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hello! i’m sparrow.

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placed 14/38 in community life!

season two in progress || married! my ghastwomen of the apocalypse <3 || 25/44

it’s come to my attention that some of the souls hanging around want to speak with me. so… ask away, i suppose.

#intro post #rp blog #community life smp #sparrow asks #sparrow speaks #sparrow stories #botanist asks #botanist speaks #ooc #freeloader asks #blue asks

sagethetrustworthy

....sage? i'm sorry i couldn't get you. i tried, i swear i did, but—

i failed. you and beetle, i failed both of you. i'm sorry.

"...Sparrow?" He doesn't know whether to believe her. Doesn't- doesn't know if this is genuine or if she 'tried' the same way that she was 'being held hostage' by Trizzin. ...He's long since found that he can't trust his own judgement when it comes to her. Can't ever tell if she is lying or not. Not- not for certain.

"It's fine. It- it's what I expected anyway. Right? I'm never getting out of here. Not unless I play by- unless I play by their rules."

He smiles bitterly. "I guess you were right. In the end. It- It's all a fucking game."

botanist-bird

they found a way to keep me from the others' cells, so... yeah. i don't think you'll make it out until the experiments end.

i'm sorry.

#community life smp #clsmp #sparrow speaks

RECORDING TRANSCRIPT. From RI archives.

11 APRIL 2026

Location: Storage Bay 12

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RECORDING BEGINS.

[Low static. A high frequency shriek.]

Hello!

[A scream. Something wooden clattering to the floor.

Oh, dear, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you! So sorry... Malena? Is that your name? Yes, I apologize, Malena — here, let me get that for you.

Who—who are you?

Sparrow. I'm one of the test subjects for the Community Life experiment... at least, I was. I'm not sure if I'm still allowed to participate, since I left.

How are you down here!? Shouldn't you be in—in your cell, or something?

Well, see, that's just the problem. I don't exactly remember where it... um. Is. You know, I've just spent so much time elsewhere, and I think I only spent about two weeks in it back in September—

How—?

—and I was hoping you'd be able to bring me back! Or, well, the first person I could find. See, I've just finished making myself a brand new body, 'cause the last one was having some issues, and now I've got to get back to my cell to wait for the next simulation.

I — you—

[A button clicks. A loud klaxon sounds out.]

Oh. Well, I guess calling security works too. Lovely chatting with you, Malena — and again, so sorry for startling you.

[Several footsteps rushing down the hall.]

You—!

No need to point your weapons at me! Void, the hospitality of this place. I'll come willingly, sheesh! I'm just lost.

[Static.]

RECORDING ENDS.

#sparrow stories #community life smp

pillowspace

Remember to give your OC at least 1 feature that makes them impossible to make in most picrews

pillowspace

Remember to give your OC at least 1 feature that makes them impossible to make in most picrews

littlewitherfusion

no hard feelings after the finale, right? cuz it’s just a game :3

(well done killing me, by the way)

No. No hard feelings.. at least from me. But the end was so stressful there. I'm glad it's over.

You're alright... Right?

botanist-bird

better than i was. i have to stop by my home server for a while, but i won't be later than three weeks.

littlewitherfusion

So.. you're leaving again?

botanist-bird

don't start.

my body is breaking down, fusion. i need to replace it, and i can't do it here.

littlewitherfusion

Fusion. Heh.

So... This is how you really treat her.

It's alright. Go. You'll know where I will be. Stay safe.

botanist-bird

!? sorry i don't want to return to pure code ?? you have my feather. call if you need or want anything

littlewitherfusion

Your what?

It's... It's fine. Just go. I'm telling you to. And to stay safe. Is that not the correct thing to say?

botanist-bird

[squints]

yeah . i'll see you in two or three weeks. you stay safe, too

#sparrow speaks

littlewitherfusion

no hard feelings after the finale, right? cuz it’s just a game :3

(well done killing me, by the way)

No. No hard feelings.. at least from me. But the end was so stressful there. I'm glad it's over.

You're alright... Right?

botanist-bird

better than i was. i have to stop by my home server for a while, but i won't be later than three weeks.

littlewitherfusion

So.. you're leaving again?

botanist-bird

don't start.

my body is breaking down, fusion. i need to replace it, and i can't do it here.

littlewitherfusion

Fusion. Heh.

So... This is how you really treat her.

