#smajor and scar also have wings

[minecraftbookshelf]

Me: * has so many more productive things I could be doing* Also Me: "I should make a list, with reference images, about what kinds of wings different mcyt character/persona/whatevers have"

Anyway I've been on wikipedia looking at moth and bird pictures and its been fun

[vivianquill]

Jimmy hoisted himself onto the edge of the pool, keeping half an eye on the fiery mer laying where Jimmy had left him. Martyn was still laying an arms-reach away from the edge of the water, soaking wet and chest heaving.

Jimmy was just thankful that he was still breathing.

With what the other mer had been yelling about, Jimmy was all too aware just how close Martyn had come to being murdered right in front of him.

He felt guilty for not pushing harder to come back out here alone. If the other mer hadn't seen Scott or Martyn until after Jimmy had made friends with him, then this probably wouldn't have happened.

"Martyn. . . ?" Jimmy questioned, reaching out with a dripping hand to nudge his leg, "Are you-- are you gonna be okay?"

It took a moment, but Martyn pushed himself up to a sitting position, letting out another stream of coughs, "Yeah-- yeah. I'll be okay."

Jimmy glanced back down at the red mer at the bottom of the pool. He still hadn't moved, beyond his fins twitching every now and again. Jimmy knew that the sedatives Martyn had used were strong, but--

He just wished that none of this would have happened this way.

"You-- uhm. I don't think that you getting in the water was a very smart idea. . ."

"In hindsight? Yeah." Martyn took a deep breath, suppressing a cough, "That was probably the dumbest thing i could've done."

Scott walked out of the house a moment later with a small stack of towels, and their first aid kit. He set them down on one of the pool chairs nearby the door, before walking over to help Martyn to his feet and over.

Jimmy just watched from the edge of the pool as Scott sat Martyn down, draping a towel around his shoulders.

"Jimmy, did he manage to bite you too?" Scott called, turning to look over at him.

"No." Jimmy shook his head, "He didn't get me. He tried, though."

"Alright. Good." Scott gave a little nod of his head, before turning back to his own bites.

The mer had given Scott quite the thrashing, it looked like. Jimmy had still been able to taste the blood in the water, before he'd come up to check on Martyn.

But they looked like they were fine. And Jimmy didn't like the thought of what might happen if they left their guest alone again.

Jimmy hadn't been able to figure out everything that the mer had been chattering about, but from what he knew about his own kind, and how the mer had reacted to Martyn and Scott, and the bits and pieces Jimmy picked up-- well. Let's just say that it didn't seem pretty. He'd been chirruping a child's call, mostly. One that Jimmy himself had yelled himself hoarse with, when he'd been freshly stolen.

Jimmy might've been taken from his pod young, but it seemed like the opposite had happened to this mer. Maybe. He obviously had a different pod now, because of what he'd said about not telling the humans at the marine rescue about them. And it wasn't uncommon for mer to change pods without anything bad happening.

But--

It didn't feel right to leave him alone.

Not now, not after what had just happened. Not after Jimmy could see just how quickly things had spiraled out of control.

Jimmy could understand. The other mer had not only been hurt in that nasty storm, but he'd also been stolen by humans and from what Martyn said, he'd been stuck in a tiny little shallow pool barely big enough to stretch out in! And then, once he'd gotten attached to those humans, Jimmy's pod had come in and took them and the mer had thought they'd killed someone.

It was an overreaction, what the mer had done, but it was an understandable one. Jimmy would probably have done the same, if their positions were switched.

Jimmy slipped back into the water. Right now the best thing he could do was make sure the mer was okay too, because he didn't have anyone looking out for him and also Jimmy sort of wanted to make sure that the splint hadn't come loose. From what Jimmy had seen, the cuts in the other mer's fins hadn't impacted his ability to swim. at least, not in this size of a pool. Lizzie would be able to tell better, once she got here.

Jimmy spread his sails as he got close, drifting above the mer, "Hey, uhm. . ."

Gosh he didn't want to just manhandle the mer to check on the splint but he didn't know how to ask.

The mer flinched, curling into himself as he glanced up at Jimmy. It was almost fascinating, how quickly his mood could change-- where before he was all puffed up and posturing, now he was doing the exact opposite.

Then again, he was sorta drugged right now.

Jimmy suppressed a shudder of regret, settling himself on the tiles next to the mer, "I just wanted-- can I touch you? I need to check the splint."

To Jimmy's surprise, the mer shifted closer, holding out his injured hand to Jimmy. Which, after a quick check to make sure everything was still in place, Jimmy let go of. But when he went to scoot back, to give the mer a bit of space, it was answered by a soft whine.

It wasn't really words? The closest thing it meant was "don't go." So Jimmy moved back, surprised to have the mer press his tail gently against Jimmy's.

Oh, poor thing. He was probably so touch starved, Jimmy knew firsthand how important physical contact was to mer.

"Oh, c'mere. . ." Jimmy warbled, pulling the mer against him in a hug and draping his tail over the other mer's. It wasn't a surprise to him when the other mer reciprocated, tucking his head against Jimmy's chest and curling his tail around Jimmy's.

Surely this would help calm him down. Whenever Jimmy got too stressed, he always felt better after some cuddles.

It didn't take long for the mer to fall asleep on Jimmy, but that was probably more from the sedatives than Jimmy himself.

It wasn't until Jimmy was running his hand through the sleeping mer's hair that he realized he hadn't told Martyn or Scott that he was gonna spend some time down here with their guest. Oh well. If they really wanted to know, Scott would come down to talk to him.

Looking down at the mer, Jimmy also realized that they still didn't know his name. Maybe he'd be able to get it from the mer when he woke up.

[cielcorner]

"My Doll"

Trigger Warning: Extremely Dubious Consent due to hypnotism, heavy manipulation, etc. If you are sensitive to said topics, please do not read.

"Home sweet home, my doll!" Spectrum giggled as he placed the dirty blonde on his bed, Owen rolling his eyes.

"I'm stealing your bathroom for an hour." He grabbed his civilian clothes, walking to the door.

"That's fine! I'll be here!" Spectrum giggled as the brunette closed the door. He smiled, removing his mask and jacket, placing them on a chair.

Now out of costume, Scott Smajor changed into some pajamas before facing Sheriff, who was staring at the wall, unable to think. Good, he didn't need to think. All he had to do was sit there and look pretty, like the doll he was. He smiled at the the thought, removing the dirty blonde's hat, vest, and scarf, placing them on a chair before opening his closet.

"What to put you in...?" He hummed, "Hmmm... I mean, I could leave you in boxers, what do you think?" He chuckled, laughing at his own joke.

"Mmmn-"

Scott turned and saw Sheriff's face was twisted.

"H-H-Huuuh-"

"Shhhhhhh~" Scott cooed, quickly closing the distance between them, holding the other's cheeks, "No thinking for you~ Just sit there looking pretty~"

Sheriff slipped easily, his face relaxing as he once again fell under Scott's control. Damn, even now, he's still trying to fight. I have to watch what I say and order of him if me asking what he thinks can bring him back. Scott turned back to the closet, deciding a clean white shirt was all Sheriff needed.

He unbuttoned the dirty blonde's shirt and widened his eyes. Winged... surgery scars...? He looked at Sheriff's back, eyes getting bigger, Small canary wings...?! Scott was in shock before he gently removed Sheriff's mask.

"Holy- Is that-?!" Scott cupped the dirty blonde's cheeks before smiling brightly, "Oh, my god! Jimmy Solidarity Gaming is Sheriff, aye?! That's so cool! No wonder I like you so much!" He then put the new white shirt on the dirty blonde, unbuttoning and removing his jeans, "We sure live in a small world, huh? That's crazy! I can't believe you became a vigilante! And a confident flirter too! I guess that's my doing, you're welcome everyone! I mean, I am sorry I have to take this handsome hunk off the streets, but he's miiiiiiine~!" Scott giggled. 

Owen walked out, sighing, "Alright, I'm done.

"Thank you so much for your hard work, Owen! You're dismissed, minion!" Scott teased, playfully clapping his hands together, "That will be all!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going!" Owen laughed, waving as he left, "See ya tomorrow!"

"See ya!" Scott chuckled.

He smiled, looking at Solidarity's face, still blank. He gently laid the other down laying beside him.

"Cuddle me."

The dirty blonde did.

Scott smiled, "So handsome, doll. And all mine. Go ahead and sleep."

Solidarity's eyes fluttered closed and Scott smiled. He turned off the lights and fell asleep himself.

***

Scott kept Solidarity in his room, slowly teaching him while under his hypnosis while also slowly trying to ease away from using it. Sure, it was nice to always have a dress up doll, but using his powers constantly, twenty four/seven, and especially so much of it? It made Scott tired. So, after having all his fun with his toy sheriff, he would slowly pull Solidarity up from the hypnosis and feed him false memories.

"W-What-"

"Shhhh, get some sleep, it's okay." Scott cooed, "I've got you now, I've saved you."

The dirty blonde tried to say something, but his eyes fluttered closed once more.

Scott smirked, knowing slowly by surely, Solidarity was falling into his grasps.

Scott kept bringing the other up from hypnosis, just enough so he can hear Scott's voice and how he "saved him from Spectrum", before pushing him down once more. Solidarity's mind was slowly being broken beyond repair and Scott was enjoying it. Everyday, he brought Solidarity up a little more than before, just so he was conscious enough to understand that Scott "saved" him, but still under his control if things went haywire. When he finally felt the other was ready, he slowly let go of his hypnosis, staying alert just in case he needed to put Solidarity back under.

"Hey, Jim?" Scott cooed, "Hey, can you hear me?"

"Nnngh... w-what... what happened...?" The dirty blonde groaned, his eyes still a bit glossed over.

"Ah, finally, you're awake!" Scott smiled brightly, acting, "Are you okay? Sore? Does your head hurt? Did the potion work or...?"

"Who- What-?" The dirty blonde rubbed his eyes before widening them, "Scott?! Scott, what are you doing here- wait..." He seemed to think for a second, "You... Did you save me?"

"Yeah!" He lied, "Spectrum really did a number on you!" Scott tucked the other's bangs behind his ear, Solidarity blushing a bit, "He didn't hurt you too much, as much as I could tell. But he did keep you really, really under control! Xornoth had to help me get you out of it!"

The dirty blonde blinked, confused a bit before it seemed to sink in what Scott was talking about. He sat up with a groan, "I... see..." He rubbed his eyed before he seemed to realize something, "Wait... You...? You said you saved me, then..." He looked at Scott, "Y-You know...?"

Scott stiffened and looked away, "Yeah... I... I'm sorry, I would never want to force you to reveal who you are but..."

Solidarity groaned, "I-It's fine... I mean, you helped me, so, I guess I don't really mind." He rubbed his head, "I-I still can't remember much..."

Scott gently held his hand, smiling softly, "Well, you're safe now." He laced his voice with a small bit of hypnosis.

The dirty blonde blinked, his eyes flashing a bit before he nodded, "Yeah... thanks. Thank you." He rubbed his eyes, "S-Sorry, I'm not trying to be rude, just... I think I'm still a bit out of it."

"No, you're okay, I understand. Why don't you stay here for a bit? Just to recover?"

"...Yeah, I think that's for the best. I'm still kinda tired and feel exhausted and just can't remember much..."

"It's okay." Scott reassured, standing up and hugging him. He smirked, whispering sweetly in his ear, "I'm happy you're okay."

Solidarity blushed and hugged back, "T-Thank you."

From there, Scott continued to subtly mind control him, convincing the dirty blonde that he should stay, that he was protected here, that Spectrum was still out there and would try to kidnap him again.

"B-But the Sheriff-"

"I know you want to still help people, but putting your life on the line. Spectrum will kidnap you again!" The villain hugged Solidarity tightly, "P-Please... Please don't go. I don't want you to get hurt."

Solidarity hesitated before he nodded, the dirty blonde's eyes flashing a bit, falling for the man's voice, "Okay... Okay, yeah, I'll stay... I mean, I guess I can retire. But I should get a job-"

"No, don't, you don't need one!" Scott reassured, smiling, "I'm rich, remember? Just stay here, just stay with me."

The dirty blonde's head bobbed a bit before he smiled, nodding, "Okay. I'll stay here, with you."

The villain smiled innocently, pulling Solidarity in for a kiss, "I'm so happy to have you back... Man, I was an idiot for letting you go!"

Solidarity blushed and laughed, kissing Scott once more.

All mine, you're all mine. Scott smirked.

Scott managed to convince (mind control, but is there really a difference?) Solidarity that he didn't need anyone besides him, that Owen was his only friend. After he did that, it was easy to convince him to get rid of his phone and social media platforms, buying him a new phone with a brand new phone number, the only contacts being his and Owen. After doing that, he blocked all news channels from the TV, not wanting Solidarity to see any news of him being missing or anything like that. The dirty blonde went with it, not able to do much else, his mind unable to piece things back together.

And Scott was happy and so is Solidarity. After all, why wouldn't he be happy with Scott?

***

"I'm back!" Scott cooed, opening the door. He smiled at Solidarity, who sat on the bed, watching TV, his eyes seemingly glazed over.

He sat down beside the dirty blonde, Solidarity snapping out of it, "Oh! Scott, hi! I-I'm sorry, I got lost in thought."

"You're so pretty when you're out of it~" Scott cooed, kissing his lips.

The dirty blonde blushed but kissed back. Scott smirked into the kiss and pushed him against the bed, deepening the kiss. Solidarity whined, allowing the other to deepen the kiss more and more. Scott's hands wandered under Solidarity's shirt, teasing at his sides and pinching his nipples, the dirty blonde gasping against his lips.

"S-Scott, wait, I-"

Scott cooed, kissing at his nose, "I'll take care of you, you know that~"

Solidarity nodded, "I-I know, just-" He blushed and leaned back into the sheets, "I-I just..."

"What, what is it?"

The dirty blonde sat up and leaned into Scott's neck, "...J-Just... be gentle, okay...? I'm not..."

Scott hugged him close, "Dary... are you feeling dysphoric, handsome?"

"N-No, not really, just... I'm scared I'll get more dysphoric when... everything comes off."

"Don't worry, honey, I'll make you feel so good, you know that, right?" Scott cooed.

Solidarity gasped, shaking a bit as he laid back down. His eyes were glazed over, so easy to slip under Scott's control. The villain smiled, kissing his nose and cheeks as he removed the other's shirt. Solidarity wrapped his arms around Scott's shoulders, letting out adorable little squeaks and moans as the man kissed and sucked marks into his neck. The dirty blonde tilted his head, giving the man more access to his pale skin. Scott kissed his nose, one hand trailing down into his pants, under his boxers.

