#minecraft biome skins

[fregget-frou]

Made some alternative skins for Minecraft! In my mind Steve and Alex are Oak and Birch Forest biomes respectively so I thought why not make more players for the other biomes? Here’s the Savanna and Snowy Taiga Forest! Their names are Sam and Taylor!

Sam is supposed to be inspired by Australia (Steve Irwin haha) and Taylor is inspired by Canadian Inuits! I thought it would be cute to sort of make them connected with their “friendship” bracelets

Here are some better looks at the full skins!

And below are the pngs for download if you want them!

[call-of-the-ocean]

i love pearl's solarpunk base plans, it's such a neat aesthetic

sketched some outfits to fit into that style :]

[kiaratheartist]

Quick Illustration of my Minecraft Skin! :3 Sorry for the late upload, I'm not doing so well ever since I'm prone to depression.

[shenji-yei-v2]

Leon’s bizarre adventures!!!

[art-from-the-pantry]

My interpretation of this MC skin I prefer to play with. There were so many ideas for what to put into that big old head of theirs, I just left it empty. No thoughts, just building lighthouses for sport

[dr-fry]

Plz reblog for bigger sample size

[heartspark]

Have you ever wanted to play a cute monster taming game with lots of love and heart put into every inch and corner of it by a Team of fantastically talented artists?

Me too!! Too bad it got cancelled literally a few weeks before it was going to be anounced!

Artist Nicholas Kole on twitter along with many other talented artists have been sharing their work of nearly 4 years on this game. I cant imagine the heartbreak of working so hard on this project only for it to get canceled right before Release and everyone on the Team to get laid off.

It was meant to be an open world, minecraft inspired builder, with all sorts of unique creatures with various skins, variations depending on biomes, and even petting animations. That you could tame! It also had a large amount of beautiful and unique character customization. Here's some of the art ( NOT MY ART ) for the project!

Apparently alot of this game was near finished, coded, etc! ( ART ABOVE IS BY NICHOLAS KOLE , JOHANNES FIGLHUBER, INES MARSAL, AND MARIA LOBANOVA )

I dont know if the artists can look into crowdfunding ( the Studio still may own the IP ) , but myself and a few others have been trying to get the hashtag #bringbackprojectdragon get some traction on twitter! Maybe if the internet raises enough stink, the Studio might pay attention. Im not sure how likely that is but I desperately want thus game to exsist, it would be a dream game for me and many others im sure. So please consider joining in if you have a twitter.

[meelkiewee]

Washed up and ready for tumblr

sadly, i'm in a bit of an artblock/burnout so i'm kinda procrastinating on some projects by doing other stuff like this eefo character design... sigh

[pls reblog, don't like]

⬇️ my choices explained under the cut

INTRO

i'll start by saying that this character design was brought to life with my kinda limited knowledge of etho and my absolute passion for heavily redesigning characters and giving them my own twist.

THE MASK AND THE MASK's MASK

the first image that came to my mind was his mask. i knew i wanted something to cover almost all his face and for it to be wolf inspired. i still wanted it to reference his skin in some way though, so i added the little metallic plate and the black forehead ribbon as the way the mask holds up.

underneath his main mask i put another simpler black mask that mainly serves 3 purposes: it makes the wolf mask more comfortable to wear without too much metal to skin contact, it mantains the face covered in case the other falls off and... guys i remember i saw a clip of hermits asking him to take off the overlay of his skin to see his face but there was a second mask underneath. i don't make the rules.

CONCEAL DON'T FEEL

after that i slowly worked up a little bit of context in my head while i was adding more details and making my choices. so what i did was making a collage of the infos i collected over time about him and his character and sprinkle a little bit of kakashiki (-cit tango) visual elements.

as we all know etho is a brilliant redstoner and a guy who really cares about privacy. put that together and you get the lore i made up for him:

with his advanced irl tech knowledge, he found a way to transfer his soul in minecraft, kinda like SAO works, and has to conceal his appearance to not get caught. here comes the layered clothes, the enormous coat and ofc the masks. due to all of this i also headcanon him preferring to live in the colder biomes, and this ties back also to the fact that he's from canada ykyk.

AWOO BUT NOT TOO MUCH

i really like wolfie etho designs i saw going around but i didn't want to design another ren with a different palette (my ren is a anthro german shepherd) so i channeled the wolf energy in the mask, the thick fur of the coat that ends with a tail (inspired by marcille dungeon lord outfit, a few notice but her dress has a tail) and in his hair, also kinda looking like a tail.

TYPE: VIBES

the eye of the wolf mask being red and scarred (for life) is of course inspired by his kakashi skin. i sprinkled red tassels here and there to fill in the spots and mainly cause i personally love tassels and wanted to add some red accents for redstone.

his kinda slouchy posture is totally for vibes, etho comes across to me as this kinda lazy/chill guy that channels the energies he has into thinking about the redstone he gotta do and calls it a day. i tried to channel that also in the kinda generic plain clothes.

for the vibes i wanted to put him in crocs/flip flops too but i couldn't otherwise he would absolutely freeze. i had to give him some warm boots or whatevs *sigh*

i tried to make his single visible eye as cute and puppy-looking as possible 'cause c'mon he a cutie pie okay? for the mole near the eye, guys i literally can't recall where i got this piece of info and if it's even remotely true but, i read/heard somewhere he has a bunch of moles on his face irl??? idk idk this is so random, i'm sorry.

SO YEAH

this is the end of my long long explanation for this character design. i hope you like it and if you don't, i know my bestie likes it (he's a bit of an ethogirlie lol luv ya bestie <3)

the end, thanks a lot for reading!

[strnilolover]

⌞ pinks and cherries ⌝

Warnings : None! Just fluff and some pet names (Baby, Sweetheart, Angel)

A/N : I’ve been watching Matt and Chris stream too much, so I figured I’d make something based off of playing Minecraft with Matt.

It always excited you whenever Matt and Chris would play games with one another on stream for their fans. Getting to sit next to them or on Matt’s lap while they played because you just loved watching.

Though you had expressed to Matt many times about wanting to play Minecraft with him, seeing all the different biomes and mods that could be added while playing on a pc. Especially the cherry blossom biome which sparked your interest quickly when you saw how pretty it was. But, you didn’t have a pc of your own to play on, which resulted in watching games rather than playing them.

That had led to this moment now, Matt covering your eyes while he led you into his bed room quickly. His soft laughs filling your ears.

“Matt, what is this all about?” You questioned softly, your own giggles slipping out at the anticipation of what he was guiding you to.

