Note from Submitter: "I don’t know their tumblers. But these authors are some of my absolute favorites!!!!!" + "the Big Guy in this series is frozen pages and i absolutely love it"
Don't know if you're watching X's stream right now (or already know this), but he mentioned again, missing Biffa. And then talked about how Biffa was one of the first people he watched on YouTube, and how X messaged him before X even started making videos to ask him to play something together. Biffa declined, but after Xisuma started making videos their paths crossed again!
Apparently, Xisuma met False in the same way. He messaged her on YT (again he thinks before he started making videos, apparently he did it a bit) and ended up playing with her & a group!
I thought it'd be something that would interest you, sorry for any bother.
oh wait, what?? no, I was asleep, so I didn't know this!!!!
I said this before and I'll say this again, he really does miss biffa as much as us, huh.
or is it the other way around?
also, he's mentioned missing biffa a lot lately (more so than usual, which is never), wonder what changed
and don't worry, you're not a bother! I love getting asks! /gen
EDIT: started watching it, it's at about it's at about 1:50:00 in case anyone wanted to know
hello, currently watching iskall stream vault hunters and he said ren is the one who invited hbomb since they'd done mccs together. thought you'd enjoy that fact!
Oh my gosh I saw your Legacy post and I saw this earlier so please suffer with me, they really are fading away (Legacy was the losing option when I saw it)
I am in Pain over the Legates and the fact Pearl/Skizz's history with them gets erased please acknowledge Pearl was a Legate it's such interesting lore potential
NOOOOOOO OH GOSH
After i got so attached to them :(
I mean, I guess it's reasonable, with everything that's been going on with the other legates, like Pearl being in Empires, HC and Last Life and Sausage being in Empires and Chin losing interest in minecraft
I don't blame them at all, hell I think it'd better if they'd just end it rather than forcing themselves to make the content,
But I really do hope that they'll wrap up the storyline that they got, it was really interesting and it's really sad to not be able to see where the story would've went when all of them were still online and active,
It's still sad to see it end though, but until it ends I'll still be talking about the smp and will continue to talk about the smp even if it is going to end, Legacy had a not ao big impact on my life but I still made some friends because of it,
And yes please acknowledge us people of legacyblr pspspspsps we have literal angst fot you. All laid out perfectly, we have our dragon slayer and our funny man that disappeared for months and was found in the nether and then disappeared again.
Also pspspsps @kalamity @kikunai @nightshade125 @silverwolf53 suffer with me now
i can't stop putting joel in things so... bodyguard au joel. used to run with the crew but they parted ways so joel could follow his dream acting/screenwriting/whatever. they haven't mentioned adam's new gig to him until they're on the same set/at an event and they see each. and they can't talk then but joel corners them & wants to know when *this* happened (he follows zero of them on social media. rahul gets offended for adam that joel doesn't follow them on social media.)
The ballroom is bustling with people who either are somebody or want to be somebody. The loud drone of people chatting about this movie or that TV show is overwhelming, and if Adam didn’t have to be here, he would be as far away as physically possible from this place. Thankfully, Rahul is (of course) doing all the talking, Adam half-listening as he nurses a drink to keep himself occupied. There’s a fair amount of bodyguards here, too, and mindlessly, he wonders if any of them are also in relationships with the people they’re protecting. He’s willing to bet money that they aren’t.
Over Rahul’s shoulder, he catches a glance of someone. It’s familiar, and Rahul glances at Adam when he straightens up and scans the crowd. There, next to a small woman who Adam thinks he might have seen on TV last week, is...huh. Joel smiles at him through the crowd, decked out in a suit so flashy that Adam finds it hard to believe that he’s not the celebrity. But he knows Joel (knew? Man, it’s been a while), and by the way he’s keeping his arm down, he’s got a holster tucked under his shoulder. Bold move. But then again, Joel could be summed up by “bold move”.
As much as Adam wants to make his way over, they know their roles. He looks at Rahul and gives him a reassuring smile, and when he turns back to Joel, his eyebrows are furrowed in questioning. Adam nods his chin toward Rahul in front of him, and Joel’s jaw drops open in a dramatic display of disbelief. Adam chuckles into his drink, and starts mentally planning to figure out how to go and talk to him.
