#mythland my beloved

[convexicalcrow]

ngl very excited to see what Sausage does to renovate the Crastle. I'm glad they're getting some more life out of it too, it's such a gorgeous build. I'm sure he'll do an amazing job with it. <3

Also def didn't get some Feels with the Mythland music playing at the end. >_>

#hermitcraft #empires smp #mythical sausage #spoilers #mythland my beloved

[tinapaysmp]

Must resist opening laptop to work on my Mythland Pearl headcanons

#bread.txt #tinapay empires swap au #mythland pearl my beloved #honestly now debating on either watching scott or jimmy's pov next since grimlands scott would be important in pearl's childhood

[siriannatan]

Bite Me - fWhimmy

AO3

~warning vampire stuff like biting ahead~

Jimmy knew the priests would not be happy with him when he decided to not cut off fWhip's head. He was allied with Salmon. And probably deep in their heretical anti-Cod beliefs. Jimmy should hate him, he was the incarnation of the Cod-god and all that but... Jimmy not only didn't kill him, he decided to marry the count. To keep his siblings from declaring war, he explained. Neither he nor his priests had anything against the Blood Sheep - she was technically the main deity in Grimlands. Mythland was simply more zealous and into proving how devoted they are to their goddess. Jimmy could not care less about the weird, possibly demonic, sheep and its shadowy emissaries as long as it and its beloved champion - Sausage and his damned angel wings stayed away from him.

And so, he married fWhip in both the Codlands tradition and the Blood Sheep tradition. fWhip himself chose the sheep goddess over the damned salmon gods, Jimmy had no idea what to think about that so he just let it go. Maybe fWhip was actually a worshipper of the Sheep. The whole ceremony was more than slightly awkward, short and followed by a small party that luckily did not end with another war. Jimmy was a bit tired of those for the time being.

The problems started a couple of weeks after the wedding and had mostly to do with fWhip. He was not eating and refused to leave his room. And the priests did not see fit to inform Jimmy about it until he got curious why his husband never even tried looking for him. Even to throw insults into his face. And so, after scolding them he emptied his schedule and marched to fWhip's private rooms. He was not going to drag fWhip wherever he went so he gave him some space for himself.

"fWhip? My staff saying you're not eating," he said as he knocked on fWhip's door. "And not leaving your room," he added when fWhip remained silent. Met with more silence he tried the door knob. Not closed or barricaded so he walked in. Only because he was worried. In any other situation, he would not intrude like that. "I'm sorry if the priests are rude, I can get them in line," he offered, slowly walking in. "And sorry about just walking in like this... I was worried."

"Needlessly, I'm fine staying here as I have been," fWhip huffed from where he was hiding on the bed, behind thick curtains of blankets. "Don't uncover the windows... please..." he protested when Jimmy tried opening the heavy curtains. "It's... ugh... I'm going to have to explain because you're an idiot and dragged me here..." he sighed and one curtain fell. "Just stay there..."

"Okay... I'll just sit here," Jimmy nodded. He was glad that fWhip was willing to talk. He did kind of destroy his home after all... 

"So..." fWhip started, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. "For the record, I was born human. No blessings from gods or early signs of magic. Around the time I inherited Grimlands... an emissary of the Blood Sheep visited me and... I got a great blessing. I was turned into a vampire. Sun hurts me and my body only tolerates alcohol and blood... There, that's why I'm not eating or leaving, good night," he ended and vanished back into his blanket tent. 

Jimmy was a bit shocked by the news. He would admit little was known about other beliefs in his nation and least of all about the Sheep... How was he supposed to get blood for fWhip to eat? Sun would be easy, a big thick umbrella together with fWhip's tendency to cover every inch of his skin would solve that. Blood... Blood... He could... "How often do you need to feed?" he asked, very slow and careful.

fWhip was silent for a moment. "About once a week if I do move about but if I nap a lot it can be..." he explained with a lot of hesitation. "Why?" 

"Well... if you don't need to kill anyone you could drink my blood.. You are my husband if my priests like it or not and I am responsible for your well-being. And I should be able to get you a good umbrella for the sun and... yeah... I apologise if I'm rude here... I was just worried about you..." Jimmy offered and quickly went to apologise for himself.

"You'd be willing to let a vampire, me of all people, bite you?" fWhip's pale face peeked from between blankets forming his nest.

"Yes. Well... I am confident I can defend myself in case you go too far, and I have a lot of blood," Jimmy shrugged, bracing himself for any kind of response. "Or we can look for a diff..." he started but froze as Whip closed the distance between them at a shocking speed.

"You... I never know what will come out of your mouth whenever it opens," he hummed while pushing Jimmy's copper cod headpiece off. Making him wonder how he never noticed how... not alive fWhip actually was. No breath. No heartbeat. No pulse. Next to no body heat... He'd blame it on fWhip's damn eyes... and his freckles and just how damn pretty he was. "And now you're saying I can bite you wherever and whenever..." he grinned with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Well... we could use some sort of schedule so my priests don't bother us too much..." Jimmy tried to be nonchalant with a lap full of an excited vampire.

fWhip chuckled a little and Jimmy was pretty sure he was blushing by now. "Of course... It's just not every day a god offers you their blood. So... Can I bite you?"

"Go ahead," Jimmy nodded. "I have the rest of the day off, by the way, so we can hang out or something..." his rambling was cut short by fWhip's finger on his lips. 

There were no more words, just a delicate press of fangs against his neck. It was just a second before they pierced through. Jimmy was honestly impressed they managed his scales... fWhip's hand resting on his other shoulder had him relaxing on the couch. Maybe he was mistaken... maybe he could not fight against fWhip and the numb feeling spreading out from the bite. He was barely aware that he rested his hands on fWhip's hips. Squeezing just slightly at a slight jolt of pain as the vampire's fangs left his neck. And maybe to hide the embarrassment at the noise he made at that moment... Or the sigh as fWhip licked up a bit of blood as it spilt from the little holes his fangs left.

