#but i wanted to get through it because! fwhip returns next time! :D
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The number of days Scott didn't want to get out of bed grew more frequent in the weeks following his visit to the flower cave. But it wasn't because his limbs felt far too heavy, or because his thoughts felt about as easy to hold on to as dead leaves on a windy day. Instead, it was because absolutely nothing held a bigger draw than the way Jimmy heaved a little sigh, slowly blinked his eyes open, and smiled sleepily when he saw Scott watching him.
If Scott got out of bed, he would have to interrupt the lazy way Jimmy kissed him or the gentle way Jimmy's hand ran up his arm or the eager way Jimmy nosed into Scott's neck and pressed closer until Scott held him. Once his canary decided he was hungrier for actual food than for cuddles Scott happily got out of bed, but until then, he wasn't going anywhere.
Loving and being loved by Jimmy made Scott ridiculously happy. Giddy, even. So that made it all the more bitter when he woke up to Jimmy's gentle smile and couldn't muster one of his own in return.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled into Jimmy's chest on one of those mornings when a sadness whose source he couldn't name settled into his bones.
"What for?" asked Jimmy, his fingers soothing in Scott's hair and his hand gentle on Scott's back.
Scott sighed. "I dunno, for being this weak and pathetic thing you have to babysit?" Shame and frustration burned in his throat. "For being a grown man who can't keep himself together just because he had to face the consequences of his own actions? Gods, I'm a mess."
"Hey now. Don't even start with all that nonsense." Jimmy rubbed Scott's back and peppered kisses along his hair. "You're strong, petal, you really are."
The unexpected pet name was enough to make Scott's thoughts pause, and he lifted his head to look at Jimmy questioningly. "...Petal?"
Jimmy looked embarrassed, and Scott knew if he hadn't had his arms full of dispirited elf then Jimmy would be running fingers through his own hair or rubbing the back of his neck. "I was thinking the other day about how bright and pretty you are, like a flower. And how, um, how soft your lips are. Like flower petals. And I dunno, it just sort of seemed to fit, you know? I can call you something else if you don't like it, or just by your name if you prefer, I know some people don't like - "
He was starting to ramble, and Scott cut him off with a kiss. "It's okay. I like it," he said softly. Jimmy smiled brightly, and while it didn't make Scott's heart soar as high as it usually did, it was enough to make the darkness that dogged him a little easier to bear.
Scott tucked his face against Jimmy's chest again, and they lay there in silence for a few more hours. He got the sense that there was something on Jimmy's mind, but lethargy had settled in again and asking questions felt beyond his capabilities. He had his suspicions. More than once in the last couple of weeks he had found Jimmy staring forlornly at Fwhip's bedroom door. It was four months and counting into Fwhip's absence, and the canary was no doubt missing his king.
"Would it help if you left?"
Jimmy's question broke Scott out of his doze, and he lifted his head in confusion. "What?"
Jimmy didn't meet his eyes. "Would you be happier if you could leave? If you weren't trapped here?"
There was a downturn to Jimmy's lips that Scott didn't like. He kissed the corner of Jimmy's mouth, then his jaw, then his cheek. "Being with you helps."
"That doesn't answer my question." Jimmy gazed at him, worry and guilt mingling in his eyes. "The worst snows are over, and it will begin melting soon. You have your belongings. You could leave."
Scott stared at him. "Are you...are you saying you want me to leave?" He hadn't considered the possibility that Jimmy might one day grow tired of him. He hadn't considered that one day he might be presented with the opportunity to escape and be filled with dread rather than joy.
"No, of course not!" Jimmy's feathers began to puff up in distress. "If I'm honest, I want you to stay forever. I meant it when I said I loved you." His cheeks went pink at the admission. "But I want you to be happy, too. And if that means leaving, then - "
Scott shook his head. "I can't. Fwhip made it quite clear that he would hunt me down if I left."
"I wouldn't let him," said Jimmy stubbornly.
"You would betray him for me?" asked Scott in disbelief. "Because that's what it would be, Jimmy. Betrayal."
Jimmy looked sick at the very thought. "I love him," he said in a small voice. "He's my king and my partner and I love him so much it hurts sometimes. But watching you suffer hurts too, Scott. You've been unhappy for a long time, and I can't stand it."
Scott considered it. Part of him wanted to take the opportunity while it was there. Part of him wanted to leave and get as far away from Gobland as possible and never enter another cave again.
Most of him, though, wanted to see Jimmy smile again. Most of him wanted to cover Jimmy's face in kisses and hold him close and reassure him that the place Scott wanted to be was right by Jimmy's side, and he did exactly that.