Somehow, but not surprisingly, Joel is outside when they leave. Adam’s about to ask Rahul to give them some privacy, but Joel comes out no holds barred. It makes something deep in Adam feel whole again—something he didn’t even know was missing.
“When did this happen?”
Adam shrugs. “Maybe six, seven months ago?”
“And you never told me?”
“Never came up. Besides, how do you not know? It’s all over.”
Joel squints at Adam, and Adam feels oddly intimidated. “Bold of you to assume I follow any of you assholes on social media.”
“Wait, you don’t? Aren’t you like, friends?” Rahul chimes in, and Joel pivots to give him a thorough once-over.
“Of course we’re friends.”
Rahul grumbles something about that not being an answer at all, folding his arms over his chest defensively. Adam can’t help the fond smile, which Joel clocks, ever the profiler, and gasps.
“You’re dating? Oh, you nasty man, getting involved with the person you work with. That’s called transference, you know.”
“I thought that was just for therapists,” Adam points out, but Joel isn’t listening.
Joel is, instead, on his phone, sending a text to Bruce that he’s not even trying to hide from Adam. No doubt lecturing him for keeping secrets, that he expects to be fully debriefed on everyone’s personal lives the next time he runs a mission with them.
“Look, I do want to catch up with you, Joel,” Adam says as Joel types, keeping one eye on the words, “but we should get going. And besides—I didn’t know you were what’s-her-face’s bodyguard either. Kind of goes both ways, don’t you think?”
“It was only for tonight, and Cameron’s a friend. She needed my help.”
When he sends the text, he looks back up, placing a hand on the side of Adam’s arm. He really does regret letting life get in the way of his relationship with Joel, but between his crew and Rahul, and Joel’s screenwriting career taking off more than any of them expected, it was really inevitable.
“We’ll get coffee. I want all the dirty details.”
Rahul laughs, and Adam leans in to mutter, “You could probably just ask James for those.”
who are some of your favourite rt people? or general personalities. (also i can't be bothered to stay anon so hi, i'm that one who followed you through fandoms! and who also thinks risinger is pretty great!)
Ah, hi! It’s good to know who you are!
In terms of RT, tbh I don’t watch that much of a variety of their content, mostly just because I don’t have enough time to start anything new at the moment. I started off watching Achievement Hunter, so I mostly watch their content, and I’ve been trying to watch all of the On the Spot episodes up to the present, so I really only know a decent amount about the AH crew and Jon. Everyone else I just know a little bit about from the times they’ve been on On the Spot. If I had to pick my favorite RT peeps, I’d have to say Jon, obviously, Barbara, even though I don’t know all that much about her, and honestly Matt, because he’s just a blessing. Of course, I love everyone in the company that I know of, but those three are just particularly my faves atm
24 w/ james/adam/elyse??? idk im on a killemses kick
send me a ship and a number!
24) things you said with clenched fists
“I’m sorry,” Adam murmurs, looking down at his clasped hands. “I should’ve told you guys sooner.”
“Adam,” James says, calling his attention. He repeats “Adam,” putting emphasis on the word until Adam looks at him. Adam’s nervous eyes meet James’ warm ones. “You should have. But you don’t have to be sorry.”
Adam shrugs, says nothing. Elyse bumps their shoulders together, leaning into him when she’s done. Says, “Hey. You really shouldn’t be sorry. In fact, I think...” she looks at James, sees him nod at her, small smile on his face. “In fact, I know... that we have a crush on you, too, you big dummy.”
“Huh?” Adam turns to look at her. She smiles at him and he turns back to James, whose smile grows. “Are you pranking me?”
James shakes his head while Elyse punches his arm lightly. She says, “No, Adam. We aren’t.”
“I’m actually surprised you haven’t noticed,” James says softly. Adam’s eyes widen at this. He opens his mouth but no words come out.
Elyse shakes her head, mostly in jest, “I told you we should’ve been more obvious about it!”
James snorts, “The only way we could’ve been more obvious was by climbing into his lap in public and just making out.”
“Ah yes, a step above from what we do in private,” Elyse jokes.
There’s a silence between them while they wait for Adam to collect him thoughts. Elyse exchanges a look with James, asking him Should we talk to him? which James replies to with a look of, Let him get there.
