#minecraft writing

[illwilledomen]

Minecraft Lore Discord!

Do you like minecraft lore, worldbuilding and headcanons? Do you like making OCs, and creating your own stories with the game, spin-offs and/or mods? Then you might like this discord server of mine! All and everyone are welcome, so long as they abide by the rules and are friendly to one another.

[scarbadtimes]

Anyone else think about how the Nether is Chaos and the End is Entropy… or is that just me. Anyways what I’m saying is;

The Nether is a terrifying, hot, literal hell-scape. It’s full of various damned creatures who wish you charred to dust at every corner, on top of the environment that claws, begging at your feet, howling or blood-stained, amongst lakes and pours of lava, ever flowing. The air is stifling and rancid, always stuck in your throat, there is always some creaking, groaning, yowling. An assault on the senses, too bright and too dim. It is easy to let it overwhelm you, swallow you whole while you kick and scream against it in sheer panic. Fight-or-flight instinct, your body moving on it’s own, fuelled by the overbearing noise. The Nether chews you up and spits you back out mauled.

It’s odd when the End leaks into it, the world gone silent and blue. The earth still crackles, but there is only it’s people that reside there, unprovoked unless observed. The fog still takes you, and it’s still syrupy and thick, but now it’s lukewarm. There is a medium here, one that makes your hair prickle. It’s both too quiet, yet too loud. Like a crowd holding their breath.

The End itself feels like a cold, still spring. The air is still except for your own breath, as nothing breathes here. It echoes until the endlessness swallows the noise, and when you’re out, the sky is muffled like snow. It smells like nothing, you hear nothing, everything covered in a constant dim glow that comes from nowhere. Your mind tries to make up something to cope with the under-stimulation, a slight fried twinge on your nose, a shiver, a ringing in your ears. You see more than you do, but you mind your manners. Everything is still here. Eventually, you’re cooled down enough where you just walk. You’re no longer tired or restless, the air is lukewarm on your skin, you forget how to breathe, it just is. There is no difference between eyes closed and eyes open. Tomorrow, today and yesterday weave into a meaningless ribbon that you lost in the park. You’re held there, gently, slowly more, until you are no longer. The void takes all.

[jab-cab]

Friends & Foes: A Minecraft update concept

I don't know a lot about programming, let alone game development as a whole, but I hope to know a lot more one day and develop a game of my own. In the meantime, I often think of ways that existing games could be improved or expanded on, especially with Minecraft. Friends & Foes is an update concept that I'm planning on turning into a suggestion on the official Minecraft Suggestions page, but for now I've only come up with one half of it. This half is about a feature that would enable the player to turn illagers, intelligent mobs with their own motivations, from foes into friends. I came up with this concept along with @consultingdalekhunter, and I encourage any feedback about the idea and any parts of it. If enough people like it, it will be more likely to be seen by the developers and maybe even one day be added to the game. The Ominous Banner was added to the game as a way to make the illagers seem more intelligent and organized. It marks a patrol captain so they can lead a patrol of pillagers through the wilderness. When a player kills the patrol captain, they gain the Bad Omen effect that causes raids to appear in villages. The captain drops their banner, but when collected by the player it serves no functional purpose. It can be used to signify to other players that a patrol has been conquered, but once enough banners have been collected this is no longer as valuable an accomplishment. In the Friends & Foes update, an Ominous Banner would continue to be useful for another purpose, giving the player the ability to prove to certain illagers that they aren't someone they want to fight. Now, when a player holds the banner, all pillager and ravager mobs would be passive to them unless they attack first. Vindicators will also behave this way unless you approach an evoker, similar to how polar bears behave around their babies. When a pillager, ravager, or vindicator is attacked by a player, all illagers nearby would become hostile again. This simple change in the behaviors of the illagers would create potential for players to make a more diverse range of stories, ones where they become allies to once bitter foes, and this is just one idea. In the Friends & Foes update, a feature could be included where if a player manages to give a patrol captain a map of a village without getting near them, the captain drops an Ominous Banner as a reward. This could also include the ability to mark placed bells onto maps, similar to marking banners. This ability could also be used for other potential features, such a way to lead villagers to their villages safely without having to build a railroad or boat them across long stretches of land. I don't have an idea yet for how that might work, but maybe I will before the next post I make about this topic. In that post, I plan to get into potential ways that villagers can be expanded on in this theoretical update. Thank you so much to whoever reads this, and if you have please let me know by liking, re-blogging, or commenting. I haven't gotten many words for my posts so far, but I know people see them. Of course, you don't have to, but I'll appreciate any feedback I can get.