"Tasty, a bit sweet but tasty," fWhip hummed, staring at the slowly healing wounds with half-lidded eyes. "Don't worry, it shouldn't leave a mark," he smiled a bit wider, flashing a bit of his fangs.

"Good... my priests would get upset if there was a permanent mark there," Jimmy somehow was capable of talking even if his brain was still scrambling to process reality. And not just stare at fWhip's mouth like an idiot...

"How are you feeling? No head spinning?" fWhip asked finally noticing how not quite there Jimmy was. 

"No... I was just never bitten by a vampire..." Jimmy barely breathed out before the urge to just kiss the damn vampire took over. Shocking them both.

#my stories #my stuff #fanfiction #empires smp #empiresshipping #fwhimmy #empires fwhip #empires jimmy

[bananasofthorns]

omg tell me more about Aster

hello roy my beroy what would you like to know I have so many thoughts about this man he is living in my head rent free. tonetag system joke. anyway

the campaign setting is I think 5-6 years after the calamity at the end of empires smp s1 (the dm is @superioritycomplexes mon monarch my beloved mon monarch). Aster is a tiefling inquisitive rogue from Pixandria, where being a thief is the #1 taboo. he grew up as a weaver's son and then ended up becoming a thief/smuggler a few years after she died. his dad, Midas, was a wandering trader from Mythland who stopped visiting when Aster was two. Aster looks very similar to him (mickey mouse voice this is a surprise tool that will help us later)

speaking of which:

the silly! his jaw can unhinge heart emoji. he got his eyes and freckles from his mom and everything else from his dad

anyway it's later. remember when I said that Aster and Midas look very similar. anyway after he leaves Pixandria, Aster ends up living in Mythland for about five years using the alias Midas - what's a little identity theft between a son and his absent father?

yeah anyway when he's ~20 (one year post-Calamity), Aster gets hired to steal something from the Church of the Blood Sheep, the very prominent religion in Mythland. He steals it, gets caught and thrown in jail, escapes, resteals the artifact, and flees. job complete! money obtained! he drops the Midas alias and the Mythland wandering trader cover and avoids Mythland for the next five years.

fast forward to the actual campaign. the party has to go to Mythland as part of their quest. we arrive through the ruins of Gilded Helianthia and pass by the Coliseum on our way, where we see wanted posters of Aster's face with the name Midas. Aster is like Well! that makes things a little difficult! but he dyes his hair purple and puts on a full face mask and goes in the back way with Kite (@lunarblazes's character) (aka through where the dried and abandoned Codlands connect to Mythland)

and you'll never fucking guess who we find tearing down wanted posters. live eros reaction:

Aster realizes there’s someone slightly ahead of us that we keep seeing going up to billboards and ripping things off. we’re too far away to pick out any defining features but they look like a tiefling DONT DO THIS TO ME. DO NOT DO THIS TO ME

SO YEAH. I have been losing my mind about Midas and Aster for the past two weeks. today's session opened with Aster punching Midas in the face, to which Midas went "yeah, I probably deserved that"

#banana made a post #banana answers things #THERES MORE BUT #i didnt want to make this post. Too long lmao i can make another post just about aster and midas tho #oc tag aster #hopeful heroes

[coveredinsun]

empires SMP worldbuilding: the empires we know, and the ones that came after

in a continuation of this post, i’m back on my bullshit (worldbuilding). this time, it’s about the old empires in the wake of the apocalypse, and how they developed into the kingdoms we know today. @defonotsmajor please interact

this post follows the assumption that both stories take place in the same world, with a continent in the southern hemisphere (season 1) and the northern hemisphere (season 2). consider this a timeline of sorts.

paragraphs spaced out for ease while reading. without further ado, enjoy!! <3

the helianthians who leave immediately, devastated by the loss of their livelihood and beloved queen, are considered the first wave of emigrants to the northern continent. they settle very far away, on the northeastern coast. as their settlement grows into what we know today as the kingdom of dawn, their sun-centric beliefs combined with tales and songs of their old queen gradually morphs into the sun religion most citizens subscribe to today. pearl, the sun’s final champion and breaker of dawn, lies at its center.

the combination of fae, helianthians, and mythlanders leads to a population highly prolific with magic. the “gifts” that used to be rare, and only recorded within the helianthian population (the greatest known example was farmer queen pearl’s golden wings), grow somewhat common. the land was no longer that of three separate kingdoms, but a combination of the three before it. guardian katherine and king sausage oversaw this in their good friend pearl’s stead.

upon wizard gem’s premature death due to prolonged use of advanced arcane magic (her exact age is unknown today, though it’s said she was likely in her early 40s, a very common occurrence for wizards before her), count fwhip and king sausage leave the southern continent, riding upon gem’s fully grown dragon.

at this same time, more citizens chose to emigrate the southern continent– many to follow the old dynasties they grew up with and still held loyalty to, many for other reasons– and they are classified as the second wave. those people, very magically inclined, established what is now known as glimmer grove. however, in an entirely different place, the nature magic was very weak, and eventually “gifts” were not found in the population anymore.

those who never moved to the northern continent made up the citizens of sausage’s old kingdom. on the land that was once mythland, the overgrown, and gilded helianthia, the kingdom grew to be the most prosperous on the southern continent. harvests were excellent, just like under the old farmer kings and queens, and the ground itself sprouted homes and businesses and livelihoods, often compared to the giant flowers of the overgrown. there were countless people with “gifts” and the magic thrived until the great purge.

#esmp2 #geminitay #pearlescentmoon #katherine elizabeth #mythicalsausage #couldn’t have done this without my beloved talon. thanks bestie!!!! #intertwined histories my beloved…… #s2 empires being related to the s1 empire of another creator my beloved…… #s2 empires my beloved. #empires smp worldbuilding #empires smp season 2

[empiressmpheadcanons]

Hi. This is a different person but I'd like to add to the music headcanons.

The ocean empire also uses conch shells as instruments of some sorts.

You know how amethyst blocks usually has a tink sound to it? Crystal folk use it as instruments too.

The Grimlands somehow considers tnt explosions as music.

