Rec-Cember 2025 Day 15: Empires SMP [50]

[mrsluigivargas]

Empires was the 4th SMP I ever watched! (The first three being SOS -> Castaways -> The Guild) I got into it because I got into Pixlriffs via SOS and wanted to know about that other fandom most of his fics were tagged as, lmao. And then from this I jumped to Hermitcraft, and the rest is history!

Season 1

always gold to me by weareallstardustfallen
General Audiences | Major Character Death | Gen
fWhip, GeminiTay, PearlescentMoon
Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Missing Scene
2,581 words | One-shot
Pearl was waiting nearby, huddling with her wings wrapped around herself like a blanket, and she looked up when they exited. Her eyes were red.
“They found-” Pearl swallowed, then started again. “They found his will.”
The ground dropped from beneath Gem’s feet.
“His will?” she whispered.
Or: The aftermath of Sausage's death, from those who loved him most.

City with no name, person with no history by viridis_mundi
General Audiences | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Gen
fWhip & Pixlriffs
Emotional Hurt/Comfort
794 words | One-shot
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.

Dirt. by Napsaur
General Audiences | F/M
Lizzie LDShadowLady, Joel SmallishBeans, Pixlriffs
Fluff
2,892 words | One-shot
The adventures of Lizzie going onto land for the first time, making friends, and being fond of the weird dirt guy.

Enter Stage Left, Pursued by Welcoming Committee by darubyprincxx
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen
Pixlriffs, Jimmy SolidarityGaming, Joel SmallishBeans, Lizzie LDShadowLady, fWhip
Hurt/Comfort
3,217 words | One-shot
Pixl, hearing through the grapevine that Xornoth is threatening to return, stumbles back home after two months of no contact and sits down heavily on his bed.
His allies, who heard through the grapevine that he was finally back, practically kick down the door of his house about an hour later and strongly encourage (read: force) him to do some self-care.
Or,
The Copper King gets yeeted into a blanket and pillow pile at one point by an immortal ten foot tall ocean goddess.

había una vez by GoodTimesWithScar
General Audiences | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Gen
MythicalSausage & PearlescentMoon
Time Travel, Magic, Angst
2,955 words | One-shot
Pearl is not, and then she is, and then she is so much more than she ever was -
or, Sausage and Pearl create each other, infinitely -
or, the story of Pearl's apotheosis, or, the story of Sausage of Mythland's futile quest, or, the story of an unbreakable bond.

i won't feel guilty for that by weareallstardustfallen
General Audiences | Gen
Pixlriffs & MythicalSausage
Angst, Hurt/Comfort
1,749 words | One-shot
It was the middle of the night, and something was moving outside.
Pixl got out of bed near-silently and grabbed the trident and shield he always kept nearby, creeping to the door. Pixandria was quiet, mostly sleeping, with only a few still awake. There were some guards out, of course, but none of them would have been so loud.
Pixl knew his city, and he knew the difference between how it sounded when all was well and when there was an intruder.
Or: Sausage didn't come back to life the same, and Pixl is the only one who can understand. That doesn't make them friends.

i’ll see you in the future when we’re older by ellieloves2read
General Audiences | Major Character Death | Gen
MythicalSausage & PearlescentMoon
Hopeful Ending, Bittersweet
759 words | One-shot
the fall of mythical sausage and pearlescent moon, and what comes after.

(i'll tend to the flame, you can worship the) ashes by darubyprincxx
Teen And Up Audiences | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Gen
fWhip & GeminiTay & Pixlriffs
Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Post-Apocalypse, Bittersweet Ending, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant
80,405 words | 26 chapters
They get out.
After Xornoth lays the world at its knees, Gem and Fwhip take what's left of their possessions and go west on a dragon, intending to leave this world as intact as possible.
They started this journey with two, but a new person joins the party.
Or, Pixl really, really needs a hug.

in the shadow of the flame by Medievalish
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen
MythicalSausage & PearlescentMoon, PearlescentMoon & Xornoth
Blood and Violence, Hopeful Ending
7,918 words | One-shot
The hay was done and the harvest brought in. The gardens were grown and the slaughter—
She was in the empty arena.
It wasn’t empty.
“—”, someone whispered, and it was/n’t her name.
After the arena, Pearl dreams, and fights.

