#ghost pix

[rhapsoddity]

Unintentionally all the crown wearers but

Some character design practice with some Empires ppl!

#empires smp #esmp #empiresblr #geminitay #pixlriffs #smajor #ghost pix

[floweroflaurelin]

Huevember day 18: Ghosts in the Catacombs

This is my first time trying to paint a ghost! I suppose one benefit of being dead is that you’ll always have light to read by haha

#huevember #huevember 2023 #pixlriffs #empires smp #empires smp fanart #pixlriffs fanart #empires fanart #empires pixlriffs #empiresblr #esmp #floweroflaurelin art #mcyt fanart #mcyt #mcytblr #I really like how this one came out :D #ghost!pix can hold books in canon since he can still use all his minecraft tools so here he is reading one lol

[pixlokita]

I head canon that Gregory doesn’t know how to swim so Freddy and Vanessa try giving him swimming lessons and he has to wear and use floatys.

You can only hear the sound of the rubber floaties with every step he takes whenever they go to the pool 😭 gotta stay extra safe

#pix answers #fnaf #aw it ate my original one #I was talking about him and Vanessa getting covered in all the sun screen because Freddy told them to #and looking like ghosts and slipping everywhere #riperonnis original ask #tumblr ate you

[strelitzien-gewaechs]

whats a better home for a ghost than a museum full of ancient artifacts

[non-translucent version under the cut]

#pixlriffs #empires smp #empires season2 #empires fanart #pixlriffs fanart #mcyt fanart #i needed to draw ghost pix. otherwise i wont stop thinking about his ep... #2023 strel art #strels art

[scribbling-dragon]

i may be incredibly late to this. but i am still thinking about pix’s empires episode (and more specifically the Crown). the two episodes, actually. because he notices, before he finds the crown that the daffodils (?) have changed and “withered” to become a wither rose. and then he finds the crown. behind pearl’s mural-thing. and then he puts it on. he becomes king of the server. and then there’s the tea party, and pix dies, he withers. from a crown he found behind a mural to pearl. and what happened to pearl? she withered. that’s how her series ended, she withered away. and then scott has the crown, still has the crown as far as i remember, so we just need to wait and see how he dies, i suppose

#ive been thinking about this for the past few days #in that pix never got a death in s1. but he's mirroring the way pearl's episode ended #and how her series ended. with her withering away (becoming a ghost in that she is only remembered by people and not physically present) #maybe scott will get stabbed and die. who knows! but i think if that happened i would just go a little bit more insane over them tbh #empires smp #empires smp s2 #pixlriffs #empiressmp

[satellite-starss]

liddol guy 💥

[please avoid spoilers in the comments and tags i haven’t finished the game yet💛]

#hollow knight #hollow knight the knight #hollow knight ghost #more messing around with the pixely brush 😈😈 #dont know if the shading makes sense HAHA i like it tho #im currently going through white palace for the first time #send help 😀 #i took one look at path of pain and ran the other way HAHA im struggling enough with just the palace 😭😭 #also 2 posts in one night after months of not posting?? y’all should be proud of me😭😭/pos #satellitesart✨

[cydanite]

The Scientific Method

Ao3 link:

Pix's fellow emperors weren't sure what to make of their friend flinging himself back into his work after the tea party. They were happy, of course, that the consequences of his strange death hadn't deterred him from his work. Pix loved what he did, it was clear to see. Uncovering mysteries big and small, learning of what had once been lost. None of the standard doom and gloom associated with ghosts had accompanied Pix's change. He was still the same old archaeologist, joyously engrossing himself in his empire's ruins.

But, that was strange too, right? Most people, upon dying and coming back a specter, would not immediately be so content. They would need time to process what had happened, to grieve what they have lost, to right themselves and prepare for the future. And Pix should be no different. He never struck them as a particularly resilient man. He was wise, certainly. But not so emotionally hardened as to let undeath roll right off his back. Right?

Yet as Oli flew over the capital's tallest hill, Pix was hard at work below him, taking careful measurements of stone foundations. He banked to land, circling in tight motions to slow his descent.

"My boy! My sweet history boy!"

Pix looked up, a smile breaking through the confusion on his face, and chuckled.

"Oli! Ahoy there!" he waved as Oli landed, skidded a few meters, kicking up dirt before coming to a complete halt. Safely grounded, he turned back to Pix with a grin. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Oh Pix, always a charmer." Oli waved him off in mock embarrassment. "Can't a guy check in on his buddy? His cool history friend? We're pals, we hang out! Y'know." He bounced with each sentence, shuffling his feet and waving his arms. "Not to distract you from your work, of course. Just for company!"

