#is there like

[ducks-and-stuff]

More Jimmy and Pearl stuff

trigger warnings for alcohol consumption

It is 2am when Pearl leans back against the wall and declares, with all the grace of a slightly tipsy twenty-something year old, “You’re an idiot”

Jimmy scrunches up his nose in a way that must resemble some sort of drowned kitten. “…what?”

Pearl hums, stares blankly into the moon overhead, and takes another swig of the bottle. 

“An idiot Jim. The worst idiot. The worst idiot that’s ever woken up, gotten out of bed, and decided to be an idiot. There’s a  hierarchy to this sort of thing. And at- at the very tippy top up there, see, see that’s you just going around…” she sighs in what is likely disappointment, “being yourself.” 

“… oh” 

Jimmy says, as Pearl fidgets with the bottle of wine in her hands.

Grian always meant to break it out for some sort of, important occasion, probably. Like Martyn’s wedding or Evo’s ten year anniversary or Jimmy being right about literally anything for once in his life. But Grian isn’t here anymore, only Pearl and Jimmy are, which is why they stay up till 2am and climb onto the rooftop and drink his wine over what was once his empire. 

Jimmy has been drinking. 

Martyn, who isn’t around all that much anymore either, said that was a bad idea. To be fair though, Jimmy doesn’t have good ideas on his own nowadays. 

Maybe he never did. 

Pear, who probably doesn’t care what anyone or anything thinks of her, much less Martyn of all people, laughs a little.

“I hate the Moon”

She says, still staring at the night sky. 

“Have I ever told you that Jim, that I hate the Moon?”

Jimmy blinks. 

Once. 

Twice. 

His head is stuffed with flower petals.

“I don’t- maybe?” 

“Yeah” 

Says Pearl, nodding her face towards the crescent of light, the one that shines dimly in the night sky. Daunting and all-seeing and beautiful in a millions of ways. 

“The people there are all…” 

She pauses, takes another sip.

“Jerks”

Is what is settled on eventually, and then the bottle is passed back over to Jimmy, who tentatively takes it in his shaking fingers. 

“What?” 

He asks again, and Pearl snorts and buries her face in her fists, starting to giggle. 

Jimmy furrows his brow. 

“Those guys messed me up real good, you know? Everything- everything was a lie, when I was up there. Everything they told me and taught me it was-” 

She pauses, and breathes, and giggles just a little bit more. 

“I like the sun Jimmy, Grian is like the sun. More people should be like that” 

Jimmy stares at the billion of stars twinkling up overhead, and scrunches up his nose. 

If Grian were here, which he obviously isn’t, he would shine in the background of the scene. Not a sun, or a star, which is basically the same thing if you really think about it, but just- a human. Still human, and not whatever the Watchers turned him into. 

“Nobody lives on the moon Pearl”

Jimmy states, quite confident in this opinion. 

The bottle is glass and it is cold and it burns his skin even when that doesn’t make a lot of sense. 

“Course they do”

The brunette says with a snort, twirling a strand of her shoulder-length hair. 

“What, are you the moon police or something?” 

And Jimmy is the property police actually, though maybe Pearl doesn’t remember that part of the story because it is 2am and they are almost drunk and Martyn isn’t around anymore either.

Jimmy wordlessly looks down the barrel of the bottle which doesn’t hold any of the answers they so desperately needs, and passes it back to Pearl.

“I think- Martyn. He might like the moon” 

The slightly taller of the two comments without much thought, because despite’s Pearl’s ire the wayward rock is rather beautiful tonight, and he thinks his parter in crime is still someone he loves, despite everything he had done there in the end. 

“Perfect” mutters Pearl, leaning her head back on the bricks. “They were made for each other”

Jimmy hums while Grian laughs. A perfect soundtrack. One that sounded before Martyn up and left his people and the sky opened wide and everything went the way it did. 

“The Watchers too…. We’ll just shove Martyn, and the Watchers, and anything else that betrays the Evolutionist’s right there up on the moon. That’ll show them.”  

Pearl laughs as she says it, and points the tip of the bottle towards the billions of stars.

She’d be a hero, had she declined Grian’s invitation to Evo last year. She’d be out doing something amazing like starting a company or planting a garden and Jimmy would be stupid and drunk on a rooftop all alone. But Pearl came when Grian asked, and Jimmy had too, so maybe thinking like that is a bit pointless nowadays.

An owl hoots somewhere in the distance, and Jimmy can’t help but think that maybe, the Watchers have a thousand one eyes trained on it too. 

“…Hey Pearl?” 

