#find my minecraft skin

[pup-pee]

i adopted this guy from a cardboard box on the side of the road

^^^^ he says this then instantly eats shit

[limelocked]

Was stalking Minecraft’s twitter account to gather like idk personality references for the crew and I learned two things

One;

Sunny is mojangs specialest boy

Two;

So Efe Sunny and Noor are introduced before the rest of the crew and in different ways

Efe and Sunny are already together when they run into Alex and Steve underground and they chaise a chicken into the deep dark

Noor is on his own and Vibing when Steve and Alex happen upon him and they seem kinda confused about him, anyways he finds a lush cave and his love of frog is a defining character trait

Later on all of them gather together and Sunny Efe and Noor tell everyone a recap of the two shorts which makes me think that they didn’t know each other before

So Alex and Steve are a thing (if they’re a Thing is beyond me I just know they share a base), Sunny and Efe know each other, Noor is just there… there’s still four people who just kinda popped into existence in the default skin reveal trailer

Maybe they’re friends with Sunny and or Efe since Efe and Makena seems to be buddies but yeah anyways that’s my sleep deprived rambling about the wild update trailers and how they characterise Efe Noor and Sunny

[catariasteele]

doodles of @archemedian's and my minecraft skins (he's the plant elf)

the seed has like a thousand blocks of cold biomes in every direction from spawn, i had to go 6000 blocks for mangrove wood ;-;

[pawzunyan]

been playin' on a server with friends and i wanted to draw my cubito :3

[loveletterworm]

I spent all day figuring out how to do this (modded playermodel) (very fancy) but to be honest I don't even intend to use this skin at all so I don't know what was the point of the effort. Also I saw a spider

[becca4leafclover]

its so annoying making MC skins in a bubble the way I do cause on one hand Ive taught myself everything and created my own unique style that has gotten me some notice sometimes right

but on the other hand its so. lonely. cause i have no one to share struggles with for certain designs or to hype up the same way that other ppl do for mine.

But most of all I feel like I've hit a ceiling with what I can do and there's no one that is doing the same things I'm doing so that I can learn from them! And it sucks because there ARE things that I want to do but there's no examples of other people doing it, I would have to be relearning my entire art style and skillset to match more with what the majority of people are doing for fancy MC skins (aka full HD and typically HD asset packs)

once again I feel like the absolute takeover of smooth HD skins has created a monopoly and unhealthy MC skin artist ecosystem that makes me feel unwanted or unuseful in any community :( sucks when you look at the "skin artist" channel and there's not a single visible square in the character design for block game yknow

[sysig]

Oh getting very close now, villainy feels right around the corner (Patreon)

[movedtodykedvonte]

I had a small Minecraft theory, not really detailed

That we are either a clone, created by those, trying to replicate people of the past, or the successful dezombiefying

Which would explain the amnesia, either cause there was no past to rememberz or because we've been a zombie

I totally dig it and can believe it! A thing about Minecraft that I enjoy is how much lore it has without a cohesive story. Everything can be explained but nothing is, allowing an open-world game to be played with your own story beats.

I personally love this idea that ancient people gave up on regular survival and just tried to get their numbers up by any means. The player being what was considered a failed dezombification subject let loose, only to come back later absolutely fucks. Or maybe we were taken by another person (not wanting us to be used for further experiments) and let free, a lore explanation for starter chests. It also explains why we come back. If we die, we briefly become a zombie again and make out a way home before passing out due to the experiment and coming back to normal. It's like were infused with a shitty totem of undying.

[piningpercussionist]

Hmmm

[vinyls-and-valentines]

Heard the Blender website is putting up a banner just for me saying "Welcome home, cheater" whenever I decide I want to get back into 3D modelling :/

[indiiglow]

Got back into playing Minecraft today. Spent roughly half of that time modding and making myself a new skin complete with a cape and elytra instead. Am feral about it

[ghastbutlikegay]

the funny thing about being an older sibling is watching as the younger siblings slowly realize what a loser i am

[zerosocialskillz]

I missed the olden days of Skinseed.

[arabella377]

I'm so normal about this song. Doesn't give me the urge to watch Fullmetal Alchemist again at allll. Not even the part when he's talking about metal that turns into gold in his mind and calculating the polygons of the body to create it and make it infinite haha. That would be crazy

[that-cunning-witch]

This! People nowadays have this idea that consuming morally dubious content or content made by someone who did something wrong automatically equates to being a genuinely terrible person

We want to remove ourselves from "bad" content and things in general so much because our generation has this weird superiority complex of "i'm better than you because i don't consume x y or z" and I get it... the time we're living in right now is super shitty and we want to get away from it as much as possible... however

I've said this for a while now and I'll say it again: we've lost the concept of the in-between or the grey area. What I mean by this is that everything is black and white now. If there's point A at one end and point C at another, if someone says "hey i agree more with point B" people freak out. That simply cannot be allowed! "Clearly" you're saying that to disguise the fact you're "actually" in camp A or camp C so we'll shove you into one of those ends.

Again, I see why. People have used this tactic a lot under the guise of being a "devil's advocate" to get away with disgusting shit. But we've seemed to have lost critical thinking along the way.

