#Codlands

[n4me-l0ss]

credits to my amazing wife for letting me use her bracelet making beads

Can you tell what I’m interested in? Can you tell?

[blicketdabest33]

Codlands Mudkip

#0258 Codlands Mudkip, the Disgraced Fish Pokemon Ground type These Pokemon could originally be found in the Ocean Empire, where they were a brilliant blue. Somehow, Mudkip ended up populating the Codlands, where they turned into an ugly shade of green and lost their water typing, along with their ability to evolve. Many trainers despise this Pokemon due to it's overabundance in the swamps and believe it to be an invasive and useless animal. Codlands Mudkip hunting was so popular that the Codfather had to ban it to protect the species from extinction. annndd here's the Codlands. I'll be honest, I thought it was very lame just taking away Swampert's water typing. I almost changed the pokemon, but then i got the idea for this. Disgraced Mudkip, mostly because i hate the color scheme i had to use. Next up: Pixandria!!

[severevoiddragon]

i will absolutely send you a request 👍👍 and it will be that you should draw codfather scott and rivendell jimmy because that would be silly i think

Ok so I haven't done rivendell Jimmy (that will be coming tomorrow, ran out of time today xD), BUT enjoy codfather Scott!

Yes ik it's unshaded. That's a pufferish of peace btw! (Also didn't realise there were like. Designs already maybe? But either way this is my design which is literally just scott wearing jimmy's outfit xD)

[prismadog]

I can't draw it or write it right now, but I have a scene in my head for the jimnoth au, or more specifically, for the future after the ending.

y'all remember that one meme thing where the mom bursts into her kid's room and says "you're having sex!" and the kid just looks at their friend and says "why didn't you tell me, I would've put my book down"

that. except with jimmy and xornoth. and it's scott or grian / lizzie bursting into the room.

so like ---

Xornoth and Jimmy are in Xornoth's bedroom together, both sitting on the bed. Xornoth is reading a book and Jimmy is carving something.

scott: *bursts into Xornoth's bedroom* "You two're having sex!

Xornoth: *barely looks up from their book* we are? Jimmy, why didn't you tell me, I would've put my book down.

Jimmy: *confused fish noises*

or ---

Jimmy and Xornoth are sitting together in Jimmy's house, probably on the couch in the front room. Jimmy is looking over documents for the Council and Xornoth is reading.

Grian: *bursts through Jimmy's front door* you two are having sex!

Jimmy: *barely looks up from his papers* really? Xornoth, why didn't you tell me? I would've put these documents away.

Xornoth: *turns a page* sorry, I know how important your council work is and didn't want to distract you

Grian: *disgruntled fish noises*

[enuode-au]

The Codlands

Represented by: Jimmie Solidarity; Ruler

Titles/names of the representative: Solidarity, the Codfather

Race of the representative: Codfolk, Oceanborne

Race of the population: Mainly Codfolk

Codfolk come from the ocean originally, but migrated out of it due to pressure from other species. They now live amphibiously, with much of their territory being on land while also being able to travel through water easily.

Population size: ~200,000

Alliances: Hoen Yssler, Ocean Empire, Mezalea, Rekhia, Losheedi

Hoen Yssler formed an alliance with the Codlands when the Life dreams affected some of the rulers, including Skott and Jimmie. Neither had any issue with it, despite rarely interacting before.

Lizzie is Jimmie’s half-sister, and because they have a good relationship with each other, they are close allies.

Since Mezalea is so closely allied with the Ocean Empire, it’s natural that the Codlands would be allied with Mezalea as well.

The Codlands are very open to trading with the citizens of Rekhia, and out of respect, Pix secured an alliance with the Codlands.

Losheedi is allied with (almost) everyone.

Political strength: #10

The Codlands, though tight-knit and growing exponentially, are still seen as weak due to their origin. The Codfolk had migrated out of the ocean to seek refuge against discrimination and war, and found themselves in an amphibious country.

Exports: Slime products, algae, clay

Type of government: Direct Democracy

Flag: Two horizontal stripes; top stripe is lime green, bottom is evergreen. A fish is drawn in the center in black and filled in with a pale green.

Climate: Wet and humid above water, calm and lukewarm below water.

Summer: The temperatures get high, and combined with the humidity, many non-Codfolk don't stick around for long.

Fall: The temperatures cool considerably, but there is little wind and lots of humidity. The falling leaves add a lot of debris in the water.

