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Sometimes I'm having trouble sleeping, then I realise that no one else on Minecraft had the ChristyCreative username dispite Christy being a common nickname and Creative being a gamemode.
It doesn't solve the sleep issues but it amazes me how no one else grabbed it before I did, no underscore or numbers needed
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.
(Not a shipping poll) Out of curiosity, I've put up this poll. Carving Vampire Tusks (Ivory in Oakhurst) has three possible endings planned so which one do you think should be the true end?
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Anyone else join a team that say they want to do a Minecraft roleplay where we're cats and then they do some things that crosses into uncomfortably weird territory so you feel like you want to dump them both in a lake until they can be comfortably cringe for once?
Just me? To be fair it was my fault for teaming with the two people who are known to be the weirdest on the server
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Im having trouble deciding if I should add truffle into the fic, on one hand we get Ivory and Truffle, on the other hand what if Ivory was human version of truffle? I will pick eventually but I want to know what you guys think
“Ivory, what would you say if I told you vampires were real?”
Her hand paused. It was not a question she had really considered. “Is this a real hypothetical or are you asking if I believe in them?”
“It's… real. Not a hypothetical at all.”
Ivory turned to face Pyro. His mouth was turned in a frown, his skin looked paler, eyes once blue where now a strange shade of pink like hers and his hair was a shade lighter than it should be. “You're not sick.” She observed aloud, testing the waters.
“Not anymore.” He agreed. “And you don't have to be either.” His arms opened for her. “Ivory, please don't fear me.”
“I'm not afraid of you, Mr Pyrosythe.”
Pyro wondered how true that was. He knew what she was like when anxious, but fear was something different. His brother had told him how Ivory had run into his room, out of breath and fumbling for words, was that the fear she should be showing here? Maybe the fear was overtaken by the power he held over her, after all he was his fathers child. Ivory could be afraid of him and he wouldn't be aware, his mind traveled back to the first time he saw her, following Seraptor into one of the rooms that was forbidden for staff to enter. Seraptor had fallen out of the room in front of him and Ivory just… stared like she was doing now. Was she afraid then?
Ivory turned her back to him, picking up her basket and throwing a new carrot into Truffle’s pen. “What would you like for lunch?” She asked.
“Lunch? O-oh uh, do we have raw meat?”
Ivory hummed in contemplation. “I don't know. I could look?”
I had this idea a while ago and I've been working on it daily. I'm going to upload it on ao3, this was the first scene I wrote and I'm still working on characterisation. Making a mix between the two pyro's is quite difficult. Would this be something people would read?
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