Adam does get there. He opens his mouth again, says, “Well. Fuck.” His surprised laugh makes Elyse laugh, makes James smile.
Elyse drops a hand onto Adam’s loosely clenched fist, runs her thumb down the knuckles. “C’mon, relax, Adam. You got us.”
“Yeah,” James says softly. He drops a hand onto Adam’s other fist. “You do.”
Adam’s smile is tentative, hopeful, warm. Speaks of a shared future and more happiness to come along the way.
Summary: After a messy break-up, Geoff finds a way to get Ryan and Gavin back together again. Only, neither of them know it yet.
Warnings: N/A
WordCount: ~3250
James glares at the obnoxiously green dressed man stood in front of the throne. Geoff looks so smug, like this is some great plan of his come to life; and if James wasn't a newly appointed king trying to avoid multiple wars - he would strangle him. Instead, he has to settle for glaring.
“You're asking me,” He starts, slowly, like Geoff isn't sure what he just said, “to be Gavin’s - essentially your adopted child, who hates me - date to a ball?”
Geoff nods, says, “Yep.”
“So that we can work out who's trying to poison you.”
“Exactly.”
James throws his arms up, frustrated, “And you don't see any possible way this could go wrong?!” Geoff walks over, putting an arm around James’ shoulders, turning him and walking them both towards the door.
“Look, Ryan-”
“I don't go by that anymore.”
“Asshole, then. Listen. You broke my kid's heart and I get that you had reason to, but also, I don't care. This is your one chance to fix it, apologise, fuck, whatever the hell, I don't care. As long as he stops fucking moping around. Besides, I'm pretty sure the threat of poison isn't actually real - I don't think the Haus Lands care enough to try pulling any of that off.” Geoff stops at the doorway. The red carpet under James’ feet feels like it's giving way. Or he can't support his own body weight anymore. He wishes he could tell which, “See you tonight.”
James can barely turn around to argue before the throne room doors close with a resounding slam. One of the guards gives him an apologetic look. James ignores it, storms off back to his guest room.
He should've known, really, that this was a bad idea. It had ‘bad idea’ written all over it. Why would he ever return to this kingdom after what happened? He should've known Geoff was planning something - he's been planning something since that meeting happened.
Mica’s waiting in the guest room for him, raising an eyebrow as he enters. She waves towards him and James ignores her.
“Wow, I'm guessing you didn't take it well then?”
James turns to glare at her, “You knew?” and Mica shrugs, holds up an outfit.
“Of course,” She says, simply, “I do still talk to Jeremy, you know, even if you fucked it up with Gavin.”
“How did Jeremy know?” James stares at her in disbelief.
“We know everything, you should have gotten that by now.” She says, “Come on, try this on for me, I need to see if it looks okay.” James begrudgingly stands, lets Mica shimmy him out of his shirt. It's a lot lighter than what he wears in his own kingdom. No cloaks for a start. But Geoff's kingdom is known for its greenery, mild weather and soft sunlight. James’ is known for harsh winters and stones. Maybe it's a reflection of self, James couldn't say.
Besides, right now he is terrified. The outfit looks good, actually, he looks really good. Mica works miracles. James would love to appreciate it but instead, he's sat on the bed, Mica petting his hair as he considers everything that's gone wrong ever in his life. Even she's given up trying to comfort him. She's given him the best debrief she can on what's going to happen. It's just a standard ball, the usual type where people are trying to form alliances, catch up on gossip (the type James always preferred not to attend.) James and Gavin are posing as a couple since their power combined puts them in a good spot (and Geoff is trying to hook them up? Break them up?) Then finally, they need to watch for any attempts to poison Geoff.
“And we never speak again.” James whines. Mica nods, hums at him.
“Yep. Of course, sure.” James looks up at her with a squint and she shrugs innocently. “Oh, I also got you flowers!” She reaches behind her, pulling a large bouquet of red roses from the wardrobe.
James raises an eyebrow, “As much as I appreciate your help, Mica-” She whacks him with the flowers.
“These are for you to give to Gavin,” Mica tells him, before standing fully, brushing her dress off. It's elegant, black and purple, with metal shoulder plates and a carefully padded metal helmet she picks up from the bedside table. James stands, follows her out, adjusting his shirt, pulling his belt properly. He has to look dignified, at least. He doesn't feel it, but he has to look it. She leads the way with her helmet under her arm. James only briefly considers running in the other direction. She walks the halls like she owns them, knows the path like she knows their castle. James does not look like a king next to her.
