#MY ARMOR. MY ELYTRA. EVERYTHING.

[sprontisdabest]

i jumped to the void thinking my elytra was on

turns out it was not

[salemoleander]

Descended on by horde of zombies, killed, flew back with my newly-constructed emergency kit, died AGAIN to my own sword

This is what I get for naming it that, I guess

[coffeegnomee]

The two sides of season 5.

The absolute vibe difference from looking at Minute’s lore by stitching together all the lore moments together VS taking out ALL the lore is sending me. 

And both are immaculate.

Like in the first, you would find Minute, Jumper, and Pentar in the cave, lost, silent, overwhelmed that they just lost the presidency and were betrayed by Leo and Clown.

Minute slides down the wall, buries his head in his hands. He was just a DM away, why didn’t they talk to him. They were so close to peace.

Burnt out, despondent. Weary from weeks of trying to save bases from PrinceZam, from weeks of resisting the urge to kill him. Emotionally drained from realizing there was a new threat on top of Zam; Mapicc and Ro were going to revert spawn to the way it was before they got there.

He had bet the presidency. And lost. Was betrayed by the whole server for some money.

What should he do now?

As they wait in that cave, the sounds of the server turning to hardcore echoes through the dripstone. Screams of frustration at the idiocy of Ro as Bacon is annihilated by an arrow cannon. Planet’s cry cut short as Zam’s sword stabs through his back.

They’re lost. Broken.

And then Zam’s sing-song voice comes to their ears. What are you going to do now, Minute? I just killed Planet, Minute? Do you care? Do you even care? 

What if I blew up the Vitalasy hole, Minute? Would you stop me?

The Vitalasy hole. Threatened over and over. Not this time. If Zam wanted to die, he could die.

The team exchanges a look, nodding. They equip their elytras and fly over. 

Zam is jumping up and down waving his hands. Insane grin spread wide. His arms thrown out in welcome as the team plummets from the sky like rocks, landing in full gear.

Zam says something stupid. Who cares what this cretin is saying. He’s the reason for everything bad that’s happened to them. “Let’s just cut to the chase”, Minute splashes the potions and in seconds the thorn in his side lies dead at his feet.

Mapicc and wemmbu destroy the Vitalasy hole. They would be next.

They plot the perfect ambush and in two swift strokes, both enemies are gone. The bloodlust keeps growing, it feels good, going back to his PMC roots. Just neutralize the threat in front of him. He never needed Clown to do the PMC’s good work.

Rumors fly that his enemies are possessing other server members’ bodies. It doesn’t matter. He could take them down again just as easily as before.

He takes a fight, and Clownpierce joins. He’s better than Clown. They have the gear advantage. 

But he slipped up. And all it takes is one slip up. He thought he knew what true bloodlust was. He thought he knew what cold, calculated indifference was. 

But Clown was far more relentless. Far more ruthless, targeting Minute and ignoring his teammates. 

Before he even knew what was happening, he was out of gear. On the run. Scrabbling over rock and river in a desperate attempt to flee. 

Maybe this is how Zam felt when he was dying. 

In one final attempt to swim away, he felt the cold steel of Clown’s sword pierce his armor and break it, plunging into his heart. It was all over. 

And then the other option is like:

(Every time I read this back I get the singsong “happy happy haPPY!” meme song stuck in my head. A silly goofy jingle. Or Zam doing the “I like purple, and I like green, but my favorite color, do you know my favorite color? My favorite color yellow!”. It makes me giggle so much. It’s so unserious.)

Minute is betrayed and it really freaking hurts. But time wins all wars, they would come up with the perfect attack eventually.

Completely unworried, they realize their names spell out Peanut Butter And Jelly! They’re the best part of a balanced breakfast!

They show up at spawn to see what the almighty and powerful wemmbu /neg has to say for himself. It’s a whole lot of nothing.

As they laugh together and leave for the carnival, Bacon just explodes, pops like a grape. It’s the funniest shit ever. They were going to win this war easy peasy. No worries.

They pose for a screenie to commemorate the new team name. Planet dies to Zam. Oh no! Anyway. 

Zam gets into call and it’s the perfect moment to mention that they’re the best part of a balanced breakfast! But this kid, man, he just wants to YAP. Yawn!

He starts threatening the Vitalasy hole or something. He’s done this so many times I literally could not care less. But he seems to be over there so I guess we’ll check it out. 

Laughing like drunken frat boys, high on their friendship, they fly over, and this ant is just standing at the top.

Let’s just wipe the grin off his face and screw this popsicle stand.

He drops. Really easily? Was that really his whole plan? If this is him winning, I hope he never stops winning. 

That was weird. Well. Anyways!

There’s this thing added where the dead can grant blessings and curses. That insane person, Zam, blesses Minute because of something called “made sense for my character”? Whatever that means. 

But man, Pentar got cursed twice and now he’s actually chubby. It’s like, kind of funny. But we have to fix him. 

Rek and Terry would die for them so Pentar can run. Quick fix. Everything is fair again. 

They move their base and prepare the Secret Plan™. The power of friendship was going to win this war. Together, they are an unstoppable force. Peace and justice would rule this land once and for all!

Jumper lures Mapicc over with some lie, Minute looks down the barrel of the arrow gun and giggles as he lines up the shot. It’s too easy. Jumper is safe on the camel and he pulls the trigger. Mappic pops like a grape, it’s a great sight to see. Enemy #2 is gone!

Maybe they could end this war today. Ash messages wemmbu, and wemmbu gets on. Omg the plan can happen today! They were going to win this war.

Wemmbu bans LifestealLord and it’s like, kind of concerning, but they have an ambush. With Ash’s signal they descend upon the president and kill him, it’s pitifully easy. Can you imagine his face when he saw his heart start dropping for the first time in weeks? Hilarious.

Are we the bad guys? No. no. 

Well, we may not loooook that peaceful right now, but you just gotta trust the process. 

Minute feels the first little doubt that they are as good as they think they are, he accepts the possibility. But like. They’re about to get the presidency back and unban everyone who was killed. The end result will fix everything. And everyone would be friends because who doesn’t love the power of friendship??

Ash, Jumper and Pentar EXPLODE in front of Minute. 

But that’s just not fair™. Kill us unceremoniously? We are not taking that.

They get brought back and there’s a slight issue. Their enemies start possessing bodies. But it’s nothing too important because they have a base to decorate!

And then their enemies stop playing fair. Why won’t they come to the AntiTrap Box™? Just come and sit down in front of us Oh My Gawd. We aren’t going to kill you, this is a friendly meeting because we are a little concerned that you might think you can win, but friendship is going to win. 

Fine. Observe from a distance.

We want a revive beacon of life. We can fight all week, and if any of you HAPPEN to last until Saturday we can do a big battle and then last team standing wins. Sound good?

What do you mean no? You want it to just play out? This is a human story? But I want to win. Somebody has to win.

The friendship gets strained as the tension grows. Their enemies still are a team of 4 despite the fact that they banned 3 people. They’re out numbered without Ash.

Over the next few days they get a little more paranoid. They know Clown has been logging on all day every day. They suspect a trap in their base, but they have to check it out together, so that none of them die. And preferably when nobody else is online so they’ll be safe.

But then they get goaded into a fight. But it was going to be fine. 15 stacks of xp each and secret netherite armor. They easily outmatched anyone who would come at them. 

At some point they had to fight, mighteswell be tonight. Mapicc is using harming arrows, the silly goober. 

Then Clown joins. And he’s also using harming. Maybe they missed something. 

Ro and Clown target Minute and Mapicc has a knock back sword that is really starting to get annoying. 

Things are not looking good. 

And the power of friendship is not strong enough in the face of an evil murderous clown. Minute dies, Pentar dies.

Jumper survives and rallies the And JellyS. One final stand to ban everyone. Because if nobody is alive, Lifesteal will be at peace. 

They fail. 

It’s sad. 

Oh Well! Let’s go back to the carnival!!! 

——

The second one also reads like a horror movie where it’s super happy but then every once in a while the screen goes blurry and the character starts breathing heavy when they realize maybe killing people should affect me, and then brightens up and the happy music starts playing again and it’s like the most unnerving shit ever. And then they all die brutally at the end.

But reading them back and remembering how both were actually happening at the same time is just so funny to me.

