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How doing

A incredible time to ask this, anon, I say in a not-mad-at-you-albeit-I-am-being-sarcastic-here

I was texting my mother and something she said cut a little too deep than it should have done (about my tone when replying to something she had said). I apologise, explain I have had a shit day

The shit day in question:

- I lost my nana on my birthday last Sunday and got told the day after

- Since then I have been a downright wreck and had to have the week off from volunteering. Today was also no exception. I felt awful the entirety of today, my sertraline is likely running overtime due to this

- My family at home do know that I have struggled with this news, but I don't think they realise how much more it can hurt when you are alone in this situation, isolated from everyone else. There is no community around me to help

- I contemplated calling my mother when I knew she would be awake for support and now that is no longer an option. I just cannot interact with her for a while, I need some space and so I lose a desperately-needed voice of support during all this (she is the only family member I really only speak to)

I have been so close to tears the entire day and this frankly tips it over the edge. I love her so much, I just wish I could speak to her right now

Seeing him lie motionless on the floor... She finally understood what drove him to make that horrific mistake 3,000 years ago.

I want to continue my “rant” about weird deaths in hetalia. Greece has died from chemicals but in a weird way, there used to be a prince of Greece in WW1 that loved wearing colourful socks, back then they used certain chemicals that if they go in your bloodstream you will die. So he went to the zoo and a fucking monkey bit him on his ankle and the chemicals went in him and died. Now that I am talking about ww1 there used to be a syphillis(how tf do you write that?)pandemic, so the government of every nation thought if they should or shouldn’t give condoms to their soldiers. Most did bc they knew that the soldiers would have sex despite told not to but the British decided not to do that. Yeah well 27% of Canadian soldiers caught syphillis, not bc they wanted to leave the war(that’s why other people caught syphillis, just to escape)but bc they wanted to have sex. Canada definitely caught an STD in ww1 but has kept it a secret. Also just found out that 2 presidents of France have died from a stroke during sex. Goddamn it France.

The splashtext “Technoblade Never Dies!” has been added to Minecraft!

ALT

I will miss you, Techno

Another post about Technoblade.

I'm up at 1am crying and rewatching "so long nerds" as well as the vod of Wilbur and Philza talking about Technoblade.

Technoblade had obviously come to terms with his death. He told Wilbur, Phil, and Tommy not to visit him after Vidcon cause he knew he wouldn't be sticking around. He wrote his last video. He made merch. He knew death was near. Yet he spent some of his final moments writing a goodbye to his fans. He loved his fans. He made sure we got to finally see his face and know his name. He loved his fans and he made it clear even when he was dying. He would chose to be Technoblade again if he had 100 more lives. He would choose to make content for us

Watching Technoblades dad talk about his final moments breaks my heart. Technoblade was fighting for so long. Stage four cancer is rough, and he still fought. Hearing his dad say "Alex, you don't have to do anything else. You've done so much for so many people. Millions of people. And if you want to now, you can rest" hurts so much. He was fighting and waiting for things to get better so that he could make a video for us, his fans. He wrote his final video 8 hours before passing. In his final moments, he wrote a video for us. No parent should have to make their sons final video. Hearing his father say "I miss Technoblade" shatters my soul. I know it must have hurt him so badly to have to tell 12 million people that the person that made content for them passed away. That his son has passed away. My heart goes out to Technoblade family and I hope that they are coping well in this very difficult time.

Wilbur and Philza talking about Technoblade is both happy and heart shattering. Technoblade was funny and brought joy to his friends and fans. Wilbur saying that he felt so wierd because his world had stopped turning while everyone else was living normally hit me hard. He put what I'm feeling into words. My world has stopped because one of my inspirations has died, but everyone around me is living their normal lives. Hearing that Tommy never got to meet Technoblade hurts. Tommy looked up to him and he never will get the chance to meet him. My heart goes out to SBI and all of Technoblades friends. I hope they are doing well and are learning to cope well in this difficult time.

I know that from the afterlife, Technoblade is probably laughing about how hard we are all crying. He's probably memeing on all of us right now. I hope he's finally at rest in the afterlife. That he's no longer fighting and struggling. That he's watching all of us in the mortal realm and knowing how much good he did. How many people he impacted.

