#osmp beautie

[witherroze]

Congrats to O!Ranboo on coming out

[demonadelem]

Part 3

Sentence enhancers

Origins Origins Masterpost

[trashland-llamas]

@mcyt-yuri-week day 5 + rarepair + origins smp + beautie x shubble + stimboard

🪽 👻 🪽 / 👻 🪽 👻 / 🪽 👻 🪽

[emixunn]

When is Origins coming back I miss the Origins SMP

[kaytrawrites]

Enderman and the Bird

Summary In which Beau and Ranboo interact more

Story

t was raining pretty hard today.

Beau popped open her umbrella as she walked out of her half-finished house. Her feathers were perfectly waterproof, thank you very much, but it was not fun toweling off her hair after a rainstorm.

She was headed for the community stockpiles to grab some resources to work on her house when two familiar figures drew her attention.

Beau paused beside the tree, under which a miserable ball of Enderian was curled, and joined him in watching the happy Bee boy dance in the rain, singing something about rain, ducks and the previously stated miserable ball of Enderian.

Beau looked down (not very far, honestly) at Ranboo. “Need an umbrella?”

Ranboo glanced over at Beau. “Eh. I’m okay.” He looked back at the dancing Tubbo.

Beau huffed, and reached into her inventory bag and grabbed the extra one she carried around just in case. She stabbed the tip into the ground beside Ranboo. “Here.”

“Hmm!” Ranboo glanced over at her and nodded.

Beau nodded and headed off.

-oOo-

eau stared at the miserable ball of Enderian that was huddled under the pub entrance awning.

“Ya know, we need to stop meeting like this.” She quipped.

Ranboo chuckled and stared out at the heavy rain.

“Need an umbrella?” Beau asked, reaching into her inventory bag for the replacement of her extra umbrella.

He shook his head. “Nah. I’m good.”

“You sure?” Beau insisted, pulling out the umbrella. She held it out.

Ranboo shook his head again. “I’ve still got the last…” He checked his inventory bag. “Eight you gave me.” He chuckled as he said the number. “You want them back?”

Beau smirked. “Nah. You hold on to them. I’ve got too many.”

“Well, so do I.” Ranboo quipped.

Beau nodded. “I would just leave 'em in the pub for anyone to grab when they need it.”

“You know, I think I’ll do just that.” Ranboo agreed. He paused, and stared out at the rain. “You know, when I first met you…”

Beau cocked her head, listening.

“I thought you were just as annoying as that other Chicken in the community.” He finished.

Beau punched him in the arm.

“Ow!” Ranboo yelped. He rubbed his arm where Beau had punched him.

“Oh, grow up.” Beau snarked, rolling her eyes.

“Okay!” Ranboo said cheerfully, standing from where he was sitting. The Enderian towered almost a meter above Beau.

“Now, sit down, ye overgrown twig.” Beau said, taking a step back so she didn’t have to look up quite so far.

“Okay!” Ranboo said, a cheeky grin on his face.

Beau shook her head. “You really are a cheeky lil’ git.” She grumbled.

Ranboo smirked. “I can stand again if you want.”

“Keep yer head at eye level!” Beau snapped back. “I would much rather not turn into Philza at my young age.”

The pair burst into unrestrained giggles.

[skidlock]

She <33

[flashliiqhts]

[maze-arts]

for the! the outfit thing! can you do o!Beau in D3 please?

Of course I can! Here she is anon!

The outfit meme

[royalarchivist]

Tubbo: So, Scott. I heard you like to have sex with men. Let’s talk about that.

The infamous conversation from everyone’s Origins stream the other day. (Includes Phil’s POV, and the full conversation)

[antimony-medusa]

Beau Update!

[witherroze]

The saga of me missing Origins continues

[demonadelem]

question: for phil or tommy, who are tommy's friends and does he have any playdates with anyone? also has he gone through a molt yet or are they still all baby fluff feathers? bird: white booted racket tail hummingbird or common bronzewing

Part 1

As you can see, a chick's torso is covered in feathers so they wear ponchos instead of other clothing tops that would overheat them. Chicks will molt their torso feathers as they move into their preteens.

