#false of cogsmeade

[xkaru-karux]

for requests, perhaps empires!false?

the steampunk cooper queen herself :)

[aroaceascension]

GHOST CLEO? GHOST GEM? GHOST FALSE? give me ghost women toastito

I might have mistaken a copy of her

[terminal-gallows]

“But everytime, I would wake up in my own bed, safe and unharmed .. Until, one day I didn’t ..”

Day 8: False Symmetry, Empires season 2

False was such an amazing character I wish we got to see more from her and about her character, Of course I cant help myself but dive into a bit of horror which makes sense because this false..has something odd about them.

[katkat030]

There’s a new building in Cogsmeade. This is a normal occurrence. The sun rises in the East, a budding empire adds a new structure to its grand collection. It doesn’t belong. It fits so well.

Day sixteen of @definitelynotshouting's definitelynottober2024 prompts, The Anatomy of the House.

[kelp-my-beloved]

Most people avoided going to Cogsmeade.

It wasn’t because of the location, though the fact that it was so far away from the rest of the empires did not help. People found their way to Tumble Town just fine, after all, and a few brave tourist could be seen around the Evermore. No, it was more like… a feeling.

It was a creepy place.

Sausage shuddered as he set a foot on the entrance to the bridge, the feeling wasting no time on settling. As he walked to the entrance, his eyes darted towards the structures, some new, some not exactly old, but old enough that they should be at least a little weathered by the pass of time. Roads that should show traces of carts and horses, seats that should be worn down on the most popular spots.

Instead, they looked as perfect as the day they had been built. The only sign that time had passed was the thin layer of dust that seemed to cover everything.

The man from Sanctuary reached the doors that officially separated the empire from the rest of the word, and pushed one open. It took him more effort than he had expected, and it cracked as it gave in, but he crossed it either way. It closed back again as soon as he let go of it, and Sausage realized that there was probably supposed to be some sort of mechanism to hold it open, like a weight on its base, or some sort of roping system.

He couldn’t manage to find any of them. Maybe False had forgotten to install one. Something told him that he was the first person in a long time to open it.

As if to confirm his suspicions, Sausage looked down at his hand, only to find it covered in dust. He shook it off on the side of his pants, hoping to get rid of the nervous energy with it.

The man couldn’t find an explanation as to why he had decided to go through the door. He had an elytra; had arrived by air, in fact. Landing on the other side wouldn’t have taken him more than a second. It was what every emperor did, after all, hence the fact that the door was so out of use.

Because everybody knew that the only ones who ever visited the place were the other emperors, and only did so when they absolutely needed it.

Sausage tried not to let that show. It’s not that he felt specially comfortable in what was basically a ghost town, but it would be rude. Besides, he believed in not judging a person by how creepy the place that they lived was. Even if it looked more like a Halloween’s attraction than a home.

Well, it wasn’t really a ghost town, was it?

It had one habitant.

That did nothing to better the general unease feeling that overcame the visitors. In fact, it almost made it worse. The Great Architect, as she signed her messages, was almost as skittish as the animals that lived around, almost never showing her face unless she absolutely had to. But you could almost feel her eyes on you, as you walked on her lands, even if she wasn’t there. False had a knack for appearing out of nowhere, and it led people to be almost paranoid about the woman’s whereabouts.

The fact that almost everyone had caught her silently watching them from the distance did not help.

So, yeah, False was a cryptid, but Sausage had always been good with unusual creatures. Dolores was proof of that, after all. If he could befriend a warden, he could win over the elusive woman.

Besides, he had a feeling that she could really use a friend. Even if she hadn’t realized that yet.

He continued walking towards False’s base, and as he got closer, the signs of life started to appear. The fields of crops that he had seen even from behind the door, too big for a single person, started to show signs of actually being picked up and replanted towards the edge closer to the mountain. He actually saw a few cows on the giant pasture on the left, just the appropriate amount to substant the habitant of the empire. A cat meowed from the top of a platform.

Sausage had always been more comfortable with animals than people, and even if he had grown out of shyness a long time ago, their presence still gave him some sort of reassurance. And even if the wildlife was still too shy to show itself around, a wild contrast with Sanctuary, the few curious eyes that glared on his direction managed to relax him enough to make him let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding.

