#southern enderman

[butter-on-ghost]

The very long post of Endermen anatomy in my mind

ok, first off there’s four main Endermen.

Northern (The end)

Middle/Earthen (Overworld/earth (this is where most subspecies would be))

Southern (Nether)

Farlanders (Farland endermen :D)

Stuff like height, eye color, snout shape, horns, teleportation distance, etc would be different depending on where the enderman is from and who the parents are. Albinism can also be a bit more common depending on which enderman it is.

When it comes to teleporting, I think each different endermen has a different distance they can teleport and the amount of times they can do it rapidly. All endermen have these three slits on each side of the neck called ‘vents’ and those open when they teleport or if they’re exhausted. It’s like a magic exhaust pipe and that’s where the little colorful particles come from. Particles usually follow around the individual and fade away if they don’t teleport for a while. Chorus fruit is a good source of energy for teleporting and if eaten just before teleporting, can give a little extra distance.

What else is a broad trait for them uhh

oh, eye color also goes with blood, flesh, guts, in the mouth and stuff (blush as well)

Northern Endermen

The end seems like it would be really cold. No weather or wind, just cold. So endermen have a lot of fur, thick fur and maybe different coat types (wavy, curly, coarse, soft etc).

First off, I think the end dragon and endermen would be like a beehive kinda system. So the dragon would be their leader. Every 500 years or so, the dragon flies off to a secluded area and lays eggs. Returns and then the endermen that are already there take care of the eggs til they hatch (it can take a few weeks all the way up to a decade). Eggs are translucent and the color of the egg is what their eye color will be. They’re a bit bigger than a watermelon.

Kits have floppy ears when born and some will have round horn nubs already growing. It’s not super rare, but still it’s uncommon for an albino enderman to hatch. (Ex: Indie :D)

Northern endermen have paws. Big paws, very soft :], but really sharp claws and rough, thick paw pads. Feet are two-toed with sharp claws. The snout shape is kinda boxy?

Like this??? (I don’t know how to describe snouts ;-;)

Northern enderman have broad, long tails for balance AND for fighting (whack em :P). Horns are like Indie’s horns, long and smooth and simple, but some can be born with one horn or have an extra set of horns. Some horns can grow and end up growing into each other. Ears can be like Indie’s, but can look like goat or cow ears. The vents on northern endermen aren’t usually visible due to their fur, but if one overworks themself and teleports too much, the particles that blow out can cause the fur to move and expose the vents. They can teleport a pretty good distance (around the same distance as Endermen in Minecraft) and can teleport repeatedly ten to fifteen times before it starts to tire or hurt them.

Eye color ranges from bluish purples all the way to purple-magenta and can be any shades between that. Pupils are like cat pupils.

Scarring starts out as the color of the blood but ends up fading to black like the rest of the skin. Albino endermen’s scars fade to pale or dark grey

Scars from water don’t fade. Ever. (Most that’ll happen is that the color will turn a bit pale, but it won’t fade to black like normal scars)

oh shit I should put this somewhere, they do have sharp teeth, but also incisors since the only source of food is chorus fruit in the end. So yeah, they could eat meat, there’s just nothing around for them to eat that’s alive (aside from endermites). So the sharp teeth would be mainly for fighting.

I like to think that endermites are considered a rare treat and that’s why endermen are so quick to murder the little bugs. It’s funny to me.

They’re pretty chill, a player could barter and trade with them as long as they don’t look em in the eyes.

Last thing, there are three different kinds of northern endermen.

Standard: Just an enderman. Like a worker bee in a way. These guys would be the ones you see just roaming around the End. Body type can vary greatly.

Guard: Larger, bulkier and a bit more aggressive. These guys would stand around the little portal that the end dragon egg sits on. There’s four there at any time (unless one is killed). They also have a higher chance to have four arms. Larger snouts and more canines than usual. Paws are larger as well. They can hold their ground really well and very rarely move from their spot guarding the end dragon egg. Eye color is on the warmer side of the spectrum.

Falcon: These guys would be in the end ships. I think they’d run the ships and guard the loot in the chests. A couple weeks after hatching, they’re given a pair of elytra that kinda just fuses to their back after a year or two (I haven’t figure out how yet, so the excuse is ✨magic✨) They’re thinner and lighter so they can go faster and also have four arms more often. Excellent fighting skills and good accuracy when trying to hit a target. Paws are more like a hand-paw fusion than just paws so they can handle weapons with more grace. Eye color is on the cooler side of the spectrum and albinos’ can end up having pale lavender to teal eyes.

The eldest endermen are often the ones in charge of the rest. Some aren’t the best though and don’t really take into consideration what the entire population wants or needs and will even ignore any they don’t like (Ex. Indie). They show blatant favoritism towards individuals in groups they’re in charge of and often end up leaving the members within the groups to help and teach the ones that aren’t as liked.

Earth Endermen

Alright, these guys vary a lot because of the biomes they live in and the climate. So one that lives in a tundra would look a lot different from one that lives in a mesa biome or the desert. Fur patterns aren’t uncommon either. All endermen in the overworld have fur though, it’ll just be different lengths and types depending on what area they live in. Kits all have floppy ears that may or may not stiffen up as they get older (depends on parents’ genes). Horns, teeth arrangement, eye color, snout shape, ears and tail type all vary depending on the biome and general climate, but there are a few things that stay the same.

At least two horns

Blood, guts, inner mouth, vents and eyes are all the same color (heterochromia is addressed further down)

Canines no matter what (at least four, two on top row two on bottom row)

Three vents on each side of the neck

Paw pads

Fur

Some endermen that live near water or an environment with rainy weather have a higher resistance to water and can even stay in water for a certain amount of time (can’t injest it though, that’s a death sentence).

There’s also a whole other subspecies that’s semi aquatic. They have a very high tolerance to water, but will still die if they stay in it too long. Diet consists of fish and shellfish. Body expels any water accidentally swallowed through the vents.

