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WIP Wednesday ... on a Thursday

Very late-- I have been packing and traveling for college the last few days (hour 2 into the roadtrip ^^) Thanks for tagging @stygiansauce !! This is from a Maybe Happy Ending AU I've started working on semi-recently!!

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Pro Gamer Tango Tek showing everyone how it's done.

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Me: "it's a Tango death, it's gonna be ridiculous and funny and all his fault. Any angst especially in relation to Jimmy or the canary curse is gonna have to be built up with lore and headcanons"

Jimmy Solidarity, apparently salivating for a widow arc:

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​Guess who’s free from Corporate America????

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sigh.

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Past Life but the hybrid characters are human if their hybrid mob didn't exist in the version they're playing in.

This idea has been rolling around in my mind for a while and I have no idea what to do with it but I like it.

Enjoy my pitch of this idea through a short Tango POV of him waking up in Episode 1 as a human cause Blaze mobs didn't exists until Release.

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When getting taken into a game, it always felt a little strange. One second you were knee-deep in redstone noodles, trying to fix a janky armor stand with too many arrows and not enough logic, and the next, the room started spinning. Your stomach dropped. That five-second warning was all you got before the world blinked away and you woke up in the middle of yet another cursed Life game, the Watchers licking their lips and laughing at your expense.

Tango was used to that by now. The sudden shift, the nausea, the general “ugh” of it all.

This time wasn’t different.

Except… it was.

He braced for the usual, heat flooding his body, the spark in his chest reigniting, the comforting pull of fire curling under his skin. But there was nothing.

No fire.

It wasn’t cold, either. Just… neutral. A flatline of sensation. Unsettling in its quietness.

His ears twitched. Or they were supposed to. His tail should’ve lashed in warning, slicing through the air in discomfort. But he felt nothing but the memory of those movements, phantom instincts that didn’t translate.

Frowning, Tango opened his eyes. The world greeted him, but it was all wrong.

Where it was usually dimmed, colors filtered through the red-tint of his goggles, softened to keep from burning his overly sensitive eyes, now it was oppressively dark. He reached for his glasses out of habit, slipped them off, and rubbed at his eyes.

That was the first red flag.

He took in the landscape. Sparse trees. A single type of leaf. No grass variants. Everything was moving just a little too choppily, like someone had dropped the framerate. And a strange symbol floating at the center of it all. 

Oh. Right. Jimmy had explained this to him once, some kind of thing about The Watchers. And how they liked their little nostalgia traps.

Where were they? Pre-update era? Beta something?

He filed the info away, barely, because that wasn’t the biggest issue right now.

He could see. Without the glasses.

No pain. No sensitivity. Just… sight.

The realization hit like a piston to the gut.

He ran a hand through his hair… hair. No flame or flicker, just hair. Trying to ground himself and froze.

His fingertips were blunt. No claws. Just soft, human nails. His skin was smooth, pale, unburnt. He looked down and turned over his hands. Gone was the soot-stained ash black creeping up his arms. Gone was the warmth. His palms were pink and unfamiliar.

He stumbled back a step, turned quickly, and reached behind him.

No tail.

His ears, he touched them, rounded. Human.

His breath caught.

Why was he human?

His heart beat louder than it should. Faster.

He wasn’t alone. Around him, the other players stirred groaning, stretching, blinking against the light. But something was wrong with them too.

Feathers had been replaced with skin. Wings gone. Horns missing. Markings faded. Muted, dulled-down versions of who they were. And all of them were clearly trying not to panic.

He wasn’t the only one.

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this is about procrastinating. or executive dysfunction. i think

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Read on Ao3

There are papers scattered around him, large rolls of parchment and tiny colored sticky-notes. Charcoal pencils and ink pens and a nub of rubber. Tango isn't the center piece, he's sat off to the side of this mess, cross legged. "Have you seen the sun today?" He blurts. Tango smiles, tight lipped and tired. "Ah, they'll send anyone to do a check-in now. Huh." He nods to himself. Or; To ease Etho’s concerns, Joel does a house check on Tango.

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I AM EATING YOUR WORK OMGGGG @stygiansauce introduced me to you and I AM SO GLAD

What's you favorite thing you've written for ranchers and are you working on anything rn????

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Ah!!! Thank you!!

