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Overgrown Tomb
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Overgrown Tomb (Borderless Ver) by Cliff Childs
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OK!
so.
s1!!
Grimlands & Crystal Cliffs share a lot of traditions and customs, as well special dishes because the two original founders were brothers! Count Grim & Wizard Grim :) - Later down the line when River Grim meets Mai Moon, the grand wizard of Crystal Cliffs, they fall in love & have twins. Some people in the Grimlands & Cliffs believe Fwhip & Gem are reincarnations of the original Count & Grand Wizard :) (Gandalf was Wizard Grim's apprentice who mastered a spell for immortality and transformation, Gandalf has been the "familiar" for each wizard since until Gem left & he took over)
Rivendell has customs every winter, such as Winter Balls and Winter Mourning periods for those who were lost in prior wars, or prior champions of Aeor. Many of the Aeor champions were Rivendellian royals - Scott breaks tradition of keeping one of the plaques covered in snow (Exor Champions). Scott & Xornoth's names are later added to the plaque & Rivendell keeps the plaques uncovered forever. They have a lot of frozen foods/treats/frosted treats during warmer months and hella fuckin good hot chocolate for hard winters.
Overgrown has a tradition of Spring Balls, and very sweet food. (not much here sorry..)
Undergrove has very spicy food and but Fae, Gnomes, and Vampires are "immune" to the spice, in the sense it doesnt bother them. Full blood elves, such as Rivendellians, do not have this. They are very affected by spices. Shrub has apologized for an attempted assassination on Scott, Scott doesnt even see it as that it was a simple unknown factor.
The Swamp & Ocean empires have very similar traditions and foods together. prior to Jimmy & Fwhip, the two empires had an alliance with the Grimlands and due to Fwhip growing up with Sausage as neighbors their entire childhood, the alliance was ended and the Cod War started. The Ocean Empire has a trident for their ruler that has new things added to it each time theres a new ruler, the CodFather has a very similar tradition but with a necklace and adding a bead to the necklace for each ruler – The Oceanic rulers tend to cover the trident with beads on strings, tightly :)
I'll do more soon
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semicleanblanket · 5 months
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i miss season 1 of empires
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wilbyscoot · 10 months
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What do I have to do to find an abandoned greenhouse with my friends and explore it, then build a base there as if there was an apocalypse and we can't go back home
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music headcanon anon here! so i think in all the empires, but especially rivendell, the grimlands, mythland, crystal cliffs, the undergrove, and gilded helianthia, there is a lot of folk music. in rivendell, the crystal cliffs, and house blossom, there is a lot of ghibli-like sort of fantastical music.
Similarly, Rivendell and Crystal Cliffs also have a lot of classical music with pianos, violins, oboe, flutes, and the stuff people find more elegant sort of. in the Grimlands, the Cod Empire, Mezalea, The Undergrove, Gilded Helianthia, and Mythland, there is a lot of music with acoustic guitars and stories in songs.
In all of the empires but especially Mezalea, the Ocean Empire, The Cod Empire, Grimlands, and The Lost Empire, a lot of music is ballads and songs that incorporate storytelling into them.
In The Ocean Empire theres a lot of strings, pianos, and a load of different percussion instruments. (ik pianos are technically string but i felt the need to separate them). In the Cod Empire, theres similarly a lot of percussion instruments, but its mainly drums instead of things like xylophones.
in Mezalea theres a ton of instruments and music types that perviously weren't typical, but after joel and lizzie got married became more popular. (the same goes the other way in the ocean empire.) originally, theres a lot of music that uses big drums, guitars and banjos, and just loudness. music in Mezalea is made to be danced to, its very lively.
thats all ive got right now! i might come back later with more tho lol
Ooo I love these!!
