#the pixlriffs jacket

[darubyprincx]

hello pixlriffs fandom i made a cool thing

(alternative title: well that's maybe three months of on and off embroidering that i'm never getting back!)

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seriously though hi. So a few months back I decided to go looking to see if Pixlriffs' iconic jacket was on sale anywhere and the answer was no, they stopped selling it years ago. there were no lookalikes anywhere either so i did the very reasonable thing of sulk about this for about a day, go out and buy a shit ton of thread, and make the damn thing myself.

"wait," you say. "hold on. Those stripes aren't made out of fabric, are they?"

No, Dear Reader, They Are Not.

Those are

embroidered

by hand to boot because i don't own a sewing machine.

"What the fuck," you may ask. "Why."

autism

im really stupidly determined to pull through on projects especially when it comes to stupid shit like this

i needed a big time consuming creative project to get me through the Seasonal Big Sads

THE SHEER POWER AND SWAG THAT I HAVE NOW THAT THIS JACKET IS COMPLETE IS IMMEASURABLE. Nobody else I know is going to be rocking up to school wearing something that they embroidered themself over the span of three months. Textile work is cool. This looks fucking awesome. I am unstoppable.

did i mention the autism yet?

anyways i may be currently focusing on other fandoms but pixl's videos (especially his empires smp series) have been getting me through some really tough times consistently for over a year now and i figured i may as well show that in some way. i'm pretty sure this is the coolest thing i've ever made to date.

AND i completed my goal of finishing it before 2024 (in my timezone)! at the time of writing this it is 10:16 P.M on December 31st, 2023 :] i did it i did the thing

and an extra lil bonus thing on the back that i added because i had the time (yes that is latin also please ignore the pet hair i have two dogs and a cat):

vigilate, amici mei.

(stay vigilant, my friends!)

#ray's tag #mcyt #pixlriffs #undescribed #keys' art #i was planning on copying this post and tagging pixl in it over on twitter but since sloy lurks in the pixl tag i'll wait #he'll probably see it soon anyways FJDJFJSJDJSJ #also i need to shower and clean the hell out of my room its currently covered in craft supplies #but uh. Yep. This is the end of the pixlriffs jacket saga! woo! #the pixlriffs jacket #o7

[bolt-x0]

Sketchbook “doodles”

My friend kept calling pixlriffs barbecue sauce because apparently that’s the flavor he reminds her of, so of course I asked what flavor zloy was and she responded ranch dressing I think. She does not know either of their channels 👍

Anyway listen to dark days by pup

#pixlriffs #pixlriffs fanart #zloyxp #zloyxp fanart #mcyt #hermitcraft recap #gonna do lyarrah next once I get ahold of more receipts #also I own the jacket In the first drawing #it smells like the 1950s and cigarettes and it’s amazingly soft #bolt x0 art

[hibiscustoast]

Scott Smajor’s Empires SMP Season 2 skin came into my home, grabbed my tablet pen out of my hand, and made me open a new canvas on krita 

#empires smp #scott smajor fanart #empires season 2 #krita digital art #empiresblr #empires smp fanart #his hair was actually much more fun to draw then i thought it'd be #i did this fairly quickly too #like yah it took me some hours but like thats mostly cuz i dont understand how krita works as a drawing program #and i chose a really weird pose that i had to try to make up #kinda wish i made the jacket longer and the sash as well and the boots cooler but like #i have other projects to work on #one of which is a pixlriffs proj that i actually have a plan for other than just 'oo colorful outfit go burr' #anyways enjoy pls

[alienssstufff]

MISSING PERSONS ARTICLE (5/10/ NULL):

An extract from a local article published by The Weekly Hermit on the 5th of October (Year: NULL). Covered by Pixlriffs [Pen Name] –DISAPPEARING ACT, The Bachelor Who Vanished In Thin Air

[MEMORY : 1/2 ] [MEMORY : 2/2 - HERE]

>[READ ARTICLE?]

They were young and unafraid, Joel [LASTNAME] alongside friend Scar [LASTNAME] would venture on a hiking trip around the mountains only to vanish without a trace.

With the Joel engaged and set to be married to the current head of the Fairy Fort Resort ranger Lizzie [LASTNAME], accounts state that him along with best man Scar were last seen on the 22nd of September in the safety of Hiker’s Checkpoint, a popular camping destination of the Last Life woodlands.

“He said it was supposed to be an ‘act of bravery’. He wanted to prove he was strong to me.” A distraught Lizzie recounts. 

“I knew Scar was acting rather off the last few weeks, but I never expected he would just.. Up and run away like this. Especially with someone as inexperienced to hiking as Joel – I didn’t think they would go this far!” witness and former roommate of Scar, Grian, relays to the press.

