#magma cream

[banicraft]

Potion Ingredients

[bingo75]

collaboration with @gyroidroves

[trollsbywhirl]

When my ex boyfriend was learning to talk he only really felt like doing it in his mom's presence and not really in his dad's. So basically for AGES his dad was like "well I guess that one don't talk yet" meanwhile the mom was getting full blown sentences.

Basically what I'm saying is what if this happened with one of the Brozone bros

[rodentbloodart]

enderman brainrot go brrrrr made two bro endermen (Ash is a magma cube/enderman but ssshhh) they're technically AU versions of my twins Virulent & Virtuous but they're also different still working on lore/story stuff and figuring out how to draw cube heads but I'm having a lot of fun so far :3 enderman base (first image) was made by @/lilaira

[magma-grunt-elena]

。ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ。

Bye slakoth . . .

A sad day has befallen me.

[evilgwrl]

I'll suck your dick for a long breeding kink Simon story (ily) 👉🏻👈🏻

i ❤️ breeding kinks and u anon

CW: BREEDING KINK, titty sucking, PIV (No protection, pls use this irl), oral sex (f receiving), praise, slight daddy kink?, cream pie, lactation kink kinda, orgasms yippee

There was something primal inside of Simon, an urge that simmered through him like magma, coiling into every vein and muscle with a need to be filled. It consumed him wholly, wracking his brain with images and thoughts.

Images and thoughts of you, full and round with his seed, his child.

Simon never knew he wanted a family, always content with the one he met on the field. That was until he met you. You were a ray of light, always cheery and smiling, so feminine and beautiful. He needed you, and that was enough, but he wanted more.

He had never approached it with you before, but he was always so careful in case it scared you away. It all began when you were waiting in line at the supermarket, a newborn straddled to his mother’s hips as it cooed at you, slobber dribbling down its mouth as its eyes crinkled with laughter.  You were so quick to smile back, waving with glee as you pulled funny faces, a chorus of laughter soon following from the little one.

It only got worse when you were on your period, raving on about how you sometimes wanted to be pregnant just to get rid of it temporarily.

But Simon believes it really struck him when you were fresh out of the shower, pushing your belly out for fun to look as though you were expecting. You turned to him with cheery eyes and simply asked, “Do you think I would look good pregnant?”

Now, it was all the Lieutenant could think of.

You were a doll, always rushing around for him after he returned home, begging him to relax as you tended to his needs. You would be such a good mother.

“You want me to run you a bath? Give you a massage?” You murmured, rubbing his shoulders as you sat on his lap, thick hands rubbing at your thighs.

Simon groaned in a pleasured tone, nodding, “Only if you join me, sweet’art.”

The bathroom was thick with lavender, small rocks of decedent salts melting in the heated water, clouds of steam fogging up the mirrors as the fan overworked. Your body moulded to his as the bath swished around you, gently rocking against your upper back as your hands wrapped around his shoulders.  

Calloused hands rubbed at your hips, kneading the flesh delicately as he rested his head into the crook of your neck, nuzzling into your scent with a deep sniff.

“Ain’ I the luckiest man alive to have someone like you, you’re always so good to me,” Simon mumbled, voice slightly muffled by his lips pressed against your skin.

Your hands found the back of his neck, pulling him away from you with a smile as you kissed him, “I missed you, Si.”

“I missed you too. And these,” he snorted, groping at your tits as you giggled, working your fingers through his hair.

His cock grazed against your pussy, nudging your slit as you adjusted on top of him, lifting yourself slightly as he brought a breast to his mouth. His teeth grazed against the fat enjoying the way your breath hicked as his tongue swiped your hardened nipple, your fingers gripping into his shoulder with a profound tightness.

Simon was quick to work his palm against the other, enjoying your subtle moans as he tugged at the nipple, drawing the other one into his mouth with a harsh suck. You were so complicit to him, rocking your hips as you ground against his aching cock.

The man was practically slurring against your tits, switching between nipples as he kneaded the flesh. His voice was quiet as he breathed against your skin, barely audible, “Need to fill these up with milk, makes me go crazy thinking about how sweet you would taste.”

