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the-harvest-system · 1 month

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Hello! We're the Harvest system, welcome to our blog/public system journal!

Our collective name is Harvey (very creative, we know /sarc) you can call us Sickle too though! Please use he/they(plural) pronouns on us!

Keep in mind, we're bodily a minor, and while we may make some dirty jokes, we do not want to have an nsft interaction/view nsft posts.

Both our simply plural and pronouns.cc are a WIP however, they'll be linked as soon as we finish them.

Autism, adhd and possibly social anxiety - so talking to/interacting with people is hard.

We're a traumaendo/mixed origins system of about 50. We form new headmates easily. Like, very easily. Fictive + nonhuman heavy.

We won't be sharing everything about our system, since we'd still like to keep some privacy for safety reasons. (You never know on the internet, it's even worse as a system)

ASK GAME ASK GAME ASK GAME

Collective interests include: hermitcraft, empires smp, life series. That's it, yeah.

Most of us are dogkin/caninekin, almost all of us are non-human in some way, and we're collectively foxkin.

Follow our spotify for amazing music recs ;3

Spotify - LemonMuncher

Stances, DNI, tagging system, blinkies/userboxes and system members below the cut.

STANCES:

Pro endogenic (we're critical of the community but think that endogenics do exist)

Anti Radqueer

Anti TransID

Anti proship

From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.

We don't rlly care + don't know much about good-faith identities, you do you :]

DNI:

anti-endos

Proshippers/comshippers

Radqueers/TransID

MAPs, Zoophiles, etc.

Israel supporters

Singlets that can't be normal about systems

Anti-alterhuman/nonhuman

TERFs

Transphobes, homophobes, racists, ableists etc. (Surprising there's any on this site but...)

TAGGING SYSTEM:

harvestposting - original posts

harvestinfodump - system infodump

harvesthottakes - opinions, mostly syscourse

*emoji* writing - the headmate that wrote the post

harvestsillies - stories from headspace + quotes

SYSTEM MEMBERS

🍁Maple/Harvest - they/fox/He, gatekeeper and the headspace personified

👁️Xel/Cyrus - they/neos/it/he, protector

🌞Grian/Sunny - he/sun/other neos

📼Nico/Tobias - he/neos

💥Inni/Tommy - he/him, adhd holder

❄️Scott - he/aer/neos

🐟Jimmy - he/him, memory keeper

🏺Kaian/Joel - he/him

🫧Lizzie/Meri - she/sea/they/any

🌙Pearl - she/they, junior gatekeeper

🔦Grian/Elliot - he/they, archivist

🪦Cleo - she/they/it, protector

🌲Gem - she/neos/it

🐺Ren - he/paw/neos, caretaker

🌱Bdubs/Oakley - he/neos/it

🎙️Etho - he/neos, no role

📻Oscar/Scar - he/xe

⚙️Mumbo - he/they/it/neos

🔥Tango - he/flame/it

🍃Joel - he/him

🪽Angel - they/he/she, no role

🐅Tiger - they/he, protector

🌼Will/Finn - he/star/shark/bloom/⭐️/🦈/🌼

🔑Karl/Jasper - he/him

🥕Brownie/Arvey - social anxiety holder

🕯️Nyssa - he/they/it, traumaholder

🐾Kit/Apollo - he/it, comforter

📀Cyn - xe/they, mood booster

✨Milo - they/them, former host

🦴Amaranthus - he/they, traumaholder

🌻Cedar -they/them

🕓Bdubs - he/him, gatekeeper

🌸Lizzie - she/they

🎀Minx - he/she

🥀Valerie - she/her, protector, caretaker

🕊️Ophelia - she/her, caretaker

🎸Xavier - he/him

🦅Phenic - mirror pronouns, protector

🐕Cody - he/him

🦊Fern - they/them

🍄Faye - they/them

💻Alistair - they/them, social protector

🪶Grian - he/him, architect

🌳Scar - he/him

+ Jellie - she/her, non-fronting

♦️Max - he/him

🧪Zedaph - they/he

🌷Stress/Sylvie - she/her

👾Xisuma - they/he

🪓Fallon/Faolan - they/she/he

☁️Ghost - she/hxr

+Two littles we'd rather keep private

#pinned post #pluralgang #pro endo #system info

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monopoly-mountain-requests · 3 months

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Names for Jimmy Solidarity, mainly from Empires SMP, that are not necessarily fandom related and can be used in day to day life

Finley - Gives me the vibe of fins, like cod fins!

