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sourlemonjuice · 1 year

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Art dump because I am insane I think anyways uhhhhhh Maria hiiii r you single orrrrrr

(Edit just realized I put the Bdubs drawing I’ve already posted whOOPSIES I guess)

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fruityenderman · 11 months

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HAPPY 2ND ANNIVERSARY EMPIRES SMP 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

I've been planning this drawing for well over a year and a half, SO happy to finally have it done! And just in time for the anniversary!

[ID: a traditional drawing featuring all of the empires season one members. In the middle is the empires logo. Starting at the bottom left, and going counter clockwise, is Gem, Fwhip, Sausage, Pearl, Lizzie, Pix, Jimmy, Scott, Xornoth, Joey, Katherine, Joel, and Shrub. Everyone is drawing from about half body and up. End ID.]

Close ups under the cut!

[ID:

1. A close up on gem, fwhip, and Sausage.

2. A close up on shrub, joel, and joey.

3. A close up on pearl, lizzie, and pix.

4. A close up on Katherine and xornoth.

5. A close up on Scott and Jimmy.

6. A close up on the logo.

End ID.]

#empires smp #empires smp fanart #empires fwhip #empires sausage #empires pearl #empires lizzie #empires pix #empires jimmy #empires scott #empires xornoth #empires joey #empires katherine #empires joel #empires shrub #empires gem #fawn.art #during pride month... happy birthday to these gay block ppl <3<3

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catboy-scott-agenda · 1 year

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some nature wives wedding hcs (courtesy of the nature wives discord)

sausage started planning the wedding the day he learned shelby liked katherine. he and tortoise coordinated the actual wedding and argued over the colour scheme (sausage wanted green and pink, tortoise wanted blue and purple). they finally agreed on lavender and sage green.

fwhip made their rings, and shelby enchanted them so that the wearers can communicate through them.

katherine made her own wedding dress. she also designed shelby’s outfit (a suit embroidered with flowers), but she needed help adjusting it since katherine didn’t want to actually see her in it. luckily, scott knows a thing or two about sewing.

gem is katherine’s maid of honour (she actually woke up for the occasion), tortoise is shelby’s best man

pix officiates the wedding.

lizzie is the ring bearer. fwhip makes a joke like “ring bearer? i thought she was a cat!” she refuses to speak to him for the rest of the wedding.

hermes is the flower girl.

during the “speak now or forever hold your peace” bit, joey jokingly starts to stand up to object. sausage pulls him down. only shelby laughs.

for their first dance, oli performs a ballad he wrote for them. it’s twenty minutes long. he had to be dragged off the stage so he wouldn’t start another number.

big thanks to @foggy-rain, @distraughtfulsul, @phai-the-lesbiab, and @dragonsfortune for helping come up with these!

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lolli-popples · 1 year

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Imagine if Pix found out Evil Sausage was from the ancient past and ended up defeating him by just putting him in a glass box.

#empires smp #empires season two #empires season 2 #empires s2 #pixlriffs #empires pix #evil sausage #mythicalsausage #empires sausage #in the box you go #lollipopplestalks

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stellocchia · 1 year

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I think Pix is losing his mind.

Apparently, this little guy is his nemesis:

He's currently monologuing to it. I think he needs some sleep. Or emerald ores. I reckon a deepslate emerald ore would fix him.

#hermicraft #empires smp #esmp s2 #empires pix #pixlriffs #hc x esmp #esmp x hc

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djpurple3 · 2 years

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s1 Cod Alliance lives in my head all the time always and i just need to guys to know i miss them terribly. so. Cod Alliance Drinking Night.

and this piece has. legit. taken me months (on and off). if you like it please reblog it <3 ;u;

@belovedgamers @merlybird500 @kiwibaskerville @felinedetached @leiasolo77 (i know u dont follow these things but <3 in the very least im proud of this)

[Image ID: Lizzie, Joel, Jimmy and Pix from Empires SMP sitting around a table, talking and laughing. They’re all holding some form of alcohol, or have it sitting nearby. Pix is smiling, waving a hand, telling a story. Lizzie is leaning back in her seat, laughing with her eyes closed. Joel is looking at Pix, barely managing to keep from cry-laughing. Jimmy is also looking at Pix, and gesturing pointedly, grinning.

