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Thank You!!!!

(Aaaaaas with every post containing this art, all art is by @sadagios !!!)

Project: HotGuys Dating Simulator recently passed over 100 kudos over on AO3!!!

Thank you so so much to everyone that has left a kudos, this is my first fic to pass 100!

And I guess, it’s been a while, I can put a little thing out there that I may or may not have done another little thing…relating to this….

Coming soon, but not today!



(seriously, I cannot get enough of this drawing, it’s been a long while at this point)

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sobbing these two still mean so much to me

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Back from Double Life:

"Pinch yourself." Grian whispered to Scar, too afraid to break the delicate atmosphere they found themselves in. He dared not hurt Scar himself, he couldn't bare to–any more than he's already done.

Scar immediately obeyed, pinching the skin of his own forearm. Light enough so he wouldn't bruise, but hard enough to hurt.

Grian's eyes turned misty. "I can't feel you anymore." He rubbed the skin of his own arm where just hours ago he would've felt a reflection of his best friend's pain.

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Top tier Desert Duo angst to me is:

1.) You are my sun. You are my earth. We were meant to orbit each other in every lifetime, and I'm sorry the universe pulls us apart.

2.) I'm sorry my blood dirties your hands. I'm sorry I spilled your blood onto myself. I'm sorry for taking from you. I'm sorry for making you unclean. I'm sorry I can't see why you don't blame me.

3.) Do you know what I am? I'm sorry.

4.) Stop apologizing. I love you.

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Average bodyguard/client relationship, nothing to see here (<- is what Skizz grumbles while pushing paparazzi away)

@mochiwrites 's lovely lovely au. Cropped versions under the cut <3

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Okay I JUST realized I never posted these on here—- BUT BASICALLY, about a year and a half ago I started doing these experimental black hairstyle posts that were threads long on Twitter, to give artists a source of inspo for their black ocs whose hair they wanted to try something new with! There’s more to black hair than just the selected styles portrayed in media, and I thought it would be fun to show people how much texture, shape, fades, length, and style can be combined when drawing black hair—-cause it’s a kind of manipulation our hair can do irl! The OG thread from when I made these a year ago were lost with the hacking of my original Twitter account (@/bagels_donuts) but I’ve since reuploaded the whole thread to my new Twitter (@/ItsDonutsFR)! I hope artists on tumblr find these useful, sorry it took me so long to post them here😭🙏🏾 I’ll upload them all in parts!

Part 1: Long masc hairstyles + playing with fades

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once more, with feeling

876 words

it's not exactly the same every time. it's altered by what they went through, and why they’re asking, and how it all ended. but it's always close enough that it may as well be the same. 

100% inspired by this incredible post by @thirdtimed! it had me by a chokehold i had to do something about it

it's not exactly the same every time. it's altered by what they went through, and why they’re asking, and how it all ended. but it's always close enough that it may as well be the same. 

the first time, it was unprecedented. 

blood on his hands, tears in his eyes, we expected it to be over—a failed experiment, one that only he would ever remember to save the others the pain. too much grief wracked his body for him to even choke out the words for a long while, but we waited. it isn't an unusual thing for us to do, to wait.

smearing sand on his sunburned face, he wiped away his tears and said,

"give me another chance."

the second time, we were curious.

shaken and silent, he stared into our face for a long while, as if trying to decipher what in void we were. the crown of crystals were still and a kind of grey that isn’t truly grey, but every colour at once, and his breathing was shallow. the bloodlust drained from his eyes, leaving them as grey as the crown.

we asked, because he would not have thought to answer otherwise. he flinched, and hesitated. 

"i.. can i see them again?"

the third time, it was almost expected.

still smoking from the explosion, she sunk to her knees, sobbing and clutching herself as if she feared literally falling apart. it took a long while for her screams of grief subsided, and longer still for the weeping to fade into sniffing and hiccups. she hadn't looked at us once, as if she didn't know we were there, but we did not wish to interrupt—she was entitled to her unraveling in private.

wiping her eyes, she didn’t bother to compose herself much more. she lifted her face, littered with gashes and scars, and with agony in her voice-

"i want my friends."

the fourth time.. well, it was a little surprising.

a victor had not yet arrived so high on adrenaline and confidence, and the blood that stained even his mouth seemed to be a trophy. the sword had not left his hand, and still dripped with what remained of the last two, the drops vanishing into the abyss below. he was grinning, and this was the most surprising part.

not needing any persuasion or suggestion, he looked us right in the eye—as none had done before, crowing,

"come on, give us another go!"

the fifth time, it wasn't the request that was new.

alone in a field of sunflowers is where we eventually found him, after waiting fruitlessly for his arrival. he startled a little as he realised we were there, but soon calmed at the understanding of what we meant for him. after all, it had been almost a year since he became stranded—and stranded was the word for it. the shawl was still the red and purple of the flowers he had once given to his partner, and we suppose one could say they started this whole chain of events.

setting aside his gardening tools, he smiled almost sadly. perhaps he would miss what had become his prison, despite everything it signified. he sighed,

"i think i’d like a better try at companionship."

the sixth time.. it almost didn’t count.

surprised to have even been considered for a crown, they laughed in delight when the paper version settled on her head, clearly pleased with our creative flair. we were pleased as well—it isn’t often creative flair ends up being a positive part of our abilities.  they looked around, as if deciding whether or not the place was real, and seemingly settled on an answer. we didn’t ask what the answer was. 

adjusting the paper crown, she laughed, clearly finding the whole situation amusing. when we asked, they seemed to be even more surprised.