Winter: The temperatures are comfortably low, and the humidity lessens but doesn't go away completely. It never gets cold enough to snow.

Spring: The mangrove trees bloom, making the swamp prone to bugs and debris in the water. It rains a lot, which keeps the temperatures mild.

Appearance on a Map:

[empiressheadcanons]

So I headcanon that in the cod empire they wear masks that are often based on bird or wolf skulls and they decorate them ALOT, specifically with beads, feathers and slime preserved flowers! The masks normally have protection runes carved into them as well!

Jimmy's CodFather head actually along with the protection runes also has runes that connect him with the swamp (like think that if the swamp gets pretty damaged he'll feel it) along with runes that give him night vision and water breathing!!

hell yeah that’s sick!!

[phosphorus-noodles]

alright ok maybe I’m also thinking about my empires ocs now

[tinapaysmp]

You know what? I think I will turn Wilbur into fWhip's boyfriend in my crossover.

[joifee]

A moment alone

sunset in the codlands

[syn4k]

if tumblr existed in empires s1 then the dashboard would look a little bit like this i think

🏜️ cactus-abolitionist

MY CAT JUST RAN OUTSIDE IN THE MIDDLE OF A SANDSTORM IM

🌿 theres-no-place-like-gnome Follow

oh no are they okay?? i don't know how serious sandstorms are but maybe you could go after them?

🏜️ cactus-abolitionist

Sand blowing past you at upwards of 75kmh. It's also really hot sand. It's been known to literally strip the flesh off of bones wait post cancelled my cat just walked back in she's fine guys

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🏺 clay-the-dirt-man Follow

visiting the Mythlands today and me and my family found a neat lil natural floating island while hiking

🏺 clay-the-dirt-man Follow

to the people in my notes going "what the fuck": have y'all never heard of physics?

🥀 remorse-is-remorse-of-course Follow

OP WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU LIVE WHERE THIS IS NORMAL

🏺 clay-the-dirt-man Follow

western mezalea?? lol

🔧 verylostmechanic Follow

well that explains a lot.

🏺 clay-the-dirt-man Follow

Can I Help You

🔧 verylostmechanic Follow

ain't emperor joel dating a fish

🏺 clay-the-dirt-man Follow

yeah, they're married. Isn't Emperor Joey a demonfucker????

#dude why are the notes arguing over the ethics of being ruled by a demon 😭 what the fuck #op im so sorry

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🌸 prismarined Follow

...i'm in this class thats being taught by the headmaster today and she smells like weed. i'm not gonna say anything but like. what

🦦 i-like-otters

yeah the academy's just like that. as long as she's not like, actively dying or anything she's probably fine??? idk o7

#reblog

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⌛️ thelittlesandthatcan Follow

I JUST GOT BACK FROM A BUSINESS TRIP WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THE COPPER KING'S GONE

🐟 kelpieselkie Follow

I DONT KNOW I DONT LIVE THERE BUT apparently nobody expected it either?? like some people are saying it was the Dragon Fight that did it (i know Emperor Joey came out with statements that Emperor Riffs actually helped kill the dragon and unleash the demon but its been two days and we all know that he hates that guy so idk) but nobody actually knows anything. it's crazy bro

⌛️ thelittlesandthatcan Follow

my mom said the royal housekeepers found a note from him alongside like everything he owned but they're not saying what's on the note yet. holy shit

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🐠 fishfucker997

this will definitely have an impact on the local trout population

🏰 all-the-kings-hen Follow

the Guardian of the Thirteenth Empire just died and you're worried about fish???? be for real omg

🐠 fishfucker997

have you people never heard of references in your life

🏰 all-the-kings-hen Follow

why are you interacting with me i literally have "codlanders dni" in my bio

🐠 fishfucker997

my brother in cod you literally reblogged this from me??

🐠 fishfucker997

they blocked me lmao

#how is this post only 2 days old

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🐪 camel Follow

she dragon fight on my copper king til i disappear

elvfish-deactivated-20210503

who the hell let a camel onto this site lol

🐪 camel Follow

You will die at age 87 with nobody to mourn you and no stars still shining to watch you go.

#911 i just witnessed a murder

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🌻 helantheia

anyone know who made emperor pearl's dress? it's really pretty :0

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📷 desertphotography

West of the River of Plenty, Pixandria

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[captain-writes]

Everyone stared at the scars on Count Fwhip’s body, the many scars across his chest and back now fully exposed by the way his shirt and jacket had become tattered in the explosion. He knelt near the center of the explosion site, still having attempted to defuse the device in order to allow others to escape.

