#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

[time-rogue]

[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.

[iicarussea]

vampires are gay and fwhip isnt exempt from that

[wolame-o-ccx]

I love season 2 fwhimmy but season 1 fwhimmy was my everything ;(

[notatoydotcom]

postoing this bc im probs gonna keep it a sketch  Jimmy is allowed to be cheeky a bit

[merdet]

Shark Husbando

[lilcaesarssuper]

I so normal adt them

I've been watching she-ra for the first time and saw Adora and Catra dancing and my first thought was "that's gay and very fwhimmy"

[enjithequeer]

Did one for fWhimmy Fish/law Husbands <3

[spyglahass]

To properly celebrate that I've been obsessed with them for exactly two years now 🎉🎉🥳

I used a reference made by mellon_soup btw !!!

[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"

[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.

[time-rogue]

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

[wren-kitchens]

little drabble inspired by this fanart by @spyglahass!

would you believe this took me like. a month to finish

“count fwip,” 

fwip almost winces at the sound of the all-too-familiar voice behind him. he turns around, and immediately feels his face flush.

jimmy is not wearing his cod head, long hair tied up in a simple plait. fwip hadn’t noticed before how similar he looks to lizzie, and despite not being full-fish like her, he is unmistakably a cod.

but that’s not what makes fwip want to curl into a ball and hide for the rest of the evening, no. that is caused by the way his smirk contains an unusual amount of self-confidence, the way his canines barely press against his lower lip, and the way his face (usually obscured by the codhead) is freckled like stars spattered across the night sky.

is it weird that fwip might want to kiss him? it’s probably weird.

“yes?” he doesn’t squeak out of nerves, and if someone’s told you otherwise, they’re not to be trusted.

the smirk widens, and jimmy outstretches a hand. “may I have this dance?” 

oh. oh dear.

“oh- uh. yes?” 

this was entirely an oversight. fwip expected to be alone, or dancing with gem, sausage and pearl, none of whom would care about his distinct lack of grace.

“something wrong?” jimmy’s voice is making it hard to think.

“oh, no, nothing at all.” fwip laughs nervously, letting jimmy lead him into the centre of the room. shit! fuck!

“you do know how to dance, I take it?” jimmy raises an eyebrow, and man if that isn’t a good look on him. could his enemy stop being gorgeous for ten seconds? please and thank you?

“uhm.” fwip’s voice is breathy and very embarrassing. “well, I mean-“

“oh, fwip,” jimmy looks practically delighted. “you don’t, do you?”

“shut up.” fwip grumbles.

“you’re so cute.” jimmy teases (not shutting up). “oh, come here, i’ll teach you.”

fwip eyes him suspiciously. “why?”

“well, I couldn’t dance with someone who didn’t know how.” jimmy says. 

“since when were you gentlemanly?” fwip raises an eyebrow, but steps forward anyway.

jimmy’s eyes glint and he rests his hand against fwip’s waist. “oh, it’s nothing to do with that.”

“couldn’t wait to get your hands on me?” fwip finds himself pressing closer, getting in jimmy’s space. “take me to dinner first, codfather.”

fwip grins with self-satisfaction as a faint pink dusts jimmy’s cheeks, but he regains his composure almost immediately. fwip is almost impressed.

“someone’s eager.” jimmy smirks. 

not impressed, definitely not impressed.

“you-“

“don’t worry, sweetheart,” jimmy traces fwip’s jawbone with his fingertip, touch featherlight. fwip might actually just die on the spot. “it’s ever so cute.”

fwip finds himself utterly speechless. he would really appreciate if jimmy could stop doing that to him.

“but where are my manners?” jimmy moves his hand down to take fwip’s again. “I promised you a dance.”

fwip almost manages a snarky comeback, but jimmy puts his hand on fwip’s waist and he loses all intelligent thought.

“have I mentioned that you are infuriating.” fwip says through gritted teeth. 

“that’s a very rude thing to say to someone who is teaching you to dance.” jimmy says, pretending to pout.

“you’ve not done that yet.” fwip tells him.

