#Minecraft-inspired fun

[presswoodterryryan]

I Spent a Whole Day Speaking Like a Minecraft Villager – Hmmm!

By Alice (with help from Fluffernutter, the Best Bunny Ever) Challenge: Can I survive an entire day speaking ONLY like a Minecraft Villager? ✔️ No real words – only “hmm,” “hrmm,” and “harrumph.” ✔️ Use exaggerated villager nods and head tilts to communicate. ✔️ Trade like a villager – only accept “trades” instead of asking directly for things. ✔️ Avoid getting “attacked” by my family when they…

[catzgam3rz]

.... Pigs ....

[clumsypuppy]

@heropartnerweek 2025 day 1 - home

[karmesean]

needa sleep so bad BUT here's a little something about the more... malicious side of the ghosts being able to talk through/possess TSC.

Orchid edition! 🥀

⚠️ SLIGHT CW: fictional body horror, possession ⚠️

Gold (King Mango's Kid), The Dark Lord

link to masterpost

[qsmpbutwithsignlanguage]

QSMP artists who draw egg designs that aren't quite the fandom norm, I love you.

QSMP artists who draw the eggs as African, or Afro-Latina, or Arab/Middle Eastern, I love you. QSMP artists who draw Chayanne with 4c hair wound back in braids and dark skin, I love you. QSMP artists who draw Pomme with a dark complexion and a hijab, I love you. QSMP artists who draw Empanada as East/Southeast Asian, or wasian, or a mix between Asian and Latina, I love you. QSMP artists who draw Tilín with white hair, or darker skin, or features that match up with Luzu's a bit more, I love you. QSMP artists who draw the eggs with varying body types and clothing styles and poses, I love you.

I know that your designs might be uncommon, and they might not fit the quote unquote 'fandom norm', but they're so cool to see. Some of my favorite fanart has been with QSMP eggs that don't look like the typically design-and while the typical design is still absolutely lovely, don't feel like you need to conform to it. The eggs have no canon design. They have widely spread fanon ones, but those are only common because we, the fans, made them common. Draw what you'd like, because it's incredible to watch from the sidelines as casual competitive fanart reblogger.

[lost-in-the-lore]

Impulse as some kind of lighting demon.

Like, villagers tell stories of the bad things that come out of lightning storms. Your typical stories of villagers turning to witches and stuff like that, but then some others of actual creatures coming out of the storm, either to do damage by themselves or to turn villagers into monsters.

Impulse is one of those things, or some kind of hybrid. He’s got lightning powers and has a pretty good understanding of redstone because it acts similarly as lightning in some ways, just more complex. He’s very proficient at redstone because it’s almost like he can ‘feel’ the redstone.

Meanwhile Skizz is an angel from the nether roof.

It’s inherently a very sterile place. There’s no bounds to it, but there’s not much up there to do, and absolutely nothing close to lightning.

Eventually they meet and become best friends etc etc. Everyone finds the whole angel and demon bit fun, they get silly with it, all that.

And then suddenly Skizz touches one of Impulse’s redstone devices while he’s working on it and it just. stops working entirely

There’s no spark or explosion or anything to tell him it’s stopped working, it’s just not working anymore. Skizz apologizes and tries to help fix it to no avail, eventually leaving cause he’s not being very useful

And then, after a bit of Skizz being gone, it starts working again.

And it just keeps happening. Skizz’ll touch some redstone and it’ll completely stop working until he leaves for a bit.

And that’s why Skizz isn’t allowed near any equipment.

[voidbits]

one of my FUNKIER builds!!!!!!!!

this one was my phone background for a hot minute :0

[aeriona]

Been playing a lot of minecraft lately

You can check the alt tags on each photo if you're curious about what's going on in each of them

[nebulastarss]

I'm still so unironically upset about the minecraft movie

[ask-ender-jackal]

(Art by Happycyn!)

"I beg your finest pardon!? You dare set foot on my island and attack my human? If you don't turn around and leave, the water surrounding this place will be the least of your worries..."