Fwhip’s arms came up to try to block the view of his chest, but between his chest and back both being on display, there was nothing he could do to hide his body completely from sight.

He heard the sound of footsteps approaching him and he curled up even tighter, trying to hide from whoever was approaching.

He heard no words following the footsteps stopping in front of him, though he could tell that the figure had crouched down and was doing something.

Fwhip felt cloth fall over his shoulders, covering his body from the gaze of onlookers.

When he glanced up, he was shocked to find Jimmy crouched in front of him. Upon further inspection, the Codfather had given Fwhip his cloak. That was not something to be done lightly. Not in Oceanic cultures. Especially not when done by the ruler of the Codlands.

A Selkie’s coat was their life. To give his to Fwhip, to hide the scars that were so clearly on display, that meant something. Fwhip didn’t know exactly what, but it was something.

Fwhip finally let himself cry, feeling the exposure, the vulnerability of his lack of clothing so keenly now that he was safe from view. Jimmy hid even that from onlookers, pulling Fwhip close and letting the other man hide his tears against Jimmy’s chest or neck.

“I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

Fwhip, against all odds, believed him.

[blicketdabest33]

Practice Sketch of the Codlands Mudkip

Jimmy named his pokemon 'Muddy', as per @marabelle5's idea So i drew de boi, de adorable boi

[lolli-popples]

In my mind Mythland is a bit of a cross between how I imagine the Undergrove and Helanthia's food sources. Like the Undergrove is very focused on hunting and foraging in the woods, whereas Helanthia is crop-focused, and I imagine Mythland having a mix of both (because it's in a dark oak forest but also has extensive crop fields).

Also, I think I generally associate Mythland with medieval Europe which is closely related with wheat and so I see that as their main crop, whereas Helathia I have an association with farming and crops from the Americas (corn, beans, gourds, etc)

Anyway, that's my 2 cents.

(Oh, and I feel like there's a good argument for the Lost Empire growing corn if you look at the cultures it's based on but I'm not gonna get into that.)

So like…there are potatoes and cacao in empires because there are potatoes and cacao in minecraft which means that clearly trade has been established with the americas they have a mixture of european and american crops.

So its plausible that at least one empire grows corn as a staple crop.

Anyway, how is everyone else’s night going?

That is a genuine question if anyone wants to answer I’m procrastinating at work.

[deputy-jude]

I decided to draw over one of my oldest Flower husbands drawings, i'm actually really happy with this <3

I miss my vibrancy, but i don't think it would've fit with what i was kinda going for, i'll experiment with my colours soon, i promise (to myself)

Anyways I don't think the flower husbands would have a ring bearing ceremony, I think tying the knot just fits them more. Engagement rings? Sure, but they aren't that important to them.

I wanted to write their vows <3

"Scott, you've been a constant ever since I took over the codlands, whether you were teasing me or defending me, because clearly you couldn't pick a side. Ha-ha. It was comforting to see you around. I love you so much, and i'm so luck to be able to call you my husband in just a few minutes (if I manage to get through this without crying, anyways.)

You are as ethereal as you are human, the way you laugh, the way you make the people around you laugh, you know yourself, and you've helped me find parts of myself i didn't know existed. I love you. So, so much. I want to see every corner of your soul, and stay with you until the end, (or for however long you want me.)"

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁ ✿ ❀༺ ˎˊ-

"Jimmy, codfather, and my betrothed. I grew up not ever thinking I would have a say in who I marry, and I almost didn't. I will never regret fighting for us. For our love. Because now we get to unite our empires, and intertwine our souls (as the universe seems to love seeing us together.)

I know I've poked fun at you before, but I mean it when I say: you are the most beautiful, genuine soul I've ever met. I don't know how long we'll have, I couldn't tell you what the future held if you begged, but You will be part of it. That, you can count on. I love you, Jimmy."

[wonderinqrache]

Miscellaneous stuff for Reincarnated Villain AU

Ren is a wolf hybrid from Rivendell and the president of the theatre club. He’s got a weird scar around his neck and only Martyn knows how he got it. And of course, he tells a different story each time he's asked about it.

Martyn is from Mythland. He is both a student council member and Ren's vice. They act so gay everyone wonders "are they actually dating this time or is this another bit?" The answer changes every week and only they know the truth.

