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wren-kitchens · 2 years

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all that matters (p2)

inspired by @fire-to-embers ‘s reblog of my last rancher duo ficlet (I forgot to give it a title lol-)

I thought it was such an amazing idea, I just had to do it

the moment jimmy opened his eyes and found himself back in the mesa, he knew he had to find tango again.

he’s spent two days holed up in his house, only leaving to feed the animals, researching ways to travel across worlds. eventually, he found a way to use the portal technology to travel across worlds— thanks to the local archeologist, pixlriffs.

he’d been studying portals for a little while as a hobby (a hobby??) and apparently heard about jimmy’s research and decided to help.

so now jimmy has most of the materials he thinks he needs. he doesn’t know where it’s going to open— he just knows it’ll be where tango is. he has the blackstone, the diamonds, the soil for the soul fire, but he’s missing the final thing: a skulk catalyst.

no way is he going into the deep dark— him dying wouldn’t do anyone any good— so he travels to the man he has heard is the collector of the server. surely he’d have one.

“i’m sorry, you want a what?” scott says, hands on hips and looking slightly distastefully at jimmy’s clothes (which he hasn’t changed out of since his reappearance in the mesa).

“look, I know.” jimmy pleads. “but I really need one. I don’t know who else to go to.”

“why would you need something like that?” scott asks. “are you making a farm or something? ‘cause in that case you should talk to pixl about that-“

“no, it’s not a farm.” jimmy says. how is he gonna explain this? “it’s.. a portal. but not to another dimension. to another world.”

scott blinks. “you lost me.”

jimmy exhales, hoping the memory barriers between worlds aren’t as strong as they seem. “i’m looking for tango.” he says.

for a moment, he thinks scott doesn’t remember. then his face shifts from a blank expression to one of understanding. “oh. you mean-“

“yes.” jimmy cuts him off, not wanting to hear it. “yes and I need the catalyst to finish the portal. do you have one?”

“i can get one.” scott says. “for a price. what do you have?”

jimmy knew this was coming, so he pulls out the bundle of all his remaining diamonds. the ones for the portal are at his base. “all of these.” he says, watching the look of surprise and greed flash in scott’s eyes. “for one catalyst. and I need it soon.”

“done.” scott reaches for the diamonds, but jimmy pulls them away.

“after you get me it.” he says.

scott shoots him a scowl. “fine. give me a day.”

“a day?” jimmy exclaims.

“well i’d prefer not to be killed by the warden.” scott says. “i’ll set off now, how ‘bout that?”

“deal.” jimmy says resentfully.

he gets back onto his horse as scott gets his armour sorted and rides back to tumble town. he could use the extra time to make the portal, he supposes.

—-

tango is frantic. he cannot find any way to bypass the boundaries of the world. doc is too busy with his farms to pay any attention to him, and he can’t even get to ren, what with his new bodyguard bdubs.

he’s been trying to find something, anything that might get him through the borders of their world, when he stumbles across the Entity.

of course: grian would know. how had he not thought of that before? he created the life games, and the Entity, he knows this kind of stuff.

he grabs his elytra and flies as fast as he can to grian’s base.

“grian!” he yells as he lands. “grian where are-“ he cuts himself off with a scream, as when he steps into grian’s base, a chorus of ear-piercing shrieks go off. shriekers.

“yes!” grian laughs, punching the air. “that’s two for two!”

“oh god, what even is that?” tango asks, hand on his chest.

“oh, like, fifteen shriekers and a skulk sensor.” grian says, not moving from where he stands. “I got impulse so good with that the other day.”

“jesus.” tango breathes. “I can sympathise with him. can we talk outside? that is terrifying.”

grian grins. “sure.” he walks over to the door, setting off the shriekers again.

tango groans, clapping his hands over his ears and following softly behind until they’re out of range. “you’re incredibly annoying.”

“yes.” grian nods. “so what did you want?”

“okay, this is gonna sound weird.” tango says. “but do you know a place where you could.. I don’t know, travel to different worlds?”

grian stares at him for a second, and tango thinks he’s confused until he says, “dude I literally have one under my house.”

“you what?!” tango exclaims.

“why do you think my base can float?” grian says. he extends his wings and walks off the bridge. “c’mon!” he calls, flying down.

tango follows, gliding down after him. they come to a stop in front of a massive hole. it’s surrounded by a rock formation that is oddly familiar.

“it’s down here.” grian gestures towards the pit. “it can get kind of.. weird down there.” he warns. “stuff’s been..” he shakes his head. “it’s just weird. cool, but weird.”

tango isn’t sure if he wants to know what grian means— or if he wants to go down there at all — but it’s his only way of reaching jimmy.

