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The Ultimate Guide to MCC!

New to watching mcc? Have no idea where to start? Or maybe you already watch mcc, and just want information all in one place?

Well, good news! I'm insane about MCC and made this massive post for no other reason! I plan to keep this updated as I think of other vods/clips and new stuff happens, so if you want to be sure you're reading the most up to date version of the post, click here.

With all that out of the way-

What is MCC?

MCC stands for Minecraft Championships and is an event organized by Noxcrew, who develop and test the games, and Scott Smajor, who makes the teams! The event takes place usually once a month, and 10 teams of 4 people compete to be the top two teams overall by playing eight minigames! The top two teams battle it out at the end by playing Dodgebolt (first to win three rounds takes the crown).

Noxcrew announces the teams and next date of the event on MCC's official twitter and their newsletter via email, although @mcc-updates posts the teams here as well after they're announced.

Some useful links and more information on the event:

mcc.live - Official site that updates live during the event! Team scores are updated live here, and links to all the streaming POV's are included. You can also find information on past MCC's and how an individual performed!

MCC Wiki - Community run wiki for the event! You can find information on any player that's ever been in an MCC, information about how the event works, and information on individual events.

A list of active games in the event, and how each are played can be found here!

Canon VS. Noncanon MCCs

Sometimes, Noxcrew decides to host an MCC that is considered "noncanon". Typically, this means that something about the event is different, and player's coins and stats for that MCC will not go into the overall average of their played events. Some examples of noncanon mccs:

MCC Pride (held once a year, typically raises money for the Trevor Project!

MCC Rising (only players who have never participated in an MCC before may be in it!)

MCC Scuffed (April Fools MCC, the entire event was scuffed on purpose, an incredibly funny overall event)

MCC All Stars (Only players who have won an MCC participate)

With all of that out of the way, some iconic and hilarious clips from across the events!

(note: where I could, I've included the vods that these clips came from!)

Grian's Iconic 1v3 Dodgebolt (MCC 17)

Jimmy Solidarity's 1v3 Dodgebolt (MCC 28)

Illumina EWW (MCC 15)

Purpled's nearly perfect Parkour Warrior run with Ranboo and Charlie losing their minds in the background (MCC 26)

Purpled's perfect Parkour Warrior Run (MCC 32)

Jojo's insane Sands of Time carry (MCC 31)

"Joel, I want a divorce!" (MCC 10)

"Sapnap I will eat your children!" (MCC 18)

Lord Grian Dreamslayer (MCC 9)

Michael Mcchill's Ace Race breakdown (MCC All Stars)

MCC Iconic Vods/Fan Favorites!

Orange Ocelots MCC 17 - Grian, Falsesymmetry, Petezahutt and SB737

Orange Ocelots MCC 24 - Tubbo, Tommyinnit, Hbomb and Jack Manifold

Blue Bats MCC Scuffed - Smallishbeans, Smajor, Fwhip and Geminitay

Cyan Coyotes MCC 24 - PearlescentMoon, Aimsey, JojoSolos and Hannahxxrose

Blue Bats MCC 9 - Falsesymmetry, Rendog, Hbomb and Fruitberries

If you want some other great channels and streams for MCC, I've listed some below!

All Things MCC is a channel hosted by Seapeekay and always uploads a video after each MCC featuring their picks for the top ten plays of the event! They also do team predictions + the occasional other video on MCC. Super fun, and a great way to catch some clips you may have missed during the event.

MCC Vault posts clips of various perspectives from various events--typically another way to see things you might not get to see otherwise.

If you're a Sands of Time enjoyer, Hbomb94 usually goes live the day after the event and vod reviews at least one POV of Sands of Time from each team. Super entertaining, and a fun way to really get to know the strats for that game.

You may be thinking-wow, these games look really fun! Is there a way for anyone to play them?

The answer is yes-and no. While some of the games are not currently available for download, Noxcrew has a public minecraft server called MCC Island, available for anyone to join and play! As of right now, the available games to play on that server are:

Parkour Warrior (available in singleplayer mode and a fast paced competitive mode)

Sky Battle (eight teams compete instead of ten, and there are maps available that are not played in the main event!)

To Get To The Other Side (three rounds instead of six, uses a mixture of maps from the event and maps that are not played in the event)

Hole in the Wall (be warned--there are traps, different maps, and overall is a harder game on the island. My personal fav:D)

Battle Box (three rounds instead of nine, mixture of maps

Noxcrew has stated they plan on adding more games to the server, and there are events and other things happening too!

IP to join the server: play.mccisland.net

You can find more information and official forums here!

Additionally, you can download Terra Swoop Force and play it on a singleplayer world or put it in a server with your friends! Link for the download and instructions here.

Finally, Grid Runners is an available map on Bedrock edition only--I don't know much about bedrock, only that it is an option. Link to that info here.

I think that's about it for now! I'll update this as I think of things or am asked to add something:) Hopefully this helps a bit, cause I know coming into this stuff with no info can be overwhelming!

#mcc #mc championship #hi guys. sorry for the infodump i was in a mood

[atthebell-moved]

i think it's also super unfortunate bc for a lot of people this is their first con, and it's hard to convey just how poorly run it was.

they had one of the biggest convention centers in the country at their disposal, that has for the last ~5 years hosted 130,000+ people, and still fucked up space logistics.

they had the stats and feedback from their OWN PRIOR CONVENTION in amsterdam and still railroaded dsmp events and fucked up meet n greets along with fucking up security for huge ccs.

they (should) have enough staff who know how to run a convention of this size, including everything from queue mechanics to accessibility concerns.

they should have the basic pr understanding that it looks bad to have disabled people getting crushed against walls bc of crowding and under-staffed line management.

they should understand how bad it looks to place the one, singular panel about female streamers in a ballroom that max fits 200 people, misgender and use the wrong pronouns for several of the ccs, then mistake one of the streamers for another in an instagram post and only correct that mistake ~4 hours after posting it.

gonna put the rest of this below a cut bc its just rambling and everything i personally saw as an attendee. this post is LONG viewers beware you're in for a scare

huge thing off the bat: they should be poaching staff from vidcon, comic con, etc. i'm confident that in the next 5-10 years sdcc is going to be bleeding attendees and experienced con staff will want to go somewhere new. steal those employees. offer them better pay. get their experience instead of having random twitch employees plan an event for like 40k people (can't find the numbers rn, it's prbably closer to 50k).

another thing: they should be poaching from or at least learning from theme parks. queueing mechanics are no joke-- disneyland has spent decades figuring out the best way to set up lines & maintain a good experience for park attendees. defunctland has some great videos on this, but suffice to say, nothing twitchcon did this time worked.

i think a lot of it's been obfuscated by people who weren't at the con or folks who didn't see each separate meet n greet, but here's how those were set up & why exactly they went horribly.

first thing: all meet n greet lines started as one big line. you walked into the second floor area, you got into a huge line, and then at the start of the actual meet n greet area they directed you to each line. for the first two days this entailed just. letting people through whenever there was space in people's lines. so rather than setting up long queues for each streamer, there was one huge line. this fucking sucked for people trying to see smaller ccs, because they were stuck in this huge line full of people trying to get into already-full lines. at one point we saw michael mcchill's line with like three people in it and there were probably three hundred people in the one huge line. there were probably michael mcchill viewers in there! but they were getting shafted by the giant fucking line.

lumen and i went to the first meet n greet at 9:30 on friday, which worked differently than all the others (and saturday's were spectacularly worse for other reasons). we figured karl, sapnap, gnf, and ranboo would fill up before we got there, so we were ready to hop in smajor's line. i'll note that con staff at this point clearly had no fucking idea what they were getting into, and there was not nearly enough of them.

the way they were doing lines at that session was that they had already filled up the aforementioned four ccs' lines, so they were opening the front of the ropes to just corral people into the other ccs' lines. someone opened it for us to hop in scott's line and that's what we did, but other folks thought they could still get into the other lines and got stuck waiting in front. we found out later that what they did was take a bunch of people into overflow queues to the side of the meet n greet area, where they were left to rot, because staff forgot about them or there wasn't enough time. later they (kind of) fixed this problem, but not the larger problem that the meet n greet lines were not big enough and were set up poorly from the start.

here is the entire second floor; i've circled the meet n greet area

i would estimate that the entire area for the meet n greets took up the size of like. a small soccer field. like max 1500 sq ft. probably smaller honestly but everythings becoming a blur.

this is the meet n greets including the entire room they were in, bc they shared space with the food court and artist alley (which was, btw, way too fucking small also)

meet n greets should have had their entire own floor. even for non-mcyt folks there were enormous lines and probably really frustrated people.

to add to this, for every meet n greet they didnt have enough lines. not joking. they were combining streamers lines. so sneeg & boomer shared one line (insane, bc they were the two biggest mcyt guys at that meet n greet session and it was while everyone who didnt make it to the dsmp panel was gunning for something else to do), hannah & tapl shared a line, and im pretty sure karl, gnf, and sapnap shared a line. i dont remember what their deal actually was, and im positive this was partially by ccs' request (i think karlnap + gnf wanted to be together for meet n greets, and same with hannah & tapl, though i doubt boomer and sneeg have talked enough to have requested that).

to add to this, i have no doubt that part of the accessibility issues with the meet n greets was because of the lack of space. there was no clear exit at the start of the con, and even later it was unclear which direction to go.

the other unfortunate thing (that twitchcon staff should be planning for) is that ccs want to take their time with each person and chat, but if they do so they meet less people. this is how you get ranboo meeting ~1200 people for 4 hours at vidcon. not to say he sucks for that, but its not feasible for anyone to do that, and im sure he was completely dead on his feet from that.

lumen and i also went to hannah's meet n greet on saturday, which went marginally better in general bc we arrived an hour and ten minutes early. we still waited a long time, but we got to see her & tapl and it was cool. however they had the same problem as friday of way too many people and instead of letting people into specific lines they just. kept the huge line. towards the end of the line they started putting people in overflow, which again, is where they waited to rot.

today we went to eret's meet n greet as our final hoo-rah (lmao) of the event. we showed up probably an hour and twenty minutes early. we got to the front of eret's line maybe five minutes before the end of the session. they had put us in overflow, and at this point actually were asking who people were there to see and were keeping count to send people away, but some of those people had already waited in line for probably 30min or more. sunday was by far the best they managed but still not good at all.

other HUGE problem with the lines: they did not anticipate mcyt fans showing up in droves. apparently con staff thought people would disperse to various events rather than congregating at particular events and this is part of why they didn't place dsmp events in larger venues. second part of this issue of anticipation is that they didn't plan for how many people would wait in line, despite how big a space was. well over 2k people waited in line for the dsmp panel. twitchcon did not even account for any kind of line (friday was a complete shitshow, you dont even understand) and were left floundering.