"You aren't entirely off-base," admitted Scott after Jimmy's sad look faded away. "I would prefer to be here of my own free will rather than as a prisoner. But I also know this isn't for too much longer." He cupped Jimmy's cheek in his palm. "You gave me a reason to keep going when I wanted to give up, sunbeam. The situation isn't perfect, but I can't imagine how leaving you could possibly make me any happier."
Jimmy studied him for a moment. "Okay," he said finally, and despite his earlier insistence, he looked relieved. "If you're sure."
"I am," said Scott, then smirked. "Also, kind of flattered that you would consider committing treason for my sake. If I weren't already in love with you, I definitely would have fallen for you today."
Jimmy grimaced. "Please don't tell Fwhip we ever had this conversation," he muttered.
"Of course not." Scott twined his arms around Jimmy's neck. "On one condition. I'm hungry now, and I want dumplings."
"You drive a hard bargain, but I think that can be arranged," said Jimmy with a smile. "Throw in a kiss and you have a deal." Scott smiled and kissed Jimmy, and once again he got out of bed for his songbird's sake.
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#empiresshipping#flower husbands#canary in the gold mine au#file: storm writes things#this feels really rough and it's probably gonna need SO much re-working when i start editing#but i wanted to get through it because! fwhip returns next time! :D#there will be some fhwimmy AND some scwhip happening soon I promise
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Hermitcraft on r/place - Bets Against The Void (3/4/2022) Day 3 Part 1
Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Part 2 Day 4 Part 1 Day 4 Part 2
Writing these take a lot of effort so I'm not writing another disclaimer or intro to r/place lol. Please read the previous two posts linked above. This is DAY THREE of HERMITCRAFT PLACE and it would end tomorrow at 5pm GMT, so the Europeans would be our final line of defence! HOLD TILL THE END!
This might become a part 1 / part 2 thing because so much is changing and this post is getting way too long.
Very quick updates on what to do, please join Discord for live updates:
1. DO NOT EXPAND OR MOVE MAIN HC AREA. We are friendly / neutral with most of our neighbours rn
2. Keep blushies on all hermits. It saves us. Do not blush the non-HC Etho
3. Mumbo's eyes are two black pixels, do not add white
4. Do not change Dimden dev border to black (it's to the left of HC mural)
5. Xisuma's eyes are meant to be purple
6. No Grian moustache
That's about it so far. This might become outdated VERY quickly so it's best to go in Discord if you're really invested. Okay here we go! Quick recap from the night of Day 2 (European timezone):
1. Battle for Mindustry
H3, which was to our left and next to no-longer-sexy SpaceX, decided to invade its neighbours. Lions, Bear Down, SpaceX, and Mindustry (the little grey squares and the large grey mural to the right) were allied against their common enemy. Hermitcraft, truced with SpaceX and Mindustry, decided to help protect. We engaged in warfare by placing grey pixels in H3's chaotic zone of purple and white. Unfortunately, after a tough battle, H3 won and swallowed LIONS and the left bit of Mindustry's mural.
HC Discord was once again torn on what to do with H3, which (to us) appeared to have a lot of immature people and botting going on. Some wanted to appease them. Some wanted to fight the good fight with Mindustry. Some just wanted to ignore them.
2. Brazil - enemies to friends <3
So, with Brazil moving to the East, the Void in the center-right could cause troubles. Brazil was combating the Void pretty well, and could act as a shield for HC. In return, HC also placed pixels when Brazil's right flag was being eroded. The blue bird on the HC logo was made prettier with the extra colours with flowers sprouting (it's actually my favourite bit in this piece so far <3).
HC soon suggested to draw a branch to better connect the bird and the logo. Brazil was initially hesitant but was cool when we showed them our pixel art. After all, peace with Brazil was hard sought.
The Void (presumably) also attacked fellow MCYT mural 2b2t to our northeast, but was quickly put down with HC placing a few pixels. MCYT murals stick together!
The GME line had also became a constant. It was crucial in maintaining peace between Brazil and HC. Also HC was the only community that could stand up to GME and had the line "pass through" instead of going around like for 2b2t :D
3. Friends!
Our left corner DSMP friends appeared to be surviving well despite... whatever that was going on there. A small patch of MCC team icons and MCC coin appeared near the upper right corner, surrounded by similarly sized murals :D The 3rd Life / Last Life community (a lot of them on tumblr) was also reaching out to build a tiny Dogwarts flag nestled between Portugal and the Wall Street Bets guy (note that the guy is blond and the Dogwarts flag is next to the hand - fitting, isn't it?). The area expanded to include a Pizza banner and there was a struggle to hold the Fwhip head. Peace was apparently established and no murals were majorly invaded.