"So wet already~" Scott cooed, his hand teasing at Solidarity's clit, "All for me, hmm?"

"S-Scott-" Solidarity tried to close his legs.

"Spread those legs for me, love." Scott demanded, voice sickly sweet.

The dirty blonde did so, head bobbing a bit as his eyes fluttered. However, he moaned loudly as Scott's fingers continued teasing at him. Solidarity panted, shaking in the other's hold.

"H-Haaa-!" The dirty blonde grabbed his wrist, "S-Scott-!"

"What is it, love?"

"G-Good."

Scott smiled, nodding, "I know, so good for me, aren't you?"

The dirty blonde nodded.

"Can you keep your legs spread for me?"

Solidarity nodded, his eyes glowing a bit, "Y-Yeah, of course..."

"Good boy, perfect for me." Scott smiled, kissing his nose.

The man then removed Solidarity's pants and boxers, kissing at his stomach. The dirty blonde spread his legs more, Scott smirking as he grabbed Solidarity's legs, hiking them over his shoulders as he leaned down. Solidarity twitched before he moaned, Scott using his fingers to spread Solidarity's folds, leaning forward and licking a wet stripe from his hole to his clit. Scott lost himself after that, wanting nothing more than to just hear Solidarity scream his name.

He alternated between pressing wet and open-mouthed kisses on his clit and prodding his tongue inside of Solidarity. He was sloppy, licking and kissing everywhere he could, not that Solidarity seemed to care. The dirty blonde moaned loudly, rocking his hips into the other, making Scott moan. He moved one of his hands to hook around the dirty blonde's thighs, pulling him closer as he closed his eyes, humming against Solidarity's skin. Scott's other hand moved and slipped two fingers into Solidarity, licking and sucking at the dirty blonde's clit.

Scott lost himself between the dirty blonde's thighs. He easily thrusted his fingers in and out of the dirty blonde, dragging his tongue up and down his folds, sucking his clit. Solidarity's moans and groans grew in volume, shaking and clenching the sheets, digging his heels into Scott's back. He threw his head back, arching his back, whining.

"S-Scott, o-oh god-!"

The villain opened his eyes and looked up at the dirty blonde. Solidarity had his eyes closed, face a bright red, sweat dripping down his face. Solidarity opened his eyes and looked down, seeing Scott had paused. He whined, grinding into the other's mouth. Scott moaned against his skin, continuing his behavior. Sucking and licking, thrusting his fingers, teasing at his clit, licking at his hole, Scott's face covered in slick.

Solidarity squeezed his thighs tighter around the other's head, "S-Scott, Scott, I-I'm close, m'gonna-"

Scott redoubled his efforts, licking and sucking at Solidarity's clit as if his life depended on it. The dirty blonde shook, his knuckles turning white as he tugged at the sheets. Tears came to Solidarity's eyes as he arched his back more, grinding down against Scott's face and hand. Scott continued, wanting the dirty blonde to scream.

And scream, he did.

"S-Scott, I-I'm-!" The dirty blonde screamed out, his heel surely leaving a bruise in the villain's back.

Scott pulled his fingers out of the dirty blonde, his sucking being reduced to kitten licks as he helped the dirty blonde through the orgasm.

Solidarity groaned, pushing at the villain's head, "E-Enough-!"

Scott chuckled, placing a final kiss to his clit and sat up, licking his lips, his face covered in slick. Solidarity blushed darkly at the sight.

Scott leaned over the dirty blonde, grinding his clothed cock against Solidarity's pussy, "Don't think we're done, sweetheart~ You can give me a couple more, can't you?"

Solidarity's eyes glowed as he nodded, "Y-Yeah..."

"That's a good boy, you're going to come for me at least three times tonight, honey~!"

The dirty blonde nodded again, shaking.

[atherix]

Soo, A few more characters description questions

In midnight what do Scott and Jimmy look like (like what do they normally wear)

And. What do the watcher gods look like or are they just kinda shadowy thjngs?

Also, could you give some character descriptions of Joe, lizzy, bdubs, doc and cleo, if you don't mind. And heights of the characters?

*I know I'm probably forgetting g someone and I need to reread midnight but I've been super busy

Hmmmmmmm this is a long post so I'll put it below the cut <3

Jimmy is "from a farm in Tumble Town" (supposedly) so likes to dress the part... though he does it, uh. Badly. Think button up, bluejean jacket and bluejeans that clash horribly, brown cowboy boots with the stirrups removed, a ten gallon hat that Scott is constantly hiding so he won't wear it in front of people, a red handkershief around his throat- he's an absolute mess, not a shred of fashion sense to him. Scott, on the other hand, is absolutely fabulous. He wears colorful clothes, semi-formal style. Think suit without the jacket in shades of purple, and black dress shoes that are always shined to perfection. He also has his pale blue hair (ofc, he's Scott Smajor <3) and heterochromia, with an amber eye and a blue eye. They have matching wedding rings, gold <3 Jimmy is, of course, short as most Avians are- he's a few inches taller than Grian, at least. Meanwhile, Scott is around the same height as Scar, maybe just slightly shorter than him.

Watcher gods are.... in a way they're shapeshifters. We haven't seen their true forms but we will one day, but there's a reason in Grian's POV I describe him as "feeling like his skin is turning to molten glass." Watcher gods typically wear purple cloaks that completely hide their features, and will often hide in a humanoid facade (just as Grian is doing now), but their true forms are... unfathomable. I actually described one in Midnight Alley as;

" He doesn’t really know what he’s seeing. It’s unexplainable- incomprehensible, even. It’s not human though it wears long, flowing robes, and its four, six, nine wings are made of feathers that are both fire and ice, sharp yet flickering. They drip like liquid- like ichor- and are black and white and gold and violet all at once yet not at all. Crowns, many crowns, dance around and eyes- eyes, so many eyes- stare back at him, so many eyes he can’t figure out where the eyes end and the being begins.

It has two, four, seven arms yet none, shifting and malleable as it moves closer. It reaches out a hand, slowly- a hand that melts into a human-like shape, like spun glass and flowing magma. "

Joe... how to even describe Joe. He's Joe. I mean- like. Yeah. Joe is Joe. I don't even know how to describe him. He's the most human human to have ever human'd while somehow being so completely not human. Like. He's just a Dude™ but like. To the left. He's pretty average height, a bit shorter than Scar I'd think- so about Scott's height.

Lizzie has a few different forms, as a shapeshifter, but her human form is just... Lizzie. She has pink hair and more often than not her ears are cat ears, hidden under her hair. She likes to experiment with her style, though she likes Cute styles. As a humanoid-cat she's a pink, black and white calico! Of course she's also a pink, black and white calico in straight-up cat form but still. She's also pretty short, being a cat shapeshifter, somewhere between Jimmy and Scott's height. Bonus Joel, Lizzie's changeling husband. He's tall. Like not quite Mumbo tall but pretty close. He's a button-up and dress pants type man, wanting to look good for his wife and all that. He sometimes has a beard, sometimes he shaves it off.

BDubs is, again... he's BDubs. His style changes day to day, shifting between traditional Elven and traditional Vampire and then sometimes he's a T-shirt and jeans type of guy, but he always- ALWAYS, no exceptions- has his moss-woven cloak. Oh! He also has semi-long hair, nowhere near as long as Scar's but definitely around his shoulders, but even so he generally keeps his hood up when not at home. He's short, which is EXTREMELY abnormal for an Elf. No one knows what happened (that's a lie, I know and Belle knows if they remember). BDubs is just as short as Grian, if not an inch or two shorter.

Doc is Doc! He's a creeper hybrid (I may also allow him to be a goat hybrid as well, so maybe a creeper-goat hybrid) with prosthetics. While he was in his coven he was forced to dress in traditional Vampire clothes- like basically mourning suit, pretty much. Once he's out of there and recovering (in Xisuma's Coven, btw) and finding his own style again, he experiments but is almost always found with an open lab coat. Because I love him for that. He's around the same height as Scott, I believe.

Cleo... Cleo my queen... she's a Zombie hybrid Vampire so she has her classic green skin and red eyes, with fiery red hair that may or may not change into snakes when her Vampire magic starts to take over and changes her into her less human, more monstrous form :) But they definitely have a super classy classic Vampire style; beautiful, stunning gowns (some ripped almost to shreds in very aesthetically pleasing locations, some sleek, all beautiful) and stunning, absolutely gender-envy-inducing suits.... I am love they. Also, they are tall. Like. I mean tall. They're taller than Mumbo, in fact. Not by much, mind you, she's maybe got two inches at best on him but by god I fucking love tall Cleo and y'all can pry them from my cold fingers <3

That is perfectly understandable, hope you get through everything you need to do!! <3

[crystalkitty1220]

Monthly-ish check-in

Aka more of a diary entry than a blog post

Gonna disappear again for a bit after posting this

Decided to major in animation because ever since losing all of my confidence when it comes to writing creatively in Creative Writing class, my focus has been moved entirely to storyboards and scripts. Storytelling is still my passion but clearly I'm not very good with words, and tbh the only reason I had ever really been confident in my writing is because I'm good with grammar. I feel like my storyboards/scripts are pretty good and capture the exact energy I've never really been able to get across in my writing, but actual animation capabilities are still yet to be seen because I can barely fucking draw in the first place. Gonna also experiment with 3D modeling in college, because who knows, maybe I'm better if I can see my work from multiple angles at a time.

Maybe I'll host a MAP at some point when I fully come back to tumblr. If I do, it'll probably be centered around Traffic Life. Or maybe IBVS if there's enough people.

Fandom-wise, I somehow managed to get Echos obsessed with Traffic Life by showing them some episodes of Secret Life (specfically Tango's Torchy one). Then we watched Empires together, and now Echos is watching season 10 of Hermitcraft with me (Grian, Scar, and Joel's povs, though without them I've also been watching Mumbo, Bdubs, occasionally Zed, and now Doc. Before season 10 I only watched Grian, Scar, and Bdubs). I've even started working on a little something centered around Jimmy and the Canary Curse. Also add Xornoth to the list of even remotely evil-aligned characters that I thought were dudes at first and find out they're nonbinary/genderfluid/genderqueer after I start crushing on them. This is the, what, fifth time? At this point if I get a crush on a character I should just immediately start calling them by they/them. Specifically the Empires the Musical one btw, not the one that's just Smajor with a voice filter.

Still been having major nostalgia for Feral ever since downloading Emuferal. Got Krita to paint something based on it but I don't know when I'll post that. Wrote around three complete animatic scripts featuring the Blood Tundra kobolds. Three is actually a very small number compared to the amount I normally write per fandom. (Then again, I've only got around 2-ish for IBVS. That's probably because I like to focus on symbolism for my animation scripts, and the only consistent symbolism I can think of for IBVS is with Isaac and birds. He's been drawn in a bird cage, which is very much known to symbolize being trapped or lacking some kind of freedom. In another bit of art he's been drawn with wings, showing the achievement of freedom. Freedom from what? Hell if I know. Possibly unrelated to the bird stuff, in another bit of art, Isaac is seen holding Drew's hand. Drew has a confused, upset expression, and Isaac's expression is unreadable as always but I interpret it as being rather solemn. Isaac's feet are, notably, not on the fucking ground. He's drifting away, and Drew's trying to hold onto him. This could symbolize Isaac shutting down emotionally/socially and Drew trying to help. Or, if this connects to the freedom symbolism, Isaac might fucking die by the end of IBVS. It's probably the first one. I am eating this shit up I fucking adore symbolism.)

Speaking of IBVS, I've been reworking Curse!IBVS. The version I posted about in the past was basically the second version of Curse (I never posted anything about the first) so this one would be version three. Isaac's going back to being much more like version 1 because I decided I'm not a huge fan of the second one for multiple reasons. Due to Drew having healing powers, he and Nevin are also getting reworked - I even wrote a little snippet surrounding them just to get the vibes right, but I don't think I'll ever post it. Edward's curse is basically staying the same, but the way he handles it is being changed so he can work as a sort of foil to Nevin. I'm still trying to figure out how to turn Dez's power into a curse without making it too similar to Nevin's or Edward's. And I'm thinking Chris and Charlie can be more similar to normal IBVS, and then I can use Chris as a sort of anchor to introduce everything else. Also my brain keeps showing my this huge dramatic climax scene but unfortunately I think it's a little too out-of-character and I have no clue how it'd even get to that point.

Got the fourth Animorphs graphic novel. The whale thing is still super weird. Ax looks nothing like I imagine him. Not much more to say on that.

Started playing Royale High more regularly but it's a bit depressing because I've been playing since it was Winx Fairies and Mermaids Roleplay and now it's just Work a Job to Buy Useless Items and Invest in the Stock Market Simulator. Idk the musical chairs minigame is pretty fun.

Warrior Cats animations continue to be my main inspiration for basically everything I've ever drawn. I could write about them for hours but it's already 1am so I probably shouldn't. Oh and the new arc is pretty good if you cut out everything that isn't Frostpaw. Might be my new favorite pov character.

Really disappointed Camp Camp ended on ep 4 of the new season because literally episode 5 is always either a Jasper episode or my favorite episode Quartermoon Convergence. I can't believe my favorite character is now bald forever and my second favorite character hasn't been mentioned since season 3. On the plus side I have a whole separate document from my main script one just for Camp Camp animatic scripts because I've written so many of them. I don't know what I have more of, UTMV scripts or Camp Camp ones.

For years, crossovers have for some reason been my brain's main focus. Probably because the first ever fanfic I read was Morphing is Magic, and that shit was fire. So here's a few of the odd ones that have found their way into my thoughts:

•Yet another variation of an Animorphs and IBVS crossover.

•"The Othermind from WoF can affect people who ingest the Breath of Evil, and Nightmare's goo can break down and absorb anything, so could he be affected by the Othermind if he was stabbed one of the vines? Would it not count because he doesn't have a bloodstream?"

•IBVS constantly haunts my brain so that last one turned into the IBVS characters being dropped into the WoF world (as humans, mind you) but Drew and Nevin are in Pantala while the rest end up in Pyhrria.

•Similarly (while I was reading the new Warriors arc), the IBVS being dropped into the lake territory (this time catified) and all into different clans.

•Speaking of catification, I found this shit (below) in my ibis paint drafts, and immediately screenshotted it to send to Echos.

