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scribbling-dragon · 1 year

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20, team ranchers, limited life? 👉👈

sleep is for the weak

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Jimmy laughs, “Bad Boys don't need sleep!” He crows, “We’re better than sleep!”

“Uh-huh.” He nods along. The picture is beginning to be pieced together, and he’s slightly less worried about Jimmy keeling over and dying, moreso just him keeling over in general. He loves Jimmy, but there is not enough love in the world that would allow him to lug Jimmy’s tall-ass and passed out body somewhere safe so he can sleep when he inevitably passes out.

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“Funny seeing you here,” Jimmy startles as Tango speaks up, wings puffing up as he spins around. Tango watches him, sees the way he’s slightly unsteady on his feet as he turns- just a little too slow to respond to Tango suddenly appearing behind him.

“Tango,” Jimmy says. He can't see his eyes, the sunglasses block that. It’s nighttime, and Jimmy is still wearing sunglasses. Tango understands commitment to the bit, but even this is taking it just slightly too far. He frowns at Jimmy. “What are you doing here?”

Jimmy tilts his head to the side, in his endearingly bird-like way that Tango always finds far too charming for it to be funny. The only thing that makes it less endearing is the fact that Jimmy seems entirely serious in asking him why he’s here…on top of his own base.

“It’s…my base?”

Jimmy continues to watch him. At least, Tango assumes he’s watching him. He can't actually see his eyes behind his sunglasses- which still look really stupid because it’s nighttime and it’s dark and he doubts Jimmy can actually even see anything.

“Oh,” Jimmy looks around, as though he hadn't realised where he was. And this is quickly becoming more and more concerning. “I didn't realise.” Maybe it’s a good thing Jimmy’s wearing sunglasses because it means Jimmy probably can't see his face. Or the worry that is probably incredibly obvious on his face.

“Where did you think you were?” He asks, taking a step closer. Jimmy doesn't take a step back- he doesn't react at all. Which would be more of a cause for concern if it didn't mean that Tango was able to get closer to him. Closer, he can see that Jimmy is shaking, hands trembling as he stands there.

“Don't know,” Jimmy shrugs, looking back at him. “Didn't really think about it.” He’s swaying in place as well, Tango realises, as though he’s about to keel over at any moment. He blanches at that thought- having Jimmy keel over here would not look good for them, and he’s absolutely confident in the fact that Joel and Grian would kill him if Jimmy died here right now.

He presses a hand to Jimmy’s arm, which seems to get his attention at least.

“Jimmy,” he looks into Jimmy’s sunglasses, because he can't see his eyes. “Tell me the truth here, when was the last time you slept?”

Jimmy laughs, “Bad Boys don't need sleep!” He crows, “We’re better than sleep!”

“Yeah,” Jimmy grins, and then leans far too far into the motion and slumps over onto Tango. He winces as Jimmy’s head knocks against his own, blinking away the stars in the vision. He continues to struggle, because Jimmy makes no move to support his own weight.

He’s momentarily worried about Jimmy having passed out on him, and struggles for several moments to pull Jimmy’s sunglasses off so he can look at Jimmy properly. His eyes are still open, though they're half-lidded and just…staring at him.

“Hey,” Jimmy grins up at him- which is a new experience, normally he’s the one smiling up at Jimmy. “Come here often?”

“This is my base.” He can't help the smile that spreads over his face as Jimmy continues to watch him though, even when the staring goes on for long enough that it’s beginning to border on unnerving. “I live here.”

“That’s funny.”

Tango has never seen Jimmy drunk. He reckons it’s not far off of what this is right now.

“Impulse!” He yells over his shoulder, waiting for a few moments for a response. He scowls as Impulse fails to respond. “I know you're there, Impulse, I can hear you talking.” Impulse grumbles at that, but pokes his head out anyway, looking around for a moment before his eyes land on Tango.

He grins, resting his arms on the sand in front of him, upper body just barely poking out of the hole in the island. “Having fun?”

“No,” he grits out. “Jimmy is heavy.”

“Mhm.” Impulse looks like he’s about to burst out laughing. He can hear someone else giggling, quietly. He can hear Skizz even though he’s trying to muffle his laughter.

“Help me,” he grits out. Impulse sighs, incredibly put upon, but heaves himself out anyway, assisting Tango with carrying Jimmy down into their base. Tango sets him down on the bed, going to step away. Jimmy holds on.

“Jimmy,” he tries to tug Jimmy’s hands off. “C’mon.”

“Tango,” Jimmy blinks up at him. “I'm a Bad Boy, no sleep…for Bad Boys.”

“Of course,” Tango nods along, giving up on trying to pry Jimmy off of him. “But can't you sleep, for me?”

Jimmy hums, eyes shutting for several long moments, and Tango almost thinks he’s actually fallen asleep- his eyes blink open again, as though Tango’s thoughts alone woke him up again. “Okay,” Jimmy says, “for you.”

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inaris-mage-of-storms · 7 months

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(A little continuation of Muscle Memory, anyone?)

The day went well, more or less - only one little ol' fire, and it was put out practically right away! Honestly, Tango probably wouldn't even have remembered it happened if not for the way Jimmy's brow furrowed and the corners of his mouth turned down as he frowned at the scorch marks inside the microwave.

"I don't know what happened! I could have sworn I - " Jimmy turned his head and coughed into his elbow. "I really thought the pizza was already in there. Sorry."

"Hey, it's okay!" Tango nudged Jimmy's shoulder with his own. Skizz glanced over from where he was locking the door and flipping the sign to 'closed' before grabbing the mop. "You did amazing. We would have been in so much trouble without you."

He expected Jimmy to smile. He didn't expect the smile to feel so weak, to fail to reach those bright hazel eyes that were usually so determined.

"I could have been a lot faster," said Jimmy. "Forgot what I was doing a couple of times, and that definitely slowed you down. You and Skizz work so hard, and I just - "

Skizz leaned the mop against the wall and took Jimmy's face in both his hands, squishing his cheeks. "You stop that right now! You are an integral part of this kitchen, an excellent chef, and - woah, you're kind of hot, dude, are you okay?"

"Heh." Jimmy's smile was a little more genuine now, but the flush on his face wasn't from Skizz's words. "Bro, right in front of my rancher?"

It was Tango's turn to frown, mentally kicking himself for not realizing sooner that something was up. When Skizz let go, Tango put a hand on Jimmy's forehead, confirming for himself what was wrong. "You should have said something if you weren't feeling well. We could have done without you for a little bit. I mean, not well, because you're a superstar, but we could have managed."

"I'm fine, really," Jimmy insisted. "I'm just a little, tiny bit - um. Maybe a lot bit dizzy." He let his head fall forward onto Tango's shoulder. "Didn't want to be a bother," he mumbled.

"Hoh boy. You wanna get him home while I finish up here, Top?" Skizz looked as worried as Tango felt.

"I can still help clean up!" Jimmy straightened back up, trying to look as alert as possible, but whatever illness was about to hit him was catching up fast now that he didn't have the urgency of a busy restaurant to keep him moving. "I can't leave you to do all the work when you two already do so much more than - "

"Jimmy. You work just as hard as we do, maybe harder," said Tango firmly. "You are not a bother. There isn't much left to do, and Skizz can handle the rest of it just fine, okay? Let us take care of you."

Tango knew from his own experience that telling Jimmy to stop thinking like that would be ineffective. He knew from his own experience that it might take him a while to truly believe the compliments, if he ever did at all - but it didn't matter. Tango would remind Jimmy of his worth a hundred times a day for a hundred years if he had to.

"Okay," said Jimmy in a small voice. "Can - can we get some ginger ale on the way?"

Tango smiled. "Yeah, we can do that. Wanna veg on the couch and watch some bad movies?"

Jimmy nodded, looking absolutely miserable now that he wasn't trying to hide it, and Tango wanted to have him bundled in a blanket ten minutes ago. Skizz shooed them out, assuring Jimmy that he would be fine, honest, he just had to finish the mopping and a couple of dishes and he would be right behind them, and if Jimmy didn't stop fretting and leave right now then he was going to be carried home.

"Gosh, I think he means it," grinned Jimmy, letting Tango take his hand and pull him out of the restaurant.

"Oh, he does," said Tango with his own grin. "Impulse tried the same thing as you, once. And I do mean once. Skizz scooped him up like a sack of potatoes and dumped him in bed. The look on his face was priceless."

His grin faded a little when Jimmy's laugh turned into a cough, and it wasn't long before he had him safely home and tucked against his side while they flipped through TV channels. The restaurant would have to be closed for a few days - Skizz could handle closing up on his own, but running the entire place by himself was too much to ask. Tango was sure Jimmy would insist he was fine on his own, but he wasn't going to hear of it, and he knew Skizz would agree.

"You're not a bother," he whispered against Jimmy's forehead, even though Jimmy had dozed off at least three cheesy plot developments ago. A hundred times a day, if he had to; whatever it took to re-train the muscle memory of Jimmy's self-depreciation into self-worth instead.

}{ Part Three }{

#file: storm writes things #team rancher #jimmy kept coughing on stream since he's still recovering from being sick and i am always a sucker for being comforted while ill in fics #so this is what y'all get today #a little something to tide you over until the next chapter of the canary au comes out tomorrow

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arthropod-concoctions · 9 months

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(AO3 - prev)

Jimmy wasn't in Tumble Town. Instead of the mesa he'd claimed to build his empire in, Jimmy found himself in a snowy field surrounded by gargantuan walls made of blackstone. Had someone pranked him by terraforming his surroundings while he'd been in the game? Probably not; there wasn't enough time for that. He'd been inside the game for five weeks, so that was... about fifteen hours for outsiders. Not nearly enough time to gather enough blackstone to do all this.

I still can't believe I died so early again. To an enderman of all things! Jimmy thought to himself. Well, no point lingering on that now; he'd apologize to Tango the next time they played. Right now he wanted to get out of these walls and see something familiar.