"Well," Pix turned back to the expanse of stone laid out before him. The groundwork for the castle he was carefully reconstructing. "I'm taking some measurements to confirm what I have here is accurate. I wouldn't want to start building only to realize I'd mistaken where a wall should be. You're welcome to keep me company if that isn't too dull."

"No, no, I love history! Big history guy!" Oli peered over Pix's work area. A journal was open next to him, flipped open to a top-down sketch of the castle grounds. Every coordinate, horizontal measure, and corner angle was annotated. The lines were thin and precise, tiny penmanship making the most of the space and crowding the paper in a sea of numbers. Over them, though, a scattered few corrections stood out like a sore thumb. Large, messy scrawl with uneven pressure and several blotches where the pen had slipped from his hands. The pen sat disregarded, half-submerged in the inkwell.

Oli shuffled on his feet. "Do you need any help, king? I could take notes for you if you'd like?"

Pix followed his gaze and smiled. "Not a king anymore but- thanks, Oli. That would make my work a lot easier. I, uh, still haven't got the fine motor skills figured out." He flexed a transparent hand before him, wiggling his digits. Oli picked the pen out of the inkwell and wiped the excess ink off of its stem, before sitting on the ground and placing the journal on his lap. Pix turned back around and resumed his measurements.

"You can flip to a new page and just write the measurements in a list. I'll transfer them to the plans later."

"Can do." The bard watched intently as the archaeologist fell back into his work, taking careful measurements of the lines of stone on the ground. The conversation lulled into the occasional back and forth of information.

“West gate western wall. Four meters.”

Oli turned away from softly tuning his lute and scribbled the numbers down. “Gotcha… hey, Pix?”

“Yeah?”

“I just wanted to say: You’ve been pretty gung-ho with your work recently! Really got that ‘go get-em’ attitude, despite-uh, the… complications?”

Pix is too far away for Oli to make out his expression, but there’s a few seconds pause before he responds.

“There’s been some growing pains, sure. But I enjoy what I do.” He peers over his tape again. “West gate western wall inset. Eighty-seven point five centimeters.”

“Eighty-seven… point five. Okay.” He holds the page up to the breeze to dry the ink. “...About those growing pains, I’m just curious-”

“Oli, you can just say you’re concerned about me, you know.”

“I’m trying to be tactful, Pixlriffs! You know I don’t have tact! All I have are my looks and the speech pattern of a poor Victorian orphan boy!” He stopped flailing the journal in his hands and set it down beside him for the sake of not flinging it down the hill. “You crumbled into dust! Dust, Pix! And now we can see through you, for Christ’s sake!”

“No need to remind me.” He gets up from his kneeled position on the ground, wiping the dirt from his hands and turning to face his friend. “I appreciate your concern, I really do. You’re a good friend. But I’m handling the situation.”

Oli crossed his arms. “Not by throwing yourself into your work, no?”

“No-” The usual warmth in his voice is gone for just a second. Pix pauses before steadying his voice again. “I’m not avoiding the problem, or coping poorly elsewise. I’m just… treating it as I would any other mystery I come across.”

“How so?”

Pix fiddles with the measuring tape in his hand, winding the cord around his fingers like a snake. “Well… first I set a question. What is the use of this artifact I found? How old are these carvings? What does it mean now that I’m a ghost?”

Pix wakes up in his bed back home, gasping for a breath he couldn’t take until now, adrenaline still welling inside of him. Once he realizes where he is and what just happened he doesn’t hesitate to throw on a spare elytra and zip through his nether portal. Though his hands fumble with his rockets, the flight back to Glimmer Grove gives him a few moments to calm down and think about what just happened. Had he just been caught? Was it a hidden assassin’s attempt to claim his crown? Maybe Glimmer Grove’s curse had suddenly exhibited a new and deadly effect?

And then he arrives, cautiously rounding the corner to speak with his fellow emperors, all huddled in a group on the stairs he’d just succumbed under. And when their eyes finally settle upon him, the horror they’re filled with makes his blood run cold.

Oli listens intently. “Alright, then what?”

“Then I hypothesize. Think about what direction I should take my research in.”

The tea party is decidedly over after this. Pix drifts away from the dispersing crowd, unease filling the empty space. It’s… he’s not gonna lie, it’s a lot. Sighing, he presses his palms to his temples, rubbing them. Something sharp makes him pull his hand away. Curiously, he feels around on his head and runs his hand over a few sharp points, and connecting those points is something shriveled and ashy. He traces the vines around his head, culminating at the sunflower he had placed in his hair. A petal falls into his hand, gray and withered. He goes back to the vines, feeling how they circle his scalp. The occasional larger thorn pointing upwards like a shark’s lower jaw. It’s almost as if… like it’s blocking him from… it would be impossible to wear the Crown like this, right?

