Jimmysolidarity Stories

Tango had always seen himself as a weapon. Not in the poetic sense, not metaphorically-no, in his mind he was something built to burn, a walking catastrophe dressed up like a person. Anything beautiful or green that he touched seemed destined to wither, curl inward, burst into flame, and die. It wasn't his fault, not really. He was a blaze hybrid, after all. Fire clung to him the way breath clung to others. His hair burned with living flame, flickering wild and hot unless he was sleeping or truly, deeply calm. Only then did it shift into something gentler: golden locks, soft and shimmering like sunlight instead of wildfire. Even the puffball at the tip of his tail-usually a small comet trailing sparks-could cool into a warm, glowing gold when his mind settled. Most of the time, though, it burned. So he avoided anything green. Plants recoiled from him, leaves crisping if he stepped too close. He stuck to industrial spaces instead: metal catwalks, stone corridors, redstone workshops where nothing living could be harmed by his presence. He carved out his home in places where fire was expected. His eyes were striking in a way that made people flinch before they realized they'd done it. The sclera were a deep burnt red, like embers cooling in a furnace, while the irises were bright and molten-almost too alive, too intense, like staring into a forge mouth. People didn't always know where to look when they talked to him. And so, after enough awkward pauses and nervous glances, Tango started wearing goggles. The tinted lenses hid the fire in his eyes and the freckles scattered across his cheeks-small, dark flecks like soot across pale skin. He didn't mind hiding. It was easier that way. Easier for him. Easier for everyone he might accidentally burn.

Welcome to the Realms, a world I built from shards of Minecraft and Double Life lore and a lot of imagination for the sole purpose of housing our wonderful Ranchers. You're about to embark on a journey across time, but it will all be worth it when the souls of those bound to each other are finally united. I ask for your patience as we progress through the creation of the Realm, and the days that follow, until we ultimately reach the time when our Ranchers can settle down in a place called home. ~~ Enjoy the ride!

A book about the Hanahaki Disease! This time with Jimmy, Scott and Tango! (This was asked for by a few people from my book Unrequited Love) (About the Hanihaki Disease: A disease that happens when a person falls in love with another, but the other doesn't feel the same way) Scott had always loved Jimmy, ever since they became the Flower Husbands in Empires Season 1. He was sure he had a chance with Jimmy, since he made the man happy and they loved each other. But everything changed after Double Life. I do not ship the irl creators, only their in-game personas! Takes place after Double Life in Empires Season 2. Cover art is not mine!

"Canary call, the first to fall," he repeated what Martyn had said to him. "Are you going to be the one to kill me this time?" Stuck in a cycle of endless death and rebirth. Fight and fight, the curse of the canary stays standing, just as he had. But even the greatest of statues erode with time. One last time, that would be all he needed. Losing was not an option. aka jimmy being sad for 5000+ words woo I finally stopped procrastinating on the cover and now it's here

Just an angsty short story I wrote. :) Also on AO3!(Same username and title)

It's almost Christmas and Scott feels very single and very alone. Cleo tries to be the best wingman they can be, but of course Scott is stubborn. Fortunately for Scott, Lady Luck smiles upon him. And there might just be someone waiting for him underneath the mistletoe. Christmas prompt: "Christmas is so close, I can almost smell the mistletoe I'm never going to get kissed under."

This is an AU where everyone mysteriously swaps Empires! I am working on this story with @PhantasmaCreeps and @FlickeringCandle1, so don't go saying I copied them or they copied me please. I will be doing Pixlriffs POV, Phantansma will be doing Scott's POV, and FlickeringCandle1 will be doing Lizzie's POV. Art by Phantasma! Enjoy :]

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"Huh. Well I guess that's it." Grian turned toward the pedestal in the center of the island. "That's the end, completed." "It's been fun." He breathed a gentle sigh of relief, and jumped. Everything faded to black. Or My personal take on the end of Evo as it fits into my au

Why am I making this book when I have 2 other books in the making? I don't know (9/25/2023) oh god I've sped Hermitcraft into the mix ____________ Started this book on 6/18/2023!! ____________ (Stopped caring about this lol) #7 in jimmysolidarity on 6/29/2023 #5 in Orionsound on 6/29/2023

Jimmy had never been the cool guy, with his superman and sheriff related nerdiness surrounded by a school (and family) of popular kids. It was okay though, he still had his older siblings. But was it? Did he really feel alright being left out and friendless? What happens when one day he is given an opportunity to learn to be cool... Or Jimmy Solidarity but he's Jeremy Heere from Be More Chill. --- I was recently introduced to Be More Chill (I listened to Michael in the Bathroom beforehand) and thought, hey, isn't Jimmy also left out to a horrid point? Like I don't understand why he doesn't have a complete villian arc already so I decided to kinda give him one with the SQUIP (Watcher). I feel like his character matches perfectly except he has no Michael. So given that, its gonna be even more angsty than normal. Enjoy! ----- Title from More than Survive from Be More Chill

He wants to erase any fear and anxiety inside Jimmy, he wants to erase the frost that has threatened himself for far too long, longer than Tango even realises sometimes. He wants to pencil them together, connect them with as many red noodles as it takes, tie the soul bond between them tighter, keep them closer together, until there is no space, no room for fear, frost, doubt. Just them, together. Is that what love is? {In which a moment is shared, a realisation is made, and Tango knows, truly knows love-all with Jimmy's help.}

Part two of "Is this true love...." Same like warnings but I'll put them here again. -No smut because I literally just can't write it, it's either cringe or just so bad I can't even think about it. -Angst here and there -Anddd some sex jokes and stuff like that so read at your own risk Same story outline but a bit more, how do I put this.... Ah yes angsty..... mahahaha

15 guests arrived at Livingston cabin on December 17th. Some were expected, and some weren't. 15 guests, all with their own stories to unravel. 15 guests, all stuck within the wooden walls. Some lovers, some enemies. Some sinners, and some saints. But one thing was for sure: of the 15 guests that arrived at Livingston cabin, 14 would leave with their lives changed forever, and 1 would be the mastermind behind it all. Shipping the characters, NOT the CCs! This is my December project. I hope you enjoy :)

Scott is kinda on his Elsa arc and Jimmy learns not to touch weird-looking ice. (Rewritten version. Old version has been deleted)

The sound of something shuffling beside him drew Jimmy's attention. He groggily turned his head to the side and nearly fell backwards off the bed as he was overcome with shock. Laying right next to him, still asleep, was none other than Scott. His bare chest on full display and his wrists pinned above his head by a pair of handcuffs attached to the headboard. Memories of last night flooded Jimmy's hungover brain at the sight. Cover art isn't mine! It belongs to entityredacted on tumblr. Link to the original work: https://entityredacted.tumblr.com/post/691024388012785665/mr-sheriff-sir-i-dont-think-you-should-be-making

the cult of watchers

a group of tales from a familiar friend

A collection of short prompts for the month of October. Source: https://x.com/galaxygirl171/status/1839407910939693244?s=46&t=82yGQtycOH1p0V9I9K5wAw ---- Art Credit: @hahaotsegoesbr