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nomoreusername · 9 months

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Dibs

{All of this is from Gally's P.O.V}

I'll be the first to admit it. I didn't trust Y/N when she first came up. I was worried she'd throw everything out of order or was sent up as someone we need to be suspicious of.

That had been proven wrong three Greenie's ago. She didn't even interact with people much, and she's definitely never done something to throw this place off balance. If anything she contributed a lot, going in-between jobs whenever needed or just doing smaller ones throughout the day. She could be a Builder one day and Slicer the next. She'd volunteer as a Cook for one hour and switch to being a Slopper.

There was only one thing she refused to touch which was actually surprising. Despite what you're thinking it's not the Maze. Some days she's actually a Runner. No, she refuses to be anywhere near the Greenie's. When the box comes up she's almost nowhere to be found. Sometimes she's not even a Runner or even just in the Maze so I don't know how she disappears for the entire day. I'll be the last to admit that I've actually looked to see if I could spot her. So far nothing.

So I did something that I don't even know the reason for and hatched a plan. When everyone's by the box I'm checking every square inch of this place. There's no real reason for me to do this. She's not a troublemaker. I just don't get how nobody else notices her absence.

So I was waiting for everyone to start standing by the box. A few others were already making their way over just in case something happens. After another minute, then two, then five, basically everyone has left. Knowing I had to be quick since she obviously couldn't stand them I tried the first place that made sense.

The Deadheads were never something I've really gone in. Maybe once or twice to chase down a Greenie but never without any other reason. Still, Y/N knows not a lot of people need to come here. Sometimes the Track-hoes need fertilizer, which she also got without hesitation, but never anybody else. This was the perfect hiding spot for anyone.

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As I went further in I realized she definitely wasn't here. I kicked the tree next to me, and just a second later I heard rustling above me. I looked up, puzzled by the noise, and spotted two feet dangling near the top branches. Suddenly I didn't know what exactly I would do. I hadn't actually planned this far ahead.

Debating whether or not this was completely stupid I decided it probably was. Despite that I started making my way up the tree anyway. Random branches sticking along with painful thorns tore up my hands. If this is where she goes to hide why pick here? Especially since she actually was at the top.

Still, fueled by determination I didn't quit until I was on the branch beside her. She didn't say anything or acknowledge that anyone was next to her for what felt like centuries.

"I wanted to know why you're never there,"I admitted. As always she didn't react to my words. She doesn't react much to what anyone really says. She'll talk to you and have a conversation, but she has this blank look the entire time. It's not a zoning out or disinterested look. It's more of she's expecting you to tell her to do something, maybe work another job around here. If it's not she still sits there talking but stone-faced. It's hard to explain.

"Shouldn't you be with everyone else in case the Greenie gets violent? You know? Scare them with your 'day one Greenie' and all that,"She asked, after a while.

"Probably,"I shrugged.

"Why are you up here with me then? You've been here for about two hours."

"I didn't even know this place was that big,"I responded.

"Well, it is. Now answer my first question. Why aren't you with the others greeting the Greenie?"

"I got permission from Alby to not be around during Greenie day."

I have to admit that this caught me off guard. I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't that she actually asked so she wouldn't be around them.

"Dibs?"I asked, not knowing what that meant or even if I heard her right.

"Why did you ask him though?"I questioned. She didn't say anything as she looked at the ground. For a second I thought she was just going to stop talking all together until she mumbled something under her breath.

"Dibs."

"Yeah. When I came up a bunch of you starting calling dibs on me. I heard a few 'is she hot?' and 'I wanna look'. I didn't hear many people say anything to them. Just Newt pulling me out of the box and promising me I'd be okay, Alby telling them to get to work, and you telling them to shut their mouths before you make them."

"Oh. I forgot about that,"I said without thinking.

"Of course you did,"She sighed. "You know, you all greet the Greenie's in a normal way? You pull them up, maybe laugh at their confusion, and explain everything. Sometimes you chase after the ones who run like you did me."

"I couldn't let you go in the maze,"I pointed out.

"Why do you think I was running Gally?"

"Because you were surrounded by a bunch of strange boys and no memory?"I guessed.

"Partly. Most of it was the fear of what could happen. Of what one of you could do to me, much less an entire group. I didn't know my name, but I knew that I wasn't a human at that moment. I was nothing more than a piece of meat, a joke to spread around like ash, and a little girl with no true protection. All I could think was that I couldn't let someone catch me. I couldn't even let them come near me. If I fought I knew there were more of you. Even if I know you wouldn't attack me now I didn't then. All I could do was run."

I didn't know what to say to any of that. I remember that day, but I never actually paid it much mind. I just thought it was another Greenie day. Only there was a girl this time. I didn't think anything more about it. To her though, it was everything different.

"I know some of you still think I'm weak. That's why I travel from job to job and do the things a lot of you don't like. Plus, I'm never around too many people for long. You didn't trust me when I came up, right?"

I just stared at the ground not knowing what to say to that either.

"Not at first,"I confessed.

"Right. Well, I don't trust some of you. Even those of you who didn't say anything like that are people I keep an eye on. Sure, I have some friends I'd give my life for, but it's either because they stood up for me or weren't there. Newt, Alby, Minho, Ben, and Chuck are all the people I truly feel safe with. I'd trust more than I do if we were friends, but I'd still come to you if I was in a situation that called for it."

