#the logs

Because I can’t think of a title rn. I was gonna rewrite this scene to submit for the guess the author challenge but then I wanted to do something different, so I decided to do a light edit instead and post it here.

A good bit of context is needed. Starting off, vampires here aren’t the stereotypical vampires most people know of. They also have a lot of magic, which lets them sense other kinds of magic.

With said magic they can create special bonds with others, the main kinds are familiar and romantic. Familiar is just a natural connection all vampires have to their family members. Romantic is a kind of marking/claiming a vampire does to basically say that the marked person is theirs and theirs alone. For vampire/“human” relationships, that is. There is a different version for vampire/vampire relationships.

This takes place at the very start of Season 8! I heavily referenced Grian’s episode when I first wrote this.

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Grian peers into the ravine with Scar by his side, feeling the thrum of his magic in him. It’s a comfort, being next to Scar. Of course, he can’t show it as much as he’d like to in fear of giving away their secret. They’re not ready to come out just yet.

He laughs as Scar places down a boat, hopping into it. They drop down into the ravine with Cleo and begin exploring it, Mumbo joining them a moment later.

As much as Grian misses everything he had from last season, starting a new season is always nice. Just hanging out with friends, everyone at the same point progress wise. Of course this also means that him and Scar don’t have a place to meet up secretly just yet.

Exploring the new geode is another good aspect, each new season there’s more and more cool new things.

He feels a strong throb in his magic as Scar lets out a shout. He whirls around to see Scar dying, vanishing in a puff of smoke, and his the magic fading with it. Grian can’t help but let out a laugh, it’s already begun. He quickly kills the skeleton due to Mumbo’s… interesting rules for himself. He lets out a quiet sigh as they head to leave the ravine, so much for hanging out with Scar. They’ll have to wait to see each other again.

As Mumbo and Grian reach the furthest North point and begin looking around, a voice startles him, “Hello!”

Grian whirls around with a surprised smile, “Scar!?” Guess they’re meeting up sooner then expected.

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Grian laughs as they begin stacking things on their claim to their land. Basing next to Scar? He can’t imagine anything better. His magic resonating with Scar is definitely happy too. He doesn’t mind Impulse joining them, after all, the more the merrier. Their boat tower bonding made it even better.

Grian thinks he’ll enjoy this season with their Boatem Pole. A different and familiar strum of magic causes him to turn around and grins, “yonder! Incoming, we have a visitor!”

“Hello!“ Pearl exclaims as she joins them.

“Has anyone got a boat?” Mumbo asks and Grian grins, okay, maybe this could get better.

“Pearl don’t say anything,” Grian instructs, trying not to laugh, “don’t say anything, get on the Boatem Pole.”

Pearl looks at them in confusion as they hastily try to add another boat to the Boatem Pole. As the five of them get into their respective boats, Grian can’t help but smile. His vampiric instincts enhancing his happiness, having his sister and lover beside him. Maybe he won’t have to worry about them for once.

The five of them split up again as they begin doing their own thing to prepare. He gives Impulse and Mumbo a wary glance as he slips away. Mumbo following him the whole way left him in a bad spot. Thankfully all of the others have gone to do their own thing now, letting leave unnoticed.

Grian normally has supplies to extract animal blood, but with the season reset he’s going to need to make them again. So direct feeding it is, unfortunately. Just outside of clear sight from any of the others, he locates a sheep. He approaches it and puts it in a trance to keep it still. Grian bites down into its neck and sighs deeply as the blood starts flowing. He consumes it greedily.

He stops just a bit before it could be dangerous to the animal if he were to drink more. He licks his lips as he removes the trance. It’s not enough for him to be full, but it’s good enough for now. It felt so refreshing to drink after going so long without. He didn’t expect Mumbo to stick with him the entire time. They’re close, sure, but usually they group up and split apart pretty regularly.

Grian looks up just in time to see Scar approach him, confusion flashes in his gaze, before realization replaces it. “How are you doing.”

Grian grins, “good! The start of a new season is always fun.”

“Yup! And we’re basing close together again,” Scar agrees smiling back at him. His eyes suddenly glance down at his mouth and he stills for a moment. “You, uh, have blood on your teeth,” he says semi-awkwardly. As much as Scar accepts that he’s a vampire, some of his vampire-ness is still awkward to Scar.

“Ah,” Grian responds sheepishly, running his tongue over his teeth and cleaning the blood off of them. “How have you been doing?”

“Pretty good, just getting stuff set up.”

“I need to do that myself.”

“I have a lot to gather for my starter base,” Scar says a thoughtful look on his face, “it’s going to be great.”

Grian grins, “why make a starter base right away, there’s a lot of other things needing to be done.”

“You’re just going to sleep out in the open?” Scar asks skeptically.

Grian wraps an arm around him, staring up at him lovingly, “or maybe I can stay inside with you.”

WELCOME to the Twelfth page of the Prologue. Ever watch someone you love-- lose themselves before your very eyes? It's hard to swallow.

I have made this AU so elaborate but I have such little written for it. What I do have sure is something. Although this went out of hand as I wrote it. Apparently.

The end of 3rd Life just hits harder in this AU and I just couldn’t resist.

