GUYS HEAR ME OUT!!! ive been saying this since secret life but metaphor by the crane wives is so bigb coded!!!

"you cant trust a single thing i say" GUYS!!!!

Colors of Minecraft

Y’know, because this game isn’t weird enough/s

- Magic shows up in this ever shifting yellow-green, in experience orbs, in totem particles, in the freshly conjured up grass of a world (otherwise known as alpha green). It’s the color of energy not yet formed into solid items. Villagers are known to use emeralds, magic crystallized, to conjure up what they need (how else do you think they make certain things in the middle of the desert?). The items they trade usually retains the magic that made them, though what enchantment it presents as is rather random.

- The void in its gas state is full of color, if you can somehow bottle it and bring it out of the abyss, but it quickly deposits in light into the mineral known as bedrock. It’s also incredibly harmful to inhale due to most entities being made of what is essentially hard light, inflicting a rapid form of asbestosis quickly followed by death.

- Undefined material is the universe itself, and its color cannot be accurately depicted. People who frequently work on the development side of the world and thus often exposed to this color, have said it “can be generously called a purple and black checkerboard” and “an impossible shade of stygian green” depending on how long they have been looking at it. They also report migraines when exposed to it for prolonged amounts of time.

- The airs of the Nether has its color named Hellescent. The very atmosphere of the Nether is tinged with red, which throws up flashes of cyan in the glow of lava. This effect is heavily dependent on temperature, and in colder biomes of soulsand valleys and warped forests, the air turns completely cyan. This makes them rather unsafe areas for players and living mobs, as their body heat leaves trails of red fumes, ruining most attempts at stealth.

- THE OMNIPRESENT. This color keeps showing up. We don’t know what it means. We’ve found it in nether stars and end gateways and tridents and sea lanterns. What does it mean?

“Fairy godmothers start stories,” said the old woman. “I end them. It’s not a popular job, but fortunately I’m the only me they ever made.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, love, if you want, I can get you out of this dungeon right now and back home by morning.”

The dungeon went deathly silent. Through the high ceiling of stone and steel, she could hear the sound of the goblins marching.

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“But the chains—”

There was a silken hiss like falling sand. All that was left of the shackle was the angry, red welt around her ankle.

She stared. She said: “They have my sister—”

“Not to worry, dear,” said the old woman. “I can get her on our way out.”

“But the goblins—”

“Can’t do a thing about it. I do whatever I want – they all hate it, but they can’t stop me.”

“I signed a contract—”

“Oh, love, listen to me: I don’t care about contracts. I don’t care about quests or bargains or deals or wishes or riddles. If you want me to get you out of this story, then you’re out, no strings attached.”

There was a trickle of rainwater somewhere in the dungeon. Every drip echoed through the gloom.

She narrowed her eyes. “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe you.”

“You’re very wise.”

“What do you get out of this?”

The old woman sighed and shuffled back to sit against the stone wall. “Peace of mind, maybe,” she said. “A story is a terrible thing to bear for some.”

“How many people have you done this for?”

“Hundreds.”

“That’s a lot.”

“No, dear. Not nearly enough.”

“No strings attached?”

She heard the rainwater again, a distant, dark and echoing drip… drip…

And then – “Only one,” said the old woman. “There is a chance that someday, you’ll look back and realize that you’ll never know if you could’ve done it.”

She nearly laughed. “That’s all?” she said – and then she caught the look in the old woman’s eye.

There was something there that chilled her.

Drip… drip…

She pulled her knees up to her chest. “That doesn’t sound too bad,” she said quietly.

“And for some it isn’t,” said the old woman. It sounded like a very careful answer.

Drip… drip…

“If,” she said. “If I say no – what happens?”

“Then you save your sister and defeat the goblins,” said the old woman. “You become an unlikely heroine, and your story becomes the stuff of legends – or you die and your sister is lost forever. But no matter what, for the rest of your life, no matter how long that may be, you will know exactly how you did.

“It’s up to you, dear,” the old woman said. She rose stiffly and brushed the dirt from her gown. “Have you made up your mind?”

thinking about whale falls

(inspired by the work of @catadromously )

Dumb science fiction concept: the bomb that makes ghosts.

It doesn’t actually kill anyone, but its guts of clockwork crystal and brass release a burst of psychokinetic energy that resonates with any death that’s ever happened within the blast radius. If anything above the spectral weight of a dandelion has died in the past year in that area, its soul is pulled screaming back into the world of the living. The ghosts of ants. The ghosts of rats. The ghosts of birds and cats and dogs and neighbours, pulled into howling, shrieking unnatural undeath.

The practical application of this has yet to be determined.

Summer is well underway, which means it's time for JuFly!

The aspens have eyes and the trees bark.

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Everything I've Ever Written (on Tumblr)

(under construction as of May 2024)

I have been writing online since 2016. As a result, I have quite the few short stories listed below! They're all from different parts in my writing journey and I hope you enjoy.

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Cinderella Doesn't Believe in Fairy Tales

Destiny Universe

Heroes and Villains

The Fae:

The Chosen One

Witches

Devil Deals

Fairytale Retellings

The Gods

Sci-Fi

Misc Fantasy

Meta Stories

Ghost Stories

Misc.

((Part 2 but with most all the same categories))

Supernatural School

Heroes and Villains

The Fae

The Chosen One

Witches

Devil Deals

Fairytale Retellings

The Gods

Sci-Fi

Misc Fantasy

Meta Stories

Ghost Stories

Misc

Fanfic

(actively sobbing as I start part 3 of the monster. If these links ever break, I am going to lay on the floor and cry)

Heroes and Villains

The Fae

The Chosen One

The Gods

Witches

Devil Deals

Sci-Fi

Meta

Ghost Stories

Misc Fantasy

Misc

First Story Ever Posted:

Deep Water Prompt #3312

I sold my colors years ago, my vision now black and white, my skin leeched of pigment. Color is one of the last things you can sell, trapped in a debt of binding magic.   

I just wanted to test some effects

May use it more often

my hottest FR lore take is that filigree, opal, and gembond are all the exact same condition at different levels of severity

Hot take

Night furies are actually perfectly evolved for hunting and killing other dragons and the only reason they aren't a dragon-hunting species like the death song or deathgrippers are is because DreamWorks couldn't have their adorable main character dragon be a "cannibal"

(below I'm gonna try to summarize what we've figured out in a convo with friends on discord)

(also tw animal death via predator)

I go feral over angel motifs and dragons, so obviously @teethwitheyes101-blog’s newest skywing headcanon made me go insane.

White blue skywings are talked about like angels, so why not draw one?

oops i saw these lyrics and got immediately possessed by an art demon so uhhhhh HERE ENJOY THIS

AAAAAAA

i gave sketchfeathers a little more insight into the song (it's a love song from the perspective of a demon-infested house to the killer who will one day renovate it) and then THIS HAPPENED