Rest In Peace Technoblade, Alexander, The Blood God, Flowergirl29, or anything we have known him as. Rest in Peace, you deserve it.

Context

I’ve spent a few days wondering whether or not I should reblog memorial posts for Technoblade on this blog. However, he and everything he did for his fans, friends, family, and the mcyt community is important to me - so here they shall go.

I’ve tried a couple times to write a proper farewell post of my own, but was never able to get it quite right. The reblogs I’ve chosen are the closest I could find to express how I feel about the news and his legacy. I may reblog more as time goes on.

Rest easy, Blood God. You will be missed but never forgotten.

If you can, please consider donating to the Sarcoma Foundation of America. He really believed in all of the work they do.

A tribute to Techno has been added to the Java Minecraft Launcher.

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A cropped screenshot of the current banner displayed on the Java Minecraft launcher. It shows Steve and Alex running out of a cave in the side of a hill surrounded by a variety of peaceful and hostile mobs, including a pig wearing Technoblade's crown.

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This was commented and hearted on a SMP earth awhile ago, it’s a quote about Alexander the Great I believe. Before anyone knew Alexander was his real name. It seems strangely poetic and sweet now. I hope he got a good laugh out of this

I don’t think I can physically be sad over Techno when I know he’s invading Wilbur’s dreams just to call him a loser

the dynamic

Phill: *telling tommy off*

Tommy: *trying to explain himself but is actually digging a deeper hole*

Wilbur: *singing something*

Techno: guys- guys please focus we need to win the game

"im owned" is both the saddest and funniest way for techno to tell his friends he won't make it

my final letter to the king himself~

i think what really hurt the most after watching the 'so long nerds' video.. was the realisation that techno's diagnosis was terminal this whole time. his dad said they had been discussing a final video 'for months' and his mom said he was always focused on beating what he knew were almost impossible odds.. even as he told us his doctors are amazing and that he's getting some of the finest healthcare around.. the entire time he knew. and i think that speaks extraordinary volumes about the kind of person that techno was.

his announcement video was essentially a goodbye video. and i think he just didn't want us to know that because it would have meant everyone would have spent this past year in a state of grief and sadness, rather than coming together and focusing on pure positivity, focusing on motivating him, sending him all of our wishes and strength and love. technoblade never dies - and i honestly did not have a single doubt about his recovery even for a second, because that's the kind of strength and courage he has put in me from the very beginning.

i cannot imagine how hard that must have been. i cannot even fathom how tough this past year has been for him and all of his loved ones. but what i do know, is that i will be eternally grateful to you technoblade. because you have always loved and cared, and you had the strength within you to put hope in people's hearts while knowing the universe was not kind enough to return the favour. i am in awe of the person that you were, and it has been a BLESSING to be able to support you these past few years. you have played the game well. now it's time for you to rest.

technoblade never dies 🐷👑

please do not forget to give whatever you can to the sarcoma foundation, in honour of technoblade

something that i will always remember of technoblade is how he was kind just for the sake of it.

i will remember him claiming the monopoly sound was too loud for him to hear wilbur when he spoke of techno staying up all night to comfort him when he was sick. i will remember him taking the time to add watermarks for his artists when they themselves forgot. i will remember niki and sophie saying how he always somehow made sure they never felt excluded or neglected and how he would hate it, it would embarrass him when they spoke of his kindness publicly. i will remember him personally dming ponk to thank them for sending a 45-minute video of someone feeding hotdogs to raccoons in chat and timestamping his favorite part. i will remember his love for the people who created for him, how he would keep his mentions on for everyone before his fanart tag was formed and would just scroll and scroll to make sure not to miss any art someone made for him. i will remember half his friends and peers having some kind of a story of him reaching out to them during tough days, reassuring them, believing in them, making them feel loved.

i will remember him in every act of kindness i receive and i will remember him during times in my life when i will need to remind myself to be kind despite it all.

I say this with my whole heart; it is an honour to carry on your legacy alongside millions of lives you've changed for the better.