By the time I went to bed, Hermitcraft seemed fairly secure. We were still anxious about the H3 situation but they had no plans to go towards our area.
When I woke up, the void came.
4. Threat of the Void / Streamers
Main Hermitcraft area was intact, but there were slight changes. For one, MCC's HBG sign was replaced by a large W (apparently a truce had been made), HBomb's head was built right above Fruit (something something Blue9 something), H3 had completely established themselves, and more flowers were added to the Brazil-HC bird border. Macedonia had relocated, so SpaceX / Wheatley / Nano could safely exist.
However when one zoomed out, many areas were suffering from or recovering from a major attack.
Star Wars to our left was notably decimated by void (??) following their valiant battle against Amongus yesterday. Madoka Magica was reportedly repairing their murals. The American (?? It's unrecognizable to me) flag below Turkey was also attacked. There was a mild scare of void at Italy (Italy was to our northwest, beyond MCC and H3), but that was quickly taken care of. The area right below 2b2t and above our ally Taiwan was attacked with void and we sent in reinforcements. We coordinated with 2b2t to take care of it. While some HC people were distrusting of 2b2t, it was agreed that we were both MC sever murals and thus we were sort of obliged to help each other out.
Now onto our closest allies. Eastern Brazil was attacked with purple void, and it also became a concern of us. First of all, Brazil and HC were finally peacefully coexisting, and second of all, Brazil would be our shield against the purple void or whatever void from the right. Brazil could NOT fall.
The MCC secondary area at the upper right hand corner also suffered from a nasty attack of purple void, but when I came to, it was mostly repaired, so good job MCC people!
The situation at DSMP's lower left corner remained turbulent as always. We continued to keep a close eye.
Tensions were high when several streamers announced they might launch coordinated attacks. DSMP's blushes ended up being an excellent defensive strategy and they (and us) were spared by a French streamer wrecking havoc in blue corner because they looked too cute and the streamer called us "cutie patooties". Thus, Hermitcraft suddenly became blush positive because it kept us alive.
There was an entire civil conflict over Etho's blushes. r/ethoslab were very against the blushes because they wanted to pay respect to how Etho never changed his skin, but people kept on adding the blushes. Since r/ethoslab owns two Ethos, they were fine with HC Etho having blushes (since it saves us all) because their other Etho is blushless. Either way, the blushes saved us all from the French streamer. Imagine hearing the sentence "We are pro-blush, it saved DSMP from the French" and it makes perfect sense. Wild.
All in all, the main HC area seemed to be in a pretty secure strategic location. Our south and east were guarded by our big allies Argentina/ Love Live and Brazil. Love Live attempted to get their pink logo on Argentina's flag and Argentina was helping them, but bots were erasing their efforts. LL asked for help and HC accepted, however they eventually seemed to give up on the logo. Either way, the ties between LL and HC remained. Brazil was currently besties with HC, aside from the occasional Kermitcrapt trolling, our murals remained fine. Expansions to Brazil were furiously shot down as were suggestions to move the logo to the West. HC could NEVER betray or backstab MCC. It was simply unthinkable.
To our north was MCC, and above that were medium sized murals. Our northeast included Taiwan and 2b2t, whom we were friendly / neutral with (Taiwan started pixel art about their 101 tower and boba tea, it's so cute). Northwest included the now shrunken Mindustry, H3, NASA SpaceX Rocket Lab (now free from sexy griefing), and a little further was the large flag of Italy. To the west was still Wheatley. The area seemed stable. Our old enemy GME line actually proved to be useful when the line provided a border between potential void attacks and our allies. Nether portals were also added to the intersection between the logo and the line which was a nice Minecrafty touch while paying respect to the line. Everything seemed peaceful. Hermitcraft could actually afford to aid our allies from far away!
5. For Our Allies!
Wynncraft had set up above the right edge of India on a white canvas. Their mural was their logo. Allyship was established because of obvious connections. However, Wynncraft was attacked by Finland apparently and maybe other nordic countries. Their logo was being wiped out. In a state of panic, Wynncraft asked for our assistance. HC Discord tried, but alas. The logo was gone, and Wynncraft started relocated. Last time I heard of them, they would try to build at the bottom left of OSU. Good luck!
3rd Life area was under occasional griefing from Portugal, but Portugal had agreed to respect them, so perhaps it were rogues looking to expand. 3rd Life loyally held onto their banners and their Fwhip and Jimmy heads, but the "aha" and spyglass to the right suffered. The WSB guy was also half-vanishing, but hopefully 3rd Life remained a small enough area so it wouldn't pose a threat.
