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For rancher prompts, maybe some rancher gt? Like, borrower Jimmy is cold and desperate and so decides to take a risk and go to Tango while he's alseep to try and warm up but it turns out Tango isn't actually asleep?

The power went out sometime during the storm. It was the middle of the cold season, and the power was out. His little nook in the wall was freezing, so much so he could see his breath. The insulation packed around him had only kept the space warm for a few hours and he's already gone through the two spare tea light candles he had—nothing more than blackened metal trays and the ashy remains of a wick.

He had to find some way to get properly warm, and he had to do it quickly.

He had hoped that just taking a walk around through the walls would help—getting his muscles working, blood flowing. He was shivering the entire time. It wasn't working.

At this rate he was going to die and, frankly, Jimmy was not really in the mood to die just yet.

It was time for some stupid decisions. He opened the door to Tango's room, turning off his flashlight and setting it aside as he looked over the moonlit room. Tango was in his bed, asleep, and Jimmy hastily looked for the heater that must have been there. Tango wouldn't have stayed in the house if he didn't have a means of getting warm. However, the room felt just as cold as his own and there was no warm orange light of a space heater. There was, sitting on the floor next Tango's bed, a battery generator.

He quickly crossed the room, pulling his sweater tighter around him, and climb on top of the generator. He had hoped it would be warm, but the plastic was only vaguely not cold because his own hands were freezing. Something was plugged into though and he followed the chord up to the bed, climbing it all the way up until he was standing on the mattress and just a few inches from Tango's massive bean body.

The chord slipped under the blanket. He went to do the stupidest thing ever and burrow under the blanket to find where it led and felt the heat of blanket. He blinked down at the fabric, running his hands over it and feeling heat coming from some sort of wiring that was tucked into the fabric. A heated blanket. Beans were blooming geniuses.

He climbed onto the blanket, laid his full body down on top of it, and sighed happily as he was finally soaked in heat. He told himself that he wouldn't fall asleep—falling asleep here would be just as much of a death sentence as sleeping in his freezing nook.

He was out within seconds.

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Tango slowly let himself breath again, having been holding it as he watched the miniature guy climb into his bed and make himself super, ultra comfy in the warm space.

The heated blanket was barely doing its job, in Tango's humble opinion, as ears and nose were still very exposed on the fact that he had to breathe. Sure, his arms and legs and toesies were nice and toasty, but he really should have invested in a space heater. He just couldn't properly get to sleep with his face freezing off despite the rest of him being warm. If the whole power outage wasn't fixed by tomorrow afternoon, he'd be investing in a trip to Skizzy and Impulse's and demanding their spare bedroom instead of trying to tough it out here.

He guesses he'll also have to offer the mini guy the same trip to Imp and Skizz's, considering it was very clear he was just as cold as Tango was.

He also had a lot of questions for him– Like, a lot of questions. Little dude randomly appearing in his bedroom with the sheer intention of commandeering his heated blanket was not on his Power Outage Bingo card. He needed to know the How–What–Where–Why of this like immediately.

The miniature guy shifted, turning in his sleep so he was pressed against Tango's curled arm. Tango very carefully lifted his other arm out from under the blanket and set it on the other side of him, creating a nice cocoon of warmth.

Tango would ask all his questions in the morning. The little dude clearly needed some rest.

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One of the ranchers forgot what golden apples do and ate one and they are now desperately trying to hide their screwup

Caving had been fruitless for Team Rancher. They had a handful of iron and not much else and the break was about to end soon. Tango draped himself over Jimmy as the other was picking away at some coal, "This is ridiculous! We have to have the worst luck on the server."

"Tell me about it," Jimmy huffed, mining further into the cave wall. "There has to be somethin–" He yelped as the stone fell away into a room.

The two of them tumbled into a completely enclosed zombie spawner. They scrambled to light the area and kill the multiple zombies that had spawned, breathing a sigh of relieve they didn't die between sessions. That would have been embarrassing.

Tango poked through the corner chest, sighing at the string and horse armor, "You got anything good over there, rancher?"

"Golden apple!" Jimmy cheered holding it out. "Not much else."

"Sweet! Finally, I– Wait. No. Golden apples are banned this season," Tango sighed, head dropping to his hands, "It's garbage! Nothing but garbage here."

Jimmy grumbled, tossing and catching the apple, the gold glittering in the torch light, "Why're they banned anyways? Seems unfair."

Tango shrugged, "Grian said something about it being unfair or some nonsense. I wasn't really paying much attention besides bemoaning the fact the sweats have ruined any chances of people like us winning."

"Hey! Hey, none of that. We still got a chance. We just, y'know, have to outlast everyone else!" Jimmy insisted. He looked over the apple, rubbed a bit of dust off on his shirt and took a bite.

