#scar imagines

[gay-dorito-dust]

scar with a gn! Reader that’s crazier then him :3 (headcanons please)

You probably caught a glimpse of him one day could feel this chaotic and intense energy about him, which would’ve been enough to have anyone making the smart decision to leave while they could.

for you however, it was more or less the opposite and it wasn’t long before you’d actively tried seeking him out, causing chaos and discord however you could just in the hopes of getting an audience with the man known as Scar.

You knew of the stories that have been told about him but you didn’t care and instead found something to bond with him over; wanting to watch everything go up in smoke as the fires blazed on well into the night.

Scar saw you both as kindred spirits, people who saw things as they really were whilst everyone else was more or less content with living in ignorant bliss.

If anyone were to call your love deranged or unstable, Scar would gladly destroy them in whatever ways he felt suited them best, as he went on a triad about how yours and his love was a genuine, one of a kind love that couldn’t be replicated because people didn’t have the same passion for destruction and desolation like you two did.

So in his eyes, anyone else’s definition of love was false in comparison to yours as yours stemmed from an obsession that bloomed from a simple glance.

Scar would preach whilst holding you close as a village burns to cinders that you were soulmates, two halves of the same soul that were forced to live separate lives because you were deemed too powerful of a force when together. so they had to rip you both apart while they could to preserve their definition of ‘peace.’

Your dates were…unique to say the least, such as participating in his experimentations and misleading good and well meaning people for fun and laughing when they come back a monstrosity of their own creation, as you’d let them believe.

You: would you burn everything for me? Would you even kill thousands for me my dearest Scar?

Scar: I’d do so and much, much more, charred corpses that would try to take you away from me, try to persuade you into leaving me or even exist within the same space as you will be used as an cautionary art piece; an example for everyone else that they’d too would suffer a similar fate made purely for our entertainment.

*he grabs at your face and leans in real close* they are merely mortals fooling themselves into thinking they’re smart enough to speak upon issues regarding those of a higher power and purpose. Do you hold me in the same regard, my desire?

You, leaning your forehead against his, looking deep into his eyes that were unusually soft in this moment: if I had it my way there’d be no one left alive to look at what’s mine. I’d rip out my own heart if I could to prove that it only beats for you and you could do whether you’d like with it for as long as you want. Cage it? Destroy it? Preserve it for all time always? My heart is yours to toy with.

You truly were a match made in a demented, morbid version of heaven.

Scar would probably test how much you love him by making you do the most morally questionable shit known to man, if you succeed, you’ve proven your love was genuine but if you failed, then he guesses you didn’t love him as much as you declared you did.

However once you’ve become scar’s, you were forfeiting your freedom in order to shape yourself into being the prefect lover for him, however that was the plan to being with wasn’t it?

[vastaya-simp]

Can I give you a prompt for Scar x Reader? Going out and him showing reader the firefights for the first time.

Hi, thank you for your ask!! Hope you'll like it!))

And sorry if there any mistakes. English is not my first language.

If only your family had seen you now they for sure would have a heart attack. You also felt like having one when the man you've been clutching on to made another sharp turn midair manoeuvring through the crumped space of the undercity. The fact that you were currently blindfolded didn’t help a bit.

When Scar was gently putting it on, you didn’t argue - it was a necessary condition of the visit - for the safety of the Firelights and your own.

It took everybody several months before you could trust each other enough: you not being part of the rebels and still wishing to help, them being wary of any outsiders. Though when not only you showed them patience of the saint towards all the nagging of the members of the Sanctuary but as well managed to get unsuspiciously to places they could not, it all payed off. Over the time Scar himself became especially close to you. At first, he seemed to be the toughest chirean in both cities, laconic and good with his sharp spear. Then it seemed like your paths started to cross more and more and what in the beginning was strictly messages on shimmer supply or the need to find a specific medicine for one of the firelights, it resulted in you being his safe space after another poorly ended mission. None of you realised when the friendly encounters suited for business partners of sorts turned into something more intimate and vulnerable. Honestly, there was no even any announcements from any of you. It just happened so naturally, that even other firelights didn't point it out and just went along with it. Though, maybe it was to the fact that not only Scar, but also Ekko accepted you as another addition to their family.

