Pearl - “If I can trust you not to be like Grian”
Gem - “OHHH I am NOTHING like Grian”
(Nobody is. He’s special)
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People complaining about Minecraft have always used the argument “____ is useless!”
Counterpoint, if a mob is cute/cool looking to one kid or a block is exactly what a builder needs for just one project it’s worth it.
Minecraft doesn’t need to be a quest or adventure all the time. Sometimes it’s nice to get a more diverse world, a fuel for creativity, or just a prettier game.
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“Interrupting my Xisuma time Etho! This is my Xisuma time! I get VERY LITTLE Xisuma time!! 😡 No, it’s ok you can come back I miss you already 🥰”
-Gem
(They have a love/hate relationship lol)
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Grian fishing poem
(This poem is a palindrome so you can read it forward and backwards)
Fishing forever
Lost in time
I don’t know
Am I
Looking for the book
In the blue
Lost
To the sea
I dedicate my days
Now
Sitting in my shrine
Count the days
Count the hours
Cod
Salmon
I’m lost
In the blue
Will I find it
What I search for
Only time will tell me
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Minecraft People Of Tumblr, Who Are You Voting For In The Mob Vote?
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Official Poll Ends October 15th!
@spunshr00m @give-grian-rights @minecraft
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POV you have a nightmare and Herobrine calms you
You wake up drenched in sweat, your heart pounding and your hands shaking. A tiny yelp escapes your throat, but you stifle any more sounds out of fear of waking the sleeping man beside you. Your thoughts raced in your head, trying to make sense of it all, trying to rationalise what had happened. Everything happened so fast, you couldn't even remember what the nightmare was about.
A shift in the bed next to you. A deep, sleepy grumble, and hazy white eyes fluttering open.
"hey... mn... what's going on?"
Even though he was a gentle soul, a meek part of you felt embarrassed to be having nightmares at your age. Large warm hands snaked around your shoulders, strong arms pulling you closer. Your body was engulfed in his heat.
"did you have a nightmare?"
You bit the bullet and nodded.
"aw, baby... you should've woken me up sooner. Do you wanna talk about it? Can I get you anything? A hot drink perhaps?"
He was so sweet to you, so kind and caring, yet all you could do in the moment was lay bundled in his arms and grip onto his neck, burying your face into his muscular chest and weeping silently. Anything to make the pain go away.
"aw... it's ok... you're safe here. I love you."
He stroked your head and let you cry, keeping you warm and comfy, allowing your emotions to run their course and giving you freedom. He said nothing more, just the occasional whisper of affirmational words and soft spoken compliments and reassurance of his love for you.
"it's ok... you're ok here with me. As long as you're alive I won't let anyone hurt you."
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