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applefrill's most pathetic soldier (amateur archivist) any/all

[autumnaster]

hellfire stream archive

in the spirit of free information, i have collated youtube reuploads of every apo or cherri stream since bannerfall began into a google sheet.

my hellfire archive #myarchive

also! playlists of apo and cherri's bannerfall and cobblemon streams combined for ease of browsing!

Apokuna Bannerfall VODs

CherriFire Bannerfall VODs

Apokuna CCSMP VODs

CherriFire CCSMP VODs

[possuminnit]

Pissed off the baby ghasts didn't exist when dsmp was thriving. You fucking Know ctommy would get up to some bullshittery with them. What even ever

[possuminnit]

His pet dried freak. Do you think he'd take care of one during exile ? take my hand. picture ctommy stumbling into the nether to stare longingly at the portals n he finds a little dried baby ghast just left alone. U think he wouldn't take it ? Bond immensely ? N have it ruined for him as soon as cdream finds it ? Surely you understand

[redstonedust]

nostalgia bait is much less effective when you have memory problems. "hey its that thing from your childhood, don't you love thing from your childhood?" i wouldnt know </3 i forgor.

[thestuffedalligator]

The way necromancy works is this: Everything in your body — meat, bones, skin, blood — has something like a memory. They remember, in their own way, what it’s like to be alive. Skin remembers the sun. Bones remember what shape they’re supposed to be in. Muscle memory is more than just an idiom.

The way necromancy works is that the caster puts a little bit of their willpower into a corpse to order it to remember how it functioned in life and obey. This is easiest to do with bones, which are easy to trick, and becomes increasingly difficult the more of the original body remains.

To reanimate a full body to your command, you have to have a lot of willpower.

The necromancer checked the map. She checked the map again. She squinted up at the stars, lips moving silently. Then, taking the lantern off its hook, she peered over the side of the little sailboat.

There wasn't much to see. The sea was dark and still as glass, except where the lanternlight turned a patch of seawater a yellowish-green. A tiny fish flitted into the gleam, attracted to the light, and then vanished into the murk again.

The necromancer chewed the inside of her cheek. She sat down again, the boat bobbing gently with the movement, and checked the map one more time. Then she opened the little wooden case on the floor of the boat, which unfolded into a neat arrangement of drawers.

There were. Things. In the drawers. Some wriggled. Others twitched little beetly legs into the night air. A few of them made noises, which ran together into a squeaky, wheezy squeal of horror.

The necromancer twiddled her fingers over the display as she considered her options. Then she grabbed a few of the twitching, wriggling things, held them in her palm and squeezed her hand into a fist as tightly as she could with a squelching noise.

She opened her hand to inspect her work. She breathed the spell into it, and then, holding her hand over the edge of the boat, dropped the spell into the sea.

And that seemed to be it. She sat back in the boat and closed the little wooden case. After a moment she started looking over the map again.

There were a lot of handwritten notes on the map. Each one was connected to a mark and some coordinates; some of them said, "Storm 1457," or "Struck a rock 1483." Others said "Total failure," or “Completely dissolved.”

The note the necromancer seemed most interested in was the one that read, “Battle of Salzstein, 1501.”

The necromancer checked the map. She checked the map again. She squinted up at the stars, lips moving silently, and then she was suddenly thrown down to the floor of the boat as though a giant, invisible hand had crushed her.

Her mouth opened in a noiseless scream.

Two minds were fighting for control of the corpse; on one side was the mind of the caster, and on the other was the memories of bones, of flesh, of skin, trying to drive the caster out.

The weight of that mind was incredible.

Sweat poured off the necromancer’s brow; darkness whorled across her vision. Then slowly, every movement a bone-breaking agony, she pushed herself onto her hands and knees, lungs straining.

The trick was that this mind knew how to obey.

The necromancer stood, wobbled, steadied herself and poured her willpower into the sea. She tried to make hers the full willpower the thing had obeyed in life, the will of the wind, of the sea, of the rigging and the wheel.

Because of course it had been alive. In a sense, they were all alive. Sailors talked of them like they were alive, gave them names, called them “she.”

Sailors knew they were alive.

It was the cessation of that life that interested her.

The necromancer reached out with her power, seized the mind in her hands and pulled, blood and foam flecking out the corners of her mouth as she ground her teeth together with the titanic effort and ordered it to obey.

The sea roiled, hundreds of tons of water moving fast as something deep below boiled to the surface.

