#still trying to figure out the endermans from the end design and name

[deztryx]

Enderman and creepers in my mcsm fallout au :3

Plus soren is kinda here

I'll try to draw the silly mutant mobs later today if I can ^^ I rlly wanna tell yall about the mobs and how they got effect when the radiation spread. I also may added other mobs to the au like bears and scorpions and etc >_<

School been killing me and I've only been back for 2 days ☠️ also been kinda sick too so idk ejdgejgehsehgej

[triskelion-soda]

Kaleido

I posted her already, but I figured I'd just make a post with some info and stuff. I'm too lazy to go really in-depth on her lore (there is...a lot and more in the works) but here is some basic info:

Name: Kaleido (real/original name is Korbyn)

Age: Not really sure, I see her as roughly early 20's.

Species: Half enderman, half ender-corrupted human

Lives: In a stronghold. She's refurbished it to be of her own liking, with a cleaned out library, nice rooms, storage full of things she's collected, and even a little bedroom. However, the portal room has a lot to be desired; the end is constantly corrupting/seeping through the portal, and she has to use her powers to stop it.

Powers/Weapons: Shield which she takes everywhere, Trident with Mending and Loyalty 2, can teleport anywhere in the Overworld as long as she knows the place very well (the farther it is away, the harder and longer is takes to teleport), mild telekinesis, not really a power but her jaw can unhinge like a regular Enderman's, other ender-related powers....

Weaknesses: Super cowardly and doesn't like to fight at all, scared of confronting people, still weak to water (although it takes slightly longer to damage her fatally than it would with a pure Enderman), can't teleport between dimensions, easily flustered, anxious

Accessories: Glasses, end stone bracelets/cuffs with obsidian crystals, stolen cape

Friends: Has a zombified wolf pet :3 She also has some other acquaintances across the world, but I'm yet to design or develop them.

Other facts:

-She was originally a self insert, but I'm kind of trying to distance herself from me now, in favour of creating a proper story. I still see a lot of myself in her though haha, our personalities are remarkably similar.

-Her ender pearl is embedded in her chest under her clothes.

-She's kinda tall, but considerably shorter than your average Enderman.

-The Stronghold that she lives in is in a taiga biome, on the coast.

-I imagine that she has lots of scars under her clothes.

-Her hobbies include gardening, reading, poetry, and collecting rocks, blocks, and other trinkets.

-I will be updating her skin at some point. The colours, layers, and other features of the design need to be reworked.

[the-satellite]

Hello friends and welcome to ☆Hateful Nostalgia☆. I was exposed to the mob talker mod WAY too young bc I was an unsupervised child on the internet watching mod showcases and SkyDoesMinecraft. Looking back these sucked, the stories were often bland and the designs were milk toast at best and tits out at worst. So for the sake of procrastinating on working on anything substantial I grabbed the main 6 I remembered and gussied em up. Redesigns, rewrites, better names, all that bullshit. If your interested in better photos, design notes, story details and rambling hit the basement, otherwise here's a line up you should click for better quality.

Also I wrote all this once before already but I deleted it like a dumb bitch. On the night Unus Annus was murdered in front of my eyes no less. Was a rough fuckin night.

The Creeper- Kupa. An explosive pyromaniac with a habit of making empty threats and yelling. She protects what she believes to be her territory with a suicidal passion, but if you manage to get her to cool down and soften up she's pretty sick to hand out with. Hard of hearing, has at least one bout of head trauma at all times, and deathly allergic to cats.

Because the creeper is kinda the og I wanted to reference AT2's design more than the others, but I'm p sure the only thing I actually kept was the red hair and brown gloves. Otherwise I was doing whatever. I really wanted to lean into the explody bit of creepers, so I gave her some bite and dressed her in clothes referenced from Irish railroad workers. This may also be why I keep imaging her with a very heavy Irish or Scottish accent, whichever would be most incomprehensible when angry. Every color but her skin was color picked from one of the references, with some minor alterations for makes my eyes happy reasons.

With Kupa I imagine a story line with her would largely be about her as a character and her development than like an actual adventure narrative like everyone else. She starts off ready to blow up both you and herself in a misguided attempt to defend what she sees as her's and opens up and learns not everyone is out to get her. Lots of time taken to understand her childhood and how she ended up how she is. Very simple, probably the default or tutorial run people would go through.

The Zombie- Bee. The ill husk of a missing explorer suffering from a less than conventional appetite. She wallows in her self imposed loneliness, believing herself to be an irredeemable monster doomed to hurt those around her. What she really needs is a buddy and some clue to who she used to be. Rough voiced, chronically fatigued, and prone to spontaneous combustion in sunlight.