Timin - Meaning “born near the sea”, you could shorten it to Tim!

Dylan - Meaning “son of the sea”

August - A warm, summery name, reminds me of Tumble Town!

Sawyer - Like Tom Sawyer, another southern sounding name fit for a sheriff!

Ranger - Reminds me of Sheriff, a more unique name that is still somewhat normal!

Auri - Meaning yellow, has sunny, warm vibes that make me think of Jimmy!

#🪶falling feathers ~mod grian #🏜you may take the enchanter ~completed request #🏜red winter is coming ~queue #jimmy solidarity kin #solidarity kin #solidarity gaming kin #empires smp kin #life series kin #empires Jimmy kin #life series jimmy kin

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feralportalmaster · 2 years

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“Under my sunny blonde hair,

Doll of wax, doll of sound.”

In the comments of one of Jimmy’s short clips where Joel called him a Toy (or Fwhip maybe idk), I saw someone reference lyrics to “Toy” by Netta, specifically the chorus “I’m not your toy, you stupid boy”. Now as a Eurofan, I always get serotonin from people referencing a Eurovision song, even when unintentional, but it also made me think of other Eurovision songs that could apply to the Empires SMP.

Specifically staying on topic with Jimmy, there’s an (incredibly) old entry called “Poupée de cire poupée de son”, by France Gall (Luxembourg, 1965), which translates to “Doll of wax doll of sound”. In general the metaphor of being a doll fits the Sherif pretty well, but one verse in particular stands out:

“Je ne suis qu'une poupée de cire

Qu'une poupée de son

Sous le soleil de mes cheveux blonds

Poupée de cire, poupée de son”

Which roughly translates to:

“I'm only a doll of wax

Only a doll of sound

Under my sunny blond hair

Doll of wax, doll of sound”

It’s nothing particularly interesting, but I think it fits Jimmy well enough to be a really cool addition to a fan art piece, cosplay short or even just an edit vid.

#empires smp #empiresblr #jimmy empires smp #empires jimmy #empires smp jimmy #eurovision #toydarity #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #might be butchering the translation #if anybody in the fandom actually knows French that’d be great

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themightywolftiger · 2 years

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Golden Trails

Author's Note: Part one to an interesting AU. An AU of a simple theme: Gold. There's only really two-three parts of this AU. Also, I have other story ideas for Empires.

Some with themes that I have done before. Others? Others are similar but different.

Enjoy. Story below cut:

Everyone knew that Joel loved gold.

The way it shined in the sunlight, the way it complimented his builds, and how it was so versatile with its uses.

Some members of the SMP would even argue that he loved it more than building itself (he did not love it more than Lizzie, Hermes, Sausage, and his friends though) he loves his family).

But, this love for the ore would soon come into question:

A question that teetered between the love of a prank, the lives of of Joel's friends and family, and Joel's own sanity...

This story begins on a sunny day in the Empires server.

Joel was resting in his fountain with his eyes closed. A soft sigh came out of the god as he happily chewed on some berries that came from a floating bowl.

As the god enjoyed his snack and the cool waters, golden rays of light spread across the sky; These rays then reflected off the lightning bolt. And while multiple beams of light seemed to flicker off into the distance, one beam struck the very waters that Joel was resting within.

The wolf hybrid's ears twitched as he let out a tired grunt as the bright, powerful light waved across his closed eyes. Joel let out a growl as he casted his bowl to the side. Quickly, Joel sat up as his tail thrashed.

" FWHIP?" Joel called out with a growl, " ARE YOU PRANKIN' ME AGAIN?"

No response. There wasn't even a quiet goblin chortle.

Well, there goes my good mood.

Joel thought with a scowl as he stood up from his fountain. The wolf hybrid's tail thrashed again as he re-equipped his elytra before heading back towards his main house.

As Joel walked away from the fountain, something strange began to happen to the bowl and the berries within:

It began with a golden handprint that Joel had left on the bowl casted aside. Then, golden tendrils stretched from the handprint and across the rest of the bowl. Each berry within the bowl changed too until everything was golden.

