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lunarsands · 1 year
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ALSMP Fanfic: Wherever These Flowers May Grow Ch 4
Characters: goddess!PearlescentMoon, actual!angel!Sausage, starborne!Scott; reintroducing: floran!Scott and introducing: floran!Sausage, with special guest Empires SMP S2 Joel and a cameo by Origins SMP CaptainSparklez
Relationships: MythicalSausage/Scott Smajor
Tags: Canon Divergent, scosage, fluff
Warnings: Character Death (temporary as usual with this series), a tiny bit of angst
(Sequel to Echoing Through To You, When The Skies Cry, Until The Blood Moon Descends, and Then We’ll Rewrite the Stars)
(Also available on Ao3!)
Summary: Pearl sends Sausage and Scott on a mission to help out on another mortal world different from their old one. Scott finds himself returned to an old set of powers; Sausage gets new ones which, as it turns out, he has some trouble controlling. It’s not exactly a honeymoon trip, but they do meet a nice new godling while there.
[ Chapter One ] [ Chapter Two ] [ Chapter Three ]
[ A/N: Bonus artwork by Cynthrey linked at the end! ]
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Chapter Four
Traveling east led them to finally seeing signs of civilization. They arrived at a strait where a stone bridge was in the process of being built. They approached cautiously, unsure how their appearances would be taken, but deciding they should see if the other land mass needed to be repaired as only their floran powers could allow.
The first person to notice them was a human stonemason, who greeted them with a wave and a delighted look. She called to her fellow builders, and out of the group of five another woman came over as the two florans reached the start of the bridge. She smiled warmly while the others hung back to watch. “Hello, spirits of the forests! We haven’t seen any of your kind for many years. It’s good to know you still exist. This is a fortuitous sign! It means we chose the right time to begin the return to our homeland!”
“Hello!” Sausage responded cheerfully. “We’ve been beautifying the place, so hopefully you like it when you get there!”
Scott smiled as well, although he was curious. “We saw some ruins, but it didn’t look like anyone had been around for, well, several decades at least.”
The woman nodded. “Yes. Centuries have gone by since our people fled terrible calamities that wracked the land. We are the descendants of two empires, whose people came together out of the ashes to build anew in a safer region. You may use our Greatbridge here to visit our haven, Gilded Ratio, if you like. We have a nice orchard that you might find rest in, and I’m sure the farmers will appreciate the blessing of your presence.”
“Thank you, I think we will.” Scott nodded to her in appreciation. She returned the gesture with a bow, then stepped aside and held out one arm to extend the offer of crossing the bridge.
The other builders similarly moved aside, an assortment of wonder and joy on their faces. Scott walked ahead, but glanced back, noticing Sausage was hesitating. The former seraph put a hand to the back of his head. “Uh, yeah, thanks! And, um, I apologize if there’s, like, just a little extra grass or moss or flowers that end up growing on here, eh-heheh! It looks great, by the way! Very solid build, those pylons should stand for many more centuries!”
Scott gave him a patient look and held out his hand. Sausage reached to clasp it, leaning over instead of taking a step onto the bridge. Scott tugged him forward. Sausage hopped awkwardly, then realized nothing was growing under him. “Oh. Oh! Right, direct contact with soil! Ah-haha, never mind! But maybe watch for plants starting to creep onto the end, there.” He pointed to the stone connecting to the land, but then nearly stumbled as Scott dragged him along. “Okay, okay! W-We’re going now! Have fun building!”
He moved up beside Scott and hissed quietly, “You don’t have to be pushy! You could have just reminded me I didn’t have to worry about it!”
“Sorry. I was getting a little nervous. They were kind of looking at us like we’re some kind of gods. I’m not used to so much attention. I mean, yeah, people can see starbornes at work, but as just another star. I don’t have to look them in the eye and go ‘hi, yes, I rearranged the sky, now bow down before me’!”
“That’s a good point. But, um, you might have to get used to it a little bit…” Sausage eyed a second construction crew that was working on a lookout tower at the other end, which appeared to be one of a set to either side. The people halted as the two florans walked by, another round of wonderous gazes coming their way.
“Hello,” Scott singsonged casually, waving, “Don’t mind us, just passing by to bestow some blessings, then we’ll be on our way.”
The two passed through a stone passageway that might have been one source of material for the bridge. On the other side was a new sight to astound them. Before them stood a city below a curved road, with farms cascading down hills and small homes clustered around larger, central buildings. The true focal point, however, was a giant statue of a woman holding a sword, one feathered wing extended to her right and a stylized circular wing on the left. Gleaming with golden accents, it resembled a shining sun, with rays at intervals to add to the effect.
Sausage gazed at the statue with enamored eyes and murmured, “Reminds me of Pearl… It doesn’t look like a temple from here, though…”
“Let’s get closer. We can always ask the locals. Maybe they’re into angel symbolism. Just the place for you.” Scott smiled teasingly. Sausage stuck his tongue out in response, then composed himself when two citizens came up to welcome them with the same excitement as the woman on the bridge.
It quickly became apparent she had sent word for them to find the florans through some type of long-distance signaling system. They were among the numerous agriculture experts in town. They offered to give the florans a tour. The first thing the pair asked when they reached street level was about the statue.
“That is Our Lady of Harvests, the Goddess Peril,” explained the taller of the citizens, “She watches over our city as well as the catacombs, where all of our people have been laid to rest since it was founded. They even say one of the great emperors of the past is entombed within, but the exact location of that crypt is hidden.”
“Peril,” Sausage mumbled, then repeated it with an accent as, “Perl.” He nudged Scott with his elbow. Scott merely smiled.
The other farmer piped up, “You’re probably not here for a history lesson, though. If you would be so kind, we do have one crop field that isn’t yielding. After that, you can visit the orchard.”
The crops in question were several hundred scraggly stalks of what was supposed to be corn. Scott walked along the first row getting a feel for the location’s energy while Sausage waited on the cobblestone path. After touching one stalk and turning it a healthier shade of green, Scott said, “After this harvest you should let this field lay fallow for a season, then rotate to a different crop. The soil tired out early.”
He then nodded to Sausage, who grinned and stepped between the second and third rows. He held his hands out to either side and took off running, fingers grazing sagging leaves. A wave of refreshed green took hold of the corn stalks shortly after he passed. When he reached the end, he turned and ran through the fourth and fifth rows.
Scott ambled down the first row, changing all of the stalks there, then went around the border of the field to mark where Sausage could stop. Several other people wandered over to see what was happening, including a few children. When he returned to the starting point, Scott smiled gently at them; the children had probably heard many fairy tales about the ‘spirits of the forest’ and might not have the same level of understanding as the adults of how the magic was working. He grew a handful of small sunflowers out of his palm, then passed them out to the children one by one. Faces lit up with wonder again. A few of the adults moved closer to see if he had any leftover to give to them.
“So, you were sent by Our Lady Peril,” someone said reverently. “Thank you for these gifts.”
“You’re… welcome,” Scott said with a measure of caution. With all the reminders of PearlescentMoon, he chose to go with sunflowers as an experiment. He had his answer. “Well, you enjoy. We have more to see before we continue our travels.”
He collected Sausage as he was on his way back from the final rows of corn. A bit winded but cheerful, the former seraph beamed at him. “That was fun, too! Is there anywhere else they need us to work on, or are we wandering around some more?”
“We’re going to see that orchard they were talking about, then figure out what we’ll do for the night.”
“I wouldn’t mind sleeping in a real bed again, come to think of it…”
“Shh,” Scott hushed him. He lowered his own voice. “They think we were sent by their god. Remember what our Pearl said. Let’s not mention anything that might reveal we’re something else.”
Sausage coughed. He loudly proclaimed, “A real bed of moss, you know! Not as much mossy moss around these parts like where we usually dwell!”
“Ah— Okay,” Scott murmured helplessly.
Attention kept being drawn their way as they walked. Both responded with polite greetings while making observations of their own. There were pens full of different animals, people transporting goods, and tradecraft shops of all kinds.
Sausage swiveled his head as he took it all in, commenting, “This city seems pretty nice. The red sheep are a little weird, but other than that, it’s a thriving society! Big contrast to the whole other continent I think we were on.”
“I’m starting to wonder if maybe we’ve traveled too far. If this does happen to be a completely different continent, and the worst problem they have is not rotating crops, we might have been meant to go west from the mountains instead.”
“There was the giant lily, though.”
