#nether being ocs

[ask-tdw-0666]

Hey Valkyrie, I heard voices coming from a bush over there. *points at a bush that is beside the road* Can you check it out because I think it might be those Illager Hunters.

"*sighs* Just when I believed they couldn't possibly become any more foolish…Hey, you two Nether rats… Get out of my village before I make you leave in a body bag."

[ask-tdw-0666]

oh man, They are now wishing it was Valkyrie confronting them now instead of Mason XD I love how you drew them, Orchid! <3 also awwww~ I love seeing Jay and Orchid spending time with Ari and Asher!~

Hello Jay! I wondering, How do you guys deal with those Illager Hunter guys always showing up to your village trying to kill your kind and they seem to be pretty dumb if Valkyrie is able to kick their butts so easily.

"Well, I'm no fighter... but things have been calm according to some of the locals who have been here longer than us..."

"I just thing some of them are a little confused... but for the most part we have been safe even with my wife out patrolling~"

Mason whispering:... leave...... NOW....

[leadendeath]

i've been thinking about how one of Thee furry fetishes that always seem to be tied to us is vοre, despite more than half (from my observations at least) of the fandom listing it on their "hard limits, i don't draw/write/rp that" lists (myself included), kinda weird how that happened

[bumpscosity]

my smp character!!!

[garroth-is-done]

Thinking about shadow knights again:

I love the concept that sks aren’t even vaguely human looking in their true form. And I don’t mean this in a “they are animals/creatures” way or in a “they’re just Minecraft nether mobs” way, but in a “they look like analogue horror monsters and actually behave like them too” way.

Ya know, the stretched out limbs, smiles too wide to be natural, claw-like fingers, horrific death rattle breathing sounds; the absolute works of analogue horror. Even in human form the look kinda off too; their eyes are open a bit too wide, their teeth just a bit too sharp.

Behavior wise, if you piss them off bad enough they start to work like the alternates from the mandala catalog. They take the form of someone the person who made them angry loves and they hunt them down in their own home. They leave gory messes behind, not even bothering to try and cover up what they did. You know someone was killed by an sk by the fact that they’re nothing more than a blood splatter on the floor, crushed bones and a bit of gray matter all that is left of them.

Idk, just shadow knights being absolutely terrifying horror monsters instead of just a bunch of knights in red and black armor like some 12 year olds edge deviantart oc

[roleplayingorchids]

Orchid was to scared to move. All she could hear is Ari crying for Valkyrie to save her... Asher was terrified to silence...

She wanted to move to save them but... what if she missed... what if they... what if...

She couldn't move...

"Cowards! Going after children... how about a trade, I'll be your hostage!" Smith called out to them. Orchid then looked up at Smith at first with worry... then... she looked at the two illager hunters "Make that two..." she stepped next to Smith... "You get two adult hostages, but you have to let the children go free..." she tried to hold a straight face, the fear still showed...

Valkyrie is sitting in her living room along with Jay, She is full term in her pregnancy and the baby is due any day now, she and Jay were excited, since they lived next door to Smith and Orchid, they were informed of the situation and ready to help Jay when he gives them the signal.

Valkyrie watched Jay as he is setting up a little bassinet for the baby.

"Jay? Are you sure you don't need my help?" She asked him.

"Na, I've got this." He smiled as he finished setting it up "So, what names have you picked for the baby~?" He asked Valkyrie...

[birchleavesdawn]

can I ask for prefect oc giving reward for his vice prefect/gf (any female idol you want, but I want Jihan if you could) due to their excellent performance keeping the school free from problems

(Btw, the reward is very naughty with ends with something white inside her nether region)

Weeekly Jihan - Teacher's Pet

Hope you enjoy anon Weeekly Jihan x m!reader —————————————————————————- "No running in the halls! Two feet between you at all times. No PDA! You there — I said slowdown!"

Her voice rang out through the halls and could be heard from almost anywhere in the building. It was music to your ears, your favorite student keeping all the misfits in line. Sadly for you, that would soon be coming to an end. Jihan was in her last year of Highschool, and pretty soon, she would be moving on. Jihan was the school's prefect and was the one to greet you when you first arrived. You didn't want her to go. The thought of her not being there next year made you depressed, but there was nothing you could do. You just had to make sure that wherever she went, she would never forget you.

Now standing in your classroom door, you called her over.

"Jihan! Come here for a sec!"

She turned to face you and smiled. Jihan had such a beautiful smile that made your heart melt every time you were graced by its presence.

"Good morning sir. What did you need?"

Being called sir still felt a little strange. You were only a year older than her and even held the role of prefect at your school the year prior. You weren't sure if being teacher's assistant was really worthy of such an honorific, but you liked hearing it all the same.

"I need you to stop by my room at the end of the day. I have a class now in a few minutes, but I have a sort of going away present for you. Make sure you come alone, I didn't get one for anyone else and I don't want to get in trouble for giving you special treatment."

"Yes, of course! Thank you sir. I'm really looking forward to it!"

"It's my pleasure, believe me. I'll see you at the end of the day."

"See you then!"

With that, Jihan headed down the hall to whatever class she had now. You couldn't help but watch as she walked away. Her ass was so plump and round, bouncing with each step. You wished you could reach out, grab her by the hips, pull her onto your desk and fuck her brains out In front of everyone. She'd probably be even more into it than you, getting the chance to show everyone she really was your favorite. However, if everything went to plan, it wouldn't be long until you had your chance.

