#minecraft g/t

[chaosduckies]

Me: Minecraft g/t

My mind: You’re gonna write it?

Me: …I’m gonna build it…

My mind: Wha… How?!!!

Me: …Just let me do this

There is no stopping me now. I found a mountain peak that’s absolutely perfect to build off of on my friends and I’s main server and decided I was going to build something g/t related.

You heard me.

I’m building it. And it’s no small mountain either. Here’s a picture to prove it:

Do I have a plan? Nope not at all. But it’s going to be g/t. Also I might be unintentionally giving our world lore, but that’s okay :D

I have so much Minecraft brainrot I am so sorry I haven’t been posting much g/t lately, but oh my gosh I saw that in our world and I could not pass up the opportunity to build a giant there. (So I technically haven’t not been posting about g/t…) This is for all the Minecraft and g/t lovers. Im doing this for you.

[kaiju-wolfdragon]

Here's Matilda the giant mooshroom calf

She's the only baby mooshroom with some disease to grew her size about giant dragon size, some players tried to kidnap her for an reward since he's the only rare moonshroom with the growth disease and most of her family are scared of her because of her but luckily some mooshroom calves and other normal calves enjoyed her size like a fun playmate while the other cows are trying to keep thier children away from her.

[random-tinies]

Happy Vore Day, everyone! :D I'm really proud of this, so I hope you like it too ^^

[caramel-mocha-latte]

G/t minecraft server concept

Origins mod (use the pack that has the giant origin along with extended origins to have inchlings. Bonus: allow people to use pehkui to change their size as they please. Maybe have a guide for it at spawn or something, or even buttons/custom commands to do it for them.)

You could even use some kind of role system to have giants, tinies, and size shifters and add access to commands based on that maybe or some system like that.

Gargantuan mod. It makes it so bigger players can pick up tiny players or mobs smaller than them by a certain size, however they have to be careful not to crush them (this can be done with sneaking, you don't damage things when you sneak)

Chisel and bits OR bits and chisel. They do the same things just function slightly differently. Tiny players can use it to build tiny homes. Giants I'm not sure if there's a helpful mod for giant builds yet...

Feel free to add your thoughts to this or any mods that would help the experience. I just think about how fun it would be a lot, I do not actually know how much of this would even work or how you'd be able to limit other origins and such.

(I've used Pehkui on it's own before, but it just was such a pain on it's own. Origins just makes it easy since inchling stats could just work for any tinies and are just overall fun af)

[hiya-im-mary]

HEYO G/T FANDOM HIIII!!!!! Just asking-

Does anyone have any g/t build ideas for Minecraft?? Spesifically for furniture (preferably minigiant sized furniture) but I’ll take anything!! :D

I’ve been getting really into Minecraft as of late!! So I wanted to put in some stuff related to it on my super flat world!! I’m making a room (maybe more rooms?) full of giant furniture and stuff!! But then again,I’ll take anything!!

[mouzeinsoup]

Does Collin have a favorite among Charlie’s plushies?

he says he doesnt have favourites ((lie))

this happens way too often

collin has tried to steal borrow the plush but it wouldnt fit in the walls 🥲

[mjlor-chan]

[terry-the-insane]

Ok I finished it now

You can craft growth and shrinkng potions in a brewing stand leather+thick potions and rabbit hide+mundane potions respectively

Drinking a size potion makes you bigger/smaller (obviously), the effects are technically permanent but can be reversed by drinking the opposite size potion. Beware that if you drink a shrinking potion at the smallest possible size then you will instantly die, the same applies to growth potions at maximum size.

Being tiny makes you weaker and smaller (duh) (0.1 scale), you have a single heart which is made even worse by the fact that you are now a tasty little snack to various predators that would otherwise leave you alone such as cats and foxes. On the upsides, you can survive off smaller quantities of food and can survive a fall from up to 20 blocks without getting injured, and can also ride on the shoulders of normal sized players.

