#enders bookmarks

[riality-check]

steddie prompt! steve struggling with his dyslexia and feeling like he isnt smart enough compared to eddie and the kids?

In an effort to, in his words, "convert him to the light side," Dustin had given Steve an armful of what he deemed "essential reading" and sent him away to "learn the ways of the Force."

If Steve didn't like Star Wars so much, he would've made fun of that little nerd.

But, honestly, he's a little grateful. With no more monsters to slay and it being way too cold to venture outside of his house to go swim or play basketball, the books fill up a good chunk of time.

Too good a chunk.

It's taking him way too long to get through them.

He didn't try The Hobbit or Lord of the Rings because those looked way too intimidating. Dune's first twenty pages were boring as shit, and Ender's Game was a lot, to say the least.

So, he's been making his way through A Wrinkle in Time.

Slowly making his way through it. Too slowly.

Steve has been quickly reminded about why he hasn't voluntarily read a book since elementary school, and why he stopped reading the required books in high school.

It's hard. Reading sucks.

He doesn't know how other people get through it when the letters don't make sense and seem to switch, like how "b" and "d" or "f" and "t" look way too similar.

"Whatcha readin'?"

Steve looks up from the book - god, it's probably taken him at least an hour to get through chapter one, hasn't it - to find Eddie in the doorway of the living room.

Guess he's taking advantage of the spare key, Steve thinks to himself, but he's not mad about it, not even a little.

"A Wrinkle in Time," he says, holding up the book so Eddie can see the cover.

Eddie lights up. "Oh, I love that book! I think the last time I read it, I was in, shit, maybe fourth grade?"

Steve knows he didn't mean it, but damn. That hurt a little bit.

He can't even get through a book Eddie read when he was in elementary school?

"What part are you at?"

Steve tucks the book against his chest so Eddie doesn't see how the bookmark isn't very far in. "Not very. Just met Mrs. Which. It's kind of hard to get through-"

"Oh, yeah," Eddie nods. "It took me, like, three days."

"- because the letters keep switching."

Eddie frowns. "What?"

"The letters," Steve says. "Like, they're moving a lot for this book. I don't know why."

Eddie looks at him blankly.

Oh.

"Does that... not happen for you?"

Eddie shakes his head.

Steve huffs out a laugh because of course this would be a uniquely him problem. Of course people like Dustin and Eddie and the rest of the party would like reading, because of course they would be able to do it right.

"I guess I really am stupid."

"It took me three tries to get through my senior year," Eddie says seriously, putting his hand on Steve's shoulder. "Does that make me stupid?"

"No," Steve says instantly. It doesn't. Just because Eddie wasn't good at school doesn't mean he isn't smart. He's a brilliant storyteller and musician, and both of those take brains.

Steve doesn't have a hobby that takes brains because he just... doesn't have enough. Plain and simple. That's how it's always been.

"Ok, then you're not stupid for having trouble reading," Eddie says like it's the simplest thing in the world.

"But-"

"But what? We're all gonna struggle with something. For me, it was school. For you, it's reading. It's why we've got other people to fill in the gaps."

Other people don't fill in the gaps. Steve does. Steve stretches himself thin, makes sure he's everywhere at once to make sure the kids and Robin and Eddie are okay.

No one else can do that because. Well.

Steve has to be irreplaceable somehow. He's gotta be necessary somehow.

This is the only way they need him.

"Get out of your head, martyr," Eddie says, reading his mind. He's not as good at that as Robin is - Steve doesn't think anyone will ever be able to read him like Robin can - but he can still do it.

It's weird, just like Eddie is. Steve's learned to love weird over the past few years.

"Do you want me to stick around?" Eddie asks.

"You can stay, if you want," Steve says.

"I always want to stay with you," Eddie says, and damn if that sentence doesn't take Steve's breath away. "But I figured I'd ask."

So, Eddie lays his head in Steve's lap as Steve dives back into a world of tesseracts and space and time, and when Steve tilts the book down and points to a word that just isn't making sense, Eddie reads it for him.

He doesn't comment on how often he hears the pages flip.

[olliedollie1204]

a winter's tale (chapter 1)

Remus goes to a winter break party... so does his love-stricken brother, his meddling roommate, his nosy-ass friends, and, oh yeah, his totally-not-a-crush. What could go wrong?

Read here on AO3

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“You need to tell him.”

“I’m not gonna tell him. You need to tell him.”

“Well, I’m not gonna tell him!”

“Children, please,” Janus said tiredly. “Daddy’s trying to read.”

Roman glowered at his roommate from across the kitchen table. “Please don’t ever refer to yourself as ‘daddy’ in my presence.”

“Oh, can I call you daddy?” Remus asked, chipper and bright even in the midst of yet another spat with his brother over the breakfast table. He flopped over the back of Janus’ shoulders, wrapping his arms around his chest and making obnoxious kissing noises against the back of his head. Janus patted his arm.

“A tempting offer, but no thank you,” he replied. “I’d rather not become yet another excuse why you refuse to confess your hopeless crush on Logan.”

Remus gagged, moving to step away, but Janus suddenly grabbed his forearms and kept him from leaving the conversation.

“Truly, it’d be such a shame for yet another year of your friendship to come and go without you finding the balls to inform him of your growing romantic feelings for him,” Janus continued.

Remus hissed and struggled against the hold Janus had on him.

“Ah, yes, a perfectly mature response. I’m shaking in my slippers.”

“And it’s not like he’d get mad about it!” Roman added. “Even if Lo doesn’t feel the same way, he has the right to know how badly you want him!”

“And you have the right to ask for what you want from him.”

“Maybe he’ll say he likes you too!”

“Or maybe he’ll reject you, and you can focus your attention on rebuilding your shattered pride and redirecting your emotions toward self love instead.”

Remus stopped struggling. “Oh, I love myself plenty, thank you very much.”

“Yes, I know, we share a wall,” Janus replied. Roman gagged.

“No sex talk at the table, please?”

Remus quirked his head. “Is masturbation sex?”

“You know who would love to have that fascinating debate with you?” Janus interrupted suddenly. He twisted around to catch Remus’ eye without letting him out of his grasp. “Logan.”

Remus groaned. He dropped his head against Janus’ shoulder, banging it softly. “Why are we even talking about me? Roman’s the one who almost sucked face with Virgil last night.”

“We had a moment,” Roman corrected primly. “And… yes, perhaps said moment would’ve been nicely bookmarked with a proclamation of my long-term romantic interest in him, but a bitch is anxious, okay?”

“And if you hadn’t been so distracted eating all of the cookies I literally just baked yesterday,” Janus said to Remus, “then you would’ve heard that Roman actually does intend to profess his love tonight.”

“Bullshit! That’s what he’s said before every winter break party we’ve been to for the last two years!”

“I have a plan!” Roman insisted. “Virgil always leaves parties early, and I know he walks home because he doesn’t want to ask anyone to leave the party to drive him— I’ll find him before he leaves, ask to accompany him home, we’ll have a wonderfully romantic midnight stroll, I’ll time my confession so that I finish just as we’re arriving to his house—”

“Do not make a joke about finishing,” Janus muttered just as Remus opened his mouth.

“Wherein he will have the immediate escape option of going inside if he needs time to process my declaration!” Roman finished triumphantly.

“Is that honestly your plan?” Remus asked.

