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Reunited - Chapter One: Lonely Is The Mountain - 3k Words

Fwhip and Gem live alone in the new mountain home they'd made after The Rapture, and they think they always will. That is until a certain someone turns up on their front lawn, at six in the morning no less.

[Not canon to the eal universe! just a fun little idea i had :)]

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Fwhip wakes up, feeling groggy like he normally does. Like he has for the past however many months. There is pain in his back as well, another thing that had gradually become more and more familiar to him over time. It's like a constant friend now, his never ending pain. It has been since the…. incident . Yeah. The incident. That's what he'll call it for now, even though it does have an official name already. The incident.

He blinks again, and notices a warmth beside him. Gem is curled up in the bed as well, her face hidden in his side. Right, they'd both accidentally fallen asleep the night prior, too tired to keep doing much else. Not that either of them mind, for they probably kept each other rather warm enough throughout the coldness of the night prior. At the foot of the bed there is a pile of books, new ones Gem had found. She'd been looking for something, she wouldn't tell him what, and the half dragon had tried to help his sister the best he could.

Fwhip shifts, dislodging his sister and trying his best not to kick the books. It's a small bed, so Gem doesn't go far, and ends up in almost the same position she had been in before. He holds back a smile, and removes the stupidly big wizard hat from his twins head, lest it get any more wrinkled while she sleeps.

They were never really like this before. Affectionate, he means, they were never the most affectionate. But, well, losing everything but one person changes that. Fwhip fights back a frown at the thought, and fixes Gem's messed up bangs as gently as he can. He knows how much he hates her hair being messy, after all.

If he looks on the side of the small bed, the ginger can see Nova and Koda. The two dogs are curled up in a pile on the floor, and in the middle of said pile is the baby dragon Violet. The other wyverns seem to be hanging around outside the window, so that's all the pets accounted for. Though the three massive wyverns could take care of themselves.

Beside him, Gem finally stirs. She sits up with a small sound, blinking the sleep from her eyes. Fwhip turns his head, and gives the best smile he can manage. “Morning sleepy head.” He huffs, nudging her side gently, to prod her awake more. His sister just makes a vaguely annoyed sound at that, never having been much of a morning person.

“Morning.” She grumbles, stretching her arms upwards when she is finally upright. “We both fell asleep, didn't we?” Gem goes to stretch her legs as well, but stops herself, realizing the mess that lays on the foot of the bed; also looking like she forgot that they put it there.

“Yeah.” Fwhip answers, failing to hold back an amused snort at his sister's face. Normally, the wizard would glare at him, or something of the like for that. But she has never been a morning person, and is therefore not in the mood for an exchange like that. Instead she just ignores her brother, and finishes what stretches she can in the limited space of her bed. Because this was her room they’d fallen asleep in. The half dragon would never be caught dead with this many books in his room, especially not one's about magic.

“So much for my research.” Gem sighs, looking at the rather concerning stack of books on the bed. It’s honestly a miracle none where kicked off, with two people sleeping on the bed. Two people that were reportedly very restless when they slept, for a magnitude of different reasons. It’s also a surprise they didn’t shuffle too much and wake each other up, but maybe that shows just how bone tired the twins are. How bone tired they have been, for what feels like years now. It’s only been half of one.

“What're you even looking for?” Fwhip asks, scanning over the titles of the books once again. They all have something to do with spells or potions. Some are even written in other languages, like elvish, galactic, or even fae speak. A bunch of jargon the former Count knows he can’t read, and didn’t even know his sister could. Though he shouldn’t be surprised, for how well read Gem always was. The only languages Fwhip new were the native ones from their homes, and the ones of machinery. (He knew a fair amount of mermish languages, like codlish and whatever the salomfolk had used to speak. He ignores that fact, and the books written in those dialects, for his own sanity and peace of mind.)

“It's a surprise.” Gem says, throwing her legs off the edge of the bed. She glances around, presumably for her hat, probably very aware of its absence atop her head. Wordlessly, Fwhip reaches to wear he had put it, and goes to hand it back to her.

“I hate surprises.” He says, his sister taking the hat back from him. He felt inclined to help Gem put it back on, but knew she liked wearing it (and all her clothes, really), in a specific way. So the ginger knew it was best to let Gem handle all of that, unless she specifically asked for help with something. And Fwhip could understand, for he was often the same way with his own clothes. It was a twin thing, as their parents had always lovingly said. When they had still been around, that is.

“No you don't.” Gem calls him out in his lie. Surprises are the whole reason why he loves inventing, and making things, because there’s usually a fair amount of them in his creative process. And she had seen him get way too happy over every birthday and Christmas surprise to ever believe him on that. “Now help me put these books away.”

“Fine, oh Great Wizard.” Fwhip huffs, following the wizard’s lead as she gets to her feet. He steps over the dogs, who have surprisingly not stirred at all the noise yet. And neither has violet, which is even more surprising; but also kinda a relief. A baby dragon was always quite the handful to handle in the mornings. A glance out the window told him the wyverns had deprecated too, which meant the morning was finally, truly getting started. Even if that start was probably a little later than they both would've liked.

“That's Miss Great Wizard to you!” Gem exclaims, already carrying about five, maybe six heavy books in her arms. The former Count hurries to keep up with her, grabbing what things he can from the edge of the bed. There are a few other things, notepads and writing utensils, hidden beneath the sheets as well. Which was even more stuff to clean up. Yay .

“Excuse me. Fine, oh Miss Great Wizard.” Fwhip snorts in amusement again, tempting himself to nudge Gem once more. But he figures that's a bad idea, with all the books she's carrying. Dropping one would probably be unfun, and also wake both of the dogs up.

“Are you sure you can carry all that? Nothings gonna give out on you?” Gem asks, seeing the load he has already started to carry. Said load only consisted of the same amount of books she had, maybe one more or one less. Fwhip wouldn’t know, he wasn’t counting when he grabbed the books. He had just grabbed at random to feel like he was helping.

“I'm sure. I'll be fine.” The former Count shrugs, adjusting the weight in his arms again. To be sure he won’t drop it, and to assure both himself and his sister. Even if he doesn’t think that will do much in the way of assurance, it's better than just standing there with a loose grip on seven odd books.

Gem goes to scold him, but is quickly cut off. Partly because they have done this song and dance before, many of times since he was first injured. So much so that the half dragon has grown bored and exasperated by the predictable arguments they have. It does not help that he also has never been a morning person. Another one of those twin things they shared. “Fwhip-”

“I'll be fine.” The ginger pushes, making a point by walking several steps forward. He can feel the light ache in his arm, but that is okay. It’s only a light ache, and those tend to either stay consistent or get worse. Usually they do the former more. So he can carry this stuff a few doors down to the library easily, no problem or any pain involved!

