#my smajor suffers series

[tubbytarchia]

Just saw this Jimmy skin for the first time from back when he could still experience joy and whimsy and uh yeah I can't blame anyone for having any parental instincts towards him (looks at myself and my moots and Doc)

#could not help myself. Bee onesie Jimmy.... He's so cute #my friend liveblogged their watch of this series and apparently even then people were making fun of him pretty relentlessly lol #smajor and others were so meaannn guh. Calling him the worst and killing him and talking about killing him. it stretches back far huh #but it was different at least... He was still a bit joyful... but in retrospect it hurts a lot lol. My poor son!!! #jimmy solidarity #tubby art #Being Jimmy is suffering... #one of these days he will pop off though. I trust him #also Martyn was there at least. Sigh Martyn and Jimmy... The joy and whimsy of the old days... #And some other guy we didnt know who very kindly got Jimmy's items back to him after he died once #this is what the Jimmy pipeline does. Him getting shown the slightest kindness is unfortunately noteworthy #Sorry from the LEGACY SMP! idk why I neglected to mention it for those who are wondering whoops

[scribbling-dragon]

scott for an au i am working on,, watcher’s nest cafe. if you’re interested (some details under the cut)

- has been working at the watcher’s nest (cafe) for the past four years

- was a fashion/textiles student. now works at the cafe full time

- co-workers with jimmy and pearl, was also co-workers with grian too, but he quit

- is part-siren, though he’s never used his voice to charm someone out of something since he was ten - there’s no need to use it when he can steal something just as easily without it ;)

- has an old pocket watch, something which many people have questioned him over, seeing as said watch is broken and stuck at a particular time. he keeps it in his pocket anyway

#don't you guys just love the background of this piece? it's so...unique. and interesting. wonder how i came up with the design huh #also didn't mention that i gave him a bad leg <3 projection at it's finest. if i have to suffer so does he /lh #this au is kinda a hybrid between the life series and empires. but i'm having fun with it :DD #feel free to send in asks..i'll try not to be too cryptic with my responses ;) #(THIS AU WILL ALSO HAVE MAJORWOOD. JUST SO YK) #watcher's nest café au #juno.art #scott smajor #scott smajor fanart #empires smp #empiressmp #empires smp fanart #empires scott #empires season 2 #life series #trafficblr

[cadcreates]

So I made a secret life animatic about Scott's sacrifice for Gem

Ngl I've been avoiding Tumblr while I made this bc my anxiety would kill me if I happened to see something similar (yes, even art. No, idk why I'm like this)

#secret life smp #life series #life series spoilers #life series smp #this scene broke my heart #so suffer with me #Youtube #geminitay #scott smajor

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idk if this counts as a bad traffic idea but you can have it anyway

double life au where joel and scott are soulbound and joel just kills himself immediately cause he’d rather be out of the series then ever have to do anything that benefits scott smajor

This is my favorite example of the "guy who HATES the other guy with a PASSION he wants him DEAD he wants him to SUFFER" vs "guy who is normal" dynamic.

But honestly? What a raw thing to do. Joel is so right for that. King,

#RAAGGGGGHHHHHHH #salt was this you /hj #shoutout to my friends who talk about this EXACT THING all the TIME #i want joel to beat scott. somehow. someday #i need him to **win** #... whatever it is he needs to win #bad traffic idea #ask #trafficblr #smallishbeans #smajor1995

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is it just me or do people like nature wives

#locked in the same house au #my smajor suffers series #both of em #empires smp au #empires smp #empiresblr #esmp #nature wives #katherine elizabeth #shubble

[cyanroads]

Ok so. My way of welcoming @defonotsmajor to Tumblr is a Evo/LL headcanon because I'm not good at art.

So. Scott won last life. Scott and Jimmy were married as we all know.

Most people think Jimmy died first because the Watchers hate him and don't want him to win. But, the winner always suffers the most in my opinion right? They have to see the most of their friends dieing. They suffer the most.