He shushed you, feet shuffling as he moved himself in front of you. “You’ll see sweetheart, just hold on.” He said, fumbling with his bedroom handle while his other hand still covered your eyes, pushing the door open.

You sighed playfully, letting him guide you through the door, closing it with a soft click. “Did you do something? Please don’t let it be something silly.” You stated, the smile growing more across your features.

He silently shook his head, even if you couldn’t see it. “No, no just,” he mumbled removing his hand from your eyes, “open your eyes.” He whispered.

Your eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times from the lack of light. Once they adjusted, your mouth opened agape. There in front of you next to Matt’s desk, was a whole other pc set up, soft white and pink contrasting his black and grey.

You spun to him, eyes practically bulging out of your head. “Wha- Matt you didn’t!” You squealed, body barreling into his as your arms wrapped around his middle.

He smiled down at you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he wrapped his arms around you in return. “You’ve been talking so much about wanting to play games with me,” he muttered against your head, “so I wanted to do somethin’ special for my girl.”

You pulled away, the smile still gracing your lips as you turned back around to the pc. Pulling the chair out, you sit down, looking back at Matt. “Can we — can we play Minecraft now?..” your voice dripping with sweetness. He couldn’t say no to you.

-

The game session was well into an hour or more, Matt sitting right next to you at his own desk. You had bought - Matt had bought - some skins to use, wanting your character to look cute. Already having slipping into the rolls of who was going to be doing what so naturally.

Matt did the mining, while protecting you from any of the mobs that were trying to attack you. And you did the building, while making sure you had animals and a farm.

Though you were a little bummed, not having found a cherry blossom biome yet like you had hoped for. Matt took notice to it, “baby, why don’t we go on an adventure, yeah?” He questioned, his head turning to you.

You nodded, smiling at him as you gathered necessary things in the game before setting off. Matt took the lead, making sure you were safe and exploring different areas you hadn’t been to before. As you guys were walking through a birch forest, something pink caught your attention out of the corner of your eye. And you had never turned faster in any game in your life, sprinting toward it.

“Matt! Baby — look I found a cherry blossom biome!” You squealed, eyes frantically darting around the screen as you got closer to the trees. It was even better looking while playing than the pictures, you were absolutely mesmerized.

Once you entered the biome, Matt right on your tail, you stopped. Spinning around to take in the surroundings. “I told you, you would find one angel.” Matt said from next to you, his hand reaching over to rest on your thigh.

You smiled more, moving your character to break the flowers on the floor, then moving to chop some of the trees. Making sure to collect all the saplings that fell to take back home. Once you felt satisfied enough, you and Matt ventured back. Taking the saplings you collected and planting them around your home, making your own cherry blossom grove.

You couldn’t have asked for a better present, turning to Matt in your chair, you leaned toward him. Your hands reaching out to grab his face, turning it to you and pressing your lips to his. Pulling away you looked at him, “thank you baby — I couldn’t have asked for anything better.” You whispered, smiling.

He grinned back, “only the best for my angel, yeah?” He whispered back, taking your face into his hands and kissing you once more.

[hoodyknight]

Did a quick drawing of X exploring the new biome.

So I don’t know why, but when I saw his desaturated skin from one of his latest Minecraft update videos, he looked somehow bulkier to me? 

My headcanon is that he had to put on special gear to protect himself from the “spores” of the pale garden and the creaking. 

Maybe if you are exposed for too long to the pale moss' spores you start you slowly get covered by bark and grow roots until you turn into a pale oak tree with a creaking heart in it? And the creakings manifestations of all the people who got turned into trees?

screen from the video

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[saiintvalentiine]

Summary: In the aftermath of the 100 days in the End Barrens, Wato can't help but want Wifies's company. It's a double edged sword.

Notes: spoilers for wato's 100 days in the hardest minecraft biome!!!!!!! anyway. huh. wuh. i feel like i wrote this possessed. this is a rough and quick fic, using my partial voidwalker clonefies headcanon bc uhhhhh teehee it'd be funny???? definitely not a perfect work and i didnt explore everything id have liked to but i think it's fun. enjoy! divider

Wordcount: 3,165

Wato doesn’t usually spend all their time with others. Not that they’re antisocial, just that escape room planning and building can become an all encompassing set of tasks that pull them away from talking to people. It's involving, fulfilling, and sometimes a quiet, singular endeavor.

But Wifies is here.

He's been here all day, even, filling up Wato’s space, though he does so quietly. He sits across from them on the other side of their desk, writing notes over the plan for one of the rooms Wato is working on. He breathes evenly, though his breath hitches with frustration when things don't add up on paper, and he writes with an easy rhythm that Wato can just about tune out when they focus. He's wearing a black and white sweater, and his headband glints silver in the light, and he's real, and he's here, and he's been here all day because Wato asked, and he's never said no to them.

Wifies glances up. His eyes are a deep, dark violet that makes Wato's skin crawl. Their ears pin back before flicking back into place. He looks back down to his blueprints without comment.

He's so good to them. Wato knows that they've been staring a lot. Wifies takes it in stride, had laughed awkwardly at first before accepting that this was just how Wato was today.

“Is it turning out well?” Wato asks. The silence is getting to them.

“It is, just a couple things that I wish would work better,” he says with a sigh, tapping his pencil on the page. “Like here. I know that it's impossible, but I wish there was a way to guarantee a player left their wool behind, because carpets would be basically an ace for the next room. They'd barely have to puzzle solve if they have carpet.”

Wifies's voice has a kind of consistency that unnerved Wato once upon a time. It reminded them too much of the factory for a while. Now, it's the most comforting thing in the world, the perceived consistency actually crackling with emotion and variance, always soothing and never raised. Wifies is talking and Wato is listening. It's good.

“— and that's all I can think of doing right now, but adding a skulk sensor is kinda a whole different can of worms isn't it?”

Wifies rests his head on his fist, looking at his blueprints like they personally offended him.

“Maybe it's time for a break then. Tea?”

Wifies perks up and Wato laughs. Wato likes tea fine, though they really drink more coffee than anything, but they keep some of the good stuff around just for Wifies. They make their way out of Wato's office and Wifies is behind and his footsteps are muffled, despite Wato’s exceptional hearing. Wato keeps looking over their shoulder at him. He's there, of course, slightly shorter than Wato and not nearly as sleep deprived.

“Hi,” Wifies says as he catches Wato's eye, a little awkward, mostly sincere.

“Hi,” Wato says back. “I have a new tin of rosehip tea.”

