but also like. guys you don’t need to leave the minecraft youtube community bc one person is bad to clarify. like. shelby is a minecraft youtuber. a lot of her friends are minecraft youtubers. those friends are supportive and as far as we know all believe her. the vast majority of minecraft youtubers are like. fine. this shit is something that Happens because Abusers are Manipulative, going to another hobby will Not shield you from anything and you’re not immoral for liking something bad people also liked. which is. one of the biggest video games ever. like in this situation no one was knowingly harbouring an abuser and it seems everyone was supportive. this is just a case of some people being shit, not anything to do with mcyt. hell, the guy hasn’t been on minecraft in like a year lmao.
i fully understand why the content might be uncomfortable to you guys now but like, please don’t self flagellate and cut yourself off from an entire genre of media because of one guy again. i saw that happen after the dream stuff and a lot of people ended up losing important things because they made rash decisions and felt like they Had to leave. but please. take one deep fucking breath. this has happened before. this has happened so much before, and in ways far worse than this. because abusers, unfortunately, exist. you should not feel guilty for being manipulated by a manipulative abuser, don’t blame yourself. do what you have to, but please, please keep in mind that the majority of minecraft youtube is fine. it is fine to continue engaging with it. it’s fine to be manipulated by an abuser and it’s not your fault. please don’t make rash decisions and end up losing things you care deeply about and being unable to get them back. distance yourself all you want, but please be careful to not do so out of emotional self harm from the guilt. that’s something this fandom encourages far too much- even outside of this- and it’s unhealthy and anyone expecting it of you is cruel.
i cannot overstate how much i adore the relationship bad has w the french gang
like, he may be family as pommé's dad, but he is also just their family. straight up. they all stick up for him so readily and hes a part of the team. bad and baghera are siblings. pierre took the waystones bc he was upset about how ppl were treating bad about the furniture disappearance. antoine may joke but he is on bbh's side every time i can remember. etoiles is the only one on the island that really understands how strong bad is and my god does he want to see it in action.
no matter what thats their bebou!!! it just really makes me
also i really fucking love the mental image of these fuckers rockin up to the island via planecrash and maybe one of them is human at most but they all see the literal grim reaper and go "ur nickname is now baby ^_^" and now he is forever their bebou
The way my puppy and cat play together makes me think of like the yautja children with the reader lol.
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•After a few hours of playing and story telling what your most recent carvings were crock came over and ruffled your hair to grab your attention. Looking up at him he gestured for you to follow. It took a little while but with a small hovering vehicle of some sort the two of you reached the city. He decided today he would bring you there for a day out and maybe get you a few things to help you feel comfortable in your new home.
•many yautja lined the streets and even a few different alien races. One shop was selling meat that had been precut and even some dried.
•he got you what looked like a kabob of sorts
• “why is it SPICY”
•for a moment you lost your yautja. You were left in the middle of a busy street with aliens all around and you felt like a kid who lost their parent.
•meanwhile the yautja you had come to know and call crock was at a booth looking at some knives. He found a few and bought them. When he’d turned around you were gone. Panic set in as he whipped around looking for you. He put his mask on and began trying to get to higher ground. Up on a building he could see you much easier with his mask but getting you to stay in one place long enough for him to get back down and make his way to you was a problem withen itself.
•somehow you had managed to wind up a whole mile away from where he was. It took him about 10 minutes but he did find you. And oh boy..
•a big yautja had bumped into you and was now making a scene about this “stray” who shouldn’t be here. He picked you up by your throat and hoisted you up. His grip got tighter and tighter until you started to see black dots in your vision. Then you got an idea. He wasn’t wearing a mask luckily so you swung your legs up and slammed them down into the crook of his elbow. This made his arm bend and you headbutt him with the force of a pachycephalosaurs. A more recent carving of yours-.
•this made him let go of you as he stumbled back. He had what would be the equivalent of a bloody nose on a human, only he didn’t really have a nose so it was just broken skin. You gasped for air and went to stand up but as you did you felt a tremendous force knock the wind out of you. A big clawed foot kicked you square in the chest and sent you back a few feet. By now a crowd had formed.
•crock ran down the street trying to get to where you were hoping he’d get there before any serious damage was caused. Unfortunately the crowd blocked his path to you so he had to try and find a way around.
•coughing you stood up again. The yautja responsible for the assault let out what you could only assume was a laugh. It was more of a rapid clicking. You wanted to get out of there but there was no way out. The eight foot crab face retracted out his wrist blade and got ready to attack but was stopped. Another yautja, a bigger one with a lot more spikes and wrinkles grabbed his arm and ripped it back. “Do you not see she is unarmed?”
•the younger slightly smaller one looked to the ground and pulled his blade back up his arm. “You.” The older one pointed. “Who is responsible for you?”
•you weren’t sure how to answer. You had a hard enough time pronouncing their language and you didn’t really know his real name. Luckily an arm shot up in the crowd. It parted for crock to walk up. “I am.”
• “see to it she doesn’t disrupt things again.” Crock nodded and gently grabbed you by the upper arm and pulled you away. “What happened?! Why did you run off? Do I need to put the collar back on you? You said you’d behave!” His voice was so loud to your small ears, You broke down in tears. He leaned back up. He was hunched over and in your face and didn’t even realize it. “I.. I’m sorry. I know your frightened right now.-“
• “I didn’t run off!” You screamed interrupting him. “I got lost! The crowd here is so busy! And you disappeared! I tried to find you but I couldn’t!”