“It is exactly my plan, brother dear.”

Janus hummed. “And how many times have you attempted to initiate this plan by offering to walk Virgil home, only to chicken out halfway back to his house?”

Roman stuck his tongue out in lieu of answering. And people say Remus is the immature one.

“Well, you have fun with that!” Remus announced, finally pulling himself away from Janus’ grasp. “While you’re pussy-footing around with Virgil, Jan and I’ll be starting our bi-annual semester-ender bender.”

“Unless…” Janus started, before trailing off. Remus froze and looked at him.

“Unless?”

Janus cocked his head and gave Remus an appraising look. “Unless you… follow Roman’s footsteps…”

Remus’ jaw dropped. “Oh, fuck off.”

Janus scoffed, slapping down his newspaper. “Well, at least Roman is trying to pursue his romantic endeavors. You, on the other hand, you’d rather— what? Dance around the subject until you and Logan both finish grad school and your opportunity will be lost to the sands of time?”

“Tonight’s the perfect opportunity!” Roman added. “He’ll be so relieved the semester’s over, he’ll probably start making out with you on the dance floor right then and there. Isn’t that what you want?”

A spark of something hot and sharp burst in Remus’ chest. “You don’t know what the fuck I want.”

He knew of all people, his brother and his roommate were the least likely to be shocked by his outbursts, but even they stopped the ribbing to look at him cautiously. Which Remus hated, because cautious borders on concern which borders on pity, even though he knew that they were just trying to be respectful of his feelings. Bastards.

Because, in reality… Roman really didn’t know what Remus wanted. Remus really didn’t know what Remus wanted. He didn’t know if he wanted to kiss Logan or to hold hands with him, if his fantasies of them two of them together ending with fucking or cuddling, if he even wanted Logan to do anything other than look at him and listen to him and talk with him. That’s all he could think to ask of Logan: he just wanted to hang around him all the time.

Not like he was actually going to ask Logan anything.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” Roman said softly, pulling Remus out of his stupor. He rolled his eyes, half on instinct and half to diffuse the tension in the room.

“Oh, don’t get soft on me, Pissy. We all know I do what I want, when I want— and what I want is to get fucking smashed at this party tonight. Not dragged down by a bunch of sappy confession shit.”

Roman snorted, raising his hands in surrender. “Message received, Gross-feratu. All I ask is that you consider your options— can you think of any better time to have an emotional conversation with Logan than immediately after his final exams are over, when his endorphins levels are at their peak?”

“And at the risk of sounding… altruistic,” Janus added, nose wrinkling with distaste, “I believe you owe it to him to tell him how you feel.”

Remus stuck his tongue out. “Since when do you prioritize other people’s feelings over your own self interest?”

“Since the two of you brought Patton home like a stray,” Janus replied drily. “Besides, the only thing I like more than deception is blackmail. Tell Logan you want to pursue a romantic relationship with him, or I will.”

“Me too!” Roman chimed in. Remus fixed him with a glare.

“Want me to snitch to Emo Nightmare about your little crush, Princeypie?”

“It’ll be mutually assured destruction, dear brother.”

“Yeah? Then I guess you won’t mind if I tell Virgil about all the poetry you’ve written for him.”

“Well, then I’ll tell Logan about the drawings you’ve done of him.”

Remus flushed. “That’s— that’s different, you piece of shit—”

“Aw, what’s wrong? You thought we didn’t notice all the times you pulled up his Instagram just to stare at his pretty face?”

“Don’t call him pretty, zit head!” Remus snapped, bounding around the table and reaching for Roman. Roman squawked and jumped out of his chair just in time for the two of them to begin racing in circles around the dining room table like a couple of cartoon characters.

Janus sighed, flipping to the next page of his newspaper. “One day. One day they’ll kill each other and then I’ll be free.”

[dvilkings]

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DREAMNOTFOUND

Silver and Gold {series}

The Treasures of Your Seas }{ 6/6 chapters }{ 48.8k words }{ Explicit }{ Season One

"I need to find a man before they do.”

“Who are they?”

“Pirates.”

Dream is a pirate with a vengeance, and George is a prince with a secret.

No Rest for the Wicked }{ 4/? chapters }{ 22.1k words }{ Mature }{ Season Two

“My future is but a dream, madam. I’m afraid it must stay that way.”

“Dreams were meant to be captured, lest they become nightmares. You’d best remember that, before it’s too late.”

All good stories begin with Once Upon a Time.

The World is Still the Same }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 1.9k words }{ General Audiences

It's just another beautiful day aboard Ender's Eye, and Dream's friends are fighting again.

Start of Time }{ 3/6 chapters }{ 20.2k words }{ 

Since being given the crown, George wants to be the best king the server deserves. He wants everyone to be happy and healthy and safe.

Dream wants the same, and finds that he will do anything in his power to make it happen.

~ A DSMP retelling from Dream and George's perspectives

[ unfinished, dsmp lore related, angst ]

Pull On My Hair, Call Me Pretty }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 2.6k words }{ Mature

“What did I say about moving?”

“Ngh–” George moaned out, eyes fluttering. Dream drummed fingers on the side of his neck, against his pulse. He sighed out as much as he could with his breathing being cut short.

“Huh?” Dream questioned again.

Dream gives George a haircut and pulls on his hair and George likes it. Based on George's haircut stream

[ based on george’s haircut stream, based on irl situations ]

Like You Do }{ 2/2 chapters }{ 17.9k words }{ Mature

George let out a breath, plan already devolving in his head as he looked at his best friend.

Best friend, that’s it. This is fine. Just ask him, you idiot! George siked himself up before he blurted: “Wannapracticewithme?”

Dream was already sputtering, “W-w-what? The fuck did you just say?”

George is in love with someone else, but he's never kissed anyone before. So he asks Dream to help him.

[ a dnf practice kissing au; some angst, some smut, some fluff ]

kiss me under the mistletoe }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 2.8k words }{ General Audiences

“Why do you care?” George asked, gesturing with the mistletoe.

Dream shrugged, eyes flicking between the plant and George’s face. “It was never used, so it has no memories tied to it. No meaning. So why keep it.”

George shrugged in turn. “Never know, I might pull it out when someone least expects it, so they have to kiss me. Or something.”

Dream put up mistletoe for apparently no other reason than as a Christmas decoration. George is expecting something more.

[ pure fluff, winter holiday fic ]

just for new year’s eve }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 3.8k words }{ General Audiences

“George?” Dream’s voice was gentle, caressing George back to waking. He hummed his presence. “I would.”

“You would what?”

“Kiss you. If you were here.”

Dream said he would kiss George on New Year's Eve. If only he was in Florida to do so.

[ hint of angst, pure fluff, new year’s eve fic ]

the sounds you make }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 4.5k words }{ Explicit

“Dream,” George sighed, head tilting back as warm lips pressed against his neck. “What are we doing here?”

One of Dream’s hands rose and skimmed over a nipple. George puffed out air in surprise, twitching beneath wandering hands. “I wanted to hear the kinds of sounds you can make.”

Dream is a singer and George catches his fancy.

The Poppy King }{ 1/? chapters }{ 3.3k words }{ Mature

Sunrise bloomed golden flowers into the night sky. A painting in the making of beginnings and hopes and sweet dreams awakening. And there, a dying star, blinking into a world of darkness, sat a king on a bed of poppies. Blood reds and forest greens twisting sun kissed skin. A man, lonely and abandoned, fighting for his life.

