#fwhimmy week

[kiwibaskerville]

@fwhimmy-week day 1 / day 3 : Enemies / Lovers - Salmon / Cod :3

[made-nondescript]

(“I love you,” neither of them can bring themselves to say. “I’m sorry. I miss you. Please take care.”)

for @fwhimmy-week and art for the lovely @umbrify's fic, found here!!

[concidineart]

A ficlet for @fwhimmy-week! See the read more below or the AO3 link above!

PROMPT: Horror House

The Codfather has a meeting with the Grimlands' Count.

The Grimlands were a nightmarish place. Plants that killed you. Ominous haunted rocks. And the mechanical beast of a castle the Count called home. Crouched on the edge of a sheer cliff, teeth-like spires speared the sky and all around its walls spiraled a web of pipes and furnaces. The massive Grimlands Forge bulged out like some cancerous growth. Taut wires and scaffolding adhered its metal hide to the castle’s soot speckled walls. Heat billowed from warped vents, rattling like a dying breath.

Jimmy, although dressed in full Codfather regalia, felt less like an emperor and more like a speared fish. At least he matched the macabre corpses warding Eastvale’s front gate? The villagers watched him stride through the streets with predatory eyes. A salmonfolk spit on the ground and Jimmy barely stopped himself from drawing his sword in response. He was not here for them.

The stone road leading up to the castle was in good repair, but thin, steep, and either side crumbled off into red mist, making the whole climb feel like a tightrope act. The narrow road tip-toed around the Forge’s maw to reach the castle’s entrance. 

The door was absurdly tall, twice Jimmy’s own impressive height, coming to a pointed arch at the top. Jimmy rapped his knuckles on the thick wood, but the sound was paultry amid the hiss and rattle of the castle itself. He waited for a moment, then searched vainly for a door knocker. Instead, he found a thick chain hanging beside the entry’s recess; a black iron rose dangled from its end. Looking up, the chain disappeared into a metal cavity. With the ghostly impression of a drawbridge in his mind, Jimmy grasped the rose and pulled the chain.

A bassy note rolled over him. The vibrations from an unseen bell tolling sent a shiver down his spine and the castle seemed to fall silent in its wake. 

Then with a puff and rumble, the machinery came back all at once. Gears that Jimmy mistook for hinges clunked and began winding. The door split open (Jimmy snapped his teeth together to muffle an undignified shriek.), transforming into a series of thick panels that folded back into the doorframe, leaving a gaping hole in its place.

Jimmy wasn’t certain how long he stood there, staring into the cold and dark. But eventually, he summoned his valor and stepped over the threshold. 

After a moment of black, his eyes began to adjust. Pricks of red glowed in the rafters. Lamps burning low or blinking creatures? He was in an empty foyer. The air tasted of soot, hot and dry. A couple spiral staircases, narrow and metal, were tucked into the foyer’s alcoves. Across from him stretched a long hall, dotted with a couple doors, leading into shadow.  It was bereft of furniture. The only sense of decor came from the twisting, spiked architectural supports and a set of large urns filled with wither roses. 

Jimmy took a couple steps and stopped as his boots echoed off the smooth deepslate floor. At once he felt like an intruder.

“fWhip?” Jimmy asked the empty air.

The hall sent his question back to him in a whisper. 

Setting his jaw and clenching his fists, Jimmy strode forward. He’d find fWhip and they’d sort out the pledge and he’d recommend an interior decorator and he’d get out of this horror house. 

The hall led to a set of double doors. They were more official and fine than the single doors Jimmy passed, so he pressed down on their large handles and pushed. Their hinges let out a shrill squeak and the wood scraped against the floor, making Jimmy wince.

Lit red candles lined this room’s rafters, casting a warm dim glow. A thick, but faded red and black carpet striped down the room’s center. Plant pots, holding the shriveled remains of some sort of bush, lined the walls. Clusters of bright amethyst were ensconced in the walls’ timber, lending their own cool glimmer to the lighting. At the end of the room, sat two tall backed chairs. Jimmy had found the throne room.

Relieved and figuring this was a sensible room to wait in, Jimmy entered. The rug helped muffle his steps as he approached the thrones. Each chair was carved from deepslate and embedded with flecks of redstone that glinted in the candlelight. Fittingly creepy for the Grimlands. 