Joel let out a sigh as he stood at the base of the steps to his house. The god-like wolf hybrid sighed as he opened his communicator. A smirk formed on Joel's face as he looked at who was online:

Jimmy.

I could just go about my day with my normal, everyday 11ft height....

Joel began to ponder as his smirk grew more devilish.

Or... With further consideration, I could remain my... Other-worldly height.... in order to hide from Jimmy as I prank him.

A small chuckle came from Joel as he adjusted his wings, gathered some rockets, then headed in the direction of Jimmy's empire.

-Brief timeskip brought to you by Lizzie dancing-

The large mesa soon came into Joel's view as he spotted the small (technically tall in this form), blond man crouched beside his TNT shop. Jimmy was busy digging through a shulker box and stocking his rocket shop.

Joel smirked as he took out his fishing rod. Silently, the bearded man landed on the roof and grinned. Joel watched as Jimmy finished restocking his shop and turned to return back to his starter base.

With a silent swing, the hook of Joel's fishing line latched to the back of Jimmy's vest. Joel's grin briefly disappeared as Jimmy stopped walking and crossed his arms.

" I know that you're here, Joel." Jimmy scowled as he looked up at bearded man. Joel stared at Jimmy as a grin swiftly returned to his face. Jimmy stared at him in disbelief and began to shake his head.

" J-!"

Jimmy couldn't even speak as he was yanked into the air like a fish being pulled from the water. As the canary hybrid was pulled upwards, he briefly made eye contact with Joel and scowled.

There's no way that Jimmy can recover from this!

Joel laughed to himself.

Jimmy's wings were still too small to support his lanky self. This is going to be priceless!

But, Joel's smirk was quickly wiped off of his face. The God watched as Jimmy quickly took out a bucket of water and used it to save himself from breaking a leg or bruising.

" You've got to be kidding me!" Joel yelled as he threw his arms into the air. The blond cowboy smirked and took the hook out of his vest.

The two stared at each other, one smug and another annoyed, for a good while until Joel rolled his eyes. With a huff, Joel leapt down from the roof and landed in front of Jimmy with a flap of his wings.

Jimmy's small wings twitched as he flinched away from the dust that Joel kicked up.

----------POV change to Jimmy-----------

" So, what are you doing here, Joel?" I questioned, " Came to bother me for rockets or just to harass me?" I looked around for cameras and sighed, " Besides, you're not even filming right now."

My tail feathers ruffled as I looked down at Joel. A slight scowl formed on my face as I put my hand to my hat. The bright sun was reflecting off of Joel's golden eyes and grinning face (were his eyes always like that?).

Joel shrugged his shoulders, " Can't I just visit my brother-in-lore?"

I tensed up then rolled my eyes. A soft grumble escaped from me as I took a deep breath. My wings twitched as I frowned.

Breathe Jimmy. Breathe. Don't get angry at him because that's what he wants.

Humoring Joel's play-on-words, I let out a sigh and begrudgingly nodded my head. Then, I held my hand out towards the shorter man.

" Fine... Yeah..." I nodded slightly, " However, do you promise to not mess with or touch any of my stuff?" I questioned with both an emphasis and a narrow of my eyes. Joel stared intensely at me with his golden eyes.

This staring contest continued unti-

" uuUUUUUUGGGGHHHH! Fine." Joel pouted slightly. Then, the man grabbed my bare hand and aggressively sho-

" Ack-!" I flinched and yanked my hand back. I clutched the limb as my feathers ruffled.

My skin crawled as a grimy, cold sensation crawled up my arm. A dull pain soon joined the strange sensation as I grimaced and shuddered. Eventually, my whole body was suffering from pins and needles.

" W-What the hell, Joel?" I questioned in bewilderment.

Joel tilted his head and raised an eyebrow.

I looked down at my hand and watched as golden dust crawled up my arm like cobwebs. The weird pain continued as my fingers tensed up and refused to move. As each digit stopped moving, I looked up at Joel as he took a step back.

" T-This is f-funny, Joel." I laughed awkwardly, " Y-You can stop this now."

My whole arm, including my shoulder, had stopped moving at this point. The golden dust was continuing to creep across my upper chest and down my torso.