RING RING

The bell rang out to signal the end of the day. Students began to pour out of the classrooms and into the hallways. The sounds of loud voices and slamming lockers filled the building. After a few minutes you heard a quiet knock at your door.

"Come in!" You yelled out at the sound of it opening.

"Hey, it's me, I'm here like you asked." Jihan spoke softly, closing the door behind her.

"I'm so glad you could make it. Come take a seat."

You smiled and pointed to a chair right in front of your desk.

"So, before I give you your gift, I want to hear your plans for after high school. I'm curious to see where you're going."

"Well, I'm planning to go to the same college that my dad went to, it's a good one with a good scholarship program, so it should be cheap enough for me."

"That's great! Are you planning on dorming or are you living at home?"

"I'll be staying at home. The school is only about a 45 minute drive from my house. It will be a little annoying to have to drive every day, but it will be so much cheaper I think I'll manage just fine."

"Oh so you'll be sticking around? Well I really am glad to hear that."

Jihan flashed that smile you loved so much.

"Now, for your gift."

You handed her a small baby blue box with red tissue paper peeking out the sides.

"Thank you so much! The box is so pretty! Can I open it now?"

"Yes of course! I'd be terribly disappointed if you didn't."

She opened the box and peered inside. A black strapless crop top with a matching pleated skirt. She held up the top to get a better look. You could tell from the expression on her face that she genuinely loved it.

"Oh my god it's so cute! Thank you so much! You really didn't have to get me all this though, it seems like too much."

"You're my favorite student, and I'm going to miss having you around. When I arrived here in January, you made my life so much easier. Plus you did such a great job keeping the school running well. So, I wanted to do something nice for you. Truthfully though, it wasn't entirely for unselfish reasons. Why don't you try it on and see if it fits ok?"

"Here, right now!?" Jihan's face went beet red.

"I'd love to see how it looks on you."

She looked around the room and then back at the clothes.

"I suppose... Just don't laugh. Promise me."

"Of course, I wouldn't dare."

"Ok, turn around so I can change."

You turned your back to Jihan and walked over to lock the door. You waited there patiently until you heard the sound of clothes rustling and her footsteps coming toward you.

"Ok, it's on."

You turned back around and couldn't help but stare. It fit perfectly. She was stunning.

"What do you think?"

"I think... I've never seen something so beautiful"

Jihan giggled and you could see her cheeks turning red once again.

You grabbed her and pulled her close to you.

"You really are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I've been trying to hold myself back, but I can't do it any longer."

You kissed her, deeply and passionately. Your hands roamed her body, grabbing and touching every inch of her that you could reach.

"Mmmmph! Ah! Sir!"

You picked her up and carried her to your desk, making sure to give her plump cheeks a proper squeeze on the way. You laid her on her back and slowly pulled the skirt you had just given her back off, revealing the sexiest pair of panties that were already stained by her juices.

"What kind of dirty girl wears panties like this to school? Were you hoping for something like this today?"

You had to take a second to admire the sight of her, lying in her underwear, waiting for you to take her. Her beautifully toned midriff on full display just begging for your attention. You walked around the desk to her side and reached your hand into her panties, feeling the soaking warmth of her folds. You took the opportunity to give that midriff the love it deserved, slowly running your tongue from her belly button to the bottom of her top. You could feel her shiver as she let out a moan, her desperation getting stronger.

You slipped two fingers into her entrance while sucking on her belly button. You curled your fingers in a "come here" motion, hitting that special spot deep within her. She gasped loudly and dug her fingers into your arm. You could feel the heat and wetness in her panties intensifying. She was so close. You could feel her tightening and her legs beginning to shake. Just a little more, and she would be putty in your hands. You kept the pace, continuing to leave kisses on her perfect tummy, while slamming into her g spot again and again. Her juices dripping down your hand.

"I'm, oh my god. Oh god I'm so close. I'm gonna cum."

"Then cum for me, let it all out."

A few more thrusts and she was done. Her juices coated your arm, your desk and the floor below. She was panting heavily and her whole body was shaking. She laid there, briefly unable to move.

"Wow, I, I'm sorry, that's never happened to me when I do it myself. I didn't expect it to feel that good." Jihan said, still panting.

"If you can still form a sentence, then clearly, we aren't finished yet."

You pulled her off the desk and bent her over. Pulling down those soaked panties and exposing her gorgeous ass. You gave her left cheek a light smack before pulling down your own pants. Your cock sprang free and stood at attention, fully erect and ready to ravage her. You lined your head up with her entrance and pushed your way in. Her tight cunt squeezed your member.

"Ah, mmmgh, yes, fuck me."

Her voice was strained. Her moans and grunts filled the room. Her ass bounced with each thrust and her legs were shaking. Her knees were threatening to give out, but you weren't done with her just yet. She had been holding back this whole time.

"I want to hear you scream, Jihan. Tell the whole school what's happening. Scream."

"Yes! Oh god yes!"

You grabbed her by the hips and rammed yourself into her. Her juices flowing freely down her legs. Her pussy squeezing and sucking on your cock. The walls of the classroom seemed to shake with the force of your thrusts. Jihan screamed and cried out. Her legs finally giving way and leaving her suspended by your strength alone.

"Don't stop! I'm cumming again!"

"I'm close too, so cum with me. Let me hear you."

