#couldn't blame fwhip even if i wanted to

[spyglahass]

couldn't help myself

and neither could fwhip lol

JDBWIBDWUHDHS YEAH !!!!!!

this is so great and absolutely canon i love it so so much

[thecoddaughter]

Pearl, Gem, & Lizzie as The History of Man by Maisie Peters

Tale as old as honey

Pearl being created, surrounded by watchers

A moment everybody knows

The moment turning into the stainglass style of big moments 

Yeah, I'm sure there was heartbreak

Each of the victors standing in front of their glass

Inside the walls of Jericho

Zooms out to see the exterior of the Hall of Memories floating in the Void 

I couldn't believe it

Younger Pearl floating through the Void, staring down an elder Watcher

How you could just stop wanting me?

Being exiled to Evo

You burnt down Easter Island

Evo building up to the entering the End together

As if it wasn't sacred, as if it wasn't sacred to me

Being forced to fight the Dragon alone, floating in the Void alone

I've seen it, in the poems and the sands

Exiting the End, with the Watcher’s reading out how Grian joined them again, landing on an isolated beach

I've pleaded, with the powers and their plans

Her finding her way back to the Void and convincing them to send her somewhere

I tried to rewrite it but I can't

Sitting in her tower, aware Grain had infiltrated the Empires Realm risking it all 

It's the history, the history of man

A portal opening and her getting access to the Hermit Realm

She stays up, he's sleeping like a lamb

Pearl working hard to figure things out, Sausage asleep nearby

She begs him, he says he doesn't understand

Pearl’s “death” in the Empires Realm and King Sasuage’s death 

She loves him, more than anyone ever has in the history, the history of man

Saint Pearlo being founded 

It's the history of man (yep)

Sausage of Santuary dedicating his life to Saint Pearlo

You didn't even falter

Gem looking at Fwhip after he destroyed the Empires Realm

Didn't look back once, did you?

Escaping with him, only to take a portal one day and not return herself

So Samson blamed Delilah, but given half the chance I

Gem watching all the Hermits having these strange pre-determined friendships no one can’t even explain

I would have made him weaker too

Her looking at Pearl and feeling that unexplainable friendship 

Sirens sounded, trumpets blaring

GeminiSlay being titled, fight scenes and whatnot

You walked out oh, without sweating

Spinning around Gem altering forms, unknowingly teleporting most nights

I've seen it, in the poems and the sands

Gem landing in Secret Life feeling something off

I've pleaded, with the powers and their plans

Gem unknowingly picking a former victor and a runner-up place for her team

I tried to rewrite it but I can't

Her staring confused at her gibberish spellbook next to her secret book

It's the history, the history of man

She fiddles with the Watcher charm Pearl gave her while staring at the secret keeper

She stays up, he's sleeping like a lamb

Gem staying over at Etho’s, questioning why something feels wrong about him being her brother

She begs him, he says he doesn't understand

She her charm symbol scratched into Scar’s floor and asks but he won’t tell 

She loves him more than anyone ever has in the history (history)

Images flickering between Fwhip and Etho

The history of man

Gem lingering in portals longer than safe

He stole her youth and promised heaven

Pearl fighting with the Watchers 

The men start wars yet Troy hates Helen

Grian get punished with being in charge of the Death Games, but still Pearl gets the short end of the stick

Women's hearts are lethal weapons

Gem going through the effects of the Boogieman Curse

Did you hold mine and feel threatened?

Her kneeling bloody in front of Pearl 

Hear my lyrics, taste my venom

Gem floating through the void and losing her memory again

You are still my great obsession

Gem finding Pearl and staying close to her

I've seen it, in the poems and the sands

Lizzie washing up on the beach in Empires Realm as the Ocean Queen

I've pleaded, with the powers and their plans

Lizzie falling through the Void after dying, meeting the watchers

I tried to rewrite it but I can't

Flashes of Jimmy dying soon after

It's the history (history), the history of man

Lizzie trying to hold onto her memories as they flash before her

I stay up, you're sleeping like a lamb

Lizzie waking up in SOS Realm [there may not be lore, but there is always lore]

I beg you and you don't understand

She tries to explain it to Joel but his memories are too blocked

I hold on, I try to hold your hand

Them holding hands but Joel looking distant

I save you a seat, and then you say you wanna stand

She watches him as he mindlessly portal jumps

So you'll lose me, the best you'll ever have

Lizzie sitting alone on SOS Realm

It's the history, the history of man

Flashes to Pearl and Gem feeling like they are missing someone

[siriannatan]

Some eldritch Jimmy with side of flower husbands…

I got this little idea in-between wither hubby one-shots so here it is :}

AO3

Ever since he found the hat and the badge Jimmy had this weird feeling he was missing something. Some part of him... That he forgot something. He barely remembered who he was before the hat actually. 

