#endermen minecraft

[skmhlml]

Hear me out....mutant enderman.

Note: hell yeah!

Date: 5/24/2025

Warnings: inhuman smut

Mutant!Enderman x player

It’s no longer thin and humanoid—it’s towering, with jagged limbs and multiple elongated arms, some of which hang limp or twitch erratically. Its mouth has split down to its chest, filled with glitchy, pulsing teeth made of warped End-stone.

Eight feet tall, hunched like it barely fits in reality anymore. Limbs snap and twitch when it moves. Its mouth has too many parts—something between a lamprey and a flower, and they pulse when it sees you. Saliva drips in thick, stringy globs that hiss when they hit stone.

Instead of glowing purple eyes, it now has a cluster of them—dozens, constantly blinking and tracking you from all angles. They leak an ink-like fluid when it’s excited or aroused (in its own grotesque way).

Its skin Black, veiny, and vibrating—like Ender-pearl material liquefied and stretched over a moving skeleton. Occasionally, parts of it shimmer and reveal flickering runes or symbols not from this world.

It releases strange particles (like purple mist or “ender spores”) that cause hallucinations, arousal, or psychological bonding—especially when it’s “choosing a mate.” It loves to see you confused and flushed, and it always claims, “This means your body wants me too.”

Its voice sounds like static wrapped in whispers. Sometimes you’ll hear it say your name layered dozens of times—moaning it, screaming it, chanting it—as though multiple mouths are speaking through one.

It has additional limb-like appendages that split from its spine, each with their own texture—some soft like silk, others armored and oozing heat. These are very hands-on when it wants to “inspect” you.

It doesn’t reproduce in a normal way. It “implants” void-touched energy or corrupted code fragments into its chosen mate. You don’t grow a child—you warp reality around you. Terrain changes when you sleep. Your heartbeat syncs with End portal sounds.

Once it locks onto you, you are its “Anchor.” It stalks your dreams. It eats the data of other mobs just for looking at you.

It leaks pheromones like a pervert in heat. They’re not subtle. The air reeks of it—acidic, metallic, thick. It wants to smell on you. Wants it to soak your clothes. Your skin. Your sheets.

When it’s in heat—which happens often because of you—it becomes nearly feral. Slamming fists into trees. Pacing. Muttering your name with static-laced moans like a corrupted record looping. “You. You. You. Mate. Mine. Breed. Fill. Keep.”

The extra limbs that coil from its back aren’t idle. They slither when it’s excited. Rub together. Drip things that shouldn’t exist in the Overworld. It strokes itself with them sometimes while staring at you.

It doesn’t just want to “be” with you—it wants to infect you. Wants its essence to rot inside you like a parasite.

He doesn’t just kill your suitors—he trophies them. Puts their skulls near your bed.

[everyonesonthespectrum]

Today’s Autistic character of the day is:

Endermen from Minecraft

Requested by @hands-off-my-macaroni

[swordy-da-goat]

i connected two dots

[vhs-consumer]

Fighting art block with minecraft or something

[aniisol]

the concept of a respawn anchor is so funny. in the Overworld, when you're struck and fall, you wake up in your bed, tucked into the covers with a pillow behind your head. "it's okay," the universe says, for it is kind, "you can try again. rest until you're ready."

the respawn anchor drags your dead and burning body through the hellscape you've sent it to and stabs it through with lightning until you're up and feeling considerably worse than how you did at death. the box will spark and hiss and scream at you to feed it again, or you won't be making it back the next time you're pitched into molten lava.

"i am kind," the universe says. "so i provided you with a world that you could've easily chosen to remain in. player, you cannot sleep here. you forfeited your right to a bed by leaving the confines of my great kindness. if all that you seek is within you, you can do without me."

[Player was killed by Intentional Game Design]

[Player was resurrected by themself]

[frustrationinexcelsis]

Thinking about the vibes of Minecraft's antagonist groups...

Illagers are evil, but human evil. They're a cult in distant strongholds, a vendetta against a severed kin, creatures trapped in cages for who knows what ends. They're tribalism, pride, desire overstepping morality, lust for power, lust for knowledge, lust for wealth. They're the grumbling soldier, the scowling hatchet-man, the monologuing mastermind, the sorcerer sneering from his throne.

Undead are evil, inhuman evil. They are mindless, relentless, merciless. There is no thought or conscience behind those empty eyes, just the drive to make life end. They are death, and death follows with them. They are the groaning horde of corpses, the keening spirit, the grim avatar of death.

Piglins are the barbarians, a hard people from a hard land. They are not your friends, but neither are they inherently your foe. They are hardened survivors, huddling in ruins of a past glory or scraping by a living in the wilds, defending their land from those coming from outside. Their desire is the companionship of the tribe, the sweet smell of meat after a hunt, and the lovely gleam of gold. They are the barbarian chief, the cunning trapper in the wild, the berserker red with glory.

Endermen are alien. They seek no goals we can perceive, wander lonely in the night on what might be aeons-spanning missions or the passing whims of chance. They follow fair rules, but their rules are alien. They will pass you by and seek no harm, but will not suffer eyes on them as they do their work. They are the half-seen monster in the night, the quiet figure by your window, the fey people of the otherworld.

