i love you minecraft youtube, i love you minecraft storytelling, i love you improvised minecraft roleplay, i love you non traditional media, i love you block men who have literally made me shed tears, i love you medium that allows for use of imagination, i love you incredible and devastating plots delivered via silly mc mechanics
Okay so I'm working on this fic, fighting to try get as many scenes written as possible when life threw itself on its head. So until I'm ready to upload chapter 2, here are some scenes I've written to try convince more people to read and comment to give myself a motivation boost.
Scene 1:
Ivory flinched at the sight of the monster. A creature hidden in the corner of her vision, maskeraiding as a human. An entity of the dark, one that hides in plain sight. She hadn't talked to the monster, why would she? This creature is not something she would like to exist around. Mister Pyrosythe did not force her to be around the creature, for that she was thankful. She would rather stay in the unfinished home and feed Mister Pyro and Miss Apo’s pet.
Then again, Ivory would love to spend all day looking after Truffle so it was really no comparison.
Scene 2:
Avid took Pyro aside. “Ivory’s a vampire!” He spat through gritted teeth.
“Well that's preposterous.” Pyro mocked. “I knew Ivory before I even came to Oakhurst.”
“W- well she could have hidden it.”
“Are you saying that I don't care for my assistant enough to see if she's eating regularly?” He accused.
“I- no but you can't tell me that everything she does is normal! She asks to enter people's homes-”
“She's being polite.”
“She doesn't go anywhere near silver-”
“Blatantly false, she will hold silver if asked of her.”
“She has white hair!”
“Her hair colour isn't any more unnatural than your eyes, Avid. There are more medical conditions being discovered every day, which is to say that the supposed vampirism isn't one of those.” Pyro pinched the bridge of his nose. “If you're truly worried about Ivory, I'll take her to Legs for a quick check. Satisfied?”
"Are you sure he's trustworthy?” Avid probed.
Pyro’s nails pricked the inside of his palms. “I don't know what you want from me.”
Scene 3:
When Owen first saw someone with white hair walking in the woods, his heart almost started to beat again. He knew it wasn't Louis but the sight of a stage 3 vampire meant a chance at some kind of connection.
His wounds in his metaphorical chest still felt fresh and he originally followed in hopes of killing the humans who awoke him. The white haired girl had been following them, maybe trying to wait out a meal.
She wasn't alerted to his presence until he stepped on a twig. To his surprise she had a large mark over her face, he tried to rationalise it in his mind, after all his skin was cleared after his turning. It must have been a holy water burn or some silver was held against her, either way the images that flashed in his mind were not pretty. Her eyes were less of a blood red and more of a drained pink. Owen wondered if she was a fledgling and if so, who turned her. “Are you here to see the tower too?” The woman asked him.
Saw the tweet, the concept of Simon putting his hair up GRAHAGHA, it has me in such a chokehold bro istg, imma draw iron lung grace later.
Also i need more adrian and simon interacting
The other two pictures below the top one are my own interpretations of a bloodymary swap au
Yknow the lil fanfic trope where a character, usually non-human, purrs like a cat. In this case it would obviously be Rocky but what if it was Grace instead hear me out-