Etho, Tango, Impulse, Mumbo, Zedaph, and Pearl are part of the redstone engineering club, with Pearl as the newest member.

Tango is the Blazeborn Prince of the Nether. He, like Scott, is a reincarnator. His past self was a game programmer.

Zedaph is a sheep hybrid from the Grimlands. He is Tango's second best friend in the original game.

Scar is a half-elf half-vex hybrid and the son of a famous wandering merchant from Pixandria. His best friend is Cub.

Cub is a vex hybrid from the Pixandria. He has a concerning interest in skulk. His best friend is Scar.

Cleo is a zombie mutant from Mezalea. They are not an official member of the student council and therefore have less power than the rest of the members (she has as much authority as a teacher while the others have as much authority as the vice headmaster). They are good friends with Joe.

Joe is from Mezalea and the leader of the literature club. He is good friends with Cleo.

Xisuma is a voidwalker from the End. He is a teacher.

Beef is Sausage’s cousin. His best friend is Etho.

Bdubs is from the Undergrove. He has a lot of fear and respect for Scott. He dated Etho at some point but they decided to just be friends. Also Etho's parents did not approve.

Keralis is from Mezalea. He is a teacher.

Xb is a guardian hybrid from the Ocean Empire. He is a teacher.

Scott is still upset about the Un-Engagement and wants to get revenge on Jimmy somehow without causing any actual harm. This will result in a series of pranks that do nothing but annoy Jimmy a little. Like freezing his drinks and making his food cold.

The Codlands swamp is part of the Ocean Empire. Mythland had a very short war with the Ocean Empire over it. It was decided that the Codlands was a saltwater swamp and not a freshwater swamp, therefore it belongs to the Ocean Empire.

The Crystal Cliffs does not exist because Gem is still a student and didn't leave the Grimmlands to set up the empire yet.

Shrub is not here because her world didn't get destroyed by demon Xornoth.

[wren-kitchens]

i will still come around when the time for sleep is through

3000 words

curious as ever, jimmy swims slowly to the surface, careful to avoid being spotted before he can figure out why in the name of void smajor is at the codlands in the middle of the night. is- could he be looking for jimmy? well, obviously he’s here for some reason, and jimmy highly doubts that it's to do a midnight trade deal, but- could the king of rivendell really be looking for him? oddly enough, smajor appears to have dressed hastily; clothes far less formal than jimmy has ever seen them, a shawl draped haphazardly around his shoulders in what seems to have been an afterthought. his gloves, jimmy notes, are the only orderly thing about him.

this has been finished for like a week now but I keep forgetting to post it lol

flower husbands for the soul 👍

a catfish flicks a clump of seagrass into jimmy's face, and he lazily opens an eye as he floats across the bottom of the swamp. the fish has the self awareness to look sheepish as it swims away, and jimmy closes his eyes again. he knows smajor (and several other rulers, but he doesn't care as much about their opinions) would think him even lesser than they already consider him to be if they knew he very literally sleeps with the fish, but he can't find it in himself to care all that much. after all, beds—in jimmy's opinion—are just for setting a respawn point; they’re far too uncomfortable to actually sleep in.

people make such a fuss about beds; all gilded canopies and satin spreads to show off wealth and luxury, when all one really needs is a soft bank of sand and silt. even lizzie has a bed, although she has since told jimmy that it was only for show, admitting that the ocean floor is so much more comfortable, but a grand bed makes an impression. jimmy doesn’t have the resources to waste on a bed he'd never use, and he can’t be bothered to find any, so he never has. which has now led to him getting smacked in the face with seagrass for the second time in five minutes.

"do you mind?" jimmy huffs, opening his eyes again to see the same catfish floating next to him. "i’m trying to- what?"

the catfish flicks the seagrass in his mouth and swims off, and as jimmy spits it out, he notices a foreign shape at the surface of the water. in fact- no, not foreign at all; if those colours are what jimmy think they are, then that's-

curious as ever, jimmy swims slowly to the surface, careful to avoid being spotted before he can figure out why in the name of void smajor is at the codlands in the middle of the night. is- could he be looking for jimmy? well, obviously he’s here for some reason, and jimmy highly doubts that it's to do a midnight trade deal, but- could the king of rivendell really be looking for him? oddly enough, smajor appears to have dressed hastily; clothes far less formal than jimmy has ever seen them, a shawl draped haphazardly around his shoulders in what seems to have been an afterthought. his gloves, jimmy notes, are the only orderly thing about him.

jimmy pops his head above the water. "smajor? you're- what are you doing here?"

smajor turns so fast, jimmy wouldn't be surprised if he strained a muscle in the process. "codfather?" voice almost frantic, he moves over to the water in a very un-smajor-like way. his eyes land on jimmy, and something in his shoulders seems to relax.

