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vibesss

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The buttercups 🏵

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Gem's lighthouse

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etho amogus strim doodles !!!

his amogus character is so creature. i need him studied under a microscope bc i dont understand how he manages to make digital characters move so adorable

you guys watched his new ep? he has a new pc!! for such a technical guy, i dont get how he likes pre-builts but then again. hes etho. so like. thats explanation enough

i actually laughed out loud bc i realized etho is probably joining more non mc streams because of his new pc. this little guy is just so funny man

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and then they did<3

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small update

unfortunately my laptop charger broke so i can’t update any fanfics currently. :( i’m working on finding a new one to buy and i think it will be easy but i’ve got work and a lot of doctor appointments coming up 🫶 im working on an october fest writing challenge but can’t write anything rn unless it’s on my phone. all i can do right now is make a list and some plot points. will try to type something up on my ipad like its a giant phone but im struggling without my laptop.

ps my laptop is perfectly fine and doing well, just the charger so that’s a better alternative but very slow updates and potentially a technical hiatus until i can get a new charger

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BACK IN THE FREAKING BUILDING I FINALLY GOT TIME TO DRAW

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🎶🎵🎶

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yeah man sure

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16/04/25

12 est

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i reject blood bonds in minecraft because i'm a code-based life enthusiast, but you may know that i like to consider "minecraft" a sort of religious teaching in the in-game universe (here's my previous post about this), which makes the end poem a some kind of universal religious text.

and the poem reads:

The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body. And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother’s body, into the long dream. You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.

and i can't stop thinking about what a great point it can be for minecraft characters. all of them were born alone, in a singleplayer world. none of them have ever seen their mother. they had to survive and learn and grow all by themselves. but they all believe in different things.

some of them wouldn't care about the poem at all, considering it outdated and irrelevant. some of them has never read it, has never even heard of it.

some of them would believe this is fiction that exists to comfort lonely souls and give meanings to their lives. because there's a chance you'll spend your etenrity in a singleplayer world, never connecting to another soul.

some of them would believe they actually have a mother. some would try to find her across the world and the universe. some would even believe they've found her. some would lie to others that they have. some would imagine what she's like. for some this image would be comforting, as it would be discomforting for others. some would blame her for bringing them into the universe. some would talk to her in an internal monologue. some would believe this myth but slowly grow out of their attachment. and some would see parental figures in the souls they've found along the way.

some would think that the great void is their mother, and, i think, those would be the only ones who are right.

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my writer brain: nuh uh i'm not changing that it's my style. i write like that because it's my style. i have a style. it sounds like that because it's my style. my style. my style. you don't like it? well it's my style.

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*writes two paragraphs after months of literally nothing and it took three hours*

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i’m so tempted to watch everyone’s povs of all seasons of the life series