What was odd though, was the state of the throne room as a whole. Dust coated every surface. The air was stale. The candles were burnt down, wax spilling over the wooden beams in crimson rivulets. One throne had bits of gunpowder and paper crumpled at its base, TNT in the process of either being made or undone. The other was thick with cobwebs. That there even was a second throne was strange. Jimmy would have thought the second throne would be removed until the Grimlands gained a Countess or… Jimmy’s eyes were drawn to the TNT again, the only sign of life. 

The lavender light from the amethyst became cold in Jimmy’s mind. This room felt like a tomb. Something was buried here.

“Jimmy, what are you doing in here?”

Jimmy about lept out his scales, as he spun around. “JEEZE!”

fWhip, draped in his usual ratty scarf, stood in the doorway, hands tucked in his coat pockets. The Count’s pale face seemed to float in the darkness. fWhip didn’t glance around the room. His dusty periwinkle eyes squinted at Jimmy and he lifted one finger to point up.

“My office is upstairs.”

With that, he stepped out of the room. 

Jimmy hustled after him, hissing, “Don’t scare me like that! My heart stopped! You hear me? My heart stopped!”

fWhip cackled and the laugh echoed down the hall. “You’re fine!”

“I almost died.” Jimmy insisted as fWhip led him up one of the narrow staircases.

fWhip walked through the castle with supernatural silence; his red leathery wings never rustled, his boots never clacked. Up three flights and down a short hall, Jimmy was waved into a small circular office. fWhip directed Jimmy to a set of three stools stacked by the door as he took the plush red armchair crammed between a massive desk and three stained glass windows. The office was more lived in than the rest of the castle, but just barely; stacks of paper and a small bookshelf full of dogeared tomes, charcoal sticks, a bottle of ink and two pens. The walls were bare. No knickknacks on the desk. One of the windows was cracked open, letting in a chilly breeze.

Jimmy set up the stool by the desk and fWhip pushed papers to the side so he could spread out a blank parchment between them.

“Okay, we write the pledge together and we’re only done when we both like it.” fWhip ordered.

Jimmy’s stomach rolled at the thought of pledging to stop killing salmon. He was never going to like it. He took off the Codboy cap. This was why he was doing this. If he wanted his title back, he had to do this.

He nodded. “It’s time to put our differences aside.” 

“Oh, that’s good!” fWhip scribbled it down.

The pledge, in the end, was fairly simple. But it took hours. They kept adding more conditions and exceptions, then arguing and striking off the additions. Then repeating that process until they both threw their pens down in exasperation.

“Leave it! Leave it!” Jimmy swatted fWhip’s hand back as he bent to pick up the pen. “It's fine as it is.”

“Hey! Okay. It’s good. It's great even. Short and to the point!” fWhip rolled up Jimmy’s copy of the pledge and handed it over. “Thanks.”

“Thanks.” Jimmy echoed as he took it.

With that, like a spell had broken, the oppressive presence of the castle rushed back in. Jimmy felt an odd sorrowful pang as he looked at fWhip, who was pushing the window open wider, and he realized this was fWhip’s point of escape. Jimmy’s own home was cozy, bursting with mementos from his friends and citizens. A bit cluttered honestly. fWhip’s castle was a carved out shell.

“Next time, we should meet at my place.”

fWhip looked over his shoulder in surprise. “Next time?”

“Come over.” Jimmy revised. “We can spread the word together. Get everyone to take the pledge.”

fWhip grinned. “Right, meet you there.”

[joifee]

And this is how it ends

dont ask me how i made that parallel - its just funny for me it ended like that two times

[trafficblrpositivityproject]

fwhimmy-week for helping feed the poor starving souls of fwhimmy fans who don't create art

@fwhimmy-week !!!

[thedo0zyslider]

my insane fic posting ends tomorrow btw, since its the last day of my break👍(the one for today is a tumblr only drabble, the last one for a bit. as a treat <3)

tomorrows fic is a good ole empires s2 one :D

[spyglahass]

you know that reliable feeling when you go on a date with your enemy but you keep arguing about the trade routes between kisses? no?

FWHIMMY WEEK!! WOOOO

Day 1: Enemies / and Lovers

[mcytblrsource]

YEARLY MCYTBLR RECAP: 2024 EDITION

MCYTblr is a very large space if you see any missing events, exchange, or something else please send us an ask!