“okay.” tango says after a moment.

grian looks at him, a slight frown on his face. “I think i know what this is about.”

a surge of panic rushes through tango. will grian let him go through with this? is this even allowed in the life games?

“please, i’ve gotta-“ tango starts, but grian waves his pleas away.

“i’m not gonna stop you.” he says, giving tango a grin. “i know you two got close in the games.” the way he says it makes tango’s face flush.

“yeah, well.” tango says, embarrassed. “I just- I don’t know what i’m gonna do if this doesn’t work.”

“I can help you.” grian offers. “i’ve been trying to figure out this kind of thing for a little while, and I think I know parts of how it works.”

tango starts to say something, when a loud noise cuts him off from the pit.

grian peers down. “we should check that out.” he says.

they fly down there. it’s a massive cavern, mostly lit up, with an enormous purple crack in one of the walls. it keeps shifting colours, one second blue, another pink, but overall it’s akin to enderman eyes.

“that’s.. odd.” grian is staring at the rift. “it only does this when something’s being..” his eyes widen. “oh.”

“‘oh’?” tango turns on him. “what do you mean ‘oh’?! what’s it doing?!”

grian’s eyes are fixed on something in the rift. tango follows his gaze and sees a dark blob in the mixing mass of purple.

“grian,” tango repeats, staring at the blob. it looks like it’s getting closer, and as it does, it becomes more clear. it’s a figure— a human figure. “what is it doing.”

“it only does this..” grian says slowly. “when it’s transporting something. or.. someone.”

just as the figure breaks the surface of the rift, both of their communicators buzz in unison.

tango doesn’t know who moves first. they both run to each other, crashing together in a messy hug. there’s water on tango’s face, and he doesn’t know if he’s crying, if jimmy is or if it’s both of them, but it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t matter because jimmy is here, and he isn’t leaving any time soon.

they don’t know how long passes. it could be seconds, it could be hours that they’re in the embrace. they don’t care.

tango’s face is in jimmy’s hair (is it longer?) breathing him in.

“i’ve missed you so much.” tango says.

jimmy doesn’t say anything, but holds him closer.

“i’m not going anywhere.” tango mutters into jimmy’s hair. “not again.”

“oh, god.” jimmy’s voice is hoarse. “tango.” the way jimmy says it, it’s a complete sentence. just him.

“i’m right here.” tango says. “right here.”

jimmy pulls away after a moment, taking tango in. he looks different— his hair shoulder length now, and dressed like a cowboy. there’s something that looks like skulk smeared on his face, and there’s a couple of cuts and bruises on his arms, but he looks positively ecstatic.

“you- you look different.” jimmy traces a hand down tango’s face. he might melt.

“so do you.” tango smiles. “always knew you’d be a cowboy.”

“were you inspired by the rancher?” jimmy says, fingering the skulk in his hair.

“were you?” tango chuckles.

“well, how’d you think I made the portal here?” he grins. “our local archeologist helped me out a bit. scott got the skulk though.”

“scott?” tango asks. “he doesn’t seem like the kind to go searching in the deep dark.”

“well, I payed him the rest of my diamonds.” jimmy says, but he’s not focusing on his words. a smile slips onto his lips. “I almost forgot how beautiful you are.”

tango feels his face flush. “can I kiss you yet?” he says. “I really wanna kiss you.”

jimmy laughs. “now why would I ever say no to that?”

tango leans towards him and their lips meet. jimmy pulls tango closer, running a hand through his hair, the other on his waist. tango is holding jimmy’s face in his hands. he smiles into the kiss when he feels jimmy’s wings around him, soft as ever (if slightly unkempt).

they’d later thank grian profusely for having the rift so open, and tango would explore the world jimmy came from. they’d get doc to set up inter-world communication, and the life game players would be incredibly surprised to find joel standing at 11” tall, scott in his colourful attire and lizzie as.. whatever she was.

later, there would be frequent correspondence between the two worlds, with raw material exports from hermitcraft and odd ‘magic’ items from the empires. (no one would know if these items were magic for sure, but they seemed to work as advertised and were interesting to run tests on.)

but that is for later. for the time being, tango and jimmy are back together and that is all that matters for them.

#i’m joining the war of tall joel on the side of tall joel #i’m so proud of the rift idea #rancher duo #trafficshipping #double life ficlet #empires smp ficlet #ig hermitcraft #team rancher #ranch duo

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floweroflaurelin · 1 year

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Huevember day 25: “…The Shepherd King.”