"Well, you followed me to my hiding spot so I'm going to tell you anyways. After the first two I realized you all treated them so differently. No dibs or jokes. It sucked to know that my welcome was me being talked about like an object right in front of me. No shame, no guilt, no anything. Just comments. That hurts sometimes. Knowing that nobody is yelling at anyone to shut up or leave Greenie alone hurts. Because I don't feel like a Glader. That's why I took so long to carve my name on the wall. I feel like an outsider in what's supposed to be my home."

"You're wondering what this has to do with avoiding Greenie's, aren't you?"She asked.

"Oh. No, I kind of forgot about that part,"I admitted.

I just sat there dangling my feet above the ground like an idiot. I really, really, really, didn't think this far. What exactly do you say when someone pours their heart out to you? Much less someone who you've never had a personal conversation with?

"I don't know if it means much, but I never really saw you as weak. Maybe suspicious, but never anything else negative. You work hard, and you've actually helped fix a few things we hadn't noticed."

"What choice did I have? Not working hard means people can make more assumptions about me. Some still do. I might accidentally drop something that doesn't seem heavy because I've spent hours carrying other heavy things or trip over my feet in the garden because my legs hurt from running the maze yesterday. Then, a few people may still make a comment."

"Well, that's stupid. Nobody else works every job here. What right do they have to say anything?"

"It's just how it is Gally."

"It shouldn't be though."

"There's not much anyone can really do. I've accepted that it's not me and brushed it off."

I turned to look at her since I've never actually seen her there. She was staring straight ahead with the same blank expression.

"You thought it was you?"I asked, not knowing how that was possible.

"For a bit. The life we live isn't easy. There's a lot of stress and questioning your sanity. You don't think you're the only one who sits on the Watch Tower at night to think, do you?"

"I leave when I realize someone's there. I didn't realize who was there for three nights until I almost got caught one night. I make sure to check more carefully now,"She explained.

"If you want you can just come up, and we could just share it. I'll sit on one side, and you can sit on the other,"I offered.

She didn't say anything so I looked back at her. For the first time that I can remember she had the ghost of a smile on her face.

"Yeah. I think that's fine. After all I trust my friends with my life."

"Yeah. So we're friends now?"

"Depends. Are you willing to deal with what people could say about you?"

"Yeah."

"Then, yes Gally. We're friends now."

#the maze runner #tmr gally #one shot #gally x reader #gally x y/n #tmr

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myhauntedsalem · 1 month

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Summerwind

Wisconsin

Summerwind is a haunted house in Wisconsin that has a terrifying history. It is often called the most haunted mansion in the world.

Back in the 1900s, Summerwind was called Lamont Mansion and a man called Robert Lamont lived there with his wife. When Mr. Lamont moved into the house, the maids he employed told him that it was haunted. But he was a stubborn man and refused to believe in ghosts and the supernatural. However, something was about to convince him.

One evening, as he and his wife were eating dessert in the kitchen, the door to the basement began to rattle and nearly shook off its hinges. Suddenly, the door burst open and the ghostly form of a man was standing there.

Mr. Lamont took one look at the ghost, and pulled out a pistol. The ghost swung the door shut and Lamont fired two shots in its direction, before fleeing the residence with his wife. The Lamonts abandoned the property that night and never returned.

After remaining vacant for some time, the haunted house became the residence of Arnold and Ginger Hinshaw and their six children, who moved into Summerwind during the early 1970s.

When Henry Bober attempted to renovate the house, he suffered countless problems. Every time they tried to measure the rooms, the dimensions changed drastically. It seemed as if Summerwind was gradually changing shape. After hearing strange voices and seeing ghostly apparitions, builders refused to work on the property.

One day Mr. Bober was in the house on his own when he heard gunshots coming from the kitchen. He rushed downstairs and threw open the kitchen door but it was empty. He smelled gunpowder in the air but the only bullet holes he could find were the ones in the basement door, lodged there years before.

Mr. Bober was forced to abandon his plans to convert Summerwind into a restaurant and instead sold the building. In 1988 Summerwind was struck by lightning several times, resulting in a fire that destroyed much of the old mansion. Today, only the house’s chimney stacks, foundations, and stone steps remain. The evil lurking in Summerwind Mansion had finally succeeded in destroying itself.

#summerwind #haunted mansion #ghost and hauntings #paranormal #ghost and spirits #haunted locations #haunted salem #myhauntedsalem #paranormal phenomena #supernatural #ghosts #spirits #hauntings

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destroyplaydestroy · 4 months

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The stone that the builder refused

#my art #fanart #the boondocks #riley freeman #huey freeman

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shirefantasies · 9 days

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hiiii, just wanted to say i adore your blog, and i hope you're having a wonderful day! i don’t know if im late to requesting a matchup, but if you’re still doing them, im 5’9”, bi, ace and female. I’ve played the viola for almost a decade now, even though i hate performing due to stage fright, i LOVE to read, mostly fantasy and mystery, and am a massive art history and architecture nerd. i collect house plants and knit and crochet for fun. i’m pretty shy but once i get out of my shell i am extremely sarcastic yet cuddly lol.

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Nope, they’ve been opened up! Hope you like The Hobbit because I match you with…

Bofur!

Performing your viola in a tavern, you can’t help noticing the eyes of one particular patron stuck to you like glue. Puffing on his pipe thoughtfully, he maintains an intense, beckoning gaze your entire performance. When the keep tells you you’ve a drink from a guest, there’s not a single doubt in your mind it’s from the bloke in the hat. A spike of nerves runs through you- that had been one of your first performances with an audience, and having any sort of reception only heightens the self-awareness you're trying to avoid.