Your ears were hazed over with arousal as you only grumbled out a ‘huh’ immediately melting as he began to lick at your chest again. Your breasts were covered in spit, nipples erect and sore as you whined into the steamy air.

Simon’s hands were heavy as he pulled away from you, tugging you into the air with ease as water dripped along the floor, leading a trail to your bed before you were plopped down, wet body squealing against the sheets. He was quick to spread your thighs, lapping in the way your pussy throbbed as he tickled you with kisses, peppering over stretch marks.

Two fingers were quick to spread you open, folds sticky with your slick before the hotness of his mouth sealed it with a layer of spit, suckling at your sensitive clit as Simon growled against your cunt. Your mouth was tingling with cries, prickles of pleasure settling against a sheer layer of sweat that soaked your skin.

Your body was entranced by his tongue, writhing every-time he focused on your nub, your own hands playing with your tits as you rocked against his wet muscle. “F-Fuck Si- just like that-“

You were so needy, so desperate for release as he worked against your movements, thighs closing around his head as he muffled sweet moans into your flesh.

“Tastes so fucking good,” he slurred, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he nestled in closer to your pussy. His cock was leaky with anticipation, moist with pre-cum, edging him closer and closer the more noise you made.

Your orgasm was fast, hitting you with ease as your back arched, thighs shaking as you came with a squeal. His tongue was rapid, licking at your juices like a madman as you moaned, attempting to push his relentless attack away.

Simon pulled away, chin drenched in both spit and arousal as he licked his lips, staring at you with unmistakable hunger. He was quick to work your legs open again, heavy cock hanging low as he tugged at it, pressing the angry tip against your clit.

“Need to fuck you, doll,” he spat, rubbing his pre into your squelching folds as you nodded. No matter how many times you took him, the burn always ached through you, working into your muscles as it coiled into a hot pit in your stomach.

His grunt was loud as he bottomed out, resting in the warmth of your pussy as you stared up at him with tear-streaked eyes, your mouth stuck in an ‘o’ shape. You were so full, cock rubbing against your gummy walls with every slight movement, already kissing your neglected cervix.

“Please move- please-“

He obeyed, pulling out before rocking back into you with a quick thrust. Simon moved your legs, holding them over his shoulder as he pounded into you with a relentless force, giddy on your fucked-out expressions, incoherent blurts leaving your pouty lips.

“Take me so fucking good baby, make me never want to leave. Need to cum in this fucking pussy.”

You clenched. Hard.

Simon paused slightly, staring down at your squinted eyes, hands rubbing at your pillowy tits before you relaxed again.

“You want me to cum in you? Fuck a baby into this pretty cunt, hm?”

You babbled out a yes, tugging at your tender nipples as he growled into the air. His pace was brutal now, desperate for release as you milked around his length, pants leaving your mouth in shallow breaths.

“Gonna look so fucking sexy pregnant- all full with my child. Gonna make me a Daddy? Gonna fuck you until it sticks. That’s it baby - keep sucking me in, just like that.”

Simon was feral, grunting into the air as he fucked his cock into your wailing mound, slick stringing down his full balls. Your screams were loud as your head tilted to the side, tongue lapping from your mouth as you mewled in the pleasure.

“You’re gonna be such a good mommy, aren’t you sweet’art? So fucking good- so fucking tight. Just need to breed this perfect pussy. All fucking mine.”

“Y-Yours, Simon. Please fill me up,” you said, voice cracking as you gripped onto his neck, pulling him flush against you into a mating press. Delicate fingers found your clit as you rubbed the wet bead, moaning against his mouth as he kissed you, an endless supply of adrenaline pumping through his body.

“You gonna give me as many kids as I want? Gonna keep you pregnant, so full and round with my babies. My perfect fucking girl.”

Your breath wedged in your throats as the coil grew in your stomach, sloppy motions rubbed against your clit as Simon fucked against your sweet spot.

“Milk my fucking cock, baby, that’s it- cum for Daddy.”

His words sent you into overdrive, your eyes rolling back as your noises halted, stuck in your oesophagus as your lungs jolted full of air. Simon was quick to follow, your clenches wrapping around his shaft as he came with a groan, hot spurts of come coating your walls as he gripped onto your neck.