“In my time in this land of myth and mystery I have come across many such statues, all in similar states of erosion and overgrowth; in each, a regal figure stands above a sheep, arm outstretched—perhaps once holding an object of importance? I am eager to discover his true identity, but for the sake of my record I have tentatively dubbed him…”

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caramelcoatednightmares · 25 days

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Just Another Icarus

Joel “Archimedes” is currently walking through the town square of Hels. Normally he doesn’t like to be out at this time when the streets are busy and crowded. He feels like it’s the times where he dies most often. But he really wanted to try this new recipe he saw, and he was just short some eggs. Which is why he is speedwalking rather than walking through the square. He knows exactly where the cart that sells them are and once he gets them he can hurry home just as quickly, no worse for wear and no death to mark off in his journal.

He reaches his hand into his coat pocket and grips the journal for some sort of comfort. Its leather bound and there’s faded brown where he usually rubs his thumb to soothe his anxieties, which he is currently doing. Joel speeds up as he sees market stalls come into view. He’s so close. Then he feels a knife against his side. Well, sort of his side. It’s a bit lower down and he can immediately gauge the height of his attacker. Being as extremely tall as he is, he figures it would be hard or even terrifying to try and kill or mug him. But he quickly learned he wasn’t so lucky. The attacker speaks loud enough for Joel to hear but quiet enough to still be a whisper.

“Take a right and head into that alley.”

Joel listens, wanting this over quickly. He takes the next right and into the alley. The attacker removes the knife and Joel takes a step back, turning around to see his attacker.

He looks downwards at them and tries his best to smile. But his lips quiver with nervous. “How can I help you?”

They scoff and hold the knife up at him. “I don’t need help. I’m mugging you.”

“Oh.” Joel sighs. He wouldn’t be able to get those eggs now.

The mugger scowls at the lackluster reaction. “Oh? That’s all you have to say.”

“Mmm, yes. I think so.” Joel nods.

The mugger rolls their eyes then sneers, taking a step closer. “Fine. What’s the name now, Beans?”

Joel puts his hands up defensively as he’s backed further into the alley. “It’s means, actually. But you can call me Archi—”

“Don’t care. Empty your pockets.”

Joel nods and slowly reaches into his pockets. He pulls out his coin—diamond?—purse and tosses it in the mugger’s direction. They grin, sharp teeth on show.

Joel suppresses a shiver and clears his throat. “Is that all? If so, I’ll just—”

The mugger aims their knife at him and Joel freezes. “What else do you have?”

“That’s all. Promise.” Joel smiles, soft and charming.

The mugger squints at him. They tilt their head and raise an eyebrow. “Look, Archie. I’d love to let ya go, truly. But there’s just one problem.”

“Which is…?” Joel’s smile turns more nervous, glancing at the knife then the mugger.

“Your clothes.”

“My clothes?” Joel repeats.

“You’re just askin’ to be shanked walkin’ around Hels like that.”

Joel looks down at himself with a critical gaze. He wears a long coat, maybe the proper term is a trench coat or tail coat? He’s not really sure, he just knows it looks good on him. It’s black with a dark red accent going down the edge. Underneath he wears a faded red vest with muted browns and golds swirling as accents and a white undershirt poking out from under the vest.

He looks back up at the mugger. “I don’t see the issue. If the outfit is that atrocious, I can just be out of your hair and you’ll never have to see it again.”

Joel once again tries to slip past the mugger and this time it gains him a quick nick of the knife. The blade catches on his coat sleeve and leaves a tear, just barely missing his skin. He raises his hands and backs up again.

The mugger sighs and twirls their knife between their fingers. “Listen, Archie. If you keep dressin’ like that you won’t survive another hour here. It’s no wonder ya stink of death.”

Joel clears his throat. “If we’re going to keep talking, I think you should know its Archimedes and not Archie.”

“Same difference, yeah?”

Joel opens his mouth the speak again but clothes it when the knife aims at him. He takes another step back and feels his back hit the wall behind him. “Now let’s be reasonable, here. I gave you all I have, there’s really no reason to kill me now is there?”

The mugger shrugs and steps closer. “Not really, but there’s a lesson to be taught.”

“That being?”

Joel winces as he feels the knife stab into his side. It digs in and he swears he can see stars as his vision starts to fade in and out.

The mugger removes the knife with a squelch. “Don’t go dressin’ like that in Hels. Someone’s goin’ to kill ya over it.”

Joel gasps awake in his bed. His side still stings from the harsh removal of the knife, a dull phantom pain. Another name to knock off the list he supposes. Joel closes his eyes and feels another name floating at the edges of his mind. Hypatia. Joel Hypatia. Surely this will go better than before. He still has to collect his belongings at any rate.

