SCAR

No longer active blog (RP Blog)

[scarcane]

"Ah, shit— The Firelights!"

Hey.

What now?

I’m Scar, a Chirean, Zaunite, Lieutenant of the Firelights, Second-in-command to Ekko… New Father.

The only rule is no NSFW, I’m a father now after all.

If you’re a Firelight, get off this blog or keep your mouth shut about following me on here.

(Ooc: Scar has, like, one? Official voice line? Everything else is just grunts or non verbal responses I believe. So I’m not 100% sure how Scar talks? I’m open for roleplaying! It’s the reason I made this blog, I’m just not too good at it? So.. sorry in advance. 🤷)

@scarcocane is high school au acc

@monsiuerbadass6969696 is high school Mylo acc

@runeterrasfreetherapist is Scar’s au Partner.

@the-girl-trademarked is a gag blog for The Girl™.

@hazswordus is B.B / Beau

@hadswordus is au B.B / Beau

IF YOU WANT TO DM ME DO NOT DO IT HERE. For some reason I don’t have messages on Scarcane, preferably send it to Hadswordus.

Link to list of rules/reminders.

Link to other arcane rp blogs

Link to Scar being "Mute".

TAG MEANINGS:

#Scars Mommy blog - original posts (usually about his baby) Note; this tag will ALWAYS be Scar personally blogging.

#Answered asks - things that are sent in the ask box

#ooc - self explanatory, OOC posts.

#Partner - Scar’s partner

#Scarchive - Scar backstory (at least in my story) Note; these are just memories Scar has. Not posts on a "blog".

#(character’s name) - Character is included/mentioned

#character dm’s = character private messages (probably. Correct me if I’m wrong.)

Everything else is just jumbled.. I don’t recommend going through them.

[tired-in-tree]

The restaurant from hell

A story of zip and scar learning to hate something other than each other.

Tw: rainforest cafe, overstimulation

Fluff, not romantic.

Apologies for any bad grammar.

Why me?… what did I do to deserve this?… which god did I upset?

Zip thinks to himself as they walk along the streets to piltover. Ekko had randomly decided that enough was enough, having Zip and Scar constantly arguing and avoiding each other was making running the firelights harder than it already was. So… they’re doing a “team building exercise” of some sort where they’re going to a new restaurant that’s just opened up.

Zip isn’t sure why they’re going to this place specifically but… it can’t be that bad… he could just ignore scar and make sure The Girl tm, (lovingly referred to as such by the firelights), Zoya is entertained and having a good time.

What’s concerning the medic at this moment is a couple things, taking a day off from work when he has things he needs to get done, not knowing what this ‘fun restaurant’ is actually like inside of the place:.. and then there’s scar. They haven’t gotten along for a very very long time. And honestly? The firelight lieutenant scares him quite a bit.

Please let this not be completely awful… a normal restaurant we can eat then get back to work…

Then he sees it… even with the neon lights and pagentry of the shopping district of the lanes this place sticks out like a sore thumb. Zip groans internally as he looks up at this place. it seems to be rainforest themed… with moving pieces and animals on the front… all animatronics and bright lights reading out the name of this place. Zip takes a deep breath before speaking, using as much energy as he can muster to sound as normal as possible in this situation.

“I I think we’re here unfortunately… uhh… after you?”

Scar just nods numbly, and Zoya chitters guesturing at the restaurant. The inside is almost too bright after the dimness of being in the lanes, when his eyes adjust he sees a… gift shop?….

There’s stuffed animals, mugs, a fish tank, and all sorts of nicknacks. Plus the tree branches and leaves on the ceiling… and a weird tree with eyes and a mouth… that speaks. Zip assumes it’s probably very colourful… although he can only really see the bright greens, blues and cool purples.

It takes them longer than he’d like to actually find the restaurant… as they’re lead to their tables he looks around gloomily. Not only is this place filled with massive loud animitronics… but apparently every so often without warning there are ‘thunderstorms’. All the tables are covered in brown paper… probably to save on tablecloths and to let kids draw.

And to make matters even worse… they’ve been sat right next to the elephants… the loudest animatronics in the restaurant. He vaguely hears scar clear his throat..