The flight came to an end suddenly and you would have gone flying forward if not for the strong figure in front of you. Scar tapped his metal claws on your hand as a sign to let go and jumped off the hoverboard. For the mere second you felt panic sneaking on you as you were still very much blind, but the next moment gentle and firm hands you’ve grown to adore so much helped you down to the ground.

— Are we there yet?

— Almost. — A simple answer. Short as usual. But as you moved to lift off the blindfold, chirean covered your hand to stop you. — Not yet.

After a few more turns, Scar opening some passages, by the sound of it, and climbing a ladder with his help from behind you finally got to lift the bandage of the eyes.

When you opened them, at first you didn’t even know what to focus on - as the colours swam right into your eyes - blinding with the variety. You’ve got so used to everything being gloomy and dark in the Undercity that to the picture in front of you now resembled more of a dream. A good one.

Fresh leaves surrounded the platform you found yourself on. From every side numerous flames flickered from the small electrical lamps and from greenish bugs that were now strongly associated with your new friends in your mind. Then children's laugh was heard as some of the kids flew by, stable enough on the hover boards, and a warm hand fell on your waist from behind. Only then you shake off this dreamy daze.

Then you turn to look up on the chirean, now much more alike that you two were in the safety.

— Scar, — your voice got caught in your throat when his green sharp eyes moved to meet yours: — Thank you. For bringing me here… and for your trust.

The man hummed in content and tugged you in the direction all the houses that were huddling together in the crown of the gigantic tree.

— Come. I want you to meet someone.

[wolfythewitch]

rough lipsyncing practice, audio from Troy (2004)

[demaparbat-hp]

Golden Boy (and Silver Girl) for the Kintsugi AU.

[lucabyte]

Taking pride in One's own appearance.

[prahacat]

when the horrors catch up and you take an evening off to batch-process

[pileofmush]

luffy is for the sad, pathetic, touch-starved bitches. the ones who shiver at the mere brush of skin. who wince whenever their friends go in for hugs, unsure of where to put their arms. the ones who are so, so aware of their proximity to others. so careful not to brush fingers when walking side to side with a peer, or when handing a pencil to a friend, because they’re sure that one affectionate squeeze of the arm could leave their innards a puddle at their feet, creeping toward the nearest drain.

when you meet luffy, you think he’s one to be admired, not touched. you see the way he infects everyone around him with his reckless abandon. hanging off shoulders and dragging people to and fro. his crewmates are used to it. they scoff and wiggle under his weight for show: for there’s a sense of relief when monkey d. luffy has his eyes on you. you can tell in the automatic decompression of their shoulders, in the languid way they turn to him—saplings curving toward the sun. 

you see it, and you envy it. respect it. respect him. but that’s the extent of your thoughts on the matter.

you never considered that he would turn his sights on you. 

but he does. 

he picks you up like you’re something shiny, holds you up to the light and squints. and whatever he finds must be satisfying, because after that, he doesn’t put you down. 

it overwhelms you, at first. he tugs on your cheek at the sight of a frown, like you’re the one made of rubber, and your heart does a funny jig that’s actually not funny at all. he pokes you in the ribcage to grab your attention, and ignores you when you try to tell him that a verbal cue would work just as well. he grabs your hand, instinctively twining your fingers, and pulls you along when you stop in your tracks.

and you feel—you feel like a puddle. be careful your mind warns, or you’ll slip.

but luffy’s there to catch you when you fall.

and that’s what’s so terrible about him, you think. he’s the question and the answer. 

and he’s burrowed himself under your skin. 

how foolish of him to touch you so casually and expect you not to revel in it. not to crave his pokes and his prods more than you crave air. how foolish of him to drape himself over you like a weighted blankie and not expect you to desire him by your side, always, to keep the cold at bay. he’s a fool and you’re a pauper.

but, sometimes, you think he knows what he does to you. he has to. oh, how he’ll laugh when he catches you staring at his hands. bound over until he’s right in front of you, place a thumb under your chin and tilt until your gaze meets his. his eyes are dark, but so, so bright. you want to look away. you don’t. 

everything is so easy for him. it's unnerving. he plops his head in your lap one day with a carefree grin. you still—hold your breath like a child playing hide and seek. he cracks open an eye, like he can read your thoughts. or maybe he can just feel you tremble.

