#gunpowder empire

[saym0-0]

realised i never posted this which is a crime so here ya go drunk tim and raph at a fancy party

pose reference is by @adorkastock on here :33

[keyslox]

this one clip lives in my head rent free I swear pix was SO happy to have a goat

[mapsontheweb]

Map of Ottoman, Safavid, and Mughal “Gunpowder” Empires

[pa-rou]

Love… loses!! lol

[elytra-thief]

WOAGH, dog

[syn4k]

Pix: -gonna get a boat and bring the cow back here.

Fwhip: [laughing] That's probably a good idea.

Pix: We need- we need a portable milk dispenser at this point, and that's- that's what I'm- that's what I'm looking for, so uh be right back!

[cut]

Fwhip (deadpan): You got a goat, didn't you.

Pix: [laughing] I BROUGHT A GOAT! :D

Fwhip: Oh, no!

[viridis-mundo]

City with no name, person with no history

A thousand years ago, Pix voluntarily went into the desert and never returned. A thousand years later, it still has consequences. A short look at friendships that span lives.

"You’ve been spending a lot of time here lately," Pix smiles, there is no claim, no hint of suspicion. The smile is soft, he is simply observing the fact. The sky is blue, the grass is green, the ancient city that Pix is working so hard on has no name. Fwhip has been spending a lot here lately.

It is the middle of summer, and the sun stands high and shines for a long time, making its way even underground to the goblins. Gobland is cooler than the surface, but everyone still works a little slower and a little lazier than usual. Fwhip decided to stop construction during the heat wave. However, when your hands are not busy with materials, it turns out, that he has too much free time.

"Are you against it?" almost escapes Fwhip, but something inside him is suddenly afraid - what if he really is against it? What if suddenly Pix will say that he is tired of the company and overall the goblin is getting under his feet? What if he suddenly leaves? Which is honestly hilarious. Pix may disappear for a day or two or even a week, but everyone knows that this man has simply buried himself again in some ancient hole and sighs in admiration over half-broken vases.

"Someone should make you warm up, old man, otherwise you’ll wither away like your precious artifacts," Fwhip grins, kindly, of course, and Pix laughs too, a little muffled, as if from afar. Fwhip is again overwhelmed by the feeling that Pix is going to disappear right now. Pix has always been... Fwhip doesn't want to use the word "weird" because it implies that everyone else was normal (which they weren't), but there was always something ELSE about Pix's presence. He will tell you a fact and then add something ELSE that he shouldn't know, he will ask you a question, but there is something ELSE in the question, but you don't know for sure what it is, you will say the answer and he will hear something ELSE, incomprehensible to you. And then he will smile again and for some reason, you will feel sad.

"As if I don’t have enough warming up without you, little children," he is only like maybe eight years older than Fwhip, but Pix again looks into the distance, at the restored castle, and in his eyes is the regret of an immortal. Fwhip resists the urge to grab Pix by the sandy (it's blue-gray) shirt, like a really small child afraid of losing a parent at the festival. "I do need some fresh air from time to time," Fwhip adds more quietly, still hoping to keep his voice light-hearted, but, judging by Pix’s look, failing catastrophically. Pix looks at him closely, but not as intensely as, for example, Scott, with his magic eye, or Gem, with the carefree attitude of a princess, but with hawk's sight. Pix’s gaze is soothing, like a heavy blanket after a nervous day, like a mug of warm milk before bed, like the quiet dance of stars in the night sky. And just as centuries ago, people looked at the sky and looked for constellations, so Pix is always looking for something in someone else’s soul. With the precision of an archaeologist, he unearths long-forgotten (or buried) emotions, and Fwhip has always taken this as a challenge.

I have nothing to hide! Here I am!

But today, under Pix's magnifying glass, something too forgotten turned out to be, something that Fwhip was not ready to face. This something had a taste of redstone, gunpowder, and for some reason sand. The sand got into his teeth, into his nose, into his eyes, and that’s probably why Fwhip found that his eyes were watering. He nuzzles his nose into Pix’s shirt (it’s blue-gray), and he smells of copper - he was working on the copper aging machine underground. And this smell also calms, but for some reason, the tears keep flowing and flowing.

"I’m not going anywhere," Pix says quietly, hugging Fwhip back. And there is no consolation in the voice, only a promise, as if he was going somewhere, but changed his mind. And Fwhip believes, he nods his head, as if agreeing with the decision, and holds Pix even tighter.

A thousand years ago, these same hands could not find a sand shirt to hug and cry into. A thousand years ago, Fwhip stood alone in the middle of a desert that stretched for thousands of miles around him and wept alone. A thousand years ago, Pix voluntarily disappeared into the desert. A thousand years ago his friend did not return.

"I'm here," Pix says again as Fwhip calms down under the setting sun. The night embraced friends.

[valoisfulcanellideux]

Meet me at the Forge tomorrow morning, fWhip’s message had read. Been thinking about what we discussed, and I think I’ve come up with something that’ll be super useful. Might save us a lot of time if I can get it figured out! “You’ve been figuring it out all night, haven’t you?” Pix murmured fondly, shaking his head with a smile as he crossed the floor toward fWhip, who was slumped and snoring gently over the rough-hewn table that he used as a makeshift desk when drafting plans and redstone schematics. A dark blue cloth was thrown over the top of the desk, spotted with scorch marks and tiny spark holes, and atop it a grimy piece of paper lay crumpled beneath his hand. His goggles were discarded to one side, hanging precariously from the corner of the desk by their strap.

A fun little one-shot of Gunpowder Boys friendship/fluff, inspired by this adorable fanart by @keyslox

[hewmitcwaft]

i used to have thsi webkinz that id soak in milk and it was sopping wet all the time and t hen id throw it at the wall and itd make a loud thud

[dailygunpowderboys]

[raurquiz]

#happybirthday @IAMLenaHeadey #lenaheadey #actress #300RiseofanEmpire #gamesofthrones #prideandprejudiceandzombies #themortalinstruments #TheJungleBook #Terminator #TheSarahConnorChronicles #Dredd #ThePurge #Trollhunters #TheFlood #GunpowderMilkshake #9Bullets #WhiteHousePlumbers

[keyslox]

fWhip’s forge is cool…

[buildheight]

[ ] They've been running to [ ] the world [ ] so that silent creeping [ ] habit [ ] Never [ ] stories [ ] them so. [ ] tracing over the borders of [ ] fWhip [ ] Gem [ ] Sausage [ ] They don't remember [ ] They do not miss [ ] Nothing [ ] again.

blackout poem of two trout gasping on a june shore by ao3 user sesquidpedalian which honestly might be the best empires fic ive ever read

[poisonheartfrog]

At this point the Evermoore is a disc 13 farm

[megabuild]

gunpowder funpowder

[syn4k]

it's your favorite duo! and they're up at 3am for some reason!