She doesn't even wait before she knocks. James’ heart still feels like it's beating out of his chest as the door inches open, Jeremy glaring out at him. James thrusts the flowers forwards and Mica laughs loudly.
“Good start.” Jeremy mutters, swings the door open more, “Your date is here!” He calls back to the room, to Gavin.
He's sat on the bed, arms folded, lip stuck out. He looks good, James hates to say it. He's wearing green robes, adorned with gold edges. He pushes himself up, his arms remaining folded anyway. Jeremy puts the flowers onto an already cluttered desk - giving a knowing look to Gavin. Gavin isn’t even paying him attention, instead, he's staring James dead in the eyes and James can’t look away, can’t speak, feels like he’s completely caught in some kind of magic.
“You’re early.” Gavin finally says, his shoulders drop ever so slightly. James thinks his entire body drops.
“Um, yeah,” James says, eloquent. Mica throws her arm around his shoulders and Gavin’s face brightens.
“Oh, Mica! Are you going with us?!” James feels a bit insulted Gavin’s happier to see her than him, but also he doesn’t blame him at all. Though, how did Mica remain on good terms with Gavin, whilst Jeremy looks like he’s a few seconds from stabbing James at any given time? Even now, James can feel his eyes piercing his neck, almost as sharp as the blade he wants to shove in there.
“We’ll be escorting you there, and be around, but no, you’re going to be mostly alone, I’m afraid,” Mica tells him, gesturing over at Jeremy. Jeremy apologetically shrugs, James is sure he'd have preferred to keep an eye on them. “Anyway, we need to go do something quick, you don’t mind us leaving you, no, okay!” Mica grabs Jeremy’s arm, pulls him out of the room with a squeaked protest and then the door closes. And James and Gavin are left alone. Neither of them speak for far too long, instead they spill over, fill the room with an unbearable tension. Gavin’s eyes never leave James. He stands and holds a hand out to him.
“For tonight,” Gavin says, simply.
James nods and shakes Gavin's hand, “Tonight.” Gavin smiles and James realises how much he’s missed it.
James didn’t anticipate how quickly Mica and Jeremy were going to leave. She’d already looked disappointed when she came back in and James and Gavin were still glowering lowly at each other. James thought the fact they were even tolerating each other’s presence was a good start, honestly. He can’t fix how badly he fucked up in only a few minutes. Maybe not ever, even if the fuck up was more of a mutual fucking up. The fact Gavin refuses to even acknowledge that stings a little. They both needed each other and they both let each other down.
They’ve been at the ball less than a minute and James turns to ask Mica who someone is and she’s gone. Gavin tilts his head, seems a little confused they’ve left so quickly too. Neither Mica or Jeremy are anywhere in sight, even. Vanished amongst the crowds of large dresses, sharply dressed men, servants rushing around and the two are left alone in the midst. Gavin straightens his back, links his arm into James’ and walks forward with his head held high. James follows, he can act. He’s been taught this for a long time, he knows how to do this. Gavin doesn’t look at him, just keeps his eyes on the crowd. But, it’s not long until they find a quiet corner, where they can both observe the room.
“I hope you know I’m only doing this to protect Geoff,” Gavin says. Still doesn’t look at James. James looks straight ahead too. He feels like they’re both children and he hates it but, this was why he fell in love with Gavin, wasn't it? A breath of fresh air on his first adventure outside his own kingdom. He was light, humorous, and made James laugh. James laughed more with Gavin than he had for a long time. Then, life had to go and ruin things.
“I’m well aware,” James replies, and Gavin finally turns his head, looks at James’ chin with a squint.
“So why are you here then?”
James takes a little while to answer, “Geoff didn’t really give me an option.” And somehow that has Gavin moving, standing in front of James in shock.
“You’re a bloody King?! You can say no to him!”
“Geoff is a very persuasive person,” James tries to explain but Gavin isn’t done.
“He did the door shutting trick on you, didn’t he? He always does that on me!” James nods - unsure how else to reply - and then it’s almost like Gavin remembers why they’re in this position, crosses his arms and stands next to him again. He leans on James, very slightly, but his eyes scan over the ballroom, completely concentrated on what’s happening.
