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ivys-garden · 23 days

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More Minecraft ideas, what part of Minecraft needs improvement?

You're wrong, it's ponds.

Ponds, lakes, lava pools. They all suck in Minecraft, they end up just being big holes in the ground with nothing interesting about them that make the landscape ugly and hole ridden

Now you might say “Ivy, literally no one cares” and to that I say, wheesht and accept my ramblings ya donut

So, how do we fix Ponds? It's simply really: make ponds generated structures.

Ponds would now be generated structures taking up one chunk, with an actual human made design to make them, you know, look good. There would be, say, 100 or so different designs to stop them looking to samey (they'd be so small that something like that would be feasible)

Lakes would be done similarly, only with the key difference, they would be made up of 4 chunk “cells”, each making up a corner of the lake.

ponds and lakes in plains or forest biomes would be made of blocks like mud and dirt.

Ponds and lakes in deserts (or oases if you want) would be made up of grass and sand

Ponds and lakes in tundras would be frozen over on the top layer of the water and with clay spawning around the water

Now, let's see some things that can be found in ponds and lakes:

Frogs

Nothing new here, frogs and frogspawn are most common ponds, pond frogs also only come in the green frog varietie.

Perhaps the oasis can have a desert rain frog variant that gives a purple frog light

Toads

Toads and toad spawn can be found in lakes and ponds in forest and plains biomes. Toads emerge from toad spawn in the same way frogs do. Toads have an exaggerated size, being double the size of the frog

Toads come in several colours (Green, Brown, Yellow, Orange and Lime) but these colours do not harbour any game mechanics (in other words: sorry but there are no toadlights)

Toads will eat all mobs with wings, that being the Parrot, Chicken, Phantom, Bat, Bee and the player if they are wearing an elytra, so watch out.

All the aforementioned mobs are scared of Toads, making them and effective deterrent to phantoms in particular

Cattails, Reeds, Rice, Algae and Papyrus

I'll just do all the plant life stuff at once (these will generate dependent on the pond or lake cell)

Algae is a new decorative blocks that can be placed on water

It will connect to other blocks, creating an unbroken surface across the water

Algae has a bright green hue and can be found in both ponds and lakes with the same frequency

Papyrus is a new plant that spawns naturally in the oasis, it is used as a more efficient way of making paper as it can be bonemealed and only one papyrus is needed to make paper

Rice is a plant that grows in water in lakes and ponds spawning in cherry groves.

Rice can be used in two recipes:

Rice Bowls:Putting rice, a bowl and any meat together will craft a rice bowl

This food source that can be eaten twice, eating the meat and then the rice

Sushi: putting rice, dried kelp and one fish into a crafting table creates Sushi, a foodsoarch that can be eaten instantly without playing the eating animation, not very nutritious but good in a pinch

Cattails are a purely decorative plant found in ponds and swamps

Reeds are more common around rivers and lakes, being a fern like plant that grows two tall.

Reeds can be used to craft a new item: Pan Pipes

Combining 3 reeds and 3 string will create pan pipes, these can be played to draw passive mobs towards you so long as the button to play them is held down.

Pan Pipes can also calm neutral mobs like wolves, iron golems and bees, but doing this instantly focus the Pan pipes into cool down

Pan pipes have a cool down double that of the Goat Horn

Bagpipes

By putting Pan Pipes, 3 iron nuggets, 3 red wool and 3 green wool together you can make Bagpipes.

Bagpipes have durability on top of having the same level of cool down as Pan Pipes. Bagpipes cannot be enchanted.

Bagpipes have the ability to PERMANENTLY pacify all hostile mobs in the chunk the player is in.

Bagpipes will break after 10 or so uses

Willow and Palm

Willow and palm are new wood types, Willow spawns around lakes and ponds and Palm spawns around oases.

Willow has a dark Bluish-green colour, complementing mangrove, where as Palm is a desaturated pale white

(These will generate depending on the pond or lake cell)

(Part 1/3)

#minecraft suggestions #minecraft ideas #minecraft #ponds #part 1 #part 1/3 #the beginning

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quitealotofsodapop · 7 months

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[suddenly the Eclipse twins, the Lunar Nodelets, and the rest of the adopted kids come waltzing in for supper time.]

Lol, when was even the last time Canon!SWK even saw his Chen? That will be one hell of a trip!

[Canon!Mac: "Why do you both have like 13 kids!?" Canon!SWK: "And is one of them... is one of them a bone demon!?"]

Not a word about the ink demon, I see? That's mean.

[Canon! Shadowpeach: "SHE'S WHAT!?"]

Can't imagine Canon!MK having an any better reaction. AU!Bai He gonna need to do some talking later.

[Luzhen's egg got made with added bonemeal]

Also, the questions about Luzhen!

"So, did you guys make a kid?" Canon!SWK looks over the little look-a-like.

"Nuwa and Hou Tu did."

"Huh?!"

"I suspect genetically he is my brother."

"HUH?!?!"

Canon!SWK gonna be on the floor, all curled up and wheezing in ultrasonic decibels from THAT revelation.

[Canon Shadowpeach are paralyzed the first couple of times the Nodelets ran up to them for hello hugs.]

I get why and I understand why, but, man, I feel bad for the baby!

[Canon shadowpeach are more taken aback at how]

...complicated the pregnancies and births were - sympathetic connection, energy sharing, symptom feeling, the natural disasters during births...it's quite a lot.

I feel like, Canon!Shadowpeach be taking notes to maybe use a surrogate if they ever decide to have kids XD then again, they would be better informed as to what to expect, so who knows.

Does make me wonder how the rest of the Wukongverse took to the fact that the births caused storms/earthquakes. Wait, where they around when Shadowpeach were pregnant with the Nodelets? Cus, imagine them walking in all like "Heyo, we're here!" only for an earthquake to knock them off their feet! What'd they even do? The youngers probs distracted with Bai He and Yellow Tusk, middles maybe gone out to help the big kids because sitting makes them feel useless, the elders probs doing their best not to freak out, I guess.

[Lol, when was even the last time Canon!SWK even saw his Chen? That will be one hell of a trip!]

Since, Lotus Lantern's Chen Xiang has yet to be mentioned in the LMK verse, I bet Canon!SWK/"Dawn" hasn't seen his tudi is literal centuries. Au!Chen looks to be in his late 20s/early 30s, so it throws Canon!SWK off a bit. When did his little tudi get so big!? Probably a reunion hug or two occurs between them.

Canon!SWK, delighted: "How are you even here? I though you bit the mortal dust like centuries ago." Au!Chen, nervously: "Uhhh... it's along story. Basically I did a You and got trapped for a while." Canon!Macaque, nodding: "Ah say no more." Canon!SWK, confused and a little offended: "What do you mean Did a Me?"

Chen and the AU!Shadowpeach refuse to clarify for the rest of the meeting.

[Not a word about the ink demon, I see? That's mean.]

Tbf, Mozhi the Ink Demon looks mostly like a goth palatte swap of MK, so the Canon LMK Character's have a moment of "Wait is that an MK or another kid?" before the ink demon straight up jumps into a magazine.

Canon!MK: "Was that the Curse from the Scroll of Memory!?" Au!MK: "Yeah. I accidentally gave him an indentity and he lives here now." Canon LMK gang: "..." Canon!MK, a little nervous: "OK, I guess thats a thing to look out for too." Canon!SWK: "How is he as a housemate?" Au!Macaque: "He leaves ink stains and unwanted psychoanalysis everywhere... but he's good at telling stories to the kids." Mozhi (from the magazine): "I'm not allowed tell them the good stories though." *pouts* Au!SWK: "We told you; no telling the cubs about homicides until they're at least sixteen."

Canonverse decides to keep Mozhi in mind for if MK ever tries to seek Cursed Scroll therapy in their world.

[Canon!SWK gonna be on the floor, all curled up and wheezing in ultrasonic decibels from THAT revelation.]

Canon!SWK: *on the floor curled up and wheezing* Smokey: "You just found out too, huh?" Canon!SWK: *nods head while whimpering* Cherry: "We gonna join you so we can all freak out as a group." Canon!SWK: *scoots to let the other two curl up too* Cherry, Smokey, and Canon!SWK: *anxious wheezing*

[I get why and I understand why, but, man, I feel bad for the baby!]

