#fish husbands

[spyglahass]

imagine you're just your avarage salmon guy and you fall for one of those annoying cod guardians, ugh

fwhimmy week day 3: salmon/cod but make it an AU

i used a reference made by mellon_soup btw !!

[your-local-crypt1d]

Gem, down on one knee: Jimmy, will you do me the honour of becoming my brother-in-law?

fWhip: Are you proposing to Jimmy for me?!

Gem: Well, somebody has to!

[fwhimmy-week]

Hi everyone! Welcome to fWhimmy Week!

What is this thing, exactly?: fWhimmy week is a week dedicated to the ship of fWhip and Jimmy! This idea was inspired by other mcyt weeks, and I'm happy to be able to bring it to you guys :D

How does this work/When will it run?: There will be two different prompts on each day for people to pick from, and only one or both prompts can be used! The event will run from ???, and late submission are allowed. I'll probably be checking the tag up to a month afterwards to ensure every submission was accounted for. Reminders will also be posted in the week leading up to the event, starting on the the ??

You can submit art, writing, weaving, moodboards, etc. Any type of art is welcome! (Though I do ask everything stay strictly SFW.) Art can be based off both seasons of Empires, as well as any other series or event they've shared. Platonic fWhimmy content is also welcomed and allowed! Au fanart and anything like that is also allowed!

Tag your submission with #fwhimmyweek and try I'll try my very best to reblog all of it! You may also mention the blog as well if you want to further ensure your submission is seen!

What are the prompts?:

(THEY'RE RIGHT HERE!)

First Event Prompts [HERE]

Mods: Only one! I'm Mod Doozy (he/they/she) I'll be running the event solo. Originally mod applications were gonna open, but I think I got this

Credits:

Icon: riverwish

Banner: the lovely @sentienttvthing <3

[noahsey]

[welcome-back-to-hoimycraf]

esmp2 fwhimmy perchance 🔥

so sorry about the wait! /gen please have some silly domestic fwhimmy for the inconvenience :>

Jimmy huffed out a breath, setting the final measuring cup on the counter. He was finally able to start the baking! He’d been prepping the ingredients for these cookies for almost twenty minutes, and he was just about tired of looking at baking supplies for the rest of his life. But, he had to do this. Lizzie had requested these cookies as payment for their last trade, and he couldn’t just say no. Besides, it gave the sheriff the perfect excuse to drag fWhip into the kitchen with him. 

“fWhip! Are you going to help me or not?” Jimmy leaned out of the doorway to call. The goblin had said he’d be done with his jewelry project about an hour ago, and he’d probably gotten distracted in the process. 

“Coming, sorry!” 

The soft thuds of padded feet hurriedly making their way down the stairs grew louder as the man approached, finally appearing at the bottom. “Sorry! Got caught up in what I was doing. Need some help?”

Jimmy snickered as his prediction was proven correct. “Yeah, everything’s all set up and ready to go.”

fWhip grinned, rubbing his hands together cheekily. “Perfect! These are gonna be the best cookies ever, I swear it.”

Jim rolled his eyes at his husband’s confidence. “Yeah, yeah, sure.”

They decided to divide the baking into two parts to split between them. fWhip would be in charge of the dry ingredients, while Jimmy the wet ingredients. While fWhip stirred together the flour, baking soda, and salt, Jimmy got to dump the sugar into the mixing bowl, which he found silly. Why was sugar considered a wet ingredient when it was obviously dry? Baking confused him endlessly. He much preferred cooking- it was a lot easier!

It was only when he reached for the butter that Jimmy realized his stupidity. The sheriff slapped a palm to his face, letting out a small groan. He’d forgotten to get out arguably one of the most important ingredients. But, that was fine. He could just grab some from the fridge and leave it on the porch railing to soften in half the time with Tumble Town’s summer heat. 

Yet, when he opened the fridge’s door, he found no butter in its usual compartment. Jim made sure to check the rest of the fridge, double check the butter compartment, and recheck the rest of the fridge, just in case. He found nothing. 

The man closed the fridge door, with a groan, looking over to find fWhip having watched the whole debacle. “I’m so stupid,” he shook his head. “We’re out of butter, we’ll have to wait ‘til tomorrow to make these.”

fWhip’s brow furrowed. “Can’t we just head down to the store and grab some more? It’s, like, five minutes away.”

Jimmy almost considered it more a moment before remembering. “It’s Sunday, the general store closes at noon on Sundays,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

fWhip hummed in acknowledgement. “Yeah, that’s a bit of a problem,” he admitted, bringing a hand to his chin in thought. “What about oil? Or shortening, even? Would those work?”

