#magnetar rambles

[mawofthemagnetar]

Alright, for those not up to date on Iskall's vods, here's the deal. He's been dealing with something truly horrid since his last youtube upload, something he does not want to talk about.

However, he's planning on making a return to uploading videos soonish. No specific dates. Just soon.

When Iskall does return- whenever that might be- we should try to come out in force for him. Remember when Mumbo took some time off? When Jevin mentioned he was feeling crummy? When Wels and Joe said they needed some help?

Same deal. When Iskall comes back, let's get into that comments section and make some positive noise!

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Alright, I'm gonna do a spot of self-promo.

Anglerfish is the Eldritch Horror Iskall fic I was threatening to write for awhile and then did finally write. It's set during Hermitcraft Vault Hunters. Joe starts poking his nose where it doesn't belong, and learns a whole bunch of things he really shouldn't have. I think it's pretty cool!

And now for some other fics I think are cool:

A Knight Can Dream, by AstronautBeans. Which is just. So cool. Welsknight's a mimic, Hypno can make dreams, it's really sweet and sad.

in which grian is normal, by crabbunch, which is just so neat. Yep. That's a very normal Grian, right there. Definitely not trapped in a time loop, no sir.

Glass wings and hollow bones, by Evilrat_Sabre. Grian's made of glass. This is just so cool I had to rec it. Check it out!

They're all super cool, and you should check them out!

you know what I haven’t seen going around in a while, and could use some of myself? fic recs! so, consider this both a rec and a self-promo post: recommend some fics to me in the reblogs and I’ll reblog your recs! in general, try to include both a summary and why you’re reccing it (whether it’s a self-promo or someone else’s), and let’s get some eyes on fics!

[whataboutsimple]

Hey man!!! it’s MY turn to break into ur ask box >:D

I can’t stop thinking about oceanlove…. If it’s alright, Do you have any headcanons you could possibly share with me? I’ve absolutely fallen for the propaganda and I wanna hear more abt them …. 👉👈

Sorry if this is weird I just like them a lot i think!!😭

IT'S NOT WEIRD AT ALL I'M SO GLAD YOU CAME HERE OMFGJHDSFSLDFG-

You can punch my ask box like for infinity and I'm gonna be happy abt it!

Okay, since size of letters is finally normal, I can do more propaganda on them!

First of all I beg for my dear life listen tp Heart Shaped Box - Neovaii! This song is so about them, but mostly about how heartbroken Gabriel is!

"She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak" - bassicaly Gabriels feels how carefully Fred treats him, trying to hide the whole conflict situations about Romeo, too afraid of hurting Gabriel even though he can handle it.

"I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks" - he feels a bit overwhelemed with all the care and protection Fred gives him, but won't recieve the same back.

"I've been drawn into your magnetar pit trap" - Gabriel knows he should do something about it, but Fred's words are so sweet, so reassuring that he can't help but believe him.

"I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black" - he straight up hates himself for letting this all happen, for letting the sweetness fool him, for letting his partner die, basically wishes he'v done anything to prevent Fred from dying.

You can count chorus as for his nightmares, where he calls for Fred, but his lapis slowly dissapearce in the blackness and he can't do anything.

"Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet" - the orchids here are them (blue orchids specifically), meat-eating means they cared about each other too much it made none of them happy in the end, and forgive no one is how they both blame themselfes for all that happend.

"Cut myself on angel hair and baby's breath" - how he tries to move on, even when he doesn't know for sure if Fred is dead, he tries to convince himself it's over and "Cut myself on angel hair" meanwhile Fred is dying for him "and baby's breath".

"Broken hymen of your Highness, I'm left back" - now, when Fred is dead, he's all alone yet again, no friends, no family, just him and his sorrow.

"Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back" - even thought he "accepted" Fred's death, he still wishes he would let him in, let him help, let him climb back to the point where their realtionship was clear.

I think that's all for the song?? The meaning in the original ofc not like that, but I decided to interpret it like that!

Okay, let's move on for some sweet hc after all this angst, shall we?