Southern Endermen

My favorite of them all, southern endermen live in the nether! They can either have really really short fur (almost like peach fuzz but not quite) or scales. Sometimes one is born with neither, leaving them with just skin, it leaves them vulnerable though, like a scaleless snake. And sometimes, when scales shed, they have a chance to grow back gold, it’s like a freckle or a beauty mark :). Southern endermen are more reptilian than the rest. Their snout shape is more like a snake’s (wide and kinda flat) and the vents on their neck are almost always visible. Teeth are mostly made up of canines and they’re black!

Necks are longer so they can snap at stuff and have a further reach. Paws are more like a hand-paw fusion and have long claws on the ends. Horns aren’t super long but they are sharp and there’s usually more than two, often growing in rows. Ears are shorter and pointed. Some can have more animal like ears though. Eye color ranges from magenta to reds of any shades (the exception being endermen that live in the warped forest, they have turquoise eyes), often having little flecks of gold in the eyes. Pupils have tapetum lucidum (the shiny over it when light shines over the eyes). They also have fire/heat resistance to an extent. So if one were to touch lava by accident, it wouldn’t hurt as long as they take their hand out within the next few seconds.

Hands and feet are larger and wider, which helps when walking across soul sand valleys. Tails can have spines along the top (like a croc or gator) that travel up the spine as well. The underbelly has the softest scales.

Also teleportation distance is pretty short, maybe a meter or two, but they can repeatedly teleport a lot more times than the other endermen species (thirty times or more). Afterwards they get really tired though, kinda loopy and giggly as well if they push themselves for too long.

Kits with scales are very vulnerable for the first two to three years of their life while their scales harden. They’re also very bony and lanky lookin, like a calf or foal. Walk funny, look funny, act funny (love my lanky little babies, I need to draw them). Ears are floppy as always.

(Most) Southern endermen live in packs. Could be as small as five or as large as twenty, sometimes they travel alone, but often don’t last long. Pack mates are super close, they roughhouse and spar and annoy older pack members (harmlessly tho). Younger members often go out to hunt and forage for mushrooms and nether wart and other plants and stuff. There’s always one older enderman that is established as the one in charge of the younger ones. They end up teaching kits how to fight and hunt and other neat tricks they’ve learned. And then the rest of the older pack members work as the parents and healers. Some might also dabble in potion-making if they can get their hands on the right materials.

They don’t like piglins. Like, at all. Go out of their way to inconvenience any piglins near their territory. They don’t like players that much either, but kinda in the way a goose doesn’t like people. They’ll keep their distance and only attack if the player keeps pestering them in some way.

Farlanders

Very tall, like really really tall, almost twenty feet but they can definitely get taller. The entire population is white and they have fur of varying lengths.

There’s not a lot known about farland endermen, but they are known for being able to teleport miles at a time. They’re often very lanky and stare off into the distance, which gives them an unsettling feeling. Horns can become very intricate and complex, but some either have normal horns or don’t grow any at all. Eye color can range from bright green to teal and cyan. Snout shape is a bit more beak like, not as broad and boxy. And the teeth are mostly canines. Vents are always visible and so many particles blow out after a single teleportation that it almost creates a colored fog around the individual that teleported. Ear shape is more of an animal’s ear, like a cow, goat, deer and sometimes rabbit ears. Paws are very soft and they don’t have paw pads. Feet are also like a northern enderman’s feet, two-toed and clawed. Tail is often really long and thin.

They’re not the best fighters, since they’d rather teleport away than fight, but it’s already hard enough to fight them due to their large size. And they travel alone, sometimes bumping into another endermen, talking for a minute or two before going back to whatever they were doing previously. When it comes to meeting other things (like people), they get really awkward and might just teleport away mid-conversation.

Kits are around three feet tall when they first hatch, floppy eared with a lot of fur to stay warm.

alright, that’s all I have for each enderman species (species?) there are a few other things that I didn’t know where to put so it’s going at the end

If an enderman has heterochromia, two things might happen. The two colors that the eyes are will blend and that’s what the color of blood and guts and other stuff will be. Or the insides will just be one of the eye colors.

If a flask of dragon’s breath is consumed by an enderman, it acts as a plasma blast (like toothless). The blast can be stored until the enderman wants to use it and if they consume multiple bottles it stacks up. Plasma color is the same as eye color.

All northern endermen born from the same dragon are related, but there are other super-far-away islands that have a different dragon with different endermen.

Hybrid endermen exist

When an enderman dies, their body fades and what’s left is an enderpearl (so if the body doesn’t fade, they aren’t dead)

for shits and giggles, all endermen have that same thing cats have, where if you pinch the back of their neck, they get really calm and immobile (this works well with southern endermen if you catch them off guard)

I think that’s everything, if you have questions send me some :D

I want to add more to this of course, things like clothing styles, mutations and hopefully more. Sorry this took so long to finish :’)

[elliott-the-creature]

A list of my current alterhuman identities!

All of these are mainly psychological in nature, with some spiritual and physical bits in there too

Feline Theriotypes:

Domestic cat (any breeds except for sphynx cat)

Tiger

Leopard

Snow leopard

Jaguar

Ocelot

Lynx

Canine Theriotypes:

Duck Tolling Retriever

Akita Inu

Norwegian Elkhound

Rough Collie

Aussie Shepherd

Border Collie

Long-haired Dalmatian

Cavalier King Charles Spaniel

American Alsatian

German Shepherd

Chow Chow

Fox (includes red (all colourations), grey, arctic, and cape)

Cervid Theriotypes:

White-tailed Deer

Mule Deer

Red Deer

European Fallow Deer

Southern Pudu Deer

Caribou

Owl Theriotypes:

Great Horned Owl

Barn Owl

Barred Owl

Tawny Owl

Spotted Owl

Spotted Wood Owl

Ural Owl

Red Morph Screech Owl

Fictotypes:

SeaWing/RainWing hybrid

SilkWing/IceWing hybrid (flicker)

Red Bokoblin (linktype) (BOTW/TOTK era)

Ice Lizalfos (linktype) (BOTW/TOTK era)

Blue Horriblin (linktype)

Zora (flicker) (BOTW/TOTK era)

Enderman (flicker)

Cambitheriotypes:

Water

Alien (shapeshifter)

Guardian Angel mixed with a Winged Humanoid

Mouse (including deer mouse, house mouse, harvest mouse, and fancy mouse)

Fancy Rat

Lop Rabbit (including holland, mini, american fuzzy, cashmere, and french)

Poltergeist Sheet Ghost

Others (linktypes in bold, hearttypes in italics):

Liminal Spaces

Macaw

Parakeet (specifically rosellas and aratingas)

Black bear (all colourations)

Regal Jumping Spider

Deinonychus

Ankylosaur

Horse (drafts, fjords, clydesdale, and appaloosa)

[xerith-42]

Hello, you were open to asks right ? Do you have any head cannons about Shad and the shadow knights or how the Nether can affect the beings living in it ?

