The closeett!! :D

I put myself back iiinn!! :D || Sculked

[ask-smajor]

!!NOTE: THIS IS A ROLEPLAY ASK BLOG!!

This is an ask blog for Scott Smajor!! I've yet to finish watching both Empires seasons as of now but I will try my best to answer in accordance to it if needed :] All asks will be answered in character, and I am okay with lore

Fanons:

Scott is a [redacted information] appearance according to his settings. He has blaze rods around his head that are positioned like a crown. No one knows exactly what he is and he thinks it's funny

Some rules should be in place!!

No NSFW, this should go without saying

No discourse is allowed to be brought up, let's keep this fun

No politics

Don't be too negative!!

A list of other ask blogs

@ask-thebadboys (me as well!!)

@ask-smallishbeans

@ask-grian

@askbdubsblog

@asketho

@ask-mumbojumbo

@ask-jimmy-solidarity

@ask-hotguy

@ask-cuteguy

@ask-gemgem

@askpearlescentmoon

@askrendog

@ask-gtwscar

@ask-tangotek

@ask-docm77

@ask-cubfan

@ask-zedaph

@ask-martyn

@ask-grumbot

@ask-fairy-lizzie

@ask-doccy

@ask-xisuma

@ask-zcleo

@ask-mother-spore

@ask-falsesymmetry

@ask-npc-grian

@ask-welsknight

@ask-stressmonster

@ask-skizzleman

@ask-the-watchers

@askhypnotizd

You will probably see me around on anon signing off as G :]]

@ask-impulse

@ask-keralis

[ask-smajor]

You are the best and should know!

Aww I know I am, thank youu!

[ask-smajor]

This may sound strange, I apologize.

I am the moon, and I am getting platonically married to my best friend Mother Spore. They suggested you for somebody that could run the ceremony to make it official.

@ask-moonbig

Oh? Another marriage! Yes I can absolutely do that for you guys!

[ask-smajor]

Hi friend! We'd like to formally invite you to our wedding! If you'd like to attend please respond by the 7th of October to be added to the wedding party!

With love, @ask-tangotek and @ask-jimmy-solidarity

Oh my gosh it's finally happeniiinng!! Congratulations you both! 🥰

[ask-smajor]

(please enjoy the AskTheArchive Scott lore :D)

Hey buddy,pall,friend,chum,buddy,friend,pall,chum. What have you been doing in your office for so long?

And uh- what the actual heck you mean 'and I was god for awhile"????

- @archivist-of-the-void-institute

Sorry... huh? What office?

And I don't remember saying that...?

[ask-smajor]

Yeah kinda

Or like, I run a blog that has a Scott working radio communication

If the doc from that au were to say something like "oh hi Scott, how's work?"

Also sorry for all the asks t-t I feel like I'm flooding the ask box -

Oh yeah!! Why not I think it'd be fun. I'll just answer as if Scott never got the sculk infection

[ask-smajor]

Like if someone has another scott in their lore and asks you for 'le memes' :D

Sorry to be confusing askmod :")

Oh you mean Scott and Scott interaction or?

[ask-smajor]

Do you take asks about others lore regarding the same character?

Hi I'm sorry what does this mean

[h0t--guy]

Cure.

Contains maybe a mental breakdown

Words - 791

-=×+×=-

“Hey!”

The Catalyst jumped at the shout, turning to meet the eyes of none other than Cute Guy. He felt a smile creep onto his face at the sight. He didn't know why he felt so warm at the sight of the avian. “Hey there, it's been a while, huh?” He wondered, eyes soft despite the pain of the sculk.

Cute Guy slowed his approach when the Catalyst took a wary step back. “It has.. I need to talk to you. It's important.” His tone was urgent, pleading. The Catalyst didn't feel easy about the vigilante’s desperate tone.

“..About what?” He wondered, unsure. Anything he remembered about the avian was negative or cold, but the mere sight of him made him acknowledge the warmth stirring in the Catalyst’s chest. He didn't miss how Cute Guy was wearing a few extra layers, either, a coat covering his arms and gloves on his hands. “It's about you, Hot Guy.” Cute Guy said firmly, a spark of determination in his eyes.

“I'm.. my name is Catalyst.” He began. Cute Guy shook his head. “No. That's a name either you made up or the sculk fed to you.” The avian sneered.

The Catalyst shrunk back shyly. Cute Guy didn't seem to like that. “You're not supposed to be acting this way! It's making me sick!”

Cute Guy grabbed the Catalyst's hands, grip firm as he stepped forward. The Catalyst jumped and tried to pull away. “Wait! No!” The Catalyst shouted, stumbling back, soles unhelpfully scraping across the pavement and causing him to nearly slip. “You'll get infected, you can't-!”

