#who are jimmy and joel though I'm curious now

[seanwinchester]

since ur prev’d me I just wanted to let u know my ‘Im gonna tell my kids this is j2’ tag is actually my rpf ship tag for some guys who are called Jimmy and Joel as my own little in joke ausgeu. that drawing is not actually j2 💔

WHAAAT 😨

kidding lol I actually checked op's profile and knew it wasn't j2 but I thought you tagged it that to be funny bc eh close enough. but it's actually hilarious that you have your own j2 bit. my reblog still stands though <3

[blicketdabest33]

Y'all remember that MCYT PJO au I asked for help with awhile ago? WELL HERE'S THE CABINS AND MY EXPLINATIONS BEHIND THEM!!

#1 Zeus Cabin: Jimmy, Joel Jimmy: He's a Zeus kid, but everyone somehow forgets about it. Joel: He's competitive and strong. Also, because Jimmy is his half brother through godly parent, i get to make a fun bit about him dating Lizzie. And one of his origins in Afterlife SMP was a thunderborn

#2 Hera Cabin: Scott Scott: Scott's whole thing is loyalty. Hera is the goddess of marriage and is insanely loyal to Zeus. However, I feel like Hera should get at least one affair. So now Scott can use peacocks as weapons.

#3 Poseidon Cabin: Skizz Skizz: Poseidon kids tend to be really, really loyal to a fault and heroic, both qualities I think Skizz possesses.

#4 Demeter Cabin: Sausage, Shelby, Bdubs, Stress Sausage: This man built Sanctuary in a jungle and has flowers in his hair. He sells wood. There is no other place to put him. Shelby: Mushroom gnome, spooky mangrove witch, powerful storm witch, i need not continue. Bdubs: Moss man. Stress: SHE HAS FLOWERS

#5 Ares Cabin: Martyn, False Martyn: His planet is Mars, which is the roman version of Ares. He ended Limited Life in such a violent way, i can't help it. He was also red for the majority of Secret Life. False: I just feel like False should get to kill people more often.

#6 Athena Cabin: Grian, Pix, Owen, Xisuma Grian: This sums it up pretty well

Pix: Smart man. Archeologist and definitely a nerd. I wanna see him skipping out on training just so he can read history books. Owen: He likes to explore and discover new things in Pirates. In Rats, he's a tinkerer. In New Life, he's an explorer who wants to study hybrids. In Empires, he's a Llama who's curious about how humans work. Just a very curious character overall. Xisuma: Admin. I'm not elaborating.

#7 Apollo Cabin: Gem, Oli, Lyarrah Gem: She is an Apollo kid because of her Empire in S2. She's the sunlight princess. Apollo kid. Oli: MUSIC. MAN. Lyarrah: She writes the captions for the hermitcraft recap.

#8 Artemis Cabin: Pearl Pearl: Y'know, Artemis could've just like... had a kid, even though she took that oath. It wouldn't even have to be with a guy. Gods can change to whatever gender they want. Anyway, Pearl gets to be an Artemis kid because her symbolism is moon, she loves dogs, and will commit murder and hunt at night.

#9 Hephaestus Cabin: Doc, Mumbo, Tango, Impulse, Cub, Zedaph, Fwhip, Iskall Doc: Redstone Mumbo: Redstone Tango: Redstone Impulse: Redstone Cub: Redstone Zedaph: Redstone Fwhip: Redstone AND has a red scarf (don't ask me how that's relevant) Iskall: Redstone

#10 Aphrodite Cabin: Keralis Keralis: Okay, I don't know why, but Keralis gives me the vibes of a very charming person. His voice is nice to listen to, so imagine how useful it'd be if I gave him charm speak.

#11 Hermes Cabin: Scar, Etho, Joe Scar: Trader Scar, scammer extraordinar. Etho: All i must say is Shady-E's. I get "jack-of-all-trades, master of none, often better than master of one" vibes from him. He's funny, he's mischievous, it just works. Joe: Comedy man. Excellent delivery. And, yet again, i look at this man and go "That right there is a multi-talented man with a habit for mischief."

#12 Dionysus Cabin: Joey, Beef Joey: *points at his season one empires theme* i need not say more Beef: Idk, food. I don't really have a reason. I don't know too much about Beef.

#13 Hades Cabin: Zloy Zloy: Zombie man. He writes the Hermitcraft recaps in the dark at 2am with nothing but pure spite.

#14 Iris Cabin: Katherine Katherine: SHE. HAS. COLORS. and also I couldn't put her in Demeter cabin because Shelby is already there and i am NOT excluding Nature Wives from this au

#15 Hypnos Cabin: Bigb, XB, Wels Bigb: Sleepy stuff, right? WRONG. Gaslight. Go in everyones dreams, make fake prophecies, peace out, and cause chaos. XB: I look at his fanon design, I see an alien, and I go "aha he sleeps" Wels: This guy (@dingdinghq) said so and i completely agree. Something about sleeping in S6.

#16 Nemesis Cabin: Edit: wels not here no more

#17 Nike Cabin: Ren Ren: VICTORY. I don't know much about Ren's story in the Life Series, but I look at this man and see someone who has won a lot.

#18 Hebe Cabin: 

#19 Tyche Cabin: TFC TFC: Man goes mining and gets really lucky. That's it.

#20 Hecate Cabin: Lizzie, Cleo, Jevin Lizzie: Witchy vibes. Also, Arson. Cleo: Arson. She uses her magic for Arson. Jevin: He's a magic slime. Also, Arson. All Hecate kids love Arson.

[thedo0zyslider]

Needing You (And I Didn't Realize) - 5k words

Fwhip and Jimmy have a little too much to drink, get a little personal, and have some very late realizations

A03 Link

Grimlands Count shifted in his seat, his tail flicking idly against the floor as he watched the people around him mingle. All the emperors had been invited to Rivendell that night for a celebration; it was due to some winter elven tradition Fwhip couldn’t possibly remember in this state. He’d mingled for a good few hours before his social meter had run out, and now the half dragon sat at some far off table by himself. The warm, fuzzy feeling of drinking just a bit too much alcohol was at least blocking out the cold of Rivendell’s winters.

From here he could see Sausage doing….well something . It was clear he was more drunk that Fwhip was, and was absolutely making a fool of himself. He laughed quietly to himself, as Gem was now trying to pull Mythland’s king away from all the people and get him some water. The elf’s found whatever was happening amusing at least, but most of them probably weren’t sober either. They’d told Scott that putting them all around alcohol was a bad idea, yet the man had done it anyways. Fwhip took another sip of his drink, he didn’t know what it was anymore, and made a note to ask his sister what that had been all about in the morning.

There was the sound of a chair being pulled out next to him, and the Count turned to see who decided to join him. To his surprise the Codfather sat next to him, looking just as or even more drunk than Fwhip was. He tried not to choke on his drink, the sight startling him a bit. Fwhip stiffened on instinct, becoming rigid due to being so close to an enemy.

It took a few minutes of awkward sitting, but Jimmy did eventually look to his right. Fwhip couldn’t see his face, but he guessed the man was flushing pink with embarrassment. He could tell the cod now had a similar posture to his though, stiffied and wary. “Oh.” Jimmy said elegantly, his words surprisingly coherent and not slurred. “Didn’t know you were sitting here. Sorry.” He began to stand, gripping the table for support a little, and Fwhip just shook his head.