Obligatory reminder that I'm going to make it a habit to rename Shad to Araphel in all my posts until I don't have to put this reminder here.

I already touched on a few of my Araphel specific headcanons before (though there will be more), and I've made quite a few posts about Shadow Knights. The Nether on the other hand--

So obviously MCD was made long before the ever important Nether Update, but I think we should incorporate that into our ideas of this series. I'm just saying that a Bastion would be even more absolutely terrifying if the mfs hunting you in there were vicious Shadow Knights with a taste for blood that hasn't been satiated in Irene knows how long.

Warped forests are the most relaxing biome of the Nether, the colors of it often being a relaxing presence for Shadow Knights. Basalts are the worst to navigate, and even if they're immortal, dragging yourself out of a pool of lava you got concussed falling into because you made a single misstep just sucks no matter what.

Also, Shadow Knights aren't the only creatures of the Nether. Obviously I want all the Nether creatures that are there to be there, though I'd take Enderman out of Warped Forests and make Piglins a sort of shadow variant that makes it clear they were a race that existed in the Nether before, but Araphel's influence spreads like a plague. I think Wither Skeletons totally fit the vibe, I could see them just being the reanimated and smashed together bones of those who have fallen in the Nether but weren't worthy of becoming a Shadow Knight.

I think that Shadow Knights are adapted to live in the Nether. They're designed to sustain constant heat that's mostly dry (so living in Southern Arizona), and not much else. This means that the cold has a much more severe impact on them, and they really don't do well when it gets humid, girls are not built to sweat it feels so weird on their fucked up skin.

And there's those Shadow Souls! Those are a thing Jess wrote into the series! I think they're like the lost souls of those who died in the Nether who want to find bodies so they can become Shadow Knights...? Hold on Imma check the wiki.

Okay I was close, they're Shadow Knights who lost their physical forms and seek out a new host which... How does a Shadow Knight lose their physical form? Great question! I'd like to know the answer too! The solution to this problem is that they're both of the definitions I put above. I think they're great and totally seem like something Araphel would enjoy watching the pitiful existence of.

Because that's all the Nether really is to him. Another part of his game with Irene. Another playing field, an empty worthless world full of life that is only good to kill, maim, or take as his own for those same purposes. The life of the Nether never had a chance to fight against Araphel. Once he was able to return to partial power there was nothing that could stop him from spreading his miserable influence to the rest of this wretched realm. It's not like it was doing anything good to begin with.

I think the being known as Araphel that currently lives in the Nether is removed from the physical body he once inhabited, instead just being the worst parts of his soul banished. When Irene banished him she, and I quote "Shattered his relic". The relic is tied to the divine warrior in a very direct way, so I'd like to think that when his relic shattered, so did Araphel's soul. The better parts of his soul managed to find one another, refine, and reincarnate. Eventually.

The soul that lives in the Nether is the embodiment of his hatred, his jealousy, his rage, his resentment, all of the worst parts of his being condensed into a single irradiated spectre that refuses to rest. It seeks out the other parts of its soul, he seeks to be whole again. If Araphel can reform his soul and get his hands on that relic, then it's all over for anyone who dared to stand in his way.

When he wasn't in this miserable state, Araphel was once a man worth loving. He was known as the destroyer, but those he destroyed were those who threatened his loved ones. He destroyed tyrants, those who would abuse their rule, those who would harm his friends, and he would show no mercy to any being foolish enough to even think of laying a hand on Irene.

He had a rather dry sense of humor, one that bounced off of Kul'zak's endless ramblings and Menphina's sarcasm very well. He often sat with them in their little meadow, lamenting his woes of missing Irene while she was off saving more lives that he couldn't care less about. Araphel was the first to become disillusioned with humanity entirely, the near immortality of the relic weighing him down constantly. It was only a few years after he got it that he came to the conclusion only other relic holders could understand him.

The only reason that changed was when he got a whiff of betrayal. When he realized that something was wrong with how long Kul'zak and Enki had been gone, how Menphina was suddenly nowhere to be found despite eagerly answering his requests to see one another before. It was then that he retreated to the forest by O'Khasis with a mortal woman who held similarities to him. He wanted their descendants to look as much like him as possible.

He got his wish.

[galacticxangel]

Wait I saw your comment on the meeting your mutuals/stranger danger post. You said you married your mutual? That's so cute. Have you shared that anywhere and if not would you share it here?

I’m pretty sure I’ve shared it passively, but I never shared the full thing just on its own, so I’ll do that here!

So back in Ye Olde Days (13 years ago), Ask Blogs were a big thing on Tumblr, and also, so was Minecraft! And wouldn’t you know it, I was running a little Minecraft ask blog. And then I came across another, which had amazing art and characters and I adored what I was seeing, so I followed, they followed back, I sent little asks, and we communicated that way! The blog I found was run by two people, @cosmic-anchor (Silvia), and her friend Lazzy (boyo where’s your blog). He’s still a mutual bestie today, as are a few other folks we met via ask blog shenanigans, like @knightlymoon and @ragnarode .

ANYWAY. We get to playing on a server together (we actually use a Minecraft version release date as our meeting anniversary, because it was right around the prerelease of Beta 1.8: September 9, 2011. How do we remember? Well, that’s when they released Endermen! And anyone familiar with Minecraft aakblogs knows just how popular those are today. But back then? HOLY crap. Everyone and their grandma has a Sexy Broody Enderman or a Sexy Broody Enderman Hybrid. It was. A lot), take to each other like a church on fire, and become besties! We have a little house together.