“Listen to me, Hot Guy!” Cute Guy yelled. “This isn't you. You're not the Catalyst.” His tone was firm, as well as his grip on the taller's hands as the infected hero tried to desperately pull away.

Cute Guy got a better grip on one of the taller's wrists, hand tight. “Don't you remember who you are!?”

“Stop it!! Stop, stop-!!” The Catalyst cried. “I don't want to hurt you!” He didn't miss sculk spreading onto Cute Guy's glove.

“Well don't you see what you're saying!? You're supposed to be a hero! An icon, an inspiration! And you're letting yourself be overtaken by sculk!” Cute Guy yelled. The Catalyst shrunk back and tried to twist himself out of Cute Guy's grip.

“I don't know who Hot Guy is, let me go! I'm not him, I'm not-” He was interrupted as Cute Guy used a hand to grab his chin, forcing them into eye contact. The Catalyst’s breathing stuttered as he yanked back weakly.

Cute Guy's expression was firm, his eyes barely visible through his neon visor. “Fight it, damnit! Don't you have anything to fight for!? You're a hero for gods sakes! Fight the sculk!”

“I don't- I don't have anything, now let go!!” The Catalyst backed away, eyes wide, fearful. Cute Guy just followed.

“Nothing!? I don't believe that. You have to have at least one thing, the city, the people, your friends? Family!?”

“I don't have that! They only like me because-”

“Yes you do! The people who talk to you, the people who comfort you, they haven't left you.” Cute Guy took another step forward, The Catalyst stumbling and bumping into a wall. “They love you, Hot Guy, because you matter to them. You matter to me.”

The Catalyst stopped, eyes going wide behind his visor. “..What?”

“You matter to me. Hot Guy, please..” Cute Guy's hand loosened from his chin, lowering away from him.

The Catalyst stared.. one of the only few people he could truly remember in this state, the only person he felt truly mattered, the vigilante he knew he had been chasing the very tail end of for months… The Catalyst mattered, to him? Warmth bloomed in his chest, tears filling his eyes, choked breaths threatening to turn into sobs.

“Besides..” Cute Guy raised the hand again, putting it on Hot Guy's shoulder, trailing fingers up to his cheek before cupping it fully. He moved his thumb to brush away a tear. “What about that trinket you promised to give me?”

Sculk slowly melted away, dripping on the ground, flickers of flame sparking and solidifying. Warm blaze rods danced around the hero's head, the sculk’s stars being put out in fantastic colorful bursts of warmth and light as he lifted his hand to cup Cute Guy's own.

“I promised..” Hot Guy smiled, or grimaced, tears spilling in rivers of relief and shame, “I promised.”

“..Yeah. You promised.” Cute Guy didn't care about the trinket in that moment, really. All he cared about, in weeks of planning, failing, hoping, and waiting, was to get the hero back home.

After all, Hot Guy reminded him of someone he used to know.

[ask-smajor]

I don't feel well....

[ask-smajor]

Nope, false alarm. Everything's fine

[ask-smajor]

That's.... not right-

[ask-smajor]

I don't feel well....

[ask-smajor]

Nope, false alarm. Everything's fine

[ask-smajor]

I don't feel well....

[ask-smajor]

Scott watches in a mix of horror and trepidation as the shimmering sculk spreads from the back of his hand to his forearm. It feels cold, but.. familiar? It was like the cool embrace of space, but something was off, like something crucial was missing.

Like it was wrong.

Doc continues to watch him with his mismatched eyes, pupils slowly following the sculk moving up the arm, with an eerie stillness.

-@ask-docm77

Scott stared at the stars, watching it make it's way up his trembling arm. Why was it doing that? It... its not supposed to do that. In a swift moment, the white silky hair on his head changed to a warm purple. The glossy blackness of his bug eyes went away, and we're replaced by irises that matched his hair. Patches of starry space appeared all over as his shirt changed to a light, desaturated blueish purple. The lime green wings on his back shrivelled up and then disappeared

He winced at how the new stars felt on his skin. The greenish teal of the darkness didn't match the warm dark purple of the night on him. These stars... it didn't feel like he was among them... it felt more like they were consuming him

[mouse-doubleo100]

this sucks so bad i need to (remembers suicide jokes are unhealthy) spread the skulk

[ask-smajor]

Ahh... it... it keeps spreading.... this isn't good...

[ask-smajor]

There are five kids and three chairs. What do you do?

? Get 2 more chairs so all of them can sit down

Why are there kids here anyway??

[ask-grian]

Hi Grian!! Welcome back!! Happy late birthdayyy! Here's one of those pretty flowers as a gift :]

He hands Grian a dark blueish purple flower that looks exactly like the night sky

- @ask-smajor

Aww, thanks Scott. This makes up for our last conversation for sure :]

[ask-smajor]

Come on, our last conversation wasn't THAT bad :D