Being giant makes you 2x scale and (duh) makes you faster and stronger (5 melee damage and 50 hearts. You also need to eat more and are more susceptible to fall damage, a even a small height can easily deal severe amounts of damage or even kill you. Normal sized players can also sit on your shoulder (tinies can too, but they end up clipping inside your arm instead).

Another important thing to remember is that you are huge and terrifying, many mobs will flee in your presence and villages might percieve you as a threat (iron golems can kill giants btw).

Edit: You need to have experimental mode enabled on your world or crafting recipes won't work.

[smallification]

hey g/t tumblr… i return with a fandom no one gaf about

[r0yshenanigans]

What if borrower Ivor

[chaosduckies]

Friends In Small Places (Chapter 1)

The size shifter story is finally here! This is more of a slightly sad piece, even though this first chapter isn’t really all that gloomy and monochrome, I actually have this entire plot line planned out and everything, and whew is the ending going to be something.

But I hope you enjoy! (this chapter is mainly just for introductions so I’m sorry if there really isn’t anything interesting TwT)

Word Count: 4.2k

CW: Depression, major anxiety, slight gore warning? (Though nothing actually happens)

1-Liam

Today the main hall was bustling with people crowding the board that had all of the activities and clubs posted on. Most of the time people didn’t care all too much about it, only the people who were actually in those clubs, but today was different for some reason. Fitting in between the seemingly hundreds of people, I saw what the commotion was all about. The psychology classes were all being called to a meeting at four. Which was when most classes ended, but still. It’s rare that this school ever calls meetings. It just so happens that I was taking psychology though. 

I sighed, moving back on the free sidewalk get to the library. A friend was waiting for me to help her study for a test she had in just a few hours. I thought I might as well help seeing that I’ve already taken the course. I used to think that college was extremely strict from how my old high school teachers described it, but in reality it’s not that hard when you just take the time to study and take a few practice tests the day before one. It was just two-and-a-half years before I major in psychology and become a therapist. Well, that was my dream anyways. In this world, it was a lot harder given that most therapists get assigned to a size shifter. That was something I didn’t want to do. Well, maybe if it was one who could only shrink, but that’s maybe it. It freaks me out knowing that there are some shifters who could be as tall as a small skyscraper, and some even bigger. A shiver ran down my spine even thinking about it. But that won’t happen. 

Among the few people sitting at the quiet tables lines with pencils, a few pieces of notebook paper, and a lamp that barely even worked, there was a girl waving her arms around aimlessly trying to gain my attention. I laughed softly before walking and sitting down next to her. It seemed she had been here for hours with how she kept her space. Papers spewed all across with scribbled down notes that was barely even legible, colored pens in a mixed mess with her other writing supplies. It made you wonder how she had even made it to college. 

“I see you’ve been hard at work, Rhya.” I set my slightly heavy bag down and started attempting to clean up the vast sums of paper all over the desk and try to keep her notes in order. 

“Yeah well, not everyone can be all neat and tidy as you are.” She lightly elbowed me before grabbing the stack of papers in my hand and shoving them in a folder. I guess she was going to re-do them after all. Either that or she didn’t need them. Despite this being primarily a nursing and health school, Rhya was in the art department. Of course she had to take the core classes along with her own elective, but she plans on becoming a graphic designer. 

“It’s not my fault I know how to study and you don’t.” I joked around, watching her pull out her computer and grab a few empty pages on notebook paper and her calculus book. 

“And it’s not my fault you don’t know how to have any fun.” She stuck her tongue out playfully before pulling up a practice test. 

“Hey I know how to have fun, just not when I know I have better things to worry about.” She solved the first problem right, pumping her fist up in the air as she wrote down the question and highlighted everything she needed to do. I’m also guessing she planned to study whatever notes she was making. 

“I guess you have a point. How’s that psychology major coming along?” She had asked, writing down the problem and attempting to solve it. I sighed, pointing to the number she was missing, “You square root that,” Rhya groaned, “It’s going good. We have some kind of weird meeting later today though.” 

“Oh? Do you know what about?” Rhya asked, but I could tell she was hiding something from me. She knew something. 