He flew to the top of one of the walls to look around, but he only saw forests, no familiar scenery. He shuffled across the wall to see more-- shuffled, because whoever had dropped him into this snowfield had also put a thick, cumbersome coat on him. It got in the way of his movements and made it very hot, so he began to take it off-

Wait a minute. He was in the middle of a snowfield, yet didn't feel cold at all; in fact, he was getting very warm. Wasn't that a symptom of hypothermia? Suddenly, he noticed that his arms were very pale, unhealthily so.

“Oh no,” he whispered to himself, and put the coat back on. “Right, change of plan: I need to get out of here.” He activated his elytra again, and flew away from the blackstone construction.

He didn't have to fly long to find signs of civilization; he quite quickly came across a large street with many buildings along it. It was deserted, and didn't look like the building style of any other emperors, but Jimmy landed anyways. Then he decided to do something he probably should have done earlier; he checked chat.

Strangely enough, his chat didn't manifest as the book and quill he'd designed, but instead as a small red device. Still, it showed him the most recent messages of the server he'd ended up in:

Tango joined the game

<joehillssays> Howdy Tango, welcome back!

<Cubfan135> Tangooooooo

Tango was here! Jimmy didn't know the other names, but that didn't matter; finding Tango would already be very helpful. He decided to send him a private message; better not to alarm these strangers.

You whispered to Tango: tango

Tango whispered to you: tango

You whispered to Tango: im lost

Tango whispered to you: im lost

You whispered to Tango: where are you

Tango whispered to you: where are you

The fact that his messages to Tango immediately got sent back was worrying. Maybe Tango's chat was bugged, and somehow bouncing messages back instead of showing them to him...? Regardless, Jimmy sent him one more message.

You whispered to Tango: im so sorry about that death btw

Tango whispered to you: im so sorry about that death btw

Unsure of what else to do, Jimmy made his way to a bench and sat down. He was beginning to sweat; would it be safe to take off the coat yet? His arms still didn't have any colour in them, so he decided against it.

After a few minutes of waiting, someone flew past on elytra, noticed Jimmy, and landed in front of him. It wasn't Tango; this was someone wearing a brown sweater, with curled horns jutting out from his blond hair.

“There you are! Why weren't you responding to chat? And what are you in Scarland for?” the stranger asked Jimmy.

Jimmy wasn't sure how to respond; this person didn't seem at all concerned about the fact there was someone new on the server. He decided to get straight to the point: “I think I'm freezing to death.”

“Oh jeez. The deep frost finally got to you, then?” he stepped towards Jimmy, and put his hand on his forehead.

“I mean, you are a little cold, but I thought that was just part of your bit this season,” he said. “You feel, warmer than the last time I high-fived you. And- dude, you're sweating! Tango, buddy, I know hardcore worlds can get intense, but did you forget the difference between hot and cold?”

Jimmy hadn't ever high-fived this man. “I thought getting warm was a symptom of... did you just call me Tango?”

The man's eyes widened slowly. “...Yes? That's your name, silly!”

“No it isn't,” Jimmy said, and frowned. If he got mistaken for Tango, did that mean...?

“Oh. Okay, that's fine, uh... do you remember my name?” he spoke slowly, and had a concerned expression on his face.

“No. Look, dude, I think something went-”

“WHAT!?” the man interrupted Jimmy. “You don't even remember your best friend Zedaph? Okay, you are clearly not feeling well. Take that big coat off, I think you're overheating.”

Jimmy did take the coat off, leaving him with a short-sleeved undershirt. His upper arms were even paler than his hands; they were almost blue. Zedaph took the coat and draped it over the bench they were sitting on.

“Tango, you just lay down for a moment. I'll stay here with you, and I'll call X when he gets online, and then he'll get you checked out, okay?”

Jimmy started to lay down, then changed his mind. “No, I feel fine, but dude, I'm not Tango. My name's Jimmy, and me and Tango were-”

“Ah-bah-bah-bah, don't get so worked up, just get some rest,” Zedaph interrupted him, and pushed him flat onto the bench. He was surprisingly strong; or maybe Jimmy was just lighter than he was used to. Zedaph sat down on the bench next to him, and began writing something down, muttering to himself: “Okay, symptoms: amnesia, weird body temperature, talking in a London accent for some reason...”

Jimmy sighed, and laid down. How had he ended up in this situation?

---

One moment Bigb was rushing up the stairs of the Box, trying to help Ren. The next he was... sitting in his lap?

When he turned his head to see Ren's be-sun-spectacled face right next to his own, he immediately jumped up. He also squealed, which would've been embarrassing if not for the sound Ren made, which was louder and lasted much longer.

“He-hey, Ren! Fancy seeing you here,” Bigb said to Ren, trying to sound casual. He had not expected to see him again; he'd expected to end up back on BasicCraft with Tom. Maybe this was the afterlife? He was pretty sure Scott had mentioned an afterlife some other time.

“What sorcery is this!?” Ren responded, not sounding casual in the slightest. “Why- How is there an impostor of the king in thine own throne room?”

“Impostor? Aw, I thought you liked the matching dog ears,” Bigb replied, scratching his own ears. Yep, still furry. Then, noticing the small crown on Ren's head and the throne he was sitting on, he added: “Wait, are we doing this again? Uh, my lord.”

“Well, of course I like the ears. But-” Ren paused, and tilted his head at Bigb. “Ah, I see. You are my old self. My PEASANT self! Oh, how it doth pain me to see this reminder of how I once was... BEGONE!”

“Wow,” Bigb said. “Rude.” He'd remembered Ren having a dramatic flair as king, but he was fairly certain he'd been nicer last time.

“I am the king, and I can be rude to whomever I doth wisheth! Now leave me, I must ponder!”

Well, two could play at that game. “You know what?” Bigb said. “You look stupid in that big cape.”

Ren's face dropped, and Bigb saw him shrink down into his throne. “Oh,” he said, much quieter than before. He looked utterly crushed by Bigb's remark.

Bigb stuck out his tongue at him, and turned around to leave... but Ren's sad face made him feel bad. So he turned back around and said: “I'm sorry, my lord. That was mean.”

“Yes... yes, I'm sorry as well,” Ren replied, wiping a tear out of his eye. “I should not be so rude to my own image... but I can make it up to you!”

“You can?”

“Yes! From this point onwards, I declareth thee... the royal stunt double! If ever I need a vacation from ruling, or I get a bad haircut or something, I will calleth upon you to take my place for a meeting or two.”

Bigb raised an eyebrow. “And what's in it for me?”

“Huh? You... you'll have a position in the royal court of King RentheKing! That is the greatest honor in all of Hermitcraftia!” Ren called out, spreading his arms wide.

“Right, of course, of course,” Bigb responded, then scratched his ear again. “...Are you sure I look enough like you for that though? I mean, we don't even have...” he trailed off, as he took a good look at his own arm for the first time since getting here. Why on earth was he white?

“Yes, of course, you are my splitting image! Come, stand beside me,” Ren ordered, so Bigb approached him again and stood next to his throne. Ren grabbed his chat and turned on the camera.

“Look, our faces are identical! As soon as you don some proper royal garb, no one will tell the difference.” Sure enough, the screen showed two Rens: one with a crown and cloak, and one with the floral shirt Ren wore at the start of Double Life.

“Oh. Yeah, that makes sense,” Bigb said slowly, staring at the screen. “I have no questions about this at all.”

---

Martyn felt the characteristic thud of getting dropped into a new world, and opened his eyes to see he was laying in a flat field of grass.

“Are we going again already? Surely not, it's been like thirty seconds since the last game. I didn't even hear the rules this time,” he said to himself. He got up, and immediately saw that wherever he was, it was not at the start of a Life game. Giant rectangular pillars loomed before him, and he turned around to see two huge seahorse statues. He also noticed he wasn't wearing his own clothes; instead he was wearing a dark blue dress, and his limbs were pale green and felt numb.

He was undead like Cleo, and was wearing a dress like Cleo's. “If this is some kind of punishment for being mean to my soulmate earlier, it's-”

his statement to nobody in particular was interrupted by the sound of fireworks nearby. Martyn immediately whirled around to find the source-- was someone coming at him with a firework crossbow?

It almost seemed that way when an explosion of green and yellow lights in his peripheral vision made him jump; but the person who emerged from the explosion was unarmed. They looked a bit like Skizz, but with a significantly more eccentric fashion sense. They smiled at Martyn.

“Howdy Cleo, welcome back! How was the death game?” they said in a voice that sounded nothing like Skizz's.

Oh, so that's the game we're playing, Martyn thought. It was best to stay under the radar until he'd figured out what was going on, he thought; so he decided to play along.

“Oh you know... you know how it is with death games,” he replied, talking slower than usual, hoping to mimic Cleo's voice. It seemed to work, as Cleo's friend didn't look suspicious of him.

“Not really. It's been a little while since I did one. Maybe I should ask Grian to invite me next time,” they said. “Anyway, I'm about to go mine out some nether tunnels, do you want to help?”

“No. I'm gonna go... recover for a bit,” Martyn said. The more he was alone, the longer before someone caught on to the fact he wasn't actually Cleo. It's a good think we have similar accents at least, he thought.

“Okay, see you around!” the stranger responded, then used a pull-string firework rocket and elytra to take off into the sky. Martyn watched them fly away for a few seconds, then turn around and go back towards him.

“By the way, Cleo, I have a lot of blackstone now, so if you ever need any for your builds, just tell me and I'll give you some, alright?”

“Yeah, alright. Look, can you just-” Martyn was interrupted by the sound of yet another person flying in using elytra. He turned around and saw Scar landing on the ground and walking towards him, leaning on his cane. This was someone he knew-- he wasn't sure whether that was better for him or worse.

“Howdy Scar! Did you have fun in the death game?” Cleo's friend said, while grabbing a totem of undying from their inventory. That worried Martyn; he really didn't want to end up in the middle of a fight right now.