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coveredinsun · 2 years
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frankly i think we have to take the empires characters and put them into au’s like the dsmp fandom did. we need to put them in every possible media that they even remotely fit into. come on guys it would be fun
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mycological-mariner · 11 months
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Jesus that mining post found its audience didnt it
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meteor752 · 1 year
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How I’d look if I lived in the empires from Empires SMP season 1
Using this lovely picrew, because I can’t draw at all and I’m not putting together full cosplays for this
There’s of course twelve empires on the server and Tumblr only allows ten picture per post, plus I want a reference pic, so the remaining three empires will be in the Reblogs
Also for those who don’t know, I am non-binary so some of these will look more masculine and others more feminine, it was all just based on how I was feeling that very second
(I also recommend doing this yourself, whether you draw or use some picrew thing, it was genuinely really fun)
Me IRL
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Rivendell
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The Grimlands
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Crystal Cliffs
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The Lost Empire
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The Overgrown
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Mythland
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Gilded Helianthia
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Pixandria
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The Undergrove
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The remaining three empires in the Reblogs
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i need to live on bogano so fucking bad. bogano could fix me. bogano could fix me. bogano could fix me.
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felicityphoenix5 · 2 years
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i wanna hear about your ocs. go.
(also if your sona was in empires what empire do you think they'd be from?)
hi sorry i didnt post this last night internet cut out >_<
*rubs hands together* okay peoples we are talking about Snow today (or. tonight ig)!!
Snow is technically a princess, being the daughter of the [title pending] of Parhelion, a city of icebergs in The Winter Territories. She left the relative safety of her northern town to get some godsdamn life experience HOW is she supposed to handle all the politics of the Territoires if she's never seen the damn Territoires, DAD!?! Honestly.. (and if she eventually wanders beyond the borders of Winter, then really, who's to judge??)
(more under the cut because holy SHIT this got loooooong)
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I have not yet figured out how she and Rune end up meeting, because they are literally from opposite ends of the continent. But they end up meeting, falling in like and dating for.... three months-ish. After literally bumping into Les and maybe getting caught up in a brewing revolution, Snow, Rune and Les travel through The Shadowed Grove, where Nix and her people live. (i could talk for HOURS about how Snow and Nix are each others mirrors, narrative foils, their paralels- *inhale* but thats a post for another day)
god i also wanna talk about Nix leaving the Grove and her community, her flight, but that is also a post for another day
So Nix leaves the Grove with the gang to see the world! And also fight this evil conqeruer guy down south or whatever. (evil conqeruer guy = Drift Sandshifter my beloved i will talk about you someday god you're so cool)
Snow.... doesnt like Nix. At all. From her POV, this random Drakonyc (Lisken for "half-dragon) just wandered in here, tagged along on their very important mission, WILL NOT SHUT UP, and ON TOP OF THAT, Les trusts her! After only a week of traveling!! What the fuck!!! It took WEEKS for him to even look her in the eyes!!! How. Shes so confused and hurt. what the actual fuck.
By the time they arrive in Nimbus(?), the town being thretened by The Cloaked Conquerer (Drift), tensions are at a breaking point. As The Conquerer's forces amass in the deserts outside of Nimbus and the resisters gather in town, they prepare for battle.
And the moment arrives.
Snow, with her sliver spears, fighting for the innocent town thretened by evil. Fueled by rightious anger, she fights like a whirlwind. She doesnt know what is happening on the other side of the battlefield. She cant know, how could she? (Later, she learns what happened on the other side of those dunes. She hates herself when she doesnt know if she would have stopped it.)
Nix with her staff and leather armour, wanting adventure, caught off guard by the brutality of both forces. She is felled by a warrior stronger and more experienced, succuming to a blow to the head. The last thing she sees is a dark green cloak brushing across the sand.
And so the battle ends, neither side winning. As the leaders both call to retreat, Snow seeks out her partner and friend, excited to tell them of her fighting skill and triumphs. She finds them outside the infrimary, Les trembling and Rune bleeding sluggishly as he tries to comfort him. 