Aww, don't worry. After confirming that Yuebei is all Baby and no LBD, the canon Shadowpeach duo would start reciprocating the hello hugs. They don't want her to develop a complex that indirectly repeats history afterall.

[I feel like, Canon!Shadowpeach be taking notes to maybe use a surrogate if they ever decide to have kids XD then again, they would be better informed as to what to expect, so who knows.]

They def take notes from the Au!Shadowpeach about what to expect and of the hurdles/symptoms they both had. It actually soothes them a bit to know that theres even at least an alternate version of them who've gone through natural kid-making, and have lots to share. They do pause at the "pregnancy debuffs you" and "labor causes magic to go haywire" parts tho. Maybe they'll organise something with Guanyin so Megapolis doesn't get literally rocked by the arrival of a Shadowpeach baby. And they def arent gonna be both pregnant at once like the Au duo did accidentally (Eclipse twins + Nodelets) - at least one of the Canon!Shadowpeach needs to be at semi-full power to protect the other + the Monkie Kid crew.

Canon!Shadowpeach def keep it quiet to the rest of their crew that they're thinking of having kids. Don't want Mei and MK to get over-excited and spill the beans to all three Realms after all.

[Does make me wonder how the rest of the Wukongverse took to the fact that the births caused storms/earthquakes.]

The other monkeys arrive in the TMKATI universe for a Wukongverse meeting, not realising that they've wandered into the AU!Shadowpeach's delivery date. Lots of monkeys are rain-soaked and literall shaken.

The adult monkeys are out there literally pulling the earth back together and reversing winds so that the damage isn't so great. The younger monkeys are inside freaking out cus this is New territory for them. Bai He ends up being the one to distract for a change, she sticks on a cool baking show on the tv and the kiddos are all gathered in the sitting room/kitchen until the shaking stops.

#wukongverse #lego monkie kid #lmk #the monkey king and the infant #the monkey king and the infant au #pregnancy tw #long post #shadowpeach being parents #lmk chen xiang #lmk character ideas

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imhereformysciencefriends · 6 months

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@mcyt-yuri-week Day 6: Sleep!

You know I had to go for that good good puffychu angst. Read on AO3 here

Things were different now. Things were different here. Niki didn’t need to fear sleep, here, because the nightmares would all but certainly leave her alone. Right? She no longer barred herself in her room, no longer woke up in places entirely separate from where she’d put her head down. She didn’t wake to sores and scratches, to bruises where she’d flung herself against the iron.

Niki didn’t—she was better. She was supposed to be better. She wasn’t alone in her cavernous, empty city anymore. She had a little cottage in a little circle in a snowy glade out with her friends. She wasn’t the same naive girl who followed, wide and star-eyed, after a boy with big dreams and bigger betrayals. She wasn’t the same embittered wraith that burned down the symbol of her own heart and locked herself away in stone walls, metaphorical and literal.

She was a woman, a little rough and a little soft, bread burnt on the outside but still doughy in the center. But she was here, and she was fine, and she shouldn’t have trouble with sleep, still.

Some weeks were worse than others. Some weeks were better.

Sometimes, she was bundled up in a blanket on Technoblade’s floor, back pressed against Steve’s flank and any number of wolfdogs clamoring for the prized spot of resting on her lap. Sometimes, she was on Phil’s couch, mug of tea in hand and mechanical bits and bobs slowly overtaking his floor, chatting while he worked late into the night. Sometimes she was huddled together with Connor and Ranboo in Ranboo’s living room, spitballing and discussing the absolute worst pranks known to human or hybrid-kind until they nodded off one by one. Sometimes, she was in Puffy’s new place, fresh built walls and a fresh-woven blanket draped over her when she woke in the same chair she’d fallen asleep in.

And some nights, she went about her day, and fell asleep in her own bed as thoughtlessly as she brushed her teeth or washed her hair.

But some nights, she laid in that bed and stared at her black ceiling, dark and safe without monsters nearby, lanternlight flickering weakly in through her windows. And stared. And stared. And stared. For hours. She’d toss and she’d turn, maybe, but mostly she just stared, sleep nearby but refusing to visit her.

But some nights, she’d go out mob hunting, justifying that they always needed bones for bonemeal, always needed arrows for the unenchanted bows, always needed rotten flesh to butcher for the dogs and bears and foxes, always needed spider silk for its many uses and gunpowder for—

And she’d go logging, after, because their woodfires were ever burning, and who didn’t always need more wood? Go mining, sometimes, because it was a Player’s code to mine and hey, they could always use more stone. Well, that wasn’t true. But coal! Coal was plentiful in uses, and iron, and gold, and lapis when she dug that far. Even got herself a few diamonds doing it.

And she’d glance at her cute little cottage she’d built herself and the dark, warm little bedroom upstairs and she knew the bed was in it but she couldn’t go to it, she went out to work in their greenhouse for a little late night gardening or wandered over to the village to get the best early morning deals or hell, she even went fishing some nights because hey, all resources are good resources, and while steak was filling the same taste over and over and over again got a little boring!

Some nights, she picked up a boat, picked a direction, and just rowed.

Probably for the best, when she did that. Made it so the phantoms wouldn’t haunt the commune. So that nobody else would know—

Except they did. They all did. Even Connor knew, and Connor didn’t know fuckall about anything. No, no, that was rude, he was–he was fine. Niki was the one with the issues. Niki was the one with dark shadows under her eyes, with a pinched face, legs and arms that moved too slow, an attention span that kept wandering. Niki was the one with a waning appetite and flickers in the corner of her vision.

She needed to sleep. It was factual. It was a basic bodily function that all people did and needed. If she kept going like this she was going to be too shaky to aim right at the phantoms. She could get really hurt. And then her friends would worry, and yeah it was a nice thought that they’d do that for her, but far more pressing was that Niki could not, under any circumstances, inconvenience them more than she already did with the mere fact of her existence.

But every time she thought about the bed in the dark in her room she got—

Maybe, maybe she’d—but then they’d ask questions and Niki didn’t have answers. Well, she had the answers, but she didn’t want to share them. Probably. Who knew! God, it was like she was back down there again, back alone in her underground city with room for everyone she’d ever loved and not a single soul to visit her.

“Hey Niki!” Puffy called brightly, startling her into a jump.

“Puffy,” she said, and she couldn’t quite stop the way her voice came out a little forlorn, a little wistful. “Hey, how are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good,” she said, her fluffy woolen hair stuffed into the neckline of her coat and making for a fashionable, natural scarf in the winter weather. The velvety insides of her ears were pinked, though, and Niki felt the absurd urge to reach out and warm them up between her palms.

The two had quit dating a while ago. Move on.

“I was wondering if you were up to anything tonight?” Puffy asked, and Niki hesitated.

Because, no, she didn’t have plans. Other than avoiding her bed and the phantoms in equal measure. On the other hand, this very much sounded like an invitation, and a roof could keep the phantoms quiet as they stalked and waited for her to exit, but if Puffy wanted to do something together after nightfall, it’d become clear as blades that Niki had something wrong with her.

“Why do you ask?” she hedged, trying to soften the shape of her words enough to make up for how rude she was being.

“I was wondering if you wanted to do a hot chocolate and book reading night with me!” Puffy said, like this was some sort of commonplace convention and not something she’d just made up. Niki couldn’t stop the giggle. Puffy was always like that, brash and bold and striding forward in a straight line. It made the way Niki cringed in the shadows feel all the more sickly, but she couldn’t help but grasp after that brilliant light that fell off of Puffy wherever she walked.

“That sounds really nice,” she said, more genuinely than she thought it’d come out. Already she could feel her shoulders relaxing, the way her body curled towards the little sheep woman like pins rolling across a desk towards a magnet.

“Sweet!” Puffy said, removing one mittened hand from her coat pocket to grasp Niki’s own, dragging her across the commune to where her nice, neat little house now stood.

