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welcome to the hive mc!
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does any game burn your soul with such rage as building competitions in minecraft, ive only gotten the WORST rating on it and im not THAT bad. I KNOW IM NOT THAT BAD. I THINK
LIKE THIS IS DECENT WORTH A GOOD MAYBE BUT EVERYONE JUST DOWNVOTED IT I WAS SO FUCKING SHATTERED MAN THIS GAME TESTS MY SELF ESTEEM
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Highkey disappointed with The Hive MC (bedrock)'s block party. I remember how upset I was when the hive closed on java edition and how I could not wait to get bedrock for free (with having a java account) so as I could play block party again because it was like my favourite minigame from any minecraft server.
Pixel party on hypixel is no where near as good and screams of 'rip off because my competition is gone', and when I did get bedrock I was distraught that there WASN'T block party on the hive bedrock edition
I found out today that it had recently been added and I'm.... disappointed. It's nothing like it once was, it's flashy and resource-packed out the roof. The music is the same (or has been for every game I played). You don't get to choose the music. There's no selection of cool minecraft/indie songs, or villager talk inbetween. The platform is much MUCH smaller than it was. Powerups are way more frequent. It almost feels way easier and. Well, nothing like it was before.
I'm disappointed thoroughly and wish I hadn't hyped myself up so much for it :/
#I miss block party. i wish there was a way to get it back the way it was#ramble post#delete later#the hive mc#thehivemc#block party
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Heatwave Drabble
MC: God, how is it so fucking hot down here? Solomon: It's the Devildom. What did you expect? MC: I dunno! Maybe an ice tundra or some normal boring weather not a melt your skin off heatwave! Solomon: There's not much I can do to help you there, MC. What would you want- *Spots Simeon and Luke grooming their wings in the other room. Glances at each other* *10 minutes later* Simeon: You know, this isn't at all the appropriate use for our wings. MC: *Sighs, happily getting fanned by massive angel wings and being given an ice coffee from Luke* Does that mean you're going to stop? *Pouts* It's fine if you do. It's just- I've felt like I was dying all day and your wings is the only way I've been able to cool down. Luke: *Immediately falls for it* Don't worry MC! We're not going any where! Faster Simeon! Simeon: *Sighs and picks up speed* Solomon: *Cackles and cheers his glass against MC's* You, my friend are a diabolical genius. MC: I try.
#the hive#obey me#obey me shall we date#omswd#obey me dateables#obey me angels#obey me luke#obey me simeon#obey me solomon#om luke#om simeon#om solomon#obey me mc#obey me main character#gn mc#gender neutral main character#heatwave#obey me drabble#drabble#obey me fic#omswd fic#om fic#obey me shall we date fic#headcanon#obey me headcanon
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wanted to draw the girls from hunchback of notre dame 1 and 2 dancing cause they both have a red dress and i thought it would be cute
+ it always seemed likely to me that one of the triplets in beauty and the beast was only pretending to go along with her sisters... and due to that she’s good at playing a role but not so much at being herself so when she gets an interest in belle she suddenly turns real shy
do not erase the caption, use or rePOST my art (reblog ok)
#my art#fan art#Disney#Disney Pixar#The Hunchback of Notre Dame#beauty and the beast#wlw#Sapphic#lesbian art#femslash#disney femslash#the quality of hunchback 2 is really bad but love that movie#madeleine is really cute and i don't even mind her only existing to be mc girlfriend#when you think about it it IS weird they made a second movie just to give him a gf#but at least it was cute? which isn't always the case so... lucky!#also i get the triplets are just bg charas but them having a hive mind really bothers me#and my headcanon feels very relatable/understandable so u kno
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I'm not sure if you've answered this before but how does the elven hivemind affects elven half bloods?
It's the Elf Queen Amandil who links the young Elves to the Hive, but only after a period of seclusion during which the Elf child's parents have allowed them to build up a strong spirit. During this period, the child is only linked to the minds of its two parents (a period of around 20 years), then comes the turn of the inner circle, and when the Elf reaches one hundred years of age, he or she is linked to the Hive in its entirety.
Mc is therefore not connected to the Hive, and Elianna and Saschta, along with Tobias and Snow, are working to enable them to erect mental barriers strong enough to block or withstand any intrusion into their thoughts.