Long time passes, and we’re on pretty much daily communication, still playing games, etc. I went through basic training and she was one of the folks I sent letters to while I was there. We played D&D together (This was an entire fiasco where we lost one bestie due to an abusive relationship. She’s back now tho! Love you Lynn <3). Even in the military, when I got DEEPLY depressed, she was there for me and helped me out (I credit her for being alive today. I’m not sure I’d be here if she hadn’t talked me down and convinced me to see a mental health specialist). I get out of the military, get my own little apartment, and go ‘wait a minute. I can do what I want. I have a best friend I’ve known for like six years now. Let’s invite her down!’ And so we start planning our first

‘Down’ is an understatement. See, I live in Texas. She lives in Kentucky, literally a thousand miles away. And while I’ve got all my documents and paperwork and driving skills and travel under my belt, she… doesn’t. As the older sibling of a special needs person, and not from a very high income household, she didn’t have this stuff. So it’s up to me, and I’m too fired up about taking my bestie to a renaissance faire (yah we. Really nerdy lol) to consider anything but!

We get her costume ready. Her plane tickets. Her ids and everything, sorted. It comes to like. Two weeks before the flight. And I get a call at work. It’s Via. Now, this is weird. Over the years, we’ve kinda fallen into a system. Common communication falls into just a message (Skype at the time iirc, Discord didn’t exist just yet). Something kinda urgent gets you an alert ping (like @ing someone). Dire is a call. And my phone’s ringing.

Not good.

So I hurriedly excuse myself from the office to take it, and she’s in tears. Her dad’s gotten cold feet, and won’t take her to the airport like he promised because ‘what if I’m an internet predator’. I mean. I get it. I have a Southern Style family, too (This will come up later). But damn it, she’s an adult. We’re BOTH adults. Also, I just bought a round trip plane ticket! Also, at this point I know more about her than he does. He still thinks she’s straight. But he won’t take her because we’ve never met face-to-face.

It’s Wednesday. I look at my office door. I have my best friend, current queerplat partner on the line, sobbing apologies.

“Hey. Tell him to pick a place to eat. Dinner on Friday. My treat, okay?”

“What?”

“Tell him to pick a place for dinner on Friday. I’ll see you then.”

Thus begins the trek that cements me as ‘most unhinged friend when others need something’ in our friend group to the day. I go into my office, spinning a sob story about how some nondescript family member just passed and funeral and blah blah I need to go but I’ll be back on Monday.

Green light acquired.

I go home, and immediately go to sleep. I wake up around midnight, pack my bags into my little Kia, and off I go. 1000 miles. Now, remember when I said my family would come up later? Here’s later: I didn’t tell them. There was NO WAY they were going to just sit idle while I drove a thousand miles, ALONE, to meet someone I’d never met in person. I’d never driven quite that far, either. Not to say no one knew, I would plot two hours on my gps, send the path to Lazzy and Via, and check in when I hit the next stop. If I didn’t check in, they were told to call my parents if I was over an hour late. Which, obviously, I never was, because I’m typing this and not like, dead or anything.

I roll up to her local Cracker Barrel at 8pm on Friday, after easily one of the best experiences of my life (was out between cities on a clear, late summer night, got to see the Milky Way for the first time, got ‘adopted’ by a bunch of truckers at a truck stop I paused for a nap at). My hair’s a bit frizzy and I’m wearing a shirt that says ‘Watch Closely: I’m About To Do Something Stupid’. But her dad gets the firmest, friendliest Texan handshake I can give, and a bright smile.

Apparently, he never expected me to show. According to Via, I humbled him that day. I don’t pay for dinner, despite offering. I even stay the night.

She’s on a plane for Texas two weeks later.

(Bonus: it’s at the point I send a picture of the big ol ‘Welcome To Kentucky’ state line sign to my parents. This. Was not a good idea lol. But I had my big Texas meat swangin my ego and I was damn proud to be functionally unhinged. My dad scolds me and then gets me a hotel room in Little Rock, DEMANDING I stop half way on the way back. My mom calls me, yells at me, and then hangs up on me. Calls back an hour later to apologize because she wasn’t mad I went, she was mad that I was right when I told her ‘you’d have tried to stop me’. Ultimately fine, in the end).

There’s at least one other travel adventure (much easier this time! We were supposed to go to PAX South but were too lazy that morning so we ate pizza and played video games.

I move out of my apartment and start renting a house. I have extra room. And I think about my friend, who’s only left her tristate area twice now, both because of me. And I think ‘that’s my best friend! I wonder if she wants to move down here!’

Another 2k miles on my poor little Kia (who’s STILL KICKING BTW), and she now lives in Texas. This was about five years ago. We live in my little granny house that’s older than both occupants combined. You heard that right, though. Oh my god, We Were Roommates.

It’s about this time that apparently Via starts Getting The Feelings but BLESS HER she’s being SO GOOD because at this point I’m defining as Aro/Ace. Turns out it was just some anxiety/aversion because my previous relationship was turbo unhealthy! But I really like this chick, and I’m like ‘you know what, I’m scared I’ll mess up our friendship, but I’ll try these things. We already go on ‘dates’ and I buy you flowers occasionally just because I was thinking of you and we already snuggle every night because it helps us go to sleep’ yeah I was. Hm. Dense.

Anyway it takes off HARD and within the year, we’re married on the coast where I took her to see the ocean for the very first time, on September 9, 2023.

Our first anniversary is soon. 💕

[riotlain]

Michael Myers Masterlist

Last Updated 12/11/22

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

Fics

Reader Birthday (Feat Billy Lenz!)

Headcannons

Grim Reaper S/o

Dramatic S/o

Baking a Cake for Michael

Enderman S/o

Reader Whos Touchy When They Cry

Flirty Reader

Fairy S/o Wings Tear

Crybaby S/o

S/o Who Sees into the Future

Fnaf Fan S/o

Slasher Music Taste

Vampire S/o

Artist S/o

S/o With a Southern Accent

Does This Slasher Believe In Sex

Cannibal S/o

Cryptid/Mothman S/o

Adopted Reader

Touching Slasher Moobs

Shapeshifter S/o!