“You can stay, I don’t mind.” He said around another sip of his beverage. “There’s a fifty-fifty chance I’ll remember this anyways.” He wasn’t sure why he allowed the other to stay, but getting a rise out of Jimmy did sound much better than sitting here bored.

“…Oh, cool.” Jimmy muttered, and sat back down again. He didn’t have a drink on him, so at least one of them was trying to be responsible. Fwhip could already sense what kinda hangover he’d be having come morning.

“How drunk are you?” The cod asked after a moment. He clearly didn’t want to sit in awkward silence for however long they’d be sitting here. The Count just shrugged in response; he’d lost count of his drinks about an hour ago, but he’d had at least three.

“Didn’t think you of all people would get wasted.” He said with a bit of bite to his words, stopping himself from taking another sip. He should probably put it down for a little bit, maybe get some water.

“I’m not wasted.” Jimmy huffed. Distantly, Fwhip was surprised at how civil they were being, but maybe that was the alcohol. “Joel just challenged me to a drink contest or something, and I drank more than I'm used to.”

“Where is Joel anyways?” The Count hadn’t seen the Mezalean since the start of the party. Now he was extra curious to see where he’d run off too, not that he really had been before.

“Blackout drunk.” Jimmy’s response almost came out in a sigh, like Joel did this at every party they went to together. Fwhip wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case either. “Lizzie’s with him right now. I got tired of all the people.'' Fwhip nodded in understanding, and whatever tense air that was around them seemed to dissipate into more of a…temporary comfort until the party ended.

They sat like that for what must have been half an hour, the Count taking almost periodic sips of his drink as he resumed people watching. He’d seen a flash of Joel, and it seemed the smaller was being dragged home by the Ocean Queen. He snicker to himself a little, which became a muffled giggle when Jimmy groaned beside him. There went the cod’s main company at this thing.

The Count didn’t really expect to interact with Jimmy much that night. He assumed they would sit…exist near each other awkwardly until Scott decided to call it a night. That didn’t stop Fwhip from casting frequent glances at the cod person; something he did maybe a bit more than a normal amount. He ended up wondering how good Jimmy’s vision really was in the mask, because it seemed to be limited to two eyeholes.

It was those glances that ended up giving Fwhip more time with the Codfather. One minute Jimmy’s hat was on his head, as it always was, but when Fwhip glanced back again it was removed. The Codfather’s head rested on the table, and it took the ginger a few minutes to process what he was seeing.

Fwhip was even more startled than he had been when Jimmy sat down. No one really saw the Codfather’s face. The head covered his whole face, and was only taken off in private. None of them were even sure Lizzie had seen the cod’s face, at least since he became ruler. Fwhip didn’t even think Jimmy would take it off drunk, so what he was seeing felt like kind of a big deal.

He soon was very openly staring at the man, as if he was trying to burn Jimmy’s face into his memory. Fwhip had wondered what the cod looked like plenty of times, probably more than a normal amount. He’d never thought Jimmy would have blonde hair, but it suited him well. His hair was almost a pretty golden blonde, and looked soft and well kept. Fwhip wanted to run a hand through it. Jimmy’s eyes were brown, another thing he wasn’t expecting, but the Count wasn’t complaining. It was a nice brown, one that looked easy to get lost in.

The Codfather had freckles as well. Freckles . They were fainter than Fwhip’s own, but they were there and god was it was… adorable . He tried to ignore the thoughts of tracing them, or pressing kisses to each one. That was the alcohol, not him. It had to be. He would never feel that way about the Codfather .

Jimmy quickly noticed him staring, and gave a smug grin. “See something you like?” He purred, leaning his cheek against his palm casually.

“ No .” Fwhip huffed, feeling himself turn scarlet. He turned his head back to the party and took a rather large sip of his drink.

He saw the blonde smirk from the corner of his eye, and he squirmed uncomfortably under the other’s gaze. He was not going to be undone by Jimmy , nope. Not today. Not in a million years.

The man in question seemed to be determined to do just the opposite of Fwhip, as he usually was. Their chairs ended up closer, enough for their arms to occasionally brush against each other.

“Mind if I?” Jimmy muttered, motioning to Fwhip’s drink. The Count just gave a simple shrug in response, and decided to try and focus on that nice fuzzy feeling again. That was better than focusing on the damn fishman beside him.

Even despite his internal insistence he watched the cod anyways. It was like he couldn't look away, and maybe he didn't really want too. Fwhip watches as Jimmy downed the rest of his drink.The Codfather seemed to be doing everything slowly on purpose, like he was trying to rile up Fwhip more. And it was working, damn him.

Jimmy met his eyes, and raised his brow questioningly. He was asking why he was being stared at, as if the answer wasn't painfully obvious. Fwhip held back a sigh, and muttered out one question that was playing on his mind. “Is it okay for people to see you…without the hat?” Sheepishly, he moved his gaze away once more, feeling the tips of his pointed ears turn red.

“Aww, you care.” Jimmy cooed, somehow scooting their chairs even closer. A hand landed teasingly on his arm, and Fwhip’s head whipped around, his expression now laced with annoyance.

“Answer the question, Jimmy.” He hissed, swiping his empty glass back to his side of the table. The Count needed a refill, and he needed it soon . He was far too sober for this.

“Yeah, it shouldn't be a problem.” The cod said it so casually, like it wasn’t a part of his job to wear the head at all times. Hopefully most people were too drunk to notice.

Fwhip nodded, then moved to stand. "I'm getting another drink." He said, walking away and back into the thick of the celebration. He could feel Jimmy’s slightly disappointed gaze on his back, as if he expected Fwhip to not come back.

The Count got another drink, he got two actually. At first he wasn’t open to the idea of spending a night with Jimmy, but now he was. The morbidly curious part of him wanted to see how far he could go, how far the cod would take this. Fwhip smiled to himself, surprised he was able to slip through the crowd unnoticed, and made his way back to what was his new favorite seat in Scott’s palace.

Jimmy damn near beamed when he saw the Count approaching. To his credit, he hid it well, Fwhip was just back to watching him. He couldn't really get enough of that pretty face.

"Look who's back!" Jimmy purred, taking the glass that was handed to him. "And with a drink! What a gentleman!"

"You haven't scared me away just yet." Fwhip smiled, retaking his seat.

"Good!" Jimmy gave a lopsided smile. He took a sip from Fwhip’s cup again, despite now having his own beverage. The Count scoffed, giving the blonde a glare. Jimmy just smirked at him again, and made his heart beat just a little bit faster. They sat there for a while, teasing words and flirts being freely exchanged. Fwhip managed to make Jimmy blush quite a fair amount, and pride coursed through him every time he did so. Jimmy also flustered him quite a bit, and he’d never expected that fool to be such a good flirt. Though the Count wasn't really complaining. The world around him faded into the background and he no longer made sheepish glances out to the crowd, staying turned towards the man in front of him. It was as if Jimmy was his world instead, and the Count found he didn't mind that thought much.

