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[traderotales]

A small Souls of Black oneshot I wrote on a whim, after thinking of more details for Reaper's backstory.

Trigger warnings: torture, depictions of drowning and death. (Don't worry though, it turns into fluff :))

Enjoy!

Story under the cut

“They drowned me."

Reaper remembered the feeling of ice cold water stabbing through her head, enveloping her as she thrashed in the grip of five guards. Her vision blurring as they yanked her back out of the basin, a desperate gasp for air, only for it to be taken again as they submerged her once more.

“So many times.”

Reaper remembered aching limbs and open, bleeding wounds, her breath shaky as she watched her own blood dripping into the shower drain. The water only pelted her fresh wounds, making her curl up more in pain as they stabbed into them like tiny daggers. Her face burned with humiliation. She knew the guards were just outside the door, waiting for her to finish. They never liked it when she took long. That only got her more wounds to heal from, and they never gave her the food to do it.

"I guess they didn't want to waste their lava on someone as low as me."

Reaper remembered staggering up the steps of that damned wooden stage, barely hearing the crowd jeering at her below. She could only remember the clinking of the guards’ iron armor around her, and seeing the gleaming iron bars ahead. Her new prison.

That stage had been high–too high up for the crowd to get a proper view of her cage. But that hadn’t been what they were there for. Reaper remembered being shoved into the cramped cage, and looking only towards the midday sun gleaming down on her comfortable, dry form. She remembered wondering if she’d ever see it again. If stealing from this town’s damned Cleric had ever been worth this.

It wasn’t, half of her thought. A small, terrified part of her that she thought she’d killed long ago. Nothing is worth the cruelty of this world.

Reaper remembered her stomach dropping as the floor opened beneath her. Hitting the chilling box of water beneath, and sinking fast. Desperately trying to propel herself up, to kick her chained feet despite the weight dragging them to the stone floor below. Her lungs burned as she dragged herself towards the giant glass wall at the front of the box. Blurry forms of the crowd stared back, unmoving, unfeeling. Uncaring.

She’d tried using her chains to break the glass. But they were too heavy, too slow. Reaper’s eyes burned, her tears of frustration and anger and desperation mixing with the water. Even if the crowd had been able to see them, they wouldn’t have cared. Reaper gasped in a breath as she choked back a sob, coughing as the water filled her lungs. But it only continued the cycle. Reaper weakly swung her wrist shackles towards the glass as her vision faded, and she felt her body give out.

“To them, I was just a no-good thief. Something they forgot to see in themselves when they cheered for my executions.” Reaper tensed, staring at the flickering candle on top of the table, dimly lighting the dark corner of Phoebe’s cottage she sat in. Phoebe herself sat across from Reaper, staring at her with horror in her eyes.

“Reaper…” Phoebe spoke softly, as if afraid of somehow hurting Reaper more than she had already been hurt. Reaper’s dark eyes lifted to Phoebe’s, and the brunette paused, seeming to struggle to find the right words. Reaper heaved a sigh, and then chuckled, despite everything she’d just laid out between them.

“Well, it didn’t do much, right?” Reaper sat up, spreading her arms. “I’m still here. Still kickin’.”

Phoebe frowned, but Reaper didn’t dwell on how poorly the joke had landed, how Phoebe didn’t seem to like it much. She stood. “Look. Thanks, for helping me. But, you should really get some sleep. We both should, actually. And–”

“Reaper.” Phoebe’s voice was gentle, but firm. “Sit back down.”

Reaper blinked, then looked at her, wide eyed. Then she gave half a laugh, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

“You can’t afford to be alone right now, I can see that clear as day,” Phoebe said. “So please… stay.”

Reaper felt a flash of panic when she heard the final word, her tired brain connecting dots where there weren’t any. No, Phoebe hadn’t somehow figured out her eventual plan to leave. She was just trying to make Reaper sit with her company. Oddly.

“Well, what I can see clear as day is you’re uncomfortable,” Reaper said with a shake of her head. “And that means I need to get aw–”

“Reaper.” Phoebe suddenly stood, and Reaper’s instincts, fueled by threatening memories, made her step back, whipping out her hand as she tugged against her saber. The iron sword appeared in her hand in a burst of black wisps, and Reaper watched as Phoebe froze in her tracks. Reaper relaxed, sighing shakily, angrily, as she stepped back, Storing her saber away.

“See what I mean?” she said. “I’m just making things worse.” Like I always do. Like I always have.

Phoebe sighed softly. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I shouldn’t have startled you.”

Reaper shook her head, clenching her jaw and loathing the mixture of emotions festering in her chest. Then, she sighed, sitting back at the birch wood table and dropping her head into her crossed arms. Phoebe carefully sat across from her, and a few moments later, Reaper felt Phoebe’s hand gently settle on her arm. It felt weird, Phoebe’s fingertips brushing against Reaper’s bare skin. Her coat was still hanging by the door to Phoebe’s shower, where Reaper had left it before breaking when she shouldn’t have.