“No. Do you?” I skeptically looked at her, earning a side eye right back as she had paused her writing for a moment. 

“Would you believe me if I said no?” She grumbled, I shook my head, a slight smile forming on my face. She knew I would win this argument. 

“Okay well, this might not be true, but I heard that a few psychology students were chosen to have a training. Like, the real deal kind of thing. Size shifter and all. That the ones chosen were supposed to act like one of those special therapists.” My heart nearly skipped a beat at the news. Where did she even hear this from in the first place? There’s no way that’s even real. 

“You’re kidding, right?” I laughed nervously. Even if it was true, I doubt they’d choose a sophomore. I’ve only really had a few practices and I still have a couple more years until I become the real deal. 

“Would I lie to you?” She turned to me, a worried look on her face. Did she think I would have to go through with that? I sincerely doubt it. There was no way they’d put me on whatever list they have going on. Maybe my upperclassman though. They could choose Chelsey, she was really good with everyone and a senior. They’d most likely choose her. Maybe even Ryan since he was really experienced. Actually, he was a size shifter himself, but he’s so good at controlling his emotions that he doesn’t even need to worry about accidentally shooting up a couple feet. 

“Ah, it doesn’t matter. I doubt they choose someone with barely any experience. Don't’ worry about it.” I smiled, pointing back to Rhya’s computer to tell her that she needed to get to studying and stop worrying about me. Seriously, she really needed to study otherwise she was going to fail. I can almost guarantee that she’ll be crying to me later when she fails her test. Not my fault she doesn’t study. 

——————

The gym was a large space, but our entire class only took up one tiny portion of the bleacher space as our instructor and several other people dressed up in fancy suits were talking on the ground. I sat next to Ryan, who was playing with the green-colored band on his wrist, showing that he was in one of the five classes of size shifters. Purple represented that they could shrink down to an inch or maybe even smaller if their emotions had the better of them. Blue represented that they could shrink too, but not as much as the one’s with a purple wrist. Green represented that they could both shrink and grow, but only to a certain height. Yellow meant that the shifter could grow to be the size of about a small building, or maybe even a little more depending on how they’re feeling. Red was by far the worst one. To me at least. The shifter’s with a red band can grow to heights you could only dream of. Which was why all shifters with a red band were all forced to be with a specialized therapist for only them. Because if they lose control of their emotions, it could end pretty badly.  

“I’m glad you all saw the announcement on the board. I’m a little surprised really.” Mr. Smith shoved his hands in his front pant pockets, taking a look at all of us before his eyes laid on me, smiling warmly. Why? Something was up. 

“These two gentlemen here are the head of the SSU. Also known as the company that helps size shifters in need. Recently, there has been a shortage of individuals that are willing to work with shifters in helping them control themselves. These two are on the look for candidates-in-training to help fill those missing spots.” 

The two men in suits walked to the front, holding out a clipboard. Those had whoever was going to be picked for this. But why this school? There was another college not too far from here. They could choose from them. Unless they were, and the “tiny” shortage was actually a big one. Or… no. They wouldn’t do that, right? It’s the SSU, they’ve literally helped the world become safer for decades. They wouldn’t be doing an experiment, would they? 

“It’s wonderful to see all sixty-two of you young scholars gathered here today. As your professor already said, we are both from the head office at SSU looking for the best of the best to fill in those empty spots, regardless if you do or don’t have any experience.” That last part made a shiver run down my spine. Ryan turned his head to me, patting me on the back. There was no way they’d choose a nobody like me. No way in hell. 

“This list contains twenty of you who will be taking part in this. You will be in charge of taking care of your designated partner until we can find a professional replacement suited well enough to take over. If I call your name, please stay behind after we dismiss everyone.” The tall man smiled, looking down at the clipboard and calling several names. The anxiety pricked my skin like icicle shards, it had almost seemed like the man reading off names was speaking in slow motion. A few deep breaths, and it was back to normal. 

“Ryan Wright.” He smiled while earning several compliments and congratulations from his fellow classmates. 