something else to note is all twitch communications said lines were to start 30min before events. on friday people were lined up 3 hours before the dsmp panel. these two things do not compute, and they mean staff were not watching the lines and directing them properly from the start, which helps explain why they lost control entirely.

so yes the mobbing that happened on friday is quite honestly unsurprising.

for sat and sunday, they realized they needed to get their shit together, so first thing is that they made a little area for disabled & priority people to sit to get into the glitch theater before everyone else, and there were way more staff present alongside security. they also had signs and staff throughout the line making sure people understood where things started and ended, how far into the hallway they were allowed to be, and when they had no hope of getting into the event. some level of improvement, but there was also some ridiculous shit they were pulling.

during several events yesterday they had like ten staff members holding pieces of rope together, like kindergartners, and were using them to bodily block line movement and crossing. so for a bit they would open a path into the theater for people waiting in line, then they would stop that line and allow cross traffic, because again, this was a full fucking hallway where people needed to walk. this was by far the stupidest thing ive ever seen and ive worked for colleges where organizers didnt remember students need to eat food.

not about lines anymore, but to address the foam pit, im gonna clarify a few things because people seem confused.

firstly, there were actually two foam pits on the con floor (and a ball pit by the entrance, but its irrelevant here). one was at the wendys booth, where people were hitting each other with foam french toast sticks over a foam pit. this pit was higher than the lenovo one but still a little iffy. they did not shut it down after adriana was injured at the other booth.

the booth that was a genuine problem was the lenovo booth, where they had a foam pit that i would say reached maybe 3/4 up my calf. i would generously call it a foot and a half high including the foam bits. people were similarly handed sticks to hit each other with and loud announcers said a bunch of shit into microphones. anyway. i took a photo of the foam pit today when it was not being used (although the booth was still open! people were still using the lenovo products to play little games three feet from where adriana broke her back!)

it's hard to see but it is not deep at all, and whats underneath is just the con floor, which is concrete and maybe a single layer of carpet. at most some of those foam bits reach a foot and a half, maybe two feet.

according to some folks the safe depth for foam pits without soft landing pads is like 6-8 feet deep (possibly meant to include the soft landing pads, im not a gymnastics person) which means it was a fraction of how safe it should have been. also i cannot get over the fact that they kept the booth open after someone BROKE THEIR FUCKING BACK and that wendys kept their pit running what the fuck is wrong with these people.

anyway the big thing i want to stress is that twitchcon is absolutely liable, at least morally, for this, but lenovo is absolutely on the hook for it as well. im not sure exactly how convention safety works for this, but i would guess its mostly on the exhibitors to provide proper safety. would not be shocked if the convention center is also liable, but again, im not a lawyer. i havent seen many people talking about lenovo being at fault so i want people to know thats part of it as well.

i also wanna address some of the more stupid/baseless rumors i've seen. the stuff about drink spiking seems to be because of advice some folks were giving out about not taking drinks from strangers because of the possibility of having your drink spiked, not the reality, but people took that out of hand and spread it like it had happened, and other folks used tweets from 2019 twitchcon where that did actually happen and it became a huge rumor. i have not heard a single cc or attendee from this year say their drinks were spiked.

second thing: sykkuno was not kicked out of twitchcon, he was asked to leave artist alley bc there was a huge crowd forming around him. this is a small thing but its bugging me that its being spread. it sucks that he couldnt hang out there but he's way too big of a streamer to be wandering the con without security, this is why they're supposed to let ccs on the con floor & into artist alley before/after everyone else is gone. that's what they did at vidcon at least.

third thing that's REALLY been bugging me: there is absolutely no confirmation that that person stole gnf's water bottle. they took a pic touching it on the table and then a pic of them holding an aquafina water bottle, which is the water they were selling throughout the con. if they actually stole it i suspect there would be a video. regardless, even if they did, they definitely did it as a reference to the smplive confession (which is itself a reference to a kpop stan copypasta. no one stole cooper's water bottle.) and not to be creepy, and they doubled down to get twitter clout. the smplive situation is also just entirely different, i know y'all think the serious stream jokes are funny but mcyt stans were just starting to exist and thats why that stream happened. all these streamers now think stans are fine so that would never happen. go watch lumenvale's video essay for the love of g-d.

another thing: most people were wearing their masks. i don't know where the idea came from that people weren't but i guarantee you 99% of mcyt fans were wearing masks the entire time, and most other people were as well. they made you verify your vaccination status or turn in covid tests also; i keep seeing straight up lies that they weren't checking for this but they absolutely were.

"unaccompanied minors" is also a meaningless thing to say; 14+ minors did not need to have an adult, and teenagers are perfectly capable of going to a con by themselves. sometimes they will be annoying or weird but that does not mean they need to be followed everywhere by a parent. i can also guarantee that a solid number of the freaks stalking ccs outside hotels and outside the partner lounge (no one's talking about that but i saw that personally and it was def happening, fucking creepy!) were fully grown adults.

also this is just a little thing but they had an affiliate kiosk with a little gift bag (that included shoelaces lmao) and they also had a pronouns bin at it that had literally like three she/her pins. lumen and i dug through it for several minutes to find a single one and i saw women digging all three days bc they apparently just. didnt buy enough she/her pins. which is a bad look already and then combined with the issues with one block at a time is just heinous.

random note at the end bc i just remembered it but they also had a huge line outside to get into the convention center and then a huge line for badge pickup and a huge line to get onto the floor, which only opened at 9 despite the building opening at 8. anyone who wanted to get to morning meet n greets early got kind of fucked by this and i dont understand why they had so many lines outside and then sucked at the lines inside. fucking nuts.

#twitchcon sd #bell at twitchcon sd #banger posts #this is so rambly im just trying to convey how fucking bad it was #if i think of anything else ill rb with additions #also i said the one block at a time panel was about female streamers bc in the past aimsey has said theyre cool being described as such #but if theyre not cool with that ill adjust the wording

[the-mcyt-crackships-brackets]

PSA: These Brackets contain multiple Ch!WilburSoot ships, We DO NOT stand with CC!WilburSoot actions, and send all of our support toward shubble, if you are uncomfortable with these ships, please don't interact and/or block the wilbur soot tag. if those ships are too problematic, they can be replaced. anyway his ass got destroyed

Welcome to the MCYT Crackships Bracket!

Here, we will be seing which crackship is the best, and because that statement is vague, you get to make your opinion!

Each crackships was randomly agenced from Characters You chose! (This also sadly means we can't take more submissions, at least yet (mcyt crackships brackets V.2. Confirmed ???))

This is all meant to be in good fun, so please be respectfull with others and use propaganda the least wisely you can! (propaganda isn't endorsed, it's encouraged!)

We as a community can get inspired by these, make art! fanfics! (and if you do, please tag me) of your favorite Crackship!

Maybe we could even find a name for them, after all, maybe the next "big ship" will be in this, who knows?

WE ARE NOW IN THE SEMIFINALS!

The brackets will not be revealed yet, but when all of the polls will be published! this way, we can still get you surprised!

*Orionsound - Rat SMP version

*LDshadowlady - Empire SMP season 1 version

*Zombiecleo - Pirate SMP version

*Katherine Elizabeth - Empire SMP season 2 version

*Fundy - L'Manberg version

*Fwhip - Empire SMP season 1 version

*Pearlescentmoon - Double life version

*Slimecicle - QSMP version

Our thoughts and observations under the cut!

Round 1:

I clearly thought Ninjaslap would be the biggest sweep, but pixltoile suprisingly fought well, And fish yuri left no shot to Zaypixel and Geminitay

Round 1.1.3 was extremly close, but Shubble x Hypno won by O.8%! (≈4 peoples!)

We already got two piece of "propagandart" (propaganda art) in round 1, and both were for Fish yuri! (by @t4tpolypd and @staringamassivemistakeintheface)

Round 2:

Mogbeans/Swamp boys tried hard but T4T yuri was stronger (My boys 😭 - Admin 1)

Littlesoot got its ass kicked by hotguy/fundy and was crying in a corner when suddendly, out of nowhere, it took itlwblr by storm, broke containment, the poll broke 1k votes, became the most noted of the brackets (yet) and won with a large margin!

FWhilza fought well but Bighills was stronger

Fish Yuri still prevail with the biggest sweep yet (87.3%!!!)

Jojosolos/Jack Manifold vs Tommyinnit/Scott Smajor was the closest yet! (50.1 to 49.9!!!!)

So many art!!!!!!! look at the tag (#propagandart) it's worth it!!!!!

Round 3 and PURGATORY 1 :

Scegg vs Stresstherine was so close it switched side at least 5 times!

i'm genuenely impressed by clownscar comeback they've constantly been close but didn't get ahead during the whole poll and somehow managed to win in the last stretch!

WE MADE MOGBEANS CANON!!!!!!! VIVA LA SOS SMP!!!!

Fish Yuri is unstopable and has killed many great ships now (rip Bighills we loved you so much)

Bdubs Smol Bdubs is tall!

Content SMP fans are sad today, the last two ships they had just sank! (bye bye Evillnox and Skizzlerat)

So much art! and even more as been promised! (you need to check out #propagandart if you haven't already)

Round 4 and PURGATORY 2 :

Fish Wives felt resistence to the first time facing Clownscar, but still they were too powerful

Clownscar you will forever live in our hearts

Wilbur you're a pig, Yuri beat his ass! (and so they did)

Zombiecello/Ivorycleo popped off! >90% sweepage!

3/8 ships still in line are yuri, but none of them are part of the PURGATORY Brackets!

Goodbye Zaypixel, our only Yuri Loss this round :(

You guys seem to love shipping Ethoslab a lot (bunch of ethogirls) as he is in 35% of the remaining ships

even more art, and art trades! (go ceck out #propagandart and #takin' request)

Round 5 and Purgatory 3:

Yuri lost so much, and is now only represented by Fish Wives :(

Half of the ships still in have a wild etho in them (ethogirls rise up!)

The now no-longer-crackship mogbeans is still thriving and bested the fan-favorite fwhilza!

Seapeekarl fought well, but lost to the ethogirls again

this is the first round where they weren't a >40% sweep! but the choice are only getting harder from here!

#mcyt crackships bracket #life series #hermitcraft #dsmp #qsmp #empires smp #kaboodle smp #content smp #lifesteal smp #and so much more #get ready for the craziest mcyt rumble of your life! #‐‐‐------------------‐------------------‐------------------‐---- #polls #asks #propaganda #takin' requests #propagandart #pin #PURGATORY #admin speaks #crackships polls #< here are the main tags for easy access

[sassyshoulderangel319]

Time to Go

This is definitely not my usual writing style or a fandom I write for very often. I just have a little headcanon about Skizz and I wanted to explore an idea where Scott stayed in the world of Last Life for a little while after winning. Enjoy, perhaps? 2.1k words

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"I can hear you, you know," Smajor says to the empty landscape, still devastated by the fighting. No animals spawn here anymore. The others in the arena were too careless, leaving nothing behind. But since they all vanished, it's like he doesn't need to eat or sleep anymore to survive. Phantoms don't even spawn. This arena has been abandoned.

