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doodle-list · 3 months
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Based on that one post I made a whole while ago about Jimmy's disc being important to him because it was like a lullaby Lizzie sang to him in oceanic or smth
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floweroflaurelin · 1 year
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All hail the king! All hail the king! 👑💋
“Tumblr’s gonna love that bit” — Pixlriffs
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srwbry-minecraft · 8 months
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May I present
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birdnt · 1 year
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pixlriffs calls his copper ager his "child"... but what if it was an actual child?
" david and dadriffs "
edit: i got. my first ever cc notice on twt. i henceforth pledge my allegiance to pixlriffs he is all-generous and kind
part 2 where david meets grian
(story hc: In the Golden Age of the Ancient Capital, its scholars would seek eternal youth, experimenting on orphans for the “greater good”. But when they created a child who aged the world at the touch, they were quick to discard it, not knowing they threw away the very thing they were looking for. Centuries later, an archeologist finds the infant in ruin, his most precious discovery yet...)
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cydanite · 1 year
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"Don't touch that thing!"
"It's cursed!"
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elytra-thief · 8 months
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WOAGH, dog
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valoisfulcanellideux · 2 months
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These Stones Remember - cover reveal
A few days ago I posted the full title and cover reveal for my upcoming Pixlriffs-centric (Copper King & Phantom Assassin) story, A Tale of Two Devotions. That beautiful artwork was commissioned from the amazing Sabira | @floweroflaurelin and at the end of the post I mentioned that I had one other commission currently sitting with them.
Well, that commission is now complete, and ready to share with you.
It's the cover for my 178,000-word fic These Stones Remember, and I'll admit that seeing this final image got me feeling incredibly emotional. There may or may not have been tears shed. There were. Oh heck, there were.
So here it is:
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I spent almost a year of my life writing These Stones Remember, and Sabira has more than done justice to these characters and this world. The Copper King, Onorait Paix al-Lareiff. His 2,000-year-old present-day version, Pix al-Lareiff. His devoted and faithful Chaperone, Mhenheli al-Q'isaraf. His adorable little soul companion kitty, Malin. And the Vigil and the Statue, and so many other tiny little details that you probably won't even realise have been inserted into the illustration unless you've read the story.
To say that I'm thrilled with this cover would be the understatement of the year. (I know this year is still young, so let's include last year, too!) It was a delight to work with Sabira, and to see the in-progress sketches and eventually this final render, with the beautiful hand typography for the title.
And, if the cover has piqued your interest but you've not yet read the story? Welp, here's a taxi to some sweeping ancient history :)
"The past changes a little every time we retell it." A wandering scholar and his ethereal companion find a long-abandoned treasure. At first glance he thinks has simply stumbled upon a ruined ancient capital, filled with the promise of incredible archaeological treasures and riven through with the history of a long-dead civilisation. But when he wakes up one day and finds the city has come alive around him, its people bowing to him as though they know and respect him, he has unknowingly begun a journey toward redemption for a terrible mistake he made two thousand years ago.
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cynthrey · 2 months
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i'll send you scott of mezalea back though in case you had an idea for him!
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no problem!
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Scott of Mezalea
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And Pix of Cogsmeade (gotta say, i love how he turned out <3)
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heirmyst · 2 years
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lore man with the cool videos that i enjoy :D
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viridis-mundo · 2 months
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City with no name, person with no history
A thousand years ago, Pix voluntarily went into the desert and never returned. A thousand years later, it still has consequences. A short look at friendships that span lives.
"You’ve been spending a lot of time here lately," Pix smiles, there is no claim, no hint of suspicion. The smile is soft, he is simply observing the fact. The sky is blue, the grass is green, the ancient city that Pix is working so hard on has no name. Fwhip has been spending a lot here lately.
It is the middle of summer, and the sun stands high and shines for a long time, making its way even underground to the goblins. Gobland is cooler than the surface, but everyone still works a little slower and a little lazier than usual. Fwhip decided to stop construction during the heat wave. However, when your hands are not busy with materials, it turns out, that he has too much free time.
"Are you against it?" almost escapes Fwhip, but something inside him is suddenly afraid - what if he really is against it? What if suddenly Pix will say that he is tired of the company and overall the goblin is getting under his feet? What if he suddenly leaves? Which is honestly hilarious. Pix may disappear for a day or two or even a week, but everyone knows that this man has simply buried himself again in some ancient hole and sighs in admiration over half-broken vases.
"Someone should make you warm up, old man, otherwise you’ll wither away like your precious artifacts," Fwhip grins, kindly, of course, and Pix laughs too, a little muffled, as if from afar. Fwhip is again overwhelmed by the feeling that Pix is going to disappear right now. Pix has always been... Fwhip doesn't want to use the word "weird" because it implies that everyone else was normal (which they weren't), but there was always something ELSE about Pix's presence. He will tell you a fact and then add something ELSE that he shouldn't know, he will ask you a question, but there is something ELSE in the question, but you don't know for sure what it is, you will say the answer and he will hear something ELSE, incomprehensible to you. And then he will smile again and for some reason, you will feel sad.