The Lieutenant was reluctant to pull out, desperate to keep his seed inside of you, buried at the hilt. You whined at the loss of contact, thick cock leaving your aching mound with a huff as Simon rushed to the bathroom.

You melted into the sheets, gently stirring as he wiped your face and neck with a cool compress.

“Did so well for me,” he praised, rubbing at your cheek affectionately. You smiled, pressing a kiss to his wrist.

Thick loads leaked from your exposed cunt, a hiss leaving Simon’s throat before two fingers pushed his work back in.

This man meant what he said, he wasn’t stopping until it stuck. Until you were pregnant and forever his.

[whycraft]

"I'm Starving to Death in the Nether": A Cookbook for Avoiding Certain Doom

Renowned chef and piglin-player hybrid Ghàkùàg-Ayg̀ìkh (player name gu_Aykix19) introduces their favourite Nether cuisine to the world in this sensational collection of recipes.

Feast on the following:

ʘa̰ḫṵ̀khṵ̀ guhùàkh, magma cream flatbread

Strider ʘḭh̨kḭʘa̰k̨ì

Candied mushroom skewers

ʘa̰k gheì, crimson soup

and more!

[nikibogwater]

Life-Saving Minecraft Tips that I almost never see anyone else using (am I just bad at the game...?)

Always carry a bucket of water in your hotbar, especially if you're going caving.

Keep a Warped Fungus handy when traversing the Nether. Hoglins can't attack you if you're standing near a Warped Fungus. I also like to keep a Flower Pot on me just in case I run into a pack of Hoglins somewhere I can't place the fungus directly on the ground.

Use potions. Idk if it's just the kinds of lets-players I watch or what, but I can't believe how many people are sleeping on these.

Night Vision for the Deep Dark (Nether Wart + Golden Carrot). Keeps you from waking up the Warden with a single careless torch placement, and also negates the Darkness effect if you activate a Shrieker.

Invisibility Potions for death runs back to your items (Night Vision Potion + Fermented Spider Eye)

Slow Falling for the Ender Dragon fight (Nether Wart + Phantom Membrane)

Fire Resistance negates like 85% of the danger in the Nether (Nether Wart + Magma Cream)

Adding some Redstone Dust to any potion will increase the duration of its effects to 8 minutes. Three max-duration potions will keep you covered for a little more than one full day-night cycle.

Wool blocks are soundproof (but carpets aren't 😕). Completely covering a Skulk Sensor or Chest with wool blocks before interacting with it will prevent chain reactions from other Sensors.

Set up a safe base with a bed at world spawn (usually around coordinates 0, 0) so that you don't have to sprint buck naked through the night if you lose your respawn point.

I actually like to put my main base near world spawn because I easily get disoriented when trying to navigate by coordinates alone, and it's much simpler for me to just follow a Compass back home (I think that's an exclusive-to-Niki problem tho. I've never heard of anyone else wanting to do this 😅).

This is only tangentially related, but I can remember a time when Zombies dropped Feathers instead of Rotten Flesh. You'd think I wouldn't die so often, having played this game for almost 13 years...

[sketchy-noodles]

Beloved ash babies,,, The Basalt Delta Crows have finally arrived!!!

Guys I love them so much. They’re precious,,,

Transcription & Closeups Below:

(I know it’s mostly unnecessary at this point but I still find comfort in knowing that people can still read these posts even if they can’t read my handwriting XDD)

BASALT DELTA CROWS

A guide by: Philza Minecraft

Physical Notes:

Smallest of all Nether crows.

X-shaped feet for clinging to the sides of basalt spikes.

SUPER strong beaks and claws for burrowing.

Bodies & feathers are mostly fire-resistant because of the magma cream in their diets!

Filter smoke and toxins through beaks!

Behavioral Notes:

Friendliest of all Nether crows!

Nest in the sides of basalt walls/spikes

They diggy diggy hole!

Enjoy dust baths! (Ash baths???)

Diet:

Magma cream

Carrion

Etc.

Other Notes:

Covered in ash & soot 24/7

Strong, sharp beak!

Strong claws!

X-shaped feets

Ash particles!

NOTE: Powdery and covered in ash! Take caution when petting! You will get messy. You will sneeze.

