plapitypus

[ylaeth]

The Legend

[ylaeth]

The Legend

[mc-my-world]

ACT II Masterpost (Ongoing)

ACT II MASTERPOST BENEATH CUT:

VILLAGE, PILLAGE, VINDICATE

Nil and Polly!

Trained response

Lesson

Bad company

Creeper lore

Childhood flashback

7. JOHNNY 8. Chase

SWAMP HUT ARC

9. The Swamp Hut 10. Nightmare 11. Alive 12. Scars 13. Injury 14. Pity 15. Folk tale

16. Johnny and Polly

17. .... (COMING SOON)

[edwordsmyth]

"Friends outside of Minnesota please read. I'm sharing a post written by a personal friend and medical doctor: Friends outside MN, you need to know what is happening here. Everyone knows that ICE shot and killed a woman here on Wednesday. But that’s not the only thing that’s going on:

ICE agents are cruising areas with immigrant-owned businesses, and kidnapping patrons and employees alike. Yesterday they abducted two US citizen employees at a suburban Target, one who was begging them to allow him to go get his passport to show them.

ICE is going door to door in immigrant-heavy neighborhoods, asking residents where their immigrant neighbors live. Read that again. If it sounds like something out of your high school history textbook, that’s because it is.

ICE is targeting schools and school buses. They pepper sprayed teenagers and abducted two school staff members at the high school up the street from me on Wednesday. Police are literally escorting school buses to ensure children can get to school and home safely. The Minneapolis Public Schools have moved to virtual learning for the next 4 weeks because it’s unsafe for children or teachers to physically come to school.

They are targeting hospitals and clinics. Patients are scared and are cancelling their appointments or just not showing up. Kids are missing their checkups and vaccines, folks aren’t getting their cancer care, etc.

They are smashing windows in cars and homes.

ICE is increasingly picking up Native Americans—again, targeting folks based on skin color alone.

They are arresting and beating legal observers. A friend of a friend had her arm broken yesterday. Folks are showing up at local hospitals, brought in in ICE custody, with severe injuries that are absolutely inconsistent with mechanism of injury reported by ICE. (Think: patient appears to have been beaten unconscious, while ICE agent says he slipped and fell.) I can’t emphasize enough that these ICE agents do not have warrants. There are 2,000+ agents here and they are simply hunting for anyone that’s not white. It doesn’t matter if you’re a citizen or a green card holder, they will kidnap you first and ask questions later. But the community is fighting back.

Protests are happening every day.

Community groups have been leading know-your-rights sessions for months, often to packed venues.

Whistles are being distributed by the thousands, carried on keychains and worn on coat zippers, always at the ready to be blown in warning if ICE is spotted.

Drivers are following ICE vehicles, blaring their horns in warning.

Businesses are locking their doors even while open to keep employees and customers safe. As I type this, I’m standing guard at the locked door of our neighborhood burrito joint while I wait for my takeout order, so the employees can focus on their jobs. The place is packed with neighbors supporting this small business.

Anti-ICE signs are posted everywhere. The community is making it crystal clear that ICE is not welcome here.

Parents and neighbors are standing guard outside schools, organizing carpools, and escorting kids to and from school on foot.

Parents of kids in Spanish-immersion daycare (there are a LOT of these daycares here!) are keeping their kids home so the teachers don’t have to take the risk of coming to work.

Churches and community groups are holding fundraisers to buy and deliver groceries to families who don’t feel safe leaving home.

Mutual aid money is going out to folks who can’t make rent because they can’t work or because a breadwinner was abducted, or who need a warm place to stay after their home’s windows were smashed. THAT is what is happening here. This fight is ongoing and it’s horrifying to watch. But we are not backing down. To my friends in other cities and states, don’t think for a minute that this won’t happen in your town. It will. Be ready. Learn from us, as we have learned from Portland and Chicago and New York. Fight back. Don’t let us get to the last line of Martin Niemoller’s poem.” -Grant Boulanger

[callmesel]

Are people on Tumblr aware that you can customize your kudo message??

got it from this twt post (has more stuff in the thread)

og reddit post here

[rat-rosemary]