Aromantic S/o

Hyper Ftm Boyfriend

Demon Assasin S/o

Deadpool S/o

Deadpool S/o Part 2

Slasher Hugging

Furby Obsessed S/o

S/o with a Cat

Slashers as Cats

Would They Eat Arby's

Always Tired S/o

S/o Talking About SCPS

How Slashers Would Text

Fell For a DN Joke

Playing Minecraft

What they Smell Like

Werewolf S/o

[eldritchbean-shapeshifter]

Forms of the Bean - Masterpost 4

Continued list of all my different forms/sonas. Does not (usually) include mixed/blended forms.

Geode

Eyeball head

Melanistic Rock Pigeon (Columba livia)

Griffin

Gargoyle

Yellow-banded Poison Dart Frog (Dendrobates leucomelas)

Gingerbread cookie

Soot sprite

Boom box

“Witch”

Squishy silicone cat lamp

Clock

Moon Jellyfish (Aurelia aurita)

Montmorency Cherry (Prunus cerasus)

Coyote (Canis latrans)

Kitsune

Tanuki (Nyctereutes viverrinus)

Moth[person]

Enderman

Mule Deer (Odocoileus hemionus)

Southern Flannel Moth (Megalopyge opercularis)

Purslane (Portulaca oleracea)

Cottonmouth (Agkistrodon piscivorus)

Cholera - the disease AND the bacteria (Vibrio cholerae)

Fluffy owl thingie

Forsythia (Forsythia suspensa)

Deep Sea Leviathan

Barnacle Goose (Branta leucopsis)

Inland Taipan (Oxyuranus microlepidotus)

Night Fury

Masterpost pt5

[2021medeservedbetter]

Intro/name swaps+ design details

Every once and a while I'll remember the dsmp and how much of... a thing that was, and one of my favorite ocs is from that fandom. So, I'm just reclaiming the whole thing bc my au is already separated enough from the c! storyline.

Canon characters:

~ DreamisTaken- Cain, a glowsquid with scene elements

~ GeorgeNotFound- Micah, a fae who nobody can tell if he's being genuine or not

~ Callahan- Cameron, some deer guy who shows up to raise an eyebrow at everyone

~ Sapnap - Austin, a longhorn with some gemstone elements

~ Awesamdude - Soren, a creeper alchemist

~ Ponk - Pyre, a strider doctor

~ BadBoyHalo - Dallas, a southern belle longhorn

~ TommyInnit - Oliver/Ollie, a crow elytran

~ Tubbo - Theodore/Theo McCallum, a satyr

~ Fundy - Forrest, a kingfisher elytran

~ Punz - Ace, some alien person

~ Purpled - Comet, some alien person

~ JSchlatt - Walter McCallum, a satyr peepaw

~ Skeppy - Almas, a diamond person

~ Eret - Alice, a nymph

~ Wilbur Soot - Elio, a peacock elytran

~ Jack Manifold - Callum, a robot dude

~ Niki Nihachu - Willow, a hummingbird elytran who bakes things with lots of sugar in it

~ Quackity - Dante, a kingfisher elytran who was in elio’s band at some point and they’re exes

~ Karl Jacobs - Jasper, a funky little elf thing who just showed up

~ Technoblade - Atticus, a red hawk elytran who’s comedically tired atp

~ Ph1lza - Conan, a crow elytran

~ Captain Puffy - Eris, a sheep pirate lady

~ Ranboo - Valentine, an enderman thing

~ FoolishGamers- Neptune, a funny shark demigod

~ Hannahxxrose - Seraphina, a dryad

~ Slimecicle- probably still Charlie?

~ Eryn - Finn

- Aimsey - Jasmine “Jazz”

- Kristen- Claudia, a raven elytran

Ocs-

Irene- a peregrine falcon elytran who’s a girlfailure cottagecore anarchist lesbian

Tui- an osprey elytran who’s comedically buff

Othnal- a peacock elytran, the creator deity

Still trying to figure out the god names, so.. yep

[thegreatdezzy]

Please Don’t Return Me to the Dark of All the Memories

Fic inspired by Jimmy constantly dying!

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46571584

~Enjoy~

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Jimmy remembered all of his final deaths all too well. They inched into his skull, carving bright yellow wings onto his back that just appeared one day with a tearing pain. Voices rang through his ears each and every time he fell to the curse. Each and every time he felt the ghostly pluck of his feathers, preventing him from flying away from the shrieking whispers.

He remembered his first final death. 

It seemed so simple looking back on it. But it was just that: an arrow through his neck, digging directly through into his skin. It pierced straight through, and Jimmy remembered falling to the floor of the bunker with a thud. 

As blood pooled and his vision hazed in and out, he remembered thinking this death was pretty normal. The only regret he had was that he didn’t get to say goodbye to Scott. Sure, he was the first out, but surely it wouldn’t happen again. Right? Right? 

He remembered his second death.

Jimmy remembered running from Grian. He remembered clutching the open wound at his side that was making it harder to focus and run. His breathing felt heavy as he climbed on top of Mumbo’s bunker, feeling an arrow shoot into his back. Blood came coughing out of his throat, and he leaped off the top of the building. He could only tumble to the ground as his neck made a loud crack from the landing.

A loud buzz rang through his ears. Surely this was a coincidence. S- surely he just happened to die first again. Surely it wouldn’t happen for a third time in a row.

He remembered his third death.

It was here he realized this was some curse that was placed on him by whoever was watching him. The “Watchers” as he remembered them being called. But he hoped that this time maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be the first to go. Maybe the growing canary wings bursting out of his back should have been a sign.

But as he was being choked by an enderman, feeling its lanky claws dig into his neck, he knew there was a reason he kept on dying first. Maybe he was absolute shit at this game, or maybe everything was out of his control. He just wished he could apologize to Tango for bringing him to the grave with him. It didn’t matter in the end though. His gasping stopped, and his body went limp.

He remembered his forth death. It had just happened a while ago.

Jimmy remembered falling from Skynet, cursing himself for slipping on the edge. He cursed himself for being so reckless. But mostly, he cursed the universe for clipping his flight feathers. It’s to make it fair, they said as they did the same to Grian. They said as they got rid of Tango’s resistances to fire. They said as they got rid of Cleo’s rot.