Except for him.

And the voices that don't stop.

They're dreaming, he knows it. All of them dreaming. Suspended in some void. Unable to wake until he joins them. All of their souls are tied together. Tied to these games.

Whenever he tells them all to pipe down because he needs to think, no one ever replies. Not directly anyway. He was pretty sure he heard Martyn say "sorry" once. Just a quiet mumble.

Smajor doesn't rebuild the landscape. He doesn't care. This place was just another map of misery. It was fun, to some degree, but fighting one's friends does get heartbreaking after a certain point. And after Ren killed Pearl... all of his emotions seem to have fled with the souls of his friends. Leaving him empty.

Instead of rebuilding, Smajor works. Tests his limits going beyond the border. He can't survive long out there. Yet. But if he can break the border... maybe he can flee into the wilds beyond. Flee the violet-edged moon that stares down at him like an eye. Flee the memories. Flee the numbness and the pain.

But breaking the border is no easy feat. The power that holds it there is infinite and stubborn.

But so is he.

Every day, he mines for all the redstone left deep below. He stays awake all night, killing creepers for their gunpowder. He knows TNT won't be able to break the border, but he doesn't know what might, so he tries everything.

And still, his friends dream. Their minds echoing all around him.

Smajor sits in one corner where two border walls meet, a small pile of redstone and another of gunpowder on a crafting table beside him. He's never tried mixing redstone and gunpowder before. Maybe there's something to that...

"Smajor?"

With a jolt, he looks up.

A light shimmers near the border wall a few blocks away. White, tinged with yellow. Nothing like the moon's cold stare.

"I know that voice..." Smajor says, almost an invitation for an introduction. He pushes himself to his feet, watching as the light shifts and twists.

He blinks in surprise as it solidifies. A pair of vibrant blue eyes—glowing in the sunlight—smile at him. The figure is familiar. The eyes give the figure's identity away, sure, but so does the outfit. It takes a brave person to wear a suit with the sleeves torn off.

"Skizz?" he asks.

That invites an even broader smile. "Wussup homie," Skizzleman greets.

"You're... you're dead, though," Smajor says. "I heard your scream for blood." The crimson stars still dance around Smajor's hair, their light gathered in his throat where he swallowed the bloodlust of the Boogeyman, and then the bloodlust of a Red Life, forcing it all down.

Skizz chuckles and reaches up to push a hand through his hair. It's brown-black again, not red. At first, Smajor thinks Skizz has somehow acquired an elytra. But rather than purplish-grey, it's white. Flashes of a twelve-foot god with a bit of green in his brown hair and white wings strike Smajor's memory like lightning before they're gone again. "Yeah... sometimes I say things like that when I'm Red," Skizz remarks, sounding embarrassed.

"How are you here, Skizz?" Smajor doesn't dare get closer. Yet. Skizz is still glowing like the sun is directly behind him, instead of overhead.

"My friends helped me. But I don't have long," Skizz says. "The Others... they're trying to force my friends away from here."

"What do you mean? Our friends are tied to this place until I'm gone."

Skizz shakes his head. "Not those friends." He leans back, casually, against the border wall. "I have friends in... other places too." He clears his throat. "They're trying, homie. Trying to break the cycle."

"Who are they? How could they break the cycle?"

Skizz doesn't answer immediately. He looks up, staring straight at the sun without so much as a wince. The glowing light coalesces even more, ringing the top of his head in a band more solid than Smajor's stars.

"Let's just say... we're the same kind of folk that The Others are. But we split apart... a long time ago. We haven't gotten along since."

Somewhere in the void, still tied to this arena, Smajor hears Martyn... talking to someone. Usually the dreams are short snippets of sentences. This is a full—if distant—conversation.

Smajor and Skizz both cock their ears as though to hear the directionless sound better.

Skizz smiles. "Martyn always was special," he says. "Closer to the Veil than most of the others."

"The Veil?" Smajor asks.

"Look, homie. I don't gotta lotta time. Basically, you can't stay here forever. The Others want you dead. G-man and I are fighting them every waking moment. And I know it's breaking his heart, even if he does hate them as much as they hate you for breaking the rules of their game. But we can't fight them off forever. There's two of us and, right now, there's two of The Others. But they're older and more powerful. Original. We're just... converts, if you will. You can't linger here much longer. If they get to you before your soul leaves this world... it'll be shattered into pieces. There won't be nothin' left of you. Even Grian won't be able to put you back together."

Smajor waves his hand. "Wait. Who are these Others? Why do they hate me for not playing their game?"

Skizz takes a deep breath and looks to the sky again. "You wanna take this one?"

The disembodied, dreaming voice of Grian groans in complaint. "Fiiine. I wanted you to handle this, Skizz."

"Well sure, homie, but those guys are your area of expertise."

Grian sighs. "One moment."

Smajor lurches as a black-tinged-with-purple portal rips a hole in reality.

Grian steps out.

But he's not quite the Grian that Smajor has known all these years. The "elytra" on his back is more black than grey, and shines a darker violet than most enchantment glimmers. Rather than a red sweater, a black-and-purple robe that seems to be lined with stars underneath drifts around his ankles in a nonexistent wind. His eyes are closed, but others—spectral, vibrant, violet—drift lazily around him. Even his hair is slightly darker. On the chest of the robe, a broken, square-ish symbol burns purple.

"We're called Watchers," Grian says, not bothering with preamble or beating around the bush. None of his many floating eyes meeting Smajor's. "I wasn't always one. There used to only be two. They chose me to become one of them after I..." Grian shakes his head. "It doesn't matter now. It was a long time ago. They—we—feed on emotions. Any will do, but the easiest ones to illicit and consume are the negative ones. Misery. That's why the other Watchers made this cycle. To keep feeding on yours. I ran from them, down here, to undermine their meal ticket, as it were. I make it fun for all of us, and make their meal a little worse. They hate you for the same reason they hate me: because you refused to play their game the way they wanted, and denied them that control and that energy to feed on. And I'm sorry, but I'm almost out of power. I don't want to feed on my friends and I'm only one converted Watcher. The other two have always been Watchers. Their powers run deeper than mine, and I can't... I can't defend you forever. I've been trying. And I'm starting to lose."

Smajor looks over at Skizz. "And you?"

"My kind are called Listeners," Skizz says. "We're the same race as the Watchers, but split off a long time ago. Rival factions, you could say. Our self-appointed job is to try to protect those the Watchers go after." Skizz fixes Smajor with an intense look. "Now don't you go getting mad at G-man, okay? He never asked to be turned into a Watcher and he didn't want to be one. He didn't get a choice. And neither did I. So be nice, you hear?"

Smajor eyes Grian. "I'll... do my best, but no promises."

"Look. The only way to get you out of here—"

"—is to kill me. I know."

"It's better this way. For now. The Listeners are trying to rescue us all from these cycles, but there's only so much they can do. It's a slow thing because they have to conserve their power," Grian says.

Skizz pushes off the border wall and stands nearly toe-to-toe with Smajor. "If you join us back in the void, the drive of the Red Life will leave you alone for a while. You'll think clearer than you have in weeks."

Smajor inhales deeply through his nose, his stars twisting faster. "I was trying to save you all." He blinks hard to keep the tears from falling. He's tried so hard for so long... all for nothing...

Grian smiles slightly. "We know. Skizz and Martyn can hear you the best. They've told us all in our dreams. But this is bigger than just one person. Bigger than you. Bigger than me. Bigger than Skizz. Bigger than all of us. We appreciate your effort, but it's time to go. Please."

Smajor stares as Grian extends a hand. Another spectral purple eye blazes on his palm. Skizz's "elytra" flares, revealing feathers.

"Come on, homie. There will come a time for all of us to escape this cycle. But it's not now, and it's not your burden to shoulder alone," Skizz says.

Smajor swallows. "Okay."

He sets his hand on top of Grian's.

Whose black eyes open and flare violet along with all the floating ones as thunder booms.

Lightning strikes.

Smajor1995 fell out of the world.

Skizz looks down. His form is starting to dissolve back into light, starting with the ring around his head. "Don't have long," he says.

Grian nods. "We need to get back." His own fingers begin to look transparent. "This whole arena is going to turn back into potential for the next one." His many floating eyes look around. The world is already falling apart at the seams. Grian takes the last breath of fresh air he'll get until the next time the Watchers throw his friends into a new arena for a new game and he descends to join. He prefers fresh air to the void. Anyone would.

"Thanks, G," Skizz says. "I know it takes a lot for you to manifest in a dying place like this without help. At least I've got the other Listeners to bolster me."

Grian shrugs, his wings whooshing with the movement. "It's fine. You were right. He needed to hear it from me," he replies. "See you soon."

Skizz suddenly looks uncomfortable. "Actually, buddy. Not for a while."

"What do you mean?"

"I gotta take more time to recharge. The other Listeners are going to protect me for one cycle so I have time to build my power back up. Next time you're in an arena, I won't be here. But count on me for the next one."

"If there is a next one after, I'll hold you to that."

Skizz smiles. "I'd expect nothing less." He takes a step back, and dissolves completely into light that immediately fades.

Grian sighs and stretches. Without the other Watchers' power to bolster him, it takes a lot of concentration and effort to appear physical, rather than astral. "See you all soon," he says to the dreams of his friends.

He swears he can almost hear Martyn’s chuckle in response. The Veil was always thinner for Martyn than any of the other Evolutionists, even Grian before he became a Watcher. Martyn just had a natural ability to communicate with the Watchers and Listeners. Even in their extra-dimensional, astral forms on the other side of the Veil. Seems like nothing has changed with him since Grian’s Ascension.

Grian smiles sadly. Martyn’s ability is probably causing him more misery than the others, since he’s the only one who knows why these games keep happening.

“Stay strong,” Grian whispers directly into Martyn’s dream.

Black and purple shadows swirl around him.

He returns to the void.

—

“Just… tell me one thing before I go. Why were you so set on Grian?” Martyn asks the bodiless voice.

Hmph. HIM. He was never meant to be there, the voice says. He was only ever meant to WATCH.

#Listener!Skizz #Watcher!Grian #watcher grian #traffic light SMP #Last Life SMP #scott smajor #smajor1995 #CW: caps #dangthatsalongname

[daisy-mooon]

Helloooooo!!! For the ask game, I have a request! Number 30: "You're okay. You've got to be okay. You've got to be. You're okay. Please. Please be okay." Featuring: Scott Smajor and Jimmy Solidarity. (I live for Flower Husbands angst. :3 )

The Walls Have Secrets Too

(I went for a more gen approach, but you can still read this as Flower Husbands!)