They’re sitting in a warmly lit room with a fireplace behind them, with a shield with Mezalean colours hanging from the mantelpiece, with two crossed diamond swords behind it. Photos line the right wall and small pots, one with a little pink azalea bush, sit on a chest of drawers on the left wall. The curtains on the right hand window are half-pulled back to show a dark, starry night with a crescent moon partially obscured by clouds. The artist’s signature is written transparent over the fireplace. /End ID]

#empires #empires smp #empires art #ldshadowlady #jimmy solidarity #joel smallishbeans #pixlriffs #empires lizzie #empires joel #empires jimmy #empires pix #empires s1 #empires fanart #mcyt #alcohol tw #i just miss them soooooo much #this piece was a challenge but i like it. i like it. enjoy my art

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tinapaysmp · 2 years

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Empires False is my new pathetic skrunkly woman. She is my blorbo and I hope she eventually finds friends soon.

I want her to be introduced to Hermes. I want Sausage, or maybe even Joel, to let her babysit Hermes one day because Joel doesn't trust Lizzie after the last time. I want her to visit Sanctuary to have a little fun. The whole place is just inviting and it would make her feel less hostile and be more welcomed.

I want her to meet Shelby, who is definitely not running away from the cops. To trade books for potions with each other. I want her to be introduced to Tortoise 'cause he's such a cute guy. Maybe Shelby could give her a potion that could help her jog her memory like what she did to Sausage.

I want her to befriend Pix who would tell her about the history of the place. Imagine if Pix might even give her some insight on what she remembers.

I want Oli to crash in with her and just starts free loading mainly because he recognizes that they're both isekai protagonists. I want them to be a duo of some sort. I want Oli to cause her more problems. Either that or he tries to make himself useful to her somehow. Or maybe try to invite her to the Oliopogo for vacation.

But anyway, so far I am loving her episodes and I love how she approaches all the weird things she encounters.

#empires smp #empires false #falsesymmetry #mythicalsausage #smallishbeans #shubble #pixlriffs #theorionsound #empires sausage #empires joel #empires shubble #empires pix #empires oli #bread.txt #is it obvious that I've only now finished catching up to her episodes

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enderman-minecraft · 2 years

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“pix has long been missing” out of EVERYTHING in the rapture is what makes me the weepiest, there is just something so deeply tragic about smp members leaving before the smp is done. of course nothing against pix himself for focusing on other projects, but just the idea that nobody in the story of empires has seen pix for a while, and they’re assuming that they’re just missing eachother, or that pix is just off adventuring or whatnot, until finally the world ends and pix is still nowhere to be seen and nobody knows what happened to him, is he okay, is he dead, did he escape, how long has he truly been gone

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sourlemonjuice · 9 months

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*leans against door*

*falls through the frame*

*sprains my ankle*

#esmpdau #empires Pix #empires au #pixlriffs #pixlriffs fanart #Pixlriffs art #empiressmp #empires smp s2

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cydanite · 1 year

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Swamp Duo AU: Part 8

8/9 - (FIRST) (<PREV<) (>NEXT>) (AU MASTERPOST)

(Ao3 LINK)

"Well," Pix starts, shuffling the many books and papers bundled in his arms. Shelby quickly places a table of wood planks over the mud, upon which Pix hefts the academic mass onto with a heavy thump. Shaking the strain out of his arms, he carefully begins organizing them, setting most of the articles to the side. What remains in the center is a maroon colored tome, not especially thick but fitted with large pages. Imprinted on its cover, the words "Art of the Pre-Ruinous and Ruinous Eras: a Documentation of Historical Works."

"Shelby I’m not sure how much you know about the Old Continent’s empires. Where the northern region of the Seareach Peninsula is now, on its western coast. That is where the Codlands once was.”