Further interviews with the witnesses on the day of the disappearance recount in agreeance to meet the two at the Fairy Fort Reserve, a small group had held an early-morning farewell bachelor party at the Hiker’s Checkpoint, where the two would begin their 3-day trip along the marked Mycelium Trail to the wedding venue on the 25th of October.

Joel was last seen wearing a thick brown sheepskin sweater, brown pants, and worn white-and-green running shoes - with his most noticeable feature being green, dyed highlights in his hair. Scar was last seen donning a brown aviator's jacket above a black, multi-purpose utility jacket and white plaid flannel with blue cargo pants - most noticeable feature being the green bandanna found at the checkpoint.

Prior background given by loved ones and witnesses of the party reveal that the wellbeing of Joel, a novice hiker, would still be under the guidance of friend Scar who is reported to have years of experience of hiking both within and beyond the hiking trails of the woodlands. 

Reports to the authorities of their disappearance were made just 24-hours past the expected date by the Fairy Fort Reserve and the duo would be officially declared missing on the 28th of September. Several smaller search parties made within the FFR, Lizzie admits, were held prior to making the decision on contact around the reserve and the Hiker’s Checkpoint. A larger, more extensive investigation along the Mycelium Trail was held from the 28th onwards as more people volunteered and potential witnesses were questioned.

The Mycelium Trail is a relatively accessible route for both man and off-road vehicles to traverse between various locations in the Last Life woodlands. While recordings of the weather at this time of year had been colder than usual, there had been no signs of snow, rainfall or forest fires that would hinder the mens’ trip. 

A total of 78 individuals have participated in the search for our runaway bachelor and avid adventure-lover with little succession as damp footprints of the missing, Scar’s green bandanna,  a set of binoculars belonging to Scar, and two discarded lighters and canteens found within the bounds of the Hiker’s Checkpoint. 

Suspect of foul play between the men were brought up in questioning but was avidly rejected by witnesses and investigators for lack of motive even considering Grian’s accounts on Scar’s unusual behavior. Further theories relating to mentions of exploring the nearby Magical Mt were also suspect and a smaller search party made closer to the foot of the mountain was conducted to no avail due to the frigid weather. Urgencies from Lizzie to authorities in further investigation within the mountain were set forth and ultimately rejected due to windy weather and unstable, difficult-to-cross terrain.

As of current release, the status of Joel and Scar remains unknown. For information leading to the safe return of Joel [LASTNAME] and Scar [LASTNAME] please contact [NUMBER REMOVED] at the Fairy Fort Reserve investigation team.

>[ARTICLE ENDS HERE]

#stufffsart #myart #last life apocalypse au #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #smallishbeans #ldshadowlady #[mentioned] #last life #last life smp #life series #life smp #trafficblr

[wither-rose-circus]

I bet Sausage keeps a diary. I bet he writes down everything he can remember. Not necessarily big events, like Xornoth’s arrival or the apocalypse, but simple. . . things. Like that Gem had a few more freckles on her right cheek than her left, or that fWhip kept an emergency sewing kit in his inner jacket pocket for when his clothes got caught on machinery. That Jimmy had a little gap between his front teeth, and Pearl’s favorite battle scar was the one just above her left shoulder. He keeps track of every detail he can recall and then he rereads them. Repeating them to himself nightly, in whispers that one might mistake for a prayer, so he won’t forget.

It’s easy to forget. Too easy. Sometimes he worries that maybe Jimmy’s eyes weren’t actually hazel, except under the sunlight when they lit up with the most brilliant flecks of gold. Perhaps Gem’s favorite color wasn’t secretly red, which she’d always lie about and say “purple, if you couldn’t tell” when people asked. He might just be reinforcing things his mind made up. But he can’t really check anymore, can he? He hopes his friends won’t be too offended if he accidentally gets some things wrong. But they can’t exactly object, can they?

It’s been. . . one hundred? One thousand? The years are the one thing he’s stopped keeping track of. He knows it’s been a very long time though. Long enough that not even ruins of their homes remain. It’s just dirt. Not the dirt he remembers, which he does remember oh so vividly. It’s new, fresh dirt. Dirt that doesn’t remember the craters left by fWhip’s explosives, or the uprooting vines of Xornoth’s corruption, or the blood and bones of his friends.

It’s just dirt. It doesn’t remember like him. It doesn’t even remember him. But that’s okay, because he’ll remember for it. He’ll remember everything, because his memories are the proof that they were here. That they’re still here, with him, somehow. He’s not sure how, but that doesn’t matter, because as long as he remembers, remembers the way Joey’s smile was a little crooked, or how Shrub always cooked her favorite stew a little too long because she liked it tough. That Kathrine twirled her hair when she was nervous, and that Lizzie’s scales were never quite the same color twice. How Joel wore a bracelet instead of a ring after Lizzie transformed because she felt so bad that they didn’t fit her fingers anymore, and that Scott never admitted that he memorized everyone’s favorite wool color so he’d know what to use when he sent gifts, and that Pixlriffs’ cloaks were always a size or two too big so he could shelter people in case the desert winds kicked up without warning.