A few chest and barrels were scattered around, this ones with a messier look that spoke of frequent use. Sausage didn’t need to open the ones near the gates to know how empty they were.

The stairs leading towards the doors didn’t creek under his weight, but you could see it was frequently used in the way the dark oak had weathered into a lighter color, showing the path people usually took. Sausage looked at the way his feet instinctually fell on those spots.

It wasn’t light enough for how old the stairs really were, and there were some parts where the light spots abruptly ended, as if someone had taken the effort to replace the planks as their color washed out. He wondered if it really bothered False enough to justify the effort of constantly rebuilding the structure, or if it was simply something to do, a way to fill a day. Sausage was no stranger of working as a way to release nervous energy.

There was another barrel, right next to the door. On it, a few stacks of iron waited next to enchanted books. A paper was hung on the wall behind.

In what he had learnt to recognize as False’s messy writing, the pieces of the items were laid, next to a note indicating how to place an order, for the enchanting books, and how to operate the farm on her balloon, in case you needed more iron than what she had at the moment.

And that was it. No large shop like the one he had on Sanctuary, or mysterious underground structure like the one by Pixlriffs’ place. No even a statue like the ones on the Bridge. Granted, since she put her balloon there, most people didn’t bother to come all the way here.

He took a deep breath. Knocked once. Nobody answered.

“False?” Sausage called after a moment, knocking once more. “It’s me! I was wondering if you had a moment to discuss trading!”

Granted, there wasn’t much to discuss, thanks to her careful labeling system, but he still liked to talk for a while when doing business. Catch up on his friends’ lives, what they had been up to.

Last time they talked, he had gotten involved in some sort of clone, secret spying, undercover agent, kind of situation. Besides, he had gotten himself some good diamonds.

Positive interaction, all around.

He wasn’t sure False got many of those.

“False?” He tried one more time, before giving up. She wasn’t there.

He looked around. He really, really didn’t want to investigate the place on his own, but he felt like it would also be kind of silly to have to make the whole trip another time if False was hanging out on the other side of the river. Or on the iron farm. He looked on its direction. Unlike Hermes, he had never been a fan of floating structures.

Towards the isle it was.

This time he used his elytra to glide across the distance. He didn’t want to cross the bridge, or walk alongside the forest. They would probably be as creepily-perfect as the gate had been, and if you added that to the inexplicably lifeless forest, well. He felt much better flying over.

(He had never seen a single animal roaming the forests of the empires. Hadn’t even heard a bird.

He didn’t want to think of a reason as to why that was)

The island was as perfect as the rest of the empire, maybe even more so. The only vegetation besides grass had been carefully planted by the Architect, the trees attentively nursed until they grew strong enough to fend for themselves. Only their shape, twisted on one direction by the strong winds that seemed to never relent, could be called natural. It was the only part of the town that looked… Alive. Real. Unperfect in the way only life and time could shape.

Sausage walked through the streets, between buildings. They were fully furnished, chairs and tables placed so perfectly that it looked like a picture taken from a magazine. And still, the curtainless windows, the perfectly made beds, they were all details impossible to ignore once you noticed.

He walked faster.

[kippsnaps]

False of Cogsmeade!

Most of my favourite lore and buildings, from empires season 2, was from False. Genuinely one of my favourite perspectives!

[curseddistinguishedly]

E!False giving herself a title of Grand Architect of Cogsmead would actually be a really important step to healing for her if it wasn’t completely destroyed by an unfamiliar tower, that if anything radiates danger, in her empire. Imagine trying to give yourself a tangible identity only for it to to slip away from you in a matter of weeks because one day a building appeared that perfectly fits in, and yet looks so foreign and wrong, and you know it isn’t yours despite days spent convincing yourself you just don’t remember building it. Someone could just take the title away from you and then who are you without it?

[ollyolyoxenfree]

maybe pearl (gilded helianthia) and false (cogsmeade) for the swap?

this one was actually surprisingly challenging!!

send an ask requesting two emperors and a season, and ill swap them !!!

[luigra]

i have a request/idea for a joe hills skin! cogsmeade inspired for the time he spent working for false during the empires crossover, ,no specific design to pull from tho :')

Y'know, like, nyah? Don't hire cat army boys as your security.

