#im rage quitting. minecraft is dead to me.

[krytus]

i need beautiful women to comfort me im so bad at minecraft

[leighzal]

Ooooooo okay some of my fav games to play when bored

•Left 4 dead 2 (and 1, but if you get l4d2 it'll give and expansion pack with l4d1 as well, this is mainly for pc though)

•skyrim (I dont really have a lot to say for skyrim except its just really fun to play and pretend AND they now have multi-player!!!)

•minecraft (im suggesting this because it really helps me get out of an art block. Its really fun to play or creative and just let your mind go loose)

•cuphead (if you want something challenging that will definitely make you rage quit, this is your game)

•animal crossing of course, its tame easy and simple. Except for being taxed by a racoon

~Some mobile games as well~

▪︎cytus 2 (this is an animish type rhythm game. The songs on it are originals and they slap hard, like I love them, it even has a backstory/lore to it!! So of you conplete a challenge or a song mode you get another peice to the story)

▪︎this one may get me called a weeb but its sakura schoolgirl simulator (its not entirely what you think,,yes there is the school nd the girl part BUT you can also fight the mafia, a tax boss, these supervillians called shekkers, bears, and so much more. The game even includes achievements and its constantly being updated so there's always new stuff to do)

Funny enough thats all the mobile games I really enjoy playing. Those mobile games are free though, cytus 2 does have in game charges but you dont need those for the full story and lore. Cytus 2 does require a big download as well, so be mindful of that.

Other than that these are the games I really enjoy playing :))

ive just been born into the world what are some good games for beginners

[wisp-exe]

Okay fine ill post the story i wrote abt my found family. @vanillawaiver @killza-minecraft @ari-is-lonely @jackstanifold @157-bees @remy-roth

im sorry i used the wrong pronouns 4 u karmen but i submitted this for an english assignment and my teacher probably wouldnt accept the right pronouns

The microwave burst into flames as the light bulb exploded. CJ flinched back hard, staring at the flames. She was pulled out of her stupar by a hand on her shoulder.

“What are you doing, CJ?!” Karmen asked, grabbing the fire extinguisher.

“Ah, nothing. Sorry, I zoned out.” She responded, calmly.

The storm let out a loud BANG. Karmen had started to clean up the mess. CJ decided to go find her brother. She entered the living room, it looked old. All the furniture was victorian style. Marv sat on the dark green couch, right by the fireplace. He was reading a book she couldn't quite read the title of. The fireplace was big, and beautiful. It was engraved with stories told in pictures. The main one was the story of Theseus.

The story of Theseus is about a man who slays a beast, and then gets banished. A king, Lycomedes, takes him in. This is where the story has different endings. Theseus either falls off a cliff, or is pushed by Lycomedes.

CJ had been pulled out of her thoughts by another BANG from the storm.

The storm was louder than before, some might find it scary. That ‘some’ just happened to be Phil. He jumped at least a foot into the air at the next sound of thunder, before calming down and going back to the book he was reading, it was about Greek Mythology.

CJ distantly wondered where her brother Tommy was.

Meanwhile, on the second floor, Wilbur was wandering the halls. He couldn't find it in himself to settle down in one place. He glanced out the window, the storm looked like it would just be getting worse. Guess he was stuck inside. He should go find Ari and Bee. That would entertain him.

Bee was alone in their room. They were scrolling through their phone, when they decided to go find someone else in the house. Bee got off their bed and walked out the door. The hallway was dingy, and clearly water damaged. The carpet was a dark red with some gold details. They started down the hall. After just a few steps they could feel someone watching them. they suddenly felt a hand on their shoulder. They felt the cold metal of a knife at their throat. They let out one last scream before everything went dark.

There was a scream from the second floor. Everyone rushed to find the noise. What they saw terrified them. It was the dead body of Bee. They had been stabbed in the throat. Marv screamed. Everyone was crying. The death was clearly not an accident.

“Oh my god, someone here is a murderer!” Phil exclaimed.

Everyone looked at each other suspiciously

“Well it can't be CJ. She's so nice” Tommy spoke

“What if it was Wilbur? He was alone!” Marv shouted

“So were you!”

What if another person gets killed? The storm was raging, and people were blaming Wilbur. He was upset. Bee was his best friend. Everyone agreed to return to their rooms for the night and hope for the best. The phones aren't working anyways, the internet had gone out and there was no service in the area their airbnb was in. Wilbur decided to entertain himself with the bad mobile game he downloaded that was full of ads unless there was no internet.

