#eye of ender jewelry

[whosthere54]

Hi chat! I’m on vacation but here’s some food!

I wanted to do a Royal AU fable SMP thing that was Brothers Centric, so I have that planned out a lil bit in my notes and that’s what inspired this little one shot!

Hope you enjoy reading about prison duo :3

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Icarus was finally able to escape the incessant crowd. They don’t think they’ve ever talked to that many people in their life.

They sigh, leaning back against the wall with their arms crossed over their chest. They scan the ballroom, watching the people of their kingdom celebrate an agreement of peace between the Overworld and the End. If only they knew how much arguing and force it took to get there.

They run a shaky gloved hand through their hair and just breathe for a moment. Their jewelry seemed to have changed from bronze to gold- not that they were complaining- and the seems on their gloves changed from a matching black stitching to a gold thread.

Interesting choice by Quixis, but not an unwelcome one.

Their eyes fall on their brother, all bright purples and greens, and his partner hard not to spot in the crowd for being as tall as he was. He and Fenris seemed so happy together. They couldn’t help but be happy for them.

Fenris surprisingly wasn’t wearing any armor, only dressier black attire. His muscular build was different yet so similar to Centross’s. He was wearing a different mask than usual, this one made of black lace with gold and purple details, his hair pulled into a bun with purple ribbons hanging from it as a marking of his allegiance to the End Kingdom.

It was still Wolf though, that much stayed consistent.

Rae looked… nice.

He’s changed since they’ve last seen him. End markings now with deep lines of dark blue scarring similar almost to Athena’s scars from the wither sickness. An aftermath of the Skulk Sickness they assume. He seemed taller, which was odd. And he had an antler growing out of only one side of his head, decorated with gold chains and purple and green ribbons.

He was wearing a black dress, but it shimmered bright purples and greens when the light hit it. His hair was braided with blue orchids, all his jewelry having a matching orchid theme to them. His crown sat slightly askew atop his head, having been displaced since he’d gotten here. The purple and green jewels in it shined in the sunlight. He seemed so happy. Icarus couldn’t remember the last time they’d seen him that way.

It was nice to see him smile again.

Soon, Fenris traded Rae off for Centross. The two men laughing as Fenris spun them around. Centross wasn’t wearing his armor either, at request of fable, to make him more “non-threatening”. If you look around the citizens seem to be intimidated by him anyways, though the look dies down as time passes.

They all heard the stories. Some were true, some were not. The reputable assassin hired by Enderian herself to assassinate the prince, too much of a coward to finish the job. Some say he’s gotten soft, some say he’s a cold hearted killer, some say he’s just a man. The kingdom grew to respect him regardless. David Centross Mistvale. Their enemy turned best friend. Their assigned bodyguard. The person that is on their side no matter what.

Their idiot best friend.

He dressed nice, dark overworld greens contrasting with his purple scars. He looked like the end and the overworld mixed, black tinted hands and a tail only a bit different from the people of the end. And his wings. They had a structure similar to Rae’s dragon wings, though his were made of bone and whisps of purple the color of the void that faded out in a way so alike to ender particles. They were torn and burnt at the edges, but he was able to fly unaffected.

He had a mask shaped like the skull of a crow, black base with gold thread and green ribbon tying it to his head. They remember having to help him pick, him being so indecisive of what mask to have. Them picking out his earrings, dark metal feathers on gold chains, and giving him some other spare chains they had lying around to put on his mask.

They glanced around the room again, making eye contact for a moment with Rae. They gave him a soft smile and he nodded back, turning back to his partner as he switched off to dance with Rae again. They laughed, shaking their head slightly before turning their attention to their gloves.

They rubbed their eyes, trying to wake themselves up even slightly. Jumping when they feel a steady hand on their shoulder, looking up to find dark purple eyes looking back at them.

“Sorry, just me.” He offered them a lopsided smile.

“Yeah, sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.” They laugh softly, leaning back against the wall.

“Hm that’s alright.” He leans with his side against the wall, almost creating a barrier between them and the crowd.

They just talk, just existing for a while. Centross settled to lean his back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. They watched the crowd for a bit, Icarus pointing out any important figures that they’d had to talk to- or hadn’t yet but were of note. After a bit of silence, Icarus rested their head against his shoulder. It was where their eyes were just hidden, pressed tightly at the curve of his neck.

He leaned his head just slightly against the top of their head, not saying anything but not moving them.

“You’re exhausted, when’s the last time you’ve slept?”

“Uhh… maybe Three days ago?”

“Gods Icarus”

“Look I’ve been busy”

“Not busy enough to not sleep, what were you doing with all that time birdie?”

They shrug.

“Just… paperwork or somethin’ I dunno.”

He hums softly. “We have to be here for five more hours and you can barely keep your head up, I can sneak you out if you want?”

They laugh lightly, ”If my father wouldn’t kill me id say yes.”

He laughs softly and nods in understanding.

”You can at-least rest your eyes for a bit hm?”

They shrug. After a little bit of silence, Centross runs his fingers gently through to mess with their perfect hair just enough so it’s lightly disheveled. They tense a moment, before relaxing and leaning into the contact with a contented hum.

He murmurs some soft reassurances, just continuing to mess with their hair, eyes continuing to scan the crowd for any type of threat.

After a bit of silence, Centross had honestly thought they’d fallen asleep. Though they mumbled softly, barely able to be heard over the other noise.

“Thank you.”

“Always.”

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Rae missed this.

He missed dancing with his partner for hours, he missed laughing with him.

He missed the freedom peace gave them.

And they have it now, and it’s wonderful, and it’s scary, and it’s… he couldn’t really describe what he felt if he was asked.

He’d try for Fenris though.

His partner, his partner. He got to call him that now. His partner. His best friend. His wolf.

They had stopped dancing a little while ago, leaning against the wall with drinks instead. It’s been so long since they were able to talk freely like this. It was nice.

He laughed at something Fenris had said, before Fenris stops.