I don't remember how or why I drew Drew's hair like that. I don't know why Dez would be trying to catboyify Drew, or why using the wrong materials would get him possessed by Ende from Feral. But by god, the thing that caught me off-guard most is the words "Is this what I get for saving your life? Catboyfication?" and I don't think I could write something funnier if I tried. Of course my brain immediately began to run with this, resulting in this blurb of text later being sent to Echos:

Me: it's four in the fucking morning, *stop* thinking of dumbass crossovers, they don't even make any fucking sense / My brain: monika said she had some of rachel's memories when possessing her. What if, when ende possesses drew, she's led back to his home and immediately feels like this place is a sanctuary - a safe place after being in danger for so long - something that drew has managed to find but ende still longs for. When she walks inside and sees nevin, she gets really emotional and can't stop herself from hugging him, then has to come up with the excuse that she (still pretending to be drew) didn't realized how much she missed him, then makes a fake promise to explain what happened in the morning. When she's by herself in drew's room she silently swears to drew - despite the fact she can feel he's falling into some kind of 'sleep', one that she can only recognize because she herself has been in an absent 'sleep' like that for so long - that she'll do everything she can to make sure they can both be free in this place. And when she goes to bed, she experiences drew's memory dream, and ende can relate to the feeling of having an important memory be kept from her. / And then the arms around her feel like they're turning into wings, and when she opens her eyes (though still dreaming) she sees luka. And ende demands to know why, if she's supposed to forget everything, can't they let her move on? A blizzard rages on in the background. She tries to pull away from luka's arms, but they still feel like wings encasing her - trying to keep a member of the flock safe, but only trapping her there - or like those of the watcher's. Again, she demands why they can't just let her go. Luka keeps their signature empty smile, but their eyes are not their own, boring down into ende like those of an all-too familiar statue. And then she wakes up, and she makes a second promise to the boy who can't even hear her: she's going to help him remember. / Me: stfu its sleep time. honk shoo. honk mimimimi. go to fucking bed.

Echos' reply was: "Ooo".

•Hermes from Empires SMP using the Staff of Sanctuary for Multiverse Shenanigans™

•Multiple concepts of villains from different media being thrown into Gotham City, and how they'd fare against Batman. I blame Echos and the other one for being obsessed with the Batfam and talking about DC constantly.

•Doodles of Empires!Smajor, Celestia from MLP, Dream from Dreamtale, and Sun from FNaF interacting in "my sibling got corrupted by an outside force and turned evil" club™. At some point I threw DogDay in there just for the hell of it even though he doesn't fit the criteria whatsoever. One of the doodles is just Scott, confused, with a thought bubble containing a cartoony sun symbol. (Wait, does Jake from Animorphs count? Can't believe I missed that.)

•Some other IBVS ones idk it's just constantly in my head

Also been reconnecting with some irl friends I hadn't spoken to since the Women List Dude incident. First time hanging out at a friend's house for as long as I can remember, and you best believe one of my rambles led from Spiderverse to Undertale AUs to Kirby Takes Manhattan to the origins of the ship Fingers In His Ass Sunday. Also got to learn a bit more about Women List Dude, whom none of them even knew I had experience with, and vice versa. To quote one of my friends, "Every time I talk to someone new about him, the story grows." Apparently he was fucking infamous in our school, and not even just in our grade. Istg he's practically an urban legend. "Oh, [Woman List Dude]? Yeah, I've got some stories about him..." *crackling of a campfire, the smell of smores.* Except there's concrete evidence and multiple witnesses to every account. It's honestly hilarious.

Uhh I think that's basically about it for this update. It's now 4am and I just finished rereading everything, so I'm gonna hit post and then not check tumblr again for like another month.

[inkystaarart]

the lineups of my daydreamer au aka my highschool au i drew while watching yhs

these are just the sketches of the first few profiles i had written in my notes. i did a few sketches like 2 months ago basically introducing the sibling pairs but i’ll explain the characters drawn here better.

keep in mind these are all pretty much headcannons. i built this kind of like TommyInnit Changed the Chat to GENDER SMP

(this is a very long post)

Grian Xequla Dreamslayer

he/they/star/chirp pronouns

bisexual (i might change this later?)

student council. basically boatem and a few others are on the student council with mumbo as president (at first)

avian/watcher. he has an improved eyesight and he can occasionally see through walls.

flock: mumbo, scar, pearl, etho, timmy, martyn, big b, and joel (joel is not official yet)

orchetra kid. he plays the viola.

Pearl Moon Dreamslayer

she/void/star

queer

student council

dating gem.

avian/watcher. can see through walls some days. or see people’s skulls. it’s funny. sometime she just says “you have a nice skull” to someone without context and scars them for life. (basically context for that one obscure pearl post i made a few months ago)

genderfae!

flock: grian, gem, impulse, jimmy, martyn, big b

Jimmy Solidarity Dreamslayer

he/it/feather

bisexual

he’s an avian/watcher. although he got mostly avian genes. sometimes he has improved eyesight but usually he doesn’t. depends on the day. he’s the least watcher out of all of them.

flock, pearl, grian, joel (not official), scott, martyn, big b

on the school’s swim team. based on empires s1 since he was a cod boy? idk i didn’t watch that season from his pov

he looks up to grian. i actually can’t mention a lot of what i put in this paragraph on my notes app because it reveals a shit ton about grian’s backstory and i’d rather hurt you on ao3 in a few months. if you do read.

Mumbo K. Jumbo

he/it/gear/zero

unlabeled

student council president! he was sick when everyone voted for president so he was president

etho’s twin.

likes to study end crystals!

Etho Slab Jumbo

they/echo/daze

aceflux

mumbo’s twin

really good friends with grian because i love their dynamic. mumbo sometimes gets jealous

dated joel in middle school

orchestra kid. he plays the cello

in the sparring club at school. practically the best sparring person there.

Scar Goodtimes Smajor

he/it/meow/fizz

omnisexual

student council. he’s in charge of designing school merch

fey

scott and scar are irish twins. they’re in different school years for story purposes.

favorite sport is archery. if you know you know

orchestra kid. plays the violin.

Scott Chromia Smajor

he/color/lucid/ve

gay

does not have a favorite color. loves them all equally.

collects crystals

Bdubs Smajor

he/moss/thorn

questioning. or unlabeled queer.

clings to etho and cleo a lot. calls them dad and mom.

Fail Whip “Fwhip” Tay

he/it/gold

demisexual

he’s adopted into gem’s family. and also random headcannon: gem and fwhip have two moms. they’re cool like that.

Gemini “Gem” Tay

she/they/daisy/thorn

bisexual

dating pearl

band kid. plays the trombone.

False Symmetry Shadow

she/they/it/wing

pansexual, polyamorous

dating cleo and stress

in the sparring club at school. wins a lot. except against etho.

shapeshifter. she can change what hybrid or species she appears as, just not her physical humanoid details (if that makes sense) she usually appears as an avian but without the wings.

Lizzie Shadow

she/xe/meow

bisexual

dating joel

shapeshifter. she switches between a fish lady (for when she swims) and a cat hybrid. someday i’ll better explain how the shadow family’s shape shifting powers work

joel acts tough and like he can protect her but lizzie defends him in fights and everyone is scared of lizzie but not joel because joel is short

dyed her hair pink. joel helped her and then lizzie convinced him to do a green streak in his hair

on the school swim team

orchestra kid. plays either the bass or the viola. depends.

Tango Tek Shadow

he/ve/sun

polysexual

most of my notes on him are for his future relationship

shapeshifter. takes the form of a demon/netherborn

Impulse SV Daemonium

he/they/demon

gay

skizz’ twin

skizz calls him piss demon because his horns, the tips of his ears, and his tail are colored yellow

Skizz MC Daemonium

he/him

straight

i legit wrote “single. not ready to mingle. never will be” in his notes.

this concludes part one.

[strifesolution]

a gift for the love y'all have given to my minecraft inspired d&d items... some items inspired by various MCYT series! these were super super fun

note: all of these items are artifacts, meaning they're one of a kind, and the implications of their origins are in the description. this means if you choose to use any of them, it's up to you how you'd balance them, deciding what level a player could get them at and how rare they are. i am also not a DM, so if your players create any game breaking strats, don't blame me! images are edited stock images lol.

under the cut is the item's source material and a little explanation of my choices in making them

Red Winter Axe: The renamed enchanted Diamond Axe from 3rd Life Ren had Martyn kill him with. Went with cold damage for the Winter part, and Fiends and Undead as being Red Life players. The "ally gains advantage against your killer" feature is inspired by how Martyn reacts to Scar killing Ren.

Twin Compasses: Tommy and Tubbo's lodestone compasses from Dream SMP. The use of the word "Willing" is to prevent them being used on tracking foes or anything of the sort, both parties must want the link to be created. The planes part is a bit finicky, but hopefully it would work.

Time King's Pocketwatch: A reference to Bdoubleo's season 8 of Hermitcraft so far. Mechanus is the plane of order and has a clockwork theme going on. The Sleep spell feature is a reference to his consistency with sleeping through the night. I'm aware clocks don't exist in "canon" d&d, but it makes sense that they would. The cross-planes time telling ability would be most useful for a player in the Feywild.

Miniature Tower of Vitality: Essentially Achievement Hunter's Tower of Pimps, specifically in YDYD season 2. This is the one I'm most uncertain about, considering how useful these spells are. Tried to balance it with still needing the components. Would probably be best for a party medium level party with no main healer.

The Enderbane: ...Who's name and basic description is directly lifted from The Blackrock Chronicle and a post on Rythian's tumblr. Another one who's balancing I'm uncertain about, but I figured it works for a high risk high reward thing, dragons aren't melee'd often...The level of exhaustion is just some flavor inspired by Rythian feeling pain when he holds it in canon.

Wings of the Crowfather: Philza. Must I explain more? Mumza is the Raven Queen here, it fits oddly well.

Sapphire of Sacrifice: The sapphire Lalna gifts Nano in Flux Buddies, which she gives back to him at the end of the series before dying killing Mother. Another high risk high reward item that'd require strategy to be most effective.

The Widow's Wreath: Scott Smajor's skin in 3rd Life. On the higher level side. Darn, now I'm sad over Flower Husbands again...

Bow of Balance: Another direct name, Jordan's bow from Mianite. Ianite is the goddess of balance, hence only neutral alignments. Fiends and Celestials are meant to be representative of Dianite and Mianite.

[mumscarian]

Recently saw the Venus Flytrap husbands hand holding post again (from Empires SMP - Scott Smajor/Jimmy Solidarity/Mythical Sausage, the ultimate enermies-to-lovers IMO) and just.

Mumscarian hand holding habits and quirks.

Scar just does it so naturally, most of the time not even realizing he's slipped his hand into Mumbo's or Grian's. It's like second nature to him; as soon as he's close enough to someone he considers a friend, his hand just... finds theirs. It isn't even romantic most of the time, just something reassuring to him that yes. This person is here. And they're my friend. They're keeping me safe and could catch me if I slip. Mumbo and Grian know this, of course, having been on the receiving end of it pre-relationship often enough, but to quell the jealousy they sometimes felt when seeing Scar holding hands with someone else (especially Cub or BDubs), Scar has agreed that with others, he'll not interlace his fingers with them. That's a thing he reserves for them, just a tiny bit of more closeness. And yes, Scar still talks with his hands (look me into the eye and tell me the guy doesn't at least a little bit talk with his hands), even while holding someone else's hand. This has lead to hilarious and sweet situations, where, pre-relationship, Scar would actually use that to flirt by twirling Mumbo or Grian, like they were dancing. It was very effective on Grian (birdie - dancing is special to him. If he dances with you out of free will, you know he considers you a close friend, or more.) Now that they're all one heaping pile of love, Scar will take the chance to simply place a kiss on the back of their hands once he notices. (And yes, this has happened more than once while he was holding both of their hands. Old habits die hard.)

Grian... for him, hand holding is something special. (Which made the hand holding jealousy he felt towards Cubs and BDubs even worse.) Because holding hands while you're flying is already difficult for a perfectly matched pair of skilled flyers, he mostly is limited to holding his lovers's hands on the ground. Which means that it literally keeps him on the ground. He doesn't mind most of the time, but sometimes, his wings itch after he's been on the ground for too long. (Also makes sleeping with him in the same bed interesting, because first thing Grian has to do, before anything else, is just fly. Even if it's just out of bed. He has woken up in the middle of the night because of itching. Grian never slept over, even when they were friends, until he felt like they wouldn't judge him for it.) Mumbo and Scar have gotten very good at reading Grian in that regard, and even better at naturally getting him to fly. Ask him to fetch them something, small random dare, or just a 'love, I need to continue working, you okay with that?' and Grian will let go of their hand, shoot them a grateful look and take up to the sky.

On the other hand, when Grian does initiate hand holding, it's special. He's binding himself to the ground voluntarily, because he loves them so much. Both Mumbo and Scar know this. And while Mumbo will let Grian be subtle with his declaration of love, acknowledging it with a simple squeeze of hands, Scar will not. Not now, not ever. Twirling Grian around, kissing his hand, actually saying that he loves Grian too - all things he does, even during meetings. It's a whole thing they have now, and Grian knows to expect it. Everyone's gotten so used to it they don't even register it anymore. If Scar doesn't do that whole thing, there's one of two things going on - one of them feels terrible, or one of them is unconscious. (If Mumbo is suspecting Scar to feel down, but not quite sure, he'll ask Grian to take Scar's hand. Luckily, Scar hasn't caught on yet.)

Now, Mumbo... he's the most normal in that regard out of the three. Healthy amount, asking when not certain, and pretty chill about it. He likes holding hands with his boyfriends (even though thinking of them as such and actually calling them his boyfriends still flusters him), but he's not distraught like Scar when it's not happening. He doesn't have to be holding their hand constantly when they'te just chilling together, but doesn't mind it when Scar takes his hand out of habit. He actually thinks Scar is really cute for that; and though he won't tell him while sober, Scar just always taking his hand is what made him realize his feelings for him.

However.

There are two situations where Mumbo Killsalot Jumbo gets absolutely soft for hand holding.

First is when he's cuddling with someone. May that be sitting on a couch or actual bed, it just makes his heart flutter and his stomach do flips. It can be a bit difficult sometimes (lying in bed, for example), but he still appreciates it immensely.

The second is when dancing. And I don't mean club dancing, but slow dancing. Waltzing. He learned it because he thought it suited - no pun intended - his image, and actually grew to enjoy it. (And while it at times seems a bit stiff for someone like Grian, Grian can appreciate it as well.) Mumbo loves dancing with Grian or Scar - and is trying to figure out how the three of them can dance together - and interwinding his fingers with theirs, keeping them even more locked together.

Mumbo especially loves dancing with Scar, because it happens a bit rarely. Scar llves to dance, but his body doesn't always allow him too. Yes, he has his magical braces, but they take quite some energy from him, and only work perfectly on low-pain days. (Hence why Scar is so clumsy and trips over seemingly everything - Grian and Mumbo stopped making fun of him once they learned that the worse the pain is, the more difficult it is to control his braces. Now they just hold his hand and allow him to inconspicuously lean on them as much as he wants to.) And Scar doesn't want to constantly step on Mumbo's toes - even though Mumbo has made some steel-capped shoes and said it's fine - so they only get to Waltz together on Scar's really good days. And Mumbo loves it every time.