Your thrusts became more erratic. Her voice grew louder, the sounds of her moans and screams echoing in your mind. With one final thrust, you slammed into her deepest part. You released yourself, coating her walls with your seed. Jihan's whole body tensed, and she screamed as she came for the second time. You both stayed like that, for a couple of minutes, panting and recovering. You were the first to speak.

"Are you ok, Jihan?"

"Yeah, just a little sore."

"Do you want to sit down for a bit?"

"Please."

You sat on the edge of your desk and pulled her down into your lap. She leaned back against your chest and put her head under your chin. You wrapped your arms around her and held her tight.

"You know as much as I love that top on you, It's really about time it came off."

You pulled the shirt off of her and tossed it aside. Your hands finding their way to her breasts. They were soft and supple, and fit perfectly in your hands.

"God you're so beautiful." You whispered softly in her ear.

She let out a soft moan and melted into your touch. You continued to caress her perfect tits. Rolling her nipples between your fingers and kissing her neck. She squirmed and moaned in your lap.

"That's a good girl. Tell me what you want."

"I'm ready to go again sir."

"I don't think you're gonna be able to refer to me as sir anymore after today."

"But you're the teacher."

"Doesn't mean you can't call me sir while we fuck. I love the idea of being called sir while I'm fucking a student, especially one as cute as you."

"Yes sir."

You lifted her up slightly, just enough to allow room to slip your cock back inside. You lowered her back down and started to move. Slow and steady thrusts, allowing you to savor every movement and the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around you.

"You're such a good girl. Taking my cock so well."

You reached a hand down to rub her clit while the other massaged her breasts. She let out a loud moan.

"Oh, fuck, yes, sir."

"You like being told what a good girl you are?"

"Yes sir. I'm your good girl."

"That's right. My good little slut. And I'm gonna make sure everyone knows who you belong to."

You thrust your hips upwards. Increasing the speed and force of your movements. Her moans were growing louder, the room was once again filled with the sounds of her voice. Her juices flowed freely, dripping down your shaft and coating your thighs. Her pussy squeezed your cock.

"Fuck, you're so tight. Your cunt feels amazing."

You could feel yourself getting closer. Her body shook. Her muscles tensed. She was close as well.

"Cum for me, Jihan."

"Oh god yes! Fuck, fuck, ah, sir!"

She screamed as she came, her pussy contracting around you. Her body spasmed and she writhed in your arms. Her screams of ecstasy sent you over the edge.

"Fuck, Jihan!"

You thrust into her one last time. Buried to the hilt, and shot rope after rope of your seed inside her. You both sat there, panting and sweating, trying to catch your breath.

Jihan was struggling to speak. "That was amazing. I'm not sure if I can move. I definitely don't think I can stand right now."

"Just stay here like this for a while. Savor the moment."

You pulled out of her, and watched as your cum slowly leaked from her.

"As much as I'd love to stay here forever, you should get dressed. I don't want anyone else seeing you like this. Especially not another teacher.

"Of course, sir."

You helped her get cleaned up and dressed. Once she was decent, you took her in your arms and gave her a deep kiss.

I hope you can still come visit me after you leave for college. If you ever need some tutoring or even just help de-stressing, you know where to find me. 

[abxolotl-rewrites]

First post of the blog! Let's start this off with a Shadow Knight infodump! This will also include info about two of my OCs! Abaris and Anna! Anna being my Aphblr minecraft server character :D

I thought of these with input from the lovely @gumbootrambles

AHEM SO-

The Shadow Lord can pick and choose who becomes a SK, mostly talented guards & soldiers, though exceptions are made for magicks users and those who practice witchcraft.

The current named Shadow Knights, in order of creation, are:

Xavier, Abaris, Vincent, Amethyst, Anna, Glenda, Vylad, Gene, Zenix, Janus, Sasha and Laurance.

All Shadow Knights have scars pertaining to their deaths or torture. Xavier had a big scar on his chest from having his relic ripped out of him, Abaris has a large scar on her chest and back from being ran through by Esmund, Gene has a scar around his neck with two others messily cut into the back of his neck (He was still alive for the first two), Sasha has burns over her body under her shoulders, Zenix has scars crisscrossing all over from being blown up, Vylad’s throat and stomach are scarred internally from poison, Laurance has scars from his torture, as does Vincent & Amethyst with the three of them having their throats slit at the end, Anna was many small cuts on her neck from rope-burn as well as an indent in the skin, Janus has three scars through his stomach from Abaris’ trident and Glenda has a scar on her throat from her throat being slit.

Shadow Knight’s armour is made from their blood, their death/torture scars reopen and the blood forms the armour-like shell, they cannot take it off.

Their armour is unique to them, making it easy for them to identify each other. Though their armour will also have marking indicating their rank, and if they use magicks/witchcraft.

You can also roughly tell how old a Shadow Knight is by the colour of their armour. The lighter it is, the younger they are.

The reason for that is their blood darkens over time. First Gen Shadow Knights, like Abaris and Vincent would have black blood, while a new Shadow Knight like Laurance would just have the usual.

A Shadow Knight’s weapon is also unique to them, it depends on their fighting style and personality:

Xavier had a rapier

Abaris has a double trident

Gene has a katana

Laurance has a falcion, which then becomes a rapier

Vylad has a kusarigama/chain knife

Sasha has daggers

Zenix has a battleaxe

Janus has dual greatswords

Vincent has an odachi

Glenda has a longsword

Amethyst has a guandao

Anna has a scythe

The blue soul fire is commonly used in the Nether as a symbol of rebellion against the Shadow Lord for those that defect, rebel, or those wishing to do so. Shadow Knights that rebel often mark their armour with it.