“If you insist.” The wizard sighs, tightening her grip on her own things. She goes to catch up, to walk beside him and try to get the door. Fwhip has to hold back a smug, triumphant little grin, and the stub of a long gone limb flicks in happy success.

Right after Gem finally relents, and finally agrees to let him do something like this on his own, his body decides to work against him. Pain shoots up his arm and leg at once, the ones on the same side, and Fwhip has to hold back a swear. The pain gets to his head as well, as it often does, and he knows he’s going to fall before he even starts to do so; the sensation has become that unbalancing.

“Shit” He hisses, catching himself on the door frame. Despite his best efforts, two books do slip from his grasp and tumble to the floor. Two loud bangs follow them, and the dogs jolt awake with ear splitting barks. Their barks normally don't hurt at all, now it's just a really bad time for them to be making any noise.

Gem sees him wince at the sound, and hushes the animals as quickly as possible. They always did listen to Fwhip more than her. But Nova and Koda, as if able to sense the energy in the wizard’s voice, or how much pain their owner is in, do quiet down after a few seconds. They also keep Violet, who is now awake. occupied in their own doggy way. Somehow. Which leaves all of Gem’s attention thankfully free for her injured idiot brother.

“Are you okay?” His sister asks, at his side in an instant. Worry is clear in her tone, and Fwhip has to ignore it. If he doesn’t, the guilt of causing it will consume him whole and make this whole situation worse than it already is. If it can get any worse, goddammit.

“I'm fine.” He says, trying to lean toward his sibling. Towards her warmth and comforting, familiar presence. But if he does that he is not fine, and she will have to spend half her day helping and healing him once again. So Fwhip does not do that, instead he leans away, and ignores the flash of pain as he does. Moving hurts , everything hurts right now.

“Don't lie to me.” Gem doesn’t chastise him at the moment, even though she has more than every right too. Mainly because her brothers stupid, and have done this dozens of times. Most importantly, he will do it again. But Gem is smart and caring enough to know that lecturing will do nothing but make the half dragon feel worse. So instead she allows herself to fret and worry, and let the warmness of it wash over her stupid sibling. Even if he can’t appreciate it at the moment, they both know he will later.

“....I'm fine.” Fwhip huffs, going to stand. Instantly, he falls down again, his chest landing hard on the books he’s carrying. It knocks the wind out of him, which is just great , just another problem he needs right now. Pain shoots up his arm and leg again, and feels like it is traveling up to his back. Which is fan- fucking -tastic! Back pain, again! His favorite thing on the pain menu!

“Idiot.” Gem huffs, not meaning the insult seriously. Well, not too seriously. She crouches next to her brother, taking the books he hadn’t dropped away from him desperately. She places them quietly next to her own stack, now on the floor as well, trying to avoid making anymore very loud noises. Fwhip wants to protest, but his damaged arm is already giving out from the main, and the ringing in his ears has not subsided. And his bad leg is aching, probably because he’s so shit at taking care of it. The ginger whimpers, and feels stupid. Like some helpless child.

“You need to rest.” The wizard hums, running a comforting hand through his hair. Fwhip hates how he leans into it, like a small child leans into his mother when sick. He hates it. The half dragon hates all of this so much, and the searing pain on his right side is not making it (or his mood, for that matter,) any better.

“...J-just got up.” He protests, the half dragon’s voice sounding weak even to him. He pushes the thought away, along with the waves of self hatred that follows it. Fwhip does not need to focus on that right now, he needs to focus on breathing, so he can stand again, and not worry his sister anymore. He can focus on all those bad thoughts later, when he’s trying to sleep ofcourse.

“I know, but you’re hurting.” Gem soothes, petting Fwhip’s head some more. Finally, he allows himself to go slack, and lean into all the comfort he is being given.“I’ll get you some ice and a hot drink okay? After I clean this.” She tells him her plan, like he is a small child. And the half dragon knows this is for his own good, and that he is not being babied. He knows Gem would rather stab herself than treat him as lesser, if he didn’t do it first, but it is hard to ignore the nagging in the back of his head telling him otherwise.

“Sure. Whatever.” He huffs, moving away from her touch. Gem removes her hand from his head, resting it on his arm instead. A sign he knows well, indicating that he is about to be helped up. What can the ginger say, he finds himself randomly falling a lot more these days…like some kinda old man…

“Think you can get to your own room? It’s just a door over.” Gem says, watching as her brother stops kneeling over on the floor. The half dragon moves into a crouching possession, the pain finally starting to dull enough to move. He lets the wizard hold his hands in hers, and gets ready to go back to standing for just a few minutes.

“I can.” Fwhip says, taking a few moments to catch his breath, and lets the pain dull the best he can. Thought that probably won’t be for very long, but hopefully long enough to do what his sister is suggesting. Because as much as he hates to admit it, it is a damn good and perfectly sensible (maybe even a tempting) suggestion. “I can.”

After that, Gem hoists him to his feet smoothly, well used to doing it by now. She is also strong enough to do so as well, rather impressively. Fwhip mangoes to make it across the hall, only having to lean against a wall for a good minute, maybe too at the most, before he is able to shamble away. Gem calls that she is going to clean their prior mess, and change into some new clothes, then she can do whatever he needs. He yells back some word of acknowledgement, and lets his mind wander elsewhere for a minute as he enters his bedroom for the first time that day. Probably the only one too, since Fwhip will most likely be stuck in it for most of not all of the day, at the rate he’s going indicates anything.

They have a few villagers living closer to the bottom of the mountain, and that's it. Other than that, the mountain is very lonely. Always has been, and probably always will be. It’s what he thinks about as he looks out his bedroom window, shuffling with his good clothes. He knows Gem told him to rest, but he at least wants to change out of his probably dirty ones. Look presentable for the day, in case he needs to actually do something. If the aching in his muscles lets him.

He holds back a sigh, and quickly shrugs off his clothes from the day prior. An outfit that reminds him of his younger days. Before he was a leader of anything. Back in his early twenties, when he was a very different and more unpleasant man. Times he wasn’t very fond of remembering, for a lot of reasons. The casual outfit he was shrugging on now was more like the current Fwhip, and subsequently made him feel more comfortable in his own skin. Even if his arms did burn with a pain they hadn’t years ago, when he had truly come into his own and first adopted this style.

Fwhip catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and has to look away. He hates seeing the scars that line his face, truly he does. They bring nothing but bad memories and pain. They're all explosion shaped, a reminder of why the marks are there in the first place. A permanent reminder of what he has done.

The former Count sighs, and shrugs his coat off. He has to see the scars on his arms as well, and they are much like the ones lining his face. He sits down on the edge of the bed, one he often finds himself able to get out of, and lets all those rather unpleasant thought consume him as he looks at his scars.

The explosion banged him up pretty good, Fwhip has to admit. It leaves him unable to do much, some days. Either from physical pain or the probable depression, the former Count has found himself bed ridden more than once. He hates it, being useless while Gem works around the house and tries to carry on. He knows she understands, but he still hates it nonetheless.