When she asks what's wrong, she learns that her feathered friend is one of the legendary Spiritwalkers, famed mages able to hold emmense power over the souls of both the living and the dead. Les connected all of their souls to his, just for the battle, so he could know if they were dead or seriously injured (btw dont ask me how soul magic works i have absolutely no idea). 
"Nix- her connection- its muted, its so faint, we've asked around but no one's seen her, she's missing and we havent collected all the bodies yet what if one of them is her's-"
They don't know. They can't know what's happening in a small stone cottage a mile away, and they won't know for another few hours. And so they wait, they wonder, they worry. (and you can't know either, as im going to discuss that when i do one of these for Nix)
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And thats pretty much all i can say about Snow and her journey without getting into some major spoilers for Nix's story and Shadowed at large lmao. This got SO MUCH LONGER than i thought it would good fucking lord.
But yeah. That's Snow of Parhelion, token human of her friends and heir to the frozen jewel of Winter.
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simonrillleyyysss · 5 months
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innocent!plushieobssessed!reader x könig
warnings; oral sex (f!receiving) afab, squirting, face sitting, spit, innocence!kink, overstimulation, kissing
notes; i love writing plush obsessed reader, thanks for the request, anon!
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königs hands slid up your thighs, watching you shift onto your side and snuggle against him, eyes slowly fluttering open as you looked up at the mountain of a man beside you, your arm slung around a group of stuffed animals-the fluffy toys pushed up against your torso, mumbling.
‘are you okay, liebste?’
he questioned, brows furrowing as he looked down at you, smiling softly at you as you nodded, pressing a kiss to your nose—leaning in to deepen the kiss, hands shifting upwards to fiddle with the hem of your shorts, slowly tugging them down.
‘könig..’
you whispered, blinking a few times to regain your vision—looking at him with a hint of confusion, yawning; hand moving to run through his overgrown bangs, playing with the bun hanging low at the back of his head, closing your eyes with a sigh.
his hands didn’t falter, discarding of your shorts and slowly tugging your panties off, lowering to his tummy as he slowly kissed his way from your tummy, down to your pretty cunny— his tongue slowly running through the slick folds, causing your eyes to widen and gasping with a moan.
‘oh—oh!’
‘that’s it, Liebling.’
‘feelt es sich gut an?“
you nodded, biting your lip as his tongue delved deeper, sliding into the velvety walls of your sensitive cunny, his head slowly moving up and down—his hooked nose bumping against your puffy cliff, whining and twitching, spitting onto your pretty cunt, suddenly moving back down to eat you like his last meal—groaning and moaning against the heat of your slick cunny, drool dripping onto it, watching you moan and plead
‘oh!mm—ah..mnghh! slow-slow down..!’
you moaned, back arching as he continued, pink muscle of his mouth thrusting in and out of your hole, completely pussy-drunk now.
‘tell your teddies how good it feels, Kleine Hure.’
‘innocent little baby.’
without any hesitation, he pulled you ontop of his face: forcing you to sit on his nose, teeth gently scraping against the puffy folds, tongue gliding up and down as his hands helped guide you back and forth, assisting you to get a better rythmn, listening to your meek sobs and babbles.
‘thank you!thankyouthankyouthankyou!’
you sobbed in pleasure, feeling his bumped nose brush against your flit, stubble tickling your thighs.
‘feels so—ahmgh! sogooooddd…yes!yesyesyesyes—!’
you giggled drunkenly,eyes rolling back as you reached out to grab a teddy, holding the bunny stuffie close to your chest as you rocked back and forth.
‘köönig! i can’t—can’t hold it-!’
‘hold it.’
‘ca-ohmygod! can’t!’
the austrian slapped your clit gently, watching you squirm before he forced you down onto his tongue, watching your thighs tremble, before they wrapped around his head and squeezed—gushing all over his mouth; eyes fluttering shut in relief—before crying out and squeezing your teddy, trying to pull away from his face—but his hands glued your thighs in place, tears spilling onto your cheeks as you let out choked moans.