Wifies makes a pleased sound, happy and high, though high for him is still pretty low. He loves his teas. Wato doesn't get rosehip, the flavor a bit bland and unlikable to them, but Wifies likes it well enough.

“Rosehip with jasmine is good, they give each other extra flavor and body,” Wifies says, reading Wato's mind as usual.

The kitchen is a small, tight, highly decorated space. Wifies navigates it effortlessly, just as easily as Wato can navigate his kitchen. They're intertwined like that. Easily, effortlessly. Wato measures out coffee grounds, sets his coffee machine up, loses track of Wifies in the noise of the kitchen.

“Wato, can you—”

Darkness, violet, the staticky scent of void and its magicks— Wato jumps, knocking over the sugar container in one fell swoop.

“Fuck,” they say eloquently.

“Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you, let me help.”

Wifies cleans up the sugar on the counter, rights the container, and refills it, all while Wato breathes through their initial panic. It was just— they know, they know they're home, they know the End Barrens are long gone, server deleted off the face of the universe, but for a moment, Wifies was just—

“Sorry,” Wifies says again quietly. “I noticed you were jumpy, I should've been more careful not to scare you.”

“No, it's— you're fine. It's fine.”

Wato shakes it off, or at least tries to. Wifies is looking at them the way he always does when he isn't sure what he's done wrong but knows for a fact something’s gone awry. He's surprisingly expressive when he wants to be, eyes round and warm and violet. God. Wato suppresses a flinch, tail lowering.

“Sorry,” Wifies says again.

Wato feels bad. They pat the top of Wifies's head (touch is like an ache, in a way, it's been so long since they've really been skin to skin with anyone, but Wifies's hand touched theirs as they exchanged blueprints and it almost hurt, so deprived of it that it's presence becomes painful) and revel in the springiness of his curls.

“I didn't mean to react so harshly, sorry.”

They finish making their tea and coffee in a spiderweb of thin silence. Wifies stays in their line of sight, leading on the trip back to the office and holding the door open. Wato appreciates it. They work until the sun sets and the daylight sensors activate the redstone lamps in Wato's ceiling.

“I should get going,” Wifies says, which Wato hates to hear. “I need to edit some footage, see if I can get some work done. But, uh, I'll be back tomorrow?”

The way his voice lilts is soft, hesitant. Wato would prefer to not be away from him at all. How could they even explain it? Hey, I was so lonely I imagined you, and now I can't stop myself from wanting your presence to know that you're real and I'm free. And also I missed you. Also your voidwalker traits set me off. Wato hasn't even told him anything about the challenge! Wifies didn't ask. Wato had messaged him, please help me with blueprints?, and Wifies had come with a single minded determination to do so.

Wato thinks maybe that's why it was Wifies and not anyone else. Wifies is kind, thoughtful, always holding his hand out for someone to take. He helps. Even back in the factory, the little Wato remembers of it, the clones were meek things that always wanted to know what Wato was doing, if they could help. Wato could never respond, the mask uninterested in such mindless puppets, but they remember the feeling of it.

It always felt good. Felt like being seen.

“Uh, sure, yeah,” Wato drums their fingers on the desk. “Yeah, bright and early. Or whenever you can I guess. I would— I'd really appreciate it.”

“Of course. Bright and early.”

Wifies smiles. He still leaves, and it still sets Wato’s stomach rolling, but Wato spent most of a hundred days alone, and one more day won't kill them. It won't. The isolation had tried and failed.

At least they can sleep here. Their petal pink bed has never been so enticing a sight. They keep the lights on in their room these days, daylight sensors connected to every room through newly opened redstone channels in the roof and walls. The dark is— it's not good, uncomfortable, they don't want to say the word that comes to mind at first.

Wato pops blocks into a jukebox. It's the longest disc they have and it fills the room with whimsy as they lay in bed and try to sleep. It's kind of hard, sleeping with noise and light, but it's more comforting than it is difficult.

They don't dream.

Wato couldn't be any more grateful for that as dawn cracks the sky open and the redstone lamps shut off. They’re sure that the morning will pass like a blur until Wifies arrives, routine deeper than bone taking over, but there’s a knock at the door as they’re eating. When Wato opens it, it’s Wifies. The morning light makes him golden, but only just; he’s so pale and dark that gold doesn’t work right on him.

“Bright and early,” Wifies says after a beat of silence.

“You took that so literally,” Wato says, opening the door wider and waving Wifies in.

Wifies walks in and he jingles. It’s the strangest thing. Wato looks down and sees a glint of silver on his boots. Wifies notices of course, and he kicks up a heel. Hanging off the loop at the back of his boot is a silver hoop decorated with a colorful feather charm that rattles against the hoop every time he moves.

“Parrot got them for me,” Wifies says, lifting up his pant leg so it’s more visible. “They come in pairs, but I took the other one off and put a different charm on it.”

He shows off the other boot, and Wato sees that the hoop has a black and white yin-yang charm instead.

“You’re so predictable,” Wato says with a snort, closing the door behind them.

“I like having a brand.”

“Yeah yeah, c’mon.”

The irregular weight of each charm makes them reasonably noisy as Wifies walks, makes it easy for Wato to keep track of him with a flicked ear, and they don’t want to ask why he’s suddenly started wearing them.

Their day goes the same as yesterday— time spent at Wato’s desk, scratching through blueprints and discussing different solutions. Soon it’d reach the point where they’d have to start building to fully work out any kinks and get it running.

“You think Ken is gonna break it?” Wifies asks at one point. He’s chewing on the end of his pen— his pen, because Wato banned him from using their pens after he popped one with his teeth a few months ago— and he’s not looking at Wato.

He knows he’s done something wrong. Or, he thinks he knows he’s done something wrong. He’s dodgy the way a dog might be, still committing the crime but looking preemptively apologetic about it.

“Ken. . . I’m not sure if I’m gonna ask Ken to do anything for a while,” Wato says carefully. It’s not like they want to string Wifies between them like a knot. “The 100 days. . . Ken left me alone before the first quarter was even done. So I’m not really in the mood to share with them right now.”

Wifies stops chewing on his pen long enough to say, “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Wifies doesn't continue to chew on his pen.

“So you finished 100 days by yourself?”

“I did.”

“Must’ve been hard.”

He means it too. He's not placating or trying to push the conversation, he means it, he knows what the End Barrens are like and he means it.

“It was.”

“Was there— like, what even spawned?”