And he knows that if he can remember them, that means they’re still here. It means they’re still with him.

#mcyt #empires smp #empires smp s2 #mythicalsausage

[joifee]

soooo i do like drawing designs sheets for different series and I wanna draw some just for the fun of it and maybe have a full line of designs in the end

more maybe follow in future

#joifeeramble #joifeeart #I am going to bed now

[theconstellationprincess]

appears. whips out my uno reverse. pixlriffs to u too (and also maybe fwhip if you want yesyes) 7, 9, 10, 14, 16, 17, 19, 22, 30, 41, 47, 53, 54, 62, 88

(that's probably way too many feel free to skip any sjdfklsj <3)

So I wrote answers to all of these and they did not save :,) so take 2! Also! You did not specify a season, and I'm procrastinting, so have hc's for both characters, for both seasons of empires, on all questions

7☕ What Helps You Get Into Headspace ~

Copper King: Mostly involuntary regression, but I'll say for voluntary, a pacifer + oversized jacket, and being talked to in a soft, calming voice. Being told a story, maybe, or just being taught things that he's really interest in.

Count Fwhip: Varies day-to-day, could be a paci one day but not the next, and maybe one time that fuzzy blanket made him instantly baby space but this time he's just chilling and writing letters while cozied up with it.

Archaeologist. Pix: Teaching him things! He gets so excited. Also being in his froglight orchard makes him feel small and fuzzy inside.

Goblands Fwhip: So many things! Very excitable little guy, but like... pacis + teething rings are the way to go to ease him into regression.

9🦇 Do Your Likes Change When Regressed ~

Not really for either! Interests become more intense, but like... nothing new?

10⏳ Do You Have A Baby Voice In Headspace ~

Copper King/Arch Pix: Not really? The copper king is non-verbal when he's small, or very slightly verbal, and anything he says is slurred around a pacifier and almost indecipherable. Arch. Pix also doesn't really talk, he prefers to listen, but he will very quickly and excitedly babble about anything and everything if you ask, and mess up a lot of words doing it, so kinda.

Count Fwhip + Goblands Fwhip: Yes!! He's just a little guy, he dunno nothing about words, lots of dropped letters and made up words from this kiddo!

14⭐ Dragons, Unicorns Or Fairies ~

For copper king/arch pix dragons 100% love dragons want to know everything about dragons, fascinated by them

I think for count/goblands fwhip same thing with dragons, but count fwhip might have a more vested interest in faries because he believes they're real :)

16💫 Neon, Pastel, Neutral Or Dark Pallets ~

All of them are definetly more neutral/dark pallets, maybe some pastel every so often.

17🐮 Favorite Regression Clothes ~

Copper King/Arch Pix: Over sized blue jacket!! He has it in multiple sizes and wears the different size ones depending on how small he feels (pretty sure I stole this from you /lh) and also just normal pants/comfy pants

Count Fwhip: Dresses/Skirts + a shirt that doesn't feel gross on his skin if he chews the neck part. Flowy clothes are more fun to play in!

Goblands Fwhip: Comfy Cozy clothes, fuzzy and warm but difficult to ruin because he is rambunctious.

19🐭 Do You Collect Stickers ~

Copper King/Arch Pix: Yes!! They love to collect stickers from their friends, probably have sticker books so they don't get ruined.

Count Fwhip/Goblands Fwhip: Less the type to collect and more the type to have some a put them all over his empire and other people's empires

22🦄 Finger Paint Or Brushes ~

Copper King: Finger paint! His favourite activity to do with Joel when they are small together (reminds me of what I'm doing for our art trade!) is use the mezelean dyes/paints to finger paint! They have lots of fun together.

Count Fwhip: Probably also finger paint just because his fine motor control is limited to building + redstone only, holding brushes does not cooporate with him when he's on the smaller end of the scale, so finger painting is better for him.

Arch. Pix: He likes brushes just because it's more control over what he's doing, and he likes to paint things for his friends and want's it to be as amazing and totally awesome and cool as possible

30🐱 Sleep In Crib Or With CG ~

Copper King: Preferably neither, haha! He likes to pretend he doesn't need to regress, and sleeps just fine in his adult bed thank you very much! But when he's a baby, probably with someone? Just for comfort, since he's a very stressed out little guy who just needs some cuddles and someone to rub his back while he falls asleep.

Count Fwhip: Neither too, but like he was to sleep near Gem, in the same area if not the same bed when he's small. She's his twin!! He loves her to death and just wants to sleep knowing she is near by.