Gem was hurt in the incident, but less than him. Fwhip experienced the whole blast, while his sister only got a silence of the aftershock. She had a few sprains that had long since healed, and some lingering pain. Pain that lingered in her legs and arms, but pain that could be easily managed with spells and natural healing methods. Though the emotional and mental pain did not heal as fast. Her dragon's were also okay, and had quickly healed from whatever damage they had sustained. Something about them healing quicker and being more than people were.

Fwhip, on the other hand, has had more lasting injuries than his sibling. For starters, his physical pain lasts longer, and is worse. It often calls him to fall down or lose balance, like it had barely half an hour. Which meant he couldn't do any heavy lifting, which eliminated most tasks that would make him feel helpful and like a worthwhile member of this house. Because the universe loves screwing him over as of late, it seems.

He cannot say which of them has it worse emotionally or mentally, but the former Count figures it's similar enough. They had both lost everything that day after all. Though mental illness and the emotional pain that came from trauma were never something to be compared or pitted against each other. And he wouldn't be the one to start it, Fwhip wasn't that far gone. Not yet, anyways, and hopefully never.

His injuries had been more serious, multiple contributing to his new balance and coordination problems. One of said injuries being the loss of most of his tail, the limb having been blown off in the explosion. Half dragons often used their tails for balance, to support the extra weight their wings added. Though not that that mattered anymore, because his wings were also gone, blown to bits. Well, they hadn’t all been blown up that day, only half of them having remained. But half dragons do not grow their wings back, and the tissue had been badly damaged and bleeding from multiple tears where flesh had once been. The risk of an infection was far too high for even the most experienced healers to be comfortable stitching his wounds closed. Back then, and still now, it was better for him, and their current situation, to amputate the rest of his wings. Even if it was one of the hardest things Fwhip had ever had to do.

Neither of the twins were doctors, but he was sure he’d sustained some type of nerve damage somewhere along his body, and something was permanently wrong with his back too most likely. Oh, and he had god awful headaches and migraines now, probably also there to stay forever. Or maybe all of it was fixable. He wouldn’t know, he wasn’t a healer; was never good at that sort of thing.

Fwhip figures Gem has a permanent ailment or two as well, just that they're more manageable. But she doesn’t mention them, opting to worry about her brother and his myriad of new health issues instead. And the ginger did appreciate it, really, he just wished his sister would care for herself more. He could see the pain and grief hidden in her eyes, no matter how hard she tried to mask it.

The half dragon sighed, knowing he would have to retire for the day. And it was barely even mid morning. His pains had gotten worse while he sat there thinking. So reluctantly, his limbs aching like an absolute bitch and the phantom pains consuming his whole backside, Fwhip allows himself to curl up under the warm covers of his bed. He jokingly blames this all on the studying and reading he had to do last night, his body getting revenge for doing many mundane activities he knew he wasn’t a fan of.

A few minutes later, both Koda and Nova clamber onto his bed, knowing to be gentle when he is in the state. Fwhip smiles, and gives them both plenty of rubs and scratches behind the ears, letting them know he is not bad for their earlier barking. He grabs a book from his nightstand, one on machines and redstone. He’s had enough of books in the past twenty four hours, but there’s not much else to do to pass the time.

Fwhip hums as he flips through a page, his interest somewhat peaked. He’s read this book before, many of times, but it has yet to get interesting. He hears some clinking in the kitchen, and hopes Gem will make him that magic tea. The one that works on easing pain. Or maybe just some normal tea, his favorite flavor, just to make this day go a bit better. If only to help him get through the pain, that will be enough. What she does is always more than enough, after all.

#ron.writing #ron.fic #explosions acorss lifetimes #empires smp #empiresshipping #fwhimmy #but one isnt quite here just yet #fwhip #count fwhip #geminitay #wizard gem #reunited

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thedo0zyslider · 2 months

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eal and arranged marriage return next Wednesday 👀

#ron.txt #explosions acorss lifetimes #ily (im not supossed too)

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thedo0zyslider · 4 months

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had to add the implied sexual content tag to eal and its all their fault

#ron.txt #explosions acorss lifetimes #I say like I'm not the one writing them

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thedo0zyslider · 6 months

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This is how eal!jimmy and fwhip looked at each other btw

#ron.txt #explosions acorss lifetimes #sorry for the eal posting I just miss em already

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thedo0zyslider · 5 months

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this is mainly for the lovely @joifee but here you guys go. Months old ramble about why EAL fwhiimy are like that

#empiresshipping #fwhimmy #explosions acorss lifetimes #I don't think anything here has changed #I also tired to put it in the fic best I could ahhh

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thedo0zyslider · 5 months

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I just looked at my notes for eal part 2. I think u guys might go a little crazy um

#This is gonna be so fun #explosions acorss lifetimes #I need to rewatch jimmys episodes to take more notes. Then I'll be ready to start writing it out

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thedo0zyslider · 28 days

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Explosions Across Lifetimes - Chapter Thrifty Three: In The End With You - 4K Words

The group goes on an end adventure, and a certain goblin gets to see a certain someone again because of it.

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After his first meeting with the Sheriff, Fwhip resists the urge to go back as soon as he can. He doesn’t want to come off as over excited, or clingy or anything, so he stays away from the Mesa for a while. Gives the Sheriff a chance to get less busy and come visit the caves first, see all his fine handiwork on the houses and the stores and whatnot. Even if Fwhip does really, really wanna go out there, and see the blonde’s face again.

He stays in Gobland like he doesn’t want to instead, for at least a month or two, building and making upgrades to the town along the way; including a factory or two along the way. He also does quite a bit of mining, the main thing the goblin is looking for being diamonds. He is in bad need of some diamonds, having used a lot of them for tools recently, or having stored them in the kingdom's vault; for any further surprise emergencies. The diamonds being the one speck of light blue in a sea of beautiful, beautiful gold…

And one day, on one of these diamond mining expeditions, Fwhip finds something interesting. Something much cooler than diamonds too, after he’s sent the other miners down a different tunnel to dig alone. And the ginger is soon glad he did that, because he soon finds himself in the freaking Stronghold of legend and fairy tales, the building already a light with torches. Upon a further, yet very confused investigation, he finds that the portal is lit and open too. And according to the stories, it’s supposed to be closed, with no eyes of ender being placed in the frames.

Fwhip is equally puzzled and amazed by his discovery, the portal swirling with stars and void rather beautifully. But it’s a little uneasy, seeing that the portal is lit. Especially when the Stronghold is in his empire, and he knows none of his goblins had found it. They would’ve done the proper safety regulations, and reported directly to him if so. And someone would’ve been noted missing if they did find it and foolishly go through the portal, never minding the thought of how any regular citizen would’ve gotten nine whole eyes of ender.

