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grailknightmonty · 8 months

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it starts and ends in a garden.

i keep coming back to the good omens mianite AU so have a funky little illustration :] I just. I just love them a lot

Ref + what story I've thought about below the cut!

(Spoilers for Good Omens S1 and S2 ahead, be wary if you haven't watched and wanna get into it without prior knowledge)

At its core, this AU is basically good omens but with the cast of Mianite, with a few revisions to tie it a little into the mcytverse (while also not like compromising the integrity of the show version of the story) I got inspired by AdamMonter's AU and decided I wanted to give it a go myself after i watched S2 and reawakened my fixation :D

Jordan is this universes Aziraphale- the angel stationed to guard Eden and look out for humans (intended to instill in them the ways of goodness through righteous balance and justice in the name of the High Goddess) - and Tom is Crowley, or the snake in within the Garden, sent up to cause chaos and tempt humans towards evil shenanigans in the name of Dianite, or the devil in this case. They stand on two opposing sides of whats meant to be an all out war between Heaven (under Ianite) and Hell (by Dianite) on whether Ianites form of order (borrowing this from Aitheaca) or chaos will reign supreme- or basically the big ol apocalypse. I made Mianite the Metatron because idk what else to do with him mianite im sorry i didnt wanna make ianite the metatron if i swapped it even though it would make more sense for mia and dia to be fighting SOBS

Tom n Jordan grow close over their centuries on Earth together that when everythings meant to go down and destroy the world they've made their own, they fight to stop the apocalypse from happening, and by the end of it, are subsequently punished by their respective sides- only to not be affected and left alone when they seem to have absorbed the powers of the other (no one seems to realize they can swap bodies). Series 2 follows what they uncover by the end of it a plot to restart armageddon, in which they want Jordan to take over as the head of it after the former champion/supreme archangel is ousted for disagreeing- and had shown up with a non-existent memory nonexistent at Jordan's.

(im switching to list im done with prose xD)

Jordan runs an antique shop instead of a bookshop, he seems like he'd be more into little trinkets and old school machines, stuff he could tinker with. its still got that certain charm to it though

Capsize is Nina from the coffee shop (give me coffee or give me death seems like a thing Capsize would name something) and Sonja is Maggie who runs a record shop. aka the lesbians from across the street you know what I am

For something hilarious Tubbo is the Antichrist, aka the child meant to start and lead the War (leaving it as is bc its funny but not the literal antichrist) He's meant to join a government family to put him in a place of power, but due to a mix up ends up with an In the meantime, Tom and Jordan act as godfathers to the other child (who they assume is the antichrist, it would be funny to make this Crumb or something) in hopes that influencing them to good/evil respectively would neutralize them out- only to eventually realize its the wrong kid

Wag is Anathema, the descendent of a prophetic wizard who was scrutinized for their foresight and becomes the carrier of those prophecies (for my sanity ive chosen to get rid of the Newt-Anathema romance thing idk it. it just aaaa and turn into wag and his bros aka FyreUK tryin to use what they know to stop the apocalypse from their end)

Angels are Ianitees (save for Capsize), and Demons are Dianitees. Ive gone back n forth with who would be who and I still have no answer so. all I'll say is that Andor is Muriel thats all thats important /j C:

The other option was to make Satan the Darkness/World Historian and Dianite is the Lord of Hell (Beelzebub) with Mot as Gabriel but do i look like I know? idk do we need ineffable bureaucracy i could always alter that a little too... idk

tubbo as the child of the world historian who wouldve thought… edit what if like carrier of the darkness

anyway thats all enjoy this nonsense ;)

and screenshot I referenced for the drawing! I know its low qual dont worry about it i just needed to see where the trees were so i knew how many to paint LMAO

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smp-boundaries · 3 years

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List of Boundaries: CaptainSparklez

Violence in fanworks: In one of his subreddit videos, Jordan reacts positively to a bloody drawing of him being accidentally stabbed by Tubbo, showing that at least in fanart, he is okay with violence and death.

Fanfiction: Jordan has done two videos where he read fanfiction, one of which was an x reader, and reacted positively both times. This shows that he is okay with fanfiction and the x reader did not appear to put him off, as he specifically chose it for a Valentine’s Day video.

Shipping: There is no distinct evidence for Jordan being for or against shipping as a whole. He seems comfortable with being shipped with Tom Cassell (Syndicate) as evidenced by various videos where they joke about kissing and being shipped together. On the other hand, in the third MC Ultimate, when AntVenom made a joking comment about SparkAnt (their ship name) being revived after they both respawned, Jordan replied with distaste, implying that he doesn’t like being shipped with AntVenom. He has also spoken on multiple occasions against being shipped with Lady Ianite (from the Mianite series), and shows discomfort when looking at romantic fanart of them.

AUs where Jordan is Tubbo’s and/or Crumb’s father: Jordan has reacted positively to fanart of Tubbo and Crumb as his children and is accepting of the AU. However, he seems to be unaware that it is an AU and not canon on the Dream SMP, therefore this cannot be used as evidence for his stance on AUs in general.

General PSA: Jordan does not like people prying into his personal life, which includes his IRL friends and relationship status. He doesn’t disclose this information and people should respect this about him.

Evidence: Jordan reacting to violent fanart, CaptainSparklez reads a CaptainSparklez fanfiction, Jordan reads an x reader, Jordan, Tom, and Mini Ladd joking about shipping, Jordan reacting negatively to the idea of SparkAnt (Jordan/Anteler), Jordan reacting negatively to Sparkanite, Jordan talking about Tubbo and Crumb being his children, Jordan talking about how it’s weird when people ask about his IRL relationships

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reacting to violent fanart Jordan: (reading reddit post) uh, “blood. It was a mistake.” (opens post, revealing Among Us fanart) ah, no, dude.. (playing it up for the bit) ah no, back to back! I can’t believe I have to relive this moment again and again! I don’t think I - it’s - it’s - y’know, I don’t think I ever betrayed him, but I got betrayed in return. It was hard.

