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(Pretty much) All my headcanons and symbolisms for my EmpiresSMP designs!
With some further detailling about some stuff under read more
Season 1
Pixl: Watchers are not some big bad evil Gods, but astral spirits watching over the worlds. As they See everything, they are often linked to the Vigil (as well as people given the gift of prophecy)
The life symbol was added after his alliance with Joey
Joel: A terracotta statue given life from the Mother Tree, he's flesh and bones (because magic), but him (and all the Mezalea habitants) returned to their statue form when Joel died of grief.
He does have other clothes to work in, but you're practically never going to see him in those.
Some other Mezalea headcanons
Jimmy: Most witches come from the swamp, and he's one of them. They specialize in potions and talismans.
Hair are important to codfolks, the act of brushing or braiding them are used in certain spells, thus why most codfolks don't have short hair.
His appearance is also more wild looking than before because of his slow transformation into a God.
The Cod Alliance gifted each other jewelries to remind and protect each others.
(Pixl and Joel's jewelries are under their clothes as necklaces)
Wizards vs Witches
Coldfolk culture and more
Some more codfolk thoughts
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After killing a certain amount of salmons, codfolks get a tattoo of dead salmons somewhere on their body.
Pearl: Similarly to Mythland, they see physical activities and fights as important (mostly for work but also protect themselves from ennemies).
I. don't have anything from Shrub I'm sorry I didn't watch her and I don't know her lore very well
Gem: Gem and fWhip grew up together to be wizards in the Crystal Cliffs, pressured to be perfect by their elders. Gem turned out to be naturally talented at magic, so everything rested on her shoulders.
She still keeps a lot of her strict education, but tries to make a change in the stressful wizard society.
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She has a ring to represent the WRA (and another for magic channeling), and lots of scars from magic experiments.
Hair and the Geminitays
Wizards vs Witches (again, but it's important for Gem and fWhip lore)
fWhip: As said in the posted linked above, fWhip failed the wizard exams (he doesn't have any magical powers) and ran away in the newly founded Grimlands. His ingenuousness made him Count of the Grimlands. The Grimlands do not do magic. They mix science, engineering and alchemy instead. Symbols similar to sigils (or those of alchemy) are often seen engraved in their creations.
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The deepslate corruption gave him wings, but they were not strong enough to fly so he has prosthetics to help him fly
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He's actually quite clumsy, and ended up with lots of scars, and a missing hand:
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Joey: (clearer design of his crown, made to ressemble the pharmacy snake thingie)
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He bleaches his own hair.
He bleeds gold, and his scars are golden as well from his over use of Totems of Undying
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Him being an avian allowed him a easy access to the Lost Empire. He wears the Ocelot print to look a bit more like its habitants.
Also his spit has healing properties.
Sausage: Mythland and Magic
Blood sheeps are sacred, but also feared, thus the fur to protect the citizens a bit from them.
Sausage lost his eyes when sparring with fWhip when younger. fWhip made him the eye prosthesis, and Gem enchanted it. May or may not have become corrupted in the whole Xornoth thing so they did another one for him.
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Scott: I surprisingly do not have much for him. His cape can turn into wings. He stopped being able to do that when his ice powers showed up because they froze.
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Very strict haircut, elves must be tidy and proper all the time.
Lizzie: She adapted rather well to her transformation, mostly changed her clothes for better swimming. Joel jokingly made her a bracelet to replace her now too small ring "in case she grows again", but she wears it seriously.
S2 Joel has very similar clothes to her because of faint memories.
Katherine: Yeah I fucked and forgot to color her inking, she was supposed to look like this (I noticed too late and never bothered to correct it)
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Katherine has this whole "I want to be friends with everyone" that I associate with lambs, thus her ears and hooves. She's a fae with some weird morals.
SEASON 2
I have wayyy less for season 2, especially for the empires themselves.
fWhip: Goblins are direct descendants from the Grimlands (and a few from Crystall Cliffs), that hid underground after the explosion. They kept digging and exploring the caves until they found a place to settle. The green skin, cat like paws and eyes are from them adapting to living in caves.
Food is very important to them, they eat several times a day, and often have banquets. They also kept the Grimlands technique of blacksmithing, but adapted it for gold.
Jimmy: Yeehaw he's a cowboy. Not much to say ngl, I do headcanon him as a werewolf depending on the day.
Tumble Town heard cows, but also creepers (where do you think they get that gunpowder from!!) (headcanon from @doodleshrimpsad). Also, cats are sacred there
Pixl: He's got some magical and futuristic technology making him able to see builds and events from the past.
Got some knees problems, thus the cane. It has sigils on it that he wrote himself based of books from old times (I'm thinking they're sigils from the Cod Empire and the Grimlands)
I desperatly need to think about more about Pixandria, and how tf David (or at least a newer version of it) arrived at the Ancient City.
Joel: Yeah he got top surgery and got a cool tattoo of laurels, but he also bleeds gold and his scars are golden. God don't bow to human rules anyway.
The braid come from a habit he can't doesn't remember getting. it feels important.
Lower Stratos got a lot of rituals, prayers and offering but I haven't figured those out exactly. Just know that I associate s2 Joel with Dionysus a lot so expect similar stuff /sweats/
False: I have literally no idea what's going in her empire, and even less in her lore. The hp name put me off so. Idk. Cool clocks. She got a prosthetic leg.
Sausage: I haven't gotten to his lore part of his videos so idk his backstory. But he does have a cape that ressemble parrot wings because jungle, animals yadda yadda
Scott: He was actually due a redesign that I haven't gotten to yet so.
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The outfit I've drawn him in that lineup is an everyday look, while the costume is for empires meeting or exploring.
Oli: Silly bard, his hat has faling strings that reminded me of floppy bunny ears and I thought it was cute. He bleaches his hair.
Got a lot of magic in his songs, people often stops by at his Kingdom just to hear sing and dance. They're a bit hypnotic and people seem to feel better afterwards.
Katherine: That's her monster hunter clothes. She still wants to keep it cute so pink skirt it is. That would be her normal clothes (it's like reverse magical girl, her poofy dress is her everyday dress)
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Shelby: I do not have much for her (again), but I can link my Wizard vs Witches post again because it has my headcanons of why witches have academies now.
After all the complicated spells, she likes to do simple fashion magic. Tying a knot or a bow is to seal a spell, so she uses them a lot to do some simple protection spells on her clothes.
Pirate Joe: He's wearing lots of stolen jewelries, some may be enchanted, some may be cursed. Who knows? Not him.
The gold earring come from that belief among pirates that having a golden earrings gives you a better eyesight ( it's from a acupuncture point, and for some, wearing gold in the proper pierced place would help your eyesight).
Katherine did that braid in his hair, and Joe (like cod folks and crystal cliffs habitants), believes that braiding someone's hair means they will fall in love with you.
Gem: I'll have to link back that link about Hair and Geminitays as it got everything I got for her. She sometimes fight with Katherine about hair and its importance. My start of headcanons kinda got crushed because she's linked to hc Gem so idk what to do with her or her kingdom anymore.
Lizzie: She's got her mask to hide her cat face, but her bow is actually a charm hiding her other cat features. The mask is just to be sure.
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twelves-writings · 1 year ago
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“You two are terrible parents.”
The words spilled from his mouth as the Fountain’s water had spilled at his ankles. It had pooled, puddled, and woven its magic into him. From his sandals to the top of his head, he had become a real boy! He was always “real,” of course. He was always able to see and hear and experience, and experience is the pinnacle of life. His parents had guaranteed that through their love for him. Which is why he was so surprised that the first words he had spoken were shaming them.
Hermes flew off without a word. They could barely fathom what they had just done. Terrible parents? In what multiverse?! They didn’t know where they were flying off to, only that they had to leave. They had to get their head straight. Terrible parents… They were already in Stratos, so Sanctuary was their only other option. Terrible parents… They were alive, with a beating heart and non-wooden joints and hair and fingers and toes and a mouth that moved, and that was all they had said.
Dad and Papá probably hate me now.
He landed on a tree on the outskirts of Sanctuary. He couldn’t bear to step inside the city, not after what he’d said. He would’ve had to look at all the grateful and thankful citizens of Sanctuary who had found refuge here under his father’s leadership, and he’d have to live with the knowledge of his hatred for him.
But he didn’t hate him!
Or… did he? If he’d said that to his fathers, he must have meant it, right? Hermes sighed, legs dangling off the jungle tree’s canopy. There were many times his fathers left him all by his lonesome. He recalled the days of sitting in his house in Stratos twiddling with leaves and chipping the glaze off terracotta, and the long hours of quietly watching Grandpapá Eddie smith armor and tools. He loved Grandpapá Eddie of course! He also loved the peoples of both his fathers’ kingdoms, but seeing the same people (and rabbits) do the same tasks and go through the same motions over and over and over again got boring. Fast. Hermes thought himself to have the best imagination of anyone in any empire, given how often he was completely and utterly alone. Dad was always building more of his great empire, or trading with his villagers, or pranking Uncle Jimmy for days at a time. And Papá was always building more of his empire, or welcoming new citizens from far-off lands, or fighting the evils of the world, or conversing with nature. 
It seemed like they never had time for their son. 
But, despite the frustration or upset feelings that came with being themself, Hermes was never mad at their dads. They loved walking through the streets of Sanctuary trying all the new foods and petting all the animals that came by. The feeling of flying between the floating islands of Stratos was unlike any other. They loved the people of each empire oh so much! They were both so unique in different ways, from their fashion to their trading styles to their food. Oh, the food was always so good! 
Hermes was a bit hungry at the moment. Hunger. That’s a new feeling. 
An old feeling was love. Not only did he love the empires and their people, but he also loved his family. Auntie Lizzie and her adventures, Uncle Jimmy and his cute secret toys, and all the other kings and queens and emperors and leaders of the other empires. He didn’t know them all that well, but he loved them too.
Because his dads loved them.
And Hermes loved his dads.
Any of the bad they had done didn’t mean all that much to him. And if it did? He’d talk to them about it later. But it didn’t matter right now. Right now what mattered is that Hermes loved his dads. Thunder Daddy Joel had taught Hermes how to fly, and how well gold looked with quartz, and how to build big houses for the people you love. Papá Sausage showed Hermes all the best food from back home, and how to speak and listen to Spanish, and the best way to chop each kind of wood. 
Papá protected them and saved them. Dad brought them to life. And both of their parents taught him love. 
Hermes was about to learn his first lesson of his living, breathing, talking life: how to say sorry. 
With a look down at Sanctuary, Hermes flew off into the sunset to apologize to his dads.
Little did Hermes know they were about to experience a new feeling: the feeling of being hugged by the people you care most about.
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rebootgrimm · 2 months ago
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You've Got a Friend In Me (1356 words) by RebootGrimm Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Empires SMP Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Saint Pearl | Santa Perla | La Madre de Girasoles (Empires SMP), Jimmy | Solidarity, Joel | SmallishBeans, NOT RPF - Character, Mythical Sausage mentioned, Fwhip mentioned, Codfather mentioned Additional Tags: No beta we die like Pearl at the end of season 1, Fluff, angst at the end if you squint, Canon Divergence Summary: Jimmy prays to whoever listens as a desperate attempt to get Joel to stop. It goes better than he thought it would.
Take 2 at uploading this shit to tumblr lmao. Gonna post the fic under the cut as well
It was a regular day in Santa Pearla’s afterlife. She was drinking some tea while sitting at her dining table. Suddenly, Pearl heard someone praying. This stood out to her because not only did she not recognise the voice, they weren’t even praying to her specifically. She decided to listen in, though. Pearl had always loved helping people, even before she became a Saint.