Wilbur’s room was one of the smaller ones, consisting of just a bed, desk, and wardrobe. The bedsheets were a medium blue, and were queen size even though the bed was only a twin. He had set his bag on the dark spruce desk. The floor was a lighter oak wood color.

Wilbur heard a knock at his door. He didn't know who it could be, everyone was scared of him because they think he killed Bee.

“Who is it?”

Another knock, this time in a melodic pattern.

“Alright, fine i'm coming.”

Wilbur opened the door and froze. In Front of him was the killer, holding a bloody knife. He felt like he was going to puke at the sight of his friend’s blood. The murderer gave him a wicked grin. They covered his mouth as they stabbed him, making sure no one could hear the scream. Wilbur’s room was a bit aways from the closet inhabited room.

Wilbur’s body was found the next morning. No one felt safe around the others. It was only Karmen, CJ, Tommy, Marv, and Ari left, so it was easy to avoid each other in this big house.

Karmen was currently making themself toast. The toaster went off with a ding. Karmen put their toast on a plate, and spread butter on it. They then entered the living room to eat in front of the fire.

They heard footsteps from behind them. They turned just in time to get a glance at the killer, before being shoved into the fire. They screamed as they were burned. Soon the house was filled with the smell of burning flesh, the killer was nowhere to be seen.

Later around 11pm, the remaining people decided to stay together. They were in one of the bigger bedrooms, it had two beds, its own bathroom, and lots of floor space. The room’s color theme was green and yellow. Then the power went out. Tommy had taken out a flashlight and turned it on.

“I always keep it on me in old places, just in case.”

Marv felt like something was off. CJ was nowhere to be seen.

He had gotten stabbed, so had Ari. CJ had a sick grin on her face, Tommy had a neutral look on his. That was the last thing he saw.

CJ and Tommy proceeded to walk to the main staircase, not speaking a word. CJ started to walk towards her room.

“CJ, wait. I have something to tell you.”

CJ approached him, “What is it Tommy?”

She was going to say more when she felt herself get shoved over the railings, falling straight from the third floor to the first. There she laid, bleeding out in the middle of the beautiful entry way. Tommy then left the airbnb.

Thomas closed the book, “And that was the last they saw of Tommy, some say he still might be killing, without his sister. Others think he settled down with a family. I guess we will never know.”

[chrysalizzm]

Do you have fic recs or head canons? please ramble for paragraphs im bored and looking for something to read.

oh boy do i have some fic recs for you (and everyone who sees this), my friend! this one is quite long because there are a lot of fics i like and this isn’t all of them, so if you’d like more, you can check out my bookmarks page ^^

The Run and Go by Numanum 

“That’s not fair,” Bad protests. Dream raises an eyebrow at him and jerks his tied hands in emphasis, clearly saying that none of this is fair.

“Look, you keep running! Who runs if they’re not guilty?” Bad challenges, staring him down with obvious distrust from the generous distance of exactly five feet. It’s fair, as much as Dream hates to admit it; it’s not like he’s been the most honest hostage in the past, with all of his escaping and running and framing himself for his own murder, apparently.

“Only the good die young, and only the guilty run,” Technoblade chimes in, holding his own potato and sitting in the snow like it’s not cold at all.

A hot flash of irritation burns through him.

“Someone being chased?” he counters sarcastically, jerking his tied wrists up again to wave them in front of the group. Sapnap laughs so hard that he almost chokes on his potato, but it dies off when Dream gives him an icy stare.

Or: Dream is having a hard time, and the hunter just want to adopt him like a stray puppy that bites you at every opportunity.

multi-chapter, ongoing.

a manhunt with plot-style fic! exquisitely written, visceral in the emotions it evokes. it’s the kind of fic that makes me feel all shaky with anticipation, the kind that i have a physical reaction to; you can’t put it down.

pain. all-consuming pain. this one feels bad, man

and as he fell (you walked away) by Teahound

Once upon a time, there were three hunters.

They were good at what they did. If you wanted something-- or better yet, someone-- found, discovered, or destroyed, they were the people you asked. They didn’t have much to their name, besides a formidable reputation, but they were a team, and that was enough for them.

Once upon a time, there was a king in the forest.

He wore a mask, but it didn’t matter. That deep in the forest, in a hidden fortress, buried behind leaves and monsters and broken stone, no one could see his face anyway. He had been there a very long time, and he was alone.