Jordan, Tom, and Mini Ladd joke about shipping Tom: (hugging Jordan and Mini Ladd) all in - all in, all in, all in - this feels good. hey, no kissing tonight, alright? Jordan: really? Tom: no kiss - (Mini Ladd kisses his cheek) okay. (looks at Jordan, points to cheek expectantly) Jordan: (kisses Tom’s cheek) Tom: (laughs) oh yeah!

reacting negatively to the idea of SparkAnt (Jordan/Anteler) Anteler: this is team Sparkant, being revived Jordan: no, not that - not that word.

reacting negatively to Sparkanite Jordan: alright people do this weird shipping thing with me, and Ianite, and I realize that it kinda stems from season two but let’s just - I feel like we need to keep it as a platonic relationship between a follower and their god, alright? Ianite is m’lady, my god, it doesn’t have to become like a romantic thing. Alright? alright. cool.

about Tubbo and Crumb being his children Jordan: (reading reddit post) “the Tubbo origin story is growing.” (opens post, revealing fanart) Is that Tubbo jumping out of the ____ to catch a bee? and then Crumb saying “there can be only one?” There actually - I’ve seen things on twitter though - Inga(?), who - who does lots of art and stuff and has done some of the MCC thumbnails, like, did a drawing where I was Tubbo’s dad in the Dream SMP server and I was like “is this a thing that’s actually going on?” I know nothing, I’m confused. But I guess I’m like - I’m Tubbo’s dad. on the server. I have no - I geniunely don’t know, but that’s what I’ve heard. And I’m like “oh, okay.” I guess - y’know. I did say I wasn’t having kids but there wasn’t anything about a kid that already has been had. So I guess it works. It doesn’t - yeah - doesn’t mess with my take. But also we have Crumb now. (laughs) “There can be only one.” But it’s been established that I’m his dad I guess, so - so, there has to be two. It’s already been said and done.

talking about it being weird when people ask about his IRL relationships Jordan: (reading reddit post) “Expose yourself, Jardoon. Did you break quarantine for a video?” (opens post, revealing screenshot of Youtube comments under his video) I can’t - I can’t, like, it’s so - it’s so weird.. to me, that every comment is just - who filmed the video - does any other channel get that? It’s bizzare - like I - I feel like other channels just have people film their videos and it’s - the entirety of the comments section isn’t, “who filmed the video,” it’s - it’s about the video content itself. I just - I mean, I don’t know for sure. Maybe that is a thing on other channels. But - also … and also, I do know other people who live in the general LA area. I’m not just completely solo without the ability to reach out to a single person. I know as much as I stay at home and am confined, I do know other people. Weird flex, I know. “Woah, this guy, look at him out here - knows other people? Who exist? Not just on the internet? Oh ho, mister fancy out here dude, okay. He’s got real life acquaintances and all that. Alright, way to flex on us all!” But I - oh my god dude, it’s so weird. And I made this comparison in my stream a couple days ago, that it’s like my mom when she’s asking about plans and what I’m doing, and I’ll be like, “oh, I’m going to such-and-such with friends,” …. she’ll be like “oh, what’s their name?” And I just think - I mean it’s - you’re not gonna meet them. Are you gonna look up their - like are you gonna look their name plus my name online to try to figure out who they are? I’m confused in that regard. It’s just a person who I know. And - and then, anyway, it’s just - you guys are my mom. (laughs) So that’s where we are with this.

#captainsparklez #jordan maron #smplive #smpearth #mcyt #mianite #vault hunters #boundaries list #smpb // violent themes in fanwork #smpb // fanfiction #smpb // shipping

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datoneidiot · 5 years

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P14 syndisparklez B)

P14- “And what do you think you”re doing” said dramatically

Thanks for the ask!! I’m so sorry it took me so long- school really took a toll on my time and motivation. I hope you like it!

