#Peskymajor

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Imagine how awkward it must've been in the winners room after last life

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incorrect quotes for scott/joel/grian, a rarepair i'm pretty sure i just invented

Grian: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth? Scott: You're a hazard to society. Joel: And a coward. DO TWENTY. Scott: I trust Grian. Joel: You think he knows what he's doing? Scott: I wouldn't go that far. Grian: What did you do with Scott's body? Joel: What didn't I do with the body? Grian:... Joel: Okay, that sounded more sexual than I intended. I disposed of the corpse respectfully. Joel: What do you think Grian will do for a distraction? Scott: He'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That's what I'd do. *Building explodes and several car alarms go off* Scott: ...or he could do that. Joel: Why are you on the floor? Scott: I'm depressed. Scott: Also I was stabbed, can you get Grian, please. Grian: Scott, can you pass the salt? Scott: *Throws Joel across the table* Scott: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon? Joel: I'm a knife. Grian, from across the room: He's the little spoon. Grian: In your opinion, what's the height of stupidity? Joel, turning to Scott: How tall are you? Grian: You have to apologize to Scott. Joel: Fine. Joel: 'Unfuck you' or whatever. Scott: Grian, my old arch enemy. Joel: I thought I was your arch enemy! Scott: I have a life outside of you, Joel. Scott: I told Grian his ears flush when he lies. Joel: Why? Scott: Look. Scott: Hey Grian, do you love us? Grian, covering his ears: No. Scott: My life is in the hands of an idiot! Grian, motioning to himself and Joel: No no no no no, TWO idiots! Scott: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me. Grian: Okay, but in my defense, Joel bet me 50 cents I couldn't drink all that shampoo. Scott: That's not what I wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO?!

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grian and scott are boyfriends because they are my blorbos and i said so

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Mayhaps can I have a Peskymajor

PeskyMajor for your vote!!

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This was fun to draw :3 not my personal taste in ships but very fun!

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Redrew that one Scott pilgrim art as peskymajor :3

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Peskymajor drabble? :3

Here you are! 434 works of peaskymajor! I thank you for your vote! -

Scott just won.

He should be happy.

He was happy, when it happened, but now?

He felt like he couldn’t breath. He felt like the lightning that had struck him down still ran through his veins. Why couldn’t he breath?

“Hey, hey, it’s ok,” there is a hand on his arm and he flinches. Touch is bad, touch is dangerous, but it doesn’t leave, “You don’t have to worry, you’re safe.”

Scott finally manages to peel his eyes open, finding Grian in front of him, smiling softly at him. The hand on his arm travels down, gathering Scott’s shaking fingers in his own.

“Come on Scott, deep breaths for me,” Grian’s voice is incredibly gentle, soft, there is no expectations, just a desire to help, “There we go, that’s it, keep breathing for me.”

Scott isn’t too sure how long they spend there, with Grian just hold his hand and whispering reassurances before he finally felt like he could breath properly and let his eyes look around.

It was a rather empty room, sage green walls and spruce accents, two beds pressed together, a table with a lamp. As far as rooms went, there wasn’t much too it, but he found that soothing. There was nothing dangerous, nothing lurking around a corner to cause him harm.

It was safe.

“Where-” Scott’s voice broke, causing him to stop and clear his throat before trying again, “Where are we? What’s going on.”

“I called it the break room,” Grian replies, hands still holding Scott’s, which he is thankful for, the shaking having yet to stop, “They had sent me here after the first games to let me calm down, and it seems they’ve sent us both here this time.”

Scott remembered that now. How after the first games had ended, Grian hadn’t spawned in with everyone else immediately into the holding world, when he had, he was quiet about where he had gone. Someone had teased him about having gotten a ceremony of some sort for winning, and when Grian hadn’t disagreed everyone had just assumed that was the case.

Now Scott could just imagine him, alone in this room, trying to pull himself together after winning.

Scott couldn’t imagine having to do it alone.

Scott bowed his head forward, resting it on Grian’s chest, breathing in time with him.

“How long do we have?”

“However long you need. Time is a little different here.”

Scott hums.

He’ll question that later, when the shaking subsides and the excitement from win comes back some, but for now he just breaths and works on calming his shaking limbs.

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one of them - Ex-Watcher Scott &. Watcher Grian Fanfic

Rating: Gen

Relationship: Gen

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 1,342

Summary: Grian discovers that Scott is an Ex-Watcher. Scott tries to convince Grian to join him and leave the Watchers.

Based on this headcanon post I made:

Full fanfic underneath the cut! Please reblog, leave kudos on the AO3 fic slash notes/likes here on Tumblr, comment either place, and etc if you enjoy the story :D

“You’re one of Them,” Grian stated flatly, dark eyes narrowed into slits as he kept his attention on Scott.

