#Empires spoilers

[lackablazeical]

[Part 1 - Joel / Part 2 - Joey / Part 3 - Katherine / Part 4 - Sausage / Part 5 - Gem / Part 6 - Lizzie / Part 7 - Jimmy]

Yall gonna piss me off because there is NO content of season 1 Fwhip I'll kill the ENTIRE fucking Fandom with a gun

No angst with the siblings that isn't gem focused??? No angst with Fwhip feeling powerless and destroying himself in an attempt to fix everything??? Fuck off!!!!! 💥💥💥💥💥 I'm smarter than ALL OF YOU!!!!

Jkjk but I am sad he isn't a big favorite in the Fandom 😔 he has a lot of potential okay 💔 and YAH this redesign is entirely headcanons but you can sue me for that alr. I know my rights

So first: his arms rotted off from the withering effect. Sausage/Gem weren't effected, bc sausage just blood letted out the infection for the blood sheep to heal and Gem is magic soooo yeah. He replaced them with mechanical arms powered by Redstone (Redstone triggers electrical signals to cause the crimson vines to contract like tendons/muscles)

Bc this happened he also affixed a permanent attachment of his elytra to his back, so he is one of the rulers w/ permanently on display wings (I mean unless he's sleeping but shhhh)

He is covered in Redstone powder and some empires citizens are afraid of him cus he looks like he's bloody all the time 😔 his red lined eyes don't help this either, or coughing/wheezing red smog clouds occasionally snrk

Also he is twins with Gem, his hair would also have a gradient if it was longer/washed more (he's gross) and his scarf is a gift from gem!!! It has Redstone stones on the end, kinda inspired by that one. Bloody pearl choker I'm like reminded of SNRK also adds to blood themes. I know sausage is the blood themer but shhhhhh hush hush. Ik some ppl hc he's a vampire, I don't vibe w/ that tho I like to think he's just a freak fr

The speedpaint this time is supes boring but I gotta keep the tradition so look below tha cut ⬇️

[ssseriema]

this ending was so cute it felt like stepping on a rake and getting hit in the face with it like a cartoon character (positive)

[shepscapades]

Pls spare me I did this in 2 minutes but. First of all. What is mr. Solidarity up to. What is this skin. and. Secondly. … so this is the fit right guys (help. Help me)

[roenais]

well i think she's coping with her problems just fine

edit: oh yeah this is a screenshot redraw i forGOT

[fr-likes-chocolate]

So if you couldn't tell by my recent sobbing posts, I finished Scott’s Empires Season one.

I am totally fine and normal about it. (lie)

Anyway I can't stop thinking about how Scott never made a castle megabase, I'm sure there are some irl stuff that kept it from happening but Ive come up with my own little in-universe explaination. (this does contain spoilers, I know this series is 3 years old but you have been warned)

After the death of his parents at the hands of his brother, Scott was crowned ruler of the ruins that were Rivendell. Xornoth’s betrayal and corruption had wreaked havoc. He was considered barely an adult by elven standards.

So he slowly rebuilt what was once the great land of Rivendell. It took many years, but everything soon was restored.

Except for the castle. Scott had been putting that off for a long time. The place where he once had grown up alongside his older brother, where he had studied the affairs of mortals and trained to become prince. (because everyone thought the eldest, Xornoth, would inherit) it was where his parents were murdered in cold blood by his far too gone brother and where Scott’s happy and normal life had ended.

Scott had all the rubble cleared out from the area, and he had drafted the blueprints for the new castle to be built. Then, as one often does, he got busy with other things, building a cod sanctuary from Jimmy and later a garden for Kathering, his out of control ice powers, a road mandated by Fwhip, and Winterfest all grabbed his attention from the big project.

But by Aeor’s horns he would finish the castle or die trying! He had all the materials, all he needed was some rare dark oak from nearby and...

The ground shook, and after a quick meeting with the other emperors, Scott ran straight back to Rivendell to find it in ruins once again, with Xornoth at it’s epicenter.

And that was the last time anyone saw the elven king alive.

Scott never finished the castle, hell Rivendell was basically back at square one again, but now the entire royal family was dead. With no one left to rule, the elves scattered to the other kingdoms.

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

THAT MOTHERFUCKER

[floweroflaurelin]

So Pixlriffs’ finale is a masterpiece and I’m experiencing a lot of emotions right now ✨🌻✨

For my own reference I made a transcript of the monologue and thought I might as well share it! It's under the cut to avoid spoilers but the whole first 8ish minutes of his video are typed out. I recommend watching at least that much, if you haven’t yet, because it’s really something worth hearing.

We are not done.

Not yet.

Our stories do not begin here, and neither do they end. But before they fade into obscurity, as so many events do, there is one more story left to be told.

[It is the Story

of

the World.]

It’s important to remind ourselves that history is an account of events remembered—and there are so few left who remember, so it mingles with myth and hearsay, folklore and fireside stories. This is the account of just one man, and others may recall the tale differently. Others still may decide to change the narrative to suit their own ends. And this, it must be said, is no bad thing. So it goes.

[Sun setting

over

our Creation.]

—

In a long-lost age before records truly began, our world was built by Titans (or so it is said). The lands they created became home to people who would seek to emulate and even to surpass that act of creation, and that would eventually bring about their destruction. But destruction is simply part of a cycle. Nothing is ever truly lost.