30 - "You're okay. You've got to be okay. You've got to be. Please. Please be okay."

ao3 link - ask game

Sausage was the kind of person to have a creepy basement with even creepier things lurking inside. Jimmy had been down there once before when he'd gone inside the wrong nether portal by accident, taken a good, twenty second long stare at the dimly lit, oppressive room, before leaving with a totally normal amount of haste, thank you very much Lizzie, no he was not being a wimp-

Things he had spotted in Sausages creepy basement included: cages, barrels of strange substances, propped up weapons smeared with incredibly suspicious red stains, cobwebs, more than a few things that were probably dedicated to that weird demon running around the server and a bunch load of other completely bizarre things. So, as any sane person would do, Jimmy had vowed to never go in there again.

A vow that, as he heard more than a few concerning noises drifting from below, he was fairly certain that he was about to break from the sheer curiosity alone.

His original goal had been to find Sausage, but seeing as he wasn't around, it wasn't like he could get upset at him for going in. And, well, he was just being nosy. It couldn't hurt to have a look at his neighbours freaky as fuck basement, right?

Jimmy grimaced as his hand almost slid off the oily rungs of the ladder, being sure to place his foot down with the extra care needed to make sure it didn't cause him to slap and fall to his death (because really, that would be inconvenient as fuck). The clinking of chains disturbed the horrifyingly empty silence, and he was hit by the awareness that maybe the basement was not the most fantastic place to explore because he was curious-

Something rustled. His blood couldn't really freeze, cod were special in that section of biology, but in that moment, every part of him felt like ice.

Oh yeah. This was an awful place to get curious about. Jimmy was leaving now, thank you very much! He'd heard just about enough of this spookfest. That was enough for today. Why was he even down here? He could have just asked Sausage what was in his basement. He would be, actually, next time he saw Sausage, because-

Just as he was about to make his way up, someone whispered something in a shaken, cracked voice.

…Well now he couldn't just leave. He was many things, and a coward was definitely one of them, but he couldn't leave after hearing that. 

He swallowed and continued his descent. It was light enough that he could see, with the hesitantly sputtering lanterns and the cascading glare of the Nether portal, and yet darkness seemed to cling to every nook and cranny in shadowy, spidery fingers. The perfect place for something to be lurking and crawling and ready to snap. The perfect place for a corpse to be stuffed in a barrel, rotting away. The perfect place for the demon to be standing in the darkened corners, watching him with malice in their eyes. 

There was another, tiny sound that could have been a whole host of unpleasant things, and Jimmy startled, almost falling off the ladder completely. He cursed instinctively and dragged a hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the words. It was unfortunately too late - he'd already spoken, and if anything sinister was crawling around, it had probably already heard him.

A hurried, burst of a choke emerged as he placed the last foot down, and he cricked his head around to where a wall jutted out, hiding whatever had cough from view.

His hand drifted towards his sword, fingers cramping around the handle. He couldn't decide whether or not to draw it. It was then, and only then then, with a ridiculous amount of courage and even more stupidity, that he was able to strangle out a question. "Hello?"

Silence. 

Then-

"Jimmy?" The voice was hushed, cracked and frayed at the edges. All the things he would rather not be hearing from the world's freakiest basement. But… it seemed more scared than threatening, which raised a lot more questions than it answered. 

"Yes…?" He bit back any of the nerves lingering in his system and slowly, slowly made his way to the wall. It shot out in such a way that it touched halfway across the already fairly wide room, leaving an empty, flat area in front of it. Any possible glance at the occupants was concealed by stones sealed with moisture and moss.

And blood, he realised as his gaze darted down to the floor. Every instinct in his body flared at once. "Who's there? What happened?"

"Aeor," a half hysterical voice hissed in pain, before shooting in a sharp breath and gasping feelby. "Jimmy. Jimmy help-"

The voice was cut off with a suddenness that made his stomach twist. Aeor? Then the voice sunk in, and he was hit by a sudden, dizzying wave of nausea. "Scott?" 

Before he even fully grasped what Scott's voice was laced with, he was effectively sprinting to see what was behind the wall, expecting just about anything. A sacrificial altar, a summoning circle, some monster that replicated voices… his mind scrambled for practically anything to reason the sheer amount of blood on the floor. 

The reality was a lot simpler than any of those things. Two cells lined up against the wall in mimicry of cages. The one pressed against the far side was… relatively untouched, cloaked in darkness, but the other was lit up with a casual intensity, perfectly displaying the absolutely horrific depiction of what he thought was supposed to be Gem, leant against the wall, drenched in crimson that spiraled loosely onto the floor.

Shit.

"Gem." Jimmy stuttered, immediately rushing forwards to the cell. There wasn't a door- which made it so, so much worse- "Are you okay? What-?"

"Jimmy." Her eyes were bloodshot and strained, like he was forcing them open. He'd seen her just under a week ago, all fresh and pristine and covered in glittering crystals, baring a staff powerful enough to kill anyone who even touched it. What the hell had happened? "Jimmy."

His pickaxe was out in a heartbeat, and without second thought he began to smash it against the bars, wincing as the metal screeched and wailed far louder than it should have. To say his heart was pounding was an understatement - it was flying. If he had thought that there was a boogeyman lying in wait behind a box earlier, then he definitely thought there was now.

Adrenaline crawled into his veins and sang. At any moment, something, someone could crawl inside and stop him. This was Sausages basement. Was… Sausage was slightly deranged, but he… wouldn't. Not to Gem. But he remembered the gleam in his eyes, the way that everything about him had shifted and… 

The bars snapped - he'd put in more force than needed, and the bones in his hands felt so stiff they might break. Using the pickaxe to try and widen the crude gap he'd created was an act of desperation; every second longer he spent on breaking it, the more red seemed to pool out on the floor, and as soon as he was sure that he could actually fit through, he dropped his pickaxe on the floor and rushed inside. He couldn't afford to spend a moment longer gawking at Gem's crumpled form, he just knew that he had to get her out.

Sausage had teased him, quite some time ago, about the fact he chose to help move barrels of slime onto ships instead of letting the sailors do it. It was now, that he was holding Gem, with her great, heavy antlers and the enormous legs of a deer, that he was glad he did so much manual labour.

…the more he thought about Sausage, the more ill he felt. His arms shivered. He really, really didn't have the time to throw up right now, and he really did try to avoid looking at Gem's cracked, broken nails, or the bloodied fuzz that was peeling off her antlers, or the gaping hole in her leg that stared at him-

"Jimmy." Her hand snatched his wrist with surprising ease considering how… corpse like she looked. He was snapped out of the nausea the moment he looked into her surprisingly intense eyes. "You need to get Scott."

Oh. 

Oh shit.

The realisation that hit him must have been visible, because one moment Gem was staring up at him, and the next she had snatched the bars for support and was hauling herself out of his grip (when had they even gotten out of the cell?).

"You- shouldn't be standing." Jimmy frowned, staring at the way her knees buckled and strained underneath the weight of pain and bloodstains. He didn't know how to fix those. Surely Sausage must keep medicinal things somewhere, right? He wouldn't want her dead- which made it a lot, lot worse-

"They put my things- healing potions, in the barrels." She grimaced, face whitening as she began to drag herself towards a pile of barrels on the other side of the room. He opened his mouth to argue, because she looked so pale and clammy that she could collapse at any second, but she shot him a Gem look. "I'm fine. Go get Scott."

Right. Scott. He'd heard him earlier, but the moment that Jimmy stepped towards the darkened cell that he must have been, every single part of him wanted to flee. Bit weird, considering that Scott was fairly passive and had never really tried to attack him, but the closer he walked, the more his nerves began to scream. 

...something had cut Scott off, hadn't it?

If there was something else with Scott in that cell... no, no, no, he was not thinking about that idea-

He snatched the pickaxe off the floor and went back to breaking bars. These ones were definitely weaker, as if the very metal itself was rotting away, and it practically crumbled in front of him. Which… wasn't a bad thing, considering that Scott might literally be dying, but it was much louder than he thought it was. The noise couldn't have been a good thing. Not when he was literally underneath Sausage's house-

Jimmy could have sworn he heard something bump upstairs and he cursed under his breath, practically rushing inside the cell, spurred by a freezing momentum of panic. If he squinted, he could make out Scott's vague form, splayed across the floor as if he were a replaceable doll that a child had thrown across the room in a fit of rage. He crouched, stooping to grab him like he'd grabbed Gem, except-

His skin was free from blood, but draped in thick spirals of corruption. The streams of red had withered across him: around his arms, his legs, his head, his mouth, all preventing him from moving. Like he was an animal about to be sacrificed. 

He yanked the sword out of its holster, almost dropping it in his hurry, and found himself muttering receptive curses under his breath. The blade was designed for heavy duty combat, not at all for trimming away stands of demonic matter, but he cut them loose to the best of his ability. Which turned out to be not very efficient at all- how did people manage such large blades in small spaces? His mind continued to run with the line of questioning. Why was Scott restrained with corruption, but not Gem? Why was there corruption in Sausages basement in the first place? 

He took back that question back as soon as he thought it. Sausage had been… unhealthily devoted to the demon for a while now, but Jimmy had never thought that it's demonic influence would go this far. Not to the extent of- of this-

He twitched. If Jimmy wasn't so focused, he probably would have dropped the sword entirely. Couldn't afford that right now. He continued, hand snatching for the pieces of corruption the moment they were sawed off and throwing them to the side. With every noise, every scitter, every rustle and tiny gasp from Gem, his heart seemed to pound louder.

Scott's eyes cracked open and Jimmy startled. It was an instinctive reaction, the creeping shadows and the crawling corruption and just about everything putting him on edge. He twitched again in the hold of the tendrils, and Jimmy burst out in a stream of hushed muttering.

"You're okay." He blurted out on instinct, tearing another piece away from his wrists. The hand flew up to grip his arm, fingers curled around it so tightly the knuckles turned white. "You've got to be okay. Alright? You've got to be-"

Gem's voice was strange and odd and quiet from where it drifted from behind him. "Jimmy. You might need to hurry up."

Oh. Okay. Yep. He was hurrying. He was definitely hurrying. The blade snagged one of the big pieces of corruption around his leg and tore through it like flesh. He chose to ignore it. He didn't want to think about how the moisture inside the tendrils seeped like blood. Because he was hurrying, and for obvious reasons, he was not going to waste time nauseating over the great clumps of red.

Scott's grip tightened around his arm, and Jimmy's rambled increased tenfold. "You're okay." He stammered hurriedly, pulling more of the corruption away. "Please be okay. Please be okay." He had better be okay, because if Gems healing potions weren't there they were fucked because there was no way he could carry both of them.

As soon as he sawed the matter off of his other worst, his hand flew up to where the corruption was wrapped around his mouth and curled, yanking the spiral of red away with brutal force. No sooner than a second had passed before he was coughing and sputtering violently. His nails dug into his skin so tightly that they cut into the flesh, printing sharp crescents into his arms.