"you- are you okay?" jimmy frowns, swimming over to the shore, a little concerned. smajor has a very holier-than-thou attitude when it comes to the swamp, so to see him here with no apparent reason is odd to say the least. not that he’s complaining about seeing him here, just- it's odd.

"i’m- I am perfectly fine." smajor says, entirely unconvincingly. something in jimmy's chest aches as he notices that smajor's hands are shaking. "i'd- I have to ask if you yourself are alright, codfather, seeing as you appear to be sleeping in a river." smajor says, clearly aiming for his usual cold indifference and falling short. it feels- almost inappropriate to witness smajor like this, but at the same time, jimmy wants to help—more than he expected to. 

so jimmy gives what he hopes sounds like an offended scoff and folds his arms, tail keeping him afloat. he sinks a little lower in the water, and hopes that smajor is too distracted by whatever it is he’s dealing with right now to have noticed. "I have tried almost every bed in the world, and none of them have been remotely comfortable."

something shifts in smajor's expression, and he looks almost disappointed, which jimmy does not understand in the slightest. "I cannot imagine the seafloor being more comfortable."

"then you'd be surprised." jimmy says, unfolding his arms and swimming closer to where smajor stands on his dock. "I can’t imagine you ever tried it, anyway." with some effort, he hoists himself up onto the platform, tail vanishing as he does so. 

"no, I have not." smajor says, oddly quiet.

jimmy leans against one of the pillars, facing smajor, who now sits in an oddly formal way, shaking hands clasped in his lap. "you should. at some point anyway- you’re basically immortal, right?"

"I- yes." smajor's face remains unreadable. "not many ways to kill me."

"there you go." jimmy waves a hand in a vague gesture. "what's the point of immortality if you don't try new stuff?"

smajor looks up, and his eyes look- almost clearer as he raises an eyebrow. "but you won't try beds?" there's some of that amused judgement in his voice, and jimmy almost grins.

"I tried them, I just didn’t like them." he corrects. "honestly, they’re just so- constricting. I don’t know why anyone sleeps in them voluntarily; it's like being suffocated."

smajor gives a little scoff, almost inaudible. "i’ve heard that's your opinion on formal clothes too. is that why I don't see you in my meetings anymore?"

jimmy blinks, a little taken aback. that is why he doesn’t like formal clothes, but the only people he complained to about that were lizzie and joel—and they definitely are not friendly enough with smajor to have mentioned it. "I- no, I just- they were frustrating."

"oh?" smajor frowns, and something about the way he does makes jimmy feel like he didn’t do it intentionally. 

"joey, mainly." jimmy admits, and smajor scoffs again.

"hardly surprising." smajor says, a slight softness around his eyes. "i’ve never met a man so capable of being so irritating."

jimmy grins. "is that 'cause he keeps trying to flirt with your brother?"

smajor groans, and jimmy laughs as he pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "no, it's because my brother is being insufferable about joey flirting with them."

"they- its reciprocal?" jimmy gapes. smajor looks up, takes one look at jimmy's expression and covers his mouth, a smile in his eyes. jimmy finds himself warming to it despite himself. if smajor is happier, it's worth a little teasing. "don’t laugh at me- how in the name of void would I know?" 

"I think, codfather, having a pair of functional eyes would suffice." smajor says, something like amusement lacing his tone. his hands have stopped shaking. 

jimmy gives an exasperated huff, glancing back at the water. "the amount of times i've been told that- it's just getting ridiculous now."

"well, if you keep missing things, it's to be expected." jimmy turns to smajor to find his expression reserved once again—something moving behind his eyes.

jimmy looks at him for a moment. "why are you here, smajor?"

apparently unconsciously, smajor tugs at the cuffs of his gloves. "do you.. have you-" he clears his throat, nervous. "what do oceanfolk think about past lives?"

jimmy blinks. "I don't- we don't really have that kind of thing? y’know- we live for thousands of years, me and lizzie are immortal, it's- i’ve never really thought about it."