Shrub's wolves usually howl to music, but they're really offbeat. It's okay because they’re cute.

Gilded Helianthia uses wood instruments the most.

Scott listens to cartoon movie soundtracks. He calls it better because theres "lore" to it.

The codfather head has a voicechanger and Jimmy would only sing with it on.

Mezalea's music is super loud, to the point fishfolk can hear it too.

Joey has a place for karaoke because it's Joey.

Mythland is full of bards.

The Overgrown is the only place where birds sing in the morning.

Xornoth listens to rock exclusively.

Pixandria doesn't use music much, but when it does, it'll always fit the theme.

Music hcs my beloved!!!!

#empires smp #headcanon #anon

[empires-au-ideas]

A few more cold wanderer headcannons for today

Pix, not unlike Scott, knows shit

Completely randomly

Whether that be techniques from other empires or old gossip from other kingdoms

He just knows stuff and no one knows why

Pearl and shrub most definitely pull a get help from Thor ragnorok

Pearl just yeets shrub at people

They both have a lot of fun doing it

Jimmy being a looney toons character my beloved

I can imagine him accidentally knocking people out by digging attack like the roadrunner from Wylie coyote

Joel and Pearl fist fight for fun every now and then

Pearl just enjoys a good fight and Joel’s glad he finally gets to brush up on his skills with someone

Pix knows a bunch. He knows a lot of history about each empire and maybe a bit too much about the former rulers. He doesn't know much about the new ones but he Kew SO MUCH SHIT about the old ones.

Pearl and Shrub. Every single day. Are just WAITING for the chance to do get help.

Gem: okay guys, we need a plan to sneak into the Mythland castle to get to Xornoth

Pearl and Shrub, absolutely vibrating: :) :) :)

Gem: absolUTELY not.

Jimmy's main combat strategy is getting people to run into walls/people more competent at fighting.

After the whole Xornoth and Exor thing is taken care of, Joel gets mad during an alliance meeting and challenges Pearl to fight, who immediately decks him in the jaw. They meet up after the meeting and Joel is absolutly destroyed, but he is SO GLAD someone finally took his offer.

#empires smp au #empires smp s1 #the cold wanderer au #ask: au add on #8teddy-bear8

[bloodiedhands-witheredheart]

The blood sheep shall rain with your stained hands. Your allies won't stay long, dear king, they will draw a blade to your spine just as readily as you would theirs. You know they wouldn't hesitate.

They wouldn't dare attack Mythland. With the war against the Codlands raging on, we've all got bigger problems right now keeping us all together like pod peas. I've got no reason to betray them, and neither do they for me.

My hands are stained with blood because I sacrificed our beloved blood sheep in a complex arcane ritual, thank you very much!!!

#;; spy reports (asks)

[empires-smp]

My Mythical Sausage propaganda™

#all hail blood sheep #mythical sausage #my beloved #empires smp #mythicalsausage #king sausage #mythland #empiresblr #empiressmp #my post

[daisy-mooon]

Empires SMP memes must be wild...

No, not the memes on Tumblr. I mean, the memes of the citizens that live in the Empires.

Mezalea: Pretend they can't see their friends, who can diss/compliment people the best, concrete factories are gay churches, everyone's nickname is Jeremy, Jeremyism

Ocean Empire: axoltols, SECRET TUNNEEELLLLLLL, who can have pinker hair than Queen Lizzie, Jeremyism is the fastest growing religion, 'yes we build roofs of live coral keep scrolling', more axolotls

Cod Empire: Salmon Suck, CodRulzLol, axolotls cute but rare, elves want us fish fear us, will not hesitate to yeet your wheat, beatbox distracks, and they were in an ALLIANCE (oh my god they were in an alliance) give our king a gun, oh look a random music of horrifying music it's the greatest song in the world :)

Rivendale: feeling submissive perhaps breedable, gay gay homosexual gay, the reindeer ate Santa and became god (Aeor), give our king a gun, and they were in an ALLIANCE (oh my god they were in an alliance), so many owls it's Hogwarts

Lost Empire: be gay do crime, our king is a demon fucker TM, "at least I wasn't turned down by a demon at the King of Mezalea and Ocean Queens Wedding bitch", hand flops, we are kidnappers and pretty bad ones but hey it works 7% of the time, dinosaurs :)

UnderGrove: mushrooms mushrooms mushrooms, oh no it's not Queen Shelby it's our local neighbourhood Wolf Spirit, swimming is for sluts, be ace punch a face, hiss hiss bark snarl, I found my inner wolf and I'm going to eat the corruption out of spite

Overgrown: SECRET TUNEELLLLLL, y'all don't have flowers? Weak, Y'all need shoes? Weak, y'all don't have a baby town? Weak. We can't be bothered to get rid of corruption so we'll just set something on fire and call it a day uwu

Smallhold: THE DUCK WALKED UP TO THE LEMONADE STAND AND HE-, crops crops crops, you need all kinds of crops or you die lmao, who wants to fight me at three in the morning, fighting demons for fun is sexy and cool y'all are just weak

Mythland: blood sheep, BUBBLES MY BELOVED, our king isn't corrupted yes he is no he isn't what's going on, I would start a war with you over stolen wheat and an enchanted book bish, we eat corruption for breakfast :)

Grimlands: hehehehe redstone deepslate, SALMON RULE, we will gladly listen to your diss tracks, let's kill Scott mwhahaha, we will harass cod people for free and that's your problem, "nuuu u can't blow up random things" "hehe tnt go boom boom", we also eat corruption for breakfast :)

Crystal Cliffs: let's teach pilligars magic this is fun and won't backfire on us in anyway, sound proof wizard hats, all cats are called gandalf sorry I don't make the rules, shiny ace rocks my beloved, STOP EATING CORRUPTION FOR BREAKFAST >:|

Pixandria: copper daddy uwu, let's milk the demons boob eye, pilligars are dumb y'all are just cowards, highest effort pranks in existence, hey let's just make a storm in a desert for fun real quick lmao, candles are not fun to eat we know from experience