“Wait, Rae look” He says, pointing at the opposite wall, towards the corner of the ballroom. There, Rae saw Centross leaning back against the wall. When he looked closer he also saw his brother… his brother?

He saw his brother, perfect prince Icarus Morningstar, face hidden where it was resting against Centross’s shoulder, crown slightly uneven on his head where Centross’s hand combed through their hair. Their wings were still pressed tightly to their back, tail resting lightly over their leg, but they weren’t stood up straight and their crown wasn’t perfectly placed over their stupidly perfect hair.

“Oh”

“Yeah! Aw look at them!” Fenris leaned his head on top of Rae’s, looking at the pair.

”Are they..?” Rae asks, tilting his head to the side just slightly. He hasn’t talked to his brother in so long, but he would’ve told him that right? Or Centross or Fenris would’ve…

“No- not yet. They should don’t you think?” Fenris’s voice brings him back, eyes finding Icarus again.

“Yeah… yeah I think so.” He murmurs after a moment.

“Look at them. Little losers.”

“They’re our losers.” Fenris hums softly leaning more against his partner.

“Yeah.” Rae leans back, Fenris nuzzling against his hair.

My brother.

Our losers.

[justcallme-ange]

What do you think about the headcanon that piglins forge golden jewelry as a form or courting? And that Techno made some for Dream and he at first didn't understand it and got COVERED in gold jewelry and Phil had to explain it lol

Oh yeah 100% here for it. First time I saw this was in Kindness is Not Transactional. So if anything sounds familiar - it probably is lol. I love the idea of Techno not explaining anything and hoping it works itself into a relationship. Phil ultimate wing man.

It starts small.

A dagger (Small and concealed for emergencies. Something to stall for enough time so I can back you up.)

Then gold boots with Soul Speed/Fire Protection and Protection IV (practical cuz Dream likes to trade and practice in the Nether. If it comes down to it - choose flight and I’ll come get you.)

Bracelets/Necklaces (Techno was just making stuff and his chests are too full. It’s practical too - if you’re in a tough spot gold jewelry can be used as payment. I want to see you in something I made, you’re beautiful you should never want for anything.)

A crown (Ranboo has one, Techno has one, time for Dream to have one. I give you companionship and family if you want.)

Dream hoards all these gifts like a dragon, even if Techno meant them platonically- they mean a lot to him.

Phil does clue him in eventually. And it ends like this:

A ring with an eye of ender and emeralds. (I love you, I love you, I love you. Marry me?)

Dream says yes of course. ^^

[poetthewriter]

🔮Carnelian Trinkets🗝️

Vex!Scar x Reader

thank you to my 🪶feather anon for requesting this I'm sorry I accidentally deleted you're request but from what a remember you said you wanted a vex!Scar x reader where scar likes to give reader trinkets and little gifts because of his vex side! please enjoy and feel free to leave tips (p.s im not so proud of this story but I hope at least you guy like it<3)

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐬&𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬🌱🧄🌿

Scar had decided to go on a little adventure as he liked to call it but in Y/ns case it meant being left alone for a few days, it not like Y/n couldn't be by their self or that they constantly needed to be with Scar but tonight Y/n will be all alone with no date for the party.

A small gathering happens every so often in Hermitcraft where all the hermits get together and have a nice evening with drinks and treats for all, even though there's so many members as well as a few guests coming from their empires it feels right to give everyone a little thank you gift. pulling out tiny little boxes Y/n walks out of their house and into the mines, after hours and hours of mining and polishing a scatter of crystals lay on a table, from ruby to agate there is a set of handpicked personalized crystals for every guest.

Gold or silver, crown, necklace, bracelet, or ring, smooth or pointy. hundreds of decisions lay in front of Y/n but at the end of the day around 40 sets of jewelry are set in boxes to be given to the person there for.

Amber ear cuffs for Impulse, aquamarine and pink coral tiara for Queen Lizzie of the Ocean empire, golden peridot anklets for the one and only fae girl Gem, and a jasper pendent like amulet for the prince of the lost empire Joey.

The only thing that catches Y/ns eye is a carnelian ring with a engraving inside saying " I Love You, Dear " a little bit of disappointment hits them as they remember Scars absents but all they do is close the box and throw it in the basket.

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The stars shine brightly around Scar as he walks down the paths of the Ender capital, people pass scar left and right from Endermen hybrids to Nether hybrids hes surrounded, some people stare at him and his vex features uncomfortably as others pass and don't bat an eye.

Markets and stalls are set up everywhere going from one to another nothings right, some potions and magical seeds end up in scars inventory but there's something hes looking for that he just cant figure out what it is until a small sparky shine catches his eye.

A flow of magic wisps through the air pulling scar in all he wanted was something personal to give Y/n so all he can do is hope this light can lead him to the perfect thing, slowly he steps over to the shine and a small chest of colorful crystals, rare buttons, and mini empty bottles sits Infront of him his eyes light up and his wings flutter at the big and small trinkets to give his partner.

walking back to the portal to the over world, end flowers, and little pieces of shiny metal litter the ground, more and more bobbles clutter into scar bag and cut his hand and he picks up sharp pieces. reaching into a different pocket for a bandage Scar communicator tumbles out of his bag a bright yellow message takes up the whole screen leaving his face shocked.

"GATHERING AT NINE HOPE TO SEE YOU SOON!"

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Y/n stands there looking in the mirror at their fancy attire, their shoes click as they walk across their house grabbing the big basket full of little gift boxes, a load knock echos through their house slowly but surely Y/n walks the open the door but when they get their someone is already their waiting for them.

"SCAR!"

Y/n runs up the him, he pulls them into a soft hug slowly lowering to the ground.

"oh my god.. I am so sorry, I totally forgot about the party tonight I never meant to do that Y/n, I missed you so so much"

a small kiss opens Scars eyes Y/n just sits there with a goofy smile on their face as they tug on his arm standing up, Y/n yanks Scar to the table they rummage through the big weaved basket and pull out one box slowly opening it they hide it in there hands and slowly slide it on to scars ring finger, he looks at it for a few moments before Y/n asks him a question.

