#oh ranchers

[sulatni-ree]

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inspired by wild life session 5 + some headcanons of the fandom :]

The moment Jimmy hears thunder strike – not from the wild card of the session, but from a fallen player – the joy that fills him quickly turns into something… burning. It doesn’t hurt, (in fact, it’s very pleasant), but he’s surprised about the sudden change. His teammates can’t offer him any advice about it, and he doesn’t dare to ask Grian at the moment as he’s still grieving.

He comes to the next person “best at handling problems” he knows, who also happens to be the one “best at handling fire.”

The sudden concentration of heat outside his not-so-flammable-anymore base made Tango raise a brow. The session is over, and though he can think of reasons to be on the receiving end of arson from this session, he doesn’t know why anyone would bother.

“Tango?” a familiar voice calls out. “Are you here, or?...”

He calls back as he fixes his belongings, “Hey Jimmy.” He hopes his smile is audible. His soft spot for the avian never faded away since they were soulbound, and they’re both sure whatever they’re feeling for each other has nothing to do with that mechanic.

“Could I… Mind giving me advice?”

“Give me a sec, hold on –” Tango finally secured his goodies from the Trivia Bot.

He walks out to greet Jimmy, (though he is also a bit confused as to why the other didn’t just walk in). “What do you need, songbird -”

He stops in his tracks.

Jimmy’s feathers are burning.

“What –” Tango approaches quickly, waving his hands around as an attempt to pat the flames down.

Jimmy laughs. “Tango, that’s unnecessary -”

“It’s unnecessary?” Tango feels himself heat up in anger directed at whoever caused this. “Jimmy, who am I killing next session -”

“You literally can’t do that. You’re green. I’m the one that needs the kill.”

“Then who am I helping you kill next session -”

“Tango!” Jimmy moves to grab Tango’s arms, and the latter moves away quickly.

“I’m running hot right now, Jim. You don’t want to touch me -”

“The flames don’t hurt me anymore.”

That stops Tango. “What?”

Jimmy flaps his wings, showing how the fire on the tips of the feathers continues to burn brightly. Even the few feathers on his face have sparks, and Jimmy isn’t flinching a single bit. Little puffs of smoke come out of it, similar to Tango’s flame of hair (if you can even call that hair).

Moving again, Jimmy finally grabs Tango, who snaps out of his shock the moment physical contact is made. His immediate reaction was to pull away, but Jimmy keeps his grip firm but gentle.

“I… I don’t think I’m quite a canary anymore.”

Slowly, his golden feathers envelope both of them. Tango watches carefully, instincts telling him to run, run, you’ll hurt him, but no signs of pain reveal themselves on Jimmy’s face.

“You’re like… a phoenix now,” Tango whispers in awe. The golden feathers look molten and bright with the fire, warmth seeping into his bones despite already being warmer than usual.

“Seems like it,” Jimmy laughs once more, and void Tango wishes to capture the vision in front of him for life. “I came here to ask how you handle your fire, since you were born with it and all, but…”

He motions between them, the gap closer than ever before without fire resistance potions now they don’t have to be cautious about Tango’s heat.

“... this is nice,” Jimmy finishes with a smile.

“Aww,” Tango groans fondly, “I don’t want to let go of you now. Mind me stealing you from your team?”

Jimmy slaps him lightly on the chest, “Don’t you dare! Unless you want Scar to come here and destroy your base again.”

“Fair.”

The two laugh, enjoying each other’s company and warmth.