#empires smp #mcyt #memes #empires smp lore #ldshadowlady #ocean empire #joel smallishbeans #mezalea #jimmy solidarity #cod empire #fwhip #grimlands #pixilriffs #pixandria #geminitay #crystal Cliffs #shelby grace #shubble #undergrove #katherine elizabeth gaming #overgrown #mythical sausage #mythland #scott smajor #rivendale #smallhold #pearlescent moon #joey graceffa #the lost empire #xornoth

[mayeetjim]

Marv explains empires smp

Scott Smajor

Elf mountain man, he's gay with Jimmy but they're going through stuff. Worships a deer, and is the champion of said deer. Funky brother demon other realm stuff. He has the lore. This man has all the magic lore and we love him for that. Named three bees Archibald

Rivendell

Pixlriffs

Yoooo my copper king boy. He's so much fun because he keeps track of all the deaths, but is definitely the one that will be slowly not putting out as much content related to empires. Still good pov, my starter pov. He has fantastic builds, and lives on copper and honey

Pixandria

fWhip

Last time I wrote this I hadn't watched fWhip, and now I'm caught up with him. He's cool, has good corruption that gave him wings. He's the local blacksmith, and is the most advanced empire technologically speaking. He has his salmon helpers, which not many people like. He has blimps and makes matching weapons for him and his canonical sibling Gem. Farmer fWhip my beloved

The Grimmlands

Gem

Oooh I have actually watched her now. She's just as chaotic as fWhip and Sausage but less confident in this, as seen in her recent episode. We could have had evil Gem, but no 😔. Anyways, I was right about magic and amythyst, and she's currently taking care of the dragon and building an academy.

The Crystal Cliffs

Joey

Yeah Joey Graceffa, easy entrence for those not involved with mcyt yet. Jungle empire with cat people but not catboys like tabaxi cat people. He has a little rivalry with both Lizzie and Shrub from what I've seen, but he's cool. He joined a bit late, but deals with literal life as in totems of undying, and his elytra are textured to be parrot wings. There's gonna be elemental temples :D

Oh yeah, demon fucker

The Lost Empire

Katherine

Yet again I just love her textures??? She is the protector of the Overgrown, and has a terrifying flower spring thjng that terrified me to think about the inblore logistics of. Bee army my beloved, and she has the tower of trust. She collects heads and I believe is canonically a fairy, I have to watch it with my sister so I'm not caught up yet

The Overgrown/House Blossom

Lizzie

Ocean Queen. Her iron golem texture skin is absolutely terrifying. She is Jimmy's seabling, and she's just great. Easy to watch her pov to catch up, as episodes are only about 10-20 minutes, and there's only about 20 or so. She can sing which is so good and she's so old it's terrifying.

The Ocean Empire

Jimmy

Swampy boi. Main export is slime, and you can tell. He's a cod boy, hates salmon, and always wears his cod head. This head makes him the Codfather, and he's been kissed by like 3 different men. He is the resident good guy, and has so many allies.

The Cod Empire

Sausage

Oh he's fun, but he has a lot of episodes. He is the epitome of "looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you" he got possessed for a bit, had an evil arc but he's fine. Dark oak forest and learning magic from Gem. He has an army, and is medival inspired.

Mythland

Pearl

Still don't know too much about her, but she is a milf. She is so good at PvP it scares me, but she has a giant farm. Supplier of paper on the server, and makes people do fun challenges with elytra for it.

Gilded Helianthia

Shubble

Goes by Shrub, and she's a gnome from another world. May have accidentally brought back Scott's not brother, but they're good. Mushroom icon, I live their builds. Ngl, idk if Shrub is non-binary or not, but they have the energy. I'm halfway caught up with them, and it's so much fun

The Undergrove

Joel

This bitch can build. Like his mega base is so large it's scary. Him and Lizzie are canonically married, and he is this a fishfucker. He has clones I believe, and once made everyone wear his head. He has a giant death count, all to get his own head for clones. He ignored the entire demon that took over

Mezalea

#empires smp #empires scott #empires pixl #empires fwhip #empires gem #empires sausage #empires joey #empires jimmy #empires joel #empires lizzie #empires shubble #empires pearl #empires katherine #empires guide

[ok-ish-empires-headcanons]

empires neos empires neos

im pretty proud of these so dropping these off here <3

also name pronouns my beloved <3

also i had such a hard time doing the corrupt/corrupts neos cause i kept thinking that i was spelling it wrong and didn’t think it looked like a real word anymore so </3 that was a fun time

Ocean Empire

Emp/Ire/Emps/Ires/Empireself (Or Empself and Ireself)

Empire/Empire/Empires/Empires/Empireself

Ocean/Ocean/Oceans/Oceans/Oceanself

Sea/Sea/Seas/Seas/Seaself

Axo/Lotl/Axos/Lotls/Axolotls

Axolotl/Axolotl/Axolotls/Axolotls/Axolotlself

Blue/Blue/Blues/Blues/Blueself

Queen/Queen/Queens/Queens/Queenself

Ocean/Queen/Oceans/Queens/Oceanself

Mythland

Emp/Ire/Emps/Ires/Empireself (Or Empself and Ireself)

Empire/Empire/Empires/Empires/Empireself

Myth/Myth/Myths/Myths/Mythself

Land/Land/Lands/Lands/Landself

Blood/Blood/Bloods/Bloods/Bloodself

Sheep/Sheep/Sheeps/Sheeps/Sheepself

Blood/Sheep/Bloods/Sheeps/Bloodself

Iron/Iron/Irons/Irons/Ironself

Metal/Metal/Metals/Metals/Metalself

The Cod Empire

Emp/Ire/Emps/Ires/Empireself (Or Empself and Ireself)

Empire/Empire/Empires/Empires/Empireself

Cod/Cod/Cods/Cods/Codself

Council/Council/Councils/Councils/Councilself

Cod/Father/Cods/Fathers/Codself (or Fatherself)