“Yeah Jim?” 

“Could I… uh, could I ask you something?”

“I guess, long as it’s not stupid”

“I- Oh”

“Yeah. 

Pearl stares down the neck of the bottle, swishes it around a little. 

I think I’ve had enough of stupid. For like- ever. 

Her eyes are pitch black, in the years before she becomes something almost human. Just like the void, except for that one sliver of cerulean light that shines through where her pupils would be. 

Her hair billows in the night wind. 

An owl hoots in the distance. 

“… Hey Pearl?”

“Yes Jim” 

“Pearl it uh… theoretically, what-what would you do if the question was stupid because I’ll be honest Pearl, I’ll be-“ he laughs, “it might- it might be really stupid.” 

Jimmy stares at Pearl who spins and wavers and glows a little around the edges. 

“Like, super stupid.” 

Pearl stares back right. Stares and stares with void filled eyes and a scrunched up nose right up until the moment she doubles over in a fit of vicious laughter.

“Wha- you- what the- what? Jimmy! What do you- Jimmy what is wrong with you! You are such- what? What do you- I had one requirement Jimmy! One! Jimmy- oh my gosh Jimmy- Jim- you’re such ansuch an idiot!”

And Jimmy laughs too, even though that isn’t really funny and he still doesn’t consider himself an idiot, no matter what everyone and everything and the universe itself seems to tell him on a daily basis. 

He laughs, and Pearl laughs, and the owl hoots and the cow moos and the world spins round like a rainbow scented record player right up into the moment Pearl pauses and hiccups and says, 

“H- wait hey, what’s wrong?” 

‘Absolutely nothing’

Jimmy says with a confident grin. 

‘Because I have you and you have me and that’s a lot to come by nowadays.’

Except before the words can leave his mouth he feels something warm and wet run down his flushed cheeks.

“I uh-” 

And Grian doesn’t smile because Grian isn’t here and Martyn doesn’t tell him to stop making bad life choices and the Watchers don’t leave their server after all, and Pearl doesn’t hug him and tell him it’s all going to be okay regardless. 

Instead she freezes a little and her not human eyes blow wide and she sets the bottle down on that little ledge on the rooftop that overlooks what was once an empire.

“Shit, hey, no Jimmy- Jimmy, look at me”

A hand is placed on his shoulder. Warm, like Martyn’s touch was when winter came, before he opened a portal and decided to go through and left them all behind.

“Jimmy, you need to- stop- stop crying alright. It’s not-” 

She runs a hair through her hair and looks to the side, as if the treetops scattered through the landscape hold the answers. 

“C’mon Jim, there’s- it’s fine, you’re fine, it’s going to be fine. You’re- here’s what, you’re the fun one alright. Everyone else on this server is stupid and rotten and burned out or something but you- you’re not any of those things, alright? You still like, talk about wanting to see your cat and stuff. That’s funny. You’re funny. And an idiot. You’re like- the glue that sticks every piece of us together, even if those pieces are all rotten and stuff right mate? The funny one doesn’t cry. You don’t cry, I don’t- you smile Jimmy, that’s what you’re supposed to do alright, you’re supposed to smile till it’s over. You need to- I… I need you too.”

And- and That’s probably a very selfish thing for her to ask, Jimmy will realize later, when he lays curled up in the house that doubles as the most unimpressive built on the sever. 

Stupid and selfish, for her to cry and scream and destroy all she wants while Jimmy keeps on smiling for the sake of their shared universe. To fit the narrative. For the sake of everyone but himself.

But tonight Jimmy is drinking, and Pearl is smiling when she so rarely does anymore, and at the end of the day it was always Martyn who thought stuff like that through, not Jimmy. No, Jimmy is the one who makes the wrong decisions and says the wrong things and looks at Pearl on that rooftop back before Evo was done and gone and says:

“Okay”

“Okay?”

Pearl parrots, breathing heavy. 

“Okay” 

Jimmy says again, with a smile he sincerely hopes does not come across as strained, and that’s Pearls cue to nod and pull away. 

The night is cold when her hand leaves, but Grian doesn’t mention it.

“Here”

she says with a a sniff, picking up the wine and tilting it towards him. 

White. 

Like their robes were when they came from the sky and tore the universe into two. 

“It’ll make you feel better” 

And it won’t, likely, they both know that, because Grian is gone and Martyn has left and the Watchers are anything but small, but Jimmy tilts the bottle back towards the celestial rock that holds all of Pearl’s ire, and pretends very hard that it does. 

