#*thinks about jimmy remembering when he and scott were married but scott not doing so*

[cuuno-moved]

The Aro Team Rancher fic

(1748 words, no tws that i can think of)

It was, admittedly, very hard to feel guilty around Tango.

He was so forgiving, so casual about everything. Every time Jimmy messed up, every time he broke a tool or accidentally killed an animal, every time he thought he'd blown it for sure, Tango would just shrug it off, grin that needle-sharp grin at him and tell him it was alright, everyone made mistakes.

It was hard to feel guilty around Tango, but not impossible.

And Jimmy was nothing if not a guilty man.

First of all, he felt bad that Tango was stuck with him, instead of anyone else. He had been so close with Impulse and Bdubs in the past, and he was good friends with both Grian and Scar. Surely one of them would have made a better soulmate. 

Besides, Jimmy had the curse hanging over his head at all times: he was the first to die, every time, and Tango didn't deserve that. He deserved a winning chance, not to be tied to the canary in the coal mine, farming cows in an ugly dirt hut. He had to be bitter, even if he was too nice to say it. 

Worst of all, even if you ignored the curse, even if you pretended that they had a shot at winning, there was the fact that Jimmy- although he hated himself for it- just didn't like Tango.

He "liked" him, sure: the older man was kind and warm, and when they cuddled at night, Tango let him steal the blankets, but he didn't like him in the right way. He didn't love him.

He knew what love looked like, he'd seen Joel with Lizzie, he knew the gentle looks and soft touches that came with it, but he didn't know if he even wanted… that. He didn't know if he wanted someone to love him, knowing that if he messed up, they could leave him so easily. Or, worse, if they stayed, and he lost interest or realized he never had any to begin with, what then? Would he have to tell them he was wrong, that his love had been fake, conditional, wrong? 

Tango was his soulmate, they were supposed to be perfect for each other but, truthfully, Jimmy wasn't sure they were.

He thought, once or twice, about the concept of dating Tango, maybe even marrying him, just to see how it sat with him, and both times, he was left with a bitter taste in his mouth. 

He'd get sick of his voice first, he thought. The strange buoyant cadence with which the fairy spoke was calming, usually, but at some point, in the grand scheme of forever, it'd get old. 

He wasn't sure what Tango thought of their relationship.

He hadn't said anything to Jimmy about it, but… they were soulmates. Surely, he expected romance. Impulse and Bdubs, Tango’s closest friends, were married already, only days in, and Tango spent more than enough time at their place to no doubt get ideas about what a soul bond should or shouldn’t be. He'd also called Jimmy "babe" a few times, never in a conspicuous way, always just mid-sentence, but that was a romantic thing, so…

Jimmy had to do something.

He had to tell Tango, had to inform him that he didn’t want to be with him like that, because he was broken, and wrong, and didn’t love correctly.

But he wasn't sure how to do that.

They were soulmates, after all.

They were supposed to love each other.

They had to.

So he kept his mouth shut.

They were working on the house when it finally came up. The door wouldn't hang straight no matter how Tango tried, so he asked Jimmy to come take a look.

"Here, look here," Tango ran a long, thin finger over the top of the door frame. "Look at the gap. I don't know how to fix that."

"Uh," Jimmy said, trying his absolute best to remember how Scott had fixed it, back in Third Life. "I think… I don't know…"

Tango looked at him, his yellow eyes glittering unknowably for a moment. Jimmy braced himself for the insult, the cruel words, but then he shrugged.

“Ah well, damn it,” The older man chuckled, shrugging a shoulder casually. “I’ll message Impulse, see if he can come look at it. No harm, no foul.”

“Right,” Jimmy said, and then, weakly. “Sorry.”

“For what?” Tango huffed, stepping down from the chair he was balanced on and dragging it back to the crooked table. “I didn’t know either.”

“So maybe we’re both idiots,” Jimmy muttered, halfheartedly rapping his knuckles against the top of the door frame. “Good for us.”

Tango’s face screwed up at that. “Jim, babe, don’t say that.”

“Sorry,” Jimmy said, again, watching him deposit a handful of scrap wood in a chest. “Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Calling you… what? Jim?”

“No, babe. Why do you call me babe?”

“Uhhh,” Tango made a face, measuring out a handful of seeds from a bag. “Would you rather I not?”

“...Yeah,” Jimmy said. That was only the tip of the iceberg of his issues, but that was enough to warn the ship. “Yeah, it’s… not my favorite.”

“Okay, I’ll stop, then,” Tango said, putting the sack of seeds back, standing up again. He stood there for a second, just looking at Jimmy, before shrugging. “Is that it? Anything else?”

“No,” Jimmy stepped aside, expecting him to walk out, but he didn’t. “That’s all.”

“You know,” Tango said, narrowing his eyes at Jimmy in thought. “You know, we’re soulmates, we’re stuck together from here on out, if you have anything else, it’s better to say it than to keep it inside.”

“I know, I know, I just-” Jimmy hummed in frustration, glaring at the wall. “I’m not good at explaining things.”

“That’s alright, I’m usually pretty good at understanding,” Tango said, setting the handful of seeds on the table. “What’s up?”

“...You know how Scott and I were married, yeah?”

“Yeah?”

Jimmy huffed, annoyed with himself now. This wasn’t so hard to say in his head, didn’t feel so catastrophically important. “I didn’t… I didn’t want to be married to him. He kind of… I don’t know, he took things too far, and I didn’t know how to tell him to stop.”

“Oh.” Tango said, his jaw tight. 

“Not- not like that,” Jimmy said, quickly. “Not like that, just… and I don’t blame him, it was really my fault, but, uh…”

“Uh-huh,” Tango hummed, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Are you… okay?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine, but, um,” Jimmy hissed out a nervous breath. “Uh, I figured that… since we’re soulmates… and since Impulse and Bdubs have already gotten married…”

Tango’s eyes widened abruptly, his mouth working for a few moments before he seemed to remember how to talk. “Are you- are you asking me to marry you-?”

“No! No, no, no, no, uh, the opposite, actually,” Jimmy said, and then, weakly. “I’m asking you… not to marry me?”

Tango blinked, before shaking his head and laughing in confusion. “Alright, you’ve lost me.”

“I want… I don’t want…” Jimmy whimpered, frustrated. His wings were pressed between his sweaty back and the wall and he took a moment to readjust them, and try to think of a way to phrase it. “There’s something wrong with me.”

“Huh?”

“I mean, like, uh. You know how people… fall in love? Like, they meet someone they like, and they spend time together, and as time goes on, they fall more and more in love with them?”

“Let me guess, you don’t?” Tango asked, something… almost hopeful in his voice. 

“No, I do. I mean, I get crushes, but then they almost always… go away? Or I realize I don’t like being in a relationship at all, or I get too stressed out over it. That’s what happened with Scott, I did really like him, but once we were married, I felt… I don’t know, I felt like whatever stupid crush I had on him wasn’t… worth it?”

“...So, you get crushes, but you don't like dating?” Tango asked, leaning on the table, rubbing his chin. “Huh.”

“...Sorry,” Jimmy said, softly. “I know you… I don’t know, you probably wanted a romantic relationship.”

“Huh?” Tango looked up at him, blinking absently, before his eyebrows suddenly raised as soon as he realized what the other man had said. “What gave you that idea?”

“I don’t know, that’s what soulmates are supposed to be, yeah? Like, the person you’re supposed to love forever?”

“Uh, no?” Tango frowned. “I mean, I was kinda… I might have been dozing off when Grian explained it, but I think it’s just someone who you, y’know, click with. Sometimes that’s a romantic thing, sometimes it’s a platonic thing.”

“So you don’t… you don’t want me to love you?”

The fairy laughed at that, but not a mean laugh. “No! I’m gonna be honest, I… I don’t really know if I’m even capable of loving people like that. Romance has never actually… appealed to me? Like, if you want to cuddle someone, just get a best friend?” He shrugged a shoulder. “I dunno, but I don’t really get the hype.”

“Have you never had a crush on someone?” Jimmy asked, surprised. “Ever?”

“Not really,” Tango shook his head. “Like, my buddy Zedaph, back home? I thought I had a crush on him because he made me really happy and I liked spending time with him, but when we tried dating it just ended up being… like… the exact same thing as when we were friends? So we broke up, and nothing changed. Like, there’s no difference between romantic interest and platonic interest to me.”

“Huh,” Jimmy tilted his head curiously. “That’s… an interesting way to think about it.”

“Yeah, so,” Tango paused, before laughing. “So, it’s probably good that you don’t want to date because I would have absolutely panicked and said yes and then we’d both be miserable.”

Jimmy giggled almost hysterically at that, pressing his cold hands to his forehead in relief. “Oh my god, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that you don’t like me.”

“Oh, it’s mutual,” Tango laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, man, is it mutual.”

“In that case,” Jimmy rubbed his face one more time, still chuckling quietly. “You may call me babe.”

“Thank you,” Tango nodded at him, his needle-like teeth poking through his lips. “Thank you, I will.”

#double life spoilers #double life #tangotek #jimmy solidarity #dave's author arc

[roryintheir90s]

fellow brother in multishipping i am curious. when u think abt ur ships do u think of them in one somewhat coherent timeline with each happening at separate times (or just everyone is poly and chaotic) or do u think of them as separate AUs. if so do u have a list or timeline in mind. i hunger for headcanons this fine evening 🙏

..or if all that's too many words just gimme mirror bird / solidwood headcanons. i am feeling silly.

Ok, so this is gonna be a long one. So I'm just gonnall do it that way:

As one can assume, I do headcanon that Evo and Life series are in the same universe and that they're a continuous timeline. But im throwing the XLife and 30 days hardcore smp into that mix.

We all know as it goes, in Evo Jimmy and Martym got together after making the Property Police. I don't think they established it, not fully, at least. But they did give each other rings and acted like a married couple. No one said anything, but everyone knew, and so did they. They weren't oblivious to their relationship, but neither of them actually thought it was needed to even say anything, much less deny any love.

Yet the watchets got involved, and every evolutionist scattered into different servers with no way of contacting the other. Leaving Martyn and Jimmy with memories of the other and a ring.

Xlife is where Jimmy landed after a while. That's why, also, on my design, he's still wearing the ring. It was only a year for him since Evo ended. But this is also a place where he meets Scott! While they haven't been close per se nor hang out a lot, they've been starting to get friendly.

Then 3rd life arrived, 2 years after Evo. First time since Jimmy saw Martyn. But. Jimmy had already decided to go with Scott to stay by his side, and Jimmy couldn't do that to Scott, to just leave him in the dust. So the ring was hidden, and no mentions of it were given. Martyn, on the other hand, felt betrayed, feeling cheated on, and quite frankly, i think everyone can see it from both sides. On one side, they haven't seen each other for 2 years, unable to do so. Jimmy already got someone that he was convinced of. He loved him. On the other, there's Martyn, who still wanted Jimmy, still wanted to choose him. Martyn never moved on from Evo, but Jimmy did a little. Not fully but a little. After all, he still has the ring, and he still remembers. Martyn, on the other hand, couldn't settle on being a second choice. He ran off to Ren, and there was something there, there really was! They loved each other and cared, and Martyn felt like he had met. The thing is, when 3rd life ended, Martyn didn't move on from it. He kept getting stuck on both Evo AND 3rd life now. While Ren always saw the games as just that, a game, he came to have fun, so he moved on easily. Scott, on the other hand, just like Martyn, couldn't move on from the whole flower husbands thing, no matter how he tried.

When last life arrived, both Martyn and Jimmy were happy but awkward and anxious about each other. Jimmy kept the ring close to him this time, yet the both of the kind of just avoided each other, and then Martyn git himself married off to Mumbo, and Jimmy didn't really think there was anything to salvage at that point. Until Jimmy ran off with the life and Martyn followed, Martyn felt spiteful towards Jimmy, so he lied, that they could run away together and whatnot, and Jimmy, Jimmy longed for it. But his feelings got crushed when Martyn lied.

When double life rolled in, Jimmy kept the ring, but now more for spite reasons, as a reminder that what he had with Martyn inst a thing anymore. When he met his rancher, Tango, he was hesitant at first, I mean, they were saying they're soul bound. But in the end, they've been the bets pair they could be. Tango, I'm a way made him feel good, feel alive again. Apriciated and needed. But he never could figure out whether his feeling was platonic or romantic towards the other. In a way, he still wasn't over Martyn, and in a way, Scott, too. He tried his best not to get too close to Scott. Still feeling spiteful, Jimmy called out to Martyn as the other builded an ugly heart, trying to get Cleo back to him. In a way, Jimmy felt bad for him, but he still couldn't come up with anything to comfort or even to spite, only saying how Martyn sucks and moving on. On the other hand, Scott tried to bury Jimmy alive, whether it was only for good fun or plain Jelousy that Jimmy had a much better soul mate and was better off without him was never acknowledged. But Jimmy could never forget what happened that day.

When finally we get to Limited Life, Jimmy was done with it all. He ran away with Joel, someone who's been lonely in every single series, and grian. This was a horrendous trio that would end up with Jimmy being dead, but at this point, Jimmy started to kind of accept the curse. He didn't want to die first by any means, of course, but he was in for the fun this time. Everything he did with Joel and Grian was outrageous, making a mess over a frog? Building a big ugly bridge in the sky? Living on top of a mansion? It's not the smartest stuff one can do or even should attempt to try. He was trying to slowly move on. He did his best to do the fun stuff. Just him and the boys. Martyn, on the other hand, made enemies and was crawling back to Scott, the one person the watchers hate the most. Martyn, spending time with Scott, understood why Jimmy liked him that much, way back in 3rd life. I mean, Scott's amazing, and while Martyn and Scott had fun, there was nothing romantic between them, other than Queer Platonic relationship. It wasn't long until even Martyn noticed that Jimmy no longer held onto the ring. He was done with it. (Jimmy tried to be done. He regretted getting rid of the ring but could do nothing about it anymore. Scott, on the other hand, still longed for Jimmy, but for the other, it was already done. When Scott tried to bury him alive, Jimmy couldn't get over it, and when he was asked to kill Tango for a life, Jimmy just couldn't. Not when Tango was innocent in all of this, not when Tango did nothing wrong to him. When finally Scott made a deal with him, he thought, and Jimmy was about to shoot him, he was hesitant a little. He still remembers those times.

To sum it up, Jimmy isn't fully over anything at this point, but he's still doing much better than the others.

While I think of Ultimate Survival Smp as a totally different universe. I just find it all cute and fluff. Just a king in love with a saint. A saint and his knight. And then there's Sausage who wishes to be sandwiched between the two, but none of them gets the hint.

Rat smp, just like USSMP is another universe, Jimmy, Martyn, and Oli are just married (my moot actually give me this idea), no one gets the hint, tho! While Scott is kind of pinning for Jimmy, who just thinks of him as a very friendly rat TOT

Empires 1 and 2 are obviously connected as well.