[mayloony]

Happy update day everyone, have breeze and blaze ranchers as a little treat

[shepscapades]

7. Lincolnshire Posy: II. — Composed by Percy Grainger, Performed by the Dallas Wind Symphony

It’s been on my mind lately that I had a lot of these Spotify song requests that I finished and never got around to posting, so I’m gonna try to chip away at posting these over the next few weeks! BUT Hi Ghost :] It’s so funny this was the song you ended up getting the number for; I had actually listened to it on loop during the deepest trenches of ranchers brainrot however many months ago, so I’m really happy I ended up being able to draw something for them!! <3 This is also the part where I expose myself for being an unashamed band kid =w= Grainger’s one of my favorite composers, so I listen to his works a lot and couldn’t help associating the really soft hopeful horns with this kind of healing period for the ranchers ;w;

I probably won’t ever really go into the details of the m-1 server’s overall plot, but I think the general vibe for m-1 ranchers is that these little moments of soft sunlight and healing bones were some of the most needed for them, so that’s why scenes like this always stand out in my mind <3 Context aside though, I think m-1 ranchers are just super sweet so!! figured I’d Full-Send share this soft doodle of them :]

[lunarcrown]

Starting the year off right w some rancher goodness ft their “only one bed” moment from from eden part III

Jitties so confy…….tango so panic……

[leons-art-pit]

another installement of the "projecting my migraines onto tango" saga <3

the fact you can wake up having a visual migraine feels illegal but hey, that just means more blorbo angst :D

[moowashereee]

Hello! Your art is gorgeous, I love it so much! Would you perhaps consider a Tango and/or Jimmy for a humble Ranchers obsessor fan?

that's his rancher!!

this honestly isn't my best drawing by far :,> but tango is sooo fun to drawww

[tubbytarchia]

For the ranchers a bit more shleep i just really like charakters comfy and nice:Dc /nf

Eepies. Jimmy woke up to really sore wings but its okay because Tango

[twigsyy]

[comvi]

posting for @hexedbug my sona as some slime rancher slimes i like + a rancher because ive been playing slime rancher :3

[glitchh1337]

I’m baaaaack and with another fan princess!!

Chapter II: The painting

Quick summary of her chapter I: go down without blade, don’t say a single word to both the princess and your voices, and then sit down next to her & admire her like one would a painting until u starve <333

she’s mute and mostly stays still. She’s not super active and prefers to stay in one spot. Won’t be bothered if you decide to leave with or without her or just choose to remain with her again, but she’ll be disappointed if you stab her. She’s like a canvas when you stab her although I don’t imagine her dying just from a stab wound like how a painting isn’t automatically ruined if it has a small-ish hole in it. You’d probably have to slash her completely before the princess is truly slain and you “save the world”. If you take your life like how you do in any other route here you successfully slay the princess, you’ll get Chapter III: The Sketch… which I have just now thought of and have no info on.

I have her cabin too!! Def based off of cubist art style and Picasso, but more as an inspiration than a reference

Sadly I don’t have a voice counterpart for her yet 😔 I don’t know whether to lean towards excited artist wanting to learn how to draw certain things through observation or that one guy that is way too serious when going to the art museum and admires each art piece for way too long

Also heavily fixating on my own ocs so this blog might turn into a multi fandom blog… except the other fandom is of my ocverse that has a max of like.. 2-4 people in it, including me

[lgalacticjayl]

Ok, as your resident cowboy enjoyer and person who works at a shoe store take hermitcraft*+ but what cowboy boots they would wear. Don't ask why just accept this

[mcytmerchhub]

DOUBLE LIFE CHARMS DROPPING ON FRIDAY!

[kosmicpowers]

I love series about catching/fighting/befriending little creatures. All of them. One of the best types of media dare I say.

Oh it's so easy to win me over.... get me a mildly interesting concept to base some little freaks around and I'm in.

[leons-art-pit]

plate up duo my beloved

drew this while watching a vod where they try stir fry and they're very fun to watch <3

i need more plate up streams that i'll be able to actually catch live (i think i've only seen the live ones when tango and brody were streamin it on fridays lol)

[nicsian]

Rewatching Double Life and hearing the absolute rage in Tango's voice when the ranch is burned down by Scar.. and then you hear Jimmy trying to calm him down with small uncertainties and soft nothings....THIS IS CINEMA

[jinxedruby]

Whumptober Day One: Race Against the Clock

Featuring Twilight, Wild, and Four.