He coughed, a dull resonance that shot through the air. His eyes stared at him with the intensity of a thousand moons, his fingers gripping him so hard that his arm went slightly numb. "Jimmy."

"Scott," he whispered back, because what else did you say to someone who had been kidnapped and thrown into a cell? He wanted to say a thousand things at once. But he couldn't say any of them, because they were in Sausages basement and Gem was almost half dead and they needed to leave, now-

He pulled the elf into his arms. His antlers pressed against his shoulder at an awkward angle, but he was so detached from his body he almost couldn't feel it. Everything seemed numb. What the fuck had happened? What had Sausage done? 

Scott inhaled sharply, head tilting up to look at Jimmy's. The corruption had left a red mark across his face so sore that he could see it even in the darkness of the cell. 

"I'm okay." He managed, voice weak and raspy. Jimmy didn't believe him, but real reassurances could wait. They didn't have the time for this. They didn't have the time for anything, in the end.

#ask game #asks #fanfic #fanfiction #scott smajor #smajor1995 #dangthatsalongname #solidarity gaming #jimmy solidarity #empires smp #esmp #flower husbands #ao3 #archive of our own #mcyt #angst #kind of unformatted its late lol

[lunar-writes-things]

15) Can Pandas Be Purple?

After Mumbo left, Y/n stepped outside and checked their mail. 

Most of it was requests to either collab or for advice. 

However

Today, They had gotten a gold envelope with a baby zombie riding a chicken as the logo. 

Y/n had seen this Logo before, Grian had gotten it once or twice

Giddiness bubbled up in their chest as they looked at the shiny letter and they ripped it open. 

Dear Mx. Y/n'sHarmony,

Congratulations! You have been accepted as a player for the Next MCC on August 21, 2021, as a purple panda! 

You have been recruited due to the fact that Fruitberries will not be able to make it. Your teammates will be Scott Smajor, Grian, and Smallishbeans! 

Along with this letter, inside your mailbox, there should be a tiny box with two portal keys for your convenience for the travel you will have to endure during travel. 

Thank you for signing up! We hope to see you on the practice server and on the day of! 

 Yours truly, NoxCrew and Scott Smajor. 

"Oh my void!" Y/n exclaimed and hopped around in sheer joy before gasping and turning to run towards Grian's section of the gigabase and yelling his name out so he can turn around and Y/n could tackle him into the ground while cradling his head to make sure he wasn't hurt. "Hi." 

"Hi!" He grinned and leaned his head up to place his forehead against Y/n's "What's got you so excited?" 

"I got into MCC!" They exclaimed and Y/n watched as Grian's face contorted from confusion into happiness back into confusion 

"That's great!" Grian said with a large smile "But how? I thought all the teams were full." 

"Fruitberries dropped out," Y/n said and gave him the letter so he could read it 

"So you're going to be on my team?" Grian asked softly, wings fluttering "Wait- is fruit okay? Do you know what happened?" 

"I wish I did," Y/n shook their head "If anything you can always text him through the inter-dimensional comms we have. Although, I feel bad that he won't be able to make it. I'll do my best in place of him!" 

"I'll ask if he's okay later, for now, if you want I can text Scott and Joel and we can practice later for the event? Since it's a week away?" Grian asked softly and grabbed Y/n's hand

"Could we?" Y/n's eyes lit up as she gripped his hands back and pulled them to their chest with pure excitement in their eyes "I would love to go right now!" 

"Yes," Grian grinned  "Yes we can. Go finish up your laundry and when you're done we can head over." 

"Yes sir!" Y/n grinned and rushed back to their home to finish up their chores and change 

Y/n walked through the portal with Pearl and Grian. Y/n and the avian wore matching purple outfits and huge grins on their face while Pearl wore a cyan outfit with a cocky smile on her face. Scott and Joel came to greet them and they all chatted for a bit before agreeing they should split off and start talking to their chats and starting their streams.

"Hullooooo," Y/n murmured to the stars around their head, all twinkling with excitement and gleaming with pure joy and positivity "How are we today?" 

High-pitched chiming made Y/n smile as they continued to walk and jump around in excitement. As the stars around her head began to crown Y/n had counted and noticed there was a ton more than usual, that's when a star shining brighter than the sun itself made an appearance. 

"Scar! Oh my Goodness! Thank you so much for the raid! It's deeply appreciated." Y/n laughed "I hope you guys had a great time! Welcome Scarians to my pov of MCC! I hope you guys enjoy the chaos.

"Anyway! Today we are teamed up with Grian, Scott Smajor, And Joel Smallishbeans! I'm so excited to be here chatters! it's a great honor!" Y/n felt their back strain as they attempted to flutter with invisible wings "Moving on! I'm sure you've seen my weaknesses while streaming practice games but I'll do my best!" 

The stars around them cheered Y/n on and crowded their face as they finally sat down and read out the brighter shining stars and listened to the words they whispered into their ears. As they sat, Scott found them and motioned for them to talk to him and so they did, waving away the twinkling stars as they cheered for Scott's arrival

"Are you ready Y/n?" Scott asked and bounced around them, his purple coat flowing behind him and cyan hair bouncing with him as a bright smile shines on his face 

"Hell yeah!" Y/n grinned and stood up with such enthusiasm that they got lightheaded

^^^^^

The games went as well as they could! 

First was Grid runners, a great (and new!) game to establish the team's communication skills and speed. Purple pandas ended up 5th overall. 

Then was Sky battle. This definitely was a step up from grid runners as they had been in third place, grian being the mv of the team and Y/n standing back to let the others take the lead as they barely knew PVP. 

The rest of the games went like this; getting high rankings and great spots with the exception of tgttos with them getting their lowest placement that MCC, 7th place. 

Soon they got to dodgebolt in first place. 

"DODGE Y/N!" Grian shouted and Y/n just barely dropped to their knees when an arrow almost lodged itself into their skull 

Y/n scrambled to get up while their team had the arrows and soon nocking an arrow and aimed at Dream, who was currently their biggest threat and let go

They watched the arrow and as if time seemed to slow down, it shot dream through the heart and pushed him into the Scorching Magma below

Whose idea was it to build the dodgebolt on top of a volcano with a shrinking platform? 

"Y/N!" Scott called out and Y/n had just taken a step to the left when an arrow whizzed past them "Be careful!" 

"Sorry!" Y/n smiled sheepishly and grabbed both of the arrows and shot one of the remaining two players before they shot back and got Y/n 

"SHIT-" Y/n wailed as they popped up within the stands 

"WHAT?!" Grian asked and looked at Y/n like they were crazy "THAT GOES IN THE SWEAR JAR!" 

"NO!" She called down to him "DUCK JOEL!" 

Joel dropped to the ground as an arrow flew past and Scott fired the last arrow and shot down the remaining member of the pink Parrots. 

"YES!" Y/n cheered along with the rest of the group before being poofed back onto the reset stage and giving Scott hug "That was a Great shot, Scott!" 

"Alright! Now to win these next two rounds!" Joel and Grian cheered 

They in fact did not win the next two rounds. 

They lost Dodgebolt

"Welp, that's upsetting!" Y/n laughed to the stars around their head who whispered encouraging words in their ears "But I had a great time overall! It was a great time chat! Admittedly, I was on the edge of my seat the entire time! It was such a close comp!" 

You did great Angel! Can't wait to see you in future championships! Scar's star shone brightly as he whispered in Y/n's ear and Y/n cradled his star 

two other stars came up to her and whispered praises and encouraging words to her. Each shining with a familiar item on their person, Mumbo with his mustache and Impulse with his new gigantic bowtie. Soon Grian and Pearl ended up joining Y/n and they talked to friends before all three agreed to head home to hermitcraft after ending their streams. 

"We're home!" Pearl called as the three stepped out of the interdimensional portal that connected all the realms that their friends lived on

When they stepped out, everyone was there and greeted the with smiles and presents for getting so far in the games. Pearl was praised for her determination and was cheered on for her proudest moments. Grian was glowing with the amount of attention he was getting from ren and others. 

Y/n sat back and watched the group with a soft smile.

"Are you okay?" Someone at by them 

"Yeah," Y/n turned to them, a scarred face rarely anyone sees anymore entering their view "I'm going great X. It's beautiful. The community you helped cultivate from the beginning is beautiful. Thank you for letting me join again." 

"How could I not?" He asked, a smile playing at his lips "Mumbo was practically begging me too and After what you went through with that crazy ex-boyfriend of yours? You needed a safe place and I'm so happy to be able to give that to you." 

"Thank you X," Y/n smiled "Do you think I'll ever find love again?" 

"You already have." X grinned slyly and winked before he put on his helmet again "Just look around you and at the people closest to you."

Masterlist

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft x reader #hermitcraft x you #hermitcraft x y/n #mumbo x reader #mumbo jumbo #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #gtws x reader #gtwscar #gtws hermitcraft #mumbo jumbo x reader #grian x reader #impulse x reader #hermitcraft impulse #impulsesv #pearlescentmoon #pearlescentmoon x reader #hermitcraft s8 #hc s8 #boatem #boatem crew #luna has written #Luna's Symphony of Boatem

[betweenlands]

Ok ill bite whats dominion smp?

BOY AM I GLAD YOU ASKED

dominion smp, which some members call DSMP for what's probably seo reasons but i find intensely hilarious because it's technically not wrong to abbreviate it like that, is a small lightly modded server based around the origins mod! basically, each member has a different origin, and in much the same way empires members are loosely the ruler of their respective countries, you can sort of consider each dominion member to be kind of a paragon of their respective origin.

thing is, while dominion is defined in part by its relation to the origins mod, there is also a lot of plot stuff that happens that is only tangentially related to the fact that everyone is creatures -- you've got people beefing over stolen goods, everyone sort of vying for power in a vacuum while trying to not seem obvious about it, taxes of "give me all of your diamonds every two weeks i am no longer asking nicely", and also. whatever the hell is going on with shadowmech.

oh yeah also literally like 75% of these ccs have 2000+ day hardcore worlds so the builds are insane.

here's a masterpost on everyone's povs! it doesn't have their Vibes down rn but i can do that really briefly (EDIT LOL NO IT'S NOT BRIEF THIS IS GOING UNDER A CUT):

starting members:

jamiejoan/jammers, dragonborn: elected queen of the server during s1. has a corruption arc, as one does. not many s1 episodes, but (without spoiling anything) her pov for s2 is unique and worth checking out

grady, enderian: doesn't have many episodes and is mainly a streamer. his character is half wet cat and half "guy that makes that's what she said jokes", but somehow in a different direction from scar?

legundo, piglin: champion of the piglins, sent to the overworld by his people for. well for takeover purposes probably. this mostly involves doing capitalism and having trusting-distrustful dynamics with the besties. actually the main server admin but this never comes up incharacter.

fixxitt, inchling: starts off as a thief, escalates WILDLY until by episode 5 welsknight is telling him "you fucked up, buddy" and then he builds a gigantic house. has 2 musical numbers in the middle of episodes that will absolutely knock you out if you're not prepared. also has very good cinematics.