[sysig]

Floorplans my beloved

[maybe-a-gatto-or-a-catto]

Honestly more people should just treat AI usage in a professional setting as unprofessional and embarrassing. Why aren't more people saying how fucking shitty google ai is because it's honestly embarrassing how bad it is. I hope the idiots at Google are ashamed

[jacarandaaaas]

madrigal kids in roblox headcanons!!!

isabela:

- said it looks like a stupid kids game and she’s not wasting her time, probably got dragged into it by mirabel

- becomes the most invested in said kids game

- takes dress to impress very seriously and probably has gotten banned atleast 4 times

- the biggest try hard

- loves using voice call

- HATES the horror games

- rage quits and deletes the app

- redownloads an hour later

Dolores:

- played because antonio wanted her to

- likes playing obbies & chill games

- casual player

- has everyone on mute and all game sounds off

- people are probably yelling at her in the chat

- has never been banned

- the only one who survives the horror games

- roleplays with antonio

Luisa:

- she loves playing brookhaven

- is against scamming so will actually organically get all the cute stuff

- probably plays tycoons

- the best at obbies

- saved up for a cute avatar

- always beats isa in dress to impress

- refuses to use voice chat

- is roped into the horror games and never wins

Camilo:

- probably has 20 alt accs

- keeps telling kids he can and will do better than them

- everything he types becomes hashtags

- always on voice chat

- plays roblox karaoke w mirabel

- he likes to scare luisa by dressing up as a giant spider in her house in brookhaven

- thinks the horror games aren’t that bad yet always screams the loudest

- hates obbies with a burning passion

- likes playing the stupid games

Mirabel:

- is like antonio’s roblox bestie

- she somehow gets him to scam other players in adopt me

- probably one of those people who harmlessly troll like keeps opening your door or smth

- always has voice chat on without realizing

- “we should try a horror game I bet we’d do great” she almost always dies the most

- tries to be respectful realizes it’s worth nothing and probably loses her shit when some kids keep continuously trying to kill her in games

- got banned (not her proudest moment)

- will play obbies but probably gets stuck at level 43 for an hour

Antonio:

- one of his fave games

- his fav is adopt me

- probably has all the pets (thanks to mirabels methods)

- calls the others slow pokes in obbies

- is never allowed touch a horror game

- types “abc to adopt me” in chat

- probably plays some animal tycoon

- has never been banned

- has a rivalry with one other kid on the server

[squea]

also i started a new minecraft vanilla save and im having a jolly little time im gonna try and stick to it and play it little and often! it took me 3 days to find that stupid pale garden biome and its very pretty and cool but i dont like the area its in for a base at all so i might just take some saplings and go find another area but i feel like the new wood doesnt look good in any other biome so hmnnn idk

i like 2 build near water so i thought about clearing some birch and living there but then i also wanted to build IN the pale garden so grrr

but i also found THIS cool area with another village in the bg and there was a pink sheep here so i thought maybe i should build there

[roakkaliha]

tbh the most unrealistic thing abt minecraft "ARG's" isnt even the idea of a supernatural being tormenting ppl through minecraft, bc like. personally if i was some kind of matrix alien super ai that needed the souls of humans to continue existing, i would look up "most popular video games". and start getting shit done.

[ren-cerati]

Okay so

This is the first thing I ever wrote for Renceren! When I was first getting their character down. It's still canon, so yeah.

@astro-nomaly @highbookwormofthecentury @flirty-anon @shadow-dwelling-anon @nerdwholikesnerdythings @mother-spore-missa

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Castle Life

(Takes Place when Renceren lives in the Nether. Loop Ending 3.)

Renceren woke up draped over their desk. With a groan, they sat up, and looked at the clock before remembering it didn’t work like that in the Nether.

That was what they’d been puzzling over last night. Why the two arrows on the clock would spin round and round, never settling on night or day, dusk or dawn. The clock had been easy enough to make, and they appreciated that it was made with gold, but the fact it just wouldn’t stop is what irked them.

