This is my blog for all things Minecraft: Story Mode. I'll post a lot of my art here as well as posting my AUs and Headcanons. I will also do roleplays based off of the Meme Team!AU. Original account is NightshadeArtist.
Might as well start this off with a bang! This little cutie is Pama, a very different version of who we saw in MCSM: Episode 7. And they aren’t quite PAMA yet, at this stage, they’re just a child. PAMA is older, in the 16-21 range. (The image is a reference guid incase anyone wants to draw them. Notify me if you do, i’d love to see em!)
This blog will now be accepting questions towards Pama. And I will be posting the whole AU info later in the day. Their tag is computer-kxd if you want to track it.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, and I’d like to apologize for that. I’m going to attempt to be more productive, even with school coming up. I might even do writings, some fan art and a couple more things. My main blog is: @nightshadeartist.
Thank you for your time in reading this.
(Note: Any past asks that I’ve received have been deleted.)
Do to a current lack of interest in MCSM, i will be taking a hiatus until the next episode. I will, however still be active on my main account @nightshadeartist
Contains some slight blood, nothing extremely violent.
Which one?
I have many memories, ones that I oh so wish that I could forget. But even I cannot escape the memories that left the deepest scars, even if they did not leave them physically, but emotionally. I have watched so many die before me, many friends, innocents too; who didn’t deserve it, slain in an instant or in many weeks and months. They never deserved it, but maybe I should have tried harder.
(Note: A few weeks ago when I was in school after browsing tumblr and this story idea wouldn’t leave my head. It’s short of course, but it was pretty fun to do some fandom related writing again, even if it’s my character being used. Enjoy friends~)
The story is under the read more!
There was a loud echoing crack of displaced air that the shattered the calm afternoon. The noise sending birds cawing frantically into the sky in a flurry of wing beats from their perches on the trees. The leaves were blown around violently as the winds swirled around in a maelstrom before fading off with seconds of it’s appearance as if it were nothing more than a mere ghost.
As the leaves finally stopped falling. Night stood in a plume of red sparks, the embers swirling around charring the ground around her before fading out. Energy white and hot crackled around her, and she wrinkled her nose at the heavy smell of ozone and burnt plant matter that lingered in the air. Not to mention the slight static that radiated out from her position. Shrugging off the slight exhaustion from traveling between worlds, she looked around to observe her surroundings.
She was in a decent sized clearing, the green grass was a thick winding carpet that went up to her ankles, swaying in the light breeze. Trees of varying sizes and shapes with gnarled trunks covered in mosses and lichens; while dull green vines were draped around from the branches. Were surrounding the small area in a halo.
However, despite all of the greenery, everything felt off.
And ‘off’ was the only term that she could describe it as. Something was darker here, more dangerous than the world she had just left. And as the more she thought about it, the more familiar the feeling became, like the equivalent of a bad memory. She never was good with the sensory techniques as it wasn’t her forte, as she wasn’t a fighter for nothing. But she still had enough of an understanding of the concept to extend her abilities outwards; blanketing the surround area in her magic in order to try and recognize the feeling.
It was so familiar, the words caught at the tip of her tongue. Eventually the word came to her mouth, tasting bitter and toxic.
“Witherstorm” the word were whispered softly in English, and the feeling suddenly made sense.
Only the Witherstorm had such a dark and imposing energy, aside from the mess of dark energy that radiated out from the End. The Witherstorm’s energy was everywhere saturated into the earth. But even the feeling of the Witherstorm’s energy was off as well. It was still dark yes, but nowhere near as choking or as suffocating as the original’s. If anything it seemed as if the “Storm” or what was left of it, was close nearby. Placing her hand onto the one of the hilts of the swords at her hip. She slowly drew out one of the two blades from its sheath with an almost silent shink! noise. The black blade glinted in the light from the sun, and she brought it forwards.
Taking a soft inhale of breath, she began to step forwards. Moving as silently as she could from years of combat. Her ears and eyes were alert as she carefully picked her away around the trees. A loud rustling caught her attention from one of the nearby bushes and her shoulders tensed up ready to attack at a moment's notice. A soft mew caught her attention and she allowed her shoulders to relax as an ocelot hopped out of said bush. It was a sandy brown color with plenty of dark grey spots on it’s pelt. One of the most notable facts about the small kitten was it’s blue eyes and the scrap of blueish fabric that was wrapped around it’s neck.
