A Moment Of Rest

With the Vengeance Saga out and listening to it on repeat, I’ve gotten this thought of after the end of Six Hundred Strike, just a small comic for fun

So yeah, i really didn't vibe with the whole idea of Polites also being there in the trauma visual of Odysseus being pulled down by the weight of those who died, so i redrew the scene as Polites and the souls of everyone else trying to push him up Just self indulgent stuff to feel happies again

“hey, what’s that under your cape?”

“….a smoothie.”

good morning c!bedrockbros nation<3

siblings 🤷

thinking about it c!techno, but when he was a little lad. a piglin born in the nether, obviously. But sometimes? Sometimes he turns into a weird cresture he sees when they come to trade gold with the older piglins in his sounder. He looks like them, not all the way though. He has his ears and his hooves.

He wanders a little ways away from the bastion, transformed into the weird furless creature he sometimes is. But this time he hears a really loud gasp and suddenly he’s being fawned over by a weird guy with what looks like feathery appendages on his back, which kinda freaks techno out.

He can’t understand him, can’t speak what he hears the older piglins call “common” and so he’s at an impasse with this strange guy.

Said strange guy proceeded to pull him through an even stranger portal, and suddenly everything is *very* bright.

Hes confused but the weird guy is kinda nice and feeds him, so he stays.

some snippets of my upcoming stucky fanfic

I was gonna save this for Halloween but ehhhhhh

Technoblade hears Voices

Well this is where doodling got me. A short comic of my favorite scene from the Dream SMP. I loved this scene and imagining what the characters expressions were. Probably gonna a part 2 for this later.

introduction 🪐

hi everybody! my name is vic ! im a writer in the mcu fandom, and

I use he/him pronouns!

i am mothb00bies on ao3!

i am mothb00bies on twt!

c!tommy dying the white streak in his hair pink, he’d much rather share that resemblance with somebody worthy of it. he looks in the mirror and sees technoblade in the delicately dyed lock, thinks of him as he sits cross legged in the bathroom floor dying the strand when it grows pale