Ridiculously, Niki felt the urge to surround Puffy’s house with flowers, reminisce about the store they’d run together—

Stop. They were friends. Nothing more, probably not anything less. Between the Egg and the Syndicate and the nuke that almost went off, their romance had gotten shot so dead, Niki wasn’t sure it could be revived. But the nice thing about a blank slate was they could write whatever they wanted on it, and maybe Niki could do it right this time. She could start by not feeling ridiculous feelings every time she and her friend hung out.

Inside, Puffy stomped snow off her hooves and trotted over to throw another log on the fire before stripping out of her gloves, hat, and coat. Niki hung her own winter wear over the back of a chair, stomping snow off but leaving her boots on. Since Puffy didn’t wear boots to take off, her floor had a tendency of collecting dirt and grime, so Niki figured 1. she wouldn’t mind it, and 2. it’d be wiser for her poor human feet.

“I’ll get started on the cocoa,” Puffy said with a bright smile, making her way towards the small, already-growing-cluttered kitchen. A dishmaid, Puffy was not. “You go find something that’d be fun for us to read!”

“So, what, we’re just reading to each other tonight?”

“Yup!”

Niki laughed softly and examined Puffy’s bookshelves. She only had the two, a modest selection on them, and mostly nautically themed. She saw a copy of one of Techno’s favorite anthologies, probably “loaned” to her from Connor, who had gotten it from Niki, who had borrowed it from Ranboo, who’d been lent it by Phil off of Techno’s shelf. It never left the commune, so Techno didn’t really mind, but he did make a great huff about it at Phil from time to time.

“Have you had a chance to get through this at all?” Niki asked, lifting the anthology from the shelf and holding it up where Puffy could see. Puffy glanced at it over her shoulder, then resumed stirring the cacao powder into milk and sugar on the stove.

“I haven’t, actually! That’s a great idea, we could pass it back and forth between us that way.”

Niki tucked the book under her armpit and leaned against the doorframe near the stairs. Upstairs was the bedroom, down here was the livingroom, bathroom, and kitchen. It wasn’t a particularly large house, though Puffy had never claimed herself a builder. It was cute, though, and despite its newness, felt lived in. Less lonely than the little cottage and the little bed waiting back for Niki.

Her head tapped against the wooden frame and Niki realized that she was nodding off while standing there. Shit. Get it together, or Puffy’ll notice. She’d been spacing out, too, oh no, what if Puffy had said something to her? She didn’t mean to come off like she’d been ignoring her—and she was far too awkward to ask.

Puffy poured the hot chocolate into two mugs and scooped them up with careful bravado. “Alright! So, I know I keep my place colder than you non-woolen folks tend to like: do you wanna do this on my bed? That way we can huddle under a blanket together.”

There was something to Puffy’s cadence that seemed almost practiced, but Niki mentally waved it off as her being tired. Part of her wanted to make a joke about Puffy inviting her into her bed, but she wasn’t sure enough of their relationship to know that it’d be well received.

“Blankets sound nice.” She’d have to be particularly mindful not to nod off in Puffy’s bed. This was just… two friends hanging out. Gals being pals. Puffy insisting on yet another weird social get together, like eating meat so spicy it makes people cry, or like the punch bowl at the banquet—

“Let’s go,” Niki said, turning and leading the way up the stairs. Cutting that line of thought off right quick. Puffy’s hooves trotted up the stairs behind her, and Niki took in the little bedroom as she rounded the bed at its center. It was cute. About what Niki might’ve expected, if she’d expected anything. A picture of Foolish, Michelle, Foolish Jr., and Finnley was displayed proudly on the nightstand next to a small lamp. A chest that looked like it could’ve come straight out of a children’s book about pirates sat beneath the windowsill, the sleeve of something sticking out from the closed mouth. The little potted flower Ranboo had given Puffy as a welcome gift sat neatly on the sill, and strings of sea glass hung from the top of the window. Niki was sure they would’ve glinted nicely in the sunlight. A second nightstand had a scattered assortment of earrings and necklaces, which Puffy shoved out of the way before setting a mug of cocoa down, and handed Niki the other, which she set carefully next to the framed photo.

Puffy then corralled Niki onto the bed, pulling up the big, soft, quilted duvet up around their shoulders and Niki happily tucked herself in.

“Oh, shoot, you’ve got feet,” Puffy mentioned, setting her mug right back down and hopping off the bed. Out of the chest, she pulled a second blanket, and tossed that over Niki’s lap. “Sorry. Hooves, you know, I forget.”

“I didn’t mind,” Niki said, but couldn’t deny: this was cozy as hell.

“You wanna read the first one, or should I?” Puffy asked, and Niki smiled over the rim of her mug.

“I can,” she said. The cocoa was still a little hot for her tongue, anyway. Puffy cuddled up next to her and Niki only blushed a little.

Some chunk wedged inside her heart tugged loose, and Niki could feel tension bleed out of her like a bottle uncorked. She leaned her head on top of Puffy’s, careful not to get a horn to the face, and read the now-familiar tale of Apollo and Artemis’s births. The cocoa held in Puffy’s hands wafted sweetly, filling the space with soft scent, and Puffy was a warm little furnace against her side, heat trapped beneath the two blankets and pillows at her back. It was with some reluctance that Niki handed the book over to Puffy, but her own mug was cooled enough now, and Niki did admittedly want to take a sip herself.

It was with Herculean effort that Niki kept her eyes open during the tale of Narcissus and Echo, Puffy’s voice even and steady and warm. Niki found her mind wandering to how nice it was. She must’ve had plenty of practice reading to her kids and grandkids. Niki didn’t catch much of the story itself, admittedly, but she’d read it before, herself. She knew how it went. Far more captivating was the warm mug cradled between her palms and the warm line of the woman against her.

Niki finished off her mug before setting it down, and mercifully perked up a bit when it was her turn to read.

Mnnmgn, the words on the page were a little fuzzy, but Niki just read slowly and tried not to yawn. Despite reading the tale of Kronos out loud, by the time she reached the end of the story, she couldn’t have told you what it was about.

She’d slouched a bit, without realizing it. She slouched further now, Puffy shifting next to her as well, getting comfy. They were propped up against the pillows, but only barely might’ve been considered upright. Instead of leaning against the top of Puffy’s head, Niki now found herself pillowed against Puffy’s shoulder. And when had she gotten there? She should sit up straighter, like this she was going to…

Fall asleep.

Niki found herself, shock of all shocks, in a very pleasant dream. No iron bars or burning cities or ghosts of men she’d trusted, she was on an adventure of some sort, wild but safe and happy. She was in the middle of locating a geode when she was thrust suddenly back into the realm of the waking, the shoulder she’d been so warmly pillowed against yanking upwards.

Niki let out some undignified noise and flailed, briefly, but even over her own sounds she could hear the gasp wrenching out of Puffy.

“Puffy?” she asked, bleary and disconcerted.

“Fuck,” she heard Puffy say, quiet, just a breath. Then Puffy was untangling herself from the blankets, and in the moonlight from the window and the soft glow of a sea-lantern nightlight by the stairs Niki saw—she was shaking.

“Puffy?” Niki repeated, more awake, more concerned.

“I’m fine,” she said, too fast, too abrupt. “Don’t—worry about it. Everything’s fine. I’m just—gonna get myself some water.”

Too much like she was running away, Puffy all but bolted from the room, down the stairs faster than Niki could respond. Niki clicked on the lamp and had to do her own detangling from the blankets—Puffy must’ve tucked her in—before deciding to throw one around her shoulders like an oversized shawl. It was cold, in the middle of the night, and if Niki had any inkling of what was going on, she was sure Puffy might like the comfort, in a minute.

She followed her downstairs and found Puffy bent over the kitchen sink, tense as a strung bow and breathing slowly, deliberately.

Niki approached her slowly, and from the side. No surprises. No threats. Just a friend, and a friend’s concern. She settled a hand on Puffy’s shoulder gently, and Puffy groaned. Scrubbed at her face with one hand.

“Fuck.”

“Nightmare?”

Puffy grunted, nodding shallowly.

“It happens,” Niki said, quiet in the stillness of night. “I get them all the time. We can talk about it, if you like?”

“No, no, tonight is supposed to be for you, I don’t wanna saddle you with my baggage,” Puffy groaned, still sounding slightly short of breath.

Niki frowned. “What do you mean, ‘supposed to be for me?’ I thought we were just hanging out?”

