#minecraft hcs

[clown-paradise]

Don't go napping in random caves or someone might come study you up close! Herobrine is just a curious guy, that's all. :3 Also this being one of the rare chances he gets to see Jester THIS close?? C'mon, of course he's gonna take full advantage of that opportunity !!

[kiwi-soda]

enderman headcanon: an aggravated Enderman's cry can - whether intentionally or not is unknown - produce multiple side effects, such as nightmares for a day or two afterward, an immense feeling of fear, shivering, and auditory hallucinations. This is why you sometimes hear an Enderman's cry ring out even after you've killed it.

As a result of this, people who kill many Endermen in Enderman farms will feel ill and may need to take frequent breaks or medication for it to avoid their mental state deteriorating.

[b-yg0ld]

okok i have hcs (are they inspired from @teachiisan ? MAYBE SHH)

steve tripets

-older version steve is the innocent slightly dumb older brother of the three

-herobrine is the chaotic middle child

-the newer versions steve is the youngest and the most absolutely tired and done with the world and his brothers bullshit

youngest steve absolutely loves his two brothers but will not admit it as if it'd kill him

youngest constantly dragging older from trying to poke a goat and die

middle casually drinking stuff HE REALLY SHOULDN'T BE

oldest is absolutely terrified of the new mobs (aka the agro ones)

BUT absolutely LOVES the glow squid

oldest steve is dating alex

youngest constantly rolling eyes at the two

middle is just constantly teasin and poking at them till oldest is cherry red and alex is vvv pink

(Alex is definitely harder to embaress than older steve is)

also Herobrine is aroace and you cannot tell me otherwise

it took a bit longer for youngest to understand and oldest was like "huh, ok!" and kinda just forgot

youngest is bi but doesn't understand that not everyone is bi its choas

oldest steve is definitely straight as a rod for alex

alex is kinda just "eh *shrug*" thats all you'll get outta her

alex has pulled all three out of many near death scenarios while playing hardcore

also alex and middle have an ongoing prank war and neither youngest or oldest know when it started

basically the chaotic steve siblings trio and alex

[urfavhasaspd]

Herobrine from Minecraft has ASPD

[shadowsandstarlight]

Ender Folklore

Or: How Endermen Came To Be

Long ago, when the world was new, long before the Players and long before the Gods, there were the Folk. The Folk lived at peace with the world, doing magic and building glorious structures, creating impenetrable strongholds and portals to other realms. There were other beings, but none so advanced. The Folk knew the world top to bottom, from the void below the bedrock to the high place where no more blocks could go lest they simply vanish. They were peaceful and kind and fair, with no interest beyond continued advancement. Most notable was their magic, powerful and diverse. Healing and harming, flame and ice, the Folk worked the magic of every last bit of the world with their skilled hands.

One day, strange things began to happen. A new disease began to sweep the land, infectious and deadly. At first they held it off, magic keeping it at bay. Bit by bit though, it became resistant, and deadlier still. Catching this Plague was a death sentence, and with the speed it spread things looked hopeless. A Council of the most powerful mages among the Folk formed, and cast great spells in hope of stopping the disease. There were three great spells that lasted: The first was the weakest, and cursed large swaths of land to be barren save for huge spikes of ice, frozen forevermore. Then came the Reviving, which raised the dead into a new form: That of zombies and skeletons and other warped monsters, fragments of what they once were. Finally the Council tried to erase their mistake, these monsters that were what became of those infected by the Plague. Instead they erased all else, casting the world to bare plains. The dark still came and the monsters rose, and the Folk, defeated, fled.

In their desperation they ran to their strongholds, going through portals to uncharted territory where they hid. At first, they went back and forth frequently, making regular runs to the Overworld and Nether for supplies, but the longer they spent the less they wanted to leave. Their bodies changed too, became longer and more slender, adapting to the timeless End. Some were disgusted by what the End made of them, and had no desire to wait and see how it ended. Others embraced the End’s safe haven, and all that came with it. They loved these new forms, delicate but strong, and did not want to return to the Overworld’s dangers. And so the Folk split, some remaining in the End.