The Goblin King frowns, and slowly but surely retreats from the fortress, adding more torches and blocking off dark hallways as he goes. And several minutes later, when he gets back to the start of the cave, he places down the proper warning signals, then scampers back up to the surface to get to the bottom of all this.

He goes around over the next few days, asking every ruler from every empire if they’d found and opened the portal before him. (He is very normal and not a flustered, blushing mess when he has to seek out Jimmy again, thank you very much.) Everywhere he goes, the answer is a resounding no from all his peers, much to the goblins surprise and slight worry each time. So Fwhip organizes a date and a time for all thirteen of them to gather in Gobland, and venture into the End Dimension. In case something seriously bad has happened, and he needs backup upon entering the place.

The twelve of them (minus Scott, because he hadn’t been there that day for whatever personal reason) make their way down the mines, Jimmy warning everyone to be careful every few minutes or so. Everyone but Fwhip probably tunes him out, the constant warnings getting a little annoying. But the goblin can never get tired of hearing the Sheriff’s voice, so he does listen when he can, and when the ruckus of the other’s doesn’t drown him out. Though a few people do chat happily with the Sheriff in between his words of warning, their whole group now having ample time to get acquainted since the blonde and the goblin’s first meeting.

Though when they get there, Fwhip finds himself as the one who has to go in first. He is the one who found the portal, after all. A bolt of nervous energy goes through him, that uneasy feeling from when he first found the portal returning. Because this is a new dimension, and everyone’s waiting for him to go in first, but what if something goes horribly wrong because the portal was mysteriously opened and someone gets hurt and it’s all his fault-

“Fwhip you found it, come on.” Jimmy says quietly, nudging the goblin forward as gently as he can; and also momentarily startling him. Fwhip looks over his shoulder at him, and feels warmth blossom in his chest at the reassuring smile he sees. He nods at the blonde, flashing his own smile in return, and lets his body fall into the portal. Not even five minutes later he’s landing on the spawn platform, and clutching the endstone for dear life as twelve other bodies land beside him, and they all precariously bridge to the central island.

As soon as they get to the End, it’s absolute chaos. Pure and utter chaos, something the goblin totally expected from this group. There’s shouting, people running everywhere, and at least seven of them have stared at Enderman for too long. Which is really impressive because all of them have collectively been here for like, maybe five or six minutes maximum.

Unfortunately, one of those people is Fwhip, and he’s soon scrambling to get under cover; where the enderman can’t reach. He doesn’t really wanna die today, no thank you. So he runs towards one of the obsidian towers, planning to make a small hiding place next to it, and invite any other poor soul under there with him. He just has to contrast it without dying first, a task easier said than done with several enderman swarming and teleporting around….

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Jimmy’s first experience in the End is hard endstone bruising him quite literally everywhere as he falls, and then almost accidentally being pushed into the void. Thank you very much Joel and Joel’s dumb, far too big for anyone muscles . That looked ugly on him too and totally not hot, you know, while Jimmy was at it with the insults.

His second experience in the end is screaming his lungs out and running frantically, about five enderman trying to kill him. Because he’d somehow managed to piss off five in the span of a minute somehow! Because of course he would!

The Sheriff, along with a few others, ends up running around like an embarrassing idiot for several long minutes, desperately trying to place down the water he brought to fend off his attackers. Which fails every time, because he gets hit every time he pulls the bucket out; like the damn things know what he has in there. But, thankfully, it doesn’t take long for his savior to come and stop his death in the end, his savior being a certain short goblin man that Jimmy has recently found himself a little fond of.

“Jimmy! Over here!” Fwhip calls from a little ways off, beckoning the Sheriff forward. He is crouched under a platform of stone, one small enough to where the endermen cannot reach him. And a few were currently trying to, angrily teleporting around and screaming like there was no tomorrow. Jimmy feels his eyes widen in hope, and books it straight for where the goblin is hiding.

He slides into the hiding space as quickly as possible, maneuvering through the small mass of teleporting enderman, entirely out of breath when he gets under it. Jimmy’s attackers join the outside of the platform with Fwhip’s and the screaming that had been there before quickly becomes ten times louder than it already was beforehand. The goblin makes sure he’s okay, and the tugs jimmy closer, until both their backs are pressed against the cool obsidian wall that makes up the back of their little fort.

Him and Fwhip stay crouched under the platform together, shoulder to shoulder the whole time they are hiding. The goblin is flushed against Jimmy, his ears flattened back. They were probably hurting from all the sounds going on, all the yelling going on just outside their little safe space (human and non human alike.) And Jimmy can get it, his own ears occasionally flattening in discomfort from the enderman and all their friends. The Sheriff feels a wave of empathy crash over him, and tries to block the sounds with his body the best he can.

When Fwhip gives him a look that is so kind and grateful, Jimmy also tries his best to not blush like an idiot. As hard as that was when they were so tightly pressed together, and Fwhip was just so nice; personality and looks wise…

It takes about five to ten minutes for their group to get a handle on everything, for the enderman around them to stop screaming; either because they disperse or are naked by stray arrows. But eventually, the two emperors, who still stay pressed together the whole time, scoot away from the wall, and try to hit the legs of their attackers with swords, though the success is limited. (What’s not limited though is the blush on Jimmy’s face, from Fwhip basically sitting on top of him as they half heartedly swing at enemy endermen….)

“The dragon’s not even here!” Someone yells out, Jimmy can’t tell who over the lingering screams of the enderman. It sounds like Sausage maybe. Or maybe even Pix, though that one feels like a stretch based on the scream. But whoever it is, the voice is decently annoyed at the reptile missing in action.

“Neither is the egg!” Another voice, one that’s definitely Shelby, says from a bit of a long way off. If he and Fwhip peak their heads out, they can just about see her, standing where the egg should be; according to old explorers journals. And right on the edge of some weird portal, a portal that is presumably the group’s ticket home, if the way they got here is any indication.

“This sucks!” Katherine’s voice joins the fray, sorely disappointed. Which made sense, she had come ready to kick ass and take names. And with a concerningly big battle axe too, Jimmy having to wonder where in the world she had either gotten or made that in her reportedly cursed lands. Or if she’d just found the thing somewhere in a loot, which seemed just as likely with the hundreds of old, old ruins known to be dotted around the world.

“You two can come now by the way, the endermen are gone!” Gem calls, hands cupped over her mouth, to help the sound reach everyone hiding. Because apparently more than just the two of them had bitten off more than they could chew, and were forced to hide from their aggressors. “You too Lizzie! And Joey!”

All four of them slowly shuffle out, rejoining the rest of their friends. Who all look like they’d taken a beating from the Endermen, not that the ones hiding had it much better before they’d hidden. Jimmy and Fwhip separate very fast, the Sheriff fixing his now crooked hat. The two men act like they weren’t basically cuddling under there, and sheepishly go to stand next to other people. (Namely Lizzie for Fwhip, and Sausage for Jimmy.)