nukeri, elytrian: democracy lover and guy who really, really just wants everyone to get along. canonically descended from icarus; all my friends have emotions about him and i haven't watched him yet but he's a major blorbo-in-law. i'd make a joke about how he's the resident gay scot of the server since they couldn't get smajor, but he literally does have a voice cameo from scott in his s1 finale.

rnjoy, witch: loves doing mad science, committing tax fraud, and has a mushroom son in s2 now. not a lot of s1 episodes but she loves her ravager gertrude i know that much. currently being hunted by --

shadowmech, witherborn: hitman of the server who is only withered rn because he ate a really bad porkchop. no episodes currently, he's in the process of doing a supercut of all his s1 stuff. is also in the process of uh. being very possessed and possibly being the s2 arc baddie rn. it's. fiiiiine. he's just not speaking to anyone and also attacking them during blood moons! totally chill

sneve, blazeborn: like if keralis was oli orionsound but with less musical numbers. sneve is an experience that cannot be described. just. watch his episodes there's only like 3 of them it'll tell you everything and nothing you need to know

taneesha, goat: lover of domes and also psychological warfare. started an advancement race probably as an excuse to steal people's shit. not a lot of s1 episodes but has some plot stuff anyway since she kind of got invited to join jamie's. void cult. yeaaaahhhh.

started midway thru s1:

vikingpilot, phantom: SOMETHING IS SO VERY WRONG WITH HIM. sweet ghostboy who is also incredibly unhinged. canonically dead and was also intangible and invisible for the beginning half of s1 up until the dragon fight. does dark magic, or is at least planning to do dark magic. pluralcoded and you can fight me on this. honestly my top pick for "if you only get one pov"

started at the beginning of s2:

progamebot/josh, sporeling: one video so far! joy's mushroom son. helping her make potions out of a van in the desert atm, which is. actually a breaking bad reference, not a reference to that other dsmp. canonically like a week old at the most. doing pretty well considering this.

kiply, fairy: no episodes yet, but uh. i've been watching her other stuff on and off and something is seriously wrong with her in the best way possible. plays on i think at least 2 different lifesteal-type smps? she is unhinged. she is not a reliable narrator. i love her.

dalilred (wolf) and itsryan (iron golem) also REALLY recently joined so i haven't gotten a pin on their vibes yet. red seems like she has a little bit of a cottagecore aesthetic and ryan seems to be kind of closer to sneve on the shitposter end of the mcyter spectrum, but that's all i've got

#WHEW didnt mean to infodump that hard #dominion smp #anonymous #ask #orig #yt #dominioners

[pacificwaternymph]

Just a small drabble about one of Scott and Jimmy's many secret meetings.

"We have to stop meeting like this" Smajor was perched on the parapet, like a bird, a sly grin on his face and his impressive wings folded behind him, as Jimmy walked out onto the roof.

Jimmy sent him a halfhearted glare, already approaching the supervillain and sitting down on the concrete to gaze at the city horizons. This was maybe the third time they'd run into one another here. Coincidentally, it was also the third time since that first encounter that Jimmy had come here at all.

It almost felt like Smajor was purposefully seeking him out. Did he spend every night here, waiting for Jimmy to show up so he could taunt him?

"Why do you keep coming here?" Jimmy half asked, half grumbled. He might have believed that Smajor was just here to torment him, but their first... conversation, if it could be called that, had changed things.

It was a subtle shift, not one that Jimmy could put a name to if he tried, but there was something almost more... amicable, about Smajor during their confrontations. It felt like his blows were landing a little less hard, his ice going wide a little more often than not.

"Why do you?" Smajor shot back in a sing-song sort of voice. "One would think that after your biggest enemy discovers your little perch, you'd abandon it and find a new one. I have to wonder why you haven't, already. It's almost as if it's because you're... secretly hoping to see me?"

It was phrased like a question, but both knew it wasn't.

"Well, I didn't think you'd stalk me." Jimmy grumbled, to which Smajor let out an offended scoff.

"Oh please, I have standards." Jimmy raised an eyebrow, which the other couldn't see beneath the mask. The message must have carried through, though, because Smajor's expression morphed into a pout. "Do you really think I would do that?"

No, not really. Smajor had always been... weirdly respectful of him, incessant flirting aside. He certainly showed more respect than any of the other villains in the city, who had a habit of tormenting him, specifically, because he was weaker than the other heroes.

"Well I don't know what you'd do. You are a supervillain, after all." Jimmy said, instead of voicing that thought. Scott let out another gasp, as if the remark cut deeply. But looking over, there was no trace of genuine hurt hidden in his expression, so Jimmy felt himself relax.

Since when had preserving the feelings of a supervillain become important to him? Jimmy shook off the thought.

"So... is there a reason for your intrusion into my night, or...."

#empires smp #flower husbands #superhero au #jimmy solidarity #solidarity gaming #solidaritygaming #smajor1995 #scott smajor #dangthatsalongname

[thetomorrowshow]

Requests are open I've heard?

Well uh,,,, please please I want to hear your headcanons for empires s2 if you're watching it :D

Also maybe any lore predictions as to what happened in the thousand years between s1 and s2??

ok this took me so long im sorry ksjdfkj @flyingfish1234

i'm watching jimmy scott and lizzie atm, so most of what i know lore-wise for other players ive just picked up from tumblr. that being said:

-i know a lot of people are saying based on scott's recent comments (having angered a witch before, had training that helped him move through the mangrove forest easier) that he's a retired circus performer, but may i present to you: retired assassin scott.

please a retired assassin who knows a lot about textiles bc of making clothes to fit in at every place they were sent to assassinate someone. colorful clothes so that no one suspects him of a dark past. discovered llamas on his travels and was enamoured. his heterochromia became part of his infamy--"if you see a man with one eye yellow, one eye blue--you better run" type of thing. pls mr smajor pls be an assassin

-that's my biggest hope for this season, but another one is that we get villain arc jimmy! he talked a bit in some livestreams early this year or late last year that he had plans to be a villain in a series this year--he didn't do it with afterlife or with double life (so far), so i think that it's really promising for es2! and he's honestly already building up to it imo with his respect board (after all, scar becoming the villain of 3rd life started with his friendship board/passes). i just. i wanna see evil sheriff jim in full black cowboy get-up (if you've ever seen community i'm picturing the black rider in 2x23).

-i saw a theory on here the other day that sausage is also es1 sausage, searching for his friends after getting out of his alternate universe or whatever happened to him in his last episode (i don't watch sausage idk), and i fully believe that. like cc!sausage made it clear that c!sausage didn't die at the end of the season. unless we're going to have an into the sausageverse situation here idk why he would be so adamant about that.

-lizzie is a jellicle cat

-i've heard that false doesn't have memories, but is oddly suspicious of everything, like she's afraid she's being hunted. i'm really thinking she didn't start out in this world and was brought here by some unknown force. maybe pix can help her figure out her past?

-i find it hard to believe that lizzie would make an entire musical about her immortal fish goddess dnd character without having her make a guest appearance at some point.

and as for lore predictions for what happened between the seasons:

-somebody suggested that the fossil jimmy found was one of s1 gem's dragons, which i love.

-i don't think the copper king was ever found again, but i hope s2 pix unearths his history.

-s1 lizzie and jimmy are still around somewhere, but neither of them have their memories or fish features (and i don't think s1 jimmy will make an appearance, but i bet he'll be an urban legend in this season).

-at some point, someone had to build the fountain where joel got his wishes. who?

#ask #justletmehaveanamealready #the fish tag #empires smp #empiresblr #esmp #empires s2 #mcyt #i love this cast of characters #guys im having assassin!scott brainrot now #also this season has a different vibe from the first one #not in a bad way! it's just very clear that they've all come in with characters ready to go #rather than developing them along the way #it's giving far more dnd vibes than last season did #mas speaks

[redwinterroses]

I had the world's biggest spaghetti mess of getting into Hermitcraft. I came in from somewhere like 5 different angles. I was watching dsmp and heard that Grain was one of Wil's favourite YouTubers. Then I watch MCC and I'm like "oh ok so some of those hermit fellows are in here too, that's cool." Then Origins started and I started watching Smajor and Empires. I'm over here like "ok Scott is cool but Pix tho" and start becoming a Pix main. I heard about 3rd life and binged Scott in one sitting like woah and wanted to know who won, so I watched the winner pov, Grian. I learn that Pix does HC recap. Season 8 starts. At this point, all signs point to "Watch Hermitcraft you dolt" and I, of course, start with Grian and Pearl and pick up hermits as I go along.

I honestly don't have a lot of shame in saying I found my favourite hermits through Grian. Like, hey. We can't all be there from day one. We gotta get into it somehow. Who cares if I started watching Grian's season 8? All that matters to me is that while binging season 7, I found Zedaph and now he owns 90% of my thought processes. Being mad at people for finding the same thing out like through more popular means just means that you're convincing people to not like the thing you like! How are we supposed to get that if we get mad at people for showing interest?

That's like saying "Oh, you discovered expensive chocolate/fine seafood/craft brew/fancy food because you learned to like eating when you were given Cheerios and smashed peas for the first time? Gosh, how mainstream." XD The beauty of "mainstream" is that it carries us all to find our favorite little brooks and hidden ponds.

Also "At this point, all signs point to "Watch Hermitcraft you dolt"" is a delightful phrase and I love it.

#redwinteranswers #grian effect

[thesnailkiwi]

for the queer ask game: 🍁🔥🧡🌼💛🌾🌱💚🔮🏳‍🌈🌈?

🍁 actually, it wasn't that long ago. Around last November I started suspecting, and in January I actually fully realized

🔥 not really. I mean, still a bit of yes, but not much. Mostly whenever anyone says anything suggestive about me I scrunch up my nose and dismissed them. I also am proud of who I am a bit more, knowing that there's a community if I ever need help.

🧡 none. None at all. I mean, I draw myself as a guy if that counts.

🌼 I fully went by she/her, but now I go by whatever. I'm not a stickler about Pronouns. I prefer she/they/he, but idrc if you use anything else. As long as I know you're referring to me.

💛 I thought about it a lot. No one or nothing really made me realize. It was just kind of a thing when I was trying to sleep one night and it hit me like a brick wall v. character in a cartoon. Though I will say that Scott Smajor, Notajlafond, and Ranboo helped me accept myself.

🌾 no, I definitely do not look the part. I act the part, apparently, tho. A few years ago, literally one of my closest friends asked if I was queer, and at the time, I wasn't. So that's a thing ig.

🌱 she'd be like "what tf happened?" And proceed to have a sexuality crisis. Maybe I'd even get denied, who knows? I wasn't a homophobe but I used to be the straightest person in the friend group. Huh, now that I think abt it, what did happen?

💚 too many.