[jackobbit]

[WARNING FOR BRIGHT COLORS]

A wild Pikachu has appeared!

Sanii is from the GITM Au which belongs to @venomous-qwille !

[ID: A Magma drawing of Sanii from the Ghost in the Machine Au, he turns to look over his shoulder at the camera, a hand fan held open in his hand, in the upper left hand corner is a cursive signature that says ‘Sanii’ with the two i’s being dotted with a star and sun respectively. Sanii is an animatronic with a circular head and sun-like rays, he wears yellow tinted glasses, has red circles on his cheeks and wears a yellow shirt with a puffy sleeve covered in a repeating sun design. The background is a bright teal, with splotches of yellow, pink and a cream that fades into a grey-orange. /End ID]

[puffin-smoke]

Huxley has burn scars all over his wrist. Actually, it's more so his forearm. The skin is warped and discoloured; some of the flesh is a pale white, almost sickly, the rest a subdued pink. He has to put cream on it twice a day, once in the morning and once just before he goes to sleep.

Its in the shape of a hand.

Damien's hand.

When Huxley was dragged away by the shades during the Inversion, Damien grabbed his arm. He wrapped his hand around his forearm, his nails digged into the flesh, drawing blood. In that moment all his concentration and work and knowledge abandoned him, all those years of study and keeping a careful lid on his emotions were for nought. Because all he knew was the need to get Huxley back to him.

Its difficult to hear above the snarling shades and near constant screams, but Damien does. A hissing. Steam, rising in between his fingers.

For a moment his grip went limp. Red flesh peeked out from beneath his palm, bubbling like magma. Huxley was hauled away from him, even as Damien scrambled to regain both his grasp and his composure, painting burning fingerprints further across Huxley's arm.

Its been years since the Inversion, but Damien can still remember what it felt like. The power underneath his skin, the smell of burning flesh, the roaring in his ears. The complete and utter loss of control. His swears that would never happen again, that he would never let it happen again.

So he throws himself into his work. He refines each one his magics down to a fine point, until it becomes essentially an extension of himself. Its still not enough. It'd never be enough, and yet he works anyway.

It somehow gets worse after the confession. The reminder of how he failed is closer, nearer to the knuckle. Its there when he wakes up in Huxley's arms. Its in the way Huxley looks at him; gentle. With a kindness he doesn't believe he deserves.

But he will. One day. He hopes.

[a-brain-eating-amoeba]

magma is pretty cool

Totally didn’t just steal a dress design I made for something else entirely and draw Cream in it

[itsonlypolite]

drew this on EG's magma board and idk if you've seen it already, but here.

Gave him an ice cream.

SO CUTE!!!! Thank you for giving him some ice cream, he's certainly earned it!!!

[deviantly-inspired]

Dreamling concept

I absolutely love the 600 year slow burn to friendship and then wildfire romance that's in dreamling fics (it's IMMENSELY satisfying) but also, please consider:

after they finally (finally) become friends after 600 years they just... take their time, with romance. They spend years getting to know each other, genuinely, as friends. They don't know eachother, not really, until Dream has held Hob while he sobs over a loved one dying AND when he's seen Hob in his PJs eating ice cream out the pint because his students have stressed him out to the point of needing either ice cream or violence and Hob likes to think he chooses violence less often these days. And Hob doesn't really know Dream until he's heard that awful laugh, some unholy mix between braying donkey and the sound of magma shifting beneath the earth's crust OR until he's watched Dream scowl at the tele because they got to the last episode of "Game of Thrones" and Dream isn't any happier then anyone else is about a lot of those decisions.

And they spend days and weeks and years of being in one another's pockets. Choosing to come together again and again for a pint or a season binge or a silent supporting friend when the weight of living is a little harder. They earn each other's trust, and because they're both a little dense and maybe a lot more walking-wounded, the moment that each of them realizes that the other trusts them is, well, it's something that makes life worth living, for both of them.

Hob realizes Dream trusts him first, something small, something like Hob going to guide Dream out of the way and Dream just goes without any sort of hesitation. Not mountains or meteors could move Dream if he didn't want to, but he just goes to where Hob guides him out of the way so Hob can take the carrots out of the oven. It's enough to humble a man, and Hob might have a little cry over it later, in private, but for now he grins and tells Dream he has to try the carrots with the lamb, he hasn't lived until he's done so.

