#team rancher

[hybbart]

Day 2556: Tango's left to get Jimmy to the entrance, out of danger. Neither rancher is in great shape, but at least for now they're safe and more importantly back together.

[rancherduos]

Oh so Tango literally just recieved a picture of Jimmy during twitchcon and adored it. Okay

It's not even Jimmy's skin its literally Jimmy

[todareistodo]

love them sm 🥺🥺

[omgitsbeewave]

THE RANCH i did in sims and now drew!

[days-until-burnout]

Ranchers (romantic)jimmy, in probably the lowest point of his life, is jealous of the chickens

chimcken _____

📧 Day 71 -

Characters - Jimmy/Tango Words - 982 Time - 52 mins Content - Double Life-adjecent

Jimmy picked up a feather from the counter, pinching the hollow yet firm quill between his index and thumb. His eyes followed the symmetry of the vane, perfectly white barbs running parallel each other, never touching, never crossing. Behind him, his own wings puffed up, golden feathers so vibrant and beautiful compared to this bland white.

With a huff, he dragged himself to a high chair, talons perching on the stretcher. They dug into the wood, and he could feel the quill imprinting into his fingertips. And if he were a phoenix or had some fire adjacent abilities like Tango, he was sure his glare alone would have burnt the feather to a pile of ash.

He, however, had no fire powers, only the fire of annoyance burning inside him.

In the corner of his eyes, as he folded his left arm on the edge of the table, he caught more white. Lines and curves, jarringly littering the table. The white stood out against the red of apples, the purple grapes, the mismatch of yarn and rich gold knitting-needles sticking from the skeins. To his dismay, he blinked away from the feather, focusing his eyes on the table, swallowing a shriek in the back of his throat.

Feathers upon feathers, more than he had initially seen in the corner of his eyes.

Frazzled, jealous, he swiped them all off the table. Grabbed them by the handful and threw them onto the ground, huffing and puffing, yet there were more and more behind books and bowls and mugs.

It took a clumsy move until he stopped, the sound of something crashing onto the hard floors breaking him out of his frenzy. His body froze, tension heavy in his bones. There a trill in the back of his throat, an unhappy, quiet chirp. His talons clenched and unclenched the stretcher of the chair.

Jimmy blinked as a ringing filled his ears, the room no longer quiet, giving him a dizzying headache he tried to push back, forcing his body to move. Despite his will, he only managed to turn his head; directly to the shattering sound, just on the side of the table. Broken pieces of a mug, a puddle of cold coffee under them.

A couple seconds after, seconds that went by so slowly, Jimmy sighed with defeat. He shook his body out of the tension, letting go of the stretcher, he carefully placed his talons on the floor. He snatched some tissues from the table, and sat on his calves beside the mess, dropping the tissues atop it.

"Jimmy?"

A voice, Tango, called, followed by a quiet clucking, but he did not reply. He picked the broken pieces, pinching some corners and moving them to a pile, tossing more tissues into the coffee puddle. White tissues soaked up the liquid quickly, turning brown against the light brown of their floors.

"Hey, rancher," Tango called again, much closer now.

Jimmy could not bring himself to look at him, simply choosing to poke at the pile of tissues with his index. His wings deflated, falling with defeat against his talons lightly. Alongside, his shoulders slumped, right hand pinching his left hand, held together in his lap.

Tango walked about, the soles of his shoes against their hard floors were the only sound. That, and two pairs of feet tapping on the boards occasionally. Jimmy's talons, and claws.

Claws. And clucking.

In a couple minutes, the pieces of the mug were gone. The pile of soaked tissues was gone. After a wipe with a cloth, the puddle too was gone. In between blinks, each thing vanished until Jimmy stared at nothing. Blunt nails pinched the back of his hand, a couple of times as his pale skin littered in pink marks.

"Want to talk about it?" Tango asked quietly, brushing his hand where the puddle had been before sitting down, cross-legged. He breathed in and out, and Jimmy mostly heard it rather than saw it. Shortly after, Tango moved around, getting up to his knees to sit on his calves too, moving up closer with his knees on either side of Jimmy's. "No talking, alright. We can just sit."

Jimmy dropped his head further, now looking at his hands. A small white feather stuck to the back of his hand that he did not realize sooner, the barb messed up and sticking because of the coffee.

A trill escaped his lips, and Tango's hands took his. Not rough, or confident, simply resting atop his, giving a small squeeze.