"As if I don’t have enough warming up without you, little children," he is only like maybe eight years older than Fwhip, but Pix again looks into the distance, at the restored castle, and in his eyes is the regret of an immortal. Fwhip resists the urge to grab Pix by the sandy (it's blue-gray) shirt, like a really small child afraid of losing a parent at the festival. "I do need some fresh air from time to time," Fwhip adds more quietly, still hoping to keep his voice light-hearted, but, judging by Pix’s look, failing catastrophically. Pix looks at him closely, but not as intensely as, for example, Scott, with his magic eye, or Gem, with the carefree attitude of a princess, but with hawk's sight. Pix’s gaze is soothing, like a heavy blanket after a nervous day, like a mug of warm milk before bed, like the quiet dance of stars in the night sky. And just as centuries ago, people looked at the sky and looked for constellations, so Pix is always looking for something in someone else’s soul. With the precision of an archaeologist, he unearths long-forgotten (or buried) emotions, and Fwhip has always taken this as a challenge.
I have nothing to hide! Here I am!
But today, under Pix's magnifying glass, something too forgotten turned out to be, something that Fwhip was not ready to face. This something had a taste of redstone, gunpowder, and for some reason sand. The sand got into his teeth, into his nose, into his eyes, and that’s probably why Fwhip found that his eyes were watering. He nuzzles his nose into Pix’s shirt (it’s blue-gray), and he smells of copper - he was working on the copper aging machine underground. And this smell also calms, but for some reason, the tears keep flowing and flowing.
"I’m not going anywhere," Pix says quietly, hugging Fwhip back. And there is no consolation in the voice, only a promise, as if he was going somewhere, but changed his mind. And Fwhip believes, he nods his head, as if agreeing with the decision, and holds Pix even tighter.
A thousand years ago, these same hands could not find a sand shirt to hug and cry into. A thousand years ago, Fwhip stood alone in the middle of a desert that stretched for thousands of miles around him and wept alone. A thousand years ago, Pix voluntarily disappeared into the desert. A thousand years ago his friend did not return.
"I'm here," Pix says again as Fwhip calms down under the setting sun. The night embraced friends.
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id-invisible · 11 months
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I PRESENT TO YOU, (at the request of @insomniaruler )
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THE ONE AND ONLY. PIXLRIFFS, THE COPPER KING ‼️‼️‼️‼️
(I do not know much abt S1 Pix, but I serve the ppl so here u go)
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loonaluci · 4 months
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I did a height chart for my currently unnamed esmp1 flower husbands au (these are liable to change but this is what I have so far)
The emperors (ignore some of the colors, I gave up on the colors halfway through)
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And one with Jimmy & Lizzie’s heights before the fishining
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And finally, the Rivendell sibling +Joey (Xornoth fiancé) & Lora (Scott’s second hand woman and best friend apart from his sheep and owls)
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floweroflaurelin · 5 months
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Huevember day 5: Bright Lights
Back to my roots with the Copper King ✨ I just think the new copper bulbs and copper grates would feel so at home in Pixandria!!
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wren-kitchens · 2 months
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i feel like more with you
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“it’s not just kind, my dear, it’s true.” pixl says deliberately, and scott is blushing even more and honestly, it’s kind of gorgeous. wow, he should have been doing this from the start.  scott frowns at him, and- really, it’s basically a pout, which, by all rights, shouldn’t be as endearing as it is. “you’re being unfair.” he says. “i’m being unfair?” pix grins, and scott huffs, laying back down. “how’s that?”
woe, fluffy weather husbands upon ye i blame juno for getting me into them (/silly)
reblogs do more than likes! if u enjoyed please reblog <3
“I don’t know how you do it.” scott says from where he’s laying on his llama—mia, pix thinks it was called.
they’ve been walking for a little while, and pix has to admit, he’s found it a little more difficult to focus on the landscape whilst scott is here than it probably should be. he’s not massively surprised, in all honesty. after all, most of their interactions seem to consist primarily of scott flirting with him relentlessly—and scott is definitely not lacking in that department.
“how I do what?” pix smiles, already knowing what’s coming. it’s flattering, okay? he’s allowed to indulge in the ‘what ifs’ if he so pleases.
scott gives a brief, vague gesture at pix, as if exasperated that he doesn’t already know. “you just walk around like that all the time, and then i’m expected to act as normal?” he scoffs. “it’s ridiculous.”
“you’re too kind.” pix says, mock-gracious even though he kind of means it. pix just had to go and tempt fate by pretending to ignore scott’s offhand flirting and now here he is. it’s fairly ironic, isn’t it?
“I still can’t believe you invited me on this walk,” scott smirks a little, but there’s a note of genuine honesty to it that makes pixl do a mental double take. “as if i’d be able to focus on the view.”
pix huffs a laugh. “I found myself thinking the same thing.” he admits, and all of a sudden, scott freezes.
in fact, scott doesn’t just freeze—he almost falls off his llama, and would have if he hadn’t been able to scramble upwards to grab the reins in time. pix watches with a dawning realisation as scott clears his throat, a pink blush beginning to dust his cheeks. no, does he- no way did pix just make scott blush.
