This is a first draft blurb of the story I’m writing based of my recent SMP post and it’s very late where I live so sorry if this is bad. Also this is the first time I’ll be posting my writing publicly anywhere so please don’t kill me.
Puffy quickly drew her sword and wiped around, as if second nature, she shifted into a defensive stance. Her eyes were locked onto the nearby underbrush.
“I know you’re there, come out!”
Slowly the forms of George, Sapnap, and Skeppy exited the dense brush. They were geared up, their armor and weapons clanking quietly, the enchantments making them shimmer. Puffy’s grip on her sword grew tighter, she wasn’t going to let anyone stop her from saving her son
“If you’re here to stop me, you’ve got another thing coming.”
It’s happened a good few times where I’ll sit there and muse on life and love and wonder if any of it holds meaning or if love is even real. But stuff like this reminds me that even if I can’t see it, the world is brimming with love in its many forms.
lately i’ve been thinking abt how love maybe doesn’t exist. like,,, people pretend to be in love to feel better about themselves.
then i remembered that philza minecraft said he doesn’t regret dying to the baby zombie in his hardcore world because it gave him enough exposure to bring kristin to him so they could get married
then i kept thinking, about tommy and tubbo planning on moving in together after tommy graduates
sapnap, dream and george planning on moving in together when they’re able
ranboo donating over $100k to the trevor project for his cousin
dream wanting to wait to face reveal until he’s with george
wilbur calling tommy his best friend
wilbur helping tommy ‘break into his office’ for his vlog
wilbur getting out of bed just to talk to tommyinnit
karl, george, sapnap, dream and quackity falling asleep over a vc call
ranboo making sure to warn his chat about jump scares, flashing lights, and potential triggers
maybe love isnt dead
Here’s a combo of 25 and 26! Autumn and Artificer, my newest DND character Josriel. He’s a fey eladrin/human gunslinger-warlock.
“You were a wonderful experience.”
“You were…everything.”
Puffy pacing around, fighting with the idea of her innocent baby being so vile. She’s adamant that it can’t really be him, that something is forcing him to this, that it might be someone that is pretending to be Dream. Yet everyone else is telling her let it go and in a moment of pure despair and frustration she punches a hole in the wall.
She storms off before anyone can say anything. She finds herself at a small pond, she sits down to try and calm down. Yet as she begins to feel more at ease a mother duck and her ducklings swim by. She loses whatever composure she had left.
During a fight with Dream, Puffy tries something risky. She’s standing in front of Dream, she drops her sword and her shield. “My little duckling, it’s me, it’s mama.” The nickname gets through for a moment, “Mom?”, the relief Puffy feels is replaced by terror when Dream steps back, shaking his head, mumbling something in a voice that not his own in a language unrecognizable. Storm clouds brew fast overhead as the ground under Dream withers. Puffy can see his veins turn black from the rips in his sleeves.
Puffy has barely a moment to react when Dream lets out an inhuman shriek and swings his axe at her head. She dodges out of the way, but the axe blade slices her ear.
And with a crash of lightning, Dream is gone.
Somewhere behind her Technoblade mumbles in disbelief. “Dreamon.”
Why did I make this
This post broke my phone, as I tried to scroll past everything froze. My phone wouldn’t even turn off
some of you are abusing the power of kungpowpenis
Finally finished these two! This is Thermal and Avalanche!
Originally drew them as style and shading tests
artfight 2024 mass attack! :D!
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Song: blood // water by grandson
I WATCHED THE CLIP
IM LOSING IT
I WAS THINKING THIS WAS GONNA HAVE A TRAGIC ENDING CAS WOULD CONFESS AND BE AT HIS HAPPIEST ONLY TO BE TAKEN BY THE EMPTY
THE EMPTY SAID IT WOULD RECLAIM CAS WHEN HE WAS HAPPIEST CAS CONFESSED HE WAS PROTECTING DEAN HE WAS WORRIED DEAN WOULD REJECT HIM SO HE WAS HAPPY HE GOT TO SAY IT AND NOT GO THROUGH THE HEART BREAK
I CALLED IT MONTHS AGO I KNEW IT WAS GONNA BE SAD
IM DYING-