Those who foresaw the destruction fled before it could bring the walls of their homes down around them. And many who had been downtrodden and overlooked saw it as their chance to find a new life for themselves.

Thus began a great migration, leaving behind the old nations of the world and striking out for somewhere new, a life untethered from the follies of their former state. And though the road was long and treacherous, and many fell behind in the wake of such an awful endeavour, new bonds were forged in the fires of adversity.

As time passed, and more joined the great caravan, the host became a nation of its own, a glorious congregation sharing one purpose, singing the same resolute song. Though the road was long, they were homeward bound.

And a home they found nestled in a mountainous landscape, one that might have been carved by the very bones of the gods themselves. There they planted roots, drank deep from the water, and continued to grow. The farmers sowed new fields and raised new flocks. The work of many hands turned to building a new city. And together the architects conceived a castle upon a great plateau that would stand as a monument to their past apart and their future together. To them, the castle itself would tell the Story of the World.

Stone-whisperers from Mythland and the Grimlands, well-versed in masonry of all kinds, sculpted its walls from the abundant rock of the nearby mountains quarried for the glory of their new capital. They wrought rock and iron, carved and timbered their great halls, and raised mighty towers to stand atop the grand cliff.

The mages of the Crystal Cliffs brought knowledge of magic and the beauty of gemstones, and theirs was the sanctum at the heart of the castle, ever-seated at the Ruler’s left hand: their shield and protector.

A tribute was raised to Gilded Helianthia, whose ruler was still revered in the hearts and minds of many, and in time she became their warden against the spectres of the past, carrying the twin burdens of light and shadow on her shoulders; a burden with which the people of Rivendell were all too familiar.

And below, far below, the engineers of Pixandria sought to reproduce the jewel of their empire. A mechanism that would surpass the work of the Copper King himself.

Not all who came to found the Ancient Capital remained for long. Like dandelion seeds, the people of the Overgrown were scattered on the wind, alighting on the mountaintops and valleys. The vast majority of them came to settle in the rolling meadows of Chromia, which was renowned for the richness and beauty of its dyes for lifetimes after.

In the absence of their king, the nation of Mezelea resettled in new badlands, establishing laws and ordinances of their own. Many of them had been armour stands before the king imbued them with life, and some found this a hard habit to shake.

The people of the Cod and Ocean empires, bereft of the waters that gave them life, took to diving in the rocky pools of vast caverns and their affinity for stone grew. Over many generations they adapted, becoming the green-skinned race that folk came to know as goblins—their pointed ears the only remaining vestige of the fins they had once had.

For the gnomes of the Undergrove, this was a homecoming! They had long dwelled here before their exodus through the Nether and the fairy circles of the Evermoore welcomed them with open arms.

And the villagers of the Lost Empire, hiding in plain sight amongst the caravan of peoples, sought to find a place where they would be unburdened by this facade of humanity, standing at last on their own two feet.

But the boundaries of this land were ever-changing, and the nations soon found the cataclysm they had left behind had weakened the walls between their world and others. Waters rose and fell unpredictably; incursions from other realms were possible, bringing chaos in their wake. The tide of history churned and rippled.

None now remember how the Capital fell, only that its remains have lasted: an epitaph to all they had achieved together.

And just like before, new nations would arise. The pirates of Eversea ruled the waters from their secret cove. The inventors of Cogsmeade arrived sailing in from the air on their skyships—only to find whole buildings floating in the golden kingdom of Stratos. Rumours abounded of a Sanctuary hidden in the deepest jungle for those who knew the way.

Their tales are better told by those who knew them well. Our stories do not begin here, and neither do they end. But for this tired historian, it is perhaps best to leave these things in the past and begin to look towards the future.

For whatever comes next, we who have sown the seeds can only hope for a bountiful harvest.

[r3nrit]

World’s prettiest cowboy 💫

[redstonedust]

lizzie bombing her own city just to catch jimmy stealing anvils is so funny. its not like he was a known criminal or anything yet she just did that to f*ck with him. she is SUCH a good mayor trust her +

[spacetrashpile]

thanks martyn

[Transcript: A splice of a clip from Jimmy’s Empires finale and the Snapcube Sonic Fandubs.

Martyn (as the old sheriff): Lots of women to love, lots of men to love-

Penny (as Sonic): Woah, he’s bisexual, I didn’t know that!

End Transcript]

[cuippedtea]

The whiplash of  empires episode recording vs limited life recording day ! ! !

why are his tits out. 

[doodle-list]

Ok but imagine Jimmy opening a secret compartment and it turns out the reason why his gunpowder farm/shop never has any stock is because he’s been stashing it away for the villain arc fkgjfkgkfgsl

[rhapsoddity]

So what if instead an elytra he got fae wings 🤔

[phosphorus-noodles]

I am mentally unwell. I will never recover from this ever. Lizzie. Lizzie I will never forgive you for this. Lizzie why would you do this-

[bucket-of-amethyst]

HERMES DIDN'T MEAN THAT IN THE END OF JOELS EP TRUST ME ITS JUST-- IT'S JUST THE TEENAGE PHASE TALKING!!! YALL DON'T WORRY ITS FINE THEY HAVE A LOVELY FAMILY OK OK

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

scott and jimmy really both took their emotional support besties that they shoehorned into their series and said see you LATER, losers and i love that for them