So, I think the Listeners are the ones that made it so Jimmy died first. So he wouldn't have to watch everyone go one by one. How do the Watchers counteract this? They make the person he's closest to win. I'm not counting Grian because the Watchers are only canon I'm Last Life (where as the Property Police are canon in both)

The Watchers make Scott win. Sure Jimmy's close with the Southlanders. But the closest relationship in the Southlands to Jimmy is Martyn. And Martyn has left Jimmy before in Evo. Scott didn't leave Jimmy behind. The Watchers made Jimmy suffer by making the person he cares for most suffer. And we know how 3rd life is canon to empires (well that's my take because Pufferish of Peace and everything). What if LL is canon to a series and Jimmy finds out that Scott won? And the Watchers had a part in it? Jimmy's very much the kinda guy to blame himself for things. Like Skizz and Ren's deaths in 3l, and Martyn trying to leave him halfway through Evo.

So, Scott won because the Watchers wanted another way to hurt Jimmy because they couldn't affect him after he had already died.

Thoughts Evo fandom?

Also welcome again to Tumblr, Scott Smajor. Hopefully this welcome was better than the gay panic we went into when we saw you in the Empiresonas Discord and saw that you had been hovering on Tumblr

#evolution smp #solidarity gaming #jimmy solidarity #evo smp #solidaritygaming #inthelittlewood #dangthatsalongname #dangthatsalotofnames #Scott Smajor #smajor1995

[lost-emperor]

Well personally I am obsessed with Xornoth because I CAN NOT DO ANY ASKS TO HIM AND IT IS SAD

You've no idea how much I would love to annoy him with talking about you but like IT IS NOT POSSIBLE

So you've to suffer instead /lh (no idea if I used that correctly btw)

Plus I'm thirsty for Jornoth drama, we don't have any anymore in the series itself so yeah

And also oh my gosh reading that last thing together with having in mind that nightmare thing we saw from Xornoth and Gem because of Exor trying to use them and being able to use Xornoth or whatever the hell that was is freaking heartbreaking!

I love it.

[Joey pauses in the middle of packing a satchel bag.]

*sigh* Even my anons are obsessed with him... Am I a joke to you? /ref

Well, in any case, I won't be able to have direct contact with them for a very long time, so if you want your Xornoth angst, it's on aisle three with the Scott self-doubt and the Katherine angst... Do you think Xornoth's last name is Smajor? Y'know, since they're brothers and all?

[He puts another totem of undying into the bag, bringing the total amount of totems in the bag up to thirteen. They glow softly with golden life energy.]

I hope I won't need to use them... but just in case, I'd rather have one on hand than have none of them. I don't know if I can make more of these where I'm going.

#in character answers #ooc: ooooo im excitedddd

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JUST WATCHED GEM'S NEW VIDEO. HOW DO I WRITE THIS INTO SMAJOR SUFFERS. XORNOTH JUST HUGGED SCOTT AND I WANTED SCOTT TO HAVE HIS VILLAIN ARC W HIS BROTHER HOW DO I MAKE HIS BROTHER CORRUPT HIS FRIEND

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sorry for being gone for so long (also making scott smajor suffer<3) check tags for tws please :)

home.

but what was home?

he didn't know.

it might be here, but even as Scott thought that, he knew that Rivendell held too many memories he'd rather forget.

Jimmy had felt like home, but Scott had thrown that all away, he knew that.

for some reason, he could still remember the Codfather's expression as he'd pulled out the potions, could still see the blood, could still feel the pain, even thought it was Jimmy suffering and not him.

he was selfish.

his mother had told him that years ago, and his father had screamed at him for hours about him not being a good son and them being disappointed in him. suddenly, he felt a rush of gratefulness towards Xornoth for having murdered them.

Xornoth.

Xornoth had felt like home, in a way. he looked down at the blood red crystal on the chain around his neck. he undid the chain and looked at the crystal.

his brother.

letting out a hollow laugh, he looked back up.

he was alone, he knew that.

he couldn't let anyone see him.

he was dangerous!

but so was Xornoth, a little voice in his head started up. this is exactly how he felt.

