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Piglins offer things of use in exchange for gold. They give you boots enchanted to allow easy passage over the land of souls that they avoid. They give you iron, gravel, fire charges, and obsidian, a quiet but clear message (just in case you need to go home). They give leather, arrows, string, basic supplies to keep you going. They give the same blackstone they've built their homes from (in case you might want to build a home here too).

Piglin know how to brew potions. They have bottles of water and fire resistance potions and they'll offer both to strangers that pay. They grow nether wart in the ruins of their homes. There is no natural nether wart to be found in the nether. Only what the piglins grow, and what can be found in the gardens of Fortress. It is the base of all potions, one of two essentials that must be farmed.

The other essential is blaze powder. Piglins must have some, they make potions after all, but they have no farms for it. Not anymore.

But there are fortresses. Fortresses built around blaze spawners. Fortresses with gardens of nether wart. Fortresses that were built and than abandoned. Chests with scraps of supplies left behind.

These fortresses are made of bricks. Netherrack bricks blocks, holding strong after all these years. These bricks aren't found naturally in the nether outside of fortresses. You can craft them yourself, or you can get them from one other source.

Piglins will offer you netherrack bricks. They have them. You won't find it in their bastions. But they will offer them all the same. They still remember how to make them. Maybe they used to build with them, once, a long time ago.

Piglins will wander into fortresses, but they do not call them home. Wither Skeletons do. Wither skeletons infest the fortresses, roaming around as if this is their home.

Piglins will hunt hoglins in groups, but there's no inherent hostility. Their children play together regardless of their parents quarrels. Hoglins are food, but not an enemy. Wither skeletons are not food. Yet Piglins are hostile to wither skeletons without provocation. A wither skeleton is known to be dangerous, is known to be a threat. A pest infesting a stolen home.

When offered gold, Piglins will give you many items. Things to keep you going, to help you get home, to help you stay where you are. But in that list, they will also offer netherrack bricks and ender pearls. Oddities in the lineup. Both have their uses, but both also send a message (if you want to go where they did, here's a hint, a helping hand. perhaps in hopes you will find something there they could not, or perhaps in hope you will manage to come back safely. whose to say).

au where they never make it home, somehow they're happier

They're just chilling

their band name is a pun probably

chopped up img under cut

still can’t draw instruments 👍

👒 Lavender's Blue Cafe~ ☕

If you wish to come in and perhaps had a thought of staying (or following the road leading to a village) , you may have the tour here.

3/3

My favourite bit; vvv

The bookshelf bedroom~ 📚

Minecraft cherry petals we gotta love them

Anyways it looks like shit on purpose oddly enough, I wanted that scuffed as hell look

May I offer a nice Minecraft bee in this trying time

Here have a Minecraft bee

Laurance’s Choice

Chapter 3: The Note

Everything since that night was a blur. She remembered Dante and Levin practically having to carry her home. She remembered their hushed conversation behind the door, the breaks in their voices. She remembered them saying ‘How they should have seen it coming.’ She remembered fainting from stress and jolting awake in the middle of the night due to nightmares.

Everytime she closed her eyes, all she could see was him. Laurance. Her closest friend and maybe more. She couldn’t believe he was gone. Really gone. His sword was all that survived the explosion. His sword and… Garroth. He was home, safe. And for that she was grateful. But she cursed Laurance for doing this. She meant to sacrifice herself, but he beat her to it. Maybe he knew of her plans.

For days, Aphmau shut herself in, barely eating, barely sleeping, hardly moving, hardly even breathing. Her eyes burned and her head ached from crying for days on end. But now she could cry no more. Aphmau cursed herself for allowing her friends and family to see her so weak but she couldn’t help it. Laurance.. He was gone. And he wouldn’t be coming back this time. Selfishly, Aphmau wished for his immortality. She knew what that would mean, but she didn’t care. If it meant he’d be able to come home and sit safely in her arms she didn’t care.

Katelyn had come by to drop off some tea and talk. She thought it might help, but if anything Aphmau thought it made it worse. Laurance would know how to comfort her.. But he’s gone.

After a week and a half, Aphmau grew restless. She wandered weakly down the stairs of her home, into the room where Laurance stayed when he first came to Phoenix Drop. The bed was still there, though dusty and dingy now. She stepped to the window where he’d sat when his vision was taken from him. She closed her eyes and felt the cool air that came from it. ‘Huh. Laurance was right.’ She stayed there for a while, watching the birds outside, when a soft knock rapped on the door. So soft that she could hardly hear it.

She climbed the stairs and open the door to find a tired looking Garroth. She hadn’t seen him since that night. She couldn’t really blame him but.. She missed him. A lot. “M’lady..” He started “How.. How have you been.?” His voice shook. He wasn’t ready for this, she could tell. “Ok.” Her voice was hoarse, she hadn’t had much to drink and was most likely dehydrated. “The um.. The memorial was nice.. There’s a stone near his wyvern’s grave…” Oh Irene was going horribly. Aphmau nodded, keeping her eyes trained on the floor. “Look um.. Lor- Aphmau.. I uhm I-“ “I’ve missed you.” She interrupted. “Yeah… I’ve missed you as well.” They stood there for a moment, silent and tense, before Garroth turned and left back through the door. “Good night, Aphmau.” He said before softly shutting the door and trudging back down the hill.

Aphmau turned and sat on her makeshift bed. “I… I should do something.” She thought aloud. Then she remembered her diary, “I should write.. But I just..” As she lifted the book a slip of paper fell out from its pages. Aphmau furrowed her brows and tilted her head, confused. She lifted the paper and slowly unfolded it. It was a letter..

“Aphmau, M’lady.. I am so sorry for what I am about to do. I know of your plan to sacrifice yourself for Garroth should no other option make itself known and I cannot allow that. Not as your guard nor as your friend. And I know that he would be unable to forgive himself. It’s better this way, trust me. This way Garroth will be home and I will no longer be a threat to you. I have not told you of this, but the Nether. It calls to me. I fear should I stay here with you that I may lose control again and hurt you. I cannot allow myself to do that. I’m sorry if this hurts you, though selfishly part of me hopes it does. Merely so I might know that you truly did care for me. Know that though I am scared, I am ready. Please, be with Garroth. I know how you feel about him and he about you. You can tell him he won you fair and square haha! But now I fear I must take my leave. I love you Aphmau. So much. But please, don’t mourn for me. I should’ve died long ago.

~Laurance”

Aphmau held a trembling hand to her mouth as the hot tears fell to the ground. And just as she was beginning to think she could cry no more.

After a while of sitting and crying, Aphmau found the courage to get up. She found a change of clothes and ate some of the bread Nana had left for her. She was about to head out the door when Garroth found himself knocking on it. “Good morning Garroth.” She answered, a sad half smile worn on her face. “Good morning M’lady. Are you feeling any better?” “..I am.” She replied shakily. “I’m glad,” Garroth now wore the same sad smile as Aphmau, “care to take a walk?” “I’d love to.” She closed the door behind herself and together they headed down the hill. Laurance wouldn’t want them to linger or dwell on this. And so, she’d pull herself together a million times again and again if she had to. She’d be stronger. For him.

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no I didn’t spend 5+ hours playing in my new Minecraft survival world what are you talking about?

warrior nun minecraft au but it’s just an excuse to write about lilith and her giant spider army

yeah so im gonna rewatch the entirety of dapg rn

Minecraft tropical town street

If I remembered to post more y’all would see me brainrotting MCD and MS so much like I just constantly think abt them and the characters that had so much potential

The way I’ve thought abt Laurance and Katelyn you guys. All the time.