Geez, that got long.

Anyways. Hand holding, my beloved.

What do ya think?

anon i am completely floored by this ask. hooly shit this is AMAZING. ive had this sitting in my inbox for a couple days (low spoons+im just busy lmao) and now ive finally read it and HHOOLY SHIT!! to all of this: yes. yes i love this. and!!! Dancing!!!!! i might have mentioned this before but i had a HUGEEE waltz/ballroom dancing hyperfixation at the beginning of the year. I started writing a fic about it even, but i kinda got sidetracked lol. anyways YES. fuck yeah. this is epic. kudos to you anon omg.

[lunarsands]

ALSMP Fanfic: Then We’ll Rewrite The Stars Ch 3

Characters: actual!angel!Sausage, floran!Scott, plus one more for the road…, a couple of cameos and also featuring special guest: PearlescentMoon

Relationships: MythicalSausage/Scott Smajor

Tags: Canon Divergent, fictional religion, scosage, playing with ideas on floran characteristics, fluff then angst then fluff again

Warnings: Injury, Blood, Depression, Character Death, Angst

(Sequel to Echoing Through To You, When The Skies Cry, Until The Blood Moon Descends)  

Summary: Reborn as an angel once again, Sausage is able to keep the peace for good finally, and a few things are learned as the year passes into the next. But the thing about higher ranking angels is that there are certain places they are meant to be, and someone is trying to remind Sausage of where his place now is…

[Chapter 1 here] [Chapter 2 here]

( Also available on Ao3! )

[ A/N: Shout out to Cadmusfly via @teuthisdreams for their AI generated art project that brings us this view of Heaven’s Reach at one point in this chapter. ]

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Chapter Three

The goddess PearlescentMoon lay on the floor of the royal gazebo with a spreading pool of shimmering blood surrounding her. It wasn’t clear where the wound was – some would later say she had literally been stabbed in the back – but there was only one witness, and as his wings sat in the blood while he held her, it seemed to be absorbed by his feathers. The sight of a seraph with fully crimson wings stepping out of the gazebo was enough to make anyone hesitate, and no one tried to stop him as he took flight to make his way out of the celestial plane. He shouldn’t have been able to leave like that, but he was no longer bound by the rules.

He entered the mortal world over the peninsula as before, but knew exactly which way to go to find his destination. There were still traces of winter in places, and he was glad he hadn’t missed his chance. Upon reaching home he went straight to the specific greenhouse and pushed aside the vines, cracking open the obsidian cover with ease. He pulled away the roots and leaned over to give a kiss to wake the sleeping beauty.

And Scott smiled up at him, although he was squinting in the sudden brightness of the seraph’s halo. “Is it Spring already?”

“It feels like a hundred Springs since I was last able to kiss you,” he replied, and gathered the floran into his arms for a hug.

It was then that Scott was able to see the difference in him, and he nearly pulled away from the hug. “Sausage… Your wings…”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. Just a little side effect. I’m still the same me. Let’s get you out of this coffin and back into the sunlight.”

Still under the atrophy of winter, Scott let the seraph pick him up and start carrying him out of the greenhouse. He tried to glance back at the lilium to thank it, but all the blood-red feathers got in his way when Sausage shifted his top pair of wings. He didn’t get a chance to see how some of the roots and vines now curled away from the bunker as if driven back from the spot, rather than simply moved out of the way.

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Life seemed to get back to normal after that. They cleaned up the areas left unattended through that part of winter, gathered together some new livestock, and fell back into a routine. The only thing that bothered Scott about any of it was how sometimes during sunset the light would settle over Sausage and cast a red tint over his face, somehow highlighting his scar more vividly, and it stood out in a ghastly way almost like it had when he was a wither. Scott tried to shrug it off, but he kept ending up staring at his wings as well.

The color didn’t hold the same warmth as his own sunrise-hued wings had. There was just something not right about that shade of red. Instead of sunrise or sunset, it reminded him of Blood Moons and particularly deadly archers, and for some reason it invoked an image of a bloodstained wooden floor.

Speaking of Blood Moons, the first one of the year wasn’t met with holy fire but with Sausage taking a regular sword out to slay the mobs by hand. He pushed Scott back into the villa when he tried to come out to help, and there was no sign of activity from the lilium. Sausage became surrounded a few times but never faltered, cutting through everything the night threw at him. He was still invincible it seemed, even if he wasn’t using the easier solution.

Scott began to wonder if maybe he didn’t actually have access to the holy fire anymore, perhaps as a condition of being able to return to this world. He didn’t want to ask him about it, though, and lumped it in with the side effects already attributed to the crimson wings. And maybe it was also a side effect that made him appear to be taking great joy in slicing through the monsters when it had been such a grim task before.

By the time he returned to the house, the sword was dripping with green blood from creepers, and purple enderman blood, and whatever the ichor from zombies counted as. There was also red dripping off the bottom of his middle and lower wings. Scott was certain that he hadn’t seen him get hurt, but… “Sausage. Where is the red coming from?”

Sausage simply walked inside, not paying any attention to it. “Hmm?”

“The red, Sausage. The— You’re getting blood everywhere!”

“Oh, that! Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it.”

Sausage kept telling him to not worry about a lot of things after that, such as why the lilium seemed to be retreating into its old corner of the greenhouse or why there appeared to be footprints burned into the path just outside the church, or how the mural of Pearl had gotten cracked over the winter when the temperatures didn’t drop enough for ice to have formed long enough to cause that kind of erosion. Or the times when Sausage returned from a nightly patrol and left spatters of red all over the place.

And then one day while making his rounds of the gardens he found those burnt footprints around the lilium’s greenhouse. When he went inside to check on it, he found that the flower had closed up and begun to wilt as normal ones would at the end of a season, but it was nowhere near even Autumn yet, and it hadn’t done so the previous year. Shortly afterward the vines began to dry up and fall from the walls.

“Sausage, I think there might be some kind of evil thing wandering around here when you’re away. You know those footprints by the church? They’re by the greenhouses now, and something killed the lilium.” He put his head down, sad at the loss of such a wonderous plant.

The seraph put a hand on his shoulder but the gesture didn’t quite feel as comforting as it should have been meant to be. “You can grow something else in there. I’m all you need to be protected, anyway. But I’ll keep an eye out for whatever is leaving the footprints if it’ll make you feel better.”

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Scott didn’t really feel like replacing the lilium after the arduous task of clearing out all of the dead brush. He made a little descriptive plaque instead, and was preparing to place it in the corner where it had first grown from when he got an idea and started sifting through the soil, hoping to maybe recover some small bits of roots that still survived, maybe even the tiniest of coiled leaves that hadn’t yet gotten a chance to grown amidst the weight of the larger ones.

What he found instead was a damaged feather, eroded away by the roots and earthworms. It might have been white at one time. It certainly wasn���t red, he was pretty sure. Maybe it had been gray. It could have just been a random bird feather. But he didn’t know how it would have gotten there, and then the coincidence of it being exactly where he had been digging… He probably shouldn’t be reading too much into it. He could have just picked it up on his own clothes while walking around and it had fallen off there a long time ago.

He decided to go with that and continued his search, but it seemed that nothing of the lilium was left. He didn’t understand what could have so utterly destroyed it. None of the other plants had been affected. Unless this had merely been its natural lifespan. That thought gave him a slight bit of acceptance, and he went about setting up the plaque. Maybe he could use that greenhouse for tool and empty pot storage.

After washing up he went looking for Sausage just to have a quiet sit with company, but couldn’t find him anywhere. It was still early in the evening for a patrol, but if instincts had told him to go out, then that’s merely how it was. Scott took a lantern and went out to the cemetery, figuring he could at least sit with the angel flower for some seraph-like company.

He probably should have taken Sausage’s absence as a sign to stay inside, however, because as the sun began to set there was a suspicious lack of stars as the sky grew darker. Night quickly enveloped the land and like an all-consuming wave, the darkness snuffed out all light but the very closest of ones from his lantern and the half of the church nearest to the cemetery. Beyond that, he could see nothing.

As Scott debated what to do, he hoped he would see the glow of an angelic aura coming his way. Now that he thought about it, it was odd that Sausage hadn’t shown up yet. He must have flown off far, or else the darkness was just that pervasive that his aura wasn’t shining through.

Then, from some distance away he heard a voice that he didn’t immediately recognize. “Wait, please, I’m just a little lost – I couldn’t find my way in the dark, I know I’m looking for the next mountain over, if you’ll just pardon me, good sir, I’ll be going now, you don’t have to trouble yourself over little ol’—"

The voice abruptly cut off. Scott couldn’t identify the sound the followed, for it was too far away. But then he saw a burning orange circle behind Sausage’s head as the seraph finally stepped out of the darkness. Why… wasn’t he using his aura to light the way?

And… why was there fresh, red blood dripping from the sword..?

Scott’s eyes went wide. It had taken him too long to put it all together. He should have known right away but he had been blinded by the hope fulfilled when Sausage had returned. “S-Sausage. It happened… You’re the evil presence. Y-You have to stop. I’ll stop you. Listen to me, we can do something about this. Let me be your conscience from now on. You just… have to wait before doing anything like murdering people.” If he could figure out where the body was, maybe he could save whoever had just met the wrong end of the seraph’s sword.

Sausage only scoffed. “Murder? That was precaution. The last time someone was out in this darkness they tried to kill you. I’m not falling for any tricks at a time like this. And I can’t be evil. I’m the most powerful angel there exists! I can make my own rules.”

Scott was very certain the owner of the voice had not been a reaper. “That doesn’t mean the difference between right and wrong changes, and it doesn’t mean you haven’t been going too far. You’ve lost your holy powers, haven’t you? That’s why your footprints burned around the church. And you… killed the lilium. Why?”

“It would have gotten in the way.”

“Of what? It protected me! It was just another plant, like the rest of the gardens. Are you going to destroy those, too? Take away everything I care about? What would be the point of being here, then? Why not just stay in the celestial realm, instead of whatever you did to yourself to come back here?”

The seraph froze, staring at him, but there was indifference in his eyes. Blood dripped from the lowered sword and from the bottom of his wings.

“What did you do, Sausage?”

“I fell from grace for you. You know I would die for you. I would kill for you, too, just to be with you again. There was no other way. I wasn’t allowed to come back.”

“W-Why would you do that? That goes against everything you worked toward! There had to have been another way!”

“I wasn’t strong enough to do it the other way. I needed to win fairly, but I didn’t have time for that. So I cheated. And now I’m back.”

“You cheated by killing? So you’re just going to keep killing, even if it’s something I would never ask of you?”

“If that’s what it takes.”

“Takes to do what? What even is your goal now, if you’ve forgotten how you said your heart wasn’t meant for evil deeds?”

“I’m not evil.”

“That blood dripping off you says otherwise.”

Sausage looked down at the sword but Scott pointed past it to his wings.

“You think I haven’t realized what that signifies? You think I don’t remember what it was like to be bathed in bloodshed? Where do you think I am now, with my sins weighing on me, and the truth of my own nature dragging me into an abyss? Where’s the light that’s going to save me now, if you’ve become this?”

Sausage looked at the red spatters below his wings, then tilted his head and looked back at Scott. “What do you mean, where you are now? You’re right in front of me. You’re still alive.”

The floran stared back at him, expression dark.

“Scott— what do you mean? Where are you? …Where are we?”

The red drained downward out of his wings, flowing across the ground and pooling at Scott’s feet. His halo turned from orange to white. The sword fell from his hand.

“Scott? Scott?? What happened to you? Am I too late? Where – Where are you?!”

~*~

Sausage woke with a gasp, then coughed as he inhaled some of the dust he had churned up with a flail of his upper wings. Thank the gods it was just a nightmare. He – He would never go that far. He didn’t want to kill Pearl. He could never do something like that. None of that was the real him. It couldn’t be.

But that last part –

Something was wrong. He needed to find out what exactly it was. He stumbled out of the old mill and prepared to take flight back to the reflecting pool, but then a compulsion rang through his head, and he had to go see to a different task before he could get a chance for personal issues.

Time was always working against him no matter where he was.

~*~

When winter ended Scott’s crown of ivy gave way to small sprigs of purple hyacinth. After he had shaken off the vestiges of his long sleep, he made his way around cleaning up anything that had gotten out of hand with no one to tend things. He started to round up a few sheep and cows along the way, but decided it wasn’t as important at the moment, and settled for taming some more bees instead. A few sips of honey were refreshing, helping him to wake up a little more.

He removed the signs from the memorial and left a bouquet of white daffodils and green tulips. He smiled sadly at the angel flower, and brushed his fingers over the feathery petals. At least it was still doing well by itself.

He couldn’t say the same for himself.

He swept away some of the cobwebs from industrious spiders that had taken advantage of the empty villa. Everything else was as he had left it – no Sausage waiting patiently for him to wake up, no smile to greet him, no gentle chiding about how much he had slept. Just a quiet emptiness.

There wasn’t complete silence in regard to plant life. There was always an underlying sense of something living and growing. There might not have been a literal heartbeat, but water flowed and photosynthesis processes were occurring all the time. Scott had a heartbeat, and also underwent some of those processes, and he understood how the plants were alive, and he knew how they thrived best when shown love and care.

But his own love was gone. Looking around at the emptiness, everything felt so hollow. Flowers would just grow and bloom because that’s all they knew how to do. There was more to him than that, however.

He continued the rest of the day’s work with his mind running on automatic. He went to bed early, not even bothering to wait until the sun fully set. He wished he had slept further into Spring, as well, just to pass more time until Sausage could return.

If he returned.

Had Scott been able to, he would have rooted himself into the ground to wait alongside the rest of the flowers, taking in sunlight and rainwater and simply existing until his reason to live came back to him. All he was doing now was just…existing. They had been together for so long and been through so much, but now he was alone.

.

When he went to the memorial a few days later his hair was covered by anemone and asphodel blossoms. He removed the old bouquet but didn’t have a new one to replace it, and only tossed it aside. Then he sat down beside the dais, staring at the ground for a moment before laying across the stone surface, resting his head on one folded arm with the other draped out toward the far side. “Sausage… I’m sorry. I… don’t know if I can keep waiting. Even the flowers aren’t enough to keep me company anymore. They don’t really need me. But I need you. I – I want to keep waiting, but… I feel so alone, and I’m tired. I’m so… tired. I’m sorry. I love you.”