🔮 twas a dark and stormy night when the queer monster appeared and attacked me with its vicious teeth. It gave me a device to do research on at 4 am and then told me "get used to it ur lgbtqia+" and disappeared in a puff of magic smoke. Then I proceeded to message the wrong person since I was tired and having a crisis. Luckily they were the same sexuality.

🏳️‍🌈 I love the colors of the asexual flag. I don't incorporate it in my outfits since I throw on whatever is clean and go about my day. I want to get one but idk how my dearest parents would react.

🌈 hmmm. So many different, smaller, less mainstream sexualities should get some attention as well. They're here, too! And they are part of the community but are constantly ignored! Also, some people need to experience the feeling of the hate we get and the struggles we face as a whole. Yeah, ok, cool - you have your beliefs and I have mine, but bro chill out agree to disagree you don't need to attack me because I like someone and you don't understand what love feels like. My parents pretty religious, and if they can accept me, you can. Anyway, moving on. This turned into a rant.

Enjoy, do want you want with this ig. Also you are a consistent person and highly appreciate you! They say teamwork makes the dream work, but I think they should replace teamwork with "my tumblr mutuals that I highly appreciate and want to give a blanket, plushie, and hot coco and proceed to pat them on the head"

[smajorqna]

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Hello!

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Welcome to the blog i made because i thought of it in class and i need some sort of way to feed my hyperfixation.

Here is a carrd with more info about this mess. (coming soon)

All art belongs to me!! I made it!! Please dont steal or use for ai (sense thats been getting popular recently..). And please ask before reposting and if your too nervous please at least credit me :)

(Press "Read More" below for tldr for the carrd and an ID for each image)

(Last updated: 12/10/22 11:19am CDT)

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And now if you look just below youll see all the tags i use and what they mean :) (more will be added in the future)

#smajorqna - all posts posted on this blog

#4th wall breakthrough - ooc posts

#smajor of rivendell - all answers from c!scott

#hearts the creator tm - all answers/cameos from my persona, hearts

#hello deer anon - all questions from fellow anons! Hello anons :)

#(tw/cw here) - obviously wont say that exactly but if a post talks about anything triggering or anything that needs warning i will put it there and i will put it at the beginning of the post :)

#posts about beloved husband - posts mentioning or even including the one and only codfather (will be also used as flower husbands tag so if you don't wanna see that block it!!!)

#cameos - other character cameos featured

#id below read more - will be put for every post with images in it (besides dividers)

#the 17th letter of the alphabet - this post was queued

Heres the tldr of the carrd: (aka a list of things i need to add to it)

This is C!/CHARACTER!!! In no way am i impersonating scott the content creator. I am simply answering questions the way i think his esmp1 character would answer.

Admittedly, i have never watched scotts esmp1 series- i mostly know about his character through clips, fanfics, fanarts, and other fans. I know im such a fake fan /sarc so if i get any lore or canon wrong please tell me and ill do my best to fix it. If i cannot, then oh well to bad so sad.

This will include my personal headcanons so if you haven't heard of whatever even or something from canon, its most likely a headcanon

This will also include flower husbands (c!scott x c!jimmy) so uh yeah dont imply any other ships other than them only because i dont personally ship it (its fine if you do, i have nothing wrong with that :) just keep it out of this blog)

Everything you see on this blog was done on my phone using my finger. So obviously there will be mistakes. So yk use common sense and dont point them out :) its rude.

And lastly, this is literally my first time doing this ever so please be nice, im sensitive

ID for each image/panel:

[Panel 1 (one): (start id) outlined and colorless drawing of empires season 1 (one) character scott looking confused or worried, there's a question mark symbol next to him showing he's confused. He's looking at another character to the right with the same drawing style. Scott's outline/lineart is a dark cyan. To the right of scott there's a character with shortish hair, pointy ears like scotts, with a plain t-shirt. They look feminine-ish and their expression looks happy. Near them is text saying "Me, the creator tm" pointing to them. The character's outline/lineart is a dark magenta-ish, or a really red pink. On the bottom of the screen is a grey box with a smaller box on the top left corner saying "Scott" in a dark cyan. Below is text in the same color saying "So.. Remind me of what to do here..?". (End id)]

[Panel 2 (two): (start id) Same character's and poses as panel 1 (one) with different expressions. Scott's expression is still similar, except this time his mouth is closed. The character's (who's name is Hearts) expression changed to them talking with their eyes closed. They look happy. Below them is the same dialogue box except with a different name and obviously different text. The name now reads "Hearts" and the dialogue says "You're going to answer some questions from people because I'm bored and I need something better to do with my life. :)" in the same color used for Hearts' outline. (End id)]

[Panel 3 (three): (start id) Scott is now center with Hearts gone, leaving a "Bye!" where they were last. Scott then looks to the left with an exhausted look. In the dialogue box it says in the dark cyan outline scott has with scotts name above, "This will be easier said than done..." (End id)]

Also yes ik the original third panel i misspelled "easier" but its too late now im tired

#smajorqna #heres all the other tags -> #4th wall breakthrough #smajor of rivendell #hearts the creator tm #hello deer anon #posts about beloved husband #cameos #id below read more #and heres some other tags for funsies #blog intro #rp blog #ish? Technically?? #my art #divider credits to the people who made them #(i just searched up cyan/winter dividers and saved the ones i liked-) #rp blog intro #ask c!scott #ask blog #i am not tagging scott im too afraid hell see this mess.. #Scott if you see this no you dont continue scrolling #the 17th letter of the alphabet #forgot this one

[andiinaraethtash]

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warnings:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories:

F/F

Gen

M/M

Fandoms:

Empires SMP

Minecraft (Video Game)

Relationships:

Bryce | fWhip & GeminiTay

Bryce | fWhip & MythicalSausage

Bryce | fWhip & Geminitay & MythicalSausage (Video Blogging RPF)

Katherine Elizabeth/Shelby Grace

Jimmy | Solidarity/Scott | Smajor1995 | Dangthatsalongname

Everyone & Everyone

Scott Smajor & Xornoth

Characters:

Bryce | fWhip

GeminiTay (Video Blogging RPF)

MythicalSausage (Video Blogging RPF)

Scott | Smajor1995 | Dangthatsalongname

Jimmy | Solidarity

Shrub - Character

Shelby Grace

Katherine Elizabeth (Video Blogging RPF)

Joey Graceffa

Joel | SmallishBeans

Lizzie | LDShadowLady (Video Blogging RPF)

Jonny | Pixlriffs (Video Blogging RPF)

Pearl | PearlescentMoon

Xornoth

sort of - Character

You'll see

Additional Tags:

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

roseblings

Wither Rose Alliance on Empires SMP Setting (Video Blogging RPF)

Alternate Universe - Empires SMP Setting (Video Blogging RPF)

Flower Husbands

Nature Wives

Minor/implied Jornoth

Possession

Corruption

Can't Escape the Fallout (Feel the Fire Rain Down)

AndiinaRaethTash

Summary:

Things are back to normal. No, seriously, they are. Sure, Scott’s ice powers are getting a little out of control, and fWhip is occasionally acting a little weird, and Pix can feel something brewing on the horizon, but things are fine, right? If only things would stay that way. But something dark has other plans, and the rulers and their lands will soon find themselves fighting for their lives as light and dark collide in a way that will either bring them all together, or tear them all apart…

Notes:

Here we are, the sequel to Before Something breaks That Cannot Be Fixed! (I'd say long-awaited, but it's only been a month or so.) Hopefully I'll finish this before Empires S2 comes out and consumes my soul, and if my guess is correct, that shouldn't be too hard, considering I'm projecting mid to late summer at the very earliest for that. I'm not quite to the point I wanted to be before I started posting, but I'm close enough, and I've got the inspiration going, so my buffer shouldn't run out. Hopefully. (Last time I said that, I accidentally deleted everything I'd written with no way of getting it back, so you know, knock on wood if you're superstitious and all that.) I'm projecting at least as many chapters as were in Before Something Breaks, but I don't have a final chapter count yet. I'll update the fic when I know for certain. With that out of the way, I'll let you get on to reading! (Chapter title from How Far We've Come by Matchbox Twenty)

Chapter 1: Waking Up at the Start of the End of the World

Once, Scott would have said he’s only a little scared by his ice powers. By now, he’s verging on terrified. There’s an ice storm that’s just now letting up, and it’s barely the first week of summer. An ice storm. In June. Aeor, but these powers were getting out of control.

He’s been on the verge of just heading over to Gem’s and seeing if she could help him; she’s been building a new magical academy since early spring, and from what he’s heard—mostly from Jimmy, one of the only ones brave enough to face the neverending winter—it’s nearly complete.

But he’s had other concerns, other… alright, excuses, to keep him in Rivendell. So he’s not too chuffed when he hears a knock on the door, because it can only be one of the other emperors, most likely one of them in particular.

“Jimmy, I’m not in the mood to—” He stops himself short as he opens the door, because that is not Jimmy.

Sausage raises an eyebrow. “Not in the mood for what? Do I need to give you the shovel talk?”

Scott gapes for a moment before blurting, “Lizzie and Joel already did that.”

They had. It had been rather terrifying, having a ten-foot-tall fish goddess, and her over-protective, hyperactive husband telling him they would absolutely smite him into smithereens if he hurt their little brother. Not that he ever intends to. That is the last thing he wants to do.

Sausage beams and pushes past Scott into the lodge. “Geez, it’s cold. Don’t you guys have summer up here?”

“Usually, yes,” Scott replies, closing the door behind his unexpected guest. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Sausage, but why are you here?”

“Oh, just acting as a messenger boy. I was hoping to see some cooler weather up here, but man, this is not what I had in mind.”

“The message, Sausage?” Scott has to fight not to grit his teeth. Aeor, he’s forgotten how annoying Sausage can be, and he needs him gone before he accidentally hurts him with his uncontrollable ice powers.

Sausage pulls out a scroll as he warms his other hand over the fire. “fWhip sent it,” he says unnecessarily, because Scott can see the seal of the Grimlands on the letter.

Still he takes it, removes the seal, and reads it. He raises an eyebrow as he does so, because that’s… interesting. “fWhip’s called a meeting of the twelve empires?”

“He has?” Sausage asks, scrambling over to read over Scott’s elbow. “Huh. You’d have thought he’d have told me.”

“Maybe he was counting on me telling you, or he was going to tell you when you went back to the Grimlands.” Scott pointedly raises an eyebrow, and Sausage flushes ever so slightly.

So he has been staying in the Grimlands. Jimmy had said something last time he’d been here about Joey complaining that one of Gem or Sausage or both was always with fWhip, and honestly, Scott understands. He’s their brother and/or best friend.

Still, he can’t help but be jealous of that close relationship, even though he knows he shouldn’t. He may not have his brother, but he does have this family, this little group of broken people who were trying to build each other back up by taking pieces of themselves and patching each other up with them.