Accepting your drink, you nod a thanks at the hatted patron, who naturally heads your way. "Never seen you here before," he remarks. "And you may not much still," you shoot back, "I needed a spare bit of coin, but I did not visit this town to perform." "What did you visit it for?" "To study some of the neighboring towns and help repair them. What I have always really wanted to be is an architect." Whistling, the dwarf gives a big smile, one that tells you exactly how blown away he is. "By my beard, I didn't know I was in the presence of a genius. Well, here's hoping I'll see your designs one day!" "Oh, I have some with me, did you want to-" "Bust 'em out, lassie!"

Bofur, as it turns out his name is, ended up being quite the fun company. Perhaps, you consider, you will return to that tavern after all. As it is, your work carries you deeper into town, or rather you should say its ruins. Burnt as the buildings are, though, your scans and sketches give you a good sense for the overall style and structure of the place once called Dale. A team of dwarves awaits your sketches of one of the larger complexes, accepts them, and you move on. One structure stands out to you immediately, the cutest, coziest little place tucked away at the side of a dilapidated marketplace. "Whose is this?" You ask the dwarf builders. One sets aside one final stone on the cart he is loading to reply, "That would be one of ours, actually, lass. Three fellas from the Lonely Mountain bought that one. Plan on putting in a toy shop, they said." Your heart is beyond moved. "I want to design it." "What?" "I want to design it. Can I speak to them?" Nodding, the dwarf shrugs. "Why not? Not sure what they have in mind. I'll send for them."

What are the odds that they bring forth Bofur? Grinning and still in that hat, the dwarf introduces you to his cousin Bifur and his brother Bombur. No strong family resemblance, but the three of them are clearly thick as thieves. Bofur himself begins talking up your skills immediately, calling you a master architect and a viola virtuoso to boot and making you giggle. He shows you some of their little pull-alongs and wind-ups, bringing further smiles to your face and compliments to your lips. “See?” He says to the others, shooting you a wink. “She’s even got good taste.”

They all unanimously love your vision for the shop and even help out with rebuilding, so you get quite close to the entire plucky little trio. You almost refuse all the payment they offer, giving you money for your design efforts as well as a cut from the crocheted dolls you’d let them sell. Your shelves were getting full from your hobby, after all. Each dwarf gets a handmade gift as well: thick, warm gloves for Bombur’s mining trips, a bag for Bifur to carry his supplies in, and a new scarf for Bofur, who throws his arms around you and swears he’ll never take it off. You take it as a joke, but he always seems to have it slung around his neck from then on…

They often let you work quietly, take your time to recharge and just pull you into the occasional question or joke. Thus, you’re certainly not expecting Bofur to sit at your side one day while you work, hemming and hawing and wringing his gloved hands before he finally asks if you’ve ever put much thought into settling down. “Not that a toy shop is all that much excitement, but-” Grinning, you cut him off. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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#the hobbit #the hobbit imagines #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit matchups #bofur #bofur x reader #bofur x female reader #ask #anon #🪴 anon #requested #hope you like this plant 🥰#matchup monday

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nesonkin · 1 year

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Cassie Rose, the Old Builders and aging

We've all heard by now that MCSM doesn't have ages. It's why Eric refuses to spill them ages headcanons about the gang. Some characters look young, while others look old. I vaguely remember Eric (or someone else) say that characters in MCSM look the age that they feel they are. Hence, the Old Builders+the Old Order of the Stone look old.

The characters in this universe don't age the way we do. But they do age by appearance, as in this painting Harper looks much younger.

So, the concept of aging is not foreign to this world. It's just different from how we experience it.

Now, onto the White Crow*. I'm pretty sure it's common knowledge that Cassie Rose was likely one of the Old Builders, right? As suggested by the dialogue in the 8th episode:

If she really was one, it leaves us with a huge room for imagination as to why she's left and what her relationship with other old builders might have been like.

Cassie has always been one of my favorite non-main characters to dissect because there's always this feeling that she has more going on than she lets on. She's extremely paranoid. She's cruel and violent. She has serious trust issues, but knows too well how to exploit others' trust. And she's a trap master.

When you ask her to share the Flint and Steel, she assumes you're just going to stab her in the back. When Stampy says that everything could have been avoided if Cassie had just asked for help, it becomes clear how deep-rooted her issues actually are.

Knowing the Old Builders, I'm not even surprised she turned out this way in the end. If we go off Mevia's words, Cassie has always been a bit of a weirdo (not as bad as her current self). Growing White Pumpkins and making traps. Possibly scaring the shit out of others for fun.

Entering the speculation area, I have a feeling she was forced to leave by the Old Slimeballs when her unconventional behavior was no longer tolerated. Otto may have not even known about the real reasons Cassie left. Had Cassie left on her own accord, there's no way she wouldn't have brought a couple of enchanted Flint n Steel with her. It makes more sense that she was forced into leaving, trapping her in a world with two moons.

I can imagine it went something like this: a group of Old Builders went to the YouTuber world (no clue how to name it), during the ordeal Cassie was left alone while the rest of the OB left for the Portal Hallway ditching Cassie and closing the portal from outside (dunno if that's actually possible without breaking the portal in the hallway). Cassie realizes she was stabbed in the back by the people she trusted and spent the rest of her life trying to get back.

While the rest of the Old Builders continued to live and to thrive to the point of getting bored out of their minds, Cassie got stuck in a metaphorical limbo. She's obsessed with her past and can't move on. That's why she looks so much younger than other Old Builders. She can't age if she's mentally stuck in the past.