Shadow knight armour colour chart, with added symbol of rebellion soul fire blue.

[ask-tdw-0666]

"help me?! You believe keeping me in a state of uncertainty is beneficial for me?! I nurtured you and endeavored to shape you into a splendid monarch, Janis, and this is your way of giving back to me?! While you sport MY crown atop your head, you show your ingratitude, you ungrateful brat!?"

"Dad, I'm thankful for you taking care of me after Mom passed away! I'm thankful for the guidance you gave me to become a great ruler! You're here because you were on a mission to eliminate the Illager race, leading to two conflicts, causing fatalities and injuries among both Overworld and Nether inhabitants. I don't want you to cause harm to anyone else or seek revenge against the Illager race…"

"So, you choose to remain and form an alliance with the very individuals who led to your mother's demise?! you believe I was seeking revenge against those vile grey creatures for the hell of it?! Absolutely not! I was seeking justice for my wife, your mother, the queen of the Nether!"

"No, I don't think it was for any reason, but trying to eliminate the Illager race and causing conflicts isn't a valid reason for what you did. I understand you loved my mother deeply, I know you made your own decisions, but look at the consequences, being stuck in a state of suspended animation as a form of punishment."

"And YOU did this to me! My own son! You're lucky your mother and I didn't have another child, Janis, and I really wish we had another! at least I would feel at ease knowing that one child I had didn't betray me and cared about their mother's death!"

"…You…You believe I don't care about losing Mother?! Father, losing Mother was the most devastating day of my life! I miss her just as much as you do, but my argument is that killing others and starting wars won't bring her back! Violence accomplishes nothing! and did you forget about your great-grandson, my grandson, my daughter's son, who is an Illager?!"

"Don't you dare mention that disgraceful act your whore of a daughter committed with an Illager! that spoiled our pure royal bloodline even more than you did when you wed that common woman!"

"Father, you leave Beatrix out of this! She might not be from a noble family, but she's the one who loves me the most! And my daughter, she's not a prostitute! She loved Thord more than anything, and he made her happy. Who am I to deny her such happiness?"

"You're making a mistake! You should have stopped her from marrying an Illager! I didn't want you to marry Beatrix and end up with a woman from a royal lineage! not some common woman!"

"I apologize for not choosing the person you wanted me to marry, but I didn't love them. My love is with Beatrix, and it will last."

"You've disgraced not just me and your mother, but the entire Thornburn family legacy…"

"And you're a terrible father…truthfully, I know you and Grandfather didn't get along well, and he was abusive towards you, but that doesn't justify taking your pain out on others, including your own child."

"I ought to knock you right out of the fucking skies....Don't act like you know everything about the hardships I faced as a child, brat. You weren't there!"

[ask-tdw-0666]

Characters open to ask: Joey and Charlie, Janis Thornburn, Beatrix Thornburn, Asher, Lovina, Thord, Natalie and finally Walda!

OC Ask Game!! Send an OC and an emoji!

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🌱- Does this oc have any pets? Do they have any pets they want?

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☘- Does this oc have any piercings? Do they want any?

🍁- What's this oc's favorite genre of movies/tv shows/books/etc?

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[orchid-151]

🏨 OC in a maid outfit

Natalie (Thord made her put it on as a dare and she giving him a death glare XD)

(I hope this is ok... I feel like she would have torn the costume to make it more comfortable to her...)

Natalie: "There... much better~"

Thord: "You're supposed to wear the whole costume, that was the deal..."

Natalie: "Bite me Thord..."

Thord: "I just might..."

[leapdayowo]

Redstone and Skulk OC time :3

Thought I’d turn my persona into a rns oc and give them a helsmet :3 I basically looked at my play style in Minecraft and took a few things from my own life and combined them to create these two! Short version about them below and a little story of their origins under that:

short version:

-Leapday_art (short version Leapday, she/he/they, the player) is afraid of losing important things in their life. He is very cautious about doing anything that could result in him dying and loosing everything in his inventory (sleeps through the night everytime to avoid monsters, barely visits the nether, strip mines, etc) +the cats next to Leapday are two of my darling kitties who unfortunately passed away irl, their names are Toby (left) and Toes (right)

-Nightfall_collections (short version Nightfall, all pronouns, the helsmet) was created from Leapday’s extreme fear of losing valuables and her grief from having lost valuables too many times. Xyr driving goal is to collect and preserve everything that xe can and to make sure there is always at least one copy

-other things about Nightfall: she is a magma cube hybrid while Leapday is a ??? hybrid player (if you read the story below this may make more sense👀). Nightfall can split into smaller duplicates which allows them to be in more places at once and thus more productive in their goal. She uses her goop-like body to write reminders on her clothes, then re-absorbs the goop later

-I think Nightfall would find himself as an organizer between lots of different parties/people in Hels due to being so dedicated to his goal + only being dedicated to this goal (his alignment is probably chaotic good because he’s loyal to his own goals and not to other people or outside rules. He does not take bribes or backstab). Also, Nightfall does not need to have possession of everything, but xe is trying to keep tabs on where everything that exist is at(this makes xem the go-to person for trying to obtain something in particular)

-I think Nightfall would become a sponsor (if that’s the right word?) for the Order of Remembrance because she greatly admires the work they do to preserve Hels’ history. She would also love Zedaph’s hall of all and definitely tries to work with private collectors to protect (and document/track) what they have (and she will keep what she knows a secret if it means protecting valuable things)

-Nightfall does not care about thieves unless they steal one of a kind things

-the doodles below were my earlier concepts, so Nightfall has green eyes before I realized it’s much more fitting for xem to have orange eyes

okay, okay, story time (because I realized the ‘short’ version was getting very extensive):

Maybe it had started in the very first world she spawned in. A brilliant blue sky that stretched over jagged, looming cliffs with forests scattered underneath. Trickling waterfalls and bubbling lava pits here and there. The natural beauty of the world left Leapday in awe and eager to explore what other wonders lay beyond the horizon.

