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[thefirexeo]

Gift for @bidoofenergy , made for the @mcytblrholidayexchange

Crowned Myself A Winner (Oh, Look At Me Now) - A PearlescentMoon Canon Compliant and Not, Double Life and After Character Study

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52770235

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Scott Major | Smajor1995 & Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Pearl | PearlescentMoon & Tilly the Dog (Double Life SMP), John Booko | BdoubleO100 & Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Pearl | PearlescentMoon & Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, John B. | BdoubleO100 & Oliver B. | Mumbo Jumbo & Joel | SmallishBeans & Pearl | PearlescentMoon

Characters: Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Scott Major | Smajor1995, Tilly the Dog (Double Life SMP), Mailbox the Dog (Secret Life SMP)

Additional Tags: Character Study, Secret Life SMP Spoilers, Pearl | PearlescentMoon-centric, Moth Hybrid Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Compliant, Minor Violence, Blood and Violence, Angst, Bittersweet Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Traumatized Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Scarlet Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Hurt Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Mentioned Oliver Brotherhood | Mumbo Jumbo, Mentioned Anthony Viviano | Bigbst4tz2, Mentioned Joel | SmallishBeans, Red Life Pearl | PearlescentMoon (3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series), Pearl | PearlescentMoon Angst, Mentioned Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, Winged Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Protective Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Touch-Starved, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Post-Double Life SMP, Post-Limited Life SMP, Double Life SMP Spoilers, pearlescentmoon kills scott smajor (double life smp), minor blood and violence, y'know. like she deserves to., reunions between a girl and her beloved dog., scott and his deal of wanting to kill himself for his allies., Golden Apples (Minecraft), and them finally being used., themes of derealization?, Themes of Dehumanization, especially in terms of enemies being turned into prey and thinking they're better off dead, just a brief mention of it but bdubs and his inherent need to die for his allies, Mentioned John Booko | BdoubleO100, anyway i def have more i can write about pearl, but this is good for now, may do more another time, some lines extrapolated from cocoabat's secret life finale art, and mishapen-dear's double life scott art, theyre really good lines i couldn't help but add them., Canonical Character Death, canonical character deaths, mild romanticism of bloodlust

Series: Part 1 of exchanges i'm in.

Summary:

Pearl is determined to fight back in Double Life, forcing fate to bend to her will. Reality shifts around her as several possibilities and timelines unfold, both canon and not, exploring the before and the after, and Pearl's deep desire to be loved and to protect her allies at all costs.

Made for bidoofenergy / whatcaniwritethis for the MCYTBLR Holiday Exchange 2023

#mcytblrholidayexchange2023 #bidoofenergy #fic made by pyre #(ie me.) #pearlescentmoon #trafficblr #double life smp #double life smp spoilers #secret life smp #secret life smp spoilers #posted on ao3 #character study #character analysis sorta #small limited life spoilers #trafficseries #traffic smp #secret life #the mounders #scott smajor #alternate universe #canon divergence #and canon compliance #anyway im pretty proud of this fic #go read it if you want

[kiwiana-writes]

for the AU fun facts game, an accidental marriage AU

I mean. As I do in fact already have one of these in my WIP folder I'm going to cheat, just a little 🤣 I hope you don't mind!

ONE: When Alex sees it on the Fake Friendship Agreement, he assumes the Vegas visit is a joke. Zahra points out how many opportunities there are in Vegas for bros-being-bros photo ops, including candids. Alex asks if he's going to be allocated a gambling budget and she throws a pillow at him.

TWO: The idea of a weekend in Las Vegas with Henry is like... marginally less terrible after the trip to London and the cupboard and the clearing the air, but... still. He's still Prince Henry: stuffy and boring and the antithesis of a fun Vegas time.

THREE: In retrospect, the vodka shots were where it all went downhill. It's all a bit of a blur after that.

FOUR: When Alex wakes up, more hungover than he's ever been in his life and naked as the day he was born, Henry's arm slung over Alex's stomach, Alex thinks nice and then what the fuck and then okay, it could definitely be worse. (That jinxes it.)