Origins Origins Masterpost

[possuminnit]

I am busy thinking about a minecraft server that has been abandoned and has been overgrown with moss and flowers that everyone keeps calling weeds

[origins-updates]

Beau is live on OSMP

[kaytrawrites]

Grave Threads

Summary In which Schlatt returns

Notes Schlatt's back Tried to go for a bit more of a spooky feel for this one Beau, Tommy, Wilbur and Schlatt curse, cause they do that

Story

The night wind rustled the bushes that decorated the graveyard. Beau grit her teeth, looking around carefully.

The others had reported strange going-ons recently. And because she was the one who built this place, because she was bored and thought it would be funny, it fell to her to figure out what was going on.

The moment she entered, the air itself seemed to press down on the light she carried, reducing the small area that she could see even further.

Beau approached the large grave at the far end of the yard. It was eerily silent.

She swallowed, looking left and right at the jokingly carved stones that lined the path leading up to the large monument.

A feather light touch brush across her cheek, causing the young avian to startle. Beau froze, her feathers fluffing up to make her appear larger.

Her eyes flicked across the dim graveyard, scouring the darkness for what had touched her.

She slowly reached up to touch her cheek, as the sensation had not dissipated.

Her fingers found a single thread-like thing, and she pulled it down to where she could see it. “What the fuck.” She breathed, her eyes wide.

It…looked like…a hair?

The hair was bleach white. Incredibly thin, yet it felt incredibly strong between her fingers.

She half closed her eyes, listening for any out of place sound.

Complete. And utter. Silence.

Not even a hiss of a spider, the rattle of a skeleton, or the groan of the undead.

Total silence.

Aside from, the thump–thump of her heart in her chest.

Beau swallowed, hard. She turned on her heel, and headed straight for the entrance of the graveyard.

Then. She heard it.

A groan.

A mumble.

A sound that she hadn’t heard when she arrived.

She tried to move faster, but. Her body felt like she was moving across honey.

Thump thump.

Thump-thump.

Thump.

An unknown voice screamed something in an unknown language just inside the entrance of the graveyard. Beau froze in her tracks. If her feathers could have fluffed up any more they would have.

She felt a cold rush through her. And finally her feet were free.

She bolted. She ran faster than she’d ever run before.

It was only a mere few steps to freedom.

She ran screeching out of the graveyard. “What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck!”

Beau’s escape brought her straight into a familiar group.

Phil, Tommy, and Wilbur.

“Holy shit!” Tommy yelped.

“Tread! Scream! Mmmmh!” Beau managed to squeak out, grabbing tightly onto the taller Avian. She shook her head. “Never going back! Never going back!”

“Hey. It’s okay Beau.” Phil said, resting a warm hand on her shoulder.

Tommy loosely wrapped his arms around the smaller Avian. “Hey.” He mumbled, quietly.

“I’ll go check what's going on.” Wilbur said. He floated toward the graveyard, the darkness of the night obscuring his transparent form.

“Oh, you motherfucker!” He yelled out.

Wilbur came racing back, dragging a darkly clothed, transparent figure behind him. He dropped them on the ground, crossing his arms.

The lump of the second Phantom on the ground just lay there in a heap, sinking slightly into the ground. Phil nudged them with his foot, drawing a groan from the person. Said groan made Beau flinch.

“He’s drunk.” Wilbur stated.

“Hung over…” The lump grumbled.

“Oh, get up already.” Tommy snapped. “You spooked the kid.”

Schlatt slowly sat up. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was disheveled.

“When did you get revived, anyway?” Phil asked, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

“Who knows?” Schlatt grumbled. “Like, after the birdy girl built the graveyard?”

The group stared down at him.

Schlatt nodded, not acknowledging their stares. “Yeah. Probably after the graveyard got built.”

[a1sart]

have some doodles I forgot to post yesterday