Somehow, beneath her hand Puffy grew even stiffer.

“Puffy?”

Puffy groaned again, dropping her head and scratching at her hair. “I just—you’ve been, you—I don’t have to lie to you, Niki! You know we know you haven’t been sleeping,” she said, some mix of exasperation and self-consciousness.

Niki flinched back, snatching her hand away. So this was— Eugh, she’d worried everyone, dammit, she knew it. Stupid little Niki, foolish little girl, problems bleeding out all over the place, couldn’t keep a lid on that shit no matter how hard she tried.

But at the same time, despite the immediate guilt of weighing others down with her problems, it felt… relieving, too. To have someone say it out loud. Like the sting of ripping a bandaid off. It hurt to hear but, well.

“I just—wanted you to have a nice night. Catch a few hours. Do something fun.”

“It was fun,” Niki said honestly. Drinking cocoa and reading stories—it was really nice. “I had a nice night. But it’s okay if you need me to help you, too.”

Framing it like that, it didn’t feel quite as much like admitting that she needed help. Like helping Puffy too was less burdensome than simply needing Puffy’s help.

Puffy was silent, a moment. Rubbed a hand up against her eye, then forehead. Let out a long, shaky breath, then nodded.

“It was the Egg again.”

“It’s back?”

Puffy barked a laugh, a hollow, bitter sound. “No, no, it’s still taken all to pieces, scattered around in iron boxes so it can’t reform. It’s gone and dead. But I still…” Puffy gestured vaguely at her forehead. Niki resettled her hand on Puffy’s back.

“I get it.”

“I feel so guilty and—stupid, I held out so long against it but in the end I still—” she hiccupped around a soft sob, and Niki drew her closer.

Pulled her into the crook of her shoulder, pulled the blanket around the two of them so they were both beneath its warmth. Pet a hand down Puffy’s woolen hair and pressed her face against the top of her head, nose fitting neatly against Puffy’s hornbed.

It almost shocked her, how, despite how much the two of them had gone through, how they’d suffered and recovered and changed, Puffy still fit against her so perfectly like this. Still slotted so neatly into her arms, against her body, perfect height for Niki to rest against, her thick arms around Niki’s waist.

“You were so strong,” Niki whispered, holding Puffy as she trembled and choked back sobs. “You were strong, and fought against it so bravely. It’s okay if it didn’t go the way you hoped it would. In the end, we got you out, and you helped us destroy it, and now you’re here. That’s what matters.”

“It killed my son and I still went to it!”

“Shhhh,” Niki soothed, petting gently through her hair. “You fought your best. It didn’t fight fair. Foolish is okay, too. He’ll have his own nightmares, but none of them were your fault. I was there that night—you did everything you could.”

“I didn’t—”

“You did.” Niki felt slightly bad to cut her off, but Puffy needed to hear it. Or at the very least, Niki hoped she did. “You did,” she repeated, softer, “and it’s okay if it wasn’t enough. Sometimes, even when we give our absolute best, it still isn’t enough. But we lived to try again another day, and now it’s dead and we’re still here.”

If Puffy had anything else to say, it was drowned out by her tears, no longer able or willing to hold them back. Niki held her as she cried, occasionally murmuring soft nothings that got lost within her hair. She held her as Puffy’s fingers dug into the fabric of her shirt. She held her as she trembled. She held her as she wept.

It was hard to say how long the two of them stood there in the dark of Puffy’s kitchen, accompanied by only the moon and starlight. But eventually Puffy settled. Scrubbed at her eyes and blew her nose. She did get a glass of water, then, and the two returned to bed hand in hand.

Niki cuddled up against her very deliberately, then. The cat was already out of the bag: she was here because Puffy knew she had trouble sleeping. And Puffy needed the comfort too, bundled up in blankets once more and still a little sniffly.

“Thanks,” she said, voice raw.

“You too,” Niki returned softly, and closed her eyes.

Puffy was warm and small and dense. Her arm was once again settled around Niki’s shoulders, and Niki stretched an arm of her own across Puffy’s hips. The two of them probably needed to discuss… this. This thing between them. If they were trying again, if they even still could. Niki was still achingly fond of Puffy, and from the events of tonight she didn’t think herself hopeless in praying that Puffy might feel the same. But that was a daylight conversation. Tonight, they could both really use some sleep. Niki closed her eyes, basking in the warmth radiating off her, the way chocolate still lingered ever so faintly in the air, the steady firmness of muscle and bone beneath her cheek.

Niki went back to sleep counting heartbeats instead of sheep.

#Niki Nihachu #Captain Puffy #Puffychu #CaptainPuffy #Niki #Nikki #dream smp #DSMP #mcytyuriweek2023 #mcyt yuri week #my writing #haro writes #insomnia #cuddling #hurt/comfort #nightmares #listen. you didn't think I was gonna do yuri week without doing the CLASSIC puffychu angst did you #tho tbf I'm a day behind #my beloved is visiting for the weekend and I have been Distacted

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There was a roofed forest that I spotted from the top of the tree, so I headed off towards it. A roofed forest meant mushrooms, and mushrooms meant food. I never liked the taste of mushroom stew. But with some dandelions thrown in and it was passable.

I stopped in my tracks when I got close enough to see the disaster. There was lava pouring down the side of the mountain bordering the roofed forest.

I quickly blocked the lava off, careful to save it to come get later when I had a bucket. I harvested enough saplings and mushrooms to use for myself even if the fire spread more than I was expecting and consumed the full forest. Void knows once you start a fire in a roofed forest it would burn for days.

I also found a new creature in the birch forest next door. His big nose and tiny ears reminded me of--

Something. Again. It was like reaching for a tool in my belt after a respawn. There was nothing, I knew there was nothing. And yet?

I could also see the size of the bear's claws. Haha, no thank you. I was gonna leave this creature alone until I had better armor and weapons.

Or any armor at all, really.

Right. Well.

I found this cave in the cliffs next to where the fire had started!

The light is what drew me in, after all the lava was gone and it was starting to get dark.

Gathering glowberries and moss this early on would give me a great source of bonemeal, and a way to mine out large areas without needing a beacon or enchantments. It would also save me from needing to find any in a cave.

I also decided to spend the night dug into the walls of the lush cave. I didn't find much, mostly stone and a single piece of iron, but it was a start!

Instead of making a bed, however, my crafting table offered up something else instead. A sleeping bag. Much more portable than a bed; it only used three wool, no wood to be seen. It also seemed to leave my respawn point at worldspawn. Which, while exploring in the future, would be amazing!

It meant I would need to make a proper bed once I found a place to live, but for now? It would work.

#with love #day 2 #modded minecraft #story blog

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pjchatters · 1 year

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Honestly, I think it would be really funny if the Bad Boys and the Clockers just started fighting over the title of being the entire server's main food supply.

For now, both groups' tactics are to give away food in exchange for favors or for an alliance. Currently as it stands, the Clockers are in an alliance with T.I.E.S. and Nosy Neighbors after giving cows to the former, and promising unlimited meat to the latter. However, what they don't know is that the Bad Boys promised a lifetime supply of bread to both of these groups as well. They didn't make an alliance, but they did ask for gold which was a key ingredient in their plan to kill Scar and Cleo. The fact that their ally indirectly helped kill them is pure irony.

Another person they promised unlimited bread to is the Mean Gills, specifically to Scott, and this group isn't allied with anyone yet. You might think they'd ally with the Clockers, but honestly, I sincerely believe they would ally with the Bad Boys. Scott is basically the Bad Boys' only friend, or at least the most friendly towards them. Scott also said he wants to remain on their good side, so this leads me to believe he'd choose to have an alliance with them rather than with the Clockers. Martyn is also a go-with-the-flow kinda guy, he'd probably agree with Scott about the alliance even if he thinks the Bad Boys are a menace.

But another reason why I think they'd ally with them is because they've been given unlimited bread, and they wouldn't want to lose that supply, so it's in their best interest to be allies with them. The Clockers weren't able to offer their meat to them first, the Bad Boys beat them to it, so it’s highly likely that the Mean Gills’ loyalty would be with them.