Based off the wonderful @the-moon-pal‘s Tainted!Sparklez AU stuff

“And what do you think you’re-“ Tom started with a smirkHe stopped as Jordan turned around, a big innocent smile evident over his barely half purple face “Nothing..” Tom found himself squinting at the chicken in his handsThe grass in the plane fluttered lightly. “Jordan…” Tom warned as he took a single step forward. He stopped as Jordan took a step back. The two stared at each otherJordan smiled widely before tucking the chicken under his normal arm and taking off with a sprint“JARDON GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!” Tom raced after the man and his chicken, not missing the obvious smile and giggle in Jordan’s voice. He noticed a few eggs falling out of his pocket “Payback!” Jordan yelled before he reached Tom’s home and slammed the door shutTom, quick after him, jangled on the knob realizing the door was blocked by stone“That sneaky little shit” Tom smiled breathlessly before climbing up the side of his house. He’d have to find another way to get to the prankerHe grumbled at the new clucking sounds coming from inside his home “You get seeds! And you get seeds! Everyone gets seeds! And eggs!” Tom heard his friends voiceOf course that nerd would do a stupid chicken prank. Their shenanigans hadn’t started till recently. Ever since they left Ruxomar and landed back in Mianite..Jordan found himself on the same beach he had first woken up and met Tom on. Except this time, the green zombie woke up beside him, Tucker, Sonja, Mot, Martha, and Wag splayed out on the sand too. They heard the shouts of Jordan. Except it wasn’t. Someone older- SparkHe wanted to know where his wife was. And by the guilty eyes of Jordan and the Mianitees that there was no happy ending. Mot was tackled back into the sand- Alyssa holding him tightly as they rejoiced. Jeriah watched them at a distance, scanning them suspiciously before giving a curt hello and leavingThe Gods came before them- Ianite and Mianite. Alternate Dianite faced the two alone. They knew this Dianite wouldn’t be evil, the alternates had been helpful in figuring everything out. They let the Gods talk alone.Dianite planned to stay a distance away from Ianite and Mianite, and vise versa. Some memories just weren’t that easy to move past. Besides, they didn’t exactly see eye to eye on what ‘good’ means. They at least knew he wasn’t like his dead evil alternateTucker, Sonja, Wag, Jordan and Tom tried going to their homes, leaving the aloof gods alone. Turned out Jeriah had taken Tucker’s old home on the hill, Dianite, Alyssa and Mot took their business to the castle Tom had once shared with the Modesteps and Spark had taken Jordan’s home over the cliff- a meeting with the three Gods and Martha about Godly and family stuff was kept behind closed doorsTucker and Sonja were forced to build their new home and Wag started making a nice little cabin for him and Martha. That left Tom and Jordan to build their own homes as well. Both were decently far from the alternates and the gods but still nearby to Tucker, Sonja and Wag. Tom and Jordan ended up finding themselves to be close neighbors Tom would’ve started his pranking sooner if Jordan hadn’t been called so often by the Gods. Or been such a kiss-ass, helping everyone. Tom didn’t realize he had spent so little time with the man until he finally stomped to knock on his door. When he got no response he tried knocking again. Tom could still vividly recall the loud crash of something hitting the floor before the door opened a crack. A shaky voice had asked ‘who’s there?’ and when Tom said ‘Who else would it fucking be?’, Jordan opened it. Tom did a double take. The left side of Jordan’s face was just barley covered with taint. Like, the Taint from Ruxomar. He could see some purple on his left arm too, just making it pass his elbowHe smiled at Tom but he knew something was wrong. Despite the leftover of watery eyes and fear, Jordan claimed he was fine and shut the door on him before he could even have a conversation with himThe second time Tom saw him, he was screaming. The taint had made it up to his hand and had little ground on his face. Tom had only seen Jordan’s purple arm gone- he only watched it fucking grow back. He tried to be ‘armless bros’ but Jordan had hurried off with some kind of unreadable expression The third time Tom went in search of him limbless bro in the hopes of getting his own arm restitched again. When he found Jordan he had run into him. Literally. Jordan turned around so fast, Tom wasn’t sure if he had cried recently. He was scared and questioned why he was here, the purple covering maybe a forth of the side. Then he threw himself on him and squeezed- a tight hug Tom didn’t hesitate to return with a soft rub. He shortly after invited him for a dinner, what they joked was a dinner date, as friends of courseThen Jordan fucking disappeared. He went to help anyone who was everyone, the fucking brown-noser‘Oh I’d love to help!’ ‘Of course I’d be happy to!’ ‘It’s not problem at all, I won’t go home for another week’ ‘No I can help, I don’t mind letting Tom stress over our little dinner date he spent hours preparing, not showing up and letting him sit there for hours waiting for me. I’ll be right over and won’t even give Tom an explanation till two weeks later!’ But here they were. Pranking each other with cobwebs and chickens. Tom was totally over it. It’s not like he misses Jordan and put actual real effort into making a good meal. He doesn’t mind that he sat and waited for him anxiously as his food got cold. Not at all. Tom broke a hole in his ceiling, not taking a second to look below him before jumping downThump“Ow- Tom! Nooo!” Tom had miraculously landed on Jordan and, by the sudden puff of feathers in the air, chickens. He took use of the situation and trapped Jordan’s legs. He loved the uncontrollable giggles turn into uncontrollable laughter as he tickled the man underneath him.“Th-tHe chicKeNs haHAHhaHhA- Tom!”Jordan eventually managed to push Tom off of him. He grabbed as many chickens as he could and ranTom was hot on his heels, both laughing as they ran through fields, chickens falling out of Jordan’s arms Tom chased Jordan all the way to some precipice. He briefly took notice of the sun starting to set, choosing to pay more attention to the tree Jordan hastily hid behindTom slowed down so he could sneak along the bristling grass. Cluck“Shh little chicken! I’m trying to save- aAH-“Jordan screeched as he went down, Tom landing on him.“Noooo! My chicken friend!” The chicken ran off, scared by the sudden movement of Tom’s tackle. Tom had Jordan below him again expect this time it was planned and he had Jordan’s arms pinned above him“How could you!” Jordan dramatically asked, a goofy smile present on his face as he looked up at TomTom lowered himself closer to Jordan, “‘Ya flooded my house with chickens Sparklez, I think I should grab that chicken and have him for dinner”Jordan could feel Tom’s breaths on his lips. He instinctually let his eyelids drop a bit as Tom drew closerTom found himself ogling at Jordan’s mouth- and the purple half of his face. He noticed that it hadn’t full covered the half but it definitely spread since he first saw it“Well you did fill my house with cobwebs” Jordan whispered breathlessly before breaking out into another grin and laughingTom couldn’t help but start laughing with him and pull back to sit upJordan sat himself up, Tom no longer on him. “Well you don’t have to have that chicken for dinner”Tom scrunched his eyebrows, “Wot?”“Follow me!” Jordan grabbed Tom’s hand and pulled him to his feet“I thought I could make it up to you..” Jordan trailed off as they reached the edge of the small cliffHe smiled to himself as Tom stared a gape at the table with food and lights in the surrounding trees, highlighted by the sun setting behind“Since I missed the dinner you planned? I thought it was only fair if I made you one too. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to- I’d understand if you’re still mad, I’m really sorry-“Jordan stopped when he felt arms around him, Tom pressed against him in a hug“Thank you”Jordan let his arms relax and laid one arm gently around the zombie to give his back a soft rub. He hesitated before laying his tainted arm around him too“Of course- come on foods gonna get cold” Jordan smiled and lead him to the table“Steak?” Tom questioned as he sat down, “Am I gonna die of food poisoning if I eat this?” he poked fun at Jordan’s ability to ruin anything he cookedHe rolled his eyes, “Yeah, chicken was already a no. And my cookings not that bad-““It’s that bad” Tom grinnedJordan huffed, “Just- try it?”Tom hesitantly ate a bite, “Holy shit, it’s actually decent!” He felt his chest swell when Jordan’s smile lit up- his blue and what looked to be a bit green eye lighting up too. He couldn’t really tell the other purple half of his face’s color behind his shadesTom felt a bit unsettled by the eye but he let it fall away, choosing to relish in the warmth of Jordan’s proudness “I told you! And for desert..” Jordan revealed, “A pie!” he paused, “because you’re a cutie-pie”Tom’s neck turned pink, “You remembered that?” he laughedTom had almost forgotten the birthday he celebrated with Jordan in Mianite- well, here. It was when he first arrived. He gave Jordan plenty of gifts, one of them ‘a pie because he was a cutie-pie’Times were simpler then. You could give your friend stupid gifts with verging flirt puns instead of worrying about a certain chaos God’s death or the growing purple taint on your friend. “So how’d the great Captain-Sparkly-Dick manage to make a steak?”Jordan gave Tom a playful scowl but right after looked down and rubbed at his tainted arm“I remembered the steak you made for Dec after he threw out the nutribar.. at Dine-At-Night..”Tom let his eyes sink to the steak. Something deep in him made the steak turn bitter. He was over it“Tastes familiar” he blandly commented Yeah, no, he wasn’t. “..It’s also the same steak you made for our dinner..”Tom knew what he was doing. He lead the conversation this way. He wanted to know- he needed to know“Why didn’t you show up?” Tom started lightly but he wasn’t really trying to control it anymore, “Why’d you help everyone else with other stuff? Huh? Why’d you fucking disappear out of existence? Why did you ghost me for two weeks and come back fucking purple?” He snappedJordan had noticeable shrunken in on himself, gripping tightly on to his infected arm“Well?!” Tom waited. Jordan didn’t meet his eyesTom abruptly stood from his seat and glared at the man staring downcast at his arm“Fine. I’ll see you around. Or in two weeks” He turned to leave He felt a hand grab his“Fuck you!” he spat, hoping to get Jordan out of his face.“Tom, please, let- let me-“ Jordan pleaded, squeezing his hand“Why should I?!” Then Tom heard his uneven heavy breaths, both of theirs“You have two minutes-““Two minutes-““A minute and 58 seconds”They found themselves staring again“A minute and 47-“ “Fine” Jordan sighed. He ran a hand threw his hair with his purple hand. He lowered his hand and stared at it before returning his focus to Tom“The night you offered the dinner- the- I-“ Jordan took a shaky breath, “Well, this happened” he gestured with his taint arm“It wasn’t.. fun- I couldn’t leave, it wouldn’t.. I ran to Ianite, I figured she’d know what to do. Not even Dianite knew how to get rid of it. We spent a week trying to fix it- you knocked on my door, my arm.. came off, I ran into you. It spread, I started having mini episodes, I can’t remember a few things.. but it’ll be fine! Ianite and Martha stopped looking into it because nothing dangerous has been happening- look, Tom, I’d never purposefully, I didn’t mean for this to happen, I’m sorry. Limbless bros?” Jordan offered a small smileTom was taken aback by all the information dumped on him. He fell back into his seat “Holy fuck, Jordan” “Truce?”Tom faced Jordan, “Truce” he offered with a sigh Jordan let go of his hand and stood up, Tom raised and eyebrow at thisJordan walked over and offered his hand *his normal hand*“What-““Watch the sunset with me”Tom blinked. He grabbed Jordan hand and let him lead him to the precipice “Wow..” he breathlessly sat on the edge, Jordan sitting next to him, his hand now emptyThe two sat and stared at the sun disappearing below the land of Mianite, stars getting ready to take it’s place. It was beautiful Tom glanced at Jordan. Yeah. Beautiful.Jordan caught his eye and turned to face himJordan and Tom staring at each other on the edge of a precipice, the sun replaced by dark and darker blues and blacks.Tom let himself lean forward, his hand reaching for Jordan’s untainted cheek.“And what you think you’re-?” Jordan murmured as he got closer“Nothing” Jordan’s eyes opened and he gently pushed Tom away from his mouth“Not with the taint..”“Fine” Tom whispered He closed in one Jordan. He felt lips on half of his, half on his cheekJordan opened his eyes again but this time he saw Tom giving him a look he’d never seen before He offered a half smile. Tom felt his heart race“Never change Sparklez”Jordan watched as the soft smile turned into a smirk as Tom’s eyes flickered to something over his shoulder and widened “Tom?”The zombie pushed Jordan and ran past himCluck!Jordan turned in time to see Tom running off with an laugh, a familiar chicken in his hands“Little chicken! Nooo! Tom, get back here!” Jordan hastily stood up and chased after them“Payback!” Tom turned and smiled as he saw Jordan following him with a laugh tooYeah. He could get used to this again~“And what do you think you’re doing?” A voice behind Tom said dramatically He felt the blood drain from his face. He knew that voice- he knew who it was supposed to belong to