FIVE: Philip, at least, is so angry about the 'getting married without permission' part he almost forgets to be angry about the 'married a man' part.

[Send me a potential AU and I’ll tell you five fun facts that would happen in a story.]

#au five fun facts game #ask meme response #bidoofenergy #wip: vegas fuckup

[theminecraftbee]

hermitcraft recap is going to be SO meta this week i can't wait for all the jokes

i cannot wait to see what zloy makes pixlriffs say about this

#answered #bidoofenergy

[cricketnationrise]

hi cricket!! my prompt is: 2:17am, the lake house, Nora Holleran. my AO3 is whatcaniwriteinthis congrats on 500 followers!

hello! fun facts i realized while writing this: i've never written this many words of Nora's POV before! it went in a different direction than i was initially thinking, but i really like it, and i hope you do too! -💜🦗

want your own ficlet? followers can request their own following this guide :D

❤️🤍💙❤️🤍💙

2:17am, lake house

Oscar’s lake house is just about the furthest thing from her moms’ house in Vermont, but the feeling she gets here is the same. 

There’s so much sky out here, especially in the middle of the night, with only a half-asleep June and the gentle lapping of waves on the shore of the lake for company.

Nora had tried to send June inside to bed an hour ago, but her girlfriend refused, despite the fact that she was pressing her yawns into the kangaroo pouch of Nora’s sweatshirt.

“Don’t wanna go in without you,” she’d mumbled, and Nora hadn’t been able to resist that ironclad logic. Instead she’d just leaned back on one hand, the other moving to thread her fingers through June’s.

It’s only the first night of their trip out here, they’ve got plenty of time to make up for any lost sleep before they head back to the east coast and all their responsibilities and calls for their time and attention. It’s just them and Oscar this time around, law school and the shelter keeping Alex and Henry in New York this October. Nora likes it in summer, when the house is full of the sounds of splashing and laughter and teasing, with friends that are more like family. But she secretly loves how small she feels here, like she understands her place in the bigger picture, when it’s just the three of them here as autumn starts to take root.

Oscar had gone to bed around ten, joints popping as he stood. “I’m getting too old for this, mijas; I’ll see you in the morning. Remember to put the fire out when you come up,” he’d said as he stretched and then started for the house.

They’d both called after him, loud enough to be heard, quiet enough not to break the peaceful moment.

“Buenas noches, Papá.”

“Night, Oscar.”

She and June had talked some until now, about everything and nothing, just like always, but mostly they’d sat in easy silence—just soaking up the perfection of the still night around them.

From the very first summer she’d come here at June and Alex’s invitation, the feeling of home had pervaded the air, as prevalent as the humidity. She’s never been quite able to put her finger on what aspect of the place calls her to her heart so strongly; it’s an unsolved mystery niggling at the back of her mind.

It could have something to do with the remoteness, no neighbors and the secret service well out of sight.

It could be how Alex and Henry’s laughter echoes, brighter than the sunlight, across the lake.

It could be due to homemade food, handed-down recipes, spices wafting around the kitchen.

It could be the way Oscar calls her mija so easily, like she’s a given, a constant in their family.

It could be the sound of crickets at night, fireflies hovering around the crackling fire pit.

It could be the last vestiges of s’mores clinging to June’s lips when Nora steals a kiss as they sit on the edge of the dock, their feet dangling in the water.

For once, Nora’s content to let the answer stay a mystery.

#cricket writes #bidoofenergy #ficlet fest 500 #rwrb #nora holleran

[frostedpuffs]

trick or treat!

a snippet from something not ppu related!!! wow!! i started writing a little bit of another fic a while ago and haven't touched it in about a year. but i will go back to it eventually, once ppu is finished, since that is my priority rn. once ppu is done, this fic will see the light of day!!

ask box trick-or-treat (fic writer edition)

#ash answers #bidoofenergy

[briseise]

🔎 for the end of year ask meme

end portal book!!!