“Hi Joe,” Scar said to them. Then he turned to Martyn: “Look, Martyn, something's gone horribly wrong, as you can probably tell-”

“Who's Mahrtyn?” Cleo's friend-- Joe, apparently-- interrupted.

“This is,” Scar responded, gesturing at Martyn. “Wait, did he not... had you not told Joe?”

Martyn didn't respond. Well, there goes that plan, he thought. Joe stared ahead for a moment, squinting, then a smile broke across their face and they turned to Martyn.

“Oh my gosh, Cle- Martyn, that's amazing! I'm so happy for you! Is it okay if I call Quinn?”

Martyn didn't know who Quinn was, but evidently Scar did. “No, Joe, that's not what I-” he started to say, before breaking down into laugher. It was a loud cackle, very un-Scar-like; and Martyn suspected he knew why.

Joe's smile faded. “...What?” they said accusingly. “Did I not understand this correctly? Also, Scar, why are you British now?”

When British Scar had recovered slightly from his laughing fit, he said: “No, Joe, listen- first of all, I'm not Scar, I'm Grian. Somehow we all got swapped into each other's bodies when coming back from Double Life. So this isn't Cleo at all, this is Martyn.”

“Oh, okay,” Joe said. Then they blinked and said to Martyn: “Wait, no, cancel that. You mean you aren't my good friend Cleo?”

Martyn sighed. “No, sorry dude.” At this point, pretending otherwise would only make things worse. Martyn held out his hand-- or rather, Cleo's hand-- to Joe. “I'm Martyn, nice to meet you.”

Joe stood still for a second, thinking, then shrugged and took it. “It's a pleasure,” he replied. “Welcome to Hermitcraft, I guess.”

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#arthropod writes #double life smp #double life fic #jimmy solidarity #zedaph #bigbst4tz2 #renthedog #rentheking #martyn inthelittlewood #joe hills #the swap au

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aquaquadrant · 3 months

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Deciding to live write (react) (?) this as I'm reading this new chapter (two parts WOW, double the angst) (so part one out of two, hope that's cool). If something happens my therapist WILL be hearing about you.

The title already I'm sobbing /pos

I HATE THE WATCHERS SO MUCH OMMMGGGGG, leave them aLONE

It's very Jimmy to not like crying, I love to see it. I love when fanfic writers don't like him crying, ty.

Tango :( The RANCH, it was THEIRS, my HEART These Watchers ugghhHHHH Jimmy immediately defending Tango, please nothing else happen to them, PLEASE

Every time the watchers speak, my want to punch them grows The explanation paragraph, ugh something about it, how Jimmy doesn't immediately try to blame Tango, or just understands it well. Just bjhebwg

Bdubs being so worried for Tango, please, JUST LET THEM BE HAPPY

JIMMY DEFENDING TANGO NUMBER TWO, hate me them

Watchers ugghhe

HERMITCRAFTING BEING HIS HOME UGH IM JUST POINTING OUT EVERY LITTLE DETAIL BECAUSE THEY'RE ALL SO

DELIGHTFUL, I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE SO MUCH

Okay, therapy time <3 (yes I did actually read this before my therapy appointment, this was /srs and not /j)

Therapy break over, BACK TO ANGST

Awww, Jimmy not believing Tango is evil. Love to see it.

UH OH, NOT THE TIMMY ALLUSION

Nvm not alright, Watchers need to Watch their mouths

"Pity is a suitor that won’t take a hint, no matter how many times Jimmy turns it away." Is SO good???? Excuse me??? Pity x Jimmy real ship of the htp au?? /j

Maybe I hate the watchers more than I hate Atlas, hm.

I like that they all still keep an air of lighthearted-ness about, even with Tango in such critical condition, they still are friends :)

Jimmy being okay with a scar to the face if it means Tango doesn't have to unnecessarily respawn :( /pos

This description of Tango has me thinking about that kinda old drawing that lunarcrown did of Tango back when he was chained up. Like, it's literally the first post that shows up when clicking on the chronological timeline, yeah that one, it reminds me of that one.

UGGGHHHH THE HAND ON THE CHIN GETTING A RESPONSE, NO, BAD AQUA, BAD. SOMETHINGS ARE BETTER LEFT OFF IN THE ASKS RESPONSES

WATCHERS ARE NOT HELPING (x2)

Still love Jimmy calling for SOS, like yes, smart move. I wish we could've seen what it was like for the other DL to see chat and immediately go "oh shit ???" and then see the SOS and go "OH SHIT ???"

I love Impulse <3

Ooooo, getting some more cases of this fantasy (racism? Bigotry? Bad stuff) worldbuilding

"I don’t believe that just being from there would automatically make someone evil." Nature vs nurture <3 Maybe all Bravo needed was two minutes with Impulse god DAMN

Sleepy time <3

Okay, don't like the Watchers, but the "Round two!" was funny, I'll give em that

"(You cannot sleep, there are monsters nearby.)" I- I- STOP I CAN'T LAUGH BUT OMFG

Rancher :((((((

HIS RANCHER

Let me at these Watchers, LET ME AT EM

Ugh, disassociation. As someone who's dealt with this during panic attacks, it totally tracks and breaks my heart :(

These Watchers gotTA BACK OFF, LEAVE TANGO ALONE GOD DAMN

No way Tango is tryna pull the "I'm fine" card rn, AFTER ALL THAT LMAO

Jimmy is very pretty TO ME

The collar dampening Tango's fire, metaphorically and literally, is just ugh. What's more is Jimmy likes Tango's fire, he likes the warmth Tango produces physically, and he likes the sparks of creativity and burning passion of Tango's metaphorically. And they took it away! Both ways to Sunday!!!

Na because crying on someone is such an intimate gesture. To let your heart pour out of you, no one does that to just anyone. What makes this even more important is how Jimmy cried on Tango's shoulder last chapter, and now Tango's crying on Jimmy's shoulder this chapter. They are each other's soulmate, they are their each other's ranchers. They are so important to one another and soo ughguew

Not gonna cuss this Watcher out, I'll let this sweet dreams comment slide for now.

Oooo, a peak into how they reacted to everyone joining. AND we get a look at Atlas' full username <3 Love it.

Wait Tyrannicide and Phantonym joined too?? Huh, thought as scientists they would've stayed behind. Cool to know!

I can see now why you needed all those usernames lol.

JOEL THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO LAUGH DAMNIT

Hmmm, love Scar immediately jumping into action. Oop and ofc the two scientists head out first lmao

ATLAS, WHEN I CATCH YOU ATLAS, NOT BIGB NOOOO

ATLAS, WHEN I CATCH YOU ATLAS, NOT PEARL NOOOOO

Actually really funny that ATLAS got the most kills from the Hels cast. Like, damn, pop off???? Man did more work than the ppl hired to actually do the dirty work lmao.

Wonder how difficult it was to keep up with all the names, who died then got back in, who killed who, etc.

Oop, Jimmy also noting Atlas is smarter than the average bear.

This whole paragraph talking about Bravo, yes Jimmy, drag that man. Loving how he immediately is like "dude is just like a hels player" and scoffing at the nerve of Bravo to claim to be his actual soulmate. Yes.

Head in hands, Watchers about to catch these hands.

Tango immediately wanting to get this all over with hurts. Damn, wonder if he just wants to get it over with cause he thinks they all want him gone.

"I mean, everyone knows I’m a vicious monster but I don’t have to look it, right?" UGH, Aqua you're lucky I already did my therapy time BEFORE this part, UGGGHHHHHH. I need to go back rq just to tell her this god DAMN

Welp, on to act two! Thank you so much for the wonderful reading material :)

TLDR: I hate the Watchers with a burning passion.

-🍌

what’s this?? a DETAILED LIVE BLOG of my writing for ME to read??? don’t mind if i do…

ok first off, thank you SO MUCH for taking the time to write down ur thoughts and share them with me. it’s truly one of the greatest joys of being an author, and the closest i can get to experiencing my writing as if i wasn’t the one who wrote it. NOW let’s get into it…

the overarching watcher hate is so justified and hilarious, they really just exist to be the most obnoxious and toxic livestream chat ever. at least, the ones who hang around jimmy are LMAO

AHA i’m glad u liked the part abt jimmy not liking to cry, i’ve been told he’s got a bit of a prideful streak in other series that didn’t come thru as much in his double life run, so that was a little nod to it.

the ranch could not escape its destiny of being tragically burned down 🫡

(omg the therapy appointment interlude. i remember when i’ve had to pause while reading a fic to address real life business and now someone’s doing that for MY writing…. :’))) i hope the appt went well!)

this chapter was a lovely opportunity to really show jimmy stepping up for tango, with both verbal and physical reassurance. he may not know everything abt the hels situation but he knows he loves tango <3

AND YEAH YEAH THAT FIRST ART MEL DID. definitely throwing back to that w tango’s disassociated state and the collar. nice catch ;0

the chin-hand response was another throw back to old mel art, isn’t that fuuuun? ;000

IMPULSE WAS THE MVP OF THIS CHAPTER 💪😤👏

ok the watchers do get their funny moments in here and there HAH

phantonym and tyrannicide did come along! they might be scientists, but they’re as nasty as any hels player (dr l8r_h8r did, in fact, stay home to monitor the portal. he’s kinda over the whole ‘violence’ nonsense.) tango actually targeted them first bc of their lab coats.

and YUP i got a lotta good username ideas from those suggestions. and it WAS very difficult to keep track of them all thru the chat backlog. i don’t know how long i spent going thru each player’s sequence of events, one by one, JUST to make sure i hadn’t forgotten to have someone die for the last time, or show up again without a new join message.

and unfortunately for jimmy he made the classic error of “typo in the group chat.” joel did what he had to 🫡 (buuuut once he saw how serious the situation was, he decided not to push it anymore)

atlas is a clever bastard and i love that yall love to hate him 🙏 he saw a virtual ocean of wolves storming down the hill and was like “ok clearly i’m not dealing with that, so let’s see where my efforts can be better spent.” the hired grunts don’t possess that kind of critical thought 🎻

i’m SO glad you enjoyed it!! thank you again for this lovely feedback <3

#hels to pay au #HTP ask

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Deserved

Summary: Jimmy feels like a burden and undeserving of being in The Bad Boys.

