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redrobin-detective · 1 year ago

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Something I wonder about Simon and Betty's relationship is how long they were together before the whole crown ordeal. But they were engaged, you say. My aunt (in)famously met my uncle and had a ring on her finger in 8 weeks. We've seen that both Betty and Simon were both weird outcasts, crazy determined and a pinch insane. I would not be surprised if they decided they'd met their one true love and got engaged super quick.

My point being, Betty's shifting to revolve around Simon and Simon's rose colored glasses of their relationship feels very much like New Love. They're people who love each other and love being a couple but still haven't quite figured out how to coexist together, as two people in a partnership. I feel like if they'd known each other longer, lived together longer, some of the issues we're seeing would have probably self resolved.

I don't think their relationship is toxic nor is it totally perfect. It's two lonely, most likely neurodivergent people in a relatively early relationship still figuring out how it works. Everything that happened afterwards: the crown, the seperation, the time travel, the magic/madness/sadness just exemplified issues they had both as individuals and as a couple.

#fionna and cake #fionna and cake spoilers #simon petrikov #betty grof #in the tags its either #'oh they're toxic' or 'owo literal soulmates'#but i think its both more simple and yet more complicated #its struck me from the very start that they were eternally engaged #they never got to be married they're still stuck at this in between milestone #plus the way they act/talk around one another it HAS that new relationship vibe #If i were to guess they were each other's first romantic relationship #they loved so hard but they didnt really understand how it worked (mood)#if tehy'd had time and space like normal people yeah I think they'd have been fine #unfortunately all manner of bs got in the way and they never got to resolve some of these issues #it doesnt make one right over the other it just adds another layer of tragedy to their story #they only had time to get to know each other -to really feel understood- before it was taken away #Artists call betty 'simons wife #but its soooo important to me that they never made it that far #a flower that was plucked before it had a chance to bloom #anyway just my thoughts #petrigrov forever

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funky-fox-fics · 3 months ago

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Prompt: soulmate

please note that this story takes place in my pc/bs au, so you might not understand this if you haven't read that yet!

So here is how it goes, the night after you've found your soulmate, with one utterly and unfamiliarly complete soul now burning in your chest:

Bdubs lays beside you, trying to fall asleep, his own one-and-a-half souls tucked close to his code. You wonder if he's in Hermitcraft right now. You know this is technically a dream; you know that if a Watcher tried to invade right now, Grian could force a wake-up and you'd all be safe on your respective servers.

You wonder if it goes both ways. If, each night in the Life Series, you go back to Hermitcraft for a bit. You know you dream of Hermitcraft, most nights, when you fall asleep here. You don't know if it changes anything. There's too much going on in this bloody half-world to remember a dream.

You cannot hear Skizz here, anyway. In the first game, Grian hadn't got it right; he'd left some gaps in the code accidentally, or maybe he'd left them there on purpose. He'd failed once at trying to separate you two. He hadn't known what you were capable of. He'd made sure not to modify your codes too dramatically in case his nightmares about what binaries "could do" came true.

In the second game, he'd altered it based on your suggestions. Tweaked some of the code, made sure not to attack any code that would damage the link, and it had been gone. A precaution against a new curse I've thrown into the game, he'd said, Watcher Eyes out and watching. It's a bit... well, dangerous, and I don't know how that'd work for a binary, so what I'm gonna do is I'm gonna shut down the connection and we'll see if that helps any. If there's any issues, come find me, tell me it's an emergency code thing and I'll pause the Game. Alright?

And neither of them had actually gotten the curse, thank the Void, but it had been... eerie. The code had patched over the abyss that had always held the promise of Skizz, and it had been gone, and. You'd kept on thinking Grian would try and fix you both again, maybe he'd already done it and you hadn't known, maybe this was how it would always be, maybe the Skizz here was only an illusion and you were completely alone--

But you'd rejoined each other, woken up from the dream--as you'd always done, as you always will--and you'd been together again. Whole, truly and beautifully whole.

The code is here again, walling off the part of your mind that's connected to Skizz and keeping you firmly in one body. And instead there's--

A new gimmick, Grian had proposed. Soulmates. People who shared your health with you. People who you were tied to. People who had been picked by a wonderful roll of the dice, the fairest god of all. People who you would live for and die for and--for one pair, whoever that pair turned out to be--win for.

You and Skizz had looked at each other when he'd announced that, fear-distrust-intrigue splashing into both your minds. Skizz is thinking: No, I'm not giving you up, Impy. Not letting him. If he does--

Skizz hasn't lived with him for a season shattered short and two (admittedly unreliable) seasons before that, so it's reasonable that their near-fixing pours into his mind, nearly causing the two of them to flinch beyond the barriers of their thoughts. Skizz remembers his own death, his own awakening, his own fear flashing through his blood and making his heart pound--

You'd told him you're sure it'll be fine.

You'd been wrong.

Bdubs is now against you in your head, his thoughts filling the place where Skizz should be. You can hear them buzzing around his skull--muddled and distant, but if you focus--

Stupid mobs. I hate darkness. It's too dark outside. Need to sleep. What's Impulse doing? Is he okay? It's too dark out. Make it be day, Bdubs. Make it be day.

--you can hear him.