It's obv to way that Scott was trying to court Jimmy. He didn't get the hint, tho! Then there's Sausage also with his one-sided love after he got "cured." Plus, Fwhip being an obsessive guy who tries his best to get Jimmy attention, thinking it's just their game of flirting... it's not to Jimmy.

E1 Jimmy just can't take the hint.

Empires 2 obviously has Jimmy and Fwhip being lovers that broke up, and then Fwhip becomes an obsessive crazy ex-boyfriend. There's also a short thing between Jimmy and Oli. For some reason, Scott flirts with Jimmy but at the same time avoids him. Sausage was trying to woo him. Doesn't work. And there's this one night stand with Joey. Jimmy had a crush on Scar, tho!

I just find it funny when people pin for the other, but he just can't take a hint. But let's be real empires. People are just in a big poly relationship at this point. No way one can untangle that mess TTOTT

Idk what to tell you more. There's probably more o could talk about but this post is already long af

And I have other headcannons as well that doesn't necessary line up with me main ones so yk

#any askers??? #romyramble #jimmy tag #martyn tag #scott tag #mumbo tag #ren tag #mirror birds #ig

[arthropod-concoctions]

Uprooted: chapter 12

(ch 1 - ch 11 - ch 13)

“I really hate these tunnels,” an unexpected voice behind Scott whispered. The group of equal parts Reds and non-Reds had been walking through the darkness for hours, and an error in navigation a while back had caused their initial formation to get mixed up, apparently causing prince Cleo to end up right behind Scott and Jimmy.

“They're your tunnels, aren't they?” he replied, looking backwards. It was too dark to see Cleo's eyes, but he knew they were yellow. He'd seen her in strategy meetings a few times, and although her skin was pale and flaky like Jimmy's, he knew she wasn't Red. The other prince was.

“Yes, but that doesn't mean I have to like them.” the prince responded, and sighed. “Anyway. You're married to a red-lived, aren't you?”

“That's right.”

“My condolences. I've only had to deal with Bdubs being Red for a couple days, and it's already gotten really bothersome.” Apparently, prince Bdubs had gotten fatally injured while the two had made their escape from their castle, the very castle they were now re-infiltrating.

“Jimmy's not bad, honestly,” Scott whispered. “He hasn't really changed at all, in personality at least.”

“Really? That's interesting,” Cleo said. “I have started to think, maybe we've been a little bit hard on Reds in the past. I mean, Bdubs did tell me that all he thinks about is murder now, but it's not as if he can't be reasoned with anymore. And if your Jimmy is just normal...”

“I don't know. I've definitely met some people in the Desert that I would not want to live in a town with.”

“Oh, I don't doubt that for a second,” Cleo said. They were quiet for a while, but then they spoke up again, quietly: “I suppose you and your husband would be allowed, then.”

“Sorry?”

“Well, I've already had to argue with the leader of your little band that the Reds here will not be allowed back in Troren no matter what happens, but... I can make an exception for the civilised people, especially if a Green or Yellow can vouch for them.”

“So that means...”

“If you two survive this operation, and you need someplace new to live, you're welcome to move to Troren. Special permission from the Prince. Seems fair, seeing as you'll be a hero of war after this whole operation.”

“Oh. Well, thank you,” Scott replied.

They walked on in silence, while Scott thought about the offer. Would they want to move to a new land if the reign of Sanguacanis was gone? He was getting tired of rebuilding his home over and over, but maybe the bad memories of their old home would outweigh the good memories by now. And their cows had already been released, so at this point, maybe there wasn't even anything left worth going back to.

He'd have to discuss it with Jimmy anyways. After this operation was over.

Much more walking later, eventually Scott bumped into Jimmy, who'd been walking before him. Their little procession had stopped.

“Looks like we've made it,” Cleo said. “I'd better go find Bdubs. Look alive, people.”

Scott grabbed Jimmy's hand, who took it quickly. He'd been quiet for the entire trip, but had now started humming nervously. Scott squeezed his hand, but let it go when they emerged from a hatch into a long empty hallway. Holding hands wasn't very soldier-like, after all.

And soldiers is what they would have to become, now that they'd entered the castle. Scott fastened the buckles of the stuffy green armor he'd been given, and looked around at everyone else doing the same. He could hear a lot of commotion some distance away; seemed like the rest of the Desert had already initiated their prong of the attack.

Grian found Scar and all but dragged him toward the end of the hallway. Then he turned to the rest of the group and said: “Now, remember the plan; just walk around like you know what you're doing, and if you see the king, shoot him. Good luck, everyone.” With that, he and Scar marched out of view, and other pairs began to follow.

Scott gave Jimmy one more quick hug, and then the two of them turned the corner. Immediately, they were in the midst of chaos. Voices were yelling from all directions; Scott thought he even heard Joel's voice yelling something outside. All around them, pairs of soldiers were walking in the same direction, so they followed the crowd.

Scott slowed his pace slightly, to let Jimmy pass him. “You have to walk ahead of me,” he said.

“Why?”

“Look. The Red is walking in front of the Green in all these pairs,” he said, gesturing at the other soldiers. Jimmy looked around, and nodded, then took the lead.

Ahead of them, a duo turned a corner into a different hallway. A bit of bright orange hair stuck out of the green helmet; that was Cleo.

“Let's follow them,” Jimmy said. “They probably know where they're going.” And they turned the same corner, entering a hallway with significantly less soldiers and significantly more clutter.

Ahead, Cleo cussed, and slowed pace for a moment. A few seconds later, Scott saw why; on the floor, leaning against the wall, was a portrait of the two princes that had recently been taken down. Although their eyes were green and yellow in the portrait, instead of yellow and red, they were clearly recognizable.

“Well, let's hope nobody's paying attention to the paintings,” Cleo said, and she and Bdubs continued marching. Scott and Jimmy followed.

They continued on like this, twisting through various corridors and going up stairs; they were probably heading towards the throne room. They encountered very little resistance-

Until they saw a man with a green uniform and a high collar walking towards them. Commander Martyn.

Scott almost froze in place, but managed to keep walking. Grian had told him that Martyn held grudges for a long time; would he recognize himself and Jimmy?

“Quit faffing about, the four of you, and head to the battlements! We need more bowmen up there!” he shouted at them. Evidently, he did not recognize them; he walked straight past, not even waiting to see whether they followed his orders. Scott breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to follow Jimmy, who was following Cleo. That was the most danger they'd been in up to now, and they'd gotten out of it safely.

At least, for about thirty seconds. Then they heard Martyn running up behind them, and shouting: “STOP RIGHT THERE!”

This time, Scott did freeze, as did Jimmy before him. Slowly, he turned to look at Martyn. He was accompanied by two more Red Army soldiers, and actually wasn't looking in their direction at all; he was looking down the hallway past them. Right at Bdubs and Cleo.

“You two have some serious guts coming back here,” he called out across the hallway. “But I certainly won't say no to free prisoners!”

Cleo and Bdubs broke into a sprint. Martyn jogged after them, and shouted an order: “Detain those two!”

The red-lived soldier immediately sprinted forwards, but their green-lived partner didn't follow; they stayed behind Martyn. Suddenly, they hit him in the back of the head, and yelled: “BLUE MOON!”

Blue moon? The Red Desert hadn't made any code words, and Scott had never seen this soldier before.

But suddenly, all hell broke loose. Scott could hear the phrase being echoed all across the fortress, immediately followed by sounds of violence. The other Red soldier turned around, and immediately attacked their partner; they apparently had not been initiated into whatever 'blue moon' meant. Commander Martyn had fallen to the floor, but was quickly coming to his senses again.

Scott looked at Jimmy. Jimmy looked back. Then they both sprinted away as fast as possible.

They'd lost track of the princes, so they just ran through the hallways haphazardly now. What had previously been a somewhat peaceful procession of soldiers had rapidly become a bloodbath. Everywhere, Greens and Reds were fighting each other. At one point Scott saw someone cutting the limbs off a corpse clad in green, trying to prevent it from waking up. He felt nausea coming up in his throat, and kept running.

Eventually they came across Grian and Scar trying to pass a pile of corpses. “Hey fellas!” Grian called out to them when he looked up.

“There's no need to run at this point, really. None of the soldiers know who they're supposed to fight anymore,” he said. “I don't know what that 'blue moon' thing was all about, but it's definitely worked in our favor.”

Scott and Jimmy paused. Scott tried to catch his breath, which was difficult to do with the smell of viscera permeating the area. He looked at Jimmy, who looked about as nauseous as he felt. On the contrary, the smile on Scar's face was more genuine than Scott had ever seen it as he looked around at the mess. Grian still had the same blank expression as always.

“Scott, you ready to get going again?” Jimmy asked after catching his breath, and Scott nodded. Jimmy turned to Grian, who shook his head and waved his hand.

“It's better to split up. Increases the chance of finding the king.”

Scott didn't agree with that assessment, but he wasn't about to argue with Grian; he was a bit worried about what might come out of his mouth if he opened it. So instead, he and Jimmy continued on their way.

They passed a single red-lived soldier, who knocked on their chestplate with their fist as they passed; a salute of some sort. Scott and Jimmy somewhat clumsily returned the gesture, but it was apparently enough for the soldier, who continued on their way. A little ahead, Scott could hear a voice talking loudly.

“...all this bloodshed! I can't believe there has been such a betrayal within our ranks... and WHERE IS MARTYN?!”

Suddenly, Scott and Jimmy were faced with two pairs of soldiers, marching perfectly in sync, and between them a man with a long cape coloured red, white and black, wearing a golden crown with red details on his head.

King Ren of Sanguacanis.

“Soldiers! Have you seen the Hand of the King today? Tell me so, if you have any loyalty left!”

It was as if time slowed down for Scott. If you see the king, shoot him. Grian had made it sound so easy; and theoretically it would be. He'd hit quicker shots from further away while practicing. But now he couldn't even manage to open his mouth to answer the king's question.

The king's eyes narrowed. “You're traitors as well, aren't you?” Next to him, a soldier with a mask over his mouth raised his bow.

Scott began to match his movement. His throat was dry. You'll be a hero of war after this whole operation, Cleo had said. If even participating in the assault made him a hero, just imagine the glory he'd receive from being the one to fire the killing shot...

But he didn't want to be a hero. He just wanted to go home.

In the corner of his eye, Scott saw Jimmy turn around and run. He followed his example.

Please go towards Scar and Grian, he thought as arrows began to fly around him.

And please leave Jimmy be, he thought as he felt something pierce his back. Then his vision faded.

#arthropod writes #3rd life fic #3rd life smp #trafficblr #scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #zombiecleo #flower husbands #home is being uprooted

[fireworkreindeer]

Hi! For the flower husbands requests I’ve been thinking a Lot lately about (if you’ve been keeping up w empires s2 up to the hermitcraft s9 crossover where Scott builds Jimmy his own bedroom in their low-key shared flat) jimmy and Scott as housemates :’) just living together in the same space,, domestic,,, idk any more specific thoughts than that but hey. The poppy on the bedside table,,, there’s so much there hhhh

I just feel a lil sad that they weren’t able to stay that long but I get it haha they all gotta spend Xmas w their irl fams!

Ok..... *rolls sleeves* I have an idea. (Slight mention of 3rd Life)

"Jimmy, follow me" smiles Scott, heading down the stairs as he gives a tour of his flat. "I did utilize the space and made you a little bedroom" "Oh my gosh!" Jimmy was in awe. Scott made him a room? "Its got my colours. Wait- how did you get my head?" "Don't ask questions" Scott quickly answered. "This is very nice! A white bed, a little chest" "Yeah, a poppy" "A little pop-" he stares at it before smiling a Scott. The two chuckle as Sausage 'awws' at their cuteness.

After the tour, Jimmy decided to take a couple of things from his little place in the Christmas Village and stay with Scott. He flies over to Scarland and knocks on the door. "Yes?" "I was gonna stay over? For Christmas?" Scott blushed and let Jimmy in. "Y-Yeah. Sure" "Thanks" "Well I'm gonna make dinner so..." Jimmy watches as Scott walks away awkwardly and heads to his room. He hangs up his hat and places his stuff away and sees the flower. Jimmy stares at the flower. "A poppy…" He whispers, touching its petals.

As he continued to stare, he began to remember him and Scott but not from their time in Empires.

"Aww!" Blushes Scott as Jimmy tucks a poppy behind his ear. "Right, I've confessed my love" "We're married now" smirks Scott. "For poppies..." "No, for me" Scott places a kiss on Jimmy's cheek.

"Jimmy? I made some steak... Jimmy?" The blond jumps and whirls around to see a concerned Scott. "You OK?" "Y-Yeah. I'm fine. Let's eat" the two head to the kitchen and Jimmy decided to tell the Chromia man what he remembered. "Do you remember marrying me?" Scott splutters. "W-What?!" "Marrying me. We got married, remember?" "W-When?" "We were mining in a cave, I gave you a poppy and you said that we're married"

Scott stared at the sheriff with confusion. Married? He didn't marry Jimmy. Did he? "I...... Don't remember" Jimmy frowned. Was what he remembered not real? Was it just his imagination? After dinner the two decided to hang out for a while before going to bed. "Night sheriff~" winks Scott. Jimmy blushes. "N-Night" Scott walks upstairs and opened his bedroom doors. "Marriage?" He shuts them and sighs, still confused.

Scott tosses and turns, trying to sleep but what Jimmy said was stuck in his mind. He sighs heavily and heads downstairs. He softly knocks on a door. He hears shuffling and the door opens. "Can't sleep?" The sheriff asks. Scott nods and Jimmy let's him in. "I'm sorry" "Huh?" "For what I said at dinner. Sorry" "It's fine" he smiles, waving it off. Jimmy doesn't believe him, but doesn't say any more. The two climb in bed together and Scott holds onto Jimmy. "I'm a hugger" "I don't mind" Jimmy hugs and the two fall asleep.

#flower husbands #scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #empires scott #empires jimmy

[nyxengale]

Before the Blackberry Winter

read it on ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/41950038

Blackberry Winter - a cold snap in late spring

Jimmy comes home after a long day to find the flower valley blossoming, but worries about his husband quickly distract him

Alternate pov to Vernal Love

Jimmy approached the charred stumps lining the hill, running his fingers along the logs. When he pulled his hands away, they came back coated in soot.

All that work, and for what? Scott had spent so much time making sure that the world would never touch their beautiful home, raising walls to keep them safe. And how were they repaid? With fire. The logs were torched, reduced to mere stumps. The world burned their wall to the ground and spat on the ashes.

Jimmy studied his hand, wincing when he could barely distinguish his skin from the soot on his fingers. His ashen complexion was something that he tried not to think about, not wanting to remember his condition. But Jimmy caught the worried looks Scott sent at the rotting wounds covering his body when he thought Jimmy couldn’t see.