“Hmm, true. West from there, then, or further south, or even back to the north. We could go back over the bridge…”
“We could also maybe ask Pearl for a sign. I mean, if this place isn’t a sign. That statue was really obvious.”
“Yeah, but why would we need to be here?”
“Inspire the people to make more flower gardens? I don’t know!”
Scott held out an arm to stop Sausage as a line of rather unusual trees came into view. They approached with curiosity again, both of them picking up on the modified energy of the trees. A worker carrying a basket of faintly glowing fruit in multiple colors waved at them. “Welcome to the Froglight Orchard!”
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Despite numerous invitations to spend the night in available buildings, Scott and Sausage opted to climb one of the acacia trees near the city’s outskirts. They figured no one would want to wake up with the front door blocked by overenthusiastic grass and flowers.
They intended to set off at dawn, but a shepherd herding a flock of sheep out to the plains to feed was waiting for them. They figured he was only trying to be polite.
“Spirits of the forests, we thank you for your visit. If you need anything for your journeys, please ask. We will offer what we can.” He bowed.
“That won’t be necessary,” Scott said, a hand out to try to indicate he meant the bowing and the offer. “We have all we need right from the land.”
“Actually,” Sausage interjected, “Do you, by any chances, have any honey bottles to spare? And maybe a pack to carry them. Oh, and if you could also do us one favor and spread the word of the storm god, Joel, who I’m sure will help with any droughts if you say a sincere prayer to him. Rain goes along with healthy crops, after all!”
~*~
Scott raised an eyebrow as Sausage finished drinking his third honey bottle in an hour. They were half a day’s travel from Gilded Ratio, and Scott himself hadn’t been hungry, feeling plenty sustained by photosynthesis.
Sausage was apparently another story. He stowed the empty bottle in the satchel the shepherd had given them, then met Scott’s gaze. “What? I’m hungry! I think all this excess power leakage is draining me!” He then giggled, realizing his incidental pun.
“I hope that doesn’t mean we’re on a time limit,” Scott said thoughtfully. “You didn’t even do anything as strenuous as those redstone chasms.”
“It might maybe possibly be from trying extremely hard to not overwhelm that entire city with abundant crops.”
Scott sighed. “We are officially staying away from all villages and cities and whatever other settlements people might be in.”
“You know, if they’re settled, that means we don’t need to fix anything, anyway.”
“True. We’ll keep going this way for now and see what we find. We can always loop back around.”
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For another few weeks the two florans traveled around, finding mostly areas where plant life was beginning to take hold with not so much in the way of calamitous destruction. They helped things along and grew extra flowers before moving on. They continued to be oblivious to the one god who was spying on them – and who was growing more resentful by the day; meanwhile, Joel occasionally zipped down to light-heartedly pester them. His mood had become very cheery, and one time he let slip that the mortals had finally taken notice of him. A small shrine had been created in a major city this side of the planet, and he was feeling more powerful for it.
Sausage made the suggestion that Joel should seek out a mortal and give them an inspirational vision of a temple he would like to see built. Joel said he would take it into consideration before he left them again.
Adelfa was waiting for him above, arms folded and a scowl firmly in place. “Proud of yourself, are you?”
“I don’t see why not,” Joel boasted. “The mortals are seeing the value of a separate weather god. Maybe you should try chilling out and stop snooping into what those two are doing. You have to admit, they have a certain artistry to the way they’re rebuilding things. Sausage is still kind of an overachiever but that’s not a bad—”
“You even bothered to learn their names?! Don’t go getting so attached!”
Joel sighed in exasperation. “I’m not getting attached, I’m making allies. Comrades. I have a common goal with them. I can do my job better if they make the land more accessible for rain, and make room for flooded rivers so the banks don’t get washed out all the time. Why isn’t this making you happy? Wasn’t the point to get all the land to flourish again where it was refusing to heal? You clearly couldn’t fix it by yourself.”
“We couldn’t fix it, Joel! We!”
“No, just you. That was never within my ability. I only control the skies, remember?”
Adelfa narrowed their eyes. “Then stop concerning yourself with a couple of land-bound fleas!”
“I just explained myself to you. How about you stop being jealous of them and go do your job? Create some new animals or something. Seriously. Get a hobby, Adelfa. This isn’t the least bit productive. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some mortals to inspire. When was the last time someone built you a temple, by the way? At this rate, those two will get a shrine before that ever happens again!” He cackled, then went on his way as usual.
Adelfa glared after him, then glanced down toward the ground. The two florans were also departing for the next location where they might outshine the irritated god.
~*~
Although they couldn’t be too sure of which continent they had ended up on after a bit of boat travel, Scott and Sausage eventually found a site with some more traces of corrupted soil. There were a few struggling stands of bamboo, and a jungle that looked like it had been ravaged at one point, with almost a dozen large tendrils of bright red corruption wrapped around the tree trunks. They weren’t sure what it meant, and Scott didn’t receive a vision right away this time, so they proceeded with a little caution.
Scott called upon a score of regular vines to wrap around one of the tendrils to begin pulling it off a tree while Sausage made an attempt to climb a different one, waiting to see if he could at least convert it to the blue-green alternative. He had to give up when he nearly slipped; he could swear the stuff had shifted under his foot. He picked his way back to the ground, then imitated Scott’s motions to have vines wrangle the tendril for him.
Once all of them had been pulled to the ground, Sausage tried again to convert them. Scott went to work on the bamboo in the meantime, bolstering the thin clusters and spreading more of it all around until it resembled more of a bamboo forest than just a jungle. He widened his radius, giving Sausage plenty of time – as well as checking for any hidden pockets of corrupted soil. However, the further out he went, the more certain he became that it was only that one spot.
Scott returned just as sunset approached, needing to weave between thicker stands of bamboo because, of course, those had been affected by Sausage, too. When he located his partner, he saw no hint of even the blue-green stuff. He tilted his head in curiosity. “What in the world did you do?”
Sausage sat on a raised tree root, looking pleased with himself. “It wasn’t really cooperating, so I made bamboo grow under the whole thing, and they stabbed up into it, breaking it apart, then I crushed all the bits with roots and vines, and then buried everything underground!” To illustrate, he waved a hand at the root he had been sitting on, sending it back into the soil, which quickly grew over with grass and left no trace. “I’m thinking if we camp out right here for the night, those bits will convert while we sleep!”
“That was a creative way to deal with it,” Scott admitted. “So, do we make a tent out of this insane amount of bamboo you’ve now sprouted, or grow even more until it encloses us?”
“I don’t know – do you think you’ll go sleepwalking again, since there is corruption here, too? There’s actually a little rock outcropping over this way, and that could be two walls we don’t have to worry about constructing. We could even sleep right out under the stars this time, without branches and stuff in the way.” With a smile, Sausage clasped Scott’s hand and guided the way through the bamboo to a little sandy area with a protruding rock face. More of the jungle continued around it, so there was still plenty of cover they could call upon.
“Sure,” Scott agreed. He got to work making moss pillows. “I mean, we’re still going to fall asleep before we see too many of them, but it’s a nice thought.”
It took a bit of doing to get bamboo to start poking through the hard soil despite the sand overtop of it, but Sausage managed to get a small wall up in time before they laid down side by side for the night. He gently took Scott’s hand, entwining his fingers as sleep descended on them. Scott smiled over at him in turn, preferring to gaze at his partner and the peaceful look that lingered on his face rather than concerning himself with the stars.
~*~
No visions or dreams came to him that night, and yet Scott was slow to wake at the break of dawn. What did rouse him was a sort of scrabbling sound, then Sausage’s voice with a note of panic in it. “Scott? Hey, um… something’s wrong. I still look like a floran but this isn’t responding to what I want it to do…”
Scott sat up. He immediately regretted the move as dizziness swept through his head. Sausage had a hand against the bamboo wall. “Hmm. Maybe our powers are starting to wear off, and it’s a sign we’re done and can go home? Kind of wish it happened before we went to sleep. My starborne powers aren’t strong enough during the day to launch out of the atmosphere. Guess that means we’ll wander around until nightfall again.”
“Pearl said she would come get us, right? But it would also be nice if she showed up soon. I could do without the headache…”
“You too, huh?” Scott gave up on standing and sat on his knees instead, one hand braced on the sand. He tried sending out a request through the ground toward the bamboo wall in hopes of lowering it, but he wasn’t able to even sense the stalks properly.
