#esmp fic

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

:D maybe smth about esmp1 lizzie?

(~200 words, post-rapture, bittersweet angst)

She doesn't remember where she came from. Somewhere by the ocean, she supposes, because other people she's spoken to in her travels have told her the thin, white dress she wears is traditional dress for a group of people who once lived near the water.

She doesn't remember where she's going. She's been headed east for a while, chasing the sunrise. She knows she's looking for someone, or maybe multiple someones, but she can't remember who.

She doesn't remember why, when she's served salmon at taverns, she tears into it with such ferocity.

She doesn't remember why she refuses to eat cod.

She doesn't remember where the ring on her finger came from, or the sapphire crown she had. She pawned the crown for traveling money, but... she can't bring herself to sell the ring.

She doesn't remember why, when she doodles in her notebook, she draws purple crystals and flowers and giant mushrooms and fields of wheat and axolotls.

She remembers what an axolotl is, but she doesn't remember why she knows about them. None of the other travelers she meets do.

She doesn't remember why red crystals and plants put her so on edge.

There are a lot of things she doesn't remember.

[gremnda]

I was reading @scribbling-dragon's Tommy Smajor AU and i got inspired to draw art of it. now it's a whole thing with many comic WIPs :,D

[sillyfairygarden]

a single pale rose

[inbetweenhours]

I was part of the @mcytblraufest as @the-amber-shadow 's artist for their fic: Fish Out Of Water!

The fic is incredible and I had such a good time working with Amber! The pieces I've drawn illustrate a scene from the end of Chapter 11 which will be posted soon! So everyone better get over to AO3 and catch up to get context ;] And for a fantastic story that I personally will certainly be rereading :D

[umbrify]

Since Empires season two is coming to a close, I wanna put this out there for anyone that needs to hear it— I know I do.

You’re allowed to keep making art for these characters after it’s over. You’re allowed to keep drawing them and writing about them and cosplaying them and everything else you do. You’re allowed to keep loving them.

You can just make whatever you want forever!! Don’t feel like you have to stop!!!

[mentallyillfromdd]

bitches will write the most poetic and sad piece of media I've ever read and the main character will be named fucking Jimmy

[imaloregremlin]

remember what I said about LDShadowLady Fanart?

[thetomorrowshow]

Whumptober 3 - Set up for failure

ESH AU LET'S GOOO

title: confinement

fandom: empires smp

cw: blood and injury

~

Jimmy bites his lip, sucks in a breath, then sidles into the vault.

It’s a tight squeeze—the Jingler had only opened the vault’s door the tiniest amount, and Jimmy hadn’t been brave enough to ask for him to open it any more. The pin holding his fishnet cape on almost pops free, and his mask gets stuck for a moment, but he manages to make it through and release his breath.

Behind the vault isn’t anything that he expects.

Behind the vault is a room that’s mostly empty, but for a pile of cardboard boxes and an old rocking chair. It looks more like a mostly-emptied storage unit than an actually vault; strange, for such a high-security building.

“What—what am I looking for?” he whispers into the walkie-talkie that the Jingler had given him.

A crackling voice speaks back to him. “Notebook.”

Jimmy glances around. His eyes land on the boxes in the corner and he heads toward them, digging through the boxes.

One of them has a worn yellow notebook, which he grabs, then heads back to the vault door.

The Jingler is waiting on the other side, hand outstretched. “Pass it through, Solidarity.”

“The Codfather,” Jimmy corrects, shoving his arm through the tiny gap. The Jingler takes the notebook, flips through a couple of pages.

“Yep,” he nods shortly. “Thanks.”

Then he turns on his heel and leaves.

“Hey—hey, wait—”

As if by some stroke of bad luck (which, to be fair, Jimmy's used to), the door slams shut.

Come on.

Jimmy pounds on the inside of the door. “Wait! Let me out!” After no response, he frantically fumbles with the walkie-talkie. “Let me out! The door closed!”