Warnings: self-deprecation, anxious thoughts, and feeling unloved

Word Count: 1591

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Jimmy looked back at the half ruined mansion behind him before continuing on. Night had fallen and most, if not everyone, was asleep. Times like these were the only times they were able to rest without the worry of someone coming after them. Not that many people had to worry right now. The early stages of the life series were always the most relaxed and with even more lives to spare this time around, it seemed even more so.

So why wasn’t Jimmy taking advantage of this time to get some sleep? Well, the fact of the matter was he couldn’t. He felt tired but no matter how much he tossed and turned, his own thoughts kept him awake. So he decided he needed to go for a little walk.

He found a little clearing among the dark forest and lit it up before sitting on a rock near the center. He took a deep breath.

He loved being part of the bad boys. It was a fun little group, him, Grian, and Joel.

But…did he really deserve a place in their group?

No. The answer was no.

The game had barely begun and he already felt like he was holding the others back. Just like with Scott. Just like with the Southlands. Just like with-

“I had a feeling I would find you out here.” The sudden voice cut through Jimmy’s thoughts and he screamed, jumping in his seat. Turning, he saw Tango walk out of the trees, laughing at having scared him.

“Tango! You can’t just do that!” Jimmy cried, placing a hand on his chest to calm his heart rate down.

“Sorry, sorry.” Tango laughed, though he did at least seem a bit sorry. Jimmy huffed before taking in the circumstances.

“Wait, how did you know I would be out here?” Jimmy asked. Him and Tango hadn’t spoken much since the game started. Just one instance where Jimmy had hit him with a pickaxe when trying to get away with Joel.

Tango sat down next to him and shrugged. “I don’t know. Just a feeling.” Jimmy hummed but understood well enough. Ever since double life, it seemed the soulbounds never quite broke all the way. They no longer felt each other's pain, of course, but there were…feelings. Echoes. None of them knew how to explain it but none of them did anything about it. It was kind of nice, to still be connected in some way.

“So, why are you out here? Shouldn’t you be getting some rest for the next session?” Tango asked and Jimmy sighed, having dreaded the question. He glanced back toward the mansion before looking down.

“Tried. Couldn’t sleep.” Jimmy said, keeping his answers short and not necessarily untrue. But Tango wasn’t deterred.

“Come on rancher, you can tell me.” Tango said softly. “We might not be teamed this series but I’m still here for you.”

Jimmy hated Tango for knowing how to get him to open up. But he also loved him for the same reason. Jimmy slunk deeper into himself, eyes still trained on the floor.

“I’m not good enough to be on a team with Grian and Joel.” Jimmy said and there it was, out of his head and into the open.

“What? Did they tell you that?” Jimmy could feel the heat coming off of Tango in waves all of a sudden and Jimmy shot up and put his hands up in an attempt to calm Tango’s anger.

“No! No! They haven’t said anything like that.” At least not to his face. He wouldn’t blame them if that was what they thought though.

Tango’s anger cooled, as did his flames, but now he looked confused. “Then why do you think that?”

Jimmy shrugged and looked back down. “Because it’s true? Grian and Joel have always been good at this game, always making it near the end or even winning in Grian's case. But I’m…well, everyone knows about my curse. How I’m always the first one out. How I…always drag people down with me.” He said that last part with a glance towards Tango. “I mean, it was my fault we were out first last time. You were doomed the second the game paired us together.”

There was silence, to the point where Jimmy would have thought Tango left if not for being able to feel the heat coming off his rancher. But he could and he was still there. Just…silent.

“Jimmy.” Tango spoke after what felt like hours. “Can you look at me?” Jimmy hesitated for only a moment before looking up and meeting Tango’s eyes. “There we go.” Tango smiled but the expression turned more serious a moment later. “It was not your fault.”

Jimmy frowned. “But-”

“Nope, let me finish talking.” Tango cut him off, not unkindly, and Jimmy closed his mouth, letting Tango continue. “It was not your fault. Us dying last season was not your fault. You aren’t cursed Jimmy, I don’t care what anyone else says. You deserve to have a good team. You deserve people who care about you.”

Jimmy tried to swallow but his throat felt dry. Tears pricked the corner of his eyes. “I don’t feel like I do.” And it was, unfortunately, true. Even with Tango being so nice to him back in double life and now, his time throughout Empires rings in his ears like a broken song. He knows it's all just jokes and for lore and all of that. He knows that. But… “I don’t think I have in a long time.”

“Jimmy…” He felt a hand cup his cheek and lift his head so he now met Tango’s eyes. He hadn’t even realized he had wandered away from them. “You do. You deserve just as much as anyone else. You were never a burden to me and you aren’t a burden to Grian and Joel either.”

Jimmy blinked and thought back to earlier in the day. Joel hadn’t hesitated to keep Jimmy with him once they met up. And Grian had said nothing about it either when he joined them. In fact, Jimmy felt happy when thinking back. They had fun being The Bad Boys.

But his happiness soon turned to anxiousness and dread. Because he didn’t deserve it.

“I feel like I've always been a burden to them especially.” Jimmy spoke softly.

“Jimmy, you idiot. Why on earth would you believe that?” Another sudden voice, not Tango’s, exclaimed. Jimmy once again found him jumping in surprise and turning to find Joel in the clearing. Not far behind him was Grian. They both looked…more than a little concerned.

“How-How long have you two been there?” Jimmy stammered out, suddenly feeling ashamed for how they found him.

“Long enough.” Grian said, and oh, Jimmy hadn’t seen him look like that since after 3rd life. Grian glanced over to Tango. “Thanks for letting us know.”

Jimmy blinked and then looked back at Tango. “Wait, you…?”

Tango nodded, an apologetic smile on his face. “Yeah, I messaged them a few minutes ago. Sorry rancher, but I've told you all this before. You need to hear it from them now.”

Footsteps came up behind him and a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder. “We’ve got it from here. Thanks, Tango.” It was Joel.

“Anytime.” Tango said and then met Jimmy’s eyes again. “I mean it.” Tango stood up and at the same time, Jimmy was also led to stand, Joel’s hand never leaving his shoulder. The grip was gentle but unmoving.

Tango left, as silently as he had come and Jimmy was led in the opposite direction, back toward their base. They were all silent as they made their way back, which only made Jimmy feel worse. What if Tango was wrong? What if they were about to kick him out of The Bad Boys?

As soon as they made it back up to the roof, however, Jimmy was suddenly pulled into a hug from both Joel and Grian. “We’re so sorry Tim.” Grian said, his voice muffled from having his face pressed into Jimmy’s shirt. “We’re so sorry we ever made you feel like you didn’t deserve anything.”

“You’re not a burden.” Joel spoke. “Not here, not on Empires, not ever.”

Jimmy couldn’t keep it in any longer. He broke down, falling to his knees and taking Grian and Joel down with him. But they didn’t seem to mind. They just held on tighter. And Jimmy held them back.

They were there for what felt like hours but eventually they made it back to their beds, which they had pulled together. Jimmy laid in the middle, hugged by Grian and Joel on either side. He felt a lot better. Not all the way. But better.

“We still have a lot to talk about.” Grian murmured, not wanting to talk too loud, as if he would break the peace if he did.

“I know.” Jimmy said.

“Us too, on Empires.” Joel said in the same tone.

“I know.” Jimmy said, with a bit more of a wince. But if this moment taught him anything, it was that he needed to speak more openly about his feelings. Lest he find himself dug into the anxiety ridden, self-deprecating hole he found himself in earlier.

And if this moment taught Grian and Joel anything, it was that they needed to be much more open about their love for their friend.

“We love you Jim, please don’t forget that.”

And Jimmy, for the first time in a long time, believed that to be true.

#limited life #life series #trafficblr #jimmy solidarity #tangotek #grian #joel smallishbeans #hurt/comfort #fic #my fic #the bad boys #platonic #jimmy solidarity angst

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cc-coffee-writes · 9 months

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Okay.. so I know I've not posted in a few days soo. I'm just gonna drop this argument scene from a kinda among us au I'm working on and... imma just run

K bye hope you enjoy!

(This does have character shipping.)

TW vauge talk of death/killing

Word Count: 879

"Hey Etho." Impulse looks past Skizz's shoulder. Skizz turns around and sees Tango and Etho.

Skizz looks at the two, he can feel possessiveness and anger wafting off of them, somewhat overwhelming him.

"Impulse, Skizz." Tango says. His voice is even, but Skizz is willing to bet that it's taking a lot of will for him not to let the anger that he felt show.

"So I was told by Grian and Martyn that you two were asked by them to stick close to Jimmy." Etho says nonchalantly. Skizz leans against the wall and taps on it twice, a signal to Impulse that something's off.

"We did, and we agreed," Impulse crosses his arms and shifts towards Skizz. "Ya know it's pretty scary what happened, and the two are just worried about their brother. I'm a little honored that they trust us enough to even ask. I mean that's kind of a big thing, a big sign of trust don't you think?" Impulse says like normal, though Skizz can see him looking at them with a tactical eye.

"Yeah, but we'll, since I'm Jimmy's Senior officer I'm just a little confused why they asked you… but I guess it is a trust thing." Etho looks Impulse in the eye as he talks.

Skizz glances at Impulse, he keeps eye contact with Etho.

"If you have something to say Etho just say it we're all friends here right?" Impulse says. Skizz looks at Tango and sees his eyes flash a bright red.

'Uh oh.' Skizz thinks. He taps four times, company it signals to Impulse.

Skizz watches as Tango steps forward. "I have something to say, why did they ask you two? Etho is his Senior officer and technically a co-captain. I am someone that Jimmy trusts and a Senior officer. Jimmy is safer with us."