“Uhm.. hello anyone who might pay attention to this. My name’s Jimmy and I’m the Sheriff of Tumble Town. I kind of have an issue with the God on the server, Joel. He keeps calling me a toy because my Sheriff outfit looks like Woody. If you don’t know who that is, he’s a children’s movie character. He’s gotten all of the other rulers involved and I was hoping someone could help out. I’m not sure how to end a prayer since I’m not exactly religious so uhm thanks and bye?”
Pearl did not see that coming. Joel, the Demi-God who was being watched by the other Gods to see if he was fit to ascend? Joel, who used to be the Mezalian King and best friends with the Cod Father, who shares the same name as the Sheriff? Yeah, she was going to drag that man from Stratos herself and make him apologize. Also, Joel had gotten all of the rulers involved? Pearl was assuming that it included Sausage. The same Sausage that had ascended from Afterlife as an angel and was currently asleep in his room while experiencing life down on earth as a human? The same Sausage who was her best friend 1,000 years ago when they were both human? That Sausage? She was definitely going to make him apologize later. First things first, she had to deal with the root of the problem, Joel Beans.
Pearl sent a duck with a note tied to it telling the Sheriff that she was going to make Joel apologize and to wait outside his house. Not too long after, Santa Pearla arrived at Stratos. Joel turned around and saw her and waved. He then noticed she was upset.
“Pearl?” Joel started, “are you okay? You look a bit mad.”
A bit? A bit mad?! She was beyond pissed at this point! If looks could kill, Joel would be dead. Pearl grabbed Joel by the ear and started chewing him out.
“You are in SO MUCH TROUBLE. Why have you been going around bullying one of the rulers and calling him a toy?! And why have you gotten all of the other rulers involved?!”
Joel tried to squirm out of Pearl’s grasp, but couldn’t. He still tried to look cocky like he usually does, but he just ended up looking oddly awkward.
“Oh, you mean Woody? There’s no need to worry about it, Pearl! It’s all fun and games, a mutual joke between all of the rulers!” Joel was lying through his teeth and Pearl knew it. She took her hand off of his ear and instead grabbed his shoulder, using her other hand to grab Joel’s face so that way he had no choice but to look at her. “If it were a joke between friends, then why did Jimmy decide to pray to whoever would listen for help?!”
That did it, Joel officially looked terrified. He had been caught and he knew it. He tried again to get out of Pearl’s grasp but couldn’t. Pearl then grabbed Joel by the ear again and started flying towards Tumble Town. Joel had two choices by this point, start flying along or try to resist Pearl’s grasp and get his ear torn off. Obviously, Joel chose the first option and started flying along as well.
“Uhm, where are we going exactly?” Joel sounded nervous, but it made sense since him and his ear were under Pearl’s mercy. “To Tumble Town. You need to apologize.” The rest of the flight was silent.
After a flight that felt like hours, but probably was actually 20 minutes, the two deities arrived at Tumble Town. Jimmy was outside, holding the duck Pearl sent underneath his right arm. The duck looked happy and content. Jimmy on the other hand, his emotion couldn’t be considered just one. He looked nervous, excited, and scared all at the same time. Pearl landed and slightly shoved Joel towards Jimmy.
“Go on, apologize.” Pearl glared at Joel expectantly and Joel mumbled something that neither Pearl nor Jimmy could understand. “Repeat that, Joel?” Pearl talked with anger in her voice, her tone sounding sharp. “I-I’m sorry, Jimmy.” Joel said, reluctantly. He also sounded slightly terrified. Yet again, it made sense given the current circumstances. Jimmy looked at the duck, seemingly thinking. The duck looked back at Jimmy and the two just stared at each other for about a minute. Jimmy looked back at Joel and responded. “I appreciate the apology Joel, but I do not forgive you. You are the start of the toy themed disrespect towards me. I’ll be the first to admit I haven’t done the best job as Sheriff, but it doesn’t warrant anything you’ve done. Heck, you literally shrank me down to the size of a toy! Now, I’d like for you to leave. Now.”
Joel didn’t say anything. He just nodded and flew away. Jimmy promptly sat down, holding the duck in his lap. “Oh, Butter, what are we going to do now?” Pearl shapeshifted to a regular human height, somewhere in the 5’2-5’5 range, and sat down near Jimmy. “How’d you guess his name?” Pearl asked with a chuckle. This caused Jimmy to jump a little before responding, “I don’t know, he just looked like his name would be butter.” Jimmy did have a point, Butter was fully yellow except for his eyes and beak.
“So uh…” Jimmy started, “do I like, owe you anything?” Pearl waved that thought away with a few flicks of her hand while responding. “Nonsense! It was the least I could do. He was being watched as a potential God candidate anyways. Or, he should be anyway. With all that’s happened he either hasn’t been watched or he’s off the list.” Jimmy gasped in surprise as a response. “Really? He’s been going around telling everyone that he’s a God.” “Yeah, and it’s a lie. He’s just a demi-god with an ego the size of a mountain.” That comment made Jimmy chuckle. It wasn’t like Pearl was wrong, though. She wasn’t on the observation team, but she did help out once when one of the members got sick. From what she had seen, there was no way he should’ve been an option, and that was before Stratos ever existed.
“Is there anyone else you’d like me to get in check, or no? The second easiest to reel in would be Sausage due to him having a church for me, but I can handle anyone.” Pearl watched Jimmy think for a moment before he responded. “The ones that were always the worst to me were Joel and Sausage, so definitely him. Maybe Fwhip too? I’ll have to think about that one.” Pearl nodded, she reasonably knew that the Fwhip that Jimmy was talking about wasn’t the one she knew from the past, just like he wasn’t the Codfather. Still, the name of her old friend hurt inside. Nonetheless, she pushed those feelings down for when she was in her afterlife. Jimmy stood up again, with Butter back under one of his arms. He used the other to offer Santa Pearla some help up. “In the meantime, why don’t I show you around? Tumble Town may not be as showy as the other empires, but I’m really proud of it!” Jimmy had a very happy look on his face, Pearl compared it to how the Codfather looked when he was around his friends? She supposed that she was Jimmy’s friend now, huh? Well, who could say no to a face that happy? She allowed Jimmy to help her up and walked with him as he showed her around. Lecturing Sausage could wait, there was someone who needed a friend almost as badly as she did.
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siriannatan · 2 years ago
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Heroes of Empires City part 2
Part 1
About other characters - Spoiler warning
Jimmy - local Sheriff, Lizzie's younger brother - has water-control powers but never uses them, when using them gets fins but with how rarely he uses them there are no signs of it - very good at his job - almost instantly figured Scott is Major only knowing him for one night and just having met Major - hates heroes because of a certain incident that landed Lizzie in a wheelchair - has two cats, likes them better than most people - hates that Scott is Major because Scott is pretty cute
Lizzie - mayoral candidate, very popular - wins the election later - actually, a retired hero from before the government legalised heroes - Ocean Queen - married to Joel (Stratos) and knows full well he's a hero, - supportive of the hero business -someone has to take care of the villains and magical monsters and other things that are beyond the police, - worried about Jimmy's safety all the time even if he can fully take care of himself
Katherine - President of the Empire City Hero Association - probably not paid enough to deal with her heroes antics - might think Shubble's cut but she's a professional so it had nothing to do with her being hired - even Stratos is a bit scared of her, even if she has no powers - cares and worries for her heroes excessively in a violent manner - especially when telling them off
Pearl - Katherine's new assistant - actually, Sausage's adoptive younger sister, has similar powers but they're a lot weaker than his so she didn't pass the entry exam - mostly the physical test - happy to help the heroes in any way she can, usually by making sure Katherine doesn't die from overworking herself and by cutting her caffeine intake - might like Amethyst a bit more than she probably should which results in flowers sprouting in her hair whenever she's nearby - a bit conflicted about liking this office worker from the tower - Gem (only Katherine really knows all heroes' civilian identities for safety reasons) she only sees her when she's leaving the tower, which is a shame
Pixl - works as a nurse at the biggest hospital in the City - dated Sausage before finding out he's a hero, was at all not offended Soos kept that a secret - did not mind it when Sausage adopted - often finds himself working alongside Sanctuary because of the limitations of his power
Xornoth - Scott's older twin brother, glad to be born with no powers, had a good time watching Scott figure his out, especially the flying part - freelance, programmer, and guitarist in an indie band - a bit worried about Scott's safety even if it was he that encouraged him, - doesn't leave their apartment much outside of band stuff - Oli's band - shocked Scott by getting a boyfriend first
Joey - Xor's boyfriend and the reason why Scott met Jimmy, not directly but still, - bartender at that one Bar Oli's band frequently plays at - Smithy - used to have a big crush on Katherine, and many of the heroes - most notably Sanctuary
Oli - frontman, leader and vocalist of the band Xor's in, changes the name of the band at least twice a month - the band would have flopped ages ago without Xornoth, - very obviously flirts with Eddie whenever he got a chance to
False - the owner of a steampunk-themed coffee shop Jimmy always gets his coffee at - one of the establishments with 'Hero seating' - Shubble's roommate and good friend
Potential SPOILERS
Eddie - Sausage and Pearl's adoptive father - the owner of the Smithy - finds Oli's advances amusing but nothing more - outside his bar works for HA's Equipment Department - totally didn't cry when Sausage introduced Hermes to him - thinks Pix could do much better than Sausage
Hermes - Sausage's adopted son - his parents were killed by his psycho grandmother who could not accept their divorce - Jimmy kind of saved him from the woman and solved the whole case with Scott shadowing him - thinks Scott is Jimmy's guardian angel - Jimmy is the coolest, much to Joel's dismay - loves it when he's left with Pix or Eddie - always stares at Pear with wide eyes and never talks to her - once told Amethyst his auntie likes her - can read minds and no one believed him at first but when he told Amethyst his auntie likes him Pearl got convinced about it and convinced Sausage to get him tested for powers - likes sheriff more than the heroes
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apollo-the-story-teller · 2 years ago
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It goes against my lore ideas but!