Maybe pb&j was a fun plot? nah. Unless? 

Also, I feel like it could be easy to read the second option as me being mean to pb&j and like /neg-ing their comments, but those out of pocket things makes this interpretation so much better, without it, it’s not nearly as absurd. And it genuinely brings me so much joy. Lifesteal used to not have any lore, and laughter at the other team and petulance at the things that go wrong for your team are time honored traditions. You can see Mapicc and Ro and Zam and Bacon and so many others doing it in earlier seasons. It comes out of them because it’s literally Minecraft and that always lends a certain level of absurdity at all times. Part of the charm. 

Also, I feel like if you missed Jumper’s pov of Minute’s and Pentar’s death you miss a lot of the character moments in either interpretation. She put it in her discord. 

[pinata-candy]

Charts relating to my WOF rewrite that I’ve been chipping away at in my brain! More details below <3

I have 1001 gripes with Pantala and arc 3, which. I know, not an original thought, but still. And I’m getting this out of the way immediately:

there is no dragon slavery in my rewrite.

I am in no position to tackle such a topic and in my opinion, neither was Tui, which may be a bit mean. I think she did a great job creating a series that so many people love but the dragon slavery is not needed and it is handled sloppily at best and very, very inappropriately at worst. I am not willing to fumble my way through a topic that is so heavy and that I do not fully understand the ramifications of and cannot ever fully understand the ramifications of. I don’t know how to write dragons dealing with being enslaved and having to figure out how to dismantle the entire social structure that did this to them and no, I don’t think saying it was a few bad dragons with some evil plant is a good enough answer for all of it. So it is being cut from my rewrite and the focus of Arc 3 (so far, always subject to change) will be just the Othermind.

But those points aside, let’s get into my Pantala thoughts!

Pantala always felt so empty to me compared to Pyrrhia, it just feels undercooked. It’s a continent of the same size but it feels like we see none of it, none of the landmarks other than the jungle, the hives, and the pit where the Othermind is feel memorable. Partially I think Pantala just was underdeveloped- the first book of arc three and the last book of arc two came out within a year of each other, it wasn’t given enough time to work itself out it seems. Another reason I think it feels so empty is because there are only three dragon tribes on it- while again, Pyrrhia is the same size and is hosting seven different tribes. Having three tribes is limiting, especially when two are living in the same environment together and the other is pushed to the furthest corner of the continent away from everything else. All action then either has to occur in the jungle or in the savanna as those are the only population centers anywhere, that’s pretty limiting- so limiting that one of the books took place BACK ON PYRRHIA because there seemed to be just so little to do on Pantala. Working out things like towns, important landmarks, etc is something I’m working on but expanding the tribe list will help me do so.

NOTE: WITH ALL THE FANTRIBES IM SURE THESE NAMES HAVE BEEN USED BEFORE AND ARE SUBJECT TO CHANGE

Pantalan Tribes:

SilkWings- Colorful, four winged dragons that live in the mountainous forests on the ‘wing’ of Pantala. They can produce silk from their wrists. They undergo metamorphosis to get their wings at 7 years old

Queen: Monarch

HiveWings- Four winged dragons that do not undergo metamorphosis. They are often yellow, orange, red, or black. They have stingers on their tails and in their wrists. They live in the savannas of Pantala

Queen: Wasp

LeafWings- Two-winged dragons that live in the jungle on the head of Pantala. They come in greens and browns and are known for their Leafspeak. They are also mildly poisonous and can produce a foul-smelling mucus from their mouths.

Queen: Sequoia/ Belladonna

BeelteWings- Two-winged dragons, easily mistaken for four-winged due to their Elytra. These colorful dragons live on the 2nd wing of Pantala and are known for their strong, armored scales. They can produce a hot, acidic liquid from their tails if threatened, but this is very taxing on them.

Queen: Scarab

DamselWings- four-winged dragons, live on the tail and the tips of the claws of Pantala. These dragons come in blues, greens, purples, and pinks. They are incredibly fast, fastest of all Pantalan tribes, they have no natural defenses beyond their speed.

Queen: Meadowhawk

WebWings- no-winged dragons that live in the massive tunnels beneath Pantala. These dragons traded their flight ability for stronger silk and sturdier bodies. They come in blacks, grays, and browns. They have a venomous bite.

Queen: Widow

The tribe name for BeetleWings is also subject to change as I’m not huge on it but we’ll see.

Right now in my mind- The main conflict, prior to the discovery of the Othermind, is the HiveWing's constant grab for power. They've chased the other tribes to the edges of Pantala/ down into their tunnels through violence and shady territory deals. This issue was started by Wasp's grandmother and has persisted into the modern age. The other tribes are beginning to feel the pressures of being so condensed, their resources beginning to dwindle. Truthfully I don't have much yet. I think developing Pantala, it's tribes, and whether I'm going to take away/add tribes has to come first and all that <33

[amazingspider-z]

potentially partially inspired by @wazzappp 's Mantis Blade au in terms of Khaji Da giving Jaime funky little extras (that make him suffer so much) i present the wing portion of the Reachling au!

Inspired by that time he fell from orbit without Khaji Da in issue #36 of the 2006 run.

Basically, my current working theory is that Khaji Da was prepping a bunch of. Ahem. extras that just needed to be triggered to cause the musculoskeletal change just in case, and while it was initializing the reboot they activated the wings along with the forcefield, which. Doing it all at once as they were shutting down definitely hurt like hell, but Jaime did get out of orbit without breaking (almost) every bone in his body so. A win is a win (until he decompresses enough for everything to sink in, anyway).

Like actual beetle wings, they fold up, although Jaime doesn't have elytra unless he is actually suited up, and if Khaji Da lends a hand they can even fold up beneath the skin. They're also the wings he has from this point on as the Blue Beetle, although like the rest of him they end up armored, and have that extra technological oomph.

[enpr-ss]

My favorite things about Grian, Joel, and Scar's 100 Hours in Hardcore series:

The way Joel and Scar instantly joined and kept away from Grian JUST TO TROLL HIM. They wasted 0 time and fully committed to the bit. That it's on the Last Life server and so everyone's whitelisted, there's no advancements to give it away in chat, is just perfect. How Grian didn't expect this to happen at all when it's obviously the logical and in-character thing to do. And he's trapped between them too.

The timer that really shows how much effort these mcyters put into their content, and also their skill at the game to get all this done in a relatively short amount of time. Early game really is such a pain, but resource gathering and building took them much less time than the average player. And pretty much all the usual stuff are done around the 50 hour mark.

Of course Scar takes advantage of the easier crafting recipe for TNT and gives Grian a terrible present. And of course Grian's luck in it unearthing the coal he needed. And of course Scar steals the enchanting table.

Grian's luck is insane. I've never seen such easy gathering of ancient debris.

Grian immediately needing rescue by Joel from the nether because he trapped himself while trying to prank Joel. Classic Grian luck.

They brought Jimmy on specifically for him to be mob bait, and PVP is enabled ONLY for him. Classic, because otherwise Joel and Grian would have ended each other's series already.

The foreshadowing of Grian arrogantly stating that he doesn't need a chestplate, running ahead of Jimmy who literally Only Had One Job, and dying immediately because he didn't have a chestplate. All because he wanted to get totems for Scar. Ironic.

Grian's build looking like he longs to be back skiing

The completely unfair death games and the completely predictable prisoner's dilemma results where they BOTH have to wear the armor

Everything about the hunters. All the stupid deaths. The scuffedness of it all. The mustaches. Minecraft pvp really is stupid.

The whole bit with messing with Grian's oxidizing copper

The giant Scar-sized mattress beds to mitigate fall damage. “Wait it’s getting night do you have a bed?”

The raid negotiations.

How Scar just makes everyone throw safety out the window. The endermen. Bridging with trapdoors.

“Hey Scar” creeper farm that he could added like 3 more layers to and tripled the efficiency rates.

Everytime he bullies Jimmy. “I know I got that type of face”

Joel being absolutely insufferable about one-upping Grian in hours, not dying, having a helmet, having a taller base, etc

"I think I’ve just sacrificed my wife for a nether star." “If you have a mustache you can come back apparently”

The pink Technoblade axolotl!!

Joel’s squeals are so high pitched and utterly hilarious to hear.