And with Jesse and co crashing her little murder party, I'm afraid her state has gotten even worse.

* White Crow - Russian idiom for a misfit. English analogue of a black sheep.

I hope you enjoyed this little writing piece I made. I was rewatching my ep6 playthrough, and it made me think about things. Furthermore, I don't claim that I've discovered anything with this post. I just wanted to ramble a bit.

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm cassie rose #cassie rose #mcsm white pumpkin #the white pumpkin #mcsm episode 6 #the old builders #mcsm old builders #mcsm hadrien #mcsm mevia #mcsm otto #mcsm harper

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pugzman3 · 26 days

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Psalms chapter 118

1 O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: because his mercy endureth for ever.

2 Let Israel now say, that his mercy endureth for ever.

3 Let the house of Aaron now say, that his mercy endureth for ever.

4 Let them now that fear the LORD say, that his mercy endureth for ever.

5 I called upon the LORD in distress: the LORD answered me, and set me in a large place.

6 The LORD is on my side; I will not fear: what can man do unto me?

7 The LORD taketh my part with them that help me: therefore shall I see my desire upon them that hate me.

8 It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man.

9 It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in princes.

10 All nations compassed me about: but in the name of the LORD will I destroy them.

11 They compassed me about; yea, they compassed me about: but in the name of the LORD I will destroy them.

12 They compassed me about like bees; they are quenched as the fire of thorns: for in the name of the LORD I will destroy them.

13 Thou hast thrust sore at me that I might fall: but the LORD helped me.

14 The LORD is my strength and song, and is become my salvation.

15 The voice of rejoicing and salvation is in the tabernacles of the righteous: the right hand of the LORD doeth valiantly.

16 The right hand of the LORD is exalted: the right hand of the LORD doeth valiantly.

17 I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the LORD.

18 The LORD hath chastened me sore: but he hath not given me over unto death.

19 Open to me the gates of righteousness: I will go into them, and I will praise the LORD:

20 This gate of the LORD, into which the righteous shall enter.

21 I will praise thee: for thou hast heard me, and art become my salvation.

22 The stone which the builders refused is become the head stone of the corner.

23 This is the LORD'S doing; it is marvellous in our eyes.

24 This is the day which the LORD hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.

25 Save now, I beseech thee, O LORD: O LORD, I beseech thee, send now prosperity.

26 Blessed be he that cometh in the name of the LORD: we have blessed you out of the house of the LORD.

27 God is the LORD, which hath shewed us light: bind the sacrifice with cords, even unto the horns of the altar.

28 Thou art my God, and I will praise thee: thou art my God, I will exalt thee.

29 O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.

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bestiarium · 1 year

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The Pechs [Scottish folktales]

Old Scottish tales tell of a species of small, humanoid beings called the Pechs. These creatures were the inhabitants of Scotland in times long past. Resembling a small human from a distance, up close it was clear that they were anything but human: their arms were disproportionally long and their feet were so comically large that the creatures could use them as umbrellas when it rained. Though sometimes portrayed as bald, goblin-like creatures, in the original Scottish texts the Pechs were said to have bright red hair.

Despite their weird proportions, the Pechs are not to be mistaken for unintelligent monsters: on the contrary, they were said to be master builders and had great skill at masonry and architecture. According to an old Scottish children’s story, it was the Pechs who built the old strongholds and castles that are spread across the country. When a construction project was started, large numbers of Pechs would stand in long rows, passing stones and bricks to each other until the building was finished. Aside from their building skills, the Pechs were also renowned for their extraordinary skill at brewing ale.

But the Pechs also waged long and brutal wars, and this diminished their numbers until only a handful of them remained. For reasons unknown, the surviving Pechs eventually got into a war against the people of Scotland. The humans prevailed and eradicated the last members of this peculiar species. Or rather, almost all members, for two individuals were spared and captured alive. They were an elderly male Pech and his son, and the king of the Scots took an interest in them because he desired the secret to the renowned Pech ale.

And so the king ordered the two creatures to be brought before him. “I want to know the secret to the wonderful ale that you Pechs are known for”, he said to the two captives, “and if you refuse to tell me I will take the information from you by force. I will torture you until you submit, so it would be better for you to yield and tell me the secret now.”

The old Pech thought about it. “I can see now,” he said at last, “that there is no use in resisting. I will therefore tell you what you want to know, but first I have a condition.” “What would that be?” asked the king. “Do you promise to fulfil my request in exchange for the information about the ale, as long as my request is not in conflict with your own interests?” asked the Pech, to which the king agreed, seeing no harm in fulfilling the creature’s wish.

“I wish for the death of my son. But I do not want to take his life myself” said the Pech. The king was astonished at this outlandish and unexpected request, but as he greatly desired to know how the Pechs brewed their ale, he ordered his executioner to slay the young Pech at once.

“Now that my son is dead,” answered the elderly Pech, “there is nothing you can take from me. If he were alive, you might have tortured him and I would have caved because I don’t want to see my son suffer. But he is dead and there is nothing you can do to me: I will never tell you the secret of our ale.”

The king now understood that he had been tricked. But instead of executing or torturing the Pech, he let him go, reasoning that having lost his son and being the only surviving member of his species was the worst punishment he could give the creature.

Many years went by and the Pech was now ancient and blind. Most people forgot about him, until one day he overheard some young Scottish men boasting about their strength. The Pech asked them to feel their arms, because he wanted to compare the strength of modern humans to the strong folk of his time.

