#end/ender

[emojistargloww]

end/enders pronoun emojis :D

[angeiiz]

✨ - - GLOWSELF

a person who uses glow/glows/glowself, based off of the glowsquid from minecraft.

🔮 - - ENDERSELF

a person who uses end/ender/enderself, based off of the end, the enderman, or the ender dragon from minecraft.

🪽 - reblog if using! <3

[ronanxing]

push and pull

[ylaeth]

You are the player.

Wake up.

[raccoonpog]

Projecting

[anxiousworm]

Sssssh tiktok doesn’t get the enderman/dragon stuff until tomorrow so let’s keep this between us 🤫

[ender1821]

behold. me coping with session 9 SL!shinyduo

— — —

The crackle of a lightning strike hits at the exact same moment Pearl hears a resounding crack from her neck. After she had been shot by Scar, the impact of the arrow led her to stumble down the ravine beside Scar’s base, leaving her at the bottom of the pit.

Well, at least it was quick.

She finds herself lying on the stone ground, a view of a clear blue sky above her.

The only thing she could do was let herself breathe. (Do ghosts even need to breathe? Eh, who knows.)

Her eyes close as she builds a steady rhythm with the rise and fall of her chest, willing for the aching and exhaustion riddled all throughout her body to somehow dissipate.

Aside from the sound of her breaths, she can pick up Scar’s voice off in the distance. It doesn’t sound much like a cheer, or a cry, or anything— but then again, Pearl’s not in a fit state to focus on whatever he’s saying.

Instead, she tries to think back on everything that just unfolded, all the deaths, the hunts…the duel. The zombie that had been creeping towards Scar before Pearl warned him.

She sighs, “I swear, if he dies to a zombie, after all that…”

Now, she wasn’t really expecting a reply.

Especially not a reply from a voice that’s so familiar.

“I know, right? It’d be embarrassing for both of us.”

Pearl’s eyes snap open in an instant, as though the answer gave her a surge of energy, overpowering the waves of numbing pain.

“…Gem?”

She looks…just like she used to, when they were red…together.

Pearl blinks, trying to focus on the figure looming over her. It’s only then, that she notices Gem’s body is slightly translucent, allowing rays of sunlight to pass through.

“Hey, Pearl.” Gem extends a greeting they both know far too well. She crouches down, tilting her head. “Are you going to keep lying on the ground, or…?”

“I might.” Pearl chuckles. “It’s pretty comfy down here, actually.”

“I can imagine.” Gem shifts to sitting cross-legged next to Pearl, which prompts her to try and actually sit upright as well.

Pearl grunts when she finally manages to move, scooting over to Gem. Sitting underneath the shades of a bit of overhang of the earth above, they find themselves situated in a corner of the ravine, now further ruined with scorch marks and splatters of blood on the walls.

Despite the destruction, sunlight casts shadows of sunflowers into the chasm. It must be the ones Scar has around his base.

Silence follows. Pearl tries her best to stare only at the walls around, but she ends up glancing at Gem a few too many times. She hopes Gem is too preoccupied to notice. (Pretty slim chance of that happening, considering the fact that there’s nothing of interest nearby but them.)

Eventually, though, something in Pearl pushes her to speak.

“So,” Pearl starts, “what’s got you wanting to give me a visit? I thought you’d be with Scott and Impulse.”

Gem jerks up at the sudden question, then turns away from Pearl. “I— I dunno, I just… We died pretty close to each other, you’re the first one I saw.”

If Pearl’s head had been a bit more clearer, maybe she would’ve questioned why Gem was so insistent on not facing Pearl when she answered. Instead, she accepts the answer with a nonchalant “Ah, I see.”

“Well, I appreciate the company. And…” Pearl adds, pausing as the following words get caught in her throat for a brief second:

“I’m sorry.”

That seemingly got Gem’s attention, causing her to look at Pearl once again.

Just today, Pearl was met with those same pair of eyes on multiple occasions. For some, they sparkled with a sense of joy. For others, they held a flurry of panic behind them.

At this moment, they were glazed with a whirlwind of emotions Pearl couldn���t even begin to decipher.

Pearl can see Gem obviously struggling to find something to say, or to piece together the thoughts in her head. Either way, Pearl waits.

“When you— when Scar was coming for me, you asked me if I wanted to duel it out with you, with swords.”

Pearl nods.

“Why?”

It’s such a simple question, really. Pearl knows exactly why she did it. Just as she knows why she went into the End earlier in the game to fight the dragon, why she rode a camel with the same person who’s killed her twice, why she couldn’t get a successful ambush when she’d been in the siege against Gem and the Scotts.

What leaves her lips is not the answer. Not a clear one, at least.

(It’s never easy, is it? When Scar and Gem had begun fighting, all Pearl wanted was a moment to think. She didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know why she began shooting, she just didn’t know. She couldn’t decide.)

“You said you didn’t want a bow fight.”

“But a sword fight, Pearl?” Gem pushes on in an instant. “I know you, Pearl, I know you prefer using an axe.”

“I do, yeah.” Pearl doesn’t give away any more than that, choosing to give Gem a noncommittal response.