"Do you like it!" they say swinging side to side in excitement, Scar looks up at them and lifts them up with a huge smile on his face, giddy as heck he pulls Y/n in to a seat.

"I LOVE IT!! LOOK LOOK I HAVE STUFF FOR YOU AS WELL, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT" Scar pulls out the big box of little knobs and treats, if he was a dog his big golden retriever tail would be shaking faster then lightning and all Y/n could do is match his energy the trinkets doesn’t matter anymore as much as Y/n loved their partners little gift they were just exited to be with him.

Walking to the party scar runs off like a little child to grab sparkly nicknacks and give them back to Y/n and they just swing their basket excitedly like little red riding hood.

The vex boy rests at his lovers side as they enter the party with everyone. The night was long but the energy never died gifts were given, hugs were shared and the night ended of with cuddles in their warm comfy bed.

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This post is long! Everything under the cut!

Overall Information

The two subclasses Beta and Netherant are remnants of the Enderians who escaped the End before the dragon came to power, with them evolving to fit their environment after centuries

eye contact is seen as a challenge to combat, but Endbornes are the only ones who become instantly enraged

the subclasses Netherant and Beta have been known to crossbreed, though this is not without chances for defects

Beta / Cavedweller

Shortest of the Enderian Subspecies, around 5'11, so they can traverse caves better

Lives mostly in caves, mostly in Lush biomes or close to the Deep Dark, in small communities.

thick fur on feet to muffle noises

excellent hearing

green and blue parts glow in the dark

Short blunt horns, mostly used for sparring or light mining

slightly resistant to water

piebaldism is more common than other subspecies

has cool blues and cool purples in their palettes

extremely skittish

no back spines

splotch-like patterns

Netherant Enderians

Midsize, average height 6'5" to traverse the nether's lower roofs and foliage

live all over the Nether, mostly in the crimson and warped forests

warmer colored to match the Nether palette

orange/yellow parts can be bioluminescent

excellent heat resistance

large bulky horns built for defense and sparring -lives mostly in small villages on cliffs or near the Nether roof

most disagreements are solved through regulated fighting

prone to exploration

patterns are striped, like a tiger

True / Endborne Enderians

Tallest of the subclasses, average around 7'4"

all Endborne are influenced by the Ender Dragon, making them drones for Her.

some travel to the Overworld, but most stay to the end

highly aggressive towards other subclasses

nomadic

long, thin horns, mostly decorative

colored only in shades of purple and purple-blacks

patterns are dotted or circular

(Remember: You can mix spike colors and pattern placement to your discretion. Everything in these documents is a BASELINE for your creative designs!)

Trading between Beta and Netherants

Trading between the subclasses is common, and even encouraged! due to the Nether being full of potion ingredients, quartz, gold, and other things that are hard for Betas to get, and the Overworld having resources like vegetables, fruits, colorful dyes, and ores like diamonds and iron that are hard for Netherants to get.

Normally, in Netherant and Beta villages, there will be portals leading to the other side, where these villages will develop around trading goods back and forth, allowing for both sides to thrive, relationships to form, and holidays and traditions to be recognized and proformed.

Basically, a giant, enderman themed Farmer's Market

Clothing

Enderborne Enderians, due to becoming drones for The Ender Dragon, normally do not wear ornate clothing with patterns like their subspecies counterparts. This isn't seen as a issue, due to Enderians naturally not having any secondary sex characteristics, due to their way of reproduction not involving sexual activity

Netherant Enders normally wear clothing that is warm toned, with breathable fabric, with little layering, with patterns that are angular or boxy

Golden jewelry and leather bracelets and chokers and similar items are worn commonly.

Colors like brown, orange, red, and white, warm purples and shades between are the standard

Beta Enders have slightly more baggy and thick clothing, with colors more on the cooler side, ranging in blues and green and cooler purples are common. their patterns are swirly and wave-like

Iron jewelry is common, with dangly piercings and necklaces

Elytra?

Elytra are a common clothing/mobility aid among Enderians, which are craftable through rituals.

It's a very expensive ritual, and it's normally preformed by village elders, giving each Enderian a elytra when they come of age.

Elytra are seen as the most important garment a Enderian has, and they care for them almost religiously

Mending and Unbreaking III are commonly put on Elytra to make them highly durable

Body Painting

Body painting is common, normally done for formal events, parties and celebrations, but there are Enderians who paint their bodies casually as well, and this is accepted. There are sections of enderian bodies made on or off limits depending on the event, but as the formality of the event increases, so does the amount of patterning on the body.

Holidays

Lots of Player holidays have been adopted by Enderian cultures, especially as cultures mix and grow with time, but there is one Enderian holiday, basically the mother of all parties…

the Longest Night Festival!

This festival takes place on the Winter Solstice, which is the longest night of the year. Enderians will gather in their villages and around portals linking Beta and Netherant villages, where Enderians will host large parties full of food, drinking, dancing, and gift giving.

Enderians will wear ornate costumes (similar to masquerade balls), and bring out their finest paints and jewels.

Enderians will sell/trade moon themed gifts and foods, and tell stories passed down from generations ago about the moon, stars, and the Home Dimension…the End.

Expect tons of fireworks and bonfires!

It's said to be bad luck to wear anything sun-related on Longest Night. It's almost a insult!

Reproduction

Enderians have no real sexual organs, so their reproduction takes a odd turn…through their mouth!

Ender pearls, the core of a Enderian's teleporting, also acts as eggs. Once a month, similar as human ovulation cycles, Enderians will develop a second ender pearl, which they will regurgitate. Enderian mouths open that wide for that reason. (even though it does work as intimidation!)