Jojo, in charge of the "To Be Continued" sign at the bottom left (aka DSMP area), reached out to us, and we accepted. Jojo was trying to restore the Windows logo at the very bottom left corner. It would be wise to have more allies to help out our fellow DSMP mural by Technocord. DSMP then suffered from an attack under bots and we rushed to their defence, frantically salvaging their heads. DSMP area was successfully defended once again.
6. Expand VS Defend - The Neverending Civil Conflict
Once we were settled in, of course people wanted to expand again. Somebody wanted to add a r/ to the left of our logo, which was IMMEDIATELY shot down because we would GUARD MCC's chicken. Keralis had already taken over their legs. Hurting MCC would be like hurting ourselves. It was once again an effort to wrangle people into NOT expanding towards our allies. HOLD THE BORDER!
Expansion was heavily discouraged as were major changes (even changing the hair colour of hermits needed coordinating, seen with Cleo's new red hair). Our task was fixing pixels and shouting at people to not do certain things (eg. change X's eyes to white when they should stay purple). Grian's moustache was also a constant battle as it was seen was wasting pixels. We could not afford to use our pixels on silly jokes, not when 3rd Life area still needed maintaining and we had to defend our allies. People suggesting to add EvilX or whatever HC persona was shot down because we had all 26 hermits and we shouldn't be greedy. The narrative from Day 1 continues (you can probably tell which side I'm on even though I try to keep down the bias on these posts).
To prevent Hermitcrapt, the F was changed. The lower line would be one pixel shorter than the upper line, please fix it if it gets reverted!
7. Fear Mongering / Allies or Not?
Someone suddenly sent a message saying another person heard from Thailand’s meeting that Taiwan might plan on invading the Minecraft heads (Thailand was directly above Taiwan). While it was unconfirmed whether those heads were MCC or HC, we still had to defend them. Taiwan had been peacefully co existing with us so far, but we had to keep a careful eye.
MCC’s secondary area (adjacent to Taylor Swift Lover mural) might be invaded by Europeans creating a giant map on the upper right corner. If so, we're fucked.
Representative from Dimden dev (west of SOR axolotl, below SpaceX) came by and was unhappy with our border infringing on theirs. We agreed for a white line between our territories, but HC rogues kept turning it black again. After a while, the white border was established.
Someone also said the 3L area might get targeted by WSB because they wanted to expand. Although Portugal mostly left 3L alone, WSB was a whole another fight we were unwilling to pick. If WSB comes, we're also fucked.
To keep in mind is that a lot of groups are disorganised (void) and HC has it fair share of random people going "XD let's put heads on Brazil while they're sleeping XD" aka. people ruining peace and the sweat and tears of our diplomats. Other groups have their random people too. Unless an invasion was seen on canvas, we would not move.
For now, we wait and prepare to defend. Reminder that this ends tomorrow at 5pm GMT, which translates to 3 hours before MCC time (8pm GMT). o7 to everyone who placed a pixel, and remember to take breaks and step away if it gets too overwhelming!
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I was looking through your older requests and stuff from 3rd life, and I remembered the one with Scott and Jimmy nearly getting sacrificed to Dogwarts and I thought hmmm...demons, red aesthetics, a generally more powerful side?
Basically, I think it would be cool to have a version of that with Sausage and fWhip trying to sacrifice Jimmy.
(And wow, Jimmy really can't get a break with religious tones after EVO, huh?)
THIS. is genuinely one of my favourite things i've ever written, if not THE favourite. i'm so so proud of it :D
cw beating, blood
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Jimmy no longer has the energy to scream or fight. Having been beaten periodically throughout the day, his chest and neck are in too much pain for him to move. Sitting slumped in the tiny cell he’s been put in with his hands tied behind his back, all he can do is keep fighting against the dull pain all over his body threatening to drag him into unconsciousness.
All he can do is keep fighting to stay awake.
Finally, they come for him. Led by fWhip, Sausage pulls Jimmy out of the former’s base and out to the altar that’s been set up in the centre of Sausage’s castle.
Jimmy knows exactly what’s coming. Neither fWhip nor Sausage has made any secret of what they intend to do to him. And after a full day of being kept in a cell, hands tied behind him, beaten every time he tried to escape or fight back, he doesn’t have the strength to try and stop it.
As they push him onto the altar, Jimmy stumbles. As a response, Sausage hits him in the stomach, knocking him to the ground. Seconds from passing out, Jimmy is powerless to stop Sausage from pulling him up onto his knees.