The kingdom is ruled by a quiet and lonely king with a mask of arrogance and fury. Some say his reign is torture, some say it must come to an end. George is given the weapon to make this choice to save a kingdom, or save a king.

[ unfinished, Dream and George DSMP role reversal, with a twist ]

Of Monsters and Men }{ 3/? chapters }{ 9.7k words }{ Mature

The gods of the SMP ruled in a time where everything was new and everything was innocent. XD was given breath to create more life, and HD was given the teeth to take it away. They were opposite ends of the poems, and tethered by their veins. It was tedious, but they had peace. Then new fueds arose, and war began to brew. They'll know what loss tastes like, what weakness feels when the darkness' End comes for them all.

The tragic backstory to the gods of the SMP.

[ unfinished, angst , dsmp lore ]

the fortnite date }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 3.2k words }{ General Audiences

A part of him wanted to turn the radio off, let them fall into coincidental silence rather than sit and listen to the song attached to the imaginative couple of them.

But...

“Stay! Stay here,” Dream laughed. “Wait until it’s over.”

The day Heatwaves played in Dream and George's Fortnite game.

[ pure fluff, based on irl situation ]

as time moves }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 7k words }{ Teen +

“I thought he was hiding you away. He was keeping you from mom, wasn’t he?”

George snorted. “He thinks she’s going to take me from him.”

“Yeah, well, Clay is protective of you. It could be anyone, and he would keep you locked away in the car.”

George guffawed, shifting and folding a leg beneath him to look up at the blonde easier. “He’s just an idiot.”

Dream and George have been living together for seven years, and time moves without notice sometimes. So do memories, and feelings.

[ hints of angst, mainly fluff, aged up ]

the time it takes }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 4.3k words }{ Explicit

“Please take me home, Dream.”

It was ten seconds before that signature smirk glistened into place on Dream’s lips and he angled his head so George had no choice but to look into his boyfriend’s eyes, or close them completely.

“Why.”

“I…y-you know why,” George finally grunted out at the lazy turned smile on Dream’s face.

Dream and George spend their first Valentine's Day together completely enamored with each other.

[ pure fluff, smut, valentine’s day fic ]

your comfort, your pain }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 3.9k words }{ Explicit

“What do you think you’re doing?” Dream asked.

“I- um-”

“Have you been stealing my clothes?”

Maybe tonight would be the night to try those tricks he kept locked tight in his closet.

This time, Dream let the smirk show.

George has been stealing Dream's clothes, so he decides to punish his boyfriend.

DWT Writer's Whore Week Day 6: BDSM

[ pure smut, slight bdsm ]

don’t you hesitate }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 4k words }{ Teen +

“It’s not just horny couples, okay? It can be two friends just joking around.”

“And kissing each other,” Dream deadpanned.

“It’s called the ‘try not to kiss challenge’ for a reason, idiot.”

Dream and George try a famed TikTok trend.

talk it up like }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 5.2k words }{ Teen +

“Go away. While I’m still being nice.”

“Ah, this you being nice? I’d hate to get on your mean side.” It was pushing all the delicate boundaries between them. “Come on, sweetheart. Curse me out. I know you want to.”

“I told you to go away, Dream.” His voice gritted out between his teeth, lips curling up like a menacing kitten. Dream cocked his head, and caught sight of the impossibly darkened brown eyes.

“Or what?"

Dream is the bad boy, and George is the tennis player.

our life is a hallmark movie }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 2k words }{ General Audiences

George is cut off by his surprise. Because there is a man standing at his door.

"D-Dream?"

George is left alone in London, again, but sometimes Hallmark movie moments happen.

trial date }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 4.2k words }{ General Audiences

“What do you mean trial date?” George pressed.

“I mean trial date. Like, let’s go on a date. Pretend like we’re dating. Hm? We talked about…us, at one point. Then went on that Minecraft date. It’s– like, we can’t knock it ‘til we try it, right?”

George has never been on a date. Dream decides to change that.

Bubble Bomb Lovin’ }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 4.1k words }{ Explicit

“I’ll do whatever you want before bed, if you get out of this water.”

A dramatic huff. And then a sudden shivering glint in frigid turned eyes.

Dream comes home to find George taking a bath, and gets more than he bargained for.

to fly }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 932 words }{ General Audiences

What do I think it’s like to fly?

A DNF short story

KARLNAP

The Muse }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 1.7k words }{ General Audiences

“I’m Sapnap–”

“Karl.”

“I know.”

Karl is a photographer, and Sapnap is his unwitting muse.

DREAM TEAM

Run to You }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 572 words }{ General Audiences

The camera was pulled away, light shining bright before focusing on a body, then two. A third pair of feet joined the frame.

"You're filming this?" George laughed.

"I had too! I told you I would," Dream's smile could be heard behind the camera.

"Gogy!"

The Dream Team finally meet up and film it

by your side }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 1.3k words }{ General Audiences

Dream couldn’t help the quiver of his lips, begging to stretch in a smile.

“Can I turn a light on?”

Sometimes it's dark, and sometimes your light comes to you.

DREAM SMP

The Untolds from the SMP {series}

the sleeping prince }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 1.4k words }{ General Audiences

george, the sleeping prince of kinoko kingdom, blessed and cursed by the gods.

the phoenix left behind }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 2.1k words }{ General Audiences

sapnap, the fireborn phoenix left behind and forgotten, cursing gods and blaming the universe.

the forgotten soldier }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 1.8k words }{ Teen +

punz, the forgotten and lonely soldier, always wanting and never finding peace.

[latenightmining]

hey what’s up?

this is not a kin blog, impersonation blog, or alter blog. It is a roleplay blog for c!ranboo from the dream smp. This blog is a closed roleplay blog, meaning I am not interested in roleplaying with people I do not know. This is just for me to have fun I’m not trying to do anything huge :]

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[crows-and-cookies]

For the writers questions

2 3 14 15

Ommggggg thanks friend! This is so much fun :)

2--If I had to give up a keyboard and write by hand...

YES easy peasy. I used to write exclusively by hand for years. I used to haul these notebooks around with me all though high school, they were comp. notebooks that I would have to tape together because they were so ragged. I still keep a handwritten journal and often write scenes in it. In college I would pretend to take handwritten notes but really just be writing stories. Now I don't write my stories by hand as much as I used to (as in my family would be watching TV and I would be scribbling away) but I still do write in my notebooks enough. I prefer pen. No I'm not a wizard I just love writing in my bastardized cursive scribble

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

Uhhhhhh idk about that, I tend to predistract myself by listening to music, sometimes the same song again and again on a loop. I also tend to write little phrases in my notebooks or notes app and then have to go find them later. I guess I also take a break from writing to go do other writing (fanfiction). Oh I also send my friends lines I've written with no context. None of that's too weird though

14. Do you lend your books to people? Ect.

Not anymore. Jake Miller from high school, you still have my copy of Enders Game. I'm not getting that back. Michael, you have my copy of Oryx and Crake and I hope you didn't give it away when you moved. I have a very good friend who almost lost one of my favorite books when her luggage was lost but thankfully she got it all back--terrible old borders receipt bookmark and all! It's just if I own a book I probably really love it and would rather get it back. Libraries exist, find books there.