Enderians will bring up the pearl, holding it in their jaws, before giving the baseball-sized pearl to their partner, who will pierce it with their hollow canine teeth, and fill it with their blood (not painful). This creates the two halves required to make a whole. The pearl will grow in size to accommodate the growing hatchling

Sadly, this means enderians with WPS are infertile when it comes to pearls…

There is a growing number of Enderians who will give their pearls up for donation (similar to sperm banks? Egg donors? Think that)

It's seen as lewd for a Enderian to drop their jaws fully in public

Endborne Genetics

Due to Endbornes being inherently hostile towards the other subspecies of Enderians, it is common for Endborne deaths from other Enderians

What's been happening as of late, Enderians from the two subspecies will draw blood from the dead Endborne and take the blood and inject it into a donor pearl, creating Endborne hybrids!

Disorders and Defects

Warped Pearl Syndrome (WPS) is a defect where the ender pearl develops incorrectly, normally causing a ender pearl to look warped or twisted

This disorder causes teleporting to be extremely difficult or unstable, normally causing what would be a stable, normal teleport to become erratic, making the affected Enderian warp in short, fast, uncontrollable spurts, which causes pearl pains, and short fainting spells due to the stress put on the enderian.

Causes

-Family History -Severe injury to the pearl early in life -Farlander Syndrome

Piebaldism / White Spotting

This is mostly a cosmetic defect that causes irregular white patches of skin on a enderian. This shows no internal harm or side effects, but it makes them easier to spot, and they are sometimes seen as more "exotic"

Causes -Family History -Being a Beta (it's more common in Beta and Beta hybrids) -Farlander Syndrome

Early Hatchling / Premature Hatching

Sometimes, a enderian will hatch from their egg early, which can cause defects and irregular development. Normally it causes Enderians to develop slower in their early years, but they catch up as they grow. They are also normally shorter than normal

Farlander Syndrome

It's said that if one travels too far from home, they will encounter someplace called the Farlands, a land of warped terrain and strange creatures…

It was said to be false, but then Enderians came from these "Farlands" changed. Their normally dark coats turn white, and their eyes turn different colors and shades. In some cases, their pearls will warp and twist into unusablity. If they stay there too long, it seems their minds corrupt as well.

Mild cases of Farlander Syndrome will cause changes in eye color, and will cause post-birth piebaldism. There is no known cure

...phew, that's all I have for now, If you have any ideas for my version of Enderman/Enderians, please comment!

[sparks-chaotic-cove]

okay we know enderian doesn’t get a husk- and neither does Aurelius.. but what would those husks look like?

I don’t know much about Aurelius, but you know how when jewelry gets old and tattered? I think she’d have a bit of stuff like that. The eyes would not glow, rather, they’d be dark. Like obsidian. not much else for Aurelius- but now for Enderian!

I feel like she could get inverted? Or like- she’d resemble end stone more than enderman. Shulkers more than enderman- And her ender like mouth would stay a “smile”? Like a giggling insane person who has lost their mind.

anyways idk what else so-

[daily-ish-syndicate-headcanons]

attempt two because i accidentally sent the first one too early!

piercing headcanons because i was thinking about my own and then the brain juices started rolling in:

Phil used to have piercings. he got his ears pierced while he and Techno were still in the early/mid stage of their friendship. the two have matching emerald earrings, Phil's was a stud and Techno's was the dangly kind, but he also had a stud, for when he needed to make sure his earring didn't tangle in his hair. after awhile of having his ears pierced though, Phil began to notice his ears would be sensitive whenever he took the earrings in and out, when he would swap them. eventually, they started getting less sensitive and more painful. so, he let his piercings close up, switching his emerald stud with Techno's dangly one. he took the dangly earring, and changed it to where it was no longer an earring, but instead little charm, that he could put on his hat, on a bag, any of those. he only ever got his ears pierced, and he let those close up as they got too painful to handle.

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Techno has had piercings longer than Phil. he did most of them himself, but he has let Phil help him in the process, making sure he didnt pass out afterwards [especially with the ear piercings, those things make you dizzy afterwards. i dont know about any other piercings, but ear piercings definitely make you dizzy] ect. he has studs, dangly earrings, all the earrings you can imagine. most of them are gold, though there are a few that are made of silver, and the matching emerald he has with Phil. he has a nose piercing, he used to wear those clunky, silly rings in the middle like how people often depict bulls having, but changed to a golden stud with a red jewel in the middle on the side. yes, he may have a pig snout, but he can still have nose piercings, okay?

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Ranboo.. okay, I know this might sound weird, but in my [personal] design of him, he has a small eye of ender hanging from their ear. yes yes, i can hear you now saying "but eye of enders are made from enderpearls, and those are dropped by endermen when you kill them" yes, i understand that its weird to have your species loot as an earring, but it looks nice, and honestly, how about we think of it as a tribute to dead endermen or something. anyways, other than that earring, he has black studs and sometimes, they wear funky little earrings. i like to imagine he and Niki share a jewelry box, and they both have a collection of cute little earrings, like cat paws, rainbows, flowers, ect. just cause theyre cute. Also they have sensitive ears. Can't wear certain earrings, like cheap ones or copper ones.

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Niki's got nose piercings and ear piercings. She's got a simple stud on her nose, which she'll sometimes change out with a little gold ring. She's got cartilage piercings, lobe piercings, all that jazz. She mostly wears those cute earrings both she and Ranboo own, the ones the two share. She sometimes wears small hoops on her ears. Most of her jewelry is silver, though she does have some metal and gold ones here and there.

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Connor is not to be trusted around needles. No piercings for him.