“Hmm. We've been here too long.”

“Wh—?”

“But I'll call you an escort.”

Jimmy doesn't have time to ask what that means before sirens start blaring, the lights in the vault flashing red.

The walkie-talkie pops and fizzes out in his hand.

Jimmy groans, drops to sit on the ground and wait it out, abandoning the vault’s door. It won’t be long before this place is swarming with cops, and he’ll be the only person for them to find.

He really ought to get a frequent flier card for prison.

-

“Hope you like the new digs, Solidarity,” the prison warden says loudly, shoving Jimmy into a cell that seems more secure than normal. “We've been working on a specially-reinforced one, just for you.”

“It's the Codfather, now,” Jimmy tries.

“You've made a lot of people angry,” the warden continues, as if he hadn’t spoken. He locks the cell, grins at him through the barred window of the heavy door. “Some of the boys might come through to see you.”

“Oh. Oh, that's . . . great,” Jimmy says helplessly. “Maybe they could just . . . not?”

The warden doesn't dignify that with a response. He stalks away, leaving Jimmy alone in the cell.

Jimmy leans against the wall, slides down to the floor. He fidgets with the stiff navy jumpsuit they've given him, not quite long enough in the leg, then adjusts his Codfather mask.

This is going to be just wonderful. It’s not even been a month since he was last in this prison (they’d started building this very reinforced cell while he was here, that time), and he’d been hoping to avoid it for a little while longer.

Life always sucks significantly worse in prison.

He isn’t exactly separated from the other prisoners, but he isn’t exactly with them, either. His cell (reinforced and all) is in the same hall as the other cells. The difference between Jimmy and the others is that he’s in solitary confinement lite—he doesn’t get to leave for meals or exercise time, and his cell comes with a shower and a toilet in the corner. He isn’t meant to leave at any time.

The heavy metal door that never seems to be unlocked has a window at eye level, bars set into it a couple inches apart. There’s a little slot below it, just wide enough for a food tray. That window means that he can still interact with the other prisoners, unfortunately—or, rather, they can interact with him.

So the first day is a constant barrage of verbal abuse.

See, Jimmy may be a villain now, but he does his best to be kind about it. After all, none of this is his fault, not really. He can’t control his powers. He’s a villain because it’s convenient, not because he actually wants to be evil.

But everybody and their dog has a cousin’s friend who was injured by Solidarity’s powers, and Jimmy has to be yelled at about it.

“When they let you out of your little safehouse, I’ve got a couple friends waiting for you,” a big guy warns, his thick fingers wrapped around the bars of the window. “You won’t be able to walk when they’re done with you.”

“Creative,” Jimmy mutters.

“My mom lost her kneecap,” a redhead leers, spit flying from his cracked lips. “I think I oughta deliver her one of yours.”

That doesn’t sound very nice.

“My brother can’t eat tortilla chips anymore. I’ll spit in all your food.”

“Did you know I used to have two eyes? Wonder what you’d look like with zero.”

“I will break every one of your fingers and toes.”

And on and on and on.

It’s getting kind of boring, honestly. Every time he ends up in prison, he’s under fire from more and more prisoners, many with no real reason. He’s the cause that they unite over, because everybody has been inconvenienced by Solidarity in some way. They aren’t made to leave him alone, either—the guards may not participate in the harassment, but they don’t do anything to stop the threats. The guards don’t do much of anything when it comes to him, really.

He’s pretty sure he should be having solitary exercise time, but nobody lets him out. Whenever he asks (half-heartedly) to speak to a lawyer, nobody pays him any mind. His food is almost certainly contaminated, but when he speaks up about it, the guard tells him to eat it or starve.

Jimmy’s overly familiar with unsafe food, but he eats as much of it as he can. Food poisoning is unavoidable for him on a regular basis. It’s really not that different.

(Sometimes the guard sticks around to watch him eat, amusement in their eyes. At those times, Jimmy knows for sure that it’s contaminated, and he doesn’t want to know how.)