“So— If Scar hadn’t— If I agreed, you—”

“You probably would’ve kicked my butt.” Pearl admits with a smile.

Gem takes a deep breath. Then, in the quietest voice Pearl has heard all day, Gem asks, “And you would’ve been fine with that?”

(I would’ve been more than fine with it.)

“You would’ve beat me fair and square, I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

“But you—” Gem cuts herself off with a groan, growing more and more frustrated with Pearl’s vague replies. It’s no use when they’re both dancing around the topic, even though all Gem wants is to ask: would you have let me kill you? Could we have stayed friends? What went wrong?

Gem recalls Pearl backing away after one swing of her sword, when she was fighting Scar, she caught a glimpse of Pearl leaving the fight to them. She remembers how Pearl could’ve pulled out her bow, could’ve ended her right there.

(Do I forgive you?)

A breeze blows past the Sunflower Valley, leading the flowers above, along with their shadows, into a gentle dance.

Nearly every question Gem has dies on the tip of her tongue, leaving only one:

“What now?”

Pearl gives it some quick pondering, before stretching her legs out and bracing herself to stand. “I wanna check on Mailbox and Matchbox.”

“Then,” She helps herself up by leaning on a wall. “I wanna see if I can find my Mounders anywhere.”

Lastly, she extends a hand out to Gem. “After that… I think I remember Scott saying something about a spare camel around Etho’s?”

Gem returns the smirk on Pearl’s face with one of her own. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“The Murder Camel rides once more!” Pearl cheers as she pulls Gem up with her.

[banicraft]

End crystal

[chaosspelledwrong]

Never watched Steven universe. Definitely gonna get to it.

[kaneidae]

My interpretation of the Minecraft Ender Dragon

[zetsuboushachi]

A collection of Indie Games drawings from 2021 I did.

Remembered having alot of fun with this one back then.

[drawolfknight]

[Jean?]

[rat-rosemary]

I want to write a fic about Dream moving into a frat mid college for some reason and he has the surgery scars he has and every single time a frat bro sees him without a shirt on their reaction is "Dude, cool scars!! ... is it a trans thing?" "Uh... no, they're like, surgery scars" "Cool cool... you're still going with he/him right? Just to check" "yeah"

[illwilledomen]

A singular Enderman will refer to themselves as ‘we’, as well as when referring to another Enderman. Due to their psychic abilities Endermen are linked to one another in the end through a web of thoughts and images which the Endermen refer to as the Chorus. The Ancient Humans, in the later stages of their civilisation predescessing their catastrophic downfall, saw Endermen as a threat due to their extremely advanced intelligence and unique capabilities, and so, they constructed a biomechanical tyrant, The Dragon, which constantly sent off huge disruptions into The Chorus which agitated and weakened Endermen, and garbled and warped their only true way of communication. Endermen are basically a hive mind, but an individual Enderman, over time if separated from The End’s Chorus, can develop individual needs and desires. This is seen in Overmen, which are Endermen who live in the Overworld. They spend unnatural amounts of time in solitude and silence separated from the Chorus and so their rapidly changing mind breaks off from their hive. They still follow their collective use of a single pronoun for their species and are still affected by any major changes in the Chorus, however.

Due to Endermen viewing their entire species as essentially a singular mind, they, when within their home dimension, do not understand the concept of self, friendship with other entities nor comprehend other organisms as having minds, personalities or sentience. This may make them seem malevolent, irrational or dangerous - and while they should be respected and are certainly unpredictable, they seldom mean harm. Overmen, however, having separately adapted from the linked consciousness, may unknowingly discover friendship (or enemyship) with other sentient beings such as Villagers. Their presence is heavily stigmatized however - Many villagers see them as a sign of bad luck, a symbol of impending death to the family akin to a Banshee or a black cat.

They are labeled as ghosts, demons or monsters and regarded with as much fear and apprehension as the undead or various dangerous predators such as spiders and phantoms. Illagers (not abiding by villager superstition and folklore) regard Endermen as feral animals. Some evokers show interest in the study of teleportation and conduct experiments on Endermen. Wandering traders are different, however. They have a seperate set of unspoken social ‘rules’ which regard Overmen with more respect. There is the understandable warning to avert eye contact, but it is also out of respect as it is of caution. Endermen are to be treated as a benevolent force which comes and goes as they please - they will not stay and they will not leave by demand of someone. The wandering traders acknowledge either way, however, that Endermen (of any kind, Overmen, End-native or Belowmen (nether)) are otherworldly beings and do not follow the terms, rules and values that villagers - and other Overworld beings - do.

Regarding Belowmen (Nether Endermen), Piglin see them as silent, harmless yet eerie ghosts. They are a sign to stay away from an area - like a living ‘caution’ sign (this stems from the dangerous properties of warped fungus) yet they are not seen as destructive or dangerous themselves.

Endermen have very faint markings on their face that differentiate them. These differences are more prominent on Overmen due to water scars. Endermen do not have names for themselves, but if they befriend a villager, player, piglin, etc, they will accept any name given to them.

[limeartichoke]

mmm idk how i feel abt this but I'm posting it anyway cause i know someone will appreciate it ‼️‼️

[zero-is-nebulous]

Grian THE horror