“A kingdom built into the swamps and salt marshes, home to slime farmers and fishermen. Curiously, the majority of its citizens were not human, but are referred as cod in most documentation. There is evidence of massive aqueducts throughout the Codland’s capital through which aquatic life theoretically could traverse the city. It brings the question though, why would cod desire to build a governed kingdom, on land no less? And how could they have constructed it?”

“The answer, as hypothesized today, is that there was some kind of influence that drew the cod to that area. An offspring of an ancient leviathan, said to have walked out from the tide and built a kingdom upon the marshes. So if my suspicions are correct…" Shelby follows his gaze upwards, from the book's art onto Jimmy's pale face.

"Codfather, Emperor of the Codlands, one of 12 Emperors of the Old Continent. That's you, right?”

The two of them stare at Jimmy, who opens and closes his moth like a, well... like a fish.

"N- no."

"No?" Pix challenged. "But-"

“No I’m not, right?" He shrinks in on himself, no longer meeting their eyes. "The Codlands doesn’t exist anymore. I don’t steward the land, I've lost my connection to it. So no, I'm not an Emperor.”

The air goes quiet. Even without knowing what kingdoms made up the old empire, she of course knows how they fell. She knows about The Rapture. A miles-wide nuclear explosion at the heart of the continent, the kingdom it was detonated in leveled to the ground in seconds. Outwards the shock wave spread, shattering the earth in all directions. The ground gave way to chasms, molten rock erupted from the core, and the rivers and ocean receded. Crops burnt, buildings toppled, the sky was blotted in ash, and the Kingdoms of the Old Continent, only having started to recover from blight, fell one by one to pestilence and ruin.

She knows about The Rapture, everyone does. Even those who didn't pay attention in history class usually tuned in for this chapter. If not for the destruction, then for how it started. Following the imprisonment of a demonic threat to all the land, a ceasefire between two warring nations is cautiously left instated. One nation is a center of industry, powered by smoke and redstone and led by a genius inventor. The other a small seaside kingdom, their leader a punching bag with little power over the fate of his nation. The underdog leader meets in his enemy's capital, hoping to establish peace after decades of war. The inventor agrees, enthusiastic to stop the fighting. After much discussion and debate, the two are seemingly ready to finalize the decision. In an act of trust, the inventor leads the underdog into the heart of his city, where an impossible reactor pulses with the energy to power the whole of the nation. The doors close behind the two and... only minutes pass before it all ends.

She knows about The Rapture. Twelve whole nations brought to ruin, all because of the cowardly Seaside King who wanted just once to be the sole arbiter of fate.

Wait a minute.

Shelby takes a step back, the tension making it feel like she's walking on a wire. There's no way, right? She didn't just have tea with the man who caused the apocalypse? Pix watches her connect the dots in her head and follows her suit, stepping away from the fish man.

"No, you're not an emperor anymore. None of your fellow emperors were in power for long after that day. The Rapture ended your era in minutes. The Old Continent was devastated. And before us, Shelby, is the very man who pushed the button."

She watches Pix take another step back, eyes focused on The Codfather. His left hand slowly reaches behind his back, hiding a splash potion being pulled from his inventory. His right hand at his side, but readied to reach for the sword in his inventory. Oh no. She turns back to Jimmy. He's bristling, shoulders heaving with heavy breaths. Oh no. This just got very dangerous, didn't it. Pix is speaking to her in a low voice now, and she can hear the fear he'd been suppressing.

"Get ready to cast something or run."

Shelby tries to think of what she could do, what she should do. Things were moving too fast. Her stomach starts to go sour. Pix has quickly raises his voice again, shouting now. "Why did you do it? Why did you destroy all you had, just for the chance to feel power beyond your fellow rulers?”

In a split second, a lot of things happen. The Codfather, now shaking, makes a sudden move towards them. Pix launches the fizzing potion and jumps back, preparing for the worst. And Shelby, in a moment of pure stress, pulls out her wand and casts the first spell she can think of. Two bubbles, shimmering iridescent, form around both The Codfather and her and Pix. The thin glass of the potion shatters against the opposing bubble's outer edge, dull purple vapors dissipating harmlessly. The two stop and stare at Jimmy, who'd fallen forward on his knees. It takes a second for them to realize. He's crying.