I read a fic once about Pixl stumbling upon the ruins of E1 and getting possessed by ghosts... But like actually???? I say keep this where the Sausage’s are connected, Joel is the same person just add some godhood. “Joel! Joel! Joel! Oh I’m so happy to see you again” Joel is confused, the voice sounds somehow like both someone he lost long ago and Pixlriffs the local historian. He looks over from his build, Pixl seems to be asleep, fitful but unconsious but he’s surrounding by the ghost of Lizzie his wife. He could cry, he flies down to them picking up Pixl his wife keeps her hand within the historian’s. She cradles him with the other, he tries to not cry. “I’m so happy you’ve made it my love...” she whispers. “I’ve not much time, but the little explorer found the remains, anyone who died within the area we all ruled has chance to take him.” She flickers and Joel decides to fly them up to a bed, he lays Pixlriffs on his bed and speaks quietly with his wife once more. Jimmy had lived on, he’s not with them. Shrub made it out somewhere never returned to them. Joey was there but considered it rude and unnecasary for him to ever take over. Joel told her the outcome of Pixlriffs, the original and Gem and Fwhip. Joel had when searching for any survivors found 3 candles by the Vigil. One larger definetely set up by Pixl in his color floating North West, 2 smaller candles clearly meant for the vigil but set with the larger in the siblings colors pointing North. Joel told her that after seeing that he went South East. Pixl wakes up in an unknown location, which is not unusual but the fact that he’s in Joel’s house and Joel is just peacefully looking out the window is. He’ll blame the ghosts of the original Empires, but why Joel? He didn’t even live particularly close to the god. “How’d I end up here?” Joel seemed surpised. “Ah yes, I know one of the now inhabitants of your body. Quite silly of you, you could’ve ended up with some real malice in you.” Pixl was still curious about who Joel knew, he’d have to have known one of the ones to have died there. “Oh who’d you know? The Ocean Queen? The King of the Lost Empire? The Lord of Rivendell?” Joel looked sollem, he didn’t answer Pixlriffs. “You can rest up in here tonight and know you’re always welcome here in Stratos.” Pixl decides he will investigate further and never mention anything more to Joel. Joel didn’t believe he could have jinxed the damn place more, he lectured Pixl ‘You could have picked up some real evil.’ The guy had! Picked up Xoronoth on top of all the other chaotic people there. Joel wished he had more fellow powerful people, while Xornoth couldn’t do much with the limitation of Pixl and Scott he was real talkative. “Oh you again!? I thought you died with the rapture with your wife!” Joel elected to ignore any shocked gasps. “Did you know we can access the puppet’s memories? All of the names line up, Pixlriffs is the old Copper King and proffet, Jimmy is the old Cod King, Lizzie is the old Ocean Queen, the list goes on. How’d you the end King of Mezalia end up here? Ascending to godhood sure I understand but ending up with these people so clearly copies or descendants of the past?” Joel wished he could vanquish Xornoth right then and there, but he’d have to murder Pixl to do that. The ghost possessing Pixl suddenly dissapated, Joel caught him before Scott could finish forming. “Sorry there Joel, we’re working our best at him. We’re thinking we can get Xornoth from appearing but you may want to keep an eye on him just in case.” Scott disapeared to, leaving Pixl alone for now. Telling the others wasn’t miserable, they agreed with Scott of Old. They asked many questions and Joel answered to the best his knowledge. “I had fought to become a god to live on with my wife for the rest of our lives, she survived the intial shock, losing all her memories in the process. She died soon after however, wandered into the wrong place. Jimmy escaped feeling ashamed, he wasn’t blamed for it, Fwhip he and his sister Gem escaped North on a dragon, never to be seen again, Shrub left to find her people if she could, Katherine turned up dead but a similar case to Jimmy, Pixlriffs had headed North West, Scott died with Xornoth to defeat him, (so on so forth). Explaining to Pixl once he woke up again in his room was another. He figured Pixl would be devasted, and granted he looked scared, sad, and lost. But he took it like a champ, he accepted he needed  to be with someone until they figured out the issue. He elected to stay with Joel because the god could handle Xornoth the best until they had more information. He also had quickly reccomended tying him down somewhere when sleeping so he couldn’t be used while sleeping. Joel wished the human didn’t have to deal with such a problem but he was happy he was working with it well. Thank you for reading :)
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choco-bloop · 2 years ago
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Part 1 of this
The first thing Gem was worried about was the Hermits and the Empires. After being slammed into the wall by Empires False, she had remained there for a while, hearing the two of them go at each other. 
Eventually she realised that if Empires False won then she would be in trouble, either being used as a hostage against Hermit False or straight up killed. 
Yes she could’ve used her Celestial God powers but that was solely for emergencies. She hoped that Hermit False could deal with the situation alone. 
And so she flew back to Dawn, and slept, dreaming of Hermitcraft. She was too lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear her communicator ring. 
She woke up in Hermitcraft with a jolt. A quick change before she flew off towards Grian’s base, hoping that neither of the two groups of players were going to harm each other.
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“What was that?” 
“Don’t ask us!” 
“You’ve been with that False since you started, you should know!” 
“She said she didn’t remember anything. What were we supposed to do?”
“Maybe keep an eye on her?” Well. things definitely weren’t going well between the two groups. They all seemed to be fighting over whatever happened on the bridge. 
“You act like your False is in the good, for all we know she could be the cause of all of this!” 
“Guys! Cut it out!” She shouted at the two groups, hoping to snap them out of the fighting. All the heads turned towards her. 
“Gem!” Sausage was the first to react, running over to her and giving her a bear hug.
“We all thought that you didn’t make it,” Scott added after walking over. 
“What do you mean by that?” She asked after Sausage released her from his hug.
“The rift closed,” Grian mumbled, looking down. Gem finally took the time to scan the room - all the hermits that had gone to the Empires server and rulers were there except both Falses.
But if the rift was closed, that meant that the two of them were trapped on Empires. Together. 
“Gem, whatever it is. Do not let the False from Cogsmead see me. I’m positive she already knows that I’m here but her memories should still be vague so I’m safe. But if she sees me then…” Gem recalled what False had told her. 
False quietened down into a mumble, where her words were blown away by the breeze. 
“Is there any way we can open the rift?” She asked Grian. 
“I’m going to try asking Grumbot,” Grian replied as he walked up to the large machinery, placing a piece of paper inside a barrel.
“Will it still work if the Grumbot on Empires is destroyed?” Pix pointed out.
“What do you mean by that?” 
“We may or may not have sent a missile at Grumbot during the chaos,” Fwhip admitted, causing Grian to turn around and glare at him.
Gem noted how he was now a human, the rift definitely had a lot of tricks up its sleeve.
“Listen! We didn’t know what he could do to us once you all left so we decided to take it safe and destroy him!” He defended himself. Before anyone else could say something else, Grumbot beeped as a piece of paper was dispensed. 
“Possible. But the rift is too unstable to travel through back to Empires for now,” Grian read out the note. 
“Unstable? What does he mean by that?” Joel asked as Grian put in another note. 
“Does it mean that we are trapped here on Hermitcraft?” 
“What about all our empires?” 
“Energy levels dangerous. May cause anyone who enters the rift to get trapped in the rift.” Everyone looked at Grian in confusion.
“I don’t know what Grumbot is referring to but I guess you all will have to stay here until we find a way to safely travel through the rift.” 
Gem looked around. Most of the rulers were talking to the hermits, trying to get elytras to fly out of the hole. Impulse was throwing out diamond blocks for the rulers - most likely to get them started in the shopping district. 
“Gem!” Pearl ran over, hugging her.
“You’re back in your normal outfit again,” She commented.
“Yep, still am confused on why my outfit changed but I’m not going to question the rift… or anything that Grian builds,” Pearl giggled. By then Impulse had finished giving out his diamond blocks and had come over to chat with both of them.
“So are you still the princess of Dawn here or are you my lovely elf neighbour?” He teased.
“The princess of Dawn of course,” Gem joked, doing a twirl, “Just joking, I’m currently your elf neighbour,” 
“So how did ya get back here? None of us saw you after… other False shoved you into the hill,” 
“It’s rather complicated so I won’t spare you the details but I can somewhat hop between worlds? It depends,” She glossed over most of the details. Now was not the time to be explaining to the rest of the soup group the specifics of her dimension travel. Not when False was still stuck on Empires (and her current condition unknown).
They continued to chat for a while about their escapades on Empires before Gem decided to ask them for a favour. 
“Hey you guys,” She lowered her voice down to a whisper before anyone else heard what she was going to say.
Impulse and Pearl nodded, wondering what she was going to say. 
“I’m going to go back to Empires and check up on our False. She told me a while before that she and the False from Cogsmead shouldn’t meet but we all know that happened at Fort Riff-less.” She explained. 
“We’ll cover for you Gem, don’t worry about it,” Impulse gave her a reassuring grin as Pearl slung her arm around her shoulder. 
Making sure no one was watching her, Gem ignited her rockets, flying up and back towards her bed. She ran towards her bed, more worried about False’s fate on the Empires’ server. Yes. It was daytime but that didn’t prevent her from hopping worlds - all she needed was her bed.
‘Think about Dawn. About the other empires, about the sun religion,’ She repeated the thoughts in her head. Her vision soon blurred as she felt herself get pulled into another world. 
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The first thing Gem did when she woke up again was to check her surroundings - yep, she was back in the Empires server in her own base. She opened her communicator and opened the player list:
Online : 3 
FalseSymmetry
FalseSymmetry_
GeminiTay
It seemed like neither of the two had realised that she was back on the server. Were they still fighting or were both in the process of respawning? 
She waited for a minute. No messages signifying their respawn. So she flew off to Hermitopia.
“False? Are you there?” She called out into the clump of farms. Light trickled through the hole in the massive building created by the missile Fwhip and Pix had created to destroy Grumbot.
“Faaaaaaalse,” She called again. No reply. 
There was no way Empires False had taken Hermit False captive right? 
Thankfully a soft gasp followed by the sound of rapid footsteps told Gem otherwise. Was False at the storage system?
Gem peaked inside some of the chests that were littered on the first floor; some were missing a few items here and there - False must have taken them when she respawned. 
“False!” She called again, flying up to the storage area. A blonde blur ran behind the chests, trying to hide from her. 
“False, I know you are there. I saw you run behind the chests just now,” 
“How do you know my name?” A voice spoke.
“We’re both from Hermitcraft False. We’ve known each other for the past two years,” She explained, “We based together during the eighth season of it in the swamp with Stress.”
Gem was not expecting the answer that came out of False’s mouth.
“What’s Hermitcraft?”
Next Part ->
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myster-tea · 2 years ago
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THE BOI!!!!!
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THATS A LOT OF TAGS ⬇️
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Text for first slide because it’s very bad quality:
*knock knock*
Hermes: Delivery!
Jimmy: Eh- Sausage’s kid?
Jimmy: (to himself) now why would I get a delive- (to Hermes) HEY! You can’t just walk into someone’s house!
Jimmy: How did you even get here without your dad’s help?
(And then it’s the next page)
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I made this as a little headcanon for why Hermes’ dads drop him off to each other’s house
Hermes’ origin isn’t really known, like if he was actually made by Joel or if he was just some lone demigod that saw the collapse of some type of empire and searched for somewhere to stay (I’m just saying, if Joel making Hermes isn’t canon they could totally do that with them). I also went with the headcanon that Hermes does in fact have wings but they’re a bit hurt so he can’t fly with them yet.
Basically what I thought was when Joel (going with the origin that Joel made Hermes), the wings weren’t made correctly so it needed extra time to heal before Hermes was able to fly. If I were going to do the second possible origin, it would simply be that Hermes wings got hurt while evacuating the empire.
(Also, yes, the delivery for Jimmy is a bunch of you sheriffs)
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tsukana · 3 years ago
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so in a small group chat far far away, @0-salty-potato-0 said “manifesting jimmy slowly freezing b/c of scott... jimmy is a fish, they’re used to it” and sparked this:
Jimmy doesn’t even realize what’s happening, what’s gone wrong.
all he knows is that he feels chillier, and increasingly begins to layer up - not that others pay too much attention. after all, the scarf was a gift from Sausage (more attempts at reconciliation and friendship), the coat a gift from Katherine, the gloves a gift from Pixlriffs; of course he’d be wearing his allies gifts!
soon tho, Jimmy is nearly constantly bedridden, trapped within his own empire at the fault of his own failing self. unable to fly lest he need to worry about just falling out of the sky like a rock (like a fish out of water some would joke, if in poor taste at the seriousness of the matter)
as Jimmy’s approaches his final days, Scott’s holed himself back up in Rivendell, self-hating and unconsolable as he knows that he’s the cause of what’s happened
Joel and Lizzie are visiting Jimmy - seablings; and closest allies, best friends, brothers even
and Lizzie, (lizzie who is queen of the ocean, too vast to freeze over like rivers and lakes. lizzie who has lived far longer than most other rulers of the empires, lizzie who knows something is wrong), Lizzie realizes, is maybe the only one who would realize, other than those who have already been told by Scott the truth of what is happening with his powers
this is her brother, of the ocean and of the water and she can practically feel the way Jimmy must have, as the rivers and waters of his land froze over like the veins carrying the blood through his body
and she can feel the way the ice must have formed, as if a glacier were to form in her ocean and slowly make its way across, leaving ice, shattered, in its wake
she flies to Rivendell.
she ignores Gem and Katherine outside of Scott’s home with Fwhip, calling through his door to ask why Scott has sequestered himself away, why isn’t he visiting g Jimmy while he still has the chance.