“Chelsey Torres.” She giggled a few seats away from us. 

“And Liam Rover.” 

My muscles tensed up at the mention of my name. I couldn’t tell if my heart had stopped or if it was just beating horrifyingly fast. I could tell people were trying to praise me, but I couldn’t hear, their appraisal only reaching my ears in a muffled and slow manner. I managed the most sincere smile I could while trying to hide how much I was trembling. Maybe this would be okay? Maybe I’ll be lucky and not be paired up with a shifter who could potentially crush me between two if their fingers if they really wished to. Was the room cold or was it just me? 

“Everyone else may head to their dorms. Thank you for coming.” 

After everyone had filed out of the empty gym, the other shorter man dressed in an identical suit as the taller one started calling out our names all over again, handing them a red folder with presumedly the shifter we’ll be assigned. Was this how it was when you’re actually a professional? You just get assigned to one? You don’t get to know them or anything? 

Once I was handed my folder, I dreaded every single second of opening it. Please let it be easy, please let it be easy, please let it be eas-

Oh. 

It was only a picture of who we were partnered up with and anything that might be worth mentioning about them. Wow was I overreacting. Then again, that didn’t exactly smoothen out the anxiety that was still pricking at my skin. Though, this shifter didn’t seem so bad. If anything, he actually looked pretty nice. The only thing I had noticed was that he was diagnosed with depression. He kind of looked like it too if I were being honest. It seemed hard for him to smile for the picture. Why did I also get the hint that he wasn’t feeling very good either? I guess I’ll find out when we officially meet. 

“Inside you’ll find who your partner will be for the foreseeable future. You’ll still be coming to your classes, which was why we mainly wanted to stick with the upperclassmen, and afterward go back to where we are currently housing your designated shifter. You have three days to pack everything you need and want, and you’ll soon be living off campus. Just think of it was having a roommate that needs constant supervision.” 

Okay, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. I’m almost entirely confident that this shifter won’t really be a big deal. I mean, he looks about a year or two younger than me. So he just graduated high school? Agh, I have no idea. I’m just jumping to conclusions. But, hopefully they won’t make me handle anything crazy. That I can’t do. 

——————

They were driving me across the city to go meet up with the shifter I’ll be taking care of for however long. For all I know it could be a few days or weeks. I would think someone would want to step up for the job instead of letting students do this, but I guess not. Chelsey and Ryan have texted me a few times that they were getting settled in already while I was still heading over. It was already around thirty minutes just to get across the place, so that means I’ll have to take a bus almost everyday just to make it to my classes. That’s just great, but I’m in no position to complain. I actually tried talking with Professor Smith about it, but he told me that he had no say in the matter at all, which was weird. I doubt he would want his younger students to even take part in this. 

Along the streets were the many, many buildings that both accommodated for humans and their much larger or smaller companions. Although I’ve only ever been around Ryan about twice when he’s giant, it really wasn’t that bad. He can only grow till someone was like the height if his entire hand so it really wasn’t even that bad. Of course it’s still nerve-racking, but I trust him. Plus, we were at a small party with our little friend group. I doubt he could even bring himself to hurt someone. So really I wasn’t too worried. The only other shifter I’ve been around is an old high school friend of mine, but she goes to a different college now. 

Hundred of houses passed by us as we drove into a little neighborhood. What really made me worried was that the driver wasn’t exactly stopping at the normal-sized houses. Where was he going? I watched grimly as some of the huge houses we passed by came to a halt to one on the very end of one of the many streets. This one wasn’t as big as the other one’s down the street, but it wasn’t exactly small either. At least to me. So… I was paired up with a shifter who could only grow. That’s great. Just… great. 

I grabbed my bag and the small suitcase I had brought with me that was just full of my clothes and some stuff for school. Well if I’m supposed to stay here almost all of the time now I have to find something to keep me busy. And apparently from the immense size difference that will be between my new roommate and I. Of course I was terrified! If he really is diagnosed with depression and was a shifter who grew that only made matters worse for me. I hope whoever plans to take over for me does it soon. 