That weird feeling only got worse when he found and rescued the old sheriff.

It was so bad that after the... bridge incident, he went back to that cave to investigate. There was no way the man was fully stuck there. There were tools. Too many supplies for it to be an accidental cave-in. It looked more like he was ... hiding. But from what? Or who... And it wasn't anywhere close to where he found the hat.

Another funny thing.

When he came back from the investigation the old man was gone. The man was gone. All his things were gone. Several bottles of doubtful quality alcohol Jimmy managed to brew, gone too. No note, no message. Nothing. Just gone.

And Jimmy was even more confused. He seemed to like it in Tumble Town. He seemed really interested in teaching Jimmy how to be a better sheriff... 

'Do I even want to be a sheriff?' Jimmy thought. Almost nothing good has happened to him since he found the damn hat and badge...

Is it even your memory? a little voice in his head asked. 

Was it? He had barely any memories from before the hat...

Who are you even without it? Who is Jimmy?

The voice was right. Who was he outside the toy sheriff? Was he always this tiny? He couldn't remember anymore but it did annoy him... So probably not? Who was he outside being the sheriff? Who was he outside making sure other empires weren't attacked by bandits? Who was he without the hat pulling him along?

No one... did he even exist before he picked up the hat?

He was so busy thinking he didn't notice the hat pulling him somewhere until a group of pillagers was shouting at him. At spawn. He was at spawn by fWhip's plan for the meeting hall and everyone was there. Even the old man and...

Jimmy was tired of being pulled like this. Of people completely ignoring everything he did. Making fun of him. Of being made to do stuff he did not want to do. Of limits. And there were only two things he could blame for it.

The hat and the badge.

"Don't do it boy!" the old sheriff yelled at him, shocking everyone.

Not it was not the hat or the badge. It was this. Damn. Old. Man.

Jimmy just laughed and tore the badge away from his shirt. It almost felt like it screamed too. And he pulled the hat off. The kind of screaming stopped and... And he was free.

"No more rules, old man. Rules are boring!" Jimmy yelled, dropping the cursed things. He had half mind to just step on them. They did nothing but hurt him. And he felt so much lighter now, and memories were coming back to him.

He was no sheriff. He was no man of the law. All Law ever did was try and limit him. Chain him down. He could not help but laugh and laugh and laugh as his wings stretched and flapped. Both sets. He ran a hand through his hair and stretched. His normal height was back. No more hat on his head. No more need to be a perfect, prim and proper little sheriff.

"You guys really chose a bad moment to show up," he looked at the pillagers with pity. It was not his old gang. They most likely ran as far as they could once he was gone and were hoping he'd never find them again. Cowards...

"You think we'll be afraid just cuz yer ain't tiny anymore, sheriff?" the illager leader huffed. "Get 'em, boys."

Jimmy grinned. "No helping, I really need a good stretch after that damned hat," he barely glanced at the shocked group of leaders behind him. Scott looked very worried. "I'll be fine, they're just a bunch of idiots who need numbers to get anything done," he added to maybe calm the pretty man. Scott was a bit nicer... and damn pretty. Scott was okay for now but only because Jimmy liked his face. He'd think about others later. Scott was just too sparkly to not put on the list of pretty things to steal.

For now he had different things to think about. Like how to deal with the idiots charging at him. There was a very simple solution. "When in doubt just punch," Jimmy grinned as the first illager reached him and punched him as hard as he could sending him flying a good distance back and landing with a nasty sound. "I ain't no sheriff anymore, so I ain't gotta be nice," he chuckled as a black, tar-like shadowy substance started to drip off his wings.

He was going to have fun.

Scott had a weird feeling he was the only person worried about what was wrong with Jimmy in a 'is he going to be okay' way and not a 'are we going to be okay' way. The tar thing did not look like it was good for Jimmy's new, pretty golden wings - he had to quickly put it away asking if Jimmy would give him a few for another time. And punching illagers was usually not a good idea but Jimmy didn't seem to mind that much. He'd probably regret it later when he realised how much his knuckles probably would hurt from all this punching.