He’s supposed to go to his first hearing about a week after his arrest, but on his third day it gets postponed to a month away. The guards tell him so with unmistakable satisfaction, and Jimmy lies on his bed and stares at the ceiling.

Does it really matter? The courts will rule against him, no matter how good of a lawyer he gets. He’s Solidarity—er, the Codfather. He’s a villain. The villains never win.

Even when he was a hero, he knew he would be tried as a villain.

It’s the fourth day when his power decides to take action. It’s been in effect this whole time, of course—the shelf where his mattress is meant to lie has already collapsed, and the water will only run burning hot—but the fourth day changes things.

He just wishes it would have picked a better time.

It’s right when the last group is coming back from dinner that the hinges of his specially-reinforced metal door break. It makes a loud noise—the creak of the metal groans, then snap!

The steady stream of inmates slow to a stop, their chatter dying off.

There’s another long groan, slow-slow-slow—

The door shifts and clunks to the ground, hinges no longer holding it up.

Jimmy, sitting on his floor-mattress, lets his head tip against the wall as he lets out a long sigh.

It couldn’t have waited? A mere twenty minutes later and he would have been in the clear.

Jimmy doesn’t fight when they pull down the door and storm in.

He just lies on his bed and tries to cover his vital organs.

-

Despite their indifference, the guards manage to pull off the attackers and send them to their own cells before too much damage is done. Then they force Jimmy to his feet and frogmarch him to a normal barred cell in a different hallway. They toss him a bottle of water and a bucket and tell him to keep a low profile, and that he’ll be moved to a more secure prison in the morning.

Jimmy won’t need that.

He has a concussion, for sure. One man had kicked his head until his ears didn’t stop ringing. That makes his vision swim when he sits up, but he grits his teeth and forces himself to call out weakly for some first aid supplies.

The guards reluctantly provide, and Jimmy sets about taking care of his injuries. It’s really not too bad—he has the concussion, of course, and something that feels like his kidney is bruised internally, but the rest of it is your run-of-the-mill beating. Bruises and cuts all over, his entire body sore. The concussion is the worst of it, bad enough that he was barely able to walk when they brought him here. He should really get that checked by a doctor. Not that it’ll happen, but it should.

Jimmy knows well enough not to fall asleep with a head wound, so he kind of just rests on the floor of the cell, sitting up slumped against the wall, not confident enough to pull himself into the flat shelf-bed with the risk of falling. He presses a hand to his bruises whenever he starts to feel drowsy, and that wakes him right up.

The guards are on edge until around midnight, when they seem to relax a bit. The lights went out at ten, so most inmates have been asleep for a little while now. The two guards assigned to him start wandering away from Jimmy’s new cell now and then instead of constantly watching it, start laughing and joking a bit more.

“Hey! Solidarity!”

They poke a bit of fun at him in the early hours of the morning. Jimmy knows he must be a sight—covered in blood and shoddy bandages, his eyes unfocused and looking at nothing as he sits there on the floor.

He doesn’t respond.

“They hit his head pretty hard. Solidarity, you still alive?”

Jimmy blinks, very slowly. It hurts even just to blink.

“Hope they knocked the power out of him. Think he’ll be able to wash himself, or will they transport him like that?”

“Eckels said they’d take him in the morning. He probably won’t shower before then.”

“I’m not touching him.”

It doesn’t happen quite as slowly as it did with the reinforced door.

As the guards talk, one of the bars of the cell just . . . falls out. It clatters to the ground, making the three men jump, cursing.

Then another falls. And a third.

Well. That’s Jimmy’s cue.

Painfully, he pulls himself to his feet. He swallows back the taste of bile as his vision spins, rubs away some of the blood dripping from his split lip, and slowly, gingerly, limps out of the cell.

The guards stare at him. One of them, cautiously, reaches for his taser.

The weapon cracks apart, shards of plastic hitting the floor.