Scott felt a feeling of hopelessness enter his soul. it was as if it were eating him, eating him up inside-

he was exactly like you.

"SHUT UP!" he screamed suddenly, hurling his necklace at the wall.

hurling his necklace at the wall?

he tried to catch it, but it was too late.

Xornoth was standing in front of him.

#rivendell #empiresblr #empires smp #scott smajor #smajor1995 #xornoth #fanfic #lmk if u want a part 2 #ask to tag #abuse tw #caps tw #violence tw #blood tw #joeldoesntknowwhatsleepis writing #am I going crazy (would I even know) series #my smajor suffers series

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ch15

Scott was furious.

Not irritated, not annoyed, not miffed.

Boiling with rage.

He was pacing the tundra, a scowl on his face, his fists balled. He was shaking from head to toe, looking as if if anyone approached him he'd immediately put a sword through their back.

Xornoth watched him, tensed up. His heartbeat was faster than usual, not that he’d ever admit that to himself.

No emotion, he reminded himself.

You just hugged your brother for the first time in, what, thirteen years? That’s emotion enough, Champion.

“Who are you?” Xornoth whispered.

“Xornoth?” Scott asked.

“Mhm?”

“Who are you talking too?”

Xornoth stared at the jagged, snowy peaks behind Scott.

“Nobody,” they forced themselves to say. They wanted to tell Scott the truth, they really did. But Scott- he was angry enough. They didn’t want to provoke him into hurting them.

“Sure,” Scott said, turning awake and continued pacing.

Done with your pleasant chit-chat, Champion?

Xornoth did his best to ignore it.

“What’s wrong?” he asked Scott quickly. Anything to distract him from the voice.

“The owl,” Scott stopped and gestured vaguely in the direction of the snowy white bird, which had arrived minutes prior.

“The owl?” Xornoth asked, confused.

“The message. Uh- fWhip’s been messing up Rivendell. Because I froze Gem.”

“You what?”

“Froze Gem. Accidentally.”

Xornoth could feel themselves shift into the mindset they’d always switched to in front of people; the cold, cruel one.

“Gem. And fWhip’s been griefing Rivendell?”

“Yeah,” Scott sighed. “I- I just don’t get it. An accident. An accident made my friend hate me. Most of my friends, I assume.”

Xornoth wasn’t really listening.

fWhip. fWhip had done wrong to Scott, because of an accident.

For Gem, he laughed suddenly in his mind. Of course.

The only way to get through fWhip was through his siblings.

“If he wants a villain, he’s getting a villain,” Scott said angrily, resuming his pacing.

“Are you going back to Rivendell?” Xornoth asked Scott.

“Yeah,” Scott nodded. “It’s Winterfest soon, anyway.”

“Winterfest,” Xornoth mused . “I wonder…”

-

Scott had left an hour before Xornoth.

The older twin had wished the demon safe travels, and had left, flying off on those amazing white wings Xornoth had been jealous of so many years ago.

Now Xornoth was in the Nether. Specifically, watching Shrub.

Everything better go according to plan, he thought. If not, I commit murder.

That’s my Champion, the voice laughed.

Frowning, Xornoth blocked it out and instead focused on the gnome.

Shutting his eyes tightly, he thought of corruption. He allowed it to take over his mind, his innermost thoughts, his brain, his body, everything- all he saw was corruption.

When he opened them, nothing had changed.

He had failed.

He was about to sneak away, but then he noticed the ginger girl walking up to Shrub.

Perfect.

Kind of.

He had failed.

Failed.

Failed, Champion.

The gnome gave Gem some mushroom stew, for some odd reason.

He calculated the odds of getting to the nearest portal before they noticed him.

Close to zero.

The ginger girl chewed the stew slowly.

They noticed her hair now had a streak of pure white, looking like frost against her bright plait.

He watched with bated breath, not quite sure what they were expecting.