Swamp/Swamp/Swamps/Swamps/Swampself

Fish/Fish/Fishes/Fishes/Fishself (Or Fishesself)

Slime/Slime/Slimes/Slimes/Slimeself

Slime/Ball/Slimes/Balls/Slimeself (Or Ballself)

Pixandra

Emp/Ire/Emps/Ires/Empireself (Or Empself and Ireself)

Empire/Empire/Empires/Empires/Empireself

Pix/Pix/Pixs/Pixs/Pixself

Desert/Desert/Deserts/Deserts/Desertself

Honey/Honey/Honeys/Honeys/Honeyself

Honey/Comb/Honeys/Combs/Honeyself (Or Combself)

Copper/Copper/Coppers/Coppers/Copperself

King/King/Kings/Kings/Kingself

Vigil/Vigil/Vigils/Vigils/Vigilself

Sacred/Sacred/Sacreds/Sacreds/Sacredself

The Undergrove

Emp/Ire/Emps/Ires/Empireself (Or Empself and Ireself)

Empire/Empire/Empires/Empires/Empireself

Grove/Grove/Groves/Groves/Groveself

Gnome/Gnome/Gnomes/Gnomes/Gnomeself

Mushroom/Mushroom/Mushrooms/Mushrooms/Mushroomself

Mush/Room/Mushs/Rooms/Mushself (Or Roomself and Mushroomself)

Shrub/Shrub/Shrubs/Shrubs/Shrubself

Wolf/Wolf/Wolves/Wolves/Wolfself

Howl/Howl/Howls/Howls/Howlself

Smallholding/Gilded Helianthia

Emp/Ire/Emps/Ires/Empireself (Or Empself and Ireself)

Empire/Empire/Empires/Empires/Empireself

Small/Small/Smalls/Smalls/Smallself

Holding/Holding/Holdings/Holdings/Holdingself

Gilded/Gilded/Gildeds/Gildeds/Gildedself

Farm/Farm/Farms/Farms/Farmself

Willow/Willow/Willows/Willows/Willowself

Pump/Kin/Pumps/Kins/Pumpself (Or Kinself)

Pumpkin/Pumpkin/Pumpkins/Pumpkins/Pumpkinself

Mezalea

Emp/Ire/Emps/Ires/Empireself (Or Empself and Ireself)

Empire/Empire/Empires/Empires/Empireself

Mezalea/Mezalea/Mezaleas/Mezaleas/Mezaleaself

Mesa/Mesa/Mesas/Mesas/Mesaself

Azalea/Azalea/Azaleas/Azaleas/Azaleaself

Clone/Clone/Clones/Clones/Cloneself

Color/Color/Colors/Colors/Colorself

Colorful/Colorful/Colorfuls/Colorfuls/Colorfulself

Terra/Cotta/Terras/Cottas/Terraself

Rivendell

Emp/Ire/Emps/Ires/Empireself (Or Empself and Ireself)

Empire/Empire/Empires/Empires/Empireself

Deer/Deer/Deers/Deers/Deerself

Riven/Riven/Rivens/Rivens/Rivendellself

Riven/Dell/Rivens/Dells/Rivenself

Dell/Dell/Dells/Dells/Dellself

Aeor/Aeor/Aeors/Aeors/Aeorself

Ice/Ice/Ices/Ices/Iceself

Magic/Magic/Magics/Magics/Magicself

House Blossom

Emp/Ire/Emps/Ires/Empireself (Or Empself and Ireself)

Empire/Empire/Empires/Empires/Empireself

Blossom/Blossom/Blossoms/Blossoms/Blossoms

Flower/Flower/Flowers/Flowers/Flowerself

Floral/Floral/Florals/Florals/Floralself

Petal/Petal/Petals/Petals/Petalself

Death/Death/Dead/Dead/Deathself (Or Deadself)

Spring/Spring/Springs/Springs/Springself

Head/Head/Heads/Heads/Headself

Grimlands

Emp/Ire/Emps/Ires/Empireself (Or Empself and Ireself)

Empire/Empire/Empires/Empires/Empireself

Powder/Powder/Powders/Powders/Powderself

Grim/Grim/Grims/Grims/Grimself

Grave/Grave/Graves/Graves/Graveself

Yard/Yard/Yards/Yards/Yardself

Red/Red/Reds/Reds/Redself

Red/Stone/Reds/Stones/Redself (Stoneself)

Corrupt/Corrupt/Corrupts/Corrupts/Corruptedself

Lost Empire

Emp/Ire/Emps/Ires/Empireself (Or Empself and Ireself)

Empire/Empire/Empires/Empires/Empireself

Jungle/Jungle/Jungles/Jungles/Jungleself

Lost/Lost/Losts/Losts/Lostself

Parrot/Parrot/Parrots/Parrots/Parrotself

Xornoth/Xornoth/Xornoths/Xornoths/Xornothself

Xorn/Xorn/Xorns/Xorns/Xornself

Corruption/Corruption/Corruptions/Corruptions/Corruptionself

Corrupt/Corrupt/Corrupts/Corrupts/Corruptself

Crystal Cliffs

Emp/Ire/Emps/Ires/Empireself (Or Empself and Ireself)

Empire/Empire/Empires/Empires/Empireself

Crystal/Crystal/Crystals/Crystals/Crystalself

Cliff/Cliff/Cliffs/Cliffs/Cliffself

Wizard/Wizard/Wizards/Wizards/Wizardself

Magic/Magic/Magics/Magics/Magicself

Watch/Watch/Watches/Watches/Watchself

Tower/Tower/Towers/Towers/Towerself

Cave/Cave/Caves/Caves/Caveself

That's a lot of neos/nm

Would blood/sheep, cod/father, Aeor/aeors and vigil/vigils be considered sacrilegious?/j

V cool neos entity good job

#ask #empires smp #empires headcanons #? #unamed admin #neopronouns

[talonwings]

to feed a kingdom- Empires SMP Writing

in which fWhip and his subjects make questionable choices for noble reasons.