As a prank, one of the lads gave the blind Pech a strong metal tankard and pretended it was his arm. The Pech felt the object and crushed it between his fingers, stating that it was nothing compared to the true men of the past.

Eventually, the Pech passed away, and so died the last member of the Pechs. Come to think of it, this is a really depressing children’s tale.

Source: Chambers, R., 1870, Popular Rhymes of Scotland, 400 pp. (image source: red haired dwarf by GaudiBuendia on Deviantart)

#Scottish mythology #humanoid creatures #folktales #mythology #mythical creatures

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dragondevinity · 8 months

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Genshin impact Sagau~!

Parts 5&6

“Y/n now that we’re able to talk, where have you decided to settle in Teyvat?” Morax asked as the two of you walked around Liyue, with him in his human form, “honestly I haven’t yet Zhongli, I’m still trying to find a place to settle and get a place built…” you replied, “if you want I could always help, there’s some lovely places in Liyue that I can get built up into a lovely abode for you” Zhongli said before you both sat down at a tea house, “that would be lovely, but if I settle in Liyue it’ll be near the border of Mondstadt, since when Venti is back I’ll be able to visit easily” you replied with a small smile, “oh… that could very well be arranged y/n, but before that what tea and snacks should we get?” Zhongli says starting to smile more, “how about some Jasmine tea with a random snack they have? I’ve never had Liyue food before and you can never go wrong with Jasmine tea usually” you state which causes him to chuckle, and so he orders the Jasmine tea and a snack he thinks you will enjoy, and you two enjoyed your little tea break at the tea house together.

You finally found a pleasant location to want to build at, and so you put down a teleport way stone, then you teleported back to Liyue and set off to find Zhongli, “Zhongli!!! Xiao!!!” You shouted happily running at Zhongli and Xiao before tackling them both into a giant hug, you scared them both half to death, “y/n don’t do that!” Zhongli scolds while he and Xiao hug you back, “sorry! But I found a place to build! Come on I’ll show you!!” You said teleporting the three of you before letting go of the hug, “tada!” You said while they looked at the place flabbergasted, “in all my years in Teyvat I have never seen this area before…” Zhongli stated while Xiao nodded agreeing with him, “let’s go over some plans for this home then y/n…” Zhongli said.

It took a year for the people Zhongli hired to build the place but damn was it beautiful and functional, you had a fully working hot water and cold water system that you made to implement, and the fact there was like five bedrooms besides your own bedroom, the kitchen was massive and also had a proper oven and stove that you imagined into existence as well as electricity that only worked in this abode, there was even a giant living room with space for couches and stuff, it’s amazing what you and some builders could make in this universe, and the bathrooms were something you could die for, like damn, “thank you so much again Zhongli!” You said clinging to him, “again you’re welcome y/n, but remember our contract, I have freedom to visit whenever, as well as Xiao, so remember that” he said teasingly, you nodded happily, “remember that you both have your own rooms to stay in whenever you want as well Zhongli and Xiao, okay?” You said while letting go of Zhongli to cling onto Xiao, “s-sure” Xiao said softly, “I know y/n” Zhongli replied before heading back to Liyue via teleporter, and so you had a place of your own with people who visit as they please, Xiao stays at yours at least most of the time since the place calms him for some reason and he refuses to tell you why…

It was now getting closer and closer to the canon when the game starts… it’s only a matter of time, ‘oh god I’ve heard news of Diluc being born already, what am I going to do..! I’ve never felt so conflicted before!!!’ You think while your head is buried into a plushy of Rex lapis, “I’m so glad that Xiao gifted me this for Christmas a couple years ago..” you said sniffling.

Suddenly you got an idea! ‘What if I help Traveler and Paimon… that would be a good thing, they would progress and I could step in as needed… wait which sibling would be the traveler in this timeline?? Oh shit! I really hope it’s Aether but it could be Lumine… oh shit what about Wanderer!? Oh shit i haven’t thought much on me being here and changing shit! Oh no, oh no! Wait calm down it’s fine… nothing will change…! Hopefully…’ you thought, suddenly Xiao walked into the living room with Almond Tofu, he sat next to you and offered the plate to you gently, you sniffled once more, “take one.. you look as though you need comfort…” he said urging you to take a piece, “Thank you Xiao… what would I do without you” you said before biting the almond tofu and devouring it, he nods and hums, you cuddled up to him which made him flinch slightly, he slowly hugged you after putting the plate of almond tofu on the coffee table.

That’s how Zhongli found the two of you cuddling on the couch cutely tangled up, he was happy to know Xiao had someone to rely on besides himself nowadays, it was truly something he saw as good.

There’s part 5&6!

#genshin sagau #genshin impact sagau #sagau

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babythegod · 1 year

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#Thank you God #I am so blessed #beyond measure #perfect for my purpose #golden soul #I’m CHOSEN #the stone the builders refused #is the HEAD CORNERSTONE #🙏🏾

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safetyrat · 2 years

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[ranchers, hc x empires, 1.3k]

There have been weirder things going on with Grian in the past, Tango had thought, the hermits have very much gotten used to weird. And so, he really couldn’t have bothered with the glowing rift that had opened up underneath the base of floating rocks. What? It was just a glorified nether portal, really! No need to think about it.

He was very much regretting that sentiment as thirteen faces belonging to complete strangers stared back at him.