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phil fs looks back on his piercing phase like people look back on their emo phase

proud to say that out of the three piercings ive gotten (first and second lobe and helix) i’ve never gotten dizzy 💪💪 also i love the idea of techno with lots of piercings (especially a septum piercing i think its so silly)

ranboo is so real for the sensitive ears thing (sensitive skin haver right here, i literally cant wear anything other than sterling silver or gold i hate it)

niki and ranboo fs match piercings i lobe them theyre so siblings

Do Not Give Connor Needles

i am pointedly NOT ignoring the extra space (L)

[starscatteredsky]

Hi, so this question might not make sense but I was wondering if you have any tips for someone who is endermankin but also mermaidkin! I think i'm both but i'm not sure how i would try to connect to both of them since they are so different from eachother! Anyways if you can't answer this question thats fine! I hope you have a good day or night!

tips for enderman merfolk!

tp: tips for enderman merfolk!

have some fun swimming! if your enderman side doesn’t like getting wet, try wearing some bathing suits or swimwear that cover more of your body!

get some purple glitter to collect/wear/etc like enderman particles!

make some little eye of ender/ enderpearl charms with paper, paint/coloured pencils, and gluing a clear round “fishbowl stone” overtop! add them to jewelry, decor, or just keep them around!

collect things like shells, sea glass, sand dollars, etc! endermen like to pick things up and collect things, and merfolk love sea items, so this helps for both!

stim with vwooping noises!

get a merfolk tail gear!

cosplay one or both of your forms!

avoid eye contact with people!

get a special haircomb!

have fun with singing!

hope these help! this is a unique kintype combination! -🩸

Requests open!!!

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Omise’eke Natasha Tinsley on Miss Marsha P. Johnson, transmisogynoir, and Black femme ornamentation & excess

from The Color Pynk: Black Femme Art for Survival (2022). image description below the cut.

image description: three screenshots of an ebook section titled “Star Pynk” in pink text. the excerpt reads:

Triangles, double moons, handkerchiefs, pansies, roses while we’re still here: of course, of course, so many shades of pink sing queerness without saying a word. Writing this book, I spent uncounted hours gazing at very, very queer pink pantsuits, pink eye makeup, pink ribbons, pink altars, pink survival gear, even pink HuCows. But the sources of femme pinkness that drew me in deepest... that I returned to again and again like a river... were the gowns, flowers, and aura of Stonewall veteran, activist, artist, model, and performer Marsha P. Johnson. I fell into rose-colored time warps watching her on Tourmaline’s Vimeo, Randolfe Wicker’s YouTube, and Michael Kasino’s love letter of a documentary, Pay It No Mind.

On February 14, 2019, I brought art supplies to my Femme Theory class at Harvard so students could make valentines for Miss Marsha and leave them in public places. I entreated my amazing Harvard colleague Robert Reid-Pharr, who knew Marsha in the 1980s, to tell me stories. Gifted with a chance to moderate a conversation with CeCe McDonald and Elle Moxley in February 2021, I asked these brilliant women to talk about their love for the Queen Mother. Marsha P(ay It No Mind) Johnson is the color pynk to me—the femmebodiment of all its queer nuances, loving generosity, and improbable joys.

One of Mother Marsha’s most circulated images— the header on the Marsha P. Johnson Institute website and the model for murals in Dallas, Denver, Portland, and Jersey City—shows her smiling radiantly in an off-the-shoulder fuchsia taffeta dress, haloed by a crown of roses, carnations, daisies, peonies, and baby’s breath. In one of my favorite images she poses at Gay Pride in a shimmering, rose-gold gown, crowned with a wide-open wreath of pink and red flowers and adorned with a lav- ender sash embossed stonewall. In these and other images that live on my screen, Miss Marsha is always fabulously, fantastically ornamented to the hilt in ways that look like love.

Let me be more specific, though: Mother Marsha is gorgeously or- namented in ways that look like Black love. Everyone knows Black people love shiny things, right? That “aesthetical Negroes [are] content to waste money on extravagance, ornament, and shine.” That “things that bling, shine, or shimmer, that emit light are especially privileged” in the “everyday aspirational practices of black urban communities, who make do and more with what they have, creating prestige through the resources at hand,” as art historian Krista Thompson elucidates.

In his influential, unabashedly racist 1908 treatise “Ornament and Crime,” Viennese archi- tect Adolf Loos was indulgent of so-called Kaffirs’ love of the ornamental since, unlike “modern man,” they “have no other way of attaining the high points of their existence.” Twenty-first-century racists are less tolerant of African American accumulation of “bling, shine, and shimmer.” Noting derision of Hurricane Katrina survivors’ jewelry, Humvees, Louis Vuitton bags, and flat-screen TVs, Lisa Marie Cacho observes, “Poor African Americans are not only represented as unentitled to ‘luxuries’; they are also denied the power to decide what constitutes a ‘luxury’ and the power to define what they need and what they can live without.”

Not (only) luxuries, ornaments can be lifesaving shields more resistant than levees. “The ostentatious display of things might be interpreted as a protective means. We might understand the use of material goods and the production of blinding light as a shield or apotropaic, simultaneously reflecting and deflecting the deidealizing gaze on black subjects,” Thompson offers. “The beauty of black ordinary, the beauty that resides in and animates the determination to live free, the beauty that propels the experiments in living otherwise,” Hartman states in no uncertain terms, “is not a luxury; rather it is a way of creating possibility in the space of enclosure, a radical art of subsistence, an embrace of our terribleness, a transfiguration of the given. It is a will to adorn, a proclivity for the baroque, and the love of too much.”

For Black trans women, transfeminist scholar Eve Lorane Brown describes, the beauty of black ordinary—the “extravagance, ornament, and shine” of hormone therapy, hair extensions, contouring kits, or other everyday accessories of black femme-ininity—saves lives in more immediate ways. White trans women forgo makeup, breasts, or shaved legs and walk through her majority-Black Oakland neighborhood unharassed, she notices, benefitting from residents’ knowledge that interfering with any white person risks police intervention. The same isn’t true for Black trans women.