#dans ma vie #asks #ask game #bidoofenergy

[atthebell]

🌹

Tina runs a hand down her back, more to soothe herself than Bagi, she thinks, and then lets go of her.  “I’m gonna go get it back,” she murmurs, eyes flicking across the seabed and towards a nook under some rocks.  “It’s okay, Tina, I can just–”  “It’s not okay!” Tina sucks in a breath, trying to calm down. “It’s not okay. It could’ve hurt you. I’m going to get it back, because you made it to visit me and that’s– that’s important, that’s special. And because that thing needs to know better than to mess with my– with you.”

snippet from the bagina mer au!!

[🌹 ask game]

#asks #bidoofenergy #ask game answers #bell.doc

[leafcabbage]

hi cabbage! h and s for the ask game?

hi bidoof!!! accidentally typed a 1 instead of ! and my brain autofilled bidoof-150, which i suppose is a ford f-150 driven by bidoofs. anyway

H: How would you describe your style?

ooh thats a hard one. i know one thing i point out in my style is the characters kind of interact with the narration sometimes... its definitely got a lot of stream of consciousness. very character focused i think. i write with my sense of humor for sure because if im not having fun then whats the point? kind of messy, really, but in a fun way? im not good at this lol

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

if there is any reason for a character to be able to purr, they fucking should. i dont think that counts i think thats more of a common fanonization but its the one thing i ALWAYS !!!! agree with fanon on. make that guy a kity.

THANKS FOR THE ASK

#cabbage answers #bidoofenergy #ask game

[canarydarity]

hi worm! for the fic ask meme: i + p?

Hiiiii bidoof <3

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Ohhhhhhh hm. Absolutely. I’d say my guilty pleasure like trope in general is college aus,,, this is a trend of mine across fandoms,,, my absolute favorite fic from EACH of the past 2 fandoms I was in before this were college aus, and we both know how I feel about let’s ditch the dance floor <33

For this fandom specifically though or even more specific to rancher fics I fucking love when people go all in on the headcanon about tango with netherborn instincts around like gifting/pebbling/trinketing etc,,, I LOVE that so much I’ll read any fic ever where Jimmy can’t stop finding little gifts and trinkets tangos leaving everywhere for him

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

I think,,, it depends a little bit on what I’m writing, but overall I’d want to say more of a Gardner, I’m not A Big Planner,,,

For aus and stuff since most of my aus end up based around another piece of already existent media, I’d say it becomes architect, plotting out who goes where and how the plotlines bend to fit new characters and their actions etc. (These be the things I don’t end up writing to completion, however. Most of them just planned out and then mAYBE I’ll write a scene or two,,,)

But the things i write most OFTEN? One shots? They’re usually not planned at all. I’d say most of the time I have like,,, a vibe or a specific feeling I’m working towards/around but the actions of the fic itself and how it works out are unbeknownst to me when I start for the most part. As I sTART writing my brain will end up,,, jumping ahead suddenly understanding where I mean to go so I’ll jot reminders down so I don’t forget but. Overall less planning more trying to convey a feeling and hoping by the end it translates well!!

That’s actually what I tend to worry about most with the usual kinda one shots I post, whether or not the FEELING I was intending to get across did, so I reallly love when people comment on my fics about how they felt reading it and it becomes clear they GOT it :D

[ask meme]

#worm asks #thank youuuu for asking !!! #bidoofenergy

[ace-artemis-fanartist]

12. Easiest part of body to draw

Ears and hands. When I started drawing everyone said hands were the hardest so I was like; "better draw a lot of hands so I'm not afraid to draw hands" and it worked. Love hands.

#bidoofenergy #ask game #arty answers

[kiwiana-writes]

🦮 a snippet for One Too Many please!

One Too Many snippet:

Alex is running late.