Etho breaks eye contact with Impulse to speak with Tango. Skizz glances up at Impulse, who has his eyebrows raised. It's his way of asking for permission, Skizz nods yes.

"I think what Tango is trying to say is that we believe that Jimmy would be safer with us." Etho looks Impulse I'm the eye again.

Impulse just laughs a little and looks around to double check that the four are alone. He looks at Etho in the eye and walks forward stopping a step away from Etho.

"Why? Because you two aren't planning on killing Jimmy first?" Impulse flashes his golden eyes with a raised eyebrow.

Skizz walks up behind him on the same side as Tango. He puts an arm on Impulse's shoulders and leans against his partner.

Skizz senses the confusion coming from them and laughs. "Oh come on, you didn't think you two were the only duo on board did you? Because we did." He says joking a little.

Impulse glances at Tango whose confusion has overwritten his anger. "I have to say I don't know if it's smart or stupid to kill X first. It was definitely a choice." He looks Etho in the eyes, "but since we aren't planning on killing Jimmy he will be safest with us. I'm sorry if your planned alibi is messed up now." A small growl from Etho makes him pause.

Skizz starts talking not letting the other two get a word in. "But me and Dop here can take care of Jimmy and Bdubs. If you get my drift." Skizz says, stating their claims. He looks Tango in the eyes flashing the bright gold that comes with being mates to Impulse.

"Now listen here you jerks." Tango takes a step forward making Skizz step back to keep the distance between them. "You better keep you stupid blue mits off of them, do you understand my drift?"

Etho flashes his bright red eyes at Impulse. They both know that this could not end well, and both do not want that.

Impulse sighs with annoyance causing it to come out with a low growl. "You two also want to claim them." Impulse states. Etho nods.

After a second Impulse steps back from Etho and turns around to see the stare off between Skizz and Tango.

"Come on Tango Top." Skizz smirks. "We can make an agreement to finish this ship."

Tango growls and turns around to his partner. "I am not sharing my mates, Etho." He says as Skizz laughs at Tango pouting like a child.

"Tango we will just let it be Jimmy's and Bdubs decision once we finish this ship." Etho says trying to be smart about it all.

"Yeah and they'll go with the superior choice of me and Dipple Dop." Skizz says laughing a little.

Impulse looks at Skizz, "Don't." He says to Skizz unamused as Tango looks at Skizz growling.

Etho sighs and walks up behind Tango and rests his chin on Tango leaning down a little. "Tango calm down. We can deal with this later, spitfire." Etho wraps his arms around Tango in a grounding gesture.

Skizz raises his chin in a challenge. No one moves, the tension rising until they hear steps coming their way.

Skizz moves over to Impulse. Tango snaps out of it as Etho taps his hand three times, a signal that has calmed Tango down since before being with him, then moves away from him.

#cc coffee writes #hermitshipping #hermitblr #hermitcraft #traffic smp #trafficshipping #trafficblr #skizzpulse #solidaritek #impdubs #solidango #whats the rest of the ship names??#ethdubs #i might nickname this the 'among aus' lol #tw mention of death #team ranchers #tangtho

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wren-kitchens · 2 years

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aftermath

i wanted to try smth so have this lol

jimmy can’t stop staring at it.

the fire was extinguished hours ago, and any lingering smoke is long gone. but with the fire, the ranch was eaten away. it lies in splinters and scorched stones over the grass, in piles at the bottom of the house.

tango’s anger burnt bright but quick, and whilst he is still fuming, he’s running around the rest of the ranch, tidying what he can and healing the animals. jimmy, however, has been sitting on the damp grass and staring at the remains of their tower.

his hair smells like smoke, his hands are red and raw with burns from when he restrained tango and he is covered in ash and soot. his whole body is trembling from the cold and his wings are wrapped around him in an attempt to warm him up.

but he can’t stop thinking. because however much tango tries to deny it, it’s all jimmy’s fault. he stole scar’s horse. he knew how scar gets his revenge — he’s always enjoyed some not-so-light arson — and he still took his horse. now their home is burnt down, and it’s his fault.

and he hates the fact he’s sitting here, in the grass, staring at the ruins and unable to move, to help. because it shouldn’t be tango doing all this, it should be him. and he wants to get up, to move, to help. but he can’t. so he stays, and sits, and stares and thinks.

after some time, maybe minutes, maybe hours, tango walks over to him and sits determinedly down next to him. there’s a slight sizzle as his hot skin vaporises the water in the grass around him.

jimmy doesn’t move, but something inside him warms slightly when tango’s tail wraps around his waist. it’s a thing tango does unconsciously when he wants to hug someone but doesn’t know if he should.

“hey.” tango says after a moment. “all the cows are alright. and scar didn’t even take his horse back.”

that damn horse. all this, and he didn’t even take the goddamn horse. typical.

there’s a pause, as jimmy tries to remember how to make his vocal chords work again.

“i’m s-sorry.” when he speaks, his voice is horse and hardly recognisable as his own. he inhaled a lot of smoke.

“what are you sorry for?” tango asks, smiling as if it’s something to be amused about.

“I- I started all.. this mess.” jimmy says. it hurts to speak. tango lifts a hand to his own throat. “I st-stole his horse. I knew he’d- he’d retaliate. but I did it anyway.”

tango laughs lightly. “oh come on, there’s no way you’re blaming yourself for all of this?” he takes jimmy’s hand gently, so he doesn’t hurt the burns on them. “it’s just another one of those things, isn’t it? it’s double life, this stuff happens all the time.”

“but it- it could have happened to anyone else.” jimmy says. “I brought it do-down on our own heads.”

“alright, if I say that it’s all your fault, what will happen?” tango says. “you’ll continue to beat yourself up and feel like you always cause problems. which isn’t true, so don’t even start.”

tango moves closer to jimmy, his body heat warming him up.

“god, you’re freezing.” tango says, apparently noticing for the first time that jimmy is shivering. “look, come here.” he wraps his arms around him in a sort of hug. jimmy can’t help but accept it, feeling both his exterior and interior warm up, if just a little.

“you’re- you’re warm.” jimmy says, moving his wings around the two of them so he can hug tango back. way to state the obvious, but it’s all he can think right now.

“yeah, I mean that’s my thing.” tango grins. “i’ve made sure the animals are okay— none of them were even touched by the fire.”

“i’m sorry.” jimmy repeats. “you shouldn’t have had to do that all on your own.”

“oh, i don’t mind.” tango smiles. “besides, you needed a minute.” he pulls jimmy closer, and a knot of worry melts in his chest. “are you okay?”

“I just.. can’t quite believe it’s gone.” jimmy says, voice wavering. “I mean, you put all that work into it and now it’s..” he trails off, gesturing helplessly at the ruins of their ranch.

“hey.” tango shifts to the side so he can face jimmy better. “I built it once, I can build it again. don’t worry your fluffy little butt about it.”

tango has started calling jimmy ‘fluffy’ since he found out how soft his wings are. it coaxes a smile out of him.

“there we go.” tango says gently, looking so genuinely pleased to see jimmy smile it makes his chest feel warm.

“I guess it was my turn.” jimmy says, reminded of tango’s outburst earlier and how jimmy had calmed him down.

“I guess it was.” tango agrees. “i’m not complaining though. we got to cuddle.”

“you always want to cuddle.” jimmy manages a weak laugh. “don’t even try to deny it, your tail is already wrapped around me.”

tango’s face turns slightly pink. “ah. I- uh. I need to sort that out..” he says, embarrassed.

“but it’s sweet.” jimmy protests.

“oh, shut up.” tango says, unable to hold back a smile. “i’m glad you’re feeling better.”

jimmy smiles back. “thank you for helping me.” he leans his head on tango’s shoulder.

tango kisses the top of his head. “you’re welcome.”

#rancher duo #team rancher #double life #double life ficlet

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siriannatan · 1 year

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First One Out (again) - ScfWhimmy

So latest Limited Life Friday and I decided to make a little sort of comfort thing.

Contains Spoilers if you have not watched Limited Life 7 yet.

Scott needed to find Jimmy. So after a slightly rude goodbye, Scott rushed away back to the between server area for the Empires crew as soon as he could after the session ended. He didn't even really care how much time those last kills left him with. He needed to drown Jimmy in affection.

"Jimmy? Love?" he called, barely past the door. He quickly spotted Jimmy's leather jacket carelessly dropped on the floor halfway to the bedroom. It was a bit hard for Jimmy to put it on on his own with the wings in the way, same with taking it off but it didn't look like it ripped. Unlike the first three jackets, he got for the Bad Boys bit. With a sigh, Scott tossed it to the couch and went to check the bedroom.

There he found a messy file of golden wings and several blankets, shaking and mumbling. Scott bit back any words he had and carefully sat next to the pile that was Jimmy's attempt at hiding and with a shaking hand started to pet his wings.

"How was the rest..." Jimmy asked before Scott could decide what to say. He was never good at comforting.

"Well, Skizz side and I killed Joel at the very end of it, I'm not even sure how much time I have left, I just ran here once we were done, barely said any goodbyes," Scott said not stopping petting Jimmy's wings even for a second. "fWhip's still in his Hardcore world?" maybe he could distract Jimmy by talking about fWhip?

"I guess so, he wasn't home when I came back and he's not on Empires, I checked," Jimmy sniffed as he sat up. "Can we call fWhip and ask if he could maybe come back sooner?" he asked as all the blankets fell down around him.

"Of course," Scott smiled, glad Jimmy wasn't feeling too down and messaged fWhip. He didn't even wait for an answer before rearranging the whole 'nest' their bed seemed to always turn into and pulled Jimmy into cuddles. Who cared if they still needed a shower after several hours of death game. Jimmy needed and wanted cuddles and Scott was not about to say no to him.

And that's how, not even twenty minutes later, fWhip found them. Dirty and bloody, cuddled among a pile of pillows and blankets. "Not even a quick shower before jumping into the bed?" he asked but wasted no time joining them. His dragon instincts were happy to see his mates in their nest but at the same worried about their state. He had to check if they were okay first.