"We should kill the chickens," he said finally, so quietly it could have been a thought instead. He only knew he spoke the words because Tango let out a confused sound, hand squeezing then letting go, hesitating between pulling back and staying. "All of them… Kill all of them."

"Alright," Tango started with a shaky breath. "Um… Why… Why?"

"Because."

Tango chuckled, "That's not an excuse, Jimmy."

"Should be," he muttered, pouting.

Rather than continue the conversation, Tango pushed himself to his knees, pressing their foreheads together. Tango was warm, from being a blaze but also from being under the sun. Jimmy could feel it, sun touched skin warm against his slightly chilled one. Reassuring, if not for the tickling of feathers.

Jimmy frowned, "The feathers. They… They get everywhere."

"Like cat hairs."

"Cat don't compete with me."

"No," Tango giggled, pushing back on Jimmy's forehead so they were a little more eye-leveled, "cats hunt you."

"I can hunt chickens then."

Ultimately, Jimmy did not get to kill any chickens despite his hand tightening on the handle of his sword. Instead, he spent the rest of the day picking up feathers and tossing them far, letting the wind take them away.

Tango let the chickens be for a couple of days, and Jimmy turned his nose up at the thought that he got jealous of some chickens.

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this almost turned full angst. but i did not. i am strong and did not angst angst was dead tango btw anyways. took this way too seriously, which is why the first and second halves are so different but oh well. writing hard, only chimcken

[tiredfoxtf]

No one asked volcano if it hurts to erupt.

[kitsuneisi]

Mini comic ddvau ranchers for a poll on twt

If I continue to win the poll maybe more art/silly

Also, shout out to tumble. They are really funny

It was a good fight!!!

[mayloony]

Happy update day everyone, have breeze and blaze ranchers as a little treat

[aris-has-a-paracosm]

Betrayal!

Anyone else here watch 11+ hours of Hermit charity streams today?

[hybbart]

Day 2565: Finally somewhere safe with his rancher again, covered in sores, Jimmy's become rather lethargic and hauls up in bed while Tango takes care of things. What happened to Hels and anything about him is something they've left to the others. For a little while it almost feels like being back on the ranch. Even if it isn't here, for once Tango thinks he won't have much resistance to suggesting they stay put for a while.

It helps having an avian host to supply stuff for a nest when your own avian is nearly nonverbal levels of comatose.

[wassup-its-e]

gay people whats your opinions on them

[improvapocalyps]

You have 90 minutes to complete. (original poem: r.a.)

In participation of the MCYT Recursive Exchange 2024 hosted by @mcytrecursive!

Inspired by know that all my love will be your breath (i will save you when your lights go out)

[text under cut]

1. Have you ever been in love? (Please circle your answer.) a. It's me and him b. Our hearts beat in sync c. Our lives intertwined

2. Do you understand what you’ve done? (Please circle your answer.) a. I couldn't do anything b. I lost my balance c. I doomed us both

3. It's been god knows how long since you felt phantom hands on your neck and there is no one in sight. If you were soul-bound to him and both of you died at the same time then why are you still waiting in the void? Please answer clearly, in full sentences. (Not a correct answer：I just wanted to see him one more time).

4. Define two (2)： Fate | The feeling of his forehead against yours Curse | The moment you realise he isn't linked to you anymore

5. True or False： i. It was your fault. ii. You wish you had met him under different circumstances. iii. You can’t regret a single moment that you had him. iv. You would do it all over again if you could. v. It ended long before either of you said anything.

thumbnails:

sketch cover thing for imgur link:

[wasyago]

a random ranchers design for fun, realized i haven't actually drawn them properly except for that one time hurriedly on paper

[xmaruu11]

Ranchers as Gauchos Uruguayos !

I know my whole ass deal is making the Ranchers uruguayan BUT HEAR EM OUT !!!

Uruguay is known for its ranching and surprise surprise, its national dance its the Tango! So I HAD TO

[snifsnoof]

ranchers based on this fic i read yesterday

(jimmy gets trapped in the nether n tango, blazeborn, is his guide)

transcript under the cut because this one is a little hard to read i fear

[TANGO] The piglins might not hurt you because of those pretty golden „wingificators“ you got there already (that’s what you called them right?)

[TANGO] Buuut, it's best to be safe! You may borrow some of mine! [referring to the gold]

[TANGO] Anyways! About those ghasts! Blah blah blah blah [speech fades out]

[JIMMY] Uh. Yeah, okay. Bet.

[oakskull]

OG post