The snowy white turned into corruption red, the vines twisting in her braid.

He exhaled silently.

Everything had gone according to plan, and Xornoth was about to show everybody that them and their brother were a force never to be trifled with, never to be messed with, or everyone will pay for everything they’ve ever done.

#i wrote this at 2am #my smajor suffers series #joeldoesntknowwhatsleepis writing #empires gem #geminitay #scott major #smajor #smajor1995 #dangthatsalongname #scott smajor #xornoth #rivnedell twins #empires smp #esmp #esmp fanfic #empires smp fanfic #empiresblr #shubble

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ch14

Another one, Pixl thought silently as he placed a green candle onto the Vigil. Another death.

It wasn't a murder, at least, Pixl tried to console himself. It was just Jimmy fallen off a cliff. Just.

It wasn't just. It was terrible. There was at least a death per day, nowadays, and even if they weren't murders, they still made Pixl sad to look at, the amount of candles on the Vigil ever increasing.

If anyone was murdered, one of their three lives would be taken away. Rulers, at least. Citizens only had one life, whether it was murder or fall damage.

No ruler had permanently died- yet- and Pixl lived in a constant state of fear and unease that one day, one of his friends would get into a battle and not make it out alive.

With a heavy heart, he lit the candle and watched the wax slowly melt and pour down the side of the green candle, only to be solidified halfway down. That was how he felt, really. There was something he needed to do, somewhere he had to be, but he was frozen when he was nearly at it, and forced to start it all over.

He sat down on the sand and let the sun's scorching rays hit his neck. Most days, the heat felt normal, but today the sun seemed to have a personal vendetta against him, for it burned his very skin, burned more than it usually did, burned so much he was sure that he was imagining it.

A snowflake floated down past him. It was beautiful but fragile, as if it could break at any moment. He watched with bated breath as it floated down, the sunlight reflecting and bouncing off it, splitting the unique pattern of the ice a million different ways, each glimmering in the light.

Wait.

A snowflake?

He looked up.

It was snowing.

The once near-glowing golden sand of Pixandria was already being submerged in white snow, as if his world had been wiped of colour. Looking around, almost all the buildings were covered in ice and snow, icicles even hanging off some.

This wasn't right. He lived in the desert- snow was little more than a rumour here. Now aware of his surroundings, he noticed snow on his hands.

So that was where the burning was coming from.

He'd never really felt snow before, apart from the rare occasions he was in Rivendell, and there it had always felt like this.

There shouldn't be snow.

There just shouldn't.

He wanted to cry, but couldn't; he had never been able to, not since he was a young prince, and then he could only cry when he heard the news of his parents' death, murdered by a highly trained assassin from Mythland.

He'd cried once in his 33 year long lifetime. Thinking back, that seemed rather worrying, especially considering the times he'd lost someone else, the broken promises of his childhood, the slowly ascending pain of being the Copper King.

If he could cry, however, he was sure he would be sobbing now, seeing his beautiful kingdom covered in snow and ice that didn't belong.

He wasn't so sure he belonged here anymore either.

a/n Pixl can't cry because he lives in the dry desert, where water is scarce, and being King has made him at one with the land- it's just a theory of mine (about my own fic? I'm not sure)

#my smajor suffers series #death tw #murder tw #not graphic he's just mentioning it #joeldoesntknowwhatsleepis writing #pixandria #pixlriffs #empires smp #empiresblr #esmp #esmp fanfic

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chapter 13 babeyyy

"Some people don't want to be saved."

Katherine, Gem, Shrub and Pearl were in the same room, discussing the predicament they found themselves in.

“I’m sure Scott does,” Shrub pressed. “We know him.”

“I still can’t believe you would say all of that stuff to him,” Pearl groaned.

“I didn’t think,” Gem said quietly. She hadn’t been the same since that happened; she was quieter, more paranoid, more scared.

“Well, there’s not much we can do without hearing from Rivendell first,” Pearl said, standing up, everyone else quietly agreeing with her.