Sausage turned and took a lurching step toward him. “Um… S-Scott? Why do I suddenly feel… so...” He toppled forward, landing on his knees then dropping flat. He let out a whimper and worked to reach one arm toward Scott. His hand fell short, leaving him to gaze at the other floran helplessly.
Scott’s mind raced to make sense of what might be happening as his strength flagged, as well. Then it hit him. “The… The sunlight,” he said, trying to look upward. “Something is wrong with… the sun…” The main source of their power, and vitality too, it seemed. He realized that there was too much of a yellow cast to everything.
He decided not to waste any more time on explanations and instead reached to grasp Sausage’s hand as he, too, fell over. He tried to get a hold on the rest of his partner’s arm to pull both of them closer together if only to hug him and reassure him, but the remainder of his strength failed.
Sausage locked eyes with him and made one last attempt to speak. “I… I lo…” The last word died on his lips as his eyes closed.
“I – I know…” Scott managed to reply, keeping a tight grip on Sausage’s hand before he succumbed to the drain from the altered sunlight.
A golden glow flared into existence in the form of bands around the ring finger of each’s left hand, followed by gold tendrils curling out of the ground between them, winding around their wrists and briefly connecting before disappearing into a spray of glittering motes. Beneath their bodies a layer of grass began to sprout where the sand had previously prevented anything from growing before.
High above, the strange yellow tint also faded out. Adelfa withdrew their splayed hands to their sides and grinned with satisfaction. They then sighed in annoyance when they heard a crackle of thunder.
“Adelfa!!” Joel yelled, fast approaching on a dark storm cloud, “Did you think I wouldn’t notice that?! What have you done?!”
“You’re a little late to be worrying about it now. You’ll have to learn to be faster if you want to prevent other gods from undermining your domain.”
“Or you could stop being insufferable.” Joel scanned the surface below, trying to figure out what the vitriolic nature god had been up to. Then he spotted the two florans where they seemed to have suspiciously been cornered between a rock and a bamboo barrier. “What the heck? They never sleep during the day…”
A smirk crawled onto Adelfa’s face. They waited for him to put the pieces together.
Joel then realized there was no wild plant growth going on around Sausage. “Wait… You did something to them, didn’t you?” He turned an accusatory glare on the other god.
“Well, the job they were supposed to do is pretty much done. I have no more use for them. So, there was only the matter of them to clean up.”
“Y-You didn’t have to murder them!”
“Murder is such a strong word, godling. Why don’t you get back to your storms again and mind your own business? Plants and plant-like creatures aren’t of your concern anymore, remember?”
“But this was wrong! They were helping, and they were harmless!”
“They were about to start getting in my way. Mortals are just toys, Joel. You’ll figure that out eventually.” Adelfa snapped their fingers and disappeared.
Joel stood agape, then angled his cloud to rush downward. He placed it directly over the florans then jumped to the ground beside them. He flicked his fingers at the cloud, producing a light, misty rain. “Hey— Hey, fellas? How does a nice refreshing rainfall sound? A little something to perk up the old, under-watered flowers, yeah?”
He could already see it was pointless from the way the flowers in their hair had begun to wilt. He stopped the rain and sat down with his back against the rock wall, wondering if there was anything he could have done, if he had been faster. He wasn’t sure what Adelfa had done to the sunlight, only that the change in the atmospheric filter had prickled at his senses. He should have summoned clouds to the spot without trying to reach it first. He was able to do that – surely it wasn’t necessary for him to be in a specific location to make the weather behave in a specific way…
He continued to sit and watch over the two until the largest blossoms in their hair faded; the beautiful silvery-white one in Sausage’s, the mystical dark blue one speckled with gold in Scott’s. Joel sighed and moved to get up. He couldn’t just leave them here like this. Perhaps he could bring them to the city that had the shrine to him, and the people there would allow the florans to be laid to rest in their monument to the dead…
He stopped when he felt a pulse of energy pass through the ground into his hand – or was it out of his hand? Either way, he dropped back into a seated position as dozens of the white and blue flowers sprang up around the two florans’ bodies.
Then the bamboo wall collapsed and a figure even taller than Joel stepped into view, her hands suffused with a golden light as she reached toward the pair. He didn’t recognize her at first, but realized there was a resemblance to the farming goddess who he had briefly met when Adelfa none-too-politely introduced the rest of the pantheon to him. “Peril? Is that you? What are you going to do with them?”
She didn’t answer. She picked up the florans, cradling one in each arm, then turned. Joel hopped up to try to follow, hoping to find out something, but then he saw the glimmering Aether portal around the corner. He came to a halt, knowing for certain it was not his place to follow her through.
It remained open for a few minutes. He could see through to the other side, where the goddess stood in a large wooden gazebo. She had worry on her face as she gazed downward. He saw a shimmer pass over the bodies of the two florans, then he saw Sausage grow wings that draped over the mystery goddess’ arm as she continued to hold the two, his clothes turning into pristine white robes and bits of gold-trimmed armor. Next, he saw Scott turn into a glowing purple figure before dimming to a normal humanoid appearance with the same clothes but with star motifs instead of foliage and in hues of blue, black, and violet, a trail of bright motes encircling his head instead of flowers. The goddess placed them on their feet, then she shrank down closer to their heights and threw her arms around both of them in a hug.
The portal closed with the sound of breaking glowstone. Joel stood frozen for a moment, then turned to regard the patch of unique flowers. He then looked at the rock wall with its protruding features and gave some thought to creating something with his own hands.
This wouldn’t require the skills of an architect, but maybe someone with an eye and appreciation for artistry.
~*~
Pearl stepped back after releasing Sausage and Scott, relief beaming from her face. “Boys, I am so sorry. That was not how that job was supposed to end. I was having all sorts of problems getting the local pantheon to cooperate. They’ve got some serious infighting going on over there. Personally, I don’t think it’s going to end well for them later.”
Sausage was happily patting at the feathers of his lower wings, having pulled one around beside his hip. “Don’t apologize, Pearl! We’re used to dying within arm’s length of each other, it’s like a weird pastime or something. But maybe let’s not do it again anytime soon.”
“I’d like to retire from it altogether,” Scott put in. He similarly checked himself over, smiling fondly at the twinkling of his own skin. He sighed with relief. “Back to normal, thank goodness.” He then turned and hugged Sausage tightly.
The seraph patted his back and returned the hug, then moved away to get enough space to stretch out his wings, luxuriating in the feeling before folding them all in. “At least that one was more like fainting instead of being stabbed, or shot by an arrow…” He ticked off the list on his fingers one by one and continued, “…Or an explosion, or—”
“Yes, thanks,” Scott interrupted, “I don’t want to relive those, either.”
Pearl lightly ruffled Sausage’s hair. “It’s good you can keep your sense of humor, my dear angel. I’ll let you get back to building now. You deserve to do some casual work for a bit. I’ll try not to send you on any other big missions for a while, either.” She then turned to Scott with an apologetic look. “As for you, on the other hand…”
She gestured to the opening of the gazebo opposite her wicker throne, where a crimson-hued starborne with black hair and red-rimmed sunglasses stood awkwardly staring in at them. “Sorry to intrude,” he said. “It’s nice to meet you, at last.” He cleared his throat and strode across the floor to grasp Scott’s hand with a sincere grip. “Scott, was it? I’m Prince Sparklez. I confess, I need a little help straightening up a few issues – well, a few dozen, maybe? To be honest, all the things they tell you at the academy and my royal training didn’t really prepare me for being out in the field with no mentor. It was harder than it looked!”
Scott offered a patient smile and patted the other starborne’s shoulder. “I was kind of thrown into the job, too. I’ll help you fix whatever you need help with, Your Highness.”
“Oh, um, please just call me Sparklez. I’m a regular old starborne like everyone else! Well, not everyone here, obviously, since we’re in the presence of gods and angels, and. Well. Nothing particularly special about me, no sir-ree…”
“Okay. If you say so.” Scott then turned back to Sausage and hugged him again. “I’ll see you at home later. I’ll try to get back before sunrise here, and we can finally gaze at the stars together. Love you!” He gave a little wave then started out of the gazebo while Sparklez jogged ahead, although the violet starborne glanced over his shoulder once with a tender smile.
“I know!” Sausage called after him in return. He watched the two starbornes launch upward in twin streams of red and purple, his expression soft. Then he cast a thoughtful look at the reflecting pool. “Pearl, is there any way to check in on that other world? I kind of want to let Joel know we’re okay. He might wonder where we’ve gone off to.”