So..... THAT took a while! For this one I& did the sketch itself ages ago and then just happened to not really have the time to get to the request, BUT!!!! it was such a cool idea that I& couldn't get it out of my& mind!! Here's the sketch I& did for this to figure out the design, since working from reference is much easier for me& when it comes to skins!

And the skin file <3 As usual, no reposting but feel free to use! (P. S., I& posted this on my& PlanetMinecraft! Feel free to check me& out there! Not putting a link just in case so that Tumblr doesn't block it)

[redstonedust]

as much as i would love to see more of e!false i think the lack of a finale would honestly drive me crazier /pos. like. the last we saw of e!false was actually a good ending point for her? she's turning a new leaf, opening up cogsmeade to be more welcomeing, and trying to move on with her life.

but hc!false doesn't know that. the last thing she really said about the arc was that she's prepared to fight if they encouter eachother again. if we dont revisit this arc then theres forever gonna be an implication that false is watching her back. and considering she was willing to wipe her 'sisters' memories and throw her through a portal to god knows where, you could argue that having that weight hanging over her head is karma, really,

[lurking-lark]

It is undoubtedly fascinating how Pixlriffs' explanation on how he can see the sculk blocks in people's empires changes depending on who he talks to. For example, he explains his ability as a technological advancement to False. While to Joel, it is because of lore. Pixlriffs describes it as some sort of magical eyes to Scott and as a personal magical ability to Sausage. Then during his time in Olipelago, he says that it was powered through Oli's music.

Now, there could be many interpretations to this peculiar event. A simple quirk. Or a way to ingratiate himself with the leaders of other empires. But I like to view it in a different manner.

This is a sign of respect. In Mythland, do as the Mythlanders do. Or in this case, say. Different cultures have different terms for the same thing. What they call as personal magic in Sanctuary is seen as lore in Stratos. What is called technology in Cogsmeade can be dubbed as a magical artifact in Chromia. Although admittedly, terms are not as monolithic as it seems. Simply because people of different empires interact with each other and their use of words mixes with one another. In this way, the world of Empires truly feels alive.

The changing explanation of Pixlriffs also builds his character. It makes him an archeologist with an open mind and a breathtaking amount of knowledge. Knowing and consciously choosing to use another empire's terms show this. It somewhat also sets him apart from other people in Empires.

Pixlriffs is a nomad. He belongs to no empire. He is restoring the Ancient Capital, which is an empire long gone. He could have been a descendant of the people from the Ancient Capital. But no one really knows. The terms he use for his personal ability are his own. In a way, it is another reason why he use other empires' language. Because if he uses his own, there is a great chance that people would not understand him.

[cornercritter]

false, building for cleo: as someone who hasn't ever built a clock tower before...

cogsmeade:

she's either still continuing the lore or just doesn't count it as a tower but.... wah. idk this is making me FEEL THINGS..... i miss you cogsmeade

[slashmagpie]

“Aw, man,” Gem complains, skidding in to land on the floor of Grian’s cave basement. “I missed it! Darn Newfoundland time zone.”

False, who is also here for some reason—perhaps she’d been here for the send-off, and simply… stayed after everyone had left? That doesn't sound right, but—glances over at her, eyebrows scrunched together. “But can’t you just… you know.” She waves her hand. “Go back whenever you want?”

Gem huffs. “Yeah, but I wanted to say goodbye. Give ‘em a proper send-off, you know?” She grins, gesturing casually to the sword on her hip. “After all, the Princess of Dawn is a pacifist.”

False snorts. “Probably for the best you weren’t here, then. The time it would’ve taken for them to get back after you killed them, the Rift would have closed.”

“Yeah, probably.”

Gem stares at the portal, now cold and dark stone, no longer humming with life. No longer a gateway to who-knows-where. Honestly, it’s probably for the best. It’s not good when people who don’t know what they’re doing start messing with interdimensional travel. And Grian definitely doesn’t know what he’s doing. He’d needed a robot to do it, for goodness sake! 

False is also staring at the portal. Gem sends her a sidelong glance. “You didn’t go with them?” she asks. 

False frowns. “Why would I do that?”

“Um, you know, Cogsmeade and all that?”

