#/ empires smp

[cielcreations]

Happy Pride Month to my favorite couple: Smallidarity

[paddysol]

i have seen what the darkness does, say goodbye to who i was

[actualori]

a drawing based off the fic “hubris killed the god” by @thetomorrowshow (it’s so good go read it)

date drawn: october 24th 2023

[the-mcyt-crackships-brackets]

We're proud to annonce the winners of the mcyt crackships brackets!

(and all of them are yuri :D !)

IN FIRST PLACE WE FIND DEATH YURI!

FOLLOWED BY MOONFLOWERS IN 2ND PLACE AND MOON GIRLS/MOON² IN 3RD PLACE!

AND BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE, WE WILL FIND OUT WHICH ALTERNATE UNIVERSE LIFE SERIES MEMBER / OBSCURE DSMP GIRLIE IS THE BEST YURI!

[solbellaria]

Hermitcraft Joel reminiscing empires season 1 Jizzie

[incorrect-esmp-quotes]

[At Shelby's and Katherine's wedding]

Oli, officiating: Dearly bruhloved, we are swaggered here today to join these two sis in holy matrihomie.

[watcheraurora]

I know there probably won't be an Empires S3 and that's genuinely fine

But imagine with me for a minute

It's 1,000 years since the end of Empires S2, and the souls of the rulers are reincarnated yet again, fresh and new as before

And one of them in particular—a blond, brown-eyed young man—wanders the land with a pair of yellow-gold wings folded against his spine

Those wings bear him through the sky, soaring high above anything else. Sometimes he wonders if he could even fly so high that he would reach Stratos, the long-forgotten, mythical land of the gods. Or, according to myths and legends, the last god

With those yellow wings in the sun and his warm blond hair, he's given the name Canary King by his people

He builds his empire from scratch. He plants orchards in a plain biome—a canary's natural habitat. He trades honey and apples with the other kingdoms

He builds homes for his people with his bare hands. He builds his seat of power nearby. A palace for an Avian nestled in the branches of the tallest tree in the world. He made the tree himself, in a way. With the help of a little magic, he grew a sapling into a true marvel. A grand treehouse, high in the air, is where he builds his throne. The perfect fit for a wingéd king, born for the high blue skies

Sometimes he dreams of a homey swamp full of cod and slime. He dreams of gills in his neck and webbed hands. He dreams of a woman with blue skin and pink hair like Lizzie's in a light, flowy dress. He calls that woman sister, in his dreams. He dreams of an elf from the cold, high mountains—an ally. Sometimes he wonders if there was something more there. He dreams of the demon. The corruption.

Other times he dreams of a mesa—badlands. Exact opposite of that homey swamp. Instead of perpetual damp, the mesa is bone dry and blisteringly hot. He dreams of a brass badge on his chest. Tall boots to keep the sand out of his socks. He dreams of a hat to keep the sun off his face. The mesa is empty and lonely. He dreams of enclosed walls meant to emulate the blue sky and clouds the badlands are too hot to form. He dreams of mocking laughter. Shouts of "Toy!" He dreams of strangers appearing in the world, smaller than most everyone else. He dreams of the world the strangers—Hermits?—came from. A Rift in reality. He dreams of a funny old man with a grey beard teaching him to be "better" in his role

He dreams of a man with blue fire for hair, blue eyes with darker blue sclera, and a long black coat rarest of all, but they are always the sweetest dreams. The Canary King wears the brass badge and boots in those dreams, and the blue-fire-hair man isn't like the others—he treats him kindly. Even sweetly. In stark contrast to the mocking teasing of the others

The Canary King dreams he builds the two of them a ranch in the badlands, and then sees the fortress in the frozen norths of the Hermits' world that the blue fire hair man built himself

The Canary King always wakes up from these dreams feeling nostalgia. Like he misses something he never had, or lost something he no longer remembers

He serves his people and enjoys the company of the other rulers, his friends. He pretends he's not haunted by these dreams and the lives that seemed to be contained within them. No one else speaks of reoccurring dreams. No one else seems to notice the thousand-yard stare that he has when he thinks about them

Sometimes Scott smiles at him a little too fondly. Sometimes Joel's teasing needles him a little too deeply and he feels much smaller than he is. Sometimes Lizzie scolds him in a tone that sounds like the older sister the Canary King doesn't have—