"I died first again," Jimmy whined and fWhip wasted no time on taking off his dusty and muddy hoodie. His mining dust was nothing on Jimmy and Scott's death game grime. "I feel like I totally wasted your time with that jacket..."

"No you did not, it looks damn cute on you," fWhip protested as some part of his dragon brain decided it was the right time to purr.

"Everyone thought it was Tango's," Scott sighed as he grabbed for his communicator.

Jimmy abruptly sat back at the news. "One, all of Tango's leather things are red, two no one, and I mean no one not even Impulse and Zedaph can touch those. And three, it's all because all fWhip wears are his 'work' hoodies' and count fWhip's coat..."

"I have other things. After Live made me go through my whole wardrobe," fWhip scoffed from the doorway. His teal 'work' hoodie was covered in all kinds of mine dust and cut in a few places but still looked more put together than Jimmy and Scott put together. "And why haven't you two showered?"

"I died first again," Jimmy pouted, knowing full well what would get fWhip's dragon side more concerned about him and Scott than shower and clean sheets.

"And I killed Joel for chasing me multiple times," Scott added with an innocent smile, joining in on Jimmy's plan.

And it worked very well. With a sigh, fWhip joined them in the bed. And after a lot of rearranging so both Jimmy and fWhip's nesting needs were satisfied. But that was a complete norm for them so Scott did not complain as he was moved from place to place for about five minutes and then suffocated with scales and feathers. Best way to relax after going on a rampage.

#my stuff #my stories #fanfiction #fanfic #limited life #traffic smp #empires smp #scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #fwhip #scfwhip #scfwhimmy #fwhimmy

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definitelynotshouting · 7 months

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hihi ok ok a lot of thinksies incoming

the fact that grian realized he was drawing on everyone while he was asleep and decided to not sleep and ended up having a panic attack and accidentally amplifying scar and xisuma's feelings to the same level its like.. living with a mental illness. you can't be passive and ignore it (which for grian would mean sleeping and hoping he can just *not* do it) but you also can't be aggressive and try to get rid of it (which for grian is not sleeping) you just have to learn to live with it and have it not harm you or other people (which he hasnt found yet)

+ i am loving that we are seeing more of his memories from being with the watchers but not as a flashback but in parallels from present to past (+the past repeats itself) + also your similies/metaphors are delicious "To skirt past the edge of death and fly, a blind and unwitting moth, toward the bright, unspoiled future", "a creeping, crawling notion that the world no longer makes sense, fits poorly around one's shoulders. Like a worn, childhood coat, stained with the devastating loss of innocence" and "he's pressed a knife to every promise he's ever made since the day he emerged, digging into sinew until each fitful thread snaps. His existence lies in the shadows of these distorted fractures, jagged hopes and dented dreams, forever fated to cut his hands on the fragments. Holding them together has never been a permanent solution; all it ever does is make him bleed." to name a few + HEHEHE IMAGINING MUMBOS IMMACULATE MOUSTACHE

also i might just be vibibg this but i think out of everyone tango feels a sort of parental obligation to grian. hes worried he'll stop breathing in the night, he gets him out of his room, he beams when grian smiles. pearl and mumbo have the sort of betrayed sibling feeling, scar is still trying to hold everything together and xisuma is harbouring the guilt of being the guy who kicked him for the good of the server because they were also good friends. tango has ideas of what is good for grian but being peers ig? also doesn't want to go over what grian wants too much. tango is a little more divided from the others, hes here for jimmy and grian getting better extends to everyone else in their immediate party and further back to hermitcraft and to jimmy and joel and lizzie and everyone

"this would all be so much simpler if nobody cared. But they do, because they're good people" this. this is so bhersnfkksd cause im no stranger to suicidal thoughts and its spot on but then ALSO grian attributing it to their being good people rather than his friends and his saying "they're good people" as if he isn't a good person is so telling in his self loathing

"He senses more than sees Tango level him with an appraising look. As if Grian is a redstone problem in need of solving, of only finding the right tinker to make him function again." i love this. the dynamic of one cahracter being techy/handy in some way and wishing they could fix someone because its so much harder making a person ok again

also also it is so important to me that scar can recognise grian's needs as having wings and can say that they haven't been taken care of and are probably uncomfy but grians so wallowed in his self hatred and refuses to allow himself fundamental upkeep

+ TANGO VOICE IS DELICIOUS

"Grian hesitates. It's somehow both sooner and later than he'd thought he'd have, but… he can make it work. He has to." gODSS he doesnt want to go quite yet because hes suddenly reconnected with these people he lost and it would've been so much easier if he had never reconnected with them in the first place but its so hard to want to die and then be faced with death because all of a sudden you're thinking about that cake you'll never get to bake and wishing death came before you thought of baking a cake

+ tango is our like relief character ig? he doesnt bring all the same weight and its so amazing because a) i love tango b) hes able to be lighthearted and joke and hope and its so necessary with everyone else drowning (even if no one can really tell scar is falling apart)

"Despite the distance and heartbreak between them, Grian knows how the hermits work." MAN. the way he can tell where people have walked and what theyve done, its such a cool mechanic + i giggled a bit knowing Scar made the doorknobs of copper he has a very healthy diet of it /silly

"Tango gives him another one of those long, appraising looks. Then, before Grian can unclench his jaw to ask, Tango pulls back altogether, bringing his other hand up to twist the cork. It frees from the bottle's mouth with a musical plop, and without the faintest twitch in expression, Tango smoothly offers it out again." THIS!! its sad because in a way you know tango hoped grian would be able to open the bottle himself at some point but its also sweet because hes willing to help and take care of grian until that comes

+ grian relishing in the loneliness. sometimes it is just such a privelige to let yourself be sad or lonely for a bit. dont know why

as always its been an absolute treat to read your writing!! boy this is a long one.. thanks for feeding us :P

-🍁

I cannot come up with a coherent response to this rn but !!!!! Please know i am so 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ abt this omg!!! This is so sweet and i love love love seeing analysis of my writing it just makes me so excited to see what you guys pick up from it :] this made my night omg thank u

#shouting speaks #asks #hunger au #compliments #ouguggjggh its late and my brain is tired bc i worked all day but !!!!! this made me grin so wide #im so glad u liked the chapter!!!! :D #long post #txt

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basil-the-bulbasaur · 2 months

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White houses by vanessa Carlton for the ask game (its been rotting in the back of my head for days)

I'm using the lyrics with commentary and mild editing to explain why this has actually been about ranchers the whole time

I hope this is comprehensible

Crashed on the floor when I moved in (Tango getting explodificated) This little bungalow (like a ranch?!) alone with some strange new friends Stay up too late, and I'm too thin We promise each other it's til the end ("you will always be my soulmate, my rancher") Now we're spinning empty bottles It's the five of us (this may bring up thoughts of The Southlands but actually "the five of us" is Jimmy, Tango, chickens, cows, and goats/horses) With pretty eyed boys girls die to trust (because when you ally with Jimmy the canary curse gets you) I can't resist the day ((I don't really know what this means)) No, I can't resist the day (Its ranching. They can't resist going outside and ranching)

[The Warden] screams out and it's no pose (Jimmy is in the deep dark getting enchanted) Cause when she dances she goes and goes And beer through the nose on an inside joke And I'm so excited, I haven't spoken (because if he speaks the wardens gonna get him) And [Tango]'s so pretty, and she's so sure (consurened about Jimmy being in the deep dark) Maybe I'm more clever than a girl like her ((this part actually doesn't match well because the ranchers are to silly and oblivious for either one to be more clever than the other) its about Jim surviving the deep dark and proving everyone's worries wrong) The summer's all in bloom The summer is ending soon (Its a death game. they don't have long :( )

It's alright and it's nice not to be so alone (soulmates) But I hold on to your secrets in white houses (the horse that they stole, who is now in the barn)

Maybe I'm a little bit over my head I come undone at the things he said (wow I love my soulmate. Hey what happened to our goats???) And he's so funny in his bright red shirt (like- like the shirt Tango wears?) We were all in love and we all got hurt (The Ranch! D:) I sneak into his car's cracked leather seat ((this part made more sense before I decided to focus on DL setting ranchers, if they're in a modern setting then sure yeah, car, but like this?) leather jacket, i guess) The smell of gasoline in the summer heat (not the ranch!!!!!!!!) Boy, we're going way too fast (they're both so impulsive) It's all too sweet to last (the ranch was too epic and cool so it got burnt down, also ranchers being doomed to die or something)

It's alright And I put myself in his hands (Jimmy stopping Tango from getting unplanned revenge) But I hold on to your secrets in white houses (they still have the horse) Love, or something (revenge!!!!!) ignites in my veins (ignites?! like fire?! like blazeborn!Tango?!) And I pray it never fades in white houses

My first time, hard to explain ("Jolly Ranchers" they get to enchant! yay!) Rush of blood, oh, and a little bit of pain (Oh no! arrows!) On a cloudy day, it's more common than you think (Jim falling off the tower above the velvet keep) He's my first mistake (referencing the creeper death)

Maybe you were all faster than me (contemplation of canary curse) We gave each other up so easily These silly little wounds will never mend (getting attacked by an Enderman) I feel so far from where I've been (dying so far from the ranch :() So I go, and I will not be back here again (They can't return to the ranch because they're dead!) I'm gone as the day is fading on white houses I lie, put my injuries all in the dust (canary curse strikes again) In my heart is the five of us In white houses

And you, maybe you'll remember me What I gave is yours to keep (they're still ranchers) In white houses In white houses In white houses

#hybbat

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endcrman · 2 years

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sweetbread

Scar always forgets something, sometimes more substantial than others. Grian really would have liked to have been warned of this one beforehand.

Jimmy and Tango were unchanged, as were Joel and Etho, and BigB and Ren. That was good for them, of course, but it didn’t help Grian’s situation with Scar at all. Nobody else he ran into really seemed to have any idea of what was going on either.