“Nah, those don’t work the same as butter, they’d be more like pancakes than cookies.”

“Well, gold’s the same color and kinda the same shape as butter,” fWhip snickered. 

Jimmy rolled his eyes, a smile growing on his lips. “We’re not putting gold in the cookies, hun. How would that even work?”

“Like this!” Before Jimmy could stop him, fWhip was already running off, presumably to grab some gold from his jewelry-making station. Oh God, this was gonna turn out horrible, wasn’t it?

Jimmy was just finishing going through the five stages of grief, wondering why he ever married this freak and if divorce was too soon to consider, when fWhip returned. The goblin brandished a gold ingot, roughly the size of a cup’s worth of butter. “Recipe time!”

Somehow, the gold allowed them to get far enough in the baking process to portion the cookies out on a baking sheet. Jimmy was skeptical, yet couldn’t deny that when they came out of the oven, they were beautiful. Each cookie had a shiny look to them, reflecting the setting sun’s light across the kitchen. 

At the sight, Jimmy couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, Lizzie’s gonna love these.”

[fatterpussycat-kill-kill]

I’m gonna interrupt this horny programming to talk about my new favorite game: Love and Deepspace. It’s a work of art.

[emmettisqueer]

Did one for fWhimmy Fish/law Husbands <3

[siriannatan]

“I hear them whispering when I walk by…” - fWhimmy

As with the whole series, the prompt was found @deity-prompts

I wanted to write fWhip with a cane for the longest time And I think Grimlands crown definitely needs to be based on Wither Roses :}

AO3

Jimmy had a small problem with a certain king of a nation neighbouring his small empire. Mythland seemed incapable of remembering where the agreed borders were. Talking to Gem who seemed to be his closest and most agreeable ally didn't help matters much. Lady Pearl just shrugged it as Sausage being Sausage. It would seem no one in the whole Wither Rose Alliance could control the knight-king of Mythland. Unless...

He heard from Scott, his good friend and ally, that there was one more empire in the Idiot Alliance - Grimlands. Unfortunately the young - according to Scott so who knew how young he actually was - count rarely left his manor within Eastvale. And while usually, Jimmy would deal with his 'enemies' - Sausage was honestly more of an annoyance than anything - himself with brutality and force, he'd rather not annoy Lizzie by starting a war... Again. So against what he'd rather do he set off to meet with Grimlands' 'young' count.

Grimlands... Scott's talking did no justice to the settlement nestled in the surrounded by mountains plains. The slight corruption of some sort breaking from the ground was a bit worrisome but Jimmy dared to assume locals knew how to deal with it. The raised rail leading to the distant mines was impressive but not as much as the count's manor towering over everything within the valley. Even the gunpowder 'factory'. Jimmy knew enough about surface technology to know it was just pens of creepers and some sort of machines refining the raw gunpowder into the slightly more stable product Grimlands sold as all sorts of explosives.

Just as he landed he realised that in his neighbour-related annoyance, he forgot to schedule a meeting. Or maybe he just got used to Joel always being up for a meeting with other rulers? Whatever the reason he could not just turn back now. It'd look weird. The least he could do was find someone who could get him a meeting scheduled. So to the town hall, he went and to his surprise was told where he could find the count to just talk to him today.

So with no complaining, Jimmy thanked them and went where they directed him to. A vast field of black roses - Grimlands special  Wither Roses - that thrived on the corrupted ground and were the symbol of the empire. Not explosives, not the red gems that caused the corrosion. The roses. And quite honestly, as dangerous as they were, Wither Roses were quite beautiful.

But the roses weren't the only pretty thing. Other than Jimmy there was only one other person in the whole huge field of darkened soil and black flowers. Average - from what Jimmy understood about humans - height human man with soft-looking, ginger hair, not too different from Gem's, with a black crown resting among the slight curls. He wore a heavy-looking coat despite the warm sun. His heavy boots left easy-to-follow tracks on the safe paths between the flowers. His right hand - he wore dark thick looking gloves as well - was clutching a sturdy but masterfully decorated cane.

"Count fWhip I presume?" Jimmy asked after closing the distance, he did stay out of the cane's reach.

The count slowly turned to face him. He was really leaning heavily on that cane. Not that Jimmy paid it much mind. He instantly understood what Scott meant when he said the count was pretty. Dark blue eyes, flawless but slightly worryingly pale skin. A pair of goggles fighting for space around his neck with a thick knit scarf. And the crown was apparently based on the Wither Roses. A dark metal flower crown. Cute...

