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Inktober 2024 Day 2: Discover
Ignore how inconsistent the starting sketches were it's fiiiiine
Some soft quality time with the family
Day 29: Massive
Big and tall and sexy God Joel & his tiny (re: Normal sized) family <3
Theym<3
The shimmering princess of Dawn, Miss Geminitay herself
Inktober Day 28 Sparkle
Some different angles for the shine
Flat penning & sketch
I just think it'd be funny if Scott got caught during his Relics Heists
Inktober Day 26: Remove
Fun beach day in Tumble Town
Inktober Day 23: Shallow
Featuring: the world's worst polycule /aff /ref
Hey, Cowboy
Inktober Day 18: Saddle
Whoa Jimmy post, let's go
It surprises me personally that the Hat was the hardest thing to draw in this piece
I'm back from the dead and I'm here to offer more of whatever this family is
My favorites honestly
In which Joel's closer to a type of demigod and gets real insecure about his "not godly" form
Hello I made it
Joel's not too happy, methinks
Inktober Day 29: Uh-Oh
Headcanon #2
One of the reasons Joey likes Katherine is that they both have a Messed Up/Whited‐Out Eye™️
Bonus Headcanon #3
Joey got injured in a cannon blast. It's sore sure but he's not insecure about it. He very much embraces it and thinks it makes him look cool [it does]. He has some burns & an injured eye due to it.
When Hermes told sausage and joel that they were bad parents I found it hilarious but I have made it my goal to turn it into angst here’s what I came up with
So Hermes became a teenager in a split second and was immediately overwhelmed with new strong hormone fueled emotions
He yells at his father’s and tells them that they are terrible parents
after he’s finished blowing up at them he fly’s off to cool down but when he finally returns his parents are gone and then don’t ever return
the last thing Hermes ever told his parents is that they were horrible and he hated them
And unlike us he has no clue why
If you’re taking prompts, can you do something with Jimmy overworking himself to the point of exhaustion and the other empires step in? I love sickfics with hurt/comfort.
Did I write this in less than an hour? Yes. It was wonderful. I've also posted the oneshot here on my Ao3 account!! Thanks so much for the prompt!
Jimmy wasn't sure quite what had happened, but he knew that he hadn't been in his bed with his cats sleeping on him the last time he opened his eyes.
Even more, he knew that no one lived with him, so the sounds of people downstairs and the smells of food coming from his kitchen were unusual and somewhat startling. He didn't quite have the energy to panic about it, however. So he pulled himself out of bed and began padding down the stairs, Norman cradled in his arms as Flick scampered along behind him.
Coming down to the base of the staircase, Jimmy blinked as he took in the sight of Sausage and Scott cooking in his kitchen as Lizzie and Joel played with Hermes in his living room. Shelby, Katherine, and Joey were sat on his couch near them as they seemed to be repairing his armor, which caused him to realize that the familiar weight of the protective gear wasn't pushing him down. Pixlriffs and Fwhip were going through some sort of paperwork over at his kitchen table. False was tinkering with his elytra and chatting with both of them. Gem and Oli had joined Sausage and Scott in the kitchen, but instead of cooking, they were pulling things out of storage and putting them back, presumably to sort the items.
"What are you all doing here?"
"Jimmy!" The rulers seemed to clamor over themselves to acknowledge the sheriff, causing the man to pull back from the attention. As he stepped back, his ankle caught the lowest stair, causing him to slip backward and land on his butt, now propped up by the fact that he was sitting on the third stair up from the floor.
"Everyone give him some space," Fwhip instructed, the man's voice carrying an edge that they didn't often see from the admin. "Jimmy, I found you collapsed out by the train. We were worried."
"Collapsed?" After a moment of thought, the story didn't surprise Jimmy as much as it should have. He had been over near the train earlier to deal with a few tasks that had cropped up, but he couldn't remember ever leaving the area.
"Have you been feeling okay, Sheriff?" Gem asked gently, approaching slowly and putting the back of her hand on Jimmy's forehead. The cool feel of her hand was soothing and Jimmy's eyes slipped shut only for him to hear: "Oh, Jimmy, you're burning up."
"I'll be fine. I've got stuff to do, gotta finish Tumble Town."