It took me and the driver to reach the doorstep, but eventually the driver gave it a knock. I swear I could hear some mumbling coming from the other side, but I didn’t dwell too much on that. Most.y because the extremely large door started to open slowly, but I saw no one on the other side. Maybe he was shy? 

“Well I may take my leave, though I have been ordered to tell you that a bus comes in the morning at around 6 just down the street from here, and another will take you back here around 5 and 8. Also, if anything goes wrong, to call this number on your phone.” He handed me a folded slip of paper, then took his leave. I shoved the slip in my pocket, hesitantly taking a few steps into the huge house. 

It was neatly cleaned around the place, though I couldn’t really see from my view on the ground. Everything around me was huge. I mean I’ve been to one of the rooms on the bigger side of the campus, but those rooms were smaller. It’s not an entire house filled with furniture. 

As I took a few steps out more, I jumped when the door had lightly closed behind me. My eyes trailed up and up, finding the face of the person I had seen in the picture. His eyes grew wide when I met his gaze, then bit the bottom of his lip before sliding his back against the wall behind him. 

Everything in my body told me to run, but if I did then I would only get scolded for it later. This isn’t even what I wanted to be! I wanted to be a normal therapist that helps regular adults and kids feel better. Not a human who could easily trap me in a fist and just kill me. I would have been fine if they could only shrink, but this was much worse. 

I faced down, taking a few deep breaths that barely even help me in this situation. I had to take care of someone fifty times my own size? How was that even possible? There weren’t even any smaller sized things around this place. Nothing that could help me get around easier either! 

I guess I could attempt to get his name. I mean, nothing could go wrong then, right? Just maybe from a distance… even if he could, at any point in time, just grab me whenever he so wanted. I felt sick just thinking about being held. Wouldn’t I have to be though? I can’t exactly just climb everywhere I want to go. 

“H-hi. Um, I’m Liam.” I forced myself to walk closer, even under his gaze, but I stopped walking closer when he moved himself further in the corner, looking a bit saddened. He probably knew I was scared. Maybe. I hope I’m some-what hiding it well enough. Though, I’ve never really been that good at it. 

“Oh, um, C-Casper. You can call me Cas if you want.” He kept his voice to a very quiet whisper. So he knew that if he talked too loud it would hurt my ears. At least he’s self-aware. Though, I couldn’t help but feel bad. I may be utterly terrified of him, but I mean he hasn’t really given me a reason to be truly scared, yet. 

“Nice to m-meet you, Cas.” I put on my best fake genuine smile. What? Have to find some way to convince him I wasn’t scared. Even if my body was trembling like crazy and my heart threatened to just come right out of my mouth. 

“Y-you too, sir.” His hand slightly twitched, but he just shook his head, giving me a sad look. ‘Sir?’ Why did he call me that? I didn’t dwell on it. Instead, I turned to look at the place, not finding a place to put my stuff. I sighed, hurrying to place it up against the wall opposite of Cas. This would be fine. Yeah, yeah. 

Casper, overall, seemed pretty nice. He had a black, messy hair that complimented his light-brown eyes. He wore a baggy long-sleeve shirt with a pair of jeans I have no idea why he was just wearing jeans in his own house, but it’s whatever he wants to do. Not my place to comment. The only real thing that caught my attention were the light bags in his eyes. Has he been sleeping? 

“Did you want to come here? Like, willingly?” He had asked, slightly leaning a little closer to my spot in the middle of the floor. I admit, it made me a little uneasy, but I don’t think he realized it. It just made it really hard to answer his question when all I could think about was how easily he could kill me right now. He wouldn’t do that, right? He seems so nice. Even if I’m barely two inches to him and I could easily just be crushed or accidentally killed if he wasn’t being too mindful. I shuddered at the thought, but forced my voice to work with me. 