Coughing weakly, Jimmy slowly lifts his head to look at his captors. “Wh-Why are you doing this…?” he croaks. “What did I do…?”
“Sorry Jimmy, but Xornoth demands a sacrifice,” fWhip responds, and Jimmy can almost hear a twinge of genuine remorse in his voice.
Jimmy tries to push himself up in one final desperate attempt to escape but his chest and throat are screaming in pain and he’s unable to stop Sausage from pushing him back down and holding him in place.
“Please…!” he rasps, pulling weakly at the ropes binding his wrists. “Please…”
Neither of them respond as Sausage pushes Jimmy’s head down and fWhip lifts the axe.
Tears fall from Jimmy’s bruised eyes. He wishes he could fight back but he barely has the strength to stay conscious. If he has to die, he’ll die with as much dignity as he can.
“STOP!”
Jimmy again lifts his head, and though he can’t see very well through his blurred vision, he can make out a figure standing on the wall several blocks away.
“Pixl,” Sausage growls.
fWhip’s demeanour completely changes. All his remorse and carefulness disappears as he roughly hauls Jimmy to his feet by the scruff of his neck and holds his sword against his throat, angling Jimmy in front of him like a human shield.
“Don’t come any closer,” he says coldly but calmly.
“Let Jimmy go,” Pixl orders, lifting his trident and aiming it directly at fWhip. “Now.”
fWhip’s grip on Jimmy tightens. “You’re in no position to bargain. One quick movement and we’ll see how much blood the Codfather has inside him.”
Nausea rises in Pixl’s stomach at the grisly mental image. “I’m not saying this again, fWhip: LET. JIMMY. GO.”
“How did you know to come here?” Sausage snaps suddenly. “You live thousands of blocks away!”
“I told him.”
It takes Jimmy’s fuzzy mind a moment to recognise this new voice but when he does, his heart skips a beat.
“Scott?” A hint of surprise is audible in fWhip’s voice. “Why would you do that?”
“Because what you’re doing is barbaric,” replies Scott icily. “Now listen to the Copper King and let Jimmy go.”
“What do we do?” whispers Sausage to his ally.
fWhip narrows his eyes, his analytical mind trying to calculate the odds of him winning this fight.
As he does, he twists the sword in his hand and nicks Jimmy’s neck with the sharp blade, causing him to let out a semi-conscious cry of pain.
That sound triggers something in Pixl and he lets his trident fly. His aim is remarkable and it slams into a tiny piece of fWhip’s armour visible just to the side of Jimmy.
fWhip staggers back, releasing his grip on the Cod Empire ruler, who collapses to the floor like a stone. “Retreat,” he hisses to Sausage. “We won’t win this fight.”
Sausage, clearly needing no further encouragement, takes off into the air with his elytra, followed closely by fWhip.
Immediately, Pixl and Scott both rush to the unconscious Jimmy’s side. Scott pulls out his dagger and cleanly slices through the ropes binding Jimmy’s wrists, while Pixl carefully rolls him into a position on his back.
“Jimmy!” he gently cups his friend’s cheek as he leans close, trying to awaken him. “Jimmy, can you hear me?”
When he gets no reply, a horrifying thought occurs to him and he hurriedly checks Jimmy’s pulse.
“He’s alive,” he says in relief. “But only just.”
“He’s really beaten up,” Scott observes shakily. “How could fWhip and Sausage do this to him…?”
Pixl carefully lifts Jimmy into his arms and straightens up, making sure Jimmy’s head is secure against his chest. When he speaks, his voice is low and barely controlled. “I don’t know. But we need to get his injuries seen to as soon as possible.”
“Take him to his house,” says Scott. “Gem and I have been working on healing magic so I’ll fly over and get some of that to help him.”
“Okay. Good luck.”
“You too.”
As Scott takes off into the air, Pixl rushes back to Jimmy’s house and carefully lays him down on the bed. As he removes Jimmy’s gloves, he spots bulging red burn marks left over from where the ropes dug into his wrists.
This simple sight almost unleashes Pixl’s barely-contained fury. Tears of anger spring to his eyes as he gazes down at the bruised face of his unconscious friend, twisted in pain even in sleep.
He turns his head to look out at the darkness through the window. fWhip and Sausage needed a sacrifice for their stupid demon and they chose the easiest target. It makes Pixl’s blood boil to see them continually pick on Jimmy just because he’s unable to fight back.
A weak cough brings Pixl’s attention back to his injured friend. To his horror, he sees blood pooling at the corner of Jimmy’s mouth, so he leans down and checks his young friend’s breathing.
