(It's you and your allies!)
surprise! (not really) i'm the co-creator of the in stars and lives au so i gift thee . with the official profiles of our in stars and lives guys + the menu i collabed with @isjasz for!
this links to jas' post!!
disclaimer to not tag this post with anything that can be interpreted as isat spoilers! jas and i have finished the game but that doesn't mean others have!
under the cut are scar and impulse's full sprites! as well as another character design for the au :D!!!!
jas posted pearl's head housemaiden designs so here's me playing around with it too! you can see how different our pearl interpretations are side by side LMFAODSGJHDGSJH BUT ITS REALLY FUNNY OKAY i did try to combine them though :3c
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an isal drabble based on @isjasz and @kunehokki's au and this ask ( content warning for blood and death <3 )
(Someone is screaming. You realize it’s your own voice.)
His head hurts, it aches as if it were splitting in two, his throat feels raw, blood spills on his chin. But he can’t stop, he can’t. He’s so close, he’s almost there. He can’t give up now, can’t allow the name of his home to slip away from him once again and leave him a wanderer with no anchor.
The King is right here, he can help. Together they can say the name of their home, they can–
(Your country!!! Your home!!! It’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone!!!)
He can’t lose it, he needs to grasp it.
(You’ve never screamed this much before. So much of you hurts. Does any of it even matter?)
It was his. It was his!
(But you can’t even say it’s name. You can’t you can’t you can’t you can’t you can’t you–)
A sound breaks through the chaos of noise in his head, breaks through the agony gripping his body. It breaks through like some sort of light spilling in through dark storm clouds, just before the sun comes through.
Something, someone touches him. They grab him by the shoulders, and their hands burn – and yet they do not. Pleasant and gentle, calming and warm, but the contact makes Grian want to tear himself away. He thrashes and wriggles in their grip, yelling some unintelligible thing. It hurts it hurts ithurtsithurtsiTHURTSITHURTSITHURTS!
There’s a pressure against his cheek, one that causes Grian to still entirely. His head is still aching, still leaving him heaving with dry breaths from pain. His throat hurts, jaw aching from strain. But ever so slowly does he come back to himself, and it’s all because of the weight on his cheek. He leaves his country behind, lets it truly slip past his fingers like grains of sand, as he locks gazes with gentle looking eyes. He abandons ownership of his home in order to find his place in the lightless depths before him.
It’s Scar.
Scar’s hand is pressing into Grian’s cheek, holding it still.
(He’s… touching you? He’s willingly touching you?)
The other is looking at him with gentle eyes, the edges of his lips strained in a struggling smile. His thumb brushes along Grian’s cheekbone, “There you are, G.” His voice is soft, like a soothing melody.
(But…)
(Wait.)
There’s a trail of blood dripping down Scar’s chin.
Eye going wide, Grian slowly drags his stare down. He finds the front of Scar’s shirt bloody and slightly torn. What he also finds… is his dagger embedded in the other’s chest, his hand on the handle. Panic shoots down his spine, and it feels like the air in his lungs is being squeezed out. He trembles, but he can’t pull his hand away, can’t remove the dagger that’s actively causing Scar to bleed.
Scar, sweet Scar, tries to play it off, tries to smile at Grian like he isn’t dying from a stab to the heart. Like he isn’t dying at Grian’s hand. He laughs, a dribble of blood spilling over his lips, “Yeah, not m-my brightest moment, huh? Should’ve m-made sure you wouldn’t go swinging at me while f-freaking out.”
Grian can’t look away from him, family and enemy fading away from him. He hurt Scar.
“‘s alright though, G, I-I know you didn’t mean it.” Scar pulls his hand away from Grian’s cheek, and some disgusting part of Grian’s mind wants to cry for Scar to put it back, to touch him again.
Yet all he can manage to respond with a stutter, “S-Scar…”
“R-Really, it is!” Scar smiles, even as he wobbles forward. “I’d… rather it be the person I love… dealing the last blow…” He slumps over, head landing right on Grian’s shoulder, and Grian can feel the warm blood dropping on his hand. He uses his other arm to catch Scar, as if it’ll do much to help besides keep him from hitting the floor.
“Scar..?” he slowly asks, breath speeding up as it hitches roughly. “S-Scar?”
(You killed him.)
Did Scar… say he loved him? “Ah.” He shakes. He trembles. His breath is coming in too fast, too sharp, he can’t breathe. His hands tremor, he lets go of the dagger but it remains in Scar’s chest. Scar loved him. Scar loved him. Scar loved him and Grian killed him.
(You hear the raw scream that sounds from your voice.)
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