Here we go for the... second time this year. Yeah, I didn't plan this out very well. Burnout be damned, we're doing this. I'll be doing half-and-half of this and Inktober with companion pieces. The "next part" link will go to the art piece once it's up, then to the next chapter, and so on. We'll see if I can do all of this one as well!

Heads up for some wound description in this chapter.

AO3

Next part ->

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A sharp whistle startled Twilight from a deep sleep. He jolted upwards, fumbling for his sword as vertigo swirled in his head. A growling roar sounded beside him. Something heavy slammed into his chest, sending him crashing to his back with a grunt. Teeth flashed in his vision, something sharp digging into the skin of his chest. He threw his hands up, caught the wolfos’s neck before the jaws could close around his throat. A strained cry escaped through his gritted teeth as he struggled to get the wolfos off of him. It snarled and snapped its teeth inches away from his face.

A short yell preceded the sound of metal through flesh. The wolfos yelped and Twilight managed to hurl it off of himself, scrambling up with a gasp. Wild darted past him and plunged his sword into the monster again, finishing it off. Twilight quickly snatched up his own sword, yanking it from its scabbard and whirling around to locate more enemies. He saw Sky swiftly kill a wolfos, Wind cutting down another behind him. He turned farther, but there didn’t seem to be any more monsters.

“Is that- is that it?” Legend said breathlessly, bare feet twisting in the grass as he looked around, sword raised.

“Seems like it,” Sky replied.

“You okay, Rancher?” Wild asked, wiping his blade on the grass.

Twilight nodded then winced, reaching up to rub his stinging chest. He stuck a hand down his shirt, gently brushing his fingers along the skin. He felt wetness and some shallow abrasions, but it didn’t seem to be anything serious. “Just some scratches.”

“I’m sorry for not waking you all sooner,” Time said with a frown. “I didn’t hear them until the last moment.”

“No worries, old man.” Legend collapsed facedown into his bedroll. He mumbled something into his pillow before going still.

Twilight patted his chest lightly, frowning at the blood seeping into his shirt. It really didn’t hurt all that much, but he should probably get a bandage over it to at least keep his clothes clean. As he pulled a roll of bandages from his bag, he noticed Warriors standing at the edge of camp, sword still in hand.

“Where’s our smith?” Warriors called.

As if in response, distant howling rang out. The haunting sound echoing out into the night sang familiar to Twilight’s ears. The song of a hunt. He stiffened. Barely giving himself time to pull on his boots, he shoved the bandages into his pocket and sprinted into the trees.

“Rancher-!”

“Hang on, I’m coming with!” Wild cut off Warriors, jogging after Twilight.

Twilight heard Time say something to Warriors but he didn’t pay attention, hurrying away from camp as quickly as he could. As soon as he deemed it far enough away, he shifted into his wolf form. Immediately, the sharp, tangy scent of blood became glaringly apparent. Another howl came, this one accompanied by a yell, high with pain. He shot toward the sound, Wild dashing after him. The scent of blood grew stronger as he went. He spurred his legs on faster, the trees whipping by in a blur. A dark splatter of blood painted the grass just ahead. He lunged over it, followed the trail of red droplets beyond it. He heard growling, spotted a blob of black and gray through the trees. His ears flattened. The wolfos didn’t even have time to turn before Twilight dove into it.

He sank his teeth into the wolfos’s shoulder and held on as they rolled in a mass of fur and claws. It landed on its back, Twilight tearing at it with his teeth. The wolfos howled and thrashed. It kicked its back legs, claws ripping slashes along Twilight’s middle. He yelped and rolled away, pain burning in the wounds. The wolfos growled and pounced. He darted out of the way, the wolfos streaking past. It readjusted quickly, claws of its long forelegs digging into the ground as it turned. It and Twilight lunged at once, the two colliding midair. Twilight’s teeth found its throat. As they hit the ground, he clamped down and yanked. Something snapped, blood burst into his mouth. He twisted and flung the wolfos to the ground. He held on until the wolfos’s flailing turned to twitching. He only released it once the monster fell still.