It’s really turning out to be a matter of “I will ally with the first group who gives me unlimited food,” which will hopefully triumph over the “dislike for the Bad Boys” as a basis for an alliance. The question now is, can the Bad Boys and the Clockers keep up with the demand? Well, let’s see what they have in terms of food production.

The Clockers have cooked beef. The Bad Boys have bread. Both cows and wheat are easily farmable, and the advantage of cooked beef is that they give twice the hunger points and saturation over bread, while the advantage of bread is that they are craftable and you don’t need to spend time and resources cooking it. They’re both good food to live off of, and they’re stackable. However, there is one factor that sets bread apart from beef, and that is...

Availability.

In a series that takes place inside a small, enclosed space, animals become extremely scarce and valuable (as shown many times before), and if they kill them all then that’s it, they’re gone. They don’t respawn. Wheat seeds, however, are easily obtainable as long as there’s grass around to punch, and if there isn’t any, then you can use bonemeal which can be easily obtained by killing skeletons, which can spawn as long as there’s darkness.

So, if someone like Joel, the Cow Killer, goes around and killed all the cows in the server, there would be no beef left to trade, and the Clockers would be put out of business. The others would then have to turn to the Bad Boys and their Bread Bridge, and we all know the Bread Bridge isn’t done expanding. Ideally, the bridge would extend to the front door of every single group, giving everyone easy access to an abundance of wheat and bread, and I don’t think anyone could resist the temptation of breaking all those crops and taking it for themselves, with or without permission from the Bad Boys.

But what if killing all the cows backfires on them? What if instead of coming to the Bad Boys for food, they retaliate by growing or catching their own food and causing everyone to hate them even more? They’ll 100% end up being the first ones out of the series.

But anyway, the point I’m trying to make here is that all of the current alliances are based on the promise of unlimited food, and there are currently two main groups (so far) serving as the main food suppliers. And I think it would be incredibly funny if a food war starts between them and they start killing cows and blowing up bread bridges, meanwhile their alliances keep on switching between bread and beef and betraying the other group constantly, directly or indirectly.

We’re laughing at the hilarity of Bread Bridge now, but I can guarantee that it’s going to be The Bad Boys’ trump card, and will hold great importance over the course of Limited Life.

#limited life #limlife #24lsmp #the bad boys #the clockers #limited life smp #pj chats

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hi-im-erick-and-this-is-my-story · 7 months

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The goat of wisdom ep 2 s2

The group now with limited time and a plan, the group headed south.After a long walk they came upon a wooden hut on top of a fenced hill that was full of sheep near it was a stable.Erick without hesitation allowed himself in, the group followed him all though a bit hesitant of the mans confidance. they knock on the door and it opens to a shepard, a large goat man with yellow eyes, white fur and gray horns.

???- Erick? whats going on?

Erick- hey Rivel we need you. you see we need to make a cure for kings rot.

Rivel- KINGS ROT! well of course, i suppose you also need me to help you gather the ingriedients for it?

Erick- yeah, do you perhaps have any sheded horns my immortal old dude?

Rivel- i just made them into bonemeal for composting, but i can get you a bit from the pair i have on me, it will just be a bit harder as they are young

Erick- ill help you chip a bit

Rivel- all right, come in

the group quickly enterd, the souleaters and soul not quesitioning anyting about the conversation as it seems Rivel and Erick are good friends. After a second things quickly broke to chaotic laughter as Erick and Rivel tried to chip a bit of Rivels horns in the most weird ways, first tring to cut a bit with a knife then a cleaver and in the end they used an axe which was the succesful yet most deangerous attempt. After they got thier horn chip Erick bagged it and put it into his giant backpack. then they took a map from Rivels house and set off on Rivels horses to the lost kingdom to get the water of youth.

#my story #my stories #my writing #original character

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sorrelssurvivalendventure · 1 year

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Entry 4.6

So this post was supposed to be about how spruce trees are great because they can turn moss into podzol which you can turn into dirt for renewable dirt faster than the azalea trick. However. Right now it's just eating all my bone meal.

[ID: Minecraft screenshot of four spruce saplings on a patch of moss surrounded by stone taken in the End. End ID]

I needed that bonemeal for texturing :(

#sorrelposting #the grand endventure #entry 4

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volthcworld · 11 months

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First post! The world so far.

Hello Tumblr

This blog is gonna be about my Hardcore world, the things I do in it and the things surrounding it! This ranges from building farms in game to making the Youtube videos about them and everything else I do for this world.

From start to end

The beginning

Apologies for the clickbaity thumbnail, i dont like it either.

This is my 10th Hardcore world, hence S10. There was really only 1 other noteworthy world, S9, but its boring ahh hell compared to S10. The death of that world is what is referenced in the first clip of the vid

As usual the first thing i did was get to the End asap and beat the dragon. Lowkey speedrunning means if i die during the hardest part of the game, i lose pretty much no progress.

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The video is literally just me beating the game relatively fast, and instantly getting like 3 elytras cus of sheer luck. Nothing super interesting compared to the kind of shit thats coming up.

"Early" game

Early game for me is probably not like the casual Minecraft, i pretty much start with an elytra and loot from the End cities.

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Video speaks for itself mostly, i looted an Ancient city for Swift Sneak, made an xp farm, got more gear etc. all necessary to do basic stuff. Theres also a tutorial for an iron farm :DDD its very in depth and amazing! Oh and also a "stone farm" (stone generator), mob farm and yeah its still not that interesting.

The wither skeleton skull gathering compilation at the end is one of my favourite sequences ive made in a while now. Hades music is so perfect for them.

Time for farming

Hooooly shit i can barely even begin to tell you just how many farms are in this episode, its probaby best to just watch it and see for yourself.

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Noteworthy is the ancient city i neutralize, you might think thats an impressive feat or that its brave. Thing is, im not brave, just fearless. Anyways like i say in the video pretty much all farms that i built are materials for a storage system somehow

Turning point

This is around the time shit hits the fan. I built a medium sized storage system that sorts out literally almost everything in the game. It features a whole bunch of sick storage tech from the storage tech discord, wired up together by myself. Right around this time, not mentioned in the video, i also switched to loading all of my farms into boxes automatically. Thats right, shulker boxes. Almost every farm i have and build load their stuff into boxes by now. This allows me to bring actual metric tons of items around without needing to load and unload everything out of shulker boxes first.

The Hole

The massive hole i made with the funny machine in the video is for a purely decorative build. The plan is to build the entire terrain from bedrock up to custom mountaintops. This is quite the task and overwhelms me constantly so i have barely worked on it.

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The present

This is where the video series ends, but like you can probably tell, theres a whole lot of stuff i do for 1 video. The next video will be on its way, and it will contain 3 farms and some work on the massive building project in the hole.

If this image overwhelms you, dont worry, me too. The monster of concrete and redstone components on the left is a massive and overpowered dirt farm, that happens to also produce cobblestone, spruce logs, moss and azalea as byproducts. Designed by CUANS_FANG its more insane than i ever need it to be, which is what i strive for now. On the right side, the tower made out of moss, is a bonemeal farm, specifically Chromoss cubes by Hexatron (?). It produces enough bonemeal to keep up with the dirt farm and dumbs its overflow into shulker boxes in the storage.

The storage of this farm, shown in this image, sorts out every item. Theres a mass crafting station to turn clay balls into clay blocks, a super smelter to turn those clay blocks into terracotta and a small bone meal powered wheat farm directly fed by the bonemeal output.

Clay balls? you might ask, but the dirt farm doesnt produce those?

Thats where the clay/mud converter comes in. You can stand at the input, get fed dirt directly from the dirt farm output and place it into the converter, which pushes the dirt through the converter, turning it into mud and optionally converting it to clay. The output is send up via a water column to the central storage of the farm.

This took me like a month to put together and build, and ive used like, none of the things i got from it LMAO. But it will be useful in the future im sure (coping).

And the latest and greatest, the bamboo farm. Its ilmangos hopper minecart flying machine thing with box loader thing. Its uuh, a bit fast. Gives me the new bamboo wood really quickly tho! Dont ask me why this was the first thing i did for the new update, i havent gotten any cherry wood or armor trims LMAO, thats up next tho :).