The guard lowers his hand back to his side. The other two don’t move, staring at Jimmy in some strange mixture of disbelief and irritation.

Jimmy sighs, winces when his whole body twinges. “Stuff still in the same place?” he rasps.

One of the guards nods.

Jimmy turns away and starts the long trek to the storage room. He doesn’t necessarily need any of it, but it would be nice to not be in the prison uniform.

He needs a really long nap after this one.

-

(Poultry Man shows up at his rented room and sighs at the sight of him, then shines a flashlight in his eyes and tells him not to get out of bed for the next five days. That’s about the extent of Poultry Man’s helpfulness, but he does buy him a loaf of bread and two jars of peanut butter.)

(It was a fairly average week, all told.)

[scribbling-dragon]

scott concept that i had a bunch of fun playing about with (potential design for a potential fic i have been thinking about??) + some details i liked under the cut

(reblogs > likes!)

[djpurple3]

im still thinking about Scott of Rivendell's lore + was trying to suss out what was up with Aeor and Exor was I was trying to devise an AU. i then proceeded to get bogged down in deciphering the lore bc i couldnt find what i was looking for on the wiki and honestly im noticing things i didnt notice the first time around

This is mostly derived from a close reading of The Clash of the Great Stags, which Scott discovers in his Episode 13 buried in an old ruin under the mountain.

(Note: some things are worded as questions but that's not because im seeking you, dear tumblr user, to give me an answer. it's more a 'im working out what my answer is through the medium of asking questions, and am offering u my hand to lead u through my thought-process')

A good deal of this may also be "this text is a myth and not supposed to be Literally taken as the history of Rivendell(minecraft)". However I'm going to turn this thing over and shake the pennies out of it. Im also going to put this under a readmore because whoo boy did this get out of hand Very fast.

So. I was thinking some thoughts

namely:

while Exor (and Xornoth) later becomes very much associated with the corruption that overtakes the server, Exor did not create it. In the myth Scott reads in Episode 13, it points out that Exor and Aeor were the only two gods left standing/awake after all gods present defeated the original corruption. Im assuming this is out of Rivendell's gods and not. all gods ever. Otherwise this would probably include Jimmy and Lizzie, and that counters their lore.

Aeor and Exor ruled equally after that point. However. Exor had a Nightmare Moon arc that involved way more murder (tho im sure Nightmare Moon would have murdered if she was allowed to) because Aeor was praised more than him

They were equals until Aeor started getting worshipped more

"Aeor and his followers believed in peace, equality, and preserving life while Exor believed that not all were equal and shouldn't be treated as such." Was this the way they'd always been as gods? And they were simply forced to set this aside in order to save the world from the original corruption? Or was this a mindset Exor developed later, as the 'weaker', less-worshipped god trying to claw his way back up to being seen as equal or beyond?

Alternately, was it during this period that the 'corruption' came back, worming its way into Exor? Was he a god of something else until he festered and changed behind Aeor's back? Was the corruption jealousy? Was it metaphorical? Did Exor accept the change or did it rot away at him until jealousy and evil was all that was left?

The myth says that Exor and his followers (who'd been culling the weak) were driven out of their lands (Rivendell) by "the followers of Aeor", not by Aeor himself. Is there a difference? Would Aeor's followers not believe what He, their God, believes? Or is it worded so passively because despite everything, Aeor wanted to believe his brother could still be the god who stood beside him and saved the world with him? Did his believers follow their values and act out against Exor + his followers without Aeor's guidance?

Aeor eventually battling Exor with "almost all the strength he had left ... seriously injuring both". Aeor then "imprisoned [Exor]and his followers deep within the mountains, never to hurt anyone again, or so Aeor thought." After this, the next paragraph begins with saying that the gods of old were no more than bedtime stories.

Did Aeor fall into one of those deep slumbers after sealing his brother and his followers away? Did the gods from those 'deep slumbers' mentioned in the first paragraph of the story ever come back? Was Aeor left to rule over the Rivendellian people all alone, exhausted, waiting for his strength to trickle back in over the centuries?