Shelby dissipates the spell. She takes a step forwards, despite Pix's nervous stare. One more step, then another, until she is crouched before the Ancient Cod King, tears making soft plaps upon the mud. He doesn't take notice, wide eyes staring at the dead air in front of him. His breaths are quick and shallow, with each one making his chest shudder. Oh no, this is bad for different reasons now. Quietly, cautiously, she starts talking.

"Hey Jimmy? This is Shelby, your friend. I need you to take a deep breath in, okay? Just one long breath"

It takes a moment, and she isn't sure Jimmy heard her at first, but the short shallow breaths are eventually replaced by a single, clumsy inhale.

"Good. Now try and breath out, slow and steady."

The exhale is wheezed out, snotty and gross. But calmer. They go through the exercise a few more times. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale, until the steady breaths no longer need instruction. Jimmy is still crying but his eyes have focused again, now looking at the ground beneath him. Shelby is suddenly aware of the freezing-cold mud soaking through the knees of her overalls. Jimmy gives a shaky breath.

"...I- I can't remember. Which one of us pressed that button? I didn't- I... neither of us wanted what..." His arms wrap around his head. "We thought we had really reached peace. That we were all headed for an age of prosperity.... that's all I wanted."

The two of them sit in silence, save for the soft pitter of tears and the buzzing of mayflies deeper in the swamp. There's a squelch of mud behind them as Pix walks over, a water bottle and towel in his hands. Jimmy takes the towel, tissue sized in his hand, and starts to wipe his face. Pix, unsure how to start, kneels into the mud as well.

"I'm... sorry how that happened. That must've been awful to live through. I... I suppose history isn't fair to those not there to write it."

He stops there. History remembering Jimmy as a monster isn't the issue at hand right now. Instead they let Jimmy cry as much as he needs to. Shelby thinks about it, how accidentally being involved in the ending of the world would feel. She thinks about the old ruins in the forest by her hometown, the ravines carved into the earth just outside the Witch's Academy's campus. She thinks about her blunder with her potions hut, how she had ended a tiny part of the world right there.

She thinks if she survived causing the apocalypse, she would crawl into a hole and sleep forever as well.

After a few minutes, the tears are all out of Jimmy's system. He sniffles, wiping his eyes with the towel one last time.

"M' sorry about that. I, um..."

"Hey, it's okay. You, uh, really seemed like you needed that cry, huh?" Shelby stands up, offering Jimmy her hand. He takes it, but gets up on his own since she's too short to offer leverage.

"I think... that's probably enough stress for today." Pix pulls out a shulker box, carefully packaging his books and papers now that he has ample time to. "How about we go someplace with a bit more room and a bit less mud? I'll be honest, I had Joel on stand-by in case things got too out of hand." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "I... I seriously thought there was no possible way it could be you, but I called Joel just to calm my nerves. I didn't want the situation to get dangerous." The shulker closes with a click.

"With that aside, Stratos should be spacious and comfy enough to accommodate you until we can build you a proper house. How's that sound?"

Joel's empire was, in fact, spacious and warm and much less muddy. And while the god was at first annoyed that "back-up" meant offering a room to the potential murderous fishman he was warned about, he soon determined the situation wasn't anything worth worrying about to him.

For the first night in many, many nights, Jimmy slept in a bed instead of a hole in the ground. And though he didn't let himself dream yet, he had to admit it was a lot more comfy up here.

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strawberry-tom · 2 years

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Some Empires Headcanons bc Why Not. Also Fan Theory at the end

There isn't just one Pixl! There are multiple Pixls who are all archeologists. That's why there isn't a character! Like, how are you supposed to make a character when there are multiple?

Lizzie's ears is covered with a top hat. Big Ear Supremecy. Btw, did I mention that the ribbon thingy that covers the bottom of the top part is just cat hair?