Arch. Pix: Probably a crib, actually. I think he's the kinda kiddo to roll out of bed a lot, to the point where he's pretty good at catching himself, but when he's little his reaction time is slower and he's gotten a couple of bruises, and a spranged wrist, from doing it incorrectly/too slowly, so I think while not like a proper crib, he'd have gaurd rails on his bed (and they'd make him feel oh so small, like a little kid. He likes to drag his fingers across the bars and listen to the quiet noise of the wood, it's soothing.)

Goblands Fwhip: Crib! He's a little guy, and he likes to be small to fall asleep because it makes cuddling his stuffies feel much softer and nicer, but a normal bed is just uncomfy, he wants to feel protected, and a crib does that for him!

41🚀 Favorite Game ~

Copper King: Hide and seek! Or more specifically, hide and entertain himself for a while because other people are stressing him out. And it's a no talking game which is a bonus!

Count Fwhip: I think he likes to play games with Gem + Sausage, maybe tag or like doing tricks, that kind of stuff. Something active.

Arch. Pix: I think he'd still really enjoy hide and seek, but also scavenger hunts!! Or just finding things and showing them to people, he loves to just pick stuff up and stick it in his pockets because Joel/Fwhip/Scott/whoever would probably find it interesting and he'll see them at somepoint right?

Goblands Fwhip: He just likes to play anything, silly little chaotic gremlin boy, he likes to do pranks and that kind of stuff, probably hiding and spooking people as they walk by (but not too badly! also gives himself away because he's little and giggling the whole time and anyone can hear it from a mile away)

47🐛 Do You Believe In Fairies ~

Copper King -> Not really? Like there's a lot of magic so hypothetically yes, but when he's small he just... it's not on his mind? He has The Vigil/Death thing going on, so fairies are much of a strech, but he doesnt like... actively believe in them.

Count Fwhip: 100%, absolutely without a doubt, have you seen some of the empires with all their crazy plants? Only fairies could do that.

Arch. Pix -> When big sort of? He definitely believes/likes to believe in all kinds of stuff like that, both big and small. When he is little he'll build fairy houses in the froglight orchard. There's a fairy ring not to far from the catacombs, he always makes sure to avoid it.

Goblands Fwhip: Yes, once again. He lives near the deep dark, if skulk exists why shouldn't fairies??

53🍃 What Pulls You Out Of Headspace ~

Copper King -> He can psyche himself out of headspace if he gets too anxious about people needing things, or if someone is mean to him about something/teases him he can pull himself out because he no longer feels safe, even if the intial regression is involuntary, if he's too overwhelmed he can pull himself out. Also probably being around littles who are younger than him, since his brain wants to be a caregiver instead.

Count Fwhip: Probably not a lot, if he manages to properly regress, but when he's bouncing around probably loud noises/not feeling safe would pull him out of it sometimes (though sometimes it pushes him further in), and maybe being like... babied to much right out of the gate when he's feeling over would make him feel weird and like he'd pull himself out (although it could make him a baby, could go either way)

Arch. Pix -> Feeling awkward/out of place around certain people when he's regressed would pull him out of headspace.

Goblands Pix: Being mean to him :( he's just a baby, but if he gets in trouble/is made fun of for something he'll force himself out of headspace

54🍏 Are You Scared Of Bugs ~

I don't think any of them are! Copper King no, he has a great appreciation for what they do, and while he may not like them all, he's not scared of them. Count Fwhip maybe some?? But like not in general.

Archaeologist Pix loves them!! So does Gobland Fwhip! The sillies love bugs, they could stare at them for hours.

62🎃 Do You Sleep With A Stuffie ~

Copper King: Not so much? He has them, but doesn't really sleep with them. Maybe if he's super small and it's offered he'll take one, but not on the forefront of his mind.

Count Fwhip + Grimlands Fwhip: Yes!! He loves them, they are important to him when small, he likes to cuddle when the shadows get to big or it gets too cold, so they are the perfect substitute for an actualy person.

Arch. Pix: Yesss! He tucks them in, and they have tea parties in the frog orchard and fall asleep on picknet blankets!

88🌼 What’s A Nostalgic Place For You ~

Copper King + Count Fwhip: Pixandra + Grimlands -> I like the idea of Grimlands + Pixandrai being quite intertwined as two old empires on the fritz with one another, and that Pix and Fwhip both spent a lot of time at eachother's empires as children + growing up and both places are nostalgic to them. For Pix also Mezelea, just because I like to think that Joel would have been quite close to him as a child, as Pix was a ruler long before Joel was, so he helped him get everything in order when Joel was crowned king of mezelea, so specifically the mezelean palace is nostalgic for him

Arch. Pix + Gobland Fwhip: The Catacombs for Pix 100%, I think that when he first got established in the lands, he found a lot of comfort in the weighted, but peaceful, presence of the catacombs (also ghosts!) and it just feels safe for him, and it's nostalgic to retrace some of the first steps he took as an archaeologist in this land of empires for him. As for Fwhip, he definitely has lots of nooks and crannys in Gobland that he would escape to as a child, and the ones he can still squeeze himself into have a very nostalgic feeling for him.