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A team of Bedrock players are on the road to win MCC, a java event. LETS 👏 FREAKIN 👏 GO 👏
#mcc rising 3#mcc#mc championship#blue bedrockers#Blue bats#huge w for bedrock players#Especially hive youtubers lol#Minecraft
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fuuuckkk.... take me back..../..
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#mc lyte#beyonce#black fashion#black women#black beauty#black hollywood#tyra banks#blackgirlmagic#megan thee stallion#kashdoll#rihanna#cassie#ciara#normani#naomi campbell#bey hive#cardib#chloe x halle#kelly rowland#lil kim#cardi b
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help im back on my mc bullshit
#my art#my ocs#vispera#shes for heir to love and lies#also bcuz that story is very heavily latino i wasnt sure if i should do a full mc ??? but i ended up just having her be#adopted by the grandmother cuz im white and i didnt want to like. co-opt a culture#nd the mc is canonically a fish out of water in terms of the culture#i did make her a lil tanner than i usually do cuz honest to god the only reason im white is i dont go outside and i get bleached by#led computer light LOL you should see baby link mf was reaching ariana grande levels of tan age 6 .#when i actually go outside i tan super easy every summer id come back like Toast. now im allergic to the sun since becoming an irl vampire#and i just break out in hives though lmfao. but naturally i was very much so sunny child.#i think its cuz im german and my real grandmother maternal side told my mom about how when she was a child (in the 1930s rural indiana) the#nuns from the city were ''racist'' youll see quotes why bcuz my grandma and her family were farmers and relatively dark skinned (for white#ppl) and the nuns would call them the n word w a c like nickel but with an r cuz they were german and oh my GOD THEY WERE FUCKING NAZIS#WERENT THEY WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK#OKAY. I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO ABOUT THAT.
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lmao you ever see a character and/or a ship on your feed of a series you have an interest in and you just know it is Them they are the Chosen Ones
#this is vee speaking#going through that constantly with the constant slam dunk revival that’s been on my feed for months now lmao#like i know it’s a kuukou stan that’s been putting some of it on my feed and the character they’re fixated on just from his looks#is so my type of character appearance it’s not even funny lmao#and who i presume is his girlfriend manager by the end of the series is also so much my type i’m embarrassed lmao#(bat hive mind exists in all spaces lol me and the bat homies sharing twst brainrot claimed scarabia on sight LOL)#not only that!!!! i’ve read only like five chapters of slam dunk but the red head mc has this calm best friend who understands him best#like by that point i’m already going ‘oh. oh no.’ but then i get on twitter 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#and the fanart i see of them 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 PLS I HAVE READ FIVE (🖐️) CHAPTERS ONLY DO NOT SHOW ME THIS DYNAMIC AND THEN SHOW BANGER FANART#I AM A VERY WEAK PERSON LMAO
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spot the difference
✅ cute
✅ adorable
✅ beloved by everyone
#bees#mineblr#mc#minecraft#minecraft bedrock#the hive#the hive mc#our friend took this photo#on his iphone!!
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Providing me with spore was a mistake, doesn’t help that the proportions are jank because I can’t access the thickness feature resulting in thin necks and Gestalt’s big chest.
#mag agent gestalt#hive madness project nexus#ghoul mc#madness combat#cursed#madness project nexus#madcom#spore
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If we’re playing minecraft on the hive and I get most taunt points in hide and seek, internally I am screaming at you to go fuck yourself and I’m better than you
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For Forever With You pt. 2
***This. Took. So. Much. Longer. Than. I. Wanted. It. Too. BUT IT'S DONE! Thank you all so much for being patient while I finished school and took a break, but I am BACK and I am so so glad to be. I hope you all enjoy this lovely little fic! -B***
Summary: A mortal human and an immortal wizard dating is great until something bigger than the world shakes them. War starts in the human world, and the supernatural worlds around them and Solomon can only watch as everything he has carefully nurtured for the past few years begins to crumble.
Part 1
Late 1930s
It turned out that life with you was riveting.
Solomon could hardly remember the last time he had felt so young and free.
With you, he took time to stop and smell the roses. With you, a decade that would usually be an insignificant droplet in his life has become a vibrant waterfall. With you, he is aware of every second, of every step, of every breath that he takes and just how valuable and rare they are to be shared with you.