Glancing down at my paralyzed arm, the golden dust had now turned into a solid sheen of gold that glistened in the sunlight. Warily, I touched at my arm as my face paled.

Tink! Clink! Clink!

It sounded like metal. It sounded. like. metal?

What did Joel do to me? Joel doesn't.... Joel doesn't have magic.

I breathed heavily as I looked up at Joel and took a step towards him. Joel took another step back as his eyes widened.

" J-Joel?" I questioned with more effort despite my voice cracking. My right leg buckled as I flinched and couldn't help but look down. My entire left leg was golden at this point: There even was a slight bend that mimicked a previous step I had taken. Meanwhile, my right leg was still moveable, but it was going numb.

Joel's ears lowered as he took another step back. The shorter man gulped as goosebumps formed on his arms.

" J-Joel?" I forced out as I struggled to swing my leg forward. When my leg touched the ground, shivers went up my spine as I let out a gasp of pain. I grasped at my chest in shock and watched as my right leg turned to gold.

Everything continued to ache as I looked down at my petrified body. I watched in horror as the dust slowly crept onto my face. I shuddered and struggled to move as the hearing in my left ear began to fade.

" J-Joel... P-Please say something!" I forced myself to speak, " Please! You've got to stop this!"

I reached my right hand towards Joel and tried to grab at him. The wolf hybrid's ears went back as his tail curled between his legs. Joel kept opening and closing his mouth as he looked around.

He was trying to escape?

He was going to escape!

I narrowed my eyes. Despite the developing petrification, I could still speak and move one arm.

" JOEL!"

I finally shouted as I gripped the front of Joel's toga right as my hand turned to gold. Joel stared at me as his pupils shrank; his breathing had sharpened as he struggled against my statuesque grip.

" J-Jimmy..." Joel barely whispered.

It seemed like a whisper, anyways. Was it actually a whisper? Or, had my hearing weakened due to one of my ears turning to gold.

It... It was hard to tell. Everything below my chin was numb. No, No, The side of my face was now numb too... Okay... Not okay...

My vision blurred as I struggled to breath; The gold that was now covering my nose was only worsening my attempts. Static and numbness filled my brain as I let out a strained whimper.

" J-Joel..." I choked out,

" P-Please..."

The gold spread over my other eye and down to my mouth,

" H-He-...."

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Joel collapsed to the ground then clutched at his chest. The wolf hybrid's eyes were still wide open as he began to breathe quickly.

This can't be real. This can't be real. This can't be real.

Joel repeated to himself over and over again. The god-like hybrid's body was shaking as he remained on the ground.

After a few minutes of breathing exercises, Joel's body stopped shaking as he closed his eyes and his ears twitched. Joel swallowed some spit and shuddered.

This is just a bad dream. That's it...

Or... Or this... this is just a glitch in the code...

Or... Or maybe a prank to get back at me for calling him a toy!

It's. Not. Real!

Slowly, Joel raised his head and stared at the golden statue that still mimicked the same terrified expression. Joel's body was shaking as he forced himself to stand despite his legs feeling like jelly.

" H-Holy shit..." Joel whispered as he re-approached the statue. The hybrid's tail remained lowered as he touched the statue.

It was cold.

It was hard.

It was lifeless.

Joel stood in silence as he took his hand away from Jimmy's body. The wolf god's ears twitched as a small smirk pricked the side of his mouth.

" No one needs to know..." Joel mumbled as a glint of gold sparkled in his eyes. Soon, Joel snapped his fingers and the statue was gone.

Then, the man disappeared into the skies with a flap of his large wings. Tiny specks of gold glittered in his wake.

He was gone and so was his treasure... his gold... his precious gold.

#empires season 2 #empires smp au #body horror #people get turned into gold

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nobble-hearted · 11 months

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The Reminiscence.

August, 1993.

Once upon a time, in the vibrant city of Berlin, Germany, a boy named Guiddeo Zechariah Schmidt was born on a sunny day in the year 1993. He came from the illustrious Schmidt family, a renowned royal family known for their involvement in various businesses. Guiddeo's family background was a fascinating blend of cultures, with his mother hailing from Indonesia and his father being German. Their love story began when Guiddeo's father traveled to Indonesia for a series of seminars, and it was during this time that he met Guiddeo's mother. Their connection was undeniable, and they decided to tie the knot, blending their lives and cultures together.