It’s funny. Cause Jimmy could’ve really used that advantage.

As he fell, he could only close his eyes and accept his fate. How ironic for the canary to fall to his demise. Oh how the Watchers must be cackling. And as his body hit the ground with a splat, Jimmy could only let the darkness overtake him.

He was used to this darkness. It cradled him, gently combing through each and every feather of his foreign wings. But this darkness wasn’t comforting. It only reminded him of everyone he abandoned when he died. Every apology and hug he could never say or do. He didn’t even get to see the other’s after they died. He would only have that suffocating darkness until he awoke once more.

He couldn’t have the kisses and smiles of his husband.

He couldn’t have the jokes and puns of the southerners.

He couldn’t have the hugs and support of his soulmate.

And he couldn’t have the fun and chaos of the bad boys.

He couldn’t have any of it. Even when he would awake into the next life, and look at how clear it is everyone has moved on from before. No. he couldn’t bring up the past. No matter how much he wanted to. No matter how much he would miss everything.

No. The best he could do was sob as the darkness held him close, brushing its fingers through his feathers. His canary feathers.

At least he’ll be the warning that final death is coming.

[acannibalisticswordfish]

my two cents in Piglin lore other than land and stuff

General stuff: Piglins are some of the most intelligent being in the nether. Second to only the enderman, they have social hierarchies depending on the biome they reside in. Due to the mass of warm light, during night, their eyes will glow a deep red (the beast is an exception to this, as they stay white). Otherwise, it will stay a semi translucent light. Their organs and skin resemble pork, but with a bit more human tones to it. Such as smaller intestines and a larger heart. Each clan has domesticated a part of the family that hoglins reside in (I haven’t come up with a name for that)

Horde of the hunt: In the westward crimson forests, a clan of megalomaniac hunters chase ancient hogs and lava launchers (both a war boar on a larger scale). From the bright conditions so close to lava, they tend to have darker skin based on the range from the ancestors hunting ranges. Strangely, they don’t wear gold. They will wear the hollowed out bones of their greatest catch, if it’s not too heavy. Their leader, The Beast, rides one of these ancient hogs. He uses a Bone Cuglel to hunt anything, which includes humans and game animals.

on that note, rather than just being the same thing; Lava launchers and Warboars are in the same family. Warboars are a Pygmy variant of the Lava Launcher, which is loosely related to elephants.

Horde of the spore: In the most northern warped forest, a group of rotund piglins serve their leader. Often called “Biglins”, these heavyweight pigs often search for things to feed The Devourer. The Devourer is very..heavy to say the least. He weighs about four tons, which is growing more and more day by day. He sits in a hollowed out hill, marinating in a sickly green broth of mushrooms and pus. His back has three large fungus boils, filled with blood and pus. It has this awful scent of unwashed skin. Rather than killing enderman, they sent the residents into the southern and eastern warped forests

Horde of the bastion: This horse resides in the bastion remnants that are left from ancient builders. The Unbreakable has a monopoly over the supply and distribution of black stone, as most bastions use black stone as a primary material. Interestingly, the Unbreakable’s arm is missing and composed of gold and gallons of lava (around 156 [btw I have no sense of weight and all]). This will harden and jam from time to time, therefore there is an addition role in the civilization. Those who change out the gears and lava risk their life daily, but nobody cares. Other than portal guards, who are adorning a modified arm blade and mace. The piglins in this horde often adorn excessive gold jewelry, with accents of quartz

The Great hog is one of the few piglins that doesn’t necessarily require a dynasty to succeed. The most recent ruler had been killed by an engineer and succeeded. How do they get the mass? The staff or spear they wield often gives them more muscle mass. They usually have a Seer, a piglin who studies enchantments, infuse the staff with magic properties. Said properties include necromancy or spontaneous generation. Not a lot is known about the seer, other than it’s about six feet tall.

[minecraft-crack-science]

Record of hermit sounds/calls

Bdubs: "sweet angel" "Oh yes" hissing, growls, (worping his voice to sound more/less threating) groaning,chuffs, roars

Scar: kisses, tchs, hums (hoots and haulers) when spooked, voice becomes giddy when it involves anything with blood shed, and deep when discussing his projects or products, hissing, (can't purr but can roll his R's)

Mumbo: eeks (more commonly none as enderman "tall people" distress sounds -due to most tall creators making similar sounds.) "Chuffed to bits" self insults, voice becomes gruffer when exited. Puns, groaning, barks when distressed,

Tango: hisses, growls, hums, purrs (a static like hiss that covers his voice when enraged) groans, meeps,

Grian: "y'all" squawks, squeaks, sputters (gangs a slight southern accent when shocked) "alright then", whistles

Xbcrafted: growls "oh baby" "gosh damnit bobby-"

Vintagebeef: groans, whimpers, whines moos(no I'm not fucking with you it's in a few of his season 9 vids), whistles

Xisuma/evilX: growls, snarls, hissing, roars, purring, "oh gosh" "oh my days" bleeps, groans, whistles

Impulse: bops, growls, groans, (voice becomes higher when displaying a negative emotion)

Skizz: hups

More data to come/ post on the comments if there's something I should add and if can tell the ep & time stamp

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

Joe can read and write every language that was ever able to be written. He can't speak any of them, though.

He can sound out the noises of written text he has in front of him, but he does it in the most horrible accents that would make any native speaker cringe. He also can't understand a bit of it if a language is spoken to him. ...Maybe because he's only used to hearing it in his own voice. Ever heard Enderman spoken with a heavy Southern accent mixed with Blaze intonations? No? Good. You don't want to.

~ Mod Shade

[butter-on-ghost]

Zoran doodles :D

[vermilionstarlight]

i think we are what we choose to become.

Hai! I'm Valerie, roughly young adult and over 18 (exact number is a whole bunch of nunya). I'm living in the southern USA, non-binary bigender (not really but sorta), and I use any pronouns. I'm officially God's favoritest and smartest little dykefag. I wasn't given a pussy because I would pull too much if I had one. I'm somewhere on the spectrum between commie scum, socialist cuck, and anarchist freak. I'm also just on the spectrum. Cringe is dead, and I'm the one that eated it.