“that- that is kind of you.” scott says, avoiding pix’s gaze.
“it’s not just kind, my dear, it’s true.” pixl says deliberately, and scott is blushing even more and honestly, it’s kind of gorgeous. wow, he should have been doing this from the start.
scott frowns at him, and- really, it’s basically a pout, which, by all rights, shouldn’t be as endearing as it is. “you’re being unfair.” he says.
“i’m being unfair?” pix grins, and scott huffs, laying back down. “how’s that?”
“because you have somehow managed to come away entirely unbothered when- oh, I don’t know, when jimmy would have been reduced to a pile of mush by now.” scott says grumpily, but there’s a ghost of a smile playing at his lips. “that is unfair.”
pix raises an eyebrow, watching as scott follows the action. “you know what I find unfair?” scott nods for him to continue, and pix can’t suppress his smile when he says, “whilst I thought I was foiling your plans, you instead have made me go and fall for you.”
it’s so interesting, how scott has stopped hiding his emotions when pix is around—and so wonderful right now, because pixl can see the exact moment the words process in scott’s mind. “you- no, you’re- you’re having me on.” scott is clearly scrutinising every part of pix’s expression for any sign of deception. “you don’t.” he says, but there’s less confidence and a lot more hope.
“I do.” pix says, grinning at scott’s dumbfounded expression. “you know, I thought you were smarter than this. there are consequences that come from flirting endlessly with someone.”
“believe me, I know that much.” scott says, an almost disbelieving smile playing on his lips. he pulls on mia’s reins, and she comes to a slow stop as scott slips off her back with far more grace than pix thought anyone could manage. “can I ask you something?”
“fire away.” pixl says, a kind of warmth in his chest as he notes the fondness in scott’s eyes.
scott tilts his head ever so slightly to the side, and pix isn’t entirely sure the action was intentional. it’s cute, regardless. “may I kiss you?”
in an instant, it’s as if all the breath has been whisked from pixl’s lungs; all he can do is stare. oh- okay, he did not expect this at all. at best, he assumed scott would tease him about it, and at worst it’d be an uncomfortable walk back, but never this- never did pix think even for a moment that scott might feel the same.
scott is laughing in delight, and pixl registers dimly that he’s finally managed to fluster him. who knew? all scott had to do was mean it.
“are you alright, sweetheart?” scott grins, voice soft, and pix could get used to a lifetime of that pretty soon. “you seem a little surprised.”
“you-“ pix can’t seem to get his words in order. it’s kind of embarrassing actually—no wonder jimmy is so frustrated all the time. “i’m- you like me? like- really?”
“well, I don’t know if you noticed, but you are utterly gorgeous, and you have the most amazing personality.” scott smiles, and pix is blushing, and he might have to change his name and move to the ocean empire. yes, the sunken one. “and, oh, you should see the look on your face when you’re talking about a new artefact you found, or how you completely light up when I ask about the origins of mazelea.”
scott slips his hand into pixl’s, and- void, he looks so incredibly honest. “I will say, I didn’t expect the challenge I set for myself to end up with me falling for you so thoroughly.” he gives a huff of a laugh. “I should have expected it though. i mean, look at you.”
“oh void.” pix steps forward and buries his face in scott’s shoulder, trying to pretend he doesn’t love the way scott laughs at him. “go bother jimmy, why don’t you?”
“you’re prettier.” scott teases. “besides, I haven’t gotten an answer to my question yet.”
it takes pix a lot longer than it probably ought to for him to remember what the question even was in the first place. “what was- oh.” he faces a very pleased looking scott, and- void, pix can’t believe this is how today has turned out. “you- yes. you can.”
scott smiles, and pix feels his own mouth twitch into a shy grin as scott slides his free hand against pixl’s waist, leaning in. “good, because i’ve been imagining this for far too long now.”
pix doesn’t even have time to process that sentence before the gap between them is closed, and he is kissing scott. and- okay, you can’t really.. not hear about the rumours surrounding scott and his kissing abilities, but all of pix heard seemed at least partially exaggerated. after all, there’s no way he could be that good, right?
well- wrong, in fact. scott kisses him sweetly and softly, and pix finds himself melting into it entirely. scott cups his face, rubbing a gentle thumb against his cheek, and pix is leaning into him before he even registers the action. it’s as if scott has been somehow studying pix and calculated the exact way to kiss him in order to get him to cease functioning without even lifting a finger. it’s all pix can do to kiss back, rather than melt into a pile of very happy archaeologist mush.
when they part for breath, scott is smiling that ridiculously beautiful smile, and when they begin to kiss again, it’s pixl who leans in first.
you know what? pix thinks he’s gonna go on walks with scott a lot more often from now on.
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birdnt · 1 year
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lore -> hermits are immortal and aren’t affected by david’s ageing power
“ david afk session w/ grian ”
part 1
david’s wardrobe change was inspired by @/OliveInABox and @/viridianartist ’s designs on twt
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Pixlriffs: Hitler was a mass-murdering fuckhead, as many important historians have said.
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