His story.

Growing up in Berlin, Guiddeo started his educational journey in a local kindergarten and continued through elementary school in his hometown. As the only child of his parents, Guiddeo received abundant love and attention from his family. However, as he reached high school, his father had a vision for Guiddeo's future. Being an influential businessman himself, Guiddeo's father wanted his son to gain practical experience early on. Thus, Guiddeo was immersed in the family business known as a business start-up. From his high school years until he became a seventh-semester university student, Guiddeo was considered an intern within the company. This experience provided him with invaluable insights into the world of entrepreneurship and business management.

Guiddeo's academic pursuits led him to SMP 225 Jakarta and SMA 8 Jakarta, where he continued to excel in his studies. With a passion for international business management, Guiddeo enrolled at the prestigious Universitas Indonesia, majoring in International Business Management. Eager to expand his horizons and gain a global perspective, he embarked on a Dual Degree Track and continued his Bachelor's Degree study at the esteemed University of Birmingham in the United Kingdom.

Armed with a solid educational foundation and practical experience, Guiddeo's journey took an exciting turn upon his graduation. He became one of the leaders in his family's business empire, overseeing multiple divisions within the company. His entrepreneurial spirit and innovative mindset caught the attention of his father, who recognized his potential. At the young age of 25, Guiddeo was appointed as the Chief Creative Officer (CCO) of the company, a position of great responsibility and authority.

However, Guiddeo's ambitions didn't stop there. Driven by his desire to explore new ventures and push the boundaries of creativity, Guiddeo joined forces with his friends, who were already well-known in their respective fields across various countries. Together, they founded a cutting-edge creative agency called FastLane. The agency quickly gained recognition for its unique and innovative approach, attracting clients from Singapore, Korea, Australia, Japan, and the United States. Guiddeo's leadership and strategic vision played a pivotal role in the agency's success as they continued to expand their business globally.

Guiddeo's story is one of passion, ambition, and determination. From his humble beginnings in Berlin to his ascent within the family business and the establishment of his own creative agency, he has proven that with hard work and dedication, dreams can become a reality. Guiddeo continues to shape the business world with his innovative ideas, making a mark as a leader and entrepreneur in the international arena.

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thecopperkin · 2 years

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—> welcome to my kin blog!

call me pix or ck or sunny or 13!

my pronouns are they/them or it/its or sol/sols!

i am gendervoid and aroace

my icon is from here and my header is from here

i am neurodivergent (in like three different flavours) and a minor

i am also british! (english/welsh)

this is my kinnie side blog because i can <3 i may also do stimboards/moodboards/etc from time to time

i kin from empires smp, doctor who, and various other things

i am a heavy tonetag user (primarily for my own benefit)

my interests include:

- empires smp

- truly bedrock smp

- generally chickenduo/recapduo (pixlriffs + zloyxp)

- drawfee

- bugsnax

- the owl house

- the stanley parable: ultra deluxe

- bouldering

one of these things is not like the others /silly

———

this blog is not safe for racists, homophobes, transphobes, anti-mogai, general bigots, tories, nsfw blogs, anti-endos, proshippers, anti character shippers, anti-kin, anti-tonetags, actively hate on jodie whittaker/the 13th doctor, and general dni criteria - if you’re here to start shit or you can’t interact anywhere else, then you can’t interact here, too!

this blog is safe for all mcyt fans (including dream smpers!), kinnies, people with funky gender labels, neopronoun users, agere, good faith identities, etc - if you’re not trying to hurt anyone, then you’re probably fine!

———

tagging system:

#you were raised by wolves and voices | general posts

#my favourite colour is you | faves

#but it’s a calming notion | reblogs

#i will be the man my father never was | kin shit

#it’s like constellations a million years away | art

#high achiever don’t you see? | stimboards

#coal to diamond sold to fools | moodboard

#headed straight for the floor | queue

all of these are from songs i like feel free to ask abt it !!!

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prismartist · 3 years

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The Devil's in the House of the Rising Sun

Fandom: Empires SMP

Words: 1032

CW: mild horror, mild body horror, vomiting, nightmares, derealization, demonic possession

A/N: yes i made an original "song" for this. i put some references to other Red antagonists from minecraft roleplays as well, see if you can spot them ;)

tbh this is just a call-out post for mc series always using nether blocks for supernatural villains. use end blocks or moss blocks for once smh /lh.

enjoy!!