"Yes, and you are?" the count asked, straightening his back to look a bit taller.

"Jimmy, the Cod Father of the Cod Empire, one of your allies is my neighbour and has been disrespecting our borders for months at this point," Jimmy explained, offering the count a bow Joel taught him.

fWhip thought on it for a second and... "They never tell me anything," he sighed and winced as he shifted.

"Should we move this indoors?" Jimmy offered. "Open field doesn't strike me as a place to discuss politics," he added so fWhip would not think he was talking about the cane. 

fWhip nodded and led Jimmy back to the town. Jimmy carefully matched his speed to the count's slightly limping walk. It gave him more time to appreciate how beautiful the valley was in late spring. And he even saw the train moving between Eastvale and the mines right next to the flower fields. It was really impressive.

"You're not going to say anything?" fWhip asked when the train's noise died down.

"The train's really impressive, I have no..." Jimmy started but a bitter chuckle stopped him. Did he say something wrong?

"About my dumb leg, I meant. Everyone has something to say about it and I'd rather you say it to my face than talk behind my back," fWhip sighed, shaking his head as he stopped to look at Jimmy. “I hear them whispering when I walk by... I think they think my hearing's worse than it is,” he chuckled, dry and bitter.

"It is what it is, what's more, to say here? Does it make you any less capable of ruling?" Jimmy shrugged. He didn't see any problem there. He knew rulers - now long dead but that's life - who had many imperfections but were still very effective leaders and rulers.

"Maybe if I was meant to rule here before... stuff maybe people would look over it but as things are everyone's overly worried about me," he shrugged and resumed their slow walk. "I haven't heard a word about your border thing with my lovely older brother before today, I rarely hear about things happening outside Grimlands. My siblings and Pearl keep things to themselves and don't involve me. Other rulers just go to them unless they really have to... It's annoying. I think Scott's the only one who just goes right to me."

"Well, I thought you just didn't really care," Jimmy shrugged. Damn, Grimlands was pretty save for the spikes of red rocks and crystals spreading from the mines.

"No, I definitely do care, just no one bothered to say anything... And the trains run on coal. It heats up water and makes steam that..." 

Jimmy honestly got instantly lost as fWhip explained how the trains worked but still listened to it intently. fWhip had a very pleasant to listen-to voice. Like Scott and his endless rants about elven history and architecture. Pretty to look at and pleasant to listen to. Unfortunately, they eventually walked through the city - most citizens looked at Jimmy due to his height of nearly eight feet and that he was not salmon-merfolk. To Jimmy's shock, there was a whole small village of Salmon-merfolk by a river.

"Refugees of their old royalty's stupid wars," fWhip explained and Jimmy tried to keep his hostility to cod's biggest enemies. They were civilians, they came here to escape their ruler's stupidity.

The talk about the border problem was a different matter and enough of a distraction.

"Well, the main problem is that Sausage does not like being told what to do. And unfortunately, he won't listen even to my words. He needs to see things... So how would you feel about having a big hole be your border with Mythland?" fWhip only needed one look at the map once he was sat by his meeting table.

"Big hole?" Jimmy asked. He was a bit confused as to what fWhip meant.

"Basically, we'd blow up a big hole along the border so no one can miss or misinterpret or question it," fWhip clarified with a wide smile. "Don't worry, we'll do it in the safest way possible. And agreeing on a bridge should be easier than a border," he added, maybe to calm Jimmy.

And so, a week later, Jimmy, Sausage, Gem and shocking everyone but Jimmy, fWhip gathered by the border and watched it blow up. Jimmy was glad he didn't tell Lizzie about it. Just seeing the resulting hole had her almost fainting. 

Less border conflict gave Jimmy more time to talk to Scott - and now fWhip. But mostly with Scott, about fWhip and how cute he was when talking about explosions.

[burning-chandelier]

YA'LL FWHIMMY/FISH HUSBAND FANS I HAVE CRUMBS!!! SO I WAS REWATCHING FWHIP'S SEASON 1 ON EMPIRES AND ON EPISODE 14 AT 9:50 OR SMTH NEAR THAT SCOTT SAYS "Omg just make out already 🙄🙄" AND I JUST NEEDED TO TELL YOU GUYS

[your-local-crypt1d]

This is Empires season 1 oneshot about Jimmy, mainly. I really enjoyed the worldbuilding around codfolk!