[cleverpaws]

HEY CAN WE NORMALIZE WRITING ORIGINAL MINECRAFT FANTASY SHIT????/ NOT MCYT FANFIC LIKE. JUST MINECRAFT FANTASY. LIKE MINECRAFT BUT FAE ARE A THING????

[ask-dr-wormwood]

Continued from here

"Yes, of course. I can give you all of the potions that I have on hand. Then if you ever need any more potions, I live in a mangrove swamp. A notable land mark would probably be my library that's just a little bit away from my main tower." She smiled kindly as she grabbed her rather large bag. She hummed as unzipped it and a few of the potions fell on the ground. Luckily they didn't break as it was a small fall. She held the bag out for him to take the potions from. @thenpcmerchant

[scp-10000]

*Me thinking about writing a Tenkai Knights fanfic where I drop them in the Minecraft universe*: I’m gonna put these 6 children in so many situations

[bubblegumleander]

The portal glistens in the torchlight with the finite void swirling in the frame. An odd beauty to behold, a one of a kind that makes anyone feel so small in the grand scheme of things. Spider only felt this once before just before her saviors came for her but there’s no one that can save her now. She kept her feet planted on the edge where stone meets end frame with only her breath inching her forwards.

This was it.

This is the moment where everything changes.

Her final moment. Everything has been leading up to here.

Right here.

Every heartbreak…

Every smile that has been cast her way…

For the pain from the depth that clings right into her skin.

For every friend that she made along the way and had lost just as soon.

Spider lifts her foot off the ground and hangs it over the portal. The very thing that she had only heard about for most of her life. It should bring an end to the suffering, to save this dying world. The mold that clings to the trees and the smell of the dead that lingers in the air. Spider still remembers the sight of the bodies of the villagers from above, each one covered in mold and moss.

Her cave from what felt like a million years ago was already covered with the very life being drained out of the walls and those that linger in the dark. There’s something that hangs in the back of her mind; a sweeter time just after the fall and how that comfort held her even as the time got rough. It’s been a while since she saw them and only made her wish that this would work even more.

Because it has to.

For no one should live in a world of decay and hopelessness.

So, Spider loosened her grip on her torch with only a thud being the only comfort in the silence. It bounced until the light flickered out and the feeling of weightlessness embraced her.

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My Stories | The Next Adventure -> | YouTube

[mumblesplash]

in honor of last season’s poem being called “”end poem”” (all quotes mandatory) this season i made one out of pieces of the actual end poem

[woof-squiggles]

nitten adoption day!

(psst, you can fill out an adoption form here)

[illwilledomen]

Players

Players are clones. They serve a purpose — to rebuild human society, with new adaptations to protect against what killed them off before, like higher poison resistance, and bodies embrued with soul magic and experience absorption.

They were grown from the genetic material of their creators, genetically being a sort of mix between the child and the twin sibling of the people who created them.

They still have vague pseudo-memories from their “parent”, and spawn in with baseline memories of what things are, like a childs rudimentary understanding of Old World Languages (like standard galactic) and the names of colours and things.

Still, they emerged as newborns in an adult body, in a frightening alien world that has long since forgotten them. At the time of their conception, the humans who constructed them anticipated the world to still be ravaged and lifeless from withering as it had been at the time.

They had not anticipated, however, that the class of serfs that the original civilization had enslaved for manual labour had eked out a living and would rebuild from the ashes of their zealous oppressors and form a new identity as Villagers.