“No matter how unclockable” a trans femme of color might be, “no matter how well she could blend in, she still carried that seed of fear about being found out . . . fetishized, ridiculed, rejected, or attacked,” Janet Mock writes. “We don’t have to search for too long to watch footage of a girl being attacked on public transit or in the restroom, or read a story about the killing of yet another black or Latina woman.” Femme tech— manicures, wigs, foundation makeup, dresses, waist trainers, handbags, hormone therapies, plastic surgeries—are “‘luxuries’ [that] may be regarded as meeting basic physiological and safety needs for African American trans women,” Brown concludes. Diving into ornament as a daily practice of beauty and safety, Treva Ellison remarks, Black trans femmes engage “the sartorial, the expressive, and the performed” with a view to “reworking and repurposing the signs, symbols, and accoutrements of Western modernity” in ways that guard against “Black femme subjection, abuse, and premature death.”

But Marsha’s pink, shiny, frilly, plastic, floral femme tech wasn’t curated to blend seamlessly with—well, anything. She stood out, always. Queen Mother wasn’t shy to walk through town half en déshabillé: “She’d be coming up Christopher Street with the rolled-down stockings, fuzzy slippers, her wig in beer-can rollers: ‘Hello, everybody! What a wo-o-onderful morning!’” Sasha McCaffrey laughs. When fully dressed— gloriously “over the top with the jewelry, flowers in her hair, very creative looking, very commanding of attention,” performer Ron Jones recalls— Marsha embodied the Black aesthetic Hartman lyricizes as the “tendency to excess, the too much, the love of the baroque; the double descriptive: down-low, Negro-brown, more great and more better; the frenzy and passion; the shine and fabulousness of ghetto girls.”

Like her spiritual daughter Tourmaline, Marsha dressed as her “fullest and freest self in the most public of places”: “I remember seeing Marsha walk down the street in a miniskirt that she had made with nothing on underneath and it was clearly see-through. Clearly!” Rick Shupper emphasizes. “She wasn’t the kind of queen you questioned her drag,” Martin Boyce explains thoughtfully. “Because she had very little. And, you know, she wasn’t a well-dressed, coordinated kind of queen. She put on what was available and what, you know, fulfilled her idea of being a woman to some extent. It was a very, very natural look—and all her own.”

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[desnayy]

Finally got all the ideas I had for the currently alive eggs written down as human-dragon hybrids! As I said before, Richas will only have his dragon attributes in her portion, cause the fanon design is pretty good for me. One thing I will say here is that all the kids have scales on their body that not only mimic freckles but are also covering vital parts, such as along their neck and other places similar.

Chayanne- Long wavy dark brown hair which appears black in most lighting that while reaching his midback when left loose is usually tied into a braid and blue eyes. During the few days Missa returned, they dyed Chayanne's hair blonde together, and later on, Philza helped Chayanne add in a few pink streaks. One of the shorter 'eggs', only reaching to Tallulah's chin. He often wears a duck hoodie, alongside a skull mask like Missa's own and a bucket hat similar to Philza's. Chayanne's dragon attributes are no wings and a tail similar to an axolotl's. His scales are yellow and orange.

Tallulah- Long wavy dark brown which is a few shades lighter than Chayanne's that reaches her midback often left loose and dark brown eyes. She often wears a red beanie that was a gift from Wilbur, as well as a slightly oversized yellow sweater that is similar to the one Wilbur often wears. Tallulah's dragon attributes are wings that look like the petals of the poppy flower and petal-like scales on her tail. Her scales are pinkish-red.

Ramón- Short curly black hair with white bangs that is often messy from him sleeping a lot and brown eyes. He often wears goggles and a trapper-like hat made in the image of a Meature, with his clothing style rather similar to steampunk. There tends to be redstone dust on his clothes a lot of the time, and sometimes even small amounts of gunpowder. He sometimes has flowers in his hair. Ramón's dragon attributes are a snake-like tail, two whiskers on his face, and antler-like horns. His scales are white.

Dapper- Long curly black hair tied into a low ponytail with blue dyed tips and brown eyes. He always wears a black top hat, and mostly tends to wear formal type clothing colored black and red to match with Bad. They have diamond earrings given to her by Bad, to represent Skeppy. Dapper's dragon attributes are bat-like wings, a long tail with spines along the top, and short horns that point slightly back (aka Ender Dragon features). His scales are black and dark grey.

Leo- Short curly black hair with a few dyed purple streaks and green eyes. They often wear a red baseball cap backwards as well as a purple gem earring in his right ear and an emerald gem earring in her left ear. They have a tendency to wear masks in different designs, such as a purple rabbit-looking one that seems to be the favorite. He has a lot of golden jewelry from her two dads. Leo's dragon attributes are bat-like wings, a tail that looks similar to a great white shark's, and ram horns. Their scales are gold.

Richarlyson- Looks most like his fanon design. Richas's dragon attributes are feathered wings with green and yellow feathers, a tail with spines along the top as well as on the tip, and bull-like horns. His scales are green and yellow.

Pomme- Shoulder length wavy blonde hair tied into two low ponytails and heterochromia, with her right eye being blue and her left eye being red. She often wears a black beret and usually wears dresses, even when doing dungeons with Etoiles or building machines with Antoine and Pierre. A lot of her accessories are apple shaped. Pomme's dragon attributes are wings that look like apple slices and a thinner tail. Her scales are all red on the wings and a mix of red and blue on the tail.

[hopepetal]

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I crave more end rambles you cannot just leave me hanging like this /lh

PFFT alright!

The seers of the Void are, while technically on the same power level as the royal family, are seen as higher. They communicate directly to the Void Herself.

They are not a blood line like the royal family- instead, the Void blesses certain endermen with eyes that look like eyes of ender. When endermen children are born with these eyes, they're taken to the Temple of the Void (the temples are inside the obsidian towers in the End) and raised there.

The Void is seen as above the Mother of All. The Void was the first to ever exist- She created the Mother of All and the End! So the seers are pretty important as they speak directly to Her.

With the eyes of ender, the seers are also given what I like to call "spectator sight". They can see things that are hidden to normal eyes- gods hiding behind a veil of magic, for example.* They also have visions, whether it be of the past or future.

The seers of the Void are above the Priestesses to the Mother in terms of the government hierarchy. When addressing a rising seer to the Void, one must take a knee and bow their head. If addressing a high seer, the left hand must also be put over your chest.