He didn’t want to be red. Didn’t want the restlessness that surged inside him, didn’t want to kill. Jimmy was not made for death and war, hot sands making red banners shimmer and waver. He was not made for the way blood soaked into the ground. He was made for clean earth damp from rain. He was made for quiet mornings broken only by the soft moo of a cow, for warm afternoons spent fumbling over delicate flowers woven into crowns.

Jimmy sighed as he walked along the remains of their wall. His mind was fuzzy from exhaustion even as his feet vibrated with energy, urging him to run, to fight. His home was burnt. He knew that their fragile peace had been broken, and soon the world would force them to take part in their brutal war.

This world changes people, he thinks numbly. Once he had called Joel brother. Once he had been full of life. Once they had had peace. Once he had put a sloppily made crown of poppies on his husband's head and reveled in his laughter. Once, once, once.

But now he simply walked down a hill with legs full of murderous energy and a head which wanted none of it. He pulled himself up onto the soot-blackened stone of their stone foundations, cracking a twig as he reached the gate.

But all thoughts are sucked from his mind as he takes in the scene before him. All around the valley, green grass is waving in the wind where just a few hours before there had been scorched earth. Flowers in full bloom dot the landscape despite the soft moonlight shining down from above. Light dances across the lake in the center of the valley, silver rippling through the clear water, molten waves reflecting the moon. The water that laps ashore near their enchantment cave reflects the purple light shining from the Nether portal.

And in the middle of it all is Scott. His husband kneels framed in the valley, blooming flowers all pointing their open blossoms toward his downcast face. The soft light from his hobbit hole above cast warm golden honey onto Scott’s cyan hair.

With Scott set so perfectly against the rise of the hills, the border that cut off their home, and the lake separating the two hills, Jimmy is struck by how insanely lucky he is that Scott married him. That this man, with flowers crowning his hair and moonlight dappling his skin, chose Jimmy. Sarcastic, smart, beautiful, he was a strong force of light wherever he went. And he looked at Jimmy, and married him anyway.

Scott looked up from where he sat, fingers gently pinching the stem of some crawling blue flower.

Jimmy finally spoke, his voice finding words through the wonder that had caught in his throat.

“Scott? Did you do this?”

He cast his eyes over the valley again, entranced by the unnaturally bright green grass, the wildflowers soaking in the moonlight, by the sheer majesty of the scene before him.

“It’s so beautiful,” he breathed out in awe.

Moments passed, and the silence hung in the air, thick and heavy. Jimmy tears his gaze away from the valley to look at Scott. A concerned expression settles on his face as his eyes land on Scott’s frozen form.

An involuntary gasp escapes him, and he watches Scott’s face, already tense and guarded, screw up into what looks almost like fear. He holds his pose though, and there is no way for Jimmy to miss his eyes.

There was a soft green light emanating from his normally blue irises, and Jimmy could see every plane of his face illuminated in green light. Thoughts flew through Jimmy’s head as he stared down at his husband. Of course, he was concerned about what could have caused the change, was Scott okay? Who knows, maybe the green was radiation! But, of course, he couldn’t deny the part of him that found the glowing eyes incredibly pretty.

Pointedly ignoring the slight blush on his cheeks at that thought, Jimmy looked down at Scott’s hands, remembering the flower he had been holding when Jimmy walked in. And there he found more to be concerned about. He really hoped it wasn’t radiation, because Scott’s fingers were painted in the same green color.

Scott’s still-glowing eyes followed Jimmy’s gaze, and when he noticed where they rested, he snatched his fingers away from the plant as if he’d been burned. His eyes frantically darted around the valley, never resting anywhere for more than a second. Jimmy could feel his stress, and his worry only grew.

“Okay, I promise it’s not what it looks like,” Scott said, finally looking at Jimmy.

A frown crossed Jimmy’s face, and he dropped down from where he was standing on the stone foundations. Crossing the soft grass, he stopped where Scott crouched on the ground.

Reaching a hand out towards him, he smiles down at Scott, who hesitantly grabs the proffered hand. He pulls Scott up to his feet, where he stands awkwardly. And if Jimmy doesn’t let go afterwards? Well, that’s between him and the moon.

He turns again to look Scott in his abnormally glowing eyes, and gently speaks.

“What? No, Scott, I’m just worried for you. Your eyes are glowing green, I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Oh, I-”, Scott absentmindedly lifts a hand to his eyes, and they turn to the ground, “It’s, uh, an affect of using large amounts of.. magic.” He trails off on the final word, shame seeping into his voice.

Magic. The word sinks into Jimmy’s mind, and takes root. He feels the thought blossom as it dances through his thoughts and memories.

He hasn’t seen Scott do magic in such a long time, and his thoughts race even as he feels his mouth begin to form words. Scott was doing magic. He remembers a time on a different server, long before death games and marriages. He denounced the use of magic, calling it evil. But even then, among his other Church members, he had privately thought of magic as something beautiful. The Coven kept their magic close to their hearts, but he has often wished they would be more open about their talents.

“Magic! So that’s what you were doing!”

Jimmy feels a wide grin splitting his face as he stares at the landscape around him again. Somehow, knowing that Scott’s magic had done it made it that much more beautiful. Soft wind rustled the tree’s leaves and made flowers sway. He could hear the whistling through their crops and the softest moos from a cow too close to the surface. They would have to reinforce the fences keeping them in.

His distracted planning was disrupted by Scott’s voice from his side. He feels Scott’s hand in his droop slightly.

“Sorry, I just thought the flowers might.. make you happy.”

“Scott! Don’t be sorry, this is the coolest thing I’ve seen in months!”

Jimmy whirled around, taking both of Scott’s hands in his, and trying with all his might to show his joy and excitement in his face as he spoke.

“I know you tend to be very cautious with how you use your magic, honestly I don’t think I’ve seen you use it around anyone who isn’t the Coven; and it’s been a very long time since we’ve seen them.”

Jimmy made a wide gesture towards the rest of the valley, once again lush and green with life.

“This is amazing! It’s so beautiful, and,” Jimmy feels his face grow hot as he continues, “you looked so perfect when you were growing that blue flower.”

He feels his smile grow impossibly wider as he continues, “And you said you did it for me? That’s insane, but you were right. This is the best thing that’s happened today by far.”

By the time he’s finished speaking he’s out of breath, and Scott’s smile has returned. Jimmy thinks he’s never been happier than here, amidst blooming flowers, with the light of the moon shining down on him, and his husband standing across from him, beautiful as ever.

Jimmy is pulled out of his thoughts by a loud yawn coming from Scott, and he directs his attention to him again, concern again washing over his features.

“Scott? You good? Oh!” Scott’s body shakes slightly before he collapses at the knees, Jimmy stooping to catch him before he hits the ground. “Dude, you must be exhausted! Come on, you’re going to bed. Can you stand?”

He watches with concern as Scott blinks a few times before nodding and standing upright. He takes a couple seconds to steady himself, and Jimmy makes it a point to support him lightly as the pair climb the hill to Scott’s hobbit hole.

Once they make it inside the warmly lit house, the heat of Scott’s lanterns make Jimmy realize how cold it had gotten outside.

He walks Scott over to the bed, where he sits down and sighs as his back rests against the pillow. He yawns again, and Jimmy takes a moment to wonder how he’d ever been lucky enough for Scott to marry him.

As he stares down at Scott, sitting among tousled bedsheets, cyan hair falling haphazardly into his eyes through the flowers still braided in his hair, his fingers, still tinted green, absently messed with the blankets, and his eyes shined onto his face, accentuating his tired expression. Jimmy thought he’d never looked more beautiful.

This was powerful, smart, snarky, and sarcastic Scott. Scott whom he’d known for years and who had always been a driving factor in Jimmy’s life, Scott who’d laughed till he cried when he saw the Pufferish of Peace, Scott who quietly built walls to protect them, Scott who had looked the Red King in the eyes and refused to cower.

Scott shone like a fallen star in this tiny room, lighting up the world, lighting up Jimmy’s world. Scott who could bend the world, who could destroy all of them, or who could build up a world ravaged by destruction and heal it, healing its people too. But instead he had chosen Jimmy, and built walls of wood when the world began to fall around them and their home. He could be a force of nature and destruction when he chose, but he could also be the softest thing Jimmy had ever known.

And this man had looked at clumsy, dumb, overeager Jimmy and decided that he was something worth keeping. Decided he was worthy of rings, of flowers, of love. It astounded Jimmy every day, but the dream never ended after the sun rose.

He meets Scott’s eyes as he still sits, and hurriedly turns his face to the side to hide the quickly growing blush on his face. He sees the empty vase sitting on Scott’s bedside table, and an idea crawls into his head. He grabs the vase by its neck and speaks, turning back towards Scott.

“Wait here, I have an idea.”

Jimmy leaves the house, stepping out into the cool outdoors. He climbs down the hill, the familiar path guiding his movements, and looks out over the rippling waters of the lake and the freshly grown flowers in the moonlight.

But again, he forces himself to rip his gaze away from the whole valley. Instead, he focuses on finding the specific area he’d found Scott in earlier. He remembers the flowers Scott had gently pinched between his fingers. Locking on to the flowers, Jimmy walks over to them. He doesn’t know why he’d felt such a connection to the plants, but he did know that the memory of Scott was something he never wanted to lose.

So, taking caution to pinch the stems in the same gentle way he’d seen Scott doing it, he picked both the red and blue flowers, putting them in the vase.

After stopping by the lake to fill up the bottom of the vase with water, he climbed up the hill to Scott’s open door. Stepping back into the house, he maneuvers shutting the door and trying not to spill any water onto the floor.

Still focused on the water levels in the vase, he carefully sets it down on Scott’s nightstand, and turns back towards his husband, noting Scott’s questioning gaze.

“I just thought that we could use the flowers to remember this, but I guess it was kind of stupid.” Jimmy blusters out a quick response, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, and mentally curses himself for blushing so much.

He feels Scott’s hand wrap around his wrist, and looks down to meet his husband’s eyes. The green in them just reminds Jimmy of how full of life Scott always is.

“No, that’s perfect Jimmy,” he yawns, and laughs quietly, sending chimes blowing through Jimmy’s stomach, “I guess I should be getting to sleep. Goodnight Jimmy.”

And Jimmy knew that he had to say something, had to let Scott know how much he loved him.

So he smiled down, soft and sweet, and quietly spoke, “Hey Scott? Thank you for the flowers. I love you.”

Scott sleepily smiled back at him, and even as Jimmy lay awake in the dark an hour later, the smile of his husband was right behind his eyelids.

#3rd life #3rd life smp #third life #third life fanfiction #scott smajor #3rd life scott #jimmy solidarity #3rd life jimmy #flower husbands #nyx writes #equinox in a time of war

[prisonguards]

Hi! So I have this new concept that I have fallen in love with, and I want to infect you with my brainrot

Introducing... The Coalmine Quartet!

Now what is the Coalmine Quartet? The Coalmine Quartet are cursed to fall in love with Jimmy because you are the coalmine that the canary loved

Coming from Third Life, we have his beloved husband: Scott Smajor!

From Last Life, we have his former police partner: Martyn Littlewood!

Then from Double Life, of course, we have his fiery soulmate: Tango Tek!

And the most recent addition to this Quartet: we have his fellow Bad Boy: Joel Smallishbeans!

Explanations:

3L! Scott is obvious, they are married, and we love our Flower Husbands

LL! Martyn may seem like a strange pick, but Martyn did hallucinate about Jimmy first, so.. (And this ship is just criminally underrated)

DL! Tango is also obvious, they are soulmates, and he's kinda the one who started the coalmine thing

LiL! Joel is less obvious than Scott or Tango but he did say in his episode that he was willing to sacrifice his time for Jimmy

Ideas

You cannot tell anyone that you are part of the Quartet (Especially Jimmy), if you do they won't remember it

Jimmy doesn't know that the Quartet exists

Maybe Joel/Martyn was already in love with Jimmy, but being cursed made them fall even harder

You become part of the Quartet if JIMMY considers you his coalmine, doesn't matter if you reciprocate it, only his opinion matters.

This affects all universes, even the life series themselves

Martyn and Scott being jealous of Tango during Double Life

Mean Gills being head over heals for Jimmy

ES2! Joel may be seeing his 'best bud' in a different light

Saint Jim and Kingle?

You are SO WISE for including Martyn in this 🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻💚💚💚💚💚🤲🏻🤲🏻💚🤲🏻💚🤲🏻💚 they ARE criminally underrated. Sorry Im gonna get so caught up on that point and ramble abt them a bit.

I sooo think they were together during Evo and it was Jimmys first real relationship but in my little hc timeline most players dont remember Evo besides little snippets and weird deja vu feelings. so theres some love still there esp in Last Life with their little references (do you remember? do you remember when it was us? there was something there, once) but Martyns been so antagonistic to Jimmy this season… The idea that hes fallen harder or is particularly fighting his feelings Gets me 🥺💔

fun idea, anon! :D

#prisspeaks #asks

[halorocks1214]

love is patient, love is kind

Fandom: Afterlife SMP

Pairing: Flower Husbands

AO3 Link in a self-reblog

Word Count: 1328

A tale as old as time: a cat and a moth decide to get married.

Prompt: Vows

Joel found Jimmy playing with the loose threads of a sweater in the back of a closet.

“Jimmy,” Joel said sympathetically but firmly. “You wanna crawl out from there? You know I can’t fit through that size door.”

Jimmy briefly glanced over at the giant to give him an unimpressed look before going back to pawing at the piece of clothing, “Maybe there’s a reason you can’t fit.”

With a sigh, Joel knelt into a squat, his knees cracking and the floor creaking, “Buddy, everyone’s worried about you. The ceremony is going to start in a few hours and Lizzie said you seemed squirrelly right before you disappeared.” A few moments of silence, “It’s okay if you wanna call off the wedding. Scott knows he’s not exactly, er, ‘feline material.’”

“No! That’s not-” Jimmy objected to the idea of ever being disappointed with his fiance. He immediately made his way out of his pity corner and grabbed the front of Joel’s shirt with more sharp claws than necessary, “Scott’s perfect. Did someone say something to him to make him think otherwise?”

Joel chuckled, rolling his eyes fondly. Those two were made for each other, jumping on someone that dared suggest the other wasn’t better than amazing, “No, no one said anything. In fact, everyone’s really excited to see you two up on the altar together. Well, at least everyone that isn’t you for some reason.”

At that, Jimmy flinched a little, letting Joel’s shirt go to fidget with his hands. His ears downturned with guilt, “I’m just worried. There are so many ways I can hurt Scott that if I thought about all of them I might pass out. Like, what if my cat instincts make me chase him and he can’t get away? Not to mention how much larger I am in general. Oh, Gods, how are we even supposed to sleep together, I might crush him!” Joel snickered. “I didn’t mean it that way you jerk!”

