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Scott sniffles and melts into Jimmy’s arms. These couple minutes of quiet with Jimmy’s head on his settles tiredness deeper in Scott’s bones and lack thereof as her eyes flutter closed; still leaking tears with softening sobs. She’s falling asleep like this, so very safe for the first time ever.

Things pass with a syrupy slowness until Jimmy is laying Scott back down, this time on the clean part of the bed. He forgot how nice the cotton he had used to make his sheets was, soft against his cheek from where his head had lolled to the side.

That is until Scott is taken out of his sleepy haze. Startled at the complete loss of contact and panicking slightly that the Sheriff was just going to leave him here despite it all. The dozens of small cracks in Scott’s heart start to fracture further until Jimmy speaks; and, oh… despite what he thinks may be an insult, Jimmy was going to keep his word. Scott relaxes again as tears no longer accompanied by sobs cascade down his face. The promise to be cleaned up is a thing holier than any god. It’s all he could want now that Jimmy is here, to be clean and taken care of. To have the porcelain of his arms handled with delicacy, and in turn the rest of him.

To Jimmy’s questioning he nods. In this state he can’t do much for himself. He- he- can’t do anything for himself he realises. Scott’s brain starts to turn again, the reality that he’s lost about 90% of his autonomy in one fail swoop shakes him to his very core. He can’t feed herself, dress herself, clean herself, and so much more. Jimmy’s only here for right now, what happens when he isn’t? When she’s left alone with useless arms, stiff legs, and no way to make a sound?

Scott is still shaking, still crying, still covered in his own blood and viscera, shattered by his lack of autonomy, and absolutely terrified of what Joel has promised, but there’s someone here for him. So for the first time in a very long time; maybe he’ll let himself trust another person to take care of him. She decides that in this moment, completely dependent on the other’s whims, he is going to give the last sliver of her faith and trust in others to Jimmy.

So he nods, and hopes.

Jimmy knocks on Scott’s door. He’s afraid- Joel was being so ominous, and Scott seemed so scared-

But he’s too afraid to acknowledge something is actually wrong, so he chalks it up to anxiety and calls out- ‘Scott? Cowboy, you in there?’

- @sheriffsolidarity

No! No no no no no no no! Why is he here? Fuck! (Help me please, I just want you right now.)

Scott shakes, sobbing inaudibly in the mess she’s made, or been made into rather. She’s sticky and gross, vomit and blood in the tacky, itchy, in between place of being dry and not. Everything hurts, and Jimmy’s voice could be a fever dream for all he knows.

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I miss you, and I love you so much. I don’t know what I think about soulmates, but I do know that whenever you’re not around I crave your presence, I know that your voice is the most comforting sound, and I know that being in your arms feels like home. I don’t know what’s going to happen to us, but if we ever get the chance, I want to put in the work. I don’t want to run, I want to put in the work for you Jimmy.

do you believe in soulmates?

Nah. Or- not the concept of bein’ made for somebody else. Ain’t nothin’ in the world that’s made to be perfect, and the idea of a ‘perfect’ person is downright dumb.

I do think, and don’t repeat this, that you can make your own. That you can grow with someone until you’re melded together like the desert and the wind. Meant to be, y’know? But it takes work. It always does.

Labour is the good part of love, though. Cause you know just as much work is bein’ done for you.

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do you believe in soulmates?

I don’t know anymore, I love Jimmy though, and I think that’s enough.

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Scott hiccups as Jimmy appears above him. He feels pathetic at the way his sobs immediately soften upon Jimmy’s presence. She will be eternally grateful for how gentle he’s being with her, grateful that he’s treating her like the glass she quite literally is now.

When Jimmy picks her up, it hurts. Her arms, despite not technically being able to feel anything still have pain buzzing through them, especially where the joints are connected. Scott chokes on a whine and shoves his face into Jimmy’s chest. She feels bad for getting him dirty but she’s desperate for the contact. This is all she could ever ask for, to be wrapped up in Jimmy’s arms so he can keep her safe from the outside world. Nothing can touch her if she’s in Jimmy’s embrace.

As Jimmy rips his bandana in half and uses it to wrap her arms, Scott realises she’s never felt more cared for in her life. Soft reassurances and praises fall over his ears like a blanket, it makes him feel tired, like his mind can finally rest. Jimmy was like an angel, sent down from the heavens to come save her from this horrible, horrible, waking nightmare.

When Jimmy questions him he shakes his head and has the brief thought to tap at his neck; but he can’t move his arms anymore. It’s an emotionally painful reminder at the situation he’s been stuck in and in lieu of that, he tries to press ever closer to Jimmy.

Darlin’… so many different emotions swirl in her chest. Devastation, fear, but most of all love. The honeyed petname draws a deep shuttering breath from her chest, it’s something she wants to be called for the rest of her life.

Thank you, my angel.

Jimmy knocks on Scott’s door. He’s afraid- Joel was being so ominous, and Scott seemed so scared-

But he’s too afraid to acknowledge something is actually wrong, so he chalks it up to anxiety and calls out- ‘Scott? Cowboy, you in there?’