Gem frowned, unseen by the man in front of her, "You shouldn't be pushing yourself, Jimmy. You need to rest. If you've got a fever, you're not going to get better unless you allow yourself time to heal."
"Don't have time though. Already behind, not going to finish at this rate."
"What do you need to finish? If we can help, then maybe you could rest?" Katherine offered.
Jimmy frowned, a moment of uncertainty as he tried to figure out what to say, "Need to... need, uh, I have a list. It's in my vest pocket?"
Shelby recovered the article of clothing from the pile of garments that she sat next to, pulling a set of papers out of the pocket. It was then that everyone realized that it was not one page, but several, filled completely with to-do lists and duties that the sheriff had taken on.
Flipping through the pages, the witch finally looked up at Jimmy with concern etched into her features, "When do you find time to sleep, Jimmy?"
"But I just did?"
"You passed out!"
"But, I was sleeping? I had things to do, empire to run. You know how it is," Jimmy's nonchalance only seemed to concern his fellow rulers more, which confused him greatly.
"Jimmy, look at me?" Pix requested, drawing the younger man's attention his way. "Your health is always more important than your empire. Or anything else. You were collapsed on the ground in the middle of the day in the mesa. That can be dangerous."
"I have to finish my work though?"
"Jimmy, most of us don't even do all the things on this list. And you have things listed to do in other empires to help us."
"I'm the Sheriff. I have to make sure that everyone else's empires are safe and their citizens are doing well. Chromia's had a pillager problem recently and there's a spider nest that I haven't cleared out yet near the Eversea."
“You apparently also check in on some of our villagers at least once a week. And you have a task listed here that just says ‘double food supply’. Has Tumble Town been having trouble getting food?”
“Doesn’t really rain a lot here, crops don’t grow super well. We’ve got enough, but there’s some new families that have moved in and Lyra and Sara both had children last season. We’ve got more mouths to feed, but it’s been a bad harvest so far. Not really looking good going forward.”
“Oh Jimmy, you know I’ve got extra food. Dawn had a good harvest this year, we could easily help you!”
“Right. Yeah,” Jimmy agreed, though the vibrancy seemed to drop out of his voice.
Scott blinked, set down the utensils in his hand, and left the kitchen. He grabbed Jimmy’s chin with just enough force to direct the man’s movements, but not enough to hurt, moving the man’s gaze upward.
“You are not failing your empire. You are not failing us. You are doing everything you can and that’s enough. You don’t have to do extra things to make up for whatever you think you’re not doing. Jimmy, you are doing so well. But we’re worried because you’re doing so much extra that it’s hurting you.”
Jimmy searched Scott’s eyes for some hint as to the level of honesty that the collector was showing. Finding no sign of a lie, Jimmy began to blink back the tears of exhaustion that were finally making their appearance, the sheriff unable to hold them back any longer.
“Scott, I’m so tired.” The sheriff's words were weak, but the admittance and honesty rang loudly through the already quiet house.
Scott smiled gently, “Go rest, we’ve got you.”
Quick funny doodle before I go back to relearning for a test
" Scott, Don't you dare do it"
Oh noe, Jimmy is mad, anyways
Funny how Jimmy was gonna sell Chromia but stopped when Scott actually like, said he wasn't the one selling all of the stuff
Okay but what if
What if Scott can lose colors, I been thinking of it
The opposite of colors is black and white
This might probably be an au or something but it's fun to think about
Be gay do crime
Break law be girlboss
More memes
The evermoore is haunted, eh, that's a problem for later
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He is too powerful to be left alone
I read a fic by @flyingfish1234 , and it was about Jimmy being able to use a mini version of them to like, reanimate
And then this idea popped out of my head
Good for spooking anyone!
Scott of ✨ Chromia ✨
The flower and the rainbow colored, coloured? Wheel I just added for the flair
This took me seven hours, I did not realize that
I have no concept of time /j
It’s been a few months since Empires s2 came to an end and I wanted to make a piece reflecting on the time we spent with these characters 🥰✨ When season 1 ended I did a series of paintings set to the End Poem, and so I decided to revisit the concept once again, making sure to switch up which line corresponded to which person. This series means a lot to me—in fact, this is one of two big Empires s2 projects I’ve been working on! There’s another one still in the works :D
All Reigns Come To An End
It's over now.