“Excuse me, but are there any other tables we might be able to sit at?…”

The waiter makes a face and says they’ll check and gives them all menues. Zoyas menu is one of those ones that doubles as a colouring sheet and she chirps in glee. The elephants trumpet they all flinch.

“Why… why would Ekko send us here?… does… does he secretly hate us?”

Scar sighs.

“Honestly…. Don’t know.”

The waiter comes back. Smiling in the same icy way people do when it’s only for their job.

“So… there’s no extra tables unfortunately. It’s been really packed since opening sorry… can I get you guys some drinks to start? And are there any allergies here?”

Zip looks down at the menu… all the things have names he doesn’t quite know.

“I’m allergic to chocolate, and I’ll have the Mai tai.”

the waiter gives him a pitying look.

“That’s too bad, our best dessert is a chocolate volcano. But I’ll get that Mai tai for you… and for yourself and the little lady..?”

She smiles a customer service smile at scar as she waits for him to speak. The elephants trumpet again, the three at the table all flinch.

“I’ll… have…”

He makes a face as he tries to force himself to say the silly names on the menu.

“I’ll have a Margarita… and the girl will have the character cup…”

“A Margarilla and the character cup. Got it. I’ll be back in a moment with those and then I’ll get your orders!”

The waiter beams at them, zip squirms in his seet and stares at the menu… nothing looks great… or familiar. but he should probably eat something. He settles on the ceaser salad with chicken… since he doesn’t want to try anything he doesn’t know.

The trumpets go off and zip flinches again. Zoya is happily colouring all over her menu, scars given her the headphones Ekko made for him so at least she won’t have an awful time.

“… have you decided what you want to eat?”

Zip asks while staring at the table infront of him.

“…yup.”

An awkward silence follows until Zoya tugs on zips ear to show zim what she’s been drawing.

“Wow! That’s so good!”

Zip says smiling at the small chirean who chitters happily up at zim. The trumpets go off again and zip flinches.

“Are you going to do that every time this happens?”

Scar asks sounding slightly annoyed. Zip looks at the table again before forcing himself to make eye contact.

“Sorry I… don’t particularly like loud un predictable environments…”

Scar nods slowly… his eyes narrowing at the medic. They sit in realitive awkward scilence for a long time… until the waiter comes back and the Enteres are ordered.

“Oh right! You got here at a good time! Your food should be out just as the rainstorm starts! It happens every thirty minutes!”

She grins at them then takes scars and zips menu. Zip takes one of the free crayoned and silently draws a Tik tac toe board between him and Scar.

“…a distraction from…” ze guestures vaguely around himself at the rest of the restaurant. Scar sighs… and puts an x in the middle of the set. They end up playing 13 rounds, scar wins 6, zip wins 4, and they tie 3. Occasionally breaking to look at whatever Zoya is excitedly showing them, or because of a loud noise.

After what feels like forever their food gets there. It looks… like food. Zoya happily digs in, zip pushes a leaf of lettuce across his plate.

Then a rumble echoes through the restaurant… and a large crack. Both zip and scar stiffen in their seats, zips eyes are wide as he tries to calm down. He manages to get his breathing under control just for another loud crack to sound. It’s so bad… the noise is all around him… it sounds just like a rockslide too. He’s trying really hard not to have a panic attack in the restaurant… he’s about to go to the washroom to try to calm down when scar beats him to it.

“Watch Zoya for me yeah..?”

Zip nods numbly. Trying to focus on the chittering toddler.

It feels like an eternity of torture, the noises and movement around him and trying to seem calm so Zoya doesn’t freak out…. Eventually scar returns with an… odd expression on his face. Zip isn’t gunna ask, he mumbles something and goes to the washroom.

He walks through the door quickly and instantly gets whiplash from the change in tone. It’s… upbeat wordless jazz… with monkeys painted on the wall. It’s so ridiculous he almost cries and laughs. He sits in the corner stall with his head in his hands trying to calm himself down. Ze puts Zeir ears over his eyes and breathes heavily as the lights start to hurt his head. He can feel the pressure in the back of his head starts to build.