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#joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #hels!joel #flynn ficlets #empires smp #hermitcraft #< jic

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theminecraftbee · 2 years

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may i request something with the Ghost of empires s1 Pearl haunting the s2 era server? Like maybe she talks to Sausage, False, Pix idk any of them! Yeah thats my request sorry if its weird

Pixlriffs doesn't mean to uncover it when he does, which is unusual for him; he usually quite means to uncover things. But no, this time he didn't know what he would fine. He'd been in a field of sunflowers, using his mirror to glance into other times, and there hadn't been much. He'd been looking for traces of the sorts of titans that would create a place such as that.

What he finds instead is a mausoleum.

He puts down his mirror. There's a field of sunflowers there. He picks it up again. There's a worn stone building with stained glass windows, a statue of a woman holding sunflowers, a goddess in the altar. There's text, but it's old. Pixlriffs can't read it. (And oh, how he wishes he could; how he wishes he still had texts to help him translate.)

He doesn't have the blocks to recreate it. He sketches it instead. It's beautiful. His mirror doesn't recreate anything else near here, at least for that era. He wonders why it recreates this grave.

When he goes home, he puts the sketch with his other notes. He doesn't think too much about it; it's one more mystery this world has to uncover. Perhaps he'll send it home to the university at some point, to see if there are any theories they have there about it. No, it isn't until Sausage comes over to trade for from froglights and stops to stare at the sketch that he begins to think he may have found something more.

"I used to have dreams about her," Sausage says.

"Oh?" Pixlriffs asks, curious.

"Yeah! They were some of the dreams that made people all worried about me. She'd talk sometimes. I think she's a goddess! She has power over harvests and sometimes I was an angel in the dreams and she seemed really sad sometimes, but she always said it wasn't about me. Is that a temple? I should go pay my respects!"

Pixlriffs frowns.

"No. That's a tomb."

They're both quiet for a while.

"Oh," Sausage says. "Maybe that's why she was sad."

"Maybe," murmurs Pixlriffs.

That night, Pixlriffs dreams of sunflowers and rolling wheat fields as well. When he wakes up, he's crying. He's not sure why.

#answered #gardenergulfie #prompt ficlets #empires smp #pearlescentmoon #pixlriffs #mythicalsausage #a bee fic #gulfie your brain is huge and now i get to throw some of my current headcanons about my guys at you

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illmamnim · 1 year

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So Pix was a bit pale and weak, that meant nothing. It's not like our local anthropologist is known for his sleeping patterns or level headedness. Fortunately, his crown made him shine. Gem announced him to the room of royals and they greeted him with the respect worthy of a king, as they should.

"A game," princess Katherine suggested, "through the castle rooms."

The king searched high and low and found a niche to hide in. Resting his head against the angled ceiling, exhaustion began to overcome him. Surely, it can't be the small space, he's time in caves and catacombs made him well used to those. Is he so unused to parties?

He could hear the giggles and whispers through wooden walls. He's guaranteed to with those fools, barely containing their cheer.

He heard a somewhat distant thump. Since when was the floor so close? Black dots began to cloud his vision. He didn't notice the room was so tilted when he first walked in.

His ears began to ring. They haven't found him, have they?

A sudden pull at his stomach made him groan. Something's wrong.

He can't move. He has to call for help. Can they even hear him? His heartbeats are too loud in his ears to know. This is torture. He calls out again but still hears only the rushed ticks of a heart pumping. Those black dots only grew bigger by now and he can't tell if his eyes are even open. He can't see, can't hear, can't feel, can barely even breath.

And then he was back home.

#i never know how to write endings but i just wanted to write him dying #it's a ficlet at best but it was fun #pixlriffs #empires smp #esmp #yeah that's it i think

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m0ther-of-p3arl · 11 months

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spiderverse mcyt au, anyone???

#more will be said if you wish to know #it wouldn't be all one fic #just lil concepts n ficlets n drawings #and such #mcytblr #spiderverse #empires #hermitcraft #traffic life #the life series #<- cuz those are the ones i'll be mostly drawing from #but with owen and others too ofc #so #outsiders smp #as well

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ashtreehollow · 2 years

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Thinking about soulmates and their shared wounds

Throughout Double Life, soulmates feel each other's pain. They feel other things, like emotions and when the other eats or sleeps for them, but mostly it's pain. Death wounds tend to stick around after respawn, which has always been the case in the Life games, but now it's your partner affected too.

Ren can't quite look anyone in the eyes for the rest of game, other than BigB who shares the same problem. Pearl has a scar on her back from where Joel stabbed her, a matching one adorning Scott. Cleo and Martyn have a twinge in their necks and a constant headache that reminds them both of their failed trust exercise. You get the picture.