Joey disappeared into the sunset. The sea churning below, wind in his hair. The rhythmic action of rowing the boat calmed him. No matter what, the sea would always call to him like the sirens that lived in its majestic waters. He was glad to not be alone. With others by his side, traversing the sea was even better.
Joel had ascended. He'd always known Jimmy was a toy; that reassurance wasn't exactly needed, but was satisfying. And even if Hermes...didn't seem to like him, at least his son was grown up now. And everyone left him. So he made his goodbyes and joined the other Lore Gods.
Scott and Owen were adventuring together. Scott delighted in the thrill of the risk; the dangers that came with raiding tombs and collecting things. Even if that skull came to mind, Owen was always there to comfort him. He was rarely afforded privacy with Owen, but he didn't mind. They both did things for Chromia, even though Scott definitely did more. Adventure called to them both, and they were kindred spirits bonded together with it.
Shelby eventually chose her track of magic. Lightning coursed through her veins, and the storms bent to her will. She grinned as the rain poured outside her home. That date with Katherine had been wonderful. Perhaps she could go on one with her later. But that letter in her letterbox wouldn't read itself.
Katherine's curse was gone now. Even though her parents weren't too keen on her monster-hunting, the monsters would always exist. Who else would get rid of them? She delighted in protecting her kingdom. And visiting Shelby didn't sound too bad. She did promise a date after all.
FWhip smiled as the racket of the tavern filled his ears. Downing another goblet of mead, he wiped his mouth with his hand and joined the drunkards in their joyful melody. Ecstasy rode through his veins and he did nothing to stop it. Surrounded by friends, he eased into his own comfort.
Pix was satisfied. He'd done everything he'd wanted. Pride flowed through him as he looked upon everything he had accomplished and he couldn't resist the relieved grin that curled at his lips.
Jimmy protected Tumble Town as best he could. The Old Sheriff was brilliant to be around, if not a little odd from time to time. He was content. Sure, there'd be bandits one way or another. The law would always need upholding. But for now? Rest sounded good. And being with the Old Sheriff? Seemed like a nice ending to him.
Oli's Olipeligo was beautiful. His own refuge. His home. Old memories of old faces still popped in from time to time, but he didn't need them. Memories of the Orb, of vampires and angels, of thornlings and dragons, had all but gone now. Replaced by collectors and princesses, by sheriffs and gods and goblins.
Everyone's reign was over. Would new ones begin, or were the history books finally complete?
For now, their reigns had come to an end.
It was over now.
Beach Day
The sun in Tumble Town was scorching. The air was hot and heavy as tumbleweeds rolled through the streets. The tavern teemed with life, many coming to hear stories or play games or just to relax with a drink and forget about their troubles. Children ran about playing games within their imagination; some took on the roles of mighty dragons or fearless warriors, powerful witches and royalty. No tiny corner of stories was free from the whimsical nature of each fickle child running amok.
And away from it all, down at the lagoon, two rulers were finally starting to relax.
Sausage wasted no time in gleefully diving into the water. With a comically large grin on his face, he plunged into the lagoon and let out a mighty laugh as the cool water collided with his skin. He resurfaced, shaking his head. His hair, now wet, fell over his eyes, some parts sticking to his forehead.
Scott followed soon after. A peculiar mix of reckless elegance, he leapt into the water with a ginormous splash. The water felt natural around his skin. Familiar and inviting. For a second he could feel the phantom feeling of scales on his skin and gills. But just as quick as it came, the feeling dispersed like a school of fish approached by a predator. He, too, resurfaced with a calm grin. His eyes sparkled with delight.
The two rulers laughed. They could forget their duties to their homes for now. Because they weren't rulers at the moment. They were just two friends enjoying themselves on a hot day.
Neither had paid much attention to the cod statue. It set off an untouched part of their minds, scratching at an itch they didn't even know existed. Seeing the statue felt satisfying, in some way. They couldn't explain the feeling that washed over them, but chose to blame it on the heat and the water.
And as Scott had pointed out, their tattoos did form a heart. A heart of colour and vibrancy, and of a floral beauty rooted to the earth. The whimsy of magic and all of its bizarre and wondrous reaches, and the nature of existence in sentience and material.