 I definitely consider this one the weakest for design sadly. I imagined Zombies as humans who went into strange caves and caverns and didn't come out for years, only to pop up as completely different people. I just tossed AT2's design. The first thing I did was make her a bit of a genderbent Steve and tinted her green bc Zombies in game are just Steve but green. Tore up her clothes, colored picked the darkest colors I could from the clothes on the in game and boom, Bee. I do vaguely regret not making her eyes pure black but I also still wanted her to be human enough to fit with the other overworld mods.

 Ok so Bee actually has a basic story. When you meet her she's aggressive, but as a warning. She fears the possibility she may hurt somebody so heads for threats immediately. Going back and forth between her cave and village for a while you learn more about the situation with the missing folks who come back and Bee as a person. After a bit you pick her up off her depressed ass and start a nocturnal adventure of refinding your past, adapting to who your becoming, overcoming self destuction, and slow burn babey!!! 

The Skeleton- Ulna. One of the few surviving warriors of a now destroyed kingdom and dead culture. She spends most of her time now traveling alone, hiding in trees and shooting anything see sees as a threat- which is everything- in the face with homemade arrows. Very much suffering from loss of her home and a bad case of lost purpose. A woman of few words, very antisocial, and naturally nocturnal.

 I came in with the Skeleton wanting to make her seem mysterious, so my first thought was immediately a cloak and a mask, but I wanted her face to like be visible so I went with the face paint. I didn't actually know that I wanted to do under there so I went with wraps that are reminiscent of the original outfit but still not tits out bc it's so fucking easy! Gave her a quiver, color picked the cloak and face paint from the in game model and the wraps from AT2'S art. I did like. Subconsciously draw her eyes the way I do Asian characters but I didn't have anything specific in mind so like go nuts with what you think she is.

 Ulna's deal is very much her lack of purpose or home and the entire thing is about finding that again. She's found sitting up in a tree during a storm pointing a bow and arrow into your face. She eventually let's you stick around until the storm is over and theres some bonding into deep night until the rain stops. You ask if she wants to come with on your little travelling sword for hire business, she says sure, sleep schedule shenanigans, backstory angst, and road trip bonding happens and she eventually decides that helping people is her new purpose and you're her new home

The Spider- Park. A young adult experiencing the world for the first time through her tribe's rite of passage. She's really just trying to figure out how to live life outside of the cave she's been stuck in her entire life and aggressively trying to be an independent adult despite not knowing anything about being an independent adult. Its projection. Blind in the daylight, naive and excitable, and taken to refusing help at her own risk.

 Ok so. I don't know who looked at the spider and said "purple haired loli with puffy pants" so I once again yeeted the whole thing, only really keeping the kinda cutesy and childish bits. Spiders are a tribe of humans what live in caves unless they've broken off to live on the surface. Kids are kept inside until they hit a certain milestone, where they come up to explore at night. They're usually small and pale, but are pretty kickass when necessary. Again picked the colors off the in game model, played with the lightest gray for the skin, and bc I couldn't figure out anyway to use the stripes so they're on the patches lol.

 Park's meeting is probably the funniest and most meet cute one here, in that she accidentally drops on top of you from a little cliff drop off. Cue loads of apologies and an explanation about the spider deal and being blind in light. She asks for some help getting around and bam babey friendship and emotional attachment! What follows is kinda a buddy of coming of age story with the obligatory goes home and is miserable scene. Generally it's just about being a scared young adult and having someone to fall back on and why that's important. Also crushes and young people being bad at that.

 The Blaze- Amber. A demonic entity who would let the world burn and the sun die if it meant she'd get her soul back. She's known for being ruthless, taking souls through force instead of making deals like other Blazes. Keeps this forceful nature even once she's become friendly, makes you do dump shit. Territorial, eyes glow and dim with her life, and runs remarkably warm.

 Amber here is the first one I actually did! I was just. Really tired that she was in a bikini. I decided early on I wanted overworld mobs to be human and everyone else was decidedly not, so Blazes are demons who gave up their souls under false pretenses to other Blazes. Because of how little clothes AT2's design wore I had essentially free reign and my thought was immediately to lean on golden knight bc of how Blazes are found protecting fortresses. The gold isn't picked from anything bc I was looser with the colors, but everything else is, and the hair is supposed to represent the smoke. Also the sticks in her hair are blaze rods bc I don't like them just floating around her.

Amber is found in the Nether obviously, protecting a fortress and immediately trying beat your ass and either incinerate you or make you give up your soul. During you prove yourself a p damn good fighter and she makes a deal to show you how Blazes exist and pursade you to give your soul up willingly. Bonding happens and she explains where the souls go and what happened to her. Insert line about how she dug in the sand for her soul until her fingers bleed bc I'm an Arcana freak lol. In general I'd just like her to learn to adapt to who she is now and learning to live life well instead of letting her anger burn her up from the inside out.

