#scottpearl

[justalilpearlie]

Posting all the wonderful creations sugar (@teapot-of-tyrahn) brought to the majormoon community

Not counting the amazing fic cause i cant just copy paste it

I might get a link to it in a bit actually hold up. But anyways look at these beauties

fly high, majormoon. Next year you'll win, I believe in us.

[hallowedlobotomy]

I've already got SO many thoughts about majormoon/galaxy duo for this season and it's episode ONE

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

SECRET AGENT SCOTTPEARL SKETCH ATTACK!!!

fun notes:

i do NOT know how to draw heels

i have no idea how pearl’s pose turned out as well as it did. or scott’s skirt. how the fuck did i do that

both scott and pearl have a flower hidden somewhere in their design relating to their agency!

(pearl’s is the iris pin on her chest (since iris = eye = WATCH), and scott’s is his pink gentian earring (pink gentian flowers only release their pollen if they sense a high C note frequency, which seems pretty LISTEN coded to me))

im going to kiss you i love you you are so perfect to me its THEM they are LOVEHATING THIS look at pearl shes probably about to pull a fucking gun djdbsbsjs. they both have one eye on the other and the other eye on their target (Gem). scotts DRESS. martyn tried to talk him out of it but he could not be swayed. im stealing the flower symbols those are great

[onebizarrekai]

And thus, the Gods deemed them soulmates.

I said I was writing a fic with joel in it but this is a different fic I was writing at the same time. would you like some double life scottpearl where they didn't mean to?

[pearlthebard]

By the time they’re done clearing up the last of the disaster, the sun is almost up.

On the bright side, the beach looks almost back to normal. Scott’s always been a skilled builder; he tells Pearl that her terraforming abilities are second to none, too, and she has no choice but to believe him. Together they’ve managed to sweep the crater of their latest double-explosion back to being a mostly-intact cliff face and a slightly uneven sandy floor. If you hadn’t seen it before, you might be convinced that the Archipearlago had always looked this way.

They’ve talked, too. Scott is still a little unsteady on his feet from the sudden influx of a second, a third lifetime’s worth of memories, and so as he digs and shifts and replaces he keeps asking scattered questions. Pearl answers everything she can as patiently as she can. It’s not exactly comfortable, shuffling back through the worst six weeks of her life to explain what the thing about the snow was, or why she used to wake up every morning to a sharp shooting pain in her heart, and what exactly that has to do with the fiery-haired figure he’s never met before but who sits constant in both of their recollections like the souring aftertaste of a sweet drink... but it’s necessary.

(And besides, Pearl won’t back off from a little thing like reliving bad memories. She’s not so weak. She can stomach it, and so she does.)

So they’ve made the beach look good as new again, and they’ve covered the gaps in Scott’s still-raw memories, and as she kicks the last of the sand over a jutting spike of cobble she declares that enough to be getting on with.

Scott’s reluctant to leave, of course. This guilt that he’s become fixated on, the neverending well of remorse, has had him spontaneously apologising over and over again all night like he can’t stop himself from saying it whenever it pops back into his mind. Knowing everything he did and making sense of it must have made the compulsion even worse than before, because it feels like half the things he says are “sorry”. And he keeps looking back over at her, paws - hands - half-reaching like he wants something from her.

She figures it out before too long. These hugs aren’t exactly what she’d fantasised about at her lowest points in the old world, shivering and huddled up next to a half-starved wolfdog with a yellow collar, but they’re better than anything she could have hoped for back then. At least Scott actually wants her now.

He says he’s never going to abandon her like that again. That she deserves better, and that he’ll be here to give it to her. That (and he’s hesitant, here, but he says it anyway) he wants to be her best friend, properly this time.

Pearl would be a fool to not accept that offer.

(She’s probably a fool either way, but at least like this she’s a fool with someone’s arms around her.)

But he does need to sleep, and so does she, and so they part with bittersweet smiles in the end. Pearl doesn’t take her eyes off of Scott until he’s disappeared all the way round the side of the mountain.

Then she sits on the sand and she watches the rest of the sunrise.

The ocean is her only soundtrack. Its music is familiar, rhythmic and comforting - the same ebb and flow she heard each night before she left on her desperate attempt to shake off a man who only wanted closure. The same quiet shushing that lulled her to sleep more than once in the old world, cut off though they were from the wider expanse of the world. She’d like to play, for old times’ sake, to an audience of nothing but the fish and the kelp and the coral.

Her guitar’s in Gobland, though, and her bass and horn still tossed on the bed in that Chromian tavern room. She’ll need to fetch those sooner rather than later.