The future

This is the latest thing that happened to the world. Next up is getting armor trims. Then ill probably be building another tree farm that lets me farm cherry and azalea as well! Will be posting stuff about it here :3

#mineblr #technicalmc #minecraft #youtube #Youtube

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traitorvalkyrie · 1 year

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Hi!

I promise that I'm still here, that I'm still making things, that the hardcore world is still going strong. But today, I wanted to showcase some places around the Hardcore World that I just love because while I was running around and grinding materials for a current build, I hit 5,000 in-game days.

And I want to do a little something to celebrate.

This one was a joke. And I want to do more with the idea, but we all know that draining ocean monuments is so last year.

This build is just a little outpost from when 1.17 came out and things started shifting for how the world generated. I have every deepslate ore and several axolotls here too.

This is a build that represents that one day I will try more redstone things. maybe. (I don't want to.)

This little ruin is built around the spot where I first popped a totem in the world. But it also has been a jumping off point for so many more things I want to do.

The Tower of Achievement is just for me. It's things that I've managed to do, things that I want to celebrate. (And features some names from people that have been around to see this world grow and change).

Now this one you look at and go "hey traitor that's just a bunch of glass in a room that you used ominously once" and that is true. But the better fact is that I knew I needed this room almost 8 months before I showed it on stream. I dug this one on my free days, traded glass, grinded for the bonemeal to make dye, and then had it finished almost 4 months before the stream I would use it in.

And it's not the only location like that that exists. This is an ode to all the lurking places that are waiting for the story to happen just right.

And this is how I want to finish my celebration of 5,000 in-game days in the Hardcore world. With a picture that makes me nostalgic. Chunk errors were a thing that I loved/hated from early minecraft and as the game became more stable, I would habitually dig through the world to create chunk errors, whether it was on a server or while I was alone.

I still dig these. I have been digging these in the Hardcore world. These along with the other builds I've listed are ones that I made for fun, that made me laugh. They are not all big lore builds with tons of details and thought. Some of them are just silly, some of them are supposed to serve some purpose. And some of them are ugly.

But that's okay. Because 5,000 in-game days later, I'm still in love with the game of Minecraft and with this world.

Here's to more shenanigans and at least 5,000 more days.

#minecraft #hardcore minecraft #5000 days in game #that's so many #also more regular posts coming #life got crazy

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tmgstudios · 1 year

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I posted 6,187 times in 2022

That's 6,187 more posts than 2021!

789 posts created (13%)

5,398 posts reblogged (87%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@vvirokuns

@hal-mikkelson

@galaxdora

@syndercorpses

@finalgirlyuri

I tagged 6,106 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#reblog - 5,241 posts

#courtesy of ted - 789 posts

#serifcore - 341 posts

#bonemeal - 301 posts

#tedcore - 181 posts

#rattling bones - 160 posts

#shitposts - 158 posts

#courtesy of ben - 112 posts

#the homies - 103 posts

#ask game - 95 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#but yeah every person who gets mad at a cc for queerbaiting is legally required to watch. literally any podcast produced by tmg studios.

My Top Posts in 2022:

i am picking up loquacious seelie and shakijg him around i need your secrets you little manwhore. stop hiding them i need your lore

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[long post, sorry, theres a tldr at the end but i really recommend reading the full thing if you can]

i really wish there was more like. narcolepsy awareness stuff in the world. that teaches people the actual symptoms and not just the stereotype. the amount of people i have talked to both online and in person about my experiences with narcolepsy who have been shocked at how much they related to my experiences is staggering.

narcolepsy is so under-diagnosed and also very often misdiagnosed as something else because so many people, even within the medical field, don’t know the actual symptoms of narcolepsy (i am not pulling this out of my ass, my sleep specialist has told me this several times. its a real issue that sleep specialists continue to battle to this day). up until relatively recently, the past 5-10 years or so, narcolepsy and other similar sleep disorders weren’t even considered real by a lot of the medical field!!

narcolepsy is not “falls asleep at random” disorder. narcolepsy is a disorder of sleep cycles, causing the brain to enter rem sleep much quicker and more frequently then it should.

this causes things like excessive daytime tiredness/chronic fatigue, extremely vivid dreams, sleep paralysis, hallucinations while waking up/falling asleep, and in the case of those with narcolepsy type-1, cataplexy (aka, while feeling intense emotions the brain will enter rem sleep while awake, causing muscles to lock up. this is where the “falls asleep at random” stereotype comes from, but the person experiencing it is not actually asleep, just unable to move their muscles. i can’t really speak more on this specific part of narcolepsy, since i have type-2, aka narcolepsy without cataplexy, this is just the basics i was told by my sleep doctors. EDIT: someone who experiences cataplexy has added their experiences in a reblog, if youd like to learn more please go take a look!!) [note: these are not the only symptoms of narcolepsy. not all people with narcolepsy will experience all of these symptoms, and everyone will experience them at different frequencies. for example, i only get sleep paralysis once every month or so, and my hallucinations tend to be limited to auditory] according to my sleep doctor, narcolepsy also has links to both adhd and chronic strep throat as a child (i have no idea how that last one works. but. thats what my doctor said and hey. she was right. i had chronic strep throat as a child and look at me now.) EDIT because i forgot to add: narcolepsy can not only co-exist with insomnia, but cause insomnia as well! excessive daytime tiredness --> more naps during the day --> harder time falling asleep at night

so yeah. i guess this is me doing awareness. if you relate to any of these symptoms, please talk to a sleep specialist if you’re able to. it might not be narcolepsy, but chances are it’s something, since none of these things are normal (to repeat, excessive daytime tiredness is not normal. that means there is something wrong). theres nothing wrong with asking a sleep specialist about narcolepsy and getting tested for it, even if you come back negative.

my dms and askbox are open anytime for any kind of questions about narcolepsy, the diagnostic process, treatments, etc. while i am not a doctor, i have learned a lot through my own experiences, talking with my sleep specialist, and also my own research, since i’m currently studying to hopefully make narcolepsy research my career! whether you are questioning having narcolepsy or not, you are not bothering me with questions, i promise, you asking will probably make my day

TLDR; narcolepsy is a very misunderstood and underdiagnosed sleep disorder, and i highly recommend everyone learn about what it actually is and what the symptoms actually are, and if you relate to any of them, talk to a sleep specialist

[other narcoleptics feel free to add on to this post with your own experiences(and also to message me i always want to talk to other narcoleptics ASJDKHJ), and non-narcoleptics please please feel free to reblog! i really want to start spreading awareness for this disorder, since again, severally under/misdiagnosed and most of the world is still under the impression that the narcolepsy stereotype is true]

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literally not a single day goes by where i don’t think about this clip at least once

789 notes - Posted November 28, 2022

i just described an inanimate object as “brimming with autism” in my head. to myself. i am completely alone. there was no bit. just raw instinct. whats wrong with me.

1,040 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #not the entire narcolepsy post 💀💀💀#also god. sorry for anyone seeing that longest tag

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recapcrew · 2 years

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Week 11 Transcript

Intro

Extra extra, read all about it! Welcome to the Empire’s Recap, and today we will be going over the chaos and drama of our (somewhat) respected rulers!

This week we’re all questioning something or other, and there are theories pinned to the wall connecting many a series back to the origin.

Sausage

Last episode seemed strange to Sausage, it reminded him of his previous empire where people would pray to the sunflower goddess in difficult times. These are not his memories - he would have remembered becoming friends with such a person! But if they’re not his memories, whose are they?

This is the third vision, and he’s clearly concerned.

[SAUSAGE] …or three: it consumes our very soul and we’re never able to escape this prison of memories that I don’t know. Uh… let’s hope it’s never that.

[NARRATOR] But for now, he still needs to protect the people of Sanctuary. He upgrades his armor, but he still likes the armor on his skin - they were built by Eddie for a younger Sausage. Maybe he can ask Katherine for a more colorful peacetime-worthy outfit.

Finding a washed ashore bard was not on his to-do list today, but Sanctuary doesn’t discriminate.

[OLI] I’m a little achey breakey man with an achey breaky heart! [SAUSAGE, OVERLAPPING] Oh no! [OLI] but you’ve probably never even heard of Elvis…

[SAUSAGE] Who?

