Friend recommendation due to the legacy related content. Quite like it here. I'm just a bit awkward about following people, because well, who wants to be followed by a content creator? Feels like this should be a 'free' place where creators are a guest.
bro thank you for giving me a reason to talk about legacy- I miss talking about this smp man
IS NO ONE LITERALLY NO ONE GOING TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE FACT THAT THERE'S A BUILD CALLED THE LEGION?? WHERE THEY KEEP FUCKING ARMOUR?? PLEASE?? THE IMPLICATIONS OF IT MAN THE IMPLICATIONS
I also like the idea that Wasteland Theme park is actually an abandoned theme park Amy found! Just imagine one day you found an abandoned theme park in a place where people have lived there before you and never saw it,
lime's pause in his time-lapse where he was just breathing caught me so off guard- but imagine if he was like, corrupted by the withers after the whole Slicer thing? And it has been slowly corrupting him more and more?
Also mmm, BTD being a time traveler is a headcanon I have for him, but he doesn't have any control over it, just imagine if you were talking to him and suddenly he just disappears and comes back a couple seconds later gasping for air, and he looks up at you and goes "you won't believe what I just saw." and you don't.
Also, Pearl and Archi is inactive now :( Well, that's fine, completely reasonable, they shall be missed, but I also like the implication that the inactive legates just disappears one day,
Kimmy and Poppy bleeping :3
I also like the idea of the bee gods being like the counter to the withers, like withers is about death and corruption and destruction while the bee gods are all about life and things
I have more, but these are the ones I actually have fleshed out,
what’s this? a legacy smp fic? yep! inspired by this ask on @legacysmpheadcanons
featuring: lime misses his friend, alien!thomas, late night conversations are the best conversations, post logic’s disappearance, curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back, vaguely defined rift mechanics
If they're honest with themselves, joining a server in the aftermath of a war is a strange experience. They feel out of place amongst the weary Legates, the few that remain. In the air, grief lingers, and follows all of their actions with a palpable sense of loss. It's impossible to miss how Avo falters saying Logic's name, or how Poppy still glances behind her. When Pearl visited and simply hugged the remaining three tight. Or how Lime seems like a stranger in the city he and Logic once called home.
Yeah... Lime.
If Logic's abduction has hit anybody hard, it's Lime. Thomas notices these things! He has a lot of questions of his own, of course. Like, how was he summoned here or how they got into this mess. But, he thinks it's a bit rude to ask those things of somebody who's grieving. Well, they'd also have to find Lime, first.
He has a tendency to disappear, lately. Being a developer comes with duties of its own, which they're all very aware of. But he's been… absent. Even in the dead of night, his bases will be empty. The land completely void of tanned skin, white hair or the thrum of magic that’s quickly grown familiar.
They've discussed it between them. The other new Legates all concluded that he's probably mourning. Thomas, though… he's curious. They're in a land controlled by a mysterious magic, summoned here by a developer. He wants answers. Or at least, one mystery to be solved.
So when he sees Lime leaving his house, his cape wrapped around him to block out the night chill, Thomas follows. His rockets are hooked onto his belt, and his elytra is held shut behind him. He doesn't breathe as he follows through the sand, treading into grains that barely shift under his weight. Whenever Lime glances back, Thomas is already pressed against a building, his skin naturally blending with his surroundings. He wonders if Lime is always so afraid of pursuers, or if he's being too obvious. More than once, guilt settles heavily on his chest. He considers turning back, but he's always been a curious creature. Too curious for his own good.
He keeps his distance as Lime approaches the ravine. They've all been warned about this, told in a stern voice to stay away. It was the only boundary they were given and, until now, none of them thought to question it. When Thomas takes a step forward, his helmet beeps. He ducks back behind the nearest building, flicking up the panel on his arm. Abnormal energy levels detected. Oh.
This is the rift, isn't it?
"So, we managed to band together to open a rift between worlds," Avo told them, his voice dramatic. "With the clothes on our backs, leaving everything behind us."
"But y'all picked me up along the way!" Poppy added, reaching over to squeeze Avo's shoulder. "And you guys too, now!"
A dimensional rift… what could Lime want to do with that?
Trusting his natural camouflage, he creeps closer to the ravine. Only to nearly jump off his feet at an explosion, freezing in place. The soft twinkle of XP follows, and for a moment, Thomas is afraid Lime was the cause. But, peeking over the edge, he can see Lime moving around, operating some kind of machine. What is that? It's like nothing Thomas has seen before. Another explosion has him flinching, eyes flicking to the fossil that's been dug out of the wall.