“It is really weird that it’s only happened to you two,” Scott hummed, most of his attention clearly elsewhere as he knelt in his farm, harvesting some wheat. “Is it some sort of glitch in the server code? I’ve never heard of something like this happening before.”

“I don’t know,” Grian sighed, sitting on the edge of an empty composter, watching Scott work. Of everyone on the server, he was the least likely to be pulled away due to soulmate circumstances, considering he refused to even talk to his. Poor Pearl. “It seems too complicated, you know? But it’s nothing I implemented, Scar doesn’t seem nearly as worried as he should be, what if we get stuck like this?”

“I don’t think you’ll get stuck,” Scott assured him, standing up and brushing his dirty hands off on his jeans before wiping at the sweat on his forehead. “I don’t even have scars from previous seasons, I doubt something like this would stick around.”

“That’s what Scar said,” Grian pouted a little, crossing his arms. He felt the phantom movement of his wings ruffling in annoyance. “I’m just thinking about the future, Scott, I don’t know about you but I definitely don’t want to be stuck as a vex-hybrid forever.”

“I’m sure Scar would love to hear you say that,” his voice was dripping with sarcasm as he moved to dig in a nearby chest. “Look, think of it as a chance for the two of you to get closer, you can learn about each others’ species in a way most people never have the chance. More time to spend with him, learning and teaching.”

Grian scoffed, uncrossing his arms to push himself off the composter, glad Scott wasn’t looking as he struggled with his balance for a half tick. “Why would we need to get closer? I just need him to stay alive, and this definitely doesn’t help.”

The knowing look Scott shot him made his cheeks turn bright red. “Grian. Neither of us are that much of an idiot.”

“What is that supposed to mean?!” Grian squeaked, feeling himself turn even redder. “Scott, I came here to confide in you,” he whined.

“And I’m an incredibly drama-driven gay, what were you expecting?” Scott snickered, hoe in his hand as the chest shut behind him, he leaned back against it now. “I won’t say anything to him, you know, but it’s incredibly obvious. Basically the whole server knows.”

Grian let out a sigh, scrubbing at his face with his hands. “That isn’t helping, Scott.”

“What do you want me to say? Oh no, Grian, it’s so not obvious that you’re totally, entirely, besotted with Scar. Nobody on the server notices how you cuddle up to him whenever you can, hanging off his arm like a barnacle of some kind.” If Scott’s voice was dripping with sarcasm before, it was absolutely drenched now. “I’m not that good at lying, Grian.”

“Why did I come talk to you of all people,” Grian groaned, hiding his face still. He missed his wings especially now.

“Because you needed a reality check,” Scott poked his forehead, making Grian glare at him. “Face it.”

“You are so mean about this,” he huffed, only to yelp as his legs suddenly crumpled under him, Scott barely managing to catch him under his arms.

“Are you okay?” He sounded appropriately worried, Grian could probably forgive him for all the fun he’d poked at him.

“Scar. Fell,” Grian managed between gritted teeth, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to work through the pain shooting through his legs. Eventually, he managed to rise to his feet again, swallowing thickly. “Sorry, you shouldn’t have had to-”

“-It’s fine,” Scott assured him, hovering close, probably making sure he wasn’t about to collapse again. “What’s he up to anyway?”

“Don’t know.” The pain in his legs were slowly starting to numb, good. “I never know what he’s up to these days, he just goes off. Nothing like the desert.”

“Oh, Grian.” Scott’s voice was full of a pity that made his stomach churn. “Don’t!” Grian grit his teeth, trying to keep his cool. “Don’t… ‘oh, Grian’ me. I’m fine.”

Scott blinked, taking a breath before he nodded. “Right, of course you are.”

Grian stepped back a little, finding the composter again and just leaning back against it. “I really am fine,” he lied.

“I believe you,” Scott lied right back.

He closed his eyes for a moment, and then his stomach growled. “How much you wanna bet Scar forgot to bring food?”

“I’m not betting anything,” Scott tried injecting more humor in his voice, it was too obvious. “We both know he didn’t. Want some bread?”

Grian hummed, not opening his eyes for a moment as he thought. “You don’t have any pork chops or anything?” He asked, craving something… different.

“I might have some chicken,” Scott thought, tapping his lower lip. “I’d have to go check though.”

Grian swallowed thickly, catching sight of Scott once his eyes finally did open. His forehead was shiny with sweat, he’d long since taken off his overshirt and tied it around his waist, lithe but strong arms on display. He licked his lips, vaguely imagining taking one of those arms in hand, bringing it up to his mouth and-

Scott was talking to him.

Grian blinked, shaking the thoughts from his head, stomach churning. “What?”

“Your eyes, Grian, they’re glowing,” Scott repeated himself. “Are you okay?”

His eyes were beginning to drift down to Scott’s neck before he tore them away, forcing himself to turn. “I have to go.”

“Grian-” Scott started, sounding like he was stepping closer.

“I have to go!” Grian repeated, glaring back at him— and apparently it was more terrifying than he thought, because Scott took a quick step back, raising his hands.

“Okay- okay, go.”

Grian didn’t even wait for Scott to finish speaking, already rushing across the landscape, somewhere far far away. From Scott. From anyone.

Grian’s chest was heaving when he finally sat down under a tree, face buried in his hands when he finally stopped. What the hell was that?! What was he thinking? Why was he thinking that?!

He took a moment to try and calm down, before fumbling for his communicator, sending a quick panicked message to Scar.

Grian: please tell me this is some kind of weird vex thing please please please

His stomach growled again, and then churned once he vividly remembered what he’d been thinking back in Scott’s farm. The disgusting, monstrous thoughts currently swirling around in his head, his stomach growling again, a pang from hunger.

The only thing keeping him from spiraling down into a full out panic attack was a ping from his communicator.

GoodTimeWithScar: huh? What happened?

Grian: scar

Grian: im hungry

Even over his communicator, he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

GoodTimeWithScar: i mean everyone gets hungry, I’m hungry right now

GoodTimeWithScar: OH oh yeah

GoodTimeWithScar: that’s a vex thing

Grian: AND YOU DIDNT THINK TO TELL ME?

Some sort of relief flooded through Grian’s system, relaxing against the oak tree behind him. He was very much not happy about the situation, but at least he wasn’t going crazy. At least it was some weird vex instinct. Some weird vex instinct he had now. Oh void.

GoodTimeWithScar: sorry! I forgot! Lol

Grian: this is not a lol situation scar

GoodTimeWithScar: Sorry sorry!

GoodTimeWithScar: you can eat whatever, you don’t actually have to

GoodTimeWithScar: apples bread steak it all works don’t worry!

GoodTimeWithScar: Actually I'm about to eat right now so don't worry about it!

Grian didn’t reply, he couldn’t bring himself to right now, pocketing his communicator. Scar was about to eat, so he wouldn’t have to worry about trying to eat around his churning, sick stomach.

He groaned softly, hiding his face in his hands again. Maybe he could just stay here for the rest of the day, then he wouldn’t have to look anybody in the eyes, he didn’t know if he’d even be able to with his newfound instinct.

Eventually, the hunger within him subsided, no doubt thanks to Scar. The want faded along with it, though not the memory of it.

Did Scar feel like this all the time? Grian felt his chest grow tight at the thought, breath growing shallower. Surely not, he would have acted on it by now, right? That thought didn’t help the growing anxiety at all either.

Another ping from his communicator. It seemed to be working pretty well as an anti-anxiety measure right now, huh.

Smajor1995: Hey are you alright?

Grian: fine. thanks

Grian took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. He owed Scott a huge apology the next time he saw him. Probably some thank yous, and an explanation if he could bring himself to it.

He’d probably have to come to terms with it himself first, if he could even do that.

#double life smp #dlsmp #grian #smajor1995 #smajor95 #scott smajor #scarian #desert duo #dangthatsalongname #not canon compliant #writing #mcyt #my post #vexing circumstances #cannibalism tw

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megannasdoodles · 2 years

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Couldn’t get this idea out of my head, so enjoy some Double Life doodles! Quote in the top left is from Ib - “You and the rose are connected. Know the weight of your own life. If the rose wilts, so too will you rot away.”

Further explanation and headcanons below the cut - warning, very rambly.

The basic idea is that everyone has a rose growing out of their skin just above their heart - the colour of the rose indicates what life they’re on, and it loses petals when they or their soulmate takes damage.

The rose itself is not a health indicator, though, as it always appears full no matter how many petals they lose. Unless they die, in which case they lose all the petals.

Also plucking the petals of the rose does not do any damage.

The top right picture is Pearl, shortly after losing Tilly, spending an entire night playing ‘Loves Me, Loves Me Not’ with her own rose - come morning, her rose was still full and her house was still empty, a carpet of bright green petals covering the floor.

There are also green lines running under the skin, spreading out from the rose - when their soulmate takes damage, one of these will grow a thorn and prick the skin to hurt them too.

These thorny ‘vines’ will also kill someone if their soulmate dies, which is what’s happening to Martyn. Not a fun way to go!

Pearl did at one point pull the ‘vine’ out through a wound and found it very thread-like when unthorned, and she now keeps a loop of it out at all times to attach to Tilly’s collar and use as a kind of leash, and also as proof that they’re soulmates! Look, they’re bound to each other with this weird soulmate-string and everything!

Cleo, being a zombie, finds that the threads weave in and out of her skin instead of just lying under the surface. They’ve also somehow connected to her flower crown, and she’ll often find cornflowers growing out of her body / from these threads all over her body, though she tends to prune them. It’s these flowers that she gifted to Martyn and Scott, though she only told Scott the truth of where they’d come from - she doesn’t trust that Martyn won’t twist the fact that she essentially gave him a part of her body / soul into something more than it is.

