#esmp joel

[suzie-bee]

now hear me out

hermes in his cowboy phase

[sourlemonjuice]

Went a little silly and made another drabble Au anyways have some roleswap shenanigans for empires s2

Closeups:

[samzier]

youre like a second home to me

[lilcaesarssuper]

"Someone poisoned the waterhole!"

It was me, I poisoned the waterhole

[errorpedia]

friend in a discord server mentioned that the emperors should get fancy crowns. i decided to not draw scott smajor for once.

[moomoorare]

Their chemistry is so endearing and so funny, I miss them :((... The nostalgia of this prompt is all mine. I MISS THEM

[kai-andrew-art]

he 💙💛

[savviathan]

Various 11ft god dances

[mcyt-but-everywhere]

[ordinaryartistt]

I wish you could stay, for another minute or two

[myartdumpster]

The thing with living toys is that they need belief to keep them alive. They need at least one person to believe they’re real and not just a toy. Everyone knows this. Right?

Well, at least Jimmy does. And as the sheriff of a town of very real humans, yes sir, very real, it is of the utmost importance that he believes. So, he does.

Jimmy believes. Jimmy believes with all his heart. He loves Tumble Town, it’s his home. He would do anything for them. So, if all it takes is at least one person to believe they’re all real then so be it; he’ll believe to hell and back.

All it takes is one person to believe.

Jimmy tends to avoid mirrors, and water streams, and windows, and lakes, and— Jimmy doesn’t look at himself too much is the point. It’s a habit he developed soon after becoming sheriff. He tells others, and himself, it’s because a good sheriff can’t be too concerned with his appearance, he has to focus on his town, his people. He tells others it’s because a good sheriff is humble and not self-absorbed.  Deep down, Jimmy knows that’s not the truth; Jimmy knows why he avoids mirrors.

All it takes is one person to believe.

Issues aside, Jimmy’s proud of Tumble Town. He’s done a good job if he says so himself. Tumble Town is welcoming, warm. It may not be the biggest or the flashiest, or the richest, but it’s home. Its citizens are kind, understanding, and the best people a sheriff could ask for. Safe to say, he is pretty happy with the town he’s built, with the community he has created. The town is happy, they respect him, all the other rulers respect him. It’s great!

…well, all but one. That little god. Joel. Stratos. A splinter on Jimmy’s side. Constantly trying to launch him into the sky. Threatening to blow up The Liability. Building those stupid taunts around his area. Calling him a toy. He is not a toy ok! He is a very real person! Just like the rest of Tumble Town. Real people, led by a real person. He is not a toy. He is real! A real person! A real sheriff!

All it takes is one person to believe.

This time Joel had gone too far. Or maybe he didn’t, that’s what the town folk said, but Jimmy had just had enough. Calling him a toy is one thing. He could take all sorts of berating and taunting. Calling his citizens toys? Calling his town, a play set? that had crossed a line. The town folk, ever so kind, had told him it was ok, that it was only a matter of time until the town received the same treatment as it’s sheriff, that it wasn’t a big deal, but Jimmy wasn’t having it. Tumble Town was real, its citizens were real, the work they had all put in was real. It was real because Jimmy believed it was.

All it takes is one person to believe.

Overreaction or not, he didn’t care; either way he was making his way over to Stratos because he’d be dammed if he let Tumble Town suffer anymore.

“Joel!” Stratos was golden, too golden.

“Why hello there, sheriff, what brings you—"

“Oh please, enough pleasantries! I know it’s you making the stupid builds around Tumble Town!” Stratos was metallic, too metallic.

“What? Are you not happy to have more citizens around?”

“Joel, my citizens are not toys. I need you to stop. Right now.” Stratos was reflective, too reflective.

“Hey, toy citizens fit for a toy sheriff. Jim, listen if you’re still in denial I can recommend a good—” Stratos was too reflective for Jimmy’s liking.

“Stop! Stop! Stop it! Tumble Town is real, ok?” Stratos was too reflective, and that question was not aimed at Joel. “As real as they come,” Neither was that statement. “And I will not have you disrespecting my town or my citizens anymore. I tried to come here and talk things out, get you to stop in a civilized manner, but apparently you can’t be reasoned with. So, let me make this clear.” Fueled by nothing but anger and respect for his town, Jimmy walked forward, towards Joel. Hoping he looked at least somewhat intimidating; trying his hardest not to look at his reflection. “If you dare mess with Tumble Town again, I will not hesitate to take harsher action.” He flicked a flint and steel, as a warning. A final warning. “Good bye Joel.”

Jimmy turned to leave. Walking towards the edge, eyes on the ground to avoid the gold and polished quartz that coated the island.

“You’re a toy Jimmy, do what you want, you’re not a real threat.” Jimmy leapt off the side of Stratos, letting himself fall before opening his elytra. “So long, sheriff!”

Stratos has a waterfall. Stratos is too reflective, and Jimmy almost hit the ground.

All it takes is one person to believe.

Jimmy believes, no, Jimmy knows Stratos is the worst place on these lands. Just visiting makes him woozy. So bright, so golden, so reflective… its ruler doesn’t help it either. A god he says. If anyone is a poser here it’s him. Right? … right?

He’s spiraling again. It’s no big deal. He hates to admit it but Joel gets to him. It also doesn’t help that he caught a glimpse of his reflection and he clearly saw a— “no. No. No. No. Stop it, Jim! This is exactly what he wants! He’s messing with you. He’s a god for crying out loud! A pathetic one, but that doesn’t change the fact that he can probably do god magic... stuff... things. Right?” He looks at his deputy, attentively following his downwards spiral, despite the fact that none of this speech is aimed at him, “right? It was probably an illusion. He can probably do that. It was just an illusion… yeah.” Norman seems to agree, or, rather, he doesn’t seem to disagree. So, Jimmy settles. He settles for believing. He believes, wholeheartedly, that the string and loop that he saw coming out of his back is not there. He believes he is real. He has to believe he is real.

All it takes to keep the magic of Tumble Town alive is for one person to believe, and if that person, real person, has to be Jimmy, then hell be dammed; he’ll believe to Stratos and back.

[suzie-bee]

a little thing i made based on this here post by @redstonedust about jimmy involuntarily and slowly turning into a toy because a god so willed it. quite a fun concept :)

[sourlemonjuice]

Forgot to post this here but DAMN 39 HOURS FOR THIS SHIT anyways this is a redraw of my other ref sheet have fun

[0mossymeep0]

TW: death and decay

The Mezalean King is dead.

[randbitb]

its joel day today on my blog i guess good lord, take this scribbley painting of my beloved wife god joel

[pixthefuckup]

i just imagined lizzie, like full-on cat lizzie, singing stacy's mom but obviously the "stacy's mom" was replaced with "hermes' dad" and i hate and praise myself for it