Now, there was always something to catch the players by surprise in these games. In 3rd Life, it was the shock at seeing Jimmy, Cleo, and Skizz's bodies where they lost their final life. It was the numbness at having to bury a body. After the Battle of Dogwarts, the burials were quickly forgotten. In Last Life, the surprise was The Curse, the pure bloodlust that took over any and everyone, so different from the thrum of red lives.

What they didn't expect for Double Life was the permadeath wounds carrying over.

Jimmy wakes with a start, jostling poor Norman from where he lays next to him. The sudden shift from the cool air of the forest at night to the blistering heat of the mesa at mid day is stifling, and it takes him a moment to catch his breath. With a hand pressed against his chest, Jimmy takes in his surroundings.

'I'm not on the Ranch. I'm in Tumble Town. Deputy Norman is next to me and everything is fine.'

Except it wasn't. He was out first, again, like he always was. And it was worse because he dragged Tango down with him. Tango, the only one to tell him how proud he was of Jimmy without a hint of sarcasm or condescension in his voice; Tango, who never stood a chance of winning with him as a soulmate, but still fought like Hels to try. Oh, he hoped he wasn't too mad at him about costing them the win.

Bringing a hand up to wipe at his face, Jimmy was stopped short by the unnatural coloring of his skin.

"What in the world...?"

What once was tan, kissed by the sun in the mesa, Jimmy's hands now glowed an unearthly purple. Following the color up his arm, he noticed how the purple faded back to his natural skin color towards his elbows. Turning his hands over to look closer, Jimmy racked his brain for why this looked so familiar - both the distinct pattern on his arms and the eery shade of purple. It was nothing like the stain of purple dye, nor the color of amethyst. It was closer to the swirling vortex of a nether portal and the hypnotic gaze of an Enderman-

Oh no. That's what it was. This is the same mark that stained Skizzleman back in 3rd Life. Why was this here now? He knows he died to an Enderman, but the games were over, there shouldn't be any physical signs left over!

"Oh gods, this better fade soon. I don't need Joel teasing me about it any worse than he already will." He mutters to himself as pulls on a pair of leather work gloves. He's still The Sheriff and there's work to be done. He only hopes that Tango doesn't have any lasting pain from the sudden death...

On the Hermitcraft server, Tango pulls on his own pair of black leather gloves. There's work to be done on Decked Out, and if they stop others from asking about the purple stains on his arms, then that's something only he needs to know about.

#double life smp #double life smp spoilers #jimmy solidarity #solidarity gaming #tangotek #empires smp #hermitcraft #ficlet #headcanon drabble #ash blabs #i uh. got a little carried away woth this one #not beta read AT ALL #just had thoughts this morning and had to get them out

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minecraftbookshelf · 5 months

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Today on AMVs That Exist Only in Rain's Head...

Dark Empires SMP Season 1 AU

I have every beat of it in my head

#rain rambles #empires smp #empires s1 #first round is the ocean/cod alliance #lizzie for the verse and then like #dramatic poses for all of them for the chorus #second round is Fae Squad #rivendell siblings for the verse and dramatic poses for them all for the chorus #and then the last bit is WRA #ending with a dramatic shot of Pearl #i am heartbroken that this is not my art medium right now #this has lived rent free in my head for a year now #i will probably write some kind of ficlet for this #at some point #music #SoundCloud

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arospecsyourblockdudes · 2 years

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combine the headcanon that jimmy is a normal dude thats slowly getting turned into a toy bcus of joel w/the headcanon that only i possess of automaton jimmy and what do we get. an already inanimate robot who’s Alive Where It Matters slowly losing the bits of living he has while also having to deal with his more complex functions shutting down and watching himself become more of an object each day

#i have like a vaaaagueee ficlet concept for this in my brain #but not enough to actually write it #the only things i have r that its jimmys internal thoughts as this is happening #him going from referring to himself as he to referring to himself as it #and talking to joel about it and mentioning that its nice that his emotions are just gone bcus now he isnt afraid of essentially dying #again theres not much more besides that but #empires smp

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eagle-warri · 1 year

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pspsps @darubyprincxx. It’s Pix time

#empires smp #scott smajor #pixlriffs #eagle's ficlet #emhec cafe #we’ve got a tag now!#fanfiction

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darubyprincx · 1 year

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May I request something on dragons? -V

Between the written lines of legends, a harrowed man walked.

He'd been many things before- wayfarer, narrator, even a king in the lands where the stars wore thin -but this time, he was searching for something small. A singular phrase slipped into a paragraph, perhaps, or an allusion to a greater event in the stanzas of a hymn.

Pixl A. Riffs was looking for dragons.

In the universes where he walked alone, he seldom ventured to the End to complete the task that wrapped up the loose ends that comprised the universe's canon, preferring the hard truths and easier lies of the other two realms.