JANUARY

EVENTS:

FitPac Week Hermitcraft Rare Pair Week Wormman Week Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event MCYT T4T Week SpiderBit Week Treebark Title Swap MCYT Fanfiction Appreciation Week MCYT Physical Disability Week

ZINES AND MAPs:

Flamekeeper Zine Limited Life MAP Tribute to Jellie MAP

FEBRUARY

EVENTS:

MCYT Build Month Etoiles Week Fitpac Valentine's Drabble Fest Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Love Month Techza Week MCYT Yuri Week - Valentines Vylenix Week

GIFT EXCHANGES: (Based off of the beginning of posting period)

QSMP Secret Valentine QSMP Valentine's Gift Exchange MCYT Valentines MCYT Dead Dove Kink Meme Driving After Dark 2

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Empires Rainbow Zine Convex Matryoshka MAP

MARCH

EVENTS:

QSMP Month Dream SMP Eras Event SMPLIVE Bingo Shubble Support Day QSMP Language Day Decked Out 2 Writing Challenge Week MCYT Aro Week Skizzleman Week SpiderBit Week Vitalasubzam Week Grumbo Week Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Themes Month MCYT Underdogs Event

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYT Recursive Dream SMP Rarepair Big Bang

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Isla y Ovos Zine

APRIL

EVENTS:

Mumscarian Week The Bright Side of Life Series MCYT-Fem Slash Treebark Week Katecinda Week Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Angst Month

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYT Horror Gift Exchange

ZINES AND MAPs:

Hermitzine 8.5: April Fools edition The Minecraft Speedrunning Tarot Project Hermits Zine: Geminitay Edition Desert Duo Tongues and Teeth MAP

MAY

EVENTS:

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GIFT EXCHANGES:

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JUNE

EVENTS:

MCYT Omegaverse Month Voices For The Blade MCYT Trans Week Scarian Summer Smooch Fest MCYT Subversion Week Niki Nihachu Summer Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Pre-Canon Month

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYT Multilingual Big Bang

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JULY

EVENTS:

MCYT Co-Create Event Gem Pearl Week MCYT Aspec Week Hot Scarian Summer RedScape Week Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Post-Canon Month fWhimmy Week HideDuo Week MCYTblr Fandom Crossover/AU event

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MCYTBLR AU Fest MCYT Fic Fight Driving After Dark 3 QSMP Big Bang

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Petals of a Rose - Hideduo Zine Fairytales from the SMP: Volume II

AUGUST

EVENTS:

MCYT Musical Bingo Event QSMP Month(s) Hypnotizd ship week Skizz Week 2 FelPac week Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Crack Month

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYT Summer of Yuri MCYT RPF KinkMeme

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SEPTEMBER

EVENTS:

MCYT Non-POV Event Your Cubito, Your Culture Event Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Places Month Sausage September

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYTblr Fluff Gift Exchange MCYT Jukebox Bonanza Event

ZINES AND MAPs:

Hermitcraft Season 9 Zine The Hermit Arcana The QSMP Story- Animation Collab

OCTOBER

EVENTS:

MCYT Aro Week 2 Weekly Hermitober + Life Series Spiderbit/Guapoduo Fluff or Fright Scarian Autumn Smooch Fest fWhimmy Week QSMP Halloween Fanworks Event Hideduo Trick or Treat Week ImpSkizztober GTWScartober2024 Rats SMPtober Hermittober Team Ranchers Week Weekly Hermittober Pisstober MCYT Femslash: Vampires VS Werewolves Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Limbo Month 7 Holy Nights of Jeremy

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYT Horror Gift Exchange 2 MCYT Yaoi Exchange MCYT Trick-Or-Treat MCYT Halloween Gift Exchange

NOVEMBER

EVENTS:

DoubleHearted-vember Sixteenth Day Event: Memory Month MCYT Fan Fundraiser: Art Showcase

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MCYT Prompt Exchange

ZINES AND MAPs:

The Reason is You Zine [SpiderBit]

DECEMBER

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QPR Kersuma Week Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Festive Month Bedrock Bros Prompt Months MCYT Christmas Prompt List Shadowrot Week Fuga4 Week Zedaph Week Felps Weekend Event MCYT Advent Solstice Social Collaborative Fanwork Event

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Treebark Zine Coloring with Hermits The Heart of the Ouroboros - LifeSteal Zine Views of Hermitcraft 2025 Calendar Moonrot-Pearleo Zine Hermit Heartthrobs 2025 Calendar Morning Star Zine Double-Hearted : DDVAU Holiday Zine

[actualori]

okay it’s a few days late but

fwhimmy week day 1: enemies/lovers!!!