“No structures or anything. Just. . . a lot of Endermen. Lots and lots of Endermen. Wandering traders, pillager patrols, that kind of thing. Um, underground there was some copper and iron too actually. They generated with blobs of granite and such.”

Wifies nods along, hums at the right times, but he's looking at the blueprints again and not at Wato.

“Must've been really, really hard. How'd you get to the Nether then?”

“Y'know how like— how wandering traders will turn invisible at night? And then in the morning they drink milk? I killed one just as they drank the milk and it dropped the bucket, and I used that to create a Nether portal. I had to haul lava over and over again to spawn, it was so tedious. And then the pillager patrols, the ominous banner they drop? I used that and some lava to light the portal.”

“And from there it was probably easier.”

Probably. The Nether had so many more resources to use. But the lava had been too lustrous and the days too long and Wato had stepped right off that cliff and ended it all.

“Yeah,” they say with a shrug. “Now I just kinda wanna focus on escape rooms again though. These are easy for me at least.”

“It's coming together real nice,” Wifies says. He's back to chewing on his pen.

“We can probably start building it tomorrow. I'm pretty sure we're almost done.”

There's a cracking noise and black ink splatters all over Wifies's mouth and clothes. He curses, and Wato scrambles for some tissues, the acrid scent of ink filling the air. They hand the tissues over, and Wifies presses them to his mouth. Wato finds a trash can and comes around to dump the popped pen into it. Thankfully, the now ruined blueprint Wifies was working on is one Wato has duplicates of, so they dump it out too.

Wifies keeps the tissues to his mouth though, and Wato gets concerned.

“Let me see,” Wato insists, placing the trash can down and turning Wifies's chair so they're facing each other.

Wifies glances up, his eyes are so violet, and then back down. The black ink stains right through the tissues, looks bloody despite the fact it's too dark to be blood.

Endermen don't bleed. Wato hadn't really realized it before the 100 days began, but Endermen don't bleed. They collapse into a dry pile of crackling scales and bones and eyes before poofing out of existence. Despite that, enderpearls are always a little slick with something like blood when first picked up; it's thin, periwinkle, and so quick to evaporate that you almost never get to feel it once you pick the pearl up. Wato had plenty of time to get acquainted with it, though.

“ ‘s okay,” Wifies struggles to talk, clearly holding his mouth open under the tissues so as to not swallow ink. “I just gotta clean up.”

Wifies stands up in a single jagged jerk, and Wato has to scramble back to not get hit by him. He leaves so quickly that Wato is shocked.

“Did you get hurt?” Wato calls out after him, shuffling to the doorway to peer down the hall where Wifies presumably ran off to the bathroom.

Wato waits and waits, but Wifies doesn't respond. Maybe he's just embarrassed? Wato hesitates for a moment longer before making their way to the bathroom. The door is shut. They knock.

“Wifies?”

“I'm good!” Wifies calls out, opening the door and peeking around it. “I'm okay, sorry for scaring you. The— I think a piece of the plastic split my lip, but it's all healed now.”

He's managed to get the ink off his face, and there are wet spots on his gray sweatshirt where the ink has stained it. There's a smudge of wine colored blood left on his upper lip though. It has a blue undertone, much cooler looking than Wato's own. Another reminder of the fact Wifies was made with void.

“Looks like you missed a spot,” Wato says, and Wifies turns back to wash his mouth again.

Does the water sting? Not everything from the End is allergic to water, and Wifies isn't explicitly spliced together with Enderman genetics. The cloning process was a mix of different things— technology, genetics, magic, there was even skulk involved at one point. Each clone was, ironically, unique in how it was made, no formula working the same twice in a row. This Wifies smells like void and the pseudo-citrus of chorus fruit, sees better in the dark, breathes out plumes of frozen breath when he's upset and can't always keep eye contact when angry.

Why did Wato cling to him so strongly?

Wifies turns around again, wiping at his mouth. They lock eyes and Wifies looks away. 

“Did I get it?”

“Why won't you look at me?”

Wifies startles, eyes wide as he forces himself to stare at Wato.

“What?”

“You’re avoiding looking at me. Why?”

“I'm not.”

“I'm not— you are, Wifies.”

“I,” Wifies looks away again. “You look. . . unhappy when I look at you. So I don't want to.”

It's easy to cling to Wifies. Gentle voiced Wifies who wants to be liked more than anything, facing Wato’s unconscious ire and not saying a word. Of course it had to be Wifies, because who else would put up with any of Wato's unsure madness? Who else would avoid Wato's gaze and put— put what are basically catbells on their boots just because Wato’s scared?

And that's the word, isn't it? Scared. Wato's scared. Now that it's over, now that the walls of their prison have fallen, they're scared of going back, of being alone, of fucking Endermen ruining their shit.

But really, they're not scared of Wifies. Hugging him is easy. 

“I'm sorry,” Wato says.

Wifies clams up. He barely hugs back. Contact burns, touch feels heavy, foreign, an unknown country that Wato only remembers as a blur.

“It's okay.”

“When I was almost done with the challenge, I imagined you being there,” Wato confesses. Wifies makes a strange, clicky noise. “I showed you around the world, and you listened to me, and told me little facts, and asked me questions. I was so alone, and I had to imagine you there. I've never wanted anything more than to just see you again.”

Wifies holds onto them in earnest now, tight and warm. There's nothing truly void-cold about him; he may run cool, but it’s nothing Wato can't help with.

“I missed you. The Endermen couldn't even compare.”

“But I remind you of them,” Wifies murmurs. “Not forever, but for now, I remind you of them.”

Wato imagines Wifies pulling away. They imagine him insisting that he doesn’t want to startle Wato so much, that maybe he should leave. Wato shudders at the thought.

“Please don't leave,” Wato's voice cracks, and now Wifies is holding them as they slump further into his body. It’s such a selfish request, and they know Wifies won’t say no, but they can’t stop themself from asking anyway. “Please. I'm sorry, I know I can't be pleasant to be around right now, but please don't leave me again.”

“I won't,” Wifies says. “I won't, you don't have to be alone.”

They don't want to cry. It would be— they didn't cry in those 100 days, even when they thought there was nothing left to give but tears. But Wifies is real, and here, and he's holding them so tightly that he has to be real, and for the first time since Wato got out of that wretched, rotting house of a world, they weep openly into a shoulder that won't leave.

Wifies doesn't say much. He's not the best with these kinds of strong emotions. But he hugs Wato, and hums a tune into their ear, and lets them ruin his sweatshirt even more, and it's more than Wato has had in over a hundred days.

Wato let's themself have this. Have Wifies. It feels good to have someone stay.