Does worship = existance for gods? If Aeor and Exor were the only two gods remembered by name from "those old stories", are they the only two gods Rivendell actually has left? Scott never worships anyone besides Aeor (though the wiki points out one passing reference he makes to "the fortune gods" (ep 5), nor acknowledges any other Rivendellian gods besides Exor.

Jumping a little ahead but Aeor also canonically fucked with everyone's memories, wiping existance of Exor + the trauma he and his followers brought after the final battle... but Exor still exists? Is that because he is a brother god to Aeor and like how Scott&Xornoth adn Alinar&Cohnal were bound in soul, Aeor&Exor are? I consider that bond canon but it's fascinating that the very thing that tied them together from their inception as gods was the thing that saved Exor's life and allowed him to later still destroy everything, even if Scott still 'beat' Xornoth in the end

Of Alinar and Cohnal; the phrasing of "Alinar remembered the stories their father told them of the past about the evil stag spirit, Exor, and how he was banished deep into the mountains by the mighty Aeor" is fascinating. Exor is demoted over the years to 'an evil spirit' and Aeor promoted to 'the mighty Aeor', where we Knew they Were Once Equals.

The area they find with the statues and the ruins, which we have to assume is where Scott found the The Clash of the Great Stags book in Ep 13, is not described to be covered in corruption yet, like how Scott found it.

Cohnal heard a voice that promised him "power and wealth" if Cohnal helped free Exor. Though the line, "Years passed and Cohnal frequently visited the ruins, much to the protest of Alinar," is fascinating. It shows that corruption is a slow/gradual process. Maybe it's fast for elves being longlived (confirmed by Scott in Ep 13 saying "I've lived here for years, centuries, and I've never known about this place?) /silly

Here's something I consider Particularly Interesting. It says "Cohnal became more violent, reclusive, and resentful, spending weeks deep in the caves." This, I think, is evidence towards the conclusion that Exor's jealousy was either deepened or directly caused by the corruption poisoning him. Cohnal started off as just 'rebellious', only to descend, over years, into being violent, reclusive and resentful, set on freeing Exor - i.e. the corruption. Now That's freaky. What happens when even a god gets infected past their own free will?

"Alinar eventually joined the high council of his kingdom. The townsfolk no longer felt safe with Cohnal and his actions, banishing him from the lands." Oh Boy. The Brothers Are Direct Parallels of Their Gods' Relationship. Alinar ascended into a trusted and beloved position. Cohnal got super-duper banished and started murdering even more people about it. Alinar also has to go find his brother and get rid of him. The Rivendellians are literally trapped in a vicious cycle dude. Aeor and Exor literally go through this 3 times by the time Season 1 ends.

It's also by this point it's concretely confirmed that the corruption is part of Exor now - or maybe that Exor is part of the corruption. The myth uses the word 'corrupted' three times in three sentences to refer to Cohnal's new demonic form. So. yeah.

I also find it fascinating that Exor crystalised his beliefs/expected faith/worship into 'weeding out the weak', when he is the one who - despite all his best efforts - is consistently defeated by Aeor. This is partially why I am interpreting this 'we have to kill off the weak and only the strong shall remain" belief Exor instilled in his followers as a result of the corruption on him, and not necessarily something he organically embodied while he ruled with Aeor.

And battle breaks out once again, "both champions of The Great Stags." Wohoooo divine proxy wars!! And Alinar beats Cohnal! No wonder Exor kept trying to come back. I'd be pretty resentful if no matter how low i stooped i could never beat my brother.

"Knowing he couldn't just banish him underground again, Aeor channeled his power through Alinar and together they opened a portal to another land, forcing Cohnal and Exor into the Unknown, never to be seen again." Alright. Alright. Tragic. We know that they sealed them in the End, and the Ender Dragon ended up being the key there? i have headcanons about that but those aren't necessarily related to the body of this post

Then. The Memory Wipe. Which i discussed before. "As sadness began to overwhelm Alinar and offering some comfort, Aeor used the remains of his power to wipe the memories of everyone in the land. No one would remember the evil caused by his brother, Exor, or by his champion, Cohnal."