Mano a mano by Oregano_man
Teen And Up Audiences | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Gen
MythicalSausage & PearlescentMoon, GeminiTay & MythicalSausage
Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Angst with a Happy Ending
5,860 words | 2 chapters
Sausage tries to reconnect with Pearl after finally being free of Xornoth's corruption. Tears are shed, mistakes are made, and the moral of the story is that having a friendly fist fight is only sometimes the answer to all of your problems.
Oh, also that recovery isn't a straight and narrow path.

Of Terracotta and Moss by Ophelia_of_the_Woods
General Audiences | Gen
Joel SmallishBeans/Lizzie LDShadowLady, Joel SmallishBeans & Pixlriffs
14,145 words | 6 chapters
We always knew what the King was thinking.
From the first moment our terracotta skin was imbued with the magic of Mezalea, we felt our ruler's presence without stop. Though the kings and queens that ruled would pass, their legacy survived in us, the last tenant of their touch. Their presence was featherlight on us yet bore down without pause. It was soft and kind, a guiding voice that told us what to do.
Whatever instruction we were given, we performed without hesitance or complaint. We didn’t have a will of our own, so completing tasks was our primary function. In that cess of our minds, the King's voice would rumble through us, giving us instruction. Whatever he said we would do, for his will was the most important thing in the world to us.
Serving our King was our sole purpose, and we would never stray from that path. Godhood is not granted without sacrifice. The clones care as best they can.

Sausage Supreme by Always_Indigo
Mature | M/M, Other
fWhip/MythicalSausage, fWhip & GeminiTay & MythicalSausage & PearlescentMoon
Mild Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Multiplicity/Plurality
4,338 words | One-shot
Exor was defeated, Xornoth freed from the evil god of darkness. Meanwhile, while trying to recover from the corruption, Sausage keeps getting odd blackouts. It's not who you think-

Soul Keeper by FelicityPhoenix
General Audiences | Major Character Death | Gen
Pixlriffs & Empires SMP Ensemble
2,944 words | One-shot
While the world is ending, Pix is gathering his power. All of it. He knows he needs every scrap, for the world is being torn apart, and with it, his friends. Pix is the Prophet of Death, The Copper King, The Vigil Keeper of Pixandria, The Braincell Holder of Empires SMP, and he will not let his fellow rulers die.

survivorship bias by Bee_4
General Audiences | Gen
Jimmy SolidarityGaming
9,264 words | One-shot
A codfolk is fished out of the water in New Pixandria with extremely spotty memory, a lack of ability to comprehend speech, a certainty everyone is dead, and a certainty that's all his fault. These are the first few days after that.

the pain will make you crazy - you're the victim of your crime by Jinx72
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen
Jimmy SolidarityGaming, Lizzie LDShadowLady
Post-Finale
24,012 words | 2 chapters
Jimmy runs, Jimmy runs from everything he has ever known, everything he's destroyed, and finds the smallest, tiniest, isolatedist place to call his own - serving out a sentence he'll never finish atoning for. But he's not very good at being cruel - even to himself, and when people reach out to him for help, he helps.
Even when that person might be a painfully familiar pink-haired young woman who doesn't remember him in the slightest.

when every star fall (brought you to tears again) by nhojungle (not_just_dreamers)
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen
Joel SmallishBeans & Pixlriffs
Post-Canon, Post-Apocalypse, Grief/Mourning, Body Horror
1,686 words | One-shot
The Mad King of Mezalea is well used to the world passing by them.
It’s easy to forget that the server is full of humans with soft, squishy bodies.
Joel much prefers the malleable feel of clay below their hands.
Humans are complicated.
Clay is clay.
###
The Vigil mourns.