Please please please not here… not now… this is the WORST PLACE that this could possibly happen…

He feels himself rocking slowly back and forth trying to get zimself to calm down… it’s not working. It’s so embarrassing to have episodes in public… even worse that it’s here and the only person he knows in the restaurant is Scar…

Shit shit shit shit shit

He sits jammed into the corner hoping no one comes in as he feels his eyes close and loosing control of his body. He hears the main bathroom door open and internally groans. He recognizes the footsteps.

“… it’s been like… 15 minutes zip… are you good?”

Zip concentrates… he concentrates really hard on being able to speak in a coherent sentance.

“I…I’ll be fine… it’s just… an episode.,, I’ll…. Be out soon….”

“…. Bullshit you’re not all right… zip… can you come out?…”

“I… will… in a moment…”

He feels his body slowly calm down. He stands up and almost falls over but manages to get out of the stall. If he could be visibly blushing he would.

“Sorry… for worrying you”

Scar looks annoyed.

“Don’t do that. You always apologize for things when you haven’t done anything wrong… it pisses me off.”

Zip catches himself before he apologizes for that too. And shakily makes his way to the sink.

“Is Zoya doing ok?”

“Oh she’s having a blast. Can’t hear the restaurant with the headphones on.”

“Thats good at least… one of us like it here… I… I don’t think I could be paid to go back.”

Scar nods. It’s clear they’re both having an awful time… and that the problems they’re having are basically the same. Usually he wouldn’t want to admit it but

“At least we aren’t in it alone…”

Zip offers weakly as he washes his hands.

“I’m gunna kill Ekko when I see him again.”

Zip lets out a soft laugh.

“Yeah… why did he think this would be a good idea exactly?,..”

“No clue.”

Zip takes a deep breath and slashes water on his face.

“We got food we might as well eat it. I… there’s a sensory room next to the health center… once we get back…”

“Yes. No talking though.”

“Agreed.”

They both go back into the restaurant, it’s still loud and things are moving too much but… it’s not as bad as the thunderstorm that happened. Scar and zip sit silently, and Zoya smiles up at them chittering happily showing off the drawings on the table she’s done. She’s finished her food and is happily colouring some kind of adventure or something… it looks… unique.

Zip watches as scar talks to Zoya in Chirean, with clicks and whistles… and then scar sighs seeming to cave to some kind of demand.

“She… wants a full chocolate volcano for herself… I got her to agree to only eat half…”

Zip slowly starts to eat his salad… it’s not the worst thing he’s eaten… he probably wouldn’t get it again though. Zoya gets the dessert she wants and it’s very flamboyant, there’s even a sparkler in it when it arrives at the table. It’s huge, especially for a toddler to eat.

They leave the restaurant just as the next thunderstorm starts. Each of them choose a thing from the gift shop to prove they actually went. Zoya and zip both get stuffed animals and scar gets a small pocket knife. They’re all silent as they leave, scars carrying Zoya as she naps against him. Scar sighs looking down at his girl.

“… let’s never go there again… unfortunately I think Zoya liked it there…”

“Agreed… that… was a special kind of hell… I need at least a few hours of a dark room with no speaking… and possibly weighted blankets…. We have those…”

Zip says softly then sighs. A long silence streatches between the two as they slowly walk home.

“… I… don’t hate you… I think… that restaurant deserves a lot more hate than you do…. Just… don’t speak to me for the rest of today…”

Zip nods. The walk back is silent, but not uncomfortable. He knows they won’t be best friends or too close but now scar and him won’t be in an endless argument. It was honestly exhausting and it’s just nice to know it’s over.

@scarcane

[tired-in-tree]

When zips avoiding scar hell sometimes just stand still if scar comes into the same room while he’s working like “if I don’t move you won’t see me”

And it works more than either zip or scar likes to admit.

Meanwhile The Girl tm can see zip and wants to play. There’s a tally of how many times this has happened, and a few betting pools neither zip or scar is aware of.

@scarcane

Speed paint below the cut :3

[askisha]

"If you wanna come play..."

[scarcane]

Scar and Partner Scarchive #1

"The look in your eyes."

Partner's POV here. (Albeit A LOT shorter.)

Btw; Scar is usually associated with orange after the fight with Ekko, but this is FAR before Ekko and Scar meet, so he's green for this post.

For anyone curious, Partner is about 13/14 and Scar is about 11/12.