Joel’s chaotic murder energy.

“We should make out”

WHY DID HE JUMP ON TOP OF THE TNT MINECART. WHY.

Joel's streak of falling into his own traps continues. The hunters gearing up on his stuff, the wither not doing anything, dying to his own tnt minecart.

Scar's absolutely terribly dangerous base and playstyle. Giving everyone heart attacks. WHY IS HE PRACTICING WATER BUCKET CLUTCHES ON A HARDCORE SERIES?!?!? Why is his portal so dangerous. My heart can’t take this omg. WHY DIDNT HE TEST HIS ROLLERCOASTER?!? And of course it nearly kills him. The plank of doom is so anxiety inducing omg.

The foreshadowing with Grian worrying about enabling Scar’s death via elytra.

Grian and Joel having a blast on the minecarts while he struggles with it despite being the one WHO BUILT THE TRACKS. Him being stuck between Joel and Grian on the tracks along with the pillagers as a highway robbery moment is also very. Well. Tropey.

Them bullying Scar with their elytras is so good everytime. The whole endbusting shenanigans.

Scar's completely on brand and predictable death. "Can I have a mustache?" HE EVEN HOVERED OVER HIS 0 DURABILITY ELYTRA. The totem was even in his hotbar. “I made it out of surgery for this?!”

[alt-wannabe]

MCSR D&D

yo, I'm Feinberg

Armorer Artificer 10 / Champion Fighter 5 (Superior Technique Fighting Style)

Second character sheet for my MCSRD&D stuff! I ended up going with mainly artificer for Fein cause they're extremely versatile and are always able to take in their surroundings, think quickly, and use seemingly mundane objects to succeed in whatever they're doing. I also took a dip into fighter cause I knew I didn't want him to have minimal martial ability.

More under the cut :) Couri and Fulham will be next!

I fully didn't plan on him having proficiency in animal handling but it's surprisingly fitting considering all the animal related achievements in AA. Also again I won't be including every class feature but if people are curious I can absolutely elaborate on stuff.

I legit just renamed the javelin of lightning into a trident cause it seemed so perfect

and then this feature is a large part of why I chose the armorer subclass

I really tried to go for spells that have equivalent effects in minecraft (most share similar names but longstrider=speed and pyrotechnics/fly=elytra). I also wanted all these characters to be potentially usable in a campaign so I didn't go for purely gimmick spells.

I gave him a bag of holding to act kinda like a shulker box and then I hope everything in the box is fairly obviously related. (fun fact pearls only stack in units of 10 on d&dbeyond so thats why theres a stack of 10 and a stack of 6 rather than just 16). It's not shown here but he also has a bucket of water and a rowboat (fruit had a bucket of lava too)

this is legit just enchanting, another reason why I went for artificer

[rosefinch07]

Red Blood and Blue Rivers (Jason Todd/Jaime Reyes) crossposted on ao3

The ao3 vers

Summary: Blue Beetle crash lands in Gotham, Red Hood is the one to find him.

Jaime screamed as he lost control of his flight, Khaji Da rattling off alert after alert while he tried desperately to get back onto solid ground. He twisted in the air and attempted to grab onto a water tower, the metal denting as he barely missed getting a grip on it.

Khaji Da suddenly took control of his body, the sting of the wind against him dulled.

"What the actual fuck Khaji!" He yelled, startled. "Bájame! Bájame, God-damn-it!" Jaime couldn't even thrash, Khaji going overboard in protective protocols.

Jaime, we are drawing near a suitable landing point. It is in Gotham City, New Jersey. Is that satisfactory?

"Sure! Whatever! Just please put me down?!" He clenched his eyes shut and distantly felt his body crash into grass.

He was unnaturally tensed up until Khaji released him. It was only then that he fully sagged, breathing heavily. His suit was suffocating around him.

Jaime, The Red Hood is approaching. Shall we utilize attack measures?

No. No fighting.

Jaime Reyes–

Let. Him. He could already hear the mulch.

Jaime opened his eyes when the crunch of mulch turned into boots on grass. Red Hood's emotionless helmet tilted down at him.

"The fuck you're doing here, Bug Boy?" His voice changer made the words sound rough.

Jaime laughed it off, the Blue Beetle face shield making it seem as if it was a disembodied voice much like Hood. His suit was still stiff, only a slight give when breathing.

"Powers are out of whack, give me a sec." He made to get up on his own but wobbled, making an absolute fool of himself.

Hood grabbed his hand and pulled him up, pins and needles echoing throughout Jaime's body. He still wasn't stable and his head banged against Red Hood's shoulder, causing him to groan helplessly.

"I am so sorry. I don't have full control of my body back yet." Jaime explained, flexing his hands until the pins and needles left. Hood held him up by his upper arms.

"Just tell me when I should drop you." Hood's monotone voice ordered.

When he got his body back under his control and Khaji let the suit become flexible again, he stepped back with a quick mutter.

"Thanks." Jaime breathed.

Hood tilted his head.

"What the hell happened?"

He shrugged, heeding the warning burst of panic that Khaji sent through his brain. Hood didn't need to know shit.

"Like I said, powers on the fritz." Jaime took another step back and tested out his elytra again.

The muscles attached to them obeyed and let him hover, though due to the amount of energy lost, he couldn't keep it up for long.

Hood, clearly thinking that he was running away, grabbed his wrist and forced him down. Jaime stumbled back into Red Hood's arms, stammering.

Allow me to maim The Red Hood.

It took everything in him to keep Khaji from materializing a weapon and impaling the guy who was the one thing between him and eating dirt.

Absolutely not.

Hood was a hard man of armor and muscle. His arms supported Jaime and his gloved hands were on his hips.

"You are literally shaking." Hood stated. "You are not going to wherever-the-fuck Texas when you probably can't make it two blocks."

Khaji confirmed it.

Jaime chuckled, slightly bitter and knowing he was getting defensive.

"What? Like you care?"

Hood shook his head, his fingers digging into the Blue Beetle suit's upper arms as he started walking. Jaime was forced to follow.

"Fuck off, you impressed the big Bat because you had no perceived casualties in your first major fight. I'm doing my duty." He defended, sharply turning them onto a street.

Jaime winced.

The crucifixes under the suit said different, the extra one hanging down further than his own that felt cold against his chest said different.

It had been a few months and yet the loss stung so severely it was as if it had happened only hours before.

"One. One casualty." He corrected absently, rubbing a hand at his chest. "I had to bury him."

Jaime tried falling into step with Hood but kept falling behind.

Hood seemed to let out a sympathetic hum, but it turned into a garbled mess so he didn't know for sure.

"Sucks, first casualty always hits the hardest." Before he knew it, they were going up the steps of an apartment building. Hood led them into an unit and locked the door behind them. "Want to talk about it?" He seemed to go softer at those words, but it might have been his imagination.

Jaime bit his cheek.

Given that it was Papi, hell no.

"I would rather not." He admitted, ignoring how antsy Khaji became. It was as if it was pacing around and gnawing at the bars of an enclosure.

Even just saying what he'd said so far soothed him slightly, but he didn't want to prove the telehealth therapist right.

"Anyways, I really do need to get going. I can find my own way." He shrugged off Hood's hands and stood on his own, taking a step or two back to create space.

Hood just rocked back onto his heels, casual as anything.

"Suit yourself."

Suspicion crept in and he stepped towards the door. Five steps in and he couldn't go further without falling.

"Coño." He grumbled. "I shouldn't need you to play caretaker for me."

Hood picked him up and plopped him onto the couch, Jaime plus whatever Khaji weighed not seeming to effect him. The headiness of the effortless show of strength caused him to swallow around a dry throat. He sat up on the couch.

"Well, I am." Hood took off his helmet to reveal a domino mask and a handsome face. Was that white streak in his bangs dyed? "I'll get us something to drink, I'm parched and you might be too." His actual voice was scratchy with cigarettes, though young, like him.

He examined Hood's scarred lips and cheeks, shifting a bit so he could watch as he walked to the kitchen.

Jaime, you are showing signs of what you humans call "infatuation." I recommend "shooting your shot."

It took everything in him to not react to its words.

What happened to wanting to kill the broader guy where he stood?

The Red Hood is showing signs connected to a trait you would call being trustworthy. I am monitoring nonetheless.