Season 2

a place to call home by FulminateTheSun
General Audiences | Gen
FalseSymmetry & MythicalSausage
Hopeful Ending
3,023 words | One-shot
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.
or; Sausage visits Cogsmeade for iron, only to find the cryptic Architect trying to make her empire more welcoming

all the while join and sing this song by sesquidpedalian
Teen And Up Audiences
Pixlriffs & Scott SMajor1995, fWhip & Pixlriffs, Pixlriffs/Oli TheOrionSound
Fluff, Friendship
6,711 words | 3 chapters
Pixlriffs calls himself an archaeologist. In one sense, that is exactly what he is. In another sense, a mouthpiece for the universe could never be just one thing.
Or: Pixlriffs as custodian, caretaker, and curator.

another day, another headache by foxtrot_writes
Teen And Up Audiences
Gen, M/M
Pixlriffs & Oli TheOrionSound
AU - Dunmeshi Fusion
1,947 words | One-shot
It is a lovely morning, and Pix is a stupid archeologist.
Or; there’s a chimera loose on empires, and Pix decides to find it.

Blessings in Disguise by Amethystfairy1
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen
Pixlriffs & MythicalSausage & fWhip & FalseSymmetry & Oli TheOrionSound
AU - Mutants, Found Family, Angst, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Kid Fic
18,923 words | 6 chapters
Pix was getting what was good for him. He was getting paid, and the labs were a shield against anything too terrible happening to him, so long as he was careful. He turned a blind eye to the things that made his heart feel heavy....but hey, this city was broken long before he was even born. There was no reason for him to shoulder the burden of trying to fix it. Maybe if it had mattered so much, his predecessors ought not to have so irreversibly screwed it all up in the first place. Then again, it wasn’t all their fault, either. Only so much you could do, in a place like this, with bedrock and secrets, straining and lies. It was enough to give anyone pause.
Pix tried not to do much pausing, though. That is, until he accidentally saves a little voidwalker from plunging to his death, gets his wallet stolen, buys some sandwiches, and witnesses the anarchy. As it would turn out, those were all such horrible things...but maybe...no, definitely...they were blessings in disguise.
{In which Pix hates feelings, Sausage can't get a job, False is stronger than she looks, Fwhip does crimes, Oli wants a soda, and all it takes is a little anarchy to fit a family together}

Care by cutebear439
General Audiences | Gen
Joel SmallishBeans & Pixlriffs
Hurt/Comfort
601 words | One-shot
Pix closed his eyes as Joel continued the tour across Stratos. As beautiful as the floating city was, and it was very beautiful, Pix wasn't the biggest fan of heights. Or they weren't of him.

Cowboys Are Better Than Gods, According to Hermes by AstronautBeans
General Audiences | Gen
Jimmy SolidarityGaming & Hermes, Jimmy SolidarityGaming & Joel SmallishBeans
Fluff
1,942 words | One-shot
A deep sigh escaped him. Where was the kid’s mother? Surely he’d warned his people enough to let them know not to get too close to the train while things were still under construction. He laid his hammer down, wiped the sweat from his brow to swipe it against his grimy shirt and stepped onto the sand to find the kid.
He didn’t know how he’d missed the strikingly white toga and wings on his back and feet. But his steps stuttered as rounded the corner and saw the kid. This wasn’t a kid from Tumble Town. They came from Stratos.
They weren’t just any kid either. He didn’t need to look twice to recognise the son of Joel and Sausage.
Hermes.
Or, Jimmy finds Hermes in Tumble Town and promptly becomes their uncle.

forever sunflowers by the_nerd_youre_looking_for
General Audiences | Gen
MythicalSausage & PearlescentMoon, Joel SmallishBeans & MythicalSausage
Reincarnation, Religious Imagery & Symbolism
3,053 words | One-shot
When Sausage was very young, he dreamed of a golden woman.

Frozen Fingertips by AstronautBeans
General Audiences | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Gen
Pixlriffs & Oli TheOrionSound
AU - Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort
3,881 words | One-shot
He didn’t think he’d ever be fed up with the sound of music. Happy, upbeat music even. It was his entire brand! And yet … Sitting in the entrance to the only building in Olipoligo, shoes inches away from snow, he couldn’t help but shoot a glare upwards.
In the distance over the peaks of the mountains laid Dawn.
Even from the shore he saw the festive lights colouring the clouds, and the music echoed far and wide over the lands.
Oli couldn’t blame them for festivities and parties. Not during the winter. Not during the months of celebrations.
They didn’t invite you. They don’t want you there.
Usually that didn’t stop him. He was and would always be the guy showing up wanted or unwanted. But today the voices plagued him with unkind words, unrelenting and with a cruel passion.
Or, Oli freezes to death but is rescued from his spiral by Pix.