“Ohh,” False says with a tone of realisation. “You’re talking about the other one.”

Now it’s Gem’s turn to be confused. “I’m sorry—the other one? There are two of you?”

False stares blankly back at her. “Um, yeah? Wait, you didn’t think—you didn’t think she was me, did you?”

“I—yes? Yes! Obviously I did, False!”

“Oh. Well, no, we’re different people. She has her empire, and I have my hermits, and I like it much better when those things are kept far apart, thank you very much.”

Gem splutters incoherently. “False!” she cries. 

“What?” 

“I—you—what?”

False sighs. “She’s my evil twin. Clone. Whatever. I didn’t want her hurting anyone so… It’s for the best that she’s over there.”

“False. False. I’m over there, False! And so is—is fWhip and Sausage and Scott and Jimmy and—you didn’t think we should know about this?”

Something flashes across False’s face too quick for Gem to read it, replaced quickly by her usual disaffected stare. Gosh, Gem hates that sometimes, how hard False is to read. “Well,” she says, awkwardly, “I guess you know now.”

“And when you say evil…”

“Just… don’t worry about it, okay? I don’t think—I fixed it. Probably. It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“Well now I’m gonna worry about it, False! This is worrying!”

False sighs. “And this is why I didn’t tell you.”

Gem feels oddly hurt by that statement. “What? Because I’m worried?”

“Yeah, you’re, y'know, freaking out. You don’t need to freak out. Everything is fine.”

“Everything is fine,” Gem echoes.

“Exactly.”

Gem… sighs. “Okay,” she says. “Okay, I’ll believe you.” She turns her gaze back from False to the dead portal. “Huh,” she says, after a long moment. “You know, I thought it’d feel… different. More grand. This is… So much has changed, and now it’s over, and it’s just… quiet. Don’t you feel that?”

“...I guess,” False says, after a moment. “Maybe we should have thrown a leaving party. Then again, maybe that would have been in bad taste.”

“What do you mean?” 

“Don’t you know what today is?” False’s eyes widen at Gem’s blank look. “You really don’t, do you?”

“No? Why, what’s today?”

“It’s been a year,” False says. “You know, since, uh. Season Eight. Moon. All that.”

“Oh,” Gem says. Then, “Oh.” 

“Yeah.”

“Has it really been a year? It feels… it feels longer, doesn’t it?”

“Does it?” False asks. “I was thinking it feels shorter.”

They’re quiet for a moment longer.

“I hope they’re doing okay,” Gem says at last. “The Empires people, I mean. I hope they’re…”

False raises an eyebrow. “Can’t you just go check on them?”

“I can,” Gem says. “I could.”

“Then why don’t you?”

Gem balls her fists in the fabric of her skirt and squeezes until her knuckles turn white. “We were there for a long time. I think I want to stay here for a bit.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Gem lets out a breath. Forces herself to let go. Turns to face False fully. “I think I want to stay.”

False studies her for a moment, all sharp edges and sharp eyes. “Good,” she says at last. 

Gem asks, “What about the other you? Don’t you, you know… want to see her?”

“The other emperors will look after her,” False says. “I don’t… My place is here. I mean, I couldn’t go if I wanted to”—she gestures to the lack of portal—”but I don’t want to. It’s… I told you it’s fine, remember? So I don’t… I want to stay.”

“Good,” Gem says. “I don’t know what we’d do without our False.”

False snorts. “Oh, I know, you’d all be a right mess without me. Not an ounce of common sense between all of you.”

“Hey, that’s not fair!” 

“Yeah? Name me one, one hermit that wouldn’t—”

They’re interrupted by a clatter of machinery and turn to see Grian frozen behind a fallen metal panel. The three of them stare at each other for a long moment, deers frozen in the headlights.

“Grian!” Gem cries. “Were you eavesdropping?”

“In my defence,” Grian says, holding up his hands in surrender, rockets clasped in one fist, “you’re in my base. If you don’t want me to hear your conversations, get out of my house.”

He has a point. Unluckily for Grian, Gem also has a point—the pointy end of her sword. She pulls it out, and hears False do the same beside her, and they both take a threatening step forward. Grian yelps and takes to the sky.

“After him!” False cries, leaping into the air.