Grian, losing an eye in the first session, finds a flower now growing out of its socket. The flower is white with a black centre, looking basically like an eye itself. If he prunes it, it grows back quickly. He gifted one of these flowers to BigB with the cheesy line of “seems like you caught my eye!” - BigB did not know how to respond to that.

Jimmy has a habit of plucking the petals off his own flower when he’s distracted or nervous, meaning he tends to leave a trail of petals wherever he goes and often has several caught in his hair or clothes - this habit worried Tango no matter how much he tried to convince himself that it probably was just a habit, it didn’t mean anything, until he talked to Jimmy about it and Jimmy admitted that it might mean something, because every single petal is proof of how long they’ve managed to survive together. They’re still yellow, they’re still here. (you can tell I got this idea a few weeks ago, can’t you?) Anyway, now the sight of loose yellow petals brings a smile to Tango’s face.

Absolutely no thought went into the designs of the vine patterns in the drawing (I mostly just drew what I thought looked cool), though I do wish I had thought about it. It would have been fun to make them suggest something about how the person views the soulbond, such as wrapping around the neck and/or wrists indicating the person feels especially ‘bound’ - in the sense of trapped - by the bond.

Random additional thoughts:

My brother had a dream where Tango and Jimmy wore cages on their hips with canaries in which they absolutely adored - in the dream, they didn’t know what canaries were or the deadly symbolism linking them to Jimmy. Not a part of my general headcanon for their designs, but I wanted to draw it!

Another thing that’s not (necessarily) part of my general headcanon for designs - I couldn’t stop seeing the Jellie-headed Scar skin as basically being a shoulderless sweater(?) coming down over the hands, so I have drawn it to get the idea out of my head.

Grian has creepy eyes that are almost entirely black, the iris being so large there’s only a faint sliver of sclera visible most of the time. Also, no mouth.

Jimmy has freckles and flecks of colour in his eyes that match what life he’s on, because I think it looks cute, especially when he’s on yellow.

Scott and Cleo having matchy-matchy bracelets! Scott has weaved the flower Cleo gave him into his!

That’s about it - I do really need to nail down my designs for everybody.

#double life #dlsmp #double life smp #double life fanart #eyestrain /#blood /#gore /#body horror /#might post some of the individual drawings separately if tumblr really mucks up the quality #also if the animals or hands or feet look jank - no they don't #<3

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pixiemage · 10 months

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If one of these is another TNAWY au I SWEAR TO SANTA PEARLA

Anyway have multiple

29, 39, 49, 59, 78.

I swear if I get even more songs from TNAWY AU and as I’ve said love how we semi talk through discord while in tumblr comments at the same time.

[For the Rancher Playlist Ask Game]

YOU PICKED FIVE?!?! You're INSANE! Do you WANT people to have to scroll through FIVE of my Rancher rambles????

...very well.

Track #29 - Stitch Me Up by Set It Off

Guess what? This one also inspired a TNaWY scene, a rather sweet and melancholy one that won't show up until about the halfway point :3 Hurray!

This is a song I've had rolling around in various playlists for ages, but THIS one got added to Ranchers for a few reasons. One, it reminds me of a Jimmy that's too fed up with being picked on by his friends, and of a Tango who's still not over Bdubs' betrayal. And then there are also the lines about needing stitches (Like a doll in lost and found, so mistreated, thrown around) and it makes me think of those crossover fics where Jimmy has been turned into a toy or ragdoll and he needs literal stitches to repair himself. But to pick some lyrics:

Are you the one to fix me up, patching up the work they done? Try and sew me So thread the needle, tie it off, teach me how to trust someone Really hoping that you stay That you never walk away (...and later...) Really hoping that I stay I could never walk away

Track #39 - Eyes Wide Open by Gotye

If I remember correctly, I THIIIINK that Hybbat suggested this one to me way back when, but I might be wrong! All I know is it resonated with me and it ended up on the playlist :3

This one's a bit tricker because I like it almost more for the vibe and a few stray lines than anything else, but it's still a quality song. And if I have to pick a section, this bit does remind me of the canary's curse and everyone ignoring the warning it represents:

And only a few ever worried While the signs were clear, they had no idea You just get used to livin' in fear Or give up, when you can't even picture your future

Track #49 - Danger To Myself by The Unlikely Candidates

This is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT a Tango song, perhaps especially before a point where he's come to accept that Jimmy cares about him as much as he cares about Jimmy. It's also, I imagine, around the time of the fire at the ranch in some stories, where he's worried his rage will scare Jimmy off. But it's SO good, the kind of sing I like to dance to, and the lyrics are great. This chunk in particular feels very much like a reference to B.E.S.T. and any lack of trust that followed Tango from that game to here:

'Cause I was founded In a bed of liars Walking the streets someone before me set on fire And after all this This love I borrowed I'm waiting on the day you don't want me tomorrow And I, I don't know why you love me I'm a danger to myself

Track #59 - Feeling Mean by Ben Bostick

I'll admit, I stole this one straight out of a Minecraft Manhunt.

This is ALSO a Tango song - you're on a roll lol - and it's very much meant to be a mix of Tango's rage after the burning of the ranch, and him plotting the rise of Rancher's Revenge. But this bit in particular is the line that resonates most with Tango post-fire in my opinion:

I'm feeling mean, I'm feeling mean The meanest hunk of meat that anyone's ever seen Get out of the way of the hurricane or there's a heavy price to pay Tonight I'm feeling mean, I'm feeling mean

Track #78 - Oh Yeah, You Gonna Cry? by Lovejoy

OH BOY LOVEJOY! :D Also the last song on the playlist, nice pick, nice pick lol. Most recent addition. Lovely.

So THIS one is - hah - okay listen. I love Scott as much as the next person, and I LOVE Flower Ranchers. That being said. Have y'all READ Trust Life??? This song ABSOLUTELY gives me Trust Life vibes, with some lines feeling like Tango, and some lines feeling like Scott. It's GLORIOUS and I've played out a CMV in my head just listening to this song before lol. So - god how do I even pick a line from this - uhhh...oh! Here! The chorus! Because honestly, this could be EITHER of them depending on the chapter!

Well, now, now, you need to calm down What good's this energy? (It's no good!) When you devote it to me Why not be a little more friendly? Now, now, you need to calm down Does she still think of me? Say my name in her sleep? I thought you knew her better than me

ARE YOU HAPPY???

#Ask the Mage #Rancher Playlist Ask Game #Ask Game #ravio asks #Trust Life #long post #Solidaritek #THEY'RE ALL GOOD SONGS

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girlsexbattle2 · 2 years

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I spent like a good hour writting this shit in a reblog but i want to know if it is shit or not so here we go

was going to wright this in the tags but its annoying sp ill write it here <3 (i also havent watched jimmy/scott 3rd life so Sorry)

the prickel of the abyss surrounds you. not that you can really *tell" bc of the whole, yknow.. dead thing. you desperately try to focus on the past, the serve in horay! You died first! The most consistent disappointmemt of them all, not to think about how fucking furious your other is- should! be. You ruined it. again. always first out, and now not alone! (Not alone? like in hobbit homes or the scent of poppies or the god forbidden joy of being choosen despite all your flaws. someone made the decision to put up-) And youre thinking about it again. I told you not to did i not? For the love of god dont look *that* misserable. Arent you used to this feeling by now? and its not like your soulmate ever got that mad at *you*. however, for your credit its kinda hard to run from memories, here (?) if you call this a here. the feeling of this void is uncomfortable. not enough to ever be upset about but enough to unnerve. Something about the utter emptiness outside of you envokes inner emptiness. Anyways you were looking for him right? What do you mean no, what else would you look for? Everyone else gave up on you in the end, gotta let him have his moment too. Its difficult to 'move. its like space in a way! but it some what works. You wave your arms frantically or kick off the smoke and you go somewhere! in a direction probably. i mean i dont know why im telling you this. you are quite familiar with death arent you? oh cheer up you get front row seats you should be happy. Dont ignore me. You say ons Wrong- wait you whats that.

The smell (you can smel!! yay!) of nether smoke and gasolinehits you. youve never been happier to know an argument is near by. You take a deep breath and try your best to follow, adventually slamming into something smooth. after some re adjustment you are set for walking. Moon walking that is, with the whole lack of gravity. But that wont deter you. for some damned reason you are hell set on finding a man quite literally smoking with furry but your own double death, or would ot be quadruple? you cant run from me jimmy im in your head! well you are still running towards fire. A glow in the distance. A shinmer of hope that atleast you wont be alone in this. But instead of a furious wall you find a crumpled spark. "Look Tango buddy, Im sorry. You deserved a better ending than that." The flame is still. you take another breath of smoke and try again.

"I messed up, and even if you never talk to me again just know ill always be glad to be a rancher with you! Again!" You both just stay still for a while. there is no sound for anywhere to 30 seconds to years but adventually you hear a small sob.

"Tango!"

"Oh youre still here?" his voice sounds devoid of life. Before you can get a single thought out (dont worry we know its difficult for you)

"Go home..." You have nothing to add. Your thoughts are anything but blank (for once) but not a single one can coherently conjure in your mouth. You only see home. There is no coW shit feet away from you bed, ashes neV

A/ashing out of the floorThere is no cow shit feet away from you bed, ashes never washing out of the floor,.. or the grass,... or the walls. Its clovers tied lovingly in your hair, mountain air, the promise of no matter what you were loved (and how it shattered), even the bickering! But you cant let him down. Its not that you dont love him! its just you know better now. "Go"

Well its definitely NOT a question. But you know bickering quite well.

"My home isnt *there* anymore..." The flame shoots up a bit. Not a reaction you were going for but you can come back from this! Team rancher #1 baybe!! "But i dont want to be alone forever. Tango, I dragged you down in the curse, we were doomed from the beginning because of ME. Im not asking for forgiveness i just want.. dont know. just! dont know man! have no idea." There is another space. You hope it is consideration. Maybe... Maybe.

oakyyy hopefully that makes any since in the narrative and its not just how i read it! welp see ya

#team rancher #double life smp #mcyt fic

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