Gin and Juice by mxMallory
General Audiences | Gen
Jimmy SolidarityGaming, Hermes
3,038 words | One-shot
Thirteen, the young boy knew, was bigger than twelve. And when the adults were talking about the rulers of this land, thirteen was the number they used. Not twelve.
It was obvious to him that the adults would not make up another empire during serious conversation amongst themselves, so it stood to reason that thirteen had to be the true number.
Perhaps...it was a test?
[Hermes sets out on an adventure to visit the thirteenth empire, home of The Sheriff.]

good grief by GoodTimesWithScar
Teen And Up Audiences | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Gen
Pixlriffs & Oli TheOrionSound
AU - Modern Setting, Aromantic Characters
5,466 words | One-shot
Oli moves into a Murder House, which seems like nothing more than a reason why it was cheap, until it doesn't.
(or, a ghost and a bard in a haunted house, what will they do! kiss? no)

Great View From Down Here by gemswizardhat (LatteHatesCoffee)
Teen And Up Audiences
Hermes & Joel SmallishBeans & MythicalSausage
Hurt/Comfort
1,697 words | One-shot
Turns out floating islands are not a great place to leave kids unsupervised, who could've guessed?

Hard Work by
General Audiences | Gen
Joel SmallishBeans & MythicalSausage
Fluff
709 words | One-shot
Joel makes a late-night stop by Sanctuary when he hears how hard Sausage has been working lately.

Hermito, Chriso Mou by ImperialKatwala
General Audiences | Gen
Joel SmallishBeans & MythicalSausage & Hermes
Domestic Fluff
2,997 words | One-shot
Hermes is surrounded by magic. That has been a fact of his life since before he was made. He was surrounded by magic, he was made with magic, and now there’s even more magic around him. And it changes, depending on where he is.

is not a toy by Bee_4
General Audiences | Gen
Three & Jimmy SolidarityGaming, Jimmy SolidarityGaming & Joel SmallishBeans
Post-Canon
3,323 words | One-shot
Three and Jimmy catch up with one another after the Hermits find themselves on the Empires server. Three has some opinions about this place. Jimmy's mostly just happy to see it.

just because he's your enemy doesn't mean you can't pay him a genuine compliment by the_unwritten_ruler
General Audiences | Gen
Jimmy SolidarityGaming & Joel SmallishBeans
Enemies to Friends
917 words | One-shot
Prompt from Tumblr: "if Sheriff Jimmy puts down his pride, only for a second, and gives ONE (1) compliment to God Joel, then Joel - the super insecure wet dog he is - would immediately become his bitch"

Little Shulker Boy by Floef
General Audiences | Gen
MythicalSausage, Joel SmallishBeans
1,901 words | One-shot
Joel and Sausage went to the End to get some Elytra and some cool loot, but end up taking home a bit of a bigger responsibility.

Merge by funkily
General Audiences | Gen
Dark Sausage & MythicalSausage
874 words | One-shot
“We’re here to merge.”
Dark Sausage barked out a laugh.
“Absolutely not.”
“Why?” Sausage asked. Dark Sausage stared at him, “All it’d do is set things back to the way it was before. Before everything.”
Or: the moments between Dark Sausage's defeat and his and Sausage's fusion.

Mirror Mesa \\ That I'm alive again by Ace_of_Arthropods
General Audiences | Gen
Jimmy SolidarityGaming & Joel SmallishBeans, Joel SmallishBeans & Joel SmallishBeans
AU - Canon Divergence, Enemies to Friends
7,183 words | 6 chapters
In which the king of Mezalea takes a thousand-year depression nap, and wakes up in a world where everything seems just a little bit off.

mists in the dog-days by darubyprincxx
General Audiences | Gen
Pixlriffs, MythicalSausage
Canon Compliant, Hurt/Comfort
2,432 words | 3 chapters
After several thousand years of no contact, Pixl shows up at Sausage's sanctuary and simply asks for a place to stay before he gets set up.
"I'll feed the sheep," he says. Sausage agrees.
Or, Old friends show up under new roofs.