Cool.

Cool, cool, cool...

Was he really planning on flirting with the crime lord?

He could practically hear Milagro laugh at him for being a disaster bi.

Jaime couldn't even lie to himself and say that it was tactical flirting, there was no rhyme or reason to it.

Hood came back and handed him water while sipping from a beer can. Jaime debated for all of two seconds before letting the mask pull down to his neck. He sipped at his water.

There was a certain risk to it. In trusting someone he just met with his face.

"Thank you, Hood."

Hood studied his face before a smirk tugged at his lips and at that scar on his cupid's bow before it disappeared behind the can again.

Jaime's heart practically stopped at his next words.

"No problem, Pretty Boy."

He pushed his hair back from his face, running a hand through it just so he had something to focus on in order to not get all flustered.

"You're not that bad to look at yourself, Hermoso." Jaime shot back, winking.

Hood chuckled, sitting next to him. His gloves were still on, Khaji noted for him.

"Would've thought you'd be more southern sounding, given Texas and all." Red Hood stated, an amused smile to his lips.

Jaime waved his own covered hand.

"I know how to control it. Spanish sounds plain weird with a Texan accent so I just don't use the accent all that much. I mean, I don't really get the accent since I'm not that far south but I do know when to use it." He moved his tongue in his mouth to get the proper placement for it. "Si estuviera hablando así todo el día, mi familia tendría mi cabeza en una pica!" Jaime laughed at how he sounded. It was like he was some kid who was learning Spanish in classes, slow and not as quick as he was used to because of the southern drawl.

Hood laughed with him, knocking their shoulders together.

"You're right. Though, no creo que tu familia pueda derribarte como yo podría hacerlo."

Jaime flushed, his cheeks going hot.

"Is that a challenge I hear?" Had all of the boldness he could muster.

Hood tilted Jaime's chin up, looking down at him. His mouth twisted into something more appraising.

"Maybe. Do you want a beat down?"

Khaji was a constant pulse in his head. It caused ripples to form along the suit's surface.

Jaime Reyes, do not dare.

Fine, he wouldn't get Red Hood to pin him down and make him helpless. A guy can't have any fun around here.

He shrugged, overly aware of the shivers that Hood's hand on his chin was creating down his spine.

"We can schedule a time and place for it." Jaime gestured to the apartment. "Wouldn't want to wreck your shit."

Hood chuckled, leaning close to his face. He could see the fine mesh on white out lenses of the domino, the stubble on his cheeks. The beer on his breath smelled malty.

"What if you rocked it?" He whispered, his voice breathy and suggestive like everything else out of his mouth and Jaime broke.

His head pounded with Khaji's alarm as he turned to lean up. It was foolish, he didn't care.

Their lips met in a brush before he pressed closer and tongue was involved. Red Hood tasted just as he smelled: of ash, beer, chocolate, and tar.

It was bad. It was foul. It was everything.

Khaji went blissfully quiet and Jaime pulled Hood on top of him, tangling his hands into his dark hair. The Blue Beetle suit and the Red Hood costume were too bulky to be up against each other comfortably, but they did what they could.

Jaime pulled back to gasp breathlessly and Hood tried to chase his lips for a second. His back met the couch cushions. The larger man put one foot on the ground and his knee on the couch and loomed over him, his mouth set in a spit-slick grin. It was downright predatory.

He started to lean down to kiss him again when an unfamiliar notification sound echoed through the apartment. Hood groaned, dropping his head in frustration.

"Hood-" Jaime started, sitting up when he got off the couch.

He just grabbed his phone and texted someone, fury in every line of his body. He messed with the mask some, odd movements scratching at the side. Hood eventually relaxed, coming back to hover over him again.

"Yeah, Angel Face?" He wiped a string of saliva off Jaime's chin with his thumb.

Jaime forgot what he was about to say, so he just swallowed and went to the next best thing.

"What was that about?"

Hood hummed and rubbed circles distractingly at the corner of Jaime's mouth.

"Just someone sticking their head in something that doesn't concern them."

He pressed a hungry kiss against Jaime so he couldn't answer and he responded in kind, grunting into it as Hood moved his head how he wished. His stubble scratched against his face, a curious sensation. He was already getting used to the ash and tar after-taste.

The loss of control made his head spin and he grasped at broad shoulders.

It was as if he was being consumed.

The next time he pulled back for air (seriously, how much lung compacity did Hood have?), his breaths were shaky and his fingers itched to pull Hood's mask off so he could mimic Jaime's own bare face. Hood started mouthing at the bare space below his jaw and Jaime drew the Blue Beetle suit lower, to his shoulders.

Jaime, do you trust this man with you bare? Khaji checked in, the closest thing to concern coloring the mechanical voice. At the rate you are going, he will see me or see the chains you fight to keep intact within twenty more minutes.

Fuck, it was right.

He tugged at Hood's hair so he disconnected from his neck. He looked up at him inquisitively, a slight frown to his lips at being interrupted.

"No- No biting below shoulders, no action below the belt."

Jaime could live with visible hickies. He just didn't want the intimacy of a naked chest, of his back and torso on display. It was too much.

Red Hood nodded, his lips tugging up.

"Thanks, noted." He said, as if it was nothing. "I'm not good with being restrained by my arms."

Jaime made a confirming noise.

"Cool."

He twirled Hood's hair between his fingers and took a moment to slow down. Hood leaned into the rythmic motion.

Jaime pressed a kiss to his lips and Hood pushed him to lay down again, keeping their lips together.

"After our fight, would you like to go to dinner with me?" He murmured into Jaime's mouth. He finally felt the scarring.

"What about our identities?" Jaime blinked through the haze.

Hood winced.

"Oracle found out your identity from tapping into the mask camera at a very... bad time. They told me before I could stop them." He seemed apologetic.

Khaji jolted into action before he could stop it, making the suit close around his panicked face and blades peek out of his arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't control this." He forced the blades back and calmed Khaji down enough to get his face uncovered again.

Hood leaned back, giving Jaime space before taking the domino off.

Green eyes flecked with blue greeted him, the pupils blown a bit.

"My name is Jason Todd, nice to smooch ya' Jaime Reyes." Hood- Jason tilted his head teasingly.

Jaime rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"You're good at it, Jason."

He didn't know what else to say and Jason just chuckled.

"You're pretty good at it too, Jaime."

Jaime intertwined their fingers and looked up at him.

"I would love to go to dinner with you."

SPANISH TRANSLATIONS

Bájame- put me down

Coño- fuck

Hermoso- handsome

Si estuviera hablando así todo el día, mi familia tendría mi cabeza en una pica- If I was talking like that all day, my family would have my head on a pike

no creo que tu familia pueda derribarte como yo podría hacerlo- I don't think your family can take you down quite like I could

[mumblesplash]

here’s the thing right i am not naturally good at most aspects of minecraft. i don’t have the patience or attention span for farms, i don’t have the aesthetic sense for making cool builds, and even after playing for months i forget which controls do what so easily i have to wear feather falling iv boots and prot iv armor because i kept falling to my death *with an elytra on*

but if you put me in an ancient city i become Different. the second we enter one of those things i am in charge of the whole group. i know everything about everything. my situational awareness skyrockets. i can suddenly do parkour for some reason. where was all this competence in the light of day

[theminecraftbee]

2ND-5 LOG 0013

Oh hey, lucky number. Wonder if I, uh, should skip it? Superstitious reasons? Everything messed up on twelve, though, not thirteen, so...

Uh, after the crash I'm doing mostly okay, except I have to keep rescuing my corpse from the nether, and it's starting to get to me.

Before - whatever happened? I'm still not sure... After whatever happened, most things went back to normal? I'm honestly starting to get pretty hard to kill in vaults; between healing and the amount of armor I have, most of the time I can have an easy day. So, uh, starting to get unused to respawning a little. And, uh, in vaults, it... The vaults, I've never gotten my stuff back from when I died.

But, uh. Outside of the first day, I had always kept the stuff I died with, when I died on my island, instead of in the vaults.

Instead, now I'm leaving behind a corpse.

It's... technically not new? I've, uh. The corpse. It's been disconcerting from the beginning. But before they'd gone away. And now, instead, I die to a blaze because I forgot to put back on my chestplate after flying out to that fortress, and I respawn, and whoops, no stuff.

