#iris smp

[void-chorus]

[iris smp ask] where did you... come from?

<void> it depends on what you mean by “me”. 

<void_> …that sounds so fucking pretentious. 

<void_c> uh. i had a house before this one, on a server all by myself. it was nice for a while. it was also lonely. i tried to find some other places to stay, with more people, but. i couldnt seem to stick around. none of them ever fit. and then i met cosmic! and they invited me here! i like it here, itz nice. id like to stay a while. 

[happy-mountain-goats]

do you guys like my parkour course :D

[happy-mountain-goats]

[dismp] why did you come here?

Promises, promises, promises...

"I'll always come back, or we'll go together, wherever we go."

"Yeah. Together sounds nice."

"Together."

Deltarune Chapter 3 // Screenshots from own gameplay // making a new fwiend :3 | Iris SMP

[void-chorus]

There's something rotting upstairs. (Cosmic's first journal, Iris SMP) the rot in her attic is spreading, and it looks the same as i do. (void's journal, Iris SMP)

late chrismas gift for @happy-mountain-goats !!! itz been so so much fun playing mc together and doing lore, so i thought id draw some of it!!

version without the effects over top:

and, reference screenshot:

[happy-mountain-goats]

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your latest fanfics (or up to if you have less!) & tag 10 people.

i was tagged by @irrealisms <3 tagging: @derww @blubfishblue @graymer @princezamlovesthedishwasher @ros-is-writing @noxious-amillion @whatareyoudoingwithamaserati @deathly-shipper @pyrriax @void-chara (you figure it out with art)

soft landing (Iris SMP) You’re laying by the Void Below, one arm hanging over the edge of the bedrock ledge, staring up at the hole above, thinking about nothing.

Unlucky Skin (Lifesteal) There's something wrong with me. 

static (Iris SMP) It’s not the first time you’ve killed them.

Circles (Lifesteal) The worst part about their town was the heat.

Rescue Mission (Lifesteal) "Damn, you really are pathetic."

The Secret Life of Daydreams (Lifesteal) "I just can't stand him, Jumper, he's absolutely infuriating!"

Young at Heart (Lifesteal) Subz wants Zam.

It'll Pass (Lifesteal) It starts in his hand this time.

Trespasser In Your Own World (Lifesteal) If Subz was grateful for anything on this climb, it was that her coat was still intact.

Through the Tides (Lifesteal) “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

[void-chorus]

streamer isnt back yet so ive started roleplaying. if he wont appear then i will appear him mysel;f

[void-chorus]

just had gay sex in minecraft (got spawnkilled a bunch)(consensual)

[happy-mountain-goats]

[Iris smp] my love, what happened to your eyes?

A number of responses flit through your head when they ask the question, ranging from ‘It’s nothing dear, don’t trouble yourself,’ to ‘Oh you're one to talk!’

You choose neither of those, not really wanting to deflect but certainly not looking for conflict. You simply ask instead,

“Which time?”

When you first find your way into the world your eyes are brown. They take in the sights of the land as you cross it on foot and in your boat. They see the staircase in flickering blue flames as you descend to the depths of the earth and then further still, far below. They’re still brown as you fall, as the wind does nothing to catch you, filling your ears with whispers.

When you wake up in bed, your eyes are a purple so deep they could blend in with the Void below the ground. They stay purple as you flee to the edge of the world, they stay dark as you dig and dig and dig. You forget that your eyes used to be the same color as the dirt you spend day and night shoveling away, soon only ever knowing the deep color now set in your irises.

That color follows you from world to world, never shifting. Until, suddenly, one changes. Purple transforms to sickly cyan to match the parasite clinging to your arm. You feel the pit in your stomach twist as it glows in time with the sculk that's twisted its way through your skin, branching all the way up your neck. A single tendril has curled its way up to press against your left eyelid. You wonder when it'll finally slip under and take another piece of you for itself.

You try to forget it, ignore it, find something else to set your worries onto, which of course leads you again to the bottom of the world. The sounds of pistons and levers and TNT fill your ears as you both dig and dig and dig. Void clears away the debris as you try to pick bits of bedrock out of your nails, when you both fall silent. Wind rushes up through the hole in the bottom of the world.

You both jump, even though there's still more to clear away. You've waited so long to fall like this again that you just can't stand another moment without it. You keep your eyes open as the ground rushes away from you far above, as wind rushes up to claim you again. But there's still more to break, so you have to be satisfied with just once for now.

You can't stay away for long. You fall again and again, your death count creeping higher and higher until it's at a number you know you can't come back from. And still, you fall.

You don't know when the change happened this time. Maybe it was gradual, maybe it was sudden, but your right eye has changed to something you don't recognize. The iris seems a brighter purple now, but that might just be how it looks against the deep black sclera. It's shocking when you first catch a glimpse of your reflection in the glass you're placing, but you're slowly getting used to the sight.

Your eyes will surely change again before you leave this world behind like the other's, so you take it in stride. You're nearly curious what will happen to them next.