His muscles tensed as he stopped what he was doing, though he wasn’t necessarily surprised at Grian’s comment. Scott had been wondering how long it would be until they had this conversation, until Grian realized that Scott was– used to be one of Them. 

Scott straightened up, but not before letting an annoyed sound somewhere between a grunt and a huff of air rise in his throat. He couldn’t sense another Player or The Watchers’ presence anywhere near here, ignoring Grian, so he allowed himself to speak freely. Scott assumed Grian did that on purpose. “Yeah, well, so are you. And I’m not one of Them. Not anymore.”

Grian hummed lowly in response, fluffing out his wings. They stared at each other in strained silence for far too long before Grian broke it. “You could always come back, you know. I’m sure They would want you again. You’ve proven yourself extremely capable.”

“Oh yeah?” Scott scoffed, crossing his arms. “And why would I do that? They don’t care about me. Void, they put me through horrors whenever they can manage. I don’t have enough power to fight them against putting me in The Games now that I’m a Player, but they would do much worse to me if they could, if I didn’t want to at least try to help our friends here. Besides, I left for a reason, Grian. Many reasons. If you were smart, you would leave too.”

Grian tightened his fists’ grip, nails digging into his palm. “You know it isn’t that simple.”

“How isn’t it that simple?” Scott’s wings bristled, irritated. “I was brought into this world as a Watcher, yet I found the strength to leave, to become a Player of my own right.”

Scott’s wings were once more tangible, made of feathers and glowing purple eyes like all Watchers of his kind, but they weren’t like that anymore. They were made of stars, only becoming more populated and strong as he evolved further into a different being. Scott wasn’t sure what he was anymore, but he wasn’t like any human or hybrid he knew, and he certainly wasn’t a Watcher. Pointed ears, cyan blue hair, stars all over his skin… a far cry from the glowing purple eyes and eye masks of his old kin.

“That isn’t supposed to be possible,” Grian whispered, sounding smaller than he usually allowed himself to be.

“There is always time for change.” Scott didn’t want to soften with pity, but he did. He’s been in Grian’s place before. He remembered what it was like to be terrified of what would happen if he were to leave. He was petrified imagining what would happen if he were to betray everything he was taught, that he knew. Scott was aware it wasn’t an easy ask, but he had to try. He would have wanted someone to try for him. “You could leave too. I… I tried to persuade you away all those years ago, but you foolishly accepted when We– They brought you into Their ranks.”

“They offered me a way out!” Grian snapped, going on the defensive. “Them accepting me was a mercy. You would have done the same if you were in my position.”

“They are bloodthirsty sadists who get off on Players’ sorrow, terror, and violence.” Scott was getting heated now. “They conduct The Games, put all of us through genuine torture, just for their entertainment! They don’t know the word ‘mercy’, Grian. They always have an alternative motive for the good They seemingly do, but you can escape. It doesn’t have to be this way for you forever.” “Yes it does,” Grian insisted, rigidly slamming down his hand to punctuate his words. “I’m indebted to them. They are- They are good to me.” “So you had to punch Scar to death in a cactus ring?” Scott raised a brow, tone harsh as he attempted to find an old wound. “Riddle your knuckles with sores? Have Scar’s blood on your hands? Is all that something you consider good for you?”

He must have found it for grief and anguish flashed on Grian’s face, yet he murmured, “That’s the price of staying a Player.”

“You have been brainwashed by Their philosophy, Grian.” Scott allowed the star wings to fade away again, finding it more comfortable than having them out. He felt more like a Player without them, even if many winged hybrid Players existed. “They don't care who gets hurt, as long as They have Their entertainment and are properly satiated. They’re gluttons for punishing others. They use you because you’re helpful, a tool to use, but you’re still an outsider. Trust me, I would know. They once talked freely around me.”

Grian didn’t answer as he mulled over Scott’s words, keening uncomfortably. Scott waited only a moment before continuing, taking the conversation in a slightly different direction, “Since you have been one of Them for a while now, I don’t know if you will still need to feed like me if you leave, but there are other emotions you can feed on. Ones not so terrible to inflict.”

He pulled at the end of his red sweater, focusing on his fingers and the way they interacted with the fabric. Grian chewed on his bottom lip, avoiding eye contact. “I… I don’t feed on The Games. They have me go in as a Player to make things run smoothly. They feed on some of my pain as well, but that’s fine. It makes it hurt less.”

Scott’s face contorted with confusion. “How do you feed, then? Don’t you- oh.”

Recognition struck Scott as he recalled all the silly minigames and playful resistances Grian would put on, start, or help conduct on Hermitcraft, the server he called home. Demise, Tag, The Mycelium Resistance, Hermit Challenges, need he go on? That is how Grian would feed! Outside of The Games and doing The Watchers’ will, Grian fed similarly to Scott, with the emotions a Player experiences while playing a game they consented to engage in. It was like Scott inviting people to participate in MCC, or his escape rooms, or build-and-seek, or–

Scott fed ethically, unlike The Watchers, who got their emotions immorally and through torture. Scott fed on what the Player’s freely gave. Scott fed on the Player’s joy, competitive spirit, fun, and playful annoyance. Grian did the same! There was hope for him, after all. 