 The Enderman- Violet. A confused but sweet young bit of void created by and connected to the Ender Dragon. Her relationship with reality is tenuous at best and abusive at worst, making stable existence rather difficult. She doesn't know a name, age, gender, anything about herself aside from that she likes sweaters. Communicates primarily through psychic connections, docile and sweet, and melts like a witch in water.

 Violet was incredibly easy, so this may be way short. Endermen are decidedly human shaped void from the End with varying sentience. They're direct extensions of the Ender Dragon, and nobody knows how they're made or where they come from, not even they do. Adventurers who escaped The End say they seem scared of it though. Violet in particular is pretty damn new and extraordinary nonconforming, and I tried to show that with her sweater and ponytail. Once again, literally all colors picked. Definitely the simplest but one of my favs.

Violet is the sweetest meet up I think. As your traveling between villages you notice a strange enderman watching you and plant a little flower in front of her. She picks it and you hear a happy little trill come from you and a pretty voice say thank you in your head. Now you have a tall dark teleporting travel buddy! After a little bit of back and forth she tells you in some broken English that the Ender Dragon made her but she doesnt know how, and that it's bad and needs to be killed for the sake of Endermen and that's the new goal. Spoiler they're the corrupted souls of those that died fighting it, with it gone Endermen are free to exist as their own being and do whatever, hurray!

[audreyandherocs]

Thea's Cave: Chapter 3

Thea walked without a real destination. Only following her gut instincts. It was an adventure though, she thought. Before, she wasn’t just learning for the sake of comparing to her past experiences and not really taking anything else around her. Now, she was really taking in the world.

It also helped that she had two companions around her, especially so when she knew she had someone watching her back.

Mobs were still a tricky thing but after a while, she learned to just create a small shelter to rest when things got too haggard. She even resorted to digging a small pit in the ground to rest for the night, with only a ladder and trap door as the entrance.

It was unnerving to hear the mobs walk above her, sensing her presence but not seeing her.

When morning came one day and Thea had walked a few ways away from the pit shelter, in the midst of fishing, she had come to a realization too late that she was leaving a trail of shelters in her wake. She hadn’t bothered to clean them up or filled them up, leaving them open for people to come across them.

She both balked and laughed at the thought of people wondering who were leaving these shelters.

‘If there were other players’ thought Thea faintly as she looked at her haul. She only expected to fish out…well fish but she didn’t know when other things would appear. It ranged from things like string to even a saddle and an enchanted book. She sorted through her haul, throwing out unnecessary things and keeping what was important.

Eating her cooked fish around a campfire, Thea listened to her dogs chewed on their rotten flesh (which Thea was glad they enjoyed and the fact that item had an actual use then pain). Night had fallen and she had dug into a small mountain side to make a temporary shelter. The weather was nice so she just made a little gate for the entrance. Torches flickered around their post, casting shadows across.

Mobs still tried to approach but they were safe nonetheless.

Thea finished off her food and let her wolves clean her hands. She giggled at their tongues and sighed, looking out at the night. Lately, she didn’t feel like sleeping much and the time she did, her sleep would between short and long. Sometimes, she wasn’t even tired.

Tonight, was one of those times.

Glancing at her wolves, she noted how tired they were getting. She petted them, cooing at them to sleep before Thea walked out of their shelter to do some hunting and exploration.

Mobs came her way as usual and Thea fought back, hoping that by the end of it she would be able to sleep.

Slowly she fell into the swings of her sword, absorbed into the motions that she barely heard the shuddering hisssssof the creeper. Light flickered and Thea snapped behind her to see a creeper about to explode. She cursed, noting that it was going to be too late to run.

Her shield moved in front of her as she prepared for the inevitable blast when she heard a WHOOP! She glanced back to see a black figure behind her, long arms wrapping around her before everything shifted.

There was another WHOOP! and Thea saw she was a few ways away, a pit where she was once was. The pit was too big to be created by one creeper and Thea had the shuddering thought that there were actually more than one. She wouldn’t have survived the blast and who knows what would’ve happened.

As her bearings steadied, realization slowly creeped in that she was teleported. She turned behind her, slowly shifting her body to see an Enderman peering down at her. Her eyes flickered to the side, not keeping direct contact with the mob.

“Did you…did you help me?” she asked hesitantly. Her hands nervously gripping her sword and shield.

The enderman spoke and she almost caught the words.

“E-Excuse me? Could you repeat that please?”

“⊬⟒⌇ ⟟ ⎅⟟⎅”

Yes

“W…why?”

Thea not realizing she heard the Enderman speak and she understood.