“I’m sorry,” Phoebe whispered.

Reaper shifted her head, looking up at Phoebe. Questions–why? Why are you apologizing?–whirled through her head, walls starting to build themselves with her words as reflex.

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” Phoebe said. “But you’re safe now. They…” Phoebe’s grip tightened slightly on Reaper’s arm. A reassuring gesture, instead of once of force. An echo of care, instead of danger. When Phoebe met Reaper’s eyes again, her hazel eyes seemed almost golden in the candlelight, shining with determination.

“They can’t hurt you anymore, Reaper,” Phoebe told her. “I promise.”

In that moment, Reaper’s rebuttals, her building walls and doubts, all vanished from her mind. Reaper stared at Phoebe for a few moments, her eyes wide. Then, Reaper gave a small, tired laugh, smiling at the woman from behind her mask as she laid her gloved hand atop of Phoebe’s.

“I’m glad,” Reaper said. Phoebe smiled back faintly, and the two stayed like that for a while, eventually letting themselves drift off in the presence of each other’s company.

[toothlesstdm]

Hi! Never rlly posted adopts on here before, but I thought I may as well give it a shot :]

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[ask-ender-jackal]

Commission by the lovely Lilaira herself! I would be remiss not to share this as well!

[ant1quar1an]

In Withertale, do they hunt humans only in the nether or both?

Witherborn generally stay in the nether. Not all of them hunt humans, but those who do will track you until they catch you- even if they have to go to the overworld through your portal to do so.

The only real way to get them to stop is to jump into water, or just destroy your portal once you've left

( Those who do are: Killer, Dust and Axe )

( Those who don't unless threatened are: Literally everyone else )

Thank you for the ask :]

[awayforanera]

Girl help, the knitting concepts in my head manifested as a full drawing

[ariansaus]

SE!Dream's Things

It opens up and closes at different angles, providing him the ability of momentary flight.

Using any sort of propulsion is considered a bad idea, and often ends in the wearer's death.

The fabric is light and flexible, as well as managing to be rather strong and hard to tear. Not shown here due to angle, Dream's cloak does have a very small rip in it from a rather hasty, reckless flight he once had.

[cru5h-cascades]

Spelet där du minerar och skapar (The game where you mine and craft)

Something I made for class one time

[lyrik-rose]

Tumblr wouldn't let me upload the full resolution cause it's "too big" and "over 20MB" or something, but I finally had the urge to do art again, for once

[lillaray]

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[sourisdedog]

Crafter Bust

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[traderotales]

Souls of Black Worldbuilding | The Black

For thise who may be new, Souls of Black is a Minecraft inspired story I'm working on! I figured (totally not because I'm bored) I could share a little bit of Souls of Black's worldbuilding, and answer any questions you may ask of it. Any posts apart of this series will have #souls of black worldbuilding :)

In General

The Black is arguably the most important aspect of the story (might be why the story is named after it lol.) It's what the people of Dridon call the mysterious void that parallels their world. It is the place where everyone first Awakens from into the world, and where they cycle through when they die and eventually regenerate back to life. It is how people can tether their spirits to a place. It is where items can be Stored into the reserves of both people and containers such as chests. It's even where magic is stored and locked away.

Due to paralleling every part of the world, The Black is also responsible for holding structures together. Everything has an Aura, a connection to The Black, and its usually unnoticeable. But when The Black holds up floating materials that have no other support, it is slightly more noticeable, like a shift in the air. Upheld materials will usually stay floating for a long time, but with enough pressure on them, over time The Black's hold will lessen, and it will eventually fall back to the ground.

The most noticable Aura change is within Remnants—ancient structures that have stood before most people have been Awake. No one knows exactly where they came from, or why they still remain. Some believe they were built by The Vanished, people from long ago who, for some reason, are no longer here.

The most important aspect of The Black is that it works in trades. Every item summoned from a reserve has an amount of time it takes to appear. Every death creates new life. Every food item eaten heals over wounds.

Reserves

Reserves are pockets of The Black that are used to Store away items. Each person has their own personal reserve tied to their soul, each with four tiers. Each higher tier is set further away from the person's soul, and as such, it takes longer to summon items from it. When items are summoned, a chill shoots down the arm to the hand they're summoned to, and it appears in a burst of black wisps of mist and smoke.

The tier closest is colloquially known as a 'quick-tier', and takes only one heartbeat to summon items from. Usually this tier carries weapons and anything one may need in a pinch.

The next tier up is known as the first tier. This takes three heartbeats to summon from. The second tier takes six heartbeats to summon from. The third tier takes nine heartbeats to summon from. Usually this is where most 'unimportant' things go.