So, uh, I panic, right? Just a little bit. I have a spare elytra; I have enough armor to make a pretty effective spare set. I fly back out to the fortress.

And, uh -

Look, I got used to - the dead bodies are kind of disconcerting. For a long time, one of mine was, uh, just stuck in the void? But that's different. That's just... there. You get used to that.

Looting my own dead body was... new? It was new. I mean, uh, the items don't despawn, so I guess that's... a plus?

If I'd gotten used to this at the beginning I think I'd still be thinking of this thing as more of like a puppet than a body but it's far too late for that at this point I've already integrated. So. Uh. Too late. Too used to thinking of this as... besides, you can still see...

Anyway. Uh. Then I died two more times in the nether, including once where I had to climb down to the edge of the void to find my dead body so.

Bit of a weird one? Definitely some kind of reaction to whatever happened when everything crashed.

I guess I'll get used to it like everything else, though.

[absolute-flaming-trash]

This is the most self indulgent I've ever been, and this very much not for people who get grossed out by bugs.

It's also the result of a wonderful conversation with @after-witch when we were up to "no good bug stuff"

Pairing: Mahito x Reader

SFW, Horror

Word Count: 1'879

Warnings: Budding yandere behaviour, Insects, Gore, Torture (not reader, at least physically), Victim blaming, Mahito's experiments are their own warning

There was no way you could’ve known what would come from meeting someone like Mahito.

It was an interaction born out of innocence, at least on your part. A naivete that only presented itself when you were in the element of pursuing your favourite pastime.

He could have ignored you - left you to your own devices and let you carry on with your life, but instead he engaged you directly; overcome with a joy that held more than just curiosity, and it all started with a question you were now incredibly familiar with, both in and outside of your home.

“What are you doing?”

You were hunched somewhat awkwardly over your desk, full attention on the insect in front of you.

“I’m trying to get the elytra out for display.” Your words were slightly muffled by the two thin pins held between your lips. “And it’s being a pain in the ass.”

He hovered over you with his chin pressed uncomfortably against your shoulder as he watched you spread the outer covering of the bright green beetle you had pinned on a piece of styrofoam - revealing the glossy, transparent wing underneath.

“You’re in my light.”

He didn’t budge, but you could feel the movement in his cheeks as he smiled.

“So this one is dead, right?”

“I wouldn’t be working on it if it wasn’t, I left it in the kill-jar for nearly twelve hours.” You grunted in frustration when the elytra snapped back over the wing. “Remember, beetles take longer to die.”

“Why?”

“Because their exoskeleton is thicker.”

“Why?”

“It acts like armor.”

“Why?”

“To protect their insides.”

“Why?”

“Mahito, do you want me to finish this so we can go back out, or not?”

The sharpness of his giggle right in your ear made you flinch and lose your grip on the elytra for the nth time in a row. You shot him a quick glare out of the corner of your eye.

“Seriously, the sooner I get this done, the sooner I can show you where to find beetles for your own collection.”

One of his hands appeared in your vision and held the elytra in place long enough for you to place a pin down.

“Thank you.”

He hummed and watched you put the final touches on the insect display, still smothering you with his presence. You had yet to voice your discomfort despite the fact he was quite literally breathing down your neck.

To say Mahito took some getting used to was an understatement, but part of you didn’t mind. It felt good to have someone so genuinely interested in your hobbies instead of becoming immediately disgusted whenever the topic was brought up. His pure, unwavering delight to learn everything you had to offer was something you treasured greatly, and it was enough to make you tolerate the majority of his behaviour.

Otherwise you’d say his enthusiasm was bathed in enough red flags to make a blanket.

“Okay.” you took the leftover pins from between your lips and placed them back in their respective vial. “I just need to prime the kill-jar, and then we can go.”

His smile widened against your neck and he finally backed off enough that you could move unrestricted.

“What are you using?”

“Do you seriously not remember, or do you just want to listen to me explain again?”

There was no true malice in your tone when you turned to face him with an eyebrow raised, the smile on your face was enough to discredit that entirely. He sat on a semi-cleared corner of your desk, crumpling whatever papers that were laid out underneath his weight as he picked up a small, clear vial that contained a yellow tinged liquid.

The way he eyed it reminded you of how a cat looked at christmas ornaments.

“I don’t remember you using this.”

“That’s because I normally don’t.” You plucked the vial from his fingers, ignoring Mahito’s child-like whine that followed as you opened a medium sized jar, replacing the old sponge at the bottom with a new one. “I can’t get new acetone until my campus opens back up on Monday, so I’m using nail polish remover as a substitute.”

“Does it affect the bugs differently?”

“Not really.” The sponge grew marginally in size from the few drops of liquid. “Depending on the brand, I might have to use a little more than what I usually would.”

He took the vial from you again once you were done and held it up to his face, the stitches on his skin contorting with the faces he made..

You had never asked about them - assuming only some kind of terrible accident could possibly result in such a unique and admittedly corpse-like appearance.

“Okay.” You tightened the lid on the jar then tossed it up a few inches in the air, catching and gripping it eagerly. “Are you good to go?”

The skin around his eyes crinkled in an expression you saw every time he got particularly excited about something.

“Oh yes.”

You grabbed your net and slung it over your shoulder as the two of you walked out of your home and onto the streets of Tokyo. “If we can’t find any beetles, we’ll go hunting for butterflies.” You beamed, a bit of laughter following your words. “That way you’ll finally have one of your own and you can stop messing with mine.”

“Actually��” Mahito hooked his arm around your elbow and pulled you against him. You had to tighten your grip on the jar to keep it from falling. “I want to take a little detour before we catch anything else.”

The direction he turned was the opposite of the park you had in mind, and while you weren’t exactly an expert on the layout of Japan, the way he was leading you was more towards the industrial side of the city than any parks you knew of.

You frowned a little.

“I want you to know if you’re taking me to some place to kill me, I will fight back.”

Your flat, monotonous tone was met with a snigger.

“It’s a surprise.” He paused briefly, giggling to himself a little more before adding onto his sentence in a moment of after-thought. “I think you’ll get a kick out of it.”

He stared down at you and the amount of mirth swimming amongst the blue and gray sent a pang of anxiety through your gut. You weren’t really one for surprises.

“And this kick can’t wait until we have some bugs?”

“Nope.” He popped the P as he led you further into the bowels of the city.

Quite literally.

Eventually he stopped in front of a broken grate that led into a drainage system, and gestured towards it.

“After you.”

You hesitated, but obliged and rested your net against the stone wall beside the opening before you hunched over to enter through the rusted gap of broken metal - the kill-jar still clasped firmly in your hand out of protective habit.

The net would be easy enough to replace if it got stolen during this little side-quest, but the jar… not so much. You had only just found one that was the perfect size for transport and quality control for your beloved insects, and you weren’t very keen on repeating the search anytime soon.

The tunnels were slick and slimy to the touch, so you reserved to hovering your arms in the air for balance as you pushed forwards.

It was terribly dark. What little light existed came from an area a few dozen yards ahead, and you headed for it without question - anxious to get whatever Mahito was so excited about over with.

“I do hope you like it.” Mahito’s voice wasn’t far behind you, maybe two feet at the most. “You’ve been a wonderful teacher.”

As you rounded the corner into the light, the smell hit you before you saw them, so it took a moment to register the scene in front of you.

The jar shattered into pieces on the ground as you brought your hands up to your mouth in horror.

They were everywhere. Humans, or what was left of them, strung up in various poses along the walls of the sewer. The stink of iron hung heavy in the air and you were overcome with a wave of nausea when one of them moved against the pieces of metal that held them in place.

They were still alive.

“I tried to apply everything you taught me.” Mahito’s overly excited voice echoed off the walls as he came in behind you - pushing you further into his lair when you wouldn’t move out of the way. “Although humans are a bit more fickle than your little bugs.”

He left you in the center of the room and walked over to one of his victims, their chest barely rising and falling - and that in itself was a miracle. To call them human anymore was wrong. Their limbs had been reshaped to mimic that of a cricket while the skin of their back had been flayed open to crudely resemble the wings of a butterfly.

The first tears fell when their warbled cries filled the room and your ears registered two pitiful words.

