#polycube

[salemrph]

Okay, okay, so "The taste of apple and pomegranate" is still at his beginning but I'm already visualizing around 15 chapters, maybe... If I'm not promising too much right now. But, I already have the titles of each moment. Yeah, yeah, it sounds a lot but they are very small pieces that I will give you. (Around 2-4k words)

If you have an idea, some scene in college I should include, maybe as a side kick, let me know. I really want to have fun with this and you can get involved a bit in this.

Source X

[that-dharma-swan]

I made a Powderpoint Presentation!

[cathchicken]

I love old people !!!!!

[sherbertclown]

The main 4 MC AU players all dressed fancy!

Something I drew as an XMas gift for my boyfriend @poisonouspastels !!

[salcreus]

whugh

[damianito]

siglai please?

So, this one is pretty simple, Nikolai is making a flower balloon to give to Sigma

[almellow-crk]

I just... Thought of a new polycube. The Old Man Polycube. Please be good with me while I explain this thing. First of all, the big badass name:

Burning-Silent-Dark-Faerie

Now, some points to notice as to how/when this happens in the context:

White Lily dies so Elder Faerie can live. He becomes the wielder of the Light of Freedom

Dark Cacao and Elder Faerie have met eachother before and had a fleeting romance before the Dark Flour War.

The beasts had a poly-relationship before they got corrupted.

Burning Spice gets very interested in Dark Cacao after fighting against him and losing. Somehow, the bitter king also falls for the Beast

Silent Salt betrayed the Beasts helping Elder Faerie & The Witches. They planted the Silver Tree together and became very close during that time.

Dark Cacao and Silent Salt have a lot of things in common. Though their relationship Is more of friends with benefits rather than lovers.

Elder Faerie and Burning Spice tolerate eachother enough.

This all starts with BurningCacao and ElderSalt, when they notice they have liked one another in the past (Except BS and EF). And so, out of curiosity, Burning Spice and Elder Faerie decide to all meet and present Dark Cacao to Silent Salt. The two dark warriors hit it off smoothly. The reunion brings back unresolved feelings from every side, and none of them want to break their current relationships. So, they decide to try and make a relationship of four work. This is how it works between them:

Some other things: They are all very much isolated from their respective groups. They do many activities together either the 4 or just 3 of them. Tension between Burning Spice and Elder Faerie Is so high they can't be in the same room during fun night activities. Dark Cacao is the only one that doesn't know how Silent Salt's face looks like, yet he is ok to wait until he wins that honor. Silent Salt is mute, he uses sign language to communicate.

I'd like to write about my polycubes someday (I'm on finals heeeeeeelp). For now I'd like to answer questions about them.

[brainbesplit]

minecraft community forgets way too often that there is literally just one biological sex. like gender identity is a thing obviously but canonically every single living thing is a “male” and “female” at the same time. this was like the only good thing notch did while he still controlled his own game can we start capitalizing on this. it would be neat to see noor with a little mustache methinks it suits them

[qin-qin16]

[Xcutioner, Cross x Dust, puppy love (from Cross), there is nudity but with no suggestive content (is all bones), there is something weird between them…]

"Y'know something? I think that all Dusty needs is a good bath!" Cross couldn't tell if Killer was just humming another one of his lame jokes or if it was an order disguised as casual conversation. "Why don't you help him out? Maybe he needs someone to lick his wounds clean."

Once again, his superior's face was adorned with a blank expression, an open grin and eyes so wide they looked like they might open up through his skull.

Killer didn't need to say anything else. Even though Cross' spine trembled as he swallowed a growl, all he did was follow his superior's advice, even though his shoulders tensed just hearing that half-choked chuckle — he knew Killer was laughing at his blind, obedient steps.

[...]

The anatomy of a skeleton was nothing new to Cross; not only were they all similar to each other, but it was even less surprising when everyone around him matches his bones and scars.

Still, despite what his mind tried to convince him, Cross couldn’t stop his little white dots skittering over Dust’s bones, the eyelights growing brighter with every piece of clothing that hit the floor. The only item neatly folded was his scarf, resting on top of the toilet lid.

