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The only rpf I’ve ever considered writing is a crack fic in which the irl hermits are zapped into the in-game server and they now all must contend with the comfort fact that none of them built a damn bedroom

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don't you just love it when your friends keep your king sona's beheaded scalp in their home <3

also. important addition

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Huevember day 15: Deep Frost

The dungeon is ready for its next victim. ❄️✨❄️

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How does one make and wear a Glowstone cloak? Why, you simply refine larger pieces into coins or scales and string them together on a miniature chains. The resultant clothing is heavy, slightly uncomfy and very loud, but it's a small price for Bdubs to pay in exchange for (maybe) becoming the most fashionable builder on any server!

you can tell when Bdubs is nearby by the Horrible Clanking Sounds!

-Mod Mleem

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listen i had to

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Parenting hack via my father: He was a single father and very stressed all the time. We were pretty crazy kids and getting us to do anything was a hassle. He made up a game to get us to eat veggies/try new things, where my siblings and I were bunnies and he was a farmer protecting his crops.

We would have to sneak into the kitchen and ‘steal’ his crops (cut up veggies that he put out for us), while he wasn’t looking (ie: making dinner/getting work done)

If he saw us, he would get really theatrical and ‘chase’ us with a broom, hollerin’ about pesky rabbits and all that, while we would run away and scarf down the veggies in hiding. Then the game would start again.

A carrot has never tasted so good.

(As an aside, I don’t know how he got any work done in the end, but I don’t know if he actually cared so long as we ate lol)

Amazing stupendous wonderful I’m stealing

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The book is Witch Week and it’s one of the books in the Chrestomanci series, which I highly recommend. (My list of favorite Diana Wynn Jones books goes Howl’s Moving Castle, The Dark Lord of Derkholm, and the entire Chrestomanci series because I love them all.)

Since it’s Nov 5th, I would just like to say that Diana Wynne Jones wrote a whole book about a world that had fucked up its projected path and had become a hellscape of modern witch trials and when they finally find out what went wrong it’s because Guy Fawkes actually blew up the Parliament instead of failing and it was such a big explosion that it introduced magic to the world and made everyone deathly afraid of it. Anyway

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the older I get, the more the technological changes I've lived through as a millennial feel bizarre to me. we had computers in my primary school classroom; I first learned to type on a typewriter. I had a cellphone as a teenager, but still needed a physical train timetable. my parents listened to LP records when I was growing up; meanwhile, my childhood cassette tape collection became a CD collection, until I started downloading mp3s on kazaa over our 56k modem internet connection to play in winamp on my desktop computer, and now my laptop doesn't even have a disc tray. I used to save my word documents on floppy discs. I grew up using the rotary phone at my grandparents' house and our wall-connected landline; my mother's first cellphone was so big, we called it The Brick. I once took my desktop computer - monitor, tower and all - on the train to attend a LAN party at a friend's house where we had to connect to the internet with physical cables to play together, and where one friend's massive CRT monitor wouldn't fit on any available table. as kids, we used to make concertina caterpillars in class with the punctured and perforated paper strips that were left over whenever anything was printed on the room's dot matrix printer, which was outdated by the time I was in high school. VHS tapes became DVDs, and you could still rent both at the local video store when I was first married, but those shops all died out within the next six years. my facebook account predates the iphone camera - I used to carry around a separate digital camera and manually upload photos to the computer in order to post them; there are rolls of undeveloped film from my childhood still in envelopes from the chemist's in my childhood photo albums. I have a photo album from my wedding, but no physical albums of my child; by then, we were all posting online, and now that's a decade's worth of pictures I'd have to sort through manually in order to create one. there are video games I tell my son about but can't ever show him because the consoles they used to run on are all obsolete and the games were never remastered for the new ones that don't have the requisite backwards compatibility. I used to have a walkman for car trips as a kid; then I had a discman and a plastic hardshell case of CDs to carry around as a teenager; later, a friend gave my husband and I engraved matching ipods as a wedding present, and we used them both until they stopped working; now they're obsolete. today I texted my mother, who was born in 1950, a tiktok upload of an instructional video for girls from 1956 on how to look after their hair and nails and fold their clothes. my father was born four years after the invention of colour televison; he worked in radio and print journalism, and in the years before his health declined, even though he logically understood that newspapers existed online, he would clip out articles from the physical paper, put them in an envelope and mail them to me overseas if he wanted me to read them. and now I hold the world in a glass-faced rectangle, and I have access to everything and ownership of nothing, and everything I write online can potentially be wiped out at the drop of a hat by the ego of an idiot manchild billionaire. as a child, I wore a watch, but like most of my generation, I stopped when cellphones started telling us the time and they became redundant. now, my son wears a smartwatch so we can call him home from playing in the neighbourhood park, and there's a tanline on his wrist ike the one I haven't had since the age of fifteen. and I wonder: what will 2030 look like?