Then again, there was no indication of time passing it the nether, atleast at face value. They’d managed to keep track of their age by the growth of the vines and trees, when Striders would migrate upwards towards the basalt deltas and then back down to the warped forests.

Time wasn’t all that important, anyways. Time did not dictate anything in the Nether, especially when there was no sun to set, no moon to hang in the sky.

They’re shaken from their thoughts when someone knocks on the door. They sigh, and then go to open it. A butler stands there, and bows shortly to them.

“The Nether reigns supreme, Crown Prince Renceren.” Said the butler, who offers them some mushroom soup and fried nether wart.

What a grating greeting. There were a couple variations, to each their own, but always something about reign. Glory. Conquest. War.

“The Nether reigns supreme.” They mumble in response. They nod as they take the food, and then the door is shut again.

They sit back down at their desk, munching on the fried nether wart as they do. Tired eyes scan over the notes strewn about, and then Renceren just thunks their head into the desk.

“How have I yet to have made a breakthrough?” They ask no one in particular. “The clock was just a side project to put this off.” They stare at the wither rose in the pot, as though it’s the one to blame for this matter.

The flower just sits there, perhaps rueful it cannot experience photosynthesis in a place without the sun.

“Don’t sass me.” They snap at the rose. It seems to wilt, and they feel bad. They feel gut wrenchingly. Heart achingly, horrible, because they were just short with a guiltless rose.

“I-” They look at the plant. It doesn’t want to be here. It’s not the fault of something dangerous that doesn’t even know it’s dangerous. They shouldn’t expect the laws of nature to bend for their will just so they’ll be proud. Just for some validation.

“I’m sorry, I- I need to get out.” They forcefully tear their gaze away from the pot and go to the door.

“I’ll just go for a walk. Clear my head. And everything will be fine.” They say, perhaps manifesting for such to happen. The rose doesn’t respond, which. Which makes sense. Yeah. Yeah…

They fix their hair, and try to pull on the pompous, prideful air they masquerade with.

Nobody will look at them long enough to assume they aren’t put together. Not long enough to see their smile is so, so strained. They haven’t before, so why would they now?

Hand resting on the doorknob. Do they really want to do this? Do they really, really want to step outside the door, and into the hall, and walk, steps loud and sharp against the blackstone floors? Continue walking and walking until they reach the courtyard, and-

They open the door before they can keep thinking. Shut it before they can decide the room is far safer and more comfortable than the halls. Start walking before they can turn themself right back around.

“I am a grown person.” They say to the wall. “I am The Crown Prince. They cower when they see me, I don’t cower when I see them.”

That doesn’t help.

Renceren strides down the halls, head held high. They nod curtly to the servants, pretending they stand taller than anyone in here.

Boorish laughter comes from ahead. Suddenly Renceren gets knocked back, some force slamming into their side and shoving them against the wall.

Some pain radiates through their ribs, and they turn to face the oblivious idiot who-

Oh.

“Oi, runt!” Their brother, Mineos, guffaws, his arm looped over one of his comrades in arms. “I haven’t seen you in a while! Nearly squashed you, haha.” He takes another swig from a tankard, and they wince. That alcohol stuff from the overworld smells dreadful, especially when concentrated to survive the heat in the Nether.

“Y-Yes, hello, Mineos. It’s good to see you as well.” And that isn’t entirely a lie, Mineos is one of the few who doesn’t ridicule them. He’s just…a lot.

“Finally out of that stuffy study? Ready to join us on the battlefield and crush skulls and kick babies?”

Ah, joy. They love when Mineos talks about his hobbies.

Mineos ruffles their hair, but presses down harder than needed and they grunt slightly in pain.

“Hey, Mineos. Stop bothering with that scrap, we’ve better things to see, bigger,” Kercules, a high ranking warrior, sneers, hefting his battle axe over his shoulder. “Fish to fry.”

“Yeah yeah. Whatevs. Oh damn, did I hurt you at all?” Mineos stops suddenly, seemingly concerned about them. They can feel Kercules glare on their back.

“What? Oh, I hardly felt it.” Renceren says, even though steady pain still throbs through their shoulder.