Gem pulls out her rockets and follows, shooting up out of the hole and into the twilight. She dives down and falls in line alongside False as they follow Grian away from his base. 

“What is it you were saying about hermits doing stupid stuff?” Gem calls cheekily, and punctuates her statement by flying straight into a wall.

GeminiTay experienced kinetic energy.

<Grian> HA

<FalseSymmetry> dw I got your stuff 

<GeminiTay> thanks false 

<GeminiTay> <3

[breoasis]

for doodle requests... a falsesymmetry perhaps? as a treat? :]

Cogsmeade False my favorite normal girlie, nothing was wrong with her, she was very sane and rational in fact!!!!!! She never did anything wrong

[hmshermitcraft]

False and Gem have marks on their bodies. Not tattoos, no, it's a mark to signify that they're the rulers of Cogsmeade and Dawn. False has cogs that slowly move on her back. And Gem has a sun mark that glows on the back of her neck. The hermits have grown quite fond of these marks, they make sure to show the two just how much they love the marks.

The marks are absolute marvels to observe. It's unfortunate they're often hid beneath clothes, so they make the most of any opportunities they're visible. False and Gem also smile every time they see the hermits watching them. It's sweet.

[inbetweenhours]

Having big feelings about my fanon Empires SMP timeline and worldbuilding so I'm handing out the list of the names I use for both the season one and two emperors, as well as their parents (and siblings).

I think I was doing slow reveal with my family doodles but I was looking at them again and I miss them, so names below the cut!

Note!

Names in quotations are the "true names" of characters who deal with fae naming conventions ;]

I bolded the cc's character names just for readability :]

Have fun! I don't offer any culture/lore explanations but if u wanna ask about why things are the way they are I'll answer reblogs and asks with delight!

SEASON 1

Queen Mairieth (Ansley) and Prince Consort Druindar (Devnet) of Rivendell, parents of Prince Smajor (Scott) and Prince Xornoth (Conan)

Lady Fable G and Lord Casilo E of House Sausage of Mythland, parents of Mythical J of House Sausage (I totally fucked this up in the art and called them king/queen, that's not true lol)

Empress Angie of The Ocean Empire, mother of Princess Lizzie and Prince Jimmy

Emperor Marley and Empress Kimber of The Lost Empire, parents of Prince Joey, Prince Mickey, Princess Nickey, and Princess Tammy

Lady Kitty (Kaitlyn-Aldreda) of House Blossom, parent of Lady Katherine(-Elizabeth)

Queen Ariel of Mezalea, predecessor of King Joel

Mr LeeryDoe & Ms KeenBronze from The Grimlands, parents of FailWhip* and GeminiTay

*FailWhip is Fwhip's given name, Fwhip is a nickname he prefers.

Guardian Jillian and Aureate Moon of Gilded Helianthia, parents of Pearlescent Moon

Queen Techna Riffs and Vigil Keeper Innov Riffs of Pixandria, parents of Pixl Riffs

Shrub Berry's parents canonically have names already (Fern and Rose Berry) so I havent replaced them :]

SEASON 2

Starting off saying because of how my fanon works for empires the following Emperors won't have named parents: Joel, False, Oli, & Gem 💔

Joram M of House Sausage, King of The Gilded Mythlands & Ms Saga, servant of House Sausage; biological parents of Mythical J (Sausage) of Sanctuary

Mrs Jessie & Mr William Solidarity from Tumble Town, parents of Sheriff Jimmy Solidarity

Mrs Clink & MrThwip from The Goblands, parents of Fwhip

Mr David SaorseBright & Ms Ailis MajorHart, parents of Lord Scott SaorseMajor of Chromia & Conan SaorseMajor

Mrs Taffy & Mr Jodie from Animalia, parents of Mayor Lizzie

Mrs Bonnie & Ms Rob from Eversea, parents of Pirate Joe

Queen Christine and King Theodore Elizabeth of Glimmer Grove, parents of Princess Katherine Elizabeth

Tekh RiffSafe & Jane Lakcrash from Cogsmeade, parents of Pix LakRiffs

I also named Witch Shelby's Grandmother Willow :]

That's everyone! Thank u for indulging me if you're reading this! I have so many thoughts about Empires <33