Is this a kindness? I think it's a kindness Aeor desperately wanted for himself. He gave it to Alinar and to his people because they probably could not cope with another devastating divine war being in living memory, but also because on a personal level?

The thing that's killing me? and it's not addressed in the myth nor is it anywhere on the wiki page? Is how Xornoth ended up being the new vessel for Exor.

The corruption is introduced onto the server from Nether portals, tho, as far as anyone knows, right? And we know via Shrub that Xornoth the Demon has been around and harrassing people Before everyone's Episode 1.

Is that where the corruption originally came from, pre-Exor? Or did Exor manage to leak the corruption out of the End and into the Nether, then the Overworld? I'd be inclined to believe that the corruption spread on its own, but gave Exor that link back to the overworld.

In those ruins Scott found the The Clash of the Great Stags book in Ep 13, those had a patch of corruption in them, despite being unconnected to any Nether portals. This is the original spot where Cohnal was doing sacrifices and got demon'd, and Alinar found him. Has this spot of corruption been here The Entire Time, over the centuries? Is this the same spot that Xornoth got lured to, just like Cohnal did? Only to fall into the corruption's clutches?

And if that's the case. How the Fuck did Xornoth end up in the End only to be unleashed after the Dragon's death? (maybe you could see this as Exor got him to go to the End however many years ago to try break him out, but it wasn't enough / the magic seal recognised Xornoth's soul as Cohnal's and sealed him too). Im sure there's something there but that's what i'm hung up on rn. That's what this whole deep dive was for.

But okay. okay. The last paragraph of The Clash of the Great Stags is so chewy to me too.

"The prophecy says that when the world needs them, Alinar's new being would be reminded of his past life and set forth to stop the corruption. The battle of two brothers would once again commence, plunging the world into an eternal winter if Exor and his newest champion were not defeated."

If Scott Doesn't Go Fight Xornoth, He Is Destined To Plunge The World Into Eternal Winter. Is... is that a bug or a feature? Is that something that is a result of Scott's powers manifesting in a strange way... or is that Aeor's way or guiding Scott to his destiny? Did this happen to Alinar too, or is this an insurance policy? To dictate that Scott is not allowed to live a life outside of the cycle that they are both trapped in?

The sword. The sword Aeor gives Scott towards the end of Season 1 is of Dwarvish make. The Dwarves are canonically from that first era? i believe? before the first corruption destroyed those first civiliations. This is a technology that predates the corruption itself. Maybe... Maybe Aeor gave it to Scott the same way someone makes sure to use a pure blade on a sacrificial lamb. Scott and Xornoth dying together this way might kill off the corruption itself in Xornoth-and-Exor's joint soul. It might be the only way Aeor can find to truly save his brother.

And then the other question is - if Rivendell truly fell into ruins, if its people were lost and the mortal champions Scott&Xornoth finally died, taking Alinar&Cohnal's souls and therefore Aeor&Exor's souls witth them - ...was this death for Exor and Aeor too?

And. Did Aeor know that?

For Alinar, Aeor gifted the lack of memory of Cohnal (and Exor's) terrible doings so Alinar may live his life in peace. For Scott? Aeor gifted an end to the cycle of violence, and the chance to get his brother back. And really, I think that is something Aeor desperately wanted too.

And. it's 1:30am and i've written 2k words. h elp.

Also this may not be all completely accurate / i may have said stuff that is confirmed / dis-confirmed by canon! i haven't watched Scott's full series since it came out. i am planning on rewatching it like. after ive slept. however, i am enthusiastic and i have two hands

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

here, you can have it.

more appreciation to rare/not that popular pairs!

and um.. i'd be happy if you write something tumble town inspired with western duo (scar and jim, can be scaridarity i dont mind) or marshmallow duo (jim and zed, can be zedlidarity), thank you 👉🏼👈🏼

(~400 words. western duo (scar and jimmy,) intended as pre-relationship but could be read as firmly platonic. guns fired but not at a living thing. western au.)