As a thousand years passed, the villagers formed their own history and left the memories of their oppression behind, prospering as the world crept back to newfound fertility.

The players had been built for a world that had not happened. They were born from memories in the dirt and woke up afraid, naked and confused, with no memories and a hodge-lodge identity consisting of a vague name and sense of abandonment. They were the old human’s forgotten pet-projects.

Players are born entirely sexless, while all other mobs are intersex & show both male and female sexual characteristics. Their bodies, faces and behaviour are starkly different to the villagers and illagers, and thus, are considered somewhat monstrous by them (not helped by the fact that they look similar to the undead). They are incorrectly associated with Endermen in many villager scriptures, who are similarly displaced and enigmatic.

[andyling]

THEY MIGHT BE DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE BUT GODDAMMIT THEY FOUND HAPPINESS WITH EACH OTHER AND CHOSE TO ENJOY THEIR TIME TOGETHER DESPITE THE INEVITABLE TRAGEDY AND THAT IS WHY I LOVE THEM

[jab-cab]

Reblog if you have a blog dedicated to Minecraft writing, roleplay, and/or art.

[enden-agolor]

have some stuff and things

[ask-dr-wormwood]

C-Candy? Can I has? -Misty

@playgroundmincraft

She had taken a break from all the walking she'd done. She didn't get many people who wanted to talk or take candy but that didn't really matter. Just seeing everyone enjoy the Halloween fun was nice.

However she noticed a little girl walk up to her, she didn't look like a villager. She tilted her head slightly. Then she was asked for candy by the little girl. She didn't want to give the potion affect candies to the girl for fear of her getting a bad affect. So she dug deep within her bag and pulled out a few butterscotch candy she had.

"Here you go little one." She said in a sweet and kindly tone as she handed the candy over to the little girl.

[littlesugarwords]

TWOOO of my cbr articles got published this week!! feel free to check this one out if you like minecraft!! i worked hard on this one 💛

[bubblegumleander]

Prompt: Damage Control

Series: The Next Adventure

Spider should have known something like this would have happened. She only spent a few nights in the village before making her way north when the swarm showed. Slow, moving decay of a mob with vines and flowers growing right through them. It would have been a cake walk for someone who can actually fight but Spider knew none of that.

She got lucky so far and has been thanking the Universe for that this whole time.

“We can’t just sit here and wait for them to move on,” said her roommate who has been stuck inside this house just as long as everyone else. “We have to fight back.”

Iron stands bravely in front of the door with one hand on their sword while the other reaches towards the door. Spider would have stopped them but this bed is quite comfortable plus there isn’t much that either one can do. 

It doesn’t matter if Iron goes out there or not, being part Iron Golem helps matters quite a bit. The problem is the fact that they expect Spider to help out as well. She can but she has no form and barely stands a chance against a single mob, let alone a whole swarm. Plus Spider has poor eyesight and it’s still day time outside.

Like there’s a lot of facts working against her at the moment.

“Lee-Ander?” Iron turns on their heels and stares the cave spider down. “We can’t just stand back and allow the swarm to overtake the village.”

“Then you go play hero,” Spider said as she rolled to face the wall while pulling the blanket over top of her. Instead of hearing the door open and the storming of iron boots, the blanket is suddenly pulled off of her. “Or I can come with you.”

Iron steps back and motion towards the door. “Thank you, I’ll owe you for this.”

Spider rolls her eyes while putting her boots on - struggling for a moment to tie the laces - and grabs her head lamp. Her sword sits innocently against the wall next to the bed. Mocking her. The sword never belonged to her but from someone a while back; she wonders if they made it out of the mansion or not. The name is still craved into the handle like a cruel joke that won’t leave her alone.

Blaze.

The cave spider grabs the sword before following the Golem out of the house.

“Let’s do some damage control, Iron.”

There was laughter that was filtered out by the sounds of the undead crawling all over the village. After all, what else is left to do at the end of the world?

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