If Tango Is A Blazeling And Fire Turns Blue On Soul Soul Does That Mean He Takes Dust Baths In Soul Soil

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patiently waiting for someone to come up with a full fledged au about grian’s robot children, grumbot, jrumbot, grumbot prime, and emperor grumbot, going on adventures ala the batfam or perhaps ducktales

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THIS has been driving me insane /pos

Like. Satan below you cannot just drop that on me.

Fucking. Yeah Jimmy knows Tango was excited to see him again. There were tears shed in that tunnel and horns blown and they were so overjoyed and borderline overwhelmed to find each other again.

The smile Tango had when he promised to "ranch it up" soon? And the way Tango's face lit up when Jimmy showed him the ranch? Surely Tango wanted to be Jimmy's rancher again.

But there was something in the way Tango's face fell when confronted with the fact that he hadn't told Jimmy about his arrangements at Gobland. The way Tango stepped away and picked at his cuticles, refusing to meet Jimmy's eyes while he explained what fWhip had promised.

It activated Jimmy's flight response, for whatever reason. He wanted to run and hide away from everyone, but also drop to his knees and beg Tango to stay. Maybe apologize for ever thinking to build the ranch. He'd clutch at the thick fur cloak and tell Tango he'd take the ranch down, to forget about everything that happened, apologize for wasting his time.

But he didn't. He stood in place and made a compromise with Tango. He'd keep his work and home separate, do whatever fWhip wanted and live in Tumble Town, at the ranch.

And Jimmy was fine with it! He was estatic! He couldn't stop thinking about his rancher living with him again. His soulmate, in Tumble Town.

Except Tango hadn't visited since the day he unveiled the ranch.

Jimmy would check in every day, finding no signs of visitors except himself. The place was collecting dust - faster than normal as it was the mesa - but dust nonetheless. Jimmy starts to wonder if maybe he forced Tango to play into his wishes of being soulmates again.

What if Tango had completely moved on from Double Life? He certainly seemed like it. Working for and possibly living with fWhip, completely changing his look, barely associating with Jimmy at all even when he promised - he promised - he would? What if Jimmy was stuck in the past. Stuck missing someone who wanted nothing to do with him anymore, missing the only smidge of a good life he would get with the one person who genuinely loved him.

He was always stuck in the past though. Constantly thinking about where he went wrong or what could've been or what he should've said or shouldn't have said. He just couldn't get with the times. He couldn't grow up and accept life.

Jimmy sobbed. The force of the noise nearly sent him backwards into the sand, though it wouldn't have been that much of a fall.

He was currently sat on his railroad tracks, just in front of the train Scar built. His communicator sat in his hands with Tango's name pulled up, ready to send a whisper to. He was online. Jimmy could easily send the message. But his hands were shaking too much.

Jimmy sniffled and wiped his eyes on his sleeve. He sucked in a breath and typed as quick as he could before his body let out another sob.

You whispered to Tango: do you still like me?

He wanted to drop or even throw his comm but he held it tight, waiting for Tango to respond. He didn't expect anything immediate. He was sure Tango was busier than busy right now. He hated bothering him with such a stupid question.

As Jimmy went to wipe his eyes again his comm buzzed in his hands.

Tango whispered to you: that's an odd question to ask out of nowhere

Tango whispered to you: of course I do. is something wrong lovely?

Jimmy hiccupped, sobbing harder. The nickname was too soft, too domestic for him. This was a whole different world. Tango didn't have to call him pet names or even pretend to care anymore. They weren't soulmates anymore.

You whispered to Tango: i'm sorry i'm still stuck on the ranchers. you can live with fwhip if you want to and forget about me

Jimmy gasped in a breath. He's forgotten to breathe. He needed to breathe. He couldn't suffocate now, the death message would show up in chat and Tango would come check on him and he didn't want to see Tango right now.

Tango whispered to you: songbird are you ok?

Tango whispered to you: why would i do that why are you sorry?

Tango whispered to you: talk to me please

Against his better judgement, Jimmy typed back. Maybe it was some stupid child-like hope he had yet to let go of.

You whispered to Tango: it's ok if you moved on from the ranchers you don't have to pretend because of me i'll live

Tango whispered to you: can i come over?

Jimmy hiccupped and shook his head, replying far too quickly for his own comfort.

You whispered to Tango: no

Tango whispered to you: alright

Tango whispered to you: why would you think i moved on?

Jimmy shivered as the sun began to set and the mesa grew terribly cold. Still he didn't move from the tracks.