When Fwhip’s own drink was finished he grabbed Jimmy untouched one, taking a slow, long sip from it. Jimmy giggled as he did so, snatching the glass away to do the same. "That's my thing." He huffed, pouting lightly.

"Well, two can play at that game." Fwhip muttered, voice dipping low and sultry. Jimmy just passed the drink back to him, and they resumed their earlier conversations until the liquid was gone as well.

"You finally wasted now?" Fwhip almost slurred, watching as Jimmy’s head nearly slipped off his hand and almost hit the table. About an hour of talking to this man and he was still not over how goddamn pretty he was, his eyes always staying fixed somewhere on Jimmy’s face.

"Getting there." Jimmy grunted, blinking a bit. Fwhip giggled at the sight. "Maybe we shouldn't drink anymore, I don't want to carry you home."

Jimmy saw an opening and took it, leaning in closer. "Oh, but I wouldn't mind that~", He purred, breath reeking of alcohol. Fwhip turned scarlet again, and desperately batted away the mental image of carrying the cod bridal style.

The two rulers were very close now, almost touching at several points. Under the table Jimmy lightly ran a hand over Fwhip’s thigh, causing a shiver to run through the Count. “Wanna go…somewhere else?” He asked, almost whispering in the cod’s ear. Jimmy let out a small giggle, then smirked, and Fwhip took that as confirmation.

Both men stood a bit shakily, then basically beelined for the first staircase they saw. Fwhip gripped onto the railing for dear life, watching as Jimmy stumbled to the second floor beside him. They didn't really know where exactly they were going, but they’d end up somewhere. Fwhip just hoped Scott wouldn't mind them ditching the celebration below.

Scott had noticed both of them sneaking away almost immediately. He'd figured it was a good idea to keep an eye on his friends throughout the night, and had seen the two supposed enemies flirting up a storm in the corner of the room. The elf should've known this would escalate really, because they were both stupid drunk and had no common sense, even when sober.

He turned to Pearl, the only other ruler who stayed relatively alcohol free. "You saw them, didn't you?" He asked, trying to keep a sigh out of his voice.

Pearl hummed in confirmation. "Why did Jimmy take the Codfather head off?" She mused, and Scott just shrugged. He'd been wondering that himself, but he wasn’t gonna complain. It was definitely weird, but if Jimmy felt comfortable enough to take the garment off then the elf would let it be. He'd tried not to look at the cod's face for too long, as a respectful thing. Fwhip had openly been doing the complete opposite, unsurprisingly.

"It's gonna be really convenient now." He said, eyes flicking back to the staircase. Pearl just sighed.

"They're gonna have sex, aren't they?" She asked, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"If they're not down here in a few minutes I'm interrupting them." Scott said, moving to get another glass of water. Sausage could do with more sobering up.

"You're not gonna stop them now?" Pearl followed him, skeptical gaze burning into his back.

"I'll let them have some fun." Scott said, reaching where the drinks were. He grabbed a glass of water, nodding to a few elves of high status as he passed them. "Lord knows they need to relieve some sexual tension." He muttered, leaning closer to Pearl so only she would hear.

She laughed quietly at that. "Fine, but you better stop them soon." With that his friend was off, taking the glass of water from him and heading back towards Sausage and Gem.

Scott just muttered something to himself, and slowly made his way back towards the staircase.

Fwhip, for all his confidence before this, wasn’t really sure where they’d be going with this once alone. But he was content to let whatever would happen happen. Maybe he did feel that way about Jimmy, and maybe it had taken a few drinks for him to realize that. Not realizing you were into someone until you were drunk was definitely embarrassing, but that was a problem for morning Fwhip.

Jimmy led them to a room, one dimly lit by a few lanterns. Thankfully, it seemed to have a couch or bed of some kind. Maybe a chair. Fwhip couldn’t really tell, his vision was spinning just a tad. The room did seem to have a good amount of bookshelves from what he could tell, so it was probably a study of some kind and probably had a couch.

Fwhip shut the door behind them, fumbling with the lock a little. He hurriedly shoved his coat and scarf off his shoulders, letting fall carelessly to the ground and leaving him in just a white undershirt. Jimmy was on him immediately after that, hands coming to hold the Count’s face and pulling him close.

"Eager aren't we?" Fwhip murmured, nose bumping with the cods. Jimmy just hummed in response, hands coming to rest on his waist. The blonde closed the gap between them, lips feeling nice against Fwhip's own. Jimmy kissed him shyly at first, before gaining a bit more confidence and kissing him deeper. Fwhip kissed him back hungrily, whining as the other’s tongue slipped into his mouth. One of Jimmy’s hands stayed on his face, while the other went to tug at his hair. Fwhip's goggles were removed from his head at some point, landing on the floor with a low thump . He made another more muffled whine, feeling his back gently hit a wall.

They pulled back momentarily, lungs burning for air, before Fwhip caught the others' lips again. He moved a hand to hold the back of Jimmy’s head, listening to the blonde’s own muffled sounds and smiling into the kiss. Jimmy started to move away slowly, starting to place kisses along Fwhip’s jawline. The Count happily let him, twitching as Jimmy placed a knee between his legs.

The kisses trailed downwards, Fwhip letting out a pleased sound when sharp teeth brushed over his skin before biting down. He tugged at the others hair, which earned him more kisses placed on his skin. Jimmy left a few nice marks along the Count’s neck before moving upwards once more, apparently satisfied with his quick work.

Fwhip took more control this time, slipping his tongue into Jimmy’s mouth when their lips connected again. He broke away quickly after that, breathless as his own kisses moved along the other's jawline and he eventually found his way to Jimmy’s neck. He moved the collar of the blondes shirt to the side, lips slowly sucking at one high up spot. The Codfather seemed to enjoy the neck kisses much more than Fwhip did, his grip on the Count tightening in an instant.

Jimmy craned his neck, exposing more of it to Fwhip. He smiled at that, bruising his teeth over soft skin. He bit down slowly, enjoying how the cod squirmed at it. After pressing a few bruises into the cod's skin, Fwhip found a spot Jimmy quite liked, eliciting a rather loud groan from the latter when he pressed his lips to it. He stayed there for a minute, sucking and biting at the area before trailing downwards even further.

Jimmy whined as his shirt was unbuttoned slightly, allowing Fwhip access to his chest and shoulder blades. The Count continued to place more kisses along Jimmy’s skin, pressing more and more marks along his shoulders, down his chest, until the other began maneuvering his head upwards again.

Fwhip groaned as their lips connected once more, his back leaving the wall. The two pulled away after another long kiss, the cod quickly moving onto the couch Fwhip had seen when they first entered the room.

He pressed Jimmy’s back to the couch, pinning the cod under him. He straddled the other, arms resting beside the cod's head. The blonde moved to capture his lips again, holding the back of his head and earning another noise from Fwhip. Jimmy’s hands started to roam as he kissed the Count, eventually slipping under his shirt. Claws thumbed at the waistband of his pants, Fwhip beginning to grind his hips against the cod’s. Jimmy made a small noise, moving to return the action.

They were interrupted quickly after that, the door Fwhip had failed to lock being opened. They both pulled away quickly and breathless, to see a very unphased Scott leaning in the doorway. He'd likely prepared himself to see something scandalous, but was a little surprised both rulers still had their shirts on.