My interests include: Disco Elysium, creative writing and world building, TTRPGs, politics, freaks of all varieties, taking pictures of the sky/sunsets/sunrises, the study of people, weird trans ppl (♥️), wrestling, transhumanism and shit, and fiction books.

Politics is mighty simple:

'ate terfs. 'ate america. 'ate imperialism. 'ate authoritarianism. 'ate cops. 'ate capitalism. 'ate the bougies. 'ate genocide. 'ate tankies. 'ate islamophobia. 'ate antisemitism. 'ate fascists.

luv me restorative justice. luv me education reform. luv me libraries. luv me palestine. luv me congo. luv me sudan. luv me piracy. luv me faggots. luv me dykes. luv me trannies. luv me freaks. luv me marxism. luv me freedom. luv me democracy. luv me happiness.

simple as.

Also little master list of my minecraft fantasy stuff so I don't lose track of them. I should probably update these someday with all my new little brain developments and ideas and such. Feel free to take a gander.

Cosmology (Kinda?), Gods and Stuff

Miscellaneous Tidbits #2

Goblin Culture/Anatomy

Enderman Culture/Anatomy

How the Magic System Works

Miscellaneous Tidbits #1

[unhonest-iago]

Not in Kansas Anymore

Aimsey was confused when xey woke up in a farmhouse on a hay bed

At first being confused as to how she’d woken up in her own bed as star had just been pushed off a ledge by Tubbo

Xey had felt the pain and knew their leg had been broken reducing xem to a limp but this wasn’t star’s bed

The unfamiliar patchwork quilt and emerald pickaxe leaning against the wall making that point crystal clear

‘Stay still.’ Was all xey heard of a gruff monotone voice as the unknown figure helped xem sit up. Taking a look at him, Aimsey saw long pink hair, blue overalls and a fluffy cottontail

Aimsey thought to xemself, ‘he’s just like me,’ star had never met another bunny hybrid before

‘How you’d get to the smp bun?’ Now noting the southern drawl in his voice.

‘What do you mean? I moved to the Dream SMP a few months ago.’ Confused as to what he was asking, Aimsey tried to rack her brain as to where she’d seen him before.

‘I’m sorry to break it to you but you’re not in Kansas anymore. This is the Origins SMP.’

‘Okay, it’s fine, it’s all fine and dandy.’ Techno watched as Aimsey tried to not panic. He offered star a place to stay while he tried to help her get back to what was supposedly called the Dream SMP

The two slowly got into a routine; Aimsey was more of a morning bird while Techno liked to sleep in. That was how Aimsey ended up running into Philza one morning

Philza knowing Techno forgot to check the hens for eggs, it being to the point they’d spoil.

‘Shit!’ Followed by a thump was all Philza heard before gripping the wooden sword on his person. ‘Who are you?’

‘Could ask you the same thing.’ Stubbornly not being the one to offer up information first, still annoyed that they’d dropped an egg

‘Fine, I’m Philza. Are you at the very least not trespassing?’ Having his fill of dealing with kids for the day

‘No, I’m not trespassing,’ the elytrian walked them back to Techno’s, curious as to if his friend had gotten a mate and how he hadn’t heard about it

‘Don’t know what his deal was’ Aimsey muttered to themselves as star made breakfast, hoping it’d wake Techno up faster. He’d been promising to teach star how to set up an automatic farm

Techno had also hinted that Scott, the starborne of the SMP might know something about getting Aimsey home

Aimsey personally thought that the half-enderman royal he ran into the previous day would know more with their teleporting abilities, deciding to just go along for the ride.

[aurabird]

Loose It All, Get Something Back

Joel’s episode got me in a writing mood~ This fic will contain spoilers if you have yet to watch any episodes from the 2nd session of Last Life but it is also canon-divergent near the end for the sake of hurt/comfort.

Something to note here is 3rd Life is kinda canon in the sense of a past-life or alternate reality. This also has no connection any of the Empires stuff I’ve written.

Also on Ao3

Tw: blood/violence and kinda invasive thoughts I guess?

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Joel felt a wave of relief wash over him as Scott fell, the man’s body vanishing in a cloud of respawn magic. He was cured, everything was going to be fine, he could go home now and pretend like nothing ever happened at all!

That’s when pain shot through his back as an iron sword sliced across it. Joel panicked and ran to the opposite corner of the house, another slice raking across his left leg causing him to stumble into the corner where he cowered. Pearl approached him, sword drawn and eyes full of vengeance.

“W-Wait! No! Stop! I’m cured! I’m cur-”

Joel never got to finish his plea as the blade was thrust through his chest. He coughed as he hit the ground, a few drops of blood trickled from his mouth before the world went dark.

Smallishbeans was slain by Pearlescentmoon

He awoke back in his cave, he probably should have thought that through a bit better. Realizing he’d just respawned Joel looked at the bracelet he wore, the heart-shaped gemstone now glowing a vibrant scarlet.

It didn’t take long after that for Joel to feel something wrap around his mind. A thick red haze clouding his vision. He saw the faces of everyone he’d just interacted with and the desire to bathe in their blood caused a grin to creep across his face.

Grian had mentioned something about possible bloodlust and murderous instincts being a side effect of the limited respawn magic in the world, but it wasn’t meant to be super serious.

Joel swung his legs out of bed and made his way back to Scott and Pearl’s cottage, hoping they would return his items to him, the urge to kill them still lingering.

They gave him his items back with the exception of the enchanting table that he had stupidly kept on his person and he left them with a warning, “You two better stick together like glue because if you’re ever alone and I find you, you’re getting an axe in the the back.”

He didn’t wait for them to reply before storming off, muttering under his breath, his grip tight around the handle of the diamond axe in his hand.

  Lava...a chest...a petty game...

Agony...burning flesh...death...

Fire...panic...a consuming inferno...

  The flashes stopped and Joel felt a chill run through him. What had he just seen? Were they visions? Memories? He wasn’t sure, all he knew was that it was in fact him in the scenes.

He...he was probably just tired, he needed to cool off, he needed to kill someone.