•the two of you remained still for a moment. He could tell you were being genuine. So instead of speaking he took the hair in your face and pushed it back. There was a cut on your forehead that was bleeding and a few around your neck from where the other yautjas claws had dug in. The bruising that was yellowed and nearly completely healed was now a terrible purplish and much worse than before. He used his mask to make sure nothing was broken and then he gently took your hand and guided you out of the city in a less busy rout.
•it was a mistake bringing you to a busy city for your first outing. He realized that now. He should have tried a small town first or maybe even just around his village and the surrounding area. When things were nearly dead he sat you down outside of a shop and told you to STAY PUT. You did and when he came out he held a furry little creature. Handing it to you he grabbed your free hand and the two of you walked back to the alien vehicle.
•once seating you saw how familiar the creature was. It didn’t have any tusks but it was fuzzy, black and definitely vaguely pig shaped.
•once you guys were back and inside the home you let the pig down and the little yautja-who you started calling Tim, ran up and hugged the little piglet. He was so excited he started bouncing up and down and running all about. Over near a table crock opened up a bag and pulled out a few things. Some soft fabric. Some carving and cutting tools and a bunch of what looked like string. He handed you the tools. They were for carving! And there was one blade that wasn’t. It had detailed engravings on its blade and handle and was the perfect size for you. “To defend yourself.” He gestures to you.
• “thank you.” You put the blade through your belt and sat down at the table to examine all the little carving tools. There was even paint to go with it.
•while you busied yourself he brought the fabric and such to his room and began to work. It was night before you saw him again. He made some dinner and you showed off your latest carving which now had moving parts and paint. This one was a velociraptor. The feathered kind and it’s legs and arms could move. It’s tail was carved similar to the wooden snake toys pretty much all kids on earth had at some point that would move side to side and pinch the fuck out of your fingers if you weren’t careful. You chuckled at the memory and handed the colorful dino to Tim.
•he was most definitely spoilt now that he had you and his dad wrapped around his grubby little fingers. It’s ok though he was a super sweet kid.
•when you went to the room for bed you noticed your pile of pelts weren’t where you left them. Instead they were folded up and on the bed was a few articles of clothing. One looked like a gown of sorts for bed. It was light and similar to a tank top, just a bit longer to cover your butt. The others were,, how would you put it. Skimpy? But sturdy. One was a loincloth with a matching cropped tube top and the other was a cropped dark brown soft leather jacket. The colors were all various shades of brown and tan. You felt them and they were so soft. You decided to put on the gown and go to a mirror to see how it looked. When you did crock walked in.
•he approached but didn’t touch. “Fits well. Hopefully keep you cool on this hot planet.” He wasn’t going to admit it but he also liked how it showed your figure. He thought to himself over the course of the now roughly couple months you’ve been on the planet about you. Things about you. Your hair. Your skin. Your stature. Everything about you was.. for a lack of better words, cute. You reminded him of the baby pig. Not in a bad way. But you were soft, lovable, gentle, sweet, caring. But you could also be dangerous. He thought about the way that despite your fading consciousness you put up a fight against a being several times your strength and size. You made it bleed without a weapon.
• “you can sleep in my bed if you would like. It is more comfortable than the floor.” He climbed in and settled down. After a moment you joined. He was right. It was so much softer. A little weight could be felt at the foot of the bed. Tim and the baby pig curled up at your feet. Sighing you closed your eyes. ‘I could get used to this.’
In your story/verse, did Wolf survive the AVPR event? 🥺
Wolf: Of course I did pup, why wouldn’t I?
Wolf internally: how in payas name did I survive that….
I’d like to think he would,BC HIS ENDING IS BULL SH-
Also hello yautja fandom it has been a while 😩 I only came back for a minute to answer this ask I’ve had in my inbox for like….months I think…sorry anonymous!
about the fact that P. falciparum (the most dangerous kind of malaria) was likely endemic at least from the 2nd century BC onward
that Galen said semitertian fevers (P. falciparum infections) were more common in Rome than anywhere else in the Roman Empire
that the most severe manifestations of P. falciparum (quotidian fevers + cerebral malaria) were most common in babies and young children, an epidemiological observation that indicates the transmission rate of P. falciparum was extremely high in Rome
that Quintus Serenus said there was no Latin word for semitertian fevers (they used a transliteration of the Greek, 'hemitritaeos') because "no one, i think, could have named it in our language and mothers would not have wanted to"
What kind of predators do the Thoma have on this planet that requires a neck collar full of spikes? It's very reminiscent of those collars guard dogs have to protect sheep from wolves
those are specifically against stalker worms
theyre fast and agile pack hunters in a similar ecological niche to our worlds wolves. thoma can outrun pretty much any other surface predator.. but unfortunately stalkers are one of the few worm species capable of keeping up with them
people put spiked collars on their thomas neck and legs since those are the spots stalkers go for to bring them down
(distance model bug dogs from the concept art post)
whenever i think abt writing Nandor and i get going thru a series of sequences of him behaving like a well-adjusted, caring, adult i have to stop myself, backspace several mental paragraphs and remember that he's basically a semi-captive lion being observed in a nature documentary and he functions on 92% Id
Hey everyone, requests are open again!! I would really like to see some slasher requests :)) Spooky season is coming! Tags specified some of the things I write for but check out my masterlist for the full idea of things I write for.