“That’s not what I’m laughing about either,” Joel explained, puffing one side of his chest out, the one with a small pocket. The pocket started to vibrate, confusing Jimmy a whole lot before a small green and purple puffball popped out of the fabric. Jimmy heard the sound of a record scratching in his head.

Scott jumped out of the pocket to flutter up to Joel’s shoulder and shook himself down free of lint, “Joel Smallishbeans, you are a filthy, filthy man.”

Joel shrugged his shoulders with a cheeky smile, moving a hand to his knee to stand up again, “In my defense, I don’t normally carry tiny people within the confines of my clothing.” Scott started to hover so Joel could walk out of the room to leave the newlyweds to their much-needed conversation, but not before pausing at the doorway and looking back over his shoulder, “You two better work this out. Joey made the wedding cake for this, and you know how much his cakes slap.”

With the click of a door being shut and the thump thump of large footsteps leaving the vicinity, all that was left was a nervous cat and a nosy moth.

“Jimmy,” Scott said in a similar tone to Joel’s from earlier when the giant said the same thing. Jimmy was curling in on himself, embarrassed that Scott heard all of that. Worse, Joel brought up the idea of Scott being okay with calling off the wedding, so did that mean Scott planted himself on Joel to see for himself if Jimmy didn’t want anything to do with him? Jimmy botched this seven ways to Sunday and- “You do remember how the two of us ended up proposing, yes?”

Jimmy blinked, realizing that Scott technically started a sentence at some point while Jimmy was chastising himself, “We both thought the other wasn’t going to be the one to ask the question, so we accidentally did it at the same time.”

Scott nodded with a smile, moving forward to sit on Jimmy’s chest. At some point Jimmy must have sat back to sit on his butt, giving the moth a good platform to land on. His little wings fluttered as he looked up into his soon-to-be husband’s face, “And when we both proposed, we essentially agreed to be there for each other through every hardship that came with this relationship, right?”

Jimmy could feel some tension leaving his shoulders, “... Yeah, basically.”

Scott readjusted the front of Jimmy’s shirt. With difficulty, as he was the size of Jimmy’s palm, but he was getting there, “Then we’ll be fine. As long as we work together, then we can get through anything.”

“I still worry about-” Jimmy tried to voice his concerns again, however, he was quickly shut up by Scott flying up to bap him in the face. It didn’t hurt, Jimmy honestly almost missed it with how small Scott’s hand was, but the shock was enough to get him to shut up.

Scott promptly gripped Jimmy’s cheeks to hang onto his face. “Do you think you’re the only one that can cause trouble between us?” Scott’s intense expression was slightly adorable as he smushed it against the bridge of Jimmy’s nose, “What if you get hurt in a way that I can’t help you with? I can’t possibly bandage you or give you properly sized health potions that account for your weight and height. You’re not the only one worried you’re not going to be enough, you know.”

Oh, “I never considered that. I was just happy to marry you finally.”

Scott moved to stand on Jimmy’s shoulder and leaned against the side of his face with one hand like a normal-sized player would lean against a wall, “Now can you consider I feel the same way? We’re gonna need to put some work into this, yes, but all relationships need work. Do you think Joel and Lizzie live perfect, stress-free lives with their origin combination?”

“Probably not,” Jimmy said with a grin, bringing a hand up to gently hold Scott and lightly squeeze him against his face in some weird kind of hug.

Scott sighed, squeezing Jimmy’s face right back, “And yet they’re as happy as can be.”

Jimmy brought his hand to his lap, bringing Scott with it as the moth sat expectantly on his palm. Jimmy was suddenly feeling like his little freakout was a tad bit silly, “Yeah, they are.”

Scott crossed his arms with a victorious expression, moving to sit criss-cross-applesauce. His wings fluttered a little again to emphasize just how prideful he was, “Besides, we do have some things in common. We’re both fuzzy, we’re both adorable, and we’ll both uncontrollably chase a beam of light if it catches our eyes.”

Jimmy let out a hearty laugh, “We could also have fun double-dates with Joel and Lizzie. See which significant other can climb their giant husband the quickest.”

Scott shot up, flying above Jimmy’s hand now, “Excuse you, that’s not even a question! Of course I would win!”

“Yes, because you definitely know how to climb compared to the raccoon,” Jimmy rolled his eyes while standing up, his fiance floating higher and higher to stay at eye level. “No, Scott, flying does not count as climbing. Shut up before you even begin.”

Scott pouted, puffing his cheeks dramatically, “Tsk, fine, I guess.”

Church bells rang out from outside, signifying the start of something beautiful.

“Ope, guess that’s our cue,” Scott said, getting serious. “We still need to get dressed, so I’ll leave you to it and meet you outside the doors. You still wanna walk down the aisle together?”

Jimmy nodded, “Absolutely. And Scott?” He interrupted the moth's attempt to leave. When Scott looked back at him, he held out his two pointer fingers, “‘Till death do us part?”

Scott took a second to register the question, but quickly flew closer to Jimmy to grab a pointer finger within each of his hands, “‘Til death does us part.”

#mcyt #alsmp #scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #flower husbands #flower husbands week #mothling scott #feline jimmy #my post #my fic

[ep2nd]

My new request book is up on ao3!!

"Forever and Ever in Ophelia"

I'm taking requests and/prompts for a bunch of the people. This is the first chapter, and everybody in it is who I'm currently taking requests for. Eventually I'll take requests for more people when I allow them.

"Um, Pete, are you okay?" Quig asked, looking between Pete and what he was staring at. His confusion only grew as Pete continued to stand there, dead as a doorknob. He was very tempted to punch him, but they barely knew each other and he wasn't taking any risks.

"Yeah, I'm fine, " he replied, still staring at the scene he was watching, "Quig, do you remember me telling you about my weird roommate with blue hair and amnesia that I just found one day and ended up living with, but then I left for awhile to an anti-hybrid Empire where I found and rescued you from an abusive home?" Quig's chest tightened at the reminder of his mother, but he quickly calmed himself down.

"Kinda, why do you ask?" He pointed at the scene they were watching.

"That's him," Quig could hear the parental disappointment in his voice. Quig looked between Pete and where he was pointing, a definitely blue-haired man.

"Really?" He asked incredulously.

"Yep."

"Huh, but if that's your friend, who's the guy he's with, the one who just humiliated himself while being insulted by a sign?" He asked, side glancing at the blond lying on the ground, a big wooden sign on his chest.

"Um..." Pete's expression changed from disappointment to worry in a matter of seconds, "could you wait right here?" he asked, already taking a few steps away from him. Quig scanned the area, finding a nice looking bench by a small building, a shop of some kind. He nodded at Pete, before leaving for the bench.

Pete was already by the accident by the time he sat down. He watched as the two men exchanged words; the blue haired one looked surprised and anxious as he talked with Pete. His back was turned away from Quig, blocking his view from the juicy drama, but by the way his hands were crossed and his body was still, Quig knew Pete was frustrated, or worse, angry.

He shoved that thought out as quickly as it came. Sure, Pete was probably angry, but he shouldn't be distressed over it.

He went over to the bench and sat down quietly. His gaze lingered on the three people, until Pete took his friend inside a bakery looking building.

He sighed deeply, letting the burden on his shoulders fade. He was safe, he was home.

As he looked back at the scene, he noticed other townsfolk trying, and failing, to get the sign off the blond male. He gritted his teeth as he understood what he needed to do.

He can't just get a break.

He jumped up from his warm, nice spot and headed over to the scene.

Pete better get back soon.

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"So, let me get this straight," the black-haired man said, puzzlement and something else on his face, "I leave for two months, and not only do you let a complete stranger into our house without thinking of the consequences, but you fell in love with him and decided to marry him, without even knowing anything about him?" His voice was stern and barely above a whisper, but the blue-haired person sitting across from him felt like he was getting a scolding from his father because he broke a window or something.

Pete's fingers tapped against the table, a steady rhythm, yet it only made the situation tenser. Scott didn’t dare meet Pete's green-eyed glare. He could feel his throat bob as he swallowed, trying to distract himself.

"Well, it just kind of happened," he reasoned, looking anywhere but Pete, "it's not my fault I'm gay and in love, and Jimmy is the most innocent person ever!"

"Mhm," Pete nodded, his face betraying he didn't really believe him. Scott's teeth clenched tighter as he held a small smile.

Jimmy was his husband, whether Pete liked it or not, and he was determined to keep Jimmy with him, and if that meant the hard way, so be it.

"Pete," he said suddenly, determination fueling his adrenaline, "I know what it looks like, but you have to trust me on this. Jimmy is a good person and we're married." The words hung in the thick air, and Pete's stare only seemed to burn through Scott’s soul and body.

After what felt like an eternity, Pete sighed and looked away, the seriousness vanishing with it. "Fine, I'll trust you on this," Scott's smile grew, his heart beating faster, "but" Scott almost flinched as his mood quickly flipped, "just be careful, you're my friend, and I don't want you getting hurt." Pete gave him an encouraging smile, eyes filled with care and love only a father could have.

"I promise you won't regret it."

"Good." Pete pushed the chair back and stood up, Scott following soon after.

As they walked out of the shop, Scott noticed Jimmy talking to a short boy with black glasses on, but the weirdest part was that Jimmy didn't seem to mind chatting with him, he actually looked quite happy.

He was going to ask Pete if he understood- he still didn't understand many human behaviors and actions (even less about hybrids)- but when he turned to ask Pete, his whole face was paler than the whitest beach, and his eyes were dilated in pure panic. His skin prickled with unease, because if Pete was afraid, then there was definitely trouble. Before he could demand answers, 'what if Jimmy was in danger!', Pete grabbed his arm and pulled him away into a nearby alley.

"Pete, what ar-" a callous hand clasped over his mouth, shutting him up.

"Shhh, just let me explain," he waited for Scott to stop struggling before releasing him.

"What is there to explain?" He shouted, flailing his arms in the air. Pete suddenly found the bricks from the nearest building very amusing. "Pete," he warned, yet no actual threat behind it.

"Okay, fiiine, I may or not, have also found a random person and decided to maybe allow them to live with us?" Scott could sense the guilt a mile away.

"What in the name of the Sages!" Pete flinched at Scott's outbursts.

"Listen-"

"No," Scott interrupted furiously, "if you get to invite some stranger into our home, then you have no right to come down on me for doing literally the same thing!"

"At least I know Quig's life, unlike Jimmy, who we know nothing about. He could be a criminal for all we know!" Scott's anger rose at his words. How fucking dare Pete criticize him for doing the exactly same thing. He was about to argue about Pete being a hypocrite, but a familiar voice stopped him.

"Um, Scott, what are you doing?" Both of them swiveled their heads towards the new voice. Standing outside the alley way were Jimmy and the other kid, whom Scott guessed was Quig. He looked more duler and bored next to Jimmy.

"Hi guys," Pete said, a strained smile on his lips.

"Pete, other guy who I presume is Scott," Quig stated, nodding to them each respectively.

"So, your probably wonde-"

"Stop right there buddy," Quig rudely interrupted Scott. He gave Quig an annoyed glare, but either Quig didn't notice or didn't care. "We have a solution to this, problem," Pete nodded for him to continue, "so, Scott and I will live with each other for a while and Pete and Jimmy will go somewhere else. We all get to know each other and none of us become homeless." Pete and Scott shared a look, not entirely sure if this was a good idea, but when they looked back at the others, who nodded their approval, they realized Quig was right.

"Fine, we'll do what Quig suggested. I need to grab something out of Grimlands anyway," Pete announced, sighing in defeat. Scott and Jimmy shared a bright smile, while Quig continued to look bored, but they could see a sneaky smile on his lips.

Yeah, everything was going to be okay.

=

"I know you're in here," Pete stated, his eyes wracking every inch and cranny of the alley. His fists were neatly by his side, but ready to use at any moment.

The alley was cluttered with boxes and bags, so many places usable for hiding, but Pete would ransack the whole place if it meant he would find the mysterious person he saw inside his house. They had the audacity to even think about entering his home, and then trying to leave like nothing happened! Pete will show them the reason to not trespass on avian territory.

His boots were silent as he shifted around; his ears trying to listen for any movement. Whoever this was, Pete had to credit their sneaking abilities.

A miniscule flash of movement, so subtle not even a cat hybrid could notice, caught his eye. He glared towards the right side of the alley, where a stack of wood planks laid. He crept up to the wood, not daring to even breathe. He stood a few feet away, but enough to jump in any direction if they tried to escape.

"It would be better if you come out now," he threatened, his early calm yet bothered. The alley was totally quiet, not a peep escaping the thin air, but a brown eye peaked out of one of the holes on the wood. It stared right into his green eyes, almost daring him to come closer.

The two just stared at each other, no one trying to move, the minutes felt like days and Pete's fury only started to rise. He's been gone for a month, a month, and he was exhausted and irritated. Then some random person decided to make his life even more Hells and get on his last nerve.

He was done being nice today; his instincts were at their climate.

He rushed for the planks, but the person had already moved out of the way. Pete stood on the ground, catching the person on the other side of the alley. He risked a glance back at the entrance. If he chose to run, Pete figured he wouldn't be able to catch him, so he did the only reasonable thing left: distract.

"Why were you in my house!" Pete shouted, probably getting the attention of some onlookers, but he could care less at the moment. He continued to stare down the person in front of him. His black clothes made it hard to decipher a real person, but his dark hazel eyes scanned Pete's every movement.

"Excuse me," the thing spoke quietly, but loud enough to come off as regular conversation, "I do believe this is an alley."

"Well it's my alley," Pete retorted, already getting annoyed by the stranger.

"Really?" Pete could detect the sarcasm a mile away- he had enough practice with Quig.

"Are you sassing me?" He retorted, tilting his head in a bird-like fashion. He wasn't a bird though.

The thing giggled evilly, his brown eyes glinting in mockery. "It's so fun to make people angry, can you really blame me?" He shrugged his shoulders. Pete only continued to watch him, his every bone demanding to slap those words right back at him.

"You litt-"

"Stop!"

They both turned their heads to the front of the alley, Pete meeting a very familiar, and frantic face. Scott looked worse for wear, his hair a rats nest and his iconic blue jacket nowhere to be found. He almost dropped the argument to embrace him, but he pulled back on the soft part of his instincts. He still had a sassy, annoying teen to deal with.

Without warning, Scott rushed into the alley, buy instead of running to Pete, he ran to the stranger.

The bird inside his head was now calling for bloodshed, and he was very tempted to fuel its command.

"Scott," his tone was level, but the fury and frustration were too hard to miss, "what are you doing?" Scott looked appalled at his words, but the same determination Pete had grown to know was chiseled onto his face.

"Pete," he started calmly, "I know what it looks like, but you can't hurt Illumina, he's a friend not a foe." Pete focused intently on his face, trying to decipher whatever the fuck was going on, but Scott seemed totally normal and himself, but he still wouldn't let up on his anger.