“I-I’m just a student at a college. They just told us we were going to help out shifters, for like, real-world training I guess.” I started speaking a little fast and I could hear my voice slowly get quieter the more Cas seemed to lower his body to me. I felt so small compared to him. It’s overwhelming really, but it’s not like I can just back out. I already asked and they said if I did then I wasn’t cut out to stay in the classes. Seriously, all I wanted was to either be a therapist or a social worker. Not take on these huge responsibilities of making sure an entire living being is doing okay and doesn’t have any malicious intent to just… Aghhhh. 

“Oh. Well, I’m not exactly the best person to be paired up with.” He laughed sadly, holding up his wrist and revealing a red band. A little squeak left my mouth as I stood in place, practically frozen in fear. Why did they pair me up with him? They gave me more than I can handle. There was no way I could do this. I bit the side of my cheek, struggling to keep my composure. 

Cas caught onto my fear, scooting as far away from me as he could while making sure I wouldn’t freak out. Why did he move away? I was going to be fine. I think- But I was okay. Just as long as I keep a certain distance from him for a while. It takes me a long time to adjust to new things, and this might take me a while, but I couldn’t just do nothing. It was obvious to me that Cas was afraid of something, I just couldn’t figure out what just yet. 

“I’m fine, Cas, I promise.” I nervously smiled, hiding how terrified I was. Shifters with a red band can grow to heights you could only dream of. Great. Seriously, what have they done? They think I can handle someone who already looks like he’s struggling to keep himself together just by meeting me? I didn’t really want to find out what would happen if he doesn’t contain his emotions. Was there a person partnered up with him before? I knew I wasn’t going to be getting any answers, but there was no harm in asking them. 

“O-Okay,” He whispered, getting in a more comfortable sitting position, “Are you sure though? I don’t mind giving you an hour or two to get used to… everything.” He looked away for a second, and I could tell something was on his mind. Along with the constant moving away every time I had tried to walk closer, or when he knew I was scared of him, I would think to say that he’s scared of himself. Or, at least hurting other people. It makes sense actually. I’ve heard stories that a lot of shifters realize that they can really hurt people and just try their hardest not to interact with people smaller than themselves. It’s like they collapse on themselves since they don’t want to hurt anyone. I guess Cas and I weren’t so different. 

“Okay, look, it’s obvious that you’re more afraid of yourself than I am of you,” Cas’s eyes widened, “How about we both try to help each other out? I’ll keep trying if you do.” I held out my hand without thinking. A compromise between the two of us. I know we both met like five minutes ago, but I’m pretty sharp for people my age with little experience. But, honestly, maybe this wasn’t so bad. I think all that Cas wanted was the relief that he won’t hurt people. Or something like that. 

“You’d go through with all that? I’m not exactly mentally stable.” I could tell that he was worried, but I just nodded my head, a genuine smile on my face that I hoped he could see. 

He eyed my hand for a while, and I still hadn’t realized what was wrong until he lightly pinched my hand between the tip of his pointer and thumb, barely even lifting it up and down for my own sake. Oh he has no idea how scared I was right now, but he didn’t have to know that. Just a little more pressure and he could just yank my arm right off-I shook that thought away. Don’t think about that right now. It would be okay. Just as long as I get an idea of what to do when he does eventually lose control or something. I had zero idea. I think the thought that stuck in the back of my mind was making me more worried than anything really. I’m just a stress toy for him. But I’ll just have to get over my fear. There was no way I would let this stop me from graduating. Not in a million years.

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Sorry for a slightly boring chapter! I did a LOT of world building for this one, and had to map out almost every single interaction through the course of the entire story plot. There also wasn’t much g/t but again, it’s just an introduction chapter. (I’m doing what I love and no one can stop me hehehe-)

But I hope you enjoyed reading! I promise the second chapter will have a much, much better g/t interaction. (Oh trust me it will >:3) I hope you all have a great day/night!

[kix-mm]

I LOVE THE ENDERMAN STORY THAT YOU MADE BEING SO LEGIT RN I READ IT LIKE 50 TIMES!! It would be kewl to see a part 2, but if not, im totally chill with just re-reading the thing u already posted bc its freaking amazing! Have a wonderful rest of your day <33 (once again no pressure)

Sure, why not? It's always nice to see people enjoy the small stories I have! Here's a part two!