“You’re not as reliant on The Watchers as I initially thought,” Scott breathed out, feeling more optimistic in Grian’s chances of escaping then he did previously. “I can help you, Grian. I can help you escape Them, but only if you let me.” Grian flattened his wings against his back, standing on guard. “Do you promise?”

“You have my word,” Scott promised, holding out his hand to seal the deal.

Grian eyed his hand, hesitant. “If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

Scott shrugged, unbothered. “I wouldn’t expect anything else.” 

And he didn’t expect anything else, knowing Grian well enough at this point. Honestly, the fact that Grian was even considering taking Scott up on his offer was a huge deal. He had been trying to sway Grian to the side of reason for quite awhile now, though a lot more subtly as to not expose himself.

Luckily for Scott, Grian only waited a half second longer before taking Scott’s outstretched hand in his. The handshake was firm, only lasting for a quick one-two before it broke.

Grian stretched out his macaw branded wings, preparing for flight. “Meet me back here tomorrow. We’ll talk more then.” “I’ll be here,” Scott agreed to Grian’s terms before watching him fly away. Getting Grian untangled from The Watchers would take some work, but Scott was confident. If Scott could manage to leave Them, become a Player, and evolve into his own sort of being separate from The Watchers, then Grian could too. It was all a matter of time.

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Reblog with a picture of your f/o and some vibes and i’ll make them a moodboard

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GUYS LET SCOTT DATE A BRUNETTE FOR ONCE…/silly/lh

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Current Submitted Ships

The bracket will start once I have thirty-two ships and it's all set up. The current ships submitted with their ship names are under the cut. If you know the ship names, feel free to toss it in the reblog tags, the replies, or the ask box :D

QPR Scott/Owen

Scott/Grian (Peskymajor)

Scott/Jimmy/Tango/Martyn (Flower Court)

Scott/Jimmy/Tango (Flower Ranchers)

Scott/Jimmy (Flower Husbands)

Scott/Tango (Snowbugs)

Scott/Martyn (Majorwood)

Scott/Impulse (Scottpulse)

Scott/Fwhip (Scwhip)

Scott/Sausage (Scosage)

Scott/Joel (Scottishbeans/Supernova)

Scott/Shane aka FireBreathMan (MCC Husband)

Scott/Jimmy/Martyn/Shane (Purple Pandas MCC 30)

Scott/CaptainSparkles (Origins SMP)

Scott/Sausage/Jimmy

Scott/Fwhip/Jimmy (Flower Fwhimmy)

Scott/Scar

Scott/Impulse/Skizz

Scott/Oli

ESMP1!Scott x Evil Xisuma

Scott/Joey (Scoey)

QPR Scott/Cleo

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Submitted Ships for SSSB V2 (so far)

Scott/Impulse (Scottpulse)

Scott/Fwhip (Scwhip)

Scott/Fwhip/Jimmy (Scwhimmy)

Scott/Tango (Snowbugs)

Scott/Tango/Martyn

Scott/Tango/Martyn/Jimmy (Flower Court)

Scott/Martyn/Jimmy

Scott/Martyn

QPR Scott/Pearl/Cleo

QPR Scott/Cleo (Chosen Soulmates)

Scott/Owen (Copper Husbands)

QPR Scott/Pearl (Galaxy Duo)

QPR Scott/Pearl/Gem/Cleo

Scott/Skizz/Impulse (Scottskizzpulse)

Scott/Sausage (Scosage)

Scott/Mumbo (Mumscott)

Scott/Skizz (Snowangel)

Scott/Grian (Peskymajor)

Scott/Skizz/Impulse/Jimmy (Divinity Court)

Soctt/Joey (Scoey)

Scott/Jimmy/Tango (Flower Ranchers)

Scott/Etho (Scottho)

Scott/Ren

Scott/Martyn/Ren (Majortreebark)

Results are in! I will be conducting SSSB V2 as soon as I get 32 c!Scott ships submitted to my ask box. This is first come, first served, with no limit on amount of ships one person can submit. I can always run this bracket for V3 if people want later. Bracket starts as soon as get every slot filled and I randomize the bracket.

Please give me the characters names and, if they have one, their ship name. Example: Scott/Jimmy (Flower Husbands)

Flower Husbands can not run because they won V1. The ships can be for romantic or queerplatonic reasons, and this will run under a “live and let ship” rule. Anything goes as long as it is MCYT, moral, and legal.

Please don’t try to put other ships down just because you don’t understand it. Instead, propaganda your ship to try and sway others to your side instead.