And he remembers those dreams all over again

And his wings pull closer to his body, trying to protect him. He seeks comfort in the feeling of his feathers against his hands. He ignores the flashes of red-yellow-and-blue macaw wings on one of the Hermits in his dreams

So he flies. He flies and flies and flies. He sees the world whiz past below him. He flies so far and so fast, he tries to let the wind steal his thoughts and dreams from his mind. The skies are his home even more than the treehouse he poured blood, sweat, and tears into. The skies bring relief. And quiet. And solace. He still hasn't flown high enough to reach Stratos. He doesn't think he ever will

He doesn't want to anymore, with those dreams following him

The Canary King flies for days, barely sleeping, barely eating

He doesn't stop until he sees a mesa below him

It pulls him up short. He circles as he descends, eyes sweeping the land

He lands and kicks at the red sand here and there, thinking himself ridiculous for hoping to see—to find—anything

Until he slams his foot into something

He digs with a shovel and a pickaxe for what feels like hours. He exposes the ruins of an old town. He knows exactly where he's going to find the next building, somehow. As familiar with this town's layout as he is his orchards and the villages he built with his bare hands back home

He finds a small wooden sign with Welcome to Tumble Town! etched into the wood

He drops the sign and takes wing again. He deliberately ignores every swamp he passes over

He flies until he can't anymore. Until his beautiful, strong, yellow wings have no strength left and cannot bear him on the winds any longer. He crash lands in the snow and does not get up

The Canary King expects to freeze to death and never see his orchards or his treehouse palace ever again. He expects to finally be free of the dreams

Night falls. Creepers sneak around the mountains. Spiders spit and skeletons clank. Zombies groan

The world has grown dark, and the Canary King's vision begins to become even darker—

A blazing golden light flares. A voice cries out and then giggles

That same voice asks if the Canary King is alright. A warm hand rests on his shoulder

The newcomer has yellow fire for hair and red eyes with darker red sclera. He has the same face shape, the same nose, the same ears as the man in the Canary King's dreams

The newcomer is concerned and the Canary King is on the brink of unconsciousness. The newcomer promises that he's safe now—he'll be taken care of. It's the last thing the Canary King remembers before passing out

He wakes up in a cozy ranch house

He feels like he's home for the first time since the dreams started

[transfemoliorionsound]

>you see someone staring at you from the mangrove

[varteeny1234]

everyone should watch skyblock kingdoms it's like if empires smp and double life had a baby

[ahllohehn]

it would be fun if Katherine was a Mars kid

It would be, considering her "monster hunter" occupation. But I also didn't want to completely disregard her cute-sy aesthetic and her flower motifs from season 1.

SO I WENT WITH THE NEXT BEST THING; Persephone/Proserpina

At first, I considered having her as a Mars kid and a Venus legacy and have her become Aphrodite/Venus's 'champion' because she was one of the few demigods that connected her to her lover Ares/Mars and so I wanted to still somehow include Katherine's 'curse' but the curse is basically having to always be the perfect warrior for her mother and ancestor.

BUT! I recently saw another Ask in my inbox that mentioned something about flowers but also mentioning Pluto and I suddenly had a epiphany. Also my initial idea was reaching too far so I completely scrapped it and went with this:

I thought Persephone/Proserpina would be absolutely perfect because she's the goddess of spring but also the queen of the underworld. So Katherine could still keep her flower motifs but still be badass enough to be a monster hunter because of her connection to the Underworld, because of possible powers she inherited from said connection.

Anyway I type too long yada yada, here's Katherine Elizabeth!

(Mandatory Discord Link Drop https://discord.gg/AcM4J36vfy

[aysbes]

Boat boys this smallidarity that bro sausage was absolutely “plundering joels booty” in empires s2

Like i was watching that one complication of hermes and like gahh,,,,, they didnt need to get that sexual

[khyann]

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Back to business with a good old Sausage yapping

[cactusringsystem]

try not to think about flowerhusbands challenge: impossible

[actualori]

happy father’s day to those who celebrate it today!

[where-is-olivesleepy]

olive is in the hermitcraft x empires crossover ^-^

[lovetunneldown]

beach fwhip

had to complete the set.