Everyone left, one by one, until it was only Katherine in her meeting room.

She sighed. It had been a long few days.

Katherine walked to the door slowly, then stopped as soon as she saw the outside.

The Overgrown was wilting.

The flowers were withering away, the once bright array of colours in her empire now dull, some flowers already brown. A thin layer of frost coated the ground.

Looking around, the gnarled trees of the Overgrown had started losing their leaves. Most had flown away, but a few remained, withered and becoming more destroyed more every second, lying pathetically on the brown-ish grass.

The lush flower forest that Katherine knew so well was dying.

Tears sprang to her eyes.

She let herself cry, the tears sliding down her face, her cries making no sound.

She walked down to the Overgrown Cave (a/n idk what it’s called Katherine isn’t one of my main POVs), trying to ignore the dying world around her.

She sat on the soft moss quietly, the Cave being the only thing that hadn’t withered as far as she was aware. Her tears dropped down onto her skirt, and for a moment, Katherine thought that the cloth flowers on her skirt might wilt too.

Suddenly, all the recent events hit Katherine like a bullet.

The Overgrown, sure, but Scott as well.

Her once close friend.

She’d yelled at him.

It hadn’t been his fault, but yet she’d screamed at him.

The weight on her shoulders and the ache in her stomach increased every second as the guilt threatened to consume her; she was so sure it was going to swallow her whole, eat her alive, but she stayed in the Overgrown, riddled with guilt and fear and longing, longing for a life she once had.

#'she let herself cry' the rivendell brothers can't relate #katherine elizabeth #pearlescentmoon #geminitay #shubble #my smajor suffers series #smajor1995 #smajor #scott smajor #dangthatsalongname #joeldoesntknowwhatsleepis writing #esmp #eternal winter #the overgrown

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chapter…9?? of my smajor suffers series | TWs in tags (you have to scroll through them)

“Xornoth?”

Xornoth shrank back at the sound of his name.

No.

He was a servant of Exor. He wasn’t scared.

“Scott,” Xornoth said coolly, straightening up.

“What are you doing here,” Soctt gritted his teeth. Xornoth noticed that Scott was standing a few meters away. That was good. They couldn’t hurt him that way.

“Out for a stroll,” Xornoth said, trying to calm his racing heart.

“You were asleep.”

“I might have been.”

Scott drew out his sword.

Xornoth did the same.

“Really, brother dearest.” Xornoth said. “You can’t beat me. I’m a servant of Exor. I’m his champion. I’m powerful.”

“I’m Aeor’s servant. I’m his champion. Aeor’s always won against Exor. I’ve always won against you. Why stop now?”

“Really,” Xornoth mused. “Still so- arrogant, I see.”

“I was never the arrogant one of us two, Xornoth.”

“You’re too full of yourself,” an old man screamed at a young boy who was cowering in the corner.

“Stop being so arrogant,” he yelled at him. The boy couldn’t breathe. His heart was pounding.

“You’re Exor’s. Hear me? Exor’s. You’re a disgrace to this family.”

Yet, the little boy said nothing. He couldn’t say anything.

“Oh, are you scared?” the man cooed at the child.

Hesitantly, the child nodded.

“YOU SHOULDN’T BE! YOU SHOULDN’T FEEL! YOU’RE WEAK. HEAR ME? WEAK.”

“That’s awfully certain,” Xornoth tried to maintain the careless tone. “Are you sure?”

Xornoth suppressed a flinch as Scott lunged forwards, instead dodging the sword.

It caught Xornoth’s hand. The blood dripped onto the crisp white snow, painting it red.

Scott looked startled to see it, as if he’d forgotten that Xornoth was still human. Partly, at least.

However, he regained his agility, and soon Xornoth was on the ground.

A sword pointed to his throat.

“How do you feel now,” Scott hissed.

Xornoth found himself repeating the words he’d been forced to utter day after day for eighteen years.

“I don’t feel emotion,” they said monotonously. “I am a vessel of Exor for Him to do whatever he likes with.”