Dust’s bones were pale, thin — maybe even malnourished — with dark stains scattered across his body. What were they? Cross didn’t know, and he didn’t have the intimacy (or the courage) to ask. But one thing was certain: the ash hiding in the cavities of his body didn’t come from cigarettes.

His bones gave a slight rattle as the silence between them broke. Along with the sound of crumpled clothes and bare feet slapping against the bathroom floor, Dust let out a low groan — so deep that Cross almost believed Dust’s soul itself had sighed. He was hunched over, hands trembling at the edge of his shorts. For moaning you make sounds, uh? Horror’s voice echoed in his mind, as scornful as the memory.

"Let me do it." The words slipped out before he could stop them, a violet flush spreading across his skull as those two glowing eyes shifted to meet his.

The light in his eyes was stronger than the flickering bathroom bulb, and Cross couldn’t help but swallow hard — the silence between them heavier than before, making Cross’s thoughts grow louder. He shouldn’t have said something so stupid! All he had to do was keep an eye on Dust so he wouldn’t screw up like last time!

Before Cross could get lost again in a whirlwind of doubts, the sound of bones scraping against the floor snapped his attention back. Dust was facing him now, his ribs marked with those same dark, mysterious patches — the darkest ones at the center of his sternum, near where his soul should be.

Cross swallowed hard as his gaze rose once more, locking onto Dust’s serene and unreadable stare. Those eyes, always so aggressive and violent — a sea of turquoise blood — now held an unexpected calm. His face, clear of any shadow, was laid bare for the soldier’s trembling eyes.

And as countless thoughts raced through Cross's mind, voices clashing with each other — some screaming for him to just turn around and go back to his room, others pleading that he had to help—

"Sit." The harsh command cut through all of Cross's thoughts, and without hesitation, he obeyed, just before Dust clicked his tongue in disappointment.

His knees hit the carpet with a soft bump; the tips of his fingers gently brushed the fabric of Dust’ shorts, feeling it damp, sticky, stained with both magical and human blood. Still uncertain, Cross glanced at the other’s face one last time, searching for any sign, any instruction, anything.

But all Cross found was a smile full of disdain, a malicious gleam in Dust’s eyes as his hands stayed far from his own shorts — waiting for Cross to do the work. His fingers slid to Dust’s hips before the tips of his fingers finally began to pull the shorts down slowly, as if afraid that any more forceful movement might make Dust collapse.

With one more gentle pull, his hands dropped along with the garment to the floor. There was no surprise, only paler bones and a thin pelvis, dark stains marking his femurs just like the rest of his skeleton.

Even though there was no flesh in front of him, Cross couldn’t help but lower his gaze, his hands instinctively resting on his knees.

"Well... the bathtub should be good by now, I think…” He murmured after a moment, his bone cheeks flushed with a faint lavender tint.

However, his eyelights dilated as his attention snapped back to Dust, his skull being gently fondled by a bare hand — a heavy, slow touch, sliding down to his neck beneath the shirt’s collar.

"Good boy, you can go now." Cross was already standing before Dust had even finished speaking, almost tripping over the folds of the rug as he rushed through the door — slamming it shut behind him, the loud “bam!” echoing through the suite.

His final memory was Dust's laughter on the other side, muffled and hoarse — taking pleasure in his nervousness and bones tinged with purple.

@what-have-i-unleashed (bc your muse is here) and @ciphmoomew since you want to read it :3c

[poisonouspastels]

polycube in that one image thats like "wow these people are so weird thank god im the only normal person here"

[neoyi-backstreetback]

Resh'an does not deserve to be exasperated by his toxic yaoi boyfriend's reaction, there is a good 60% chance he took the rose just to piss Aephorul off. And also, he kinda likes the attention of two guys vying for his attention (debatable, Specter is just a nice flirt.)

(Note: This is neoyi. Had to make a backup account because my main one got accidentally terminated, just an FYI.)