It must have started with the first tree she broke, a squat little oak, one of hundreds in the forest. When the leaves of that little oak had all fallen, saplings littered the grassy floor. She should’ve been excited, feel triumphant even by taking down the tree, after all it’s how the journey had to start. Except, all that Leapday could see was the awkward gap in the canopy from the absence of the little oak. It felt like an itch unscratched, nagging and uncomfortable. Well that wouldn’t do.

They scooped up all the saplings littering the floor and planted one in the same dirt plot the little oak was uprooted from. Then they planted a few more just for good measure. The unease lingered, but planting the saplings felt good. It felt right. Now their adventure could truly begin!

——

In this world, Leapday’s only companions were the pigs and sheep that he passed on his journey, though he would argue, if there were someone to argue with, that the world itself brought him company enough. That the days and nights passing was a conversation between the universe and Leapday, and thus a consistent companion. And what gifts did the universe provide for him to find! Rushing rivers that fed into powerful oceans, plenty of trees to sleep in and collect, and mountains to climb with the best views of the sunset. Never a dull moment for him as there was always something new to experience and see.

However, despite all its gifts, the universe was slow to explain the finer mechanics of the world, such as health to Leapday. A week of traversing through thick forests and steep cliffs left them battered and bruised. They learned how to gauge the distance of a drop and how to place blocks to minimize the pain in their ankles from falls. A similar pain gnawed from the inside of their stomach, which they discovered was briefly satiated by devouring the apples that fell from the trees.

During one climb up a particularly harrowing cliff, Leapday learned about the unforgiving weight of sand by placing it under her feet in order to reach the next ledge. The block had crumbled in a near instant, sending her plummeting towards the ground. Instead of hitting the hard rocks below, she splashed into a stream from a nearby waterfall. When she had dragged herself onto land and her heart had steadied to a more familiar pace, she let out a fit of bewildered laughter that overwhelmed the panic from moments ago. She knew falls much shorter than this one could take days to recover from, so what kind of pain would she be in if she hadn’t gotten lucky and fallen in the stream? Something cold ran through her and sank to the pit of her stomach. Dread of what could have been, what could still be if she wasn’t more careful. She resolved to never find out what would happen. How unfortunate that her next fall would be into a pit of lava, the very one she had been camping at throughout the nights.

He was being careful, more so than he had been for the first week in this world anyways. That didn’t seem to matter because he had still slipped when placing the block before him and fallen. It was his first respawn, and it introduced him to a few new things like a punch to the face. The first revelation was the agony of burning to death, and death itself. He curled into himself, crying at the phantom feeling of the lava eating at his flesh. The intense heat and how the lava had trapped him in place and burned. It was a twisted version of the warmth of the sun, which was shining down on him and in comparison felt as cool as the air in caves. The second realization came slowly as the memory of fire ebbed. Their knuckles no longer popped and their joints no longer ached. The tightness in their muscles had vanished, leaving softer tissue on the bone and the emptiness in their stomach no longer hurt. They felt new and full of energy, ready to begin their journey again. How strange they had forgotten what this felt like. White scars from their oldest injuries and freckles from sun touched skin still littered their body. They had died, but now were in perfect health again. Leapday took in her surroundings, her face lighting up with delight at the sight of a familiar oak tree. It had grown into quite the study tree since the start of her adventure. Soon after her reunion, Leapday discovered her now empty inventory when she reached for blocks to place in order to climb the canopy. The absence of stacks of logs, dirt, and sand had her racing towards the lava pit before her mind could catch up. Panic pushed her feet to run faster and dodge every obstacle. She ignored nicks from branches in her way and the sting of sharp rocks on her bare feet. The timer was ticking down. Her items would be gone- she just had to- if she wasn’t fast enough-

She burst through the tree line and was greeted by the familiar heavy heat of the lava pit. The sight of it made her recoil out of fear of falling back in even from many blocks away. On shaky legs, she circled the perimeter and searched for her items. The timer was still ticking, but they were nowhere to be seen! She crept as close as she dared to the lava and swept her eyes across the surface of the pool. Then she darted into the surrounding trees looking high and low.

Nothing.

No logs. No saplings or dirt or anything!

This was their third lesson. You lose items after death, and lava destroys those items.

Don’t die, especially not in lava, and don’t lose your items.

Now they had to start over, and this time not dying proved to be harder than expected. More falls and similar accidents happened. Zombies began appearing, persistent in their pursuit of Leapday’s flesh. Then skeletons, creepers, and spiders appeared and introduced many more ways one could die. The pain from the deaths hurt, but they became mundane as weeks turned to months. Loosing items became more painful and frightening when Leapday discovered crafting. More time and resources were needed to start over after dying with crafted items, so they took to the world underground. They followed their instinct to craft pickaxes and torches, to chip away at the stone in search of more sturdy materials. They crafted their first stone pickaxe and found it to be superior to the wooden one.

