#lorepost

In my headcanon for Minecraft the majority of mobs share a very recent common ancestor with a slime-mold adjacent organism called the "root node," meaning most mobs (villagers, illagers, skeletons, zombies, mooshrooms, others) are fungoid/plantoid-appearing creatures.

Villagers are among the most complex of them all, boasting an intricate method of expression through extendable facial "petals" (thin, mostly transparent membranes) that shift in color, pattern, and intensity to express a vast and dynamic field of emotions. The protrusions on their head resembling eyebrows and a nose light up in patterns to convey information. Conversation is occasionally emphasized by vocal cues (the iconic "hrms").

While impossible to translate standard villager conversation into something intelligible to humans without advanced technology, Steve is the most "fluent in villager," with a baseline understanding of what different colors mean on a villager's petals and even dyed paper cards to replicate the expressions himself. He also has established a rudimentary sign language with the nearby village.

Steve works with a certain villager he's nicknamed The Language Guy, or "TLG," to propose new signs or revise existing ones. TLG distributes language updates to the village when they happen. TLG is the most "fluent in human," so they are the village's Steve equivalent when it comes to diplomacy with humans. They are also working on writing a book with every established sign and its definition. Since villagers don't have a written language yet, it consists of easily interpreted pictograms.

Humans and villagers have rather shallow avenues of communication due to their complete lack of intuition about each other's natures. However, due to their frequent interactions, TLG and Steve are very close friends for creatures with a compatibility gap bigger than the Grand Canyon.

Alex would really like to learn about all of this, but she's not quite got the hang of it yet.

You were only a child. They should have been watching you.

Scape twists around, accidentally landing on their back, only to feel a sharp jab of pain, leading to a fitful awakening.

something.. wrong.

nails claws scrape at the ground beneath them as they manage to flop over on their belly.

everywhere... buzzing. ..back hurts.

there's a prickling feeling along their neck and shoulders, but they ignore it, trying to go back to sleep.

with no energy, there isn't another option.

... they'll likely sleep tomorrow too.

It's almost like something is burning away all their energy, no matter what food they find.

the sensible part of their brain tells them they're still sick and it's probably just their immune system.

most robot masters use some sort of coolant to get heat out of their components, which is the fluid spilled when robot masters "bleed". this coolant is often strongly colored to aid in identification and locating of leaks in the cooling system but also gives a considerably gory impression to such failures or injuries.

I collected some divine lore for Fighting to be Loved in a little document... Meaning I finally figured out how divine genes pass down and stuff. It's kinda fun lol

Also featuring the ftbl canon birth order of the olympians and their sacred animals just because.

I would love feedback if things make sense cos this came like straight from my head with no peer review XD

Mitzy's true origin is lost to time, and possibly tragedy.