‘it’s ok’, gem says, ‘i’ll be there to make sure your powers don’t go out of control, i’ll be there to help’
(lizzie notes this in some part of her brain. she knew, a whisper says quietly, she knew and still did nothing to stop the king of Rivendell from harming your brother)
she ignores them all as she tears the door open, Joel falling closely behind, ready for violence if she deems so, and she grabs the elven king by his collar tearing him from his moping, self-centred and sat upon his throne and pulls him down to stare him in the eyes as she lets out a breath through gritted teeth.
“You.” the Ocean Queen hisses, the power of her empire laced in her words, “How dare you sit here, as if the rivers of the Cod Empire are not freezing over, as if the blood in my brother’s veins have not stripped the life from him because of you. Did you think I wouldn’t know? That I couldn’t tell that magic of ice has not interfered with him? Mark my words King Scott, if Jimmy dies, nothing will stop me from ensuring Rivendell will one day fall to the ocean.”
final notes: is this dramatic and potentially ooc for lizzie? possibly and probably because I haven’t actually kept up with hers past a few episodes. but i do love the seablings and how scott has played his character recently as (imo) extremely conscious of his powers and if it affects his friends/allies/ppl he cares about/jimmy, it would severely affect him.
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rarepairs…. maybe fwhimmy angst with a happy ending about the aftermath of empires…… i haven’t stopped thinking about them
More fwhimmy!! Love these guys! Comin’ right up! To do what I had in mind, I completely threw out the canon endings for this, I hope it came out okay! (Their relationship is pre-established in this one)
Tws: mentions and implied dead fish, mentions of death, crying, screaming, self blame, running away, (let me know if I missed one!)
Through It All, I Still Have You (so don’t leave me)
Jimmy was crying. The other rulers watched as he blabbered something about an explosion and the Codfather head and Fwhip. They also caught the words ‘salmon’ and ‘cod’, but other than that it was just stutters.
“H-he’s dead!” he wailed.
Now that got their attention. Several people started talking at once, but it all went right over Jimmy’s head, and he just kept crying. Scott came over and patted his back.
“I’m sorry, Jimmy,” he muttered. “I know how much he meant to you.”
Then, rusting came from his right. They all turned to see Gem leading Fwhip through the forest. The Count had seen better days, that’s for sure. His clothes were torn, his goggles were cracked, and he had a terrible limp and was using his sword as a substitute cane.
“Fwhip!” Jimmy and Sausage cried at the same time.
The cod beat the Mythlander to him, though, and practically tackled him to the ground. Jimmy kissed him all over his face, half laughing half sobbing.
“I thought you were dead!” Jimmy exclaimed.
Fwhip laughed. “It’ll take more than that to get rid of me, Jim.”
Sausage joined the pile, smiling wide as if he also hadn’t just been crying. “I knew Jimmy was lying! There’s no way you would’ve just been dead like that!”
Joey was the one to kill the good mood. “Yeah yeah, this is really sweet and all, but what about my kingdom?! It’s still gone!”
“Wait,” Scott said, drawing all the attention to himself. “If Joey’s empire is gone from the explosion… what about the rest of us…?”
There was a moment of silence before all hell broke loose. Scott excused himself and flew off before everyone else did the same. Then, it was just Jimmy, Fwhip, and Gem.
Fwhip pushed her away. “Go check on your kingdom,” he said. “I’ll be fine.”
She hesitated. “Are you sure? What if your get even more hurt?”
He smiled and pushed her again. “Jimmy’ll help me, don’t worry. Go make sure it’s all okay.”
“If you’re sure,” she sighed. Then, she spread her wings and flew off, heading to the Crystal Cliffs.
Jimmy was fidgeting nervously. “C-can we go check on my kingdom?” he asked quietly.
Fwhip nodded. “Of course! Lead the way, Jimmy!”
They marched through the forest, not flying only because Fwhip couldn’t. It took a minute, but the swamp soon came into view. But it felt wrong. As they got closer, Jimmy found out why.
All the water was gone. No puddles, no mud patches, no ocean. It was as dry as Pixandrea.
Fwhip’s jaw dropped as Jimmy clenched his to hold back tears. The smell of dead fish tainted the air and made his eyes water. All his smile puddles were empty, and the cod that once lived there were suffocated. The Great Wall of Cod had shattered and the fish were gone, along with the water.
“No.” His voice was so quiet, Fwhip almost didn’t hear it. His boyfriend rubbed his back, looking around the area with a haunted look.
“I’m sorry, Jimmy,” he muttered. “I’m so sorry.”
The cod fell to his knees, voice caught in his throat. He wanted to let him know it wasn’t his fault, that if anything it was his own stupid desires to blame, but he couldn’t even make a sound.
“It’s gone. It’s all gone…” His voice was shaky and choked once he found it. “Everything…”
Then, after a beat of silence, he doubled over and screamed. He screamed and screamed until his throat was raw and then screamed some more. He screamed as Fwhip held him, he screamed as Joel came flying in looking panicked, he screamed as was hauled into his house where Norman was quick to comfort him.
Fwhip held him through it all. He never let him go, wether he held his hand, kissed him, or just had his arms wrapped around him. Joel left after a while, muttering something about Lizzie and taking off, so it was just them and the cat.
There was a moment of mildly uncomfortable silence before Fwhip broke it. “I know you’ll tell me to never blame myself… but I will. Because it was my love for you that caused this. Seeing you so upset over the Codfather Head made me act on impulse and I didn’t think it through. Now everything you love and everyone else loves is gone, including whole kingdoms. I’m sorry, Jimmy. I’m sorry a thousand times over and then some. If you want to leave me… I’d understand.
A large smack echoed through the room. Fwhip rubbed the back of his head and looked at Jimmy, who was sitting there with tears in his eyes and a trembling lip. “Don’t you dare talk like that,” he rasped, voice still raw and scratchy. “I love you so much, and this was not your fault in the slightest. I’ll love you forever and I want you at my side always. If you leave me… I don’t know what I’ll do.”
The unspoken “too” hung heavy between them. Don’t leave me too, I love you too, and I blame me too, all went unspoken, but they were there. Fwhip felt his own eyes water as he launched himself at the cod.
“I’m sorry, Jimmy,” he gasped, voice shaky with emotion. “Please don’t leave me.”
Jimmy hugged back. “I won’t. Not in a thousand years. I’ll love you to the bottom of the ocean and then back.”
They stayed together, locked in each others’ arms until the sun set. Norman eventually left, but they still didn’t move. They cried and whispered sweet nothing in attempt to comfort each other. The sun was gone, replaced by the moon, and then they finally pulled away from each other.
Only to connect again through their lips. Fwhip put his hands on Jimmy’s cheeks and kissed him with all the passion he could muster, the other returning the gesture. Being a cod hybrid, Jimmy could hold his breath for hours, but Fwhip could not. But they threw that to the wind, only carrying about the other right now. Fwhip felt like he was drowning in Jimmy’s love. He couldn’t breathe, but he loved it. Their lips were locked and so were their souls.
But they did have to eventually part, to both their dismays. Fwhip was left gasping for air when he pulled away, but he wasn’t going to complain. Jimmy just looked flushed and it made something in Fwhip’s chest flutter.
“Let’s run away together,” Jimmy blurted. But the words were out, so he kept going. “You and me. We’ll find a new place to live, build a new kingdom if it comes to that—maybe even join someone else’s? Years down the line, we’ll go looking for all our friends, but for now just run away with me.”
Fwhip looked int Jimmy’s eyes, counting every sparkle and twinkle in them. He found himself loving the idea, of just the two of them living together in the woods with nothing but a crop field and a cottage.
He nodded.
“Please.”
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MY DEAR WIFE. I DESIRE A SEQUEL TO THE JIMMY EMPIRE FIC. I MADE THIS TUMBLR ACCOUNT TO MAKE MY DEMANDS. NOW GO BE FREE. WRITE YOU FANTASTIC FANFIC WRITER YOU. -BEST SPOUSE, PURP <3
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this was a popular request LMAO :D
here’s the first part
The ringing of her communicator wakes Lizzie up late in the night. Blinking herself awake, she quickly answers it, speaking quietly so as to not awaken her sleeping fiance next to her. “Hello?”
“Lizzie, it’s Pixl,” comes the familiar British voice. “I’m so sorry to wake you.”
“It’s okay,” Lizzie says. “Is something wrong?”
“Something’s happened with Jimmy.”
Lizzie’s heart skips a beat. “Is he okay?”
“I’ll explain everything later but I could really use your help right now. Are you able to come to the Cod Empire?”
Momentarily forgetting that Pixl can’t see her, Lizzie nods. “Of course, I’ll come over right away.”
“Thanks so much, Lizzie,” says Pixl gratefully. “See you soon.”
“See you.”
Lizzie puts down her communicator and gets out of bed. Just as she’s finished changing, her fiance stirs in his bed and murmurs, “What’s going on? Who was that?”
“Pixl,” replies Lizzie softly, secretly glad he’s awake; she wouldn’t have woken him first. “Something’s happened to Jimmy, and Pixl needs me. You okay to come over to the Cod Empire with me?”
Joel sits up in his bed, immediately more awake. “Of course, of course. Let me get dressed.”
The two fly straight over to the Cod Empire and land outside Jimmy’s house. Pixl answers the door on the first knock. “Queen Lizzie, thank you for coming,” he says gratefully. “And King Joel.”
He leads them inside. Lizzie and Joel both gasp simultaneously as they spot Jimmy lying on the bed.
Joel freezes but Lizzie dashes to his side and grasps his hand, staring down in horror at the bruises covering Jimmy’s face. “Oh my goodness! What happened to him?! Is he okay?!”
Pixl joins her on Jimmy’s other side. “He’s recovering,” he responds grimly. “You know the demon Xornoth that’s shown their face around the server lately?”
“Heard of them.”
“fWhip and Sausage seem to be around the epicentre of the whole thing. They captured Jimmy, kept him in a cell for a whole day, beat him several times, then tried to sacrifice him to Xornoth. Scott and I managed to save him but he almost died from his injuries before Scott was able to heal him somewhat with magic.”
Lizzie gazes down at Jimmy with a worried expression, gently touching his face. He stirs slightly under her touch.
After a moment, she speaks again, her tone low and dangerous. “fWhip and Sausage, you said?”
Pixl nods. “Yeah. Scott and I chased them off but I’m a little worried about them returning to finish the job. That’s why I asked you over; I could do with some help protecting him. If that’s okay.”
“Of course it’s okay.” Lizzie retracts her hand and presses her fist into her palm. “Hell, if either of them show their faces around here, I’ll rip them apart with my bare hands.”
Now Joel moves closer to the bed, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Poor Jimmy… I can’t imagine how terrified he must’ve been.”
As Pixl opens his mouth to respond, another knock at the door sounds. The three frown at each other, trying to work out who could possibly be at the door.