Ao3 Link

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Beware the Maroon, the colour of Hell The endless Nether is the shell Of sprawling dark rocks framed by Black Attached and covering the Devil’s back

Fwhip sings the old folk song quietly as he traverses the cobble bridges, dodging fireballs casually as he reviews his notes. The surrounding danger doesn’t faze him–being the Ruler of Darkness and Chaos, it shouldn’t, and he has more important matters at hand anyhow. The demon is causing far more trouble than he likes, and he takes every opportunity he can to study it. Committing its characteristics to memory will probably be useful.

The heat of the Nether doesn’t seem to be as sweltering, somehow. He hasn’t broken a sweat yet either. As the fireballs whizz by his back, they’re almost… cold.

Fwhip halts in his tracks as another Ghast misses. Did the Nether always feel this nice?

He ponders for a bit, then shrugs before continuing on his way. He must be getting used to it then.

Beware the Crimson, the vines and sobs Your love, your land, the whispers do rob Gives you death, and riches, and nothing less In return, gives back all your promises

Something squirms under Fwhip’s skin.

On most nights he jolts up in bed, unsure if he is forced awake by a nightmare or the uncomfortable feeling creeping down his spine. Flashes of a red room dissipate from his mind as a dark, thick, thing crawls down the back of his arm.

He looks, and despite the lack of light he swears he sees a crimson worm-like strand under his skin, pulsing as it pauses its journey for a brief second. It’s dense, reminiscent of a varicose vein, and Fwhip feels it straining, as if holding itself back from tearing his skin open.

It escapes to his fingertips, leaving a chill in its trail, and disappears.

Fwhip feels like he should shudder. He doesn’t.

Beware the Red Sun, of endless shine Its dust trails a bright, useless line The only comfort ‘cross endless yellow Blood dripping in a hallway narrow

Fwhip hums, kicking the red “Corruption” with a grimace. He should really clean these up soon. Not doing so might make the demon think they’re welcome, and that’s the last thing Fwhip wants. No no, he’s very pleased with his own corruption, thank you very much. The glistening redstone set in deepslate was much more aesthetically pleasing than whatever the demon had in mind. Who were they to impede onto the Ruler of Darkness and Chaos’ idea of… Darkness and Chaos?

Not wishing to frown further at the gross crimson (that was almost familiar; did it always remind Fwhip of something wriggling just under his skin, threatening to burst from it?), Fwhip turns his attention up. It’s a nice, sunny day, perfect for farming and expanding the Grimlands. He takes a deep breath, taking in the fresh air and the smell of gunpowder wafting from the farm nearby.

There’s a taste of iron as well.

How wonderful.

Fwhip finds himself humming a tune. Despite its dark tone, he knew it to be a song for children; it’s perhaps a little silly to be singing a lullaby.

Well, he can’t help it. He’s always liked songs about themself.

Fwhip stops humming.

Did he?

Where did he hear that song from again? He doesn’t remember learning it.

I learned it from the gnomes, you know.

The corruption hums lowly from under him. It might be singing along.

They liked it too.

The sun is bright. It’s wrong.

No, no it’s not. It’s lovely.

It’s sweltering.

The sun is bright. Red, even.

A breathy chuckle brushes against Fwhip’s ear.

That’s how much they feared me.

He can’t turn his head.

Was there something dense wrapping around his feet?

It’s wrapping around his neck too. It feels like a hug.

You’re doing wonderful, my test subject.

He tries to scream, but something thick blocks his throat. It’s wriggling, bubbling up. He can’t tell if it’s bile or something else.

The hug tightens around his neck. He can’t keep it down.

Perfect. So little struggle.

But for now, it’s time for me to move on.

Fwhip opens his mouth, and instead of a scream, Red comes out.

Fwhip jolts awake, scrambling at his blanket in a cold sweat. He glances around frantically, begging his eyes to adjust to the dark. Fwhip presses a hand to his chest, and feels his heart beating rapidly against his skin. At least he’s still alive. And not being eaten by red vines, judging by the lack of it wrapping around his body.

