably, getting an elbow underneath him, "right, I'm just going to go then–"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Scar cries, lurching forward to grab Grian's wrist. "Hang on a second, I didn't even say anything!"

"You didn't have to, Scar, I can– I can read it in your face." Grian tugs at his wrist, but Scar doesn't let go; only tightens his fingers, dragging Grian back down toward the mattress. "Scar–"

"Grian." Scar matches him tone for tone. Then he smiles, sudden and blinding. "Can you hold still for a minute? Everything's fine, just trust me!"

"Trust you?" Grian snaps without thinking– then balks as a flicker of hurt darts across Scar's face. Ice fills the pit of his stomach, cold and stinging. "Sorry, I– I didn't mean to say that, I'm sorry," Grian stumbles out, frantic. Anything to erase that expression from Scar's face, that perilous stillness. "That's– that was rude. I didn't mean it."

Scar takes a deep, careful breath, eyes closing. "Yeah, it was rude," he says after a beat, "but I wasn't being very clear, and you're distressed. So I'm sorry too."

Grian's insides curdle. "Stop– Scar. I'm not distressed, you're making me sound like a damsel."

When Scar opens his eyes again, only a hint of that previous distance remains; instead they're brimming with warm exasperation, and a lot more patience than Grian deserves. "G," Scar says, far too gentle, "relax. Please. It's okay. Everything's okay right now, I'm not mad, I– I'm not upset." Another smile tilts the corners of his mouth; Grian's lungs flutter. "Quite the opposite, actually, if you'd sit still enough to listen."

Grian stares at him, throat drying out. "What do you mean?" he manages.

Scar eyes him for a moment, then carefully lets go of Grian's wrist. The warmth dissipates immediately; Grian misses it with a longing he does his best to hide.

It must not be enough, though, because Scar makes an aborted little sound in the back of his throat, and raises his hand to cup Grian's cheek.

Grian freezes like a startled rabbit, pulse thrumming in his ears. The foreign weight of Scar's hand radiates heat outward, spreading molasses slow through his skin and igniting beneath his skin. He stares, useless, at Scar's arm before trailing his gaze back up to meet his face.

The smile on Scar's lips has taken a wry turn. "I like it too, Grian," he says, and there's so much compassion in his voice that Grian nearly flinches. "I like spending time with you, and I especially like spending time with you here." He raises his eyebrows with a meaningful arch, glancing briefly down at the mattress they're sitting on.

"In your bed," Grian says anyway, flat as he can make it. The phrase nearly cracks against his teeth.

"Well when you put it like that–"

"Scar."

"So maybe I like cuddling you," Scar says mildly. "Is that such a huge crime?"

Grian opens his mouth to retort, but no sound scrapes out. He snaps his jaw shut instead, staring at Scar with huge eyes.

He can't hope. It's stupid to hope; they've been friends for years, only friends, and Scar has never– Grian can't think of a single time he might've once–

But Scar is giving him that look again. The soft one. The one filled with so much warmth it threatens to scald Grian's frostbitten fingertips if he reaches too close. His hands itch– he wants to hold Scar's hand, tap his fingers against his pulsepoint and listen to it tick; press his thumb into the hinge of Scar's jaw and lean forward, so he can–

"Can I kiss you?" Scar asks, quiet and tender, a spark of hope catching in his voice, and Grian's mind blanks.

"I– what?" Grian asks eventually, very faint.

It's Scar's turn to go red. "I mean– I'm not reading this wrong, right? Because you kinda just admitted to... liking me? Romantically? Unless I have completely misinterpreted that, in which case that is, um, very misfortunate for me, actually."

"No, I– you want to. Really?" Grian ignores the mispronunciation; instead, that little kernel of hope that Grian's been stubbornly trying to stamp out kicks back to life, fluttering around in his throat. "You're not joking, are you?"

"Grian, I would never joke about this," Scar says solemnly, and against all odds, Grian believes him.