The sun glinted across the sandy streets of Tumble Town. The Sheriff stared at his mark, finger itching against the trigger of his revolver, adjusting the brim of his hat to block out the harsh glare. The desert winds kicked up the dust, a dry omen of death to come.

The Sheriff unloaded into his quarry, six shots that exploded through the air.

The dust cleared, and the Sheriff took in the sight of his quarry. The straw and paper target, a hundred paces down the way, was in... better shape than he hoped. Only four bullets had struck it, with two apparently going wide and striking the sand. One bullet only clipped the very edge of the target, two landed in the outermost ring, and one hit the intermediate ring. Not a single bullet came anywhere close to the bullseye.

"Oh, you've gotta be jokin'," the Sheriff said.

The Sheriff's companion - a man with dark brown hair, scars across his face, cactus-green eyes, and a hat that rivaled the Sheriff's own who'd rolled into town only a week or two ago - gave his signature wry grin. "I thought you were supposed to be good at shootin', Sheriff."

"Alright, look, Scars," the Sheriff said. "The sun was in my eyes, you got it?"

The man - Scars, Tumble Town called him, for he'd never offered another name - just took the flask away from his hip and swigged whatever liquor it was he kept inside, never letting that stupid smile leave his face.

"I'd like to see you do better, big man," the Sheriff challenged.

"Oh, sure." Scars returned the flash to his left hip and calmly pulled his own iron from the holster on the right. He popped the barrel out, hummed to himself as he inspected it, and easily loaded six shots into it.

He raised the revolver, gripped calmly in both hands. He stared down the barrel for a moment, then - just after exhaling - let all six shots fly in rapid succession.

Five struck the bullseye, nearly in the exact same spot. One struck just shy of it.

"Hm." Scars regarded the target. "Well, I could've done better, but I've also had a drink or two, so not bad all things considered, huh?"

The Sheriff just stood there, mouth agape.

Scars smiled as he holstered his revolver. "You know, Jim, if you want any tips, I'm happy to-"

"Oh, shut your mouth," the Sheriff snapped.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Martyn never wanted to be here. Scott isn't sure if he's made the right choice. And Grian...well, he's a slave. Or, Martyn is kidnapped by hybrids, Scott turns his back on everything he's ever known to save him, and Grian is a slave.

Author: @hannah-fannah9503

Note from submitter: This fic is new (like, at the date of submission it's been posted for less than a month) and only just getting started and I am already so invested. I have no clue if it will be done by the the this submission is posted, but I am obsessed with the 11 chapters out so far, and I have no doubt it will continue to be amazing. I am normally terrified of unfinished works (so many fallen fics sit in my subscriptions) but this is definitely worth the risk.

[ireallyliketalldarksultrymen]

here’s esmp flower husbands requested by @mentalisill !!!! hope you enjoy <3

[inbetweenhours]

Was thinking about my fic (I'm not going anywhere, promise) and wanted to draw the au

Specifically this moment from the beginning of the fic, first impressions n all that lol :] Hope y'all like it! I'm learning procreate via this so, lots of testing happening.

[your-local-crypt1d]

@urfavcrime hope it was okay to tag but I've been itching for an excuse to talk about Gem and Tommy!! Forgive me if this is a bit ooc I've only watched a few of Gems videos-

Gem takes her role as Auntie very seriously. 

At first, she was a bit miffed about the whole situation. fWhip had no intention to tell her—his sister—about this, and she would have gone on unaware of Tommy even longer if fWhip wasn't terrible at hiding him. Doesn't fWhip trust her?

After fWhip explains the whole situation (Tommy has come from some kind of abusive situation; fWhip doesn't know the details, just that Tommy pleaded to be kept hidden so "he" never finds him), Gem eases up about the whole affair. 