[stickers-on-a-laptop]

https://x.com/stacythought/status/1870651661473235340?s=46&t=r5cQ-fyChNi-Dn-w3MjHHg This happeneed

redblue this year is a return to tradition in that it's STICKING and it's the TEAM

[that-dharma-swan]

has ghost juliet commented on her feelings on jack and sawyer's relationship?

She saw my Powderpoint and told Jack it would have been hot if they all kissed, I'm so serious. No one is more #teampolycube than Juliet and Kate. They'll get the guys on board one day, then it will be a Ghost Polycube and that's even cooler, I think.

[krawlernyannyan]

Honestly I want to say a lot about Coralie in Flying Over Oxia. Something related to her obvious disguise as Helia and how she's playing the facade up as a playful and sultry huntress in stark contrast to how reserved Helia usually is and something about how that might reflect on her perception of Helia or what her personal ideal version of Helia would be...

...but also this event is just RPG Bejeweled and all the story parts aren't even out yet so I'll happily just take the "Headcanons for Fun" route and use it to draw a new line on my ship chart, to the effect of Coralie having a genuine admiration and affection for her but (either because she doesn't know how to admit it or doesn't want to make the first move herself) expresses that interest/frustration through constant teasing.

In that perspective, the cute take on "Helia" is that Coralie's ideal Helia is a more outgoing person that'll actually play with her instead of passively taking the hit and has the initiative to make the first move for her. Or maybe she's playing Helia as the opposite of her real personality just to poke her a little more.

[hall0wedwyrm]

reviving this idea because I can't find the original post I made???? okay here we go remaking it with more story.

Jesse is Alex and Herobrine's child. They were separated from Herobrine when he had to flee back to the Nether in fear of rumors of him being back in the overworld were. He entrusted Steve to look after them both, and bid them all farewell.

They don't really remember him, but they have a few memories of Herobrine. He, however, thought about them a lot, and how he misses them deeply. He wished he could have done something different that day, maybe even asking Alex to go with him.

Years Later, after all the events of MCSM, Radar comes sprinting into Jesse's office, saying there's someone lingering around the outskirts of the town walls, and that he hopes they would go and look ("Since... you're the mayor n all... not because I'm too scared to take a peak myself...").

It's Herobrine, who had heard from reuniting with Alex that Jesse had been doing all of these heroic things, and saving the world several times over, and he wanted to see them. He didn't really consider the fact that he had probably scared a lot of civilians who might have seen him.

Here's some other various thoughts for this:

The original Order of the Stone were the ones who made the stories about Herobrine, framing him as some kind of cryptid wanderer. They're all shitting themselves when he meets them (Ivor tells Soren, and Gabriel is like 'isnt that..?????' and the three of them are like OH NOOOOOO)

Jesse's friends don't know about Herobrine too much, since the stories has mostly died out when they would have heard them. Lukas has (Book nerd), but doesn't completely connects the dots until he finds the old tale again and is like ohhhh! and then has no idea what hes supposed to do with this information

Speaking of Lukas, he lets Alex and Steve be his beta readers, and they both just love reading about how admired Jesse is, and the amazing adventures they went on. Lukas asks them to please be honest if they think its bad, but Alex says they just love it so much

They also get to have the first copy of his book when its finished and they keep it on its own shelf in their library

Another awkward reunion is with Romeo and Xara, who also shit themselves when they see him too. Mainly because Romeo had been a menace when they last met, and Herobrine had threatened him to get in order.

Since reuniting, Steve and Herobrine have been catching up about a lot of things, mainly Steve telling Hero about what hes missed in basically everything. They also get to tell him how much they surprisingly missed him (since they weren't super best friends or anything before, it was more of like... a mutual acceptance).

im 100% going to do art for this AU thing with my interpretations and such for the guys. anyway yeah this is my official reviving of this i will be doing more this time (an AO3 story??? nono i have like 3 already idk if i can do another one)

[toomanyfandomsorkinafs]

wait they weren’t a (romantic/platonic, which ever you prefer) polycube raising Steven?