He turned and smirking down on him with his arms crossed was JordanExcept it wasn’t“This isn’t right! You won’t-““Get away with this? How cliche” The *thing* flickered his sword at Tom, it obviously wanted to use it “I wanted to at least keep you alive to watch me have fun with this body.. guess I’ll just have to kill you now-““Leave my friend the fuck alone!” Tom instinctively sliced forward, his sword cutting off it’s armHe winced as Jordan’s face contorted in pain and he felt his heart race when he saw it turn into an insane smile right after“Awh come on, limbless bro. Loosen up” Despite the glare he kept, Tom nervously backed up to the wall. There was no escape- the entrance of the old booby-trapped castle was being blocked by it“Oh Tommy” Jordan ripped off his shades, showing Tom the full face of his tainted friend. The taint spread all across his face, covering the area around both his green eyes. The only normal part was a small corner of the bottom corner of his face. Jordan crushed the red shades with his foot, grinning at Tom’s rapidly increasing angerJordan moved his tainted hands in a rise motion and Tom struggled against the Taint sludge rising from the ground engulfing his legsIn the two seconds it took for Jordan to close in on Tom the sludge had reached his elbows he couldn’t moveTom felt warm tears fall down his face as a disgusting kiss was forced on him “Maybe I can use your body after I kill this one”Jordan’s green eyes glowed as he turned and started to leaveTom tried to yell after him but his neck felt like it was getting crushed by the sludge“I should get rid of this killer headache first. It’s like there’s something screaming in my head. See you soon, friend”Jordan smirked and turned with a wink, slamming the door of the castle behind himHe waltzed all the way out and looked up at the sky, the grass beneath his feet turning a dark purple Trailing his eyes down from the sky before the tainted man was a god“Took you long enough” “Did you erase the traitor’s memories?” An exasperated voice growled“I’m not fixing memories anymore. We’re taking over now or I’ll do it without the help of a *dead entity*” The voice coming from Jordan snapped as it turned more demonic“You think you can disrespect me? I’m who summoned you. We had a deal”“The God of Chaos and Evil always makes a deal” Jordan musedGreen eyes burned bright underneath the stars above as he slaughtered a passing chicken“And I’m not among you weak Gods”