Seeing the fondness fWhip has for Tommy, the way he effortlessly laughs at his jokes and gently scolds him for his bad language, is enough to convince Gem that everything is okay and that her brother hasn't made some huge mistake she'll need to fix. 

Gem's actually quite proud of fWhip for taking on such a big responsibility. I don't think she'd view him as parent material until she sees the way he interacts with Tommy.

Gem acts sort of like an old grandma when Tommy visits, always checking if he's hungry, and even if he says no, she's shoving plates of food towards him. complaining about how fWhip doesn't feed him enough, and he's all skin and bones (which, when you live in the snowy mountains, body fat is very important). 

She lets Tommy borrow a few simple spell books after he whined and pleaded to be taught magic (not enchantment table magic that's cringe and lame, real poggers magic like hers!). If she had any doubts about Tommy being fWhips' kid before, she certainly has none after Tommy nearly blows up half of the Eastvale Manor with magic. He is promptly banned from performing magic at home unsupervised. 

The Crystal Cliffs are a nice getaway from the Grimlands when Tommy needs it. Gems' tower doesn't have the regular echo of explosions and fireworks. Tommy has slowly grown to learn that he's safe in Eastvale and that fWhips' experiments won't ever be used to hurt him. But even if you consciously know something isn't dangerous, that doesn't necessarily translate over to your subconscious, and it certainly doesn't for Tommys' C-PTSD. So on occasion, he goes to stay with Gem when it's all too loud and stressful at home.

The only problem with it is that Tommy has a habit of running off and not telling anyone where he's going. Tommy does it a lot more than he'd admit—a flight response to his fear of abandonment, I suppose. Tommy could get away with it when no one was worried about where he'd be going, but now he has people who care for his safety (fWhip) and would burn down empires to find him. He's raising his whole familys' blood pressure; Papa fWhip is no exception. 

Luckily, Gem knows this and will send a message to fWhip every time Tommy comes to see her, regardless of whether he says fWhip is aware or not. Gem is good at remembering the little things that are important with Tommy: the areas he doesn't like being touched but won't say, the way he likes his tea, the kinds of sounds that upset him, etc. 

Gem, as usual, tries to be the voice of reason in her chaotic family, so she's usually the one who has to stop Tommy from causing problems on purpose (fWhip is an instigator, and Sausage always wants to join in). Think of Gem picking him up by the scruff of his clothes so Tommy doesn't bite someone who mildly inconvenienced him. She can and will invent a whole new spell that's just an up-sized child leash if she has to, young man, do not test her. or she just lightly bonks him on the head with her staff; that works when he steals her hat. 

All that being said, Gem is a lot more forgiving of Tommy if he does something genuinely wrong. I imagine she'd view him in a similar light to the way she views her Pillager students, "good people from bad homes," and all. She's patient when Tommy doesn't understand why something he did is wrong and never expresses anger towards him, just understanding and kindness. It works surprisingly well, especially with some sort of physical touch (handholding, hugs) to help ground Tommy in the present and remind him that he's not going to be exiled or hurt for 'fucking up' again. 

It's confusing for Tommy why fWhip and Gem are both so nice to him when he clearly doesn't deserve it for inconveniencing them all the time. But he's also desperate for the love and attention they give him, so as much as he hates it and feels weak leaning into it, he happily calls her Auntie Gem, and out of earshot, he refers to fWhip as 'dad'. 

Gem is the #1 supporter of fWhip officially adopting Tommy, and she's not subtle about it whatsoever. fWhip hasn't signed the papers yet because he doesn't want to lock Tommy into something he doesn't want, and Tommy hasn't brought it up because he doesn't want to annoy fWhip, and it is so frustrating to watch. More frustrating than Gem watching Scott and Jimmy not realising their crushes on each other are mutual. 

That's all I've got so far with her. Sorry, it's not a whole lot 🖤

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