“Joel...?” she asked curiously, yet with a weird undertone that Sausage didn’t pick up on.
“The storm god. Oh, you might not have had to deal with him like the rest of the pantheon. He was pretty new to whole godly responsibilities thing. He seemed nice! He helped us out a few times. I think he liked seeing our progress.”
Pearl clasped her chin with one hand, considering the matter. Then she smiled. “Actually, no, we can’t – I tried to keep track of you, but the pool wouldn’t always attune for some reason. But I have the feeling he knows you’re all right now.”
~*~
Joel stood silently with a candle in one hand, looking over his work for the final time. With hammer, chisel, and some precise erosion techniques, the rock face had been turned into a relief-style statue of two figures facing each other, foreheads leaning together and perhaps implying they were planning to kiss. The one on the right had a hand up as if cradling the side of their partner’s neck, while the one on the left had their hand against the small of the other’s back in an embrace.
The tails of the righthand figure’s overcoat appeared to be swirling in the wind, encompassing the upper legs of both. They appeared to be standing on two different tree roots. In their hair were the same angelflowers and starflowers that stood in the nearby patch which Joel had surrounded with a low border of tumbled river rocks. He had set up a small shrine space in front, and that was where he now set the candle. He lit it with a spark from his finger.
He emitted a gusty sigh, causing the flowers to sway and the candle flame to dip for a second. “Well, wherever you are now, I hope you like this. I think I did all right. I’ll drop some hints and maybe other people will come visit, too. You did a nice job around this spot, so I think someone will find it to be a peaceful sanctuary someday.”
~*~
They say that if you find the flowers seen nowhere else in the world that grow near a memorial to two lovers, you should pick one of each and exchange them with someone you care for, as a sign of your own eternal dedication to your heart’s love.
 ~End~
[Bonus Artwork by @cynthrey!]
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cynthrey · 2 years
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Something for my friend @lunarsands .
Floran!Scott’s design inspired by xer fanfic (i’d highly recomend you read the whole series 😉 if you like scosage and angst)
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alsmp-headcanons · 2 years
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YOU MENTIONED LORE HEADCANONS AND I CAME RUNNING!
shadow!shelby usually pretty cold so they warm theirself up by hanging around smoke or steam
withers have black blood that gives the wither effect to those who touch it so it's almost like the universe gave scott the middle finger when he killed bathwater boy
if there's one thing endermen are known for, it's picking up + placing random blocks so imagine enderian!oli affectionately placing grass blocks around callum's base
florans can communicate with bees through motions and some sounds so when she wasn't at her shop, lizzie was talking to her bees because it can get lonely in the end
it is possible to walk through shadow!shelby, but it feels like sometimes dumped a bucket of ice down the back of your shirt
HSHXHSJDHSH THE OLI ONE IS SO CUTE OMFG,,, Callum wakes up and there’s just random blocks everywhere
Also Lizzie talking to her bees,,
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felicityphoenix5 · 2 years
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*hands you some Alsmp peoples as Flight Rising dragons*
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Dullahan Callum (with a bit of Phantom mixed in)
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Angel Sausage
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End Floran Lizzie
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Mothling Scott (V.3)
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Vampire Scott
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badnewlifesmpideas · 10 months
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Based on what dough/bread/wheat/🌾anon said in a previous ask
Imagine pearl getting a floran/plant related origin (watch her grow sunflowers /j , unless-)
Or scott getting chillager/ice related origin (rivendell flashbacks)
Or Sausage getting something related with blood
Or Shelby getting a mushroom origin (yes all of these reference empires s1 and it may be one of my favorite smps-)
-✨️anon (if this sends late I blame it on the wifi)
This needs to be canon! Either in this season or the next, I would be imploding if it did happen. And just imagine if everything were to start going down the same path...but then diverge. It could be like a whole entire alternate universe thing, but they got to similar so one of the original people from empires season 1 actually appeared? Say maybe... Joey! Or Xornoth himself. The chaos would be unhinged.
-Vicktor
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fantasticalbiology · 2 years
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Afterlife Chronicler: Sunday status report 2
fWhip- Papa fWhip has died however given his last word he might not be leaving smurf village anytime soon
Joey Graceffa- Prince Inchie has passed, Its unknown what he will be next
Lauren- After killing the definitely human Ldshadowlady she was allowed to join the ranks of the villainous count Smajor in his evil organization
Ldshadowlady- Was definitely a human with a fascination for slime, but her time was cut short by Lauren
CPK- Joy to all as Count smajor “saved” CPK from the nether roof but died of starvation. He is however an evil intern for the count
Shubble- Now lives on as a birb and has rekindled a friendship with prince Inchie, you loved to see it
Smajor- Let it be known that the depravity of the count knows no bound as he trapped a fairy in a jar I repeat a fairy in a jar. Other than that he has started work on an evil zoo
Smallishbeans- It is sad to say that Smallishbeans is no longer the owner of Solidarity the cat as an unknown explosion destroyed the poor soul in other news he also failed to save the definitely human Ldshadowlady
Solidarity- his nine lives have been forited as the cat is now in a bag, however according to source which may or may not be alsmp- headcanons the next life he will live is that of a mighty dragon
The Mythical Sausage- Wither Sausage has died, but from his bone rises Gravital Sausage ready to be a hero
The Orion Sound- The enigmatic figure has appeared, through his boys is responsible for the death of prince inchie. We now know what the Orion Sounds intentions were with the endermen he got from floran LDshadowlady it was to rehabilitate them. We will know more about the Orion Sound orb based shenanigans on Wednesday 
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wolfclaire · 1 year
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With Vampire Scott and the rest of the league being considered murderers…how many people on the Afterlife server has died to them? Or in general?
Hi, thank you for your ask! So, at this point in time (Chapter 19) there have been several deaths. Some had been caused by the League of Villains, but the rest had been either their own doing/mistake or somebody else had a play in them. I think it would be easier to list out everyone who is still alive/I have a plan for them in the story.
Every Gem is alive (Zombie Gem is technically undead, not dead). Angel, Owl, Gravital, Giant and Wither Sausage are alive. Vampire, Angel, Kangaroo, Meramn, Moth, Red Panda Scott are alive. Villager, Human, Wyvern, Smurf, Kangaroo, Phantom fWhip are alive. Cat, Truffle, Shadow Crawler, Phantom, Shulk, Wyverian Shubble are alive. Floran, Wolf, Fairy, Mermaid, Bunny Katherine are alive. Grimm Reaper, Shadow Crawler, Shulk, Wyverian, Inchling Fairy, Red Panda are alive. Enderman, Axolotl Ollie are alive. Floran, Enigma, Kangaroo, Raccoon, Villager Lizzie are alive. Netherborn, Giant, Wyverian, Thor Joel are alive. Vex, Avian Lauren are alive. Giant, Dullahan, Gravital Seapeekay are alive.
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witherrosealliance · 2 years
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everyone’s origins on afterlife :]! i’ll update this if need be, but it seems like those who haven’t gone through all their lives aren’t making another afterlife video, so yknow
callum = giant | elytrian | phantom | dullahan | gravital | giant
fwhip = illusioner | inchling | wyverian | villager | cookieborn | human | kangaroo | floran | truffle | phantom |
gem = villager | half-robot | mothling | arachnid | fox | forestborn | zombie | illusioner | thornling | half-dragon |
jimmy = thornling | feline | half-dragon | wolf | birb | candy | red panda | inchling | cookieborn | lepus |
joel = blazeborn | giant | iceling | wyverian | thunderborn | lepus | fairyborn | forestborn | gravital | half-robot |
joey = shulk | inchling | sculkborn | red panda | atling | chameleon | wyverian | dullahan | fairyborn | shadow crawler |
katherine = floran | fairyborn | wolf | chameleon | merling | human | atling | snow golem | lepus | inchling |
lauren = avian | enderian | vex | candy |
lizzie = raccoon | floran | goolien | kangaroo | birb | enigma | zombie | crawler | phantom | villager |
meghan = truffle | piglin
mika = candy
oli = enderian | atling | forestborn | thornling | zombie | iceling | vampire | fairyborn |
sausage = elytrian | half-wither | gravital | crawler | thunderborn | birb | goolien | giant | inchling | angel |
scott = mothling | vampire | angel | merling | kangaroo | red panda | snow golem | thornling | birb | fox |
shelby = shadow crawler | birb | feline | opossum | wyverian | truffle | wolf | birb | phantom | shulk |
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gemandthescotts · 2 years
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Afterlife afterlife AU
Before we get into the interesting parts of the AU I want to explain how souls work in this AU because it makes it make sense. First off, in this au everyone when they die go to an afterlife, simple right? No, because, how does that even work? What about their souls? They can't just have ten souls that go into the afterlife. Rather each origin is given 1 tenth of the person's soul this tenth goes to the afterlife when they die, and this tenth controls the origin. So if say wither sausage who eats souls were to kill them they would be able to respawn despite their soul being eaten. (This is also why he didn't kill anyone for food, a tenth of soul doesn't fill him up) Now anyway to the AU itself:
One might think the afterlife smp's afterlife is a peaceful place, well that's wrong! The place is strange, far stranger than it seems. First off, the colors of blocks are completely wrong, like stone is bright green and grass is purple.