This isn't, in and of itself, a rare occurrence. He knows how long it takes him to get ready, and he knows what time he needs to be out the door to make it to school on time, but it's like his brain won't connect those two things in his head. But it means that when he comes skidding into the kitchen, sports bag slung over one shoulder, to find Leo sitting placidly in the kitchen sipping coffee and reading a newspaper, it sets Alex's teeth on edge even more than it normally would.

Still, his mom has asked him to be polite -- more accurately, she said get your goddamn head out of your ass and show some respect, Diaz -- so Alex grunts out "Be back after my game," just before he shoves an apple between his teeth.

Leo's head snaps up. "You have a lacrosse game? Today?"

Alex pauses in the doorway, dropping the apple into one hand. "Uh, yeah. I don't lug all this shit around for fun."

"Can I come?"

That makes Alex turn around, punctuality temporarily forgotten. "To my game? Why?"

[Fake Fic Ask Game]

#ask meme response #fake fic ask game #bidoofenergy #i'm not projecting you're projecting shut up

[tunastime]

hi hi 13. subtle / fever for ethubs?

13. subtle / fever (x) (896 words)

“Hey."

Etho gripped the eastern side of the ship, white knuckled and tense. There was smoke on the horizon, the sun setting behind him. Every noise was doubled, every sensation three times as long. There was a shuddering of a heartbeat in his chest, thudding and thudding and demanding him to pick up the pace even as he stood completely still. He stood, swallowed, and tried to stay present.

It was good. He liked being red. He'd never—if it hadn't been him and Joel, he'd probably never have the chance to stay that way. He'd be dead by next morning, hunted down for sport, killed for being too spooky. Now he had no one to keep safe but himself, and Joel along with that. Joel tugged at his sleeve, snapping his attention over. He was used to it, the emotion clouding his vision. He wore it like a badge, and presented it as a negotiation. It was kind of impressive, in a twisted sort of way.

"Don't let it get to you, yeah?" He said, following Etho's line of sight out to the horizon. "Use that red anger for something productive."

Etho swallowed again, throat full of something sticky.

"I'm gonna go mining," he said, voice thick. Joel nodded. 

He didn't go mining, the lie slipping from his mouth. He mounted his horse and took her to the valley, following the path with a calculated pace and eyes wide. His hand stayed on his sword, and his eyes on the woods. 

He stood outside Bdubs' and Impulse's home, with its cold white walls and decorated garden. Bdubs met his gaze from the window. Only then did he meet Etho outside. There was a distance between them. Many times there would be. It was almost routine.

He watched Bdubs swallow, watched his jaw work around words before he spoke them. His body felt too heavy to move to him, too liquid to shuffle forward and too weighted to meet his eye. There was the same red glint in Bdubs' eye, which was the best part. They were both here, even if he couldn't be with him.

"It's like a fever, isn't it?" Bdubs said, his voice coarse like he was chewing through gravel. "One you can't sweat out."

Etho nodded, staring down at his laces.

"I don't know how Joel does it. It's incredible, and it's unbearable, too."

Etho remembered the look in Bdubs' eye on the other side of the fence gate, the grin ever present, like it would sate something in him just to taste blood. There had always been the same sentence strung between them: they could be the same. Etho could make them the same. Etho could change things.

He never did, though. Maybe that's why he was standing here, part of him transfixed on the notion that he could save them again, a little piece of him begging and dragging him along, stringing together two red threads that shouldn't be tied in this arena and their iterations. Love was not meant for death games, or vice versa. 

"It gets easier," Bdubs said, shrugging his shoulders. Etho hummed, feeling his fingers jump and twitch as he stayed still and pretended not to notice how his nerves stood on edge.

"Does it?"

"You get used to it, is all," Bdubs told him. "Stops feeling like you can't focus your eyes and more like there's a little itch to scratch."

Etho laughed, far too amused to be right for him.

"I don't know if that's better."

Another shrug.

"Helps you deal with the crazies a little."

"I bet."