“You can’t have sex at my party.” Scott stated it bluntly before the other two could get a word in, hands resting on his hips.

"But Scott-" Jimmy whined, words sounding slurred. Fwhip moved off him, a little embarrassment fighting it way through his altered state of mind. He felt fuzzier than he had when entering, and it seemed his last drink had caught up to him while he was occupied, and the Count was now only registering the full effect of it.

"No 'buts!'" Scott exclaimed, handing Fwhip his coat and scarf from the floor. "You two aren't sober enough to do this!." The elf sounded more like a fuming mother than a concerned friend as he spoke, begrudgingly helping Jimmy fix his shirt collar; the cod clearly not having enough coordination to do so. Fwhip took a moment, but eventually found his goggles as well. He managed to secure them on his head once more, and followed his fellow emperors out of the room.

The elven ruler ushered them both back to the party, watching to make sure neither of them slipped on the stairs. Fwhip allowed himself to be dragged over to a different table than his original one, taking the glass of water he was handed. Jimmy sat next to him, almost leaning against his shoulder. At some point the Codfather's head was placed on the table alongside their cups.

The rest of the party was a blur to Fwhip after that point, becoming a blur of moving shapes and the occasional hushed word whispered to Jimmy. At one point Scott, recognizing quite a few of his guests couldn't be sent home in this state, brought them back upstairs and allowed them to share a guest room.

Fwhip didn’t take long to fall asleep, head resting against a plush pillow and his body sinking into the warmth of the bedsheets. There was a strong warmth next to him, and he was vaguely aware of Jimmy curled up next to him. Unaware if Scott had dumped them in the same room, or if Jimmy had just found him in his drunken state, Fwhip moved closer. He wrapped an arm around the Codfather sleepily, letting the darkness of unconsciousness claim him.

Fwhip woke up the next morning slowly, pain pounding sharply in his head. He groaned as he sat up, palm pressed to his pounding forehead as he tried to remember the previous night.

The memories came back to him quicker than he expected, and soon the Count was flushing deep red from embarrassment. God what had he been thinking? He felt his neck, blushing further as his hands ran over hours old marks and bruises. He adjusted his jacket collar for a minute, hoping that would hide most of not everything. Fwhip looked to his right, and ignored the pang of disappointment at the Codfather having left him.

He stood slowly, gripping onto the headboard for balance. It took a few seconds for his vision to stop spinning, but Fwhip eventually felt stable enough to move out of the room and descend the stairs once more. He held onto the handrail tighter than he had the night before, swearing under his breath when he almost stumbled.

He reached the bottom and found his way to Scott’s dining room, and saw Sausage sat at the table. The Mythlander looked just as horrible as Fwhip felt, and the Count slumped in a chair next to him. Sausage gave a smile of greeting, sliding him a glass of water the Count hadn’t even noticed was on the table. Fwhip took it gratefully, suddenly aware of how dry his throat was.

“Heard you had a fun night last night.” Sausage muttered after a moment, giggling when the tips of Fwhip’s ears turned red.

“Maybe I did.” He responded cooly, taking another sip of water.

“I can see a hickey on your neck.” Sausage pointed it out with a smirk, almost causing the Count to choke on his drink. He had half the mind to splash the thing in his friend’s stupid face.

“So, Jimmy huh?” Mythland’s king seemed very intent on embarrassing him. Fwhip sighed after a moment's silence, knowing he dodging questions wouldn't get him anywhere. “Yep, Jimmy.” He grumbled, eyes focusing on the wall.

“I wasn’t expecting that, but he’s a good guy! You could do a lot worse!” Sausage patted him on the back gently, still smiling at him. Fwhip just held back another sigh.

“I wasn’t expecting it either,” He muttered, almost inaudibly, and his friend fell into a curious silence beside him. Before Sausage could think of another sly remark the dining hall’s door opened again, and Scott walked in. Thankfully, or maybe unfortunately, Jimmy wasn’t with him.

“Morning!” The elf called cheerily, taking a seat across from them.

Fwhip nodded in acknowledgement as he took another sip of his water, not feeling very social in the moment. He heard Sausage thank Scott for letting them stay, and had tuned out by the time the elf insisted it wasn’t a problem. The Count had a lot of things on his mind, a lot of feelings tangled up inside him, and he didn’t like how messy it was. He wasn’t supposed to feel like that about Jimmy, they were supposed to hate each other. He shouldn’t want to kiss him again, he shouldn’t have kissed him, that wasn’t how their dynamic was supposed to work. They were enemies, they always had been, and last night was confusing all of that in the Count’s head. Fwhip wasn’t even sure if the Codfather felt the same, or if he’d just been too drunk to even think properly.

He was snapped out of his thoughts not long after Sausage left, by Scott gently tapping on his shoulder. Fwhip looked over, surprised to see the gentle look spreading across Scott’s features. “Jimmy’s still here, in the garden. If you want to see him, but you don’t have to.” The elf muttered, and Fwhip’s internal turmoil had either been very obvious or Scott had just come to a logical conclusion about the situation.

“Thanks…” He muttered, looking at the now empty glass in his hands. Scott threw an arm around his shoulder, giving him a comforting yet slightly awkward side hug. Fwhip leaned into the sensation a little more than he would care to admit, and tried to not feel too disappointed when the elf eventually left to go about his usual morning.

It took a few minutes of gathering his courage, but the Count eventually stood from his chair and made his way to the garden. He walked slowly at first, stalling further, but then he packed up the pace, worried that the Codfather might leave before he got there. When Fwhip did eventually arrive at Scott’s small garden he found Jimmy rather quickly, basically as soon as he walked in. The cod was facing away from him, back leaning against a wall. His usual mask was back on, and Fwhip distantly longed to see his pretty face again. He took a deep breath, and started to walk forward slowly. Jimmy turned his head, whatever expression he wore upon seeing the Count being hidden behind the fish head. Fwhip really hoped it was a good one.

“Hi,” Fwhip said softly.

“Hi,” Jimmy responded, a smile in his voice. “Should probably take this off for this, huh?” He muttered, removing the Codfather’s head. Fwhip just nodded, trying not to flush too hard. He moved to stand in front of the other, shoving his hands in his coat pockets awkwardly. Jimmy held the mask in his hands, and an awkward silence fell between them.

“So,” Jimmy muttered after a moment. “About last night-”

Fwhip cut him off quickly. “Sorry about that,” He averted his eyes to the grass and flowers below. “I shouldn’t have-”

“What? No!” Jimmy interrupted him this time, his tone puzzled. He reached out a hand to gently turn Fwhip’s chin upwards, forcing the other to move his gaze to the blonde’s face again. Startled and bewildered, the Count found once again himself trying not to turn red at the contact. “You didn’t do anything wrong, I was the one who started flirting. I wanted to do all that. If anything I should be apologizing!” Jimmy explained it softly, his eyes gentle and kind.

“Oh,” Was Fwhip’s elegant reply. “You don’t need to apologize either, you didn’t force me into anything.” He muttered, unconsciously leaning into the touch.