Shubble accidentaly cursed someone once and didn't tell them. The person was Scott and he thought it was another witch instead of her.

Hermes was found in a forest in which Joel and Sausage adopted them

Joel's breakfast usually consists of chicken/pork/horse sausages. The pork is from the child piglins.

Joel was apparentaly worthy of something to become a god, right? No, not really. The gods were just bored and wanted a new friend and thought him being the chaotic person he is was perfect!

Joel is actually one of the nicer gods. Yes he might've killed countless children and horses, fish rodded people, and a bit egotistical but at least he didn't drain the oceans or try to corrupt the whole world. Also all the gods are egotistical anyways.

Jimmy likes to put milk before cereal(derogatory)

Also what is going to happen to Hermes??? Joel said that Hermes is gonna be part of the lore (as least that's what i remember), so im scared. Are they gonna kill their boi Hermes???

Actually, are people gonna blackmail with Hermes... Oh no... Please don't make this happen... I don't want anything to happen to Hermes. I already got too attached 😭😭

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thedo0zyslider · 1 year

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Sweet Exchanges - 2k words

A storm is coming, and it brings a certain archeologist to Oli’s doorstep. Not that he's complaining.

A03 Link

The sun was unusually tame that day, Oli found. It wasn’t radiating as much heat as it normally did, particularly because it was starting to be covered by a handful of light gray clouds. Oli really, really hoped there wouldn’t be a storm. Storms weren’t particularly great when you lived on a beach, especially bad ones. So if the gods wanted to curse him today, he hoped it would be with a calm one. He was still cross about having to fix and remake all of his outdoor decorations after the last bad one.

He spent a few hours like that, working himself into a tizzy over a storm that might not even happen. And if you asked him, the storm came before the rain that day, and it came in the form of a very familiar man jumpscaring him and bloody laughing about it.

Pixlriffs himself had showed up, right when Oli had worried himself so much that he was now beginning to move anything that would fit inside his main tent. The archaeologist had appeared behind him out of nowhere, which was something the man had a talent for. The bard had jumped maybe a foot in the air, screaming about god knows what, when Pix leaned down and whispered “boo” in his ear while his mind was elsewhere.

“PIXL!” He shrieked, growing a little more indignant at the laughter flooding the air. “What was the bloody point of that!?” The blonde yelled further, throwing his arms up into the air.

It took that dastardly man a whole two minutes to respond; he was laughing so hard, damn him. “Sorry,” Pix wiped the beginning of tears from his eyes. “You’re just really easy to scare.”

“That doesn’t mean you get to do it!” Oli huffed, playing up his earlier indignation for the dramatics. He crossed his arms over his chest for extra flare, sleeves that were slightly too puffy being pressed down against the front of his bard’s shirt.

“Sorry again,” The brunette repeated, and Oli gave a rather drawn out shrug and eye roll as a response.

“Well,” He sighed, noticing how the corners of Pix’s lips quirked upwards slightly. “You just sound so genuine, so i guess it’s fine,” Oli smiled--almost smirked--as he got in the other’s personal space, having to strain upwards slightly. Whoever granted Pixl almost a whole half foot of height on him should be fired, but that was just a personal opinion.

“I’m glad my apology is accepted,” Pix returned his little smirk, clasping his hands together behind his back. Daro brown eyes filtered to the beach behind him, and the archaeologists gaze had a familiar look of muddled curiosity to it once more. “What were you doing over there, exactly?” He asked, taking a good few moments to scan over the scene behind them.

“Oh, you mean the thing you so rudely interrupted?” That earned a small, yet amused eye roll from Pix. “Just a little worried about a storm,” The bard began to explain, making a general hand gesture at the gray clouds forming above him. “I was trying to move some stuff inside, and I was almost done before a certain man showed up!”

“Want any help?” Pix asked, once again looking at the bard's stuff with a mild curiosity.