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the people have spoken ☁️

here's the finished version! what do you all think?

is anybody feeling brave enough to tweet it at tango?

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Disco's base, Blackreach, part 1

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All Empires Fanfic

Empires Season 1 Do I Dream Again fWhip has always been able to feel his twin sister's emotions--and one night he wakes up to a mess of pain and fear and rage. The problem is...fWhip can't find Gem anywhere on the server. AO3

Slow Fuse fWhip has always been able to feel his twin sister's emotions--and one night he wakes up to a mess of pain and fear and rage. The problem is...fWhip can't find Gem anywhere on the server. AO3

Everything Turns To Gold The dragon is dead, and darkness is spreading across the land. When Xornoth attacks Gem’s kingdom in search of the egg, Gem and fWhip beg Scott to hide it in Rivendell. But in the gloom of the rising winter, Scott too is attacked…and disappears. The other rulers are left to battle the elements, the demon, and even their own friends as they search for Scott, delving deep into the past for answers. And Scott learns that being a god’s chosen is a fate only slightly better than death. AO3

Aeor's Blessing (prologue to Everything Turns To Gold) What if Xornoth had confronted the King of Rivendell after the dragon fight--before Scott had a chance to speak to any of his allies? AO3

A Hope In Flickering Flame The youngsters of Rivendell are shown their history and told the legend of the rulers who sleep, awaiting their time to rise and fight once again... An Arthurian take on Empires. AO3

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All Life Series fanfic

Third Life The Only Way We're Leaving Everything is different...yet some things remain the same. Martyn keeps having flashbacks of a Third Life game before. A Third Life that no one else thinks existed. But it did. And as he struggles to keep himself and his allies alive, he realizes something has gone wrong this time. Something is out there, something sentient...something other than the players. And it's become focused on him. A Martyn-centric, Third Life AU. Fic song: State of My Head by Shinedown AO3

The Threads That Bind Us the night before battle, Ren makes a gift for his loyal friend AO3

The Test (inspired by Dog At the Door) Martyn's loyalty is tested by the Red King (inspired by Dog At the Door by iamsolarflare and fluffy_papaya) AO3

Last Life Souleater (stackfic)

The What If...Last Life series (Contains A Life For A Life, Boogey Ren, Ride Or Die, Even Trade, Maybe It's For the BEST, Honor Bound) AO3

Double Life Lying on Red Jimmy is taken hostage by Etho and Joel, forcing Tango to work for them. They want a Warden. Tango...just wants to live to see another day. AO3

Cursed Pasts After the ranch burns down, Jimmy and Tango have a conversation about Tango's past AO3

Canary and Coal Mine a drabble about Double Life, Jimmy's canary curse, and finding his soulmate AO3

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Hermitcraft fanfic links

All my Hermitcraft fanfiction links in one place!

Etho VS Evil Etho is willing to give EX a second chance--even if EX did trap him and manipulate him into building a redstone machine for a heist. But how far is Etho willing to let EX go when the plot threatens his friends? AO3 | Tumblr

Sticker War Gem started it, Grian made a game of it--how many stickers can the hermits get on Doc's cyborg arm throughout a season? AO3

Been Here Before Tango has promised a Warden for Decked Out 2.0, and by golly, he's gonna get a Warden. But the deeper he delves into the Deep Dark...the more things he remembers. AO3

Double Trouble (in progress) During one of their battles, a glitch in the server respawns both Welsknight and Helsknight in Hels--not Hermitcraft. For Wels, it's a shock to see what kind of world Hels inhabits--and a greater shock to learn that there are more twisted versions of the Hermits, known as Helsmits, that are more than willing to permanently kill him in their quest to travel to Hermitcraft. For Helsknight, it's the worst possible scenario. The other Hels have tried for years to force his secrets from him--how he managed to travel to Hermitcraft, and how he keeps returning. Helsknight may hate the Hermits, but he hates the other Hels more. And now that his double is in Hels, he knows its only a matter of time before the others find out and start hunting them. he has to keep Wels safe, somehow, until they can make it to one of his safe portals and gets Wels back to his own server. AO3

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Sooooo The Edge SMP has a tumblr now in case you wanna keep up to date with episodes and things. And shinies like pretty shader pics.

Just so’s ya know.

A few pictures from season 2's spawn village!

Left to right, upper row: spawn garden overlooking the lake, the bridge from Red's treehouse to the shopping district, the Lore-brary

Left to right, second row: interior of the lore-brary, looking up, Strawberries' house and one of Karen's tentacles

Left to right, third row: where it all began (spawn point and nether portal), the interior of the town hall, the exterior of the town hall

Left to right, lower row: the entrance to the shopping district, Disco's mini castle, and the XP Tree

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i love giggs

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How can it be that Season 2 is done already?! Super proud of all that's been done in this season, both by myself and all my amazing server mates. Here's to a new season starting soon and we can do it all again!