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Shot through the heart and you're to blame.

Ripping open scabs, to disinfect the wound, to heal better. 🫧✨🙌😭❤️🧡🤎

GREETINGS EVERYONE!!! I've spent the last couple of months working on a full length comic adaption of @goodlucktai's beautiful 'fishbowl' fanfic!!! Below you can read the fruits of my efforts :) Enjoy!

This comic takes place before Dressrosa

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Phenom

Osmosis (part 2 of this comic )

Worked on these during MCC

I believe in bamboozler bestieism

elf + cat scar! a request from my friend <3

Alone (bamboozler comic)

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Another Scar TCD angst because @stiffyck has ruined me.  Seriously, I'm supposed to be working on the Blackjack AU, but no, now I have brainrot. 

A Scar by Any Other Name

Of course, it was Grian who asked. 

The two men sat on a double chest in one of Scar's many chest monsters, just chatting and having a mid-afternoon snack. 

"So, I've been curious about something for a while.  Can I ask you a question?"

Scar chuckled.  "You just did."

Grian rolled his eyes.  "Can I ask you something a bit personal?"

"Sure.  I've got nothing to hide."

Grian snorted and laughed again.  "I don't believe that for a second.  But I've been wondering: Is 'Scar' actually your real name?"

Scar's smile dropped, and he went ridged.  He knew that someday, someone would ask.  He just hadn't bothered to consider how he would answer.  Pretty much everyone on Hermitcraft went by nicknames; one's they'd given themselves, one's they'd been called by friends enough times that they stuck around, names they grew into by virtue of what kind of person or player they were.  But they all had real names, and most everyone knew the real names of everyone else, though many were rarely if ever used. 

"It might as well be," Scar said quietly after a few long moments.

"Is this..." Grian said cautiously.  He wasn't smiling anymore, either.  "Is this something I shouldn't have asked?"

Scar sighed and shook his head.  "No.  I knew someone would eventually."

They sat in silence for a few minutes, with Scar contemplating how to answer and Grian giving him the time and space to do so.

"I don't remember my old name," Scar finally confessed.

"What?" Grian’s voice was all at once shocked, curious, concerned.  "I know you're absent-minded and bad with words sometimes, but how do you forget your own name?"

Scar looked up, trying to oppose gravity so that the tears he felt prickling the corners of his eyes wouldn't fall.  "When you... when you're alone for so long, when there's no one to call your name and no one to tell your name too, you... you change.  The isolation turns you into someone else, and your brain makes room for more important things than names.  The safest route between your base and fresh water, your supply count, your weapon specs.  I -"  His voice cracked, and he hung his head.  Tears fell as he failed to contain a sob.  "I named myself after a rifle because fighting for my life was all I knew."

"Oh, Scar."  Grian gently rested a hand on Scar's shoulder.  Scar flinched slightly in response but quickly relaxed under his friends comforting touch. 

"That's why I name all my bases after myself.  Scar West Outpost, Scarlandia, ScarX.  That way, if I ever forget my name again, there's something there to remind me who I am."

"We won't let you forget," Grian assured him, squeezing Scar's shoulder.  "We'll never let you be alone for so long ever again."

Scar sniffled and offered up a small, sad smile.  "Thanks, G."

"Always."

They sat there for another few hours. Scar told Grian more about the dead apocalypse world he came from, and Grian listened intently.  There were some things he wasn't quite ready to talk about yet, and Grian understood.  Grian wasn't without his own deamons, after all, so he could empathize. 

When evening came, Grian walked Scar home and didn't leave.  He could tell Scar didn't want to be alone after rehashing the trauma of having lived in fear and isolation. 

That night, Scar didn't dream of zombies or death.  He dreamed of friendship and happiness in a world where he knew in his scarred heart that he would never be lonely again.

Tcd Scar had cut his tail to keep himself safe, when he joined hermitcraft the habit stuck. Scar misses his tail so tests not cutting it off.. but he's still extremely protective of the limb

Idk why the quality dies with these lol

✨ Manifesting for season 3 ✨

Bootiful 👻

Ed looking at his brother over the years. (Happy Elric house fire day!!)

Yessssssssss

In-between

It's all in the eyes apparently

Credits to @eggzumii for sharing the ideas and helping me sort out some thoughts on these

More than loving these dorks for choosing to be heroic and protective and using their (arguably dark and sinister) powers to help people, and that's talking about aside from their obviously hotter atler egos, what I think I love about all of them is the idea of these (part) humans having almost no idea about their powers and abilites and just how far their potential could go and them being seemingly having no control of their powers at first but when they become extremely emotional, usually when they are extremely pissed off, do they seemingly manage to tap into that power effortlessly.

There are a lot more things that I wanna say about these characters but I think what I love the most is this undeniable sign that despite them valuing mundane human problems, all of them are more (sinister) than they seem.

This is a trope. Is it a mainstream trope, I cannot honestly tell but it's a trope that I'm a sucker for.

It's just a different effect when they (Rikuo, Ichigo, and Danny) manage to tap into their powers while still in their human form. It's a signal, a flare, that warns anyone to not mess with them cause they're holding something back whatever it might be.

It's also because (at least with Danny and Rikuo's case, can't completely say the same thing for Ichigo but he still counts) they value their secret to the point that it can be both ridiculous and dramatic and the fact that despite them doing everything to hide it, they just don't give a damn anymore at that moment. They don't give a damn if someone notices, they feel very emotional and instinct is kicking in and the adrenaline's pumping and nothjng else matters anymore.

These characters hide behind a facade (the loser, the delinquent, and the pleaser) and despite the idea that it's in their very foundation to protect their loved ones, it doesn't change the fact that they're all still very capable of hurting others.

It's a whole other thing if they want to hurt someone.

And it has a different effect from their alter-egos.

We expect them to kick-ass in their alter-egos. This is something natural to that side of them. It's the side that allows all of them to vent out their frustrations and just be heroic and maybe be a little bit impulsive cause what the hell do they have to lose?

But the human side. The human side is usually the tamed side (more or less especially for Ichigo). The one where they hide away all their emotions and keep their temper in cause they actually have something to lose while they're human.

And so the idea that the side of their alter-egos just leak into the human side, it brings out a kind of chill.

It's the idea that no matter what they are and how they choose to act as humans, the lines sometimes blur between their two sides. And that line is awfully thin. Their alter-egos are just as much as them as their human sides are.

And I'm a sucker for that

It's just a really effective trope that I hope other creators think about cause of the material it endlessly provides.

I so wish I could see more of this exact thing!!! It’s so funny to think about and I love watching reactions!

We didn’t get to see much of it, but I’m so into the idea of Rikuo getting to casually act like himself in front of the Kiyo Cross Squad post-manga. All those times he sneakily shooed youkai away when they were on outings but now he’s just whacking little spirits in the face with the sheathed sword he produced from his backpack as a human and berating them to behave themselves in Nura family territory in front of his whole nonplussed paranormal club. The face journeys the first time they see him cuss a monster out and hit it with a sandal.

I love this too much to not honour it with my first reblog 💚

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