Being a king can be a very lonely thing. So one day, the king left the fortress.

A Minecraft manhunt AU, with a fantasy twist. Dream is a cryptid, and Hunters are idiots.

multi-chapter (11), complete.

tea’s fic!! a manhunt-with-plot fic, featuring a forest spirit dream and circumstantial hunters and friendships that feel both intensely real and desperately melancholy because they can’t last.

or can they?

The Real World by Cinammonzoa and Fire_Fly464

"Ten, paces fire!"

Time stopped.

Tommy’s entire body went numb. He tried to open his mouth to say something, but his body was determined to keep him silent. His vision went dark, and he could no longer feel his headphones over his ears. The mouse in his hand. The slight breeze of his ceiling fan. For a few seconds, he couldn’t feel anything.

His senses came back to him all at once. The first thing Tommy noticed was the weight in his right hand -- a bow. His nostrils stung with the lingering scent of gunpowder. In front of him was a masked figure. Their right arm was bent, their elbow by their face. In their left hand was a bow, aiming directly at--

~~~

Aka Dream and Tommy get transported into the SMP world and have no idea what the fuck is happening

multi-chapter (23), complete

you’ve probably seen this one if you haunt the video blogging rpf/minecraft tags of ao3 often! an irl!dream and tommy replace their smp counterparts type of beat, very upbeat in dynamic and fun to keep pace with, great read.

staying alive (though the city is dead) by Alice_Not_In_Wonderland

"Damned if you do, damned if you don't," Schlatt smirks, his words lilting, almost song-like. His eyes seem to glow brighter. "Tell me, Dream, when did you realize that you could talk and talk and talk and no one would ever believe you?"

---

or: if dream's damned to be a villain in every story he's in, then he's going to show them exactly how much of one he can be

one-shot, complete.

the gratuitous greek mythology references are truly everything and this fic is such a good dissection of dream and schlatt’s motivations and how their goals intersect, and dream’s likening to cassandra really hits different 

Green & Gold by HognoseSnake

George’s legs ached.

His lungs felt tight and too small.

His breath was loud in his ears.

His pack bounced uncomfortably on his shoulders.

George, homeless and adrift, is an outlaw of the Mad King's reign. He'd spent the last two months being hunted across the wilderness at the fringe of society by a ruthless killer in a smiling mask and bright green coat. This, he understood.

What he didn't understand is why such a ruthless killer kept letting him go.

multi-chapter (8), complete. sequel ongoing.

a breathtaking pseudo-manhunt-with-plot fic, with george and dream running from a kingdom that wants them dead for perceived transgressions. this shit hurted, and the sequel hurts even worse ;-; snake please i beg

We’re Only Young series by ImperialKatwala

It's easy to forget amid the chaos and bloodshed how similar - and how young - Dream and Technoblade really are.

collection of both one-shots and ongoing multi-chapter fics.

((bangs on table)) please read this series it is dream and techno friendship fics that alternate between lighthearted and heartwrenchingly comforting and imperialkatwala’s characterisation of them and their respective groups of family and friends is so frickin’ good i read this series when i’m not having a good day and it never fails to make me crack a smile

kept promises and old ruins and names carved into stone by verecundiam

"Would you... would you want to stay here?" Bad wrings his hands, looking away. "Like, like actually stay? I know it's not, ah, not exactly comfortable, or all that homey, but I don't want you two to get hurt out there on your own, and I just... I think maybe you could stay? If you want?"

"That sounds nice," Sapnap says, because it does.

(Or: How four kids managed to build a family, against all odds.)

one-shot, complete.

muffinteers found family that makes me want to go to the smp writers and beg it to be made canon. unbelievably soft yet excellent at parsing out the younger counterparts of the four and creating backgrounds that feasibly form them into the people they grow up to be.

in the age of icons by BananasofThorns

“Yeah, keep digging,” Tommy crows.

The pickaxe hesitates on the downswing. The air shifts; Dream’s aura bursts into visibility, brilliant green and jagged. Ozone hums on Techno’s tongue and Bad stutters in the middle of his sentence. Up on the wall, silhouetted by the sun, Dream stands frozen and furious.

L'manberg messes with something it shouldn't. Techno watches the repercussions and tries not to laugh.

one-shot, complete.

i love deity aus (figures, i wrote one myself akjdfh), and this one hits. there’s something exquisitely delicate about how dream and the repercussions his godhood both on himself and on the people who are exposed to him in that moment of unbridled rage.

that's how we keep going (we make the best of things) by lieyuu