“what’s wrong?”

you rack your brain for an answer he could understand. “what do you want me to do?” you hedge. 

luffy furrows his brows. “whatever you want,” he says.

“no, i mean—where do you want me to touch?” 

he shrugs. “wherever you want.”

and you feel—you feel like you want to run your hands over every inch of his skin until you have a mental map of his body you could navigate through touch alone. you want to put him in your mouth. you want to inhale him like a drug, want him to burn the back of your throat 'til it stings. you want… him. 

you settle for caressing his jawline. tracing the slope of his nose. his eyes flutter shut, and you pause, but he grabs your hand and plants it firmly on his face. and it feels, it feels like you’re the question and he’s the answer. it feels like maybe, just maybe, you’re okay with becoming a puddle of a person, for him. 

[ryllen]

" so promise me you'll be born & grow healthily in the future "

( sequel x before she got sent home to her time )

[ghostbite0]

more babynai and sanegiyuu… lots of emotions going on

[mbohjeezart]

[ WIP ]

Bring a goat to a courthouse...

[newroseanna]

Warnings: Yandere themes, sexually themes, and gender neutral reader.

THINKING ABOUT HOW LINGYANG AND SCAR LOVE YOU...

Lingyang loves you. No, like he really loves you. To the point where his love is suffocating. It's almost like a heavy weighted blanket that's soaked being thrown on top of you. Heavy and overbearing. He's definitely the type to not let you out of his sights for more than a minute. In that minute, you could hurt yourself, and he doesn't want that to happen. He will feel so guilty about it. When he's performing, his eyes are always wondering looking for you. If he doesn't see you, you bet you're in for someone whining and some loose threats you failed to notice. Lingyang wants you all to himself. He wants to just trap you inside all day so then the only person you will see is him and only him.

Scar's love is like a feeling of impending doom. He's unpredictable. You never know just what he has in store for you. It's different everyday. One minute, he can be really nice, and you would genuinely think he's the ideal boyfriend. Then, the next, he's all snarky and overall an asshole. Sometimes, you even question if he loves you or not. But he's quick to knock down all of those concerns with his tooth rooting sweet words. He loves marking you so everyone knows who you belong too and he makes sure to do it in places he knows you won't be able to hide with makeup or a scarf. Scar also likes to see you in pain. He's a sadist. Sometimes when he's fucking you his hands snake up to your throat gripping it a little too hard but not hard enough to kill you. Harder enough to see your pained expression. But it's only okay if he hurts you. If anyone else does. Be it verbal or physical they're definitely dying.

[ouroborosreilig]

i LOVE the headcanon of the different life series taking place in different seasons, and i especially love last life taking place during winter. something about having to trek through the snow and freezing cold alone, being practically hunted by the boogeyman. wowww.

[lylian333]

imagine...

warning: noncon, stalking, kidnapping

he keeps stalking you till one day you can't handle it and stop at an alley trying to confront him but you end up getting rp by him to the point you straight up pass out from how violent he is. when you wake up you find yourself lying on a bed chained up, him lying next to you whispering how beautiful you are when you were struggling and how he can't wait to be a father and a husband you couldn't help but cry uncontrollably after hearing this as he cuddles against you...

~blade,jingyuan ,danheng ,aventurine ,boothill ,gallagher ,calcharo ,jiyan ,scar ,fyodor,nikolai ,chuuya ,dazai~

[wasyago]

morning *yaaaaawn* stretches

[theminecraftbee]

“Mumbo, I think Grian and Gem are possessed!”