Another empires season 1 fic but this time focusing around Scott with some Flower Husbands too. I loved it a lot. By @/scribblingdragon

A s1 Fwhimmy fic with a bittersweet ending, it absolutely killed me I love this so much. By @/inbetweenhoursglass

And finally, a season TWO fwhimmy fic that's just all around very sweet. I enjoyed it greatly. Also I adore the 5+1 format so there's that.

you know what I haven’t seen going around in a while, and could use some of myself? fic recs! so, consider this both a rec and a self-promo post: recommend some fics to me in the reblogs and I’ll reblog your recs! in general, try to include both a summary and why you’re reccing it (whether it’s a self-promo or someone else’s), and let’s get some eyes on fics!

[spyglahass]

it's not a perfect fit, but they make it work

based on that one twt post, you know the one

[your-local-crypt1d]

Fwhimmy week Day 1 : Enemies/Lovers

It's 9 pm for me at the time of posting so it counts it's still the 15th. Anyway, I wanted to sort of combine the prompts, I love a good ol' fashioned "push them against the wall with sexual tension"

[sexualmoments]

having a girl with a sexual moment feel so good when you dont have fucking DANIEL in yoir ear telling you to go away from the pool

[fexjam]

🐠a trip to the aquarium

[noahsey]

every good gay romance has to have a heart wrenching heartbreak one way or another

[welcome-back-to-hoimycraf]

Hiii hello you can write me anything :3 I will be happy to receive whatever + i have no specific ideas lol

sorry about the wait! but, i'm sick rn, so i'm taking this free time to catch up on my writing ^^

“C’mon, we’re making a snowman!”

“But it’s cold,” Jimmy whined, fins pressed tightly to the sides of his head. He did his best to follow fWhip through the snow, the man’s grip on his hand doing most of the work. 

“Oh, boo-hoo,” the redhead teased, grinning back at a pouting Codfather, “are you gonna skimp out on building your first ever snowman just ‘cause it’s a little chilly?”

Jimmy frowned dramatically for a moment before responding. “...No…”

“That’s what I thought.” fWhip quipped smugly, stopping at the treeline to get on his knees and pat the spot next to him. “Now, you gonna join me?”

Jim rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t help the way his lips twitched up at the corners. He kneeled next to his partner, shivering when the cold hit his lower legs. “How do you people live like this? It’s awful.”

“Ya learn to love it.”

Jimmy didn’t doubt it. fWhip, and most Grimlanders, from what the cod could tell, absolutely loved winter. It housed most of their holidays, their traditions, their customs, and Jim had to admit that the snow complimented the dark colors of the Grimlands perfectly. Even from the fields outside Eastvale’s walls, Jimmy could see the deepslate roofs dusted in a thick layer of powder. 

“Jim? You listening to me?” 

“Oh! Um- yes?” Jimmy’s voice tilted up with his lie, his fins flaring out in surprise. fWhip deadpanned a look, and he immediately deflated. “No, I wasn’t. What were you saying?” 

“I was saying that you’ve gotta help me roll up this snow into a ball,” fWhip grinned, grabbing a handful to place between them, which Jimmy assumed would be the foundation of their snowman. 

It only took a few failed starts, one crumbled half-done attempt (totally fWhip’s fault, of course), and maybe a little snow down the back of Jimmy’s thick coat (he did not scream like a little girl, it was very manly) for the base to be done. Rinse and repeat once more, and the head was placed upon the snowman’s shoulders. 

fWhip reached into the satchel he’d brought with them, procuring a carrot and two sticks, as well as a few lumps of coal, presumably from the forge. He held them up proudly, tossing the coal to Jimmy. “Now help me decorate, and we’ll be done!”

Now, Jimmy wasn’t much of an artist, not like fWhip was, and definitely not a sculptor. The eyes he placed on the snowman’s face were crooked at best, and the buttons down the front wouldn’t stay in place. fWhip laughed at him, doing his best to try and get the pieces to stick. It took a minute, and while Jimmy was placing the final touches, he felt the familiar weight on his head lift. He looked up from where he kneeled in the snow, finding fWhip holding his Codfather head with a smirk. “This’ll make a good hat for our snowman, right?”

Jimmy rolled his eyes, unable to stop smiling. “I’ll allow it.”

In the end, their snowman, which they dubbed “Stick,” was nothing to write home about. His face was a little lop-sided, his arms weren’t symmetrical, and the craftsmanship of his body left a lot to be desired, but he was theirs. And, if Stick kept making fWhip laugh that high-pitched, breathy laugh, Jimmy would make him ten times over.