‘no-noo! can’t—it’s too muchhhh!’
you begged, eventually convincing him to let you go, his face wet with squirt and slick, licking his lips as he offered you a confident smirk, running a hand through his hair as you panted, slapping your pussy once more for good measures before leaning forward and kissing your cheek.
‘blowjob?’
he asked, squeezing your hand.
‘..yeah.’
‘Gutes.’
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SWORDTEMBER DAY 11 : QUEEN
Queenstone, of pale rock and bleached steel 👑🕊️ “North of Blacksand, creeping to the Royal Sea, are the Arching Wastes. There are many theories that explain those acres and acres of cold stone, and its mysterious lumbering arches. Huge rocks that cast dizzying shadows over the frozen coast. There are other mysteries to be found between the infamous arches. In a certain area, the keen mystery hunter might find the chess pieces. One every few miles, spaced out to a strict grid. Some pieces are in plain sight, others hidden overgrown by greenery, rooks tucked away in caves, bishops looming at a cliffs edge. All pieces are there and accounted for - the only exceptions being the pale queen, and the dark king.” - The Unsolved Mysteries of the Continent”
This one is part of a set ♟️ hope ur all having a nice day!
Yesterday’s sword!
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Image description: A black and white illustration, designed to look like a book cover. On a decorative ribbon, the title at the top reads “External Memory”. A scroll work border of leaves and flowers divides the illustration into three rounded panels. The largest panel is in the center and shows a caravan surrounded by greenery, puddles and potted plants. The two smaller panels beneath it show a cartoon cat and mouse respectively, facing each other. At the bottom is another decorative ribbon with the text “a diary comic by My Murphy”. After the cover follows an 8 page comic. The style is cartoonish and the colours are soft pastels. Page one: An orange cat waves and says “Hello! I’m My.” The cat holds up a white mouse and says “This is Mouse, my girlfriend.” Caption: My name is actually My, but Mouse is a nickname for comic and privacy purposes. Caption: When I started this project, me and Mouse lived on a little island off the Swedish coast. The panel shows a stylised, tiny island with a lighthouse, spruce and birch trees, leaning houses and a little dock with a row boat tied to it. The cat and mouse are standing on the cliffs and a swan floats on the water in the foreground. Page two: Caption: Now we’ve moved to Ireland where we live in a caravan in the middle of nowhere. A small caravan, surrounded by greenery, overgrown trees, rocks, puddles and potted plants. The caravan has two windows and the cat and the mouse are looking out of one window each. Caption: We lived on the island to be close to my family. A ribbon with writing on it separates and labels four characters: “mom”, an ermine, “dad”, a wolverine, “brother”, a marmot and “step mom”, a squirrel. The ribbon has been torn in between “mom” and “dad”. Caption: and we moved to Ireland to be close to Mouse’s family. Three characters are shown, each with their own ribbon label. “mother-in-law”, a deer, “sister-in-law”, a jack russell terrier and “brother-in-law”, a hedgehog. Page three: Caption: Me and the mouse are currently in our thirties. The cat lounges on an antique fainting couch and the mouse sleeps on a cushion on the floor. On the floor is an open bag of “let’s” crisps and a laptop. Caption: We’re both pretty decrepit in various ways, so for this comic I draw couches and beds as often as I draw people. Caption: Disability isn’t especially interesting to me, but if a fish made an autobiographical comic… A fish under water paints a four panel comic with a brush held in its mouth. The panels the fish has painted show bubbles, waves and splashing water. Caption: …it’d probably be partly about water, whether the fish cared about water or not. Page four: Caption: My memory has always been pretty crappy. If a friend asks me: “do you remember when...” The question is shown asked by a red robin Caption: I usually have to answer: “no, I don’t.” The panel shows the cat giving this answer while looking away and blushing. Caption: There are many things in my life I’d like to remember. Mom the ermine watches as the cat opens a Christmas gift in front of a Christmas tree. The cat is much smaller than usual, its