#afehaoue this took so long but im proud of it #star writes #age regression #agere #sfw agere #mcyt agere #empires agere #empires s1 #empires smp #pixlriffs #fwhip #empires fwhip #fandom agere #empires s2 #count fwhip #copper king #goblin fwhip #archaeologist pix

[saphscorner]

a pixian drabble? cottage core? pretty please?

anything for you pookie 😍😍 (and also anything for #pixianrevolution2023 ;D) we recently had the first snow here, so i went with some wintery vibes! word count: 801 words pairing(s): pixlriffs/grian warnings: none general tags & vibes: domestic fluff, winter, cottagecore

With the days growing shorter and the nights colder, winter was fast approaching. Grian readjusted his scarf over his nose and mouth, long dead leaves crunching under his boots as he walked. He came to a stop at the woodshed, admiring the piles of firewood stacked high from floor to ceiling. With a cold winter incoming, his and Pix’s work from over the summer should surely pay off to keep them warm in the coming months.

For the first time that season, Grian pulled on his leather work gloves and began to stack firewood into the wheelbarrow, piling it high before setting back in the direction of the cottage. As his scarf slipped below his mouth, he watched as an exhale of his warm breath billowed into the frosty air. 

It really is that time of year, he thought. 

Grian finally parked the wheelbarrow outside the back door to the cottage, then collected as much of an arm load as he could carry before heading back inside. 

Warmer air and the smell of simmering root vegetables greeted him as he made his way inside. He hadn’t realized how dark it was becoming outside until the warm light from the kitchen spilled onto the front porch. He paused to wipe his boots on the doormat, kicking them off and leaving them by the door. “I’m back, Pix!” he called as he headed into the living room. 

The sound of running water from the kitchen came to a stop, followed by some shuffling as Pix appeared in the doorway to the living room. “Welcome back,” he said.

Grian smiled as he set the pile of firewood into the hearthside log holder, then stood back up to go give his partner a kiss. 

Pix hummed, smiling into the kiss as he pulled away after a moment. “You’re freezing.” 

“It’s cold out!”

Pix reached down, taking Grian’s hands to ease his gloves off, laying them down over the back of the nearby sofa. He brought one of Grian’s hands up to his own, kissing the backs of his knuckles. “Good thing we’ll have a fire tonight. And a good warm meal, dinner’s almost done.” 

“You’re spoiling me, Pix.” Grian leaned up to press another kiss to Pix’s cheek, before taking his jacket and scarf off and returning to the hearth. “I’ll go ahead and get this started. Do you mind grabbing me the matches?”

“You mean these?” Pix pulled the matchbox out of his pocket, giving it a shake before tossing it over to Grian.”

Grian’s smile widened as he caught the matches from him. “You always are thinking ahead, huh?” 

Pix just shrugged. “Dinner in here tonight?” He asked. 

“Sounds perfect.” 

With that, he returned to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. 

Still smiling, Grian shook his head. He set the matches down on the hearth, before retrieving a large basket of fire starter and kindling wood from the mantle. He arranged dried pine needles and small sticks into a careful teepee, striking a match to set the structure alight. He then piled on a couple logs, brushing off his hands and putting the kindling basket back up on the mantle. Once the fire was steadily ablaze, he took to putting away his outerwear and tidying the living room up for dinner. 

Once dinner was ready, Pix brought everything into the living room on a tray as promised. He laid out two steaming bowls of stew and two cups of tea, then took a seat on one of the cushions laid on the floor. “Nice fire,” he commented. 

“Nice dinner,” Grian complimented in return, sitting down across from him. 

Pix smiled. “I feel like winter came so much sooner than last year.” He nodded vaguely towards the window, the view outside nearly pitch black. 

“I know,” Grian agreed. “I mean, this feels more like January than November, right?” 

“Yeah,” Pix agreed. “I’m not mad about it though, we worked hard all summer and we’ve got more than enough to last us comfortably through winter.” 

“Speaking of which, is this from the peppermint we dried last month?” Grian took a sip of the tea Pix had brought out for him. 

“It is. I haven’t tried it yet, is it any good?” 

“The best I’ve ever had.” 

Pix took a sip of his and then nodded. “I think you’re right.” 

Grian settled in, sitting cross legged as he unfolded his napkin. “Honestly, there’s something so cozy about all this,” he said after a moment, “I love the summer, but there’s just something about this time of year.” 