As he’s doing this, Scott returns, holding a leather pouch in his hands. “How’s he doing?” he asks worriedly.
“He’s not breathing well,” says Pixl quietly. “And he’s coughing up blood. A few more minutes and we may lose him. What have you got?”
“I have a healing crystal,” Scott reports, pulling a magenta crystal out of the pouch in his hands. “It should heal any internal injuries and ease his pain, but external injuries won’t be affected.”
“That’s fine. Do it.”
Scott moves over to Jimmy’s bedside and closes his eyes as he holds the crystal over Jimmy’s body. The crystal glows magenta, and similar-coloured energy starts to flow from it into Jimmy.
Pixl watches this with interest. He’s never had an affinity for nature magic and it intrigues him how crystals can have such magical properties. But soon his interest is outweighed by the relief that the colour has returned to Jimmy’s skin and his chest isn’t heaving so much anymore.
Finally, Scott lowers the crystal, which has stopped glowing, and tucks it back into the bag. “That should help,” he says.
“Good,” murmurs Pixl. “He looks like he’s breathing easier.”
Scott nods, not trusting himself to speak again.
A brief pause follows.
“I want to ask you something,” Pixl says, in a tone that makes it clear he expects no argument. “Why did you call me?”
Scott glances at him in surprise. “What do you mean?”
“You’re on their side. Why would you want to go against them like that?”
After a moment, Scott looks away. “Because a long time ago, Jimmy told me he didn’t want to look me in the eyes as I get sacrificed on an altar; I realised earlier that I didn’t want the reverse.”
Pixl nods slowly. He, like many others, heard about what happened on 3rd Life and even though he isn’t aware of specifics, he can’t help thinking that Scott’s remark is tied into that.
Scott lifts Jimmy’s limp hand and pushes back his sleeve slightly to reveal the burn marks that Pixl noticed earlier. He gives a deep frown as he tenderly traces the mark with his finger. “I don’t understand how they can do something like this to someone they once called their friend,” he murmurs. “No matter how much things have changed, he… They… You just don’t do that to someone.”
Pixl nods again as Scott carefully places Jimmy’s arm back down on the bed. As he turns to leave, he again glances back at Jimmy and hesitates. After a moment, he reaches out and gently brushes the bruise over Jimmy’s eye with the backs of his fingers, unable to hide a deep frown of worry.
“Why do you treat him so coldly all the time?” Pixl asks. “You clearly care for him a great deal and he cares about you. Why do you continue to push him away?”
Scott takes a moment to compose himself and steady his voice before he replies. “I’ve already gone through the pain of losing him once. I can’t do it again. I’m sorry, but I have to go now.”
Pixl almost argues but thinks better of it. “Okay. Thank you, Scott. For calling me and for helping Jimmy.”
“Of course. Goodnight, Pixl.”
“Goodnight.”
After Scott has left, Pixl locks the door behind him and pulls up a chair next to Jimmy’s bed. His friend’s face is a lot less pale than it was, though the bruise over his left eye and the thin cut in his neck are still very much visible.
Feeling a wave of affection and protectiveness, Pixl gently strokes Jimmy’s shoulder and takes a great deal of relief from seeing a small smile appear on Jimmy’s face in his sleep. Every instinct in his body is urging him to fly out there and enact vicious revenge on the people who did this to his friend.
“I’ll make them pay for hurting you,” he vows quietly. “I swear.”
#empires smp#pixlriffs#solidaritygaming#jimmy solidarity#smajor1995#scott smajor#fwhip#mythicalsausage#vaunna’s requests
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MY DEAR WIFE. I DESIRE A SEQUEL TO THE JIMMY EMPIRE FIC. I MADE THIS TUMBLR ACCOUNT TO MAKE MY DEMANDS. NOW GO BE FREE. WRITE YOU FANTASTIC FANFIC WRITER YOU. -BEST SPOUSE, PURP <3
this was a popular request LMAO :D
here’s the first part
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The ringing of her communicator wakes Lizzie up late in the night. Blinking herself awake, she quickly answers it, speaking quietly so as to not awaken her sleeping fiance next to her. “Hello?”
“Lizzie, it’s Pixl,” comes the familiar British voice. “I’m so sorry to wake you.”
“It’s okay,” Lizzie says. “Is something wrong?”
“Something’s happened with Jimmy.”
Lizzie’s heart skips a beat. “Is he okay?”
“I’ll explain everything later but I could really use your help right now. Are you able to come to the Cod Empire?”