"How can you trust him," he waved at the Illumina person, "he looks like an assassin!" The words appeared to have struck a nerve, because Scott looked aghast at him, and the other person had a similar look, if not more cross, yet Pete was too absorbed in his emotions and instincts to notice the hurt he caused them.

"Pete!"

For the second time that day, everyone looked at the alley's entrance. Quig, in all his short, emotionless glory, was blocking the entrance, with Jimmy right beside him. Quig's face was shrouded by his glasses, but his lips were in a thin line and his hands settled against his side. Jimmy looked normal, confused and happy.

"Don't tell me you're going to pick his side," Pete said irritatedly, trying to not come off as angry or shouting.

"They aren't hurting anybody," he replied, a slight annoyance in his voice. Pete was about to bicker even more, but Scott shouted the most ridiculous thing ever.

"He's my son!"

All heads turned slowly to him, each a different picture.

"Wh-what?" Jimmy was the first to speak, his cheeks dusted in pink and his eyes a little saddened. Scott quickly started to explain himself, already feeling guilty for upsetting his husband.

"N-no, not in that way. I-I just adopted him!"

"You did what?" Pete hollered, a thousand emotions and questions rushing through him. Before getting to explain further, Illumina spoke up.

"Actually, he kidnapped me," he said casually, like he was talking about the weather and not a serious crime. Scott turned to fully look at the kid, his face plastered with horror and annoyance.

"I did not!"

"Uh huh," Illumina nodded, not actually believing him. "So you consider force adoption not kidnapping?"

"I-um, well, I wouldn't call it exactly forced adoption," Scott stuttered, looking more embarrassed by the second.

"You literally signed papers, wherever the Hells you got them, and made yourself my legal guardian, without my consent or permission, may I add," Illumina deadpanned, looking like he caught a kid stealing something, which was basically the same thing.

Scott never had a chance to respond.

"I leave for a month, and not only do you pull another 'invite a stranger to our house', but you illegally, forcefully, adopt a random, homeless teenager?" Pete scolded, his temper rising with every syllable. Everyone had enough brains to shut up, before they got harassed by words and a very much tired and frustrated Pete.

"I can explain," Scott held his hands up in mock surrender, his blue eyes averting eye contact.

"Oh," Pete's voice was crisp, on the very edge of going insane, and his eyes looked dead into Scott's soul, "I'm not giving you a choice." Without another word, Pete grasped his forearm and dragged an apologizing Scott across the town, and back to their home.

=

The other three just stood frozen in the alley, too afraid to intrude Pete's wrath and too anxious to leave his sight, but they couldn’t just stand idly by.

When they had fully left the alley, Jimmy turned his head back to Illumina (his son? Scott's son? Their son?).

"So, are we goi-"

"Come on," Quig interrupted, grabbing Jimmy and pulling him away. After a few minutes of walking, Jimmy noticed the kid following them, albeit being slower and away from the public eye, but his heart warmed at the thought of the kid being safe.

Jimmy hoped he would get to be good friends with Illumina, and maybe more.

=

Quig didn't dare move, not even an inch. The person across the street was doing the exact same, copying him.

Quig thought he would leave, as normal people should when your in a market during a busy shopping day and you've been staring at a stranger for a good solid five minutes, but for whatever Sage sake reason, they just didn't move.

That was even the worst part.

Quig was wearing a white shirt with black jeans, unlike most days where he's wearing his white and purple stripe hoodie, but he had to switch wardrobes after Jimmy accidentally ran into him and they both fell into a muddy pile. Now, albeit him getting frustrated about wearing something different, nothing was particularly wrong with the clothes. But the stranger, who was still staring at him, wore the exact same thing. Now that was just rude, even if they've never met before and all of this is some coincidence, but Quig got to make his own decision, thank you very much.

After finally getting fed up with this double trouble thing, Quig started to walk in his direction, but as soon as Brownette noticed, he dashed quickly into the crowd. Quig tried to follow, but after five minutes of running, and not seeing anything, he gave up. He had more important things to do than chase rude teenagers around a town for an hour to try and find them. He already had Illumina for that.

As he started walking back, his foot knocked against. His head immediately scanned the ground until he found the object.

A perfect red apple.

The thing was probably infected or something though, so Quig just passed it by, not really caring to pick it up. He had to get home, check on the birds, tend to the garden, make sure Illumina and Jimmy hadn't committed arson, whether that be on purpose or accident, and a bunch of other things to do.

He sighed sadly, wishing the brief peace goodbye, and started his journey home.

He didn't notice the heterochromia teen picking up the apple behind him, nor was he aware of two brothers following him.

=

In basic terms, or the exact definition, a coincidence is a remarkable concurrence of events or circumstances without apparent causal connection; trademark to whoever the fuck created the word, probably Luck or Culture, or some other rando on the face of the earth. Whatever.

Now the real problem is that a coincidence should only happen once, but for whatever the Hells, it gosh darn happened again.

Quig never wanted to commit murder more in his life.

"What the fuck!" He hollered, scattering the birds who were recently eating seeds. The person showed no sign of being bothered; he was like a stone plate, waiting to be carved.

"H-how? Why?" Quig started to panic. Things like this don't just happen. Oh, what god or Sage did he anger!

"Jeez, calm down dude," the person said, a little irritation leaking into his uncanny serious voice. Quig just stood frozen in disbelief. He couldn't move or utter a single word. His hand started to pull at his curly hair, the soft warnings of Pete leaving his delusional mind. "Th-this is some kind of dream, this isn't real, it can't be!"

Gentle hands grabbed onto his wrist, soft enough to not harm him, yet strong enough to pry his uncontrollable hands away from hurting himself.

"I'm so sorry," the teen said softly, and Quig noticed how sensear and guilty he truly looked, "we wanted to play a gam- but I see it wasn't right of us to do this to you." He bit his lip and looked away shamefully. Quig was still flabbergasted at the whole situation. He didn't understand what the teen meant, but he figured it had something to do with the him and the rest of the residents of the house sitting behind him.

Quig should've asked what he meant or why he was here, or least or the other part of we was, but instead he whispered, "who are you?" The teen looked quickly back, his face seeming a bit surprised, but it morphed into its regular state soon.

"My name's TapL, technically Harvey, but we don't talk about. I'm here with my younger brother Fruit. We're looking for an anxious, introvert, dressed like he's either goth, emo, going to a funeral, or all, weird teenager." Quig's mood lightened at his funny description. He actually chuckled when he realized who he was talking about.

"Always rude? Likes to death threaten people a lot? Brutally honest and pretends he doesn't care about people but actually does?" He joked back, knowing full well who it was.

"Yep, that's the guy we're looking for." Tapl smiled and nodded his head. They both shared a quick laugh, and Quig finally calmed down.

=

He took Tapl to his home, where Pete was cooking lunch, Scott was reading, Illumina was sharpening his daggers, and Jimmy was watching Pete with jealousy. He smiled at his misery; that's what happens when you burn salad.

When he introduced Tapl, Illumina's expression seemed to brighten into joy, but he quickly covered it up before anyone saw. TapL's brother, Fruit, eventually showed up, though he was more childish and energetic than Tap. He's pretty sure he gave Scott a heart attack by scaring him

While eating lunch, Illumina asked if the masked brothers could stay with them. Jimmy and Scott shared a look, Quig continued to eat, and Pete appeared to have given up on life.

Safe to say, the brothers were going to become permanent residents.

This house needed more excitement anyway.

#forever and ever #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #empires smp #petezahhutt #quig #smajor95 #jimmy solidarity #illumina #tapl #fruitberries #found family #forced adoption #fluff #Avian Petezahhutt #reqs open

[pinketine]

So Jimmy thinks Scott hates him and is sick of him?

I SMELL ANGST POTENTIAL

Sorry, can't think of anything in particular right now, but I just... know there is something that can be done here :)

#empires smp #solidaritygaming #scott smajor #smajor1995 #dangthatsalongname #505 Radio #divorced flower husbands my beloved (*crying*) #just... #Jimmy trying to win Scott back before giving up and deciding that maybe it wasn't meant to be #*thinks about jimmy remembering when he and scott were married but scott not doing so* #*cries harder* #just jimmy trying to win his husband back and scott avoiding him because every time he sees him there is just.. too much. #guilt and adoration and the desire to get away and a ton of other things he can't name #and it's too hard to feel that way so he just avoids him #SCREAMSSS *THEM*

[bdoubleowo]

wait do people get angry for shipping here? /gen i’m a bit new to traffic le and hermitblr so i don’t really know the ccs boundaries, sorry!!

There was a time when shippers were harassed on mass. Like. People were doxxed harassed. @aroaceacacia has a tag for asks about it “#2019 talks” I think. It got so bad Cleo was harassed off tumblr for basically saying “I don’t particularly care if you ship, but stop attacking people over it” it was bad.

People are still freaked about it. I wasn’t actually on tumblr at the time, (fell off shortly before it started and returned after the dust had settled) but I know a lot of people who are. It’s MUCH better now but people are rightfully kinda spooked, and I’ve kinda. Adopted some of that lol.

There’s also people on twitter who are pretty aggressive ab it but. This ain’t twitter and I’ve heard it’s more of a minority.

Most hermits who have spoken on the matter have said “I don’t. Care? Just dont hound us with it it’s fine”. I think gem has said not to, Pearl may have asked but I can’t remember where I heard that and impulse was asked but it’s not clear whether he was saying “best to avoid discussing the topic” or “avoid shipping me” (the person who asked presented it as the latter, but they were also found out to be homophobic so. Taking it with a grain of salt). In the realm of non-hermits, Scott and Shelby expressed being ok with empires shipping I think? Jimmy would have definitely spoken up by now if he had a problem, and I can’t remember if Katherine has mentioned it, but I think Shelby wouldn’t have been so down if Katherine wasn’t cool. I feel like Sausage Knows What He’s Doing

Also with those it’s unclear if the cc’s meant rpf or what’s more common in hermitblr where they ship the personas, not the irl people. There’s more of a divide between reality and the videos in the fandom. Cleo isn’t a zombie irl, we know v little ab Etho irl, most of them are married, ect.

The rule of thumb is to just. Tag properly really. Tag hermitshipping. Tag 3Lshipping/LLshipping/trafficshipping. Tag the ship. So people can avoid it if they don’t want to see it, including cc’s that lurk.

#sorry if this is worded weird at all it’s not proofread #og post #discourse #ask #anon #anonymous

[theannoyedshiba]

Hear me out all the Arcane & Empires SMP fans. Empires characters as characters in Arcane.

Here’s all I’ve got.

- Fwhip: Zaun native, rumor has it he is the younger brother of one prestigious Piltover student currently enrolled in Heimerdinger’s academy. Don’t ask him about it though

- Gem: A student currently enrolled in Heimerdinger’s academy. She has gained prestige in her continued work with Hextech, managing to channel bits of it without weapons like the Atlas Gauntlets or the Mercury Hammer. Gem’s current project is trying to control Hextech with a staff, reminiscent of old magic. She also secretly sends letters to someone in Zaun, though she refuses to talk to anyone about it

- Scott: A wealthy member of the Piltover elite. Despite his cold and often standoffish demeanor, he cares not only for Piltover but the neighboring Zaun as well. With what little voice he carries on the council, he speaks for what he believes is best for both countries. There is also a rumor that he is courting a boy from Zaun

- Jimmy & Lizzie: Both born on Zaun, lost their parents very young. Jimmy was often sick and Lizzie had to work hard to scrape by so she could help her little brother. On one of her trips to Topside, she ran into a noble boy with a green streak in his hair. Silence encompassed the two as Lizzie clutched her stolen treasures to her chest. The boy was about to say something when his parents noticed Lizzie and sent Enforcers after her. That haul managed to get Jimmy help, though he couldn’t remember much after. Years of stealing later, Lizzie re-encountered the same boy she had years before. They were significantly older now and felt closer. After a few years, Lizzie and Joel married. She and Jimmy got to leave Zaun, though Jimmy still sneaks down there from time to time

That’s all I’ve got for now. What do y’all think? Should I expand on this more, maybe write some stuff for this?

#empires smp #empiresblr #flower husbands #smallishbeans #scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #ldshadowlady #fwhip #geminitay #arcane

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

gods and the mortals they worship

A/N: honestly this idea started out due to the fact that scott and jack are gonna be housemates, and a friend and i were like "haha what if c!scott moved into Innit Hotel with jack" which turned into "haha what if c!scott was the god of mcc but he just seemed like a Dude to everyone else" which made my brain go brrr and think "haha what if god!scott and goddess!kristin met for tea" and then this fic happened. it got much angstier than i intended it to whoops

Warnings: implied/referenced temporary character death, grief/mourning, hugs, emotional hurt/comfort

Summary: Kristin, the goddess of death. Scott, the god of champions. Two deities that at first glance, have nothing to do with the other. But all the same, the two deities are close friends, meeting for tea and talking about the mortals they adore. However, some conversations painfully remind them of the mortality of their loved ones.

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Kristin rather enjoyed it when a fellow deity joined her for tea. Not many would, XD was a little wary of her, being her opposite in a sense. And his sister Drista visited her often enough, but the young goddess was a bit on the rambunctious side, which was expected for the trickster. But the deity's whose visits pleased her the most were Scott's. The god of champions was always lovely to chat with, and she looked forward to each event he organized- always rooting for her husband's team, of course.

They met for tea weekly, but this visit... something seemed off about Scott. He seemed cheery enough, talking about how he had recently moved into the Innit Hotel with Jack and the other servers he was drifting between. But there was a melancholy expression on his face for a brief moment as he traced the flower pattern on his teacup, and a lost, faraway expression would come over his face from time to time. These were expressions Kristin recognized all too well- grief. She saw it in the faces of many mortals when she called their loved ones to her side- and it was unnerving to say the least to see such an expression on a god's face.

"Who are you mourning?" she asked, startling Scott slightly. The god's ever color-shifting eyes refused to meet her.

"The loss of my mcc team, of course," Scott countered with a half-hearted smirk. Kristin gave him an expression of disbelief, and the smirk melted away to something more downcast as he fiddled with something on a chain around his neck. A ring.

"Oh Scott," she said softly.

"Tried the married life thing. It was nice, for a bit. But it was a modified hardcore world, and it didn't end well. For him... or for me," Scott said, hand drifting to his throat with a grimace. Kristin set down her tea, placing a comforting hand on Scott's shoulder. Scott had a unique position as a god- he was one of the few who felt the sting of death. As he willingly lived among mortals most of the time, his godly power had to be diminished to do so. Which meant he could die- but it would never truly stick for him. Granted, death didn't really stick for most of the crowd he stuck around with. They would be reborn into other servers, maybe retaining impressions of the ones before- but Scott was the only one who truly remembered each server he had been on.

"I'm so sorry. Is he..." Kristin trailed off, unsure if she wanted to know if Scott's husband had been reborn into a different server.