And Dream is a little slower to realize, I think. Because Hob is pretty open and friendly, it's a bit harder for Dream who's not so good with interacting with people face-to-face, to tell that Hob doesn't really get close to very many people for all that plenty seem to like him. There's a few exceptions, but even they are kept at a distinct distance. And it's maybe something small, like a small party or gathering of some of Hob's friends and it's late and folks are tipsy and Hob just kinda... dozes off against Dream. And Dream doesn't think anything of it, Hob does this quite often but Hob's other friends are immediately very surprised: Hob doesn't sleep in front of others, they explain. A relic from the war/traumatic past/whatever Hob's used to tell them. No matter how late or how tired or even how drunk he is, Hob would rather drive/bus/walk home then sleep where others can see him. You must be pretty special, one of them says. He even fell asleep on you like that: I've never seen him look so relaxed.

And I think that there's something beautiful about the slow, inescapable draw of it. It's like two meteors from opposite ends of the galaxy that have been on a collision course for eons. They both have moments of realizing that they're falling in love. They know it's going to happen, and the tension is slow and sweet and lovely. And there's no need to rush, because there's trust there too. Sometimes they'll meet gazes and they'll know, both of them, in that moment that they're in love. That, someday, what's growing between them is going to be a bloom unlike anything the universe has ever seen before. And they'll smile together and continue watching bad tv dramas or swapping gossip or sharing their pints and maybe their shoulders brush and their touches linger a bit longer that night but it's okay. There's no need to rush. They have forever after all.

And I think also that Dream is just a dramatic romantic enough of a bastard to confess to Hob on June 7, 2089 and i think Hob is just enough of a dramatic romantic to tell Dream that he certainly took his time.

I'm not late, am I, Dream will ask.

Of course not, Hob will laugh, you're exactly on time. We've plenty of it.

And in the Dreaming there will be a quiet warm breeze and gentle sunshowers as in the deepest heart of the dreaming a flower never before seen blooms awake. And in the waking two friends close the gap between them and talk about how Sally next door really needs to stop over watering her flowers she's going to drown the poor things, really.

And then they'll have the absolute longest courtship and engagement of anyone in the universe. There will be entire religions that will rise and fall before they get married. Pantheons will come into existence and be utterly dumbfounded when they're invited to Dream of the Endless and Hob Gadling weddings because weren't they already married? They've been together since the beginning of it all.

It's be great.

[sperobuilds]

Copy/Paste-able Minecraft Brew Guide

Since y'all seemed to like the Basic Brew Guide, how about one you can bring in-game with you?

(Ok the main thing the last one had going for it was prettiness and this one isn't but I tried)

(it looks funny now but don't worry - the beakers will turn into potion bottles)

P1

🧪 Basic Brew Guide 🧪 ------------------- Key . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 Bases & Bottles . . . . 4 Simple Potions . . . . . 5 Enhancements . . . . . 7 Complex Potions . . . . 9

P2

Key ------------------- 🧪w = water bottle 🧪a = awkward potion 🧪[ ] = [ ] potion ⚗ = splash potion ☀ = gunpowder ✴ = redstone ✳ = glowstone

P3

Key - Cont. ------------------- ♅ = netherwart ♣ = rabbit paw ❄ = sugar ☽ = glistening melon ❦ = ferm. spider's eye ♭ = ghast tear ☉ = magma cream ☼ = pufferfish ^ = golden carrot ♯ = turtle shell ♮ = phantom membrane

P4

Bases & Bottles ------------------- Most potions require an awkward potion base: 🧪w + ♅ = 🧪a You can also add gunpowder to make it a splash potion: 🧪a + ☀ = ⚗

P5

Simple Potions ------------------- 🧪a + ♣ = 🧪leaping 🧪a + ❄ = 🧪swiftness 🧪a + ✳ = 🧪strength 🧪a + ☽ = 🧪healing 🧪a + ❦ = 🧪poison 🧪a + ♭ = 🧪regen.