It didn't take long for Jimmy to spot them both. Seeing two shirtless men at a lagoon wasn't exactly common in Tumble Town. Nor were the tattoos that either man possessed. No resident in Tumble Town had a tattoo so bright and colourful, nor one so floral and rooted. He was able to identify both of these men almost immediately.
They welcomed Jimmy with open arms and a bright smile. And after a bit Jimmy joined them in the water with the (mandatory) adopted goblin child with him.
Soon afterwards fWhip joined them. And whilst the goblin ruler did not really go in the water that much, he was still pleasant company.
And even though the sun was setting, it had no effect on the quartet. No sunset would dampen their joy because their joy reached further than the farthest horizons.
Alas, they had to depart. They did have their own homes to rule after all.
But they wouldn't forget their beach day, no matter how distant and foggy that memory would become.
Woes Of A Thieving Parent
The child just wouldn't sleep.
Scott had awoken from his slumber for the umpteenth time that night to the sound of a wailing goblin baby. He threw the covers back and his feet slipped onto the cold floor of his manor. Shuffling forwards, he reached for his trusty jacket hung up nearby and his signature fedora. Now he was dressed (well enough), Scott left the confines of his room.
He had given the kid its own room. The point of this was to have it be somewhere else so he wouldn't have to hear it screaming constantly. But that plan had flopped almost immediately. Now pretty much the entirety of Chromia could hear the small goblin child cry out in the midst of the night.
Scott was not parenting material.
Why couldn't fWhip deal with his own population burst? Scott found himself cursing Goblands under his breath as he gently nudged open the door to the child's room.
The goblin child had its arms and legs waving in the air, kicking and reaching out for hands that would never hold them. Its ears were tilted downwards as opposed to the usual upward point of most goblin ears.
He drowsily approached the child's crib and picked up the baby. How was he meant to hold a baby again? Scott had been to many places in the past and stayed with many people. At least one time he had lived temporarily with newly-made parents and a young baby. He barely recalled the way that both parents had cradled their baby and rocked it back and forth.
Maybe he could try that?
Scott gingerly shifted the baby's position in his arms to something reminiscent of what he had seen during his days of travelling. The baby's wails were still ear-splittingly loud, but slightly more bearable. He rocked the baby back and forth gently. What else had those parents done when he lived with them? Sing it a lullaby?
Oh. Oh they did do that.
Scott's dignity was going to die tonight, wasn't it?
Hesitant, Scott began to mumble a lullaby under his breath. It was one he somewhat remembered. One from his childhood. He couldn't recall who exactly it had been to sing it to him, but the voice sang alongside his own as he repeated it to this child.
At least the child's screaming was quieter. Now instead of screaming and crying at the top of their lungs, the goblin child babbled faintly. They made grabby hands and poked Scott's cheeks as he sang. Resisting the urge to pull away, he kept singing.
It took him a moment to realise the child had stopped screaming.
The child had nuzzled their head into Scott's chest and was babbling jovially. Eventually the young goblin's head dipped down further as slumber finally overtook them.
He did it. Scott got the child to sleep.
With a silent cheer, Scott placed the goblin child back in its crib. The child's breath hitched from the sudden loss of warmth. Its tiny green body shivered.
Scott sighed in defeat as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around the goblin child. Was the term swaddled?
If he had ever thought of handing the goblin child off to his people, he certainly wouldn't be able to go through with it. The child's hands gripped his jacket tightly and its ears were finally tilted up in the usual sign of contentment. Even more, the goblin child almost seemed similar to Scott, despite the difference in species. The goblin baby's eyes had taken on a mild teal hue, with one eye ever so slightly yellow around its pupils.
Damn it. This was his kid now, wasn't it?
Scott never thought he could be a parent. The option was never really available. Not when he was constantly on the move. Constantly running, whether it be from the consequences of his actions or even the law. Back then, he only ever wanted to travel and 'collect' things from everywhere.
Love never crossed his mind. Mainly because he knew he'd screw up. Betray them, cheat on them, steal from or scam them, run out on them in the dead of night. Or he would abandon them at the smallest hint of misfortune. There had been many instances from the past when Scott had left behind a multitude of lovers because of his desire for adventure and his cowardice.