(can you tell yet that i am a c!fWhip apologist lololololol--)

It would have been easy to miss the small silhouette of the man against the giant shadows looming over the landscape.

The inky sky seemed to cling low over the Grimlands, as it had ever since the Dragon fell; the stars shone more dimly, those that still shone at all. Clouds scudded frantically across the faint crescent of the moon, pushed along by a harrying wind. The crickets all had fallen silent--indeed, all the animals had gone, hidden away in burrows and holes to shelter themselves from the threat of the corruption. No sound disturbed the stillness of the night, but for the harsh gasps of the lone figure as he raised the scythe and swung it again, and again, and again.

fWhip’s fingers had long since blistered, burst, and blistered again. He had stopped even glancing down to check his hands--the sight of the blood seeping through the fabric of his gloves had averted his gaze some time ago. The pain was a constant companion, enough so that he had become used to it, could ignore it if he gritted his teeth and focused on the rhythmic rise and fall of the tool in his grasp.

He was inelegant with the scythe. It would have been obvious to anyone observing, if there had been anyone around to observe at this ungodly hour; as it was, his lack of skill was evident enough in the ache it left behind in his forearms and shoulders, the torque that yanked at his spine every time he twisted to put his weight behind the swings. He had never been a large man, but he felt his smallness down to his bones here beneath the tower of corruption that still rose into the air above him.

Give up, the rot-red tendril seemed to hiss at him. Its veiny surface pulsated eerily, hinting at something living just beneath the fleshy exterior.

“I’ll die first,” fWhip rasped at it. “Watch me.”

He swung the scythe again. The blade was weathered steel, pocked and beaten from many years of use, but still dangerously sharp. It bit deep into the corrupted tendril, and fWhip was gratified when he swore he could hear a faint scream.

Plash was worried about the Count.

It wasn’t that her lord was acting strange, exactly. Strange, to Plash, was a relative term--she had been called ‘strange’ for most of her childhood due to her fondness for laboratory tools over the company of other children. It was a relief to finally be accepted into the service of the Grimlands’ ruler, who, by Plash’s measure, was a kindred spirit in strangeness. Many people raised their eyebrows at the Count’s eccentricities, but accepted them simply because he was the Count, and who were they to question the man who kept food on their tables and money in their coffers?

No, Plash was concerned because fWhip was acting strange, even for him. He was energetic and filled to the brim with ideas, as a rule--it was what made the Grimlands, under his rule, surge to the forefront of scientific research and discovery. Plash would have never described him as kind, necessarily, or even pleasant, but he was confident and sure and bold.

Until the Dragon fell, and everything changed.

She did not know how to make the dullness go out of his eyes, or the slant from his shoulders, or the heavy, bowing weight from his head, and it frightened her--an uncomfortable experience in itself, for someone as rarely frightened as Plash. In the hours immediately after the Dragon’s end, she had watched her beloved ruler become a person she did not recognize; and that, even before the corruption had arrived.

Plash scowled out the window of the manor at the scarlet tendril hanging ominously in the sky beyond the pane. The damn things had erupted from the ground barely a week after the Dragon’s death, while the Grimlands were still reeling from the arrival of what seemed like half of Mythland’s population. They had barely had enough time to count them all, much less figure out how they were going to feed them. Tents lined every road in Eastvale, and most of the roads immediately outside the town’s wall.

Normally, the Count would guide us, Plash thought glumly. But now…

She didn’t allow herself to finish the thought, close enough to treason as it was. Instead, she made herself continue her trek through the long, high-ceilinged halls toward the Count’s personal study, acutely feeling the weight of the smooth little scroll clutched in her hand, burning a hole through her glove.

She arrived at the tall, paneled oak door, staring for a long moment at the polished bronze knocker before summoning her strength and rapping it twice.

“Enter,” the weary voice called from within.

Plash did so, but stopped just inside the door, barely remembering to close it behind her as she gaped at her leader and mentor. He looked terrible. His eyes were ringed by bruise-purple circles, his cheeks hollow with exhaustion; more bruises were visible on the exposed skin of his wrists where his jacket sleeves rode up, and Plash swore she could see blood staining his gloves.

“Are you just going to stare?” the Count asked. The question was blunt, but his voice was weak and lacked its usual intensity.

“I…” Plash couldn’t find any words, so instead she held up the scroll. “This just arrived.”

“And they sent you instead of a raven?” fWhip gave a dry laugh. “I wasn’t aware that you were doing the job of birds now, Plash Ajax.”

Most people would have been embarrassed by the quip, but Plash shrugged. “A raven brought it, but the raven-mistress said it was too important not to be hand-delivered.”

“Mm.” fWhip eyed her for a moment before he, too, shrugged. “Bring it here.”

She obeyed, crossing the room and depositing the scroll on his desk. Up close he looked even worse than at first glance; his face and every centimeter of exposed flesh were riddled with tiny scratches, like he had been on the losing end of an encounter with a thorn bush. His clothes were wrinkled and disheveled, his gingery hair utterly unkempt. Plash said nothing, only waiting in silence for him to inspect the scroll.

He took it in his hands and unrolled it, eyes scanning it for a second before he let it fall from his grip. It hit the desk with a clack, but Plash barely noticed, fixated as she was on the single tear that trailed down the Count’s cheek before being lost in the tangle of his beard.

“Um…” She chewed her lip for a moment, internally caught between wanting to comfort him and wanting to turn tail and run. She settled for asking, somewhat awkwardly, “Shall I, um...shall I leave?”

“Do what you like,” he replied in a tone thick with exhaustion. One gloved hand came up for a noncommittal wave, the fingers indeed stained scarlet with blood.

Plash stood frozen for what felt like an eternity, although it was probably no more than a minute, trying to decide what to do. Finally, she decided to be as blunt as the man she looked up to. “You look awful. Did someone break in here for a fight last night?”

She thought she had made an awful mistake when fWhip’s eyes locked onto her, his mouth agape; relief washed over her when he started to laugh, the sound hoarse and beaten, but familiar.

“So you can tell,” he said when he finally stopped laughing. “Well, I suppose I did nothing to try to clean up.”

