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if I had a nickel for every time Pix was on a hardcore server with strange respawn mechanics, I'd have two nickels which isn't a lot but it sure is strange
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Title: heavy like an iron fist (taut and frail)
Fandom: minecraft
Series: empires smp s2
Characters: great witch shelby, princess katherine
Relationships: pre- shelby/katherine
Warnings: none??
Tags: animal death, corruption, insanity, minor violence, blood, angst and hurt/comfort, sculk corruption, possession, nothing graphic because i'm a baby who hates gore
Summary: Shelby's not doing so good with the whole sculk corruption, and it only gets worse when she's caught with blood on her hand by the one person she doesn't want to be caught by.
Febuwhump Day 22: "you weren't meant to be there here"
“What are you doing here?”
Eyes wide, Shelby felt her heart stumble as she met the disapproving stare of Katherine. Her hands shook slightly as she pulled them towards her body, the squelch of blood filling her ears as she fisted her hands. A quick look towards her fist and she made to hide them behind her back. “You aren’t meant to be here.”
“It’s my kingdom.” Katherine’s words are soft, her eyes drifting from Shelby’s own to the sight of her favorite sheep laying dead on the ground.
A nervous laugh bubbled in her throat, threatening to escape, “Yeah, but,” Shelby began, the words struggling to leave her mouth in a comprehensible way, “You were supposed to be elsewhere – Dawn, I believe.”
The taste of Gem’s village sour on her tongue. She didn’t know why – the sculk in her just hated her old friends. It hated their kingdoms down to her icy veins, infesting her brain with thoughts of tormenting them which made even thinking about them brought her flinching in disgust.
“Our meeting ran quick.” Katherine moved an inch forwards, hands held out in front of her as she did so. Shelby darted backwards in response, allowing the other to finish her sentence with a dejected, “Oli needed her help. A group of dead animals washed up on his beach.”
“Oh.”
That was probably her. Dark eyes darted to the animal at her feet – that was definitely her. She had wanted the egg that sat above the fire, the hiss of the sculk shrieking in her brain had all but filled her head when she had walked through Oli’s olipeligo. It really wanted her to take and grab and break and kill — but she hadn’t, she was good. She had just taken what she had needed from other animals around his place.
“Shelby, what are you doing?”
The answer was trapped by the nervous laughter, filling her throat to the brim. She felt like she was choking with everything threatening to boil out. Licking her lips, she swallowed down everything, letting the words drop to her stomach like a lead weight.
There were no words that would explain why she was doing what she was doing, why she had to. As amazing as Katherine was, she didn’t understand the darkness that came with the Evermoore —
She won’t understand, the sculk said, no one will ever understand us.
“Shelby?”
Worry laced Katherine’s voice. It tugged at Shelby’s heart; she wanted to answer the other, to console her, to make her understand what was going on and why Shelby was acting so strange, but she couldn’t.
The sculk wasn’t a liar: no one could understand. The whispers that came to her from the Evermoore were leading her to fixing everything that was wrong with the world – would help her solve her problems in the Witching World, and fix the holes that came into being long before any of them had set foot on the land, creating a rift that couldn’t be close just by entering it and asking a mechanical creature for it’s help.
Save us, Shrub!
Save us, Shelby!
Save us!
She shook her head, trying to stop the screaming that seemed to echo inside of her every moment she spent awake. She had to save those who called to her – she had to!
“You weren’t meant to be here.”
Katherine flinched back. Shelby covered her mouth as she realized the words did not come out as calmly as she wanted them to - instead having been near shouted in the quiet of the night.
“I’m sorry,” Shelby said, the words softer than before She pulled her hand away from her mouth, the scent of copper invading her nose as she did so, stupid decision to cover her mouth with a hand covered in blood. “I’m — I didn’t mean to yell at you, I’m sorry.”
Katherine seemed frozen for a second before she nodded, “It’s okay,” coming out soft and sweet, “I just want to help you – there’s blood on you.”
“It’s from the sheep.” Shelby poked at the carcass with her foot, “I killed a sheep – I killed your sheep.”
“I can see,” Katherine said, but there wasn’t any emotion in the other’s voice, just eyes sparkling with the start of unshed tears. “Why?”
Shelby didn’t know, not really. The voices had told her to, the whispers leading her towards Katherine’s home and to the prized sheep that Katherine had loved so much. Shelby remembered listening to the other talk lovingly about the sheep that now laid dead, and when the voices had told her she needed sheep’s heart, she had known which sheep she was going to get.