People can scan through their reserves, 'feeling' over items mentally when looking for the one they wish to summon. When scanning through reserves, the name of items one brushes over, given to them by The Black, appears in their mind.

Items tend to clump together with more of the same item in a 'slot' in a reserve. When summoning from a slot with many of the same item, people can choose to only summon one, or to hold open a doorway of sorts, for when the summoned item leaves their hand, another will promptly appear. This is indicated by a person summoning an item, then the wisps that summoned it swirling around it.

Supply Chests

The Black is also thought to be responsible for the supply chests that appear in the world to help the mostly barren world. These chests appear at random, and hold basic items like wood, small amounts of food, etc. When opened, black mist is revealed to be within the chest, as it is with every chest, and this black mist is the doorway to the chest's reserve. When the chest is closed again, it vanishes back into The Black, regardless of if it's empty or not.

Crafting

I will admit, crafting is the less fleshed out aspect currently. But each person can make what are called crafting stations, that are used to craft basic tools and items. My current idea is the top of the station has nine slots that swallow items put into them in a specific pattern (the crafting recipe). These slots then drift out black smoke, that forms the crafted item above the top of the station.

Crafting stations also come with special enchanted tools that are used specifically for making diamond armor, as to minimalize damage to the gemstones during the process. Typically crafting stations craft the weapons and armor to fit the crafter's proportions.

Crafting stations' current unique ability (other than making gems into strong armor) is that they can tailor weapons to the crafter's preference, allowing for a variety of weapon shapes and types. This is most prominent in swords, and The Black crafts it to the crafter's preference. The 'standard' sword is a three-foot long, double-edged blade with six inches of crossguard. But for example, Reaper owns a one handed saber, better for primarily hacking and slashing.

Religion

The dominant (yet still relatively small) religion that worships The Black is Abyssalism, with members known as Abyssalists. They view it as a generous entity that enables their lives and encourages them to live them to the fullest. They view connection with The Black as sacred, and to repeatedly kill anything as blasphemous and taking The Black's generosity for granted. Abyssalists call The Black 'The Great Abyss', as to call it its true name is considered unholy if not of the proper rank.

Tethering

The final important aspect of The Black is called soul tethering, often simply called tethering. This is the action of being tied to a specific location by The Black, that you will eventually regenerate in. The way to do this? Beds.

There are crude, quickly crafted beds for travel, and there are proper stationary beds for homes, but both work for the act of tethering. The process involves the person entering a half-asleep state in the bed, and in this state is where they, for a moment, feel as if they are drifting in The Black's cold, massive expanse. Chills shoot from the top and bottom of their spine, meeting in the center before it feels as if something ties the center of their spine to the bed beneath them.

Why tethering is only activated through beds is because sleeping is when people gain a subconscious connection to The Black, as that is where their minds go when they sleep, and thus where their dreams come from. The bed acts as an physical anchor point for their spirit due to it being there when this subconscious connection is made. Proper beds are easier to tether with, as they are typically not constantly being broken or moved, and are slept in repeatedly, so the connection, and tether, becomes stronger over time.

Thank you for reading, traveler! Do ask any questions if you have them, whether about The Black specifically or any other Minecraft mechanic's workings in Souls of Black! I'd love to talk more about it :)

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first character page in my new sketch book!

[ask-ender-jackal]

(Art by Happycyn!)

"I beg your finest pardon!? You dare set foot on my island and attack my human? If you don't turn around and leave, the water surrounding this place will be the least of your worries..."

[traderotales]

Hello! I'd like to show off my WIP Souls of Black on AO3! Souls of Black is a Minecraft-inspired fantasy novel I'm working on, and I put up Chapter One yesterday! It twists base Minecraft mechanics into morbidly realistic magic systems! I really am happy with it, and would love if people gave it and read and told me their thoughts! :D

Here's the synopsis for those curious!

In a world where no one can die permanently, Reaper has chosen to live alone; sticking to the shadows and stealing when she can to survive until the next morning. On a fateful night, she meets two by the names of Wolf and Coder, who were displaced by the deaths others wrought upon them. But the enchanted weapons they were killed with left an unnatural mark on Wolf, who bears a multitude of scars instead of a singular one where he was killed―with each burning with more than just phantom pain at random intervals. Hoping to help them learn how to survive in an unfamiliar place, Reaper decides to help them find a cure, and the trio must journey through this world full of surprising allies and ruthless, ever-powerful enemies as Reaper discovers what it means to fight to protect instead of survive.

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[yourlocalcringekid]

GUYS

Idk if someone else has thought of this before, but hear me out on this new worldbuilding headcanon for Minecraft. Phantoms pose the same ecological role as IRL vultures. That being, they eat dead bodies. The reason a lot of them swarm (and even attack) the player when they haven't gotten sleep is because they sense lack of energy (which, for a lot of animals means death is nearby) and assume the player is either dead or dying.