The Only Two Braincells On That Whole Mountain

I bet you wish you were in a red barn being fed oats. Horse.

No matter what a post on tumblr tries to tell you, your moral and ethical stances will never be determined by what you reblog and what you scroll past. Don’t let manipulation tactics force you into doing anything you don’t want to do.

rare vent art from a few months ago

a drawing tablet is too much power for me, anyways heres some really old minecraft block people ocs

the bottom of the museum of human history

A goal to some, a curse to others

So a main theme of Minecraft fanon is that the universe loves you

Consider, what if it's also really clueless about us players?

Think less "benevolent force of nature", more "benevolent eldritch squid of creation". Physics doesn't work quite right, the overworld is a block lasagna hovering over infinite void on a bedrock plate, the fact that there's like, 5 and a half tree species, ect are just what the universe gleaned from our knowledge. "Oh you have this...gray-brown thing, with green on top, okay I cna make that!" And so we have grass. Not quite life like, but identifiably grass.

This also explains why the world have more and more features over time; the universe didn't know anything, but it knows some things now. It learned. It is still learning.

We can take this further. What if the unexplainable things that have no real world basis are just. The universe's version of giving random stuff to your pet just to see what it would do. Enrichments. Sure, creepers and phantoms and wardens can hurt us but like, it would be so boring otherwise (okay we bitched about phantoms a lot, and tbf we got an off switch for them).

It's simultaneously so human and alien that something that can barely understand you, one that weilds unimaginable power, wants to see ypu loved.

Also known as Real Life, or “where do players come from?”

I get laid tomorrowwwwww