Because the seers are taken to the Temple of the Void as children, they are a sort of "found family" lot. The other seers in the temple are their family and will be for the rest of their lives.

Seers wear amethyst and crystal jewelry- specifically, earrings. They dress in deep blacks and purples, and high seers have star patterned capes.

*This is actually something that has happened in Minecraft with a friend and I lol. They were in spectator mode and I turned around and looked right at them. And it wasn't just once- it's been five or six times. Apparently it really freaks them out lmao

[amethyystfox]

I actually hate killing piglins in the game. Even if they’re trying to kill me. If I have the choice, I run away 100% of the time. Because of this reason. If they’re trying to kill me, it’s because I 1) didn’t follow the rules and wear gold, 2) attacked them first, or 3) (most likely) I’m raising their home. If I was chilling in my living room and someone busted in and started going through my jewelry box for valuables, I’d start whacking on them too. It’s justified.

Make the illagers the big bad of the movie. They hunt you down for sport, and once they’re locked in on you they follow you farther than any other mob in the game. (In Java, a pillager will pursue you from 64 blocks away, compared to a zombie’s 35 blocks. That’s almost double! I’ve had pillagers follow me for hundreds of blocks.) If you tangle with a captain and get bad omen, then you enter a village, they attack it (it’s implied they followed you from a distance and you led them to this village). Sometimes they form patrols that go out and look for places to raid.

Or, better yet, don’t have a big bad at all. The game itself doesn’t. Have the protagonists tangle with zombies and skeletons and spiders, and learn the hard way what happens when you get too close to a creeper. Have them get hit with poison by a witch. Have them look an enderman in the eye. Have them get too close to a mother polar bear, or accidentally punch a wolf. Have them panic and punch a zombified piglin and have the whole nether descend on them making mad grunting “woo” noises. Have them learn what all the hostile mobs do and how to avoid them, and how to keep the neutral mobs from becoming hostile in the first place.

Because that’s the true spirit of Minecraft. There’s no big bad. Even the end boss, the ender dragon, stays put and you have to go to her. The true spirit of Minecraft is learning to live with the world. Learning to light up your builds and avoiding looking at an enderman and steering clear of mother bears and just not acting aggressively around other neutral mobs. But also learning what tools to use to collect blocks, and what biomes to find certain things in, and to avoid the tripwires in jungle temples and the pressure plate in desert temples, and figuring out the best way to traverse all kinds of terrain and water, etc. We’ve all tried to mine diamonds with a stone pickaxe before. We’ve all lost precious ores when they dropped in lava. We’ve all blown ourselves up trying to sleep in the nether.

But we’ve all learned from all of that and it made us understand the game better. And then we become better players. And that is the true spirit of Minecraft. The spirit of discovery and exploration and conquering not just the world but also yourself.

I am very close to deleting the piglin post. It wasn't SUPPOSED to be a take it was supposed to be me complaining to myself. I didn't want it to break containment I KNOW that they attack if you don't wear gold I KNOW the brutes attack regardless I'm not MAKING UP REASONS TO BE MAD I JUST DIDN'T ELABORATE AND WAS TIRED (well. I'm still tired. I'm just talking more now)

Sorry I just. I'm really frustrated over the notes in that post. I wasn't even complaining specifically about the movie (but I still think they make a horrible Big Bad. They zombify in the overworld and Brutes have no reason to leave the bastions) I don't like their portrayals in the spinoffs either. I don't like that they've been slowly turning into the Savage Barbarians of minecraft when they were initially one of the more notable hostile mobs that had the option to not attack you.

You can trade and hunt with them, you can see their kids playing, their homes are crumbling and they run away from zombie piglins. Why are they suddenly actually Super Aggressive and Bad and You Should Attack And Steal From Them Actually. They are not solely enemies!! I don't want to hurt them if I can help it!!!!

[kuraijen]

I forgot i didnt post eye of ender brooch updates on tunglr so here you go

I think im getting close to the result i wanted for the Eye of Ender brooches! I just want to make some final color adjustments for the resin piece and find a better hammer to reduce scratches on the golden ring part

ignore the fact that i have the eye of ender pinned on my drawing glove, i'll find a better outfit to model with once im happy with the final result.

again, i am planning on selling these via https://www.etsy.com/shop/KuraFabrication so keep an eye out (pun not intended) for that announcement!

[dovedrangeas]

was going to wait until i got this lined and colored to post it. but that's taking forever. so, take this sketchy swordboy for now

[passivenovember]

More Autistic!Billy. A request from a couple of anons and my pal Mia, who asked for Billy, learning how to give and receive gifts as a method of showing love. I hope you all enjoy!

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Billy imagines that the Harrington’s bank account is a two story room, nestled far in the chrome-finished backdrop of the brick and mortar building on Park street where all the money in Hawkins lives.

And Billy imagines that when Mr. and Mrs. Harrington need to pay land taxes or dip into the Christmas Gift Fund, they have to make a call to a telephone that beeps red with urgency, and whoever answers has to be shot as soon as the instructions are given:

Two grand for Christmas this year, Jeeves, Steven raised his Chemistry grade from a C- to a C+.

The secret room that holds the Harrington family’s never-ending supply of fifty dollar bills is Wonka-esque, in Billy’s mind. A glittering hideaway that can only be reached by secret agents who wear dust gloves. 

It’s an ordeal to retrieve money from the bank and yet Steve never seems strapped. Whatever they want to do, anywhere they want to go and anything Billy looks twice at while they’re walking, Steve somehow gets his hands on.

Stuffed animals, cassette tapes, leather-bound journals, flowers in brightly colored pots, and Jewelry.

So much jewelry that Billy never notices Steve ordering from Cartier, but.

Steve’s sneaky. Somehow hides those precious gifts in the glovebox of Billy’s Camaro, folded into the pocket of his leather coat, or wrapped neatly in bright gold paper labeled “Billy,” under the Harrington Family Tree that first Christmas when they knew but couldn’t say I Love You.