Gabriel usually teasingly calls Fred "Your highness/majesty" since Fred is bassicaly a God and it's kind of can be interpreted like monarchy role of king/queen? Fred always smiles shyly since he, unlike Romeo, doesn't think of himself that much, and blushes madly.

Gabriel has a doggy named "Lucky" meanwhile Fred has a chicken named "Waffles" and just like their owners, those two loves to cuddle with each other till sleep.

Gabriel is usually the "calm-guy" person, but when he's around Fred, he feels safe enough to throw away his act and be exactly like a damn puppy, who runs around and shows his owner (Fred) everything he think is interesting enough! ("Honeypie, loot at this foxes! They're cute just like you!" "Oh, oh, look here! Those stones looks funny to me only?" "Wow, these coralls are something..")

Fred in return always listens to Gabriel's rambling and adds very.. flirty comments ("Corrals might be beautifull, but they are nothing compared to you, darling." "O-okay- ahah.. ah- well.. the start are unussually bright!" "The celestial bodies in the firmament appear faint in comparison to the radiance emanating from the constellation of my embrace." "..What?" "You're the brightest star in my arms.")

Fred knows how much of a luck Gabriel has when it comes to finding diamonds and how much his diamond hates it, so sometimes he secretly spectates and removes most of them from his lover's path.

Gabriel loves singing and playing his guitar, there are more than 30 songs about his perfect lapis!

Argumentes between them are something very rare and never like "fighting and screaming", but they still shortly after make it up to each other in the best way possible.

Gabriel loves doing Fred's bun for him, meanwhile Fred always enjoys putting flowers in Gabriel's curly hair!

Fred bakes! A lot, actually ("Sorry, Waffles, I need those eggs.") and he's good at it, meanwhile Gabriel is a masterchef in normal cooking, so their table is always full with meal they made for each other!

Fred could've built their house using his Admins powers, but instead they did it all together with their hands starting from blueprints! You can say it just by little details appearing here and there (for example: blue handprints on the walls in Fred's office. It started when Gabriel put a little "bip" on Fred's nose when his hands were in paint. They've been covered in it after that.)

I could've write more, but a really don't want to keep yoy waiting so here they are - our silly lovers. Hope you like it, Coins! Say Hi to Captian from me:)

[mawofthemagnetar]

Throwback to my first time cheating at multiplayer minecraft. Put your torches down, let me explain. And no, I haven’t done it since.

I don’t remember what version it was, only that it was a very long time ago. Food healed hearts directly, and- this is the important part- mossy cobblestone could not be crafted or mined anywhere in the overworld save the floors of dungeons.

It also was a brilliant, vibrant green, so much more aggressive than its current gentle texture, but that’s neither here nor there.

I was playing on a survival server I’ve long since forgotten the name of, and I was putting the finishing touches on my lovely brick house. But the floor, no no. I was a picky child; only the finest of flooring would do.

I wanted mossy cobblestone.

Immediately I was at an impasse. I could strip mine and explore caves in the hope of finding one dungeon; but I needed two whole stacks of it for my floor. There was no /locate command at the time, and I knew nobody else well enough to ask for it. And at the time, chunkbase and other seed scanning tools didn’t exist; not that it would have helped, since I didn’t have the world seed.

Perplexed, I logged off and consulted with friends at school the next day.

There, I was advised to try an x-ray texture pack.

So I did.

And it worked a treat! The dungeons were rendered perfectly visible to me, and I easily dug straight down (smart and subtle!) and raked in the precious mossy cobblestone I needed.

At one point, one of the mods asked me in chat if I was x-raying. Having just turned off the pack minutes before the message came through, I cheerfully said no and skipped off to finish my floor.

At no point during this entire exercise did it occur to child me to use the x-ray pack to mine for the diamonds I could clearly see.

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WE WIN THEEEEEEESE!!!

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Thank you so much Pete! <3

A love letter to the co-conspiritors

They have many names—beta reader, friend, Oh Fuck You—but you know who they are: they’re the person who is as rabid as you about a ship or a character, the one you DM with your most twisted headcanons, the one who agrees that YES, he SHOULD be tied to a chair and slapped in the face—that she SHOULD be allowed a little tragic backstory, as a treat—that they SHOULD be roommates who are secretly pining for one another…the one who hashes out with you, at past midnight, how soon is reasonable for people with superpowers to have sex after one of them has been shot in the leg.

