#mcd edit

[warlocks-and-phoenixes]

MCD GO BRRRRRR come get y’all juice

But It’s No Longer You [Minecraft Diaries MV / 10th Anniversary Tribute]

[mcdgarroth]

Shad is one of my favorite tragic characters

[neos-schlond-poofa]

my magnum opus that i spent 20 minutes on, inspired by an anon ask that @xerith-42 answered ❤️ what can i say, laurance likes his blue color coded older brother characters

[killerzshadow]

Here, Feast Upon A Memory Bros Edit Because They're Consuming My Brain.

[mangotelevision]

working on my new katelyn design

[bobfloydpilled]

‼️SPOILERS FOR MW2 AND MW3‼️

this song is so utterly soapghost to me that i had to throw together a super quick edit....... i was going to actually do proper transitions but i was simply Too Lazy i apologise. anyway i miss them so much

[bitchfitch]

idk at some point I think we need to stop lying to city people about what a no light pollution night sky looks like bc some of the saturation boosted long exposures folk are using as proof of what the nebulous they have taken from you are getting silly.

like this is a photo from the McDonald observatory obviously, but this is like. almost what you would actually be seeing under decent but not exceptional circumstances (ie sea level with low moisture/dust in the air, and no time spent intentionally avoiding light before hand)

[will-do-anything-for-a-dollar]

it’s done

[sweetiepotatofry]

okokokok

OKAY! so my take on what in the literal name of Irene was going on in the anniversary video is:

I think that SMP!Aphmau goes into the mind of post mcd Aphrene (the Irene we see in angels fall), she is not literally in Phoenix drop, she is just in Aphrene's memory of Phoenix drop. My theory, which stems from my personal experiences with flashbacks, is that Aphrene was having a really rough flashback around the same time one of the smpmau's was having an 'in Minecraft!' Video go wrong. Aphrene dragged Smpmau into the Irene dimension the same way she did with Aaron in emerald secret. The reason why I think it's specifically a flashback is that not only are the memories of MCD super jumbled, it's also notably only the traumatic ones she's remembering. Smpmau doesn't stumble across a maid cafe hidden in the hills, she's swooped up by a LITERAL WYVERN and meets K.C. in another dimension. Recalling a memory usually follows a timeline, flashbacks usually don't.

Okay I know what you may be thinking, 'Why would Aphrene drag Smpmau to solve her flashbacks' My answer to that is, if you had the chance to drag a happier and sillier version of yourself into your most haunting memories with the chance of them becoming happier and sillier, would you take the chance? I would, the various memories of my trusted guards trying to kill me would still be there, but now I can smile at the thought of threatening them with a flame thrower. Aphrene had basically nothing to loose and all to gain in this scenario, if Smpmau failed she would just be back at square one, if she succeeded she'd recreate a feat she had already done before.

Not to mention what the 'Angels' said about it not being the void that dragged Smpmau there. Because it wasn't, it was Aphrene.

Tldr: whatever undiagnosed mental thing I have going on, Irene does too, and instead of therapy she dragged Smpmau to try and solve it.

[irenegalanatic]

so tiktok is banned erm ignore how bad the quality is

[minik0u]

LAURMAU MY LOVE!!

[forestshadow-wolf]

warning: MCD

Volume up

[mcdgarroth]

The fact that Laurance just keeps disappearing on her

[bbbeowulf]

Aphtober Day 10: Tarot

Dante as The Tower Upright (specifically for unexpected change bc I’m evil)

Idk a thing about Tarot cards so I hope I did this right LOL

Anyways im very very pleased with how this came out and I hope y’all like it as much as I do!! Especially all you Dante Enjoyers out there 👁️👁️

See all my Aphtober submissions HERE!!

[maximura]

[dantes-number-1-fanboy]

Im not back from break yet but i did revisit a short lil fic i wrote a month ago.. its not amazing (i am by no means a writer) but i like it lol

~ Conversations With a Dear Friend ~

- a dante angst fic (dantes got abandonment issues) -

"Its been a few days since the ceremony." The young man states, staring at the tombstone. A gentle breeze plays with his blue curls.

"I known Its kind of silly but im still holding on to hope that you and the others will come walking out of the forest." A soft smile decorates his face for a moment as he looks up toward the sky, sun glaring into his eyes, the heat dancing on his skin before the breeze blows it away.

"Aph..." He blinks tears from his eyes "im lost." He curses himself for almost crying out in the open like this. If hes whats left he has to stay strong. He cant be weak.

"Everyone is lost. We dont know what to do, we dont even know where to start. How the hell did you do it all on your own?" He pauses as if awaiting an answer. The longer it goes the more tears come to threaten him. It grows only worse as the silence gives him time to think of every conversation. Every "quick chat" that lasted hours and hours. The silence hurts. But talking hurts too.

"I should get going. i have a lot to get done today, your shoes sure arent easy to fill." He stands far longer than he should, hesitation obvious in his stature. "I love you... and i miss you. I wish i couldve said goodbye." A pause as he begins to cry, no longer worried about people seeing him. He doesnt care anymore. If talking causes tears its still better than the deadly lack of sound. Even if his voice is barely a whisper. Even if people see him cry. Even if hes saying things that hurt worse than death.

"..I wish i couldve known id lose my sister too." Silence. Harsh silence. He hadn't meant to say that. It barely went through his mind before leaving his lips. He looks for confort but hes alone. Fully alone. It seems that even the breeze has abandoned him to his solitude. Its as if irene herself wants him to know how lonely he is.

He stands still looking to the flowers beside him, holing for confort but the tombstone stares at him. It bores into his skin, pushing him further and further as he stands still. The gentle sun now scolding hot, his skin melting to lava. The breeze now a harsh wind, tossing and turning him in every direction. And yet nothing has changed. Its all peculiarly the same. Yet so different.

So lonely. So severely and painfully lonely. Now that he thinks about it he hasnt really  felt this way since.. since Gene. Oh. Oh irene no. Oh my beloved, benevolent, merciful, Irene please help. Save this poor boy. He can't do this alone. All his friends and family are gone, they've all left him behind.

It all feels like some sick joke. Some twisted and hateful joke. Only wishing to hurt him. To push him too far. To nearly kill him.

"Goodbye"

He can barely even whisper it out. Despite the desperation for more to be said the word feels final. Like its the last time. Like hes finally began excepting his own tragedy.

This young man. This child. Tired, lonely, and drowning under the weight of those who left him. Abandoned him. Hes been forced to except the truth. The truth that he is alone. He is alone and without salvation.