15. Do you write in books/dog-ear/read in the bath?

I used to not, but then I learned how to annotate and really enjoy it, so if I own a book I might write in it. My birds books I always write in, but that's different I feel. I'll also copy quotes I really like to hoard for later. I will dog ear but not too much, and yeah I read in the bath all the time, it's a problem. When it's a library book I like hold it off to the side to be careful. Have you ever taken an eye-spy book into the bath? It's great.

[lilyhoshikawa]

I have started playing toons. Toon buster soldier is my fave card maybe? He's just like "banishes you lol"

Yea! It’s actually wild how many pieces of super crazy support toons have- from table of contents, bookmark, and pageflip alone they’ve got about a thousand search tools that make them wildly consistent, and yet somehow they’re still not able to generate a really strong end board bc a lot of their monsters don’t have versatile effects. Toon BLS is definitely one of their answers to that, copying the banish and OTK effects from black luster soldier - envoy of the beginning, which was a historically powerful game-ender. The problem I think is just that he’s the only powerful toon boss and his game-ender status conflicts with the toon playstyle that requires multiple turns to set up, meaning like, most other decks can win in the time it takes to prepare a swing.

Still, they’re such a fun casual deck and they’re so charming visually dhdjfn. I always enjoy decks that are based on a variety of existing monsters bc it means they get a wide aesthetic variety of inspirations, in this case u essentially get to play a whole highlight reel of Yugioh’s most famous monsters from the DM-GX era in cutesy chibi form. The artstyle is cute and I honestly like the way they play as well!

[tittaanywhere]

Milk alchemistry minecraft

#MILK ALCHEMISTRY MINECRAFT GENERATOR#

#MILK ALCHEMISTRY MINECRAFT MOD#

#MILK ALCHEMISTRY MINECRAFT FULL#

#MILK ALCHEMISTRY MINECRAFT MODS#

Don’t compress your wheat while exploring.

I hear ender lily seeds are tall grass drops….

Worms? Worms! Hoe the grass blocks to get these precious creatures to constantly water and occasionally fertilize your crops.

Grab any chests, furnaces and pistons you can find.

Find a village with a building that has a bed, like a watch tower.

Vanilla iron/gold tools and armor smelt down for one nugget of their respective material.

Wooden and stone tools can be crafted in a 2x2 crafting grid.

The crafting table is not the same recipe you remember.

Underground biomes blocks do not mine at the same speed as vanilla, this is not a fixable thing.

It doesn’t respect the difference between Underground Biomes’ ore blocks, so you will have to vein each one separately.

After an update, you need to run the command /bq_admin default load to receive the new quests.

#MILK ALCHEMISTRY MINECRAFT MOD#

FTB Chunks is the chunk claiming/chunkloading mod for the pack.

After all, this is 16+ months in the making. And thank Atricos for his hard work on this modpack.

Visit the pack discord! Check the modpack page for an invite, I’m not a crossing station.

This is the constellation that the stellar refraction table uses for fortune/looting and the ritual is for tick acceleration. And then check the night sky each 36 days after, because the night of an eclipse is when the Horologium constellation appears in the sky.

Did the world suddenly go dark on you in the middle of the day? Look up, it may be an eclipse.

Be careful of pumpkin spiders/koblins as they WILL spawn in your house regardless of light levels.

#MILK ALCHEMISTRY MINECRAFT MODS#

Divine RPG is one of the star mods for mobs and exploration.Caving is a lot more open and a lot more dangerous.

#MILK ALCHEMISTRY MINECRAFT GENERATOR#

YUNGS better caves is the cave generator of this pack.

It CAN AND DOES cause cascading worldgen lag, this has already been reported numerous times.

Recurrent Complex is the ruins/structure spawning mod of the modpack.

Set yourself a goal of what item you want to make for the day/week/chapter/whatever. Please report your issue politely, devs are people too, and they deserve all the respect.

Found a bug? Report it to the github for the mod pack.

If this is your first time experiencing one… prepare to cry. The pack dev and his team? did a great job compiling this information.

#MILK ALCHEMISTRY MINECRAFT FULL#

The questbook and the Tips config of this modpack are full of information that is worth a read.

But don’t get upset if that's what your server admin DOESN’T want to do.

There is no shame in playing on peaceful and/or using gamerule keepinventory true, firetick false and mobgriefing false.

I don’t recommend running other applications alongside if your computer is chugging along.

8GB of RAM is the sweet spot for running this modpack.

Just don’t forget where it is, because recrafting it is expensive.

On a server? Bury it at your base location.

Like, bury it in a chest at spawn, mark it on your map, and forget about it until the end game.

Put that locked pouch in a safe place.

Use A to bookmark recipes on the left side of your inventory screen, because those recipes? They are different!

JEI is your friend, your ally, and your secretary all in one mod.

narocne veci (typu 'crop stick' farm stavet ve 'Void dimension').

nestavet moc veci v jednom chunku v hodne patrech, spise zabrat vetsi prostor horizontalne.

minimalizovat pouziti AE 'crafting card', pouzivat spise 'level emitter'.

nejpozdeji v chapter 13 mit v zakladne button/lever na vypnuti vseho.

velky pozor na creep farmy, at se tam nehromadi veci lezici na zemi.

mekanism universal kabely nahradit jinymi kabely, jak to pujde.

nestavet multiblock stavby na hranici chunku (F9 - zobrazeni chunku).

: 'int me.UpgradableItemUtils.getUpgrades(.ItemStack, me.PNCUpgrade)'Īt .hasBlockTrackerUpgrade(GoggledChecker.java:14) ~ Īt .m_91354_(Minecraft.

[biolumenisce]

7-12-22

Through the Ender Eyes

This is Ozone, aaimasqtch's OC! You can find them here on Instagram! Ozone looked so cool; bc I bookmarked him last year and didn’t get a chance to attack him then, I’m doing it now! Thank you for giving me permission to post him here!

Reference: x

[scuderiamint]

the prince of Ender

[enderblogs-24]

Hey all!! I opened up commissions for these really cool bookmarks/bracelets! They're a great activity that keeps me focused during class, they're easy to make, and a really cool way to share my art with others. If you're interested, check out the full page on Insta @braidedbythebook , or message me here. I'll get back to you asap 😊

Let's talk!

[rubythecrimsonwriter]

Fic Recs

Going to try and start doing this weekly. Whether or not that actually happens is anyone’s guess. Throwing in a mixed pot from the last two months’ worth of bookmarks for you guys. 💜💜💜

Marvel

all because of you (i do right) by puppyblue  While hiding from the Prowler in his uncle's apartment, Miles doesn't manage to turn invisible in time.

Prowler, in turn, learns some inconvenient truths.

Second Time Around by BeneficialAddiction  Upon learning that Phil Coulson is still alive, something breaks in Clint, maybe permanently. Leaving behind his team, his home, and his identity as Hawkeye, he falls back on an old name, living separately from the Avengers until SHIELD demands they begin looking for someone to take the missing archer's place and their sights turn to the rogue assassin Ronin.

What are the chances of being recruited by a shady government division of superheroes twice?