‘Kill me’

Mahito’s own expression briefly drooped in response to the plea for mercy, but his haunting look of unadulterated glee was quickly restored.

“Your advice on using acetone to kill them doesn’t work very well.” Mahito’s tone was chastising, but his smile betrayed his true emotions. “At the most it just makes them pass out. Not the most effective poison for my own specimens, I’m afraid.”

He flicked the makeshift “wings” before he made his way back over to you, and your stomach lurched in response. Your mouth opened and closed repeatedly as your mind raced to come up with some kind of retort.

The scientist in you wanted to point out the fact acetone would never even come close to killing a human, but that was the very least of the current issue here. Outright calling him a monster didn’t feel like enough… He had taken your passion and knowledge and twisted it into something perverted. Disgusting. Something shockingly evil and vile.

He cooed mockingly and the sound dissolved into giggles as he brought his fingers up to pinch your cheeks so your lips squished together under the pressure. “You look like a fish.”

You yanked your head back violently and you shot him the most scathing look you could possibly muster.

“You’re a fucking abomination to this Earth.”

“Oh come on, you’re being such a downer.” He threw an arm over your shoulders and pulled you to him in a crushingly tight embrace. One that was far more smothering than any of his previous advances could ever be.

“I did this all for you. After all, it wouldn’t have been possible if I hadn't met you.”

On second thought, evil wasn’t right either. It implied there was some level of good that existed - something in his soul that could be redeemed, but that didn’t exist in Mahito.

Inhuman felt better. Correct in the most terrible of ways.

A reality that sunk in far too late as he pressed his lips against your tear-stained cheek.

© absolute-flaming-trash 2022. Do not repost, modify, copy, or claim.

Taglist: @prettycutebunny, @sai-my-beloved, @we-are-so-close, @shorkbrian, @biby-24k, @forcefulkitten, @siphite

[chain-draws-stuff]

AUGH-

EndKing!Steve AU

Chapter 16

what a fool...

Mesa pov:

I was almost out of the small town following where my portal was...that's when

*russling*

I looked at the bush next to me and...

A little furbal with Grey, black, and white stripes on its body(racoon) came out of the shadows, I almost got a heart attack when that happened...but I wasn't expecting something else to come down from the trees and tackled me, pinning me down to the ground. It was a person? No...the man had horns curved upwards, claws and a tail.....this was no human...then what?! I wasn't able to move not even an inch 'what kind of sorcery is this?! I can't move...' I thought to myself as I prepared for there next move...the creature stood up and running away sparing my life...'what was that...' be fore I could even turn around I was nocked out...

I couldn't remember what happened but all I know it that I was back to my castle lying down on my bed as if it was all a dream...I got out and wore the rest of my armor

(I'll tell you my hc for Mesa once I'm finished with this chapter and yes he's a cyborg)

I got to the hallway and I see that the pleaug was still spreading...slowly but surely. I had to act fast, but before I even got the chance to move towards the throne room pain rockets throughout my entire body.

I was aching in pain but as seconds passed the pain began to sooth and dissappear. I got up and continued to the throne room and headed to the back of the room to enter my (hidden)laboratory and luckily got a sample of the creature (soo...I guess it wasn't a deam?...) I placed it to one of the tubes and then placed the tube on the table and began making some random potions because who knows what else the pleaug could do?!

As I was making potions Just in case and as I was almost done with making I heard a glass break from the other room (the potion room and yeah he has 2 laboratory for bc he has too many potions) I rushed to the potion room and I saw the blood sample in the tube was broken...the blood was spilled on the ground...just great, unfortunately I didn't had another one...I was puzzled...who could had made the tube break and fall? I was the only one in here after all...and the only one who knew...I shrugged off the feeling and went back towhay I was doing...

????:....what a coincidence...looks like I'll be taking 2 dimension...what fun~

In the realm of the dead...

Steve pov:

The dragon I were having a nice convesation about random...stuff then began...

Crack!

I looked around and looked at my arm see that it had a small Crack on it...

????:Child...you can't stay here for long...

The dragon spoke with worry and calmness

Steve:...but what about you?...

...

????:ill be fine. Besides, you can visit me whenever you'll go back to sleep

The dragon spoke with calmness as if this had already happened to him multiple times...I was asleep thus whole time? (yeah I get it players can't sleep in the end...BUT ENTITLES CAN)

???: hey...atleast you'll have someone to talk to when your alone...

The dragon smiles at me...I smiled back, the world was breaking I didn't know how to get out. The dragon places one of it claws on my hand as it went close to my ear and said...

????:Wake Up.

I woke up from the dream and...everything was fine...I was back to reality seeing my claws as I looked at my arm and the crack was gone... I got up and went to the closet and change...to wearing my elytra and the armor on the armor stand. I knew the whole castle at the back of my hand, it is my castle after all. I remembered tha the phantom was going to take me somewhere...I got ready and brought my sword.

(the reinforced shadow sword from chapter -)

I waited for a few minutes at the edge of the island as the phantom was hovering the void...the phantom nodded signaling me to follow them...we flew over biome after biome, island after island. We were far from the kingdom thats for sure...as we flew over islands and rivers we finally got to the...

...

...

...

I flew down to the ground and proceeded to walk forward to the stairway down to the lower levels of the abandoned structure. I wasn't sure what this place is...'what in he multiverse is this...' I thought. I escaped my mind as we got to the lowest level, I came to see a waystone on the center and statues on each corner...but there was one missing...I came down to see that all of these statues were the old rulers or old guardians of the end...the figure told me that they all used to be human...like me...I looked back at one of the statues and looked back at all of them...they all looked familiar. Have I met them before? I looked behind each statue seeing glass behind each statue had its own phantom to represent itself...all of hem we're still alive...just banished and sealed away. I looked back at the one with the Phantom who had turquoise eyes. It's horns were facing upwards but slightly curved.

(I'll show you guys what they look like soon enough or maby after this chapter and also there names)

I looked at the name of the phantom and it was...----. The one without a statue and hadn't had a glass window, the figure told me that, thats where they used to be placed petrified and turned to stone...until I came...and took the crown which caused them to be setted free but...there body was yet still bound in chains, all of them were. And said that I was chosen to set them all free. Like I was special...

What a fool to believe such promises...

End of chapter 16...

First chapter/previous/next

My apologies if this was kind of short I was on a rush while doing this. Anyways I'll soon be posting my hc for Mesa and the other hc I have and ofc my new oc's for the EndKing!Steve AU and I have to re-download minecraft on my tablet because my brother deleted and yeah I think I'll be making the stairway down to hell :]

[meteor752]

Double life kids, eight years later

The final designs for the kids. Wont make anymore, unless I finally get on with making that Superhero au I said I would do a few months ago

Anyways

I’ve been working really hard on these designs, and some of them are probably the best I’ve ever made! So I really hope you like them!

Liana

(A few years down the road, the watcher genes started to become more prominent. The extra pairs of wings and the eye change are just the beginning too! Her color palette is kinda a mess but it’s just how she rolls. Top hat with goggles and a corset because Steampunk vibes are cool. Also her Flyguy bow, just in case)

Parrot pal has successfully started her own business, where she sells everything from deep slate to gold to clothing and mercenary jobs. The wider the spread, the better the bread

Lives very close to the shopping district, to keep an eye on her shops

The Watcher thing sure is…interesting. Grian hasn’t told her the full story, so she isn’t sure exactly what she is but she knows that it’s something unworldy

Is still learning to disguise it

Has a fierce rivalry with Mumbo over trying to become the riches hermit. Mumbo had no idea this rivalry is happening

She’s bestie with her little brother, Grumbot Prime

Wes

(Golden boy. His Hc and current design has a lot of similarities, mainly because when it comes to change he likes to take things slow. Got a haircut tho, plus many tattoos and a circlet to represent his status as the son of the sun god (Tho who knows how true that actually is). Also has a skull ring, in honor of Jekiv)

Baby boy is doing fine. Mostly

Is decked out in gold because again, he loves to mine, and gold is his favorite ore

Lost part of his ear and hearing in a creeper explosion, least favorite of his scars

Has improved his self confidence greatly over the years, which in turn improved his relationship with his dad

(Side note, I can imagine Xisuma whitelisting like a therapist or something just because these three, especially Wes, has some things to work through)

Is actually an extremely skilled farm creator, just like his other dad

Spends a lot of time trying to find a way to fix their code so they can leave and rejoin servers

Gertrude

(Total princess warrior vibes for her. Wanted her to be a mixture of Butch and femme, in the weirdest way possible. She’s now also wearing shoes! I wanted her to have heels alright? Her soles eventually got worn out so she’s wearing a pair of boots)

One of the best warriors on Empires SMP

Used to have separate outfits for being a monster hunter and being a noble, but eventually just combined the two to make her life easier

(Eddie made her armor, she’s very grateful)

The armor had to be made fireproof, because despite being older she still scuffles playfully with Johnny

She went through quite a large number of weapons before settling on the mace. It just, “fit her”

Also very few people can actually lift her mace, because it’s extremely heavy.