In Avian courting, gifting your partner a feather is one of the biggest declarations ever. “I want to be life mates” kind of big. So the person receiving it either rejecting or accepting it is a huge deal.

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As Scar, BDubs, and Grian make their way to BigB’s house, he gently runs a hand over the feather on his necklace. The red life in him only craves destruction, no matter what it hurts, even more now with so many dead. But Scar’s heart forces those desires away, forces away any thoughts of harming a certain avian.

Scar loves Grian, loves him way more then one should in these kinds of games, and, if the feather hanging around his neck means what Grian says it does, he feels the same way.

Scar can already hear the faint chants of blood from those who died. He swallows nervously and looks at Grian who’s confidently leading them. He looks at BDubs, holding the clock in one hand, and his sword in the other. This can only end one way.

Doing this will hurt more then anything before, worse then the creeper, worse then falling into a ravine. They reach BigB’s house as Scar starts his plans. The No Kill Pass is gone, Scar looks over at BDubs, that leaves them with one choice.

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Scar looks down at the No Kill Pass in his hands, then up to Grian and BDubs. Grian stares at him, panic edging the desperation in his eyes, the fear. BDubs stares at him, red eyes glinting with chaos and bloodlust.

Scar forces his voice to stay even as he directs the other two, he hates even thinking of this, but it’ll make the end easier. He throws the paper out, keeping his voice even and without emotion.

He hates the betrayal in Grian’s eyes when he blocks Scar’s slash at him even worse. The betrayal quickly changes to anger, sparking with the same strength as red lives have, just like he always was capable of.

Much to Scar’s surprise, Grian only pushes him back, before turning on Bdubs. Scar lets himself stagger back, surprised that Grian isn’t willing to kill him. Scar watches him die to Bdubs’ hand, the sick feeling in him worsening.

Now Grian will want him dead.

The red life energy was always in Grian before, but now that he is a red life? He’ll be unstoppable.

Scar touches Grian’s feather again, heart hurting over what could have been. Maybe in another world they could be together, but only death resides here.

Scar follows Bdubs, silent. He doesn’t have much to say, he knows what’s going to happen. BDubs and him will die, that’s how it’s going to be.

Scar never really cared about winning, turning red made him want to win, of course, but all he really cared about in the end was Grian. The only thing that really mattered to Scar is Grian. Even now.

Scar can see how this will go, Grian will find and attack them. Scar will make sure Bdubs doesn’t kill Grian again, no matter how it happens. And Grian will kill Scar, unaccustomed to ignoring the call of a red life as Scar is. The anger from his betrayal will help with that. Stop him from hesitating.

Scar forces his pace to stay steady, it will hurt less this way.

Even as he claims that’s how it will end, a small voice in his mind is whispering that Grian couldn’t kill him, not again. Scar hates to admit it has a point.

Scar gently picks up the feather, holding it by the quill in his hand. There is one surefire way to get Grian to fully turn against him, one where there won’t be any hesitation.

No matter how much Scar wants this to end easier for Grian, he can never do something like that. He would rather rip his own heart out. He sets the feather down, letting it rest against his chest again. Grian giving him the feather means way to much to him, to both of them. He can’t ruin that.

Scar just wants this to end soon.

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Scar looks around the cactus ring, empty handed. So much for all of his plans and hopes.

Grian cares way too much about him. Normally that thought would make him ecstatic, but with the voices whispering right into their ears, it only hurts.

When Scar meets Grian’s eyes, he can see his pain mirror in them. Why did it come down to this? Why does it have to come down to this?

Scar doesn’t fight back when the ghosts say go. He throws punches, sure, but not enough to do anything. Not enough to help him survive, to help him win. He doesn’t care about any of that. All he cares about is that he can’t bring himself to kill the avian he loves so dearly.

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Through all his painful planning, Scar never once thought about how much pain Grian would go through from killing him. Maybe he should have as he watches Grian throw himself off the cliff, unable to continue living after killing the man he loves. Choosing death over finding out what happens because he won.

Despite Scar knowing he would never consider himself winning the game if Grian wasn’t there, he never thought Grian would feel the same.

As he watches Grian’s despair as a ghost, he realizes that he never once thought about how Grian would feel about any of this.

I don’t feel so good.

Maybe he was the selfish one.

Since I’m sharing more AU’s I’ve decided to make a pinned post about each of these. I’m going to list each au by their current tag name, the link will take you to a post giving the base summery of the au.

Except the father spore au, that link will go the masterpost for it.

Some of these names will be changed.

father spore spy au

superhero au

Soul Bound and Closer Then Ever

yandere au

They Remain

Last Two Standing

A True Game

Double Life Aftermath AU

A Watcher Amidst

married scarian au

Trauma Bonded

Secret Life Task Master List

Wild Life Wildcards List

Other tags I use:

all speaks: any time I post something that isn’t writing, drawing, or an ask.

answered ask: On any ask I answer

my writing: for anything I write

my drawings: anything I draw

my snippets: a snippet of something I wrote

the logs: Things that I wrote before I started posted stuff on Tumblr that got cleaned up/lightly edited to post here.

au info: Posts talking about stuff for aus

no au: Anything I write that has no au attached to it. Tagged so I can find and change it easily.