These Ender Folk lived much as they did in the Overworld, at peace with the land and the Void below. They built cities too small for them, and gave them to the Shulkers who lived there before in exchange for caring for great treasures. They built devices that could grant the ability to fly, created warm glowing rods to light the End’s sunless dark, built bricks and pillars and ships that flew through the air. Untouched by time and unmarred by death they lived on until they grew bored, and so the Enderfolk wandered the wastes forevermore.

The Returned Folk sealed the portals up behind them, and set out in search of a home. The Plague had grown worse than ever before, and now even the potions that had once harmed healed the undead creatures. A few too cowardly to face the surface stayed behind in the caves, building mineshafts as they went along and cities in the Deep. They went too to the deep waters of the oceans, and built monuments there, but as the transformation set in motion by too much time in the End took them the water became unbearable to touch. Those who’d gone on to the surface found nothing there for them, but they had no place else to go. And so the Folk walked. Centuries slipped by like sand in a timer but still they wandered on, fleeing monsters of their own creation. After many long years they stumbled across a place too distant for the Plague to touch, too uninhabited. They called it the Farlands, and some chose it as home. A few found this fate too terrible to bear, living in a shattered semblance of their beloved home, and they left to the harsh expanses of the Nether. The Nether dwellers built fortresses and bastions as tribute to their once-beautiful strongholds, but couldn’t handle it and relegated themselves to a warped sort of forest where no other life could be found.

So the Folk had their factions, and their places to spend their long years. Slowly the worst of the Plague subsided, and the cave dwellers emerged to live on the surface normally again. They made villages and currency, a meek semblance of what they once had, but day by day the End’s influence melted away under the sun and they became Folk again. These were the villagers, and the wandering traders bearing exotic goods, and the pillagers who attacked them, and they soon began to forget about all the business with the End. They had a little magic for books and armour, but no need for more. And the villagers had their homes.

One day a ringing sounded through the world. A new arrival. The Gods, Jeb and the Terrible One and Agnes and Herobrine, who began shaping the world. Another ring, years later, signalled the appear of the Players. Day by day and year by year, the Gods peeled away the ancient curses laid by the Council of Folk, and the world grew alive again. From there, dear Player, I believe you know the rest.

[clems-grove]

Minecraft hc- Bees are just that fuckin big. That’s it. They’re half the size of an average human and no one bats an eye.

[epitheterasedgen]

Not to say ‘Percy and Howie are right there’, but Percy and Howie are right there. You cannot convince me those two couldn’t be riled into building wars that last longer than they should.

A VERY good point. But see, here’s the thing: Minecraft is a video game. Percy, while an expert at her epithet, has very little knowledge of these new-fangled electronics, and Howie would have to be tricked into playing a video game because he’d see it as the OPPOSITE of work.

Should either of them get proficient at the game, their sheer architectural skills and (as you mentioned) rivalry might boost them past Sylvie’s years of practice and expertise. But in the meantime, Dr. Sylvester “Homeschooler” Ashling retains the title of Minecraft building champion.

[clown-paradise]

Experiencing grief as an immortal

Herobrine is immortal, so as the years go on and Jester eventually passes, Herobrine slowly begins to forget details about Jester. It drives him insane. What was Jester’s eye color? How did his voice sound? Forgetting details that he’d never imagine forgetting, yet he couldn’t remember details that he had loved about Jester. It broke him immensely. There were nights he couldn't fall asleep because he’d just spend hours trying to remember how Jester’s voice sounded or the way his hands felt on his own.

It takes a lot of time for Herobrine to move on, but he eventually does

Was looking thru my google docs and found this ghosting angst lore that i couldn't finish bc it hurt my soul too much (i cannot write or do angst bc of that reason LOL), so thats all u get