One last note - I'm sorry that Scar and Partner are only really known by "The human" and "The chirean". It's because of the language barrier between them and Partner (Or, rather Poise) not being able to properly introduce themselves.

Everything stung, it hurt to breathe, to exist, hurt to know that he had unfortunately survived the beating of his life. Scar was laying on the cold concrete floors of some alleyway in the slumps, his family far gone and not being far from his community's hideout at all. It was a fair run, bit of a walk, but Janna. Someone had to take one for the team and get caught by the group of fuckers who wanted a pinch of what they had all just worked hard to scavenge for.

Conveniently enough, that person was Scar.

Well, he wasn't known by Scar back then. No. He didn't even have a name back then- Not a human one by any means.

He didn't want to get up, didn't want to move, didn’t want to cry, didn’t want to scream. He felt so weak, felt so useless. His blood had been spilled and painted the floor beneath him, body heavily injured and- fuck, he felt so tired.

He wanted to rest. He just wanted to... close his eyes.

Just for a moment.

... Would that be okay? Just a moments of rest? Just a moment of silence?

The sound of footsteps tells him the answer was no. It practically screamed at him that he wasn’t safe, even in his last moments before what he assumed was supposed to be peace. Instead of trying to get up, he braces himself for more beating. What's more pain when you've been left to die alone? If only he had known back then that death wasn't mercy. Maybe he wouldn't have craved it so badly now.

"Er... Scuse’ me?"

... What? He didn't understand, barely even heard what he had said over the sound of adrenaline keeping his heart alive. A reminder that he was cursed to survive rather than blessed with the fate of which was death.

"Oh! You're... injured?" The voice sounds worried and Scar is finally able to move, sitting up despite the aching in his entire body, the dizziness and nauseating feeling suffocating him and-

Oh, fuck- He was gonna-

Once he was finished gagging and throwing up in his own pool of blood, he supported his upper body with both of his hands, pathetically attempting to keep from collapsing in his own mess.

The person- The human person wore an all black attire, gawking with wide eyes as if they had never seen someone bleeding and vomiting their guts up in the streets of Zaun.

Must've been new around here.

"You're... REALLY injured." They stated obviously and, for some unknown reason, takes a step closer. The other boy immediately bared his teeth and growled for them to stay back, It was preferable that way. He may not be able to talk, but he could act gruff. He could act stronger than he really was.

The human (luckily) takes the hint, taking a step back and the sound of their heel meeting the ground echoing through the alley.

"Here." The human takes off their clearly expensive jacket and tosses it over to Scar, the jacket falling into his lap rather than onto the floor. The chirean... was weirdly thankful for the extra heat, despite being naturally warm blooded. He wasn't sure if the human knew that, though. Doubted it. His father had always said that humans didn't know any better than mice scavenging for food.

"Do you know first aid?" The human opened up their bag, a crossbody hand bag with some pins attached to decorate it a little nicer. Weirdly enough, the bag had more colour than the humans entire outfit as a whole. Scar's answer- or rather lack thereof, had caught them off guard. Stupidly, it was now that they realised their mistake. "Oh. You probably don't understand me... Do you?"

... Shit.

They cursed under their breath, realizing their foolishness for asking that question in the first place. The answer had practically smacked them in the face.

The human took some gauze bandage from out of their bag, the thing being awfully full and closer to a first aid kit than a handbag full of every-day essentials. Their parents had been VERY adamant that it would be necessary one day.... They supposed they had their parents to thank for this and they despised them even more for that. Gods above- Couldn't they have been a little original? Couldn't they have been able to do something right on their own? Of course not, clearly they weren't capable of kindness.

They had to drop that mindset before it got the better of them.

The human wrapped the bandage around their arm to demonstrate, slowly trying to step closer to the chirean to test whether or not he'd growl at them again. Thankfully, he didn't. He managed to bite back the urge no matter how much it clawed at his throat like a beast in a cage. They crouch beside him- Careful to mind the mess of... insides, they grab him by under the arms and hoist him up, bringing him closer to the alley wall and having him lean against the wall of some random building.