The dogs are in Gobland too, which is maybe a more urgent concern than that; Pearl doesn’t want to make Sausage do any more hard work than he has to looking after her pups. She’ll go get them first. As soon as she has a new house and a new bed - somewhere for them to settle.

Pearl stands up and goes to grab some of that extra cobblestone. Starter shack it is, then. Can’t be as ugly as Box.

The morning is bright and calm. The future feels clearer than ever.

Pearl is warm.

[mcytyaoi]

food is ready

They hate eachother so much they make out aggressively in the woods

Do you think they've explored eachothers bodies? 🤔 /memeref

(Also little hc, soulmates share some traits, in their case its hair color, their ends are switched up w the other... after the break up pearl tried to cut it off but it only extended further up... so she tried covering it w red dye... poorly..)

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[justalilpearlie]

He has a warmth to him that's hard to match, shining as bright as the stars that illuminate our world during the coldest hours of the darkest of nights. The moon only wishes it could meet half of the light of all the stars combined.

Doodle :3

[t4t4tclethian]

anyone else ever think about how at the end of double life, pearl was fully ready and willing to kill scott. had her bow drawn and ready to shoot. but then when he lit the tnt under himself she screamed out in concern for him

[justalilpearlie]

You've got to be kidding! (Secret Life)

[scottsmajorshipbracket]

I will say this now, Scott/Joel has far too many ship names. Scott/Joel fanatics, please pick one and stick with it lol <3

[justalilpearlie]

BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK GALAXY DUO FLUFF GALAXY DUO FLUFF SPOTTED

Reunions

[ilexdiapason]

do i have to write the fucking divorce quartet wicked au for you all to see

[mcytyaoi]

Hai mcytyaoi did i do good this time? Lookin at u w my littol guy eyes... look its men kissing...

(There are many more on the way too. Im talking every life series season and both empires seasons.)

you did so good m so proud of you look at those lil guys!!!!

my submissions should already be open but ill double check that later today. if ur serious ur gonna be Feeding the economy hoooly shit

[mcytshipsandmore]

where’s that one anon that liked qpr scottpearl. they were so right. come back

they are the embodiment of toxic yaori to me i love them so much they need to fight to the death and get therapy

My favorite toxic QPR, they really deserved to do a fight to the death in double life

-🍫

[teapot-of-tyrahn]

vote ll scott / dl pearl. don't make me do it. i WILL pull out the paragraph rambles abt them

[mosscloakenthusiast]

Treebark Week day 2 - light/dark

Ren doesn’t tell anyone when he starts having nightmares. King can’t be seen as weak, yknow? Strong leaders shouldn’t be sitting up in the middle of the night, arms hugging chest, trying to hold back tears from some stupid nightmare.

He wonders if it's to do with turning red. If the thirst to kill is bleeding into his dreams somehow. He sees Scar with a sword and Scott with an axe and Etho with a dagger and over and over again he dies, he wasn’t ready, he didn’t do enough. 

The dreams always end with Martyn hovering over his body, laughing at his death, or telling him he deserved it, or saying he was never really on his side. Part of him knows why his Hand is such a feature in his dreams. He tries not to think about it.

It becomes somewhat of a routine. Wake up with a jolt, attempt steady breathing, light a lamp and try to ground himself, tracing the shadows with his eyes, checking none of them  are Martyn, finally betraying him, trying to kill him in his sleep. Or something.

Which is why, when scanning the shadows he sees Martyn, hovering in the doorway, he very loudly yelps, reaching for his axe, primed to strike-

“You alright? I heard movement, was worried something woke you.”

The swap in Ren’s mind from “possible threat” to safe safe safe was so disorienting that he didn’t have the chance to hide the tears in his eyes and the speed of his breathing and in a second Martyn is at his bedside, grabbing his hands and squeezing.

“Hey, hey, bud, I’m here. I’m here. I got you”

“You do?” It comes out barely a whisper. 

“Yeah. I’m real, I’m here, I’ve got you. Do you want me to go get you some water?”

“NO- Please don’t leave.” He’s grabbed the front of Martyn’s shirt, trying to pull him to sit on the bed. “Please.” 

Martyn gently sits, moving so he’s beside Ren. Tentatively taking his hand again.

Ren grabs Martyn’s hand in both of his. Holds on tight. “Wolf brain thinks if you leave you’re not coming back.”

“Well, good news for your wolf brain, I’m not going anywhere.” Martyn scoots closer, so their sides are practically touching. Ren feels his face flush, his breathing go fast fast for a very different reason

Martyn is here. Martyn is safe. Ren can panic about how close they are in the morning.