“There really is,” Pix agreed. “Especially spending it with you, I’ve got nothing to complain about.” 

Grian smiled and took his hand from across the table. “I think we’re in for another good year, Pix.” 

“I think so too, Grian.”

#hermitshipping #empiresshipping #pixian #pixianrevolution2023 #pixlriffs #grian #hermitcraft x empires #i'm here to put y'all on this ship tbh #if you like it go check out my ao3 for more! #drabble #requests are open #saphs drabbles

[sexyinaratkindaway]

Day 29: Cockwarming

Pairing: Pix/Sloy

If you're sloyxp please dont read this im shy

unless yr into this sort of shit idk

There is a special kind of bond between a writer and his Voice.

Usually it's a lovely thing, adoration and love and praise and despair and hatred and destruction.

Where was he going with this?

Pix shivers on his lap, lets out a slow whimper of a moan, resonant and clear in their cluttered newsroom, and Sloy is madly in love with him.

He gives a thrust, shallow and quick, and it's a little bit difficult to do when he's sitting on a chair and he's got a lapful of Pixlriffs, but it's worth the way his breath quickens, his hands fist in the papers on the desk.

“S–Sloy,” he mutters, and Sloy loves the way his voice—beautiful, smooth, tender voice, their Voice, his Voice—cracks, “Sloy, come on, we–we’re on a deadline.”

“We’re not getting anything done before Lyarrah gets back with our Friday recordings, anyway,” Sloy murmurs against his nape, before biting a mark in soft, tan skin. “Plus, we are working.” 

They’re finishing up their script for the week, waiting for the last of their visuals to finish up the job and get to recording. Sloy likes the recording booth sessions best: loves to let Pix’s voice wash over him like magic. It makes his organs—what’s left of them, anyway—vibrate in tune with the sounds, makes him feel alive like he hasn’t felt in centuries.

It makes him horny, too, but that’s not really important. He’s learned to hide his jerking off under the mixer pretty well. Like, sure, maybe the same can’t be said for the slurping sounds, the odd time he manages to sneak in the recording booth to hide under the table just to make Pix squirm, but he’ll take what little victories he can get.

His cock twitches inside Pix, Pix groans and bucks back into him, all dutifulness gone from the curl of his spine. Sloy wants to rip the jacket off his back, bend him over the table and forget their work.

Instead he curls a hand around Pix’s bare hip, rubs his thumb along the shivery goosebumps, the little hiss, the “Ah, you’re cold–”, because he always says the same things, when Sloy slides his cock in his tight, welcoming, scorching warm hole, because he can never bring himself to take the time to warm himself up for him when he knows that something so delicious and heavenly is waiting for him.

He holds Pix tight enough to expect bruises in the morning, reaches around him on the table to write a few more words on their script. They do have to get at least something done today, even if Pix has completely given up on the pretence of working and just leans his forehead down on his forearms and arches his back into Sloy, grinds his hips in a slow circle, panting. He wants, oh, how he wants; Sloy can see it in the shivering set of his shoulders, and can’t stop smiling at the thought. Oh, his pretty Voice, wanting just as much as he wants! 

Only a few words, only a few more words; then they’ll have nothing to do but wait for Lyarrah to come back, and he will finally be at complete liberty to fuck Pix into the table until all the papers they’ve worked so far on are an illegible mess of cum and sweat.

He tries to will himself still, his cock to stop twitching, his mind to sharpen and focus on the task at hand; to ignore Pix’s low little humming noises of pleasure, the way his velvety insides shift and clench around him, the way his shoulder hitches when he reaches a hand down to wrap around himself. The noise he makes, a broken little moan, when he closes his warm fist around his neglected cock jumps straight to Sloy’s brain—good thing it’s exposed, he feels like it might explode from stimuli overload—gnashing at the bars of his self-made cage.

“Sloy,” Pix murmurs, breath hitching in time with the pumping of his hand, “Sloy, please.”

“You need to make up your mind,” Sloy mutters, trying to focus on the page, and why is he out of breath too now? “First it’s all, ‘ohh, Sloy, we need to get our work done’, and now…”

He gives a shallow little buck upwards, just to show Pix that he can, and Pix moans a pretty, surprised noise that rings out bell-loud around them, a moan that peters out into a low litany of pleas, of “Please, Gods, Sloy, please—”

Sloy is done writing. He slams the pen down, sweeps the papers from the table with his arm, and immediately rises to lift Pix on the wood, hips pistoning into him like a man possessed. He’s a zombie, so it’s not too far off a guess. He’s got one hand on Pix’s hip and one on his hair, smushing his cheek into the table; his pretty moans are coming out garbled from the odd angle, but neither of them cares. Sloy is so close he can taste release on his tongue, and the breathy quality Pix’s voice has taken on means he’s in the same boat.