Beginners mistake pt2

Previous

The ender stared right back at the player, gently kneeling further down to reach eye height. He felt no need to initiate attack, but rather to reassure and comfort.

"You are alone. Where is your kin? Your family?" He spoke but got no answer. The player merely flinched, mayhaps the player interpreted their language as something more aggressive? But the ender still has so many questions to ask... at least he understood the player.

The player slowly got up. Their red woolen blanket was gently wrapped around their body for comfort and warmth. They stared up at the ender expectedly, like a child waiting for an adults answer.

The ender sighed. Questions would have to wait, but in the meantime, the player needed to prepare for the night. They didn't have much time left.

He sat himself on the ground, resting his head against the wall. At least they were out of the rain, and the player was no longer hostile to their guest.

As the night went on the player stared aimlessly outside, at the endless swarm of mobs, they at least made a torch with the help of the enderman by all surprises, they even made an oven and work bench, how wonderful! Now they were finally getting somewhere, right?

The player looked over at the ender, offering them some fried kod. The enderman smiled politely and declined, "You need to eat more than I do," he spoke. The player seemed a little disappointed by the rejection, storing the fish in their inventory.

And once again there was that insufferable silence between the two, the player couldn't stand it, while the enderman didn't seem to mind the peace. The player observed the enderman, he never noticed all the little details in their skin, how they had such sharp teeth and the strange particles that formed around them... the enderman was strangely beautiful, and had to be unique in some way, right? This one, from what the player noticed, had white eyes, while the other endermen out in the fields had purple eyes, and reacted hostile towards the player as soon as they made eye contact...

The ender slowly opened his eyes again, only to be met with the eyes of the player, they were crouched down in front of the ender, with one of their hands being held, oh, how sweet, they were curious. The human quickly yelped and scooted back, expecting a scolding from the ender for getting so close and disturbing their rest.

The ender smiled softly, observing their own hand and looking at the players. They were so similar and yet so strangely different... he offered his hand to the player, he more than happy to let the player dig into their curiosity.

The player hesitated for a moment, looking up at the ender and then down at the extended hand, it took them a moment before they took the enders hand back into theirs, comparing the size between the two, it made the ender smile to see that the human was getting more comfortable with him.

The human smiles in awe, their innocence reminded the ender of a child, which both warmed his heart and saddened him at the same time, he couldn't quite pinpoint the humans age, but he was almost certain the human was in their early teens. The player made a similar guess about the ender, who was an obvious adult, but just how old was he? Was he as old as an ancient god? Did endermen age at the same rate as a human or slower? How could he ask such a question? Would it be rude?

Nevertheless, the player spoke timidly "how old are you..?" The enderman stared at a player in response to the sudden question, they scribbled down an odd symbol that the player couldn't read "Ah... I see" the player responds awkwardly. Not wanting to be rude the human spoke again. "I'm 13, my birthday was last week, and my dad got me this game as a present! I've never played minecraft before, I don't get much time on the computer. I'm only one hour of internet a day from mom" now the enderman was the one left scratching his head, but he was pleased to hear that the young player did have parental figures that treated him well from what he could judge, there was no bitterness behind the boys words when he spoke of his parents and the "internet". What a relief...

[gt-needs]

“I won’t let you fall… I promise I won’t leave your side all night. No matter how rough things get, there’s always room for you here.

Even if it’s a tight fit-“

((Unprovoked fluff as a treat))

[vgtrackbracket]

Video Game Track Bracket Round 2

Sweden from Minecraft

vs.

I Expect You to Die from I Expect You to Die

No propaganda was submitted for either track.

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[muchmossymess]

give me your headcanons for a minecraft server with the fmab kids

[borrowingsurvivalist]

Messing around with the Bits and Chisels mod and Pehkui on Minecraft

It’d be lowkey kinda fun to mess around with this on a multiplayer server