He stumbled back and collapsed to his stomach with a huff. He lay there for only a moment before abruptly remembering Four. He forced himself to his feet and turned. Wild stood several paces behind him, sword drawn, staring at him with wide eyes. Twilight froze.

“Well, damn,” Wild said simply. No fear in his voice. Twilight relaxed minutely then returned to looking around, trying to find any sign of Four. The smell of blood choked his nose, coming from seemingly everywhere. He absently licked his muzzle, then grimaced as he realized why everything smelled like blood. He shifted back into a human so he could clean himself up. Searing pains erupted in his abdomen and his wolfish yelped warped into a human cry.

“Rancher!” Wild shouted, hurrying to his side.

Twilight hissed through his teeth, wrapping an arm around his middle, the other braced against the ground to keep his balance.

“It’s fine,” he gritted out, struggling to push himself back into a kneel. The lacerations along his chest cried out in protest. “Just- just smarts.”

“That does not look fine,” Wild replied, brow furrowed as his gaze darted around Twilight’s abdomen. He reached for his slate. “Here, I-”

“No, we have to find the smith,” Twilight interrupted. He forced himself to one knee with a grunt, willing the burning of his wounds to subside faster.

Wild grabbed his shoulder to keep him from standing. “I will find the smith, you will take a potion.”

Twilight opened his mouth, reaching to push Wild’s hand off of him, when he heard a soft noise. He went still, holding a finger to his lips. Wild quieted, glancing around. The sound came again, hushed and cracking. Twilight turned to the direction it came from, narrowing his eyes at the forest.

“Guys,” a small, weak voice croaked.

Twilight and Wild both shot to their feet, the former stumbling as pain burned deep in his wounds. He blinked the reflexive tears from his eyes, following Wild to the tree the voice had come from. It appeared half dead, bark graying and cracking, shrubs encroaching on the space around the trunk. Stubby, splintered remainders of branches stretched toward the sky, devoid of leaves. Not immediately seeing Four, Twilight circled the tree, trying to find him. A dead wolfos lay beside the tree, Four’s sword sticking out of its skull. Twilight moved faster, eyes darting between ferns and bushes and trees.

“Is he up top?” Wild suggested, craning his neck back to look in the branches.

“Smith?” Twilight called as he completed the circle around the tree. He kept one arm pressed to his chest, resolutely ignoring the harsh stinging in his flesh.

“In- in here,” Four called weakly.

It seemed to come from directly in front of them. Twilight moved around the tree again, frantic confusion fraying his nerves. Just as he opened his mouth to call out again, his gaze landed on a spot in the trunk partially obscured behind a shrub. He crouched down, shoved the branches of the shrub aside. Doing so revealed a small split in the trunk of the tree, wider at the bottom and tapering off about a foot or so high. The widest part appeared barely big enough for him to fit even his hips through, let alone his shoulders. But it might have been just big enough for a very small hero. He positioned himself by the bush to keep it pushed aside and ducked down.

Four lay huddled on the ground inside of the hollow tree, half-curled to fit within the trunk. Both of his hands pressed to his right thigh, doing little to staunch the flow of blood. The red liquid utterly soaked his pant leg and the hem of his tunic, growing into a pool beneath his leg. He slowly turned his head to look at Twilight, eyes hazy, blinks long and languid.

Twilight’s heart leapt into his throat. He threw a shout over his shoulder. “He’s in here!”

“Wh-” Wild lunged toward him, crouching and wedging in beside him to look into the hollow. He sucked in a breath through his teeth and immediately pulled out his slate, tapping the surface rapidly. “Smithy! How’d you get in there?”

Several beats passed before Four responded with a hum. “Dunno. Ju… just dove f’r it.” He looked paler by the second. The edges of the pool of blood beneath his leg crept steadily outwards. His face scrunched up. “Think I’m gonna be sick.”

Glowing blue strings sprouted from Wild’s slate and merged together into the shape of a bottle. Wild snatched up the potion the moment it finished forming. He nearly dropped it, cursed, fumbled to stick his arm through the split in the trunk, and held it out to Four. “Can you keep an elixir down? Should stop the bleeding.”