A Good Feeling by dentalfloss  “You work for SHIELD” Barton spat the agencies title at Coulson as though it were the nastiest cuss he knew.  “We have nothing more to talk about.” Which was all good and fine, except-

“I have some things to discuss with you, actually,” Tony said and Clint’s bruised and swollen gaze turned towards him.  “Many things.  Nice things,” he tagged on when Clint’s gaze narrowed darkly.  The kid might be passing out in slow motion before them but Tony was well aware he was still a threat and he made no move to approach.  “Let me help,” he insisted anyway.

Or: the one where Clint may be a pretty formidable assassin for hire, but he was broke and his brother needed help he couldn’t afford so he needed a legitimate job for a little while.  How fortunate Stark Tower was hiring.

Wiedzmin | The Witcher

If I Must Starve (Let it be in Your Arms) by Igneum807  The witchers of Kaer Morhen have never been comfortable with gentle touches. It just isn't who they are. But when Geralt arrives to spend the winter with his brothers looking more relaxed than any of them have felt in years, all due to the affection of a human bard, Lambert and Eskel grow curious. They wonder what it would be like to be touched or held without fear.

When Lambert runs into Jaskier in a small town in Redania, it's the safest he's felt in years. He and his brothers need touch and kindness more than they're willing to admit, and all Jaskier wants it to help , if only the witchers would let him.

Geralt and Jaskier are together, all the other relationships are platonic with a good helping of touch-starvation on the side.

Juniper Berries by WingedQuill  Ciri is forced to go on the run when Nilfgaard catches up with her and Geralt. When she is claimed by another witcher via the Law of Surprise, she thinks destiny must be playing a cruel joke on her. She is still mourning Geralt, after all. How dare another try to replace him?

(Meanwhile, Juniper—or Jaskier, as he was once known—is kicking himself for making the exact same mistake that Geralt made all those years ago. But maybe a child surprise is exactly what he needs to help him move on from his lost humanity. And the girl seems to be dealing with her own brand of grief. Perhaps he can help her.)

a smile made for war by andrewminyards  You are destruction, Jaskier’s mentor tells him. Death and destruction thrum in Jaskier’s core of chaos, his magic bringing nothing but annihilation, and Jaskier hates it.

But music is not destruction. Music is creation, and it sings in Jaskier’s veins. There is nothing quite like the rush of joy and energy whenever music flows through him, and he forgets about the destruction that his chaos is capable of as music fills his soul.

After decades of being a sorcerer, Jaskier finds himself in music, and for the first time, his magic brings life.

Avatar: The Last Airbender

isn’t this the vision that you wanted by nebulastucky  Firelord Zuko - ender of the Hundred Year War, ruler of the Fire Nation, payer of respects and reparations - takes advice and counsel from representatives of every nation, division, and specialty.

But teenage boy Zuko - friend of turtleducks, wielder of fun looking swords, stumbler over words and feet in the presence of cute boys - only listens to two people, and they are conspiring together to ruin him.

Leverage

The Second Labor Job by justanotherStonyfan  Bucky Barnes needs help. He goes to see some people who might be able to give him some.

DCU

Spiderhead by emmacortana  Peter acts like a spider. The Bats have opinions on it.

A Night On The Town by chibi_nightowl  “Forward or back,” Jason repeats and rolls his eyes. “Okay, let’s be real here. I know I’m not in Kansas anymore and I’m positive there’s some kind of catch if I ask for your help outta here. So what is it?”

The man honest to god pouts.

“You’re taking the fun out of this.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not the first time I’ve been told that.”

[max-is-tired]

They can tell you that it’s righteous

Fandom: Dream SMP

Prompt: Kidnapping ( @badthingshappenbingo )

A/N: Aaand I’m back on my writing bullshit, let’s go. I started plotting this fic back in January, so it only follows canon up until Doomsday/Techno and Phil finding the portal room, but at least it’s finally done!

Obligatory tags of people who asked: @deadonmercury @littlecatninja​

Warnings: hostage situation, blood, violence, mention of skin melting off, antagonist Quackity, drowning, temporary character death (gotta love respawning), near death experience, beheading.

Read on AO3!!

It had started like such a good day for Ranboo. The sun was shining bright in the sky, the SMP seemed to be at relative peace for once, and there were plenty of grass blocks lying around and waiting to be picked up. So yeah, great day!

Ranboo knew this peace probably wouldn't last long, not with these lands' track record of starting conflicts and trying to kill people on a weekly basis. But when the afternoon rolled around and random explosions had yet to start filling the sky with smoke, the hybrid felt pretty confident that, at least for that day, things were looking up.

The problem was that, by thinking on those lines, Ranboo ended up forgetting the most important rule of the server, the one rule he'd promised himself he would not break, no matter what.

Never, ever lower your guard, especially in times of peace.

He didn't even notice the person sneaking up on him until the very last second. One moment, he was crouching down, happily patting the grass block he'd just placed on the ground and the next, there was a shadow looming over him, the familiar shape of small, feathered wings being the only thing he managed to discern before a sudden, excruciating pain in the back of his head made his vision go white.

Ranboo groaned, stumbling on the ground while his vision wobbled and filled with dark spots. Dark, dirty sneakers stopped just in front of his head, but try as he might, the hybrid couldn't bring himself to move his head enough to look up, the mere thought of it making him wince.

"Sorry Ranboo, nothing personal," a familiar voice muttered, drawing a confused whine out of the kid. After that, everything went black.

+++

Technoblade had been feeling on edge all day -which, by itself, wasn't such a strange occurrence. Being on edge was a given for him, what with the voices in his head constantly chanting for blood and half of the server seemingly having a personal vendetta against him.

Listen, okay, he did blow up their precious country -but only after they decided that a corrupt government was the way to go and, you know, tracked him down while he was in retirement to try and execute him. He felt like the retaliation was kind of deserved.

Still, Techno didn't give much weight to the feeling. He'd learned to never let his guard down after the butcher army, and if someone decided to be stupid enough to attack him in his own home, they'd have to deal with him, Philza, and the small army of hounds living in the pen outside, plus the polar bears. The entirety of the SMP could attack them and he'd be able to at least hold them off enough to get away.

So, Techno spent most of the day chilling, for once, sitting on his couch with a book and Steve curled up nearby while Phil worked on some blueprints for a project of his.

"You keep that up, you're going to end up building a whole city down in that abandoned fortress," he commented, huffing in amusement as the older looked up from the table to glare at him.

"Oh, you shut up," Phil retorted, pointing at him with the quill in his hand. "Do you want the syndicate room to look decent or not? Because if you prefer I can just wing it-" chat cackled at the unintentional pun, much to Techno's dismay- "and have it turn out whatever."

Techno squinted at his friend. "You wouldn't."

"You sure about that, mate?" Phil grinned back, the picture of innocence. Which, when it came to him, meant he absolutely would, the fucker.

"Alright, alright," Techno huffed, rolling his eyes good-naturedly, "leave the old man to his planning, got it."

Phil snorted, pushing his chair back as he stood up. "Now you listen here, you little shit-"

The sound of tapping on glass distracted them from the discussion, attracting their attention to the kitchen window. There, perched on the windowsill, stood one of Phil's crows, holding something in its beak.

After exchanging a curious glance with Techno, the older went to retrieve the bird, opening the window enough to let it hop in. Giving the crow a few pats on the head, he reached for the object, raising an eyebrow when he realized it was, in fact, a folded piece of paper. 