To his surprise, they could see a tear sliding down Scott’s cheek. The tear immediately turned to ice.

Crying.

Pathetic.

Xornoth ignored their overwhelming urge to cry themselves.

They felt the corruption around them squeeze his neck as if a threat from Exor.

With much effort, Xornoth swiped Scott’s sword away and got within a few inches of Scott.

“Stay back!” Scott yelled, taking several steps back. “I’m dangerous.”

“So am I, dear brother. This whole area is corrupted for a reason.”

“No! I- I get ice everywhere now- I can’t control it-“

“Me too, Scott,” Xornoth sighed. “What’s so special?”

“You too?” Scott said curiously.

“What do you think? I did this all on purpose? I like hurting people?” Xornoth snorted.

“Uh, yeah,” Scott admitted.

Xornoth’s sword swiped close to Scott, making him fall.

He stared at the scared man under his sword.

His brother.

He didn’t deserve this.

It was all Xornoth’s fault.

No, it wasn’t. He didn’t feel, so he couldn’t feel guilt, or remorse.

While he was thinking, Scott came dangerously close to Xornoth, nearly making them collapse yet again.

To his surprise, Scott didn’t kill Xornoth. No, he didn’t do that.

He wrenched the sword out of their hand.

“Against my ice powers, your corruption won’t work,” Scott hissed. “You’re defenseless,” he added, a bit softer.

“I know,” said Xornoth. “Do what you like. I don’t care.”

The snow crunched under his weight as he ended up on the floor for the fourth time since he was freed.

“Kill me,” Xornoth laughed. “Go ahead. The power of my master will remain forever, always there to overpower Aeor.”

“Exor will always lose!” Scott said desperately.

“Sure,” Xornoth shrugged. “You can believe that. But there will come a day when you will be at Exor’s disposal, like I have been, and you’ll know that your god was the lesser power in this game of life.”

“Can’t you feel anything?” Scott whispered.

“No. I’m perfect, like Exor and the old King and Queen have made me.”

“No one’s perfect. And emotion’s what makes you human.”

They couldn’t feel, Xornoth reminded himself. He couldn’t feel any love for his brother, couldn’t feel any remorse, any guilt, because he couldn’t feel. At all. His heart didn’t break at the sight of Scott so close to tears. His stomach didn’t do turns and feel like butterflies were in it whenever he was near Joey. He wasn’t grateful, wasn’t happy when Sausage was at his side.

He didn’t feel.

“Good that I’m not human, then.”

“You are. You bled when I stabbed you. You can feel, Xornoth. You just don’t want to.”

“No.”

“You’re real. You have emotions. You’re not just a vessel of an evil god.”

“We both are,” Xornoth laughed. “You just don’t want to admit it.”

“What?”

“Exor isn’t the only evil one,” he continued.

“That’s not true!”

Aeor laughed as the boy screamed out in pain.

“Shut up!” a woman hissed at him. She would be rewarded.

“You’re a disgrace to the name of Aeor,” a man came into the room, his hands covered in blood.

Aeor watched, amused, as if being presented with a slightly funny performance.

“He’s so young,” the god mused. “He’ll learn.”

“Right?” Scott sounded uncertain.

Scott tried to remember his parents’ teachings. He’d wished he’d listened to them, now. It would make this situation a lot easier. But he had to go ahead and make friends, and care about people. He was an idiot.

“It’s true,” Xornoth said. “It’s all true.”

No, Scott reminded himself. His parents were wrong. Aeor was wrong. Emotions were good.

“Are you sure you can’t feel?” he asked Xornoth nervously.

“Positive,” Xornoth chuckled, but now Scott thought about it, it was an empty laugh, no real mirth behind it.

“Xornoth.”

“Scott.”

“I love you.”

#ahaha fuck #how will Xornoth react #blood tw #implied abuse tw #caps tw #he’s trying to block his emotions do I need a tw for that #dangthatsalongname #mcyt #xornoth #empires smp #empiresblr #smajor1995 #my smajor suffers series #joeldoesntknowwhatsleepis writing #scott smajor #smajor #do I need a tw for them basically being vessels of evil gods?