After a moment, Pixl heads back over to the door and answers it. His gaze darkens when he sees who’s standing there. “You’re not welcome here.”
Lizzie stiffens as she hears MythicalSausage’s voice: “I just wanted to ask how Jimmy is. And to… apologise.”
“Apologise?!” Lizzie bursts out.
Joel draws Pixl out of the way as Lizzie storms to the door and shoves Sausage backwards. “You TORTURED my friend and you think you can just walk over here and APOLOGISE?!”
Sausage scrambles back as a furious Lizzie bears down on him. “I had nothing to do with hurting him! That was all fWhip!”
“YOU THINK THAT MAKES IT BETTER?!” Lizzie bellows.
She flings out her arms and manipulates the ocean water into grabbing hold of Sausage and bringing him closer to her. “ACK!” Sausage chokes, struggling uselessly. “LIZZIE!”
“I’m going to kill you, Sausage,” growls Lizzie. “Would you rather be flung high into the air and fall to your death or drowned in salty ocean water?”
“N-Neither!”
A dark smile appears on Lizzie’s face. “Too bad. I’ve decided I’m gonna drown you.”
She lifts the water higher. His scream is abruptly cut off as the water envelopes his head, stopping him from breathing. She watches with satisfaction as his air slowly runs out.
But then Pixl’s voice comes from behind her: “Lizzie, he’s calling for you. He needs you.”
Lizzie pauses, weighing up her options. Eventually, she releases Sausage onto the dock, taking grim pleasure in the way he splutters and coughs up water. “You’re lucky this time, Sausage,” she says. She kneels down beside him and pushes her face close to Sausage’s with a menacing glare. “But if you ever, and I mean EVER, come near Jimmy again, you’re gonna wish you were never born. Do I make myself clear?”
“Y-Y-Yes!” gasps Sausage.
Lizzie steps back and lets Sausage flee, before rushing back inside and back to Jimmy’s side. Her ally is stirring, his eyelids fluttering. “L-Lizz...ie…”
“I’m here,” whispers Lizzie softly, holding his hand against her cheek to reassure him of her presence. “I’m here, Jimmy. Are you okay?”
Jimmy coughs weakly. “M-My wrists hurt.”
Frowning, Lizzie pushes down Jimmy’s sleeve, revealing the thick red marks. “Wh-What is this?!” she gasps. “Pixl?”
“It’s…” Pixl hesitates, knowing what his next words will likely cause. “They’re burn marks. He had his hands tied behind his back for most of the day in that cell.”
Joel glances sharply at his fiancee. “Uh oh.”
Thunder sounds overhead as dark clouds rapidly slide across the sky. Lizzie’s expression remains steady, but lightning flashes in her eyes. “I’ll be right back, Jimmy,” she says, her voice as steady as her expression. But it’s just an act for Jimmy’s benefit and both Pixl and Joel know it.
Neither Pixl nor Joel stop her as she storms out of the hut and takes off flying towards the Grimlands. She lands atop the outer wall, rain starting to fall from the sky.
“FWHIP!” she bellows, her voice rolling through the clouds and echoing across the land.
Seconds later, the count himself appears atop his tower, within audible distance despite the increasingly loud thunder overhead. “Queen Lizzie!” He spreads his arms wide. “How may I help you?”
A bolt of lightning strikes the very top of fWhip’s tower.
“Aha, what have I done to invoke the wrath of the Ocean Queen?” fWhip laughs.
Instead of replying verbally, Lizzie lifts her arms and summons a giant wave of water from the river, sending it crashing down like a tsunami over the Grimlands.
“NO!” fWhip yells. “My villagers! You’re gonna drown my villagers!”
“MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE YOU TORTURED JIMMY AND TRIED TO MURDER HIM!” roars Lizzie.
fWhip stares at her for a moment as he finally remembers that Lizzie is one of Jimmy’s closest allies. “...oh…”
Shaking himself into action, fWhip dives down into his flooded village. Lizzie watches him, taking grim satisfaction in watching him flounder around in desperation. She doesn’t even realise how close he is to death until-
fWhip drowned
Lizzie quickly dissipates the flood and jumps down to look for fWhip’s items. As she’s starting to pick them up, fWhip reappears, so she retreats back to a safe distance.
“I’ll get my revenge for this, Ocean Queen,” growls fWhip. “I will not take the attempted murder of my villagers lying down.”
“I don’t give a crap,” Lizzie snaps back. “Don’t you dare think about going near Jimmy ever again, because if you do, I can promise you I will wipe your goddamn empire off the face of the world and I will NOT regret doing it.”
fWhip narrows his eyes. “You’re messing with the wrong empire. I too have the power to wipe an empire out of existence.”
“I live in the ocean. The bulk of my empire is underwater now. Your TNT will make a scratch at most.”
fWhip’s mouth opens, then closes again. After a moment, he looks away. “Fine.”
Lizzie raises an eyebrow. “Really? You’re backing down that easily?”
“I’m being smart. You’ve no idea what’s coming, Lizzie. I do. I need to prepare. I can’t afford to be dragged into another war right now.”
As fWhip turns, he finds Lizzie extremely close to him. She grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him close so that their faces are inches apart. “Then don’t start one,” she snarls. “Stay away from my allies.”
She shoves fWhip away and takes off again, flying back to the swamp. Part of her feels bad at the attack on fWhip’s innocent villagers but she pushes it aside. fWhip tortured Jimmy and was perfectly willing to slaughter him when he was tied up and defenceless.
Lizzie has no sympathy or mercy for a person like that.
When she gets back, Joel meets her at the door. “Lizzie, you’re back!” he gasps. “I saw the death message in chat.”
“Yes. fWhip needed to be told that I won’t tolerate him hurting my Jimmy.” Her gaze flickers from Joel to Pixl and back again. “Or any of you.”
Joel gazes at her with almost visible hearts in his eyes. “I love you so much, Lizzie.”
Lizzie can’t help a chuckle. “I love you too.”
“Guys, guys, come quick!” Pixl calls suddenly. “Guys!”
The two quickly rush to Jimmy’s beside but stop dead simultaneously when they see what Pixl is so panicked about.
A mark has appeared on Jimmy’s neck. It looks like some kind of rune, but what’s worrying about it is the fact that it’s glowing red.
“What is this?” Lizzie gasps. “What’s happening?”
“I don’t know! It just appeared!”
After a few seconds, the glowing dies down, leaving only the clear black mark.
“This has got to be something to do with the demon,” says Pixl shakily. “I don’t know what or how or why, but somehow, fWhip and Sausage’s attempted sacrifice of Jimmy must’ve caused this.”
“But what can we do about it?” Joel asks. “What can we do to help?”
Pixl has no answer to this.
Nobody does.
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an icarus and his sun: chapter 8
A/N: hello i have returned!! this chapter was weirdly difficult for me to write, but from here on out i think the writing will go much smoother! but unfortunately i do have classes to be worrying about soon, so who knows how much time i will have to write. but still!! very excited about this fic and how you guys will react to upcoming events >:) (plus i added some implied nature wives (katherine and shelby) to this bit so this fic is basically turning into me making empires smp gayer) also check out this stunning art of chapter 5 by @artanogon! and if you wanna make art of this fic, you absolutely can, just be sure to tag me so i can see it!
Warnings: depression of the heartbreak variety, past violence
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Jimmy was trying his hardest to not be mopey as he helped Katherine with rebuilding. He knew that he had promised that he would help her- but his own confusing feelings about Scott, his lack of building know-how, and the dejected look Katherine had as she looked at the slight crater where her castle used to be had Jimmy feeling far out of his league. But he put on a brave face- he needed the distraction, after all.
They began with filling in the crater, mostly silent as they moved dirt over with their shovels. Then once the ground was level, they could begin with setting up the framework of the castle. They spoke more to each other then- but it was mostly Katherine telling Jimmy where to put the support beams. Jimmy wanted to say something, anything to break the tension and melancholy air- but he couldn’t think of a single thing to say to Katherine that didn’t lead back to the tragedies they had experienced. Jimmy wished that Joel or Lizzie were there- but they were off gathering more materials for Katherine’s castle, and probably wouldn’t return until nightfall. So until then, it was just Jimmy and Katherine, silently stewing in their respective sadnesses.
Luckily- or maybe unluckily- someone much more chipper than either of them came along. Jimmy almost didn’t recognize her at first- but quickly realized that the figure approaching them was the mushroom gnome queen, Shrub. Or Shelby-she had said they could call her that too. She was dressed far more casually than she had been at the ball, a polka-dotted red kerchief tied over her head, brown overalls over a green shirt, and red boots with white polka dots. She had a bag slung over her shoulder, and Jimmy could see the tops of mushrooms peeking out of it.
“Um- hello! I- I wanted to offer some gifts from the Undergrove, maybe they could help with rebuilding! Or they could just look pretty- or just be a peace offering- or a gift of sympathy for what happened,” Shelby rambled, seeming just as skittish as she had at the ball, but was less afraid and more excited. Katherine set down the beam she was holding, and gave Shelby a small smile.
“The gift is much appreciated, thank you. It was nice of you to stop by- I apologize for the appearance of the Overgrown. Usually it’s prettier here,” Katherine said, looking over her lands for a brief moment before focusing back on Shelby.
“Oh! Well, what I saw of it at the ball, your empire is lovely! I’m sure it will be back to its former glory soon… if you’d like, I can help! I’m good with plants and I’m not a bad builder!” Shelby offered with an encouraging smile. Katherine practically glowed at the praise of her empire, and smiled back.
“I’d love to have your help- it’s just been me and Jimmy working all day, and most of our time was spent filling in the crater. Some extra hands would definitely help things go faster,” Katherine replied, gesturing at the land around her. Shelby beamed back at her, setting down her bag of mushrooms.
“Then I’m more than happy to help! We gnomes are small but mighty, just tell me where to lug these beams around and I’ll do it!” she chirped. Katherine blinked in slight surprise at her eagerness, but looked over to the stack of beams beside them.
“Well, there is one that needs to go across those two over here for the entrance. If you’re as strong as you say, then maybe you can help Jimmy with getting it up there- I’ll set some scaffolding up so you guys can reach it,” Katherine explained, going over to where two beams were upright and doing just that. Jimmy watched her set up the scaffolding for a moment, until he felt a pair of eyes on him. He turned and looked down to Shelby, who quickly looked away once she realized she had been caught staring.
“Is everything okay? You seem jumpy,” he asked, brows furrowed in confusion. Shelby chuckled nervously.
“Oh. Well- you see, gnomes can’t swim. And I’m kind of afraid of the water and water related things because of it. But you and the ocean lady seem like really nice people! So… sorry for being jumpy. It’s a habit,” she admitted sheepishly. Jimmy let out a good-natured laugh.
“I mean you’re right to be spooked by Lizzie, she can be scary when she wants to be- but most of the time she’s very nice! And trust me, there is not a single threatening thing about me,” Jimmy said, tone turning a bit rueful at the end of his statement. Shelby frowned.
“The guy with the goggles and his friend sure seemed to think otherwise, why else would they bother you like that?” she asked. Jimmy blinked in surprise at that.
“You… you think Fwhip and Sausage are afraid of me?” he asked in disbelief.
“Well… not afraid, but definitely threatened. I’ve seen it before, back where I came from. You’re someone who won’t bow to people easily, and people like them don’t like that,” Shelby explained with a shrug. Jimmy considered this for a moment.
“Huh. I guess… I never saw it like that before,” Jimmy said, a small smile coming to his face.