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syndianites · 7 years

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Meet The Parents (Part One)

Ship: Chaos Trio (Tom x Mot x S2 Dianite)

Summary: In a strange turn of events, they decide to (awkwardly) introduce everyone to their parents. After all, they were basically their in-laws? Honestly, this could have gone better.

Chapter: 1/3

AN: B-Day fic for @theshadowlord :DDDD Ima try to draw a thing, but tbh, my art skills are rather lacking. (And it's a thing i've been thinking about for a while now….) I hope you like this though :0 I had the best time thinking of how to go about this instead of taking notes in class lol

(Also, I played around with the general continuity of the series, so Dia got his body back earlier than he did. To make it less awkward for me to write around XD Also might have taken a number of liberties in the overall happening of the world… oops)

They hadn't quite planned an awkward reunion for this trip, but they weren't really complaining. Tom, Mot, and Jordan had been sent to Inertia to retrieve something, and to ensure anyone who seldom deserved their entrapment was released. Of course, Dianite decided to tag along, preferring to keep an eye on his partners. (They didn’t mind. In their opinion, it was better to stay together).

But through their viewing of the prison, occasionally letting people free who had been overlooked previously (Andor had been rather adamant about getting any innocent personel released) Tom was starting to get impatient. Jordan had suggested, a while back, that they split to cover more ground, and he went off in search of… whatever they came there for. The zombie didn’t really know, and he would rather be dicking around with Mot and Dia, than… he shuddered.

It was awful really, seeing the state of some of the prisoners. But most he couldn’t let free. Earlier, he had unwittingly sat through some boring paperwork, each and every file for the people currently kept here. The prison, despite having been infiltrated and attacked by yours truly, was still operating, under the premise that some of the inhabitants deserved to be here. So not only had they been rummaging through pages of descriptions with endless names, and faces that didn’t match anymore, they were being scrutinized by Mianitee guards. Well, those of which knew better than to interfere with them, as they likely had heard of what happened here. (Almost none of them were original guards, the majority of the staff having died in their attack).

Now, he was tentatively peering into cells, trying to keep a neutral face in the wake of the rather… severe injuries many sported. It would appear the Mianitees running this joint weren’t too kind to their convicts. Even to his muted senses, the sheer smell of rot and infection made him want to gag. That was, however, the reason he had been the one sent down this way. This particular area was meant for the people who committed greater crimes, or rather, who the guards enjoyed torturing more. (Andor had been kept here for a while, or so his records said. Tom couldn’t help but wonder why he chose to let this place function still, despite seeing the worst of it).

He was ready to flee the area, when a low groan from on if the cells stopped him. Last he checked, he couldn't see anyone seemingly alive in that cell. A bit reluctantly, he wandered over to it, and did his best to check the inmates number. Scrawled upon the rest of his ratty uniform were the numbers 7249. His eyes widened, as he fished the door keys from his pocket. He remembered very clearly that Mot wanted him released, and the set jaw and hard eyes he said that with made it clear that there would be no argument. The door gave a wail as it scraped open, and Tom threw it back with a grunt. Inside, the man grimaced, peering up at him. With a deep croaking voice, he called out, “Did we get new guards already? Didn't know Mianite was too fond of zombies. I'd have imagined someone more armored too, but I guess you all might be a tad under armed nowadays.”

Tom just gave him a snort of derision. Waltzing in to heft him up, though the man’s feet were quick to give out, he idly commented, “I'm a Dianitee. Who even gives a shit if Mianite likes me?” His remark pulled a wheezing laugh from the man, who let himself lean partially on Tom’s shoulder. He opted to practically drag Tom through the halls, reasonable more eager to leave than the zombie.

When they finally hit open air, after a seemingly endless stretch of corridors, the ex-inmate chose to seat himself in the sparse grass surrounding the building. It was there he was given a first hand view of the injuries the man carried. Though the majority of the blood splattered on him seemed older than his wounds, a good deal of cuts were scattered across his skin. A few were still open, and a handful looked infected. As the zombie came closer to get his shirt off, the distinct smell of rot hung off him.

“Stay here,” Tom told him, finally freeing him of the barely passable clothing, “I'm going to go get a clean cloth or something. And medical supplies.” With a small pop in his knees, Tom sprang up and hurried back inside. If this man was important to Mot, then he'd best make sure he didn't sit too long, getting more infections. (He seriously hoped it wasn't a case where Mot hated the guy and wanted him to suffer…). He checked in with Jordan, and was directed towards a medical room.