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chapter 4, kind of a filler chapter. also lots of spoilers for Scott and Gem's most recent videos! i'll get the next one out soon, I just needed to write this scene somehow :D TWs in tags

Scott was in Gem's kingdom. if anyone could help him, it would be her.

he glanced at the academy before spotting Gem down below.

"remember how when you came over to get the flight pass there was lots of snow and ice everywhere in Rivendell?"

she nodded.

"I thought it was really cool!" she said cheerfully.

"It's gotten worse."

"what do you mean?"

"there's more ice, now. the spikes have gotten bigger, the lake and rivers and waterfalls are frozen solid.. there's snow everywhere where there wasn't a before... it's a lot." briefly, he thought of his once beautiful empire. "I don't know how to control this magic. can you help?"

she looked at him, perplexed.

"how- how about you show me?" she asked doubtfully. "come down to the lake."

he followed Gem through her kingdom until they reached a lake.

"Gem, I don't want to freeze your lake," he said. she wasn't understanding.

"It's okay, it's just the cod sanctuary."

Jimmy's cod sanctuary.

hesitating, he stepped onto the water, it freezing over.

"that's your frost walker," Gem said, as if she was explaining it to a small child.

"it's not melting."

"well, it's night," she continued.

"no! it'll be worse in the morning."

"It'll be fine," she said. "c'mon, let's get to sleep."

he followed her again until they reached her house.

he couldn't fall asleep that night. he stared at the ceiling of Gem's guest bedroom and let random thoughts wander through his head.

one stood out the most.

one that had stuck with him for years, ever since Xornoth had taken a dark path.

"This is all your fault."

-

-

he awoke the next morning to Gem knocking on his door. rubbing his eyes, he pulled his cloak form where he'd left it last night, smoothed down his rumpled shirt and stepped outside.

"let's go see," Gem said.

Scott dragged his feet down to the lake. he knew what he would find.

the lake was more frozen over than yesterday, but that wasn't it.

snow covered the area around it.

"and this always happens?"

"yeah," Scott sighed. "this is tame."

"tame?"

"tame."

"maybe you do really need my academy," she mused.

-

Scott looked at the small puddle of water gem had put in.

"freeze it," she told him, him obliging.

"now thaw it!"

he wasn't sure what she meant, so he stared at the frozen water.

"concentrate really hard!" she said.

he stared harder at the ice, wishing and praying for it to go away.

it remained.

"focus!"

"I'm focusing, Gem!"

"focus more!"

"Gem, I don't know what you want from me!" he said desperately. "I can't do it!"

"can!" she encouraged.

he was about to cry. he wanted to cry, but he couldn't, not in front of Gem.

"Scott, try harder!" she said harshly.

"Gem, ENOUGH!" he screamed, letting his anger break loose.

he fell backwards into a wall as ice erupted everywhere.

"I told you I'd hurt people! I always hurt people!" he yelled, the ice growing more every second. "I need to go."

"no, Scott."

"I need to tell you something. can you call Shelby and Katherine?" he tried to control his anger. they needed to know the truth.

they were his friends, and friends would help him, right?

they'd forgive his mistakes, because that's what friends do.

It wasn't long until the four of them were in a different room, Scott keeping his distance from all three of his friends.

taking a deep breath, he told them everything.

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chapter 5 scott smajor suffers, TWs in tags

"you WHAT?" Gem screamed as Scott stood a few meters away from her, careful not to step too close as to not hurt her.

he looked down at his shoes.

Gem, Katherine and Shelby hadn't reacted very well at all.

"all this effort," Gem continued. "everything we put into making sure he was gone, was a WASTE OF TIME, just because you couldn't control your anger?"

Scott nodded, sadly.

he looked up, hoping from validation from Shelby and Katherine, but they just stared at him disapprovingly.

"it was an accident," he said quietly.