Well, eleven strangers, actually. There was also a girl that resembled Gem, wearing a golden tiara instead of a rich rack of antlers. She busied herself with dusting off her long gown from the dirt in the cave, something that made her revolutionary counterpart eye her suspiciously.

On the other side, a more disheveled version of False sat pressed against the stone walls, eyes flickering with paranoia over each of the hermits. They had decided to leave her be for now - she looked like she could use some space.

The cave had become a loud and busy place quickly, the sounds of rockets going off ringing in both his ears. Somewhere to his right, Tango could hear a strongly accented voice chatting up Pearl excitedly, who looked a little lost at the proposal that she was supposed to be a goddess.

The actual god, who took up a sizable amount of the space with his 11 foot frame, used his booming voice to announce to everybody that some sheriff was actually just a toy. Behind him, Tango spotted Grian peeling a goblin away from Grumbot, as he made himself a little too familiar with the machinery.

The real chaos came from the hermits themselves, however, who scurried from place to place as they tried to organize a solution to this situation. Ren had attempted to take command at first, but it became clear quickly that nobody was listening to him. It even seemed that more people agreed with Scar’s suggestion to just hotguy their way out of this problem.

Either way, the first thing they managed to establish was that the portal was a one-way trip. No matter what had been tried so far, it refused to open again and let their guests go back to their home dimension.

And so, all that they could do was provide them with a place to stay, for the time being.

“So?”

It was Impulse who landed next to Tango, most likely having noticed how he was standing around a little uselessly.

“Gah! I know what you’re thinking, I’ll help, I was just trying to get an overview, you know?”

Impulse laughed.

“I wasn’t reprimanding you, my dude. Just checking in, have you been asked to house anybody yet? There is a list going around making sure everybody is taken care of.”

Tango raised his eyebrows as he looked around the room once more. Sure enough - there was a girl in a big witch hat staring intensely at a slip of paper that was held in front of her by Cleo.

“Can’t say I have,” he answered. “Don’t imagine anybody would want to live in the citadel, anyway.”

“Well, they might need to get over themselves there. Not all hermits have space to offer, nor are they ecstatic about rooming with a stranger,” Impulse sighed.

Tango took a second to think about it.

"Alright, put me on there with the note that they better like it chilly."

It turned out Impulse had been right, about half an hour later. Despite there being plenty of overzealous builders declaring that they could raise new buildings out of the ground in no time, when it came to places to stay at right now, there really was just enough.

Meaning that every single spot would need to be filled. And judging by the discussion that was loudly occurring in a circle of both guests and hermits, Tango could guess which choice was the least popular. He sneaked himself a place in the group.

"No! I already said I'll live there! What's some ice castle to the sheriff?," Tango just arrived in time enough to hear a guy dressed in cowboy gear declare. He had taken off his hat, revealing messy blond hair, and was fidgeting with it in his hands. His angry glare was directed at a man with brown facial hair standing opposite him - Pix, as Tango had learned - who rested his face on his hands in frustration.

“Jimmy, we talked about this. Your mesa is the hottest place on the server, you won't be used to it at all. I’ll do it.”

Tango immediately recognized Pix’s words to be true. The sheriff's skin was tanned and rugged, with warmth radiating off his cheeks that he must have brought with him from home. Or maybe he was just that invested in the argument, even if it seemed a little silly.

“I can take it! Who do I think I am, a weak man?”

Yup, invested was a kind word for it. His deep brown eyes carried a sense of pride in them that was very fragile, if his snarky way of defending himself was anything to go by. Nevertheless, his chest was as puffed as can be, and his arms were crossed in a way that…

…In a way that was incredibly familiar. Tango felt a weird ache in his stomach, suddenly. He chose to ignore it.

“You guys can’t keep underestimating me. Do I have to remind you that I’m-”

“That you’re the sheriff, yeah yeah, we got it”, the tall god, who was sitting cross legged on the floor, interrupted with an eye roll. “How about you go and be a good little toy now and let Pix live out his Elsa fantasies, okayy?”

Jimmy took in a gulp of air to start another rebuttal, but he didn’t get far.

“It’s fine! He can live with me,” Tango yelled instead.

Several heads turned towards him in a second.

Ah. He really did not know why he said that.

“I mean, really it isn’t that cold and…”

As he tried to backpedal and come up with a reasonable excuse he glanced up sheepishly, only to catch Jimmy’s eyes staring straight at him.

And there was that ache again. It’s just that this time, he saw so much more in those eyes than misplaced pride. He couldn’t dare to name it.

It was Pix who interrupted that moment with an awkward cough.

“Well, if you are both sure?”

Jimmy tore himself away as if he had been burned, only offering a quick nod.

“Yeah, lemme, um,” Tango tried to get back some control. “Lemme show you where you can stay?”

He was followed wordlessly, until they made their way out of the cave away from the people, and then wordlessly some more. There were needles and pins desperate to escape out of his fingertips, but he couldn’t bring himself to start the conversation.

At some point, Jimmy had quickened his pace and overtaken Tango, startling him by standing directly in front of him. He came to a halt. The sheriff’s gaze weighed heavy on his skin, a goosebump following each inch that was carefully observed, read like the most fascinating poem.

Tango didn’t like it, he decided. He didn’t know anything about poetry.

But then Jimmy smiled at him, hesitant and crooked, and he could feel the strings that had been tying him to the ground, that he had not understood since they had appeared, slowly become loose. Or maybe they just pulled into a different direction now, the direction in front of him.

“Hey, I’m sorry, but have we met?”

Jimmy sounded earnest, more so than Tango had ever heard anyone sound. He almost choked on his own answer.