Momentarily forgetting that Pixl can’t see her, Lizzie nods. “Of course, I’ll come over right away.”
“Thanks so much, Lizzie,” says Pixl gratefully. “See you soon.”
“See you.”
Lizzie puts down her communicator and gets out of bed. Just as she’s finished changing, her fiance stirs in his bed and murmurs, “What’s going on? Who was that?”
“Pixl,” replies Lizzie softly, secretly glad he’s awake; she wouldn’t have woken him first. “Something’s happened to Jimmy, and Pixl needs me. You okay to come over to the Cod Empire with me?”
Joel sits up in his bed, immediately more awake. “Of course, of course. Let me get dressed.”
The two fly straight over to the Cod Empire and land outside Jimmy’s house. Pixl answers the door on the first knock. “Queen Lizzie, thank you for coming,” he says gratefully. “And King Joel.”
He leads them inside. Lizzie and Joel both gasp simultaneously as they spot Jimmy lying on the bed.
Joel freezes but Lizzie dashes to his side and grasps his hand, staring down in horror at the bruises covering Jimmy’s face. “Oh my goodness! What happened to him?! Is he okay?!”
Pixl joins her on Jimmy’s other side. “He’s recovering,” he responds grimly. “You know the demon Xornoth that’s shown their face around the server lately?”
“Heard of them.”
“fWhip and Sausage seem to be around the epicentre of the whole thing. They captured Jimmy, kept him in a cell for a whole day, beat him several times, then tried to sacrifice him to Xornoth. Scott and I managed to save him but he almost died from his injuries before Scott was able to heal him somewhat with magic.”
Lizzie gazes down at Jimmy with a worried expression, gently touching his face. He stirs slightly under her touch.
After a moment, she speaks again, her tone low and dangerous. “fWhip and Sausage, you said?”
Pixl nods. “Yeah. Scott and I chased them off but I’m a little worried about them returning to finish the job. That’s why I asked you over; I could do with some help protecting him. If that’s okay.”
“Of course it’s okay.” Lizzie retracts her hand and presses her fist into her palm. “Hell, if either of them show their faces around here, I’ll rip them apart with my bare hands.”
Now Joel moves closer to the bed, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Poor Jimmy… I can’t imagine how terrified he must’ve been.”
As Pixl opens his mouth to respond, another knock at the door sounds. The three frown at each other, trying to work out who could possibly be at the door.
After a moment, Pixl heads back over to the door and answers it. His gaze darkens when he sees who’s standing there. “You’re not welcome here.”
Lizzie stiffens as she hears MythicalSausage’s voice: “I just wanted to ask how Jimmy is. And to… apologise.”
“Apologise?!” Lizzie bursts out.
Joel draws Pixl out of the way as Lizzie storms to the door and shoves Sausage backwards. “You TORTURED my friend and you think you can just walk over here and APOLOGISE?!”
Sausage scrambles back as a furious Lizzie bears down on him. “I had nothing to do with hurting him! That was all fWhip!”
“YOU THINK THAT MAKES IT BETTER?!” Lizzie bellows.
She flings out her arms and manipulates the ocean water into grabbing hold of Sausage and bringing him closer to her. “ACK!” Sausage chokes, struggling uselessly. “LIZZIE!”
“I’m going to kill you, Sausage,” growls Lizzie. “Would you rather be flung high into the air and fall to your death or drowned in salty ocean water?”
“N-Neither!”
A dark smile appears on Lizzie’s face. “Too bad. I’ve decided I’m gonna drown you.”
She lifts the water higher. His scream is abruptly cut off as the water envelopes his head, stopping him from breathing. She watches with satisfaction as his air slowly runs out.
But then Pixl’s voice comes from behind her: “Lizzie, he’s calling for you. He needs you.”
Lizzie pauses, weighing up her options. Eventually, she releases Sausage onto the dock, taking grim pleasure in the way he splutters and coughs up water. “You’re lucky this time, Sausage,” she says. She kneels down beside him and pushes her face close to Sausage’s with a menacing glare. “But if you ever, and I mean EVER, come near Jimmy again, you’re gonna wish you were never born. Do I make myself clear?”
“Y-Y-Yes!” gasps Sausage.
Lizzie steps back and lets Sausage flee, before rushing back inside and back to Jimmy’s side. Her ally is stirring, his eyelids fluttering. “L-Lizz...ie…”
“I’m here,” whispers Lizzie softly, holding his hand against her cheek to reassure him of her presence. “I’m here, Jimmy. Are you okay?”
Jimmy coughs weakly. “M-My wrists hurt.”