The problem quickly arises that everyone and everything has done something wrong at one point or another. Said something they shouldn't have, supported something they shouldn't have, etc. I remember seeing a post on IG listing a bunch of directors and actors who have been in just about everything saying "remember these people supported so and so back in 2009" and therefore we can no longer watch/support their content... from something a bunch of celebrities did almost fifteen years ago. If we base our consumption of media (or anything in general, really) on if one person who worked on it did something bad ever, then guess what? You can't watch anything, you can't listen to anything, you can't buy anything from them, etc. This type of thinking quickly spirals into a doomsday, pessimistic, "the world can never be fixed" attitude that quickly isolates you and destroys your mental health.

Obviously, there are genuinely awful people that you should never support. People who are being actively shitty people right now as we speak. That's different. What I'm saying is be fucking critical about it for once. Our generation is the kind of generation that once this SAG-AFTRA strike is finished, like let's say the studios and unions come to an agreement, everyone will be like "well I won't support the studios because of what they did to the workers and I'll never support them ever again" completely missing the point.

They'll inadvertently deprive those who need it the most just to "prove" that they're morally superior... somehow.

These people also disprove their own point, too. They get so tired of policing what they consume (or rather what other people consume) that they make exceptions for themselves. "Oh well they did that ten years ago" while they attack someone else who did the exact same thing at the exact same time.

A lot of people on the internet think that what you consume are your actions. That they somehow automatically determine the kind of person you are. And while yes, it isn't a mutually exclusive thing, it isn't a 100% constant correlation either. It's--surprise--a grey area.

People need to let go of extremes and relearn critical thinking (aka common sense). All it's been doing is causing a lot of in-fighting, leading to internal destruction across all boards.

Hey, please don't take this the wrong way, but. . .

Obsessing with making sure that everyone you interact with online is "good" and shares in all your beliefs and ideals, that you only have "good" hobbies and interests, that you condemn anything and everything even slightly dubious both internally and externally, that you stay away from all "bad" things in case they taint you, and similar behaviors are actually seriously unhealthy and may be a sign that you're developing or living with moral scrupulosity OCD or a similar condition.

I'm saying this as someone with OCD. It's not healthy to see everyone around you as corrupt filth and a threat to your own morals. That's an extremely dangerous mindset to have and to encourage in other people and if you're falling into those kinds of cycles, please get help from someone.

[azzibuckets]

want you for myself [paige bueckers]

paige bueckers x fem!reader

summary: some cute fluff where paige gets jealous of all the attention her brother is getting from you

a/n: i kinda rushed this so😭 it didn’t turn out the way i wanted

word count: 1.3k

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Normally, Paige loved how good you were with Drew. How whenever he started talking about school or basketball, you always raptly paid attention, asking questions and making jokes. She loved how gentle you were with him, how when he was being too loud you always managed to bring his energy down to a more appropriate level without yelling at him.

But right now, she couldn’t help but feel annoyed at how focused you were on Drew when you were supposed to be focused on her.

“And Dad bought me three new skins for my birthday! Here, let me show you all of them.” Drew scrambled to find his iPad, and for what seemed like the millionth time, Paige leaned into you, tugging your shirt sleeve at the elbow.

“Can we go now?” she whined. “You said we would watch the wolves game together.”

“Just give me a few more minutes,” you whispered back, not even bothering to look at her. “Let me see Drew’s skins.”

Paige loudly huffed. She was bored out of her mind. “The game’s starting in five minutes, you know,” she urged, widening her eyes to show her eagerness.

“I know, you just said that two minutes ago. You go on up first, I’ll be there in a few,” you said dismissively before enthusiastically throwing yourself into yet another conversation with Drew about Fortnite.

Grumbling under her breath, Paige went up the stairs, making sure to aggressively stomp to get her impatience across. When she reached the top, she turned around, but you didn’t seem to have noticed her attitude at all, eyes totally glued to Drew’s screen.

The Timberwolves vs Mavericks game started, but Paige couldn’t enjoy it without you. Her annoyance grew as she heard you and her little brother’s raucous laughs echoing from the basement. She clenched her jaw, wondering how you were more interested childish things like Fortnite (as if she hadn’t played that game for hours every night the past month) than a basketball game with your very sexy girlfriend.

Paige was able to ignore her frustrations momentarily and get lost in the game, but when Anthony Edwards scored a buzzer-beater three to end the first quarter and she jumped up and down, instinctively going to grab you out of excitement, she realized again that you still hadn’t come up. With a groan, she headed back downstairs.

This time, you and Drew were playing on the Nintendo, both of you fully zoned in on building your Minecraft world. “Hey.” You felt a flick on your head and turned around to see a grumpy Paige. “You just missed Ant’s best moment of the season,” she declared, hoping you’d feel disappointed at having missed the highlight.

But you only said, “Oh, damn,” before turning back to the screen.

Paige sighed and decided to try again. “He shot from full court to put the wolves up at the end of first,” she prodded, hoping you’d get excited. But you merely nodded before turning to Drew and asking if he wanted to switch to creative mode.

Paige switched tactics. “Drew,” she said in a sing-song voice. “I think your screen time is up.”