“...No, I don’t believe we have.”

He couldn’t even begin to explain the clump in his throat that was telling him it was a lie.

#hermitcraft #empires smp #hc x empires #tangotek #jimmy solidarity #mcyt #my writing #fanfiction #double life smp #trafficblr #team rancher

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dailycharacteroption · 6 months

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Roleplaying Races 14: Wyrwood

(art by James Anderson on Artstation)

Our next entry, much like gathlains, trox, and wyvarans, started out as one of the completely new “example” ancestries that were created to demonstrate how the race builder rules from Advanced Race Guide could be used to create entirely new playable options, and not just turn your favorite monstrous humanoids into something you could play as.

And unlike the bestiary-only options, those species actually got development, lore, and character options! In particular, today we are looking at wyrwoods!

Originally created to demonstrate a construct playable option (which really pushed the limits of the builder’s ruleset), the wyrwoods barely had any abilities at all aside from “it’s got all the construct immunities and weaknesses.”

However, since then, these diminutive automatons have gotten both lore and ability updates to really flesh them out, literally in one case.

Overall, they have elements of “ancient robots”, “freed automatons distrustful of fleshlings” and other such tropes built into their design.

The first wyrwoods were created by the ancient Azlanti, animating frames of metal and wood a powerful ioun stone (or aeon stone as they are called now) as the power source and possibly the seat of their consciousness. The enclave that created them had succeeded in creating intelligent constructs with souls and wills of their own, but with sapience comes the ability to question, and the wyrwoods wondered why they had to be involved in the conflict between the Azlanti and the Alghollthu in the last years of the empire.

When forced to fight against the horrors of the deep, the wyrwoods rebelled and fled, taking with them the secret of their creation, where they weathered the destruction of Azlant. To this day, these pragmatic people seek their own survival and have sworn to never be under the thumb of any other species ever again.

About halfling-sized, wyrwoods are humanoid constructs of wood and metal, the exact shape varying by the artistic aesthetics of the “parent” that built them, as well as any repairs or upgrades they themselves have made since that time. They all sport an aeon stone matrix somewhere in their body, but this may or may not be visible, and is not easily removed in any case.

The diminutive machines have a limited capacity for emotion, focusing primarily on logic and survival, and what emotions they have are treated as motivating tools rather than a part of their core being.

Wyrwood society is defined by their distrust of all organics, who once enslaved them, and by their desire to survive and live free, which is why they guard the secret of their creation so fiercely. The most horrible thing to these constructs is the thought of an entire population of new wyrwoods manufactured to be slaves and servants, not knowing the freedom of the rest of their people, or worse, accepting it as normal.

That isn’t to say that wyrwoods refuse all contact with flesh people. Indeed, sometimes envoys are sent abroad, particularly to places where constructs are made and studied, but they prefer not to stay long, especially when humans and other fleshlings reveal malicious intent that makes their fears into reality.

Wyrwoods are agile and always thinking, but their distrust makes it hard to endear themselves to others.

As constructs, they boast an impressive array of immunities and defenses compared to living creatures. However, it also means they cannot benefit from most healing magic.

As smaller beings, they are quite agile but also lack leverage, inhibiting their strength.

They also sport impressive night vision.

Of course, not all wyrwoods are built the same, and I mean that in a very literal sense. Some were designed to be supportive of others of their kind and even other constructs, able to channel magic to repair them. Others used different materials in their construction for the physical and mystical benefits. Some may contain religious relics that allow them to provide divine blessings, or have bodies mostly constructed of the remains of wands and staves, increasing their reserve of arcane energy. Some may have parts from the First World, and have an uncanny ability to befriend animals as a result, while others may be constructed of salvaged materials from battle sites or ruins, able to channel a small measure of violent destruction into their attacks. Perhaps the strangest of all are those who have incorporated living matter into their bodies (typically plant life, but there are experimental possibilities), the result being constructs that blur the lines between automaton and living being. While this gets rid of many of their immunities, they can be resurrected as if they were ordinary living creatures.

With their intelligence and agility, the most natural classes for wyrwoods are rogue and investigator, what with their focus on dexterity and having lots of skills, though alchemist, wizard, and other intelligence-based casters are also good picks as well. The charisma penalty does limit them somewhat with charisma casters and charming builds, but this can be circumvented. The only classes that I would avoid them are barbarian, bard, and skald, as they can’t benefit from morale bonuses, preventing many core features from being of any use to them without special archetypes.

That does it for today, but we’re far from done! See you tomorrow!

#pathfinder #race #wyrwood #Advanced Race Guide #Inner Sea Races #Bestiary 4 #Heroes of Golarion

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imaginedrago-ss · 3 months

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can a white guy like me b the stone taht tge builder refused

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nugget-gender · 5 months

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with my post format going out i should explain the hwfwm power system as briefly as possible

rank: normal-iron-bronze-silver-gold-diamond(Half-transcendent)-transcendent(mortals Dont Go Here*)

Essences: cubic manifestations of magic. can be absorbed to grant powers. absorb three and theyll spawn a Confluence essence that matches up with the combo, which can be refused but shouldnt be. confluences can be replaced with a divine essence from a god or another normal essence if ur boring. rarer essences(common-uncommon-rare-epic-legendary) are not necessarily more powerful but are more Specific. you are more likely to get gravity powers from a Void essence but you probably could get them from an Earth essence. but go buy a lottery ticket if that happens