Another thing is that people can't go too far from spawn without feeling a strange pain in their chest, so people don't leave the area much. The first people who did were Raccoon Lizzie and Floran Lizzie, both wanting to go to the end, but realized the portal didn't work. When others left spawn to find their houses they found that they were dismembered and destroyed. The Other part that was strange was that every time someone died the area that they could go in without feeling pain grew and every build that person created would appear as well.
The strangest part though was the "Instincts"....They'd make people to do thing they couldn't do when they were alive. They'd appear to Raccoon Lizzie by making her stay in bed all day sleeping, and whenever she got up they'd scream at her. They'd effect everything even creatures. For example creatures with leather that spawned near Scott would look absolutely pathetic, frail and they'd be crying, or with the florans, bees would just attack them unprevoked and even then honey didn't taste good at all. They didn't need to eat but it still hurt when they didn't. For the giants they'd be tempted to swim, REALLY tempted, they couldn't drown sure but it still felt terrible when water filled their lungs. Endarian Oil also swears that pumpkins will just talk to him telling him to bake them into pies and carved pumpkins will ask him to put them on, he even started a cult group for the pumpkin overlords who have shown him the light, and tells everyone to just listen to the new instincts.
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1-800-crystalball · 2 years
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(The Empire Factfiles 12/12)
(Art by @dustiiok​)
Name:  Mythland
Current ruler:  Count Sausage
Population: 197,000
Motto: Strive for Creation, Fall with Dignity (Mangrovian)
National colour: Brown
National animal: Blood sheep
National plant: Wheat
Currency:  Floran
Native language: Mangrovian
Nationality: Mythic
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acerace · 2 years
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was worldbuilding for feau so have some rough preliminary thoughts copied directly from discord on how the origins mod works ^_^ 
when you join an origins world for the first time, the magic rushes toward you, an overwhelming crushing wave knocking you off your feet. inside your head, everything is black. dark. you start to see pinpricks of light, glimmering all around you. some are soft pastels, others neon and blinding. you mentally crawl towards the light, whatever seems most attractive to you, or just whatever's closest. sometimes the lights flicker and dance around you, moving closer and further out of reach in unpredictable patterns. sometimes the lights fly toward you, eager to be chosen. each light is an origin, each feels different, calls or repulses you. for phil, a creature of the air who misses his wings, the ice-blue light calls to him, singing a song of wind and sky, of fluttering feathers and a weightless feeling, seeing the entire world spread out below you. he struggles toward the blue light, reaches out and touches it. wakes up in the real world an elytrian. it's similar for ranboo, for charlie, for fundy- the familiar beckons. some people simply choose what feels best- niki thinks it'll be fun to live underwater.
 it's the same process on afterlife- it's the same magic, after all. you join, the magic floods into you, everything goes black and the lights appear- more of them, on afterlife- but whereas on osmp the magic is calmer, you have enough physical and mental control, enough willpower, to move toward the lights you like and away from the ones you don't, you're overwhelmed on afterlife. it's chaos, a barrage of light, each light fighting to claim you. for some, the lights seek the familiar- katherine is the beloved of the undergrove, the fairy queen, and now the green-pink light of the floran origin pours into her, blossoming like a flower in the sunlight. this is not the case for lizzie, for scott, for shubble- it's random, it's entropy, it's waking up to find your entire body's changed. for others like fwhip and sausage, it's a reversal. the redstone stained emperor with his tnt and his mistakes, yet who cared so deeply for his villagers they followed him anyway. for fwhip it's waking up an illager, feeling magic pulse in his fingertips and thinking only of his lost people. and for sausage, to go from blood magic and deals with demons, to being an angel- it's ironic. it's a rebirth.
for tommy and for wilbur it's different. tommy wants to be like phil so bad- he wants wings, wants his approval, but it's dark and confusing and it's almost- almost like limbo all over again- and the lights flicker and dance and he grabs the white-red light with two hands. he wakes up avian, too young to fly. for wilbur- he wants to be a family. stands in the dark and imagines his coat flapping behind him like wings. doesn't reach for anything, lets the lights decide. they sway out of reach, come almost close enough then jump back out of reach. (they're confused, not that he knows it. his energy is different, out of sync. ghostly). it's a purple-green light that swoops toward him, a taste of the night sky in wilbur's mouth, and he wakes up dead. not really- he's a phantom, but it's close enough. he'll never fly like phil, but at least he's not a fucking chicken.
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lunarsands · 1 year
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ALSMP Fanfic: Wherever These Flowers May Grow Ch 3
Characters: goddess!PearlescentMoon, actual!angel!Sausage, starborne!Scott; reintroducing: floran!Scott and introducing: floran!Sausage, with special guest Empires SMP S2 Joel and a cameo by Origins SMP CaptainSparklez
Relationships: MythicalSausage/Scott Smajor
Tags: Canon Divergent, scosage, fluff
Warnings: Character Death (temporary as usual with this series), a tiny bit of angst
(Sequel to Echoing Through To You, When The Skies Cry, Until The Blood Moon Descends, and Then We’ll Rewrite the Stars)
(Also available on Ao3!)
Summary: Pearl sends Sausage and Scott on a mission to help out on another mortal world different from their old one. Scott finds himself returned to an old set of powers; Sausage gets new ones which, as it turns out, he has some trouble controlling. It’s not exactly a honeymoon trip, but they do meet a nice new godling while there.
[ Chapter One ] [ Chapter Two ]
Chapter Three
 As with his effect on everything else, Sausage could get six trees to grow at once. In no time at all they had a small forest on the rise, filling the one valley and taking purchase in available soil along the higher elevations before spilling over into the next valley. It was there that they found a cave that had partially collapsed. Old runes were carved into the walls but since they were unable to read any of it, they left everything alone. Scott decided that sleeping up in one of the new trees would be better than using the cave – lest they wake up with the entrance blocked off by the taiga ferns that had sprung up with the trees. They went with a nest of branches since there weren’t any vines available for a hammock this time.
They were a little slow to wake up the next morning due to the cold but got to work after a bit of lounging in the sun. Sausage converted more of the corrupted soil then moved on to increasing the grass on the basalt patches while Scott went around calling up flowers and some sweet berry bushes to coax animals back to the area. He also grew some trees close to the central corruption area in preparation for that night.
When it came around to sunset, they stood outside the temporary tent formed out of roots and surveyed their work. Sausage was pleased. “It looks like a completely different place already! I think we can get this last part taken care of tomorrow and then find someplace new. Um, someplace warmer would be great, too. I’m not getting Heaven’s Reach vibes here, anyway.”
Scott chuckled. “Yeah, I have to agree with that. At least Joel hasn’t been by to dump snow on us.”
“Oh, don’t let him hear you say that! He might think it would be helpful, or something.”
They soon cozied up under a moss blanket after sealing the fourth side of the ad hoc tent to keep out a little more of the cold, snuggled close for extra warmth. Yet, partway through the night, Scott was jarred awake by a shriek from the land. He threw off the blanket and looked around in alarm. Sausage was still fast asleep. Was he unable to hear the plants screaming?
Either way, Scott felt driven to find out. He lowered one side of the tent to crawl out. He gasped loudly and scrambled to his feet for a better look. Pillars of the corrupted soil encircled the tent, curving inward almost like claws. The cold was gone, replaced by the heat of fresh lava flows. He stared around, horrified to see all of their work undone.
Everything around him was screaming in the way of nature being destroyed by an unnatural source. This wasn’t a normal eruption. Someone had done this. But he… didn’t see or hear anyone else. There was the sense of a presence, but… no one was there.
Then a pulse of pale blue energy rippled out from the center, exactly where the tent was. It passed through Scott and he could tell it wasn’t Sausage’s energy. It was cold, though. As it continued outward, the earth became quiet.