"I- right. yes- of course, that was- that was a foolish question." smajor says, beginning to stand up as if to leave. something jolts in jimmy's chest. "I should-"

"hey- no, wait." without really thinking, jimmy grabs his hand. smajor practically freezes, seemingly shocked by jimmy's sudden reaction. "what do you mean?"

smajor hesitates before sitting down again, rubbing a gloved thumb against the back of jimmy's hand unconsciously. jimmy finds himself suppressing a smile at it. "in rivendell, past lives are- it's believed that we all have one. sometimes we have dreams of- y’know. who we used to be."

jimmy tilts his head in interest. "how do you know they’re about a past life and not just like- regular dreams?"

"there's a kind of.. familiarity to them." smajor says, voice soft. "almost nostalgic, honesty. it's often as if i’m looking through an old diary i’d forgotten about."

"oh." jimmy feels a little winded. "how do- are they always.. good?"

something shifts in smajor's expression, unreadable. although- something about it suggests that it isn't entirely meant to be unreadable. "no. I- many of the ones i’ve had are.." he glances at jimmy's eyes, something sad flickering across his face for a fraction of a second. "they’re- they aren't always good."

"I think- I think i’ve. had those." jimmy says haltingly, and smajor watches him intently. "but- they've all had people I know? it doesn't- statistically speaking, that's unlikely, right? like- my past life interacted with their past lives?"

"i’d have to argue that it's fate." smajor says, and there's something almost melancholy about the way he says it.

"nothing i’m seeing seems to have anything to do with fate." jimmy huffs. "joel had a dog named geraldine and he was trying to sell everyone dead bushes."

much to jimmy's surprise, smajor sits upright, eyes fixed on his own. "you- do you not see anything else?"

a little startled, jimmy shakes his head. "I don't- i always thought they were just weird dreams, I didn't really pay attention to them much."

there it is again—that upset flickering across smajor's face, vanishing before jimmy can decipher what it means. "that's such a you thing to do." smajor says instead, scoffing a little. oddly enough, it doesn’t sound mocking, rather.. disappointed.

"it- how would I know?" jimmy says suddenly, realising that he does not want to see smajor looking that sadly at him any longer. "th- if i’d seen anything else, I mean."

"I- I would assume you remember." smajor says, apparently taken aback. "if you don't- you said, oceanfolk don’t have past lives?"

"no, I just- how do-" come on words, don’t fail him now. "I assumed they were- your brain can’t create new faces, even when asleep, right? so I just- I assumed that's what it was."

"you- so you may remember something else?" smajor says, a spark of what jimmy can only call hope in his eye.

jimmy shrugs, a little helpless. "I don’t know. I never- I mean, I just thought they were dreams, y’know?" he pulls his knees to his chest, resting his chin on them. it's not exactly the most well-mannered thing he's ever done, but this little meeting is far from formal, so he doesn’t care. "it- I always felt. I don’t know, like there was something missing?"

smajor looks torn between two conflicting feelings—neither of which jimmy can even begin to parse. "missing? how so?"

"just- i’d wake up, and i’d remember bits and pieces in such vivid detail, but.. there always felt like i’d forgotten huge chunks." jimmy says, finding it a little difficult to bring himself to look anywhere other than smajor's face. "I remember small stuff like- like there were no dark oak trees, or the weird monopoly on an enchanting table, or that the place I lived had someone else there- but I can't even remember who?"

smajor blinks back something that looks almost like grief, and jimmy can’t imagine what he could have said to elicit such a response. "I see." his voice is weirdly cold, and jimmy wants to take back whatever it was that made it happen. "the missing chunks.. do you have any idea what they could be?"

jimmy shakes his head, more apologetic than perhaps he should be. "it's just nothing. I don't- is there some reason that is, with your past lives?"

hesitating only for a moment, smajor nods. "it- it typically happens when you recall something or someone.. incredibly important to you." he glances away, and jimmy almost wants to take his hand again in order to keep him from running off. "generally speaking, it takes something related to whatever the memories are to trigger their return."

"is there a way I can do that?" jimmy asks, and he can't quite understand why smajor looks so upset.

"I don’t know." smajor says, shortly. "i’m- my apologies, but I must leave. I made- I shouldn't have come." he starts to stand again, and jimmy stares at him. "i’m sorry I disrupted your sleep, codfather."