Awakening Stones: not really mentioned by me. each essence unlocks 5 abilities but only one of them is initially usable. gotta use AS for the other 4. theyve got the same rarity thing as essences

Aura: everybodys got one. its the outward manifestation of your soul. gold rank and up can hurt people simply by having an unrestrained aura. suppressing your aura negates any effects it has and can in some cases disable your abilities. you can also do funky shit with your aura if you have training and/or scars to your soul

Perception: exactly what it sounds like. everone gets some form of magical perception boost

Gods: localized to a planet. transcendent beings as manifestations of various things, sharing a name with their domain. (ex. Dominion, Healer, Purity, Undeath, Ocean)

Great Astral Beings: the big guys. these are the ones representing fundamental aspects of the universe. (ex. The Builder, The Reaper, The Keeper of Moments)

The Universe: its like dumpling soup. each world is a dumpling, with the outside being the dimensional membrane(the permeability of which determines the magic level of that world). the soup itself is the Astral, the nonphysical space between worlds. this is where GABs exist and where standard astral beings are summoned from. dimensional vessels and some abilities can allow travel through the astral, and some accidental magic events can rip peoples souls through the astral and into another world(Outworlder moment. think isekai) where their body is reformed out of crude magic.

(*most of the time. there are always Outliers.)

the pinnacle of diamond rank is considered half-transcendent

#pfp and banner by @wingscript #go follow bestie <3

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tokyo-revengers-writings · 2 years

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How They Play Minecraft (Tokyo Revengers Headcanon)

A/n: I found a bee today :)

Warnings: Slight cursing, Nahoya Kawata, Ran Haitani, Baji Keisuke

Manjiro (Mikey) Sano

He will whine the entire time

Forces other people to get resources for him

AFK half the time

Terrible at pvp

Decent at fighting mobs

Bullys everyone who plays with him

Eats all the food, despite not moving

Refuses to eat raw

Whines most of the time, 5/10

Izana Kurokawa

Has no idea how to play

Someone would have to teach this man for a full hour before he can play

Once he has the hang of it, he’s a decent player

Always goes off on his own immediately after spawning in

Comes right back once he realizes he can’t fend for himself

Refuses to eat unless he has three hungar bars

He’s the one who goes off and hunts

Very good at PVP

Decent at fighting mobs

Has multiple cats

Very good house bulder

Independent, 9/10

Ken (Draken) Ryuguji

He’s the gatherer of the group

Starts off by immediately getting wood, stone, etc

Terrible at PVP

Great at fighting mobs

Cave explorer

Kills and cooks his own food so he doesn’t waiste resources

Has a seaweed farm

Has several dogs that everybody kills just to piss him off

One of three sane people

Would not be able to survive without him, 9/10

Nahoya (Smiley) Kawata

He’s the type of person to burn everyone’s houses down immediately

Sets whole forests on fire for fun

Kills people’s pets

fed Souya’s parrots cookies when he wasn’t looking

Great at PVP because he constantly kills people

Decent at fighting mobs

Eats everyone’s food out of spite

Contributes by finding villages

This man can go 50 blocks in any direction and find a village

Never builds houses

Kills villagers for fun

An absolute menace, 7/10

Souya (Angry) Kawata

He’s the mom of the group

Makes sure everyone has tools constantly

Builds the house while everyone else works

Suprisingly good at PVP

Can’t kill mobs

He has pet parrots

Refuses to kill animals

He’s the one who farms crops

Great interior decorator

Keeps everyone from murdering each other

Two of three sane people, 100/10

Haruchiyo Sanzu

You thought Nahoya was bad

This dude contributes nothing

He would go in the nether and immediately die

Willingly takes all the good supplies and jumps into lava

Has a torture chamber in his house

Stole his house from a villager

Goes behind people and sets them on fire

Burns down people’s houses

Can’t fight for shit

Burns the food

Pyromanic, 3/10

Senju Kawaragi

She’s the person who takes care of the animals

Builds the pens, breeds them, kills them

Collects and breeds horses for everyone

Spend most of her days fishing

She’s the reason everyone has food

Great at both PVP and NPC fighting

Does not stop her brother at all

She’s the chest organizer

She’s the person who farms blaze rods

Chill-ish person, 10/10

Ran Haitani

He’s the random person who has no clue what to do

Builds random shit out of hay blocks

Has defently commited arson

Kills people and then gaslights the person

“It says I was killed by you, Ran!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

Gathers wood and helps build the house

Shitty designer

Amazing at killing things

He’s trying, 8/10

Rindou Haitani

He’s the explorer

Goes off immediately after spawning in

Collects coordinates that are important and reports them

Always dies when he goes out

Has lost several horses

Great at fighting

He’s the type of person to raid a desert pyramid and step on the pressure plate

Rarely comes home alive

Puts beds behind people in the nether and explodes them

Kinda rude, but he contributes, 9/10

Baji Keisuke

If Nahoya and Sanzu had a love child, it’d be Baji

Contributes absolutely nothing

Sets absolutely everything on fire

Floods people’s houses

Kills everyone’s pets

Breaks animal pens and lets them loose

Do not invite this man to play with you

Loves TNT

Amazing fighter

Is the reason nobody progresses, 2/10

Mitsuya Takashi

He’s the house builder

Constantly scoldes Baji

Helps Souya decorate the house

Good at fighting

Constantly has to put fires out

Three out of three mentally stable people

Helps Senju organize chests

Collects random pets

Does things like iron and mob farms

Helps Draken mine

Sweet boy, 100/10

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