Sometimes helps out fWhip in Gobland with redstone, just because it’s fun. She enjoys the challenges that he presents to her

Wants to someday face ten withers and take down them all. Until then, she will train with all her might

Johnny

(My friend told me he looked evil lol. Ran out of cowboy outfits a long time ago, so here’s a more outlaw vibey one. The goggles and scarf are to protect his face from sand though, so likes there’s a reason lol. Butternut stands proud at the scene as well)

Despite his outer appearance, he’s still the nice lad you all know and love

He is more of a free roamer nowadays though, mostly traveling the mesa around Tumble Town, sometimes even beyond it

After Liana left for Empires, Johnny started helping Pix out with his excavations

When there’s word of a new discovery far away from any of the empires, you can bet your ass that Johnny is he first man on the case

And sure, he caaaaaaaaaaan use his elytra and get there in maybe half a day, but that beats the point of traveling!

An absolute expert at dealing with mobs at this point, especially creepers. Goes fucking crazy with that whip of his

Despite it all, he’s still a simple country bumpkin at heart, who likes his breakfast early and his music country

Jassy

(Queen is extremely anime. I just searched “anime ninja female” and tried to get general style of outfit correct. Her hair was almost impossible, but looking on it now it looks fantastic. Her daggers are also enchanted, that’s why they’re purple lol)

Jassy is a trophy wife and she takes her job very seriously

She does know her way around redstone, and she ain’t a bad builder (She’s the one who made her and Liana’s base), but her wife is out making bank while she takes care of their many, many cats

The mercenary part of Double Co. is her entirely though.

The story behind her damaged eye is a mystery to all, as every time someone asks about it she makes up some new fantastical tale

In reality she was flipping her daggers while laying down on the ground, then accidentally dropped one. It ain’t as cool as fighting an alligator, or taking down twenty wardens at once though

Jekiv

(Glow up of the fucking century my dude. He ain’t abandoning his love for pastels anytime soon, but that almost makes him more scary. Exchanged his old staff for a scythe just for the aesthetic. If you look closely at the hand holding the scythe, you can see a golden ring)

*Becomes a mass murderer* ~Character development~

He’s still not a full fledged necromancer yet, though he can summon entire corpses now. Actually getting them to do his bidding is another thing

The squirrel on his shoulders is named Chimp. She’s his familiar, and she’s thirsty for blood

Has spent nearly four years trying to solve the mystery of The Evermoore, but hasn’t come out with much result

Did find out he has no soul, or at least not a traditional one, so that’s neat!

Existential crisis aside, Jekiv is also trying to figure out a way for their code to be fixed.

Novo

(Pov: Ur about to want and rip your ears off. Hat decorated, coat fluffy, heels fucking iconic, my man has the drip. A weird drip, but the drip nonetheless. And after all these years, he still does the ruined makeup look. Some things never change)

Switched to playing the bagpipe, because those things are both loud and difficult to learn to play. Novo does not know how to play, but that doesn’t stop him one bit

Best big brother to Oli’s child, and with that I mean the absolute worst influence a child could ask for

Actually managed to reconcile with Scott, despite all odds. It’s not a perfect father-son relationship, but like none of them have that so it’s fine

Wears a lot of pink partly to match with Gert, and partly because it’s a loud and obnoxious color, so it garners attention

The wealthiest of all the kids, just by people paying him to leave him Tf alone

There’s some fic ideas I still have with the kids, plus maybe the fourth series will give me some new material, but these are probably the final designs I will make for them.

[hisuian-history-makers]

“To not just glide but soar!”

—————————————————

‘My village retold the history of my world very religiously. And yet I was able to experience it from the Builders end. Me, a cleric’s mentee, of all people truly seeing the Beings’ work.

I don’t want to believe it. No, I can’t believe it.

The Beings were gods of infinite creativity that shaped our world. Unlike most gods, they were not infallible in the slightest. For better or worse they built upon each error made.

Even the Creeping Bombers—odd mistakes that they were—still deserved to exist.

Many years passed before the Beings were satisfied to let the world develop mostly on its own. Food never perished, monsters were kept at bay with light, caves never collapsed, tools including weapons could be made easily, and everything was suspended in static gravity.

Then they sent down the Builders, who came in two phases. Phase One was improving upon the simple designs. Why Guardians were creat

First Gen Builders left behind mineshafts, monster spawners, iron golems, witch arts, end cities, temples in the deserts and jungles. Portals to the eternally burning nether-scape always made me question why it was so easy to visit there. The Nether wasn’t our Hell.

Their second generation had a weaker link to the Beings. Perhaps that’s why they built less uniform creations—created complex red stone powered contraptions. Not. Not all of them were good-natured trapping my simple villager ancestors in farms/closets. We’re Enpecees.

Again, why’d I steal from one of their bases?

I. Wanted. To. Fly—‘

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Huffing, the dimension traveler closed the old battered journal. A leather-bound book with only fifty pages that endured her first test flight.

Granted nearly falling into the void shook her past self up something fierce. It was ironic how cautious she used to be when now she was—Joycelyn Brewer, experienced dimension flyer.

The elytra wings might’ve had limited potential in how the Builders saw them in that game. Two pieces of fabric that granted the very limited ability to glide. But Joycelyn, she preferred Joy, modified hers past it’s original form. She was lucky Father Darren knew beyond the normal brewing knowledge of a Cleric. He had seen the second Builders enchanting things first hand!

Minecraft “Players” were so lucky villagers never revolted against them. Where’d they think all those trade offers came from after all?

Joy spent many weeks repairing the old Elytra she found displayed on an armor stand. It had nearly broken apart when she took the pair off, otherworldly scales flaking and dull. Not telling anyone that she ventured into an old Builder base was the most dangerous rule she broke.

Time and time again everyone warned her not to. “Builders were always a reckless sort. Some made games of trapping each other. From their closest allies to mortal enemies everyone was a free target. Lava pit-falls, skulk-sensors,” old guard Johnathan constantly reminded the kids.

Now though? Joy rolled her shoulders feeling the Elytra wings—her wings—blend seamlessly to her back through its enchantment. No longer was it simply two pieces of fabric but a frame covered in phantom membrane and feathers.

One amazing part about her travels was that she had met winged-races. Those who were born with them rather than creating them.

It was always fun seeing their reactions to her “hiding” her wings in someplace impossible.

Joy’s inventory helped hide the prized Elytra though she had far outgrown limited space in it. People who knew about Minecraft (the name of the game based on her world) were always so curious about how the inventory worked. Who knew they had access to a pocket dimension in-game? She kept a small laboratory for potion ingredients in her pockets. Still an apprentice cleric or not, she knew just how to brew several.

(She did miss the static gravity of her home.)

Pranks counted as tests of character, right?

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[I made a character based on the Minecraft Comes Alive Mod, the main reason why her name spelling is so odd. Joy travels a lot via flying her Elytra wings. So much so that she has been mistaken for various winged species; an angel, Thanagarian, a goddess, harpy, etc… She enjoys flying.]

I plan to have her indulge in some shenanigans.