Frowning, Lizzie pushes down Jimmy’s sleeve, revealing the thick red marks. “Wh-What is this?!” she gasps. “Pixl?”
“It’s…” Pixl hesitates, knowing what his next words will likely cause. “They’re burn marks. He had his hands tied behind his back for most of the day in that cell.”
Joel glances sharply at his fiancee. “Uh oh.”
Thunder sounds overhead as dark clouds rapidly slide across the sky. Lizzie’s expression remains steady, but lightning flashes in her eyes. “I’ll be right back, Jimmy,” she says, her voice as steady as her expression. But it’s just an act for Jimmy’s benefit and both Pixl and Joel know it.
Neither Pixl nor Joel stop her as she storms out of the hut and takes off flying towards the Grimlands. She lands atop the outer wall, rain starting to fall from the sky.
“FWHIP!” she bellows, her voice rolling through the clouds and echoing across the land.
Seconds later, the count himself appears atop his tower, within audible distance despite the increasingly loud thunder overhead. “Queen Lizzie!” He spreads his arms wide. “How may I help you?”
A bolt of lightning strikes the very top of fWhip’s tower.
“Aha, what have I done to invoke the wrath of the Ocean Queen?” fWhip laughs.
Instead of replying verbally, Lizzie lifts her arms and summons a giant wave of water from the river, sending it crashing down like a tsunami over the Grimlands.
“NO!” fWhip yells. “My villagers! You’re gonna drown my villagers!”
“MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE YOU TORTURED JIMMY AND TRIED TO MURDER HIM!” roars Lizzie.
fWhip stares at her for a moment as he finally remembers that Lizzie is one of Jimmy’s closest allies. “...oh…”
Shaking himself into action, fWhip dives down into his flooded village. Lizzie watches him, taking grim satisfaction in watching him flounder around in desperation. She doesn’t even realise how close he is to death until-
fWhip drowned
Lizzie quickly dissipates the flood and jumps down to look for fWhip’s items. As she’s starting to pick them up, fWhip reappears, so she retreats back to a safe distance.
“I’ll get my revenge for this, Ocean Queen,” growls fWhip. “I will not take the attempted murder of my villagers lying down.”
“I don’t give a crap,” Lizzie snaps back. “Don’t you dare think about going near Jimmy ever again, because if you do, I can promise you I will wipe your goddamn empire off the face of the world and I will NOT regret doing it.”
fWhip narrows his eyes. “You’re messing with the wrong empire. I too have the power to wipe an empire out of existence.”
“I live in the ocean. The bulk of my empire is underwater now. Your TNT will make a scratch at most.”
fWhip’s mouth opens, then closes again. After a moment, he looks away. “Fine.”
Lizzie raises an eyebrow. “Really? You’re backing down that easily?”
“I’m being smart. You’ve no idea what’s coming, Lizzie. I do. I need to prepare. I can’t afford to be dragged into another war right now.”
As fWhip turns, he finds Lizzie extremely close to him. She grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him close so that their faces are inches apart. “Then don’t start one,” she snarls. “Stay away from my allies.”
She shoves fWhip away and takes off again, flying back to the swamp. Part of her feels bad at the attack on fWhip’s innocent villagers but she pushes it aside. fWhip tortured Jimmy and was perfectly willing to slaughter him when he was tied up and defenceless.
Lizzie has no sympathy or mercy for a person like that.
When she gets back, Joel meets her at the door. “Lizzie, you’re back!” he gasps. “I saw the death message in chat.”
“Yes. fWhip needed to be told that I won’t tolerate him hurting my Jimmy.” Her gaze flickers from Joel to Pixl and back again. “Or any of you.”
Joel gazes at her with almost visible hearts in his eyes. “I love you so much, Lizzie.”
Lizzie can’t help a chuckle. “I love you too.”
“Guys, guys, come quick!” Pixl calls suddenly. “Guys!”
The two quickly rush to Jimmy’s beside but stop dead simultaneously when they see what Pixl is so panicked about.
A mark has appeared on Jimmy’s neck. It looks like some kind of rune, but what’s worrying about it is the fact that it’s glowing red.
“What is this?” Lizzie gasps. “What’s happening?”
“I don’t know! It just appeared!”
After a few seconds, the glowing dies down, leaving only the clear black mark.
“This has got to be something to do with the demon,” says Pixl shakily. “I don’t know what or how or why, but somehow, fWhip and Sausage’s attempted sacrifice of Jimmy must’ve caused this.”
“But what can we do about it?” Joel asks. “What can we do to help?”
Pixl has no answer to this.
Nobody does.
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