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our scribe is glad to announce: you can now wear our likeness upon your clothing and support her efforts by visiting her redbubble store

there are prints

and t-shirts

and phone cases

and many more items to be added later

#minecraft #asktheendermen #redbubble #store #ender merch #support artists #if you are unable to purchase a reblog would be much appreciated #she is running low on emeralds to trade with her local villagers #and is terrible at farming

and since i’m so very pleased with the result, here is the entire piece right-side-up! This is the biggest thing I’ve done in a while, so I’m quite proud that I powered through to completion. I’ll get back to the palettes shortly. In the mean time, please this screaming writhing mass of fused enderbuddies!

[daytime edit and rebagel, so that you can actually see it on your dash!]

#minecraft #enderman #endermen #enderdragon #asktheendermen #reb's art adventures #body horror #fanart #long post #durr didn't realize it formatted stupid

Do you follow asktheendermen blog :? your last post made me think of one of their responses about dirt

I doooo! They’re fantastic~

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The Beginning of the Ender

Line. All was Line, in the ancient days. In the days before Ender crossed the Edge and Became Form. But before Ender crossed the Edge, Ender often dwelled there. In the Far Lands, where Line met Form and its Edge took both. This was long, long ago, although the Far Lands only vanished relatively recently.

The time that Ender crossed the Edge into Form was very, very long ago. So long ago that even the humans who build impossible monuments and cross untold distances for no reason at all had yet to arrive. Before Villages. Not before the Nether, though, for the Ender had always been there, but definitely before the Nether was crossed so easily. This time was, however, before the End.

In this ancient time, Ender’s eyes were as green as their pearls. In this time, there was a much different kind of Builder in the world. They were not human, but they were definitely not Ender either. They were different. None of their kind lives in the present, although their bones still walk under the dirt and under the moon. These peoples were mighty in the ancient times. They built, but not like humans would in the far future, nor like Ender ever could and would, but somewhere in-between the two extremes. They built from themselves, from within, taking from the world and putting back something new. They built the strongholds, and they lived there. They did not much like the sun, although it did not hurt them. They just disliked it.

These peoples made the strange stones with which they built their underground cities. Some of the stones were not proper, however. Sometimes the person’s inner evils would taint the stone, and instead of a proper stone an egg of stone would be created instead.

These peoples built farms under their stone roofs. They built massive libraries, which they filled with their secrets. Which they created bookshelves, and books, to write their secrets in. These people created, and enabled the future creation of, all non naturally spawning things. They even dealt with the mobs that spawned in their cities, putting them all behind bars which they made for this exact purpose. These peoples were absolute. Nothing stopped them, nothing could, and nothing did. They changed the very world itself when nature stood in their way.

But then Ender crossed the Edge. And suddenly these peoples had a problem they could not solve. Ender were weak, in these days, but they could move all blocks without destroying them. Ender were born of shadows, and were too tall to fit in the prisons these people had made. Even if they could fit, Ender came from shadows, not darkness. No amount of lighting could eliminate shadow. These peoples had an enemy that for once they could not take care of.

Unfortunately, these peoples were absolute. There was nothing they could not do. So in the face of something they truly could not eliminate, they showed the true, full extent of their prowess. In these ancient times, the Nether was extremely hard to reach. A simple frame of obsidian could not be lit and walked through, the world could not do that. These peoples could make it possible, however. And they did. They used their own massive underground city, their subterranean world. They destroyed parts of it, leaving only three massive cities arranged around a central point. The very center of the world, to be precise. By doing this, they were able to anchor the Nether to the Overworld, and once it was anchored they could travel to it much more easily. This was important, because with two dimensions laid over each other it was easy for these peoples to weave a third dimension into being. Although even these peoples could not create a full world, so it was little more than an empty pocket of static in the Void.

These peoples then had to build a gate to this new world. But they made it hard. They created a gate, made of blocks that no person of mortal blood could craft. Powered by something which did not yet exist, but would soon. With these preparations made, these peoples wrought their cruelest, most sinister magic yet. Together as one, these peoples stole from Ender what made their eyes green, and hid it in the Nether. The Nether, a world of fire, gave fiery Form to the essence of Line, and what humans would some day call the Blazes were born. Stripped of their mortality, Ender became a tiny bit less Form, and from then until the end of all would have the gift of teleportation. These peoples then went into the Nether and slayed many Blazes, then smashed their bones and stole the powder of their essence. These peoples slew many Ender, and took their Pearls. Then, on the benches of creation these peoples created, the fiery powder was sprinkled over the Pearls, and they became Eyes of Ender. Twelve of them were made.

Twelve End Gate Stones, twelve Eyes of Ender. Each Gate Stone filled with an Eye, and the End Portal was opened for the first time. In a flash, Ender was stolen from the Overworld. These peoples rejoiced, and plucked several Eyes to disable the Portal. They did not realize many Ender were carrying blocks and built an island. They did not realize that Ender could take blocks of End itself, either, and build a permanent home. And lastly, they did not realize that Ender could cross through the Void and out of shadows and thus back into the Overworld.

These peoples met their downfall at their hubris. They reacted to the quick return of Ender with irritation, and Ender reacted to the banishment from their Home with Rage. The mere act of looking at Ender brought these peoples to their death. Caught in their hubris, their sureness that they were absolute, they never thought to consider that they would have to avoid looking. They never dared consider anything being not for them to do. They died, as a result.

Ender has no hatred for humans. Ender, in fact, admires humans for their immense creativity. However much they care for humans, though, a Stare is a crime beyond forgiveness. Although Ender has long since forgotten why, the Rage remains. Humans do not mind, for the most part. Humans, for the most part, Respect the Men of The End.

And The End thanks them.

submitted by mynameiskodak

[HOly crap this is beautiful, thank you so much for sharing this with me, and for being inspired by asktheendermen and aaaaaaah!!! On a related note, I will be updating the enderblog before the end of the week! I’ve had a long rest, but I think it would be good to clear the askbox and continue with a fresh start. I’m also thinking about opening submissions for things like this, and fan theories, fanart, etc.]

#asktheendermen #endermen #minecraft #mynameiskodak #enderman #submission #i got misty eyed at this shut up