"Yeah, and with my temper and your curse that's a– let me make the calculations. Fourteen divided by two and multiplied by a hundred and of course when you carry the one you get—drum roll—Zero Percent!" Tango cheered, breaking the chest and letting the items roll out of it.

"Tango, man, have a bit more faith," Jimmy said, finishing the apple. It wasn't like he was using it during the game, so no problem.

That is until a skeleton poked its skull and bow through the tunnel they had just mined and hit Tango square in the shoulder. Jimmy winced automatically, expecting the hit to ripple through him as well. It didn't.

For a moment he wondered if he was mistaken, and the skeleton had just missed or Tango had dodged, but there the arrow was, sticking right out of Tango's shoulder as his soulmate cut through the skeleton. "Stupid! Stupid! Take that! Jimmy, you alright?"

Jimmy blinked a few times, staring at the arrow in Tango's shoulder. He took a step forward and punched Tango in the arm.

Tango yelped and skittered away, "What was that for! What I do?"

"I didn't feel it," Jimmy answered, eyebrows furrowed.

"Well, you punched me so– Wait. Wait you didn't feel it at all?"

He shook his head.

Tango frowned and pulled his sword out, swiping it at Jimmy. It hit him square across the chest, and he winced in pain before everything stitched itself back together, the magic of the golden apple working through him quickly. Tango's jaw fell open, "What– What– are we no longer soulmates?? They're not making us switch, are they? I don't want to! I like you! I like Team Rancher."

Jimmy looked down at the core of the golden apple he had tossed aside, "Uh... no, I think I remember why Grian said no golden apples this season."

Tango followed his gaze to the golden apple, "OH! Oh, we screwed up! Oh no– Oh no."

"It's fine! It's fine, Tango, we'll just tell Grian and he'll put it back and–"

"Or–!" Tango interrupted, hand flying to cover Jimmy's mouth, "Or we tell nobody! I've just had a great idea. A splendid idea. Think about this: we're the one soulmate pair that doesn't have double damage! It's a super advantage!"

And so, they told no one.

Sometimes Jimmy wished he was anyone else, cause he's pretty sure anyone else could have made this plan work.

It wasn't long into the session, a couple of the soulmate groups hanging out, when Joel swung at Jimmy, nailing him in the back of the head. "Ow! Joel!"

"Boo-yah!" Joel laughed as he quickly skirted away.

Jimmy scrambled to follow him, ready to punch him right back. It wasn't long before Joel turned on his heel and, considering Jimmy was all bark and no bite and Joel was bite worse than bark, the chase was immediately reversed. Joel had pulled his sword out and Jimmy babbled pleas as he tripped over himself.

What he didn't see, while being chased, was Scott looking over Tango with scrutiny. He pulled his bow off his shoulder and aimed it Tango, and before Tango could dodge it lodged in his shoulder.

"Scott! What the heck man!" Tango whined, shaking the arrow out of his arm.

"Your soulmate bound is broken!" he exclaimed, gesturing widely to Jimmy, who did not dodge the most recent sword swing from Joel.

Tango winced belatedly, "We are! We totally are!"

"I'm messaging Grian," Scott said, pulling his comm out.

"No! Scott!" Tango exclaimed, reaching to stop him, "Come on, don't be a buzz kill, we found a hack! It's a hack, we actually have a chance against you try-hards now."

"By cheating?" Scott asked.

"It's not– It's– Fine! It's a little cheating" Tango grumbled, "Just call Grian or whatever– Jimmy! The jig is up!"

Jimmy stopped running, "Already?" he asked, just as Joel stabbed him in the side. "OW! JOEL! STOP!"

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Tango realizing Jimmy has a crush on him several years into the fact and is not as tactful as he could be about it

Tango hugged Jimmy tight just before he headed out the door, "See you later, honey!"

He enjoyed the feeling of Jimmy relaxing into him for a moment before they pulled away. Jimmy's face was light pink, "See you, Tango. Was nice hanging out."

Joel grabbed a hold of Jimmy and yanked him out the door, the two trotting down the porch steps before Tango closed the door. He smiled to himself mostly before he turned around and saw Impulse's face.

"What?"

Impulse looked a bit constipated, like he was already regretting the things he was about to say, "Don't you think you should go a little easier on him?"

"What?" Tango asked again, because he had no clue what conversation had just been started, "What?"

"Jimmy. It's a little much, man. The hugs and the nicknames–"

"Sorry, what?" Tango pressed, "Impulse what are you on about?"

Impulse sighed, "Jimmy has a crush on you, obviously. You're not helping with all the affection you're giving him."

"He has a crush on me?" Tango's eyes were wide.