[pawl3ss]

I came here to be a hater and hate on the minecraft movie trailer.

Get ready because this is probably the longest and the most autistic post ive made so far

I wont talk about the weird cgi and how unprofessional it looks but about how inaccurate the trailer is because it pisses me off and I have to be a nerd about it <3

ALSO IM NOT SURE IF TUMBLR WILL LET ME POST ALL OF THIS IN ONE POST so if it doesnt ill reblog with the rest <:3

first of all, those are NOT minecraft mountains.

Yes such seeds exist and you can find smt like that super easily in the game but it does NOT look so blocky

It should be a bit more smooth like here ⬆️

Next, what the fuck happened to the flowers.

Alot of the plants, trees, etc look like a disrespectful rip off of minecraft

Talking about plants, the trees are a big wtf

On the first pic you can see the log is SO THIN. LIKE THINNER THAN A TOOTHPICK. In the second you can see it is thicker, but because the block that fell out is so Itty bitty, you have to make the tree thinner.

The tree is as wide as the players, and when the block falls out its bigger than whatever the fuck this is. Yes I understand they have to carry the blocks and they can't make it too big, but you know what's a good solution? - make the blocks bigger when they fall out, but make them shrink when they get close/get put into a chest or inventory. SO EASY

Also I know you can find pink sheep naturally in the game, but oh come on.

You want to show how sPeCiAl the characters are and that they're sOoOoOo special they found a pink sheep on their spawn but oh my God you could have just let it be a normal sheep.

We stay with animals, and WHAT HAPPENED TO THE POOR WOLF. THE SNATCHED WAIST???? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM ☹️

and why is the creeper so, fluffy. Creepers are NOT made out of fur they are made of what alot of minecraft players suspect rotten skin like zombies or a skin-alike material, but it is NOT fur.

Also, *wrong buzzer sound* llamas don’t just spawn naturally. Unless theres a wandering trader (or however theyre called in english) they aren’t able to spawn just like that. They also usually have the carpet on their back.

EDIT: TURNS OUT THEY DO SPAWN NATURALLY IN MOUNTAIN BIOMES. still the Llama being here looks like they just put her there to try and "be funny" ykwim?

I also wanted to also say, this one character I feel that they're gonna be the most stereotypical, annoying one out of the whole movie and my ears hurt just looking at them

I wanted to say that the portal shouldn't be blue but like. Only the nether portal is purple, it's unknown how other portals look so... yeah

But still wtf is this cube??? What's the fuck are you holding young man???

Also, talking about mobs, piglins dont look like that, they dont have red light in their eyes, they dont have those drum-things because THEY DONT EVEN EXIST IN MINECRAFT which i will get to latur. They aren’t able to build like that, they aren’t able to get wood for trapdoors and for the fences and iron for the chains. Also they do not even know how to craft, they probably domt even know what a crafting table is. And ghasts also aren’t able to be in the overworld. I understand that theyre invading the land ans taking over but still Like Cmon >:(

I also wanted to say that this is not how nether looks but like. It does a bit, like where the piglins usually spawn ykwim? so ill give them that, the nether looks alr

Anyway TALKING ABOUT THINGS THAT DONT EXIST IN MINECRAFT: whatever this is, it isnt craftable in minecraft, unless there are mods installed. But the „mods” excuse can be used for everything in this post. It was the first thing i saw that pissed me off so badly that i had to make this post because like JUST USE ALL THE STUFF THAT THE ORIGINAL FRANCHISE HAS TO OFFER! NORMAL BUCKETS WOULD PROBABLY WORK JUST FINE!

Last but not least, if you think those two are the same character ive got some bad news for you buddy.

At least dye his beard brown. At least get the colours right. Please.

I think i mentioned everything i wanted. Lets hope the movie will get fixed or will turn out to be at least a bit better.

Thank you for letting me get nerdy about it <3

[the-named-anon]

Dungeon meshi x Minecraft thoughts

(Assuming it’s a modern au and everyone knows how to use a computer…)

Laios

Laios would get the achievement for eating everything edible without even trying. Loves exploring caves, but often falls to his death because he forgets there’s fall damage.

Is trying to speedrun to the dragon, but dies so often it’s pointless… (dude. You’ve lost so much diamond armor Chilchuck isn’t going to give you any.)

He lives in a dirt hut until Marcille or Falin build him a better one

Wants everyone to live nearby, and eventually everyone does

Had a self-made skin, but it looked horrible so Falin made him one

HOARD of dogs. Used to be individually named, but then after the fourth (Name) fell to their death/burned in lava/shot by skeleton, he collectively calls them buddy

Tried to have hardcore worlds, died within the first hour on each.

Is part of a separate server with loads and loads of monster mods (run by someone called LordOfTheDungeon, who made most of the mods)

Gamer tag is xXMonsterSlayerXx

Falin

Is the dragon /j

Master of potion creation, figures them all out very easily.

Lives in a pretty build that her and Marcille built. (And they were roommates 😳)

Is the supplier of ores for the group, is decked out in pretty trimmed diamond armor (enchants courtesy of Chilchuck)

Practically made all the skins that the party uses, based on how they actually look

Has a big farm of animals (is trying to get two of each passive mob in there… tropical fish are the only thing she’s missing, and she has a in-game book to keep track of which ones she has)

Yes, she does have a strider, skeleton horse, and a sniffer.

Has named all her animals, and has a strict “no weapons on the hotbar” when people visit.

Has a separate hardcore world that she’s sunk hours into.

And is part of two other servers, a cosy animal filled cottage core server and another one she won’t tell anyone about

Gamer tag is FlowerFalin

Marcille

Tried desperately to learn potions, but also doesn’t want to step on Falin’s toes…

Is the builder of the group, grows the biggest trees she can. Master of bonemeal.

Went out of her way to grab two mooshrooms for Falin (one red, one brown) under the guise of “I needed mycelium anyways”

Wants to get all of the achievements, but also refuses to eat rotten flesh or poisonous potatoes

Named her sword “Ambrosia two” (and then “Ambrosia 3”, “Ambrosia 4”… she doesn’t loose/break Ambrosia four)

Uses potion tipped arrows. (Realized too late that she probably should’ve named her bow Ambrosia, since its usage with the potion tipped arrows is more similar to her real Ambrosia.)