My beloved friend by VenusAndVibes
General Audiences | Gen
Pixlriffs & Oli TheOrionSound
Fluff
999 words | One-shot
Oli loves his friends. Pixl is no exception

No Greater Threat by TheAmberShadow
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen
Hermes & Joel SmallishBeans & MythicalSausage, Jimmy SolidarityGaming & Joel SmallishBeans
Identity Reveal
6,047 words | One-shot
When the cult trying to plant roots in Empires threatens Hermes and traps Sausage and him, Joel doesn't think things can get worse.
And then Jimmy reveals he's a Listener. Joel knows what he's done and he knows he stands no chance. For some reason, this doesn't seem to be on the Listener's mind.

Of Children and Constructs by JustAnotherGeekyAuthor
General Audiences | Gen
Hermes & Joel SmallishBeans & MythicalSausage
2,588 words | 2 chapters
He comes into existence by the side of a path, a god bending over him and putting a sign in his hand. His bones are sticks and his joints are tied with twine, all haphazard and barely holding together, but made with care. He isn’t quite aware, not yet, but he is real enough to remember this later, to remember the day he was born.

oración sin respuesta by GoodTimesWithScar
General Audiences | Gen
MythicalSausage & Oli TheOrionSound, MythicalSausage & PearlescentMoon
Emotional Hurt/Comfort
3,543 words | One-shot
Because she's - it's - because it's Pearl, and he knows it's Pearl, and all the innocent denial in the world can't convince him that she's not the second coming of his Goddess. Where Santa Perla walked the earth a thousand years ago, sunflowers springing from her step… she's here again. Mythical J. Sausage as her witness, the holy mother returns.
It's enough to make a prophet go insane, just a little. Okay, a lot.
Sausage is having a mild nervous breakdown about this whole PearlescentMoon thing. Oli helps.

revolving doors and things that tend to shine by sesquidpedalian
General Audiences
Pixlriffs & Grumbot
Angst
3,369 words | One-shot
“…Grumbot?” Pix tries. “Can you hear me? Do you… Have you been here this whole time?”
GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STO
The paper runs out of room before Grumbot runs out of his metaphorical breath.
or: Pix goes to add the latest (and biggest) exhibit to his museum. Grumbot, immobilized in the wreckage, yells at him.

sale la luna by GoodTimesWithScar
General Audiences | Gen
MythicalSausage & Oli TheOrionSound
Religion, Hurt/Comfort
3,163 words | One-shot
After the Empires go home, Oli walks in on Sausage looking for his goddess.

the measure of your worth by GoodTimesWithScar
General Audiences | Gen
Jimmy SolidarityGaming & Joel SmallishBeans
Emotional Hurt/Comfort
3,860 words | One-shot
In which Hermitcraft is much less lore-steeped than Empires, which is a good thing for Jimmy, but not so much for Joel.
(or, the joel is five foot six on hermitcraft fic!)

The Scientific Method by cydanite
General Audiences | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Gen
Pixlriffs, Oli TheOrionSound
1,871 words | One-shot
Pix's fellow emperors weren't sure what to make of their friend flinging himself back into his work after the tea party. They were happy, of course, that the consequences of his strange death hadn't deterred him from his work. Pix loved what he did, it was clear to see. Uncovering mysteries big and small, learning of what had once been lost. None of the standard doom and gloom associated with ghosts had accompanied Pix's change. He was still the same old archaeologist, joyously engrossing himself in his empire's ruins.
But, that was strange too, right? Most people, upon dying and coming back a specter, would not immediately be so content. They would need time to process what had happened, to grieve what they have lost, to right themselves and prepare for the future. And Pix should be no different. He never struck them as a particularly resilient man. He was wise, certainly. But not so emotionally hardened as to let undeath roll right off his back. Right?
Yet as Oli flew over the capital's tallest hill, Pix was hard at work below him, taking careful measurements of stone foundations.

the skies are blue when i'm with you by faffodil
General Audiences
Grumbot & Hermes
Fluff, Canon Compliant
1,601 words | One-shot
Hermes has been left to guard the L.O.R.E team's boat... surely it wouldnt hurt if he went to talk to the big robot on Hermittopia?