[NARRATOR] Sausage takes the man up to his room and lets him rest.

The man appears to recognise him when he wakes up, and yet Sausage doesn’t remember him. His visions do.

He is taken to a strange place and dressed in strange clothes, with music coming from a nearby church surrounded by sunflowers. The man he just rescued is singing hallelujah… he doesn’t seem to notice him at all.

He returns from the vision and the strange man eventually introduces himself as Oli.

[OLI] Old friend, but you might not know me.

[NARRATOR] Sausage recognises him as the bard from the rumors - and to be fair to Oli, there are a lot of taverns, although he could do without breaking the fourth wall about it.

He introduces Oli to Hermes, and kind of drags him into the flirtationship between Sausage and the 11ft tall God that is Joel. Not to worry, it appears Hermes knows every language except modern English.

Sausage takes Oli over to Glimmergrove to talk with tailor Katherine and get him some new clothes. She punches him into the harbor to get rid of the smell - great customer service!

Back in Sanctuary, Sausage makes up another magical woodcutting axe for Joel when he drops Hermes back in Stratos.

A visit to the Evermoore results in a potion that gives him a vision where he finds himself in a snowy village he used to visit as a child to see family. He gifts her an elytra and a clock in return.

He makes a moss farm next door to his tree farm to create bonemeal and decorates it as a wonderfully colorful chapel with a lovely quiet garden to sit in.

He visits the tree of his visions to note them down - he’s had two just today! …Let’s hope it doesn’t get worse.

Joey

Joey wants to get his pirate princess a gift so good, that she'll ask him for the ring as soon as she sees it. Surely the other empires are happy to donate to the cause of true love! Even if they don’t know it yet.

After the theft of the Stratosphere went so well, Joey continues his trend of taking the most obvious treasure he sees, and "hiding" the evidence. And once Joe gets stealing, he can't stop.

[JOEY] I’m just feeling a little, you know, overly excited now that I’m on a rampage, so might as well just keep going ‘til I can’t go no more, right?

[NARRATOR] Half of the Gobland gold storage? Grabbed.

The amethyst heart of Animalia? Absconded.

A full field of luscious Chromian lilacs? Larcened.

He passes through Dawn, "remembering" that Gem totally gave him permission to take any treasure he could find, and grabs enough bits and bobbles to complete a prism of presents.

[GEM] No more stealing.

[JOEY] I wasn’t stealing! But if you did happen to have anything you didn’t want me to steal, like maybe some treasure, where might that be?

[GEM] I feel like this is a trick question. I do have a chest, it- it is labelled ‘Treasure’, it would be easy, I should change that.

[JOEY] Yeah…

[GEM] You’ve given me some good thoughts about a security system, thank you.

[JOEY] You should change that…

[NARRATOR] Pirate Joe finally lands in Glimmergrove, arms full of his gift for his girlfriend. It spills out of Katherine’s castle door, a rainbow display - and the excess even fills up her previously-empty bedroom. A showing like this would surely win any pirate's heart!

Matters of the heart dealt with, it's back to matters of state. Forgotten Cove is looking good, and Joey's ready to start working on the rest of Eversea. He flattens the landscape in anticipation of a bustling town and builds a beautiful gateway currently leading to his cow pit. A few roads and custom palm trees later, and Eversea is becoming quite a sight to see!

Joel

Joel has decided to get back at Joey for not returning the stratosphere gold by giving him a boat to replace the one he burnt down. Or more precisely, enough boats to fill the harbor.

[JOEL] Oh gosh… So let’s just check the final number of boats we’ve crafted, its going to be quite up here.

[JOEL, INCREDULOUSLY] 666? That’s prefect, that’s perfect.

[NARRATOR] You might remember this one!

Having used the last shipment of wood for the boat prank, Joel returns Hermes to Sausage with a gift of bonemeal in hopes of a new sample.

Back at the village under Stratos, he prepares some farms to grow carrots to fuel his villager breeding operation and builds a farmhouse to go along with them. He also builds and decorates a tavern to entertain and house guests, and links up various spots in the village with some decorated paths.

Pixl

Pix’s episode is all about installing a new museum in the Savannah empire, to house the important artifacts of both history and present.

The first step is to build the museum itself, of course! Right in the heart of the capitol, it’s large enough to hold plenty of exhibits, even before figuring out the attic space.

His first exhibit requires a trip to Tumble Town, finding the diamond-laced fossil that he and Jimmy re-preserved. Digging it out from the deepslate without damaging it is careful work, but Pix is an old hand with his preservation kit now. It takes up nearly an entire wing in the museum, and since everyone likes dinosaurs, they’re already lining up for entry.

[PIX] The zombies are lining up to- to get into the museum. Honestly, I’ve had so many pillage patrols spawning around here, as though they’re queuing up to be my first customers or something.

[NARRATOR] Pix adds a few smaller exhibits of his own - a piece of ancient debris and gilded blackstone as homage to the long-lost glory days of the piglin, and of course, a Sheriff doll and the emerald ore mini-block bribe to represent the first trial of Empires.

He has one more item to show for now, though this one’s on loan from Sausage’s collection; the painting of Saint Pearl is both beautiful and a continuation of a game of art telephone.

As he’s working on the road leading away from the Greatbridge, Pix shows off the Chromia addition, complete with llambassadors (llama ambassadors). He does some more city planning for coming roads and sightlines, and the Savannah is beginning to look a little more like home.

Gem

Speaking of city planning, Gem is a civil engineer this week, building up cobbled deepslate and mud roads connecting her empire together. She wants to make the area near the tavern and seaside into a town center, building up a little fountain. In order to get the deepslate she needs, she kills two birds with one stone by delving into the mines for a strip mining trip, finding some emerald ore and a spider spawner in her search for diamonds.

Inspired by the spiders, she visits the other local princess, Katherine!

[GEM] Not gonna lie, I’m a little nervous to meet another princess- she’s royalty! That’s kinda cool.

[NARRATOR] She makes a rather rude statement:

[GEM] It’s epic! Why is it half dead?

[KATHERINE] …What do you mean?

[GEM] Well it’s… it’s… y’know it’s half…

[KATHERINE] I don’t! Is there something wrong with it?

[GEM] Oh no, nothing wrong!

[NARRATOR] Gem you can't just ask why someone's castle is half dead, before she pitches the idea of a princess candle shop.

[KATHERINE] Yep, all good!

[GEM] How does a princess alliance sound?

[KATHERINE] gasp ooo! I love that.

[GEM, GIGGLING] It’s perfect!

[NARRATOR] With that settled, she begins building the shop in the town center of Dawn, but is quickly interrupted by fWhip and Sausage. The two have come bearing a new type of flower, and I'm sure my heart wasn't the only one who ached at this part. Ah, good memories. Once they have left-

[SAUSAGE] I’m actually gonna use this portal, it’s a lot closer

[GEM] Oh- uh. Okay.

[NARRATOR] - Gem finishes off the shop before making the inside look like a little candle-making area. How adorable!

False

[FALSE] Guys guys I had another one of those dreams

[NARRATOR] Today False wants to make the wings from her most recent dream, but for that, she needs a workshop!

The ominous sign on her wall has changed its message but ignoring your problems is a False problem. She shows us a sketch she’s made of these wings from her dream, and is determined to get to work!

A visit from fWhip earlier invested lots of emeralds into her villager business that… she’ll get to work on soon. First, flight!

False finishes her new workshop and immediately gets to work on these wings she wants to have - it takes her a while, but wings aren’t the easiest thing to make!

She’s so excited to fly with her new wings! It comes so naturally to her - she spends some time in the air testing her new wings and going to peoples bases to see if they can chat. Nobody’s home though.

After setting her claim on a tower of the Greatbridge, she flies home with the moon behind her, and she plans to build up her area into a lovely little town - people will definitely want to visit her then!

She does some decorating of her base to make it look more homely and then shows off her working iron farm - more people should visit her when she has an export to sell! It took some time to get it all working, and it turns out villagers aren’t fans of small boxes. But for people to come and trade with her, they need to know where she lives! She gets to work trying to connect her nether portal to the nether roof and decorates it with some rocks and a gift of a free iron ingot for any visitors and a flint and steel for misfortunate souls!