But when he did, more likely in the presence of others, they knew him as the man who tamed dragons.

Tonight, huddled up against an electric lamp for warmth, he was searching the reams of words at his fingertips for evidence of those nicknames.

He had lived those events, of course. Breathed them, died in some of them, gotten their black blood on his hands and shoulders and all over his blade until he was practically swimming in the residue of a very old thing.

(He wasn't proud of it, of course. But it had to be done.)

What wasn't important, to him at least, was the death. Death is eternal and mundane. It's everywhere. It did not gain him his title.

The thing that did was the rebirth.

Picture now, if you will, a man placing hair's-trigger crystals with the utmost caution on the leylines of the four cardinal directions in the middle of that unbreakable pillar that anchors the worlds. He steps back and watches them construct bones and skin and teeth, muscle and membrane, all in midair.

And the Dragon is reborn.

This time, it is wary, not immediately turned to aggression. It has only known violence. It's all it ever was raised to expect, from what the universe whispered in its ear during its conception.

But Pixl does not fight it. Instead, he walks up to it slowly, avoiding the great snapping maw, and instead of scarring its face with a sword, he reaches up and gently pats it instead.

Kindness where there could be aggression.

(The difference lies in the choice, of course. Pix knows this.)

Ah, there it is. Lines of verse. Not easily translatable, but what can be salvaged is this:

the dragon days, they come again / hands of heart and hearts of men

to slay the mighty is their fate / but some choose kindness o'er hate

He sighed and turned off the lamp. It was 3am. A good day's work, and hours of searching for this one little snippet, but he desperately needed sleep.

Ah, well. There was always tomorrow, wasn't there?

#blurry tag #answered #mcyt #empires smp #writing #it's 3:21 AM so i sort of finished this in a hurry lol but here's your ficlet!#pixlriffs

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wren-kitchens · 2 years

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past, present and future (with you)

WOO EMPIRES/DOUBLE LIFE FIC

the odds of me completing this entire thing are slim but for the time being imma try lmao

jimmy is frantically searching for string for a fishing rod when there’s a loud knock at his door. he grins, just knowing joel is gonna be there to launch him into the sky again and remembering the last time he tried.

he closes the chest and walks over to the door, but when he opens it he isn’t greeted with the regular sight of the god that is too tall to fit in his porch. instead, there’s a man with red eyes, blonde hair and a tail. definitely not joel.

the man looks slightly surprised when he sees jimmy. he notices that the man’s face is flushed with heat, so he’s probably not from around here.

“um, hi, sorry to bother you.” the man says, his tail swishing back and forth behind him. “but i heard that you found a giant fossil recently?”

“I did.” jimmy nods, slightly proud. “do you know pixlriffs?”

“yeah, he told me about it.” the man says. “I was wondering if you’d show me it?”

“‘course!” jimmy smiles, walking out of the doorway, closing his door behind him. “what’s your name?”

“i’m tango.” he says, following jimmy.

“i’m jimmy. nice to meet you.” jimmy says. “where are you from?”

“oh, nowhere around here.” tango says.

jimmy waits for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t so he leaves it.

“you’re an archeologist?” jimmy asks as they walk. it should be awkward, but somehow it’s not.

“not technically.” tango says. “it’s just interesting, you know? like, you never know what was happening here thousands of years ago. heck, this place could have been lush and green a thousand years ago.”

“I don’t reckon I could imagine this place as anything else.” jimmy says, looking around at the dry mountains of clay and sand that surrounds the town. “but yeah, you make a good point. I mean, this whole valley could have been a massive lake.”

tango nods enthusiastically, apparently pleased jimmy is interested. “yeah! like you could just find anything in here, buried in the sand.”

jimmy can’t help but smile. tango reminds jimmy of himself; often ignored or teased, so always happy when someone shares his interests.

“well, I mean, if you know anything about finding fossils.” jimmy shrugs, trying not to look like he cares too much (and probably failing based off tango’s excited expression). “you could come ‘round and show me how.”

tango grins. “that’d be awesome!”

jimmy feels his own face flush. well, it is a hot day. “c’mon, the mines are just this way.”

when they reach the fossil, tango is amazed by how authentic it is. (jimmy accidentally-on-purpose forgets to tell him that they had to replace the diamonds inside it).

“can you imagine how big of a creature this could have been?” tango’s face is so close to the glass, he has to wipe the condensation away with his sleeve. “if this was the size of the ribcage..” he trails off, apparently lost in thought.

jimmy doesn’t realise he’s staring until a rock falls from a ledge and he almost jumps out of his skin. he’s very thankful when tango doesn’t look up— he’s supposed to be the sheriff for crying out loud, a stone falling shouldn’t scare him that much.