As he closed his eyes, a small sea of asphodel, purple hyacinth, and anemones grew from all available soil, coming out from under the moss hiding the cemetery’s original purpose, and spilling over past the walls. Across the whole of Heaven’s Reach flowers bloomed, blanketing the mountaintop in color while serene clouds drifted above.

It didn’t need to be monsters or illness or accidents that led to an end. Sometimes all it took was the pain of a broken heart that just didn’t want to beat anymore.

~*~

The sight of daffodils and tulips had given Sausage a little hope. That meant Scott was finally awake after winter, and it felt like things would be able to go in a different direction from the gruesome vision he’d had. He wasn’t certain if it had entirely been just a dream. Some higher power might have sensed his intentions and sent him a warning, but he hadn’t put the option completely out of his mind. He still needed to get back to Scott.

It was a little late in the day when he had a chance to check the reflecting pool again, but if not getting to hear Scott talk he could at least see what new Spring bouquet there might be. Sausage threw a quick glance to where Pearl sat in her throne idly chatting with some messenger and then held his hand over the pool’s surface to attune it to the memorial dais.

It was not a bouquet he saw, but Scott himself, surrounded by waves of grayish and purple flowers at the edges of the pool’s view. Sausage narrowed his eyes. Something didn’t look right. Similar flowers were in Scott’s hair, but they were wilted and faded. His heart leapt into his throat. “Pearl! You have to let me go back, now! Something is very wrong!”

She turned to him, a pragmatic expression already in place. “Sausage, I told you—”

“Make up a mission for me! Or – cast me out, banish me back there! You have to be able to do something! I need to find out what has happened to him! He – I think he – but he’s not waking up!”

With her own heart breaking at his tone – he was her favorite still, after all, and she hadn’t been able to bring herself to ban him from the pool to put a stop to this – she stood and calmly walked over to place a hand on his shoulder. “I’m very sorry, Sausage. This doesn’t fall under my domain. You’re going to have to let go of that mortal world. I understand it’s difficult. Remember when I told you about my old world? It took me time, too. But you have to step away. It’s out of your hands. You’ll need to accept that.”

“But I could have prevented this! Why did you have to bring me back here in the first place?!”

“Because this is where you were supposed to be. When you—”

She didn’t get a chance to finish. He pushed her hand off his shoulder, then stood and shoved her away from him. “No! I’m sick of hearing about what’s supposed to be! You know what is supposed to happen? He should have come back to life! Different, changed, not - not just lying there, like that was the end, like that was the last--!!” Sausage’s breath hitched and he felt tears begin to spill down his cheeks. He reached one hand up to his face. “Is – Is that why my calling ended? Is that why he would no longer need me as a guardian? Because that was his last life??”

Pearl started to reach for his shoulder again but he slapped her hand away, jerking his wings outward for good measure before fleeing out of the gazebo and taking flight for who knew where, just away.

~*~

Scott had known the feeling of Limbo once before. He couldn’t say how or when, but the place his soul was now felt very much like that as he curled up on himself, arms hugged close to his chest. In one way he felt like he was being tugged back toward the body laying on the dais, the magic of that world ready to change him into something new. But he didn’t want to go back to it, knowing he would still be alone when he drew a breath again.

And even if it turned out he wouldn’t be alone, he knew it would only be a matter of time until his presence caused Sausage to be injured or even killed again, seraph or no seraph.

Maybe this was for the best. Maybe this was what he deserved. Just floating in Limbo, not ascension, not one final death to rest forever, just a pervading dimness all around and vague, sourceless light that was just enough to see his own hands.

Sausage’s blood on his hands. Sausage’s blood sliding down his throat as he drank too much. Time to pay for the sins you have committed. Is this where the reaper would have brought him if they had succeeded that night? If Sausage hadn’t gotten in the way?

Fangs. Blood. No restraint. Someone doesn’t just get away with killing an angel. A mockery of forgiveness. Fate biding its time to catch up with him. And maybe even love was part of that mockery. How foolish, how ironic, to fall in love with someone who had somehow forgiven him for killing them—

Continuing to get them killed. Causing one death after another. Even the unrelated accidents might have been avoided if they hadn’t been in that one specific place at that specific time. Maybe Sausage wouldn’t have ever been in any of those places at all if Scott hadn’t been there with him.

And maybe he would have remained an angel for a very long time, even forever, if Scott hadn’t precipitated that first death.

He clamped one hand over his mouth, cursing that vampire hunger. He clutched the other to his chest, over his heart, cursing his angel self for reading more into a wither’s kindness, and a thunderborn trying to care for him while he was dying. Fate mocking them by not allowing them to even touch each other. Another of his choices leading Sausage to fall into the one place he shouldn’t have been anywhere near for his own safety’s sake.

“But, just— Remember, no matter what I come back as, I love you.”

Why…was he remembering Sausage saying those exact words? There was no other memory to go along with it, except…

An image of Sausage laying feverish in bed. Scott trying to take care of him, even though…

Even though—what? When had that happened? He was engulfed by a sudden helplessness, the same as when Sausage disappeared into the Aether portal.

Then he remembered a time when his own thoughts came out in Sausage’s voice.

“I would die for you. I owe you this. I’m sorry I ever hurt you. You didn’t deserve it. Sausage, please, I want you to live.”

And the wither/thunderborn had replied—

“We don’t both have to be in darkness. What’s done is done. Let go. The shadows were never your fault. Share your light with me. I’ll share mine.”

Sausage…loved him. Even when Scott had no longer been an angel, even when they couldn’t at the very least just hold hands…even through all the death…

“I love you!!”

It was as if the seraph had known that those would be the most important last words he could ever say. He could have been too shocked in the moment to say anything – or could have called Scott’s name, or cursed, or yelled that he would find a way back – but that was what he had made sure to say.

Scott pressed the spot over his heart with both hands now. That was what was important. Not the what-ifs, not the deaths themselves, not his guilt. It was so hard to forgive himself but he needed to accept that Sausage had truly forgiven him. Sausage wanted them to be together, had fought through the pain time and again, had kept coming back to him and kept holding his hand.

Sausage didn’t want to let him go.

Sausage wouldn’t want him to give up. He had always been waiting for Scott when he came back to life. Scott needed to be there for him when he returned. In the meantime, he needed to do the living in the mortal realm for the both of them.

His anguish fell away from him like a shower of dried petals from his former crown. With the tension lifted, he uncurled his body and was ready to get up from the ground.

Except—

He was still somewhere dark. It didn’t feel the same as Limbo, but it wasn’t the same nighttime as in Heaven’s Reach, either. And…

His hands looked different, as he turned them back and forth, just barely able to make out something dancing along under his skin in the dim light. He clenched them into fists. He should at least try to figure out where he was, then he would deal with that. He set off, darting from one shadowy shape to another, looking for anything familiar for a clue to where he was.

~*~

Sausage perched on top of the royal gazebo at nightfall after silently swooping around the area to make sure no one else was in immediate range. Pearl was alone for the moment, as far as he could tell. He leapt down to an opening of the gazebo that would allow him to come up behind the throne and he folded his middle wings over his shoulders like a cloak so he could keep one hand hidden by the feathers. His fingers tightened on the handle of a dagger.

He didn’t care anymore where it led him or what else awaited him. The unanswered questions and the horrific revelation had made the pain in his heart drown out everything else. He couldn’t bear the thought of spending eternity knowing he could have at least been by Scott’s side holding his hand when he died one last time.

He placed his other hand on the arm of the throne and gathered his resolve.

But then she turned and she smiled at him sympathetically, her eyes kind, and that look made his fingers go weak. It was all he could do to not drop the dagger, almost risking being found out.

“There you are. I figured I’d give you some time, but I need you to do something for me and I can’t ask any of the others. This is something only you can do. There’s a mischievous light sprite out by the far fields and those little guys will only listen to someone with a great deal of power. You can either try to get it to leave or catch it and bring it here so I can figure out what plane it belongs to.  Just make sure you do it before dawn or it will be harder to see in the daylight.”

Sausage shifted on his feet, gripping the dagger tight again and almost reconsidered his hesitation. But then he just sighed. “Fine,” he said sullenly, resenting the task.  He kept his middle wings down until he was out on the pathway, then carefully moved his hand to keep the blade hidden while opening his wings. He slipped the dagger under his gauntlet for another try later.

It wasn’t difficult to spot the sprite below, a roughly humanoid-shaped, glowing creature that was cavorting around unchecked among the stalks of wheat. As Sausage approached it seemed to glance up toward him, then it skittered off into the neighboring pumpkin patch, hopping over the gourds and making him chase it across the entire field. Then it hung a right and cut into a cornfield.

Sausage stayed in flight and followed it from above, but rather than be slowed by the cornstalks it continued to remain ahead of him. He sighed in exasperation and glided higher, thinking maybe once it cleared the corn he could swoop down on it. But then it suddenly doubled back, and he was chasing it toward the pumpkin patch again.

Just as he dived down and was about to grab it as it exited the tall stalks, it shot upward, leaving a stream of purple sparkles and narrowly avoiding his arms. This thing could fly, too? He watched it arc over the pumpkins and land on the path, where it seemed to look back at him again before dancing away.

Now it was just taunting him, wasn’t it. He adjusted his wings and pounced after it, yelling in frustration, “Get back here, you stupid—!!”

The sprite stopped and once more appeared to be looking toward him. This time it stayed in place as he started to reach for it, but its voice stopped him in his tracks. “Excuse you, is that any way to talk to me?”

Sausage’s eyes widened. His hand trembled as he now slowly reached toward the sprite’s face with trepidation. As soon as he touched its cheek the glow dimmed and the form became clear – still alight, though, with the twinkling of thousands of tiny pinpoints across skin that was a gradient of purple to black along the limbs, covered by a shimmering garment of gold and silver that blended in with this appearance in places. Purple hair that seemed to have a ring of tiny silver sparkles around it like a closely fitting constellation framed luminous violet eyes.

Familiar eyes.

Familiar voice.

“Is – Is that you?” Sausage asked weakly. “Scott, is that really you?” He didn’t wait for an answer, throwing his arms and wings around him in a grateful hug. “H-How are you here? What are you? Y-You look beautiful, but how did you get here? I saw you laying there, and I – I thought that was the end for you! What happened? Why were you—”

Scott silenced him with a kiss and put his arms around him. Sausage relaxed into his embrace and let all his questions fade away as they quietly held each other and kissed again.

After a few moments of gazing into Scott’s eyes and seeing the cosmos held within, Sausage withdrew his wings and stepped back. He summoned a flaming sword to his hand but immediately dismissed the flames and planted the tip of the blade into the ground in front of Scott, then knelt down on one knee and looked back up at him. “Marry me?”

“What?” Scott laughed at the abruptness, but his heart soared with elation.

“I’m serious. We’ve got our whole afterlives to spend together. Let’s make it official.”

Scott smiled and held a hand out to cup Sausage’s cheek. Sausage then took it and kissed the back of it. “Yes,” the starborne said.

Sausage smiled, then stood and hugged him again.

 .

Hand in hand they walked back to the center of the realm, knowing they would never have to let each other go again.

Pearl was waiting for them when they arrived, a broad grin on her face. “I thought that might cheer you up, you silly sausage.”

“You knew?” the seraph asked, his hand tightening around Scott’s.

“I had a suspicion, but didn’t quite know for sure. That was an unusual way for a new guardian to be born.” Pearl cast a calculating look over the two. “Seems you’re both willing to do anything for the other, like somehow breaking part of reality to get here. A guardian of the stars, to go along with a guardian of my realm.”

Sausage gave a nervous smile for a second, wondering if she was implying that she knew about his close brush with becoming fallen. Then Scott squeezed his hand and grounded his thoughts once again. “Say, uh, Pearl… There isn’t any rule saying an angel can’t get married, is there?”

“I wouldn’t dream of stopping you if there was.”

 ~End~

[Post A/N: So, a while back I made a post about hoping that Scott’s Afterlife series would end a certain way, and if it didn’t then I’d do it myself. Well, now here we are! | Also, if you’ve been seeing homages to such things as The Last Unicorn and the Gargoyles animated TV series, you might be right. :3c | Bonus: THIS BEAUTIFUL ARTWORK by Cynthrey that helped light a fire under me to get this fic finished! XD ]

 [Thank you to everyone who has been reading to this point! I greatly appreciate the likes, kudos, and comments! <3 This is likely the last of my Afterlife SMP fanfics, barring a reference here or there in other pieces. I’m working on a longer project with Cynthrey so there might be a break before I post anything new, but I hope you will stay tuned! <3 ]

[luci-cunt]

im about to go to sleep but when i awaken i hope to find an essay from you on how i get into hermitcraft

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (just got home from work and I have a new puppy so I will be dead for the next week but here's this very quick overview bc I love you and also Hermitcraft)

SO--YOU WANNA FALL DEEPER DOWN THE MCYT HOLE BC DSMP WASN'T CONVOLUTED ENOUGH???? TIRED OF INCOMPREHENSIBLE LORE AND HARD-TO-FOLLOW PLOTLINES FILLED WITH ANGST AND TRAUMA??? WANT SOMETHING A BIT MORE LAID BACK????

OH BOY DO I HAVE THE ANSWER FOR YOU!!!

First of all: Hermitcraft is essentially a series where a bunch of super talented and pretty longstanding mcyt-ers play on a single minecraft server for a period of a "season" and build absolutely fucking insane bases and vibe together. It's all very structured and organized so on every member's channel u'll find playlists for each season.

(oh and by longstanding mcyt-ers I mean literal pioneers in the mcyt community, people who have redstone inventions named after them bc they've been around longer than the redstone itself--etc)

The server is super chill!!! Everyone is very nice and they all get along super well and coordinate things on a discord server so that everyone's got all the info and they also prioritize building over basically everything--which means like, fire tic is off (meaning fire cannot spread), you do not steal anythign unless you will pay it back at least like twice over (once Grian accidentally killed ppl so he grinded them out full enchanted netherite armor/tools + some blocks and this is literally just like, what everyone does)

But!!!! besides all that!!!! where do you start *watching*!!!!

There are something like,,, 30 members on teh HC server??? more??? I cannot remember. Every one of them posts Hermitcraft episodes to their youtube channels, but there's also a HC recap youtube channel dedicated to weekly recaps of all hermit activity which you can find here!!

The thing about HC is that everytime there's a new update to MC, or even just the server starts to get stale--they throw out the world and start a new, completely empty one from scratch and thus is a new "season." Currently we're only a few episodes into the 8th season!

