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clovercrafted · 2 years
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Some tester wall segments for the Duskwood Wall. I really like the shape of the first one but I’m not sure it’s right for a wall, better for big windows but the other one I also really really like I’m just kinda on the fence with it. I tried the same design with stone bricks and yeah
Was thinking of trying logs but I’m not sure they’d have the vibe I’m after.
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aquaquadrant · 11 months
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elytra could also be in the loot table, if such things with loot generate at all in Hels
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ah these are neat suggestions! but i think 1) having elytra in hels loot tables would make them more prevalent than i’d like and 2) if the end was combined with the nether it’d still show up in data analysis as a third distinct realm cuz it’d be all hybridized with the nether and overworld biomes.
i think i’ll stick w the random glitched end ships as the only part of the end that appears in hels, cuz i like the idea of hels players not being able to ‘reach the end’ in a poetic sense? they don’t slay the dragon, they don’t free the end, they don’t get to listen to the watchers discuss them and the universe… yet another way they’ve been isolated.
plus it’s funny to think abt how hels players would react to finding out there’s a whole third realm out there with a fucking DRAGON. you know the first time tango got invited to a dragon fight he was like “oh yeah yeah sure, a dragon fight, been a while since i’ve had one of those, can’t wait” but mentally he was like what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck
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Endstone crusaders ❤️ Also Kane the captain and tactician ❤️
Liking without reblogging = instant block
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justtrashperson · 1 year
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Haha homiesexuals
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ittybittybumblebee · 4 months
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Hey man it’s tomorrow clean your room
Working on it 👍
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minecraft · 2 years
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would be interesting if there were in-depth mechanics around heat, darkness, and different types of blight in minecraft. imagine if being near lava or magma blocks, but not touching them, without wearing anything, would set you on fire anyway. Or being around ice or snow without leather would inflict slowness or like, freezing damage. also warped forests could maybe give you like, nausea or blindness if you stay too long in them. maybe soulsand could poison or wither you if you step on it without boots for too long. and staying in darkness or near sculk for too long without diamond or netherite on could maybe make your character kinda twitchy and more subject to like, momentum, and increase the amount of view distance fog or add in "void particles", and have you start hallucinating more sounds like cave sounds or whispering or whatever. might not be for everyone but would be neat.
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minecraft-sideblog-tm · 5 months
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Stumbled into a partial stronghold yesterday, which I say is partial because it was very small and right around some terrain blending between old and new terrain so I assume only the parts of it in brand new chunks actually generated.
The only reason I know it generated in new terrain is because I found a couple armor trims in the library chests! Which is very cool!! Because I hadn't gotten that one yet. But I also realized these are officially the rarest obtainable armor trim in my survival world. I play on peaceful, meaning I can't open the end portal, meaning no endstone to ever be able to duplicate that trim lol
Anyway, this is all the new 1.20 stuff I've collected since the update!
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I've gotten all of the pottery shards and I think the only armor trims I'm missing (that I can obtain on peaceful mode) are the other ancient city trim, the bastion trim, and the nether fortress trim. I also have a couple of the new music disc, and the ancient seeds/flowers of course, they just aren't in this chest
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arcane-essence · 8 months
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Hey quick question does anyone else have a favourite rock?
not favourite minecraft block rock. favourite real life rock. if your favourite rock isn't in minecraft already, would you like it to be?
I ask bc I just remembered when I got really excited bc they added my favourite rock to minecraft.
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Cats are just so cool. Shoutout to my friends who are cats
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hypixelskyblock · 7 months
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uh oh 😳
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clovercrafted · 2 years
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I’ve literally just finished a build yet here I am going “oh I should start another one!!”
I have to go back to the end and the closest stronghold is effort to get to
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(Long-overdue) icon and header. And I wanna change to another one soon oof... (Ricks vs Kelber) Will make another set from this video first though.
Alts/additional content:
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justtrashperson · 1 year
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the brainrot is real. someone help.
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artsational · 4 months
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Enderian design!! I really wanted to make her look more like THE END rather than just an ender lady. Incorporated more of those endstone/end portal colors into her design. And I tried to make the crown reminiscent of those obsidian spires found on end islands.
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joehills · 7 months
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I had a dream last night that there was a bedwars where each of like twelve teams started on the radial edge of a space station and mined into an endstone asteroid toward each other.
But here’s what actually happened last week:
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lennox0arts · 3 months
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Icarus laughed as he fell
Credits to fiona for the original poem!
Here is what they don’t tell you:
Icarus knew he was in too deep. They’d said it out loud, leaning against the cave entrance. 
“I’m in too deep now.”