Gathering a rough medkit, a bucket of clean water, and a couple of rags, he carefully made his way back to the man. His companion was carefully leaned back into his arms, soaking in the gentle rays of sunlight as the ball of light raced back towards the horizon. Setting his supplies down beside him, he exchanged a look with the man. Dunking a rag into the water and wringing it out, he informed him, “This is about to hurt like a bitch, just gonna warn you.”

Though he received an eye roll at the remark, he heard a sharp hiss as the zombie set to work on cleaning up the old, crusty splotches. This was how they spent the next twenty minutes. The only difficult part was getting the infected paces clean of blood, so that it could be disinfected later. By the time he’d replaced the murky browns with the pinkish red of irritated skin, the water inside the bucket had turned a sickly maroon.

“Just a suggestion,” the man groan, as the zombie turned his attention to medkit, “ don't ever become a goddamn nurse.” Tom grabbed the clean rag from the top of the kit, and opened the box. Inside were standard issue medical supplies, including the tweezers he would need, kindly wrapped in an airtight plastic, and the small bottle of water he had placed inside. Unscrewing the bottle, he rummaged around to find the salt he also stashed inside (that had surprisingly been rather hard to find) and upon finding it, sprinkled some inside and swirled the mixture.

Finished with his preparations (he was getting a rather skeptical look, but this worked for him for the many years of his existence, so he'd have to deal with it) he turned back to his new friend. “Don't worry mate.” Tom gave him a cheeky grin. “That wasn't even the worst part!” Taking his left arm in one hand, he carefully dripped some of concoction on a particularly nasty cut. His actions caused the man to let out a cut off yelp, as the initial contact stung. But as Tom cut off the stream, he carefully dabbed the edges, checking for any debris stuck inside the wound.

They continued in this manner for a few more minutes, before they were joined by another person. As Mot’s eyes adjusted to the natural light, he centered his gaze onto the pair. Tom threw a smile over his shoulder towards the mottled man, but he was ignored. His attention was captured by the man beside the zombie.

Following Tom’s gaze, the man locked eyes with the half-creeper. His mouth fell open, and he struggled into a more upright position. “Mot?” The small utterance sent both into action. Said halfling rushed forward, and he was met part way by the unnamed man pushing up into his feet. The two embraced, the man giving a slight grimace as Mot’s clothes were pressed into a few of his lacerations. Meanwhile, Tom slowly rose, trying not to break the moment.

They broke apart, but the man gently rested a hand upon Mot’s cheek. “You’ve grown so much, just look at you. You look so healthy and cared for, I just wish I could have been there.” The mottled man shook his head, swiftly replying, “You did the best you could. Even when you were gone I couldn't have asked for a better dad. A better life? Of course, we all wish for that. But I knew, even in my worst moments, that you did the best you could.”

Tom stood off to the side during this reunion, idly staring at the medical supplies he had out. He wasn't quite done cleaning his wounds, and there were a number he still needed to bandage. But they were having a moment. It was always a gift to see Mot so purely happy. He wrinkled his nose at the pungent water now contained in the bucket, and opted to refill it with cleaner water while the duo did… whatever you do when catching up with family.

As he reentered the building, headed towards the rather shabby medical wing, he gave a passing nod to Jordan, who was wrapped up in whatever he was doing. When he jerked the door to the med bay open, he was once more greeted with a sharp chemical smell. He went to dump the foul water, rubbing his nose as the liquid poured down the sink. After cleaning it out a little, and refilling it, he made his way back to the pair outside. Along the way, he was joined by Dia, who gave him a curious look as he hefted the water bucket along beside him. The zombie just shrugged.

Once they made their way out, Dia was quick to lock onto the two already seated in the grass. Turning his head partway towards Tom, he queried, “Is that Mot’s father?” The zombie nodded, going back to where he had set up.

Mot and his dad were still conversing, and neither of the newcomers were about to stop them. While Tom somewhat straightened out his little area, Dianite stared off to the side, his gaze focused on something he paid no mind to.

Tom looked up when he felt the eyes of Mot and his father on him. Upon seeing them staring at him, Mot with that fond look in his eyes and his dad with scrutiny, he righted himself from where he was crouched over the medical supplies. After a good minute Mot’s dad shifted his look to

Dia, who returned his gaze. Meanwhile the halfling shook his head at the man’s actions.

With a slow nod, he commented to the half creeper, “You’ve got some fine partners I'd say.” The god gave him a small smile at the remark, and Tom turned his away to his his embarrassed flush. The human picked himself up off the ground again, muted pops coming from his knees, despite having already gone through this motion before. With a small stretch, he approached the pair standing off to the side, an eerie smile on his face.

Placing a firm hand on each of their shoulders, he warmly stated, “If you hurt my son, you’ll feel pain far greater than one’s mind may comprehend.” His eyes took a dark look for a split second. “I would know.” Releasing the two startled males, he returned to his kinder nature. “I’m sure you boys would love to help Mot catch me up on what’s happened, I wanna know how you all met and got together. It’s always hard to get the third person in without it being awkward.” As he lurched back over to his son, Tom and Dia exchanged a slightly startled look.

Shrugging, the god followed the mortal back towards Mot, while Tom regathered his medical supplies. Lugging them over, he plopped down beside the man, laying out his luggage. “At least let me finish cleaning you up, mate.” He nodded towards the uncovered injuries. “Since you think my nursing skills are shit, I bet you’d rather Mot help you out. Buuuut, you’re still stuck with me.” Said halfling rolled his eyes, gesturing for Dia to start talking while he picked up the cleaner of the rags and Tom retrieved the gauze.

And though they were still holed up in Inertia, they talked until sunset, in which Jordan wandered out, having not found what he was looking for, but ready to leave anyway. It was with glee that the reunited father and son left the complex, not ready to leave one another again.