- @sheriffsolidarity

No! No no no no no no no! Why is he here? Fuck! (Help me please, I just want you right now.)

Scott shakes, sobbing inaudibly in the mess she’s made, or been made into rather. She’s sticky and gross, vomit and blood in the tacky, itchy, in between place of being dry and not. Everything hurts, and Jimmy’s voice could be a fever dream for all he knows.

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Scott blushes at Jimmy’s sheer strength, face burning with as he thinks about how much Jimmy’s manhandled him today. She wraps her arms around his neck and rests her head on his shoulder.

“Yes please, a bath sounds nice too. Wanna take one with me handsome?” She bats her eyes at him. He expects Jimmy to take it as a joke and not agree. Though if he did, Scott wouldn’t mind.

Scott lands in Tumble Town hair windswept from flight but still intact in its usual long braid.

“Oh, Jimmy!” He calls flirtatiously.

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Jimmy takes a deep, nervous breath, plastering a smile on his face. The muscles in his face are more string than proper connective tissue, end up in more of an awkward grin.

“Hey, darlin’. How was the flight over?’

His tone is confident, disguising the panic at seeing a pretty boy. Sue him, he’s a cowboy- of course he’s gay.

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Jimmy knocks on Scott’s door. He’s afraid- Joel was being so ominous, and Scott seemed so scared-

But he’s too afraid to acknowledge something is actually wrong, so he chalks it up to anxiety and calls out- ‘Scott? Cowboy, you in there?’

- @sheriffsolidarity

No! No no no no no no no! Why is he here? Fuck! (Help me please, I just want you right now.)

Scott shakes, sobbing inaudibly in the mess she’s made, or been made into rather. She’s sticky and gross, vomit and blood in the tacky, itchy, in between place of being dry and wet. Everything hurts, and Jimmy’s voice could be a fever dream for all he knows.

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Scott continues to shake and cry until he feels warm breath fan over his face. His eyes immediately snap and squeeze shut, He knows who it is. Who else would even be here but him. What was that old saying? If you can’t see it, it can’t hurt you?

Scott curls further into herself, or at least tries to before it just jostles her arm and she tries to let out a whine of pain. Trembling becoming full body shaking strong enough to vibrate the bed.

“You will rot in a porcelain shell, darlin’.”

As each word falls from Joel’s lips, Scott shuts down further. A forceful sob leaving his body. When Joel finishes, Scott gags. There should be nothing left in his stomach, but more bile rises to the surface anyways. Scott tries to angle his head away from the pillow his head is on, and in doing so spits up just under it. The vomit tangles in her hair and soaks into her clothes as blood still oozes from Scott’s detached shoulders, leaving her an even bigger mess. One she physically can’t escape from.

Only Jimmy can call me that, please don’t call me that. Please… please… please…

I just want my partner to be here (no he’ll blame himself he needs to stay safe). I want this to be over. I don’t think I want to live anymore.

Scott continues to lay there shaking and sobbing, his pain both physically and emotionally great enough that he couldn’t even pass out. Her mind running a constant loop of wishing for any modicum of help, comfort, or, stars, safety.

Joel is watching, he's dragged this out for a while. He's still mad that Scott's been communicating. He mirrors the same torment he put Shubble through. His fingers fuse, the skin melting from his muscles to wrap around the other fingers. His bones crack sharply before forming into a single shape. More was yet to come. His elbows crack, her skin pulls back from the joint and the bones bend and contort into a mockery of doll joints. The skin spreads back towards the joints separately forming. His forearms have no sensations left. His shoulders split from his torso the muscles snapping from strain leaving them only connected by magic. Joel smiles as the next half of the transformation finishes and comes down to taunt Scott.

You really shouldn't have interfered with my relationship Scott. :)

(@the-god-ever)

Scott had been standing, pacing, trying to think of some way out of this despite already having lost hope; when it starts:

She doesn’t notice her hands contorting until it’s too late, stiff pain in every part of her body sheilding the way her skin is melting until the bones were cracking and fusing together. Scott’s breathing picks up as he stares at his hands, an attempt at a noise of pain falling from his lips in the all encompassing silence. It hadn’t been his best decision to look up marionette’s earlier, to try and gauge what exactly might happen to him, because he recognised the shape.

As soon as the thought leaves Scott’s head she stumbles back into her bed, collapsing as muscles rip and bones start to break. He trembles in silent screams and sobs as his elbows split and meld separately from his upper arms, becoming doll-like joints. Feeling one by one as arteries, and tissue disappear, leaving nothing behind but hollow porcelain. Scott realises his other arm is pinned and despite the overwhelming pain, moves it as to not break the delicate glass that was slowly replacing his arms with his body weight. Bile spills from Scott’s mouth as red rapidly stains his clothing and bedspread, everything snapping into place. She’s almost… thankful when she can’t feel her forearms anymore.

The pain isn’t over though and Scott continues to writhe in agony. Shoulders splitting from his torso and ripping more pulsing muscle, but the doll joints he was expecting never come. New arms held to her body by magic alone.

The transformation finally seems to be over and she pushes herself up the bed as best she can to bury her face in her pillows, searching for some way to soothe herself in the wake of what had just happened.