“Thank Cod,” Jimmy breathed a sigh of relief. “I don't really remember it that well,” He admitted it with a sheepish giggle, and seemed to realize he was holding Fwhip’s face. The cod moved his hand away, and Fwhip laughed along with him; only a small bit disappointed at the loss of contact.

“How much of a lightweight are you?” Fwhip teased lightly, unconsciously shifting closer.

“Pretty light, but not Joel level light.” Jimmy huffed, a fond smile crossing his features.

They stood there for a moment, exchanging small laughs and fond glances before they realized how close together they’d drifted. It was as if there was some sort of magnetic force drawing them towards each other. The moment was soft, domestic even, and Fwhip blushed fully when their noses almost bumped.

Jimmy leaned in, seeming hesitant, before kissing him sweetly. Fwhip was caught off guard a little, but quickly moved a hand to cup the cod's face and kiss him back just as sweet. The kiss was chaste, and Jimmy moved away with a soft smile and a very fond look on his face. Fwhip smiled back at him, surprised at how the cod leaned into his touch and purred . Yep, that was absolutely adorable, so adorable that he was going to explode .

“So…that was more than just a failed drunken hookup?” He asked, thumbing Jimmy’s cheek without thinking about the action.

“Yeah, yeah it was.” The blonde muttered, and leaned again as if to add further confirmation. Fwhip giggled, squeezing his eyes shut as kisses were peppered across his face. The internal storm from earlier seemed to subside just a little, leaving him with only a few personal knots to untangle later

"Would you wanna….try that again sometime?" Fwhip asked with a bit of hesitation, watching as Jimmy moved away to put his mask back on and letting go of his face reluctantly. Before the head hid his face again, the Count saw the fainest blush spreading across the other’s face at the suggestion.

“Yeah, just not too soon.” Jimmy agreed, and somehow Fwhip could tell he was smiling, even without seeing his expression.

They two started the walk out of Scott’s home in silence, making small conversation along the way. If they walked slowly due to hangovers and to maybe spend a few more precious seconds together, well that was between them and the walls of the elven king’s palace. At one point Jimmy slipped his own scaly hand into Fwhip’s, and the Count couldn’t help but smile gently at the action. He laced their fingers together, warmly bubbling up in his chest. Maybe they’d made everything more confusing than it had been before that night, but moments like these were starting to make Fwhip feel like everything would be okay.

Jimmy sent Scott a goodbye message, informing the elf that Fwhip was with him as they reached the entrance. After that the two left by exchanging sweet goodbyes, a chaste kiss, and promises to meet again soon.

[inverted-flowers]

Ok ok so! I just did a tarot spread for Joel for secret life! I posted before about this but I didn't wanna reblog it again so... I'm gonna do some of the others too but I got excited and needed to post this.

I made a 5 card spread for this which just means I drew 5 cards and put them in a line. If you don't know anything about this stuff don't worry you don't need to. If you do and are curious about the spread I made for this go see my last post. I don't wanna repeat it and make this post even longer lmao.

First Card - The Start

I drew the Knight Of Wands in reverse. In the start of the season, Joel could be making plans that aren't very well thought out. He might make some hasty descions... Or already has since we're kinda coming out of the beginning. Maybe this could point to his joining of the Mounders. Maybe this is because of his raw bacon tower thing I can't spell- he mentioned disliking it at some point towards the end of his second ep.

Second Card - Individual

This card is supposed to represent how Joel will do on an individual kind of level. How he plays it. The card I drew for this was the Knight Of Swords. Throughout the season he might move forward too fast and, as a result, not be able to see the consequences. He could do some things (take "shortcuts" as my deck's manual put it) that keep him from seeing the problems that mount up.

Third Card - Social

This card is supposed to tell us how things are gonna go in the social aspect for Joel. The card I drew was Strength in reverse. He might have some misdirected strength and/or lash out at those he doesn't need to. He might also end up depending too much on others due to self doubt. THIS is interesting huh? There's a lot of things that come to mind for how this could display. He could end up betraying the mounders for a start. I can see that happening very easily. Something else here could be some sort of deal he makes with someone going sour.

Fourth Card - Big Impact

This card is meant to describe what ends up being the most impactful thing for Joel. It could be what makes or breaks his game or just what makes the most dramatic turn. I drew the Eight Of Wands in reverse. This was kinda difficult for me to interpret just because it's so straightforward. It's just saying he's gonna take on too much at once.

Fifth Card - End

How's it end? Does he win? Is Jimmy right? If only Tarot was so simple as a blatant yes or no... Alas we must interpret them instead. (/overdramatic). Well the card I drew was the Page Of Pentacles in reverse... This card is saying he might get lost in the details and miss the whole purpose of whats going on. It actually kinda ties back into our 4th card! There's also a lack of progress that occurs.

So overview? Yeah it's not looking like he's gonna win. If the cards are correct, Joel's got a season full of poor planning and rushing into too many things. If you want my guess on what it means in terms of events... I think he'll probably die from failing his tasks. He'll fall out with the other mounders if not completely betray them or switch sides. Perhaps he does something without realizing they're gonna be upset with him for it. Maybe he betrays them on a whim or over something super small. Or I'm wrong and the cards mean it in some other way. Or the cards themselves are wrong and he has a great time and wins the whole thing. Who knows! I'm even more excited to find out now though :D

[carry-on-my-wayward-gays]

hehe writing challenge :]

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Jimmy doesn't know what to do at this point. He's tried everything he can, and no one- no one would give him respect. It wasn't even respect as a sheriff he was after at this point. He just wanted respect as a person, as a friend. He... wasn't sure he could call them that anymore..

Honestly, he wasn't sure he really had a friend in this world now. Except maybe Joel. He can't even be sure about that at this point.

Well, no better confirmation than the man himself.

"Joel?"

"Yeah, Jim?"

"Are we friends?"

The question is odd, and catches Joel off guard, but he sets his shulker box down and nods. "Yeah? Of course we're friends, Jimmy, what... why do you ask?"

Jimmy hesitates, shaking his head as he sits himself on a spare shulker.

"It's.... It's nothin'..." He mutters, hands clasped in front of him as he stares down at the quartz floor of Stratos.

"No, no-" Joel shakes his head and sets things down, moving to sit down by Jimmy. "Go ahead... you can talk to me, you know that."

Jimmy doesn't say anything for a moment or so. He fidgets with his hands as he mulls over his words.

Eventually, he sighs, and looks at Joel finally. ".. it don't really feel like I got any friends here.... Anymore, anyway." He mutters. "I mean... everyone's just.. they treat me like I'm some kinda toy, an'-... it was a joke at first, sure... but now? Feels like I ain't even a person to them.."

Joel's eyebrows scrunch together at that, concerned for his friend and worried for his declining mental state. It was obvious to anyone who looked further than a few moments. "I see.."

"Ever since I got this sheriff hat,, my life's been dragged t'hell... Jus' when I thought I'd escaped it." Jimmy sighs again and grips his hair. This hat and badge had given him nothing but strife.

"Joel."

"Yeah, Jim?"

"... call a meetin' to Spawn. I want everyone there."

The meeting is called later, everyone save False gathered by their respective chairs and idly chatting about what Joel could possibly want them here for. Until Joel takes his seat, and the only seat remaining empty was for the sheriff.