[guildwarszeke]

Just finished season 1 gang i can't believe the gays win

[an-absolute-trainwreck]

I HAVE A VERY SPECIFIC REQUEST PRETTY PLEASE

Okay so I’m autistic and that isn’t a secret lol

My favorite bug (or bug like thing) is a snail. I love snails. I love snails with my whole entire being they are fantastic they are awesome I love love love love love snails.

I also love plush

It is damn hard to find a good snail plush that is as big as I want it to be

I have been on this hunt for many many many months, literally looking up stuff like “giant snail plush” to attempt to single handedly drive up interest in a hyper-specific market

I know I could order custom, but I don’t enjoy the texture of crochet :/

HOWEVER

there is hope yet for me

This is by far the best design I’ve ever seen and if it’s put into production I may finally be able to rest

To help my cause, you can put your email in for having interest in this design when it’s completed. Literally just means that you’ll get like a single email many many months from now.

Here’s the link: https://www.squishable.com/mm5/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Product_Code=mini_garden_snail

Um

So yeah

Pretty please drive interest up in this design so squishable prioritizes making it, it would mean the world to me !! <3

[sphericalbee]

For sure the worst part of contamination OCD is people having 'levels' of safety / clean-ness. Like ik this person didn't do anything wrong but they have kind of greasy hair so now if I breathe around them i'm diseased. and obvs that breeds some resentment for those ppl which makes me feel like such a shitty person, going around disliking nice people for absolutely no reason

if my one irl is reading this u r very safe dw 👍

[maburito]

????? What the fuck happened to deskpot youtube???

Why did they swap places of the comments and videos????

[maybeimamuppet]

i’m not saying that the entire mg tumblr circle should audition together but i’m also not not saying the entire mg tumblr circle should audition together

[manybackflips]

What do you think that the giant hole where Japan used to be is being used for now?

Last I saw it, it was just being filled with water.

Is there anything going on with it?

Any landmarks?

Y’know. Besides the giant hole?

[littlegeecko]

You had my curiosity, but now you have my interest

What's the deal of Scorched and Faker?

grins

Good to see someone got the bait. Come sit on the strapped chair this is gonna be a LONG one

Short answer: If i could summarize it in a funny way, they're kinda like exes and Faker cant get over him, continously finding new ways to court him. Not "creating a new profile to see his instagram" exes. He's the "I'll throw a brick at your car's window while if u reject me again" type. He's insane over him tho

Scorched rejects him everytime, cuz he knows he's a bitch and unsufferable...except in some ocassions.

Long answer:

imma be real and honest with you i have no idea how these two would meet, and i cant remember if they've had any type of "canon" interaction either by Scorched's creator or Faker's. However, i kinda have some stuff to fill in the blanks, its VERY open to changes in the future tho

They met by complete accident while Scorched was floating in the void, at first, he only saw Faker at certain ocassions while he tried to snatch Hog's body, like a shadow at the corner of his eye, who was often watching silently to see how Scorched managed to escape the personal Void made for him, Faker is able to see it, thru any reflective surface (Picture Giratina in Distortion World) and seeing Scorched's efforts to get out while slowly getting consumed by madness picked his interest

After Scorched destroyed Hog's universe to a crisp and kept the burned, scarred look, that's when the breach between both was broken and they were now in the vast universe of Exes. Scorched was confused and lost, rightfully so, and thats when Faker comes in.

At first, Faker planned to keep Scorched to himself like someone who could spread his components around so he himself could escape his own void, considering how strong, and capable Scorched was of destroying shit + his regular anger issues. At first he would talk to him in his head kinda gaslighting him into thinkin this was a normal ocurrance in the exe world, and then revealing himself thru mirrors and water he could see himself in. When they finally came face to face (in the water) Faker realized some things all at once

Scorched was now bigger than he expected

He was a lot less angry than when he was trapped in his void, and actually very eloquent

He's not as stupid as he thought he would be.

Faker still kept pushing his plan and trying to convince Scorched with his views, but Scorched interrupted him with the "Now that sounds like bullshit" and "Why would i want you to get out i just got here i cant get myself in more trouble than i already im"

Faker kept at it, to no avail, cuz Scorched was very set on just surviving with any scraps of energy he could find, he didnt really felt like helping a random ass exe to dominate the whole world or whatever, rightful thinking if u ask me.

And for a while, that was that, until they met in person, more especifically Scorched accidently entering Faker's little pocket dimension (Visualize the background he has in Faker, in the mod)

For Scorched, it looked like a regular exe pocket world partially destroyed and dead by whoever resided it, he has seen a few of these before in his search for energy (except this one had some silly little flowers with teeth, like in Lord X's), with the key difference of an absolutely RANCID vibe attacking his nose and being. It was strong and uninviting. He has found the place where the voice in his head resides.