"He's on another server with me now. Empires SMP. Calls himself the Codfather these days. I keep hoping he'll remember... but I don't know if I want him to," Scott said, eyes watery.

"Why not?" Kristin asked. If she was in a similar situation with Phil, she absolutely would want him to remember her.

"Because what kind of god can't even keep his husband alive?! I couldn't protect him before, who says I could do it now. Besides with my luck, by the time he'd remember me, I'd only lose him again. Why waste the effort on more heartbreak," Scott said, something vengeful in his tone. The aura around him tinged red, and Kristin drew her hand back with a jolt. Scott took notice of his surroundings, and with a sheepish smile his aura shifted to something more neutral and warm.

"That's why you're hiding in the Dream SMP with Jack, isn't it? You don't want to risk him remembering," Kristin asked softly. Scott let out a sigh.

"I'm not... hiding, exactly. Just lying low, somewhere where I don't have to pretend I'm not a god," Scott explained with a faraway glance.

“What if you were to tell this... Codfather," Kristin suggested. Scott wrinkled his nose in disgust in the name.

"Jimmy. His name is Jimmy," Scott corrected, sounding reverent as he murmured his name the second time. It was almost silly, a god worshipping the ground a mortal walked on- not that Kristin was one to talk. But then again, Phil wasn't exactly mortal.

"Then why don't you tell Jimmy the truth about who you are," Kristin prodded. Few knew the truth about Scott's godly status- Phil, most notably, and Wilbur. And now, she supposed, all who were on the Dream SMP. Otherwise, most knew Scott as someone who had a connection to the god of champions, and carried out his invitations to the games- not that Scott himself was the god in question.

"I... I don't know. Maybe it's safer for him if he never knows," Scott said with a sigh. Kristin squinted at him suspiciously.

"Scott, I've known you for centuries. Tell me the real reason you don't want to tell him," she said pointedly. Scott laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. With a deep breath, his expression settled into something more solemn.

"I don't want things to be different between us. I liked the way it was, on that modified hardcore world. We had a flower valley, with a pond and overgrowth and- and his silly insistence on wanting to protect me, like I was the fragile one, not him. I even experienced a brief afterlife with him, after we had lost all our lives on that world. And that... that was beautiful. But then things reset, and he was reincarnated. And how could I not follow him?" Scott said wistfully. His eyes shone with bittersweet tears, a fond smile on his face.

"You truly have the heart of a mortal, my friend," Kristin said with a soft smile. Scott chuckled, shaking his head.

"Well I certainly can't let anyone know that, think of my reputation," he joked. Kristin laughed.

"Oh please, we all know how much you cherish your champions," she teased.

"Don't tell a soul," Scott said in a mock-serious tone.

"Oh please, the only souls I know are dead ones," Kristin replied with a chuckle. Scott laughed too, but it fell short as his eyes landed on the flowers that decorated the teacups.

"I think the worst part is that he sees me as an enemy. I guess rightfully so, I pushed him away because I was afraid of letting him back in. I don't think I'll be able to look him in the eyes if we end up on the opposite sides of a battle," Scott said, voice fragile as the delicate teacups on the table before them.

"Maybe there's still time to make amends. You could extend some token of peace towards him?" Kristin suggested gently.

"Maybe. I just..." Scott trailed off.

"You just want to mope around in a world of constant hardship and destruction?" Kristin teased lightly, smirking. Scott laughed.

"I guess the Dream SMP isn't the greatest place to hide out," he said, still chuckling. Kristin was relieved to see her friend back to his more genuine smiley self, multicolored eyes glinting with amusement.

"Maybe not. Are Phil and Wilbur staying out of trouble?" Kristin asked, picking her tea back up to sip at. Scott laughed again.

"Staying out of trouble is asking a lot for your family. But I think Phil has forced Wilbur to make friends with Ranboo," he replied, picking up his tea as well.

"Oh? How did that go?" Kristin asked.

"Not sure, honestly. I think they opened a burger place? I've mostly been keeping to myself in the Innit Hotel," Scott said with a shrug.

"I'm sure Tommy loves that," Kristin said dryly.

"Oh yes, cussed me out until I threatened to not let him on mcc anymore. He changed his tune pretty quickly," Scott laughed.

"Doesn't Jack actually own the hotel now?" Kristin asked.

"Yes, but Tommy doesn't seem to know that," Scott answered with a sigh, shaking his head.

"I'm sure he'll get over it. Probably still a little jumbled from being brought back," Kristin muttered, unable to help looking miffed at that. She wasn't exactly fond of people being torn from her domain, especially by an overzealous mortal and the god who he eerily resembled. Although she couldn't exactly blame XD, the book had called him and he was forced to answer.

“Maybe life and death shouldn’t be toyed with anymore,” Scott said softly, after a few beats of silence. Kristin thought of Scott’s struggles with death and rebirth, then thought of her own family. Her husband who survived and lived, never dying- and her son, who fought and died, but ended up living.

“You wouldn’t see me complaining,” Kristin replied, voice coming out more melancholy than she meant it to. Scott looked to her with brows creased in sympathy.

“What a pair we make,” he said with a humorless laugh. Kristin laughed too, just as bleak as Scott’s own laugh.

“The goddess of death whose loved ones live, and the god of champions whose loved ones lose,” she said, voice forlorn. Scott set down his tea, dropping his gaze from Kristin’s.

“I do tend to be drawn towards the lost ones, don’t I?” he said with a weak smile.

“Nothing wrong with rooting for the underdog,” Kristin pointed out with a shrug. Scott looked at the flowers on the teacups, and his smile was a bit brighter this time around, less sad and bittersweet.

“I guess not. Maybe you’re right, maybe there is time to smooth things out with Jimmy,” Scott said, looking back up at Kristin.

“Good! Being mopey doesn’t suit you. And telling him the truth couldn’t hurt either,” Kristin insisted brightly. Scott rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

“Okay Mumza, no need to get on my case. I said I’d try and smooth things over, not reveal that I’m an all-powerful god that was married to him once because I like playing mortal,” he replied, dragging out her nickname with a teasing grin. Kristin grinned back.

“I guess your situation is a little different than when I told Phil I was a goddess,” she said semi-sheepishly.

“Phil was also hopelessly head-over-heels for you when you told him. Jimmy is decidedly not,” Scott pointed out with a laugh.

“Oh Jimmy will come around eventually. If he knows what’s good for him,” Kristin said, sipping at her tea. Scott blinked at her in confusion.

“Are you threatening my ex-husband?” he asked, tone so adorably baffled that Kristin couldn’t help but laugh.

“All I meant was that he doesn’t know what he’s missing. Any man would be lucky to have captured your attention," she clarified with a teasing grin. Scott flushed in embarrassment, the aura around him tinging pink.

“You’re acting like an embarrassing mum trying to convince her son to get out there and start dating,” Scott huffed, trying to play off his flusteredness.

“You’re the one who called me ‘Mumza,’” Kristin pointed out, still grinning.

“This is rude, I’m being attacked and you’re twisting my words against me now-” Scott cut off with a laugh, unable to keep up the mock-offended act as his aura shifted back to being a neutral warm color. Scott finally looked the most himself that he had been all day- aura full of warmth, a smile on his face, and color-shifting eyes sparkling.

“Oh, whatever will you do?” Kristin teased. Scott shook his head, picking up his tea and finishing it off with one last sip before standing from the table.

“I think I’m gonna leave, actually. It’s about time I head out anyway,” Scott said. Kristin looked at how low her own tea had gotten, and sighed before standing with a gentle smile.

“Well as always, it was wonderful to have you. I hope everything works out,” she said softly, holding out her arms. Scott hugged her without hesitation, and Kristin got the feeling he was silently thanking her for her advice through the hug.

“See you next week?” Scott asked after he pulled away.

“I look forward to it,” Kristin replied. Scott smiled, giving a two-fingered salute before disappearing in a burst of color. The lightshow faded, leaving Kristin in her rather gloomy domain. The loneliness after a fellow deity left was always the worst, and the heavy conversation from before didn’t help matters much. Scott and Kristin were very similar beings for two deities that ruled over extremely different things- both of their hearts were too big, too smitten with mortals. Scott could at least compete alongside mortals if he so chose, but Kristin was in a plane of existence that her loved ones could only reach through tragedy. Perhaps Scott had it worse- Kristin could at least distance herself from mortals, while Scott stubbornly refused to. But all the same, Kristin was hopeful that things would work out for the god of champions. And maybe, things would work out for her family as well.

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#dsmp #3rd life smp #empires smp #mumza #scott smajor #mcyt #mcyt fic #hurt/comfort #sage writes

[hermits-that-craft]

In My Dreams (Will You Remember Me?)

Flower Husbands Fic - Chapter Two - Can You Hear The Bumblebees Swarm?

Ao3 in the comments

Jimmy’s late. He doesn’t mean to be late to the meeting, and he knows that he won't be the latest to the meeting - he just prefers to be slightly early so that there's no chance for him to be late.

Landing roughly in The Overgrown, Jimmy dusts off his pants before walking inside Katherine’s meeting hall. Katherine smiles brightly at him, and Lizzie sits with Pearl, laughing.

“Early again, Codfather?” Katherine teases, and Lizzie turns her head. 

“I honestly thought I was late, Lizzie told me you changed the time?”

“Lizzie!” Katherine gasps, scandalised. “Why would you do that?”

“I remember growing up with him, it would take centuries to get him out of bed.” Lizzie smiles lightly, and Jimmy’s thankful for his mask, hiding the flush of his face.

“And it took longer to get you away from your window when Joel was pegging rocks at it.” Jimmy says lightly.

“Sleep well, Codfather?” Pearl asks, weaving herself a new sunflower crown.

“I could fall asleep for a while, but afterwards it was fine.” Jimmy lies easily, and Lizzie glares at him suspiciously.

“Oh! Any dreams?” Katherine asks. “We could try and work out if you’re an oracle.”

“Nothing important, just a dance in a flower field.” Jimmy pointedly ignores Lizzie as the other rulers slowly walk into the hall.

LDShadowLady whispers to you: Why didn’t you tell me? You whisper to LDShadowLady: Didn’t want to wake you, it wasn’t a nightmare anyways. LDShadowLady whispers to you: You promised me that you would. You whisper to LDShadowLady: I’m going to talk to Gem about it. I’m sick of being tired all the time LDShadowLady whispers to you: Thank goodness. I don’t want to have to worry about you anymore. You whisper to LDShadowLady: You won't anymore, I promise.

“Great, now that everyone’s here, let's start the meeting!” Katherine says. “Does anyone have any news to share?”

“Did you really call a meeting without any news to share?” Shubble asks, standing on her chair in order to see over the table. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, its just that we’ve all got empires to run and we’re kind of busy-”

“No, I do have news. I just wanted to open discussion to the table. If anyone else has anything to say.” Katherine smiles, and Jimmy watches Sausage and Fwip from the corner of his eyes. They seem off, smiling to themselves as though they have something to say, though their mouths are firmly closed.

“Well, Rivendell’s alchemists are working on a way to reverse the corruption,” Scott says, and Jimmy looks at the elven king. He’s tall, with soft blue hair and sapphire blue eyes and Jimmy has to tear his eyes away before he’s drowning in them. “If you all would allow it, I would like to send my alchemists to your kingdoms to observe and take samples of the corruption.”

“That sounds wonderful, I’d like to take you up on that offer.” Jimmy surprises the whole room, including himself, as he accepts Scott’s proposal. The aid will be necessary in order to protect his kingdom, and Joel did say that Scott might want to be allies.

He should find Scott after the meeting.

“I will also take you up on that offer.” Katherine agrees, giving Fwip and Sausage a warning look. “Is there any other topic to be brought up?”

“I don’t believe so.” Fwip says, and Jimmy winces under his mask. The steady voice, even and unsettling. Jimmy’s overthinking.

An even voice, carefully calculating, offering them an alliance, knowing full well that his husband will end up on the altar, to be sacrificed. Burning the banner, loosing his love before dying himself-

“-A ball, in honour of House Blossom’s continued strong alliances!” Katherine’s words shake Jimmy out of him stupor. “I would like to invite some of you to help in the building of a public hall so that we can all attend in luxury.”

“I can help.” Pearl agrees immediately.

“I’d love to help as well.” Gem agrees. “The Crystal Cliffs can offer some amethyst for the roof!”

“I’ll follow your instructions, if you’ll have me.” Jimmy offers with a polite smile, not believing that Katherine will take him up on the offer.

“Oh Jimmy, that’ll be such a great help!” Katherine accepts his offer, pointedly ignoring Fwip’s snort with a large smile. 

Oh no, Jimmy smiles. “No problem, Katherine. Anything for an ally.”

This was a horrid idea.

“Is there anything else we need to discuss?” Sausage asks. “My advisors are getting cross at my absence.”

“No, nothing.” Katherine says. “You’re all free to go.”

“Oh!” Jimmy says, as people begin to leave. “Gem, could I ask you a question?”

“Of course,” The wizard says, walking besides him as they head out of the meeting hall, “What can I help you with?”

“I was wondering what dreams mean?” Jimmy says.

“I’m sorry?”

And Jimmy spills. He tells her everything, the recurring nightmares, the screaming, the glowing, the shadow husband and the war and the dying in a way thats permanent, the green-yellow-red lives.

“I had one last night. But it was different this time. It wasn’t a nightmare, but it was the same place. Like something that happened only a few days before.” Jimmy says, wringing his hands.

“Oh my.” Gem says, concern lacing her expression. “I haven’t really experienced anything like this before, I’ll have to research it for you. Tell me if you have one again.”

“You sound like Lizzie.” Jimmy jokes. “But I will. Let me know what you discover?”

“Of course, it’s your health.” Gem says. “I have to get going, but I hope you sleep well tonight.”

“Thanks Gem.” Jimmy waves to her before she flies away.

He needs to get home, and pen a letter to Scott about their alliance.

----

Lizzie and Joel laugh as they sit in Joel’s dinning room, eating lunch and joking about snotty old advisors. The room is quiet, a cool breeze coming through the windows, high ceilings trapping the hot air above them, making the palace livable.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you, your highnesses,” a soldier says, her voice slightly panicked. “But the King of Rivendell is here to speak with you both.”

Lizzie and Joel exchange nervous looks. She knows that Scott is allied with Sausage and Fwip, is this a declaration of war? Or perhaps a warning, since those two always were cowards? But he seems to be courting Jimmy, could it be an ask to marry her brother? After only a day?

Lizzie, admittedly, doesn’t know much about life on land, much less about elven culture.

“Of course, we’ll see him in the parlor.” Joel says, standing slowly. The young guard nods, rushing out of the room with an air of panic to her steps. “Are you alright, love?”

“If he’s here for war-”

“He wouldn’t be. You saw how he looked at Jimmy during Katherine’s meeting.” Joel says. “He’s probably just going to ask to court him.”