“⎅⍜ ⊬⍜⎍ ⋏⍜⏁ ⍀⟒☊⍜☌⋏⟟⋉⟒ ⋔⟒ ⊬⍜⎍⋏☌ ⍜⋏⟒?”

Do you not recognize me young one?

“I…recognize? You recognize me? From where?”

“⌰⍜⍜☍ ⏃⏁ ⋔⟒ ⏃⋏⎅ ⊬⍜⎍ ⍙⟟⌰⌰ ⌇⟒⟒ ⋔⟒”

Look at me and you will see me

“But…isn’t that forbidden?”

“⎎⍜⍀ ⋔⍜⌇⏁, ⏚⎍⏁ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏃⍀⟒ ⍜⋏⟒ ⍜⎎ ��⌇”

For most, but you are one of us

“One of,” she stuttered, her hand flying to her head as everything around her wobbled. Her head throbbed as flashes of images popped into her head.

End cities, endermen sprawling around and mingling. They surrounded a child as she peered at them, confused and wabbled. Hands fed her chorus fruit. The dragon’s roar shook the domain and she sang to it to calm it. An endermen king, Endlantis-

Thea’s face was covered with cold sweat, her pink eyes glowing similarly to the Enderman in front of her. She placed her hands on her face, her skin resembling the sand in the End, running up to her hair that was not black but with hues of purple. Purple particles were disrupted from her hair, fluttering around her. Hands willed to forcefully release their grip on her scalp were lowered, then inspected. The tips of her fingers (with nails a bit too sharp) were black and slowly gradiating up to her forearms.

Too many similarities to be passed of an enderman. Traits of endermen.

Thea slowly lowered herself to sit on the ground, body stiff from her observations. “So…am I an enderman?” she asked quietly.

“⊬⟒⌇ ⏃⋏⎅ ⋏⍜. ⊬⍜⎍ ⏚⟒☊⏃⋔⟒ ⍜⋏⟒ ⍜⎎ ⎍⌇ ⏚⎍⏁ ⋏⍜⏁ ⍜⎎ ⎍⌇”

Yes and no. You became one of us but not of us

The words were cryptic but she understood. She became one of them, in a way where she shared traits of them and could understand their language. But she wasn’t one of them as an Enderman.

“An Enderman but not endermen” she spoke, looking at the being in front of her.

The enderman nodded.

“⟒⋏⎅⟒⍀⋔⏃⋏ ⏚⎍⏁ ⋏⍜⏁ ⟒⋏⎅⟒⍀⋔⟒⋏” it repeated.

“So…what does this mean…” her hand gestured to the two of them.

“⋏⍜⏁ ⟒⋏⟒⋔⊬ ⏚⎍⏁ ⋏⍜⏁ ⌇⏃⎎⟒ ⏁⍜ ⏃⌰⌰”

Not enemy but not safe to all

Thea nodded and took in a deep breath. She looked up at the sky, seeing the stars shift and the moon making its way. Dawn was approaching as she looked at the enderman, casting her head down in a bow.

“Thank you.”

The enderman whooped and chirped at her in greeting, before the tell-tale sound of teleportation heard. The enderman was gone with only bits of particles.

Thea stared at the spot, releasing more shuddering breaths before making her way back to the shelter. She had become tired as she planned, but she didn’t know if the weight of the information would let her sleep.

She would have to try anyways.

Part of her mystery was revealed, but more questions remained.

Thea had taken a few days before settling back out into the world. She used those days to absorb and forced herself to accept it. She spent her time, jotting the notes down in her journal; detailing what had happened and the information that was given to her. It also contained bits of her journey and memories that she thought was worth noting.

That she was the youngest of three siblings. Two older brothers. She had lived between the void, darkness, and the End cities. She spoke to Endermen but was not of them. She knew a man whose face and name eluded her, the only features that remained was a green and white hat that sat upon golden hair, with large black wings.

When she needed a break, she would go back into her main hobby of drawing. She had done drawings in her journal, but it was nice to have designated sketchbook. When that was not enough, she went out to explore the world. As she sat among the flowers, watching her wolves romp around, a thought came to her.

Although there was some part of her that wanted to return to the void, the darkness, and End, she liked it here. She liked exploring the world, the land and sea. She liked being on her feet and getting into fights every so often. Though it would be nice to have a place to call home, she liked wandering.

She liked her freedom. The ability to choose and live how she wanted. To do what she wanted.

In some part of her, she knew she would be forced to make choices but at least it would be here choice. Even if she wasn’t presented a choice-

Thea moved on from her little nook, her thoughts settled but her body no longer. She set off into the world, following her gut once more and enjoyed the freedom of exploration.

But as soon as she had re-started her wandering, she would come across a place called L’Manburg.

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