tail is bushy with excitement and it holds up a big book, “Mort”, with a skull on the cover. Caption: This comic is my EXTERNAL MEMORY so I can capture some of those moments… The cat admires a butterfly hovering above its outstretched paw Caption: …great or small. Page five: Caption: I try to make one strip per day, give or take. Pages with dates written on them blow off of a daily wall calendar by a strong breeze. As they turn over, comic pages are revealed to be drawn on the back. One comic shows the mouse with long fangs, biting the face of the cat and then hissing behind a bat wing. One comic is a pastiche of Tim Buckley’s “Loss” comic and one features a portrait of Frasier Crane and the Seattle skyline. Caption: and on the days when nothing interesting happens A close up shows the cat’s paw drawing a comic panel. In this panel a smaller, rounder version of the cat runs happily in the sunshine carrying a backpack. Caption: I reach back and draw something from my past. Caption: If you read this comic and wonder: A coyote looks at the comic on its phone, strokes its chin suspiciously and asks “did that really happen?” Caption: the answer is always yes. Caption: If you read this comic and wonder: A monkey reads the comic in zine form and think “did they really say that?” Caption: the answer is usually yes. Page six: Caption: When a specific phrase is the point of the strip, it’s recorded verbatim. The mouse says “you’re marching to the beat of the potato drum.” Caption: is a direct quote. Caption: When the point is something else, I sometimes take small liberties to make the memory fit well inside four panels. The cat sits at its drawing table, holding a pair of scissors in one hand and a paper with two comic panels in the other. Caption: Usually that means I make myself or the mouse play the part of the straight man because it will improve a joke. The cat and the mouse, dressed as clowns, stand in a circus tent. The cat pulls the clown nose from the mouse’s face and holds up a pie, ready to strike. Caption: In reality, neither of us is much of a straight man, but all art demands some sacrifices. Caption: In every way that matters, this comic always tells the truth. The cat looks up at a large, glowing, winged sphinx statue version of itself. The statue and framing is a reference to the all knowing Southern Oracle from the film adaptation of “The Neverending Story”. Caption: I am doing this to aid my memory after all, so it wouldn’t be very helpful to make my life seem more funny, interesting or relatable than it really is. The cat draws a comic while watching paint dry on the wall. Caption: That would be a pretty cruel joke to play on my future, more confused self. The cat scratches its head at a drawing of themselves as the winner of a beauty contest, wearing a sash and crown, waving to the crowd and holding flowers. Caption: She’ll probably have enough to contend with… The cat looks suspiciously at its own reflection in the mirror, not recognising it. The drawing is a pastiche of a panel from the webcomic “Gunshow” by KC Green. Caption: Maybe some of my comics will be funny or interesting or relatable to you anyway. That would make me very happy. The cat smiles and presses its paws to its face in joy, seeing that a bear and a horse are reading the comic together and laughing. Cartoon hearts float over the cat. Caption: Some of the comics probably won’t do much for anybody but me, but that’s okay too. The cat presses a page of the comic to its chest, looking contented and protective. In the last panel, the cat and the mouse are floating on air with a blue sky and white clouds behind them. The cat is smiling and twirling around, holding a paint brush out like a wand. From the brush flows paint that swirls around the two figures and making shapes of green leaves and orange and yellow flowers. On two looping blue ribbons appear the last captions: This is a record of my silly little life. Good or bad, I’m glad I get to share it. End ID.
Here’s a little introduction to External Memory! It was fun to make a proper neat and full colour comic - it’s been a while ^^
(If you like this project, please reblog this post! You can also subscribe to my patreon where I post one comic every day ^^)
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t4t4tclethian · 3 months
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put why in the tags
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