Guilt wiggled in her gut, playing friends with the lead feeling that her earlier words and the nervous laughter had created.
“Needed to,” she lied, the words leaving effortless. “Wanted to.” The truth always comes out in the end. “Had to.”
“Shelby?” Katherine moved forwards again, her footsteps a soft crunch against the grass and dirt. “You’re not making any sense, Shelby, I’m worried for you.”
“Don’t be.” Her words are quick, more fast paced then they normally are, with a shake of her head following as she continued, “I’m fine, I’m good – I’m fixing things.”
Katherine nodded, “Okay, that’s fine.” There was a shake in her voice that belied her words. “Can I help you fix anything?”
“No!” The words were forceful again as she took several steps back, holding her hands up between them. Katherine flinched back and for a second, Shelby felt bad, especially as it was probably the blood on her hands that caused it, but she didn’t retract her hands as she continued to back up, “No. This is something I have to do alone.”
“Shelby…”
She squashed the part of her that wanted to say yes, that wanted to stop backing away and let the dark haired girl help her, but the sculk shrieked at that idea, and she shook her head again, the repeated motion giving her comfort for some reason. “No, I can’t – you’re going to ruin everything if you try!”
Another step back.
The crunch of blood stained grass under the sole of her shoes pulled her thoughts away from her — behind her eyelids all she saw was herself monstrously luring the sheep from it’s pen, she could hear the laughter, feel the axe cutting through the air — Somewhere far away from her she could hear Katherine calling to her, gentle and kind and caring, “Shelby, please!” — but all Shelby could do was cover her ears, ignoring the feel of blood against her skin.
There was too much —
Just too much everything —
How was she to fix things if people kept getting in the way —
“Stay away!”
A gust of wind brushed through the trees, the wind rustling the branches and the leaves, the noise echoing in her ears even with her hands over them. It pushed Katherine back, knocking the black haired girl on her back, and allowing Shelby the chance to drop her hands and rush forwards to grab the heart from the sheep, her fingers messily dropping it in her witch’s bundle. A flash of gold hit her eyes – a bracelet that Katherine had gotten on her birthday from one of the older villagers in her kingdom after everyone in the village began to hate her and call her cursed – and she flinched back at the sight of it.
It was a sign that even with all the bad, there were some who still loved her – that even if she was cursed, she was still a person worthy of things, Katherine had said when Shelby had asked about it.
The sound of Katherine’s pained groan filled the silent space left between them.
“I’m sorry,” Shelby whispered, the words drifting towards the other on the wind and drowning out the sound of the sculk shrieking in her head, “I’m so sorry, please, Katherine, I’m sorry.”
“Shelby-“Katherine’s voice was strained as she began to lift herself up, “Shelby, wait-“
Shelby wanted to, she really did, but she couldn’t -
She’s trying to stop you, she’s trying to stop you, she’s trying to stop us.
“I’m sorry, I’ve got to – I lo- I’m sorry.” Shelby turned on her heels, the nervous laughter freeing itself from her lead weighted stomach, just the words that she wanted to say earlier sitting in its place. Her voice echoed through the plains as she rushed towards the river, a boat waiting for her as a swift and violent wind broke through the few trees that littered the way. Each step she took was followed by a clash of thunder, lightning brightening the sky as she took to her escape.
A storm was coming in, she could smell it in the air.
#empires smp fic#esmp s2#a: theancientcitylibrary#c: katherine#c: shelby#l: one shot#l: 1.4k#e: febuwhump 2024#s: febuwhump 2024#p: day twenty-two#p: “you weren't meant to be there”#g: angst#g: whump#g: hurt no comfort#w: implied possession#w: insanity#w: animal death#w: sculk corruption#w: blood#w: minor violence
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People worrying is their fic is too self indulgent like....... that is the point of fanfiction. You are supposed to indulge . Every fic is self indulgent
#a: theancientcitylibrarian records#me writing like 10000 words about a character that no one but me and my beta cares about#in a story that's a sequel for the story i'm currently trying to write#:)c#r: text post#q: please use the front desk for all in queue ities
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goodbye season 9 hello season 10!
#a: theancientcitylibrary records art#a: theancientcitylibrary records#c: doc#t: photo post#m: hermitcraft#actually perfect okay#q: please use the front desk for all in queue ities
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Remember, there is always a great big beautiful tomorrow.