"It's not exactly subtle– No, Tango, wait–" he barely heard the rest of what Impulse was saying as he immediately turned on his heel and was out the door, chasing after Jimmy and Joel. Joel was the first to turn around at the sound of someone running full speed towards them, "Tango, what on Earth–"

Tango ignored him in favor or grabbing Jimmy by the shoulders, "Why didn't you tell me you had a crush on me?"

"I– I don't!" Jimmy stuttered, face bright red.

"You don't?" Tango frowned.

"Uh– No. I don't–"

"For goodness sake's, Jim! Yes, Tango, he has a crush on you," Joel cut in. "It's getting annoying, the two of you."

Tango whined at that, "How long?"

Jimmy looked between Joel and Tango for a moment. "Well... um... Probably started when the group of us went to that petting zoo and Pearl showed us the goats and you got bonked and made those goofy noises... and then I got bonked and you scrambled to help me and– and yeah."

Tango's mouth was agape, "That was like three years ago." Jimmy nodded. "Tell me next time!"

"Tell you next time??"

"Or something!" Tango rectified, "I like you too! Knowing about this would have been helpful!"

"You like me too?" Jimmy exclaimed, "Since when??"

"I– I don't know! It kind of snuck up on me!"

Jimmy was bright faced and stiff and seemingly very distressed by all the revelations they were doing on Tango's front lawn. Tango might have jumped the gun a bit. Maybe shouttificating about this wasn't the best decision.

Then Jimmy tilted forward, and perhaps he was going for a kiss, but the angle was wrong, and suddenly their foreheads were smashing into one another.

Joel snorted, "Well, that's embarrassing."

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Boba & Coffee!

Some Chibi Ranchers.

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Could you do Jimmy is a Dragon and Prince Tango comes to his cave seeking shelter?

Tango had left his horse the moment the path has thinned to nothing more than a deer trail. He hadn't brought a map in his hurry; he'd barely been able to scoop up his emergency bag hidden in the stables, he just had to hope that going up would lead in the right direction. It wasn't his fault he had been born with fire powers. Someone should really talk to the higher ups about dishing out curses, cause his father pissing off a god really should have directed all this hostility onto him instead of Tango. Gloves had helped. Gloves had helped a lot, for a long time. It was just a shame that during his brother's coronation it was deemed not enough this time, and he had to make a break for it after nearly burning down the entire ballroom.

That meant it was time for Contingency Plan D (A, B and C all involved either help from his brothers or paying people off and that wouldn't work when an entire ballroom of elites nearly died because of him, so Plan D it was). He just hoped that the relatively peaceful nature of this dragon would stay relatively peaceful. His brothers would kill him if he got eaten by a dragon— if they didn't despise him that is.

The rocky ground of the forest slowly shifted into rock faces and steeper climbs. He found a foot path made of flattened stones that curled up the mountain side and immediately took them two at a time, and then just a few minutes later had to sit and rest, catch his breath, and then take them the normal one at a time (maybe even half at time, this journey was a lot longer than he thought it was going to be). The path led right a cave, some of it roughly carved out with massive claws to make the entrance bigger. That was reassuring... he was definitely in the right place though! "Knock, knock," Tango said, his voice squeaking as he stepped into the dark, "Mister Dragon? Hello?"

There was a thud further in and then a voice echoing over the walls, "Who goes there?"

Tango yelped, scrambling back. It took him a few moments to push through, moving further in, "I'm Tango, of the prince variety. I was- was hoping— Dragon's like yourself are kind of notorious for kidnapping royalty and I thought- I thought I could just cut out the whole middle part! I'm a prince, you're a dragon, we're like meant to be or something."

The long silence that followed was kind of embarrassing. Maybe this dragon wasn't into princes? Maybe the dragon wasn't the kidnapping type at all, and he had just severely offended him for suggesting it.

Something shuffled and fluttered in the dark and then there was a burst of light and several torches along the walls of the cave magically lit. Tango was assaulted with the bright reflections of coin and gems suddenly kaleidoscoping around the cave and into his eyes and he had to blink several times to not be blinded anymore. In the center of the horde was the dragon, covered in shimmering yellow and gold feathers, the tail a swishing back and forth and the end sweeping coins like the world's biggest feather duster. He was a bit smaller than he imagined but large all the same, the head towering over him the bow of a ship.

The dragon opened his mouth, "Excuse me?"

It wasn't nearly as deep a voice as it had seemed echoing over the cave walls. The dragon seemed confused, but not necessarily angry, so there was a chance here.

"See, the biggest problems dragons have with keeping their royalty is the fact that there's always knights and armies coming to get them. Here is the great part, no one is going to fight a dragon to get to me! I screwed up, a little, and I'm probably a little— a lot disgraced. Here I can be like your treasure or whatever and neither of us have to worry about what they're thinking or doing down in the kingdom."