“Oh, you’re too kind Pixlriffs!” Oli exclaimed, throwing him part of the fences that had once kept his dragon egg over the fire. He didn’t really need to keep anything roasting anymore, but kept it around for aesthetic reasons mostly. Pix caught it easily, and apparently it wasn’t heavy enough for him because he picked up the other end before the bard could. Fine, he wants a strength test? Then he’ll get a strength test! Oli thought, adding his heaviest instrument to the load as well.

He instructed Pixl which chest they were to be stored in for the time being, before leaning back against his tent’s side to watch. The brunette lifted his things with ease though, gently putting them on the ground like they were exhibants at his museum. Oli had never really noticed how strong Pix was, but he supposed it made sense. The man was restoring a whole empire and had probably done his fair share of heavy lifting in the process.

Eyes traced over the archaeologist's muscles as he put the last item away, eventually moving downwards to his chest area. The front of the dark blue shirt was always unbuttoned, but just enough to reveal a small amount of its wearer’s chest. Oli had thought it was kinda slutty before, and very alluring. His eyes wandered to that spot more often that he’d like to admit, Pix usually making no comment if he noticed.

But today the archaeologist glanced back at him and smirked, an expression Oli did not like one bit. “See something you like?” Pixl asked, his voice becoming more deep and smooth than it usually was. He smirked at the flush that was spreading across pale cheeks at his words.

“Maybe..” The bard muttered, turning his back on the other to pop his head outside. More storm clouds had formed, ones that were darker than their predecessors. Oli frowned at this, glad he’d moved his stuff inside early.

“You were right,” A voice was suddenly right beside him, the sound of Pix’s quiet breaths in his ear. He hadn’t even heard him move. “A storm is coming.”

Oli glanced over his shoulder, failing to hide how startled he now was. Pix was bold today, wasn’t he? The brunette was standing behind him, chest pressed against the upper part of his back a little. If the archaeologist were to move his head slightly it would be resting on his shoulder, which Oli found when he turned his head to meet the man’s teasing gaze. Hands hesitated above his waist, as if Pix was unsure about resting them there.

“You’re quite close there, Mr. Riffs.” The blonde said quietly, almost bumping his nose with Pix’s. Hands finally went to rest on his sides, their soft touch burning. (Burning in the way that made Oli want more.) This was far too close to be anything platonic, but Oli didn’t mind. He was just leaning into the slutty bard persona, nothing more, nothing less. There certainly weren't any real feelings at stake here.

“And you’re not complaining about it,” Pixl watched as Oli moved his head away a little. He smirked as the tent’s entrance was zipped. It wasn’t closed fully, just enough to keep the coming rain out. Certainly wasn’t closed for privacy reasons either, though it would be embarrassing to be caught like this. For both of them, not just the bard, though Pixl dealt with his shame more quietly than the blonde did.

The next thing he knew Oli was pressing him into the floor, his bottom landing a little roughly against the tents flooring. The archaeologist was now being straddled near the back wall of Oli’s home, plush thighs pressing nicely against his own. The bard’s hands flailed uselessly for a moment, before pinning his wrists down against his side.

"Maybe I like being close to you, ever consider that?" Oli's voice is quieter than it had been a moment ago as he leaned forward. A few of his bangs began to fall, covering his half lidded eyes slightly. Pix knows he shouldn't do this, really knows that whatever is going through his head is a bad idea, but nevertheless he goes against his better judgment for the third time that day, suspecting he'll do the same again later. He gently brushes the hair out of Oli's face, and tucks it behind an ear. It would be a crime to have such pretty eyes hidden, after all.

Pix smiles softly at the reaction he gets, enjoying the faint redness that returns to Oli's cheeks. The bard really is quite a pretty man, if you take the time to admire him that is.

"You are such a tease," The blonde huffs, blush spreading to his neck as Pix tucks his hair away again. He unpins the brunette's wrists, going to wrap his arms around the other's neck instead. For now Pixl keeps his arms where they are, awkwardly against his side and hands fiddling on the floor beneath them.

"I know," Pix smiles again, leaning forward on nothing but an impulsive thought. And to his absolute delight, he is meet in the middle by warmer lips than his own.