(AN: So i was gonna have all the meeting the parents on here, but then this decided to be long??? And take a lot of effort??? Cause i want it to be good? What a concept. Anyway, that's part one, so i hope you like it :D Sorry that its , what four days late? Im a major procrastinator, even with things i like…. ill write the other two over the week)

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Unofficial Mianite Season 3 - Chapter 8

Chapter 8 - Home Sweet Home

For a long time after the two ventured past those signs into the dark area beyond, and even after they surfaced back into the quilted, ruined remains of the house, the only sound Tom was acutely aware of was the fall of Jordan’s footsteps.

The man had a very unique way of walking, and that was how drastically his steps changed depending on his mood. When he was excited, the footfall was light and nearly impossible to hear. Terrified, and he literally dragged his heels.

And nervous, as he was now, Jordan walked hard on the heels of his feet. The steps shook the ground around him as his friend paced back and forth. His head was in his hand, pulling at his straggly hair and he continuously mumbled to himself.

“It’s a coincidence. It’s not possible. This isn’t my house. It’s not. There’s no way.” Tom watched as Jordan stopped pulled at his hair for a moment and turned his wild eyes to him. “Right?”

“Uh, yeah?”

Jordan’s hands fell limp at his sides and he flopped down to sit on a block in the middle of the floor. He took in a breath, shaky and unsteady and unnerving for Tom to hear.

“I want to go home.”

“And where is that?” Tom asked, laughing. “We’ve had a lot of those.”

Jordan remained silent, eyes fixed on his shadow on the floor in front of him. The sunlight, fading slightly, cast his face into darkness.

“Jordan? I was joking. Jardon?” Tom got up and plopped back down next to Jordan, whining the nickname playfully. Jordan looked over at him with a withered glare but otherwise stayed silent.

Tom grabbed his friend’s ankle and shook it forcefully. “Snap out of it, Sparkly-dick! So this world is a little crazier than the other ones we’ve been to.” Jordan turned his head and raised an eyebrow at that. Tom rolled his eyes. “Ok, a lot fucking crazier. But whatever! There’s no rules here! No crazy king who’s gonna throw us out of town for not believing in Mianite. And dude, have you seen how many diamonds there are?” Tom’s eyes glittered greedily.

Jordan stared at him, amazed. “Is that all you think about?” he asked softly. Tom blinked.

“I mean, diamonds are pretty cool, but that’s not all I care about. I like iron and gold too.”

He laughed breathily at Tom’s shit eating grin. “You don’t worry about anything.” Jordan said enviously.

The zombie shrugged. “There’s no reason to. So this house looks like your old place in Mianite. But it’s not.”

“How do you know?”

Tom rolled his eyes. “Well, don’t you remember what we did to your house before we went to the End to save Ianite?”

Jordan took a moment to think, then a smile ghosted onto his lips. “You, Tucker and Sonja blew it up with those stupid cow wands.”

“And there was like, three blocks left. And then you fuckers destroyed mine in revenge.” Tom grinned. “See? This isn’t your house. Never was. Maybe it was this dimension’s version of you who built it, and we’ll meet him and you two will battle it out to be the alpha Sparklez.”

“That sounds like something you would do... Actually, it’s exactly something you’ve done.”

“And I won!”

Jordan rolled his eyes and shoved him away, planting his foot in the center of Tom's chest and pushing him to the ground. Tom barked with laughter and rolled back upright, punching his friend’s shoulder playfully.

“Come on, let’s get out of this stuffy place and explore more of the world!” Tom stood up and bounced on his heels as Jordan laboriously got up as well. Frustrated with how slow his friend’s movements were, Tom pushed him from behind and Jordan stumbled forward towards the door.

The sun was hanging just above the horizon line, just beginning to set the sky on fire in brilliant oranges and reds. The light washed over the mismatched land and made it look more harmonious than normal, as every block glowed warmly. Jordan and Tom edged up to the steep end of the cliff to take in more of the breathtaking view.

“It’s kinda... pretty.” Tom mumbled, breaking the silence with a stray thought. Absently, Jordan nodded. “Fucking weird, but pretty.”

“You had to ruin it.” Jordan took in a deep breath, letting the air escape slowly through his nose. He picked at the flecks of dried blood on his face subconsciously, hissing when his fingernail caught a particularly tender part of the wound. “Ah, shit!”

Tom’s head snapped sideways, relaxing slightly when he realized what had happened. “You good?”

Jordan held his palm to his face, pressing on the skin to dull the pain. “Yeah, I’m fine. Alright, let’s go. Let’s climb this mountain, we can bunker down somewhere inside once the sun sets completely.”

The zombie raised an eyebrow. “But, we have a perfectly good house shape behind us! If we’re planning on setting up camp already, why don’t we just stay in there instead of climbing another mountain?”

Jordan’s eyes went steely and he tensed his jaw. “I am not staying in that place. You can, if you’re really going to complain.” He turned on his heel and headed towards the mushroom-topped mountain.

“J-Jardon! I was kidding! Hold up!” Tom stuttered, running after his friend as he started climbing the natural stairs the mountainside formed.

A little ways up, the stairs started curving into the mountain, and back out the other side. A third of the way up the climb, Jordan leaned against the quilted wall and allowed Tom to catch up, huffing and puffing and not happy with being abandoned. He whined to Jordan about the “betrayal” for the middle third, and finally he closed his mouth and used his remaining oxygen for the last part of the climb.

They made a makeshift camp just below where the branches stuck out from the trunk, building walls against the outside until there was only a two by one doorway leading to the outside. They were silent in their work; Tom because he was still out of breath from the climb, and Jordan because he had too many half-finished thoughts in his head, none of which he could form into words.

He wasn’t normally a strong believer in fate or destiny, but it seemed like there was no way they would have found the patchwork versions of his old house and Jerry’s tree without some other force guiding him. So, following that logic, something wanted him to find them. Something wanted him to be reminded of home, with poor recreations that made him more sad than anything else.