[ i can’t decide if this is heaven or hell. the walls keep closing in and we’re running out of space, but you’re pretty cute ]

“So, do you want to build a flower shop, a cottage, or a coffee shop?” Puffy asks, smiling like just Niki’s presence is enough to light up her world.

Niki looks at her, thinks, I want to bend nature to my will and weave tapestries in your name, says, “I think I might like the flower shop best.”

one-shot, complete.

a niki/puffy fic that crushed me in its hands in just six hundred words.  the delicate love and wonder and beauty of this fic killed me softly and i welcomed it. it’s girls in love rendered by lieyuu’s masterful hand, what more could you want

i need it to be known that as i was typing up my thoughts midnight love by girl in red started playing from my playlist if that’s not a shining endorsement i don’t know what is

did i ruin the moment? by itisjosh

Ranboo drags himself through the snow, burn wounds going up and down his body. His suit is crumpled, half of it discarded as he crawls along the ground. His eyes are firmly pressed shut, and he refuses to open them, just in case he sees him, Dream, again. Ranboo sobs as the snow melts on his skin, the water scalding him as it trickles down his arms and chest.

one-shot, complete.

it’s character death, i do need to put it out there because it felt like i was punched in the stomach at the end even though i knew. josh knows exactly how to drag his readers kicking and screaming into angst hell, as always - a ranboo is rescued by phil fic wherein ranboo ends up convincing himself that the only reason for his presence in the nearly-empty anarchist commune is because phil sees him as a placeholder for his sons ;-; pain

Frame The Halves, And Call Them Brothers by MusicallyActive

"Let's go!" Quackity roared. "Let's fucking go!"

The anvil dropped, and Techno reached for his totem of undying. This was going to hurt like a bitch.

Phil screamed something, and instantly a crushing force struck Technoblade's skull. It rattled him to the core, doused his vision in red, and then all he knew was black.

He gasped awake moments later to the sound of his communicator pinging softly at his bedside table, and when Technoblade opened his eyes, New L'manburg was nowhere in sight.

one-shot, complete.

a techno timeloop fic that shows off the unintentional cruelty of the children who run l’manberg and techno’s own inability to allow the people he tries so hard not to love to come to harm. techno’s rendered in painstaking detail; this one was cathartic in the best way.

on i go (move to move) by Aenqa

If you ask someone whether they’ve ever experienced real, severe physical pain, you’ll learn a lot from their response.

Techno knows what it means to be in pain. He’s accepted it as a necessary consequence of keeping his family safe. But when the pain he's experiencing starts to become too much to bear alone, it takes his family to show him what it might mean to feel better.

one-shot, complete.

chronic pain fic featuring sbi!! it’s really good - aenqa wrote chronic pain well, and incorporated respawn mechanics into it well, and the dynamic between sbi is impeccable.

Yellow and Blue and- by nic_takes_Ls (nic_L)

It’s another gorgeous day in New L’Manberg. Tubbo’s stilted streets of deep toned spruce and honey-touched oaks are warm under his feet from the sun, and a sign and a small banner proclaim the country’s name in front of his face. Wilbur is so happy to let the ‘L’ roll of his tongue as he says it, ‘Manberg’ was harsh and too guttural, but the two extra syllables make it something that could fit on a melody, a four-note beat he could set the pace of his unbeating heart to.

The citizens of New L’Manberg track him with cautious eyes at first, until Tubbo changes his eyes to slightly sad ones, listening along to Wilbur’s rambles, warming up to the truly soot-grey sight of his face and sunshine yellow of his ever-present sweater. The rest of the population soon follow, laughing at Wilbur’s strange innocence and telling him what he’s done with only a little bit of spite in a pitying mask and fixing their mouths in a line when he suddenly forgets what he’s doing or stares into space or laughs at nothing.

But all the people who get sad when Wilbur starts laughing after shock-still silence are dumb.

Because Wilbur’s not laughing at nothing.

one-shot, complete.

a ghostbur fic from quite early on! it includes references to wilbur and schlatt’s older videos/smp experiences and has a super interesting take on the nature of wilbur’s amnesia i enjoyed this fic a lot ^^

east of eden series by subwaywalls

Philza protects his home.

(An angel with a singing blade of fire guards the gates to paradise.)

two one-shots, one ongoing multi-chapter fic.

READ IT READ IT READ IT. the eoe series is exquisite in both content and presentation, centering around sbi and the powers they all respectively have but also bringing in people like grian and dream, and subwaywalls is a master of packaging her words ever so delicately to create an experience that is ethereal.