His vision briefly whites out, Thomas raising an arm to protect his eyes. When he manages to blink them back open, the space under the ribcage is glowing a blinding, pure light. Lime stands in front of it, a solitary black figure leaning against the bones.
"Hey, uh. Still not sure if you can hear this,” Lime starts, speaking into the light. His voice is quiet, yet rings out in the sudden silence of the night. “I of all people should've guessed that you can't give us a sign." Lime laughs softly, rubbing the back of his neck and disrupting the hair lying there. "The new Legates are settling in well. I- I think we might have a chance with them here. I just-" Lime cuts himself off with a sigh. "We're going to rescue you, dude. I promise we're coming. I know it's hard, but you need to keep holding on for us, okay? Just… keep holding on." Lime looks back at the levers, Thomas pressing against the ledge to hide. "I'll talk to you soon. Or- to myself again. Even I don't know. Jeez, that's weird."
The glow of the rift becomes blinding before blinking out, leaving only darkness in its place. Thomas scrunches his eyes tightly shut, patches of light filling his vision.
"Thomas?" Every part of his body freezes up at the call of his name. When he peers down, he can see Lime looking towards the top of the ravine. "You can come out now. It's safe." He-! Ugh. Thomas pushes himself up, his entire body feeling jellified. He ends up sitting on the edge of the ravine, not confident he'll be able to fly down whilst his body is half asleep.
"Lime, I'm-"
Lime holds a hand up, "I'm not angry. This was bound to happen eventually."
"I still shouldn't have done it," Thomas admits, sinking down. He can admit when he's wrong. He knew it was a bad idea!
"Players are curious, I- I understand. If I had a problem, I would've stopped you from following me."
"You knew back then?!" Thomas exclaims before he can think better of it. Lime laughs, that soft chuckle he has, hand over his mouth.
"Yes. Your signature is fairly distinctive." Good to know, he guesses.
"Then why didn't you stop me?" This seems like a private moment. It's not something Thomas would want somebody witnessing.
"I don't… intend to keep secrets," Lime replies. He sounds unsure of the answer himself. "But, I suppose I am a secretive person by nature. And Logic didn't exactly approve of. This."
"Is this to do with the rift?" Thomas asks. Lime turns to look at the contraption behind him.
"Yes, it… is." Lime sighs, "This machine, it opens the rift. Not by much, but enough to get something through. An object, a person-"
"A message," Thomas adds. Lime looks back at him in surprise before he schools his expression with a nod.
"A message, yes. It's how I called you here." That makes sense, Thomas thinks. There's a lot about the rift he'd like to know. "I don't like to open it often. Not everything on the other side is friendly."
"But some things are worth it," Thomas says, thinking of Lime's soft voice, the way the rift held his attention. Lime sighs, but it's not an unhappy sound.
"Some things are worth it," he agrees. "But, we should probably be turning in for the night. The rift may still be unstable." Thomas looks at the empty space caged by bone. Maybe, if he looks hard enough, he could see through it. He bites his tongue.
"Yeah," he agrees. "Rather not get mobbed on the way back." Lime chuckles. Then Thomas blinks and Lime is standing beside him, a hand held out. Thomas looks back to the empty ravine but takes Lime’s hand with two of his. "How did you just-"
"I have some tricks," Lime replies, the corner of his lip perked up. He pulls Thomas to his feet, stepping back so he can brush the sand from his suit.
"Of course you do," Thomas whispers, hearing Lime giggle. He catches a glimpse of a bright, genuine smile on the developer's face before he turns away. With a nod, Lime leads the way, and Thomas follows him as they walk towards the village.
"Thank you for keeping me company tonight," Lime says, as they walk across the empty desert. Thomas turns away from the stars on the horizon to give Lime an incredulous look.
"Following you and listening in on a private conversation?" Thomas questions.
"It was company regardless," Lime replies. "And I appreciate it."
"So you'll stop sneaking off on your own all the time?"
Lime taps his chin, hesitating before replying, "Maybe."
"You invited us here, man," Thomas presses, "Let us help." Lime falters a step.
"I- I suppose I did." He doesn't look at Thomas as he adds, "I will… try. That will have to be good enough for now." Thomas squeezes his shoulder.
