#magma cream

[banicraft]

Potion Ingredients

[silly-billy-skilly]

small cream unicorn doodle I thought was cute 🩷 they make me happy

[a-random-boo]

Okay new fankid go

DONT ASK ME WHY I DECIDED ON A KIT X CREAM KID OF ALL THINGS, SHE JUST EXISTED AND BECAME APART OF THE STORY

[diamonddragon2003]

Bro tripped....

The weather is so hot that I was a rock that made him tripped. I'm not allowed to have ice cream, so doesn't he. >:3

Made in Magma! All my friends are praising me! <3

[kohni]

Had some fun with a magma board I did with some friends.

Second image is the stuff I personally worked on

Also trying out a new style because the canvas was quite big for my pixel art and a bit inconsistent when working with individual pixels.

[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

[bingo75]

collaboration with @gyroidroves

[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