"What happened?" fWhip asked blinking at the ball of rage the usually nice sheriff was now. "And what do we do about it?"

"There ain't nothing we can do... He broke the old witch's magic... Ol'Goldie, it would seem was too much..." the old sheriff said. He was already starting to retreat. Likely the reason behind the seal. "He doesn't seem too hostile... just don't give him reasons to want you dead and... you should be okay... he... he's something different. Be careful," he said, nodded and just booked it in the other direction. 

"Well, I am and good terms with him now and whatever the hat was is sure creepy to lock all that into a toy," Joel nodded but he did not look too convinced. His agreement was with the Law. Not ol'Goldie as the old sheriff called Jimmy. "Any idea what Jimmy is, miss Shubble?" the got asked the witch.

"No... I think I read about something similar ages ago but that was much bigger and scarier. Like fifteen feet tall, all eyes, wings and claws and stuff..." she said very unsure. 

"So a smaller version of that thing?" Sausage offered, maybe hoping it meant Jimmy wasn't as scary as the old sheriff made him sound.

Scott had his doubts but he'd rather keep an eye on Jimmy. As much as Sheriff Jimmy was annoying this new Jimmy was interesting. He did hear legends of a cursed bandit with inhuman abilities. Could it be... about Jimmy? That would be...

Oh. Jimmy was done with bandits and ready to follow them... So Scott did the most logical thing and grabbed the former sheriff. "It's okay Jimmy, you can punch them if they ever come back... Your hands are bleeding. Come on, someone should look at that," Scott just talked. He had no plan but he was not to have Jimmy run into some trap or bandit's main base. 

And he was about to talk more but Jimmy just fell down to the ground and Scott, whose whole weight was focused on keeping Jimmy in one spot fell along with him. "Fine. But only because you're pretty," Jimmy sighed and shuffled so his head was in Scott's lap. "Old man ran away? No matter, I'll get him for the stupid hat another time... What are you guys staring at? The damn seal took a lot to break so I'm having a rest, proceed with whatever was going on here," he huffed and looked up at Scott. "Mhm, you're really pretty, I might steal you if you keep it up," he chuckled and yawned. 

Scott could not help but blush a little. Jimmy was quite handsome as a tiny sheriff. But a tall and scary Jimmy?  Sign him up. "I can come by your place when I'm not too busy at home," Scott chuckled. "And the meeting was almost over. fWhip tried contacting you but there was no reply."

"Damned hat's doing. It was mind controllin' me and stuff," Jimmy sighed. "And I'm okay with you visitn', I'd have to think on others but I don't feel like it."

"Have a nap then, I'll wake you up when it starts getting dark," Scott could not help but smile a bit. 

"Much obliged, dalin', but please, no flowers in the feathers, they're delicate," Jimmy hummed, already slowly falling asleep. 

Scott just nodded. A bit worried about what he'd say. For a scary thing, Jimmy was darn cute. And no one else was too willing to come too close so for now he had Jimmy all to himself. All of Jimmy's wounds were already fully healed and completely okay.

[siriannatan]

Count fWhip's Biggest Secret - WitherHusbands

Guess who took a break from other stuff and wrote more WitherHusbands?

o } o

AO3

fWhip didn't have many fears and secrets. Being a dragon hybrid was hard to hide. He was not ashamed of being a vampire on top of that and did not hide it. In short, there were a few things his allies (friends really) didn't know about. And he'd not mind most of them getting out. Most.

His love of romance literature for example. He was quite sure Gem knew that one from the romance novels she hid among books they often swapped since some of their hobbies - alchemy - matched. Or his love of ballroom dancing. Any proper noble should know how to dance well in case there was ever an occasion to dance. Even if he could do either part... There were just no good occasions to dance among their group of rulers.

No. Those people could know, he'd not be ashamed. But... there was one thing he would never want anyone to know about him. A little hobby he'd rather nobody knew. He'd rather spend a full day in the sun than have that secret hobby found out...

The thing was... 

At night when everyone was asleep and there was the lowest chance anyone would need him somewhere quickly fWhip liked to dress up.

You'll say, 'but fWhip. Save for your sooty leather jackets you are practically wearing suits all the time'. That was not that kind of dressing up. What fWhip did in his free time was put on fancy dresses and maybe dance a bit to himself. They just made him look really pretty okay. Nothing weird or anything like that.