For some reason the sight of it sent warning bells going off in her head. Keeping the sword at the ready, it quickly bounded over to her and began to rub against her boots purring softly. She looked down at it and concentrated, a few images flashed through her mind but didn’t seem to have any significance to exactly why this kitten seemed to have her on edge. She reached down and was about to gently scratch it’s small head when it suddenly perked up and bounded away into the bushes. It paused as it was about to leap into another bush and looked over at Night as if asking why she wasn’t following it.
It suddenly clicked into place, a missing piece of the puzzle finally revealing the entire image. Of course this would be her luck. Of course it’d be Luke (or Lukas whatever the kit was going by now) as in Wither!Jesse’s pet ocelot that she would encounter. While she was strong enough to deal with this ‘version’ of Jesse it probably wasn’t the best course of action. The chance of killing him and interrupting what was going on in this world’s timeline would be difficult feat. And this wasn’t her world anyway, there was no point in messing around in a world where she never existed. And if he got her weapons…..
“Nope.” She said blankly in quick minecraftian. “I don’t have time for this. Nuh uh nnnnnope.”
Reaching into her [INVENTORY] she pulled out an enderpearl, the round sphere fitting into the palm of her hand. She turned away from the kitten and gathered the winds around the pearl and chucked it as far as she could, the wind propelling high over the trees. Waiting for it to hit the ground she leveled a glare at the kitten. Who stared back with wide blue eyes.
“Fuck that” She said vehemently and disappeared in a shower of purple sparks.
“A Platonic couple was seen trekking through the nether, and was spotted being complete dorks. More info about that today at 7:00 pm, Now back to you Barbara!”
OOC: For the entire week i will be taking crackships featuring Night, based upon HS quadrants. Guide: Platonic= <> , Romance= <3, Hateship= <3<, and Auspistice= 08< (requires two others). Will end on Feb 8 12:00 CT.
(Due to my asks not being received properly I had to copy and paste what my friend wanted to say.)
“Well hello Mr. Talkative….. As much as I hate….using unorthodox methods to…get information out of…people, but the chance was….too hard to pass up…. So, what’s in that….journal of yours hmm? We all know about….those pictures of the “Nerd”…. aka Jesse in there” Nights says with a teasing grin as she looks down at the shorter Minecrafter.
So I figured that It’d be best to create a color palette of my MCSM self, so that if anyone wanted to draw her with the correct color palette, then here you go!
(And it’s for the sake of my own sanity, because finding the colors over and over again can get extremely tiring.)
There are some notes written over certain colors so you know where to place the colors. I hope that this helps.
I drew the asshole child for some practice yesterday. Sure it’s a similar lighting affect for the Jewel ‘n Night picture. But I like the look of it so mehh. It’s transparent, feel free to drag him around.
The jackets are based slightly off of @romaheroic’s, so i’m gonna credit her here.
Headcannon Note: The Ocelots would totally have color coded jackets (the green ‘o’ in the grey ‘O’ ), and no one can tell me otherwise. (As well as their first initial near the neckline.)
(Note: The image is transparent! Drag it around if you’d like!)
It wasn’t all that often that the Meme Team leader got to visit her adopted children. With all of the events going on with the Witherstorm, and dealing with two of her smols being....sick. There was never enough time to mess around with the certain coding that she needed to reach the last of her children. However it seemed that today, she would get lucky.
She spotted her adopted child long before the other could see her, grinning at the flustered look one her face, and the easily recognizable blonde walking away. It wasn’t hard to connect the dots.
“So…. Lukas huh? If you told me….. I would….. have planned….. the wedding already.” She said, internally wincing at how rough her voice was.
Basically in the MCSM group chat we were discussing AU’s. While my fave is the Kiddie AU, the Robots!AU is a close second, tied with the Meme Team AU.
Reuben is a 34-A2 model quadrupedal robot based upon one of the more common mobs in the northern sector of minecraftia: to sum it up a pig. Reuben has been coded with masculine programming. while Reuben himself is made out of tough plating and reinforced parts that can allow him to survive explosions, and falls. If his body does get destroyed you can simply place his memory files and coding into another 34-A2 model body.