Children were new to him. The prospect of now having a child to raise, on his own no less, was alien to him. He had always turned away at the prospect of kids. The best he could do was tell tales of his adventures to the children of whichever village or town he resided in.
The child's eyes fluttered open for a milisecond, and they smiled at him with a naivety and joyful innocence only a kid could have.
Scott hesitated. Then before he could second-guess himself, he pressed a small kiss to the goblin child's forehead.
He wanted to leave the room. To go back to bed.
But just in case the child woke up again, Scott wanted to be nearby.
So he slept on the floor. For the sake of his child. Not because he wanted to ensure it was safe throughout the night.
Scott got comfy on the cold floor and removed his fedora, clutching it tight against his chest.
He would figure out the whole parenting thing eventually.
He still hadn't given the child a name, had he?
Murder Mystery AU?
Since Pix withered away and lost the crown, I had this AU forming in my head. I wanted to get it out here, and I'm working on a fanfic of this AU for myself. I might post some chapters, but I might just leave it as this.
Suspects: Scott, Katherine, Sausage, Shelbie, Joel
Detectives: Jimmy, fWhip
Victim(s): Pix, maybe Joey and Lizzy
Side characters: Oli, Gem, False
Pix would get murdered either at his museum, or at the tea party Katherine held. Jimmy would arrive a couple hours later, and the investigation would begin. Scott would be interviewed first seeing as he just acquired the crown Pix had before. Katherine hosted the event, so she'd be second on the list. Sausage handed out drinks, so if the cause was linked to poison then Sausage would also be interviewed. Shelbie would've been seen acting off after the death, which would make her a mild suspect. And Joel would be interviewed by fWhip because Joel would mock Jimmy to death before spilling any important info.
Joey or Lizzy could die next, Lizzy as a means of hurting Joel, and Joey as a means of directing the murderer to Shelbie or Katherine.
Oli would try to calm the group down, and would offer some help to Jimmy and fWhip, but ultimately wouldn't help much. However, he would still be useful as he'd be the one to potentially intervene during a heated argument between the cast.
False would provide some insight into Pix just...as a character, and try to provide motives for the others. She'd mostly try and stay out of the whole thing, but would pitch in when called upon.
Gem would give a detailed account of the night and be a useful witness, because I think she'd be observant enough to notice some small details prior to Pix dying.
That's it! It's not a ton of stuff, but I still think it's pretty fun.
Bye, have a great day/night!
The Great Storm Witch Shelby
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG. YESSSS!
I posted this in the Prismarina theory-discussion channel on Discord (March 23, 2023):
"" I had the same thought! I'm glad someone had the same idea!
So many lines that WitchCraft Shelby has just said in Episode 5 lines up:
1. "I wonder what SHE will think of me..." Scott has said mentioned a "he" who everyone believes is Jimmy. So it would make sense if Shelby was referring to Katherine.
2. "I've changed so much." Storm Witch Shelby has different hair, different outfit, different magic, & etc.
3. "I can't believe how strong I've gotten. This is everything I've ever wanted." We know that Esmp Shelby doesn't think very highly of herself, and that she wants to be stronger and help people.
4. "I have something to prove." Esmp Shelby has said how she has to prove herself worthy to the Academy so that they don't take her magic.
5. "I did awful in school." We know that Esmp Shelby got bad grades at school.
And finally, why wouldn't she question the existence of another Scott and another Joey? **Because of the rift.** There were 2 FalseSymmetrys on Empires at one time. They looked and acted differently from each other. If there were 2 Falses, why couldn't there be 2 versions of Scott and 2 versions of Joey. ""
That was what I wrote.
Shubble's Esmp S2 finale just came out 2 hours ago. And, after getting killed/cleansed of sculk by Sausage, she got brought back with lightning. She has white hair and the expertise she chose is storms! She even went to Joel for advice! And made up with Katherine.
AHHHHHHH!
I'm just so psyched about this, that all this lore gets perfectly put together.
I don't know what to do with myself now. This has kinda cleared all of my brain-rots since they were all about her.
Just. AHHHHHHHH!!!