There is a venn diagram between Tommy "This is fine because Im playing a character, and if I'm playing a character then this doesn't even hurt. I just need to keep doing this forever" Innit and Techno "I'm a person! Im not a weapon or a tool or a beast, Im a human being! I just need someone to treat me like Im a person for once!" Blade and in-between them is Dream

[cuppochino]

watched the entirety of this minecraft ARG for the first time on the left side of my screen while drawing this. i think i have a death wish

(alt vers w/o text below cut!)

d3rlord3 is my favourite rn, but i know by the next episode the avery hype is gonna hit me like a freight train /silly

[dsmpartarchive]

108/108 Read from top to bottom

Sorry!! I didn’t think about placement before posting

[weepingdog]

IM CRYING WTF IS THIS

[sycamorality]

and what would peaceful mode be in minecraft. what part of the lore would it be? would it be before or after the storm? would it be when everything's gone extinct, save for the few overworld mobs? the nether nothing but a barren wasteland with not a single soul left but the sand and soil you walk upon?

the nights are silent. too silent. the footsteps you hear behind you are not mobs trying to kil you. the cave noises are not any active threats. they shouldn't be. there are no threats here.

the caves are empty. they're nothing but endless tunnels and ravines. they are not dangerous anymore. there is nothing there; the most you will find is a bat.

and the deep darks. the shriekers shriek for nothing. they are warning you for a danger that is not there. the warden will not come. it did not hear them; it is not there.

the piglins do not care about their riches anymore. you can take as much as you see fit. they will not lay a single sword or arrow on you. for what reason are they so apathetic?

the fortresses that were once brimming with hostile life now sit dormant. they are nothing but empty bridges and hallways. there is not a single soul here to lay the smallest of scratch on you.

spawners do not spawn any mobs. there is nothing here. what happened for them to stop working? what made them work in the first place?

the end is barren. there is nothing here. the only living souls that remain are shulkers and the dragon. the endermen are long gone. the shulkers do not attack you. they dare not guard the cities they reside in any longer.

what happened? what caused the lingering apathy, what caused the extinction of so many beings? or is it before the world turned hostile? i suppose we won't know better than guessing..

[plapitypus]

Do you think of me, the way I think of you?

We don't talk anymore. But I still see your posts. I watch you grow and change, faded like a ghost.

Do you think of me and remember our talks through the night? When I'd talk through the dark, and you'd speak in the light?

When I'd stay up late, and you'd get up early, for a chance for our words to connect on a journey.

From ocean to ocean, across sea and shore, in all of our talks, you were never a bore.

I had set an alarm for 3 in the morning, and I'd wake from my sleep with barely a warning.

'Wake up!' It would say, 'Friend is starting their day.'

So I'd tell you, "Good morning!" amid the moonbeams. You'd respond, "Good morning! Sleep well, and good dreams."

But at some point, it stopped. Our correspondences dropped.

You stopped wishing good dreams. I stopped setting alarms. We focused on school, on jobs, and our charms.

We grew up, and slowly, we grew into strangers. We found people closer to trust without danger.

I still have your contact saved on my phone, and I wonder if you have ever made me known.

I still have my alarm set for 3 in the morning, turned off, yet waiting to never need forming.

I still see your posts and your updates on life. I'm happy for you and your time without strife.

You seem happy and filled, and the you I knew would be thrilled.

Sometimes, I mourn the friendship we had, as I ache to reach out and say that I'm glad.

I've seen your accomplishments and all that you've done. I'm proud you've grown up and reached for the sun,

Even if it meant leaving me behind. But I wonder if you think of our past that's entwined?

Am I a piece of your history, lost in a long forgotten memory? Or am I circled in the forefront of your thoughts as a reverie?

Do you see my posts and stories and take the chance to take inventories

Of the things you knew of me and the dreams I wished to be.

Am I a whisper in your thoughts or a set of quickly bypassed snapshots?

Do you wonder how I've rearranged or if I ever changed?

Do you think of me the way I think of you? I'd like to believe I was important to you too.

[notsoheterosapien]

I FOUND RANBOOS JOURNAL????