He’s still jerking off, and Sloy doesn’t stop him, not when his hole clenches around his cock on every upstroke, not when the clapping rhythm of skin on undead skin beats the perfect drum to his Voice’s song; Pix comes with a shuddering groan, his hole quivers, magma-hot, around Sloy’s cock. Luckily, his release sloshes on the floor, mostly, so Sloy’s own orgasm isn’t plagued by thoughts of script pages to scrap and rewrite.

He hilts himself deep in Pix and comes with a trembling sigh, mirrored by his lover, limp in his arms. His release is just a degree under warm, sloshing around his cock, and he sits back on the chair with a sigh, brings Pix with him, uncaring of the mess dribbling on their pants, on the chair.

It’s fine.

They’ll worry about it when Lyarrah comes back.

#knight's notebook #hermitnsfw #ish? #they count right #sloyxp #pixlriffs #kinktober

[sleepsart]

Thinking about the recap bits

[ ID: A drawing of Worm Man, Pixlriffs, and Evil Xisuma sitting at a desk. Worm Man is only partially visible and is being shoved down by Pixl. His face isn't visible. He's reaching for papers on the table, and he's wearing rubber gloves and a patched up shirt. Pixl has a vaguely anniyed expression and is looking off screen, saying "They're back again." He's wearing a long sleeved jacket and a pair of headphones. One of his hands is on Worm Man's head. The other is holding a microphone away from Worm Man at a distance. Evil Xisuma is standing on the other side of Pixl. They're poking at the microphone with one hand. They're wearing a motorcycle helmet, a cropped t-shirt, a striped undershirt, and a pair of fingerless gloves. End ID ]

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#id #napsart #mcyt #hermitcraft #worm man #wormman #evil xisuma #pixlriffs #pixlriffs fanart #evil xisuma fanart #wormman fanart #worm man fanart #hermitcraft fanart

[froggymarsh]

Could I please request 12, 15, 10, and 6 for Pixlriffs please for the agere hc ask game? (- theconstellationprincess main blog)

waves at you excitedly !! hi!!! :D <3

6. are they a stuffie or a blankie kid? both? neither?

definitely blankets. kid just piles em on. most people think he's a stuffies kid because desert = hot but the only time he has time to sit and chill is at night when the desert is freezing !! he has a bunch of weighted blankets and some of his most treasured gifts are quilts from his alliances (namely mezalea and the overgrown <3)

10. do they have any regression gear (teethers, pacifiers, diapers, specific toys or outfits, etc.)? do they try to hide it from friends/family?

mmhmm! a couple of copper colored diaps and pacifiers, many, many blankets, a bat plush from fwhip, and a cod plush from jimmy. he keeps them hidden away in a shulker box and only brings it out if someone convinces him to. (he almost always needs outside influence, he's ashamed to bring it out himself unless he's having a reeeaaally bad time)

12. do they have any specific nicknames for when they regress? how about nicknames they've given to their caregiver(s) or friends?

nah usually just pixl and pix, but some (coughs loudly sausage cough cough) have gotten away with calling him pixie ! fwhip picked that one up too. if he's young enough he won't care or react but when he's in an inbetween sort of space he gets embarrassed

i think he'd call them by name tbh ? maybe the occasional bud/buddy or kiddo, but nothing specific comes to mind sorry

15. what do they wear when they're regressed? do they have specific clothes, or do they just wear whatever is most comfortable? do they have a comfort article of clothing?

idk what to call it. his casual skin, the blue stripe jacket and black pants. it's really comforting for him to be in something familiar, he has the same jacket in a bunch of different sizes depending on how he's feeling lol

i don't think he'd be super obvious about it? he might linger in his pajamas longer than he should if he woke up feeling smaller than usual but that's about it.

so yeah! whatever is most comfortable :3

his comfort article of clothing is that jacket mmhmm

#asks #ask game #hi !! hihihi #star beloved #< is that tag ok? :0

[darubyprincx]

i spent eight hours in in school suspension today (if you're late to class three times you get iss. my classes are all on the opposite end of the school from each other. its actual 100 percent genuine bullshit.) and since i knew ahead of time that i would be doing literally nothing otherwise i brought my embroidery stuff and proceeded to work on the pixlriffs jacket for eight hours straight. i did 90% of the white stripe and started the blue stripe on the right side of the jacket today and i think its looking great!

#ray's tag #pixlriffs #undescribed #the pixlriffs jacket

[bolt-x0]

Gonna make the stripes on pixlriffs jacket look like mastectomy scars

#bolt barks #text #text post #pixlriffs #trans masc pixlriffs time

[zlixlriffs]

What happened to the gen 1 empires members 10 years after the chatifc:

Pixlriffs: got a phd in archeology and is now working to get his teachers credentials. The most normal. He has an apartment on the east coast where he lives with Zloy. His story continues in the sequel

fWhip: With his robotics knowledge he became the lead imagineer at DiscneyWorld (With the help of Neil Gaiman, the Prachett estate bought out the entirety of Disney and now uses the money to fund charities across the world. They of course made Disney World Discworld themed.) He spends his days revolutionizing animatronics and lives with his on and off husband Wilbur.