Scott sets the scroll down on the table. “How are they doing?”

Sausage sighs heavily. “Gem… she says she’s forgiven me, but… she’s still wary. It’s not hard to tell, she won’t let me and fWhip alone for longer than she needs to. As for fWhip—I don’t know, he’s been acting funny. He won’t let us into his forge, he spends an awful lot of time in there, and when he comes out he’s exhausted and snappish.”

“Have you considered that maybe he’s tired of being babysat?” Scott asks, a hint of amusement leaking into his voice, because he knows he would be. Having someone always watching over your shoulder has to be annoying, and if anyone was going to understand that, it’d be Sausage, considering what he went through just three and a half months ago.

Sausage twists his face in consideration. “Maybe. That would actually make sense. Alright,” he says, clapping his hands together, “I’ll see if I can’t get Gem to back off a little.”

Scott nods and pointedly looks at the door. Sausage, thankfully, clues in for once in his life. “I should get going, huh?”

“Probably. I know I have stuff to do, and I can only imagine that you do as well.”

With a nod and a smile, Sausage steps out of the door, letting a blast of cold air in. Scott doesn’t even shudder.

Something is very, very wrong with him.

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fWhip is nearly bouncing with excitement next to her, and Gem can’t help but smile. It’s good to see him like this, like nothing has changed. On her other side, Sausage is looking around, watching for the other rulers and occasionally making jabs about them to fWhip, who laughs, giddy and visibly shaking.

Currently, they’re at spawn, where the meeting of the empires is to take place. fWhip has pulled out a lectern, a book and quill, and a small table, and set them in the middle of the ring of pedestals. She has no idea what he’s doing—he’s kept quiet about the reason behind this meeting, but if he’s this excited, it’s either something really good or really stupid.

Joey, unsurprisingly is the first to arrive. He is, after all, closest to spawn, and he’s followed by Pix, who smiles at them all, and goes up to Joey to engage him in conversation. Katherine and Shrub arrive together, followed by Jimmy, Joel, and Lizzie, who all arrive at the same time, if not necessarily together. Pearl is next, sunny personality on full display as she greets each and every one of them.

Scott arrives last, so late she’s beginning to wonder if he is coming at all, accompanied by a gust of cold air. He hangs back, avoiding even Jimmy and watching nervously as they all settle down.

fWhip steps forward, fiddling with his scarf, a sure sign that he’s anxious. “Friends, allies, and cod—” he adds that last bit with a quick but genuine grin in Jimmy’s direction “—I’ve asked you here today to reveal a great vessel, the new power in the empires. I’ve been hard at work in the forges of the Grimlands to create, this.”

He produces a golden crown, dotted with jewels of various colours, setting it on the table. As the emperors ooh and ahh, she frowns slightly. She has a bad feeling about this.

“Infused with the magicks of the different empires, this crown grants the user the ability to create one rule that all the empires must comply with. Check the book here at spawn for terms and conditions.” fWhip steps back, looking proud, and all Gem can think is, I was right. This is bad.

#empires smp #empiresblr #creative writing #fanfiction #roseblings #scott smajor #geminitay #chapter one

[vyeoh]

in my defense scott smajor himself told me to draw this

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#vio.art #scott smajor if you're out there here you go #art #artwork #artworks #fanart #scott smajor #smajor #smajor1995 #dangthatsalongname #this one might be a tumblr exclusive fjdkjsja #ik yall will appreciate this

[wilbursoot-updates]

Puffy talks about Wilbur armwrestling Scott Smajor on her behalf and being a very competitive thumb wrestler! She also says that Wilbur now calls her Caroline (her real name) and she now calls him William.

"Last weekend I arm wrestled and thumb wrestled all the girls and I beat them all. Well, Scott Smajor looks at me dead in the eyes and says 'Arm wrestle.' Obviously I know I'm gonna lose against Scott. Man, I thought my elbow was going to split in half! And then after I lose to Scott, Wilbur literally turns and looks at me and goes 'Want to arm wrestle with me?' And I'm like 'WHY WOULD I ARM WRESTLE YOU after I just lost to him?' So then Wilbur arm wrestled Scott on my behalf and won for me because there was no way.

However I did thumb wrestle them all. And I lost to Scott and Wilbur definitely just doesn't play thumb wars right. He definitely does not play thumb wars right! We were sat across from each other, thumb wars, I have pretty long big hands for a girl, obviously his hands are bigger than mine. Homie just yanked me across the table!

So we were out at dinner. He called me Puffy, I was like 'Don't call me Puffy, if you want call me Cara.' But they don't really say Care-uh here, they say Car-uh. And I'm like 'That's not even my real name actually, my real name's Caroline.' And he goes 'Can I call you Caroline?' And I'm like 'You're the only one who calls me Caroline' so the deal is he calls me Caroline and I'm allowed to call him William. So if you hear me say William, I'm talking about Wilbur. It's solely reserved now to Mr. William Soot!"

#captainpuffy #captain puffy #wilbur soot #scott smajor #smajor #not in the clip but he also had her listen to Hamilton. oh lord he a nerd

[mumscarian]

Recently saw the Venus Flytrap husbands hand holding post again (from Empires SMP - Scott Smajor/Jimmy Solidarity/Mythical Sausage, the ultimate enermies-to-lovers IMO) and just.

Mumscarian hand holding habits and quirks.

Scar just does it so naturally, most of the time not even realizing he's slipped his hand into Mumbo's or Grian's. It's like second nature to him; as soon as he's close enough to someone he considers a friend, his hand just... finds theirs. It isn't even romantic most of the time, just something reassuring to him that yes. This person is here. And they're my friend. They're keeping me safe and could catch me if I slip. Mumbo and Grian know this, of course, having been on the receiving end of it pre-relationship often enough, but to quell the jealousy they sometimes felt when seeing Scar holding hands with someone else (especially Cub or BDubs), Scar has agreed that with others, he'll not interlace his fingers with them. That's a thing he reserves for them, just a tiny bit of more closeness. And yes, Scar still talks with his hands (look me into the eye and tell me the guy doesn't at least a little bit talk with his hands), even while holding someone else's hand. This has lead to hilarious and sweet situations, where, pre-relationship, Scar would actually use that to flirt by twirling Mumbo or Grian, like they were dancing. It was very effective on Grian (birdie - dancing is special to him. If he dances with you out of free will, you know he considers you a close friend, or more.) Now that they're all one heaping pile of love, Scar will take the chance to simply place a kiss on the back of their hands once he notices. (And yes, this has happened more than once while he was holding both of their hands. Old habits die hard.)

Grian... for him, hand holding is something special. (Which made the hand holding jealousy he felt towards Cubs and BDubs even worse.) Because holding hands while you're flying is already difficult for a perfectly matched pair of skilled flyers, he mostly is limited to holding his lovers's hands on the ground. Which means that it literally keeps him on the ground. He doesn't mind most of the time, but sometimes, his wings itch after he's been on the ground for too long. (Also makes sleeping with him in the same bed interesting, because first thing Grian has to do, before anything else, is just fly. Even if it's just out of bed. He has woken up in the middle of the night because of itching. Grian never slept over, even when they were friends, until he felt like they wouldn't judge him for it.) Mumbo and Scar have gotten very good at reading Grian in that regard, and even better at naturally getting him to fly. Ask him to fetch them something, small random dare, or just a 'love, I need to continue working, you okay with that?' and Grian will let go of their hand, shoot them a grateful look and take up to the sky.

On the other hand, when Grian does initiate hand holding, it's special. He's binding himself to the ground voluntarily, because he loves them so much. Both Mumbo and Scar know this. And while Mumbo will let Grian be subtle with his declaration of love, acknowledging it with a simple squeeze of hands, Scar will not. Not now, not ever. Twirling Grian around, kissing his hand, actually saying that he loves Grian too - all things he does, even during meetings. It's a whole thing they have now, and Grian knows to expect it. Everyone's gotten so used to it they don't even register it anymore. If Scar doesn't do that whole thing, there's one of two things going on - one of them feels terrible, or one of them is unconscious. (If Mumbo is suspecting Scar to feel down, but not quite sure, he'll ask Grian to take Scar's hand. Luckily, Scar hasn't caught on yet.)

Now, Mumbo... he's the most normal in that regard out of the three. Healthy amount, asking when not certain, and pretty chill about it. He likes holding hands with his boyfriends (even though thinking of them as such and actually calling them his boyfriends still flusters him), but he's not distraught like Scar when it's not happening. He doesn't have to be holding their hand constantly when they'te just chilling together, but doesn't mind it when Scar takes his hand out of habit. He actually thinks Scar is really cute for that; and though he won't tell him while sober, Scar just always taking his hand is what made him realize his feelings for him.

However.

There are two situations where Mumbo Killsalot Jumbo gets absolutely soft for hand holding.

First is when he's cuddling with someone. May that be sitting on a couch or actual bed, it just makes his heart flutter and his stomach do flips. It can be a bit difficult sometimes (lying in bed, for example), but he still appreciates it immensely.

The second is when dancing. And I don't mean club dancing, but slow dancing. Waltzing. He learned it because he thought it suited - no pun intended - his image, and actually grew to enjoy it. (And while it at times seems a bit stiff for someone like Grian, Grian can appreciate it as well.) Mumbo loves dancing with Grian or Scar - and is trying to figure out how the three of them can dance together - and interwinding his fingers with theirs, keeping them even more locked together.

Mumbo especially loves dancing with Scar, because it happens a bit rarely. Scar llves to dance, but his body doesn't always allow him too. Yes, he has his magical braces, but they take quite some energy from him, and only work perfectly on low-pain days. (Hence why Scar is so clumsy and trips over seemingly everything - Grian and Mumbo stopped making fun of him once they learned that the worse the pain is, the more difficult it is to control his braces. Now they just hold his hand and allow him to inconspicuously lean on them as much as he wants to.) And Scar doesn't want to constantly step on Mumbo's toes - even though Mumbo has made some steel-capped shoes and said it's fine - so they only get to Waltz together on Scar's really good days. And Mumbo loves it every time.

Geez, that got long.

Anyways. Hand holding, my beloved.

What do ya think?

anon i am completely floored by this ask. hooly shit this is AMAZING. ive had this sitting in my inbox for a couple days (low spoons+im just busy lmao) and now ive finally read it and HHOOLY SHIT!! to all of this: yes. yes i love this. and!!! Dancing!!!!! i might have mentioned this before but i had a HUGEEE waltz/ballroom dancing hyperfixation at the beginning of the year. I started writing a fic about it even, but i kinda got sidetracked lol. anyways YES. fuck yeah. this is epic. kudos to you anon omg.

#I HAVE BRAINROT OVER THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #HOLDING HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #where are the askers #gtws #grian #mumbo jumbo #hermitshipping #mumbo hermitcraft #gtws hermitcraft #grian hermitcraft #mumscarian