There Ain’t No Rest For The Winged by ImagineThat0327
General Audiences | F/M, Gen
Joel SmallishBeans, Lizzie LDShadowLady, Jimmy SolidarityGaming
Wingfic, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family
6,145 words | One-shot
Having wings is, in any avian’s opinion, a privilege. They were to be cared for and cherished, and it didn’t matter if the player who owned the wings was an avian, an elytrian, or something else entirely. It should have been clear and made all the sense in the world, therefore, that when Joel showed a blatant disrespect for his own newly-bestowed wings, that Jimmy would - for lack of a better term - freak out.
Or,
Joel has no clue how to care for his own wings, and it’s driving Jimmy absolutely insane.

To The Ends Of The Earth by orphan_account
Teen And Up Audiences | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | M/M, Multi
Joel SmallishBeans, MythicalSausage, Hermes
Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Family Feels
9,915 words | One-shot
“The prayer came through as Joel was in the act of climbing back down the scaffolding. Strangely, this one didn’t come from any of his usual worshippers. In fact, it wasn’t a prayer at all. It was a whole storm of emotion rolling over him. A tightness in his throat, a suckerpunch to his gut, anguished tears blurring his eyes. This wasn’t some random person petitioning him for a frivolous blessing. This was something serious. Something important.”
Hermes goes missing. Fearing the worst, Sausage calls on Joel for help.

trying to kill the moon by hoorayy
Teen And Up Audiences | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | M/M
Pixlriffs/Oli TheOrionSound
AU - Modern Setting, Horror, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Happy Ending
9,427 words | One-shot
“You’re not a serial killer, by the way?” Oli begins, taking the first step into breaking the windy silence that’s pervaded the car ever since the passenger door closed behind him, “Because I am a serial killer, and it’s going to be really awkward when we both go to kill each other and realise we’ve seriously misjudged the situation.”
The driver laughs. It’s a good sound, Oli decides; warm, full. He says, before he’s even done laughing, flowing right from the joy to the answer, “Oh, no, really? You’ve seen right through me already, this is–Well, this is awkward.”
“I’m Oli,” he says, finally. Might be good to know the name of the man you’re travelling with.
“Pix,” the driver says.
--
oli's a free-spirited traveller. pix has an empty passenger seat. they go for a drive.

wilder than moonlight, smiling like sunshine by sesquidpedalian
General Audiences | Gen
David the Copper Aging Machine & Pixlriffs
Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort
4,590 words | One-shot
“Hello?” Pix yells into the echoing space, turning a slow circle. He scans every corner of the room for movement from the shadows. “Come out! I have a—” he fumbles for something out of his inventory “—I have a shovel!”
The rhythm of the clanging bells stutters for a beat, just long enough that Pix catches the sound of a muffled yelp.
“Ah, under the floor, are you?” Pix mutters, hurrying for the makeshift stairs by the northern wall. “Halt, villain!”
But what he finds in the basement of the museum is no villain at all.
or: There's a child in the basement of Pix's museum. The two of them try to figure things out.

S1 x S2

Second Chances by Umbrify
General Audiences | Gen
fWhip & MythicalSausage
Post-Canon
690 words | One-shot
“Do you believe in second chances?” Sausage hums a questioning note, glancing at the goblin beside him. His brother doesn’t recognize him like that anymore— doesn’t trust him like that anymore, and yet, the conversation is… familiar, uncannily so.
(“Do you believe in second chances?” His brother asks him, ducking out of a chest to avoid scraping his horns on the lid.)
—
Hasn't Sausage done this all before? Yet... something feels different, this time.

Sunflower Tea by talon_wings
General Audiences | Gen
MythicalSausage & GeminiTay
2,938 words | One-shot
When he did open his eyes, it seemed that he could not stop them from being open, the sight before him pouring itself into his awareness as if it were life-giving water–and he, a man thirsting to death.
Jagged, blue-purple mountain peaks sliced their way through an immaculate blue sky, arching like a pristine pane of glass over the scene below. Nestled into a deep bowl between the towering cliffs was a city, its violet roofs glittering where they caught the light; puffs of white smoke drifted up from many of the gray-bricked chimneys, rising and rising until they were indistinguishable from the faint cirrus clouds meandering through the distant heavens. It all, the whole scene, seemed wrought from something beyond what simple words could express, and Sausage found that there was a lump in his throat as he gazed upon it.
or: Sausage makes yet another visit across time and space, this time greeted by someone unexpectedly familiar.

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