“someone’s impatient.” jimmy smirks. “follow my lead.”

internally cursing the codfather and his stupid smile, fwip begrudgingly looks down to copy jimmy.

he immediately steps on his foot, and mutters an apology. jimmy doesn’t react, but fwip is too busy concentrating to notice.

as a kid, fwip would skive dance lessons, insisting they weren’t of any use. why learn to walk slowly in a circle when you could be inventing a flying machine? but, occasionally he would get caught and have to learn the basics of the waltz.

now, the voice of fwip’s dance instructor plays in his head, listing ‘one-two-three, one-two-three’. fwip wants to strangle everyone here and then himself. stupid parties and stupid dances and stupid pretty men who smirk and have freckles.

fwip stumbles, and jimmy’s hold on him tightens.

“sorry.” fwip says instinctively, glancing up for a split second.

there’s nothing teasing in jimmy’s eyes, no grins or winks. instead, there’s something- almost gentle. fwip must not have looked properly.

“do you think you’re ready to start looking up,” jimmy says after a moment. “or do you think you’ll get distracted?”

fwip glares up at him, decidedly not sidetracked by the swoop of jimmy’s hair falling across his face. 

“you are an asshole.” fwip says.

“how kind of you to say.” jimmy bats his eyes.

“what else do i do.” it’s a question, but he says it like a statement. 

the look on jimmy’s face immediately tells fwip he’s not going to like the answer. “I spin you.”

fwip’s face heats up, but he remains glaring. “get it over with then.”

“you know, sometimes i think you don’t like me.” jimmy says.

“we’re enemies.” fwip reminds him. “i’m not meant- woah!”

jimmy takes that moment to spin fwip, catching him entirely off guard. so much so, that fwip nearly falls flat on his face.

jimmy, luckily, catches him before fwip manages to make an even bigger fool of himself. fwip then, unluckily, falls against jimmy’s chest, feeling like the wind has been sucked out of his lungs.

“fuck you.” he breathes.

“please, we’re in public.” jimmy looks pleased with himself. fwip wants to hit him.

“you know, sometimes I think you enjoy this too much.” fwip mutters.

“oh? how do you mean?” jimmy is smirking, and this time he’s looking directly down at fwip.

fwip can’t decide if he loves or hates that look on him, but either way he’s in desperate need of it being slapped off his face.

or maybe..

fwip gathers all his self confidence, and smirks right on back. he grabs the collar of jimmy’s shirt and pulls him down. 

“like this.” he tells him, and pulls him into a kiss.

jimmy makes a surprised noise. fwip is about to pull away when jimmy kisses back, and-

oh, what a kiss it is.

jimmy’s hand is on fwip’s waist, and it’s like he’s gone shy, because he gasps when fwip nips at his bottom lip, and blushes when fwip murmurs in his ear, “you’re just so pretty, darling.”

when they both pull away, jimmy is extraordinarily red, and fwip is extremely smug about it.

“go fuck yourself.” jimmy tells him, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but there. at the same time, he looks like he’s trying to hide how pleased he is.

“you’re cute when you blush.” fwip grins, knowing his face is just as red.

“I owe joel so many diamonds.” jimmy whines.

“you- wh-“ fwip splutters. “what happened with that?”

“with what?” jimmy looks genuinely confused.

“that!” fwip exclaims, indignant. “the whole- ‘oh, we’re in public’,” he mocks jimmy’s voice. “what was that?!”

“I- look, I am not good at flirting, okay?” jimmy protests. “this- I was getting nowhere before!”

“before? what do you mean before?!”

“you of all people should know I am not normally this suave.” jimmy says. “at the start of the cod war I was just hoping you would notice, but-“

“you were flirting then!?” fwip is almost shouting now. jimmy shushes him, looking immensely embarrassed.

“I told you I was bad!” he whisper-yells.

“bad is an understatement.” fwip tells him. “oh my god, this whole time?”

jimmy nods meekly. 

“you absolute- how am I attracted to you?” fwip says. 

“well, I assume it was the false confidence.” jimmy says. “if you don’t anymore-“

“jimmy, if anything, I like you more.”

“oh.” jimmy somehow goes redder. “well that- i’m- i’m glad.”

fwip looks at him, and can’t help smiling. “can I kiss you again?”

jimmy nods, grinning awkwardly. “definitely.”

the second kiss is even better than the first.