"i get to choose? well- let's do it again!"

the seventh time, it became amusing. they did know they could choose something else, did they not?

whooping and throwing his arms around in celebration, came the second victor to be genuinely pleased by his victory and subsequent death. he spent a considerable amount of time pretending he was at an awards show, thanking his family, his wife, his best friend and so on. it was refreshing, after all that misery we witnessed at the beginning of the games, to see the tides changing. especially with him; rage used to be his fuel. now it seemed to be love.

grinning up at us, he waited for something. perhaps one of the others had mentioned it, but he did not seem surprised when we asked.

"what do i want? of course i want more!"

the eighth time, we don’t have to even introduce ourselves.

considerably more pleased than he had been the first time, he seems to think that taking his own life was the ultimate show of power against us. of course, we have changed our ways since his game, but he is not to know that. like his predecessor, he too seems amused by the paper crown. 

cracking his knuckles, and stretching his neck, we already know what he’s going to say, but we let him ask it.

"one more time."

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My name is Abed.

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️

I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍

If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support. Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨

Thank you for taking the time to listen. 🙏

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Me when people see c!scar as an innocent himbo and victim who never does anything wrong ever

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The end of each @hotguycomiczine era

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Sorry but Scar putting Gem back in Exile when she’s one of the only hermits who’s 100% in regulation is so fucking funny to me

Like Scar did NOT want to ask Grian to clarify what ‘Stragglers’ was, he just turned into a kill people on sight guy and I think that’s beautiful

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DESERT DUO MET UP PHOTO IM CRYING SO MUCH

THEY MEAN THE WORLD TO MEEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭

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Avid ao3 readers wouldn’t have fallen for it

(it’s me, im avid ao3 readers)

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do you have any favorite hermitcraft fics i feel like you'd have some really good recs

Anon I hope I can help you, but please understand I mostly read life series fics and almost exclusively if they include Scar, so like most are scarian. (All relationship tags are in order of the most to least relevant imo)

A Trick Too Accidental to Name (link)

Relationships: Grian & Scar (mostly, Pearl is also there)

Status: Complete

Word Count: 19k

Basically, the Watchers think Scar is a devious little guy and they are spying on him and it's mega creeping him out. He also can't get a straight answer from Grian abt wtf is happening. Takes place Season 8. If you like this you should also check out Ad Astra (link) although that leans more life series imo

In Sickness and in Health (link)

Relationships: Grian/Scar

Status: Complete

Word Count: 8k

I'm gonna throw up just thinking about this fic. Basically Scar was kidnapped cuz Grian's a superhero and they needed to get to him, but it follows their recovery and the rebirth of the relationship following such a traumatic event. REALLY good. Please read it.

THE DIVORCE OF THE CENTURY (link)

Relationships: Grian/Scar (bg Etho/Bdubs)

Status: Complete

Word Count: 7k

If you are ever in the mood for a silly fic this is THE silly fic. It's treated a bit like crack and somehow that's what keeps everything feeling so in character. Genuinely such a delight. Oh uh also the plot is Scar and Grian get divorced. Kinda.

Lodestones (link)

Relationships: Grian/Scar, Scar & Bdubs

Status: Incomplete

Word Count: 108k

I think this is the best hermitcraft/life series superhero fic. And I went through a phase where I read a LOT of them. This fic is pretty slow on updates atm, (a few months in between at least) but there are updates!! And it is SO worth it!! As the author puts it "Scar saves the city’s most dangerous criminal, makes him his roommate, falls in love with him, and then also saves the world with him. In that order, with various setbacks along the way"

someone loved, never known (link)

Relationships: Pearl & Scar, Pearl & Grian, Pearl/Gem, Grian/Scar (also like, every single Hermit makes an appearance)

Status: Incomplete

Word Count: 46k

This fic has SO much to talk about. First of all, the premise is that Pearl has been grieving the loss someone she cannot remember (its Grian), and then she meets Scar and he is also experiencing it. So it mostly focuses on Pearl and Scar building their relationship as they try to discover who is missing from their lives and why. The relationship dynamics in this fic are SO good!!! I cannot stress that enough. I don't want to overwhelm the relationships bit because I'm trying to highlight the most important ones, but Pearl's dynamic with Impulse as well as Tango and Etho is really well done! And I'm struggling on where to place Gem/Pearl in terms of importance since it isn't super relevant to the premise, but it is such a good and natural relationship and uggggh you have to read this fic! As a Pearl & Scar lover is it to DIE for!

Five seems like a good number... so I'm gonna leave it there. I am always open to giving more recommendations and even more open to receiving recs!!

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I think this happened in 'odysseus'

Telemacus: *fighting against the suitors, holding his ground but he's slipping*

Telemacus: *sees ody in the shadows, bow aimed at him and the suitors*

Telemacus: *stops fighting abruptly and goes slack*

Suitor: haha, got him

Ody: finally I can actually shoot my damn bow without hitting my kid

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orpheus grian eurydice scar......

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HAPPY STABBY DAY 🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️