“Wait, so there was a fight?” Plash asked in confusion.

“Of a kind,” the Count replied wryly.

“...I’m confused,” the young scientist admitted.

“Ah, I know how you hate that.” fWhip’s mouth quirked in a half-smile. “All of you young researchers do, though I try my best to beat it out of you.” He stood, shaking his head and then wincing visibly at the movement. “Ack. That’s unpleasant.”

“Can I, er, help in any way?” Plash asked.

“Follow me,” the Count said, beckoning with a gesture toward the door. “I will answer your question, though you must promise to share this with no one.”

Plash followed silently, thoughts spinning through her head as they descended the several floors of the manor and exited into the gardens beyond. From down here, she had a full view of the corruption towering over the skyline of Eastvale, tendrils encircling the town as if to latch on and pull it into the earth, although for now, they remained still. It was toward one of the massive growths that fWhip led her, and as they neared, Plash could see a curious wound in the side of the tentacle. It leaked and bled crimson ooze from the gash, and its flesh seemed to have withered around the site, blackened and decaying.

“What caused this?” Plash wondered aloud. “More corruption? Some new blight?”

“I did,” the Count answered.

“You--?” Plash stared at him, aghast, her eyes dropping slowly to the scarlet-stained scythe that lay abandoned on the ground below the tendril. She hadn’t noticed it until he nudged it with his boot, but now she saw the corrupted ichor dripping from the blade, the red vines hacked to pieces and lying dead beside the tool.

“Did you know I wanted to be a farmer once?”

She was caught entirely off-guard by the question, still enthralled as she was by the sight of the scythe, so it took her a moment to fully process it. “Wh--wait, a farmer? As in…?” She mimed what she thought scything wheat might look like.

fWhip nodded tiredly. “When I was very young, I once had to accompany my parents, the old Count and Countess, on a trip to a Wither Rose Alliance summit in Mythland. They were, of course, ensconced in meetings all day, so I wandered the kingdom with my…” Here he trailed off, a flash of some unreadable feeling crossing his face for a moment before he went on. “With an old friend. We got into plenty of mischief, and one of the pranks we decided on was to unlatch the gate to a field full of cows. Luckily, the farmer caught us before we were trampled to death by the beasts, and although we were royal, he decided to teach us a lesson, and made us help him sow carrot seeds for two hours.”

Plash made a face. “That sounds horrid.”

The Count chuckled softly. “My friend thought so, but for me, there was something very rewarding in digging up the earth, placing the seeds, covering them, and knowing that they would someday become food for the citizens of Mythland.”

“...Sort of like finishing a machine that you know will be used to make life easier for people,” Plash said after a moment’s reflection. She knew the feeling--hands oil-stained, face soot-smeared, hair wild, sleep-deprived and exhausted, but overwhelmed with warmth when she gazed at the thing she had created. There was nothing like it.

fWhip nodded. “Yes. And so I told my parents when I was returned to them later that I wanted to become a farmer and grow carrots for all the people of the Grimlands. They laughed, of course, and said that a Count’s son could do more than become a simple farmer, and as it turned out, they were right. But for a long time, I had a secret dream to fill the whole world with fields, to build one every day, as far as the eye could see.”

Plash gazed at him silently for a long time. Finally, she said, “So this is your chance to use the scythe to help the Grimlands?”

His face became hard, almost unrecognizably so. “If I have to tear down every one of these damn things, I will.”

There was silence between them again, the awful, still silence that had hung over the Grimlands in all the hours that had passed since the Ender Dragon’s demise. Plash watched as the Count breathed raggedly, his fists clenched and trembling, the entire weight of their kingdom resting on his shoulders.

“I’ll help,” she said.

He blinked--it was clearly not the response he had been expecting. “What?”

“I said, I’ll help,” Plash repeated. Her resolve was growing now, ideas taking root--like seeds, like kernels that, properly watered, would grow into something that could help them all. “I’m terrible with a scythe, but I know machines and chemicals. If you give me a sample, I can turn it into something that will help us feed the Mythlanders.”

The Count’s eyebrows rose almost to his hairline. “Feed--with the corruption?”

Plash scowled at him. “Did you recruit me from university because I had boring ideas?”

He looked astonished for a moment, but only for a moment, and then his mouth formed the devious smile that she hadn’t seen in nearly eight days.

“No,” he agreed. “I did not. Very well, Plash Ajax. You will turn Xornoth’s corruption into food for the people of Mythland. But you know, I have high expectations now that you’ve even suggested such a thing.”

Plash grinned right back, cracking her knuckles, her mind already working. “I know. So do I.”

#also featuring a sneaky reference to fwhip's hardcore series!! #see if you can spot it #empires smp #mcyt #writing #fwhip #the grimlands #empiresona #empires oc #plash ajax #xornoth #rcu #technically rcu!fwhip

[capriciouswriter207]

Predictable Copper is predictable, tell me more about this one?

- Evil WRA (who don't know they're evil) need to deal with rebellion and a demon in their land

It's already jumping out to me I may or may not write it when I finish my current corrupted Gem fic (if that's ok w/ you ofc!)

-🦊

Copper, I wouldn't have expected any different from you. /pos

It's definitely okay with me if you write this when you finish your fic! Feel free to take or leave what I had in mind and explained down here, you do you with this idea.

So, big country! It envelops basically all of Grimlands, Crystal Cliffs, Mythland, the Overgrown, and Gilded Helianthia as well as their leaders. Rivendell is an ally; Mezalea, Cod/Ocean Empire are not; Pixandria is neutral (though allied to Codfather Alliance). Lost Empire neutralized. Undergrove off doing its own thing because it’s just Shrub leading the good life.

Gem, fWhip, Sausage rule as a trio; Pearl and Katherine go wherever to keep the peace (i.e. to make sure troublemakers don't make trouble). They do visit sometimes, it’s pretty good. Joey is a vassal and believes he’s in charge of his country, when he’s really not. He’s just a puppet and blissfully unaware.