"an ACCIDENT?" Katherine interrupted. "an ACCIDENT?! Scott, you singlehandedly threw away everything!"

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"

suddenly, it wasn't Katherine standing in front of him.

it was his mother.

he straightened up and looked her in her eyes, careful not to show any emotion.

"NOW YOU DON'T CARE?" she shouted.

Scott said nothing.

"that's it. I've had enough," she snapped. "enough! I'm leaving."

the three left him standing there, speechless.

oh well.

he wasn't a good person anyway.

they were better off without him.

he couldn't hurt them this way.

he knew someone would come, though. locking himself in his house wasn't enough anymore.

quickly, he put some necessities into a shulker box and said his goodbyes to Rivendell.

"I'm not sure if I'm ever going to come back," he said quietly, sadly. he looked around his secret room, perhaps for the last time. "I had fun times here, but...I'm not fit for that throne anymore. I'm not fit to rule people."

returning outside, he let a single tear slip onto his face.

"I'm sorry I failed you all. I'm sorry I failed you, Aeor."

thunder crashed around him as if a sign from Aeor, telling him to leave.

"I need to go. I need to get as far away from here as I can."

he spread his wings and took off. briefly, he considered folding them back in and falling out of the air, bur he couldn't. not yet.

"somewhere where I can't hurt anyone else."

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[joeldoesntknowwhatsleepis]

ch8 :D (Scott smajor suffers ending soon?!?) (nvm they have more suffering to do) TWs in tags <3

Jimmy paid a visit to Scott the next day.

Or, at least, he tried to.

There wasn’t a sight of Rivendell’s ruler, the palace oddly empty.

He couldn’t be out, right?

He walked around the castle, echoes bouncing off the walls with every step.

“Scott?” He called.

“Codfather?” he saw an elf run up to him.

“Oh, hello,” he did his best to smile at the elf, trying to hide how worried he was. “Have you seen King Scott lately?”

The elf shook their head.

“He left a few days ago,” they said.

“Well, thanks for your help,” Jimmy nodded.

He walked outside quickly.

Sinking down onto his knees, he felt a tear slowly start slipping down his face.

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Xornoth couldn’t sleep that night.

He rocked himself slowly, thoughts of Joey suffocating his mind.

He wanted to speak to Scott.

No he didn’t. He didn’t want to speak to Scott, he reminded himself. He hated Scott. He didn’t hate Scott. He didn’t feel.

He didn’t feel.

Letting out a sudden scream of anger, he stormed out of the tower.

He headed towards Rivendell.

He was maybe three quarters of the way there before deciding he couldn’t.

He couldn’t speak to Scott.

Instead, he landed on a mountain miles away from Rivendell and stopped.

They didn’t know where they were.

They looked around frantically. A lantern flickered in the distance.

Squinting, they saw only darkness. Positive they were imagining it, they turned around.

The light flickered again, unmistakable this time.

They half walked, half ran towards the light.

As they neared it, they could just make out a small spruce cottage.

They stopped near the door.

What was he thinking?

He calmed himself.

He didn’t feel.

He wasn’t millimeters away from a panic attack.

He couldn’t feel.

He lay down in the snow near the house.

He’d leave in the morning, and hopefully they would get up before the owner of the house did.

They rested their head on the cold white snow.

It burned his skin, but they didn’t say anything.

He didn’t think anything.

He couldn’t feel.

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He woke up in a cold sweat and screaming.

They clamped a hand to their mouth as soon as they realized where they were.

It was too late.

He could hear footsteps from inside the cabin.

He pressed himself into the snow, digging his fingernails so hard into his palms that he drew blood.

They shut their eyes tightly and prayed to the gods that no one would find them.

“Who’s there?” they heard an eerily familiar voice say from inside the cabin.

Despite himself, Xornoth whimpered.

The person stepped out, sword drawn.

Xornoth begged that they wouldn’t notice him.

He heard snow crunch near him.

Opening an eye slightly, he saw the figure standing right in front of him.

“Xornoth?”

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