The grave look he saw in Scott’s eyes replays in his mind.

Pix continues. “Next is research. Consulting my studies, my books.”

His floor is carpeted in scattered paper. Historical texts, maps, theses, investigative reports, legends, folktales. Anything that might mention the Crown in any capacity. A web of signs on the wall spout disjointed theories and leads. Several are dyed an approving green. Even more are dyed a discrediting red. He’s fairly certain that the Crown had killed him, though through what means he doesn’t know. An enchantment, perhaps? Or maybe a curse? Whatever it was, it did not want him putting it back on.

He hangs a sign on the wall. “Crown only allows those it deems worthy to wear it.” He steps back, thinks for a bit, and dyes the sign a cautious yellow.

Assuming the Crown had this effect before it was last sealed away in the Capital’s catacombs, what makes him different then its previous owners? After all, none of them wore it and withered away, as far as he knew. It would probably have to be something objective. Enchanting a crown meant to be transferred between owners with a subjective kill switch trigger would be incredibly dangerous. And if that was the intent, he’s surprised there isn’t any record of this curse in his books.

In that case, it would probably have to be that he isn’t royalty. He may be an emperor, i.e. the land he lives on gave him its blessing. And have the abilities that come with that, i.e. access to the magic of inventory, respawn, crafting. But being an emperor does not royalty make. He’s simply the caretaker of the Ancient Capital, one with no subjects to his name. Much like how Shelby acts as warden to The Evermoor, home to just her and a healthy population of frogs.

He places another sign on the wall. “Crown only allows royalty to wear it.” This one feels more solid. The crown was only meant to be worn by royalty, so a curse preventing non-royalty from wearing it doesn’t dissuade its purpose. It was extreme, yes, but so was the history of the Crown. A legacy of assassinations and betrayal. A well of dark emotions that stray magic could easily leech onto and, over a long enough period of time, solidify into a dangerous curse! It fit together like a jigsaw puzzle. The Crown is cursed to kill non-royalty. This curse wasn’t enchanted by a person, but by a pattern of events, so it isn’t deliberate or necessarily useful. Pix dyed the sign green.

Then a wire crosses in Pix’s brain. The curse isn’t deliberate. It’s crude, simple. If A, then B. If not royalty, then execute. Pix is both non-royalty and an emperor. He has access to the magic of an emperor. He can respawn.

The deathrattle curse of the Crown. An unstoppable force. The undying blessing of an emperor. An immovable object.

Both dead and alive. His breath hitches in his chest like a brick.

And so the logical conclusion.

Should he ever lose the Ancient Capital’s approval…

Oli sits back down, pulling his lute back into his arms and fiddling with the strings.

“Alright, I see where this is going. I’ve taken a science class before. Next is testing, right?”

Pix looked past him, staring down at something intangible behind Oli. He then turned back to his foundations, unspooling his measuring tape again.

“I’m in the middle of that now. West gate pillar footprint. One point two five meters squared.”

#fic about my headcanon for why the crown ghosted pix! #couldn't focus on much else until i wrote it down lmao #also i know i got the scientific method order wrong. it's 3am here im not rewriting anything #empires smp #esmp #empires smp spoilers #esmp spoilers #empires pix #empires pixl #empires pixlriffs #pixlriffs #empires oli #oli theorionsound #theorionsound #mcyt #mcytblr #not art

[capriciouswriter207]

The baby goblin must have slipped from his arm.

Pix had only been a ghost for a little over a month. Though it was surprisingly easy to get used to this new state of un-life, there were still some things that he couldn’t quite get used to. Sometimes, the items and materials he was holding sank through his incorporeal arms and hands. It took quite the concentration to hold something, and when he wasn’t particularly focused, it was rather easy to.

Since fWhip got the crown, he’d asked that each of the rulers adopt a baby goblin. fWhip even personally came over to the ancient capital to deliver the little goblin to Pix, asking him to be very careful with the little fellow.

The goblin king couldn’t have come at a worse moment. Pix was in a distracted mindset, preserving and renovating the castle on the hill. The ghost took the child onto his arm – curious little fellow, clearly intrigued by the translucent form of a man. He made sure to position the child in such a way that they wouldn’t easily tumble off of his arm, and he continued with the renovation project.

Even in un-life, he was focused and absent-minded. Focused to his project, absent-minded to the rest of the world. Only his one task mattered – one ghostly advantage, though, since he no longer passed out in the middle of an excavation or only remembered to eat when he was actively starting.

That same day, while he was scaling and repairing the roofs of the entrance hall, he discovered that baby had gone.