This was the magic that had temporarily paused time.
Scott realized he was having some kind of vision. He plucked at one of the flowers in his hair to check; it hurt, so he was awake right now. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to gain from this knowledge, but felt like he should resign himself to accepting they would have to fix the whole place again.
However, as the magic’s shockwave got further away, it faded out, and then the pillars and lava faded away, too, leaving him with the healed land – and the sight of the corrupted soil previously left from the night before now changing as the blue-green replacement made its way toward the tent.
Scott felt relieved that the plan for Sausage’s power was working as intended. He pushed the vision out of his mind for the moment and returned to sleep.
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When he next awoke, he felt like he was being jostled around. Struggling to find full awareness after his disrupted sleep, he at least figured out that he was being carried in Sausage’s arms. The other floran looked slightly distressed. “Saus-? What-?”
“Sorry, things got weird back there.”
“Did you… have the vision, too?”
“What vision? No, um, there’s just…” Sausage stopped and put him down onto his feet, holding onto him to help him remain upright while Scott shook off the vestiges of sleep. “Well, look.” He pointed back toward the tent.
From between the new stand of trees Sausage had retreated to, Scott could see several deer, including a stag with a rather intimidating set of antlers. Most of them were nibbling at the ground. The stag was staring directly at the two florans.
Sausage ducked his head and hissed, “I thought they might try to eat us! That stag was sniffing at you but I got us past him. Why was the tent open? You were out cold even though the sun was up!”
“I think I… had a dream. I must have been sleepwalking, and subconsciously lowered it.”
“I’m pretty sure you’ve never sleepwalked before. I watched over you for an entire winter and you never once woke up during the night. Honestly that was kind of worrying!”
Scott patted his arm. “Well, something weird happened to me last night. But, um, I don’t think we need to worry about them eating us.”
“But we’re part plant! We probably smell tasty!”
“Sausage.”
“What? Wouldn’t they be scared of us, then? Because we’re people, and deer are skittish.”
“Or, they understand we’re a mix of both.” Scott stepped forward, keeping eye contact with the stag. It watched him as he slowly approached until he was close enough to hold a hand up toward it. It lowered its head and sniffed his fingers, then briefly nuzzled his hand. When it raised its head again, turning away, the sunlight glinted off its antlers as if they were gilded with gold.
The illusion faded as it walked away. The two florans watched the herd forage around until they moved away into the next valley.
“Huh,” Sausage marveled quietly. Scott meandered off, collecting pinecones. “So, more trees on the agenda this morning?”
“Might as well extend the forest to give them a bigger territory,” Scott replied with a soft smile.
~*~
“Oh, so now they’re befriending the wildlife?” Adelfa rolled their eyes. Their expression seemed to become even more disgruntled as a series of trees began to pop up far below the clouds.
“Why not?” Joel asked. “It goes hand in hand with plants, right?”
“They shouldn’t get too familiar with anything. It’s not like they’ll be sticking around.”
“I don’t see how that hurts anything. They seem to be doing a pretty good job so far.”
“Well, then take some notes. Go dump a blizzard on them.”
“Why? I don’t think they’re built for the cold, and they can’t exactly set up a fire to keep warm or they’ll turn themselves into kindling.”
“Because I said to.”
Joel squatted and poked a hand through the cloud. He pretended to be feeling around for something. “Hmm, nope, sorry. Wrong atmospheric conditions.”
Adelfa’s face reddened. “How dare you—”
“Hey, you’re the one who decided we wouldn’t bother with the weather anymore. So now I call the shots.” He grinned, proud of himself for standing up to them.
Adelfa then gave him an unamused look. They separated off their portion of the cloud; Joel didn’t bother to watch them leave. He set off a light snow flurry, perhaps in the hopes it would signal the floran pair to move along before Adelfa chose a different way to antagonize them.
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Sausage shivered as something icy landed in the fronds at the top of his vest. He turned, then looked up. “Snow? Oh, no. That’s not good.” He jogged over to where Scott was putting the finishing touches on a patch of light blue flowers. “Hey, umm… Can snow trigger winter mode for florans? I don’t know if this is Joel or is just happening. We probably can’t do anything about it either way, so… What should we do? Hole up somewhere in case we fall asleep, or go somewhere warmer?”
“I’m not feeling a seasonal change, so it’s probably normal mountain weather. I’d say we’re done here, anyway. Let’s head down. I’m sure it will turn into rain on the way.” Scott looked out over the area. Even the blue-green sections were nearly covered up by regular grass now, and the snow accumulation would help, too. He smiled and nodded.
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They had to do some climbing here and there on the way down, but with Sausage purposely leaving a trail of greenery it was possible future travelers would find an easier path. Once they were on flatter ground, they found more remnants of the colorful road going the opposite direction away from the mountains. They checked on areas to either side of it, and camped out in a tree along the way, but as the clearly marked part of the road gave way to mere stepping stones in the brush, they began to see evidence of flower fields.
The further they walked, the greater a wistful feeling settled over both of them. There were traces of another volcanic eruption, but here nature had done the work by itself to regrow over it. Even more flowers sprang up with each step Sausage took. He glanced back at one point, then grinned at Scott and took off running. Blossoms of all types popped up as he went. Scott gave a grin of his own and ran after him, consciously asking flowers to grow.
The flowers answered in plenty.
They were laughing by the time they crested a hill, although both stopped when they saw what stood in the middle of the fields: a gigantic, single-stem white lily. Scott’s smile softened. “Well, what does that remind you of? Bit of a sight for sore eyes.”
“See, that’s what I miss about our old home, too! I hope the lilium praegandis is doing all right without us.”
“I’m sure it’s doing fine. …Hopefully it isn’t too lonely, though.”
They made their way over to the lily, noticing how there were fewer regular-sized flowers around it. Actually, they now saw small barren spots, too. Sausage walked over to one of them in case it was another corrupted soil situation. He halted as he started to lower his foot, then raised it, then placed it down completely. “Huh. Something feels… weird.”
“Bad weird or strange weird?”
“Umm… You tell me. What does it feel like to you?”
Scott went over to a different barren spot. He knelt to put his palm down on it, bracing himself for the weirdness Sausage might be talking about. His face brightened. “Sausage, that’s not weird – that’s something trying to talk to us.” He kept his hand pressed to the ground while turning to look around. “I think it’s coming from…” His gaze landed on the giant lily. “…I guess that should have been obvious.”
He walked up to the lily and gently placed both hands against the stem. He drew a sharp breath as his sight blurred. The landscape changed as it came back into focus, revealing that the barren spots were where other, colorful giant flowers used to be. There had been thick clusters of regular flowers on the ground surrounding them all.
His view blurred again, then resolved into the same flowers but now all of them were in shades of gray, including the stalks of the giant ones. Fire crisscrossed the land, burning everything except the giant lily. He saw the flames die down, then could feel the energy flowing out of the lily into the land where it repopulated the regular flowers, but it couldn’t fix where the other giant ones had been.
“Scott? Um… Hello??”
Scott blinked. The vision faded out – and Sausage’s concerned face faded in. “Sorry. Apparently, this world has really zeroed in on the fact I’ve been a floran before and is sharing the land’s memory of the past with me. That’s what happened up in the mountains.” He pointed to the nearest bare patch. “There used to be more giant flowers here, but something drained the spirit out of them, and there was also a fire. This lily is extremely magical, and fixed up what we see now. But…” He put his hand back on the stem. “It needs help to fix the rest.”
“Regrowing giant flowers sounds like something right up my alley.” Sausage turned to begin addressing the problem, but Scott grabbed him by the wrist and held his hand while keeping his other palm against the lily’s stalk.
“Floran field lesson. Can you hear that? Or… feel it, through me?”
“Uh, not really? What am I listening for?”
Scott now pressed Sausage’s hand against the stalk. “Try listening with your other senses. Try to feel the energy without physically acting on it. Or maybe not that last part. I forgot for a second who I was talking to.” Scott made an amused face.
Sausage looked puzzled for a moment – attempting the listening part and not acknowledging the extra comment. Then he held out his other hand and made a grab and pulling motion away from the lily.  He uncurled his fingers afterward and stared down at his palm. “Is it… something about tapping into its magic, not ours?”
“Good, you’ve got the gist of it. It wants us to redistribute the magic that grew it.”
“But doing that… it doesn’t feel like there’s enough magic in there to grow other giant flowers!”