You whispered to Tango: you haven't visited and you went to live with fwhip we haven't even talked until now

You whispered to Tango: if you don't want to live at the ranch just tell me

Jimmy watched his comm for a while after that. The minutes that passed dragged on for phantom hours. Jimmy felt a panic rise in his chest that maybe Tango was coming over. But Tango wouldn't break that boundary would he? Even when Jimmy had been so clear on it?

His comm rattled against the rails and Jimmy nearly jumped out of his skin.

Tango whispered to you: jim i absolutely do want to live at the ranch and with you

Tango whispered to you: why would you think i wouldn't?

Tango whispered to you: i'm sorry i haven't been over, fwhip gave me a massive project and i totally got caught up in it

Jimmy sniffed and wiped his eyes. The tears were slowing and he was able to breathe without breaking down into sobs.

Tango whispered to you: you're my rancher jimmy

Tango whispered to you: i'm sorry i made you feel like you weren't

Jimmy finally picks himself up and begins the walk back to his home with weak knees and shaky hands. And he hears nothing in the tunnel.

You whispered to Tango: it's ok. sorry for bothering you with my dumb brain

Tango whispered to you: hey don't put yourself down and you don't need to apologize to me

Tango whispered to you: how about we spend a whole day together to make up?

Jimmy shucks off his dirty boots and shrugs off his vest, hanging it on a coat rack. His hat goes along side it.

You whispered to Tango: just the two of us?

Tango whispered to you: just the two of us

Jimmy snakes his belt from under the loops and drops it next to his boots.

You whispered to Tango: ok

Tango whispered to you: thank you

Tango whispered to you: get some sleep buttercup i'll see you soon

You whispered to Tango: goodnight tango

the thing about hermitcraft and evil doppelgangers is that they ARE pretty normalized. barely anyone bats an eye at evil xisuma literally joining the whitelist for season 8. helsknight is just off doing his own thing and wels doesnt seem to pay any mind to it. so the fact false felt the need to keep hers contained in a lab reflects very poorly on one of them and i cant decide which /hj

melts into a puddle

boy i cant wait to have a normal afk session at my megabase i hope no mischievous british men come to disturb the peace

now knowing that all of hermitcraft is technically whitelisted, there is nothing i want more than zedaph spontaneously appearing on empires just so he can still spy on the hermits

"Alright. Cub. What lessons have we learned from this?" Scar asks, tapping a ruler he's gotten from who-knows-where against a mostly incomprehensibly spelled array of signs he's probably been reading for the past twenty minutes.

Cub wouldn't know. He hasn't been listening.

Still, he knows where to go with this. "I don't know, man. I'm still just saying. You, of all people, lecturing me on -"

"I know, I know, but I'm a changed Scar!" Scar says, putting a hand over his heart. "Powers beyond our understanding? Totally over that! Or at least, I totally know when not to mess with them!"

"Uhuh," Cub says.

"You don't have to sound so skeptical," Scar says.

"If I remember right, didn't you get to this season by falling through your weird hole that eats people?"

"It worked perfectly well! And you used llama-powered moon rockets, so really, Cub, let's not get started on moon-induced bad decision making. I have pictures of Moon McGee!"

"Different guy."

"Oh, I see, I see. So, hypothetically, if I hotguy you now -"

"Hotguy? Where's he? I only see Scar here."

The conversation pauses. Scar smirks. "Oh, I see. You know, you really are one of my very good friends. Why, if you said you didn't see me at the scene of the crime, it must be a case of mistaken identity!"

"Exactly, my friend. Exactly," Cub says.

"Ah, we should do more things like - hey, what were we talking about?"

"You were scolding me for the sculk incident," Cub helpfully clarifies.

"Oh, thanks," Scar says. "You know how it is sometimes. It's so easy to lose track of which bad decision we're talking about now."

"I mean. Bad decision to you," Cub says.

"...Cub. What lesson have you learned from this?" Scar asks.

"Next time I tell the fog to let me remember it, because man, the expressions on your faces had to have been hilarious. Like, large-scale sculk attack? Gotta hand it to me, that's a good one."

Scar thinks about it for a moment.

"You know what? Good enough," he says. "Help me tear down these signs. I can't tell what I wrote either."

"Yeah, you've gotta work on that one, buddy," Cub says, taking out an axe.

"I have a very good excuse!" Scar says, throwing up his hands, and Cub laughs as he starts tearing down the scolding signs.