[illwilledomen]

Voidborns — The largest and smartest group of life forms in the End.

[ozzyeelz]

Happy yaoi day for those who celebrate…

[eternititties]

[lamemummy59]

Ahhhh I made thsi a while back and forgot to post it! I love them tho

[cupcakeshakesnake]

Man's built like an Enderman

[skmhlml]

Note: I’m gonna be so sad when people aren’t obsessed with this thing anymore.

𝑬𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏(s) 𝑿 𝑭!𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓

You just hear him—in your head. Static, distorted whispers that slither around your brain like cobwebs. Sometimes they sound like your own thoughts. Sometimes they’re commands.

He first noticed you when you looked directly into his eyes during a stormy night. That accidental glance marked you as his. From that moment, he began watching. From trees, behind blocks, in your dreams.

You keep finding little blocks missing from around your house—then reappearing in places that don’t make sense. A flower you planted is now on your bed. Your favorite tool is buried in the floor. He’s nesting.

You made the mistake of looking into an Enderman’s eyes too long. But instead of just attacking you and leaving you to respawn, he didn’t kill you. He froze, twitched… and followed you. Then another one began to follow. And another. You’ve been… claimed. Now you live in a strange place between dimensions. You don’t know how long it’s been. You don’t know if you’re alone anymore..

Endermen don’t communicate in words, but in strange, vibrating hums and pulses.

They steal blocks from the Overworld and recreate your home (or a twisted version of it) in The End for you to live in. It’s uncanny. Nothing is quite right. The walls breathe sometimes…

If you try to leave, one will teleport right in front of you, grabbing you with unnatural limbs that seem longer than physics should allow. Another will be waiting behind you. Their teleportation makes escape impossible.

They stare at you constantly. Even when you’re asleep. They don’t blink. You’ve stopped trying to cover your eyes.

Their form shifts slightly when aroused. The black void skin gets slick and twitchy. Sometimes you can hear the inside of their bodies, like static and clicking bone.

They don’t have traditional anatomy, but that doesn’t stop them. Tentacle-like limbs emerge from the swirling shadows of their torsos. Long, pulsing, ink-black tendrils that move like they’re tasting the air… or your skin.

They touch with terrifying reverence—dragging long, clawed fingers along your body, humming like they’re worshipping a pet. You.

One of them “marks” you by biting—gently at first, then deeper until you’re bleeding. The other Endermen grow aggressive with each other if the scent fades. They take turns keeping it fresh.

If more than one is with you, they restrain you with inky tendrils, murmuring in broken echoes, repeating phrases they’ve absorbed from your voice: “Stay… stay… forever… mate… warm…”

They try to mimic affection, but they don’t understand it. They’ll bring you random items: bones, eyes of other players, bloodied armor. Gifts. Offerings.

You’re collared with an obsidian band that you can’t remove. It marks you as claimed—and it glows faintly when they get aroused. You feel it buzz against your throat when they’re watching.

They don’t fuck like humans. Their anatomy warps and writhes—long, shifting tentacles with glowing ends, slick and hot. They pierce, fill, and stretch you until you’re choking on your own cries. And they don’t stop.

They purr when you cry. Whine. Scream. The sounds seem to excite them. You’ve seen them shudder, glitching in place, twitching in arousal from the sound of your sobs.

They lift you like a doll—never speaking, but chittering to each other in some broken dimension-code language before deciding together what to do with you.

They use their size against you. You’re completely engulfed by their height, their limbs, their cold, grasping touch. You don’t walk anymore. You’re carried. Dragged. Positioned.

They don’t ask. They simply fill. No prep. No patience. Just pure need.

If you fight, they don’t stop. They tighten restraints. Slam you harder. The only thing that slows them is you passing out.

[aniimus]

Liar liar mobs on fire

Soren !!! 💥💥 before and after he flees to the end

Whether he’s turning into an Enderman or not (definitely is), it doesn’t matter bc he’s strangely euphoric about it ...

[kitkinnie]

my endermen headcanons (don't like if you're not going to reblog)

[mc-speculation]

I’ve decided to do some illustrations based off of this post, and first up is enderfolk!

Note: I unthinkingly sign things as my main account all the time so don’t mind that lol it is actually my art

Transcription of the text from the second image below the cut:

Endlets are born completely helpless - blind, nearly deaf, unable to walk (even on all fours), and unable to thermoregulate. Upon hatching their fur is pale yellow & spotted, and their eyes are a dull lavender.

Once their eyes open, endlets’ fur becomes downy & fluffy. At this point they are much softer than adults are. Once endlings are fully mobile their coat starts to darken and they begin developing stripes.

Endlets hatch with fully-formed pearls, which are too big to fit in their chests. The pearl is partially exposed and vulnerable, but as they get older scales will grow over the pearl, encasing it by the time their coats turn black & they start to become independent.

Endlets grasp onto adults’ tails to avoid getting lost or straying from the protection of their guardians.

Enderfolk typically only lay one or two eggs at a time. However, once their endlets are old enough to leave the burrow, enderfolk will often rear their young communally. Often one adult will end up with a long train of unrelated endlets trailing after them.

[sparkbirdmusic]

this edit is so niche oh my god what have i become