“We’re probably only supposed to use it so regular ones grow in these spots. I think the time of giant flowers might be over.”
Sausage gently petted the lily’s stem. “I was hoping we could name you in honor of our lilium, but I guess not…”
Scott patted Sausage’s arm, then the two got to work, drawing out power from the lily and directing it to the barren spots. As clusters of small flowers began to grow, the color slowly drained out of the lily.
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Joel could sense Adelfa’s rage and zipped around the sky if only to find them and tell them to stop ruining his day by projecting emotion in such amounts that he felt it, too – which might have contributed to his anger about it, come to think of it. He didn’t want to feel what they felt. He shouldn’t be feeling what they felt.
He found them stomping back and forth on a cloud over a flower field. Below were two figures – oh. He should have guessed. “What is it now?” he demanded before merging his cloud with theirs.
“They’ve gone too far! They’re supposed to be repairing things, not destroying things!” Adelfa pointed sharply.
Joel opened a hole in the clouds to have a peek. “I only see flowers,” he said flatly.
“That one, you buffoon! That was a primal nature power source! How dare they!”
Now he noticed the single giant flower, and memory stirred. “Oh, that thing. I don’t see why you’re mad about it? We couldn’t get it to heal that land, but maybe it decided to cooperate with them. Maybe they were less pushy than we were.”
“No. Nothing in nature defies me! It was meant to remain as it was!” Adelfa swiped a hand through the air, closing the hole. “Thunderstorm, now! I want some precision lightning strikes to remind them that they don’t ultimately have power here!”
“Hmm, I don’t know. All those nice, new flowers need sunlight to grow stronger. It defeats the purpose if I block off the plants from feeding so soon after they came back.”
“Joel!”
He gave an innocent smile. “Oops, wait, I just remembered I need to go check on that rainstorm over the archipelago! You still want a couple of islands left there, right? Bye!” He quickly split off his own cloud again and hurried away.
It had been so tempting to pull almost the entire cloud out from under Adelfa. All the gods traveled by cloud as a convenience, but that was all they could do with them. He now controlled the skies, and it was time for Adelfa to acquiesce to that.
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Scott and Sausage decided against mourning the giant lily as the last of its color disappeared. It had sacrificed itself to finish healing its lands, which was a dedication they were very familiar with. Once again, they slept the night through up in a tree, and the next morning was spent running around the fields sprouting more flowers. It was a pleasant respite after the extent of work needed in the previous places. For Sausage, it wasn’t the same freedom as flying, but it was exhilarating in its own way. This was fun, where the other stuff had been work. He didn’t mind that of course, but it was nice having something to truly share with Scott again, which they hadn’t quite had since the time when he had figured out a way to fly as a thunderborn and Scott had been an angel.
Flowers – gardens – that was something they had always had together. These fields were a wonderful reminder of that.
Grinning mischievously, Sausage ran toward where Scott was arranging tall peonies and tackled him with a hug, lifting him up to spin him around. He lost his balance, and they both fell over into some tall grass, but they laughed. A quick kiss and a playful tussle later ended up sending them rolling down a hill, but they laughed again as they tumbled out into another patch of tall grass.
Scott was first to his feet and helped Sausage up, then they took stock of this new area. It was more fields, less hilly than the previous area, but lacked all trace of flowers. It had the appearance of purposely flattened ground, albeit completely overgrown.
As they took a better look around, Sausage’s expression went from lingering amusement to vaguely troubled. There were no structures that were immediately visible, but something felt disquiet to him. He pushed through the waist-high grass and sought a source for the feeling.
Scott noticed his sudden distress. “Are you okay? Did you get a vision this time?”
“No, something just feels… off about this place.” Sausage continued to look around. Nothing was standing out to him, but the unease wouldn’t go away. He retreated back toward the hill. “Maybe – uh – maybe you can check this one out, and I’ll, um, go around it to find the next place that needs us to work on it.”
“Okay,” Scott agreed, a little confused. He didn’t feel anything odd at the moment, but didn’t press Sausage for more. He waded into the overgrown grass to hunt around for any damage. He didn’t see any traces of volcanic activity this time, so he waited for a vision to give him clues.
When it did kick in, the scene took his breath away. A giant beanstalk was winding its way into the sky, with small man-made structures perched along it. Nearby was a modest farmhouse and a few outbuildings; it instantly reminded him of Pearl’s realm. His sight blurred, then refocused… and everything was on fire. He then noticed two figures flying around the beanstalk. They seemed to enter one of the structures. A minute later only one of them flew away.
Scott tried to make out some details about the person. However, he didn’t really get a chance before an ominous creak drew his attention back to the beanstalk. It swayed and began to topple toward the farmhouse. He instinctively dived out of the way, but the vision faded before the beanstalk landed. He came up coughing out dirt from his slide across the dry ground. He wondered if the intensity of the land’s memory was what had made Sausage nervous.
“Are you okay?” he heard Sausage call.
“Yeah! Just another vision!” Scott dusted himself off. He assumed they weren’t meant to grow a new beanstalk, but this place might need something to chase away that shadow of the past.
Meanwhile, Sausage walked a very deliberate route around what might as well have been an invisible bubble until he was nearly opposite the hill he and Scott had rolled down. He located the remains of a stone wall and sat upon it, drawing up his legs to prevent too much power from leaking into the ground, although the area was already grown over enough that he doubted he could add more to it. He hugged his knees and vacantly watched as Scott wandered around several meters away.
“Oi,” came Joel’s voice from somewhere above to his left. “Getting lazy, now? Why are you letting him do all the work?”
Sausage glanced over as the godling drifted down on a cloud; it dissipated and his feet touched the earth for once. The former seraph still had to look up at him. “Nah – I decided to have a rest! I can’t take all the glory!”
“Aren’t angels supposed to be all about glory?” Joel asked with a slightly sarcastic tone. He sat down and folded his legs, resting his wrists over his knees. He was at about eye level now with the other up on the wall.
“Well, there’s more to me than just being an angel! I have hobbies and other things I do! Or well, I had more when we were in our previous mortal world. I’m my god’s official architect and one of her seraphs. Actually, I think I’m the only one…” Sausage mulled that over for half a second. “I don’t think I’ve even seen any others before! Maybe on missions out of her realm, but this is the first time I’ve been out in a while, so maybe I might be forgetting. This is more like a vacation, really, even if it is technically work. Between you and me, I’d still kind of prefer being able to fly.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s the best part of being a powerful godly figure, isn’t it?”
“Oh, I’m not godly, myself.”
“But aren’t seraphs like an extension of their god? You have some authority, right? An architect is pretty important, too, as I understand it. I don’t have one of my own yet, we only made me about two weeks ago, so I… well, don’t even have many followers yet. Mortals are still worshipping us in general.”
Sausage cast a questioning look at him, one eyebrow quirked. “Seriously, why do you keep saying ‘we’ sometimes? Is it a royal ‘we’ thing that gods do in this world? I’m not judging if it is, I’ve just never heard a god talk like that before.”
Joel lowered his gaze, eyes sliding to the side. He absently rubbed his knees. “Up until two weeks ago I was part of the nature deity. They separated the part of their essence that controls the weather to make me. Couldn’t be bothered with keeping track of the weather, they said. I’m still… adjusting to having my own identity.” He then muttered, “Not sure why I’m telling you this. You’re one step up from a mortal, how could you relate?”
“I can, though,” Sausage said, having heard him perfectly fine. “I’m pretty much bound to duty. Comes with being a seraph. If PearlescentMoon calls, I have to answer. When I first revived as a seraph, she sent signs for me to come back to the celestial realm but I had no clue what was going on because I forgot who I used to be, so she literally dragged me back there through a portal! And then I had to fly back and forth all over the place doing tasks, and I didn’t really have a choice! But I was preoccupied with what I left behind, so I resented it for a while, but after things worked themselves out, I accepted that it’s what I was meant to be doing.”
“What you left behind, where? What do you mean, revived as? Don’t angels, like… ascend the ranks, or something?”
“The last world we were in had this crazy system of changing people into something different any time they died! I arrived there as a guardian angel, and became a whole bunch of different things, but then I reached the point of fulfilling my duty there, so then I was promoted to seraph rank, and then I was meant to go home.” Without looking, Sausage nodded meaningfully to indicate the field where Scott was. He smiled softly.
“Oh, so you had to leave him behind, I take it. If you were there because you were an angel, what does that make him?”