They’ve been trying to wage war against the non-allied countries and claim their territory, hence rebellion and Codfather alliance rising against them. Pixandria hasn’t been attacked yet because it’s so remote.

The people aren’t too happy with the rulers. They believe their trio of rulers are not necessarily evil, but have fallen under an evil influence. Which... they’re not wrong, but two of the three have no idea about that. They just believe they’re doing what’s right so why are their own people calling them evil for defending their country, what’s that about?

The latest theory is wild, though. People have been saying there’s a demon who’s corrupted their beloved leaders and made them cruel and vindictive and evil. That demon is the reason they’re waging war against the Codfather Alliance, because they normally wouldn’t do that. A preposterous theory, but it could be used to their advantage and regain the favor of the people.

Gem is pretending to be just as innocent as fWhip and Sausage. She’s not full-on mind controlling them, but she does nudge their minds to agree with her and her actions quite often. She wants power, but she’s told them the Codfather Alliance attacked first, and the two are more than willing to trust Gem on that front. That’s what you get when you’ve been influenced by her magic for all this time. Though she’s not happy with the rumor that a demon is roaming around and controlling all three of them, because that does interfere a little with her plans and comes awfully close to the truth she’d been trying to hide from basically everyone.

She has a similar hold on Pearl, Katherine and Joey. Meetings with Scott and Pix have proven they also could be influenced similarly if the need arises, but she hasn’t done anything major (yet). Just laid the groundwork for major overhauls, if need be.

So, that’s the basic premise I had in mind for this idea. There is one more... secret/twist that I'm not quite keen on sharing here in the open, which relates to what I’ve been calling this story in my mind, in case you like it and would like to implement it in your fic (if/when you write it), and it’s okay if you don’t want to do anything with it. Will send a DM with the twist shortly.

#empires smp #story idea #wither rose alliance #mythicalsausage #geminitay #fwhip #xornoth #i'm so sad i couldn't write this one myself #because i don't have time for another long-form project #but at least it'll be in good hands

[bananasofthorns]

♥️,✂️, & 🧠 for the oc ask game, for whichever oc you want to infodump most at this point :D

I'll go with Aster! my beloved silly

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Hm..nothing specific, but something from his childhood in Pixandria before his mom died and Pix disappeared. maybe something related to his mom teaching him to weave

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

His mom dying when he was 14.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

He lived in Mythland for years using the alias "Midas," which is also the name of his father, who was a wandering trader from Mythland whom Aster never met but loos very similar to. anyway Aster ended up getting caught stealing from the Church of the Blood Sheep. he escaped and fled Mythland and is now very wanted there but I'm pretty sure Aster's dad is still alive in the campaign so I hope things got REAL awkward for him for a bit

oc ask game

#banana made a post #banana answers things #i like a lot of things about aster actually but that's the funniest one #banana oc: aster

[coveredinsun]

Gunpowder Bros my beloved!

I'm always up for some fun headcanons. Loved that Sausage called them best friends in your last fic.

GUNPOWDER BOYS TIME. fuck yes thank you. they are one of my favorite duos on the whole server

our science bros are both very much geniuses. these two have made a FUCK TON of scientific progress, both individually and in collaboration with each other (and their research teams). but seriously, they’re quite ahead of their time. they’re currently working on the rough prototype of the first camera !!

they can keep up with each other excellently despite their difference in age (in the rcu it’s 11 years, pixl and fwhip are 34 and 23 respectively) and upbringing (fwhip was born with the resources to execute/build many of his ideas while pixl was not). they more often disagree on small calculations than big things

they have their respective allied rulers as friends, but no one Gets their silly little science rambles and sketches like each other. so i’d say they definitely describe one another as best friends. they’re the type of opposites which bring out the absolute best in one another. fwhip is very energetic, constantly in motion– he knows how much pixl values agency (as a prophet who sees a future he can’t change), so he’s always getting pixl to do crazy impulsive shit. on the other hand, pixl is always very calm and composed, so he’s very good at getting fwhip to slow down a little. but that doesn’t mean he’s any less passionate about their work

pixl and fwhip have a deal which dictates, depending on whose country they’re in, they MUST attempt to speak the other’s language (pixandrian and grimmish, respectively). of course, this gets funny when you consider the following points:

grimmish and pixandrian are the two most phonetically opposite languages in empires. grimmish is very “sharp” while pixandrian is very “smooth”. both of their accents are ATROCIOUS (fwhip thinks pixl stretches out grimmish too much, pixl thinks fwhip chops up pixandrian too much)

they make fun of each other for it a lot. fwhip mainly struggles with pixandrian pronunciation, while pixl cannot get a grasp on the 700 million specific grimmish grammar rules. the teasing is all in good fun though

their science arguments get heated easily. this often ends in them raising their voices about it, which ALWAYS devolves into fwhip just cursing pixl out in grimmish. you can hear him down the hall. it is hilarious. (for this reason, pixl attempts to get fwhip in pixandria as much as possible. nobody tell him though)

as said in my post, they’ve both given each other a number of piercings. it’s the closest thing they have to a “casual” night, where they don’t have the desire and/or energy to do a sweet heist or make any groundbreaking scientific discoveries. average tuesday night for the gunpowder boys for real

it’s uncertain when the piercing tradition began, but fwhip will readily admit that he was quite excited to finally have someone other than sausage to do this with (because sausage is surprisingly squeamish about it, despite all the mythland blood rituals, make it make sense honestly). they’re one another’s go-to person

they’d never say it out loud but they greatly admire one another on a number of levels. whether it be as scientists or colleagues or fellow rulers or just FRIENDS, they really do cherish the little bond they have. gunpowder boys real!!

#i actually love them so much. im so glad someone has asked #they’re my favorite duo and i LOVE their dynamic #(especially from an rcu standpoint) #now im gonna tag this with everything ever so that it gets as much traction as possible #gunpowder boys #pixlriffs #fwhip #empires pixl #empires fwhip #empires smp #esmp #saturn says things #asks #esmp headcanons #rcu #coveredinsunposting