Paper

Hi, I'm Paper! (also known as Lee). I like Hermitcraft and the Life series. I'm a part of Community Life! He/him, 20 y/o

[freshcuntgrass]

Nothing has done quite so much damage to my internal vocabulary as the construction #MyNoun. I don't remember if it was from that "tour of my jar, this is my twig #MyTwig" or if it was from "inappropriate attachment to objects, my tuube #MyTuube" but either way it was one of you fuckers on here. I do it every time there's my noun #MyNoun

[karvviie]

angel and devil on his shoulders and they’re both orange and annoying

[porkyratt]

Go my Chex angst, I feed on the tears of RvB fans

[zeffdakilla]

the meta never wanted to be a weapon, the meta wanted to be human

[crysaiism]

worlds nicest and most normal community life player

[bigenderweed]

everyone make sure to set out cheese & crackers for neil tonight <3

[paperpiep]

o/

why hello there \o

[paperpiep]

I worked more on character!Paper's story for the ARG I'm putting together and I'm so excited :DDD It won't be the best thing ever, but I'm having a lot of fun and can't wait to make more progress, especially with the puzzles

[paperpiep]

Ok I'm going to try to be more active on tumblr aside from just liking all the cool art I find lol. I'm not totally sure how this website works but I'm sure I'll figure it out :P get ready for #mythoughts

[rachiecrown]

I'm going LIVE!!!!

In less than 24 hours, I'll be live on my youtube, Rachie Crown!

I'll be livestreaming the very start of Community Craft, a Hermitcraft-inspired SMP alongside the members of Community Life and a few more from our discord at 6:00pm Eastern (GMT -5)

[silver-clsmp]

The Tomorrow With You All

Silver was used to forgetting.

That was the usual cycle of her kind, after all. She’d be awoken, vow to serve at her newest wielder’s side, and fade to nothing but light as soon as her master died. And then? She’d reawaken as a blank slate once again.

It was simply the way of her world. And Silver wasn’t in a place to question it. It was simply not her place.

She almost pitied humans. They clung to memory so tightly, since, unlike her kind, memory was all they had to prove they existed.

But now? Now she understood so…so painfully clearly.

Her memory like a sieve, Silver had taken to journaling. She didn’t remember exactly how long ago she had been turned mortal, but she knew it was long enough to begin forgetting. And forgetting Them was the last thing she ever wanted.

So she made sure to write down everything that reminded her of Them.

Flowers, small white and delicate, just like the ones They once grew at home.

Wheat, golden brown and fuzzy against her fingertips as she trekked through the fields.

Smoke, tickling her nose as They recounted another ghost story in a great, booming voice.

Salt…lingering in her mouth and against her skin as she held Them close, praying to every God out there that maybe, just maybe this wouldn’t be the end.

…A dark metalic red splashing against her face, as she finally made her choice.

Even without her journal, Silver kept turning those few items over and over in her head, as she built a small valley home for herself. Community Life didn’t offer much in terms of comforts, but she did what she could.

She was going to keep to herself. It was all she had ever known, after all. Even in an entirely new world, she doubted that her kind would be taken to kindly. Silver became sneaky and omnious whenever she could, hoping that it might be enough to ward anybody away.

Silver responded to her first death with surface-level indifference, waving it aside as “I had a feeling I’d die soon anyways”, even as the hairs along her neck bristled just looking at Sage and Beetle before her.

Imagine, then, her surprise when Team Peak came rushing to her home, weapons drawn and worry etched into their face.

Imagine her surprise when they invited her into their home, even under the threat of the boogeyman. They invited her to become one of them.

She hesitated, but…accepted all the same.

And suddenly, it almost felt like new, warmer memories came to take the old’s place.

Wolves darting about underfoot, their furry and warm bodies pressing up against her legs.

Snowflakes drifting down gently from the sky, pilling up in fluffy mounds about the base.

Redstone buzzing under her fingernails, leftovers from the trap the four of them had worked on together.

And, most precious, the banner that now hung from her shield, matching her newfound teammates.

It had felt warm when Snow had passed it to her. Cgal seemed pleased with himself, feathers puffing up with pride. And even though Lee had offered a nonchalant thumbs-up in response, the smile radiating off of him was palpable.

Tears almost threatened to bubble to the surface, which she hid with a laugh and many thanks.

Silver was used to forgetting.

But…if remembering meant spending another tomorrow with them all…

Then maybe she could get used to remembering.