A silence fell between them, surely tangible if Etho had been willing to reach out and touch it. He coughed and cleared his throat to try and shake the cloistered feeling. It didn't work. Bdubs shuffled his feet in the grass, hands toying with the sleeve of his shirt.

Etho didn't remember why he came here.

"Why'd you come here, Etho?"

"Am I not welcome?"

Bdubs shook his head.

"Not what I said."

"I..." Etho floundered for a moment, hoping something would come to mind, something that wasn't desperate. "I wanted to see if you wanted to team up. You, me, Impulse, and Joel."

Bdubs frowned, not something of displeasure, but confusion. Etho had learned to read the difference a long time ago, before the world turned cruel.

"You sure?" He asked, sounding curious rather than concerned. "That didn't end well for us last time."

Etho stuffed his hands in his pockets. They had begun to shake.

"You can think about it, if you want."

Bdubs nodded.

"I'll think about it, yeah, I'll ask Impulse and see what he thinks."

"You let me know, you know where to find me."

"Sure do, sure do."

"Mhm."

Etho turned away from him, hand tracing the flank of his horse. Bdubs cleared his throat, turning Etho back to him. There was something hopeful in his eye, then, a light Etho only saw when he was planning something excellent or something mischievous.

"Hey, you, uh, you stay safe out there, alright?" He managed. "You keep yourself safe."

Etho smiled, hidden behind his mask but not hidden from his eyes.

"You, too."

Because above all else, he knew what Bdubs wanted from him. He wanted him to be safe, even if he didn't know what the words meant in practice.

#hiiiiiii bidoof :) #i don't know what a ficlet is clearly holy shit #this idea consumed me i think i could write a whole fic describing red life ick #a smidge of smalletho as a treat for you #the pressure to succeed was really on lmao #dlsmp #double life smp #fics #text #the writing thing #ethubs #trafficshipping #ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #asks #also sorry this took so long! #bidoofenergy

[baronetcoins]

☕?

I had a shitty dining hall chocolate chip cookie the other day that just... hit the spot. You know that time where it's not about objective quality, it just happened to be exactly what you were craving at exactly the right time? Best chocolate chip cookie I've had in my life because at that moment I needed that exact cookie. I want another one.

#ask the baronet #bidoofenergy

[jackwolfes]

🫐

[fruits]

🫐 What’s your favorite underrated thing in your fandom? (A ship that only you seem to write for, a character there’s almost no fics about, a trope that criminally hasn’t been written yet, etc.)

kuwei yul bo 😂 like, i love him?? i love him so much and just think he's under utilised as a snarky background character. also there is Loads of trans crows fic on ao3 which is joyful and wonderful but i always think there could be more!! especially trans jesper

also i'm in so many fandoms that are themselves underrated with not that much stuff out there which is a shame bc the world deserves more queen's thief/pulleyverse/a marvellous light/winters orbit fic

#ty friend! #asks #bidoofenergy

[youtastelike-sunlight]

26 for the three songs ask?

26. Three favourite non-English songs

I answered this for @cha-melodius here but here's three more!

Bidi Bidi Bom Bom by Selena - it's such a groove

Whāia Te Māramatanga / Walk Right Up by Ladi6 - this is one of my 'gotta go somewhere earlier than I'd like, let me hype myself up' songs lmao. I'm always in a good mood after listening to it.

Tōrere by Georgia Lines - just an absolutely beautiful waiata

["The Three Songs" ask set]

#three songs asks #bidoofenergy

[atthebell]

trick or treat!

The thing that is not his son tilts its head, the ears of the mooshroom head flopping with its movements.

“Am I not yours?” It writes. “Am I not the same flesh and blood created for you?”

Cellbit isn’t sure he likes that wording. The implication that Richas was made for them, the idea that he wouldn’t love his son in any universe. He’s told his son that a thousand times, but he also knows insecurities like that fester into awful little things, and he’s also sure this creature has latched onto those sentiments like the parasite it is.

From a Montelyson WIP!

#asks #bidoofenergy #trick or treat ask game #bell.doc