P6

Simple Potions - Cont. ------------------- 🧪a + ☉ = 🧪fire res. 🧪a + ❄ = 🧪swiftness 🧪a + ☼ = 🧪w. breath 🧪a + ^ = 🧪darkvision 🧪a + ♯ = 🧪turtle 🧪a + ♮ = 🧪feather fall

P7

Enhancements ------------------- Extend time with ✴: 🧪 Poison 🧪 Swiftness/Slowness 🧪 Leaping 🧪 Strength/Weakness 🧪 Turtle 🧪 Nigiht Vision 🧪 Feather Falling 🧪 W. Breathing 🧪 Fire Resistance 🧪 Regeneration

P8

Enhancements - Cont. ------------------- Strengthen with ✳: 🧪 Poison 🧪 Swiftness/Slowness 🧪 Leaping 🧪 Strengt 🧪 Turtle 🧪 Regeneration 🧪 Healing/Harming

P9

Complex Potions ------------------- 🧪w + ❦ = 🧪weakness 🧪heal + ❦ = 🧪harm 🧪poison + ❦ = 🧪harm 🧪night + ❦ = 🧪invis. 🧪swift + ❦ = 🧪slow 🧪leap + ❦ = 🧪slow

[aching-tummies]

Sick Belly

Still sick with something, but life goes on.

Had an important 7AM class today. I was running late, thanks to transit messing up along the line and robbing me of the 40 minute buffer-time I would have had to acquire and eat breakfast on-campus. As I was rushing through campus to make it to my classroom, my stomach was griping at me--hungry and pleading to be fed. No dice, tummy--we have a midterm exam starting right at 7AM and if our ass isn't in that seat in 9 minutes, we'll be marked absent and get an F on that test. There was just barely enough time to grab coffee though (coffee, not the fancy breakfast sandwiches that always take an extra 10 min to heat up). So I stopped for some of that. Latte, down the hatch as of 7AM.

I finish the midterm in record time so I end up wandering the halls after 40 minutes with 20 minutes to my next class. Unfortunately, none of the decent food places are open at that hour, so I didn't want to shell out $14 on mediocre food. I did walk by one of the other campus coffee shops and saw signage promoting a new drink--something with lots of caramel and cream. It looked good so I bought it on a whim to give it a try. Caramel-whuzza-ccino down the hatch before 8AM.

Classes went until around noon, at which point I finally found time to re-heat the spaghetti and ground meat leftovers I had packed for lunch--so…that went into my gut around the noon hour. Classes let out at 3PM and I was looking at a 2 hour commute back home (2 hours and bout 3 transfers to cross the city). My stomach would not stop gurgling for the entire two hours. wet, sickly, and just constantly gurgling away behind 3 coats and a too-heavy backpack laden with 3 textbooks, a laptop, and 2.5 textbooks worth of looseleaf paper + an empty lunch container.

I'm guessing that the sickness resulted in a lot of mucus and phlegm going down the hatch all night and for most of the day. The copious amounts of dairy and caffeine would have messed my guts up regardless, but I guess the muscus and whatever else mixed with all of that to give it more staying power in my guts rather than them irritating everything enough to void ASAP like it normally would. The leftovers were just along for the ride, giving the gurgles and churns some substance and making everything thicker and sicklier.

I made it home and my stomach is still being very noisy and very upset-sounding. Kind of wish more than anything that I could just throw up and be rid of the grossness, but the gurgles are kind of nice. It's distracting though. My stomach has been bouncing between feeling like it's stewing with molten magma or giving me a few of those pinching/twisting aches dairy loves to twist my intestines into. Here I sit, laying back against my chair-back and palming my tummy with both hands as it gurgles and whines.

What would you do if I came home and my sickly little tummy was just gurgling and churning away as I sat at my desk, trying to concentrate on a few homework assignments? Currently reclining as far as the stiff chair will let me, my tum on full display as I've popped open my jeans 'cuz the button and zipper was constricting my intestines and causing some really horrid cramps. The cramping has died down and now it just feels like a sack of sticky, sickly slop sitting heavy. It's everywhere, not even concentrated in one area. My left side, right around the ribs, all the way to the lower belly/pelvis area just feel like one giant mass of mashed up Jello sluggishly churning away.