I watch a very limited scope of HC but--here are my limited reccomendations

GRIANNNNNNNN: because of course, we love grian, we stan grian, he has cats--what more could you ask for? Yes you've seen him gracing your screen in MCC and killing it, and you've also most likely seen him in fanart comparing him to Philza bc both are badass MC players with ✨wings✨he's chaotic and super creative and very kind! he also builds lots of mega builds and they are *incredible.* You're gonna wanna watch him if you want some good, lighthearted gremlin content.

Goodtimeswithscar: my BELOVED!!! This man is like, chaos but make it absolutely harmless. He is Dr. Doofenshmurtz levels of unfunctioning in the best ways possible. Mans tries so hard to be a villain and he just akjsd;lfja;sldfkj cannot pull it off and I adore him so much for it. Also he's got a new vibe every season--last season he was a wizard who lived in a giant snail before moving into a massive mining-construciton-thing??? And this season he has very much Howl's Moving Castle vibes. He also streams on twitch!!! Which I would totally recommend bc he's very chill and fun to listen to. You're gonna wanna watch him if you want a little bit more spice to your episodes--what is that spice exactly? Just watch and you'll see >:))

Some honorable mentions of ppl I don't really watch but love:

Pearlescentmoon: she's a new member to the HC server this season and I love her!!! I've only seen her a bit in Grian and Scar's vids but she took down an entire build just to rotate it like 90 degrees we stan an icon.

Mumbojumbo: a redstone fucking madman--also like--posh?? but in an unoffensive way?? I have no idea this man is so white but also I love him?? that doesn't describe him right just--just watch something of his and you'll understand.

Bdubs: my BELOVED!!! he's just aslkjd;flajsdflk everything, idk man just watch a vid and you'll be in love he's just aslkjdf;lasjkf everything. His starter house is a massive moon with a clock hanging from it it's so pog I love him so much watch his videos

OH AND WHAT'S THAT???? YOU GET HOOKED ON HC CONTENT BUT THINK,,,,,,, 'HM--THERE'S NOT QUITE ENOUGH MURDER IN THIS'???

BRO I"VE GOT THE ANSWER FOR YOU!

(also it's very short--I think there's only like 8 episodes cuz there was only 8 sessions--it's complicated but Grian explains it in the first ep dw)

3rd Life SMP

(everyone has 3 lives--losing the first 2 means nothing, but once you die 3 times you goal becomes to kill every other player on the server. It does not go over like this. Roleplay ensues. Gays are had. What the fuck why does Ren have a scottish accent--why is he dead--MARTYN WHAT--)

You want wholesome gays with a bit of angst but an overall happy ending that will make you cry???

Watch Mr. Gaming and Scott Smajor's POV

(they live in a flower filled valley in little hobbit holes and they are husbands and they are not going to murder people bc that is not what nice people do and--oh my god did you just fucking kill my husband alright murder is ok--)

You want lighthearted, roleplay light hilarity???

Watch Grian and Scar's POV

(there's a llama named pizza, grian is bloodthirsty and not even on his red life, and scar really just would rather steal cookies and scam ppl out of their nice clothes than kill ppl)

You want somethign I can't even really describe but there's royalty involved?? and people dying for one another and very dramatic rp??

WATCH THE RED KING AND HIS HAND BRING UPON THE RED WINTER

(there's not even an explanation I can give here, I love them, they're killing it)

(there are other awesome ppl on the server but that's who I was mostly watching, also--Maj--to get you invested here's some mostly spoiler free cool fanart to hook you and some shitposts that are hilarious and very accurate <3 XDD)

Be warned tho man,,, that last episode--on anyone's POV alk;jsdf;lajsd it's ajlsd;fkjsad;lfkj just

Ok sleep time now, I had to cuddle a needy puppy like, throughout this whole thing and typed most of it with one hand you would not believe how hard it is to find and link this many things with one hand if you do not click on every single link I will know and I will stab you <3

[scribbling-dragon]

It's mostly not a prompt but for the Tommy Smajor AU I really want to see how Lizzie will react to her being an aunt lol. I also just wanted to say I feel in love with that series and can't wait for more! 😊

Greetings from the Ocean

Summary:

A child and his kinda-aunt.

(AO3 Link)

(Masterpost)

(3,229 words)

He wakes slowly, stirring as awareness comes back to him in waves. Someone’s holding him, and when he tries to pull away, they grumble in discontentment, tugging on his wing, like it’s some glorified blanket.

He gives him a small flick, feeling the way he flinches and recoils, blinking his eyes open to glare at him.

“I am not a blanket for you. Don't treat me like one.” He crosses his arms, sitting up as Jimmy releases him from his hold.

“But your feathers are so fluffy, and they're nice and warm.” Jimmy complains, stroking a hand along his wing and smoothing the raised feathers there. “And it’s so cold in these mountains, I felt like there was ice crawling into the house with how cold it was last night.”

“You are being dramatic. It’s not that cold, and no one I know has ever gotten frostbite in their own home.” He scoffs a little, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “You're just used to the warm climate of the swamp. The only place that can rival you lot in temperature is Mezalea.”

“The swamp is not as hot as Mezalea, I can barely stand a few minutes in that heat.” Jimmy follows him to the kitchen as he flicks the light on, filling the kettle and blinking at it sleepily, waiting for it to boil. Jimmy leans against his side, tucking himself beneath his wings and leaning all of his weight against him.

“The swamp is as hot as Mezalea, it’s just more humid, and you're almost constantly in water there. You don't have the same luxuries in the mesa.” He slips the golden wrist braces over his hands, fastening them around his wrists, feeling them press against the scar tissue beneath. It’s an oddly familiar feeling, one that you would get used to after a decade or so of it.

Jimmy remains still, and he almost thinks he’s fallen asleep again. He’s leaning enough of his weight on Scott for it to happen. “Oh my god.” He finally whispers, looking up at him with wide eyes. “There’s a child in your house.”

“There is.” He nods a little, pouring the water into mugs, slowly stirring them. “He’s in the guest bedroom that Lizzie sometimes uses, do you want to go see him?”

“No.” Jimmy shoves at him, ducking from beneath his wing and grabbing his own mug. “Stop going all- all professional on me.” He takes a small sip from the mug before he can warn him, and he’s instantly pulling it away from his mouth, spluttering a little. He doesn't actually manage to say anything, his words are mostly comprised of non-words and small sounds.

“I was going to warn you, sunflower, if that makes you feel any better.” He takes a slow sip of his own tea, smiling at Jimmy when he glares at him. “I’ll take that as a no, then.”

“You are a cruel and unloving husband.” Jimmy states, voice distraught as he proceeds to gather his wing around him, as though it’s a blanket. He doesn't have the energy to protest, simply wrapping him up tighter and pulling him closer, allowing him to enjoy his tea.

“How am I going to tell Lizzie?” Jimmy whispers, and he shrugs, wing moving up and down with the action.

“I could do it for you, if you wanted.” He offers, and Jimmy seems to contemplate this for a moment, hands cupped around his tea as he stares into it, slowly swirling it around and watching as the liquid ripples.

“I think she would actually kill me if someone else did it for me. I don't think the child should see that.”

“The child has a name,” he gently reminds, “Tommy? He told us last night.”

“I'm not a child.” He looks up, away from Jimmy, towards the doorway into his kitchen. Tommy is leaning against it, still wearing the raggedy yellow jumper he couldn't pry off of him last night, simply resorting to leave it for another day. He can probably knit him a nicer one, anyway.

“Compared to both of us you are.” He gestures between the both of them, and Jimmy nods sagely, even though Tommy probably can’t see him over the top of his wing. “Jimmy’s here too, by the way.” He pulls his wing back, revealing Jimmy for only a second before he’s tugging his wing back in, grumbling about the cold air here, taking another sip of his tea with an indignant expression.

“I can see that.” Tommy drops into one of the chairs, slumping forward almost instantly, cushioning his head on his arms. He doesn't comment on it, simply leaving him to whatever it is that he’s currently doing.

“Do you want anything to eat?” He asks, watching as Tommy peeks one of his eyes open, watching him suspiciously as he moves around in the kitchen. He pulls out a few slices of bread, slipping them into the toaster and pushing the lever, turning back around to face Tommy as it cooks.

It always amuses him, the way Jimmy shuffles around beneath his wings in the morning. He even does it when they're both in the Cod Empire, and he’s sure it’s not incredibly nice to be buried beneath several feet of thick feathers in that kind of heat. Tommy seems to be watching him as well, but as soon as he turns around, his eyes are back on him, watching him carefully.

“What do you want for it?” He asks, sitting up a little, eyes cautious and voice wary. He breathes in slowly, closing his eyes and reflecting on the fact that murder is bad, and that there will be consequences for it, especially if he goes server hopping.

“Nothing. Absolutely free of charge, no strings attached.” He shudders a little at that, and he reminds himself to not mention that again. “You like toast?” He asks, trying to make conversation as he’s pretty sure that Jimmy has now gone back to sleep.

“Of course.” He looks a little outraged, face angry as he stares at him. “Who doesn't like bread? You're not right in the head if you don't like bread, mate.”

“Everyone here likes bread.” He reassures, unsure on how their conversation has taken this turn. “I was just checking you weren't gluten intolerant or something.” The toast pops behind him, and they both startle a little at that. Though Tommy startles a little more significantly, dropping to the floor and hiding beneath the table.

He doesn't say anything, leaving him to it. If he feels safer underneath the table, he’ll let him sit there. His floors are clean, anyway, he’ll be fine. “Butter?” He asks, “Jam?”

Tommy peeks his head out from beneath the table, blinking up at him, eyes still a little wary, though less so than before. “Do you have any cherry jam?” He asks slowly, blinking up at him.

“Uh,” he pulls his fridge door open, “We should do, it’s just about where Joel put it last time he was here.” He pushes a few of their jam jars aside, most of them are Jimmy’s, the man has a problem, reaching towards the back when he spots the neat, hand-drawn label.

He pulls it out, setting it on the side. “Was that a no to the butter?”

“No butter.” Tommy confirms, slowly creeping back into the chair. When he turns around with the plate of toast, it’s as though he was never on the floor in the first place, sitting slumped back in his chair in the exact same manner as he was when he first entered the kitchen.

He carefully extracts Jimmy from beneath his wing, gently lowering him into a chair and releasing his empty mug from his hand, setting it on the table in front of him. He doesn't stir, and he doubts he will for another hour or so.

“Is he okay?” Tommy leans forward, pausing his eating to poke Jimmy’s cheek. As expected, he doesn't react at all, simply shifting a little to move away from Tommy when he continues to prod at him.

“Yeah. He’s just not great with mornings.” He watches Tommy poke him again. “Careful, he’ll bite you in a minute.” He laughs a little as Tommy pulls his hand back, looking between him and Jimmy, as though unsure on whether or not to believe him. He slowly takes another bite of his toast, crunching as he chews, considering Jimmy.

“I bet I could take him in a fight.” He finally states. “I'm taller than him, he wouldn't be able to reach me.”

“You might be taller than him by, like, a few inches, at most.” He sits in his own seat at the table, taking another sip of his tea before biting into his toast. “And I don't think you have the best version of him to evaluate. Wait until his sister gets here.”

Tommy freezes up at that, hand halfway to his mouth, eyes darting towards him. “Sister?”

“Yeah. Jimmy wanted to invite her over, introduce her to the new family member.”

“Me and him are not family, he’s, like, a fish.”

“He’s not a fish, that’s like calling you a bird.”

“I'm not your family.” He crosses his arms, pushing his empty plate away from him. “We’re not even related.”

“We’re family now.” He grins a little. “It’s the rules.”

“Says who?” Tommy frowns at him a little more, wings flaring out in a rather sad attempt at intimidating him. He’ll need a wingspan of more than a few feet to do that.

“Says me.” He punctuates his sentence with another bite of toast.

“And why do you get to make the rules?”

“Because I'm the King of Rivendell.” He laughs a little at Tommy’s shocked face. “Did you forget?”

“No!” Tommy protests, shouting and waking Jimmy up. “I just didn't think you were being serious.” He catches Jimmy by the arm, tugging him back upright as he almost falls off of his chair.

“Jimmy’s the ruler of the Cod Empire.” He pats him on the shoulder a little. “He does well for a small, damaged egg.” Jimmy scowls at him, muttering something under his breath as he pulls his comm out, typing something rapidly before sending it.

“A- a small damaged egg?” Tommy wheezes a little as he speaks, and Jimmy sinks further down in his chair, giving Scott a sharp kick to the leg. He grimaces through it, watching as Tommy continues to laugh. He doesn't think he’s ever seen someone laugh like that -  with such carefree abandon that it can only come from a child without the world resting on their shoulders.

“I regret telling you that.”

“It wasn't you that told me about it.” He laughs a little at Jimmy’s small look. “Pretty sure that was Lizzie.”

“I hate siblings.”

“Don't we all.” Him and Tommy sigh in sync, and they exchange a small look.

“Stop that.” Jimmy waves a hand in front of his face. “Lizzie’s on her way here, she’s bringing Joel with her.”

“Joel?” Tommy blinks at them, blue-grey eyes glinting beneath the lantern-light, making him look a lot younger than he probably is.

“Lizzie’s husband.” He informs, before turning back to Jimmy. “What time did they say they would arrive?”

“Well,” Jimmy glances down at his comm again, reading over the message that Lizzie had sent in response, “They attended a meeting with Gem last night, so it shouldn't take them longer than ten minutes.” Another message pings through, and he reads that one as well. “She says they're leaving right now.”

“They’ll be leaving in five minutes.” He amends. “Theyll get here in fifteen minutes and she’ll apologise for Joel.”

“He’ll have spotted some horses on the way over here.”

“Horses?” Tommy questions.

"It's a joke, he killed a horse once, by accident, when taking off, and it's Lizzie's excuse every time they're late to something. What was the excuse for our wedding again?" He turns to Jimmy, who shrugs a little.

"Something about a funeral service, I think. I can't really remember to be honest, I was too busy staring at you, dear."

He blushes a little, taking it as his turn to kick Jimmy under the table, feeling as he catches his foot between his own, holding it hostage. Jimmy grins at him, tongue slightly poking out from between his teeth. Tommy looks on at them in disgust.

"You're worse than my friends. I didn't think anyone could be worse than them." He sounds almost disbelieving, and he tips back a little in his chair.

"Well, I have enjoyed breaking a few records in my time. Along with a few," Jimmy gives him a small warning look and he ploughs on anyway, "Bones."

“Every time.” Jimmy throws his hands up in the air, as though in exasperation. “Every single time. You're terrible!”

“But you still love me.” He grins, leaning forward a little.

“You broke a bone?” He looks back to Tommy, who’s leaning forward with a look of interest in his eyes. “What bone did you break? I've always wanted to hurt my leg so I could get crutches, they look really fun.”