"Y'er probably all wonderin' what I had Joel gather y'all here for." Jimmy clears his throat. The group save for Joel stare at him questioningly. Joel seems to already know his plan.

"Yeah, we're curious." Oli speaks up first, ever the gregarious soul. "Speak, toy man! Or- wait- do we have to pull on the string first?" He jokes. Joel cringes while the group laughs.

Jimmy, though... doesn't react. He doesn't snap, he doesn't glare, he doesn't move. The laughter fades, more uncomfortable as it tapers off.

Jimmy clears his throat. "Can I talk now?" His voice is cold, emotionless. Something they'd never heard before. It made Lizzie's fur stand on end, and Fwhip's tail slightly rigid.

At their silence, Jimmy continues.

"Since arrivin' to these here lands, an' findin' this here sheriff hat, all y'all have given me nothin' but trouble." He starts, his voice still as void of emotion as before. It was... slightly unsettling, to say the least. Terrifying to say the most.

"An' now that I've had this hat for this long... shit's gotten worse." Finally, emotion. Though it's not one they were expecting.

Jimmy laughs.

"So I figure.. it ain't really worth it anymore."

He's still laughing. It's quiet, vaguely amused. Almost sinister, if you accompany it with the look in his eyes. He removes the hat and sets it on the ground. Then, he rips the sheriff badge from his vest, and drops it right beside the hat.

Then he takes a step back.

"It really ain't worth it."

He reaches into his inventory and produces a flint and steel. He strikes it, and tosses it onto the hat.

A variety of gasps emanate from the crowd, but Jimmy silences them with a glare before any of them can do anything.

"There. Now I ain't shit. I ain't no sheriff. I'm jus' plain ol' Jimmy. I didn' like him much neither." He shakes his head. "He was a whiny, pathetic toy."

The words sound harsher now. He sees a few of them all flinch. Good.

"An' he really wasn' worth anythin', y'know?" His voice is back to being emotionless. Not quite defeated, but somewhere close.

"Y'all were right. You'd all be better off without 'em."

Before anyone can protest, Jimmy leaves, but not without giving them a cold glare.

The sheriff was dead.

Jimmy made damn sure of that.

AH JEEBUS *CRYING* THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!!!! SQUEEZING YOU LIKE A WET RAG SHAKING YOU /POS

In my humble opinion I think it's better than what I came up with, but I also did speedrun writing mine so it's not up to my particular code. Hope you like it regardless :D I enjoyed yours very much! 10/10 as always bestie :3

[prismadog]

so...I've been thinking about working on a couple more aus/fics.

I know what y'all're gonna say - "dude, you don't even have regular updates on the two fics you're currently writing - why would you want to write more fics? you won't update those regularly either"

I know, and I'm sorry for that. it's just...my thoughts are that if I keep all my focus on those and crank out chapters like there's no tomorrow, then I'm going to burn out sooner or later. this happens all the time when I start working on something and I'm trying to take things slow so it doesn't happen for these fics.

but also, I'm getting bored in between working on the Found Family au fic and the Jimnoth au fic so I'm thinking...maybe if I have another fic to work on, then I can cure a little bit of that boredom without burning out. ya know?

so...

Potential Fics

Corrupted Jimmy: after the raid on the Cod Empire, Jimmy loses everyone, all his people, and in his moment of despair, Xornoth is there promising retribution for the wrongs committed against him. he accepts a deal and falls from grace and disappears, corruption spreads and alters to the point where even the water isn't safe. some canon things like ice powers and axolotl-Lizzie still happen. Jimmy is the one to kill the dragon and free Xornoth. Cod are infected with corruption and salmon are killed.

Among Us - Empires crossover: the cast of Empires in an Among Us setting [ie, SPACE and on a spaceship, some liberties will be taken]. siblings Lizzie and Jimmy are Imposters, sent by their people on missions to wipe out crews. their next mission in to infiltrate Captain Pixlriff's ship and take his Crew down as they've done to others. but they quickly find that this crew isn't the same as the others - they're all a little bit weird and somewhat chaotic. Lizzie finds love in a weird little man named Joel and Jimmy finds the friends he's always wanted [and maybe some love too in a certain teal-haired man]. Joey is Joey, ie big simp for an Imposter. Xornoth is here as well, though human and named Conner [he tries to get everyone to call him "Xornoth" tho and they play along].

Watcher Grian: Hermitcraft season 6. the Watchers sent Grian to a random server when their base was attacked by other Watchers - they had taken a Player from the Universe and would face punishment for said action. Grian has no memory of life before the Watchers so as far as he knows, he's a Watcher and the only family he's ever known [the two Watchers who took him from Evo] has been killed. he finds himself alone on the server, just barely managing to survive, until one day a Player [Xisuma] enters the world. more Players [the other Hermits] follow and Grian doesn't know what to do, at first. he decides to just Watch them for now but his Watching only fuels his curiosity and soon, he starts studying them and watching them build. Watcher Grian is a curious guy and a perfectionist so if he sees a mistake, he fixes it, but he only does so when nobody is around - the hermits actually know he's there but keep their distance for fear of scaring him off, plus, he leaves little rhymes on signs for them.

Sleep-Deprived Sausage/Jausage/Jausmajor: takes place after Sausage returns from the spirit realm and he's trying to make amends with those he hurt - this is a more difficult task than what c!Sausage went through [I like canon but I think Sausage was forgiven just a little too quickly by some folks]. Sausage suffers from nightmares and gets little sleep. eventually, he decides that to combat the nightmares, he just won't sleep at all - hence the "sleep-deprived" part. this causes all sorts of problems like hallucinations, weakened immune system, loss of time, etc and it affects him greatly. he and Jimmy are working together for the first time in ever and he's unwell, he collapses and Jimmy is there to help him. Jimmy calls in Scott and together they take care of Sausage, though it's very reluctant on Scott's part because of the kidnapping, but he helps because Jimmy asked him to.

Dragon-Mom Grian: pretty much regular Hermitcraft 8 where Grian makes the game of Tegg. the game starts out fine but as time goes on, Grian starts to become anxious whenever the egg is in someone else's hands. he finds himself doing bird things like making nests and his wings change color to resemble the void [something he hates because it reminds him of the Watchers - unlike in WatcherGrian, he hates the Watchers here]. Grian also seems to become more suspicious of non-Boatem people when they wander into Boatem, and he becomes a little more protective over Boatem/its inhabitants. these changes continue even after the game is won and Grian gets the egg back. the Boatem members eventually realize that Grian is basically following dragon/bird/mom instincts.

if you wouldn't mind, maybe helping me out on deciding which one(s?) to work on alongside Found Family and Jimnoth?

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

Heyo, reporting back to request a continuation of a continuation of a continuation, if you wouldn't mind! Aka, please more 3rd Life Villainpulse angst, I'm so invested (and very curious as to whether his latest murder attempt was an actual success, or if he really should have stuck around to verify the death...)

i genuinely rly love this! i’ve got such plans for it now that i think i’ll make it into an actual proper fic.

i’ve also now posted it on AO3, titled Stand For Nothing! link here

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Impulse is getting concerned. It’s been over five minutes and no death message in chat. It should’ve happened by now. He had been worried about being found near the scene of a death — it’d already been about five minutes since the meeting and someone would’ve gone to find Skizz, so his items would almost certainly be found — but now he’s starting to think he should have stuck around anyway and made sure the job was finished.