Steve, saying, “Ooh, there’s one last gift to give,” and ducking under the foliage only to pull away with big brown eyes and jacked shoulders, grinning as Billy picks at the taped-down edges. Tries to save the wrapping. Steve says, “I don’t know where the jewelry box came from,” When Billy holds the new earring awkwardly in one hand. “Musta been Santa.”

Bills drip from Steve’s fingertips like crystalized honey, coating Billy’s skin in a sticky sweet show of love, and it takes him a while to recognize it.

What it means, at the ooey-gooey center.

That when Steve gets Billy a stuffed bear to keep over at his place because Billy can’t risk unshelling Mr. Sandman from his hiding spot with Neil breathing down his neck, or when Steve orders the entire Ender’s Game series, signed from the author himself, and especially when he offers to put Billy’s new earring in for him, kissing the lobe and pulling back to smile with a pleased, warm blush blooming across his face--

That’s how Steve says I Love You.

Billy never relaxes into it.

--

“I can buy things for myself,” Billy says. 

Steve startles on the couch next to him, sock feet tensing a little as he blinks himself awake. “Huh?”

“I have my own job,” Billy says.

His finger is stuck in the hole by Mr. Reginald Sandman’s ear. Billy worries at it, wondering what Reginald’s husband would say if he saw him now, sitting in Billy’s lap in a mansion, high on the hill. 

Steve rubs a hand over his eyes, sitting up a little straighter. “Baby, what are you--”

“At the swimming pool. I have my own job.”

Steve nods. He’s still not fully awake. His hair is a mess from working such long hours to pay for California, and Billy wants to run his fingers through it, wondering if it smells like chocolate chip ice cream. If the texture’s a little slippery and soft like it gets when it needs to be shampooed. 

He doesn’t, through, because Steve is frowning, the collar of his shirt rumpled from falling asleep in front of Wheel of Fortune. 

“You don’t have to worry about me,” Billy clarifies after a long, languid pause.

Steve waits for more. Gives the thought acreage to take root. Waits so patiently, pink lips soft and expectant, that Billy feels bad for stalling in the speech he had prepared with Max for a moment just like this one. 

“I’m not worried about you, baby,” Steve says gently, cast in liquid silver from the light of the t.v. “I’m never worried about you, you’re stronger than I am.”

“This isn’t about who’s better at carrying heavy things.”

When Billy doesn’t continue, distracted by the hole in Mrs. Reginald Sandman’s ear, Steve frowns. “What is this about?”

Billy fiddles with Mr. Reginald Sandman’s other ear. Takes a deep breath. 

“It’s about me being able to take care of myself,” Billy admits. When Steve doesn’t interrupt him, he shrugs. “I know how to do a lot of things. I can change the oil in any car produced from 1934-1987, and I can count by tens all the way to 1,450,330 in under five minutes, and I can save money to buy the things I want to.”

“I know you can, Billy.”

“Then why do you buy me everything? Why do you never let me figure out how to do it myself?”

Steve sits up straight, then, eyebrows lumped together in confusion.

He looks upset. Hurt.

Billy clutches tighter at Mr. Reginald Sandman, not liking that he’s the cause of this. “I like the presents,” Billy says. 

Steve shakes his head and tells him, “It’s okay if you don’t.”

“But I do, though.”

“So, wait.” Steve sits up straighter. Mutes the television. “You do or you don’t like when I take care of you?”

“I like it. No one does it better.”

“But you want me to stop?”

Billy frowns at the stuffed bear in his hands, realizing that maybe he didn’t stick to the script Max had given him. He pokes Mr. Reginald Sandman’s eye, and thinks he can apologize for that later. 

“I don’t want you to stop, I just.” Billy takes a deep, steadying breath. “I don’t understand why you want to spend your money on me. You work so hard for it, and you should use it to get a new T.V. or--”

“I’m spending my money exactly how I want to,” Steve tells him. He sets the remote on the coffee table, then, leaning forward until his knee his pressed into Billy’s side. “Will you please look at me, baby?”

Billy does.

As always, he’s blinded by what he finds. The beauty on his lover’s face. The devotion that shines clear as the summer sun over the sleepy town where the two crashed together. 

Steve smiles. “Is it okay if I touch you?”

Billy nods. 

Steve’s hand, when it curls around Billy’s jaw, is warm. Just like the rest of him. Chocolate sprinkled, fresh from the oven, made from scratch warm that lights Billy up inside. 

“I’m spending my money exactly how I want to. On the man I love.”

“Steve--”

“No, it’s okay.”  Steve’s thumb rubs circles on his cheekbone. Tethers him in the truth when Steve says, “You make me so happy, Bill. Everyday you give me something to look forward to. You make me feel like Saturday morning and spring break and Christmas rolled into one dough-ball that annoys the shit out of Robin because I never stop talking about you--”

Billy laughs, thick and wet. 

Steve’s eyes are amber waves Billy could get lost in. Drown. 

Steve would never let that happen. 

Steve pulls him close and says, “I like taking care of you.”

And maybe, for the first time in his life, Billy can relax into the thought. That, honest as the spread of sun-soaked land, someone could love him.

[kuraijen]

Yes!!! Them!!!

[licncourt]

It may sound like a silly question but for some reason it is important to me, what are everyone's favorite colors (not to wear but actual favorite color) and why?

Louis: forest green, he finds it calming, beautiful but not overstimulating like paler or brighter colors

Lestat: the official answer is blood red, but the real answer is the color of Louis' eyes. (He has olivine peridot jewelry to match)

Armand: dark amethyst purple, it's the color of royalty

Daniel: he doesn't like colors anymore after Armand's smoothies

Gabrielle: cargo pants tan, it's practical and neutral and a conversation ender

Claudia: black, she's edgy

Marius: red for ROME, and no one else is allowed to have the same favorite color as him

Nicolas: mahogany, the same warm, polished brown as his violin