I draw mostly Hermitcraft and Traffic Smp fanart, with occasionally my own ocs and other fandoms.
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Please feel free to send asks for questions or requests or just whatever you want!
I'm always looking for more excuses to draw my silly block men and women, but DON'T ask for anything nsfw, I will simply ignore you :)
If you want to be friends/moots, ask! Please! I'm always happy to have more friends and people to talk to. Promise I don't bite, it's extremely hard to actually annoy me.
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#uno answers - answering asks
#uno reblogs - any reblogs (really just conversations)
#uno arts - all my art
#uno speaks - just talkn
#uno writes - my writing! any fics I post here
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I have a side blog for just my sketches if you want to see more of my art! @ender-blade
Jimmy tried to fight as the Watchers brought him in, but all he could really do was cry. Pearl was dead, the Watchers had dragged her corpse into a bin, not even bothering to clean the place before they picked another victim.
Jimmy wasn't sure how, but he had mustered the courage to scream, to lunge for the Watchers.
That courage had abandoned him now, when he needed it most.
They hauled him onto the press, the metal walls blocking him from escaping, and began to turn the crank.
Tango and Martyn screamed his name in unison over the speakers, and he screamed back, desperate for their help in this hell but knowing he didn't want them in this danger either.
He curled up on the "floor" in the puddle of her blood, her cracked ulna still there on the floor, which he cuddled up with, seeking safety.
The press closed agonizingly slow, and Jimmy found himself counting the seconds.
1...2...3...
He was dying here.
4...5...6...
He didn't want to die.
7...8...9...
Did he?
10...11...12...
He wasn't sure
13...14...
"AAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!!!!"
Jimmy didn't know why he screamed. The press had barely just touched him, but his skin sparked green magic at the contact and he acted so pathetic.
Martyn screamed for him, sounding like he was crying, which was so unlike Martyn, "Jimmy!"
The Watchers looked furious.
The crank was pulled harder, and Jimmy felt the press squeezing him, felt his ribs crushing inwards. Agony shot through him and he wailed for Martyn, for Grian, for Scott, for Tango, for anyone to save him.
His ribs pierced his heart, and everything went black.
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they warned me about those stairs bro...
tagging @rabbitmotifs @morgue-ruins @garydose @theghoulofme @aloe-vera-ghost (sorry i cant remember who else has tagged me in things before... but everyone who wants to should do it anyway... at least i actually tagged people this time)
congratulations you tagged me first!!!! no I do not have purple hair irl I made the picrew out to be like. sona-ish. both under cut as quote is suggestive (I turned on sfw + nsfw because Fuck It)
tags: @peskybirdonyx @aries0nmars @strawbxrrypies @saunteredvaugelydownwards @deltenner + open
oh yay! I saw this one recently and wanted to do it, but then I wasn't tagged and I just didn't bother. now I have an excuse to! this is my first time doing a picrew since Aries did my persona, so I tried to emulate that, but it wouldn't let me dip dye my hair, so that's the only difference. oh that and I made her some type of fairy-elf thing. berry is a nature fairy now canon :)
I wrote this in like ten minutes and have not edited it at all, soo.. yeah have fun lmao, I think it's at least okay.
Very angsty, tw for character death.
“Wait!” Martyn cries out, scrambling to raise his shield. His eyes are still locked onto Ren's lifeless body a few feet away, unable to tear them away. “Wait, please, let me be with him when you kill me!”
Scar freezes, sword still raised up. “What-?”
“Let me be with Ren,” Martyn says, begs, tears glistening in his red eyes.
Hesitating, Scar looks over to Grian, who's stood a little ways away. They have what looks like silent conversation that Martyn can't understand, then Grian sighs. “Alright, fine. We might be enemies but I'm not cruel.” He relents.
Martyn immediately scrambles up, discarding his shield to the ground before rushing over to his king. Dropping to his knees, Martyn's hands hover for a moment before carefully shifting to hold Ren close in his arms. The tears finally start to trail down his cheeks as he carefully brushes a strand of hair out of Ren's face.
Following him over, Scar stands behind Martyn. The sight is bittersweet to watch. After all, Scar and Grian have won. They slayed the Red King, took down his “army,” but seeing Martyn hunched over Ren's dead body, tears falling.. it's hard to watch. Hard to feel good about. “Ready?” Scar asks after a few long moments, giving Martyn at least a moment to grieve and the decency of knowing when his death will come.
With one last deep breath, Martyn shifts to hold Ren a bit closer, leaning down until his forehead is resting against Ren's still chest. No heart beating, no rise and fall with every breath. Dead. Gone.“Goodbye, my liege.” He whispers, voice cracking and skewing his eyes shut.
Martyn feels the sword plunge into his back, but it only hurts for a moment before everything goes numb. He lays there, slumped over his king's lifeless body, his own fading away now. It's a slow death, left bleeding out for what feels like ages after Scar and Grian leave. But Martyn is glad for that, because it means he gets one final moment alone with Ren. Laying silently. Tangled together as if one person.
As darkness begins to creep into Martyn's vision, heart slowing and breath shallowing, the last thing he sees is Ren’s face. The man almost looks peaceful like this, as if he's only sleeping. With a small smile tugging at the corner of Martyn's lips, he lets his eyes close for the last time.
@peskybirdonyx and also @multishipper33 because I thiink you like treebark as well? Feel free to smite me if I'm wrong tho
It's an incredible ongoing fan project that (IIRC) is written, composed, and sung all by the same person, but I'd say it has the same quality or more as an actual mainstream musical