"Okay... I kind of doubt no one is coming for you if you're actually a prince—"

"They're not!" Tango insisted, waving his hands around. As he did little flames shot from his fingers and he immediately stuck his hands in his pockets to hide them, "They're not... they're not going to come get me. I need someplace to stay, and dragons usually keep royalty. I thought—"

The dragon looked him over a moment before sighing and tilted his head down, leveling his eyes with Tango, "Alright. I could- I could use a Tango of the prince variety in my horde. I'm Jimmy."

Tango grinned, "Hiya Jimmy, great to meet you!"

Jimmy chuckled, "Likewise." The dragon leaned forward, pressing his snout to Tango's chest.

He lifted his hands and touched them lightly to Jimmy's snout, fingers delicately brushing the feathers along his cheek and forehead.

Yeah, Plan D could work.

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Okay guys send me Ranchers prompts pretty pretty please

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LITERALLY HAD SO MUCH FUN WORKING WITH THESE TWO!!!!! The reddit posts they created were so much fun and you have to check out the super cool stuff they did!!

I loved getting into Tango's POV for this and all the silliness he embodies. CHECK IT OUT 💖💖💖

SUPER excited about this collab with @amphibianauthor and @tiny_minecraft_rabbit for the @mcytblrelephant!! We've got ZITS, we've got a totally normal not at all eldritch Tango of the Tek variety, we've got Reddit posts with the power of CSS and HTML, and most importantly we played blackout bingo with mentions of heavy topics without any of them ever actually happening (oops. that was an accident actually) but it's not dark it's a lighthearted comedy, we promise!!

Behold: an Average Reddit Conspiracy

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OKAY remember when I asked y'all if you'd want to do a mcyt gift exchange and then I promptly proceeded to die and do nothing with it? Well instead I'm promoting this blog here cause they'll do what I could not!! (I am not the creator of this new blog/exchange, but I am hopefully going to be helping with moderation and such)

Interest check

aka; data collection!

This is what it sounds like, to collect data for this event so that we can hopefully make more decisions on what to do next. Please read the first section!!!

Once again, ask if you have questions, and reblogs are very appreciated for more reach.

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THE PONIES!!!!! THYRE REAL!!!

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reblog if you’re okay with people writing fanfics of your fanfics and/or fanfics inspired by your fanfics

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Made these guys for @mcytrecursive. My sona PeterpleRabbit (he/ze/bun) and his hels MichaellowRabid (he/xe/bark) inspired by @aquaquadrant and @lunarcrown's Hels To Pay au. They're little guys that love pranking people, though someone's pranks are a little more deadly than the other's!

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a weave that can be unpicked, a 3rd life fic

Rating: T | Words: 3384

Relationship: Grian/GoodTimesWithScar

Grian's eyes widen. “Wait, did you think I’d made a plug-in to force players into turning hostile?” Scar blinks. “Didn’t you?” “Wh— No, of course not!” “Oh.” Scar deflates, but then, just as quickly, perks back up. “Could you though?”

Or: Scar has some ideas to make Third Life more fun. Grian has some concerns.

Written for @mcytrecursive as a gift to @tiny-minecraft-rabbit, based on feeling a gold unfolding hand on me, by springbeetle!

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Jimmy's fake task in Permit Master

Grian: Okay, are we ready for our next task? Gem: I think we're ready. Grian: (sighs) Um…before we actually start, um, have you ever wondered how long it takes to cut up and line one hundred blades of grass? Gem: No, that's-that's not possible. Grian: Oh, I think it is. Gem: Okay. --- Jimmy: Hey, there's me! This is me! (A video of Jimmy from before) Jimmy: So I tried to get as many strands as I can, to make up to the hundred. We will see. (snazzy timelapse music for ten seconds) Guys, this might be the stupidest thing I've ever done, ever. This is horrendous. And, guys, at this point, I know I've lost. None of them. None of them match. I'm wasting--how much have I been record--I've been recording for eight minutes. Right. I've got my hundred, I've got my one hundo. None of them match up. Oh, oh, I've breathed, I've breathed too much. Let me snip this one a little bit, make me feel a little bit better. (timelapse music for five seconds) Jimmy: (current times) That's pretty good, right? That's pretty good! (five seconds of dead silence) Right? (Martyn laughing loudly in the background) What? 'Cuse me? --- Gem: Thank you Jimmy. Grian: Thanks Jimmy. Gem: That was-that was enlightening, truly. Grian: That was truly enlightening. Right. Let's get on with the next cli--uh, the next task.

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violence

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they hane fun

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