"Great gods above..." The human mutters, beginning to PROPERLY inspect his injuries. Definitely wasn't a pretty sight. They begin to wrap his arm and stomach with the gauze, the chirean wincing and mewling at the contact as the human tries to stop anymore bleeding. Maybe if Poise was an actual med student then they'd be able to call this man a 'medical anomaly'... They best save the diagnosis for their parents, though. With all the blood loss and open wounds, though? Poise would bet the sight of him would make their parents uneasy.

What had happened...?

... Fuck, his head hurt.

He wanted to rest. Just a few moments of- He turned away, getting sick onto the floor beside the two, a mess of insides being a large puddle coating the street floor. God- The human would gag and be sick themselves if they hadn't worried about scaring the poor kid off. What monsters would just leave him like this? What monsters would leave a kid all by themselves?

Of course, they knew of MANY monsters who'd leave misfits to die.

"How's that? Not too tight?" The human pulled away, giving the gauze a slight tug to ensure it wasn't going anywhere... Preferably not any time soon at least. They had only heard of the horrors Zaunites got up to, they didn't want to think of that, though.

The chirean made a face. Oh. OH.

"Ah, shit-" They curse, mumbling in embarrassment before sticking a non-verbal thumbs up. Thumbs up were universal, right? Fuck. Was there a possible- Even if unlikely- chance Zaunites had their own middle finger? Oh, Janna above-

The chirean, much to the human's relief, nods and reciprocates the gesture. What a weird one... He thought to himself, deciding to not think about the over the top designed clothing. The human sighed, giving a nod. They gestured to themselves, pointing and making it very obvious that they were talking about thesmelf.

"Poise." "P- Puh..."

"P-oi-s... Poise."

"P-Puh... Oh..."

Alright, this proved to be harder than expected.

"P. You can just call me P."

[askisha]

"You'll be on my side eventually."

[jinx-askme]

Important OOC:

due to some things, Shugosha will no longer be canon in our story as the role player is no longer a part of the group. I repeat Shugosha is NO longer Canon and is not a part of the story

[hazswordus]

By proxy, Acid will also no longer be mentioned by me in this “canon”.

[askisha]

(OOC) AU Sevika!!

Made for my Sevika blog @sevika-asks

New arm as a courtesy of Jinx and Ekko, and she's been trying out a new hairstyle! (Based on her concept art for S2)

[askisha]

(OOC) AU Ekko!!

Made for my Ekko blog @ekko-askme

He decided against the full Firelight outfit for this photoshoot... You guys think he'd look cooler with or without the mask and coat on?

(Blue face paint version under the cut!)

[askisha]

(OOC) AU Jinx design!

Hello everybody!! Have this design I've created for the ever so precious @jinx-askme! I asked for her and all our other friends here to help pitch in with ideas, and it's safe to say I'm quite happy with the design!

(No doodles version + References explained under the cut)

I drew all the linework by hand, then painted it digitally!

[wilsonsmcgillsweatshirt]

When their entire relationship is toxic, but they're both so fucked up that it's actually the best case scenario, because subjecting anybody else to either of them would be a human rights violation.

[scarcane]

Remember that kid that got stabbed by a spear? Are they okay? Where are they?

Who?

[sagebrush-and-sadness]

WHY did that never occur to me that Scar is covered in fur??

I genuinely thought it was his skin, but while looking at his concept arts I saw these brush strokes on his shoulders and around his nose and ears that imitate fur. I never noticed it while watching the show omg... He's fluffy!! (somewhat at least)

[sagebrush-and-sadness]

Edit: okay I take that back, he's actually fluffy af

[scarcane]

Hey scar, have you considered therapy?

And no, I don't mean from Partner, I'm asking because Partner has something called "conflict of interest"

It's a moral practice of not giving advice to anyone close to you because you may be biased in the end, you may be giving info that benefits you.

Therefore, Partner has bias. And any good therapist would refer you to another one if they're too close to you.

I'm not saying Partner is a bad.... partner, I'm just saying that you should consider getting help that's not from Partner

Hello.

I’ve considered talking to someone about it— therapists or psychologists aren’t exactly common in Zaun and Piltover isn’t exactly "Zaunite friendly"… financially or literally.

Even if one suddenly appeared, I don’t think I’d be able to talk to them… again. Literally or metaphorically. I only just started feeling comfortable talking to Ekko about, well, everything. He might have some of his own biases, sure, but I can trust him.