“Uh, well, it was multiple bones, all in rather quick succession honestly. I broke the large bone in my wing,” he shrugs the wing, “Did that twice in a row, same bone, same break, both times.”

“How did you break it?” Tommy rests his chin on the table, wings flat against his back, completely relaxed as he lies there, staring at him. He exchanges a small look with Jimmy.

“Uh, I dunno if I can tell you honestly. It’s not the...nicest thing I've ever experienced.”

“I've probably heard worse.” Tommy waves his concerns away with a hand, “I'm sure I’ll be fine.”

“Uh, well,” he exchanges another look with Jimmy, “I got kidnapped by a rival empire, and one of the things that happened while I was there was my wing getting broken. And then I broke it again when I was saving a certain idiot from plummeting to his death.”

Tommy eyes Jimmy again. “That seems like something you would do.” He continues before Jimmy even has the chance to break in again. “Have you broken any other bones?”

“He broke an antler.” Lizzie enters the room, instantly flicking the kettle on and leaning back against the counter. “Sorry that we’re a bit late, Joel saw a horse.”

“No I did not!” Joel yells out from the corridor, stumbling into the room as he’s halfway through pulling his boots off. He tracks snow all over his floors, which almost instantly begins to melt. “Will you ever let that go?” He asks, staring at Lizzie as she pours the now boiled water into two mugs.

“Good to see you too. Knocking on the door is polite, but not required I suppose.”

“Stop being grumpy.” Lizzie flicks him on the back of his head. “Tell him your fun story about the antlers.”

“It’s not very fun,” he grumbles, “I literally lost an antler.”

“You look like you lost both of your antlers.” Tommy points out, “If you even had them in the first place.”

“I still have them.” He taps the pendant that lies heavy against his chest. “I have a few enchantments to keep them hidden. Being blessed by a god tends to draw a bit of attention.”

“By a god? Prime above, what’s next, all of you are somehow part of a prophecy?” Lizzie and Jimmy exchange a small glance, and Tommy groans. “Dear gods, what the hell did I do to deserve ending up here.”

“Probably nothing honestly, Fate works in mysterious ways.”

“You talk like you've spoken to Lady Fate herself.” Tommy meets his eyes, before groaning again. “Okay, nevermind, let’s move away from the topic of gods, and back onto you breaking a fucking antler apparently.”

“It was less me breaking it and more my brother snapping it clean off.” He shrugs a little, having to stifle a laugh at the slightly horrified expressions all of the gathered rulers give him. He doesn't actually know why they're still so worried by the way he announces that.

“Ah, brothers, am I right?” Tommy nods slowly, and the occupants of the room slowly turn to fix him with their horrified looks.

“Mm.” He hums. “Never really know when to let up, do they. What’d yours do?”

“Both of them blew up my country, individually. One of them killed my best friend as well, the other used him as a spy.” He shrugs casually. “We had some fun times. You?”

“Eh.” He shrugs a little. “Nothing much really, just tried to start an eternal winter.”

“Oh my gods.” Jimmy presses a hand over his mouth. “Just shut up, stop talking right now. That’s not how siblings work.”

“You had a fight with Lizzie on my floor last week.”

“The difference there was that I wasn't trying to murder her!” Jimmy protests, pulling his hand away from his mouth.

Tommy eyes him. “I bet she beat you.”

“I did!” Lizzie pats him on the shoulder, pulling her hand away again when Tommy tenses beneath it, giving Scott an uncertain glance. She slowly lowers her hands to her sides, fiddling with the fabric of her trousers. “See,” she looks to Joel, “At least there’s someone who believes in me.”

“I never said I didn't!”

“But you didn't say you did either.”

“She’s got a point there mate,” Tommy nods, “You should be grateful for your wife, like, she’s a solid ten outta ten, you're maybe scraping a three.” Joel stares at him for a second, before looking to Lizzie, as though searching for support.

He’s having to hold back a laugh, and when Joel looks to him for help, giving up on Jimmy as he laughs into the table, he bursts out laughing as well, shoulders shaking as he laughs, mouth splitting into a grin so wide his cheeks hurt.

“A- a solid three out of ten. Oh Joel, how the mighty have fallen.”

“Shut up Scott, you married a fish.” Joel crosses his arms.

“So did you?” He blinks at him, still laughing occasionally as he stares at him. “Lizzie’s an axolotl. I'm pretty sure that’s a fish, right?” He looks to her for an answer, and she nods a little, still trying to get her breath back from laughing. She mutters “solid three” beneath her breath again, breaking off with a small giggle as Joel sends her a wounded look.

“Yours is slimy though. He’s almost constantly covered in slime.”

“Not in my household. He’s also not the one that tracked snow in, getting it all over my floorboards.”

“He didn't come in with us. I'm sure he got it all over the floorboards yesterday.”

“He did.” Tommy volunteers.

“See,” Joel gestures towards him, “He agrees with me.”

Tommy fixes him with a look. “I still don't like you.”

Lizzie laughs again, leaning on the back of his chair to whisper in his ear. “If you don't adopt this kid, I'm going to.”

“Not a chance.” He mutters back, watching as Tommy pulls a face at Joel, wings flared out. “He’s mine and Jimmy’s now. Finders-keepers.”

Lizzie shrugs, leaning away from him. “At least I’ll get to be the cool aunt.”

[minecraftbookshelf]

Life Series Angst Edition: Wing Headcanons

(Angst Edition referring to the version of the life series where they are trapped in it and being fed off of by InTheLittleWood's AU Watchers and everything hurts and everyone is cursed and its fantastic. As opposed to the Less Angst Edition where its just a bunch of friends having fun that kind of gets out of hand at times but everyone is fully consenting and on board with it all.)

Anywho

Avian/Feathered Wings:

Aka, Grian and Solidarity, sometimes Skizzleman (I have a minimum of three different versions of each character existing in my head at all times, roll with it)

Their wings are still there they just can't really. Use them. It's kind of the equivalent of compounded weakness effects. in a pinch they might be able to glide a little bit but nowhere near the level of even an elytra. They tend to start the series trying to keep them out as much as possible, but usually once everyone starts turning red they bind them, both because it makes it easier to move without semi-controlled limbs flopping around, but also because while they know their friends will not target their wings its still...uneasy. And removing temptation is always best when dealing with Red Lives.

(Grian has Kea wings, Solidarity has yellow Domesticated Canary wings-before Evo they were undomesticated Common Canary wings. Skizz has-slightly singed-angel wings.)

Moth Wings:

Pearl (Hercules Moth wings)

Pretty much the same as the feathered wings except moth wings are a lot more delicate than feathers and while she can bind them its incredibly risky.

Summonable Wings

Aka, the people whose wings more or less exist on another plane and can be manifested or vanished at will (outside the series)

this is Scar, Smajor, and Impulse, sometimes Skizzleman (again, it depends on which specific headcanons im running with for a specific scenario.) LDShadowlady was also part of this group in Last Life, though after she proclaimed herself the fairy queen of the fairy fort her wings manifested without her initiation and functioned more like Pearl's or the avians. (they also looked different than the form she usually had them in)

Basically their wings are locked and they can't access them for the duration of the series.

Scar has vex wings. Depending on the scenario i'm running with, Smajor's manifest looking either like his snowy owl wings from Empires Season One or allay wings or his Empires Season Two elytra. Impulse has classic bat-like demon wings. Skizz's look the same as they do in the other version. Lizzie's change at her will (within a set framework that she has never explained to anyone except maybe her husband)

[sixteenth-days]

and it's dark, and there is nobody driving

(some more 3rd life fic because i have The Brainrot, unfortunately. this time featuring scott smajor, grian, and a bunch of my headcanons for how all this works. also on ao3!)

“I don’t think I can stop it,” Grian mumbles into his hands, and Scott’s sure he’s not supposed to hear it, but the silence between them and the bombed-out remnants of the desert is thick and absolute, and in the quiet, the whisper may as well be a scream.

If Scott were nicer, if his better half hadn’t just died and taken his heart with, maybe he would do the polite thing, and pretend not to hear. Instead, he angles a miserable, yellow-eyed stare at Grian and frowns. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Grian glances up at him, then looks away, wings curling defensively around his shoulders. There was blue in his feathers, before. There isn’t, anymore. “I don’t… I shouldn’t tell you.”

Scott narrows his eyes, abruptly bitter. “If you still don’t trust me, after- after everything that’s just happened-“

“It’s not that!” Grian says, head snapping up, hasty enough that Scott believes him immediately. “It’s not- it’s really not that. It’s just… worse, I think, when you know. It’s…” he trails off, makes an unhappy little laughing sound. “You’re going to hate me.”

“Grian, there’s literally nothing you could do or say right now to put you higher than like… four on my kill list,” Scott informs him flatly. “You’re fine.”

Grian snickers a little, drops his head to rest his forehead against his arms. “I don’t know how I messed this up so badly,” he admits, eventually, quiet. “It always goes so well when you do it.”

Scott blinks, thrown. “…When I do what?”

“Make games,” Grian mutters. “For your friends.”

“What game?”

Grian lifts his head a little; one battered red-and-yellow wing stretches out, feathers fanning open in a wordless gesture out at the empty, ruined desert around them. “All of this. It’s just- it was just supposed to be a game. Just an experiment. I just… wanted to see what would happen.”

“An experiment,” Scott echoes, and all of a sudden you’re going to hate me makes a lot more sense. “People have died- my husband died-”

Grian cringes a little, pulling his wings back around himself. “I know-”

“You killed people!”

“I know!” Grian snaps, feathers spiking up, before he closes his eyes and takes a deep, painful-sounding breath. “I know.”

He goes quiet, then, for a minute or three. Scott watches him, nerves all set on end, unsure what to do.

He’s suddenly, uncomfortably aware that he doesn’t know where he was before he was here. Doesn’t know how he first met Grian, or even how he first met Jimmy, and the realization puts ice down his spine.

“I didn’t know it was going to be like this,” Grian says eventually. “It was just supposed to be… fun. Not- real. I should’ve-” a breathless, unhappy little laugh- “I should’ve learned by now, really. I keep making things that take on lives of their own.”

Scott’s throat still hurts from where Etho’s arrow punched clear through it.

“It was just supposed to be fun,” Grian repeats, miserable, “and then we’d all go home after. But instead-” he hesitates, glances over at Scott. “You haven’t killed anyone yet, right?”

“Yeah.” Skizz, Ren, Martyn, Etho, Skizz- “Not yet.”

“It feels good,” Grian says, a note in his voice that might be distress or muted horror or grief or something else entirely. “Exhilarating. And I can’t stop, you know? We can’t stop. It’s the rules.”

And that’s… true. He knows it’s true. Because maybe there was a point, earlier, before anyone died or anything was ruined, where this could have gone well and they could’ve been happy, but now there’s a widow’s ring weighing heavy on his hand and his fingers keep itching for his sword and this can only end in blood.

“None of us are making it out alive, are we,” Scott says. It’s not a question. They’re both sitting here with yellow eyes and fresh scars and pieces of their hearts missing, and neither of them are making it out.

It’s not really a question, but Grian nods anyways.

He should be angry at Grian, he thinks, and maybe he is. Mostly, though, his heart just hurts, and he’s tired, and resigned, and he wants to water the ground with the Red Army’s blood before he dies.

“Earlier,” he says eventually, and is proud of how even he manages to keep his voice. “You said, you meant for it to be fun, and we’d all go home after.”

“We might, still,” Grian says. “I don’t- I don’t know. I don’t know how real any of this is, even.” He sighs. “I’m so stupid. I never should have joined the game myself. I thought it would be okay. It’s so boring to just Watch, and- it was only ever meant to be fun, really. But as soon as I did that, I- it wasn’t my game anymore. I couldn’t stop it. I tried.”

He picks up a fallen blue feather from the bunker’s dusty floor, flips it around in his fingers.

“And- when you say home,” Scott says, and doesn’t think about Jimmy, and doesn’t think about their little flower valley, and doesn’t think about how he’ll never be able to make it perfect, now.

“Other worlds,” Grian says after a moment, answering the unfinished question. “You don’t remember- that’s my fault too, probably. There���s so many of them, every type you could think of.” He pauses, laughs a little. “Most of them are a lot nicer than this one. The one where I live- it’s nice. It’s really nice. Beautiful, all full of incredible builds and crazy terraforming. You’d love it. A lot of the people here are friends I met there.”

Scott swallows, tries to picture it. It’s hard, when they’re surrounded on all sides by utter devastation, by splashes of dried blood on sand and blasted stone. “That does sound lovely.”

“You should come visit,” Grian says. “If we all keep existing after this is over. Bring Jimmy. I’m sure I can talk Xisuma into it.”

“Do you think that’ll really happen?” Scott asks, and hates, a little, that he can’t keep a little cracking shard of hope out of his hollowed-out voice.

“To be honest, I haven’t the faintest,” Grian admits, rueful, wings shifting in a helpless kind of shrug. “But it’s nice to think about, isn’t it?”

His eyes are welling up against his will; he sucks in a breath and holds it, presses the heels of his hands to his eyes and tries to smother back the tears.

“Yeah,” he manages after a moment. “It is.”

[spookyserpent]

Hi I'm really curious if you have a masterlist for the characters,powers and who they are actually in irl due to the fact I actually don't recognize a few of them in your spider versus web series? Also keep up the good work I really love this series!

Hi!

Here you go:

Dsmp:

Tommy - post-mortem power absorption (avian wings = red wings like flames, etc) and power neutralisation (directed at himself)

Dream - elemental manipulation, earth related

George - never misses a shot, weapons proficiency

Sapnap - accelerated healing, fire generation/manipulation

Wilbur - compelling voice (kinda mind manipulation) + ability to see memories/drag up darkest secrets (want to tell him your deepest desires), immortal

Techno - blood manipulation, accelerated healing, super senses, immortal

Phil - reap souls, sense death, can make people into reapers (like Wil and Tech), avian = big black wings, immortal

Niki - water manipulation, can breath under water and can siren sing

Tubbo - bee-like qualities, can sting and fly

Ranboo - can teleport, a sixth sense, photographic reflexes

Ponk/Purpled/Punz/Quackity - powerless

Charlie - intangibility (can be seen as a slime if you wish, goopy boy my beloved)

Puffy - reality warping of probabilities

Sam - explosion generation/ manipulation

Foolish - sky and sea manipulation like storms

Drista - reality warping in the sense of spawning things in (she has creative mode)

Bad - darkness manipulation

Skeppy - get in and out of everywhere

Ant - mimic powers

Fundy - shapeshifter/silver tongue inherited from Wil

Eret - bond manipulation, makes you attached so can’t harm

Alyssa - sees the future

Callahan - knows where everyone is at all times

Jack - revenant

The Warden - technology manipulation

Among us Yt:

Minx - telekinesis

Corpse - possession and mind manipulation through touch

Rae - energy manipulation

Toast - sense a person’s memories through touch, low levels of telepathy (just the thoughts you have in that moment)

Sykkuno - fire and ice manipulation

Jack - can’t be killed and weapon proficiency (like Deadpool)

Tina - metal manipulation

Brooke - luck

Leslie - forcefields and portal generation

Og Mcyts:

Dan - creates clones

Stampy - powerless

Sqaishey - mind manipulation where they make you see and experience your greatest desire/dream

Shadow Lady - shadow manipulation

Cap. Sparklez - light manipulation

Sky - air manipulation

Squid - giant squid shapeshifter, can breathe underwater

Hermitcraft:

Grian - avian, parrot wings

Rendog - wolf shapeshifter

False - precognitive abilities

Beef - Minotaur body

Cleo - Revenant: cannot be killed unless their mission is complete

Iskall/Xisuma/Mumbo/ Doc/ Scar/ Gemini - powerless

Mr Beast Yt:

Mr Beast/Chandler/Chris - powerless

Origins SMP:

Scott Smajor - powerless

Tales of the SMP:

Sir Billiam - powerless

I think this is it? There might be more (I have OCs too but they only have a small part to play) and I think some of their powers change but this is the original document I wrote for these characters!