Intrigued, Techno watched as Phil opened the message, his eyes quickly scanning the paper before widening slightly in alarm. Well, that wasn't good.

"Mate, I think you might want to take a look at this," Phil called, urgency obvious in his voice and that really, really wasn't good.

Techno sighed, slipping the bookmark back in his book before standing up. Guess he could say goodbye to his plans for a chill afternoon.

Hello, Technoblade,

heard you guys took in a little stray -should have known, traitors tend to stick together, don't they? Well, jokes on you, I've got him now. Get to the coordinates listed at the bottom of this note, alone and unarmed, before sundown, or Ranboo gets it. An eye for an eye, that's how the saying goes, right?

See you soon,

Q

+++

Techno had been already halfway out of the house the second he finished reading the note, Phil hot on his heels.

"I'm not letting you go alone," the older stated, already reaching for his coat.

"Well, you'll have to," Techno countered.

"You can't go in without backup, especially unarmed and not knowing what to expect!"

"Oh trust me, I'll be anything but unarmed," Techno huffed, letting the axe Ranboo had gifted him slide in his inventory. "I can use the element of surprise, I'll be fine. But the second Quackity sees you, Ranboo is going to be in hot shit, and we don't even know where he's keeping him."

Phil glared, his lips pursed in a displeased frown before sighing in defeat. "That doesn't mean I have to like it."

Techno sent him an apologetic glance, quickly fastening his coat on before stepping down the porch.

"I'll keep my communicator on the whole time," he promised, walking towards the stasis chamber and reaching for one of his ender pearls, "I'll get there, grab Ranboo, kill Quackity if I can and the second I text you you're gonna teleport us back."

"Sounds like a plan," Philza sighed. "Be careful, okay mate?"

"When am I ever not?" Techno smirked. "we'll be back before you know it, old man."

"Fuck off and go save our neighbor, you ass!"

Techno cackled, shaking his head as he set off towards the Nether portal.

Save Ranboo!

Protectiveblade

Blood for the blood god

Techno shook his head, pushing the voices back as he forced himself to keep a clear head. He was pissed, sure, but he knew men like Quackity -he'd met a lot of them in his life, and all of them had fallen under his sword. He would be no different.

The Nether travel didn't take that long, and after that, all he had to do was follow his compass towards the coordinates he'd been given. Techno found himself feeling glad the place wasn't all too far away, seeing how the sun had just started dipping below the horizon when he finally stepped out of the forest.

"Man, look who is here, our guest of honor!" Quackity exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear as he turned to look at him. "Technoblade, how nice of you to join us, I was starting to think you wouldn't come, after all."

Distantly, Techno could hear the ocean waves crashing against the rocks under them, the occasional droplets of water reaching the top of the cliff they were currently on. Quackity was standing just near the edge, gusts of wind ruffling the feathers of his duck wings and trying to slip the beanie off his head -all it would take was a misstep, a small push, and he would plummet towards the unforgiving water below.

But what actually got the piglin's attention was the small structure he could see just behind the man, a small, locked cage rigged with redstone dangling well over the edge and above the crashing waves. And just inside of it, slumped against the metal bars, laid an unconscious Ranboo, left with no armor on but his clothes.

"What did you do to him," he demanded, not even bothering to tear his gaze away from the cage that reminded him too much of the day the butcher army had come for him.

"Ah, watch your tone, Blade," Quackity tutted, a smirk evident in his voice, "all I need is pull this lever, and the kid falls down into the ocean. I heard he doesn't do well in water without his armor… we wouldn't want that, would we?"

Techno snapped his head towards Quackity, baring his tusks in a silent threat.

"I'm here, I followed your stupid directions," he growled, barely able to keep himself from cutting Quackity's head clean off like the voices wanted him to, "now let Ranboo go."

The duck hybrid tilted his head to the side, feigning confusion. "And why would I do that, Technoblade? He's a traitor, he needs to be punished as one."

"A traitor to what?!" Techno asked, bewildered. "L'Manburg is gone, Quackity!"

"And whose fault is that?!" Quackity shouted. "Uh? Remind me, oh great Technoblade, who here razed an entire country to the ground not once, but fucking twice? Please, enlighten me!"

"Government corrupts," Techno answered, his voice low and dangerous, "L'Manburg was rotten to its core, look at what it did to you, to Tubbo, to Tommy! It needed to go."

Quackity laughed, throwing his head back as the wind kept howling around them.

"Oh, yeah?" he grinned, throwing his arms open. "Well, that's my old home you're talking about. And if it was rotten, well, then so am I."

Before Techno could even react, Quackity reached to his side, wrapping his hand around the lever connected to the redstone of the cage. And then, still grinning from ear to ear, he pulled.

"Ranboo!" Techno shouted, watching helplessly as the kid plummeted down towards the ocean water. Quackity's laughter mixed with the howling wind, crazed and high-pitched and making Techno's blood boil.

Ruby red eyes settled on the laughing man, filling with bloodlust as the familiar weight of an axe appeared in his hand.

The voices were growing louder by the second, feeding on his fury and chanting for blood. And this time, Technoblade didn't bother holding them back.

+++

Ranboo woke up to muffled voices, yelling from somewhere in front of him. He didn't know what was happening, or where he was -the voices were somewhat familiar, yes, but he couldn't place them for the life of him and as it was, he could barely even catch a word every four, with how loud the wind was.

Normally, something like this wouldn't have failed to send him spiraling into a panic -he hated not knowing, not being aware of his own surroundings or how he got there in the first place. But his brain felt fuzzy, off-kilter, the only thing he could focus on being the dull throbbing coming from the back of his head. Ender, it hurt.

Fighting down a small whine, Ranboo pried his eyes open, pushing against the sluggishness to try and at least make some sense out of the situation he'd found himself in. His vision was fuzzy, but he could somewhat make out two figures standing somewhere in front of him.

One was standing with his back on him, decked in the familiar iridescent purple of an enchanted netherite armor. The other was a little farther away, enough so that to Ranboo, they looked like nothing more than a blurred blob of amassed colors. Pink was very prominent, followed by something red flowing on their back -they felt familiar, safe, causing Ranboo to relax almost on instinct.

"Technoblade...?" he slurred, confused. What was Techno doing there? They weren't in the Antarctic, there was no snow around them.

Before he could properly think of a reason, however, Ranboo felt the floor suddenly disappear from under him, fear shooting up his spine as he started plummeting down into the abyss. He didn't even have the time to make a sound before something dark and cold enveloped him, shocking him awake as he got twirled and smacked around.

A few seconds of shocked bliss passed, and then everything started burning.

It felt like he'd fallen in a pit of fire, the flames licking at every ounce of his skin as if trying to melt it directly off his body. Ranboo opened his mouth, trying to scream as the pain overwhelmed him in the worst way possible, only for something to fill his mouth and throat, choking him and only strengthening his growing panic.

He was going to die. He was going to die, alone in this darkness, he needed to get out, out, out-

Ranboo crashed on the hard, unforgiving ground, coughing harshly as water rushed out of his airways. Cold, frigid air hit his skin, soothing the burns and making the pain a little more bearable. He could breathe. He could breathe.

Ranboo slumped to the floor, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to get his racing heartbeat under control. He had to fight even just to keep his eyes open, exhaustion weighing him down until he could barely move his head, let alone think about standing up.