Four’s gaze settled on the bottle, brow furrowed. He stared at it for a very long moment before slowly taking a hand off his leg and taking the potion. He kept one hand pressed futilely to his bleeding thigh, struggling to open the bottle with the other. After several failed attempts, he brought it to his mouth and pulled the cork out with his teeth. Spitting the cork to the ground, he drank about half before his movements stalled. Then he slumped all at once, arm going slack, the half-empty bottle thudding to the ground.

“Smithy!” Wild shouted.

Twilight stretched his arm into the hollow, only to find Four just barely out of reach. He cursed, lowering onto his back and pressing as close to the tree as he could, stretching his arm out as far as it would go. The movement caused the wounds in his chest to protest but he pushed past it. His fingers brushed the fabric of Four’s tunic. They scrabbled before hooking around the edge of his hood. Tightening his grip and praying this wouldn’t hurt Four any further, he braced his other hand against the tree and began dragging Four out. Pain screamed from the gashes along his chest and he choked on a yelp, screwing his eyes shut.

Hands wrapped around his underarms and pulled. He clenched his teeth against the onslaught of pain as Wild hauled him back. He kept a death grip on Four’s hood, dragging the little smith out of the hollow and onto the grass. The moment he came free, Wild released Twilight and rushed to Four’s side. Twilight struggled to sit up, black specks fizzling in the edges of his vision. He blinked them away in time to see Wild’s hands hovering over Four’s leg, face stricken. Eventually, he just wrapped his hands around it best he could before throwing a helpless look up at Twilight.

“You don’t have bandages?” Twilight asked breathlessly as he moved to check Four’s pulse. The little smith’s face was stark white, chest rising and falling in time with his quick, shallow breaths.

“I- it- it’s all back at camp I only have what’s in my Slate,” Wild stammered.

Twilight knotted his lips. He didn’t have anything on him, either. He’d only grabbed his sword before- His eyes widened. He dug a hand into his pocket, withdrawing the wad of bandages he’d grabbed for himself before the howling started. He’d forgotten he had those. He quickly took Wild’s place at Four’s side. He grabbed the edges of the hole in Four’s pants and tore it open wider. Blood completely obscured the wound and he mopped some of it up with the bandages. Large puncture marks wreathed the smith’s thigh, oozing dark blood that trailed over his leg even as Twilight wiped it away.

“Bite marks,” Wild realized.

“Must have been the wolfos he killed.” Twilight wound the bandage tightly around Four’s leg before any more blood could be lost. The movement pulled at the wounds on his chest and he bit back a groan. He absently pressed an arm to his chest after securing the bandage, watching as little circles of red bloomed on the cloth. If the half of a potion Four drank had slowed the bleeding, it wasn’t by much. “We need to get him back to camp.”

“Wait, wait!” Wild’s call just as Twilight moved to lift Four made him hesitate. Wild leapt up and dashed back to the tree. He lay flat on his stomach and shoved his arm into the hollow. After a moment, he reemerged with the half-empty potion in hand.

“You drink the rest,” he said, hurrying back to Twilight and holding it out. “You’re still bleeding a lot.”

Twilight opened his mouth to refuse before refocusing on the severity of the burning in his chest. He would need to carry Four, but the pain of the wounds would make that difficult. Not to mention it would probably take longer that way. He chewed his lip but relented after a moment, accepting the potion and downing the rest. Wild darted off again as he did. Twilight heard a wet sounding shunk before he returned with Four’s blood-slicked sword in hand. Twilight gave him a grateful nod before lifting Four up. Pain flared in his chest but at a more bearable level than before he’d drunk the potion. The moment Twilight made it to his feet, Wild began leading the way back. Twilight trotted after him, trying to avoid jostling Four as much as he could. He hadn’t exactly been paying attention to where he’d been going on the way here and felt glad Wild remembered the way back.

He glanced down at Four’s pale face. Four’s breaths came shallowly through whitened lips, but he still breathed. Twilight held onto that fact as he tightened his grip on Four and quickened his pace.