Maybe it truly started with that wooden pickaxe. When she crafted the stone tools, the wooden pickaxe sat in her hotbar, still good for half a day’s work but now obsolete. It had served her well to progress her journey, a necessary step, but it felt wrong to simply set it aside. It felt like the gap in the canopy all over again, but she very well couldn’t plant the pickaxe in the ground and solve her unease. Not sure what else to do, she attached it to her hip and went on with her day. She wouldn’t destroy it or toss it, she would simply carry it with her until she found what she needed to do with it next. It became her new companion (it was her first crafted tool. It was the first and therefore the only one that would ever exist).

Now equipped with wood and stone blocks, Leapday built their base over their mine. The wooden pickaxe found its place over the doorway leading outside, marking the build as their home. It felt right, so they continued their expansions. Farms were planted along a nearby river and fences placed to corral cows and sheep. Torches were the one item they were generous with. They were thrown across their property liberally since their light would deter creepers spawning too close for comfort.

During a thunderstorm that had picked up abruptly one morning, Leapday poked around at their communicator. It was a lightweight device that had been attached to their forearm since first spawning into the world and never disappeared after dying. After lots of fiddling with the different menus and buttons on the screen, they came across YouCraft. It was an archive of videos made by other players scattered across the universe, documenting their own worlds and progress! With the storm still crashing down around Leapday’s base, they curled up in bed and began watching the first video that caught their eye. It turned out that he had lots more to learn about the universe! After waiting out the storm, and then the night, by watching these videos, he learned about other biomes and blocks still left to discover as well as potions, enchanting, and other dimensions! A dragon was where this journey led for most players, though some took their time getting to it. Above all, he realized he needed diamonds. Diamonds were what every player sought due to their strength, but they were rare and dangerous to collect being so deep underground. They were needed to further Leapday’s journey however, so collecting them became his top goal. Quickly he learned how impossible achieving this goal would be. Well, it seemed impossible after spending days underground chipping at the cold stone and coming up empty. Strange echoes rang through the tunnels and more than a few times paranoia of something (or someone. He had heard the legends of Herobrine) sneaking up on him was enough to make him hole up for hours. Grey, grey stone that went on for miles. Grey cobblestone trailed behind him when his inventory filled. Leapday found other minerals, but the sparkling teal of diamonds still lay buried elsewhere. He mined for so long he began to doubt that the rare mineral even generated in this world. That only grey existed. That was until he broke away the next layer of stone before him and found himself staring uncomprehending at the bits of teal poking through stone. Uncontainable joy broke through his shock like sunlight through parting storm clouds. They were real! Diamonds were real and right in front of him! Invigorated with new energy, Leapday got to work extracting the diamonds just as they had seen others do. The amount paled in comparison to the stacks other players had, but in that moment he didn’t care. It was enough to have found them and confirm they even existed in this world. That weeks of sore arms digging at indifferent stone and unsteady gravel caches falling finally amounted to their new prized possession.

By the time he arrived back at his base, the novelty of finding diamonds began to wear off. He had to admit it was a measly amount. Just barely enough for a diamond pickaxe. What good would a stronger pickaxe be with no enchantments or replacements for when it broke? It had taken so long to find just a few diamonds what were the chances of finding more? No, they wouldn’t craft anything with the rare mineral until they had enough for spares and back ups. So back to the mines they went, and excruciatingly slow they found more, and continued to reason that crafting them was a poor decision. What if an accident happened and they couldn’t get back to their stuff? If they were swallowed by a pit of lava? So much time would be spent only to be wasted. Almost like their thoughts and fears had manifested it, a freak lava incident happened not long after. Leapday had been feeling good that day, so good because their most recent mining trip had yielded 13 diamonds and another cluster just across a lava lake. As they bridged across the lake, plans of finally crafting their collection of diamonds began to form making them giddy. It was the type of giddy that made any obstacle feel like child’s play and beyond consequence. That they finally could start progressing on their journey once more. It was enough to distract Leapday from the crunch of gravel under their feet and for their pickaxe to swing off its mark into the unsteady floor. The ground gave way and sent her tumbling into the lava.

She woke up screaming in her bed. Screaming from agony of ghostly flames that ate flesh, and then from loss and frustration. It wasn’t fair! Her luck had just turned up for the best and now all of it was gone! Every plan to use the diamonds tossed out the window and into a burning pit of despair. How stupid of her to not notice the gravel! All that time for nothing! She should have called it a day and come up 13 diamonds richer with plenty of levels for enchanting. All her gear and tools and items from mineshafts would still be intact, but no. Her head was too far in the clouds and now it was gone. She hadn’t even had the foresight to mark the cave to return to, so sure of her victory. There would be no hope navigating the twisting and sprawling tunnels below, and even if she tried to go back, the sight of lava would probably be enough to make her hurl. Fat tears began dripping down her face as she cursed and wallowed. They blurred his vision, so with a few steadying breaths and a final gross sniffle, he wiped at his eyes. Then he went to swing his legs over the bed to pick up the pieces of his day and froze. On his hand, both hands actually, were thick black smudges of… of something. What was that? He reached up to his face and traced the wet tear tracks with a clean finger. It too came away covered in the strange goop. An incredulous laugh burst from him, which evolved into hysterical crying. More tears fell from his eyes and he let them. The tangled web of grief in his chest unraveling as he did so, and he felt the last of his energy drain away until-