A white, furry snout filled his vision, curiously sniffing at his face. Ranboo blinked, a startled sound escaping his lips. The dog blinked back, tilting its head to the side.

"What…?" he whispered, wincing at how hoarse his voice came out. Ender, his throat hurt.

Another snout appeared above his head. And then another, and another, the sound of barking finally reaching his ears. Where- where was he, exactly?

Before he could try and come up with an answer, Ranboo heard the sound of a door opening, followed by a sharp gasp and hurried footsteps.

"Ranboo?"

The hybrid squinted in confusion, immediately recognizing the voice.

"Phil?"

+++

No matter what tricks he might have had up his sleeve, Quackity couldn't stand a chance against an angry, vengeful Technoblade. It took him barely minutes to sink his axe through the other's neck, slicing his head clean off and sending it rolling on the ground under their feet. Techno barely watched as the lifeless body slumped down, ignoring his communicator vibrating with the death message as he raced to the cliff. He knew, he knew there was no way Ranboo had survived a fall like that, but he had to check, had to make sure. 

Crashing waves and wet, glistening rocks were the only things staring back, destroying whatever hope he might have had. Someone more impulsive would have jumped off, in a desperate hope to find the kid still struggling against the current, but Techno knew better.

The ocean was unforgiving, and for someone like Ranboo, even more so.

He sighed, stepping back from the edge and turning around. Quackity's body wasn't there anymore, having disappeared as the respawn mechanics worked their magic -if the man was smart, he wouldn't dare bother Techno again, not unless he wanted to lose his last life and find out how permadeath felt like.

In theory, Techno knew that Ranboo's death wasn't permanent. The kid still had all of his lives, at least before this, and the SMP would bring him back soon enough. Respawning sucked, though -it left you aching and in pain for days on end as your body stitched itself back together after whatever trauma had taken away one of your lives. It was a painful process, gruesome at times, and one Techno wished Ranboo didn't have to go through.

Especially not when it was his fault.

Ignoring the guilt pooling heavily in his gut, Technoblade reached for his communicator, intending to text Phil to bring him back. As it turned out, however, his friend had beat him to it, blowing up his notifications with hurried messages. Guilt now replaced with worry, Techno tapped the screen, reading through the chat.

[Philza] Techno

[Philza] Techno what the fuck

[Philza] Ranboo is here, he's in the dog pen

[Philza] Jesus christ he's covered in burns what the fuck happened

[Philza] Technoblade you better answer your fucking communicator right now or so help me god I will fly there, find you, and drag your ass home myself

[Philza] I saw the kill message where the fuck are you

Techno blinked, staring at the messages with wide eyes. What?

[Philza] Techno, I know you're reading these, answer me right now

[Technoblade] im omw

+++

When Techno slammed the door of his cabin open, he didn't know what he was expecting. A dead body in the middle of respawning, maybe, with Phil watching over it like a silent guardian angel.

He certainly wasn't expecting to walk in on Phil wrapping gauze around what looked like the entirety of Ranboo's body, the bandages visible for the world to see with the simple shirt and pants the kid was now wearing.

Techno barely spared a glance to the pile of soaked clothes lying on his floor, raking his eyes over the enderman hybrid as he tried to work the surprise out of his system. Fine is the farthest adjective the piglin would use to describe Ranboo right at that moment, seeing how his entire body was covered in gauze and he was holding a pack of ice to the back of his head, but he was alive and breathing and for once in his life, Techno had no fucking clue about how that was possible.

"Fucking hell, kid," he groaned, letting his cloak fall to the floor as he trudged inside the house. "You'll give me a heart attack, one of these days."

Ranboo winced as Technoblade slumped on the couch, still a little dazed from the hit to his head.

"Sorry," he muttered, breaking into a coughing fit immediately after.

"Don't force your throat, mate, you gotta let it rest," Phil scolded gently, sending Techno a small glare. "We're just glad you're okay -or, well, as okay as you can be right now."

Ranboo hesitantly looked up, looking at Philza and then at Techno. The piglin nodded in silent agreement and watched as the kid seemed to slump on himself in relief, the tension leaving his body at once. Was it really that surprising, that they'd grown to care for him enough to be worried about his well-being?

The two men exchanged a worried glance, silent words passing between them. Then, Phil nodded to himself, tying up the last of the gauze around Ranboo's forearm before heading to the kitchen.

"How do you guys feel about some tea?" he asked, pulling down a kettle and three mugs. "I'd say we could all do with something warm right now."

Techno made a noise of affirmation, watching with amusement as Ranboo snorted and nodded in agreement.

Maybe things weren't okay just yet, but this? This was a start.

[arywizm]

Book Tag because life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man I'm bored:

How many books are too many books in a series?

the more the better as long as it makes sense from the perspective of the story. For example, I haven't read everything from the ender's saga (at this point I don't even know how many books there are) but I thought everything after the first book including Xenocide and Children of the Mind was a solid addition and a good book on it's own. But then take, say, Vicious, and while V. E. Schwab isn't quite the writer Orson Scott Card is (I'm going to get lynched aren't I) , Vicious is an enjoyable read on it's own. And then there is the sequel whose only function is providing the reader with additional 300 pages before giving them the ending that should have been in the first book.

To put it simply, you can never have too many good books.

Also go read vicious because it's a lot of fun and despite my snobbish remarks I think about it daily.

How do you feel about cliffhangers?

I haven't read a book ending on a proper cliffhanger in years but I don't mind them, in fact getting emotionally abused by books is one of my favourite pass times

Hardback or paperback?

It makes no difference to me tbh, my favourite copies that I own are the most 'damaged' ones. my collection of shakespeares isn't old or nice even, but it's positively falling apart, and I love it.

Least favorite book?

probably not the worst book I have ever read, but even thinking about Moby Dick makes me feel like stabbing a whale. the thought that might be what Melville would have wanted is even worse.

Love triangles, yes or no?

my go to response is a hard no, however, sometimes I will read a book and absolutely love it only to have my friend point out that I always talk how much I hate love triangles and then I'm all "ThAt WAsN't a LoVe tRIanGle".

in conclusion, I don't think I know what a love triangle is.

The most recent book you just couldn’t finish?

the most recent one would probably be Even If We Break by Marieke Nijkamp, I didn't even get far enough to be able to say what I disliked, the tone just wasn't for me.

this happens really rarely though, because if I'm going to rage about how much I hated it I'm going to Do It Right.

A book you’re currently reading?

The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss, love it so far which is alarming considering that the series isn't finished and it looks like it won't be in the foreseeable future.

and because I'm a heathen who reads several books at the same time, I'm also reading The Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo, and I'm enjoying it so far, it's tonally lighter than Rothfuss' first person everyone-is-gruesomely-dying- around-around-me-oh-and-also-I'm-twelve fantasy but the story is equally sinister.

Last book you recommended to someone?

not so much recommended as coerced my sister to read If We Were Villains, she was reading Save Me (?) or something like that and was talking a lot about a james, so I took it upon myself to introduce her to The James. I'm proud to announce she loved it.

Oldest book you’ve read?

I don't feel like checking that so I'll just say Antigone and pretend it counts

Newest book you’ve read?

These Violent Delights by Micah Nemerever and GOOD LORD THIS SHOULD BE ILLEGAL. I'm going to get my hands on a physical copy of this one even if it costs me a kidney

Favorite Author?

this is a very ungentlemanly thing to ask and therefore I will not deign it with a reply.