(Shout out Sauce!! You should all go check them out right NEOW)

In terms of my favorite rancher’s writing I’ve ever done… which is a lot— there was one Fictober 2023 one-shot I did: “Don’t worry, I got you.”

It’s a Firefighter Tango and a gay awakening Jimmy and although the writing style is old, incredibly repetitive, and over described, I think I peaked here. I love that short-story so much!!

Working on currently 😅 not much I fear. I have a few little project I work on every now and then but haven’t committed to something enough to share it. Currently I’ve just got short one-shots when I’m inspired by the Life series episodes :D

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No fic this weekend 💔 so instead take a quick ficlet continuation of last week’s fic.

Slight spoilers - This is your warning

------------------------ Seeing Tango again was like taking a breath after being underwater too long.

Not just seeing him, but feeling him. His soul, settled back into its rightful place. That familiar warmth had been tugging at Jimmy since the morning. That undeniable sense that his other half was near.

And then he saw him.

Leaning back, hand perched on his hip, that stupid grin spreading across his face.

Tango.

When Jimmy called his name, Tango’s tail flicked in his direction without hesitation, smile widening like they’d never been apart.

The sarcastic lilt in his voice said everything. He knew. He knew what had happened while he was gone. While something else had been behind his eyes.

Jimmy crossed the space before he could think better of it. An arm looped tight around his waist immediately. And just like that, the edges of the death game faded. Nothing mattered except the warmth seeping back into him as Tango’s hand found its way under his sweater, fingers brushing skin just to prove he’s there. To anchor them in this moment.

He pressed a kiss into Tango’s hair, casual and adoring, as they talked about their improv group. Like things were always normal.

Tango’s eyes lit up, and Jimmy smiled. He remembered the days when Tango would get trapped in his own head, overthink every word, every moment. But now this was different. This was fun. This was free.

“Cute sweater,” Tango murmured with a teasing grin, fingers pulling lightly on the fabric as his eyes flicked slowly up Jimmy’s body. Jimmy’s heart stuttered.

Tango didn’t know how close he was to losing that sweater entirely.

Lucky for him, Jimmy had some self-control.

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The Life Series / HermitCraft unboxing when I get home is going to go crazy… wait for me… just another month…

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Aka 3 years since I started writing fuck-ass ranchers.

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I did it.

GUYS

WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME!?

I WAS IN MEETINGS

AND PART TWO OF MY "WAIT, YOUR BOYFRIEND IS MY BOYFRIEND" FIC FROM 2023 WAS HAPPENING!?!?!

AND ITS EVEN BETTER BECAUSE JIMMY WAS THE ONLY ONE TO NOTICE

anyways. give me 24 hours. We're so back.

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GUYS

WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME!?

I WAS IN MEETINGS

AND PART TWO OF MY "WAIT, YOUR BOYFRIEND IS MY BOYFRIEND" FIC FROM 2023 WAS HAPPENING!?!?!

AND ITS EVEN BETTER BECAUSE JIMMY WAS THE ONLY ONE TO NOTICE

anyways. give me 24 hours. We're so back.

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Bit of AutoCrafted lore for y’all:

I have never been more afraid about the Evo logo resurgence.

Not because of the lore or anything to do with the actual series.

No. It’s because I’ve been in the fandom for too long and was put into a position of power in high school. This meant designing my HIGH SCHOOL’S YEARBOOK FRONT COVER on the Evo logo 😍

And now I fear that someday my secret will be exposed. And the world (my random high school) are going to find out the truth. That their yearbook is based on a literal Minecraft series.

(I also created an entire fandom section to our books so I’m confident it wouldn’t be hard to figure out who dun it)

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Yeah um. I knew I'd get inspired to write again. Not this soon but y'know.

Enjoy, it's been a while-- lol

Their Rendezvous - What Happens When I Remember I Write Ranchers

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Howdy y’all!

It’s… been a while… since March since I last posted a fic…

Have I given up on Ranchers? NO!

But corporate America has me by the throat (This author scored herself a NYC internship!!) and I’ve been working for some amazing companies that has taken priority!

(Cough cough, not to go too deep into it but I’ve been working with YouTube and it’s been so fun!!)

I’ll likely make a resurgence with the new Life Series coming out! But until then thank you for your patience 🫶