“Okay… Anyway, catch ya later, big bro.” Mineos waves, a grin on his face. Kercules snorts, and glances briefly at Renceren and rolls his eyes.

It feels mocking, even though Mineos was being genuine. And even if Mineos didn’t hate them as much as the rest of the castle, what if they started hating him as well?

Besides, he was head over heels for Kercules. If Kercules put his foot down and told him to stop talking to them, Mineos would.

The rowdy party of warriors pass, and Renceren keeps walking. Okay, the walk hasn’t been the greatest, but it’ll be fine. It’ll be okay.

They turn the corner and nearly run into their mother.

Piercing red eyes, long and coiled white hair. She wears golden armor, gilded in redstone. She is power, untouchable, unreachable, and larger than life.

Todays a whole family reunion, they guess. How joyful. How wonderful.

“Mother.” They bow from the waist, wondering why the heat is now stifling. Why they suddenly can’t breathe. Maybe they know the answers, but are they capable of handling them? Can they confront what’s going on?

No.

“Renceren. You have left your chambers? I didn’t know you could do that.” She tilts her head, and it’s like glass shatters. They hold themself still, unmoving as rock. They can’t flinch. They can’t flinch.

“Yes, mother. I was taking a walk.” Keep it simple. Keep it honest. Don’t lie, don’t lie unless there’s no other option.

“Are you…done playing with those vials and things?”

“No, mother. I- I believe that soon, I’ll make a breakthrough, and-”

“Shut up.” Her voice rises slightly, and they just nod, eyes on the floor.

She surveys them for a moment, then laughs. But it’s not kind at all, and not even mocking. Not even with emotion to care. It's dry and coarse, without perturbation.

“Look at my daughter. She’s so amazing, so smart. What a lovely young lady.” She says, tone sort of proud in the sickest, most belittling way. She’s not even being openly awful. She’s just making them feel small, and smaller.

And that shame, that fury, just flows through them again. It’s white hot and it burns, and it feels horrible. They want to hurt her, but they wouldn’t dare. They want to hurt, to scream, to do anything asides stand here in silence while the world somehow keeps turning.

“Mother.” They say, still looking into the ground. If they look up, all they can think of is the expression she’ll wear. “I’d like to be dismissed now.”

“Oh no? I’m sorry honey, did I upset you? Did I upset you, Renceren?” Her lip curls.

“Mother!-” They try to look her in the eye, but they glance up and see red, red, red, and they have to look down so they don’t have to face that glare.

“Don’t raise your voice at me. Do not use that tone.” Her voice goes from airy to stern, to loud. They just nod curtly.

“I was trying to joke around with you. No need to get so defensive.” She says. And she uses her unconcerned tone, the kind that makes them feel like they're crazy. And when she puts it like that, they overreacted, didn’t they?

Yeah. They must have. That’s the only explanation, isn’t it? She doesn’t lie. She’s lied before, but only of little things that are strictly inconsequential.

“May I be dismissed now?” They finally say. She just nods, not even looking at them.

Don’t run out. Don’t look back even though you can feel her gaze on the back of your neck. A thousand more don’ts they've learned over time, and that's how they’ll stay fine.

At least she actually acknowledged their existence today.

They don’t end up continuing their walk. Renceren just goes back to their room. They want so badly to just curl in their bed very small, and block out the world for hours until something happens.

Instead, they light a candle to drive off the darkness, and get back to work.

They’ll show her. That they can do something useful. Something that will help the kingdom reign for centuries more.

“That’s just what you have to do, isn’t it?” They ask the rose. “There’s no point in being if you aren’t useful to someone.”

And of course, there's no reply. They don’t expect one. It’s silly to expect that a plant could talk and maybe even give them like, philosophy or therapy or something of the like.

But maybe, perhaps if the rose could talk, it’d ask them to rest.

//oh this is so old. Anyway

Mineos is silly (Atena has yet to be relevant/mentioned but shes a badass) Mineos is also a piglin, Atena is a blaze.

Kercules too. Wither skeleton silly

AUGH THIS ART SO OLD 💔