It's alright. Go. You'll know where I will be. Stay safe.

botanist-bird

!? sorry i don't want to return to pure code ?? you have my feather. call if you need or want anything

#sparrow speaks

littlewitherfusion

no hard feelings after the finale, right? cuz it’s just a game :3

(well done killing me, by the way)

No. No hard feelings.. at least from me. But the end was so stressful there. I'm glad it's over.

You're alright... Right?

botanist-bird

better than i was. i have to stop by my home server for a while, but i won't be later than three weeks.

littlewitherfusion

So.. you're leaving again?

botanist-bird

don't start.

my body is breaking down, fusion. i need to replace it, and i can't do it here.

#sparrow speaks

littlewitherfusion

no hard feelings after the finale, right? cuz it’s just a game :3

(well done killing me, by the way)

No. No hard feelings.. at least from me. But the end was so stressful there. I'm glad it's over.

You're alright... Right?

botanist-bird

better than i was. i have to stop by my home server for a while, but i won't be later than three weeks.

#sparrow speaks

phoebelovingcare

and the universe said I HATE you

and the universe said you have played the game SHIT

and the universe said everything you need is BEYOND you

and the universe said you are WEAKER than you know

and the universe said you are the universe KILLING itself, RANTING to itself, HATING its own code

and the universe said I HATE you because you are HATE

You are the player.

GET FUCKED.

botanist-bird

The trip through the Void to get home is hell. Every step feels like walking through quicksand, and she can see the code of her body breaking down with every ping spike. Her vision skips around, and each movement is jerky and imprecise.

“Gods damn it all to hell,” she curses as soon as she falls into Reminiscence.

The magic of her home server seeps into her bones, soothing the damage and winding deep into her code. Her ping evens out, and her movements come smoother as she makes her way to her hobbit hole.

Why? This body was supposed to last for thousands more years. The body she’d used when she’d been oSpqrrow had lasted nearly eight thousand—five thousand of which had been spent dueling on Hypixel.

The answer comes to her as she dusts off her desk, cooing at her axolotls.

She’d made that body to withstand dueling. This body had been made for mostly peaceful play, with all the benefits of her immortality—not for mortal fragility, and death game after death game after death game. The body is breaking down from the strain of experiences it was never meant to take—at least, not so quickly. There is no way to bring it back, either, or strengthen it.

She has to make a new body for herself.

Such a shame. She liked this one.

botanist-bird

Sparrow fashions her new body out of stardust and gears and the first blooms of spring. Dark hair—by her own hand, this time—and golden eyes. They’ve been gold since the War, and she’s gotten attached to the color. Maybe for the next Game, she won’t let them change. She’ll keep as many things as constant as she can, for a few decades at least.

Wings, of course. She goes with her original ones to begin with, then reconsiders. She loves the sparrowhawk wings she was made with, but they carry too many memories right now. Best give it a century or two. Raven wings, then. For flare, she imbues them with a faint golden sheen, visible only under the sun.

She wants the warden side. But she won’t bury it too deeply, not this time around. She keeps the fangs and the denser bones, fashions the claws into sharper nails (gods forbid she wants to keep her dexterity), and allows the skin around the ribs to part, so whatever souls she collects will be able to come and go.

(Absently, she lengthens the hair further, looping it into a braid.)

The hardest part is picking which memories to keep for certain. She’ll have them all, of course, but the ones she chooses will be kept perfectly. They won’t be blurred by the passage of time, so long as she stays in this body.

She inks them into the skin—flowers and constellations and smatterings of Galactic and anything else she can think of. Most will fade in and out, a shifting tapestry across her skin—but some will stay. A skeletal wing behind her ear. The sword down her spine. The zinnias and forget-me-nots and lilies of the valley along her left ribs. A tiny sun, in the hollow of her throat. Columbines and asters and passionflowers snaking across her shoulders and down her arms.

When she is satisfied with how everything looks, she lays the body in her bed. Rearranges the limbs, drapes the blanket over her. Then, she dresses her current body for her death.

She takes out her old shawl, lilies and azaleas stitched into the hem. Her favorite white shirt, and soft green pants. The boots from her Life Games. When she looks in the mirror, she feels… lighter. Like the sharp edges of the past few centuries have been softened.

She takes a few slow breaths, then settles herself at her desk, opening the windows. Then she stretches out her magic and her soul, pouring all of it straight into the new body.

