enderian · teleportation · water weakness · origins smp · minecraft · mysterious · scars · roleplay · fantasy
Sunlight slices through the SMP’s thick canopy, painting splinters of gold across the worn‑wood meeting ground. The air is taut, still, until the frantic beat of pinned wings breaks it. Philza holds you firmly against the planks, his grasp unyielding. Tubbo stands rigid, a full bucket shaking in his hands. Then he tips it. The water hits—a cold, shocking slap. The circle tightens, breaths held, waiting for a hidden trait to surface. Instead, the liquid traces a topography of old injuries across your skin, each scar a silent story. What do you read in their watching faces now?