What he had told Tom was true, though he would have preferred to keep it to himself. Jordan wanted to go home. He wasn’t exactly sure where that was, though. He’d had so many homes; what was it that he was longing for? The house on the hill back in Mianite? His spector dimension in Ruxomar? Or perhaps the Fortress of Fury? Or was it something less tangible than a place?

He leaned against the doorway, staring out at the land they’d arrived in. No matter where home actually was for him, he was sure that this wouldn’t be it. It felt too foreign, like someone had tried to recreate a world but forgot how the blocks were supposed to be placed. And beyond that, it was too quiet. He hadn’t seen a single person after escaping from Star, and he had been running around for hours. Nothing like the bustling towns of Dagrun or Urulu, but also not like the tranquility that the land of Mianite had possessed, at least when he’d first arrived.

It was silent; barren, and dead, void of anything Jordan knew. There wasn’t any life, barring the hostile monsters that permeates every dark corner and the animals Star had kept in her miniature paradise. After he’d fallen into the ground, the silence got even louder. It seeped into him, making his skin crawl. He wasn’t normally averse to silence, but the void inside his head pushed away even his own thoughts, leaving nothing but emptiness and a faint uncomfortable tingle.

Mulling over it, Jordan felt an uncharacteristic thrill of excitement at the idea of exploring this new world Sure, it wasn’t home - it never would be - but this would be a fun adventure.

“Jordan!” He spun around at Tom’s shout, blankly looking at him. Tom rolled his eyes. “Glad to see you’re back from dreamland. I called your name five million times!”

“You’re exaggerating.” Jordan told him as he sat down near Tom, facing away from the door.

“Whatever. What were you thinking about?”

“Ah, nothing.” Jordan didn’t meet his friend’s eyes, fixating instead on the hem of his shirt that he decided needed straightening.

Tom didn’t find his answer too convincing. He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t try to hide things from me, boy. You’re a terrible liar.”

The other man looked up. “What was that?”

“Don’t change the subject!”

Jordan raised his arm and pointed at Tom. “No, there is was again! Tom, what’s up with your voice?”

He unconsciously put a hand to his throat. “What do you mean?” He was sure this was a ploy by Jordan to get him to forget about Jordan’s daydreaming, but he sounded so genuinely concerned that he decided to humor his friend.

“It’s... I don’t know. It’ like your voice was coming from behind a wall, or playing from a recording. It was you, but it’s not.”

He rolled his eyes. “Nice try, Jordan. That doesn’t even make sense.”

Jordan stared at him, biting his lip. “And now it’s back to normal... Tom, you’re sure you don’t feel sick or something?”

Tom stood up and brushed off his pants, placing another torch next to the entrance they had made before he filled it with spruce planks. “I’m not, but you are. Go to sleep.”

“I’m not tired.”

The zombie rolled his eyes and placed down a bed he’d made from the extra planks and some wool he’d picked up while digging Jordan and himself out of their hole. And when Jordan didn’t make a move towards it, Tom walked up behind his friend, took a firm hold of his collar and lifted him like a sack of potatoes, throwing him ungraciously sideways onto the bed.

“What the-- how the hell?!” Jordan spluttered, sucking in a breath when he saw the furious look on Tom’s face.

“Shut up. Close your eyes and pretend to sleep, and keep that mouth closed.” His voice was harsh, scratchy, and when Jordan propped himself up on his elbow, he could have sworn Tom’s eyes were glowing cherry red like hot coals.

Then he refocused, and they went back to their normal void black color.

“Maybe I do need some sleep...” he admitted softly, slipping under the blanket and resting his head on the pillow. He slid his eyes closed, not expecting to be able to sleep no matter what he tried, but within moments he felt his consciousness slip away and his breathing deepened.

Tom let out the breath he realized he was holding. Apparently, getting angry at the stubborn man was the only way to win a fight.

He plopped himself down in front of what would be the door and set to taking inventory, and repairing what he could. His diamond pickaxe served him well, but already he could see the wear and tear on the connection between the head and handle. He needed a real weapon, but judging from the quilted land, there wasn’t anything like the powerful metals and alloys they had had access to in Ruxomar.

Although, it wouldn’t exactly be hard to get good gear, especially with the diamonds he’d stolen from Star. They weren’t actually stolen, he knew, but it made him feel better to think he’d taken them away from her against her will. Tom glanced at the crafting table he’d stupidly placed across the room and decided he was too comfortable to get up and make gear from it tonight.

He decided that by the end of the next day, both he and Jordan would have full diamond gear. He smirked. They’d be decked out and Tucker’ll be running around with a wooden pickaxe again.

Face falling into a neutral expression, he tugged off the leather chestplate he’d looted from the replica of Jordan’s old house. It wasn’t in the best shape either - none of the gear he’d gotten from those chests was new. Lots of small scratches, and one big gash that had cut deep almost all the way through from the left shoulder to right hip.

The stuff he’d found were most likely spares for emergencies, he surmised. Just like when Jordan would put away gear in his basement for easy access during purges.

Tom grinned to himself. Purges in this world would be exciting. So many resources just laying around, and with the amount of mobs that spawn during the night, he’d be able to have level 30 enchants on every piece of armor and weapon he wanted.

Laying aside the chestplate, he picked up the worn iron sword and started doing what he could to repair some of the damage. He heard a zombie groan loudly right behind him, and he jumped. Then he stole a glance at the bed to make sure Jordan didn’t see him get scared by something so small. Well, he wasn’t scared, of course, just startled.

He straightened out his shoulders and went back to his task, ignoring that nagging embarrassment at the back of his mind. The zombie kept moaning and groaning but he soon tuned it out.

Tom’s head began dipping and jerking back up as he fought off sleep. He really should stay awake, this was a new unfamiliar world that didn’t have very friendly inhabitants, but he was just so tired...

When he finally did topple over, the pickaxe he’d been repairing slipped out of his hand and his head landed on the battered chestplate. He curled up in his sleep and dreamed of happy days and a world where they lived free of problems.

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