“oh, hello.”

jimmy turns so fast he accidentally hits pixl with one of his wings.

“jesus, you scared me.” he says. “oh- sorry.” he notices he’s covered pix in yellow feathers.

“it’s fine.” pixl says, brushing the feathers off. “I scare a lot of people.”

“you are incredibly quiet.” jimmy puts a hand to his chest, feeling his heart racing. “what are you doing here?”

“well, i was visiting the fossil.” pixl says. “hey tango.” he adds.

“hi!” tango waves.

jimmy’s face heats up when he realises tango has seen the entire thing. he’s smiling in an amused way, but not it’s mocking. that’s good, right? he doesn’t want to ruin tango’s first impression of him.

“I can’t believe this is so exposed.” tango is saying to pixl. “it’s perfect for display already without excavation.”

“yeah, I mean we definitely struck lucky here.” pix agrees.

“and are all the diamonds naturally formed?” tango asks.

“they are.” pixl says. jimmy is incredibly relieved that he doesn’t tell tango what happened. “I think whatever creature this was might have had some kind of magic.”

“well, it’s a pretty magical world.” jimmy says, and the two turn to look at him. “we’ve got witches, we’ve got gods.”

pixl nods. “very true. you know, there’s evidence that there used to be ocean gods walking the earth. no one’s entirely sure how they died— from what we can infer, they were incredibly powerful.”

“ocean gods?” jimmy’s eyes widen. “how did you find out about them?”

“well, we think they existed.” pixl says, looking slightly surprised to have gotten jimmy’s full attention. “recently we’ve been finding some things washed up on the shore that look centuries old.”

“like what?” jimmy has to force himself not to jump when tango seemingly appears next to him. why is he so twitchy suddenly?

“so far we’ve found what seems to be prismarine from at least a millennia ago.” pixl says. “it doesn’t spawn naturally, and we know it’s not from a sea temple just by doing some tests.”

“so you’re saying that there could be remnants of a fallen kingdom in this world?” jimmy asks.

“more than one kingdom, we think.” pixl says. “we’ve found ancient carvings in the jungle, we’ve found preserved clothing in the swamp mud. heck, we’ve even found what we think are parts of statues right here in the mesa.”

“in the mesa?” jimmy says. “you mean, we could have statues from an ancient kingdom in the mesa?”

“it’s pretty likely.” pixl nods. “why, you interested?”

“am I!” jimmy exclaims.

“I can show you how to excavate things if you want.” tango says to him. “maybe I could come over in the next week?”

“that’d be amazing!” jimmy grins.

“does it matter what time?” tango asks.

“as long as it’s in daylight hours.” jimmy chuckles. “i’m gonna head back now, do you want me to show you the way out?”

tango nods. “i’ll stay here with pixl for a little longer, if that’s alright?”

“of course.” jimmy smiles. “i’ll see you around.” he waves and flies off.

#this is kinda bad but shhh we’re gonna pretend #endings are my least favourite #empires smp #empires season 2 #double life #double life ficlet #empires ficlet #rancher duo #team rancher #ranch duo

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lunarsands · 2 years

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Empires SMP Season 2 theories/headcanons that are completely wild speculation because the series just started! These are mainly about Scott and Sausage’s characters because @cynthrey and I are in a pit of brainrot over them in particular.

This might read a bit disjointed because it’s snipped from different discussions we’ve had but I tried to put them in order.

Regarding Scott’s character:

A collector of things, and that might not be limited to physical objects. He might have magical powers for all we know, which leads to him collecting things like other people’s memories.

The two different color eyes: one eye “collects” the memories, the other returns them.

Mix in some symbolism of "moon" eye takes the memories = like a dream, "sun" eye returns them = wakefulness

(The innocent, wholesome flower field is just a cover, the man is up to something)

Re, Sausage:

What if...going by the "all new characters" thing, it's not exactly S1!Sausage but a parallel version and similar things happened. Like maybe he was actually a blood relative of fWhip and Gem, or had a deeper relationship with Pearl, etc., and also ended up travelling dimensions.

Also throw in the concept of Sausage being cursed with immortality. (Y'all might see where I was going with this ficlet now)

(I’m putting the rest under a read more to save your dash and possibly your sanity)

Now have Scott poke around in Sausage’s memories. Scott seeing the memory of Pearl dying and just casually starts mentioning pearls around Sausage to see what sets him off, because he's mischievous/antagonistic like that.

(More Scott villain arc yes pls)

Him seeing Sausage’s past mistakes and everything he hates about his past (he does see a few happy memories but it’s like 1 out of 5). Then imagine Scott taking previous memories hostage -- snatches the memory of the Wither Rose Alliance -- and forces Sausage to collect something of great value or bye bye to one of the few good memories he still has.