Falin made her skin based on Uriale

Also plays on a server that has a mod for The Daltian Clan

Gamer tag is UrialeOfDaltian

Chilchuck

Under his quaint little house is a MASSIVE villager trading hall. Has every trade imaginable, at the lowest cost it can be. Lets “no one” in there (Laios has a bad habit of accidentally hitting villagers… and was banned before it was made)

Has the best enchants, and actually successfully speedran to the dragon. (First to have an elytra, and HOARDS shulker boxes. Wants the other party members to pay him for them.)

Has lots of beacons, and has unlocked all the end teleporters… (wither sounds are common on the server)

Most skilled at the game (dad of three girls… what did you expect? (Gamer girl-dad))

His girls made him his skin. (Big anime eyes, but everything else is akin to him) ((begrudgingly uses it))

Has a separate server with his girls, that they modded (custom biomes, more enchant options, fun tools and weapons)

Gamer tag is ChillsChuck

Senshi

Makes food. Only wants to make food… big farm of meat animals, and actual crops.

Is disappointed that there isn’t more monster-based food in the game. (What do you mean you can’t eat enderpearls? Why don’t more mobs drop meat?)

Ate rotten flesh once, and then decided against it. (It’s too bad you can’t use it to make food. This game is seriously lacking culinary options.)

Prefers to play modded, with loads and loads of food options. (The party server is straight vanilla, so he’s part of another one where he’s more active on… modded with food.)

Is confused why they’d think he’d be interested in mining… he makes food irl?? (Can’t differentiate any stones. Even though they’re different colors)

House was made by Marcille, skin by Fallin. (Previously default Steve skin)

Has a horse named Anne (really crappy… like, he tamed the first horse that looked like her so it’s only slightly faster than running and can barely clear a two block jump)

Gamer tag is ChefSenshi402

Izutsumi

Falin made her skin a cat girl (previously one of the default skins (can’t remember any of the other ones, but not Alex or Steve))

Doesn’t really understand Minecraft, or why people want to play it.

Has a hoard of cats, but only the tuxedo ones. (Because they look like her)

Master of the horse-stats trade, and has had luck with llamas.

(Sorry… I don’t have many ideas for her because I’m not at the part of the show where she’s at)

Gamer tag is Izutsumi1 (Izutsumi was taken for some reason)

Bonus:

Thistle

Moderator and owner of the monster-filled server.

Made 90% of the mods in the server, the only mods he didn’t make are the mods he uses to have his mods to work (like geckolib)

Has two accounts, LordOfTheDungeon, and ThistleThorn

Uses LordOfTheDungeon as his moderator one, and ThistleThorn is for the cosy cottagecore server he’s in.

Had a raffle for the players with the longest time in-server to come up with a monster for him to implement

Laios won, and it’s taken Thistle a while to make his “Ultimate Strongest Monster.” (Multiple heads and attacks are time consuming.)

Falin is also a moderator on his server, with a fake gamer tag of “Chimera” (Laios doesn’t know that, but she thinks it’s fun to watch the custom mobs roam around.) Has a custom game mode where the monsters don’t attack her, so she can make a little sanctuary for her favorites. (Also uses a different skin for the server, per the request of Thistle)

There’s an unknown person who’s a moderator that’s skin is lion-like, who’s gamer tag is “BeastWishes”

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taps the mic. hi everyone ive noticed that when making hybrid mc characters (both mycts and ocs) people tend to gravitate towards a handful of mobs to make hybrids of. But minecraft has many wonderful mobs that are woefully untapped for hybrid character material. below i have written a list for your perusal and enjoyment of mob hybrid concepts that arent the standard, in case anyone wants to make a character a lil different :)

Sniffer hybrid: centaur-type due to the 6 limbs. Tends to grow large. Big floppy ears, lots of fuzz and body hair, naturally brightly coloured hair (red/teal/yellow). Eyesight is poor so usually wears glasses but olfactory senses are very strong, which makes them excellent cooks. Generally gregarious and laid back. Possesses a natural affinity for gardening and landscaping.

Silverfish hybrid: small, reclusive, tends to burrow and build nests. Big segmented eyes. Covered in spines, particularly on the head, the face, the back, and the tail - these lay mostly flat against the body when neutral but are raised and flared when agitated or for expression during communication. Strongly prefers being underground and doesn't like water. Coloring and patterning of hair, skin and spines matches the type of stone most commonly found in their home biome - regular stone, deepslate, diorite, granite, tuff, andesite, basalt, calcite and dripstone silverfish hybrid communities all exist and have their own unique cultures. Masterful stomemasons who possess a natural affinity for finding ores.

Polarbear hybrid: large and very strong. Tend to be solitary but are fiercly loyal to their loved ones. Tall and broad, with black sclera, white shaggy hair/fur and carnivore teeth. Very adept in water as well as on land, and doesn't struggle to travel across ice like most other players. Very resistant to cold but weak to heat, they avoid warm biomes as much as possible. Hates the Nether. Tend to be nomadic, traveling from snowy biome to snowy biome, but will settle down under the right circumstances. Extremely proficient sailors, fishermen and survivalist experts. Often live on singleplayer servers but will move to community servers at times.

Ravager hybrid: large centaur-type. Prefers to live with several family or family-like groups in fortified towns, but not resistant to living in mixed hybrid communities in the right server. Very territorial and often short tempered, but loyal to a fault once you earn it. Has long upright horns and prominent lower canines/tusks as adults, while children have horn buds and no tusks. Very expressive in both voice and body language when communicating. Excellent endurance travelers, hunters and warriors. Not to be confused with goat hybrids (they're much larger). Extremely accomplished brewers, and notorious for their raucous parties.

Armadillo hybrid: small. Has large expressive ears, long claws on both hands and feet, and a short tail. Their forehead, cheeks, back, chest, forearms and shins have keratin armor plating, which they like to paint on and decorate. Thrives in the hot biomes, generally enjoys the Nether (will sometimes live in or around a server's Hub if the overworld spawn is too cold), dislikes the End. Small but resilient, though they tend to shy away from battle and danger. Excellent artisans, especially when it comes to ceramics and painting. Culturally consumes the giant overworld spiders and some societies will farm them on ranches.

Strider hybrid: slightly larger than average player sized. Covered in iridescent reddish scales that range from firetruck to a deep plum colour. Large, expressive eyes and a wide froglike mouth. "Whiskers" extending as fans from behind the ears, which are thin stiff feathers that detect moisture in the air. Water burns their skin like lava would to overworld mobs; conversely, lava is like water to them and they will build floating towns on Nether lavalakes. Rarely ventures out of the Nether and when they do they wear large protective enchanted hats, cloaks and boots to keep warmth in and rain out. Will not spend extended amounts of time in the Overworld unless in rainless biomes or underground - it's very rare for them to settle in the Overworld at all. Common tongue doesnt come naturally to them as their own language is a complex system of clicks and croaks, so many instead use sign language to communicate with Overworlders.