Joel looks up at the empty sky, and lets out a bored huff. Most of the group promptly side-eye’s the God for having such an attitude on their very first group adventure together, sans Scott of course. “We didn’t kill it, we’re all useless!” Joel exclaims, hands placed decisively on his hips. That earns a few unhappy grumbles, all of which the brunette promptly ignores.

“That’s a shame,” Pix says, resting his hat further back on his head. He looks thoroughly disappointed by this discovery, for some reason. “I would’ve loved to study it.”

“What would you have studied…?” False asks, sounding a little uncertain. She still has her sword clutched in her palm, ready for action at a moment's notice. Or to stab one of the other emperors, if they happen to startle her. She's still flighty enough around them to believably do that, in Jimmy’s mind anyways.

“The body.” Pix says calmly, like it’s not the most disturbing response possible to that question. And, well, he is an archaeologist. They do study dead things….so the Sheriff supposes that it makes sense. Doesn’t make his response any less creepy though. He half wonders if he needs to keep tabs on Pix now, in case he parktakes in activities like grave robbing or illegal autopsies.…

“I think it, uh, explodes when it dies.” Shelby says awkwardly, giving their historian a rather weird look. Which means he has to be really weird, for the witch who lives in the supposedly haunted swamp to be looking at him like he’s crazy.

Pix just sighs in even more disappointment, and shakes his head rather sadly. “Another shame, then.” Jimmy briefly wonders what is wrong with him, to be so disappointed over no dead dragon body...

“ANYWAYS,” Joel says loudly, ending that rather uncomfortable exchange and causing heads to whip in his direction and most of them to jump in surprise. (They all graciously ignore how Lizzie goes at least two feet in the air, even if Joey does give her a brief Look.) “Are we going home or what?”

“I vote to go home.” Sausage says instantly, raising his hand. Fwhip follows his lead, and Gem, Jimmy, Katherine and (surprisingly) Pix all raise their hands as well. Majority vote seems to be that they should go home, the rest of the group either seeming indecisive or not caring too much about the next course of action, by the looks on their faces.

“Same here.” Joey says, arms being crossed rather sassily over his chest. His fish tail, that Jimmy had just noticed the pirate had, swished behind it’s owner in agreement. “I’m not exploring after almost getting killed by like, ten endermen.”

Murmurs of agreement follow his words, from more people than had raised their hands, and Joel lets out an annoyed sigh. Like he’s obligated to stay with the group or something. “ Fine , I guess we can go home. Since you're all too wimpy to explore the islands.”

“Let's get to the portal then!” Sausage says, with a far too cheery clap of his hands for this situation. Probably to cover all the rude words and grumbles yet again thrown at their god friend for the second time that day. Sanctuary’s protector then leads them over to where the exit portal is, and insists Fwhip should go in first. Because he found the Stronghold and entered the other portal first, and all of that stuff. To test it if something goes horribly wrong But the goblin isn’t having any of that, and volunteers the Sheriff before anyone else can even get a word in edgewise, or also volunteer themselves.

“In ya go, Sheriff!” Fwhip says, merrily, right as he shoves Jimmy into the weird glowing portal thingy. The Sheriff can only grab onto his hat, and let out a startled yelp, before he’s falling through darkness. And that’s all he sees for a long few minutes, nothing but pitch black darkness. The next thing Jimmy knows, he’s hitting the hard ground, grass not cushioning his fall in the slightest. The landing takes the breath out of him for a minute, but when Jimmy opens his eyes he is greeted with the blue sky of the Overworld.

Lifting his head a bit, he can just barely see a few pieces of wood planted in a circle, with a campfire directly in the middle. The portal must’ve thrown him back out at spawn instead of his bed in Tumble Town, by the looks of it. Even though he was supposed to be back in his empire, according to all that stuff about the end he’d researched before the short expedition.

Right as he thinks that, there’s a weight landing on the Sheriff chest; causing him to let out a surprised oof . Looking up again gives him the view of Fwhip, who had spawned in the exact same spot Jimmy had. The goblin was basically straddling him, both men chest to chest and staring at each other in bewilderment for a few seconds, before the goblin realizes what’s happening and moves faster than he ever has in his life .

“Oh, um…” Fwhip mumbles, pushing himself upwards a little, so they are not exactly chest to chest. He feels his face flush in embarrassment, and tries his best to ignore the very hard and strong muscles he can feel under his palms. “Hi..”

Jimmy blinked up at him, his blue eyes all wide. And pretty… . “Hey…ah-” He mumbled, hands fumbling around, like he didn’t know what to do with them. The Sheriff ends up hovering them over the goblin’s waist, and Fwhip thinks that’s precisely when his brain stops working.

“I didn't know it would spit us out on the same spot, sorry….” He mutters, maneuvering off the Sheriff carefully, even with the hands on his waist, ones that he steadily and a little regretfully moves off his skin. Fwhip sets himself down on the grass, a few inches away, and resists the urge to hide his burning red face in his hands. He feels his tail curl inwards in shame, and can barely look at Jimmy when he speaks next.

“It’s fine…” The blonde clears his throat, sitting up himself. He reaches up to fix his hat, readjusting the accessory atop his head. “We should move, in case someone else spawns in.” His gaze is fixed to the side, turned away from Fwhip, but there’s still a cherry hue visible on his cheeks.

“Right, yeah.” The goblin says, scooting a foot or so back from their landing point. Jimmy does the smarter thing, and gets to his feet. So he can walk away and get further out of range, instead of scrambling on the ground like some sort of gremlin. (Which Fwhip was, for the record.) He feels a little embarrassed when he realizes that, but doesn’t have time to dwell on it longer. Before either of them know it, two more figures are spawning. And they’re not on top of each other, which makes Fwhip want to grumble about why that even happened to the two of them only, and if the universe was just trying to embarrass him. The probability of which seemed highly likely.

Lizzie and Katherine are now in the grass next to them, both women similarly disoriented from their own fall. The former’s mask had gotten a little dislodged, and she quickly scrambled to right it on her face again. Fwhip does notice the totally not suspicious cat like features at all, and sees Jimmy politely avert his eyes. Katherine is just getting her own bearings, and doesn’t notice any fur or ears on the women beside her. Though the Princess probably doesn’t need to guess the Mayor’s secret identity, like the rest of them.

“Did you guys get dropped here too?” Katherine says, now picking herself up from the grass. Her pretty pink dress has been stained with dirt from the fall, and she brushes the loose specs off fiercely as she speaks. Her hair’s a mess too, and she has to quickly fix her pigtails.

“Yeah!” Fwhip says, feeling his tail flick in the grass. He briefly wonders why that was, but quickly comes to the conclusion that it’s part of the End’s weird magic. Magic no one should play around with, if they know what’s good for them. In the goblin’s opinion, anyway.