Back to the Pearl relationship thought, maybe they never admitted their feelings and Scott has been memory viewing then hints about her out loud, which really presses Sausage's buttons because he lost her.

-first is just a peek and then when Scott notices how he can use that to his benefit he full on yoinks the memory of her -

Sausage being like "Hey why the f*ck does my heart hurt so much all of a sudden, I have no idea"

(Scott yoinking the memory of Pearl and then starts bringing sunflowers to Sausage, just to push buttons.)

Imagine Sausage threatening to kill him when he finds out and Scott just goes "yeah, no, bad idea, if I die so does the memory. Wanna lose her again?"

(In this house we love our angst)

turn things around and have Sausage asking Scott to remove a memory because it's so bad.

Not-so-evil (redemption arc?) Scott helping others get rid of memories that are just too painful to deal with = cute and sad

- would be extra painful if he sees the memories in first person too.

- one minute he is helping a friend, next one "he" is causing a bloodbath.

- But! What if it's so bad that even Scott doesn't want it in his head, and he will collect anything. Like something exceptionally horrific about something out in the dimensions Sausage traveled through.

Sausage: "What do you mean you are not going to take that memory???"

Scott: "Listen, Sausage, you are my friend but if YOU can’t deal with that memory what makes you think I can?"

Like before this anytime he stole a memory it was just being able to observe it but now he's experiencing them and feeling the emotions. (Oh look more shared feelings trope) Then he starts feeling things from the POV of other people in the memory, not just who he stole it from.

Scott: "Hey before I met you I was just watching these like a movie, now I'm feeling things, what did you do to me?"

Sausage: "Uh yeah there are side effects to travelling through dimensions. Um. Sorry I guess???"

#empires smp #empires smp s2 #empires smp headcanons #scott smajor #MythicalSausage #empires!scott #empires!sausage #I'm not insane enough to start writing fic #before the series even starts going anywhere #I mean excluding that ficlet #because apparently my muse possessed me #but this was fun to think about!

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dont-doubt-dopple · 2 years

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Does it ever drive you crazy?

…not being able to back home?” Katherine asked, her sword driving into another monster. “Well, Sanctuary is your home I guess. Where you were born, I mean.”

“Not really.” Sausage shrugged as he threw up his shield to protect them from a nearby creeper explosion. “Home … that home … isn’t safe for me much anymore.”

Streets of cobble and deepslate, surrounded on all sides by Dark Oak, overrun with blood sheep. A sacrifice that should have been done a long time ago. A sinister laugh echoing with the promise of revenge, scythe in hand.

“I’ve got plenty of flowers, Sausage.” Scott said, gesturing to the numerous fields splayed before him in the Color Kingdom. “Do you have a preference. And don’t say poppies!”

“I wasn’t, I promise!” He laughed. “I was thinking … sunflowers! Lots and lots of them! Those are my favorite. Good memories with them.”

A woman dressed in green surrounded by wheat, sword in hand with a smile on her face. The one who could pull him out, even just for a moment, out of a demons spell. The one who never left his side right next door until the very end.

“Now I could have sworn I had a sparring buddy somewhere. Yeah, yeah it’s you. Get back here, you silly nugget. We’ve got some fighting to do.”

“Wait …” Sausage looked out over his sheep, noticing one was much different than the others. “Why are you red?” Quickly digging through the spare barrels, he picked up the most naturally feeling color. He returned and dyed the sheep blue. “Eh, no matter.”

Lives past to return to the present. Blue lights all around in campfire, lanterns, candles. Blue spreading, warding, fighting against the red of corruption. A redemption given by that which is the most precious to you.

“A lot of people are very angry, very sad. You guys are covered in cranberry sauce and you aren’t trying to clean yourselves which is a sign that you’re probably depressed. Sucks away all your sadness and it turns blue. And what you can do is throw the blue away and that’s all your sadness gone.”

8 portals sit lit in the Counsel Room. 7 seats remain occupied. The newest one still sits empty.

“Oh Bubbles would love it here.”

Just how fast the night changes?

A little thing inspired by Sausage’s Episodes and what I can’t tell is new lore or purposeful throwbacks. Either way, I know this interpretation will be wrong eventually but I had to write it. This man’s videos and storytelling live in my head rent free a lot more than it should.

Quote 1 at 2:36, Quote 2 at 6:47 plus other inspiration for this ficlet as a whole at 5:14, and Quote 3 can be found here.

#empires smp #empires smp season 2 #mythical sausage #empires sausage #empires season 2 sausage #mcyt #ficlet #Dopple work

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