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[andorconway]

MIANITE DIRECTORY

What Is Mianite

Player Intro

S1 Stuff:

Season 1 Important Video Playlist

Accompanying Post To Playlist

S2 Stuff:

Season 2 Important Video Playlist

Accompanying Post To Playlist

Fandom Stuff

Fic

Amazing fic author (made the s2 lore post)

Another great fic author

Tumblr Posters

Made s2 lore post

Mental illness

Mia propaganda veteran

AMAZING artist (posts a lot of CaptainSparklez stuff, not just Mianite)

[ryeliths]

MCYTTOBER

Day 6: Legend

The Sky People

[theabsentmindedwander]

Since I keep seeing the discovery channel version of this I’d like to share the eight year old video of the old minecraft youtubers.

[ultra-mianite-revival]

Sparklez dealing with his two chaotic children

[butcherb1rd]

~The Battle for the Statues of Light~

A week late is better than nothing! Tom wanted to see art of the big battle that happened on June 8th and I thought I’d provide. First Mianite fan art since 2016 and I’ve improved a lot. The background is a bit shoddy but that’s just because I can’t do backgrounds for shit

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[skysdeluluantics]

Call me dumb, but it took me watching season 1, season 2, and season -1 to realize

Mianites main color scheme/color association? Blue

Dianite’s main color association? Red

Ianite’s? P U R P L E

Red and blue mixed together is purple

And awfully enough, Hannah Montana’s best of both worlds is now playing in my head

[discoverytwo-archive]

10 with Jordan and Tom? :)

Tom paused, letting Jordan go first through the door. Tom could sense Jordan’s unease - the captain had never liked the Darkness’ prison, and for good reason. Tom didn’t particularly enjoy being there either, but it seemed to affect Jordan more than him.

“It’ll be alright, mate,” Tom assured his friend, placing a hand on Jordan’s shoulder. It was just the two of them - Karl was away doing something with Mianite and Declan had sent them on alone. “Look, would you rather be here doing something useful or watching Karlyle and Mianite stare at each other for hours?”

Jordan laughed at that. “I know what I said earlier, but is it too late to take it back?” he retorted lightheartedly.

“Yes,” Tom answered. “Now light up that torch and let’s get going. I’ll be right behind you, Sparklypants.” Tom grinned and pushed up the brim of his hat. Jordan would keep him safe. They’d done this sort of thing thousands of times before, in more than one world. The zombie and the captain. Chaos and balance. The partnership that not even the gods could have predicted.

Jordan shot him a small smile over his shoulder and struck a match against the torch, setting the end aflame instantly. Then the captain gulped and stepped over the threshold onto smooth tiles made of blackstone and obsidian. Soulfire lanterns dotted the walls, but it was still nicer to have their own source of light. Tom knew that he was supposed to like soulfire, being Dianite’s champion and all, but he could never get used to its blue glow. Perhaps he would, in time, but it was too new for him to enjoy it yet. Especially in such a place as the mirror realm.

The torchlight burned through the darkness to reveal side corridors, drawing Tom’s attention away from the passage ahead. He glanced back at Jordan, who seemed intensely focused on continuing straight. Tom pursed his lips. He swore that was a chest he could see in the shadows. They’d found treasure in here before... if he dashed off for a second, what was the worst that could happen? Tom knew what he’d promised, but it would only be a moment. The lure of thieving from the Darkness was too much for his pirate heart to resist.

As quiet as a mouse, Tom tiptoed away from Jordan and towards the side hall. He wrapped his coat around himself as he started to shiver, but remained intent on his goal. Open the chest and run back. No harm, no foul.

Then a hand grabbed the collar of his coat, pulled him back, and he felt the sharp tip of a sword press against his spine. The breath escaped Tom’s lungs and a very human rush of desire for self-preservation splintered through his mind.

“Good evening, boys,” a woman’s voice drawled from just behind Tom’s head. Her words were like a snake’s hiss in his ear. “Snooping around my master’s fortress for something to steal, are we?” Gandus dragged him around to face Jordan and Tom felt very, very stupid.

“Tom.” Jordan’s eyes were wide and slightly fearful in a way that Tom had never seen them before. “You said that you would stay with me.” His expression hardened into one that was more familiar - anger.

“Isn’t this touching?” Gandus commented sarcastically, and Tom could hear the eye-roll that went along with it. “I’m sure you already know my deal, Captain.” She took a step back, dragging Tom with her. “You might be thinking that if you refuse, I’ll kill him, and he’ll just respawn.” Jordan’s solemn silence spoke for itself. “So I won’t kill him. I’ll hand him over to the Darkness instead. Won’t that be fun, Zombie Boy?”

Tom bit down on his tongue in a desperate attempt to keep his composure. He knew what he should say, but fuck if it wasn’t difficult. “Don’t do it,” he managed to choke out, every nerve alight with a desperate urge to run. “I’ll be okay.” Tom was awfully good at lying. “Don’t make the deal, Jordan.”

Jordan’s eyes snapped back to Tom’s face. Everything they’d been through, and they were being beaten by a wizard-turned-Darkness-agent with a god complex. “I have to,” Jordan replied slowly.

“No.” Tom stumbled over his words as he forced them from his mouth. “No, you don’t. Take the water stone... tell Dianite what happened... and use all four to kill that son of a bitch, you hear me?” He hoped that was enough to rebind the stone to Jordan. There wasn’t much else he could do.

“While this is incredibly entertaining and all,” Gandus interrupted, “I would like an answer. The stones or your boyfriend, Captain?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Jordan retorted. There was a pause, then... “Take him.” Jordan’s expression was momentarily pleading as if he were begging Tom to understand what he was doing. “He’s not much use for anything anyway.”

Tom’s eyes burned. “Jordan?” he breathed, his tone one of disbelief. “Jordan, I know I said- but- do you really-”

“There’s no point in trying to use him for anything,” Jordan continued. “He’s a zombie, too - he’ll probably fall apart before you can get any information out of him. You’re better off sticking him in a cell somewhere.” Jordan paused. “I’ve wanted him out of my hair for a while. I should be thanking you, really.”

Gandus laughed. “Well, this is fun. And here I thought I could exploit your attachment to each other to get the stones.” Gandus shook her head dismissively. “I’ll make sure he hates you just as much as you hate him when we’re done with him.” She hooked her fingers into the collar of Tom’s coat and Tom felt a familiar rush that he knew preceded a teleport. “Goodbye, Captain!”

The last thing Tom saw before everything vanished was Jordan’s expression of pure hopelessness.

[lord-hermod]

any mianitian islander can’t cook… all they know is flame sword, betray they friends, beyblade, be shady, make enderman farm & lie