“That’s worse. You understand how thats worse, right?”

“Why is it worse?”

“Because Scott is allied with our enemies, with Jimmy’s enemies.”

“It's not official.” Joel reminder her quietly. “Rivendell remains firmly neutral in all conflicts, allying itself with only those closest for trade, Lizzie. Not for aid in war.”

“But-”

“Let’s hear him out.” Joel says. “And in the end, it’s Jimmy's decision.”

“Okay, fair enough.” Lizzie grumbles, playfully hitting her husband.

“Abuse! Abuse! Oh, how the love of my life wounds me.” Joel dramatisies as they walk to the parlor. 

They enter the room, watching as Scott stops nervously pacing. His wings twitch and puff out, which confuses Lizzie to no end. He looks either aggressive or scared - she could never tell the difference, since seagulls are only arrogant. 

“Hello, your highnesses.” Scott bows.

“King Scott.” Lizzie says, bowing back to the man. 

“Why do we earn the pleasure of having you here?” Joel asks, sitting down at a soft recliner, the one that Lizzie claims normally - how dare he?

“I would like to court Jimmy.” Scott says, as though he were announcing the end of the world. “And I have come to seek Lizzie’s permission specifically, as his elder sister.”

Joel and Lizzie exchange a look, both wearing the same ‘I told you so’ expression. However, this only seems to make Scott more nervous. He’ll need to adapt to their silent conversations if he wants to court Jimmy, Lizzie thinks quietly.

“I’m an excellent builder, having completely rebuilt Rivendell. My people can attest that I am both a wise and kind ruler, and I can provide Jimmy and the cod empire with years of prosperity.” Scott rambles, tugging nervously at his cape. “I’ll aid him in wars, and I’ll never raise a hand against him, no matter the circumstances.”

“Is this what you felt like when you asked my parents to court me?” Lizzie mumbles to Joel, and Scott continues on.

“Honestly, asking Jimmy was harder.” Joel replies. “He interrogated me when I asked him if I could marry you.”

“All bark, no bite my brother is.” Lizzie rolls her eyes. “Scott, how long have you been seeing Jimmy for?”

“I beg your pardon?” Scott says, blinking feverishly. 

“How long have you and Jimmy been dating?” Lizzie asks again. “I’m not going to be mad.”

“We haven’t seen each other..” Scott says. “That’s immoral, I couldn’t ask him out without your permission.”

“Is that an elf thing?” Lizzie asks Joel, semi loudly. “Or a land thing?”

“I believe it’s an elven culture.” Joel says, “Correct, Scott?”

“How do your people court?” Scott asks, eyebrows frowning ever so slightly.

“Well,” Lizzie begins, “We see each other for a while, then ask the others family to begin courting. Most civilians date for a few months, then begin courting, but us royals have to take it slowly.”

“Oh.” Scott winces.

“How do elves court?” Lizzie asks, cocking her head to the side.

“We ask a potential suitor’s family if we could begin courting, and then we court for a few months before we begin dating properly.” Scott says slowly. 

“Well, I have a few questions for you.” Lizzie says. “Before I can pass judgement on your potential relationship!”

“Lizzie, be nice.” Joel warns, before turning to a book he had left on the coffee table.

“I will, now, does Jimmy know that you like him?”

“No, thats why we court for a few months first.” Scott says. “To prove to our potential suitor that we are worthy of spending the rest of our life with them.”

“Interesting.” Lizzie nods, frowning at the window. “And you promise to stop if you make him uncomfortable?”

“The second he tells me to, I will stop all advances.” Scott promises.

“And you swear that you will never lay a hand on him?” Lizzie asks.

“I swear it.” Scott says. “I swear it on Aoer.”

“Final question.” Lizzie smiles at Scott. “Why do you like Jimmy?”

“He’s like the sun.” Scott says. “It’s like the world is in an eternal night without him around, even when he’s fighting my allies and he believes that I’m going to join them. Just standing near him is like seeing a sunset for the first time.”

“Damn, you have it bad for him.” Joel says, ignoring Lizzie as she slaps his arm. “Darling, I think you have to let him try his luck with Jimmy.”

“You are unreasonably in love with Jimmy.” Lizzie says, smiling softly. “You should court him, Scott. Don’t you dare hurt him, but may I be honest with you?”

“Thank you,” Scott gasps, flushed red with slight embarrassment. “And sure, what would you like to tell me?”

“I think you aren’t physically able to hurt Jimmy.” Lizzie says. “I think you’re too in love to even look him in the eye. Good luck, land boy.”

And Scott leaves the room, Joel openly laughing as he hears Scott whoop for joy as he flies off. It’s a lovely day, and the married couple can’t help but think that they secured Jimmy someone who would go to war for him. Perfect husband material.

They don’t notice the red eyes watching from the servants corridors. Why would they? Lizzie’s allowed Scott to try and win Jimmy’s heart.

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[ohmygoodnessgraciouss]

Reality Check - Chapter 4

We’re back!!  Woo!!  I’m sorry for the long wait, but we’re getting back into it!  This is a little shorter than I wanted, but I promise it’s packed with some good info! Enjoy! <3

Missed the first part?  Read it here! Need chapter 2 or 3?  Go down to the tags and click #Reality Check Masterlist !

Warning: This contains spoilers for episode 8 of WandaVision.  This takes place between episodes 2 and 3, but we do have a few hints and references to the latest episode.  

Summary: Y/N and Wanda were very close after returning in 2023.  The two bonded over the loss of their partners.  It wasn’t enough to keep Wanda grounded after she found Vision’s body though, and Wanda wants the best for her friend.  Unfortunately for Y/N, this means she’s going to be thrown into a reality she wasn’t expecting.

You ended up going to the park where you had seen Scott.  It was empty, free from everyone who was at the talent show.  That’s exactly what you wanted.  It was peaceful, quiet, and away from anyone that could ruin it.  

Or so you hoped.  

“Are you alright?” Geraldine asked you, sitting down on the bench next to you.  You hadn’t even realized you were sitting on a bench.  You were so... Out of it by the time that she was there that you hardly recognized her.

“Yes, I’m alright.  Thank you,” You said, wiping tears from your eyes.  You felt frustrated, as if nothing was going to be okay anytime soon. 

“What happened?  You seemed to get really startled back there.  Loki just watched you leave.”  She said, placing a hand on your shoulder.  It was comforting, warm.  It didn’t feel like anyone or anything else here has lately.  You wanted to collapse right then and there.  

“It seems like everyone is hiding some secret from me.  Loki refuses to answer my questions, there’s that stranger who popped up spouting nonsense about the town.  And then there’s just everything strange.  I went to the store expecting that to be fine but even that was just... Absurd.  It seems like I’m in a dream or something and I can’t wake up.” You ranted to her.  She nodded understandingly.  

“I know how you feel.  It feels like I don’t even know where I’m at sometimes.”  She said quietly.  

“Yeah, it feels like Westview has changed so much since... Since Wanda got here.”  

“What was it like before?” She questioned.  

“I don’t remember.  That’s the thing.  I don’t know what’s going on, but I haven’t been able to remember a single thing since a few days ago.  All I know is who I am and that I’m married to Loki.  I can’t remember how we got here, what this town’s like... All I know is that I don’t like Dottie or Agnes,” You laughed humorlessly.  

“Dottie or Agnes?” 

“They’ve always struck me as odd ones.  Well, Dottie is quite a-” 

“Y/n!  Geraldine!  I finally found you two, thank goodness.”  Wanda walked up to you, breathing a sigh of relief.  “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.  What’s going on?” 

“Oh, it’s nothing Wanda.  I’m just a little confused, that’s all.” 

“Confused?  How do you mean?” She asked, wanting to be a supportive friend.  

Ẅ̸̛͚̣̖̂̈͝h̸̛͍̤͓͉̯͌̑͆͘a̸̱̯̼͆̀̿t̷̻̲̓'̶̡̊̾͐s̵̨̻̫̲͊ ̸͉͍̇̕͝h̵̖͗̓̚ä̶̲̠̞́́̌͠p̸͕̞̗͚͋͑̅̅̅p̵̧̥̫̭͑͒͘ͅe̵̺͓̟͇̊̂̊̚͠ͅň̵̞̯̺̥̪̈́̌́̾į̸̭̼̜̌͐̈́ͅn̵̘͆͂͐g̷͓̪͋͊̄ ̵̺̻͓̣͂̿͂͝n̴̬͖͌̐͊͠o̶̥̩̺̫͂̒ẁ̸͍̝̯?̶͖̆̿̂̓

Darcy continued to watch the TV, taking notes as she went along.  Jimmy walked up and sat down next to her, placing a cup of coffee down for her.  “Y/N seems to be questioning everything,” She responded to his question. 

“Questioning?” 

“Yeah, it seems like she’s able to figure out something’s wrong in the neighborhood.  No one else has managed to do that yet.  Not even Wanda herself.” 

“Is it possible Wanda is the root of this?” 

“Are you trying to say she placed herself in a bubble where she’s forced to act like she’s in a sitcom with her dead love and her friend plays a small role?  I doubt it, but nothing’s out of the equation yet.  Is that coffee for me?” She smiled. 

Jimmy nodded, watching the screen.  Wanda was just about to approach you and Geraldine at the park.  He watched the screen carefully when it suddenly cut off, playing into the next scene where Wanda and Vision arrive home, talking about the day.  “Wait, what just happened?” 

“I don’t know,” Darcy responded, trying to turn the knobs on the TV screen to get a better signal.  “How did we just skip past an entire scene?” 

“I don’t think that was anything you did.  I think someone on the inside had something to do with it.  Wanda, maybe.” 

“Because Y/N was questioning it?” 

“Maybe.  Whatever’s going on, whether it’s Wanda in control or someone else, they don’t want anyone to figure it out or know what’s happening.  Including us.”  

Darcy nodded grimly.  She wanted to believe that Wanda was a superhero, an Avenger.  She was someone who pummeled Thanos and kept fighting for the good guys.  What would make her isolate a town in New Jersey?  

“Either way,” Jimmy spoke, breaking her thoughts, “Who’s that guy that keeps popping up in the background?  The one Y/N spoke to?” 

“Oh you mean Scott?  He seems to be a background character.  I haven’t been able to catch a good angle of him.  The ‘camera’ isn’t allowing me to get any good glimpses of him.  We’ve already identified most of the town though.  It doesn’t make any sense.” 

“Well, we need to keep trying.  If we can’t identify them, then that means they may be another person of interest here.” 

“Got it.  There’s one question that’s really bugging me though.” 

“What’s that?” 

“How are Vision and Loki both there?” 

~

“Oh thank God, Wanda, what happened?” You asked as she walked through the door, back into your shared apartment.  She sat down, keeping her gaze locked on the green carpeting underneath her feet.  Her eyes glistened with tears that refused to come out.  

“I saw him, but he wasn’t there anymore.”  Her voice cracked as she let out a choked sob.  Your heart crumbled into pieces as you watched the woman practically collapse.  You quickly sat next to her on the couch, pulling her into a side hug.  

“Wanda, I’m so sorry.”

“I just wanted to bury him.  It was the least he deserved after everything we went through.” She wrapped an arm around you tightly as you felt her tears dampen your shirt.  

“I know, just let it all out,” You tried to comfort her.  There wasn’t much you could say though, at least, nothing you hadn’t said before.  “At least they’re dismantling him though, right?  They’re being careful, and they’re not disobeying Vision’s wishes.  When I heard S.W.O.R.D had him,” You hesitated for a moment, “I feared the worst.” 

Wanda let out a quiet sniffle as she broke the hug.  “Me too.  That’s why I had to drive up to New York as soon as possible.  I had to make sure.” 

You nodded, giving her a soft smile.  “Did they give you a hard time about it?” 

“It wasn’t any harder than I expected,” She admitted.  “When I saw him, I knew it was over.  I couldn’t even see him.  Not in the way I remember him.” 

“But you got to say goodbye.” 

“Yeah, I did.” 

A moment of silence was shared between the two of you before she looked around the room, spotting a manila envelope by the door.  “What’s that?” She asked, walking towards it. 

“It was in the mail today, it was addressed to you.  I have no idea what it could be though.”  

She glanced at the return address before carefully opening up the envelope.  Inside was a single paper.  It was large and thick, some kind of heavy-duty paper.  Whatever it was must’ve been important.  She didn’t say anything, so you asked, “What is it?” 

“It’s... It’s from Vision.” 

~

You woke up in a cold sweat in bed.  What happened yesterday?  You turned to look next to you, finding Loki.  He was sleeping peacefully, an arm wrapped around your waist.  Things seemed different though.  

You took a look around your room.  It was brighter, and much livelier than it was before.  The sheets were a bright blue, almost matching the patches of sky you could see through the green curtains on the window.  The bedside lamps had vibrant red shades on them, matching the golden stands beautifully.  The dark oak tables they sat on complimented the room.  

You looked to get a better look at Loki.  Now you could see his black hair and pale skin in a much better light.  He was wearing a black t-shirt for pajamas.  You looked at your own clothing, noticing that you were wearing a pink nightgown.  When did you get home?  And how did you get home? 

You carefully moved Loki’s arm off of you as he shifted in his sleep.  Pulling the covers off of you, you turned to look at the clock.  It was 10:00 in the morning.  The last time you checked, it had to be around 4:00 in the afternoon yesterday.  Whatever happened between the three of you must’ve ended up in some wild psychedelic dream or a lot of drinking.  

You got dressed, slipping on a nice top and skirt that you could find.  They were (f/c), your favorite.  When did you get these clothes?  Most of your wardrobe consisted of dresses, so seeing the shirt and skirt seemed strange to you.  It didn’t matter all that much though because you heard a knock on the door as soon as you were done.  

Opening the door, you were greeted by a certain woman.  “Agnes!  Hello, how wonderful to see you!  Come in,” You smiled, stepping to the side.  

“Oh hi dear, I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing.  Especially after what happened yesterday, I knew I had to stop by!” She smiled widely, laughing a little. 

“That’s so sweet of you.  But, what do you mean by what happened yesterday?” You asked, chuckling nervously.  She sat down on the couch and you took a seat across from her.  Her piercing gaze seemed to look right through you, as if she knew you had no idea what happened last night.  

“Why, with the talent show of course!  Loki came around to tell me what happened.  He seemed very distraught,” She frowned.  

You laughed nervously once more.  “Well, we just had a small disagreement that’s all.  I can’t figure out why he went to you though,” You smiled. 

“Oh don’t worry about it my dear, he was just wondering if I had any idea where you were heading off to.  He’s worried about you, you know.  You’ve been acting so strangely lately that... It’s piqued everyone’s interest at this point.” 

“Well, it’s nothing to worry about, I can assure you of that.  Quite frankly it’s something that I believe should stay between me and my husband at this point.  I’m not very comfortable with talking about it.” 