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honestly im still unsure how old she should be..... BUT! Listen. I get inspo of warden and ancient city, I think that she can be villager of one of ancient cities (If minecraft says that potions are magic, I think its more about alchemy) So... all of hunters have knowledge how to create alchemy arrows to use it on hunt...

Marin always travel in snowy biomes, mostly in taiga~ rarely show up not in this biomes. If she go to the village, she always hide her skin color to not scare villagers. mostly she travel for ingredients for alchemy, because not always she can find all that she need by herself

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THE DIMENSIONS AND THEIR RULING SPECIES

Get ready for an unnecessarily long lore dump about my Minecraft AU: CAELORIA, THE LAST ISLANDERS.

Before we begin however, I'd like to give credit to the person who inspired this tweet + the layout of this post in general! @oldmagerambles! Go check out their stuff for some more cool Minecraft world building stuff! :]

Now, let us begin...

THE FIRST REALM: OLYTHOS (The Overworld)

(Pronounced "Oh-LITH-ohs")

A vibrant, earth-like realm of large grasslands, scattered islands, and hidden gemstone veins buried underneath the surface. Olythos is the world of creation, full of life and endless possibility, a monument to creation and creativity themselves. It was once a paradise, but its people’s greed led to war and destruction, and by modern day (Classic MC) the world is no longer the lush paradise it once was, now divided into scattered biomes and islands.

By the time of Minecraft Legends: three main species had overtaken Olythos.

SPECIES ONE: THE AEDARI (The Builders)

(Pronounced "Ah-DA-ri")

These were the pioneering artisans who shaped the very world into what it is today. The Aedari were once the dominant race of the world, their mastery over magic and creation making them unrivaled. Their downfall came from their own hubris, overharvesting the land of its resources and angering the primordial forces. Banished to the Isles of Nysithea, they now exist as the mutated Abysswalkers.

Before their unwilling exile to The Isles of Nysithea, they had split into three great nations:

The Xilathari also known as the Vinebound.

A jungle-dwelling people who built hidden temples and hunted massive beasts such as The Great Sniffer. Inspired by the vine-entwined jungles and the militant, temple-building cultures of ancient Mesoamerica and Africa.

The Khetraim, also known as the Sunforged.

Desert dwellers who sought the secrets of life and death itself, worshipping the celestial Hosts of Foresight, Action and Knowledge. Their massive pyramids still stand as evidence of their grand rituals. This subset is based on the cultures of ancient Egypt and the Middle East.

The Pelagonites, also known as the Deepwardens.

A once-great maritime people, their monuments and war fleets were drowned in the Maelstrom. Heavily inspired by Mediterranean culture.

SPECIES TWO: THE KHARI (The Villagers)

(Pronounced "KAH-ree")

A second subset of humanoid beings that seemingly sprouted after the builders did. They're a peaceful, agrarian people who learned to coexist with nature rather than dominate it. They are a settled society, unlike the Aedari, which were nomadic.

They're a tribe made up of a religious, vegetarian series of craftsmen, scholars, and hard workers who work together to keep the village stable. As mentioned previously, they learned to live alongside the land and not against it, and that's the reason why they're the largest surviving race as of modern day. Also, something happened genetically which led to all villagers (and subsequentially, Illagers), having distinct larger noses and unibrows, a trait not shared by builders.

These traits might have become adaptive, helping villagers detect hidden dangers or even suspicious activity in their environment. The builders, being nomadic and exposed to a wider genetic diversity, simply didn’t experience this same bottleneck, keeping their features more varied compared to Villagers.

SPECIES THREE: THE VOL'KAR (The Illagers)

(Pronounced "VOLL-kar")

The first and only evolutionary(?) subset of the Khari. They started off as weaker villagers, whose immune systems hadn't exactly adapted as well as other villagers, which meant that when builders arrived, all their viruses came with, which led to illagers gaining slightly greyer skin.

Eventually, when the war against the Nehen’Vur's Boargrims rose up, they had learned how to be violent, fighting alongside the Aedari to protect their home realm from this invasive species. They now saw themselves as the priests of The Hosts, divine cleansers who were brought on this realm to purge the Olythos of all those unworthy and weak. This caused a sort of blood lust, and so, they begin tampering with violence, even following the path of the Aedari and experimenting with magic capable of controlling life and death, and they succeed, creating totems of undying! Their magical discoveries led to allyships between the Aedari and the Vol'kar in the construction of things like the Trial Chambers and Ancient Cities.

Eventually, this subset was kicked out of villages due to unspeakable activities featuring the use of Lapis Lazuli and the construction of Ravagers. These outcasts turned to war and dark magics, fully developing a taste for conquest.

Now that we've covered the three ruling species of Olythos, let's move on to our second dimension.

THE SECOND REALM: NEHEN'VUR (The Nether)

(Pronounced “Neh-HEN-vur”)

The polar opposite to the realm of Olythos. While Olythos is a land of vibrance and life, Nehen'vur is a dimension with no love, no joy, no creativity at all! The land is segmented into multiple floating islands and mountainous, desert-like landscapes separated by seas of boiling lava. However, the existence of Basalt Deltas implies that this place used to be hospitable, even frozen over! However, any remnant of that ice age is long gone by now. Only one civilization stands high and proud, ruling the Nether with an iron— or more fittingly— a golden fist.

SPECIES ONE: THE BOARGRIMS (The Piglins)

The Boargrims are a militaristic civilization that has not only survived but thrived within the blazing hellscape of Nehen’vur. Despite the brutal terrain, the choking heat, and the endless threats lurking within the infernal realm, the Boargrims created a semi-successful structured society. They are not mere brutes, they have warriors, miners, chiefs, butchers, and even musicians, having created the only known music in the Nehen’vur: Pigstep. However, this isn't how it always was.

The Ice Age of Nehen’vur predates its current infernal state by many years. This environment is where the Boargrims first came to be. Life was difficult, sure, but it was survivable. It was the Boargrims, in their relentless drive to dominate Nehen’vur, who changed everything. As their civilization advanced, they turned from mere warriors into an industrial powerhouse, forging machines of war, great bastions, and smelteries that churned out Netherite weapons and armor in unprecedented numbers. Their rise to power was accompanied by rapid expansion, massive blackstone factories, soul-fueled engines, and vast industrial zones scarred the landscape. But with progress came consequence. The very machines that propelled the Boargrims to dominance also choked the sky with smoke and fumes, flooding Nehen’vur with greenhouse gases. The glaciers that had once defined the realm began to crack and melt, and the permafrost that coated the ancient terrain turned to slush. Rivers of ice became floods of molten lava, entire ecosystems collapsed, and in mere generations, Nehen’vur was transformed into the blazing hellscape it is today.