James still doesn’t recognise most of the kings. He lived a fairly secluded life in his kingdom. His parents had always been protective: of him, of their land, of their crown. It’s almost ironic, how it all went happened. James leaves for an adventure, his last chance to leave the kingdom on his own terms and comes back an orphan, the king of a kingdom nobody trusts, a potential lover left behind only to see him months later in a meeting to find out he’s a crown prince. It wasn’t a good start to the whole thing, and he knows he’s naive. He’s only just managing to shake off the whole idea of being ‘mad’ and who knew that those science experiments in his teens would come back to haunt him? At one point another king comes over and talks to Gavin, completely ignores James, and he’s later informed that was Michael, another king. With a side note that he’s so out of touch, it’s actually kind of funny (James glares at Gavin a little for that one but he’s ignored. As always.)
“You know him, right?” Gavin murmurs as Geoff approaches, a glass held high, water. James doesn’t give him a response.
“You two don’t look very couply.” Geoff comments and James regrets ever wishing to see him at this party. He’s trying to help save his life and this is the treatment he gets?
“I’m sorry Geoffrey, would you prefer me to be snogging him in the bathroom?” Gavin retorts, puts his hands on his hips and Geoff rolls his eyes, pushes Gavin away with one hand.
His voice goes low, suddenly, pulls in closer to both of them, “I saw somebody head upstairs, I’m not sure what it is they’re doing but I think it’s probably worth you checking it out.” James glances up at the stairs, sees Gavin do the same. Gavin nods, before beginning to quietly lead James over to them. There are two guards stood there, and Geoff calls them both over, with some meaningless task that James isn’t even sure what Geoff was asking of them. Gavin doesn’t even seem to care either, instead drags James up the stairs, the sounds of the party falling out below them.
The two walk in silence, peeking around corridors and into rooms as discreetly as possible. James isn’t sure why Geoff couldn’t have just told them more about who they’re looking for, but Gavin dragged them both off so quickly James isn’t surprised if he just didn’t have time to. Gavin peeks in a room and James hears something, pushes Gavin in, shuts the door behind them.
James hisses, “Somebody’s coming.” Gavin looks over at the door, back at James with an alarmed look.
“A guard?”
“Yeah.” They still. James ignores the feeling of Gavin’s breath on his neck, listens to metal scraping against metal, the sound getting closer and then suddenly-
Gavin’s lips are on James’, leaning him back against the wall and James’ eyes widen, he goes to automatically push Gavin off before the door opens, a guard stood there, frozen in place. Gavin pulls away, his arms still bracketing James’ head, elbows pressed against his shoulders to hold him in place. The guard, this poor guard, James can see their mind trying to process what’s happening, and James doesn’t think he knows either.
“Sirs, I am- really sorry- I-”
Gavin cuts him off, “Yeah, yeah, whatever, just go do your job. You never saw us.” He winks at the guard for good measure and then his lips are back on James’ and he really, really didn’t expect that. He hears the guard move away, the door swings shut and leaves the two of them in darkness and it’s still another few seconds before Gavin stands back, traces a finger on James’ lips.
“You know, Ryan, I’ve really wanted to do that.” And James blinks at him, decides to be the adult and leads Gavin to a lone chaise in the room, sits him down. He hesitates before sitting down himself.
“How about, instead of making out, you talk to me? Like a grown-up?” He suggests, softly, and Gavin pouts in a very ungrown-up manner.
“You left me like I was some kind of summer fling to you, like I was just some step in your road to self-discovery, and I’m still pissed off at you, but also, I'm still in fucking love with you and I hate it.” James holds back his comment that that’s the most words he thinks he’s ever heard Gavin say without stumbling.
Instead, “Gavin, you weren’t a fling. I was - and am - genuinely, and truly, in love with you.”
“Then why did you leave me?!” Gavin leans forwards suddenly, dangerously, into James’ face and James has to lean away, against the cushioned backing. “You didn’t try anything, you didn’t bother contacting me, or even attempting to! You left, with hardly a goodbye!”
“I didn’t want to drag you into this!” James has to pause, lower his voice when he sees Gavin’s eyes widen, how he recoils, “Look, Gavin, please, I just. I had a lot on my plate and. You know I thought you were a civilian and you don’t. Force civilians into this life. Especially one like mine.”