Drew wrinkled his eyebrow, not tearing his gaze from the TV. “I don’t have a screen time.”

Paige stepped in front of the TV, forcing both of you to finally look at her. “Do either of you want ice cream?” she tried, smiling hopefully. “I’ll drive us to Baskin Robbin’s.”

“I’m still pretty full from lunch,” you said, “but thanks babe.”

“Yeah, me too,” Drew agreed. “Can you move now?”

Paige begrudgingly moved aside, jaw tightened as she grinded her teeth. Returning back upstairs, she watched the rest of the NBA game in a brooding silence. She felt slightly immature for being jealous of the attention her brother was receiving from you, but she’d had a long day and all she wanted was to be in your arms, watching her favorite team play.

During dinner, Paige stayed quiet as you and Drew continued your conversation about whatever new game you’d moved onto playing. You were totally oblivious to her irritation of being neglected, thinking she was just sleepy. Paige perked up after dinner, thinking Drew would fall into a food coma and escape to his room, but instead he insisted on showing you two the clothes he’d bought recently.

“I saved the best for last,” Drew announced after twenty minutes of giving you two a detailed and intricate fashion show. He ran to the bathroom, then quickly reappeared in a neat black tuxedo, with a navy pin stripe tie finished with shiny leather oxfords.

“Oh my god!” you squealed, bending down to squeeze his cheeks. “You look so adorable.”

Drew blushed at the attention as you continued to shower him with praises. Paige’s mouth dropped as she glared at the two of you. “Are you serious?” she complained. “You never react like this when I show you my shopping hauls.”

You raised an eyebrow at your girlfriend. “Maybe that’s because you buy the same grey sweatpants each time.” Drew snickered and gave you a fist bump as Paige fought back a smile, trying to mask it under feigned annoyance.

“You two are unbelievable,” she declared. “I regret letting you guys meet.”

“You’re just mad your girlfriend likes me more than she likes you,” Drew shot back, earning another high five and round of giggles between the two of you.

Paige made a show of getting up from her seat. “Well, I’ll leave you two alone since you guys hate me so bad,” she said dramatically.

It was almost 1 AM when you silently crept up to Paige’s childhood bedroom. You and Drew had stayed up gaming for hours, long after Paige had gone up to finish some homework and study. You expected the blonde to already be fast asleep, but when you opened the door, she was using her phone in bed.

“P?” You whispered, startling her.

“Dude.” Paige fixed you with an unforgiving look after recovering from her shock. “It’s literally one. What were you guys doing that took so long?”

“Sorry,” you said sheepishly, letting the door quietly shut behind you. “We were really getting into it.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” Paige said, rolling her eyes. She plugged a charger into her phone and set it on the bedside table, clearly ready to go to sleep. You shrugged and headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready for bed. But when you climbed into bed and leaned over to give the blonde a kiss, she dodged it. Ignoring your confused stare, she rolled over, turning her back on you.

“Woah.” You tapped her shoulder. “What’s up with you?”

“What’s up with me?” Paige suddenly shot up straight in bed. “You spent the entire day ignoring me. I’m starting to think you’re only dating me to become friends with my little brother,” she complained.

A small smile slowly worked its way onto your face as realization dawned on you. Paige hadn’t been tired all day. “Aw, Paige,” you teased. “Are you jealous of your 10 year old brother right now?”

Realizing how ridiculous the situation sounded, Paige avoided eye contact with you, instead concentrating on pulling the comforter around her. “No,” she said unconvincingly, her voice tiny.

“I know you’re lying, baby,” you chuckled. You reached over to cup the blonde’s face in your hands, giving her an adoring look. “You’re so cute.”

“Stop it,” Paige blushed, swatting you away. “I’m still mad at you.”

“Hey, I never see your brother!” you defended. “You can’t get mad that I’m excited to see him.”

“I know,” Paige whined. “But you don’t have to totally ignore me.”

You felt a slight pang of guilt as you thought back to how you’d completely forgotten about the Timberwolves game that Paige had been so excited to watch with you. Granted, she was excited about every wolves game, but still. “Paige Madison Bueckers,” you intonated slowly, clasping your hands together. “I am immensely sorry for the pain I have caused you today.” You planted a big and sloppy kiss smack in the middle of her forehead, causing her to groan and wipe away the slobber. “You are the light of my life,” you said solemnly. “The apple of my eye. My favorite person on earth.”

Paige pursed her mouth, trying to prevent the corners of her lips from curving upwards. “And?”

“Never again will I ignore you or miss a wolves game.” You hesitated. “Wait, can I take back that last part? You watch so many of their games it’s hard to keep up-”

Paige’s eyes narrowed and you decided to cut yourself off before you dug a deeper hole. “Nevermind!” you said brightly. “I will never again forget to watch a wolves game with my beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, incredible girlfriend.”

The blonde beamed up at you. “That’s more like it.”

You toyed at the collar of her shirt, letting your fingers brush gently across the soft skin on her neck. Looking up at her through your lashes, you said as seductively as you could, “Now can I kiss you?”

“Fuck yeah,” she muttered, grabbing your hips and pulling you in.