Sausage scratched his beard in thought, then shrugged. “Y’know, I never thought to ask. I didn’t even find out I was probably called there in the first place to be his guardian angel until after I was back in the celestial realm, looking in on him when I could get a chance. For all the power I had, I couldn’t go back. I had to follow my new duties.”
“Hm.” Joel abruptly stood. “Well, that’s enough chitchat, I think. Speaking of jobs to do, I should go sprinkle some more rain around for you fellas. Don’t you go sitting around here for too long – there’s much more of the world for you to see before you go home again.”
“Ahm—” The question Sausage was about to ask went unspoken as a cloud formed under Joel’s feet, lifting him up into the sky. Sausage tilted his head back to watch him leave. “Aw, come on now! He is rubbing it in, I just know it!” He uttered an exasperated sigh, then lowered his gaze to the field – then he gave a start when he saw what Scott had been up to while he had been obliviously talking to Joel.
The whole place was covered in sunflowers now.
Scott was on his way over. Sausage hopped off the wall, but still couldn’t bring himself to cross the invisible border. “S-Sunflowers?” he questioned. He was still unsure why everything here was making him queasy.
“Yeah… it’s the only flower that will grow here.” Scott shrugged. “I tried for more variety to brighten up the area, but if this is what the land wants, then so be it. Looks a little prettier, at least.”
“Um. Yeah. Yeah, it does look better.”
“What were you and Joel talking about?”
“Oh, you noticed that? I think we were commiserating, actually. Seraph stuff, newborn god stuff—”
“Newborn god?”
“Yeah – apparently, he was part of the main nature god up until… what did he say… two weeks ago? So, like, right before we got here! Something about wanting to put someone else in charge of the weather. I guess gods can just do that! Separate out parts of themselves into someone new!”
“So, like… splitting off a part of their soul?” Scott leaned into Sausage with a slight nudge of his shoulder, eyes turned upward as he tried to drop a poignant hint.
“Hmm, nah, I think it’s just a bit of their power, and then a new soul gets created by default. It would have to be a very powerful and very specific type of god who could make like a copy of their soul into another person!”
Scott chuckled, not bothering to clarify what he meant to the former wither.
 [  Chapter Four ]
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cynthrey · 1 year
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“They say that if you find the flowers seen nowhere else in the world that grow near a memorial to two lovers, you should pick one of each and exchange them with someone you care for, as a sign of your own eternal dedication to your heart’s love.”
Scosage pic for the fanfic “Wherever These Flowers May Grow” by my friend @lunarsands​ from xer series Soul Liminality 2: I Would Die For You featuring Floran!Sausage and Floran!Scott inspired by the work of Alphonse Mucha 😁.
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Also fun story here. I had the inspiration to draw this based on some drafts and ideas lunar and I shared, I made an sketch and showed it to lunar, then xe included it in a scene of the fic and so now i finished a pic that is based of a fanfic that is based of a sketch that is based of a draft of a fic.
*mindblown*
Inspiration loop on steroids here XD
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alsmp-headcanons · 2 years
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I'd really like whatever Scotts life after his vampire arc is to be a Floran or a Dullahan
I also think that Scott and Sausage's lives are tied together in the way that they are very similar,
Life one- Wings
Life two- Villains
Life three- Good guys
Like, Scott wont be a hero just a civillian who's trying to stay out of the conflicts but thinks the heroes are in the right, and thats where the Floran idea comes in lol
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OOO THIS IS SO COOL!!! And I love the art and your style!! I especially have a soft spot for both of those origins!!
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stellarcat52 · 1 year
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I posted 4,698 times in 2022
97 posts created (2%)
4,601 posts reblogged (98%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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I tagged 446 of my posts in 2022
#empires smp - 29 posts
#alsmp - 28 posts
#fable smp - 27 posts
#fable smp spoilers - 10 posts
#fablesmp - 10 posts
#fable smp season 2 - 9 posts
#mcyt - 9 posts
#scott smajor - 9 posts
#empires scott - 7 posts
#empires season 2 - 6 posts
Longest Tag: 135 characters
#it’s more just my ‘just because they’re the main girl and guy doesn’t mean they have to be dating’ thing and less that i kept seeing it
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Sunlust
Waking up as a vampire was the worst thing that happened to Scott. Even before any of the hunger or aggression kicked in, it was just as much as his hell as the realm he had died in was. The sun hurt, made him weak, and suddenly his food supply was useless. Sure he was strong, big, but his wings, his real freedom, were gone.
A new home was just a cage to him. It was a manor, large and beautiful in a morbid way he was now seeing as a good thing. His powers were… scary. He could hurt people now, he wasn’t just a light-loving moth anymore. 
He stared out his windows, still not used to sleeping in the daytime, and wished more than anything that he could go out there and feel the warmth on his wings just once more. He wished he could light a lantern without fearing the flame, to feel the security of the life fire he once created.
He knew it would only take a few days to get used to it all, for the hunger and nature of the lifeless to take over his soul, but he still had the heart of a mothling, he still loved the light that could now hurt him. He wanted his home to be the lantern still, he wanted the struggle of getting leathery food back just so he wouldn’t need to give up everything else.
He would let his red eyes dry of their pain brought tears before he admitted the sun and light were anything but beautiful.
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Guardian angel! Afterlife Sausage who puts his wing over Oli to protect him from the rain
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Empires SMP Scott Finale Spoilers
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Okay, hear me out because I think this would be cool.
Combining the alsmp character’s life origins. Not all of them, for when they die more, just some of them. Create origin hybrids because they’d be cool.
We can get things like Raccoon-Floran Lizzie with little ears and a “mask” on her face and she would feel really at home in the end because it’s dark.
Moth-Vampire Scott (which was the original idea that sparked this) with black, dark grey, and red wings on his back that hide under his cloak until he needs to be dramatic.
I mean yeah, I at least wouldn’t be in love with every origin hybrid. Cpk would just be a giant flying fox (although that’s still cool), Fwhip would be a pillager wizard/smurf which… I’m just imagining a tiny slightly glowing blue thing with a bow yelling at people. But I still like the idea.
I want to write it.
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My #1 post of 2022
I adore how the fandom seems to agree that Pixandria was unaffected by the explosion and chaos of the finales.
And I’d like to add some things
For the rulers who remain alive, but have left. The tiny trails of smoke their candles produce will forever travel in the direction of the soul they represent.
But for the ones who have died, and this time will not return through the normal means, the candles no longer light when Pix sparks his flint and steel.
The ocean queen’s flames are dimmer now, as though her spirit remains but has gone through a magical change.
Unless taken into the nether, the candles for the Wolf Spirit point towards the nearest portal.
Pix smiles when Gem and Fwhip’s candles cause two lines of smoke to combine together, proving they’re staying by each other’s side.
Pix struggles to learn of what happened exactly to the ones who didn’t make it, or where exactly the wanderers will end up before they settle down again, or if the next time their candles stop pointing in a new direction they will simply be blown out by fate.
He’ll pack away the lightless candles, storing with them books of what they had accomplished in life, and he’ll track the paths of the remaining ones as far as the maps brought to his kingdom will allow.
But he’ll remember all of them for as long as he lives, because he’s capable of doing so when no one else is.
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ao3feed-lokiangst · 2 years
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Joel, what the actual.
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/5LkQG8Z
by halficinghalfcakeFULLABOMINATION
hi :) kudos?
Words: 570, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Afterlife SMP
Fandoms: Afterlife SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Herobrine (Minecraft), Original Male Character(s), GeminiTay (Video Blogging RPF), Bryce | fWhip, Joel | SmallishBeans, MythicalSausage (Video Blogging RPF), Lizzie | LDShadowlady (mentioned), Thor (mentioned), Zeus (mentioned), Loki (mentioned)
Relationships: Joel & Sausage
Additional Tags: what the fuck does rpf mean, yes joels father is herobrine feel free to attack me, and yes hero's a floran, Temporary Character Death, Robot GeminiTay (Video Blogging RPF), Alternate Universe - Afterlife SMP Setting (Video Blogging RPF), yes afterlife smp has an official tag :D, i wrote this listening to house of memories and two brids on a wire come at me, thunderborn sausage and joel, pretend that gem and joel haven't died yet, The Author Regrets Nothing, Swearing, AH YES, joel almost dies, we love to see it, Author Is Sleep Deprived, The Author Regrets Everything, Not Beta Read, Sorry Not Sorry, Not Canon Compliant
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/5LkQG8Z
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