Their conversation was ended by Katherine waving them over, and Jimmy and Shelby picked up one of the beams to carry over to where the scaffolding had been set up. Shelby was surprisingly strong for her stature, and carrying around the beams and placing them where they needed to be was much easier than before she had arrived. It was less quiet with Shelby around too, as she cheerfully asked questions about their empires, as well as sharing some things about her own empire. But then there was one question that caused Jimmy’s blood to freeze in his veins.
“So you said that Joel and Lizzie were getting more building materials, but what about your partner? Is he with them too?” Shelby asked, and for a moment, Jimmy was confused.
“My… what?” he asked.
“The elf guy you were dancing with at the ball! You’re very cute together, by the way,” Shelby continued, completely oblivious to the tension in the air her statement created. However she soon noticed Jimmy’s pained expression, and it was her curious smile changed to a concerned frown.
“We uh. We were never together. And he betrayed us,” Jimmy said stiffly.
“Oh- oh I’m so sorry. You guys had just looked so happy together, I had just assumed- I’m sorry,” Shelby rambled, and Jimmy gave her a weak smile.
“It’s alright. I guess I was kinda happy- but it was never real. Not for him, at least,” Jimmy replied, throat feeling tight. He hadn’t really meant to burden all of his issues onto Shelby, but his mouth was moving a little faster than his brain was at the moment, and he couldn’t hold back his words.
“Well- well then that guy is missing out! You seem great, and he gave you up for what, tactical gain or political advantage or something?! He doesn’t deserve you!” Shelby declared, hands on her hips as she smiled up at Jimmy confidently. If someone he barely knew had so much confidence in him, then why shouldn’t he? Jimmy smiled back at Shelby.
“Maybe you’re right,” he conceded. Shelby gave him a half laugh, half playful scoff.
“Of course I’m right! Now c’mon, this castle isn’t gonna rebuild itself!” she chirped, heading over to the stack of beams. Jimmy could only stare after her for a moment, dumbfounded. Katherine seemed just as amazed by the gnome’s boundless positivity, a smile growing across her face.
“She’s spirited,” Katherine murmured. Jimmy chuckled.
“Yeah, you two are like birds of a feather,” Jimmy murmured back.
"We both are definitely nature-oriented," Katherine added with a chuckle. She looked at Shelby fondly for a moment, until her expression turned into a frown as she noticed something in the sky. Subconsciously her hand started reaching for Jimmy’s, and he took it as he looked up to the sky with her. Two figures were flying in- and the tension in Jimmy’s shoulders relaxed ever-so-slightly when he recognized them as Pearl and Gem. But he still gave Katherine’s hand a gentle squeeze all the same.
“What’s going on? Are we under attack again?!” Shelby asked anxiously, coming over to stand beside them and look up at Pearl and Gem flying in.
“Don’t know yet- they weren’t directly behind the explosion… but they are allied with the people who were,” Katherine said apprehensively. Shelby looked down from the sky, frowning in concern- and upon noticing Jimmy and Katherine’s joined hands, she grabbed Katherine’s other hand with a comforting smile. Katherine flushed slightly, but smiled back at Shelby gratefully.
“Please don’t be alarmed!” Gem shouted as she came in for a landing. Frankly, that didn’t make Jimmy feel any less alarmed.
“We aren’t allied with Fwhip and Sausage anymore. We don’t want any part of what they’re up to,” Pearl clarified, landing beside Gem.
“Really?” Jimmy asked warily. Gem looked to Jimmy with an open, pleading expression.
“I meant what I said when we told you that we didn’t know what Fwhip was up to. He left myself and Pearl completely in the dark, while Sausage and Scott were the only ones who knew about the full plan. But even then, I don’t think those two had the full picture, they looked surprised that we hadn’t known about the TNT. The point is- Pearl and I were tired of being part of an alliance that lied to us, and lied to us to hurt others! Katherine- if I had known what was going to happen, I would have never gone along with it and would have tried to put a stop to it,” Gem explained, turning her focus to Katherine as she spoke.
“So… you two are… on our side then?” Katherine asked slowly. Pearl gave her a gentle smile.
“If you’ll have us, yes. We also figured you could use our help rebuilding,” Pearl replied. Katherine looked to Jimmy, as if she was asking for his opinion. Jimmy blinked, and looked at Pearl and Gem. They seemed… candid, at least. But after Scott… Jimmy wasn’t sure who he could trust anymore besides his steady allies. However, they weren’t Scott. And furthermore, it really wasn’t his call to make. It was Katherine’s.
“It’s your empire, Katherine. If you don’t want them here, then just say the word. But you won’t get a fight from me if you do want them to help,” Jimmy said gently. Katherine smiled, and looked back to Pearl and Gem.
“I would absolutely appreciate your help. We’ve almost got all the framework for the castle set up- but having someone with wings help us out with some of the taller parts would be lovely,” Katherine said. Pearl beamed, and Gem clapped her hands excitedly. Gem came closer and Katherine let go of Shelby and Jimmy’s hands to talk over building plans with Gem, Shelby following after her and listening as well. Pearl, however, walked over to Jimmy with a mildly timid expression.
“Pearl?” Jimmy asked.
“There’s something I think you should know,” she blurted. Jimmy blinked in surprise, tilting his head to one side in confusion.
“I… okay,” Jimmy said semi-apprehensively. Pearl took a deep breath, like she was unsure of how to continue.
“Gem and I just came from a meeting with the Wither Rose Alliance. Well… it wasn’t much of a meeting, Gem and I broke off ties with the alliance pretty quickly and then left. But… there’s a… there’s something about Scott,” Pearl explained slowly. Jimmy tensed, swallowing nervously.
“Oh?” Jimmy asked, trying to keep his tone neutral.
“Like I said, Gem and I didn’t stay long so I don’t know for sure- but there was something off about Scott. He just… didn’t seem himself. I think he was just as unhappy with Fwhip as we were with him. I… I just know he meant a lot to you. And I think you meant a lot to him too. I just… I don’t want to get your hopes up, but maybe… maybe you should give him a chance,” Pearl continued. Jimmy’s mouth fixed into a firm line.
“It’s a nice thought… but I don’t think I can trust him anymore. Not after everything that happened,” Jimmy said, throat tight as he tried not to cry. Part of him really wanted to hope that maybe there was some sort of misunderstanding, that Scott really did care about him- but Jimmy couldn’t afford that kind of hope. Pearl nodded in understanding.
“That’s fair. Like I said… just thought you should know,” she said, before walking over to join Katherine in her discussion for the build. Then Jimmy- only feeling ever so slightly useless now that Katherine had so much more help- swallowed the tears that thinking about Scott caused, and joined them.
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hermits-that-craft · 3 years ago
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In My Dreams (Will You Remember Me?)
Flower Husbands Fic - Chapter One - Dreams are Sweet
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Jimmy sits, his feet in the water as he looks away from his empire, towards the ocean. He holds a bundle of azure bullets that Scott had included in their trade. They’re nice flowers, four small white petals with yellow in the center, clearly having grown in Scott’s empire instead of being brought from Katherine. It’s sweet, a small gift from Scott that he didn’t have to include.
So why does it make Jimmy’s heart yearn?
Why does it remind him of something he doesn’t remember?
Jimmy falls back, looking at the clouds in the sky. He doesn’t understand - he can’t understand. There’s no love for Scott in Jimmy’s heart, they aren’t allies, hardly even acquaintances. Why would Scott give him the flower? Is it an olive branch? Why would Scott do that now, Jimmy’s been here the whole time. Scott’s also Sausage’s ally, this has to be a trap.
It has to be.
There’s nothing to have nostalgia over. Jimmy hardly even thinks on the ruler of Rivendell, why would he have déjà vu over him?
Lizzie would know. Lizzie and Joel would be able to help.
Jimmy stands, carefully placing the flower bundle into his inventory, diving into the ocean. He will meet with his sister even if she’s in a meeting. He needs help.
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Lizzie and Joel listen to Jimmy with open expressions, as Jimmy rambles on about Scott and the flowers. He shows them the bundle, and Lizzie coos as Joel elbows her harshly in the ribs. The couple exchange a look, and Jimmy squints at them. Look, he loves his sister and his brother-in-law, but they know he hates the silent conversations.
“It sounds like he wants to be your friend.” Joel says evenly, and Jimmy holds back a laugh as the king pointedly ignore his wife’s betrayed look. “This could be really good for the cod empire. Rivendell’s supposed to be pretty.”
“Joel,” Lizzie grumbles. “Tell him.”
“Just because you think that this is-”
“It is similar!”
“I have no idea what you two are on about.” Jimmy says, laughing as the couple squabble. 
“It’s like when-” Joel slaps his hand over Lizzie’s mouth, and Jimmy looses it, laughing to the point of tears. 
“Ignore her.” Joel smiles. “Maybe you should take him a flower, your orchid’s are lovely after all.”
“That’s a good idea. It’d be nice to have an ally in Sausage and Fwip’s corner. We need to know their plans.” Jimmy frowns at the ground, planning. “Thanks Joel, Lizzie! I’ll see you both later.”
“Remember that Katherine wants to have a meeting tomorrow afternoon!” Joel calls out after him, as Jimmy jumps out the window.
The wind in Jimmy’s hair distracts him before his body hits the water. He’s got to get out of here fast, Lizzie’s going to kill him for jumping out her windows again. He always hits the water, but apparently she doesn’t want to take the chance that he won't hit the water. As if, he’s a cod hybrid. He’ll always find water.
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Jimmy laughs, the sun warming his face. A soft flower field and lake, nestled in between mountains and the world border. Sheep bleat in the background, and bees fly between the flowers. It’s safe, comfortable. The walls built up to protect them, his house fixed by his husband.
Nothing could go wrong.
A figure made of shadows leans against him, leaving a static feeling against his arm, but Jimmy doesn’t mind. He simply leans his head against his husband’s, intertwining their fingers. A gold band sits on Jimmy’s finger, and he can make out one on the shadow’s shape.
“We’re going to win this. And then we’ll retire here.” Jimmy promises. “Live out til old age.”
“You’re going to stay?” His husband’s voice is distorted, unrecognisable. 
“For you? Of course.” Jimmy kisses his husband’s cheeks. “C’mon. Lets dance.”
“A war is going to break out. Dogwarts is going to fight us.” His husband says and Jimmy stands up, walking in front of him. “I don’t think we should-”
“Dance with me.” Jimmy pulls the shadow up, and the shadow laughs. “Dance with me, like there's no war. Like I’m not red, and you’re not green. Dance with me.”
The shadow laughs, and pulls him into a waltz, spinning and swaying in time. The sun sets as the lanterns light themselves, and fireflies take off into the sky. They dance together for hours, laughing and spinning themselves around. Finally, the pair of them collapse onto the ground, lying down next to each other.
“You’ll come back?”
“Always.”
Screams tear from Jimmy’s throat as he shoots up. What was that dream? Why did it feel so normal, so natural? He doesn’t understand - he can’t understand it. It doesn’t make any sense, who was that? Why was he married?
Why did the dream hurt?
Jimmy leans against the headboard of his bed, sighing deeply. He’ll ask Gem about it tomorrow, after the meeting. She’s a wizard, she would know how dreams work, right? Hopefully its not a magical dream, not a prophecy.
Jimmy looks out his window, watching the moon as it ripples against the water. He can’t keep dreaming about this place. Why is he still dreaming about this place? It’s been years since he last dreamt about it. At least he caught himself before it got violent this time - even if he woke up screaming.
Jimmy doesn’t want to give Sausage any more ammunition against him, and nightmares of war and death are certainly one way to do that.