@fwhimmy-week

[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"

[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

[concidineart]

Ficlet for @fwhimmy-week! See the read more below or the AO3 link above!

PROMPT: Full Moon Jimmy seems to be in a spot of trouble, so fWhip goes to help.

SolidarityGaming was shot by a skeleton.

fWhip snorted at the message. His arms were deep in the mechanical guts of the Forge’s cooling system, so he couldn’t tease the Codfather just yet. His glove brushed over the loose bolt he’d been looking for. Finally. fWhip kept one hand on the bolt so he wouldn’t lose it again and maneuvered his other out so he could grab a small wrench.

SolidarityGaming was slain by a zombie.

“C’mon Jimmy, it's getting embarrassing.” fWhip smiled as he tightened the bolt.

The fish should know better than to be out at night. Yes, fWhip was also up at this cursed hour, but he had the sense to stay indoors. Mobs were always worse on a full moon. fWhip closed the hatch, screwed it shut, then peeled off his grimy gloves so he could message Jimmy.

<fWhip> need help?

<SolidarityGaming> …yes

fWhip laughed. He tidied up: tools in the box, wiped up grease with a rag, put on spare clean gloves. He hefted his glider over his shoulder, a custom build with Grimlands red fabric and stained black wood, checking over the frame for tears or misaligned battens. Locking the Forge behind him first, fWhip lit a rocket and launched up into the frosty bright moonlight.

SolidarityGaming was shot by a skeleton.

It took a bit for fWhip to find him, until the full moon glinted off a blur moving away from codfolk cobbled roofs. fWhip swooped ahead of Jimmy and between the trees he spotted discarded armor and tools littering the mud.

He also spotted the skeleton. Diamond helmet, gold chestplate, stolen boots, enchanted bow. Pretty kitted out if you were armorless and Jimmy.

fWhip barreled down, sword drawn, and drove its point into the skeleton’s chest. The force threw the skeleton onto its back. fWhip propped his boots on its shoulders for leverage and tugged his sword free.

“fWhip! My stuff!” Jimmy had spotted him.

fWhip swung his sword with both hands, aiming for the vulnerable bit of spine just above the chestplate, and lopped off the skeleton’s skull, helmet and all. It rolled off into the grass and the bones began crumbling to dust as fWhip turned to give Jimmy a lazy salute.

“Help is here!”

Jimmy pried a shovel from the swampy muck and fWhip jogged over to help.

“Jim, Buddy, what are you doing out here? What if I hadn’t been awake? You could have lost all your stuff.”

“I know.” Jimmy groaned and tipped his rescued boots over to pour out swamp scum. “They ganged up on me! I saw the zombie, but…they ganged up!”

fWhip watched Jimmy pull on the Codfather Head, some ornamental thing. Kinda creepy to look at and Jimmy was all kinds of anal about it. Flipped out if anyone looked him in the face when he wasn’t wearing it.

“You know there’s an easy way to avoid them doing that? It's called sleeping.” 

“I’ve got it.” Jimmy snapped.

Satisfied he’d made his point, fWhip nodded and stepped back as Jimmy tucked away the last of his items. “Good to hear.”

Only Jimmy didn’t head home. He waded deeper into the swamp water, moonlight and mangrove casting strange shadows over the Codfather Head.

“Uh, your shack is that way.” fWhip pointed his sword to the coastline.

“Thank you. You can go now.” Jimmy parted sections of reeds like he was looking for something.

“Well now you’ve got me curious.” fWhip spotted a zombie shambling in his peripheral and followed Jimmy into the black water.

“You can go, fWhip. Really.”

“So halfway home I get another message that you beefed it? Nah, I’m good.”

Jimmy stomped off, but he couldn’t really get away with the full moon shining a spotlight on the cod man’s scales. 

After an awkward minute of watching Jimmy meander the swamp, dodging creepers, zombies, and skeletons with the grace of a lame dog, fWhip yawned. “Not that watching you struggle with mobs isn’t fun…”

“You could help.” Jimmy grumped, wiping a chunk of rotten flesh off his sword.

“But,” fWhip continued, “what are you doing? If you need bonemeal, there are easier, less stabby ways to do it.”

“No, I’m—There!” Jimmy cut himself off and vaulted over some roots to clamber along an unsteady bank.

fWhip chased after him into a wide open stretch of marsh. Slimes, their translucent green almost glowing in the silver light, filled the weeds and rushes. Little ones. Big ones. It was more slimes than fWhip had ever seen outside a farm.