Trust is hard for me. I don’t think I could ever trust anyone like that ever again.

[random-zaunite-postlady]

You could talk to me Mr Scar! I'm super trustworthy! And I give out lollies!!

[scarcane]

Yeah… because that certainly helps… everything.

You keep doing you, though.

[scarcane]

Hey scar, have you considered therapy?

And no, I don't mean from Partner, I'm asking because Partner has something called "conflict of interest"

It's a moral practice of not giving advice to anyone close to you because you may be biased in the end, you may be giving info that benefits you.

Therefore, Partner has bias. And any good therapist would refer you to another one if they're too close to you.

I'm not saying Partner is a bad.... partner, I'm just saying that you should consider getting help that's not from Partner

Hello.

I’ve considered talking to someone about it— therapists or psychologists aren’t exactly common in Zaun and Piltover isn’t exactly "Zaunite friendly"… financially or literally.

Even if one suddenly appeared, I don’t think I’d be able to talk to them… again. Literally or metaphorically. I only just started feeling comfortable talking to Ekko about, well, everything. He might have some of his own biases, sure, but I can trust him.

Trust is hard for me. I don’t think I could ever trust anyone like that ever again.

[scarcane]

dude im so mad at tumblr for u rn youre shadow banned so bad i cant see you in reblog lists or replies

(Ooc)

It is day… who the fuck knows (probably a month or over by now) of Tumblr support still not responding to me. I’ve checked my emails once a week and I don’t get SHIT from them 😒.

Hate that it spread over to my Hazswordus account, mainly cause’ I love B.B but Y’know <\3

Pray for me, ya’ll 😔

[runeterrasfreetherapist]

Scar and Partner fighting styles (ooc)

This was completely unintentional but I was doing some thinking and realised how the two clash in so many ways, they’re both just so fucking blind to notice. (fighting styles are more focused on when they were kids + Dead Partner and not necessarily Therapist.)

When (my version of) Scar was a child I imagine him simply relying on his claws and fists, deciding to pick up a spear much later in his life. Scar (in canon) fights hand to hand or with a spear, (this rest in interpretation) he keeps people at a literal distance with his long arms + weapon, but he still has to get close to properly fight (especially with his claws/gauntlets.)

Partner has always used a gun and was only recently was gifted a knife that can secrete poison. They also like keeping people at a distance, enjoying to kill with one blow and be as loud as possible when doing so.

Obviously, things have changed depending on aus and the 4 year long timeskip.

Scar still uses his spear and hand to hand combat, he has stuck to tradition and hasn’t changed much in his ways since he was a child. You could say he’s stuck in the past, clinging to what he knows and refusing to learn or accept anything else around him. He still keeps people at a literal distance.

Partner HAS gained a new weapon. I don’t think they would’ve taken up knives or daggers even in the Therapist au. They’ve closed the gap immensely, going from a far distance weapon and moving onto a much quieter knife. The poison is what I find interesting but we’ll talk about that later. Partner had a gun because that’s what their parents had around, the gun simply stuck with them their entire life.

Let’s talk about the poison, though. Partner’s birth name is Poise, something that was recently decided. However, I think it’s interesting that Partner has moved on from a weapon that their parents had left and discarded in their house to a weapon that beautifully fits with something that they were. Technically, their parents had left BOTH the gun and Poise discarded in their house, so maybe it isn’t as far fetched as it sounds.

Now. Genuine fighting.

Partner isn’t a perfect shot, in fact, the reason it’s scary for Partner to have a gun on them is BECAUSE they aren’t a perfect shot. They also aren’t afraid of just shooting their shot and seeing how people react.

Now, imagine someone trying to aim a gun and fire whilst someone who fights hand to hand is trying to take down the same enemy. (basically just imagine the Vi, Cait, Jinx and Isha scene if Caitlyn was drunk and wasn’t a good shot.)

Needless to say, not good!

Partner and (my) Scar clash. They get in each other’s way quite literally. Neither of them back down in a physical fight and whilst they could (and do) work well together and guard each other’s weak spots, they also both get in each other’s way. I don’t doubt if Partner had shot Scar on more than one occasion and Scar had deflected a shot Partner may have calculated perfectly due to him not trusting Partner to have miss him.