The bile and blood still on the bed gets all over Scott, leaving a sick feeling churning in his gut. She feels gross, dirty… but most of all helpless as she lays there, trying not to pass out from the pain. Desperately hoping for help but knowing it’s never coming.

Death would have been better than this. She thinks as tears course down her face, wetting her pillow as she trembles. She doesn’t even hear Joel behind the roaring of her pounding head, unaware that he’s there… yet.

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“I love you too, can- can we go inside?” He asks softly. He’s so tired, and really wants a shower, or maybe a bath and definitely a change of clothes. Maybe Jimmy would even let her steal a shirt. “I just wanna hold you right now, is that okay?” She asks another question, thoughts jumbled and a little desperate. He hopes Jimmy knows he means once they get inside.

Scott lands in Tumble Town hair windswept from flight but still intact in its usual long braid.

“Oh, Jimmy!” He calls flirtatiously.

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Jimmy takes a deep, nervous breath, plastering a smile on his face. The muscles in his face are more string than proper connective tissue, end up in more of an awkward grin.

“Hey, darlin’. How was the flight over?’

His tone is confident, disguising the panic at seeing a pretty boy. Sue him, he’s a cowboy- of course he’s gay.

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Listening to this thought of you - shub's main ("I would kiss you if I could / Oh, but my lips are made of wood")

That’s diabolical Shelby

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Hey, I'm drawing (or trying to draw) doll!shelby, scott & jimmy, would you like to be tagged when i post them?

- andy, admin of @greatwitch-shelby (ooc ask)

ooc: Absolutely I would! I can’t wait to see them!

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“I don’t care about Joel,” he tries to spit out, the exclamation falling flat. Scott tightens his grip on Jimmy’s shirt, “I don’t- I don’t care what happens to me, I’ve,” she pauses to laugh, “I’ve already been cursed so many times Jim, nothing really matters anymore. I just want you…” he takes a couple of deep breaths, stunned by his own admission. “I just want you,” she whispers to herself, still loud enough for Jimmy to hear and pulls him into a passionate kiss.

Scott lands in Tumble Town hair windswept from flight but still intact in its usual long braid.

“Oh, Jimmy!” He calls flirtatiously.

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Jimmy takes a deep, nervous breath, plastering a smile on his face. The muscles in his face are more string than proper connective tissue, end up in more of an awkward grin.

“Hey, darlin’. How was the flight over?’

His tone is confident, disguising the panic at seeing a pretty boy. Sue him, he’s a cowboy- of course he’s gay.

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Joel is watching, he's dragged this out for a while. He's still mad that Scott's been communicating. He mirrors the same torment he put Shubble through. His fingers fuse, the skin melting from his muscles to wrap around the other fingers. His bones crack sharply before forming into a single shape. More was yet to come. His elbows crack, her skin pulls back from the joint and the bones bend and contort into a mockery of doll joints. The skin spreads back towards the joints separately forming. His forearms have no sensations left. His shoulders split from his torso the muscles snapping from strain leaving them only connected by magic. Joel smiles as the next half of the transformation finishes and comes down to taunt Scott.

You really shouldn't have interfered with my relationship Scott. :)

(@the-god-ever)

Scott had been standing, pacing, trying to think of some way out of this despite already having lost hope; when it starts:

She doesn’t notice her hands contorting until it’s too late, stiff pain in every part of her body sheilding the way her skin is melting until the bones were cracking and fusing together. Scott’s breathing picks up as he stares at his hands, an attempt at a noise of pain falling from his lips in the all encompassing silence. It hadn’t been his best decision to look up marionette’s earlier, to try and gauge what exactly might happen to him, because he recognised the shape.

As soon as the thought leaves Scott’s head she stumbles back into her bed, collapsing as muscles rip and bones start to break. He trembles in silent screams and sobs as his elbows split and meld separately from his upper arms, becoming doll-like joints. Feeling one by one as arteries, and tissue disappear, leaving nothing behind but hollow porcelain. Scott realises his other arm is pinned and despite the overwhelming pain, moves it as to not break the delicate glass that was slowly replacing his arms with his body weight. Bile spills from Scott’s mouth as red rapidly stains his clothing and bedspread, everything snapping into place. She’s almost… thankful when she can’t feel her forearms anymore.

The pain isn’t over though and Scott continues to writhe in agony. Shoulders splitting from his torso and ripping more pulsing muscle, but the doll joints he was expecting never come. New arms held to her body by magic alone.

The transformation finally seems to be over and she pushes herself up the bed as best she can to bury her face in her pillows, searching for some way to soothe herself in the wake of what had just happened.

The bile and blood still on the bed gets all over Scott, leaving a sick feeling churning in his gut. She feels gross, dirty… but most of all helpless as she lays there, trying not to pass out from the pain. Desperately hoping for help but knowing it’s never coming.

Death would have been better than this. She thinks as tears course down her face, wetting her pillow as she trembles. She doesn’t even hear Joel behind the roaring of her pounding head, unaware that he’s there… yet.

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I’m so sorry Jimmy, I’m so sorry. I love you.