I’m glad you’re enjoying it! Thank you!

[kazqedglitzr]

smiletrio exchange letter

helo. it me. the bean.

first of all you are so cool. who are you? idk. if ur in the smiletrio exchange ur so very cool. second of all here are some ideas 4 u !

1. mack janifold

its ME what did u expect. i love jamanifol i :emoji_69: him. rocketduo perhaps. or hotelduo if you want to write see exclamation mark jack. or fissionduo! with tubbo! idk i submitted a lot of potential jack manifold relationship tags and you may feel free to absolutely run wild with the possibilities. something i discussed with aug was “jack and niki were superheroes but it didn’t pay so now they’re villains”. well it was similar to that but also not because aug wanted to keep the actual idea. or perhaps... trans his gender? maybe cc!jack living with scott smajor hears one too many token cishet jokes and starts to Wonder? the possibilities. are endless. i love jack manifold. it’s jack manifold january, babey. (pleASE THE GIRLBOSS NIKI NIHACHU TAG IS ONE FIC AWAY FROM BEING CANONISED)

2. mmmbench of trio

now i love me some tommyinnit. but if we’re doing characters? tub all the way babey. ranboo? my BELOVED. what a guy. all this to say that if you want to write benchtrio i will be happy and i will pog and maybe i will champ too who’s to say. for these three uhhhhhhhh trans at LEAST one gender this does allow for the option of making them transmasc and changing absolutely nothing else about them. perhaps some hybridity but not wing tommy bc that’s so very thoroughly done. im thinking about that one anastasia au again. benchtrio have so much “the characters from anastasia” energy. maybe they’re pulling off the con of the century. they can do it i believe in them.

3. ccwilbur

do it. add another fic to the Autistic Wilbur Soot tag. you know you want to.

4. what if crumb was there,

and then there’d be one more person who didn’t use he/him pronouns (side note neo some pronouns when you’re writing what you write! or make like. ranboo a she/her boy! whatever u feel like! whatever vibes hit u! whatever floats ur gavle goat!) and i just. crumb. she is small and good and cat. :emoji_69: again. and her animations are pretty and i like her. she would be good with characters like tubbo and ranboo (rainbow<3) but she is also child of sparklez in the lore. cwumb

5. GRINE. boatem actually

season 8 of hermitcraft was only like 30 episodes long you could binge the whole thing and know exactly what the hell im talking about! grian mumbo pearl impulse scar. they live in a town with a giant hole in the bedrock and a totem pole made of boats on top and they are BEST FRIENDS. the apocalypse came early so they moved into the void last week. remember when i wrote that fic about grians baby dragon. yeah. i love them

bonus ideas

mianite. yall ever watch mianite? mianite.

i like. eret. theyre cool

i used to want to get Tommyinnit Crashes His Own Funeral (Video Blogging RPF) canonised because season 2 and 3 did me so dirty for that

dnw

dreamnotwoun[GUNSHOT]

uh. major death darkness and destruction. some angst is cool but id rather nobody gets hurt

the benchtrio polycule - its just not for me

the boatem polycule either, while we’re at it - if any hermitshipping, references to scarian or grian/mumbo would be fine, but not more

(honestly if you wanna include significant romance get fens to run it by me first)

wing boy innit like i said. UNLESS you write winginnit interacting with wing grian because they<3 (and that could be any-season grian if u do)

in conclusion

whatever u write i will probably anixPog and leave u comint and suchlike. have good day gamers :thumbsup:

[shadeswift99]

Have some more ideas because I'm on a roll now:

- Working on this type of universal separation thing, most of the people from both servers who were in 3L/LL don't remember it. However, Scott "canonical reincarnation" Smajor and Grian "forbidden Watcher knowledge" Lastname both have varying degrees of vague awareness. Scott just has this hazy sense of suspicion and bone-deep exasperation around Grian - no actual clear memories - but he also gets the sense that the guy would be a valuable ally to have in a fight. Grian remembers a little bit more about Scott's past version, but given that the last time they saw each other Grian did sorta /kill him and this time around he seems to be a magical elf with massive wings and like seventeen cool weapons, Grian's not too keen on jogging his memory. So they just meet up occasionally as wing bros and have fun mildly inconveniencing each other

- When the worlds first crashed together, everyone tried to find each other in their confusion and figure out what was going on, and they all sort of ended up congregating in Boatem. By the time they'd all made their introductions and roughly decided not to start a dozen different blood feuds over whose magic made it happen, the sun was setting. They decided to grab a bunch of blankets and make camp inside the walls of Impulse's factory instead of trying to fly back through the chaos in the dark. Sleepover time!

(Much more under the cut, I may have spent way too much time on this lol)

- fWhip and Scar got put in charge of the campfire. If you're thinking that's a horrible idea why would you ever do that, well, you're probably right. They just piled as much flammable stuff as they could possibly find in the middle of the path and raced each other to see who could get their flint and steel out faster to light it. In the end Wizard Gem lit it using magic instead, and it actually turned out to be very cosy!

- Impulse hands out marshmallows to roast. Beef brings some of the Highly Questionable Food Products from his shop, which are a bit less well recieved, but Sausage is delighted by them (also yes I do have to take at least five minutes to stare blankly into space in sheer "what have I done with my life" whenever I need to write their names together lol)

- Speaking of which, fWhip and Gem immediately adopt Beef as their new Meat Guy and wind up Sausage by pretending they can't hear him and addressing all questions to his replacement

- This immediately stops when Etho, Doc, and Bdubs counter-adopt Sausage for the nHo and Gem and fWhip both realize that letting their buddy over there have access to that amount of unfathomable redstone dark magic is probably not a great idea (in reality though nobody can get a word in edgewise to do any forbidden glitch exploitation because Sausage is, of course, catching them up on the entirety of Empires history in what seems like a single breath. Bless him <3)

- Scott and Lizzie are teaching Joe to sing Deal With Destiny. In return Joe is teaching them Lectern Full Cauldron and Scott is of course somehow managing to sing it with the least PG tone and emphasis possible (Lizzie is losing it in the background, Joe has his head in his hands, Scott's just sitting there looking Perfectly Innocent and not grinning at all)

- They all sleep out under the stars. The factory is well-lit, but the gates are still open, so a few of them take turns on watch just in case of any mobs. fWhip shows off his cool tinkered weapons, and of course the Hermits have to try them out. Doc gets frustrated out of his mind by thinking too logically about the bits that look like redstone but are really just chaos magic and fancy forging, but Iskall loves the things. By the end of the night, fWhip's promised him a set of his own to make up for his refusal to join the No Wings Club ("they're attached! What do you want me to do about it!") (Also he already went through not using them with Scott's rule, no way is he doing that again -)

- The crown. The empires have seen competitive before. fWhip, the current emperor, was ready for competitive. He was not ready for Doc. Doc is absolutely not going to sleep until he has that crown, his Must Win instincts are fired up BIG TIME and he's probably going to invent a whole new subcategory of redstone by accident just in the process of trying to get this thing once he realizes what it is. ...And then Grian is going to accidentally pick it up off the ground in the final stage of his grand plan before Doc can get to it. Because of course he is. (See: button incidents)

- After the sleepover, a lot of the focus is on calming down the citizens of each empire and finding them new places to live if their current house happens to be, say, atomically superimposed on top of some guy's mob farm. It takes a little work to get everything villager safe, but the actual damage wasn't too extensive. There's just some...creative architecture now! Headache-inducing to the builders, especially when the themes and architecture directly clash (the statue of Aeor keeps trying to sink into the Rivenswamp between False, Gem, and Stress, and the Mesalian suburbs are a lot more treacherous now that they're filled with Cub's dripstone ravines) but they make it work.

- I don't know a ton about Shubble, but I feel like she'd have an absolute joy of a time hanging out with Stress. Stress is more than happy to have mushrooms in her swamp ravine, and the extra dogs around are always a plus! Adorable for them, terrifying for anyone who happens to spy Stress and her new gnome friend riding down the paths on the backs of their wolf army <3

- Katherine and Mumbo are going to have such a big peace love and plants party. Yup! Definitely peace, and love. And plants. No end crystals or mysteriously coloured potions here. (They're starting an underground fighting ring with Empires Pearl and disguising it as a lush cave in Mumbo's mountain because of course they are)

- the Cod empire should be in Grian's mountains I think. I have no idea if that makes any geographical sense but for meta reasons I just need to inflict Grian with having Jimmy's builds in his space and there's nothing he can do about it :) (except for maybe staff all his midnight alley shops with cod)

Hey yo so what if I made the most crack-filled crossover fix-it AU for both Hermitcraft and Empires at once. I bet there's a way I can smash em together so all of their individual problems literally just cancel each other out and all we're left with is ridiculous amounts of fluff and chaos, one draft no edits let's gooooooo -

- Instead of each of the server's individual endings happening the combination of dumbass science and magical nonsense just breaks reality completely and the two worlds hurtle into each other at interdimensional warp speed. Everyone's Hermitcraft bases are now on top of/beside/inside/under everyone's empires, it's pure aesthetic chaos incarnate

- Hermatrix Octa Beats Exor's Ass because I say so. Aeor fights the Moon and wins. (Please ignore the fact that I know next to nothing about 3/4 of these entities just let the gods fight it out I don't care about the details)

- Alternatively: fWhip and Jimmy still do the salmon/cod reactor thing but it happens in just the right place so the explosion pushes the two worlds away from the Moon by pure coincidence

- It takes exactly 1.37 seconds for Sausage to start sacrificing stuff to the Boatem hole

- Pix is there and Pixandria isn't actually splorked onto any other bases, but he shows up to meet with the others Exactly Once and then they basically don't see him again for months because he's booked solid making Vigil candles for Scar

- Eventually Joe finds him (tried to use that desert to mine sand for new green hotbar glass) and they have a conversation about philosophy, death, and epic pranks that I would absolutely pay to see while Joe helps him craft all those candles

- Cleo tries to sell them Hive-dr8 for the Vigil but Pix doesn't think that would be very respectful of the dead (he will take several for himself though because that desert is approximately Dry As Fuck and also this high fantasy rp man probably hasn't had an energy drink in his life)

(lots more under the cut, also very interested in extra ideas!)

- Whenever there's two of anybody they have to fight each other. That's the rules. Wizard Gem assumes she'll win the fight easily but HC Gem is a Canadian moose hybrid and absolutely runs her over a la "counterspell THIS, casual" so that's that decided (Gem respawns just fine with nothing harmed but her dignity)

- Pearl v Pearl ends up with Empires Pearl winning, of course, but it's a good fight and they agree to spar lots more afterwards for practice

- Scott and X talk and decide to just swap evil brothers and have done with this already. Scott takes Evil X aside to gently talk about his crippling abandonment issues and EX just decides to quit bothering people before the gay elf man makes him cry in front of two whole servers

- Xisuma lays eyes on our favourite demon Xornoth for 1 (one) millisecond and immediately remembers why he's wearing all that Doomguy armour. Rip and tear. (Whether he gets some kind of a redemption ending or not is really up to people who know and care more about that lore than I do)

- After EX Forcible Therapy Arc he runs across Evil Sausage and they try to go in together as business partners. It's an absolute disaster. Dark!Sausage keeps gleefully murdering all their customers and the place goes bankrupt days after opening. At least they're having fun though!

- Optional: after X uppercuts the corruption directly out of Xornoth he joins the Evil Business Trio and actually makes it halfway make sense (he is now the least evil person there and also the proud owner of at least one braincell which I find hilarious under the circumstances)

- Joel figures out that he's exactly 0.5 inches taller than Bdubs when they stand perfectly level with each other. His complete refusal to let Bdubs forget it has started 17 wars already. (In reality they get along great still though, because Bdubs does things with terracotta that would make any builder weep tears of joy and also he's wearing moss -)

- Zed's mountain is now home to zWhidaph's Laforgeboratorylands and he is NOT happy about it, this is not in keeping with his antisocial habits at all, there's this guy with wings running around unionizing all his villagers and there's weird deepslate redstone spikes everywhere and - OOOO wait he can study that stuff! Everything is perfectly okay now. Zed is in science heaven

- Gem's dragons make friends with False's giant eagle

- Grian keeps challenging Scott to increasingly risky flying challenges and Scott keeps ending up head-first in a tree in a very un-kingly way

- The number of deaths in Boatem meetings + the number of deaths in WRA meetings...they have a combined meeting Exactly One Time before Pix says that if they ever die that many times at once again he's holding candle making classes at swordpoint for the whole group

- Wormman and Poultryman get brought back just so they can be a superhero trio with the Codfather

- Lizzie and Cub become the next villain duo through sheer force of pun alone (they try to teach the axolotls to dig through the mole tunnels but they don't seem to want to cooperate)

- Ren and Sausage hit it off immediately because of course they do (also Bubbles loves the big friendly dog man, he smells like sticks and gives good scritches)

- Most importantly of all, Joel, Sausage, and Zedaph come together to host the greatest game show Hermempirecrafts has ever seen: Is That Blood Sheep Looking At Me!

That's all the ideas I have for now! I lied about no edits, I'm actually probably going to quarantine this in drafts for a couple days after the finale so the irreverent tone doesn't get me Seven Million Unhappy Replies for posting during the grieving period, but I'm personally really liking the break from all the seriousness to just fling wild ideas at the wall and see what makes the most good brain juice. :] I'll probably come up with more later!