Slowly, uncomprehending, Grian nods. "Yeah," he says, and it comes out hesitant, breathy, barely on the outskirts of sound. "I– yes. Please."

Scar's smile turns into a grin, self-satisfied and smug. "Well, since you asked so nicely," he says, and–

And his hold firms against Grian's cheek; his fingers tangle in the back of Grian's hair; his hand is guiding Grian forward, gentle but insistent, and Scar is leaning down–

It's not what Grian expects, actually– not that he was expecting much of anything. Scar's lips press soft against his own, a steady pressure that tingles onto Grian's tongue. Slowly, his lips part, urging Grian's open, and with that same, gentle insistence, he coaxes Grian into a slow, heady kiss, lips closing over his cupid's bow before opening again, sliding down to catch his lower lip next. Grian shudders into it, following Scar's rhythm; his head is tilted, just slightly, enough to deepen the angle and deepen the kiss.

Their lips slide against each other, and Scar's right hand comes up to frame Grian's face, winding through his hair and pulling him closer. Grian fumbles to cling back, hands fluttering until they find purchase on his shoulders; after a moment of hesitation, he loops them around Scar's neck, sinking his own fingers into the long hair cascading down his back. Scar melts into it, a soft noise slipping from his throat, humming against Grian's lips. It shoots straight into his stomach– Grian pushes closer, something hungry and desperate opening inside of him, clamoring to swallow Scar whole.

His head is spinning; when Scar sweeps a thumb across his cheek, Grian mentally chases the sensation, every point of contact between them a steady burn. He is fire, sparking and crackling, and Scar is the tinder– coaxing him into a proper flame, teeth tugging at his lower lip to make him hiss. Grian follows each sensation blindly, etching it into his nervous system; maybe if he keeps it here, hollows out his bones to makes a home for it, this memory will never, ever leave him.

It ends too soon; Scar pulls back eventually, but not very far. He tips his forehead to touch Grian's, their noses brushing; warm air fans over Grian's face, intimate and paralyzing. Grian doesn't quite pant, but he does end up needing a moment to catch his breath before he can speak.

"Wow," is what he eventually lands on. "Okay. You've been holding out on me, mister."

"Not my fault you never said anything," Scar murmurs, tapping his thumb against Grian's cheekbone. He leans back in, pressing another soft, sweet kiss to Grian's lips before pulling away again. "I've been gone on you for ages."

Grian sucks in a deep, shuddering breath; something beneath his sternum is beginning to crack, letting out soft, incredulous light. "You're telling me," he says, "that we could've been doing this from the start."

"Well, not the start," Scar says, clearly amused. "But pretty close to it."

"I hate you." Grian's voice is petulant.

"You love me."

"Kiss me again," Grian demands, in lieu of responding to that just yet.

"Jeez." Scar's eyes are twinkling in the low light. He slowly trails one hand down to Grian's shoulder, rubbing up and down his upper arm and leaving goosebumps. "Let a guy take a breather for a second. Patience is a virtue, y'know."

"I have never been patient even once in my life, Scar, and you know it."

Scar pauses, considering him with lidded eyes. "No," he says finally, but it's layered with fondness. "I guess not." He presses a quick, teasing kiss against Grian's nose; Grian wrinkles it, then musters his courage and dives in for another kiss. When he pulls back, Scar is beaming at him. "Good thing I like you anyway."

"Only because you have terrible taste," Grian informs him, before reeling him back in and kissing him again for quite some time.

#scarian #goodtimeswithscar #grian #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #mcyt #kissing #romance #DONT LOOK AT ME WKDNSKD I JUST WANTED TO WRITE MORE KISSES #this is mostly unedited sorry for the quality gang but tumblr gets sweatpants and ao3 is black tie #an edited version of this MIGHT appear in a fic i am planning to write that im affectionately calling ''the heated blanket fic''#but yknow. we will see. we will see #sorry to any non scarian folks following me bc of the one gtws post. ''unending scarian blast'' yknow how it is #shouting speaks #my snippets #txt

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