A bowsprit sprouted from the water. Then a wood-rotted figurehead of a mermaid. Then inch by inch, yard by yard, the huge barnacle-encrusted bulk of silt-stained timber rose out of the deep, seawater streaming out of every gunport.

For a moment the warship hung in the air like a monstrous fish held by the gills by a colossal fisherman. It dropped into the sea; the little rowboat lurched in its wake.

The necromancer released the spell. Then she threw up, and passed out.

———

Later, once she had woken up, gathered together the tackle box, the lantern, the map and had scrabbled aboard, the necromancer inspected the undead ship.

There was a hole in the hull where a magazine charge had exploded. This was, admittedly, fine. Undead men could walk with a hole in their bellies; an undead ship could sail with one as well.

Really, she thought, despite the discomfort the spell had worked masterfully.

It was a perfect start.

She unfolded the map on the soggy floor of the quarterdeck, sucked the end of a pen, and next to the last marker wrote “Total success.” Then her finger began to trace down the page to the next.

And the undead ship — unbidden and obedient — shifted its sails and began to move south.

[thevoidyouscreaminto]

"I was an extremely hostile person"

Inspired by art from @avo0930

[anriflos4]

Pretty please can you draw V!apo and V!shelby interaction?

SHELBY APO MY BELOVED!!!! unfortunately im a poser and a loser and haven’t properly watched any of their povs yet so can’t i say anything about their interactions, but the dynamic of Girl That Ignores The Horrors Around Her X Girl Experiencing The Horrors Every Second sounds very fun!! and it’s always nice to see apo getting comforted. . .

also you can send me vsmp requests!! :3 not sure if I’ll do them, but still!!

[iwasonceabookworm]

cryptidfruitblossom. anyone

[ikou4pallete]

🌻🦋 cotton tail, gonna end up in jail

wrong place, wrong time, bad tune but it rhymed

[5unnyskies]

rendering practice vapokuna I’m not 100% sure i like

[beansfrombeans]

apokuna. wails and cries and wails and screams

[beansfrombeans]

and wails. btw. and explodes even

[harvestmoth]

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[autumnaster]

– whitepine finale on saturday

– pantheon smp delayed for two weeks into august

– ren unavailable so the cast is down one

ivorycello on pantheon 1000% confirmed indisputably happening applefrill certainly real yes! 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[boxofoxberry]

happy anniversary to the double life finale and the coolest life series winner ever 💥

[knightfisherr]

gem outfits ☝️

[tillydouspart]

I may get hung for this

But

What is gap moe

I beg

What is gap moe 😔

WORRY NOT!!!! I LOVE EXPLAINING THINGS!!!! IT IS ONE OF MY GREATEST JOYS!!!!

gap moe is. the cuteness of when someone does something ooc. the cuteness of someone acting differently. which is to say. the classic example of gap moe is the rugged bad boy who's cold to everyone rescues a lost kitten and privately smiles at it. the contrast between the aloof exterior and the warm interior!

but even though it's mostly used in that cute way (super serious guy actually loves cute things etc) it comes in many other forms too, like goofy character who's always joking suddenly Takes Things Seriously. playboy character who never settles falls genuinely head over heels for someone and now is stumbling over words they should know with ease. or even smaller things like person who's always neat and perfect has their hair a bit out of place because they overslept. that hint of a different side to them is gap moe!

etho is a super gap moe guy bc you know, he's everyone's inspiration, he has that canadian seriousness to him and he's quite stoic, but he's also washed up! that unexpected show of weakness makes him cute. redstone genius who invented many essential machines but he also loves cheesecake. hes so moe. im so serious about this. hes so moe. this is one of the reasons people love him even if they dont know this term, but hes king of gap moe

[tillydouspart]

listen ive been Waiting for the chance to say that. this is a belief i hold deeply in my heart. but i knew most people probably didnt know what it means so this was the Perfect Occasion to spread this knowledge. this all worked perfectly according to my keikaku

[digitalbeachrave]

died and came back wrong and no one could tell the difference

[megamindsupremacy]

died and came back wrong but only to myself. died and came back and nobody noticed i died. died and people think i came back better. died and came back wrong only in a specific sense of "wrong". died and fought like hell to come back and everyone thinks it was easy. died and came back mentally wrong and physically fine and tearing myself apart from the inside. died and hiding everything that went wrong. died and trying so hard to show what is wrong and nobody notices.

[varanusniloticus]

Pet dragon 🐲 [by Ryoko Kui]

[sodium-ion]

Yeah ryoko kui would draw that