So. One night he went to his secret, usually locked with keys he always had on him, room for said hobby. And put on a really nice, open-back, sparkling ball gown. It was really sparkly... his dragon brain loved it. And it was really well made and fit him to a T and he could not help but do a couple of twirls. He really liked that one. 

No. He was not changing into heels. He was not weird or planning to break a leg.

What was Sausage doing in Grimlands... fWhip's mansion to be precise around midnight? Well. Being the chosen of a god like the Blood Sheep came with some caveats. One being, less need for sleep meaning a night of no sleep about once a week. But at least he wasn't the only person with sleep troubles... Well. fWhip just didn't need to sleep and if he ever decided to have a vampire nap... he'd do it during the day. 

So, at the current moment, Sausage was looking for his good friend... who he might have a big crush on. But who would blame him? fWhip was handsome. Strong. Smart. Really Handsome... Like really really handsome. And Sausage might have had more than one dream about fWhip. And maybe thought it a shame how many layers he usually hid under - understandably since the sun did hurt him quite badly.

"If I were a vampire-dragon hybrid where would I hide?" he wondered taking another turn. He was pretty sure he was in that corridor already but it could have been another very similar corridor that he was thinking about. Having already checked all the usual rooms fWhip could be found at - his library, his reading room, his various workshops. He even checked his bedroom. No fWhip anywhere, so he was left with the aimless wandering of fWhip's ancestral manor and poking his head into any room he passed by in hopes of finding the man. He did knock. He was not here to annoy fWhip.

He was about to just start shouting for fWhip, but there was no one else in the manor when from behind the door he was about to knock at came a yelp. A fWhip yelp. And thus, as any proper knight should, he just barged in ready to save his friend and froze in the door. 

There was a fWhip there but... Since when was fWhip wearing dresses? Ball gowns... And... why did Sausage think he looked good in it?

"Sausage... you... Why are you here?" fWhip asked not even attempting to get off the ground. Sausage for some reason really wanted to see him in full dress...

"I couldn't sleep so I thought we could hang out... I can leave if I'm... interrupting anything..."

"No... you... you can stay but no telling anyone about... this..." fWhip stopped him and tried getting up. 

Sausage took being allowed to stay as an invite to help fWhip up. He did not shoo the help away what was probably a good sign. "You look really nice..." Sausage mumbled and quickly shut his mouth. fWhip looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. The count was not known for his patience or for being nice to those who offend him... But he did look really nice in red and it was making it hard to focus on anything but his exposed collarbones. And freckles. All the freckles the dress showed that were usually always hidden...

"Thank you... um... I really mean it when I ask you to never tell anyone about this... I'd be very angry," fWhip sighed, leaving Sausage's personal space to get to a nice chair next to a whole rack of nice dresses. 

Dresses of varying length... Suddenly images of fWhip in a dark navy blue dress were in his mind. Bad Sausage... "I mean... who would even believe me if I did tell them?" Sausage could only chuckle nervously and shuffle in place. He had no idea what to do with himself at this revelation. And his imagination was running wild.

"I suppose no one would expect this from me," fWhip joined in on the chuckle and took a sip of blood. Another thing Sausage was far too curious about... "Care to share what's on your mind?" he asked with the most mind-melting smirk ever and Sausage had to take a while to reboot his brain.

"You're... really distracting like this... Pretty I mean... not that you aren't pretty usually just... It's very different and..." he froze when fWhip set his glass away and stood up. Red was really his colour...

"It's flattering to hear... Care for a dance?" he asked, shocking Sausage even further. "If you're good enough a dancer I might change into any other dress you want?" he added with a smirk. One hand extended to Sausage who tentatively accepted it. 

He was still pretty sure fWhip was about to kill him for discovering his secret. But a dance with fWhip was worth a painful death. "I'm not too good of a dancer..." Sausage mumbled following fWhip to a small dancefloor.

"Just relax and don't worry, I'm not going to bite," fWhip chuckled, setting them in the proper position for a dance.

"What if I want you to bite me?" Sausage really wished he could shut up for once in his life... But here he was, blushing like mad and looking at anything but fWhip. Thinking of a way out of having his arms around fWhip. Why was he supposed to be leading the dance and not fWhip?

"That can wait until after the dance, now come on," fWhip chuckled as music mysteriously started and Sausage was dragged into a dance. An activity that usually utilised his whole brain. With at best a third of his brain functioning...