Jimmy: after his mother got sick in 2025 with salmon sickness he decided to move back to Atlantea (Italy) to take care of her. He is the face of the gamer rights movement after gamer was added to the world health organization deemed it a mental illness.

Scott: He and Jimmy got married before he left for Atlantea and so have a long distance relationship. That is what he says but he keeps flying out to Atlantea every week because he misses him so much. He is out living his heiress to the Rivendell fortune dreams, traveling the world and being a social media mogul.

Gem: After raising 1 dragon she decided to make it her life’s mission becoming the best reptile caretaker in the world. She has a Youtube channel on how to take care of different creatures from skinks to full dragons. She enjoys visiting her brother at Discney

Pearl: She disappeared from the public eye for unknown reasons. There are rumors that a woman draped in vines and sunflowers can be spotted at the the Hermitcrab State Marine Park. Some say that she will eat you alive but really she’s more likely to invite you into her cave for some tea.

Shrub: Taught a pack if wolves how to ride motorcycles and now she’s the leader of an infamous biker gang supposedly made of all wolves. Her biker jacket was made by their wife, Katherine.

Katherine: In a run in with the CEO of Build a bear workshop she charmed them enough that the CEO named her the next in line for the BAB throne. She is now leading the world in plushie technology with a bear that will always smell like flowers no matter how old it is.

Lizzie: Once the owner of a startup business she now owns one of the largest baked goods suppliers in the world.

Joel: Content to stay as his wife’s trophy husband, he lives his days continuing his art and taking care of their estate.

Joey: That’s a spoiler.

Sausage: Got hit by a truck and got issekaiied.

#me riffing #mtrewtfwmatw

[goodtimeswithgrian]

ever since i saw pixlriffs original skin in the hermitcraft x empires crossover i can't stop seeing him looking like this one polish youtuber. like i interpreted the jacket as an adidas tracksuit and suddenly this is how pix looks to me.

like i KNOW his skin is supposed to just look like him irl. but to me he looks like my cringefail cooking youtuber instead. it fits him.

#i just really like this guy. hes nice #so in my mind hes both a faceclaim for pix and also my oc hsvdbjdj #do you guys ever look at a guy and think 'wow he has such a good design' #like not as in attractive or something but purely from character design perspective. do you ever do that #bc i often operate like this lol #szad.txt

[gaytimeswithoscar]

The crowd had cleared out when I entered Bdubs' coffee shop, a bottle of tequila in hand, to congratulate one of our honored guests on his performance.

I saw Pixlriffs sat on the edge of the stage, nursing a coffee cup in his hands, and I could see him almost glowing with a special kind of joy.

"Hey there mate," I said, a warm smile on my face, knowing what that glow was, "sorry I couldn't make the show, Welsie has been gone, and Scar was here, so someone had to look after Jellie." I hold up the bottle, "want something stronger to celebrate?"

Pixl laughed, "Hey Oscar!" He stood up, placing the cup on the stage and approaching me with an outstretched hand, "it's nice to finally meet you! Scar's told me a lot about you."

"Only good things, I hope." I shook his hand, "I wouldn't put it past him to just trash talk me."

"Oh yeah, only good things. To hear him tell it, you're almost as good at building as he is."

I laughed, "yeah, that's about right. I'm catching up to him though!" Pixl and I sat back on the stage, "Scar was messaging me the whole show, from what I heard you absolutely killed it." I looked around, seeing countless copies of Pixl's head on the walls, "though it looks like you weren't the only one killing."

He laughed, "Yeah, I was expecting hecklers. But that's just part of being on the hermitcraft server, I suppose." He climbed up onto the stage proper, "I never knew this could be so exhilarating, though, the stage that is."

I smiled; yep, that's the glow.

"Scar told me that you've got a history of performing; does it always feel like this?"

I joined him in the spotlight, "Always. The eyes of a live audience always set your soul alight. Their applause is like a drug. It's something you never really get used to."

He turned to face me, and the way the lights hit him took my breath away; the shine in his eyes, the halo on his hair from the illumination above, the rapturous smile on his face. It took me a moment to collect my thoughts.

I blushed, "I, uhh, Ren and I have a tradition of putting on a performance around this time of year, if you guys are still here when we start, you're more than welcome to join us."

Pixl looked away bashfully, fiddling with the hanging zipper on his jacket, the tips of his ears tinged pink, "Yeah, I might just do that."

#my writing #hermitcraft x Empires fanfic