Oli sighs into the kiss, smooth lips capturing his own slowly, a nice contrast to his own lips; which were surely a little chapped by now. He leaned into the action a little too quickly though, and was almost surprised at the softness of it all. Kissing Pix was nice, just a little unexpected is all.

Pix wasn’t a bad kisser, not in any form. This was just much more…gentle than previous kisses Oli had experienced. The bard had experienced a fair share of kisses, and all had ended up being more on the fiery side, so much so Oli didn’t think he’d ever been kissed calmly in his life. The archaeologist might have his flirtatious moments sometimes, but he’d never quite fit the criteria of passionate, so the more gentle approach didn’t come as a big surprise. Oli didn’t mind it though, he didn’t mind the softness at all, it was something he could be glad to get used to. He let Pixl gently cup the side of his face, cradling it as if it was the most precious thing in the world and thumbing his cheek. And oh, he could definitely get used to being held like this.

A half gloved hand came to rest on the bard’s waist, clutching it just as gently as the other hand was holding his face. Oli smiled softly against the others lips, letting a tongue quietly slip into his mouth and explore it for a little while. Hands tangled into soft brown hair, pulling Pix closer to their owner until the former’s back was bumping against a tent wall. As far as first kisses went, this was probably the best one Oli had ever had. And if they didn’t need to breathe he was sure he would’ve had it for a few minutes more.

They pulled apart slowly at first, neither quite registering the need for air. More kisses were exchanged, some led by Oli, some not. They were small ones, not as long as the first one they shared, but long enough to steal a few puffs of breath from both of them. Small pecks were pressed to faces in between, to Oli’s cheeks and freckles, to Pix’s nose and right under where his glasses rested. The bard was quite enjoying the other’s tongue in his mouth, and a very big part of him wanted to get used to that as well.

The kisses that were eventually pressed to his neck weren’t pressed hard enough to even bruise, and the motion didn’t have a hungry air to it either. They were loving, the kisses were. They were akin to the casual pecks someone placed upon their partner's skin during lazy mornings. Everything about it was warm and gentle and kind, just like Pixl himself.

The two stopped kissing eventually; the archaeologist laughing at the small, playful and ultimately meaningless pout Oli shot him. The bard stopped pouting when a few more kisses were pressed into his hair, a giggle running through the man behind him. It was a nice laugh, Pix’s laugh, he wanted to hear it more. He didn’t have to wait long for that though, as another escaped Pix when Oli shifted into his lap like a cat would, practically begging for cuddles.

“You comfortable?” Pix asked, not trying to hide the fondness in his voice. Oh, he was very gone for this man.

“Very,” Oli muttered sleepily, burying his slightly blushing face into the blue fabric of Pixl’s shirt. Pix laughed again, and it was then that the bard registered that it had begun to rain at some point after they entered the tent. It seems that storm had come after all, just thankfully not as bad as the Oli’d been fearing. Well then, it’s a good thing he’d made this place waterproof, wasn’t it?

Pix’s arms tightened around the smaller person in his arms, listening to Oli’s breathing even out, and to the rain. He buried his own head against the other, nuzzling at the bard’s shoulder affectionately. The archaeologist didn’t do things like this very often, so he was treasuring every second of this, unsure when he’d experience anything close to it again. He wanted more, he wanted it to happen soon. And sitting there like this, against his better judgment, Pix began to hope for it. It was becoming a yearning, the longer he dwelled on it, so he didn’t dwell.

Instead the archaeologist let his breathing even out, falling asleep with a bard who was far too cute for his own good clutched lovingly in his arms. He wasn’t sure if they’d speak of this come morning, or if it’d be another thing he’d have to preserve in his memory for the rest of time. But that was a problem for morning Pix.

And morning Pix got what he was yearning for. More sleepy cuddles, more sleepy kisses (these ones were more sloppy though, kisses where you missed half the other person's mouth,) and a a quiet conformation that there would be even more in the future. For however long this world would last, as Oli had somewhat ominous phrased it.

For however long this world shall last, you are love.

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