[roanoaks]

I posted 721 times in 2021

68 posts created (9%)

653 posts reblogged (91%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 9.6 posts.

I added 565 tags in 2021

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#shitpost - 31 posts

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#a classic - 10 posts

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#rowrites - 5 posts

#mood - 4 posts

#tea - 4 posts

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#like i will admit when i started out my ocs were all stock white mary sues but learning to write diverse and varied characters respectfully

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

I fucking read it/its as tits/tits on my own god damn psot about my own pronins

7 notes • Posted 2021-12-06 04:45:38 GMT

#4

Day 1 of making minecraf oc memes no one but like, three people will understand

Adnan: Im hiding being half-ender so well!!

The local villagers of Milpies: Oh thats adnan, the one thats to dumb to actually be half-ender.

Adnan: ITS WORKING

Also Adnan: oh no i mean im allergic to water but like its not like an enderman thing its judt like uuuuuh zombies! You know how they turn- yeah? Okay cool- oh uh the black patches are uuuh w- wither rose scars a- nd ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵖᵘʳᵖˡᵉ ᵉʸᵉˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ-

7 notes • Posted 2021-08-03 23:06:30 GMT

#3

Tempted to make an absolute bastard of a minecraft oc

Absolutely vile lil man, i could do it.. just a terror of a person

11 notes • Posted 2021-08-19 18:51:27 GMT

#2

Mutuals rlly have the audacity to say "i never get to talk about X" OH? YOU DONT? CHECK YOUR INBOX COWARD. SEND ME A DM COWARD.

11 notes • Posted 2021-10-14 21:06:27 GMT

#1

You can have a romance trope without the romantic feelings homie

Like this isnt to diss when stories are romantic i just mean that like, not every story thats intense and emotional and describes a visceral connection with two characters.. has to be romantic.

I think the levels get a lot better when love is fluid and also when love isn't quite there, or when love is the closest word they can find

Like theyve killed each other, because one will always eat and the other will always take and it took xeir life and xey ate its being and theres a level of like they have killed each other, they have taken each other to their very cores and shattered it and its that deep understanding that they are both creatures destined to end the way they lived. One will always eat, the other will always take. And its not love, its understanding. Its sitting there holding the heart you took from xeir chest as they feast on your essence and not saying a word because you both know that it was always going to end like this, even if theyd never known each other until that very moment. Its not love, its understanding, its a deep and aching sense of knowing.

And then theress like, the thought of one crying their eyes out because theres a dead body, he killed him! He killed him and god theyve never seen a body before and its him gently cupping their face with bloody hands and saying "its okay, i protected you," and its in them knowing that he will never understand that their scared because he killed someone, not because they were in danger. Its taking soft gentle touches from someone who is hopelessly and utterly and completely devoted and loyal to you with wvery fiber of his fucking being... and looking into his eyes to know hes a killer. That he will never understand life the way you do. And thats not love, no matter how devoted and kind and loving he is to you. It might be, someday. But right now its hearing "i protected you," and realizing with dread that the killer is bound to you. Its bloody hands cupping your face as you shake.

Sometimes its starting in hatred. A good enemies to lovers hits different hut in this case its no lovers. In this case its being there, always there for centuries. For lifetimes. Its always fucking being there and god, hes insufferable, hes arrogant, hes a piece of shit, but fuck. He's always there. He's always fucking there, and he's the asshole yanking him down to avoid being spotted to say "you idiot" while your heart skips a beat because you didnt even see the person that couldve caught you. Hes the fucker you kissed in a blind fucking rage. Hes the piece of shit that can call you out on yours because damn, hes been stuck with you forever. And its always fuckin him, god, god is it always fuckin him. No matter where he ends up the others going to follow. Its trusting deep in his fucking bones that he'll be there. And they do say "i love you," once, sweetly, "i love you," again, violent, in a kiss that bruises, "I love you," angry, clawing, and it feels the closes to right they can get. But it isnt love and it isnt hatred, its a searing trust. Its knowing thst no matter what, itll always be him.

12 notes • Posted 2021-09-10 06:17:27 GMT

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