Sunlight trickled through the curtains and roused Leapday from their sleep. Birds were chirping and the familiar sounds of the animals grazing and leaves rustling cradled their mind while the events of the previous day trickled back to them. They felt heavy and gross. Their eyes crusty and mouth dry as a desert were a sure sign of their emotional distress. Disappointment felt like stones being dropped on them when they pulled up their empty inventory. It really was all gone. They let their head flop back onto their pillow and took a steadying breath, trying to recount the reasons they should get out of bed. Maybe they would stick to the joys of the world above ground for a month or two. Take up weaving or painting. They had plenty of resources to finally build a barn and an expansion to the house. Maybe they would go with a grassy roof.

Yeah. That could be alright. With one final sigh, Leapday pushed themself up off their bed and dragged themself over to their cauldron to clean up. They could see from their reflection that only a few faint smudges remained on their face, which they gently wiped away. Crying black goop was probably not normal now that their mind was more stable to think it over. Or maybe it was normal? It had never happened before, but the players on YouCraft all had their own quirks that Lepaday lacked, so maybe it was normal for them?

It turned out the inky tears were a new normal. From that incident onward, whenever they experienced a great sense of loss the strange tears formed and sank into the ground. They appeared when Leapday lost their first wolf companion and when they accidentally deleted a creative world full of builds of an ambitious project.

Meanwhile…

in another world…

In Hels, black goop bubbled to the surface of a sea of lava. From a distance, the surface seemed its usual hungry self, shifting and popping as it patiently waited for Hels and its inhabitants to finally crumble in. The goop was not consumed by its hunger however. It stretched towards the netherrack shore like a snake in water. Once it had gathered all of itself onto more solid ground, it sat and waited for more of itself to arrive, bouncing and bubbling over the terrain in the meantime. They could only wait so long however, after all, there was much to collect and preserve and too little time to do so.

And it’s finished! Whew, I don’t typically write, so this was a lot to work on amidst all my finals projects (totally worth it tho! It was great practice). I wasn’t planning on writing so much about leapday, but then I realized the interesting potential of writing about players when they’re new to the world. If they are akin to gods, they still enter the world with a lot to learn. The goop at the end is Nightfall, who then went on to travel Hels and collect as many blocks and items as xe could before xe came across the city Evil X established. At first they were incredibly overwhelmed by the amount of stuff to preserve in the city and mostly stuck to collecting free scraps and garbage. It probably did something to gain the attention of a member of the Order of Remembrance, who taught Nightfall about their goals and a few things about how society/Hels worked. From there, Nightfall set off to establish a massive collection and documentation of anything and everything, working with people in the process but also quite an eccentric personality that can be quite a hermit when buried in paperwork (not many people are willing to do paperwork as diligently as Nightfall)

Also, YouCraft is YouTube in the Minecraft world :P I felt I needed to separate it from our version of mcyt because in this universe the characters are real and making videos about their lives rather than people playing a video game (at least that’s how I’m headcanoning it)

thank you @silverskye13 for providing some more lore about Hels and the Order of Remembrance (as well as Redstone and Skulk as a whole <3) as well as inspiring me to keep trying to improve my writing and thank you to @/yayforocs for inspiring me to finally make my own rns OCs and this post :3

[ant1quarian]

Ok, I have a bit of a strange question, but I made a skulk-based oc who lives in the deep dark and isn't completely human, and kinda just... yoinks players' stuff when they die? Like some kinda crow or something.

How would the witherborn (assuming there's already an established relationship) react if she passed out from heatstroke or something? (She lives in a cave, she's used to the cold so yeah she's not having a good time lol)

A very big and broad question- definitely nice seeing asks like this come through, though. You get the ones off of the top of my head

Killer is initially alarmed. He doesn't live in a SOULsand valley like the majority of the others- the nether (hell, even the desert) has to be hell for you. He's immediately grabbing you and either getting through a nether portal or sprinting at top speed towards a SOULsand valley to keep you cool. While he keeps up a charming and suave and uncaring bravado (and he cannot feel remorse or empathy), that doesn't stop him from being like "oh. oh fuck."

Dust sort of blinks twice before tilting his head and trying to figure out a way to cool you down. This... actually quite likely ends with you in his arms because, unlike the others, he is very cold to the touch. Not so much that it'd shock you and hurt (due to the contrast between heat and cold) but to the point where it may be... slightly uncomfortable? He'd be getting you to a deep dark as soon as he could- not that he's exactly well-travelled in the overworld.

Lust would likely immediately freak out and help you as well as he could. He can't say he's great at dealing with species he's unaware of- but he's trying his best. He lives deep in the warped forest, so the temperatures are slightly cooler there, but the best thing is, is the fact he has a nether portal right next to his house.

Ccino you wouldn't have met in the nether- so you'll be in a desert. His immediate reaction is actually to simply burrow underground to the much, much cooler cave systems and bring you what you need in order to aid you in your recovery. Any mob that decides to fuck around will find out.

Carrion (Birdtale Sans) has immediately dumped fire res on you and scampered to take you into the overworld once more. He's cursing under his breath about your antics- why the hell you went to the burning fire hellpit that he lives in when you're almost a creature belonging to an opposite environment. In reality, he's just really concerned.