And boy, was it fun? For Faker i mean, at least for a while.

Faker would not let him go just like that, not without having fun with him first.

He would torture him psicologically, hurt him in fights to the brink of death, demostrate how strong he really was compared to the imperfections Scorched developed during his time in his own void, he would call him weak, try to break him mentally.

But Scorched held on. He fought back, and he spat at Faker's face at any given chance he had were he offered him to work with/for him. He would very very audibly reject him again and again.

And Faker was...fascinated. At how an inferior being such as Scorched could reject him so easily and stand his ground against him. Wasn't he scared of death? Specially by his hand?

He was even more taken aback by the fact he couldn't get himself to kill Scorched or leave him bleeding out; he would always put him back in shape snapping his fingers so he could fight again or give him space to recover, he would always ask him to join him instead of forcing him to, and even if his insolence was met with more aggression, it was starting to feel personal by the way his own voice sounded irritated each time and he stomped the ground in anger, like a child being denied something. (Little prince of the void is not used to being denied things)

Faker would tell himself it was all part of a bigger plan, that there was no fun in trying to force him to do things with him if he was so absurbdidly powerful (And being honest, even if it disgusts him, thats an aspect he got from Lord X)

As time passed, Faker was starting to develop some sorta odd feelings for Scorched. Not the traditional romantic feelings tho

He was fascinated by his existence, often irritated by the way he snapped back at him without fear, the way his words seemed to cut deeper than his claws; it made Faker feel angry, grumble to himself and stomp the floor and yell at the sky, but at the same time, it was something so new and out the usual shit. Scorched was fearless and confident, even face to face with the prince of the Void

As if he wasn't someone to be feared. As if he didn't knew who he was

(ya starting the see the parallels with lord x and majin? lol)

One time, Faker tried something different. He tried being...nicer, softer. Long fingers touching Scorched's shoulders and his voice low, deep and close to his face. He didn't threatened him, he just asked again if he really didn't want to join him. Scorched's was surprised, super confused, but overall...flustered, stumbling over his words and looking away from Faker. And it made Faker's whole fucking brain break for a second.

Well shit, that's cute. As cute as it can get for someone like him at least.

He didn't had time to try it again and prove his theory further because Scorched managed to escape, and by the time Faker noticed he was already lost in the vastity of the exe universe, so far infact, he couldn't even talk to him in his mind. Saying Faker was this close to destroying his entire pocket dimension is an understatement.

He wanted him back. He needed him back. Scorched was the only being that made him feel strange and weird and warm inside and he didnt had time to decipher what it was, or to find a way to use this to his advantage, it was driving him crazy. He was able to feel new emotions and now the source of those emotions was gone, he felt a step closer to being capable like his creator just to jump back 10 steps.

So from here an out, he would ocassionally try and find Scorched again, and the times he managed to he would try and convince him to come back to his dimension. Scorched just kinda turns him down everytime, even when he gets all flustered again. He even tries to bring him back by offering him his own energy (And Scorched is kinda curious about that, but is it worth it? ehhh)

And if we got into insane territory, Scorched's behaviour kinda turns Faker on, but u didnt hear me say that

tldr: Faker loser behavior he fumbled a bad bitch RIP his sorry ass. He also stink

[tobivos]

mimikyu cosplayer spotted on the train

[whoslazy]

sexuality and stuff is weird bc like. ill be pretty sure im aroace but then like once in a blue moon (like two times) ill meet someone and its like. oh. i need to kiss them now.

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

(( sometimes I debate putting some money towards that seige uni.cron but then I look on ebay and

Yeah no I'm good

[fivenightsatcorans]

hi ummm. how the fuck do you make a fursona

[helios1]

i probably shouldn't ask but what the hell is atomic heart

[contrastparadoxx]

Milf, then? Although I’m not gonna argue nyctea is such a dilf lmao

“You know what, maybe we just define them differently. Milf, Dilf, the important part is I am still the hottest thing off the market~”

>He is teasing somewhat

[ladyshinga]

Doctors should snark at each other more, be a bit mean. Not for no reason, mind you. But if five doctors blow me off about symptoms and doctor number six FINALLY runs actual tests and gets a diagnosis, I think it should be Doctor Six's right to call up the other five and tell them they're lazy pieces of shit. That should be socially encouraged. Those first five doctors clearly can't listen to patients, but maybe another doctor might finally get to them.