Ok, that thought was definitely not his own. Still, he ignored it, continuing to chalking up his delusions to exhaustion.

As if his day couldn’t get any worse, he returned to his base to find four of the Southerners and Scar snooping around. They were scared of him, good, they should be!

Their communicators buzzed and Joel saw Grian take a look at the device on his wrist “Lizzie just won four lives off of Tango’s game?!”

If Joel was mad before, he was furious now. Rage grew inside him, he began to imagine all the ways he could kill those before him and Lizzie but didn’t act on it at all. Not yet.

As the five visitors fled Joel noticed the enderman stuck in a boat, hissing as it looked in the direction the gaggle had just run off in. The man smiled deviously, breaking the boat and watching with pleasure as it instantly targeted Mumbo and caused panic.

He felt disappointment as the tall being was slain, if it had killed Mumbo then Joel would have had an ally.

“You still could...” he could have sworn he heard the haze in his mind whisper. It was true, all he had to do was shoot the already injured man a few times...he realized he had no arrows, a frustrated growl rumbled in his throat as a result.

Watching his prey leave Joel sat on the ground, looking through his chests to see if everything was still there. It wasn’t, his very small amount of iron and his diamonds were missing, fuel for the growing anger and vengeance he felt.

  Wolves...maniac laughter...a fleeing King and their Hand...

Shouting...an arrow...pain as it struck him in the heart

Blood on the sand...blood on his clothes...blood on a crown...

Blood...blood...blood...spill their blood...

  Joel stumbled back as the flashes faded. Like before, he’d seen himself and suddenly, he was terrified. He was playfully violent by nature, yes; but the version of him he’d seen... acted like a monster.

“Kill...blood...murder...”

“Get out of my head!” Joel cried, clutching it, trying to silence the intrusive thoughts.

“Make them pay, make them bleed, make them suffer...”

“No! G-Go away!”

“Kill them all, you know you want to!”

Joel felt tears drip down his face, he was scared, so, so scared.

“Joel?” came a new, yet familiar voice.

“Sc-Scar?” he whispered in uncertainty.

“Are...are you ok?”

Joel was silent for a moment. “N-No...I’m scared Scar, the bloodlust, I...I can feel it...hear it, I see flashes of myself, flashes of me baying for blood and laughing like a psychopath. Scar...help me, please...”

“Kill him, you can get his help that way”

“No! I...I don’t want to kill anyone!”

“Joel, Joel focus on me. Breathe slowly, in and out.”

He followed the advice and while his nerves calmed, the red haze did not go away.

“Feeling better?” Scar asked, getting a nod in reply, “Ok good. Now, you said you wanted my help?”

“In...in theory, if you give me one of your lives...I won’t be on red and things will be fine.”

Scar hesitated.

“Please Scar? I’m scared, I don’t like this...if the things I’m seeing are what I’m going to become...”

“Alright.”

Joel looked, Scar was holding out his arm, exposing the dark green gemstone that symbolized his lives. Shakily, he clasped his own hand in Scar’s, feeling a strange wave of energy pulse through him shortly after contact.

The haze in his mind began to fade and Joel’s eyes locked onto his own bracelet to see that the once-scarlet gemstone now glowed a bright yellow.

He then looked at Scar and smiled, “Thank you.” he said, a wave of releif washing over him.

Scar smiled back before replying, “Don’t mention it.” he paused, the glint in his eyes one of scheming, “Now, what do you say we try and figure out what happened to our enchanting table?”

[galaxies-unknown-a]

[ @sharpshooternomoremoxxie​ || From here.]

The hellhound continued to smile opening her mouth but moxxie voice interrupted and his southern ascent which he often hid came out. “ sally marie ya not be bugging that darn zombie again or i’ll have ya over meh knee! Be care with dat bow and arrow now no pointing it at others this means a you Johnny!” It was rare for moxxie natural ascent to come out and when it did it made the old hellhound smile. “ it makes me happy to see moxxie so happy that he let his accent come out. You both are doing a great job with him..

he use to be so shy and withdrawn but now he so outgoing. Yes we helping those mobs that don’t want to deal with the curious children and moxxie even texted his “uncle?” to come with his friend to join us also but if ya get overwhelmed ya welcome to step away to calm down.” two big wolves were pulling the pig from the spit so they could put it on the table and get it all nice looking for eating  and a enderman even wandered into the party unknowingly but after the kids were told not to look it in the eyes everything was fine the children were even amazed at the enderman’s block picking up skills which they tried to do but couldn’t which just added the awe to them.

Writer had yet to experience hearing the imp’s accent, so to hear it so suddenly in a yell was more than a little startling. They found their eyes darting about from one group to the next, before nodding towards the grandmother’s statement. The mention that Herobrine would be showing up... Calmed them, a little. At least they’d be able to hang out with their alternate.

“Best be careful with Herobrine. I know you all mean well, but he is a rather timid creature due to events he’d rather not discuss.” Korosensei warned. “Try not to crowd him, please.” The octopus chuckled. “Oh, I doubt I’ll get overwhelmed, but thank you for letting us know~.” He was 99% certain that Writer would be taking advantage of that. He, however, was more inclined to stick this out ‘til the end! After all, maybe some of them would try to take a shot at him, and he could see how hellhounds tried to kill something that moved fast enough to break the sound barrier.

“I hope Moxxie’s told you, but I guess I may as well offer an additional warning: you know about the multiverse, right?... ‘Cause Herobrine’s ‘friend’ is most likely an alternate of myself.” Which meant that there’d be two Writers at the same party... Not that they were complaining.

Herobrine had teleported to the party with his Writer, but the two, quite the socially-averse beings, were currently just trying to come up with an ‘attack plan’ for how they’d go about this entire thing. Dealing with Korosensei and his family was one matter- dealing with a veritable army of unknowns was driving the two up a proverbial wall.

“We were invited, ‘Brine... I doubt they’re gonna start attacking us...” Writer glanced towards the mass of hellhounds. Yeah, that was... A bit unnerving. They could already feel adrenaline beginning its course through their system. “... I’ll be right by your side, the whole time... We’ll be fine...” This was half-said to Herobrine, half-said to themself.