He had been intending to stay here at his villager trading centre until the death notification came up and then he would run back to Dogwarts and play the distressed best friend.

But no death message. So his plan has to change.

When he makes it back to Dogwarts, he finds Ren standing outside the Renchanting building, his face pale. When he spots Impulse, he quickly beckons him. “Impulse! For the love of god, where’ve you been?!”

Impulse blinks. With no death message in chat, what can Ren be so worked up about? “W-What? What’s happened…?”

“Skizzle’s been attacked! We heard an explosion outside our walls and when we went to check, we found him out there, passed out. He’s in a critical condition but Martyn’s with him now and hopefully he’ll recover.”

Impulse can only stare at Ren with an open mouth and a pit in his stomach. Somehow, in all the possible outcomes he pictured for this scenario, he never imagined Dogwarts would actually find Skizz alive. After three perfect murders, it seems he got careless.

“O-Oh my god,” he manages to choke out. “C-Can I see him?”

“Not yet, but Martyn will tell us when we can.”

Ren takes him down into the living area under Renchanting. There, Etho is pacing back and forth in front of a closed door, clearly deep in thought, but he glances up as Ren comes in. “Ren, you found him.”

Ren nods, even though it wasn’t really a question. “Any word?”

“Not yet. Martyn has three healing potions in there with him though, so I’d say Skizz’s chances are really good.”

Impulse has to strain to keep his expression steady at that. “G-Good. That’s good.”

Something changes almost imperceptibly in Etho’s expression, but Ren, clearly not noticing, rubs Impulse’s back reassuringly. “He’ll be okay, Impulse. Don’t worry.”

All Impulse can do is nod, not trusting himself to speak.

Finally, after what feels like hours, the door opens and Martyn appears, his body blocking the view inside the room. “He’s awake,” he reports, a very serious look on his face. “Ren.”

Ren quickly ducks into the room, but when Impulse starts to follow, Martyn blocks him. “Not you,” he says coldly. “Etho, stay with him, please.”

Impulse’s heart freezes. There’s only one reason Martyn would stop him from seeing his injured best friend.

Skizz has told him everything.

He takes a step back and bumps into something behind him, causing him to jump.

“What’s going on, Impulse?” asks Etho casually, an only-just-discernible undertone of danger in his voice. “You seem a little tense.”

“My best friend almost died,” Impulse replies coldly, but even he can tell his words are unconvincing.

“Indeed. I wonder how that happened?”

“I don’t like what you’re implying, Etho. Why would you have any reason to suspect me?”

Etho just folds his arms and says nothing, infuriating Impulse. “You said I was the only person on this server you really trust!”

“That was before I joined these guys. I’ve had a weird feeling in my stomach about you for a while, Impulse. Something hasn’t felt right since this whole thing started, but I assumed it was just me trying to apply rationality to this irrational world. But one thing never changes, Impulse. No matter how much you try to change it.”

Impulse falls silent, scowling at the ground. He’s already given away too much in his tone and expression.

He glances sideways at Etho, who has his eyes fixed on the door Ren and Martyn went through. Realisation dawns on him: Etho isn’t expecting him to put up a fight. Etho thinks he has nowhere to go.

Now is the time, then. He can’t afford to wait any longer; when Ren and Martyn come back out here, it’s over. Impulse knows he can’t take on three people at once. This is his last chance to escape alive.

So when Etho shifts position a few seconds later, Impulse strikes. Before he can react, Impulse sweeps Etho’s legs out from under him and shoves him into the wall as he’s falling. Without waiting around to see the result of his attack, Impulse takes off running.

He makes it out of Renchanting and is just about to run down the hill towards the crastle when an arrow whizzes by him, nicking the sleeve of his t-shirt and causing him to lose his balance. Suppressing a scream, Impulse topples down the hill and lands in the shallow river at the bottom. He tries to continue onward but has to stop as he puts weight on his left foot and realises he must have twisted his ankle during his fall.

Gritting his teeth through the throbbing pain, he looks up in time to be able to dodge another arrow fired at him by the figure on top of Dogwarts’s wall.

He has to keep going.

Every step on his left foot is agony but he pushes himself on, half-galloping down the hill on the other side, the crastle in his sights.

“Bdubs!” he shrieks as he draws near, his heart racing. The Red Army is likely right behind him. “BDUBS!”

The person he’s calling rushes out of the castle over the drawbridge just in time to catch Impulse as he finally loses his balance and pitches forward.

“Impulse! You’re soaking wet!? What the-?!”

“Th- They’re coming for me,” he croaks. His eyes flicker up and he spots two faces in the windows on the second floor. It’s time for the performance of his life. “Dogwarts turned on me! They think I killed Tango and Cleo a-a-and made you kill Joel!”

“What?!” gasps Bdubs. “That’s ridiculous! Why would they think that?!”

“I-I don’t know but th- They’re gonna kill me, Bdubs…!”

“Not on my watch!”

Bdubs quickly ushers Impulse inside the crastle and into the waiting arms of Jimmy. Together, the two guide Impulse upstairs and lay him down in the bed Grian has placed in a position safely away from the slit windows.

“What happened, Impulse?” Bdubs asks softly. “How did they turn on you?”

Impulse takes a shaky breath. “Something happened to Skizz. He… He got attacked. Then he told everyone it was me and that I’d killed Tango and Cleo and manipulated you into killing Joel.”

“First of all, that’s utterly ridiculous,” Bdubs snaps. “I killed Joel because he was about to kill you. And second, why on earth would you want to kill Tango or Cleo?”

“I-I think you might’ve been right, Bdubs. I th-think Etho was responsible for Cleo’s death. And now he’s got Dogwarts trying to make me a scapegoat.”

Bdubs’s gaze darkens. “Despicable little-.”

“BDOUBLEO!”

“Stay there,” says Bdubs.

He strides to the window, flanked by Grian and Scott, armed with his crossbow. “What do you want, Ren?”

Down on the ground, having left Skizz in the care of BigB, stand Ren, Martyn, and Etho, staring up at the castle. The latter two hold bows, while Ren is armed with a sword and shield.

“We know Impulse is hiding out in there,” Ren announces, with the regal but dangerous air of a king. “Hand him over to us, Bdubs.”

“No way in hell,” Bdubs snaps back. “He told me everything!”

“We can guarantee you he did not,” responds Martyn steadily. “Not the truth, anyway. He’s using you, Bdubs.”

“YOU’re the ones using HIM! As a scapegoat!”

“Impulse isn’t the angel you think he is, Bdubs,” Etho says darkly. “You’re protecting the person who killed Cleo.”

“No, YOU killed Cleo,” snarls Bdubs. “And I bet you killed Tango too and tried to blame it on me! You’re just trying to frame anyone you can so you can get away with it!”

Despite the pain and stress he’s experiencing, Impulse can’t help feeling proud of himself. The seeds of doubt and suspicion he’s sown between Bdubs and Etho are paying off now.