The words left their lips in a shaky whisper that they knew no one would ever hear. They felt so helplessly, utterly alone as they sobbed against the cold rock. The word their friend had once called them circled through their mind.
Failure.
They knew he was right. They’d failed at being a good brother, a good friend, and they’d even failed at being themself.
They knew their back pressed against the same stone wall that had been splattered with the blood of their best friend by the blade of their father. Within the walls of this cavern, the fighting between Centross and their Dad replayed in their head. The purple scythe of the violet reaper turning their father mortal, and sealing their best friend's death wish. The golden sword through his chest. His smile as he faded into the stars, leaving nothing behind but the scythe, the now mortal god, and the son the god had almost killed. 
Icarus laughed as he fell.
They felt their body wrack with cries mixed with confused, hysteric laughter. They felt disconnected from the winged person who stood from the altar staggering towards the fallen god. 
They heard themself screaming, 
“You killed him! You killed David!” Their father simply nodded. Almost as if to suggest it had to be done. As if their best friend had to be killed. Their mind flashed to the memories they’d tried so hard to bury.
Threw his head back and
yelled into the winds,
They were in the obsidian bunker, reaching through the gap of the trap that had opened barely enough for them to see.
“David?!” They smiled madly, their matted hair crusted with crimson. A drop of blood traced it’s way down their cheek bone. 
   “David let me out!” They demanded, their voice was rough and scratchy from hours of yelling. The man looked down at them with cold purple eyes,  smiling at the trapped one like a hunter smiles at an animal caught in their snare.
“Y’know, Sherb,” The cloaked man smirked, “I don’t think I will.”
They felt their heart plop into their stomach as they tasted their lunch on their tongue as it forced its way up their throat.  “David! Let me out!” 
“Sherbert. Here’s what you don’t realize. Once a failure, always a failure.”
“Wha-” Icarus  was cut off by the darkening of the world around them. They felt the pain of landing before they felt the explosion of pain in their head.
arms spread wide,
teeth bared to the world.
And then they were back in the endstone reset, on the destroyed roof of Will’s estate. Their hands shook, rain pelting their face, running down the deep purple inset lines of corruption before dripping off their chin. They flung open their arms and screamed at the heavens,
“Isn’t this enough? I killed her! I did what you wanted!” They were hyperventilating now, their chest pressing uncomfortably against the bow slung around their shoulder. The bow they’d just used to kill their best friend for a goddess that hadn’t spoken to them, or shown that she knew he existed. 
(There is a bitter triumph
in crashing when you should be
soaring.)
They were standing on a trail of “wack.” As they began to take off, the base of their feathers turned into shards of gold that jabbed into their back and shoulder blades, piercing their skin as the feathers and muscles of their wings crystallized into a mess of amethyst and gold. In a moment of silence that most likely only lasted a few seconds, Icarus realized they were on the ground. Mere milliseconds after this thought, the metal that was now their wings shattered into sharp shards, slicing into their skin, logging into their back, digging into the ground.
One word through the pain.
Quixis.
The wax scorched his skin,
ran blazing trails down his back,
his thighs, his ankles, his feet.
They were standing before the lectern at Haley's funeral, watching the explosion of the tree speed towards them. They heard the loud boom and the rattling of their bones. The fire clawed towards them, dragging itself on the ground like a monster lunging towards its prey. The fire nipped at their two-toned jacket, ashes burning their eyes. It caught them up in flames before the world went blank and they heard a page being torn. 
Feathers floated like prayers
past his fingers,
close enough to snatch back.
Snippets of other worlds flew past them, and they caught only a few glimpses. Them trapped in a concrete box trying to save a girl named Charlotte. Them running from a horse sized chicken. Them in front of a screen, talking to words on a box. 
Death breathed burning kisses
against his shoulders,
where the wings joined the harness.
Then they were inside the cave. Watching the fighting once more from their place at the altar. Their chest aching as the skin stretched and rearranged in a glitching mess, each unstable breath more painful than the last. Centross and Fable pushing each other around the cave, each one landing punch after punch. Them, not knowing who to defend.  Seeing their friend fade into the void. Doing nothing to help him.
Yelling.
Sobbing.
Laughter.
Betrayal.
Then, Fable walking towards them, framed by the sunset. 
“I can bring him back.”
The sun painted everything
in shades of gold.
They were back outside the cave. Where they knew they actually were. Curled up into themself. He could get him back. He just needed more power. He was going to kill the primordials and rid the earth of death, or burn the world to shambles if doing so failed. And Icarus, his caged little bird, was going to stand muted at his side in the ashes of a fire they could have put out.
After all,
(There is a certain beauty
in setting the world on fire
and watching from the centre
of the flames.)
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