False is probably glad that fWhip has left her out of his gift-giving plans this week!

fWhip

A beautiful new railroad has been built from Gobland to Gobville via lore, just before the Sheriff visits to finally deal with the local prisoner. Oli can have his freedom… in return for some community service in the Gobland tavern.

Now, it’s time for chaos.

fWhip is getting married, and as thanks to his friends flying out to attend, he’s moving wardens into their bases, all named “Thanks for coming to my wedding!”. Because of course. He wants to wait to move the wardens in until the emperors are away, and Joel leaves home first, so Stratos gets the honor of the first be-wardening. And the first of many warden-related deaths.

Lizzie leaves, so Fwhip slips the Animalia warden gift box into place, but the other 4 members of the “wedding gift” crew are still at home, so it’s back to plan A - preparing warden tunnels in advance.

He takes a break to meet with Sausage and show Gem the beauty of the wither rose - There’s no reference to season 1 here at all!

He makes a shulker of emeralds to invest with False, and now it’s Tumble Town’s turn to get wardened! Except there’s no deep dark for the Minecraft equivalent of miles, so Jimmy’s present is waiting next to his nether portal instead. The Sheriff won’t be using that for a while…

Time for Chromia! Fwhip’s redstone trickery isn’t enough to save his life, but it does help seal the warden into Scott’s present. When he goes to bring a warden to Sanctuary, he makes sure to move Pepe the parrot out of the line of fire – he doesn’t want any dead pets on his conscience – and fWhip actually doesn’t die this time!

Last, but certainly not least, is GeminiTay! He already built the water elevator in Dawn before, now it’s just time to fill it with a terrible monster!

At this point, Fwhip has earned the title of Empire’s Warden Wrangler. And a congratulations on the wedding from the Recap crew - enjoy your honeymoon, Mr. fWhip!

Outro

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Xiachen starts ramping up her game. It really helps knowing the location of a legendary beast.

And Wuxian deals with a realization.

Wuxian looked at the trashing creature caught in the talismans shijie asked him to develop. Its snake-like head was pinned to the cave floor with the talisman shijie wielded. Zhuliu-shixiong and Tui-shijie had the front limbs taken care of, making sure the creature couldn’t move. Early in the fight Wuxian had shot its eyes out, enraging it beyond all reason, but also limiting its perception of their movements further.

It was the only success they had at first, since the creature’s skin was too thick for their swords to pierce. They nearly lost Pinde-shixiong when the creature managed to hit him, flinging him to the cave wall. Ji-shijie had been on him in an instant, administering first aid and getting him out of the thick of fighting.

Then Zhuliu-shixiong managed to capture the right fore limb, severely limiting the creature’s movements. After that, it was over quickly.

“Well then, shall we?” shijie asked, and manipulated Mingyùn to point straight at the creatures ruined eye socket.

Everyone capable mimicked her, and on signal, every sword shot through the eyes and into the creature’s brain, killing it instantly.

How such a creature had managed to survive so close to the Wen sect, Wuxian would never know. Even now it still reeked of resentful energy. He’d been able to sense it from some three or four li away, it was so potent. It didn’t really dissipate either. The sect would have a lot of work to do to cleanse the cave and the surroundings of the creature’s resentment.

“We’ll camp outside for the night and return home tomorrow with our spoils,” shijie said. “I’ll go check on A-Fu, and if he needs it, take him home early for medical treatment. A-Tui, Zhuliu-ge, look after the others while you deal with the sealing and begin purification, okay?”

“Of course, shijie.” “Understood, Xiachen-guniang.”

Wuxian inched closer to the carcass. It was disgusting, but also… it felt like it was meant for more.

“I think it’s the Xuanwu of Slaughter,” Tui-shijie mused aloud.

“The corrupted Xuanwu from some centuries ago?”

“Very good, Wuxian-shidi. Yes, I mean exactly that.”

Wuxian looked at the beast with new eyes. It was something past cultivators had struggled to bring down and kill. It was something that had almost been divine.

He wondered what kinds of things could be made from it. Would the skin… he looked at it more closely. Not skin, scales. Would the scales be useful for something? Livers were usually useful in medicine, if they could be extracted whole from a yao. Or the pancreas. The shell would probably be given to zongzhu as tribute. What about the bones? Would they be reduced to bonemeal, or could they be treated like ivory and carved into art or jewelry.

Of course, all that was for after purification, because if it wasn’t, they’d only be making cursed items or poisons.

“It’s a lot bigger and more malevolent than what we normally purify,” Lingchang-shixiong muttered.

Which was true. But the Wen sect was known for their purifying techniques. The only time they’ve failed in purifying before was the burial mounds. And it was the burial mounds.

‘*’*’*’*’*’*’*’*’*’

Wuxian sat across from shijie, biting on his brush handle in thought.

“I mean, I’ve thought about it, and even talked with Wen-laoshi about it, but I don’t even have a working prototype yet. Attracting resentful energy is easy in theory, but one wouldn’t want to attract everything indiscriminately. And something powerful enough to attract a water born abyss would attract a lot of other resentful entities.”

Shijie sighed. “I wish I could help you more with this. Talismans were never my passion, so I know how to use and copy them, but making new ones just… escapes me.”

“Why are we working on this anyway?”

“Wen Xu is getting impatient with the abyss in Hanshui river. Knowing him, he’ll eventually drive it east to Lan territory. And I don’t want you to suffer there because of something stupid Wen Xu did.”

“So you’re coming with me to Gusu for the first week to use the Cloud Recesses’ library to do research on Water born abysses.”

“And take stock of their wards for father.”

Wuxian cocked his head. “Jin-laoshi’s coming too?”

“En. Her spiritual sensitivity and experience still eclipses mine.”

Jin-laoshi wasn’t a strong cultivator, but her practical if unconventional education in Koi Tower meant she could get more bang per buck from her spiritual energy when compared to others. The fact she was still alive, twenty-eight years after following Concubine Jin to Nightless Sky was impressive, given the rate women and servants dropped dead there. She’d been born as the shu daughter of a long line of shu sons and had permanently scarred her own face to get out of an arranged marriage to a non-cultivating noble nearly thrice her age. Even now, the scar ran across her face, all the way from forehead across her nose and down to her chin. Wuxian had liked wondering what ferocious beast had done it until he learned the truth recently. Then he went on a research binge on laws concerning women and had come to the horrible conclusion that women were their father’s (or brother’s or grandfather’s or uncle’s or cousin’s) or husband’s property. Only women with dead husbands and grown sons could in any way be considered free. Even if the woman in question was a cultivator. The only truly free woman he knew of was the Immortal Baoshan Sanren, and she was immortal and had secluded herself on a mountain away from society!

Jin-laoshi’s choice had been between two kinds of slavery, and she’d chosen the one where she wasn’t expected to let someone else use her body for their own pleasure. Of course she had been bound to Concubine Jin and with her death, to shijie, but she was a respected teacher to the cohort and a close advisor to shijie.

And when Wuxian tried to apply the same knowledge to shijie, his brain just broke. That zongzhu had arranged two marriages for shijie spoke of his power over her. It did not fit in with Wuxian’s understanding of the world. Shijie was the wisest, most powerful being in the world, obviously, but… Wuxian had taken a closer look at shijie’s family tree. She had her father and brothers, obviously, but she had no uncles. Wen Ruohan had killed all his brothers in the years before and after his ascension to sect leader. And his father had done the same, except for a brother who’d been the same age as the toddler Wen Ruohan. That toddler had been brought up by his concubine mother in the village of Dafan, because that was where she was from. A-Ning and his sister Wen Qing were his children.

So, in case shijie’s immediate family died, the custody of shijie would fall to A-Ning, but it could be contested by Jin-zongzhu as her maternal uncle. The only thing that would save her was either being Wen-zongzhu herself or having adult sons. On that the Wen sect’s by-laws were clear. A female zongzhu was her own master, needing no familial guardian.

It had been like everything about shijie made sense with the revelation.

Of course shijie was aiming to be Wen-zongzhu one day. That way, no one could tell her what to do, and she’d only have four equals in the eyes of the world.

As it should be.

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