You don't think he's heard you yet. You don't know if he's capable of it. If he's heard you, he hasn't even thought about it, which--considering you're 99% sure Bdubs isn't a binary--would be near impossible. Even a familiar, routine moment sends a glimmer through a mind, a ripple hidden beneath the workings of a mind and more interesting, louder thoughts.

If he has heard you, then he doesn't care about binaries, which you also highly doubt. Bdubs, you know, is highly opinionated on many things, and he is not scared to share those opinions very loudly to the nearest person. And any sane person would be firmly anti-binary, wouldn't they be?

Your hands are trembling.

You think about secrets. You think about hatred. You think about Bdubs and his stupidly loud opinions.

You think about what Grian had promised--a soulmate to live for, to die for. To win for.

(You think about a clock, and a castle, and a betrayal, and then you do your best to not think about those things any more than you need to.)

Anyway. Bdubs' mind, unlike Skizz, tends to think loudly. Ideas come in bursts, usually unprompted, and whenever he sees something an opinion mutters in his mind. Sometimes shouts. Lots of things are colorful, literally--unlike Skizz's soft blue mind, only sometimes flashing with cerulean or turquoise when he's particularly passionate, Bdubs' mind is full of color. Maroons and scarlets for anger; dark browns and silvery grays for sadness; bright sparks of green and blue for happiness; startling, spiky blacks for fear.

Right now, his mind's lapsed into a quiet, thoughtful lavender blue, a little like Skizz's if you try hard enough. Everything's still too bright, a few hot-pink flutters of irritation lingering still, and Bdubs doesn't know you're even poking through his mind right now, but--if you don't think about what Skizz is like, if you try to pretend like Bdubs isn't here, if you try and ignore his distant thoughts and distant irritations, well. This is a little like Skizz, is all.

A spark of curiosity--a sort of orangey-red, tainting the calm blue and mixing with the rest of it, streaks and splatters and then finally his thoughts are whirring again and goodness he's awake again, and you retreat from observation just as Bdubs asks you:

"Hey, what's up?"

(You could tell him about this, Grian would say. You could tell him you're mentally connected to him, tell him you know what's he's thinking. Tell him you're connected to Skizz like this, tell him you're not sure if this was a good idea, tell him that you're scared. Because, Grian would say, this is a soulmate to live for. Someone you've got to trust. It'd hurt the both of you not to say anything.)

(You think about binaries. You think about being fixed. You think about a lot of things, and your mind flows quicker and quicker and quicker.)

"Nothing," you lie badly.

Some new color you can't quite place blooms into existence, taking its place next to the orange-red curiosity. Mossy green--like his cloak, like leaves, like plants. You're too scared to try and poke deeper, try and investigate exactly what this might be, but this color... it's new. Different. Bdubs goes through a lot of emotions, a lot of colors in a loud and bright mind, but this is new. Soft, even.

"It doesn't look like nothing," Bdubs says, and his voice has changed, and his eyes are dark and wide in the night, reflecting the flickering torchlight. "What's bothering you?"

"Lack of sleep, probably," you mutter, and there's a pink ripple of irritation. The orange-red fades into that lavender-blue sleepiness, and the mossy green's still there, still an emotion you can't quite place.

It nags at you. You're good at identifying Bdubs' emotions, you think. What's this one supposed to be?

"Then get some sleep," Bdubs says with a yawn. "You'll need it. You don't--you don't want to not sleep in a death game, that's bad for you. Night, Impulse."

For a moment, the mossy green overwhelms the lavender blue, and it swells and sings. It is not bright, not like the curiosity, not like fear or anger or happiness. It's like a blanket of grass, spreading over Bdubs' mind, burying all the bright colors and flashy lights.

It is this color that finally bridges the gap, finally breaks into your own mind. It spills over, and for a moment your own thoughts are simply color and sensation, and the color is mossy green, and the sensation is warm, familiar. Threatening to be fierce, but now, in the soft dredges of night, it's soft, placid.

Oh. It's love.

As soon as you've realized this, the mossy green begins to retreat. It draws away meekly, pulls back into the corners of Bdubs' mind, and the lavender blue returns. The blue overwhelms the other colors. Bdubs' mind is a swamp of lavender blue now, and you almost want the mossy green back, if only because of what it symbolizes, what it is.

Bdubs breathes evenly beside you now, asleep, limp and vulnerable. Your own thoughts are beginning to slow and stutter under the weight of how late it is. Your own breath is evening out. The soft chirping crickets sing you a lullaby. Everyone is still Green, it whispers. No need to worry just yet.

The ghost of the mossy green still lingers in your chest.

Bdubs' love is... overwhelming, a little. Passionate. It had felt a little like pride, except also distinctly not in ways you can't really place. It wasn't... it wasn't something omni-present, not like Skizz's mind. But it was there. He'd shared it with you, whether he'd known it or not.

You think about Skizz. You think about Bdubs. You think about failed gimmicks, and you think about hiding codes. You think about a clock, and a castle, and the friendship before the betrayal. You think about Grian.

You think about mossy green. You think about love.

You think: Maybe this soulmate thing won't be so bad after all.

#impdubs #impskizztober #impulsesv #bdubs #trafficfic #ficlet #double life #binary souls au #< new tag for pc/bs stuff #anyways hello gang! here's day 4. note: i have not actually watched double life from impdubs pov but i do have osmosis which is good enough #also i really want to explore different... idk mindscapes? and stuff in pc/bs. which is what i tried to explore w bdubs' colors here.#russet writes

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