The Boargrims had succeeded in reshaping their world, but at a terrible cost. The cooling balance that had once allowed them to expand vanished forever, leaving behind a land of eternal fire and suffocating heat. The industrial empire they built could no longer sustain them, and their ambition to rule pushed them toward their next goal: Olythos, the realm beyond.

But they were met with bitter resistance. The Aedari and Khari tribes united against them, casting them back into the fiery hellscape of Nehen’vur. With their attempt at spreading their empire failed, the Boargrims were forced to retreat to the ruins of their former empire, struggling to reclaim even a fraction of what they once held.

Their once-thriving empire now lies in ruin. The Boargrims were not always in this post-apocalyptic state. They were once the undisputed rulers of Nehen’vur, constructing blackstone fortresses, towering obsidian citadels, and weapons of pure Titanite, the strongest material known to boarkind. Unlike the Aedari and Khari, who relied on magic, the Boargrims mastered machines, steam-driven war engines, great smelteries, and monstrous siege weapons. But, now all of that is gone. The Titanite they once used is now scattered deep below ground, and in small Titanite scraps. Now, they only have the next best thing: Gold. Gold holds an almost sacred value among them, not just as a resource but as a symbol of status, wealth, and survival. Their entire trade economy revolves around it, and they adorn themselves with golden armor and ornaments, marking their hierarchy and distinguishing themselves from the mindless Goretusks (Hoglins), feral beasts that share their brutish ancestry but none of their intellect, behaving like wild animals.

Their society has definitely fallen from its glory days, even if they're still surviving and thriving within Nehen'vur. However, they're not the only society to fall from grace...

THE THIRD REALM: NYSITHEA (The End)

(Pronounced "Nih-SITH-ee-uh")

Once proud architects of Olythos, the Aedari fell to their own hubris, unleashing an ancient horror that shattered their world apart: The Wither. As punishment, they were exiled into Nysithea, an abyssal void painted with floating desaturated islands, the end of the line, where they were stripped of their humanity and reshaped by the realm’s natural magical telepathic and telportation properties.

The Aedari's obsession with escape led them to slaughter all but the final of the great dragons, harvesting their wings in a futile attempt to break free from Nysithea. This act of desecration sealed their fate, binding them eternally to the abyss and mutating them into the creatures that now haunt the void: The Abyssdwellers, also known as The Voidwalkers.

SPECIES ONE: THE ABYSSWALKERS (The Endermen)

The Abysswalkers are the only living remnants of the Aedari, their bodies elongated and warped by centuries of abyssal exposure. Silent and watchful, they retain some manner of their old intelligence, though it is now buried beneath eons of mutation, only able to communicate through warbled and distorted speech. They are obsessed with structure, instinctively rearranging blocks in a futile attempt to reconstruct the homes they lost. They have the ability to warp across landscapes and dimensions, constantly teleporting in a final near futile attempt to return home. Some manage to teleport back to Olythos successfully, but unfortunately, most are left to wander the vast desaturated isles of Nysithea until the day they die.

SPECIES TWO: THE UMBRITHALLS (The Enderlings)

The broken, malformed children of the Abysswalkers, mutated further into monstrous shapes. Their minds have fully succumbed to the abyss of Nysithea, driven by nothing but hunger and rage. Unlike the Voiddwellers, the Umbrithralls are purely predatory, their forms grotesque and unstable. They have multiple variants, such as: The Veylkin, The Thrynnkin, and The Nyzokin (The Watchlings, The Blastlings, and The Snarelings from Dungeons). These beings infest the ruins of the Shattered Bastion.

SPECIES THREE: THE DREADSENTINELS (The Endersents)

Carved from the bones of The Isles of Nysithea itself, the Dreadsentinels are eternal guardians, each charged with protecting a Severed Eye (Eye of Ender), a relic that could potentially re-open the gateways to Olythos. Unlike its lesser variants, the Dreadsentinels retain individuality, each bearing a name and a function within the abyss.

- Vorr’kaal : The Savage Eye

- Kyrox : The Ravenous Eye

- Xyrrith : The Blight Eye

- Tza’laar : The Reaping Eye

- Velmuth : The Binding Eye

- Druun : The Spiked Eye

Each Dreadsentinel is bound to their Severed Eye, and should all six be gathered, they hold the power to reopen the Rift of Olythos.

SPECIES FOUR: THE VOIDSPAWN (The Endermites)

The Voidspawn are more than mere pests, they are larval forms of Voiddwellers, a part of themselves released from shattered Void..pearl? (I still haven't come up with a satisfying name for them.) Each Voidspawn is an embryonic Abysswalker, a piece of an Enderman’s soul splintered into an insectile form. Over time, should they consume enough of the void’s essence, they undergo a metamorphosis, shedding their hard purple shells and growing into a full-fledged Voiddweller. This process is slow, but it is the key to the Abyssdwellers' asexual reproduction.

SPECIES FIVE... Kinda... : THE RESTLESS HEART (Heart of Ender)

The Orb of Dominance itself. Some say it is the abyss itself, an unfathomable intelligence that lurks beneath the fabric of reality. Others claim it is the very entity the Aedari sought to destroy in Olythos. Some call it god. Some call it power. And should the Severed Eyes ever be reunited, the Restless Heart will stir once more, its waking heralding the return of something far worse than exile... annihilation.

SPECIES FIVE (ACTUALLY THIS TIME:) THE FINAL ASCENDANT (The Ender Dragon, aka Jean)

Before the Aedari's exile, Nysithea was ruled by a pantheon of Ascendants, primordial dragons that flew in the dark night sky. The Aedari, in their arrogance, hunted them down, believing they could harvest their power to return home. With her kin slaughtered, the Last Ascendant sealed herself within the Abyssal Crucible (that weird bedrock portal in the End), a chamber deep within Nysithea where it lay in waiting, guarding the last gateway between realms. The Voiddwellers now seek to finish what they started (hence the achievement if you slaughter the dragon being "Free The End"), but the Last Ascendant will not fall so easily. Will the Last Islanders slaughter the last of these fabled dragons, or will they too succumb to the abyss? Only time will tell.