Jimmy should message Lizzie. She wouldn’t mind, in fact, she explicitly told him to message her if he had the nightmares again, when he left the ocean empire to found the cod empire. He even promised that he would, because she’s his older sister and he trusts her. He knows, deep down, that she would leave her bed - leave her husband and kingdom without so much as a note - to come and sit with Jimmy until the clutches of sleep have let him go and the dream has faded from his mind.
But he’ll see her tomorrow, so there’s no real harm in not telling her immediately, and he’s twenty-five, he’s old enough to deal with his own nightmares. He’s not a child anymore.
So Jimmy stands and walks out of his house, maskless and crownless, for the first time in years.
It’s not as though Jimmy forgot what the breeze felt like on his face, he opens his windows often enough, but it does shock him a little. Standing in the open with unfocused eyes and expressions that the whole world can see. Standing not as a ruler but as a person.
Jimmy jumps into the ocean, letting himself sink to the bottom of it. He leans his head against the poles his house is held up by. He’ll wake in the morning, but for now…
For now he yearns for the embrace of the shadowy man in his dreams.
He yearns for his home.
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siriannatan · 2 years ago
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I've made a funny thing
Cross-Empires Pub Crawl
Summary:
What do you do when your admin and the local god leave five, unsupervised, mildly upset adult men alone? A tavern/pub crawl. The law approved it so it was fine.
Notes:
Just a random idea I woke up with. Fun fact, my head hurt while I was writing this... Another fun fact: Jimmy | Solidarity/MythicalSausage/Scott | Smajor1995 | Dangthatsalongname/Jonny | Pixlriffs (Video Blogging RPF) was too long of a tag... Excessive drinking is bad in real life. Don't do it. You've been warned.
It started at the Saloon in Tumble Town. All the guys but fWhip and Joel were there, sipping whatever Jimmy was selling. No one asked just accepted drinks, dreading what Joel convinced their admin to do - invite all the other participants from Double Life. And yes, only Jimmy and Scott from the five gathered there participated but Sausage, Joey and Pix had good reasons to not be happy. Keeping things clean around a whole empire was not an easy thing, and it would mean they would have to spend the whole day at home, not building or doing anything fun until the tour passed them.
So they all his away at the saloon while fWhip and Joel were away and not able to stop them from getting drunk.
"Last time I saw Pearl I blew myself with a whole monologue, I'm not yet ready to talk about it..." Scott whined kicking at the bar. "I'm sure Jimmy's loving that Tango will visit," he grinned at the sheriff who whined and hid under his hat.
"Noooo, I really could do with him forgetting I ever existed," he grumbled baring his vex teeth. "Joel's going to be an embarrassment..."
"All the booze you have here is not enough," Joey groaned. He, Sausage and Pix only heard about it but it was enough to make them hate it. And they saw the shirt.
"That's why I filled his toy shack with vex," Jimmy grinned raising his glass.
"Good one," Pix chuckled. "But what if they come out during the tour?"
"Then he'll really regret missing with flesh-eating fairies," Sausage chuckled. Even if he shared custody of a child and exchanged dirty jokes with the god, he was still annoyed.
Jimmy nodded and grinned. "Lads. How about an old-school pub crawl?" he proposed and everyone looked at him with brief shock. "Law-approved pub crawl," he added before anyone could say anything about his role in their world.
"Can we have a pub crawl with like two locations?" Joey asked finishing off his current drink. "Dawn has like no alcohol. None, nada. Nothing."
"And fWhip's Drip has cave river water listed as a drink, not going back there," Sausage shook his head. 
"I should probably go..." Pix started but Sausage stopped him by literally picking him up. 
"Come on Pix, hang out with us, you don't have to drink anything," the protector asked squeezing him in a strong hug.
"Yeah. You need to relax man," Joey nodded, followed by Scott and Jimmy assuring Pix he didn't have to have any more alcohol if he didn't want to.
"I suppose someone should be sober here..." Pix sighed.
"Eh, we'll see if I get even buzzed tonight," Jimmy giggled in a very vex way. "Maybe if we clear everything here, at Chromia and in Sanctuary..."
And the night started. Jimmy pulled out a barrel of something stronger than what was usually served. Pix quickly gave up on no more drinking and joined in, taking a shot of whatever Jimmy pulled out - it was not a good idea. Sausage had to smack his back for a good moment as he choked on the mysterious, dark brown liquid. At least he got good applause for his trouble.
Once the barrel was empty they flew to Chromia. And decided to not fly much more too soon. 
Owen served them colourful little drinks that were a lot stronger than expected. Jimmy showed no signs of being even slightly drunk as he sipped the local gin selection to Scott's joy. He was slowly getting drunk but not as bad as Pix. He needed Sausage, who himself was getting more and more unsteady and giggly, to almost carry him to the boats they were taking to the Sanctuary tavern.
Joey, even if he was swaying more than the sea itself, surprisingly managed to steer them correctly, even with Scott almost capsizing them as he tried to get under Jimmy's shirt.
"You should have just asked," Jimmy giggled opening all his buttons. "Say, Sausage, how is being married to Joel?"
"What? We're not married. We simply share a child? It's weird," Sausage shrugged. Pix was almost completely in his lap, dozing off and mumbling to himself about emeralds. Normal.
"Get him on a boat and I can marry you two," Joey offered. 
"Can you marry me and Jimmy?" Scott asked, looking up at Jimmy with a dopey smile.
He was clearly very drunk but all of them, save maybe for Jimmy, were all very drunk. And thought the idea was great. Even extended it to where not only Jimmy and Scott would be getting married. Joey married all other four to each other... 
"With powers vested in me by the law of the sea," Joey was completely winging it. "I announce all four of you husbands. You may kiss, just don;t flip the boat," he ended and took a swig from his rum bottle. Where he got it from was a mystery no one felt like investigating. Too busy exchanging kisses as the pirate giggled. "And I announce myself married to Rum, the best alcohol out there," he chuckled and took another swig.
Just in time to dock at Sanctuary and stumble their way to the tavern.
The next day, fWhip, Joel and the guests they brought along found the five of them in the Sanctuary tavern. Scott and Pix were both passed out. Pix cuddled to, well, almost lying on top of Sausage, whose shirt was mysteriously gone. And Scott on top of Jimmy, wearing nothing but the sheriff's shirt. The blonde's hat was gone, resting on top of the allay flying about the place. Scott's hat was covering the sheriff's face as its owner snored into his chest. Joey was humming sea shanties, half-sitting half-lying on the gar, leaning on a support. His hat rested on his knee and no shirt, it was somehow over the rafters. Only Scott had a shirt on actually, fWhip noticed as he walked closer to the mess.
"Hello," Joey waved at them and shook his bottle. "My wife's empty..." he sighed. "And sorry Joel, Sausage is married now, you were late," he said and fell off the bar while laughing.
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aurabird · 3 years ago
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For All It’s Worth
Legend tells of a great war between two stags and their champions. Scott is the reincarnation of Aeor's champion, Alinar; but the reincarnation of Exor's champion, Connel, remains unknown to him.
He doesn't think he'll ever get the chance when crystalline corruption consumes the Empires he has come to know for centuries and leave only him and two others the sole survivors of the land.
That is when strangers come from worlds beyond his own, one such individual offering to use demigod-like powers to save them all.
But with this plan comes consequence, and with that consequence comes prophecy.
Inspired by @phoenixfyrebird​‘s crossover AU where 3rd Life is after Empires and is where Scott finally meets Exor’s champion
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For as long as Scott could remember, the twelve Empires had existed together; their rulers granted longevity of life and immortality from everything but old age due to ancient magic left behind by Gods when they banished a horrible corruption from the land centuries ago.
All elves knew the story, but Scott had only recently learned of the underlying prophecy that came with it. The reincarnations of Connel and Alinar would fight for their respective Gods in a battle for the fate of the world; and that failure to stop the evil of the former would lead to an eternal winter.
Scott knew that he was the reincarnation of Alinar but he had no idea who Connel was reborn as. He had suspicions of course; Fwhip's affinity for the crystalized redstone that corrupted whatever land was around it and Sausage's constant practicing of blood magic being the most likely in his mind, but so far they really didn't seem to give off 'reincarnation of a great evil' vibes, despite their chaotic and unhinged behavior.
Eras of war and peace came and went for them and, just when all twelve empires had found harmony, destruction arrived at their doorstep in a familiar form.
It was all an accident, but it claimed its cultivator first. Count Fwhip of the Grimlands had become infected and twisted by the very magic he studied until his own sister had to cut him down to save him from madness. Her kingdom fell shortly after along with that of the Undergrove and the Lost Empire.
Mezalea and the Ocean Empire were next to fall, the latter ruler sacrificing herself to save her husband. The Cod Empire where the heartbroken king settled was not spared, nor was the neighboring Mythland, whose ruler perished trying to help the Cod and Mezalian Kings. Pixandria's ruler went shortly thereafter, followed by those of Smallhold and House Blossom.
Rivendell was the only kingdom left unaffected, protected by the magic of Aeor. Twelve rulers had been reduced to a mere three in just a few months time, and even now the crystalline corruption had begun to creep closer, bypassing the protection of the elven kingdom.
 Joel didn't want to die, for it was his wife's last wish that he survive.
Jimmy knew he had to live in order to keep the memories of the fallen alive
And Scott knew that as Aeor's champion, he could not surrender until the prophecy came to be
 They would have to flee, leave everything they knew behind with nothing but what they could carry. Even then, though, the corruption would never slow, it would catch up to them eventually, it would consume everything in its path until nothing was left.
Still, they took their chances.
Several days they traveled, several days the corruption just followed them. Sometimes they'd get a few days of reprieve, others they barely had time to rest. While Scott himself could fly with his natural wings, Joel and Jimmy's elytras had long broken by this point and with no time to rest and repair them, they would be forced to walk from this point on.
It was a battle they knew they'd never win and the trio was well aware that they were on borrowed time, why bother running anymore?
But, that is when two purple rifts tore open nearby them, pulsating and hissing with magic unlike they'd ever seen. From these portals came people, eleven to be exact. Ten from one, and a single person from the other. They'd been told the stories and fables of worlds beyond their own, and these strangers couldn't have been from anywhere else with the entrances they made.
As it turned out, these strangers were the sole survivors of worlds that had faced destruction of their own. The first group, from a world they called Hermitcraft, had once housed twenty-six individuals; of them, only ten remained. When asked about the cause of their home's destruction, three of them had guilt flash across their faces.
Vengeful beings called Watchers had destroyed the world, punishment for the guilty trio's insolence. The avian in the red jumper was a Watcher himself once, but fled from them with the only two survivors of his original home, Evo. He used most of the power he had to open a portal and escape with the group behind him now.
As for the other, the man in a sleeveless and torn suit, he came from a world known as Legacy. He had not been there very long before Withers and the decay they brought with them consumed and torn it apart.
That was when the three former-kings shared their tale, lamenting that these individuals had only left behind two destroyed worlds in favor of what would soon be another. There was no escaping the crystalline corruption that inched closer and closer by the hour, it would consume them all in time.
However, there was a small ray of hope. The avian from Hermircraft explained that he had enough power left from his time as a Watcher to teleport them all far away from the corrupted lands and put up a barrier that would protect them should the corruption ever reach that far. It wasn't the most ideal scenario, but it was all they had. In agreement, the fourteen found themselves in an area protected within a 700 x 700 radius. Plenty of room to thrive, plenty of room to live...
...then they realized a fatal flaw.