[alittlewarlord]

I would love to hear your thoughts on if the stormlight characters were emperor's on the empires smp (like what would their empires be like)

ok. ok. i have never thought about this before and also i only got into empires recently and am only really caught up on pixlriffs pov but i will do my best so here goes

FIRSTLY. i think jasnah would have some sort of ancient empire a la pixlriffs because of the inherent history/archaeology approach to the lore, especially with her being a historian + generally intelligent/ingenuitive, i think thats where she'd fit best - and i feel like she'd have an alliance with navani from the get go

navani would absolutely 10000000% have a hugely redstone-based empire that she'd sink everything she had into, and she'd be all over the infrastructure of the server, but shed ALWAYS play it as like. her villagers are the actual engineers. downplaying her role in a way where it'd absolutely be unclear where the line between rp and actual self talk is

i havent touched on exports at all but i think navani would export less material goods stuff and more services, like setting up storage systems and transport systems within empires. and redstone itself of course, and she'd make a lot from exporting things like comparators and such that are hard to craft. jasnah on the other hand... enchanted books? and other book-related stuff, to maintain the whole scholar vibe? not totally sold but not against it either

dalinar would recreate urithiru in the middle of a mountain range, and he and navani would be next-door neighbors if not totally allied and occupying urithiru together. his export would probably be armor and tools, and possibly netherite and mob drops? and he'd be the one vying for every alliance he can get but always fumbling a few of them at a time, and he'd absolutely refuse to fight or drink potions for backstory reasons

kaladin. my mans. hed set up in a badlands at first and create this huge sprawling landscape of those terracotta spires, each with a different necessary part of his empire on each of them so he'd have an excuse to fly everywhere. he'd export elytra and rockets, but he'd be really generous with all of it, and he'd be one of the few alliances with dalinar that really stuck and he'd use urithiru as a place to practice his elytra moves.

shallan.... i feel like she'd lean into the DID system by making multiple facets to her empire, kinda like katherine's dichotomy between princess and monster hunter in season 2!! shallan herself would have a very colorful facade to her entire empire and export dyes and such, where veil would get the shadier parts and back alleys of town and do more of the treachery/pranking behind peoples backs. radiant would keep herself around a central palace, and be the one to come to for help dealing with the aftermath of veil's pranks. she'd probably start off with an alliance to jasnah, but slowly separate until they're not like, unfriendly, but they're not allied either

adolin would have a gold-based empire!! i imagine with like. a similar ancient greek influence to smallishbeans, but less colorful, and probably not floating in the sky. and he'd never get elytra to parallel the whole im not a radiant plotline, but he'd play up the yearning for one a lot at first, especially after he finds out that kaladin and shallan are. i also feel like he'd have a raid farm for whatever reason? like to deal with pillagers?

renarin would stick pretty much on his own, but he'd interact the most with adolin and kaladin. i feel like he'd make an empire in the deep dark after ridding it of shriekers and wardens completely on his own without anyone realizing, and set up huge underground cathedrals with his predictions set in the glass of the windows. and the entrance to that would be hidden in an unassuming, bland base on the surface that the others dont notice until skulk starts leaking out. and he'd make prophecies every once in a while that would freak the others out, but they'd always end up a little bit different than what actually happens.

his export would be him showing up unannounced to fight off wardens that get dropped in peoples bases before immediately resuming his unnassuming, meek act. (his serious material export is iron + copper, to try and signify his want to be more battle-worthy, but he's always running low on those materials because of it being an export)

and finally, because i cant help myself: moash would be one that joined the server late, and had a whole plotline of replacing one of the friend villagers in kaladin's empire. and theyd be best buds until moash went and killed dalinar in some prank or another, and he'd split off to his own empire designed like an inverse of kal's on the underside of the end islands. he'd theoretically export shulkers and enderpearls, but never to any of the lighteyes (on camera) (and that limit doesnt count when veil is at the front; in the lore, he doesnt know she and shallan are the same body)

that was a lot BUT i hope u like and i would absolutely like to hear ur thoughts on those designations/expansions on them if u have any!! this was a way more fun exercise than i expected :D

[dracke2701]

they're just completely out of their depth honestly

"it's too easy to get an elytra" oh yeah you just need to start by producing a portal either by using litteral speedrun strats or by finding diamonds (a relatively rare ressource that will neccessitate either to explore for a little while or get into dangerous places) to make a pickaxe that can mine the necessary obsidian...

...then you get to the Nether, a dangerous dimension that can easily kill you if you're not cautious enough even with a full diamond armor, you will probably want fire resistance (which means dabbling in the alchemy and/or enchanting systems, which means more exploring and collecting stuff and even some grinding) and you will also need to find a randomly spawning fortress in this chaotic hard to navigate dimension full of hostile and dangerous mobs...

...in the fortress you'll have to grind Blazes to loot their rods and then combine it with enderpearls that you got by either finding and grinding Endermen (a relatively dangerous mob found in abondance in one of the nether biomes) or by trading with the piglings (which necessitates to first find a lot of gold so it's still grinding)...

...now if you haven't fallen into lava and literally lost all your stuff forcing you to restart everything from the last 2 paragraphs you just have to go back to the Overworld and travel literally thousands of blocks while using your freshly crafted endereyes as consumable compasses to find the Stronghold and hope that you don't break too many of them and have to go back to grind for more (there is also a speedrun strat that lets you find it more "easily" but it's obviously not the intended way and isn't common knowledge at all)...

...once in the Stronghold and with enough eyes left just find the portal and place them in the portal frames and jump in : Congrats ! you've joined the litteral 1% club of players who ever entered the End Dimension ! now you just need to scale a bunch of towers to destroy a bunch of cristal at their top (or trickshot them from below if you're very good with the bow) while avoiding the huge dragon boss that is shooting purple fireballs at you, then fight it in a long and grueling battle (or use the speedrun strat and kill it with bed explosions, i'm sure most players already know about THAT strat (sarcasm))...

you've just beaten the final boss, congratulations ! now jump into the portal to read the end poem, get sent back to the Overworld and... come back, you still don't have your fucking elytra you doofus so travel back to the Stronghold with as many stacks of cobblestone as you can transport and start creating very long bridges right above the void searching for an island with an End City that actually contains a flying boat at its summit (a relatively rare occurence), then find your way up there and hope that it actually has an elytra inside, then get back home without falling into the void and losing everything you own (elytra included)...

...now you've got an elytra ! that's cool, you'll still need to either get mending or fight a bunch of phantoms (you know, the most annoying mob in the game) to restore it when it's damaged by using it, but now you've got the super broken ability to... slowly glide

yeah now you still need to grind for gunpowder and paper so that you can use it at its actually broken capacity by using consumable fireworks

i mean that's obviously easy compared to everything else but like, that's just to highlight that even after going through all those hoops to get it it still has a cost of use

all of this is to say that the elytra is a litteral post-game item that only something like 1 in 1000 players have ever gotten the legitimate way and that the next time some random youtuber argues in their video that the litteral-post-end-of-game-reward is too broken or too easy to get and needs to be nerfed i will banish their real life body to the Twilight Forest mod with my mind and only let them come back to the real world once they've finished it with all achievements

"Minecraft needs to be rebalanced! It's too easy to get mending! It's too easy once you have elytra! All the challenges and bosses are optional!"

Yes. That's the point. That's GOOD actually. My little brother needs to be able to play minecraft as much as I can. It's a sandbox game, not an RPG. You can create difficulty and add challenge and modify files! Those are features in the game and regularly adjusted for just that purpose. But the base game is meant to be accessible and universal.

Especially when a lot of "content" comes in the form of professionals, people who earn a living being good at the game and have hours a day to put into it, our perspective is skewed. I love the hermits, but any time they say a farm "only took two hours" to build? I cringe. When hypixel pvp creators talk about how lame netherite makes vanilla gameplay, I sigh. And when someone complains that it's too easy to cheese a mechanic or obtain a villager trade I kind of want to scream.

It's easy *for you*. It's boring *for you*. It's not that it needs to change drastically, you just need to approach it differently. You have a moral objection to how "easy" it is to get a mending villager? Make the rule for yourself that you can only get mending from the loot table. You think elytra take the fun out of travel? Don't use it.

And before you say "well can't they just use accessibility features to make it easier?" NO. That's not the point of those features. Accessibility features that disable quicktime events or remove puzzles aren't to make a game easier, they're to make a game PLAYABLE. Accessibility features in minecraft are to disable view bobbing, change the visual distortions, add directional subtitles....things that make the game playable to people who need them.

Basically, please chill the fuck out about minecraft being easy. If it's too easy and you can't come up with a solution for that, maybe it's just not a game you enjoy playing. Download a mod pack or go play something different.