Scar bursts through the door of the iron farm is building rather suddenly. This is indeed rather impressive, on account of the iron farm not having a door. Mumbo wonders if Scar put on there for dramatic effect, or if bursting into a space while shouting manifests door-like qualities, or maybe if he forgot he’d placed an entirely unnecessary door down. It’s almost as unnecessary as the iron farm, given Grian still hasn’t forgiven him for the whole ‘trying to see how far he can make Grian go to trade permits’ thing, and—

“Mumbo, you aren’t paying attention! I think Grian and Gem are possessed!” Scar says, distressed.

“What? Er, I mean, yes, we’d all rather noticed, hadn’t we?” Mumbo says. “Really don’t know why you’re panicking about it. Bit old, that news is.”

“Why didn’t anyone tell me!” Scar says, making a dramatic hand motion. “It’s terrible! My builds, Mumbo! My beautiful train! I live right next to both of them! Oh, oh, my beautiful train!”

Mumbo squints. “Well that’s a bit rude. Grian was possessed last season and you were perfectly fine putting your base next to him then.”

“It was different, Mumbo! Oh, sure, he had a rock that ate bases, but not with him! And it only barely moved without asking. And the Rift, well, that didn’t move! That didn’t eat parts of my build! Mumbo, do you know how long it takes to make a train design real enough that builder’s magic will actually take to it these days? Standards are so high!”

“Ah. Is the ocean eating bases now? Because if so I admit that’s a little concerning.” Mumbo says, mentally trying to decide how to heist the prismarine permit into Grian’s inventory so he doesn’t have to deal with a self-destroying guardian farm. That would just be silly. He can destroy and rebuild a slime farm every other day, sure, but a guardian farm? Where would he keep the sponges!

Scar has conspicuously stopped talking, Mumbo realizes.

“Um,” Mumbo says.

“I said, why would the ocean eat bases?” Scar helpfully repeats.

“Well, you just said the thing possessing Grian and Gem might eat your train,” Mumbo says.

“What? Why would I be talking about the ocean? Mumbo, you said this was old news!” Scar says.

“That’s because it is! Gem was talking about getting the ocean to possess her even before we got here! It was her whole plan, some kind of spooky boat thing! I was really quite surprised you’d missed it!” Mumbo says.

“Why would I be talking about that? Psssh. That’s old news,” Scar says.

“That’s what I said!” Mumbo says.

“Anyway, I don’t know why you’re bringing our fishy overlords into this. I was talking about the snails.”

Mumbo’s thoughts crash to a blessedly silent halt.

“The what?”

“The snails that are eating everything. I think they’re possessing Grian and Gem.”

“There are snails that are eating everything?”

“Yes! That’s why I’m panicking!”

“Well great, now I’m panicking too! Why didn’t you just say so?”

“I did!”

Mumbo looks back at his iron farm. “Scar, what if they eat this before I realize how pointless it all was? Snails are small! I wouldn’t even notice until the zombie turned into a little pile of smoldering flesh! Why are Grian and Gem possessed by snails, they were supposed to be possessed by the ocean!”

���I don’t know,” Scar says. “Mumbo. Mumbo you have to help.”

“How! I’m not qualified for this!” Mumbo says. “People always assume, oh you’ve known Grian forever, surely you’re qualified, but I’m not! I have a weak will, Scar, he doesn’t even have to bother possessing me before I go along with his schemes! And Gem is possessed too? Count me right out.”

Scar frowns. “Oh. I didn’t think you’d stop Grian. I wanted your help getting our own snails to be possessed by.”

“Why?”

Scar thinks for a moment. Scar shrugs.

“Yeah, you know what, fine,” Mumbo says. “Makes more sense than this iron farm. Um, I guess we build a snail shrine now? I have to say, very strange that this whole cult thing keeps happening to me.”

The two of them put their heads together and start planning. If they’re all going to be overtaken by snails, Mumbo figures, best to get a head start. Maybe then he’ll even get an excuse to start the unnecessary gold farm in the process.

[yandere-sins]

SIR! SIR, PLEASE!

Looking up at us from below, two different eyes, absolutely psychotic, handcuffed and submitting, and then telling us that he wants us, needs us?

Guess I'm changing to the bad side 🤷

(It's so sad that the synchro fucked it up because this moment was so yandere-coded 🥲)