The magic that brought them back upon death, Respawn Magic, as the world-jumpers had called it, was limited within such boundaries. The avian, Grian, deducted that there was only enough in the area to bring them all back twice. Three lives to live, they had to make them count.
It didn't take long for the universe to alert them to the next flaw. With the dwindling respawn magic came consequence; a slow decent into madness would come with each death. Those on their second life would grow paranoid, flighty, and hostile. Those on their last life became  chaotic, aggressive, and bloodthirsty.
Collectively, they decided to call this curse by a fitting name:
3rd Life
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Scott and Jimmy had grown close in the journey prior to the current living accommodations the fourteen of them were faced with, and the two of them took up residence in a flower forest with Joel not too far off. Joel had been invited to live with them, but the former king could not bear to live with the now-lovers, heart still broken by the loss of his wife. Instead, he befriended wolves, living alone with his canine companions.
Hermitcrafts survivors scattered; Cleo, Bdubs, Impulse, and Tango in a castle, Scar and Grian now bound by debt settled in the desert, BigB lived on his own, and lastly Martyn, Ren, Etho and the one Legate survivor, Skizz, ran an enchanting business in the taiga.
Despite the lingering threats of limited respawn magic and the curse of death slowly leading to madness, things went relatively fine...until Scar fell into a ravine, costing him his first life.
After that, he became antagonistic and manipulative, getting whatever he wanted through fear from everyone he swindled...
...until he didn't. Ren didn't surrender to Scar's tyranny and remained defiant; something that cost the hybrid his first life, and the second ones of both Skizz and Jimmy. It also caused Ren to do something drastic, something that struck Scott with fear and realization.
Scott was present when Ren asked to be sacrificed by Martyn, as it was the only way to make him strong enough to bring about the Red Winter. At first, the elf had thought nothing of the words, but when Ren lifted his head and Scott saw the veins of corruption webbing across the hybrid's face, once-blue eyes now glowing red as blood and full of a lust for destruction and chaos, the pieces fell into place.
Despite everything Scott had not forgotten the prophecy he'd learned so long ago, and until that moment, he didn't expect to ever meet Exor's champion before dying to a fraying world. But before him stood the reincarnation of Connel, the harbinger of eternal winter.
That night, he confided the info and the prophecy to Jimmy and Joel, both of them in disbelief. They didn't get to talk about it much, however, before Ren and his Hand showed up and demanded tribute and sacrifice through threat and force.
Jimmy burned their banner in defiance and Scott's gaze met that of Ren, allowing him to see the realization that flashed in the Red King's eyes. He too, had made the connection; why else would he proceed to have Skizz to shoot Jimmy down in the desert when there were plenty of other targets? He wanted a reaction from Scott, he wanted to send a message.
Lives were taken, blood was spilled. Joel and Scott had been the hunters of Ren and Martyn at first, but now they were the hunted, pinned down in the crater of what had once been the desert. If the elf had any doubts about the hybrid's true identity before, they were gone now. Ren openly admitted to being Connel before lunching forwards with the intent to kill.
Scott heard the sound of a body being skewered onto metal, but upon opening his eyes he realized that it wasn't his body impaled on Ren's sword...it was Joel's.
"Run..." was the dying order given to him, and with a heavy heart Scott followed the command, making his way to the Crastle where he took refuge within the building's walls. That night, he told the tale, of the corruption and the eternal winter; of his destiny to stop Ren...no, Connel. He asked them to fight by his side in a final battle. They all agreed, they had vengeance in their hearts as well.
The battle of Dogwarts was brutal, crimson dying the water and staining the grass as it pooled from fallen bodies. Now, Scott faced Ren alone, the two of them the only survivors of their respective armies.
Like prophecy foretold they clashed, the reincarnations of Alinar and Connel fought with unyielding vigor, staining snow with blood as their weapons tore through flesh and arrows pierced through skin.
But only one of them would win, with a final cry full of anguish about those he'd lost, Scott drove his sword through Ren's heart. Exor's champion was dead, he had won.
The victory felt hollow to him; he was surrounded by bodies and had already buried countless more, he was the only one left in a fraying world and Scott could already see the crystalline corruption that'd taken everything from him already at the edges of the magical barrier. He was out of time...and there was still one life left to go.
After burring the bodies of the newly-fallen, ally and enemy alike, Scott made his way to the highest peak near Dogwarts...and let himself fall. His instinct told him to catch himself and fly, but he didn't listen, only welcomed the air blowing past his face.
A sickening crack...agonizing pain as bones shattered...and then blissful darkness.
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Darkness...
Darkness...
Darkness...
Light...?
Scott's eyelids flickered open, light and color filling them as he looked at the sky from between the thick canopy of the jungle...
Wait, jungle?
He jolted up as the gears began to turn. He knew this place, but the last time he'd seen it, it was corrupted by red crystals and the colors of everything were far more vibrant compared to the muted shades they were now.
"There you are! I was wondering when you were going to show up!"
Scott's blood went cold at the voice...the last time he'd heard it was...
The elf dared to turn around, his heart skipping a beat at who he saw before him.
Dressed in his Codfather attire, stood Jimmy with a goofy grin on his face. Behind him, the rest of those that had ruled empires lost to corruption so, so long ago. "J-Jimmy? Guys? Where are...?"
Jimmy extended a hand and spoke "This is it, this is the end."
"Is it...home?"
"It's home, Scott. It's home."
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The Hornets trading Bojangles for Chick-fil-A is an utter betrayal
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I can’t believe the Hornets made another garbage trade.
Just when I thought the Hornets were going to avoid this whole mess in the NBA, it turns out that they’re also willing to sell out their ideals for big money from a foreign power.
This means that Bojangles’ is out next season, per the team
— Katie Peralta (@katieperalta) October 15, 2019
This is the first time the 2019 Chicken Wars really hit home. This absolute disregard for tradition and honor is disgusting. Just when I think the Hornets can’t possibly make a worse trade than Kemba Walker for Terry Rozier, somehow they do.
I just cannot believe the Hornets would abandon the Charlotte-born and beloved Bojangles chicken empire for some fly-by-night Georgia chain that everyone fawns over, being like, “I don’t know how they make their chicken taste like this!” It’s pickle brine, OK? They soak their chicken in pickle brine. That’s the “magic.” It’s pickle brine. Enjoy.
The Hornets gave away their old, reliable uncle with compression socks for his gout and excellent dirty jokes, for a younger, way less cool uncle who won’t stop asking if you’ve been to bible study and gave you a Joel Osteen “Phrase-a-Day” calendar for Christmas.
On the rare occasion I hit up a drive-through with my 2-year-old, she cries when we go to Chick-fil-A. You know why? Because their “toys” are always something like a dumb coloring book about nature, and their fruit cup always has a half-rotten grape that has expelled its innards all over the rest of the cup. Do you know how difficult it is to tell a 2-year-old that she can’t eat her apple slices because they’re covered in rotten grape gunk dating back to the Bush administration? NOT VERY EASY!
I don’t take her to Bojangles because I don’t want her tiny arteries to get clogged by age six, but that’s beside the point. It’s important to have standards in life, and this is a line in the sand I must draw.
Southern-based chicken emotion out of the way, there’s really only one way to fully describe this in terms any basketball fan can understand. Let’s assume both Bojangles and Chick-fil-A are players. Was this a good trade?
Scoring
If all you’re looking for is someone to put points on the board then the one-dimensional Chick-fil-A wins here. All they have is the chicken sandwich and its far-superior, but underrated, cousin the spicy chicken sandwich. The nuggs are fine too.
Every other menu item is garbage and I’ll fight that to the death. Their waffle fries are always under-seasoned and bland. Every variation on their sandwich is worse than the original, and don’t even get me started on their other side options of soup and salad. Horrible, atrocious. Hate it.
Now Bojangles, lots of options. Many of them excellent. Nothing excels to the height of the Chick-fil-A sandwich, but nothing is bad either. Classic fried chicken? Good. Tenders? Good. Biscuits? Good. Roasted bites? Good. Bojangles is your classic 18-to-22-point big man, while Chick-fil-A is your 30-point ball-hogging small forward who refuses to distribute.
Winner: Chick-fil-A
Defense
This is absolutely, 100 percent where Bojangles shines. Do you know the last time I received an incorrect order from Chick-fil-A, or had to wait in one of those side parking spaces? Never.
You order something at Chick-fil-A and they just give it to you, no questions asked. Heck, even when you shame order a family’s worth of food in a single drive-through run knowing you’re going to go home and binge-watch a season’s worth of Total Divas they’ll never make you feel bad. They’ll even say “It would be my pleasure to serve you,” like you’re the most important thing in their friggin’ world.
If you want to see some DEFENSE with a capital “D” then go to Bojangles. They will ask for your order five times, still not get it right, and if you arrive at the wrong time of day you’re waiting for at LEAST seven minutes for an employee to bring it out to your car.
That is how you defend the paint. Solid 13 rebounds, 2 blocks, easy.
Winner: Bojangles
Teamwork
Have you ever in your life seen Chick-fil-A employees have fun? Think about it. You absolutely haven’t. It’s not their fault. They are all absolutely terrified and uptight because they know at least 80 percent of their customers are going to be giant pains in the ass, and they are going to be busy for every second of their shift.
Bojangles employees? Sometimes they’re having so much fun they don’t even acknowledge your existence. There are times I’ve walked in and they’re laughing so hard at a joke I just missed that I’m an inconvenience to them. I like that. I prefer to be treated like the irrelevant speck of dust that I am, rather than doted on by the Stepford Wives of food service.
I want to be cool and hear the Bojangles jokes.
Winner: Bojangles
Distribution
This is where we get back to discussing sides. We’ve established that Chick-fil-A’s are trash, so let’s talk about the cornucopia at Bojangles:
Cajun seasoned fries.
Pintos
Green beans
Mashed potatoes
BoRounds, which are the best fast food hash browns on planet earth.
DIRTY RICE WHICH MY GOD WE’RE USING THE REST OF THIS SECTION TO TALK ABOUT DIRTY RICE! READY?! I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE NOT!
So Bojangles’ dirty rice is friggin’ transcendent. If you’re not ordering dirty rice instead of fries in a non-car-eating environment then you’re a chump and you should feel bad. It’s just rice, sausage, red bell peppers and spices but God, it’s wonderful. Every single person who I’ve preached the dirty rice gospel to is now a convert, and it’s as close to becoming a cult leader I’ve ever been.
Rarely can you get something containing meat as a side item to your meat. Bojangles dirty rice is also in the very exclusive food club where “dirty” is a positive adjective.
Up there I’ve listed six assists to go with your food. You always get a biscuit too, so that’s seven a game.
Winner: Bojangles
Turnovers
I once found three hairs in my Cajun Filet Biscuit and another one in my dirty rice.
Winner: Chick-fil-A
FINAL STATS
Chick-fil-A (SF): 31.7 PPG, 2.1 RPG, 0.0 APG NBA Player Comparison: Tracy McGrady
Bojangles (PF): 19.4 PPG, 13.1 RPG, 7.4 APG NBA Player Comparison: Tim Duncan
Both are very good players, and I know someone is going to make an argument over this. I love T-Mac. Exciting player, scored in bunches. Every teenager was obsessed with him because of how many points he put on the board.
Duncan? Kids never appreciated Tim Duncan enough. He came off as boring, but in the end his brand of boring won championships. Bojangles, you are the big, reliable, ever-present North Star in our Carolinian lives and you didn’t deserve to be traded away like this.
The Hornets made an awful trade, and it will be a long time before I can forgive them.
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