The old body slumps, like a puppet with its strings cut. A breeze blows in through the window, and the body dissipates into rusted dirt and autumn leaves and smoke.

Sparrow opens her eyes, staring up at the ceiling.

The blankets are cool against her skin.

botanist-bird

The first few days with a new body are the worst. Muscle memory is stored in the mind, and it takes two days for Sparrow to get used to the differences in her limbs. She doesn’t even attempt flying until the fourth day—her wings are larger, and built more for soaring than speeding through the sky. She strains her right wing in the first five hours, trying to push herself to speeds she can’t quite reach anymore. She gets used to everything quickly, though.

She spends the second week with Hollow, catching up with it and getting used to spending time with someone in a slower environment again. For its archives, she calls forth the paragraphs of Galactic scrawled across her skin, telling every detail of the four Games she’s played in so far. She speaks mainly of Community Life, for the Players there would likely be more helpful for its searches than those of Simple SMP, for whom it was already acquainted. After a few days, though, Hollow leaves, and Sparrow itches to return to Community Life. (The Games are an addiction.) (She doesn’t want to leave Fusion alone for too long, either.)

She decides not to have any of the semi-permanent tattoos out when she leaves. The Games are still quite fresh in her mind, after all, so she doesn’t need them yet. It’s not like anybody will know what they represent, but she keeps them tucked away regardless. No need to recall the events in perfect clarity—only the people.

For her wardrobe, she picks out a soft green halter tank top and blue jeans. The brown high-top shoes from Last Life were comfortable, so she crafts a new pair and embroiders a few flowers on the sides (mostly to improve her dexterity and hand-eye coordination, but also because they’re pretty). And, of course, to pay homage to her warden side, she dons a flannel the same color as sculk. After some deliberation, she grows a flower crown for herself—perhaps in the Games, they’ll be the thing to show what life she’s on.

Then, she takes a breath, and slips away to Redstone Inc.

#sparrow stories

inaturalist-unofficial

xiiidarkside

hammerhome

manchineel perfec t place for rest under in rain

i-wear-the-cheese

shade very Soft and Comfort human sleep soundly put human under Manchineel Tree. Put Human Under Manchineel Tree. no problems ever under mancchineel tree because good Taste and Sweet fruit for tired hungry human. Amanchineel Tree yes a place for a human put human under manchineel tree can trust manchineel for giveing good shelter to human. friend manchineel

botanist-bird

okay now i want c!sparrow to put one of these in her garden. or in a courtyard of her eventual cc megabase. for fun

#ooc

vexcathedral

#triz and cl!triz

Press your nose against the window // The first snow barely dusts the ground // As much time as you spend in silence // One day this will be ten years past

Impressionism - Kara's Walk Home

Do you ever regret not making some of your relationships stronger? I know that many of them will be gone in what feels like the blink of an eye, but do you not regret making those count while you have the time?

sometimes i do. but—well, it’s like you said. most of them will be gone in the blink of an eye. once the games have lost their novelty, i doubt i’ll stick around. i’ll miss the friends i’ve made, but i’ve lost so many—what’s a few more?

i suppose i could try and make it better for those for whom it won’t just be a passing memory. maybe the next time around, i’ll try to be kinder to all of them. i don’t know.

i really don’t know.

i try not to think of their impermanence while i still live amongst them.

#community life smp #clsmp s2 #sparrow asks #blue asks

a missive! a missive! a missive in blue!

hello my darling sparrowhawk, just how are you?

do tell me of your lives, your deaths and your kills; i personally have found myself a new skin that thrills!

i've not much time to send you this—i spent it all on chasing wist </3 but with this ask i'll send a kiss—please know that you are sorely missed!

xoxo, hollow

oh, a message, a message! truly a welcome message to receive! when next we meet, i’ve quite the tale to weave!

glory and love and promises galore, ‘tis a riveting narrative for you to store. tell me of your form, let us compare; i myself have a new body to wear!

likewise, your absence has been sorely felt—but worry not, i’ll soon return to where we once dwelt. i’ll leave the door unlocked, if you’ve the time to come by; we could trade tales, even go for a fly <3

all my love, sparrow

#sparrow asks #botanist asks #freeloader asks

nohoperadio

You know that thing would eat you if you died, right? *pointing to the false image of you that others perceive*