“Wonder why the others didn’t….” Lizzie hums, reflecting his own thoughts. Though she seems a little more curious and hung up on it than Fwhip is; and he’s sure there’s a few more of their friends that are very willing to investigate with her. Namely Pix, probably, and most likely Scott as well; since he was an adventurer or whatever.

“I'll have to ask them later.” Jimmy shrugs, sounding a little determined to find out. (Which was kinda hot, Fwhip had to be honest.) He was determined about a lot of things, but the goblin just supposes it comes with being the Sheriff. You have to be determined to be law enforcement, after all.

Lizzie and Katherine make a mumble of agreement, and the former gets to her feet with normal human agility. That leaves Fwhip the only one left on the grass, and he feels a little silly just….sitting there on the ground. But before he can get his own self to his feet, The Sheriff, who probably thinks he’s still disoriented from the fall, is suddenly in front of him to help.

“Up you go!” Jimmy says, reaching a hand down to the goblin, a lopsided smile is stretched across his face. Fwhip blinks up at him, a little mesmerized, and tries his hardest not to stare and get lost in that expression. He grabs Jimmy’s hand before he even realizes he’s reached up to do so (holy shit he’s holding Jimmy’s hands holy shit holy shit-) , and before the goblin can even process anything he’s being hauled to his feet.

“Thanks.” He huffs, leaning against Jimmy a little as he first gets to his feet. The Sheriff doesn’t seem to mind it, despite what just happened. All he does is give the other a kind, helpful little smile, not holding the goblin back when he prematurely lets go. He gives him his space to regain his composure, and then turns to Katherine for a brief chat. Once he knows his other friend is alright, of course. (Friends? Are they friends? Certainly after today they’ve moved into the friends category, right…?)

Fwhip notices all that concern the Sheriff has for him, and he nearly melts into a happy little green puddle right then and there. He always thought this guy couldn't get any better, but apparently he can!!! This guy can apparently always get better!!! Much to Fwhip’s great delight, truly!! He can’t believe it!!

He gets so lost in his thought about how great the Sheriff is, he doesn’t even notice that the man is leaving. Fwhip doesn’t notice until the blonde is about halfway down the path, his short chat with Katherine and Lizzie long over, and is turning to wave at the three of them as he departs back for Tumble Town.

“See you guys later, yeah?” The Sheriff says, tipping his hat in goodbye. His eyes go to all of them, but seem to linger on Fwhip the longest. That, or he’s just imagining things for his own benefit. Though it doesn’t really hurt to hope…

“Bye Jimmy!” He calls back, giving the blonde a small wave and a rather beaming smile/ Lizzie and Katherine echo him, calling goodbyes of their own, and Jimmy’s figure slowly best surely fades into the distance. Fwhip watches him go, for maybe several minutes too long, unable to tear his fond gaze away from the receding figure. Even when Jimmy is nothing but a distant dot on the horizon. And it’s not long after that the rest of them depart, all tired and ready to rest at home after their epic End Adventure.

“See you two later!” Katherine calls, being the next one to leave, frantically waving to the both of them. Fwhip feels a small giggle bubble in his throat at the enthusiasm, and waves back happily. Lizzie does the same beside him, tail not so discreetly curling in amusement behind her.

“Bye Katherine!” Lizzie calls, watching their friend go for a bit. Fwhip gives the Princess his own wave of goodbye, enthusiastically calling out her name. Not even a minute later, it is just the two of them left, and both emperors set off on the shared path to their own empires. Shared path, because Lizzie thought it would be funny to set up directly on top of Gobland. Though she was a pretty good neighbor, always giving him extra resources and trinkets. so he guessed the offense was forgiven. He guessed .

“What?” Fwhip says with a tad hint of suspicion, noticing the look Lizzie has been giving him for the past few minutes of their walk. Which was basically most of it. They’re walking beside each other step for step now, down the slightly bump path leading away from spawn and to both their empires. A path Fwhip makes a mental note to go back and fix up one day, when his schedule is clear and he has nothing else to do.

“Oh nothing!” Animalia’s Mayor says, a cheeky, cat-like grin probably stretching across her face. Probably, Fwhip can’t tell with that weird human mask on. “You and the Sheriff are just very interesting!”

“Are we?” Fwhip asks, feeling his suspicions grow even more. Though the goblin really does hope she’s not talking about what he thinks she is. He hopes he’s not that obvious, more so so he can keep denying it to himself than anything. “How so?”

Lizzie holds back a giggle, lightly elbowing her friend in the side. The goblin wants to shrivel up and die as soon as those cursed and entirely correct words leave her mouth. “Well, you clearly like like him.”

“I do not!” Fwhip snorts, already feeling flustered. And embarrassed too, like the Sheriff himself was with them once again. The kind of flustered and light feeling he only felt whenever the man was around, or when anyone seemed to talk about him, or when the goblin thought about him….or when anything related to Jimmy comes up at all…..

“You were staring and blushing the whole time!” Lizzie insists very strongly, an ear flicking excitedly from behind her mask. It’s clear she won’t be letting this one go any time soon, that’s for sure. “Everyone saw it!”

“Well can you blame me!? He’s handsome!” Fwhip fires back, feeling the red hot blush steadily creep up his face. It must be all the way to his ears by now, with how hot his face is. He'll stand by the point till the day he dies by the way, that Jimmy’s the hottest man Fwhip’s ever seen in his life; screw his past crushes!

“Debatable” Lizzie hums, her tail that is totally not real swishing in amusement. She’s really doing a poor job of hiding what she really is, truly.

Fwhip rolls his eyes with a snort, and pokes her playfully in the arm with a claw. “You think Joel is hot, that’s what’s ‘debatable.’ ” Lizzie makes a sound, one that comes out as offended, and pokes him back with her own claw.

“It’s not ‘debatable’ !” Lizzie exclaims, her fur fluffing up beneath her mask, revealing the orange and black spots lining her cheeks. “Your crush is debatable !”

“Whatever!” Fwhip snorts once again, a giggle escaping him at his friends puffed up fur. Lizzie protests again, a blush surely on her face just like it is hers, and that's how they spend the rest of the walk home; all the way till the duo reaches Goblands entrance. Red faced, teasing each other, and thinking of crushes neither of them agree, or will ever agree on.

(Fwhip wonders when he’s going to see Jimmy next as they talk, and feels his tail flick in excitement, hoping that it’ll be soon…)

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new eal tonight i prommy theres just a lot of words :D

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Clara and Caleb from eal!!

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Explosions Across Lifetime - Chapter 32: A New Sheriff In Town - k Words

Fwhip finally gets to meet the Sheriff, and he's a much different than expected (and maybe a little handsome as well…)

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It takes a few days and a bunch of more building and town expansion, but Fwhip does, eventually, get going towards the mesa. It’s a few days later than he would’ve liked, but goblins were always busy. They probably did most things a few days later normally, so this wasn’t any different. Just more annoying, because Fwhip was more excited about it than doing, like, all the paperwork he had to file before leaving the city yesterday. So much paperwork for all the new buildings, so much…..