Jimmy plunged right in, stabbing and twisting. Slimes punctured, split, and slorped into sad puddles. Soon Jimmy had a good pile of slime built around his ankles. Then a large slime bounced onto the Codfather’s shoulders and his feet slipped right out from under him.

“Ah! Ah. Bad slime.” fWhip ran over and grabbed Jimmy’s wrist. He heaved. 

Jimmy stumbled up and against fWhip’s shoulder for support, wheezing through a nasty mix of mud and slime. Then he shoved fWhip away with one hand. “No! No, you can’t help. Go away. You can’t help with this.”

Offended, fWhip shoved Jimmy back, making him nearly slip over the slime still trying to kill him. “That’s a fine way to say thank you! Didn’t I give you supplies for a slime farm? Why are you hunting slimes to begin with?”

Jimmy started to respond, got hit from behind, and then had the sense to stab the offending slime before turning back to fWhip and opening his arms. “That’s exactly why! You wanted slime in return for the supplies, but the farms aren’t going to be done for another month. And Sausage, Mythland—I can’t be in debt to you! You’re his ally! If you help me get the slime, then it doesn’t count!”

fWhip stepped back and glanced in Mythland’s direction. He wiped a splotch of slime out of his hair and shrugged. “I’m helping you get the slime anyway? That’s the point of the farm?”

“It’s not the same. It's not.” Jimmy turned away, apparently done with the conversation, and stabbed a couple small slimes inching away.

An arrow hit Jimmy’s thigh, pinging off his armor and spinning into the dark. Both fWhip and Jimmy whipped their heads around. A pair of armored skeletons had found the clearing. Jimmy let out a loud aggravated noise, but fWhip grinned.

“I’ve got them! Dibs!” fWhip retrieved his own bow from his inventory and darted toward the skeletons.

“But!”

“You kill the slimes already!” fWhip yelled over his shoulder. “If you don’t hurry up the sun will beat you and you’ll have wasted a whole night.”

Jimmy hesitated a moment longer, then smiled.

They worked in tandem; fWhip picked off the various mobs that spotted Jimmy and Jimmy clear-cut the slime herd. Soon they were both panting, misty breaths and trudging feet. Jimmy began collecting the slime remains into balls. Two stacks. That’s what Jimmy owed him.

fWhip walked over as the full moon sank behind the trees. “You get enough?”

The Codfather Head was bowed over the shulker box Jimmy brought. A short stiff shake. “No.”

fWhip sighed. Yeah, two stacks was a lot to ask for one night, even a full moon. “Right, see you tomorrow.”

Jimmy lifted his head, a puzzled frown visible. “Tomorrow?”

“Midnight. Same place?” fWhip quirked his lip.

Jimmy’s shoulders dropped, relaxing in surprise. “Oh. OH. Yeah, that’s… Hundred percent! Midnight!”

[joifee]

Enemies

somehow this totally went more the enemies direction but well; there is a hidden mythological imagery in there lol my arthistorian heart sings

anyways yaaaay fwhimmy week!!

[walking-pinstripe-suit]

Cod/salmon!!!!! Give it up for day three of fwhimmy week!!!!

[jimmysolidarityshipbracket]

Guys it’s literally fwhimmy week but hear me out, what if we all vote fwhimmy not because they’re amazing together (which they are) but because it’d be hilarious to see like all three of the biggest ships in the jimmy fandom (Ranchers, FH, and Flower ranchers) all out? It’d be goofy do it for the goofies guys

^

[trafficblrpositivityproject]

sending a big ask or two for everyone who participated in fwhimmy week. I literally had to stop what I was doing and happy stim everytime I saw a new post and I am so excited to do the event again

@/spyglahass your pieces were amazing. Literally gorgeous and beautiful. I still think about merman fwhip

@/concidineart did a piece for every day and they were so good everytime. I looked forward to seeing what you would draw everyday <3

@/regaliazalea has such a unique artstyle and I'm so glad I saw it through this event. Their art is so cute I love it so much

@/actualori - also produced art for most if not all the days!! Stunning work! Your day 4(?) art was my favorite I think

@/umbrify did such good writings holy hell. They were both so good. I love adieu so so so much ahh

@spyglahass + @concidineart + @regaliazalea + @actualori + @umbrify !!!