#BLAZETOBER DAY 7: BLAZE BUT c a n d y
Did I seriously take my time to draw and render a candy? Yes.
Do I even know how that type of candy is called? ...No.
...This looks oddly great too-


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#BLAZETOBER DAY 7: BLAZE BUT c a n d y
Did I seriously take my time to draw and render a candy? Yes.
Do I even know how that type of candy is called? ...No.
...This looks oddly great too-
nothing but me brainrotting abt my own sunsmp character i love them
“Happy birthday~
To me~🗿..”
Helo I’m back qwq
It’s been another artful year, starting with self-indulgent drawings and sketches, continuing with some commission work and finally ending with double zine duty! :^D
Thank you for sticking along, I’m already excitedly waiting for whatever 2023 will bring!
William: I fucking hate you
Phone guy: You're just jealous that Henry wants to sleep with me
William: What? No- why would I even be jealous of that!?
Costa Rica: I’m okay now ;w;
Maite: ¡Eres un soflamero! You’ve fell off a tree before! I’m sure you can handle a suitcase on you >:0
Costa Rica: My f e e l i n g s were hurt
Lazy or not, I can't just not nod,
For women and men, they are all the same,
For dealing with brain, that's so much less tame.
Scott always carries a little bit of red with him
It used to be a single poppy, way way back. It feels like years ago. No death, no war, no kingdoms or enemies or red eyed demons
Back when they lived in the flower fields, he pinned a poppy to his jacket, the same one Jimmy had given him in the cave.
“I’ve confessed my love!” The canary had said, and from then on they stuck together.
Time passed, their valley grew, their walls burned, Jimmy lost one, two lives, so fast, (too fast). Peaceful pranks turned into declarations of war, a king and his hand against a desert. Grian and Scott lost their first lives that day.
Jimmy lost his final.
Scott kept the poppy pinned to his vest, and when the time came and his eyes turned red, he took the opportunity to work as many poppies into his outfit as possible.
This is for you Jimmy, he thought as Skizz went down.
From then on, even as they started a new world, a different kind of world, he always kept a poppy in his pocket (or on his desk, or pressed between pages of a book, or woven into the decorations around his castle)
He wanted to run off, to take Jimmy and go build a hobbit hole somewhere else, but he and Jimmy both had kingdoms to run now, and people to take care of.
So he moved on (mostly)
Then, Xornoth came. His long lost family, his sibling, corrupted and evil, with glowing red eyes that reminded him too much of past enemies. And with Xornoth, came a insane sort of crazy. The server went absolutely wild, the dragon died, Shrub could barely move 5 feet without the demon attacking her, and don’t even get him started on whatever was happening with Joey
Eventually it all came to a close, and Xornoth was trapped in a gem.
A red gem.
He volunteered to take care of it, the last remaining piece of what was once his sibling.
He couldn’t help himself. He ordered the crystal made into a necklace, and he wore it everyday, his sibling resting against his collarbone.
Of course things happened, everything went to hell again, and the server ended, their stories told.
Right before he had died, he had visited Xornoth’s prison, stared at the broken ice, reflecting the blood red colour of the shards of crystal scattered around the cave. He had crouched down to examine one, a splinter of ruby against all the blue-white. Without even realizing what he was doing, he palmed it and shoved it in his right pocket, the one that held the poppy.
Now, in Caves and Cliffs vs. he doesn’t have a husband or a sibling, no allies or kingdoms, no flower fields or icy cliffs. Neither are supposed to matter anymore, by minecraft rules both are long gone. He shoves his hands in his pockets and moves on (mostly)
(The poppy and the crystal are still in his pocket, reminders of past lives, tragedies and sunny days and cold winds and warm hearts)
If anyone asks, Scott’s favourite colour is still cyan. If it just so happens his second favourite is red (poppy red, ruby red) well that’s nobody’s business.