Buying books or borrowing books?

buying because, as we already established, I inflict irreversible damage on them.

8/10 books I buy are ebooks though, turns out I need some money to buy food, go figure

A book you dislike that everyone else seems to love?

The Alchemist, don't even get me started on this one. [I yelled about it here]

Bookmarks or dog-ears?

bookmarkfortheprogressdogearsforquotes *runs from the angry mob*

A book you can always reread?

you probably figured out by now that fantasy and SF are a dirty pleasure of mine, so I'm always up for a reread of my favourites. Namely the lord of the ice garden Pan Lodowego Ogrodu which sadly hasn't been tranlated into English (a tragedy), it's just a really solid SF with a fantasy twist (or the other way around??) + it's full of top notch dark humour

and obviously The Silmarillion because there's no way in hell I will ever comprehend this one.

Can you read while listening to music?

I think I spent 90% of lunch breaks in primary school reading, so I can read absolutely everywhere, no amount of noise, harmonised or not, will stop me.

One POV or multiple POVs?

I don't really know, this isn't really something that I consider when choosing the next book to read.

Do you read a book in one sitting or over multiple days?

nowadays I don't really have the time to inhale 500 pages in one sitting but I generally prefer it. Realistically, I just bite off what I can every chance I get.

Who do you tag?

since I showed up at this party uninvited, and several months late no less, I will just sort of throw invitations in the air with a flair for anyone to catch to cover up the fact that I don't know anyone on this side of tumblr

[technofade]

1 what are some of those fics you'd suggest I need to expand my sbi fanfic collection 👀 2 I would love a sbi royalty AU from you, I would wanna see what you'd come up with, who you'd include and how, if there would be big plots or just mini stories, alllll that ~🌧

Well, my current sbi list is kinda... stagnant since I don’t really read stuff that takes place on the DreamSMP (since I’m not super into that). I think more people need to write sbi fics that are separate from the SMP cuz like... the SMP characters are well, separate characters but oh well.

But here’s some fics I like!

Under ~2,000 words:

The Ender Chest Incident - Your_Resident_Witch

basically he’s baby - Anonymous

Fever Dreams - RedHairedN3rd

expenses - qar

movie night - qar

silent sweater distribution, or something like that - metamookiisle

He stands two inches taller, yet his confidence skyrockets - ChipperDotChar

Technoblade’s Favorite Orphan - seattlerain

10 years -  amooniesong

Over ~3,000 words:

A Very Odd Family, Indeed - opheliabloo

respawn.error.exe - brunchclub

Exhausted - LettieLou

Web of Time - SurpassTheStars

Enough -  piteouspeculiarity

Letting the cold in -  cashmeare

five (or six) times tommy successfully annoyed technoblade and the one time he failed -  jamingbenn

And the Universe said I love you - Anonymous

maybe a little bit -  pinkdwellermask

eros ≠ storge -  idyllSunset (I really, really like this one)

teach me to fly, teach me to live -  always_an_anxious_mess

pick me up, take me home -  meridies

There are probably more I’d add, but the list is already long.

If you want royalty au then there is these two

Homeward bound for the arctic ground - BirchWrites (this one is part of a series)

Three Kingdoms -  emryswastaken

I swear there were more (maybe they’re on tumblr? Idk. I must have forgotten to bookmark them).

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I really want to make a royalty au, but like... my world building and stuff isn’t super great so I’m not sure if I’d be able to properly make one. (but if I did it’d probably just be a bunch of mini stories that take place in the same au).

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hi!! i loved your howl's moving castle post and i was wondering if you had any recommendations for other books? thank you so much, i really adore your blog!!

Hello and thank you! Glad you liked my post and my blog. That’s really sweet to say. Especially since I mostly just queue random stuff these days... anyways...

So, regrettably, I have been terrible at reading actual books recently, as I’ve mostly been reading fic. So, on that note, I can point you to the my HMC bookmarks on AO3, if you’re interested in that.

Most of the books on this list were ones I read a while ago, sooo maybe take these recs with a grain of salt.

Classic Faves (Fantasy/Sci-Fi)

For this section, I tried to include books that stay close to the same vein/theme/mood of Howl’s Moving Castle, at least in the sense that they boast one or more of these: female protagonist, fantasy setting, light-hearted, or written by a classic fantasy author

Sabriel by Garth Nix (the first part of The Old Kingdom trilogy series wow, I am behind the times. At any rate, I did reread this recently and it still held up. YA Fantasy. VERY GOOD.)

The Golden Compass by Philip Pullman (called The Northern Lights; the first in the His Dark Materials trilogy. This is a classic so you’ve probably heard of it before, and the BBC is making a tv adaptation which is pretty good)

Cinder by Marissa Meyer (the first in The Lunar Chronicles. Cinderella is a cyborg. A YA, sci-fi retelling of classic fairytales)

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin (classic sci-fi masterpiece)

The Princess Bride by William Goldman (yes! it was a book first! and I found it pretty enjoyable)

A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle (another classic fantasy/sci-fi fave! the first in the Time Quarter, although stands pretty well on its own. And most of L’Engle’s books are linked somehow in the same universe so there’s a lot of content in this series)

Crown Duel by Sherwood Smith (I reread this pretty recently and still solidly enjoys it. fantastic rivals to lovers)

Tinker by Wen Spencer (first part of the Elfhome series)

Among the Red Stars by Gwen C. Katz -- YA about Russian women pilots during World War 2, inspired by real people. 

Brandon Sanderson:

I’m going to recommend him and give him his own category because I enjoy quite a lot of his work. These are all fantasy. He is a worldbuilding genius, and all of his stories take place in the same universe (although not the same planet). There’s magic on every planet, and while it manifests in creative and different ways for each planet, you can also see a consistent formula for how it works and just... man. It’s been awhile since I’ve read anything of his, but I don’t think there was a book I didn’t enjoy (except his Stormlight Archive series, but that’s just because it’s Too Long). He’s also crazy prolific. 

Elantris

The Emperor’s Soul

Warbreaker

Mistborn Trilogy

Gregory Maguire

Mostly fairytale retellings (yeah I’m a big fan of those). These are pretty dark, but oh his prose is so good. 

Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

Mirror, Mirror

Wicked (this is actually a whole series, and yes, it is the book that inspired the musical)

Other Faves

I like these, but they’re less like Howl’s Moving Castle.

Ender’s Game and Ender’s Shadow by Orson Scott Card (you can skip the rest of the books in the series) (also Card is not really a nice person so maybe like don’t pay for these, but these two in particular are well-written stories with interesting explorations into character)

My Heart and Other Black Holes by Jasmine Warga (warning: deals with suicide) (YA romance)

The Bees by Laline Paull (this is kind of a weird one, the main character is literally a bee, but it’s still actually fiction. read this for a book club and was pleasantly surprised. also made me really like bees. bees are good. wasps are evil. and the bees you think are mean are probably actually wasps)

The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood (I haven’t seen the TV show, which I hear is really intense. the book is intense too but I don’t get the impression it’s as intense. it’s also pretty short). 

Thanks for the ask! Hope there’s something in here that appeals. I realize this list is sort of all over the place. It’s also super generic as this is pretty much just a list of some of my all-time favorite books.