He treasured you in a way that he hadn't treasured anything since he last sat on a throne in the days of old.
But just as his crown was eventually taken from him, so were the days of peace, joy, and love that he shared with you.
Lightning cracked outside your apartment windows as rain rattled the glass panes. He stood there, gaping at you as you walked around your apartment, packing your things.
"No," he whispered. "MC, please, you can't do this."
You glanced back at him in sympathy as you shook your head. "I'm sorry, Solomon. But you've heard the news; war is on our door step. I can't just sit back and watch, not when I have skills that help."
He gritted his teeth as he clenched onto the enlistment papers you had handed him to read — the very papers with your name written all over them. "If war is really coming, then we can go somewhere away from the war. Away from all of this."
You frowned as you blinked at your partner. "Wait, what?"
Solomon shoved a hand into his suit pocket, quickly magicking a wad of cash into existence before pulling it out in front of you. Your eyes bulged at the sight. "We run. We leave this damned country together. Somewhere the war will never find us. Somewhere safe."
You sighed as you put your hand over his and gently pushed the money back towards him. "I can't. These are my people. My friends. My co-workers. I can't just abandon everything when there's something I can do about it." Keeping your hands on his, Solomon's breath caught in his throat as you pulled him closer to you. "I'm sorry. I understand that you're concerned. But think of it this way, I'm drafted as a telegrapher. I won't even be on the front lines-"
"The front lines don't matter when there are bombs involved," He couldn't help but hiss back, his hands twisting around the money to grip tightly onto yours. "Hospitals were targeted last time. Camps obliterated. What if you're there when- Please, love. I ... I don't want to lose you."
He couldn't lose you. Not yet. Not this soon. He thought he still had decades left with you, not hours.
Your expression softened as you leaned forward and gently pecked Solomon's lips. He savored the sensation of your soft touch like as though it was his final breath of air before death. He clung to every second of your attention and affection that you gifted him with grasping, never-satisfied, hands.
He leaned into your delicate touch, as you cupped his cheek and pulled away. "Solomon, I will do everything in my power to come back to you. Just ... Promise that you'll be here for me when I return."
He closed his eyes, putting of his weight against you as he pulled his lips into a thin line. He wanted to make that promise, but there was more than one reason why he was asking you to run away with him.
You weren't the only one being called to fight — only his was with greater powers that he had been hiding from you.
"I'll do my best," he whispered instead. His heart clenched as he squeezed tightly onto you. "And ... When all this is all done, when we find each other again ..." his heart ached as he met your confused stare, "We never leave each other again. We ... We become forever."
He watched as your breathing halted and realization slowly lit behind your eyes. "A-Are ... Solomon, are you saying that you want to-"
He gathered your lips with his, suffocating the words before they dared enter the world. "Don't say it. Not yet. When all this is over."
You shakily nodded, new tears lining your eyes as you stared at him. "O-Okay. When this is over."
It turns out that was all easier said than done.
The war wasn't quick — Solomon didn't know why he expected it to be. It dragged on for a torturous amount of time filled with seemingly endless evolutions of ways to tear each other apart. Not a day went by that he didn't think of you and yet ...
He hadn't dared to send you a letter, or contact you in anyway.
Solomon didn't doubt that you had attempted to reach him, but he wasn't anywhere close to his normal address. He was traveling across realms, taking part in the supernatural side of the war. He was constantly surrounded by beings who had the ability to snuff out mortal lives with the snap of his fingers — he couldn't let them know about you.
So he went silent. He never spoke of you to anyone. He kept an eye on you and where he knew you were drafted from a distance and ensured that you were safe.
He hated it. God, he hadn't known that being apart from someone could hurt so badly. But he knew it was for the best.
Years passed. Victory was finally earned. The violence and blood shed began to settle, and the world became still once more.
So now he stood outside of the apartment that he hoped you still called home, a bouquet of blue hyacinths in hand and fear stewing in his gut.
With a deep breath, he raised a hand, and knocked on the door.
"Just a moment!"
Several locks clicked and suddenly you were there, looking just as captivating as the day you left.
Your eyes widened as they met his, your butter-soft, kissable lips parting shock. "Solomon," God, he missed the sound of his name dripping from your tongue.