“Bdubs.” Ren’s voice drops slightly as emotion creeps into his tone. “He attacked his best friend and left him to die. If we hadn’t found him in time, Skizz would have succumbed to his injuries alone and terrified in the middle of nowhere, murdered by his own best friend.”

“What exactly is Impulse’s motive supposed to be, here?” Scott asks suddenly. “You say he killed Tango and Cleo, orchestrated Joel’s death, and tried to murder Skizzle. Why exactly would he want to do that?”

“Skizz claims Impulse said it was because Tango “knew too much” about something,” Martyn says. “Some kind of secret that Impulse is keeping. And that Cleo’s and Joel’s deaths were “necessary to push the war forward”. That’s his motive, Scott. Impulse wants war, and he doesn’t care who he hurts to get it.”

“We ARE talking about the same Impulse, right?” demands Bdubs. “Our Impulse? The sweetheart who wouldn’t hurt a fly? Are we sure Skizz didn’t just misremember? He's a little unreliable like that. Maybe he said it was someone else who-.”

“Don’t you dare!” Martyn bursts out suddenly, his voice filled with the most venom anyone had ever heard it. “Don’t you DARE say that! You weren’t there, Bdubs! You didn’t have to fix his broken ribs and his fractured neck and his shattered arm! You weren’t there when he finally woke up after several minutes of crying out and panicked breathing like he was having a nightmare! You didn’t hear the way he cried, how terrified he was when he told me what happened, the raw agony in his voice! That’s not the demeanor of someone who MISREMEMBERED! Skizz has gone through hell today and it’s all Impulse’s fault! So I’m not leaving here without his head, in one form or another!”

“YEAH!” Ren yells in agreement, hitting his sword against his shield. “No more arguments. No more wasting time. If you don’t give us Impulse right NOW, we will declare war on you and take him by force.”

Inside the crastle, Impulse’s heart skips a beat. This is it: the moment of truth. Either everything he’s been working towards will finally come to fruition… or Bdubs will hand him over and he will die.

Bdubs straightens up, a steely look of determination appearing in his eyes.

“Then consider us at war.”

[blicketdabest33]

FINAL CABIN PLACEMENTS I DON'T WANT TO EDIT IT AFTER THIS

So many of y'all had so many good ideas (and since a lot of these i came up with without any real reasoning) here's my updated version that i think fits A LOT better

#1 Zeus Cabin: Jimmy, Joel Jimmy: He's a Zeus kid, but everyone somehow forgets about it. Joel: He's competitive and strong. Also, because Jimmy is his half brother through godly parent, i get to make a fun bit about him dating Lizzie. And one of his origins in Afterlife SMP was a thunderborn

#2 Hera Cabin: Scott, Impulse, Ren Scott: Scott's whole thing is loyalty. Hera is the goddess of marriage and is insanely loyal to Zeus. However, I feel like Hera should get at least one affair. So now Scott can use peacocks as weapons. Impulse: According to @dawnfire7 Impulse is known for loyalty, which i did not know. He's also known to hold grudges. Perfect Hera kid. Ren: He's apparently known for loyalty (and i didn't really like his Nike placement anyway)

#3 Poseidon Cabin: XB XB: Something about water temple guardians

#4 Demeter Cabin: Sausage, Shelby, Bdubs, Stress Sausage: This man built Sanctuary in a jungle and has flowers in his hair. He sells wood. There is no other place to put him. Shelby: Mushroom gnome, spooky mangrove witch, powerful storm witch, i need not continue. Bdubs: Moss man. Stress: SHE HAS FLOWERS

#5 Ares Cabin: Martyn, False Martyn: His planet is Mars, which is the roman version of Ares. He ended Limited Life in such a violent way, i can't help it. He was also red for the majority of Secret Life. False: I just feel like False should get to kill people more often.

#6 Athena Cabin: Grian, Pix, Owen, Xisuma Grian: This sums it up pretty well

Pix: Smart man. Archeologist and definitely a nerd. I wanna see him skipping out on training just so he can read history books. Owen: He likes to explore and discover new things in Pirates. In Rats, he's a tinkerer. In New Life, he's an explorer who wants to study hybrids. In Empires, he's a Llama who's curious about how humans work. Just a very curious character overall. Xisuma: Admin. I'm not elaborating.

#7 Apollo Cabin: Oli, Lyarrah Oli: MUSIC. MAN. Lyarrah: She writes the captions for the hermitcraft recap.

#8 Artemis Cabin: Pearl, Gem Pearl: Y'know, Artemis could've just like... had a kid, even though she took that oath. It wouldn't even have to be with a guy. Gods can change to whatever gender they want. Anyway, Pearl gets to be an Artemis kid because her symbolism is moon, she loves dogs, and will commit murder and hunt at night. Gem: Someone really wanted these girls to be sisters, and I think Gem and pearl should get to hunt at night and be fierce together. Oh, and she's got the whole deer aesthetic.

#9 Hephaestus Cabin: Doc, Mumbo, Tango, Zedaph, Fwhip, Iskall Doc: Redstone Mumbo: Redstone Tango: Redstone Zedaph: Redstone Fwhip: Redstone AND has a red scarf (don't ask me how that's relevant) Iskall: Redstone

#10 Aphrodite Cabin: Keralis, Skizz, Bigb Keralis: Okay, I don't know why, but Keralis gives me the vibes of a very charming person. His voice is nice to listen to, so imagine how useful it'd be if I gave him charm speak. Skizz: Person in the tags said he was really charming and you can't help but love him. I agree. He's here now. Bigb: Smooth talker. Someone (i think it was Scott) said in one of their videos "It's hard to kill him while he's talking". Charmspeak. Ma man, go do chaos.

#11 Hermes Cabin: Scar, Etho, Joe Scar: Trader Scar, scammer extraordinar. Etho: All i must say is Shady-E's. I get "jack-of-all-trades, master of none, often better than master of one" vibes from him. He's funny, he's mischievous, it just works. Joe: Comedy man. Excellent delivery. And, yet again, i look at this man and go "That right there is a multi-talented man with a habit for mischief."

#12 Dionysus Cabin: Joey, Beef, Cub Joey: *points at his season one empires theme* i need not say more Beef: Idk, food. I don't really have a reason. I don't know too much about Beef. Cub: Someone said Cub was really laid back, i liked this idea, he's here now. C'mon, go make ur empire.

#13 Hades Cabin: Zloy Zloy: Zombie man. He writes the Hermitcraft recaps in the dark at 2am with nothing but pure spite.

#14 Iris Cabin: Katherine Katherine: SHE. HAS. COLORS. and also I couldn't put her in Demeter cabin because Shelby is already there and i am NOT excluding Nature Wives from this au

#15 Hypnos Cabin: Wels Wels: @dingdinghq said something about sleeping during S6 and i completely agree

#16 Nemesis Cabin:

#17 Nike Cabin:

#18 Hebe Cabin: 

#19 Tyche Cabin: TFC TFC: Man goes mining and gets really lucky. That's it.

#20 Hecate Cabin: Lizzie, Cleo, Jevin Lizzie: Witchy vibes. Also, Arson. Cleo: Arson. She uses her magic for Arson. Jevin: He's a magic slime. Also, Arson. All Hecate kids love Arson.