It’s about another day or two’s walk to the mesa, not counting the search for the empire; which just happened to be in one of the biggest biomes around. Though hopefully there’s some indication of life, or Fwhip will be really out of luck. It’s not smart to wander the mesa aimlessly for days, and he alo really doesn’t want to.

He thankfully does find those signs of life he was hoping for, in the form of footprints still lingering in the sand. Which means they’re fresh, for the wind to not have blown them all away by now. It means people, and possibly a town, were closer than he thought. Fwhip flicks his tail in excitement, and starts to leave little markers in his wake. Little things like torches so that will be visible, even in the night. And some rocks, things not found in the aboveground of the mesa. So he has a clear path out of here, at least until the new empire can afford to put some roads up. And he won’t fault them if it takes too long, for the goblin personally knows how expensive several feet of road can be to put down, no matter the material you’re making it from.

It does not take Fwhip long to find the town after he finds the footprints, only having to walk for about fifteen minutes more. He knows he’s the news empire when he spots houses, ones made of oak and spruce, sitting atop the clay and surrounded by several large cave openings. Beyond the houses is a large, circular dip in the ground, where Fwhip assumes more of the empire would be. That’s where he would build after all, if this was his biome to own.

The goblin hums, and enters the town slowly and respectfully. He doesn’t want to come off as an intruder as he walks through these houses. Though that doesn't seem hard to do, as most of the town’s residents either seem to be inside or off working somewhere. He isn’t even sure anyone notices him at all for the first few minutes of walking.

After a few minutes of walking around town, and waving to the few people he did see outside (all cow hybrids for the most part, the goblin noted,) Fwhip was directed to where the town's emperor would most likely be residing at this time. He gives a quick thank you to the citizen who told him that, a kind looking woman with a round face, and hurried in the direction she pointed towards.

She says their leader is called the Sheriff, and that he lives down in the fishbowl. Really big building right against one of the walls, so apparently you can’t miss it. So Fwhip, rightly assuming the large hole in the ground is the fishbowl, starts to slowly make his way down the side of it; on one of the makeshift paths he sees carved into the wall. It seems they haven’t finished terraforming this area quite yet.

Fwhip spots the house the woman was talking about rather quickly, the building standing out just like she said it would. He thanks her in his head again for the directions, and quickly dashes across the empty fishbowl area. This part of the empire is again, rather empty, and also very big. He feels less awkward moving hastily down here than he did when more people would watch him. And also somewhat justified by the rather large distance between the wall and his next destination.

He approaches the Sheriff’s house, as the woman from before had called it, slowing his pace as he sees a figure outside. The person is rather tall, with cow ears and a tail just like most of the people here. His blond hair is covered by a cowboy’s hat, something that also seems to be a normal sight in this town. Which stands out quite a lot to the goblin. It’s not everyday you see cow hybrids of cowboys, much less the two of those things together.

The new ruler in the east is…a cowboy. In an old western town. Which shouldn't surprise Fwhip as much as it does, considering the…. everything about the mesa, really. It's not something he’d usually be expecting, but he’d have to get used to it he supposed.

The other seems to be moving some stuff, personal belongings he presumes, inside from somewhere else. Maybe another place he had stayed out before, one further out and closer to his people. They did seem to be newly setting up this area, after all. The man’s ear flicks as Fwhip approaches further, probably hearing the crunch of his boots against the sandy floor below. He turns his head, and sees the goblin leader’s cautious approach. Fwhip makes a friendly face once he’s spotted, hoping he isn’t stepping out of line hy visiting. He has no idea what this guy’s really like, after all. For all the goblin knows, he could be a huge douchebag.

The new emperor returns the welcoming yet cautious smile when their eyes meet, and Fwhip thinks he might’ve just met the living embodiment of the sun itself. His smile is warm, even despite the understandable wariness hiding under them. The hair hidden under his hair looks well taken care of and windswept, and just generally really nice. His eyes are wide and blue, and just looks…. soft. His whole face is defined, yet also soft looking at the same time. Fwhip feels like it’s the cow in him that contributes to the latter. Not that he’s complaining.

Fwhip is honestly a little mesmerized as he finishes approaching the other, and also trying to keep himself from staring. Even if that was harder when they were closer, the goblin now being able to see the man’s features more clearly. (Or maybe he was just weak for stupidly pretty men. That was always an option)

The man was… dashing , he had to admit. Ruggedly handsome in every sense of the phrase. Clearly had some nice muscles hidden under that vest. But Fwhip should learn his name at least, maybe get to know him first, before wondering what the new ruler looks like shirtless.

“Hello there!” The cow man smiles softly at him. His voice has a decently heavy southern accent to it, one that seems to just fit him. Even if some of it sounds (and probably is) slightly faked for appearances in the moment. He has to wonder what his real voice sounds like under it all. “What brings you here?”

“I heard some talk of a new empire in the east, and wanted to drop by for a visit!” Fwhip says, feeling his face mirror the others' expressions just a bit. His tail moves idly behind him, kicking up some sand and throwing small grains of it from side to side. The new emperor watches it curiously for a second, before speaking once again.

“Oh! Are you one of the other emperors!?” The blonde says, his eyes lighting up in recognition. Which made sense, because he’d probably heard about all the other civilizations around here. The newer ones that were just being made, and a bunch of the older ones. The goblin wondered how much the man had been told about his own home down in the caves.

“Yep! King Fwhip of the Goblands! Pleased to make your acquaintance!” Fwhip smiled his widest, probably very toothy grin, reaching out a friendly hand. The other man takes it enthusiastically, giving a really strong handshake in return. (So he does have muscles under that vest after all…)

“Jimmy, Sheriff of Tumble Town at your service!” The blonde tips his hat as he speaks, and Fwhip cannot help but smile, finding the action quite endearing. He likes this guy a lot already, really likes him! He also cannot help but repeat the name over and over again in his head, making sure he never forgets it. It's a name he wouldn’t want to forget, not ever for any reason.

“I like what you’ve done with the place so far!” He compliments, taking a glance around the fishbowl. It;s not as decorated or filled out as the upper parts of the empire, but it still looks nice. He’d clearly taken some time, the redsand that was originally here obviously having been replaced with the normal stuff they were currently standing on. “Really!?” Jimmy sounds a little surprised at the complement, like he doesn't get them much. Or he’s just very humble. Fwhip files both of those possibilities away in his mind for later. “Yep! It’s not often you see an old western town anymore!” He flashes another smile, one that's earnest and probably still a little toothy. Jimmy seems wholly unbothered by the last thing anyways, to Fwhip’s joy. Most non goblins think all the gobliny things about him are weird. Jimmy rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, giving more credit to Fwhip’s theory of him being humble. “Well, I’ve done the best I could, I’m not much of a builder.”