"Hello," he whispered in adoration.
Hearing his voice seemingly shook you out of whatever stupor you had been in, as the beautifully stunned expression on your face melted into fierce furociousness and you began to slam the door.
The wizard quickly stepped forward and caught it. "MC, please! Just a moment!"
"No!" You shouted from behind the door. "You do not get to skip back into my life after abandoning me during a literal war!"
Solomon winced as the heavy oak door rammed against the side of his foot. "My love-"
"You don't get to call me that," you snapped, the door ripping back open. He nearly choked on his own spit at the heat behind the glare you were pointing at him. "I wrote to you daily. I called. And not once did I receive word back. I tried to visit you in the middle of all this mess, you know," you stepped out from your doorway and was now standing nose-to-nose with Solomon. "You weren't home. I asked about you, and even our closest neighbors somehow didn't know who you were. I thought you were dead, Solomon!" His chest ached at the utter grief in your voice as you screamed at him. Your lip quivered as a broken gasp bubbled up them. "Where were you? I- I needed you, and you left me after everything! After you- You had hinted that-"
He moved closer to you, regret pooling in his stomach regardless of how he knew his actions were for the best. Although you may not have wanted to be anywhere near him at this exact moment, he couldn't stand there and watch you fall apart. Without another word, he gathered you tightly into his arms, pulling you as impossibly close as he could and curling himself around you.
For the first time since he first saw your name on your enlistment papers, he could breathe.
"I'm sorry," he whispered as you sobbed into his chest, your balled fists punching against him. "I'm so sorry for leaving you alone. I ... I thought I was protecting you."
Your movements stilled at his explanation. "What do you mean? Are you a spy?"
There was no stopping the snort that ripped out of him. "Oh definitely not. Just ..." he let out a shaky breath and smiled at you. "Let's take this inside. I think it's finally time that I explained a few things."
You stared at him, and for a moment he feared this was the end, that he was about to lose the only mortal that he had truly cared about for centuries. But then you sighed, and you dropped your beautiful eyes to the ground as you stepped back and pushed open the door. "Fine," you breathed and simultaneously breathed hope back into his soul. "Fine. Come in, just ... Talk."
He nearly fell to the ground in relief, but quickly walked in, whispering thank yous under his breath as he did.
After an awkward silence as you made tea (complete with a splash of rum) and some cold sweets you tossed onto a plate, you met him back in the living room and sat sternly across from him. "You have one and only one chance," your words blew over him like the tundra's wind. "Speak."
He swallowed thickly, wiping his unusually calmy palms on his pant legs before taking a deep breath. "This ... This is going to sound insane. You might not believe me, but please, trust that I am telling the truth," your eyes narrowed suspiciously on him as you took a sip of your tea. He nodded in acknowledgment of your attention. "I'm a wizard, an immortal one at that. I was called by the powers of Heaven and Hell to fight the supernatural elements of the war and, as I do every time I leave a location, I wiped the memories of our peers before departing." You looked at him, face remaining neutral, before you slowly set down your drink. "Get out," you hissed, the venomous anger that lay barely restrained under your skin, finally beginning to break loose.
Solomon's heart plummeted. "Love, please. I promise, I'm telling the truth!" You laugh, your expression morphing into one of pure disbelief. "Are you kidding me?! Wizards? Supernatural? Do you even hear yourself?" You choked on your words as you shook your head at him. "If you wanted to lie, you could've done so without mocking my intelligence. Get out."
"I can prove it!" He shouted desperately, rising to his feet. "I can show you!" Without waiting for a response, he began moving his hands in familiar semantics, whispering incantations under his breath as glyphs float in the air for a moment before suddenly a large tome apparated into existence and dropped into his hands. He rushed towards you, flipping open the book and showing you the contents. "This is my spell book. Every spell I've ever created and/or mastered is in here. Look for yourself."
Your eyes widened, jaw dropping a little as you took in the display and the book now being thrust into your hands. You shakily flipped through the fragile pages and sure enough there was page after page of strange symbols and words written in a language you didn't understand. There was a tingling presence to the book that ran through your fingertips up your arms and caused you to shiver.