He takes deep breaths, trying to calm down. It’s dark (not Red, no, it’s just black), the outline of chests barely making themselves known. Fwhip clutches at his velvety blanket, and inhales the grassy smell of petrichor from outside.

He doesn’t hear a song, or a growling laugh. He doesn’t taste blood on his tongue.

Fwhip sighs and lies back down, his hand still on his chest, as if trying to keep his heart–or something else–inside of it. He tries to goes back to sleep, his quiet mind somewhat alleviating the unease.

He doesn’t have nightmares for a while after that.

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Gem places down the spruce rhythmically, grateful for the mindless task providing stimulation. The Wizard Tower was coming together quite nicely. Soon enough it’ll be complete, and she can put her powers and studies to use in it.

Hopefully it’ll help with learning about the demon and the Corruption, she thinks with a frown. My nightmares aren’t a good sign. I need to find a way to stop them. They’re a danger to the server.

You’re a danger to your friends, a voice whispers, but she doesn’t dwell on that.

Gem continues building. She doesn’t break a sweat, to her pleasant surprise. She must be getting used to the altitude then.

She can’t help but place the blocks to the beat of a song playing in her head.

Beware the Corruption, the swirling strands Empires so strong will fall at its hands Taint sacred ground, still water shall boil Beware the comforting burns of the Devil’s toil

Something squirms under Gem’s skin.

#mcyt #empsmp #empires smp #fwhip #geminitay #mcyt fanfiction #empires smp fanfiction #prismatic writing #trying out putting the whole thing in a post instead of just the link. havent done it in a while.#also my first empsmp fanfic! :D

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ave-venefica · 3 years

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Regina Maris

-> Roughly translates as 'Ocean Queen.' A story of the Ocean Queen's beginnings, before the rise of empires.

THIS IS WHAT SHE KNOWS FOR CERTAIN. She was born at the apex of a storm. Booming thunder and dancing lightning meeting the roaring of the waves. Wind and rain battered the earth, bringing tidings of flood and destruction to the morals down below. Gods— even halflings such as herself— are rarely born peacefully. And this violent symphony was the universe’s call to her to wake up.

Wake up child, your mother would weep. Her clutch had lain unprotected for far too long. Ah, what tragedy it would be to lose you.

Lightning struck the rocky island she nested in— struck her. And her egg, large, pristine, and white, cracked at the gods’ command. Her hand shot up, breaking past the fragile shell, fingers splayed wide.

Thunder clapped with glee. The ocean rose with joy. Wind and rain wrapped around her, stripping cracked shells and mucous away from her skin.

Wake, Ocean Queen, cried the universe. Wake, child of gods.

She emerged fully formed from her shell, skin a soft blue and hair like pink coral. When she opened her eyes— blue like clear waters on a sunny day— to behold the world for the first time, it was to silence. Peace. The storm had ceased, the ocean had calmed. The dark clouds gone to reveal the full moon and a bright expanse of stars.

As if the storm had never happened.

(Mortals would recount this day as the worst storm for millenia. Those who were brave enough to step outside their houses after the storm had passed would look at the heavens in wonder. Never had the night sky looked so beautiful.)

The Ocean Queen gazed at the barren rock she was born on with sorrow. It had sheltered her for so long, but now it was time to leave. But before she could dive into her new domain, she spotted it—

A small egg nestled against some rocks. Pristine except for the hairline fractures blooming from its center. She picked it up with gentle hands and held it to the light of the moon and knew, without being told, that she and this egg were of the same blood.

Leave it, said the gods. It will perish soon. Spare yourself this pain, ocean child. Death and loneliness hurt more than you could ever know.

The Ocean Queen pressed the egg close to her heart. Felt its warmth. Felt its beating heart. Knew now that she beheld it, she could never let this small thing go.

Her first act to the gods was this: defiance.

She stepped into the waiting arms of the ocean, the cold waters parting as if to welcome her— them, home.

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-> For my first contribution to the mcyt fandom, here's an ocean queen lizzie fic!! I'll probably end up doing more in the future because Lizzie's past before Empire's SMP is basically free real-estate until we get more canon material lol

#ldshadowlady #empires smp #regina maris au #ocean queen lizzie #mcytblr #my writing

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