[hellenar-ts]

i made this meme in a blind rage

[plapitypus]

Love isn't always great acts of passion or sacrifice

sometimes love is small and quiet and goes by easily unnoticed

it's how my aunt always makes devilled eggs when she knows I'm coming over, because she knows they're my favourite

it's how whenever my brother sees my favourite pop in the store he'll buy me one, just because

it's how my mom always asks how my day went when she sees me, and listens to my answer

it's how my best friend always has a new series or video to show me, because she watched them and thought of me

it's how my siblings come to me for a hug when they've had a bad day- and it's how I give them the hug because I know they need it

it's how one of my students drew me a platypus, because they remembered I mentioned it was my favourite animal at the beginning of the year

it's how my dad sends me memes he finds on facebook, because he thinks they'll make me laugh

it's how my friends keep soft plushies and blankets and fidgets, in case I forget to bring my own

it's how my nan used to pull out all her art supplies so we could draw together when I came over

it's how my grandpa used to take me to the beach, so we could spend time together even if we weren't doing the exact same thing

it's how my dad makes sure my plants are watered when im away, and how my cats give me forehead bumps, and how my brother wraps me in the biggest, gentlest hugs

it's how we see things and learn things about people, and go out of our way to remember them, and do things for them, and make them smile

it's how we wrap people up with warmth and comfort and tell them I love you without ever uttering the words

[thoushaltnotlive]

So, I'm playing minecraft it's all fun and game the ususal, THEN (following under the cut cus it's longer and i'm not an asshole)

Me: Oh wow I'm so lucky!

Then again

And again

Im going down the cave, following the path of diamomds, as you do.

I'm like: Ooo this is such a great find!

(Mind you this all happens in about a span of 5-6 minutes)

AND THEN

IT WAS A TRAP!

This meme is literally me 5 minutes ago 😭

[keystonepublishing]

Under The Brine by bonesandthebees

Wow, it's really been nearly two months since I posted! Besides the usual life stuff, I also took the plunge and bought Affinity Publisher just so I could control the typeset to a greater finesse than clunky Microsoft Word. And this is my first result of that!

This fic, Under The Brine by @bonesandthebees is one of my favorite Crimeboys fics, and I had so many ideas to try out to visualize the situations and vibes of the plot. As you will see, the result was a mix of established layouts and new experimentation. The cover itself is made using Affinity, printed onto paper to give a papery feel on the hands!

The chapter pages are designed with voluminous double-spread images because I wanted the reader to "fall in" to the story. I want to bring the feel of unnatural uncertainty, fear, and dread into a visual form; if a picture tells a thousand words, the right one can convey the mood of an entire arc. Having the opening paragraphs shifted to the side accentuates the visual feel.

As per usual, I have my layouts for pre-fic notes along with an appendix section for end notes and author comments to curious readers (albeit this time on Tumblr). But I also diverged by adding a playlist, curated by the author for this fic, along with a Spotify code if typing the song names onto YouTube is too much.

With Affinity, I also took the time to lay out the fic's dream sequences. I wanted a complete opposite to a normal page to convey the act of dreaming, and so made the pages all-black. However, the volume of needed black ink did confuse my printer and created a number of paper jams, so I don't think this style is going to be used much.

Additionally, I formatted the phone-text-messaging part of the fic so it actually looks like a text message convo! This was one of the most fiddly parts of typesetting as I had to balance not only the text messages, but the error alert symbol and words as well.

And lastly, I experimented with putting last paragraphs and the ending image together, instead of putting them onto separate pages as per my other binds. I do this because I wanted to visualize the moody feel of the ending... and because I was running out of paper and wanted to save pages.

Full thanks to @bonesandthebees for writing this fic!

[royalarchivist]

The spiders and baby zombies were too late — as of right now, Phil has OFFICIALLY passed the 5 year record of his previous Hardcore world! :')

[trueiceybagel]

Thinking about that time that Q!Phil was trying to fly again and jumped off the wall, he said something along the lines of “you’ve done it before, you can do it again”.

Thinking about how in MaepleTea’s animatic (which is official as it was commissioned by Phil) we see Phil do basically the same thing.

Both times Phil didn’t know if he was actually going to be able to fly, but he threw himself off a ledge regardless because he has such a strong desire to fly.

(Also Phil basically being Icarus means so much to me. Phil cubito I hold you so very gently)

((Also also GO WATCH THE ANIMATIC! ITS A PART ONE, I THINK THERE ARE GONNA BE THREE PARTS))