“Are you sure?  You seem very nervous right now, Y/N.  Plus, it seems like you’ve gotten very close with the new guy in town, Scott.  I’ve seen you talking with him while Loki’s not around, you sly little thing.” She winked mischievously as she laughed. 

Your blood ran cold and it seemed like everything around you stopped.  You couldn’t think of anything else, you just wanted Agnes to stop talking.  Her eyes widened as she seemed to freeze too.  She didn’t say anything as you glared at her.  

“I think you should go,” You stated.  “It’s early in the morning and I have to make breakfast.  Perhaps we can continue this chat another time,” You said, ushering her out the door.  Her eyes were still wide, yet she said nothing.  She simply walked outside, taking a turn towards her house.  

You closed the door once she was gone, breathing a sigh of relief.  It was as if the world reverted back to normal as soon as she was gone.  

~

Agatha continued her descent to her house, taking a look around as the people around her.  Herb was just walking outside.  He was getting into place, just as she wanted.  If she was going to freak Vision out she needed him by the fence on standby.  

When she made it back to her home, she walked downstairs to her basement.  It was still being built as she didn’t have the time to fix everything up just yet.  It had several runes going across the walls and she had her book in there.  She flipped through the pages, trying desperately to figure out what had just happened.  

“Interesting.” 

“So Wanda isn’t the only one with magic here.”

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[aurabird]

Unexpected Sympathy

Was in the mood to write some Empires hurt/comfort, but between two individuals you would not expect.

Sequel to this~

Tw: mentions of violence, torture and a panic attack but otherwise this is relatively tame

Also on Ao3

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The nightmare of being a prisoner within Xornoth’s dungeon had seemed and felt so real and flashes of it still blinked into Fwhips mind as he tried to calm himself.

The sky was dark, but save the sounds of the night there was no rain, no thunder, no harbinger of the demon’s presence. And yet, he shook like a leaf, curling up in fear as sobs escaped him.

It was pathetic. Him, the Lord of Darkness, crying in bed like a child.

A crash resounded from outside and Fwhip felt his blood run cold, the sound echoed like thunder and was followed by footsteps, a dark silhouette appearing in the doorway.

His heart raced as he scrambled out of the bed and pressed himself against the back wall. Xornoth had come for him, he knew it. He would be taken back...tortured and hurt some more... 

“Um...Fwhip, s-sorry to trespass like this but my elytra broke and I'm not really equipped right now to travel through the...

...Fwhip?”

When Jimmy had entered the room to apologize for trespassing, he had not expected to see Fwhip cowering like a cornered animal. The man’s eyes were puffy, the look in them one of fear and horror. Jimmy could tell that he’d been crying.

“G-Go away! You aren’t taking me back! I won’t go back! P-Please...have mercy...”

Jimmy’s expression morphed into one of concern at those words and slowly, he stepped into the light, his hands in front of him submissively as he approached his fellow royal. “Fwhip, mate...what’s gotten in to you? Its just me, Jimmy. You know, the Codfather? The guy who would very much like what you stole from him back?”

Yes the last bit was full of sarcasm and could be taken as passive-aggressive, but despite that fact it seemed to have worked. Jimmy saw Fwhip begin to relax, realization slowly fading into his eyes at who stood before him.

“J-Jimmy...?” Fwhip questioned, his voice barely a whisper.

“Yeah, Fwhip, it’s me. I’m here.”

The panicked breathing of Fwhip began to calm at those words and the tinkerer slumped against the wall in an undignified manner he clearly didn’t care about anyone seeing.

Sympathetically, Jimmy sat down across from him, eyes full of concern despite their empire’s current relations with each other.

“Why are you in my Empire this late at night?” Fwhip asked, the harshness in his voice masked by exhaustion, “You shouldn’t be here.”

Normally, at this point Jimmy would have made some form of comeback that would descend into either banter or an argument, but the Codfather knew what he’d seen. “My elytra broke and kinda crashed into some barrels near one of your village houses. I’d go through the Nether, but I’m not exactly equipped to traverse that place on foot.” he paused for a moment before continuing, “Maybe its good that I ended up here though; you were freaking out mate, like a cornered chicken about to be slain by Joel or something.”

A chuckle escaped Fwhip at Jimmy’s demeaning metaphor, "Thank you for that wonderful image of me.”

“What happened? I’ve never seen you like that before. You begged me for mercy as if I was going to kill you. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I would totally do it if it meant getting my cod head back, but... ”

Fwhip didn’t want to admit it to his worst enemy, but the words left his mouth before he could stop them, “I dreamt that demon had me as a prisoner...that it was torturing me...corrupting me. It hurt so much...I felt like I was going to die.”

Mentions of the enigmatic entity that had recently shown up sent a chill down Jimmy’s spine, remembering quite well the horrifying encounter he’d had with it.

“Realistic nightmares aren’t fun, trust me, I should know.”

Fwhip let out a small laugh, “I find it hard to believe that you, the most upbeat person I know, have nightmares.”

Jimmy simply shook his head, “Well, there more like flashes of events that I feel I should remember but yet also don’t. Its always the same, starting with myself living in a flower forest with someone that looks suspiciously like Scott, only less...elf-like and that I think I’m married to.” Fwhip snorted at that; as if the elven king could want to be in a romantic relationship with anyone, let alone Jimmy of all people.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want. Like I said, they looked like Scott. Anyway, all of us in this...dream? Memory? Whatever it is; have three lives before we’re dead, only a limited amount respawn magic in the world to bring us all back twice. I loose my first two to lava and an attempt to disarm a TNT trap...then loose my final one to an arrow through my head. Last thing I see is my husband’s face as I die in his arms before I wake up in bed here.”

The tale was so detailed, as if Jimmy had seen it countless times with each playthrough of it growing more and more complex and clear. If Fwhip didn’t know any better, he’d believe it was true, maybe it even was in some ways.

"I’ll admit, there's some parts of it that make no sense, such as the lack of respawn magic and the blurred figure that looks like Scott, but it feels so real you know? Maybe I should ask him if he has dreamt anything similar.”

Fwhip only nodded, a yawn escaping him. He was tired and his panic attack hadn’t really helped with that. He looked at the clock, there was still plenty of night left for him to sleep.

Jimmy seemed to get the message and moved to help him get back to his bed. Fwhip was out before his head even hit the pillow.

-

His eyes fluttered open, vision flooded with color as the world came into focus around him.

Slowly Fwhip sat up, looking around the room until he caught sight of a familiar cod hat and green robes sitting at the foot of the bed, eyes focused on a book and hand scribbling down words.

Jimmy must have heard him stir as the Codfather was quick to lay the items down and turn to him with a goofy smile on their face. “Hey Fwhip, how you feeling mate?”

“Better...you stayed here all night?”

“Couldn't really do much else with a broken elytra and all so yeah, I did.”

Fwhip sung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, going over to a chest and fumbling through its contents.

Eventually, he pulled out a stack of bottles, enchantment orbs floating around within them. “Here, to repair your elytra.”

Jimmy took the bottles graciously before shattering them against the damaged wings, the tears within the membranes sealing shut through magic.

With his elytra repaired, the Codfather thanked Fwhip and bid him farewell before leaving the storage room. However, just before he was about to take off he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“We never speak of last night again alright? I’m still going to make you work to get that cod head back.”

Jimmy simply grinned, “Wouldn’t expect anything less.”

With that, Fwhip watched him activate a firework and disappear into the distance.

His attention then turned to the amount of corruption in the area and he sighed. Gem would be coming over later to discuss Wither Rose Alliance matters and she would definitely kill him if he did not get the place cleaned up.

Time to get to work, he supposed.

#empires smp #empiresblr #My writing #fwhip #solidarity gaming #jimmy solidarity #3rd life smp references are fun #and i will take every chance to make them canon #not my best work imo but it was meant to be short and sweet

[daphne-miles]

One Tree Hill rewatch (Season 1, Episode 2 - The Places You Have Come to Fear the Most)

I’m back with my thoughts for the second episode of season 1! If you want to read my thoughts about the Pilot, here they are. I’ve also created a masterlist where I’ll have my thoughts for every OTH episode, which is here.

Note 1: these posts of mine are not meant to be a recap of the episodes, simply what I was thinking as I as watching the episode!

Note 2: I *think* I’m going to be doing these once a week, so the episodes are fresh on my mind when they’re talked about in the podcast. However, if I find the time and/or want to, I might start doing these more regularly! Who knows, I’m not sure yet what the schedule will be.

Note 3: these will not be spoiler-free. So if you haven’t watched the show or are rewatching and, like me, don’t remember much you can filter the following tags: “one tree hill rewatch”, “one tree hill s1 rewatch”.

Before I start though, I want to say that you can always send me a message (via ask or chat) to talk about the episode! I’m rather useless talking about future episodes because, as I said in my first post of this series, I watched this show only once and it was like 8 years ago, so I don’t remember much. But feel free to talk to me about the episodes I’ve already rewatched, I’d love that!

Episode synopsis: Lucas plays his first game as a Tree Hill Raven...and chokes. He isn't the only one confronting insecurities: Peyton can't find the courage to submit her drawings for publication.

So, without further ado, here are my thoughts:

Keith and Karen at the cafe 🥺

Haley OMG!!! This girl talks so much lmao

When Coach Whitey Durham calls “Scott” and both Lucas and Nathan look up lmao

Ahah, Mouth and Jimmy trying to interview Lucas before the game 😂

Mouth (to Jimmy): “Did you just hear that? We’re media” 😂

God I hate Dan so much (and he was just talking to Keith in the stands at the gym)

God I can’t wait for Nathan to be the Nathan we know and love!!!

OMG BROOKE DAVIS, LOVE OF MY LIFE, FINALLY APPEARS!!! Mind you, from what I remember, I didn’t really like her until like s3-s4, but still 🥰

Peyton (to Lucas): “Nice hands”; Lucas (to Peyton): “Nice legs” - lmao

Wow Lucas is really feeling the pressure during the game. I actually feel bad for him

The cheerleading uniforms from these first two episodes are actually kind of cute, but not anywhere near the s4 uniforms, which were a beauty 😍

OMG, the first time the theme song plays 🥺🥰 ngl, it made me emotional

Ewwww, Nathan and Peyton 🤢 - I want Haley!!!

Nathan (to Peyton): “Hell yeah, didn’t you?” - Nathan, sweetie, why do you have to be such an arsehole?! And what he said to Peyton? Omg, fuck him!!! Man, he’s such a little shit (in a bad way)!!!

Ahah, Karen upset at Keith. But mostly at herself for not being at the game for Lucas 🥺 oh Karen sweetie 🥺

Peyton (to Lucas): “Guess misery really does love company”. Also, what a great way for her to cheer up Lucas: “Look, it’s just a game. Who cares if the entire school, most of your friends and half the town saw you suck?” LMAO

But also this hairstyle looks so good on Peyton 😍 (as Sophia, Hilarie and Joy said on the podcast, it always comes back to hair 😂)

I think I’m going to roll my eyes every time Dan is on screen, ngl. He’s such a little shit, it makes me want to scream! Or beat the shit out of him!!!

Peyton (to Lucas): “Do you want to come in?” and “What are you doing? (...) I didn’t invite you in, I just asked you if you wanted to. Thanks for the ride.” Peyton 😂

Karen (to Lucas): “I’m sorry I missed it”; Lucas (to Karen): “Yeah, me too.” 🥺

Peyton’s drawings!!!

Peyton (to Nathan): “Peyton’s not here right now, just her lame music” 😂

Yeah, you should be sorry Nathan! You’re being such a little shit!!! Also, have you ever actually been good to her?!

Again, Lucas really feeling the pressure, can’t even score in the playground

Teacher (to Peyton): “Peyton, describe Lucas using only one word”; Peyton (to Lucas/classroom): “Choke”; Teacher (to Lucas): “Lucas, care to respond and describe Peyton?”; Lucas (to Peyton/classroom): “Lonely”; ooooh indeed

Nathan (to teacher/classroom): “I can describe Lucas in one word. Bastard.” - NO NATHAN, YOU’RE THE BASTARD!!!

Jake LMAO you little shit (in a good way)

Lucas and Haley’s friendship 🥺

Brooke (to Peyton): “You know, it’s really too bad Lucas is poor and can’t play because he’s fine.” - ewwwwww 🤢 (disclaimer: I strongly dislike/hate Brucas, so any kind of comments like this or, worse, when they’re together will involve these types of comments and emojis)

Brooke (to Peyton): “I think about the future sometimes and it scares me. But then I think I’ll go to college, I’ll join the right sorority, marry a rich guy... unless I get fat” 😂 But wow, that first sentence is such a mood

Keith and Lucas 🥺

Keith (to Lucas): “It’s the rule of life. Prettier the girl, messier the car.” 😂

Hum, Lucas, sweetie, why did you think it was ok to go through someone’s private belongings?! That’s not right!

Dan for fuck sake!!!!!!! Go fuck yourself!!!!!!!

Nathan (to Dan): “He wasn’t swinging at me, dad. He was swinging at you.”

Haley: “Is that the phone?” 😂

Karen (to Lucas): “So why go down to his level?” - wise, wise words

Lucas (to Karen): “How would you know, you weren’t even there.” - yikes Lucas, but also I feel bad for him

Lucas and Karen the next morning 🥺

Oh Karen sweetie 🥺 you deserved so much better!!!

Dan certainly has (and always has had) a healthy ego 🙄

Jake (to Lucas): “Just remember, don’t let him take it.”; Lucas (to Jake): “I don’t know what that means.”; Jake (to Lucas): “Yeah, I know, but you will.”

Nathan stop being an arsehole!!!

Peyton (to Lucas): “I wanna draw something that means something to someone” sweetie 🥺

Ugh, Dan go fuck yourself!!!!! Ugh, I hate him so much 🤬

Coach Durham (to Dan): “Make you happy, Danny? Seeing the demise of the kid you fathered and then abandoned?” and “You’re just destroying kids’ lives left and right, aren’t you?” you tell him!!!

While the teacher is reading the answers the students wrote on the papers, I’m realising that so far it’s really only Peyton, Lucas and Nathan the main characters. We barely see Brooke or Haley.

Ewwww, Nathan and Peyton 🤢 - I want Haley!!!

Again, Haley and Lucas! I love their friendship 🥺

Karen and Lucas 🥺 oh Lucas, I feel so sorry you had a shitty “father” who abandoned you 🥺

Dan (to Lucas): “Give this to my boy, will you?” - Fuck off Dan!!!!!

Jake (to Lucas): “Don’t let him take it - your talent, it’s all yours.”

Oh Karen, what a brave step going to the gym where the arsehole broke your heart 🥺

Lucas (to Peyton): “Hey... your art matters. It’s what got me here.” 🥺🥰

Get fucked Dan!!!!! Lucas isn’t quitting the team!!!

#drama queens podcast #one tree hill #one tree hill rewatch #one tree hill s1 rewatch #m*