#a: theancientcitylibrary records#r: art#t: photo post#q: please use the front desk for all in-queue-ities#a: theancientcitylibrary records art#m: hermitcraft s9#c: scar
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#a: theancientcitylibrarian wonders - ask games#a: theancientcitylibrary records#r: asks games#t: text post#q: please use the front desk for all in queue ities
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#a: theancientcitylibrary records art#a: theancientcitylibrary records#t: photo post#c: oli#m: empires smp s2#<3 love this#q: please use the front desk for all in queue ities
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i have so many things i want to share - a lot of it, though, is things that just will not make sense until i put in the work to give you the context, and like that's just so unfair. i've got worldbuilding, i've got linguistics, i've got characters, i've got plot!! but they're all things to a thing i've not yet shared and it's so frustrating to have it all written out and ready to share but just impossible to share - know that one day when i get the cotg verse off the ground (hoping to have the first story complete soon!) i'm going to slam you all with feels and angst and character development and character derailment!
#a: theancientcitylibrary shushes#t: text post#i have character arcs for characters ya'll ain't met yet and it's#just frankly ridiculous to have this so completed but not the main story!#i wanna gush about this fic series
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Huevember day 20: Home 🕯️
Pixlriffs tweeted this photo that happened to have the Vigil in it so I simply had no choice but to make this quick lil painting <3
The photo ^
#a: theancientcitylibrary records art#t: photo post#a: theancientcitylibrary records#c: pix#m: empires smp s1#lay me at the feet of this image and let me rot#the absolute supernatural way this is made perfect i will never not love#the coloring the composition the angles the simplicity and yet the complexity#it feels like a place that i knew once long ago and yet could never find again#- which honest is a thought i have bouncing around every time i think about the vigil and pixandria#but by the heavens above floweroflaurelin makes images that feel like you can hear and live in and ughh!!#art!#q: please use the front desk for all in queue ities
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twitch_clip
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day 95
today’s daily is brought to you by @spiderziege!!! thanks so much again marly you're literally a lifesaver
#a: theancientcitylibrary records art#c: false#t: photo post#a: theancientcitylibrary records#m: empires smp s2#m: hermitcraft#q: please use the front desk for all in queue ities
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bdubs' cyberpunk temple
#i want to leap through the screen and live in here!#a: theancientcitylibrary records art#a: theancientcitylibrary records#m: hermitcraft s9#t: photo post
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writers whenever they’re starting a new fic: I have these ✨ vibes ✨ now I’ll have to build an entire plot and write an entire fic about those vibes
#i just wanted to eat my sandwhich#and check tumblr not be called out like this lol#a: theancientcitylibrary records#q: please use the front desk for all in queue ities
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I feel called out hehe
#a: theancientcitylibrary shushes#:) writing is pain#t: text post#q: please use the front desk for all in queue ities
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I'm now even more intrigued for ATotD! As for me, I took the word 'gaze' as I quite enjoy it - and while this is one fic that'll take some time to see the light of day, it is a favorite of mine.
"I didn't take him," Xornoth said, his gaze towards where Katherine and Shelby were standing, heads bowed together. There was something in his look, a strange longing that caught Joel off guard, and as the meaning of it became clear, caused the contents of his stomach to roil as nausea all but slammed into him like a wave. Still, Xornoth continued, his voice soft as he spoke, "Not only can't I due to this cage, but I wouldn't - I got Pixl right where I wanted him, why would I remove him?'
I don't follow any authors to my knowledge but Valois, so @valoisfulcanellideux got anything else 😉. No, but really, to anyone who sees this and want to have a go, please share with the group!
WIP Tag Game
Rules: Rules: If you are tagged, you have to work on your WIP until you write a sentence that contains at least one word from the sentence given to you by the person who tagged you. Then post that sentence and tag as many people as you want. Tag-backs are not only allowed, but encouraged! >:)
@lady-merian just tagged me again in this game and suggested she should start a new reblog chain, which seems like a good idea--that other one is ridiculously long. I'm adopting the word thing from her in this sentence.
Perhaps a regime change was needed. Fresh blood and new ideas and all that sort of thing.
So if @lady-merian @winterinhimring @musewrangler and @let-the-whump-commence want to jump on this chain, feel free. (You may consider these tags just a transfer from the old rb chain if you don't want to be tagged twice.) If you want to take those tags elsewhere, that's okay too.
Tagging @rainintheevening (you said you want to write) and @griseldabanks
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the urge to talk about the fic you're writing and the urge to keep everything a secret so that people'll be surprised
#two wolves fight inside me#also hi sorry for being gone for so long#rl sucks#a: theancientcitylibrary shushes#i've got so much worldbuilding and like story thoughts#and my poor beta listens to me rant about it all
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