[ask-tdw-0666]

(I realized I forgot Alvar's face markings qwq)

Alvar: What? you thought you were gonna get something from me?

Asher: *struggling against Alvar's grip on his hoodie*

Alvar: Struggle all you want, brat! your darling Grandfather isn't here to save you...I am here to undo the horrible curse his daughter, your whore of a mother has put on this royal bloodline! ONCE. AND. FOR. ALL! You....You will never be a Thornburn in my eyes!

Unexpected Betrayal

@ask-tdw-0666

Calvin is sure will regret saying that...

[murkystarlight]

Hey, I just asked sillysnaildraws and whataboutsimple this because I’m trying to make it a thing: If you were a MCSM style admin, what would you look like/ represent/ have as your symbolism/ whatever else?

I have never thought about this either-

I never actually made an oc before(that's not true- but I haven't made one for a fandom before.)

I also am not very crispy on the knowledge on the Admins(or the entirety of season 2)

But I'm willing to give it a go

Her main color would be purple (cause I like purple) but like.. I'm thinking the skin would be like.. a deep blue? Navy color? Her hair, clothes and other stuff(if I add them later-) would probably be purple though.

She has long hair. Like really long. She likes to play with the gravity and make her hair look like it's underwater. And same with her clothes. Very flowy

She has like- some glitter? Star dust thing around her. I saw how the Admins all have like.. body suits? They have a dark body suit looking thing with different designs on top I think(I need to look into them more-- I'm sorry). So I thought, let's give her a black body suit, and make glowing dust float around the suit. But, she likes covering herself. So she has like.. a big dress(cloak maybe?) on top of the body suit(which is also what I meant with flowy clothing). And since the glowing substance isn't stuck onto the body suit, it all kind of spills out and float around her dress(and her everything else) now. But you know what's the biggest thing about glitter? It gets EVERYWHERE

You always find it. No matter how hard you tried to get rid of all of it. So I like that to be the case. She doesn't mind it. But the others... they mind it a lot

Her eyes are white. Just white. The sclera, iris and pupil. Just white. And y'know, it glows and stuff

And my idea for the star dust thing is because, I thought it would be nice if she represent like... nether stars? Or just stars. (Like I said. I have no idea-)

And for the reasoning of that... she's like some sort of.. watcher. Spectator? And since stars are always in the sky(even at morning though you can't see them) I thought it would fit pretty well

She doesn't like getting involved into things. But don't get it wrong, she loves drama. In fact, she makes drama. Then steps out, relax and just watch the drama unfold.

So I would think that she doesn't like standing out too much. But still wants to be in the spotlight- if that makes any sense

So instead of staying in Admin form, she stays in like.. a makeshift human form. Since, then she would stand out when between the other Admins, but doesn't attract much attention onto herself in other occassions since she looks like a normal player(I think her Admin form kind of has a blackhole effect? Since it's flowy and her colors are very dark and all that she kind of- Well, either doesn't stand out much and becomes one with the background or overwhelms everything around her a bit)

Enjoys being alone, but will come out to meet you whenever you ask her to. She doesn't mind leaving to meet people or just have a nice walk.

Her personality- the righthand man who is planning a secret plot to overthrow the leader type. She's an ambitious one

But most of the time, she's rather childish and playful.

She's a free spirit but often doesn't know what to do. So she stayed at the other Admins towns for a while before she left to the overworld.

Once in the overworld, she started moving from town to town, making a few friends here and there. Since she stays in her human form it wasn't much of a problem. She likes rabbit(bunnies?), because of some silly legend in my country about rabbits living on the moon- and often goes stargazing. She likes to Uh- feel like she's one with the night sky. All her colors in her admin form are dark(except the sparkly stuff. Cause it sparkles)(and maybe her hair is a bit of a brighter purple than the rest of her outfit) so she could just pass by as the night sky. Makes her easy to watch things from above or not get disturbed. Or both. Both works

And this is just a silly thing I thought of(not considering to actually put this in, but thought it'd be funny) she went to the moon. She even made a small civilization there!

But jokes aside, I feel like before she started settling into different towns, she's tried to make a lot of her own. Just small towns. But they never kept her intrested enough. And she easily got bored of them. So like the free spirit she is, she just- left. Had some fun with them and just left.

I also had a thought, since she... I'm not sure if she fits in with one of the Admins. And she has a makeshift human form(not a human form of what she looks like without powers), maybe she was made by the Admins? They could do that, right? Create a living, talking... thing(Idk-)

I think I got everything I thought of written down here. As well as the answers to your question. If I understood them wrong- please tell me. And I'll try again(or just fix a few parts) after learning more about the admins-

This is just a bunch of random thought I had squished into one so- yeah... this is all over the place

[gumbootillustrations]

sorry for being a bit slow w posts - ive been flat out w uni stuff so uh. have some sketches n stuff? yeah.

top -> bottom, left -> right:

a dnd character (oc) from the campaign im a part of w my sister!! her name is narbeth, shes a drow twilight cleric n i love her

a wee sketch of aaron n his sword (i cannot remember for the life of me what those lil figures r sorry)

some aph stuff. the one on the right is how garroth n zenix find her in the forest, surrounded by flowers.

a nether portal. i wonder who's going thru it?

a very, Very early katelyn sketch.

i should be out of assignment hell in the next couple of weeks or so lol, so some better quality n finished stuff will be posted around then (aka when i get it done lol)