They’re the person who reads your fic before you send it to anyone else, and raves with you about that plot point that you COULDN’T WAIT for them to reach, or points out where you’ve forgotten that they were at the bar, not the library, so you need to remove the reference to book stacks, or pokes you to finish the goddamn next chapter because they want to read it, okay?

Fandom would not exist without them. They enable and encourage. Some of them are also fic writers, and you get to enable them right back. Some of them create fan art, or meta, or text post edits, or run prompt fests, or edit wikis…some of them are simply just as in love with the same thing that you are and want to feed the squee.

If you’re lucky enough to have someone like this in your life, you’ll know how much impact they have. It’s different to getting comments and kudos (wonderful though those are!), because they come in before the fic is finished, sometimes even before it’s started, and say ‘yes, do it!’. The fact that I’ve written so much for Community and The Umbrella Academy is completely down to @bethanyactually and @wheresmytowel respectively, and I count myself incredibly lucky to have them both in my life (and not just for all this, but also because they’re both incredibly lovely and smart and fun).

It was Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day yesterday (Aug 21st), and it made me think that we should also give a shoutout to the co-conspiritors, because without them, an awful lot more fic writers would be stress-scrolling through tumblr instead of working on their WIP, and there’d be so much less fic in the world.

[mawofthemagnetar]

If you could put any item from the real world into hermitcraft what would you choose? (and where would you place it in the server?)

hmmmm

See, the OBVIOUS answer here is "A gun" and "into the hands of zombiecleo" but I'm gonna be bold and say "a monster truck" and "into the possession of GoodtimeswithScar".

I think he would cause problems on purpose <3

[mawofthemagnetar]

*Jigsaw voice* Hello Ethoslab. I'm going to get straight to the point. You will notice you're currently in your office with your horrible setup. Those cardboard boxes contain all the things you would need to unscuff this abomination. Take that mic out of that tissue box or I'm going to flood this entire room with lukewarm coffee. Unscuff or scuffle off this mortal coil. Make your choice.

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you pull on Skizzleman's halo and it makes the same noise as a car antenna as it waggles back into place send post.

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You fool. You buffoon. It’s obvious.

Keralisse.

is the plural of keralis keralisses or kerali

[mawofthemagnetar]

Fanon is a spectrum between “that slaps and I need it in everything” to “not my bag but I can see why you like it” to “HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE THIS SINCE I BEGAN TO NOTICE IT.”

[mawofthemagnetar]

Got bored. Made a poll.

Which hermit has the brain cell?

It’s one question and a long form answer box.

Have fun!

[mawofthemagnetar]

I wish writing shipfics wasn't like pulling teeth. I want to make my Kerskall dreams a reality but also writing shipfic is like walking through a bramble patch barefoot and in shorts. help.

[mawofthemagnetar]

The cure for that, seriously, is making older friends.

When I was at university I’d routinely play cards with a group of people who ranged in age from 60 to 90(!!!) on the high end. It really helped with my perspective- to them I was still barely getting started, and to me it was eye opening to see that life really does keep going after 40.

Make friends older than yourself. Seriously. You’ll be glad you did.

the internet has rotted people's brains so badly about ages....shubble posted a super super cute photo of herself since it was her birthday and said she turned 29! and theres a few people in the replies who are like...trying to compliment her I guess but they're like "omg you look so good, how are you almost 30?"

like idk how to tell you this. but women don't just shrivel up and die the moment they turn 30 (or 29 for that matter) 😭😭😭

[mawofthemagnetar]

What is the coldest temperature you've been outside in?

No ambiguity. Round up to the next ten if it's over 5 degrees and down ten if it's below 5 degrees. And you have to have been outside in it for it to count. Being outside in it for a second or two counts.

Feel free to count the wind chill.

Yes, I checked the coldest temperature it's ever been on Earth before I made this poll.

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occasionally taking the time to restate the ass-bleedingly obvious while doing my journal entries, on the off chance some future historian needs to know that we chlorinated our swimming pools or whatever,