"you- do you have to go?" jimmy says, pushing himself to his feet. "I- did I say something?"

smajor gives a ghost of a smile, something so deeply sad shadowing his eyes. "nothing you said. i’m- it's merely late." 

he turns to leave, spreading his wings, and jimmy reaches out on instinct to stop him- barely managing to catch smajor's wrist as he does-

there are butterflies in jimmy's stomach as scott tucks the poppy into his own hair, talking so casually about how they are husbands now- apparently completely oblivious to just how flustered jimmy has become at the concept. he takes jimmy's hand, staying close as they venture further into the cave, and all the while jimmy can think of nothing else but the man beside him. void- the idea of scott as jimmy's husband? gosh. 

scott smiles in that stupidly fond way, and jimmy could just die right here as scott strokes his hand carefully through his hair. in the quiet of the night, with only their soft voices and the crackling of the fire to break the gentle silence, it could truly just be the two of them in the whole world.

the worry in scott's eyes as jimmy desperately tries to assure him (and maybe himself too) makes his heart ache. neither of them want to say it, but both of them are thinking the exact same thing: if jimmy does die one final time, where does he go? and more importantly- will they ever see each other again?

jimmy's last moments are spent staring at scott—watching the dawning horror reflect on his husband's face and realising simultaneously that their worst fears have come to pass. and yet, even as jimmy's vision fades to black, he can’t help but notice just how gorgeous scott's eyes look in the light of the sun peeking through the windows.

gasping for breath he didn't know he'd lost, jimmy struggles to sit upright against the dock—head pounding as if he had fallen backwards. smajor- scott- he is in front of him, eyes wide and panicked as he grasps jimmy's hand, cradling the back of his head.

"aeor- codfather, are you alright?" scott says, and- oh void, it's really him- and he knew-

jimmy pushes himself up, sitting properly as he catches his breath. scott (is that even his name anymore?) watches with apparent fear in some attempt to prevent it from happening again. 

"you- you remembered it all," jimmy breathes, and scott's eyes widen with understanding and something so deep, jimmy isn't sure there's a word for it. "didn't you? you knew who I was- all this time."

scott nods, tears beginning to shine in his eyes. "I- I knew. I am sorry I didn’t tell you, I wasn't sure-"

scott doesn’t have time to finish, because jimmy has pulled him into a hug that feels so incredibly long awaited—especially as scott sinks so readily into his arms. "i’m so sorry." jimmy says into scott's hair. "you waited so long- i’m sorry I took all this time."

"I don’t care." scott whispers, and the softness of his voice is reminiscent of every quiet evening in their cottage, falling asleep in each other's arms in front of the fire and almost forgetting where they were. "you're worth every second. oh, jimmy." 

"I love you." jimmy buries his face in scott's shoulder, pressing a kiss to his neck as he does so. "I- I can’t believe I- oh void. I love you so much- i’m so sorry."

scott is laughing, and he sounds like he might be crying too, and that alone brings tears to jimmy's eyes. "it's okay- you’re here. i’m never letting you go again."

it takes a long moment for either of them to regain enough composure to pull away, to wipe away the tears and do anything other than hold each other close. when they do, scott is smiling and still crying and he’s the most beautiful thing jimmy has ever seen. 

jimmy reaches up to cup his face, and he sinks into him within a second. "you’re so different- you’re so fancy. where's the cottagecore builder I knew?" he gives a teasing smile, blinking back tears. 

"I don't- I don't think i’m the one who changed the most." scott rests his hand against jimmy's, laughing wetly as jimmy scoffs in joking indignation. "love, you’re a fish."

jimmy can’t help but laugh. "am- am I a handsome fish at least?"

there's a fondness in scott's eyes, so great that jimmy thinks he could probably die right here. "the most handsome. oh, darling." he whispers, tears springing from his eyes again. "i’d almost given up. I thought- you must have been someone else."

"i’m so sorry." jimmy says again, voice breaking. "you know- if- if it's any consolation. I think I was falling for you again."

scott laughs, wiping his tears away. "you’re such a sap." he smiles. "you always have been."

"I loved you since the day we met in that cave." jimmy presses his forehead against scott's. "you- I always assumed you knew, but- you meant the world to me. you mean the world to me. you’re my home." he gives a little grin, tearing up again.

scott makes a noise that sounds like a broken gasp. "you- you want me to say it, don’t you?"

"a little." jimmy rubs a thumb across scott's cheek, and he laughs.

"it's home?" scott smiles, and jimmy's mind reels. void, how he’s missed him- without even knowing.

jimmy presses a soft kiss to scott's lips. "home."