Solomon slowly comes to stand beside you, watching you take in the precious artifact in your hands. "I wasn't lying," he whispered softly. "I didn't want to go. They didn't give me a choice. Then it was too dangerous for me to stay in contact. I didn't want to risk you getting pulled into an ever greater war than you were already fighting."
At that moment, he wished he could read your mind. Your lips pursed as you continued flipping through the pages. His stomach twisted in knots the longer you perused. There was always the chance that you still wouldn't believe him and would brush him off. There was always the possibility you would believe him, but would be disgusted and would turn him away regardless.
It had all happened before. He didn't want it to happen again. Not with you. But he had no say in the matter.
The snap of the books pages slapping shut pulls his attention back to you as you look up at him. You silently hand it back to him and then you stare. Your eyes dig deep into his soul, they crawl under clothes and beneath his skin, they bury themselves into every mark on his flesh, until they close and you let out a tired sigh, falling against your chair. "That's- It's a lot to take in Solomon," you breathe.
He nods, shifting on his feet and trying to get some grasp on your body language, but the mask you've built for yourself is carefully locked in place and no longer budges for him. "I know," he whispers. "I know it is. But that's the truth, dearest. That's why I left. It's why no one remembers me, but you. Please believe me." You sigh, and run a hand through your hair. "I do, I just-" you cut yourself off, troubled eyes looking into the distance but not truly seeing anything. "This brings out so many more questions. How many other lies did you tell me? If you really are this immortal powerful being, what are you doing here? Why-" Your voice cracks and you finally look at him again — tears, that he has always hated but is now the cause of, lining your eyes. "Why did you chose to haunt me?" He can't handle it. He moves closer, getting down on his knees before you as he takes your hands into his own. "I don't haunt you. I don't have that ability," he lightly jokes before getting serious once more and coming just a little bit closer until your legs brush against each other. "I love you. It's true that I have told you lies before to protect my identity and keep you safe, but that has always been true. I stayed here because I love you. You enchant me, MC. In ways that, even with hundreds of lifetime's of knowledge, I cannot begin to understand," your breath hitches as he runs his thumbs across your knuckles. He leans in and ever so delicately presses a kiss to them.
"Please," he begs with the voice of a broken man whose only thing he had to lose was sitting before him. "I don't want to lose you. Not when we still have time. Let me prove myself to you again. No more lies. Just you. Just me." You hands slip out of his, and a single finger comes under his chin, tilting it up until he was looking at you. For the first time that evening there was something different glimmering in your eyes — a willingness and acceptance. "Alright," you say. "You get one more chance," your other hand swoops around to caress his hair, brushing it up and back away from his face lovingly. "Show me your strange funky world, magic man. All of it this time. Show me the real, Solomon." His body slumps in relief, silver eyes overflowing with the love for you that he has been floating in without you being there to share it with. "I will," he nearly whines. "I will. I promise." And he did. It wasn't easy, but he spent the next year showing you all that he had always fought so hard to keep secret. He introduced you to magic, to other strange and greedy witches. He showed you his demon pact symbols that are burned into his skin, and brought back delicacies from the other realms and taught you about their existance. Slowly, you were introduced to a whole other layer of the man you were already enamoured with. A man who wasn't sketchy or mysterious as people so often thought him to be — but who was curious, childlike in his wonder, and hungry for the knowledge of everything around him.
This Solomon was lighter, even happier than the one you loved before.
And after a year of magic and witches and spells and demons and angels, you approched Solomon as he worked on a potion in your kitchen and pulled out a ring.
You asked to marry this strange wonderful man, and Solomon felt the worlds around him still. You asked to stay by his side, not just for this life time, but to aid you in doing so forever, and Solomon felt the air escape his lungs.
You asked to swear yourself to him and him to you in a pact that no magic could ever comprehend, and Solomon's heart nearly exploded alongside the potion on the stove.
With shaking hands, and trillion reassurances, he said yes. And with a single potion, a piece of paper, and beautifully personal ceremony the two of you were bound together, until the ends of time. It took another month after your marriage and consumption of your immortality potion for him to realize that this was real.
He would never be alone again. ***Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, I've been trying to write this for so so so long and I'm so happy I finally got it done! Thank you all so much for your patience and hanging around while I worked on these two! I love them so much. I hope you guys do too! Thanks! -B***
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To the guy on Hive that I was dueling against godbless
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