Pix glanced down, but it was too late. The fall itself was not that tall, but for a fragile goblin child it was too tall. He wouldn’t be able to even tell where the child had fallen, and wouldn’t be able to find him. Goblins scattered into rocks upon death. From the rocks they came, and to rocks they returned. The child was long gone.

So why did he still hear upset baby goblin noises coming from below him?

Pix glided down, past the roof he had been trying to reconstruct.

A little translucent baby goblin had crawled to where Pix had left some tools. The baby was trying to grasp at the pickaxe, but their small hands phased through the wood. They were growing more and more frustrated that they couldn’t grab it.

Pix raised an eyebrow at the sight. Well, that was interesting.

The ancient capital had always been a strange place; Pix could have sworn he saw ghosts wandering about before he’d become one himself. The best example was his ghost cat. It had become easier to pet the cat since he was a ghost, and he found he could pick up the baby goblin without issue as well.

They  reacted to the touch with delight and nuzzled up to him. They grabbed his ghostly finger and did not let go, happy to finally have grasped something.

Pix sighed and gave the little goblin baby a sorrowful smile. Looks like they would need to make it work and get to renovating the castle together.

#empires smp #empires smp s2 #pixlriffs #fwhip #fwhip's rule #the goblin babies are retextured eggs and are very yeetable #as oli has already demonstrated #which is amazing #also #the idea of baby goblin ghost was brought up in chat in pix's stream today #and i latched onto that idea #it didn't leave me alone #so i had to write this down #just something quick #capricious writings #tw death #tw child death

[nizqo]

#ghost in the shell #graffiti #pix

[paradise-and-cola]

[[Image description: a digital painting of Pixlriffs the Archaeologist and his cat Neptune in the savannah. Pix is sitting on a rock with a pensive expression on his face. Neptune is sitting next to him in the grass, one paw raised, their head raised up with a hopeful expression. Both Pix and Neptune are slightly translucent, so you can see the savannah biome through them. End description]

part of history himself

#empires smp #empires fanart #empires smp fanart #pixlriffs #pixlriffs fanart #i love me a good ghost narrative. can't wait to see where pix takes this storyline next #paradise and scribbles

[pixlerelish]

"Mac, you touch The Carpenters, or that chimp video again and we got a scrap on our hands."

"My remote, please. Thank you."

#Ghost Rider #Don #Don 2 #it's about the parallels #... the parallels that nobody asked for #BUT THOSE ARE MY MANS #I need to post this on February 16th #is this how I finally learn what the queue is? #nah fuck that it took me longer than ten seconds and I didn't understand it #happy anniversary to me being the only one who cares about this anniversary #Pix's pics

[pixlokita]

When you wake up at three am and have to wait a whole hour to fall back asleep because ain’t no way you’re letting your guard down during the witching hours

#pix habla #also why is my cat sleeping in my bed taking half the space #girl when did you get in here #the ghosts for sure

[cloudwhisper23]

Hey, I did an unhinged thing and I'm currently writing a crossover AU that includes three versions of Evan, Gregory, and Michael (Tony is also here in one iteration)

Tbh, the main issue I'd have with posting it is that so much is happening, and there's so much lore that just hasn't been introduced to Tumblr from all three of us (Because of course it's not just a crossover of my AUs. It includes Into the Ballpit by @pixlokita and Vengeful Evan AU by @cookieruma29, who hasn't posted much about it on her blog yet, and of course There Are Others from my blog. And yes, they've been seeing the progression of the story as it goes along.)

#cloud speaks #polls #fnaf au #it's taking over my brain #but idk if y'all would even care about it #we'll see ig #pix #wanda #guys it's so confusing #at any given moment #you don't know which version of Gregory #or Evan #is on the screen #like #genuinely #they're all just named the same one #the only saving grace is that Ballpit Evan has a moment when he decides that TAO Evan is going to be called “Ghost Evan” #and that's inconsequential bc #well

[venixthelorekeeper]

Very rough quick piece because that new SMP lives rent free in my head....

#sos smp #pixlriffs #art #traditional drawing #minecraft chicken #im getting flashbacks to s2 ghost pix

[sketchbook-stars]

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[pixeldotgamer]

💾 New YCH Commission!! 💾

I decided I wanted to do something different and offer some pixel art comm's for the first time in (checks watch) like 8 years! These are mainly intended for the holidays, but can also be used for gift subs and the like (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

#pix pics #commissions #open commissions #pixel art #your character here #has it been 8 years? maybe! last time i remember doing pixel art comms was back in my dA days so (insert it is a mystery ghost) #btw the second character that isn't pixel is @PepperminTea327! #They let me use them to make an example for this comm when i asked on twitter for ppls designs :]c #anyway now i must sleep for work