“I beg to differ!” Fwhip protested, his smile falling a bit at the words. The building he’d seen here, including the Sheriff’s house, looked fantastic! There were a few rough edges here and there, as most builds could have, but for the most part this place looked amazing! Jimmy and his people were very skilled builders, and the goblin would hear nothing different!

“You flatter me.” The Sheriff laughs, a light shade of pink starting to dust his cheeks. Deep down, the goblin feels a little proud he was able to get such a reaction. And it was only they’re first meeting as well!

“I did notice that you’re lacking roads,” Fwhip noted, the whole interaction making him feel warm and welcome. So much so that the goblin felt confident enough to do some small self advertising. “My empire sells stone, if you’re ever in need of some for that!”

“Oh, thank you!” Jimmy says, clearly getting a little excited, either about the rocks or visiting Godland. Fwhip isn’t sure, but both of those are good options! Gobland and rocks are both two very exciting things! “I’ll have to drop by and grab some soon!” “Of course!” Fwhip’s tail curled up in delight behind him. Jimmy once again took notice of its movement, and smiled. They were both doing that a lot during this conversation, smiling and grinning. That had to be a good sign indeed.

“We should probably build a road between our two empires, if we’re gonna be trading like that.” Jimmy notes, momentarily stroking his chin. It is then that Fwhip notices that he has a slight amount of blonde stubble lining his lower face. Facial hair really suits him, huh…

“O-oh yeah, we should!” Fwhip finds himself stammering, pleased yet thrown off by the suggestion. (And the beard stubble still) It’s exactly something he would think to do, but you know, great minds think alike and whatnot.“You’re very eager to make alliances already, dear Sheriff.”

“Well I dont wanna start out on bad terms with anyone.” Jimmy explained. His accent had become less fake while they spoke, the heavy southern twang starting to leave it. It became more like his real voice by the minute. Fwhip thinks he likes it a lot more than whatever cowboy front he puts on normally. “And I figure you’re a good ally to have!”

“Why thanks, Sheriff!” The goblin feels his own cheeks flush a little at the compliment, and holds back a small amused sound and Jimmy’s enthusiasm. He’s glad his first impressions have apparently been so good so far. A moment later Jimmy asked a question, his tone sounding more serious than it had before. And it is the first of many times Fwhip will hear this question be asked over their time knowing each other. And everytime it is, the asksers tone will get even more serious (and maybe a bit broken as well, but that is a story for later.) “You respect the law, though, right?” “Of course! Goblins love the law!” Fwhip says, a little curious. He’s honest when he says it, well, as honest as a goblin can be, but he still has to wonder about the seriousness in his new friend's tone. (And yes, they’re friends already, even if they’ve only known each other for like, twenty minutes.)

“Good, good! Just had to make sure!” Jimmy said with yet another smile, the striking seriousness leaving his tone as soon as it had entered it. “As the Sheriff, protecting the law is very important to me!” “It’s good that we have someone doing that then!” Fwhip responded. That must’ve been it then, a strong sense of duty to his job. Nothing more and nothing less. He rather liked that in a man, in fact! A good sense of duty was a great trait to have in goblin society!

“Would you like a tour of Tumble Town, by the way? SInce you’re already here and all.” Jimmy offers, quickly shoving whatever he had been moving before in his house, so he could deal with it at a later time. The goblin tries not to stare at his muscles as he moves a whole, and presumably full chest, inside his front door. (...Dear lord this guy could break him in half….)

“Oooh that would be lovely! And we could discuss road placements as well?” He suggests waiting a quick moment for the Sheriff to finish up his small chore. It is becoming very hard to not stare at his muscles, or just him in general. Fwhip hopes it is just the heat getting to his head, since he’s not used to it.

“Yes! Great idea!” Jimmy says, excitedly walking off his front porch and into the sand below. “Let’s get going with this tour, partner!” He adds, with a tip of his hat, and Fwhip cannot help but laugh loudly as he follows the cow hybrid further into his empire.

They spend the next few hours walking around Tumble Town, and a little bit of the mesa surrounding it as well. Fwhip listens very intently as Jimmy shows him the whole empire so far, all the houses and stores and the mines. He makes sure the blonde knows he is interested and listening at all times. He listens as they walk for what has to be three hours straight, getting a tour of the fishbowl and discussing where future roads could be in and around Tumble Town, even if that mostly depends on where buildings end up being placed.

During the whole tour the two of them find themselves always close physically, bumping into each other so often they stop apologizing for it. It just becomes another part of the tour. Another thing that makes him feel welcome in this town, and safe around the Sheriff. Which is good, considering that's what a Sheriff is supposed to do anyways.

The tour ends around sunset, and he’s pretty sure this guy’s gonna be one of his good problems.

“Thank you for the tour, Sheriff!” Fwhip says, now standing on the outskirts of Tumble Town again, from the same way he entered from. His torches and other markers from earlier were still there, so he wasn’t too worried about finding his way back home, even if half his journey would be made in the dark. It’s a good thing goblins had night vision then. “I’ll have to give you one of Gobland when you come down!”

“No problem!” Jimmy tips his hat again, something he knows makes Fwhip giggle by now. He sounds a little excited when he speaks next, which just makes the goblin more excited. Which in turn makes him feel like a small little dog full of energy. “And I’m looking forward to that tour!”

“I promise you’ll get it! Goblins honor!” He gives a salute, mirroring his hand movement with his tail best he can, for a double salute of sorts. Jimmy makes an amused snort at his theatrics. “I’ll be seeing you around I presume?”

“Yep!” Jimmy confirms, sounding like he’s already making plans five weeks in advance. And Fwhip is doing so as well, to be honest. “Hopefully we can meet again soon!” “Oh I’ll make sure we do!” He promises, ears flicking as he speaks. Jimmy watches that movement too, seeming very fascinated by all his movements. Even though as a cow, he should do similar things with his own ears and tail. “Us goblins are very persistent when we want something!”

“I'll hold you to it!” Jimmy says, starting to wave as the goblin retreats. He would love to stay longer, but darkness is falling fast. He wants to get home before a lot of mobs start to spawn. He was not in the mood to deal with skeletons, not tonight. Not after the great, amazing day he’d just experienced. “Goodbye, Fwhip!”

“Bye-bye, see you later!” Fwhip called over his shoulder, parting with a wide grin on his face, and excitement for the next time they would see each other as he followed his touches and whatnot out of the orange and red biome for the first time.

Out of all the emperors, new and old, Fwhip was going to make sure to keep this one close. No matter what it took.

He didn’t let the things, or the people, that he liked go easily. Especially not ones like the Sheriff.

#explosions acorss lifetimes #ron.fic #jimmy solidarity #ron.writing #empires smp #fwhimmy #fwhip #empiresshipping #empires shipping #the sheriff #goblin fwhip

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