“I know, I know.” Gavin huffs, drops back onto the chaise and crosses his arms, “We both fucked up.”
James leans back too, until they’re shoulder to shoulder, “Yeah.” There's a stretching silence. Both of them look forwards again. Gavin’s leg anxiously bounces. James reaches a hand over, puts it on his knee and it stops. Gavin looks up at him, waiting. “Gavin,” James tries, “Would you, theoretically, be willing to... try again?”
“I would like that very much.” Gavin smiles at him. James smiles back. Then Gavin adds, “Could we go back to making out now?”
Ryan finds he can’t say no.
When they pull apart Ryan is sporting swollen lips, what he’s pretty sure might be a hickey on his collarbone, and Gavin with a smirk.
“So, I assume this means I get to fuck you, right?” He asks, as if he’s not currently lying on top of Ryan, with only shaky arms keeping him up.
“Will it help the forgiveness process?” Ryan shoots back. Gavin smirks wider.
“Of course.”
“Then sure, just this once.” Gavin squawks as he drops himself down to slot into Ryan’s side. He traces a hand over his chest, then sighs, drop his chin onto Ryan.
“We still have to finish up at the party, though.” He mutters. Ryan sits up, frantic suddenly and Gavin makes an annoyed cry when he slides off the chaise.
“We’ve not been watching out for Geoff!” Gavin stands, falls against Ryan but rights himself, quickly turning and fixing himself up in a mirror, then fixing Ryan up too. He presses Ryan’s hair down, takes a deep breath and then rushes back out the door.
The party’s in full swing. When they get back out onto the balcony they can hear the people talking, a mass of movement and energy. There are no sounds of a panic, and both of their eyes scan the crowd, desperately searching for an elusive glance of Geoff. Gavin’s hand takes Ryan’s. He drags them both down the stairs, past the guard who goes red at the sight of them. The crowd parts automatically, the Crown Prince and Mad King both rushing through as if somebody’s dying. Then, there’s Geoff, stood at the end of the ball by the banquet table, snacking on what looks like pork.
“Hey, did you find that guy?” Geoff asks, casually and Gavin walks up to him, punches him straight in the gut.
“I thought you were dead, I thought you’d gone and been poisoned whilst I was making out!” Gavin exclaims, hands waving wildly, all of Gavin’s energy trying to escape in whatever way it can. Geoff, mostly keeled over, somehow still manages to laugh.
“I never said yes to the making out in a bathroom.” And Gavin puffs up his chest.
“You never said no, either!”
Geoff straightens himself up, puts a hand on Gavin’s shoulder, “Gav’, you know I love you, but I absolutely made that poison shit up.”
Both Gavin and Ryan shout a very passionate, “What?!”
“You’ve been moping since forever now, and my only option was locking you both in a room and hoping you resorted to hate fucking, so at least Mica came up with this.” And now Ryan looks, Mica’s stood sipping wine, gives a wave to the pair. There’s a fairly sheepish Jeremy stood slightly behind her.
“Betrayed by my most trusted servant,” Ryan murmurs, and wonders what that says about him.
“So did you fuck?!” Mica yells, far louder than is mature given the environment.
“No!” Ryan yells back, followed quickly by Gavin’s quieter, “Not yet.” Ryan turns on him, glares, as Gavin giggles, runs to hide behind Geoff, “He’s going to get me, oh protect me, all-powerful king!” Geoff shuts his eyes, leans his head backwards slightly.
“I swear you’re going to drive me back to drinking.” He mutters, shoves Gavin out of the way. Gavin whines before Geoff puts a hand over his mouth, “You two go. Disappear somewhere. Take the night off. Just, please, stop bothering me.” And Gavin beams, links arms with Ryan again, stands tall.
“Aye aye, Geoffrey!” He winks at Geoff as the man groans, and Gavin starts to walk away.
Mica calls, “I’m assuming you don’t want us to wake you up in the morning?!” And Ryan can make out Jeremy’s panicked call of her name. Gavin actually salutes her.
“I’m fucked,” Ryan mutters, letting Gavin drag him along.
Gavin nods, “You’re gonna be.” and breaks off into a run, Ryan briefly stunned before sprinting after him.