His siblings will be able to go to college.

If they want to, of course. But that’s the thing that’s stuck with me the most. He wanted us to know that. In his last words to us, he made sure we knew that. He apologized for selling out, not that he needed to, and told us there was a reason and a result: “thanks to everyone that bought hoodies, plushies and channel memberships, my siblings are going to college”.

Technoblade changed so many lives, both of fans and creators alike. Hell, he changed my life too, he brought joy, he brought light, he brought laughter.

His legacy lives on, through us, through his friends, through the Sarcoma Research Foundation, through his colleagues.

Through his family.

His siblings can go to college.

We changed his life too. And he wanted us to know.

see you in the next life king!

i love tragedy 😄

weeping willow

alright who gave her an axe cmon guys you know she can’t have weapons

ALWAYS AN ANGEL NEVER A GOD

Look at this !!!! This is amazing !!! Op wrote a great one shot about my silly little post !!

The Terribly Sad and Tragic Affair that Is the Fake Funeral of Shadowhand Essek Thelyss

Apparently, I am not only drawing for the Critical Role fandom, but writing for it, too. After months of nearly no progress I just vomited out 3k words this Tuesday and it only went downhill from there.

This fic is based on this post by @anne-o-nyme, I really hope I managed to capture the energy of it.

Have fun!

Summary: There were eight strangers in the foyer of his dead brother’s towers and Verin Thelyss was slowly losing his patience.

After the sudden “death” of Shadowhand Essek Thelyss, it is his brother Verin’s job to empty out his towers. The Mighty Nein show up to help (and maybe steal a few things).

OR: Verin is grieving, Essek just wants his stuff back, and the Mighty Nein are the Mighty Nein.

Warnings: I didn’t tag this with MCD, because Essek is technically alive and kicking. Since Verin doesn’t know that though, and this fic is written from his POV, this is dealing with grief and includes depictions of depressive thoughts as well as anxiety attacks. For more explicit warnings, please mind the tags on AO3. Take care of yourselves, and let me know if I forgot anything.

Read on AO3

There were eight strangers in the foyer of his dead brother’s towers and Verin Thelyss was slowly losing his patience. “Listen,” he said with what little calm he had left, “I know that by returning one of our beacons you became heroes of the Dynasty and were placed under Es— My bro— his stewardship. But this here—” he gestured vaguely at the interior of Essek’s towers that had always been too cold, too empty, but not like now, never like now— “This is a very difficult situation for me, so if you could please leave, that would be greatly appreciated.”

Afficher davantage

⚠️WARNING:GORE

“You could be my child now”

Watching and Dreaming, Late Redemption AU

I decided to redo this comic not because I don’t like it but because I believe could do better on the art and story telling of this AU now that I have a better grasp of what I want.

Context, this is a late redemption au of Hunter where certain canon events don’t happen. This is shortly after Belos death. Hunter has his possession scars because it played out in a much different way. Sadly this also means very slow burn pittwins siblings.

Once I have a few more posts a master list will be made in timeline order, so like separate tides to post-canon. Though the story will be nonlinear :3

Next part (coming soon)

Listening to ‘I bet on losing dogs’ by Mitski and all I can think of is Caleb for some reason

While I think Caleb is a hallucination, I think about the possibility of ghost Caleb. Due to his body never being let to rest and his bones used to create new life he’s unable to move on. So he witnesses brother make a grimwalker, at first he’s shocked and disgusted, horrified by this act against nature but then he falls in love. This 1st grimwalker whose an abomination to life, who looks like he’s falling a part at the seems, who looks nothing like him, this uncanny being meant to replace him, was the most the most precious thing to him. It was heavily deformed but Caleb through his horror, loved the creature as soon as its head popped up from the ground. Perhaps it was that deep parental instinct in him , or the fact that he never met his own child but Caleb feels love for the being and is sadden that he’s unable to interact with him in a meaningful way. The grimwalker dies after a hour, it’s body too deformed and unstable to hold itself, it dies thinking it’s unloved as Philip simply let it die, neglecting the being, too disgusted by the beast and making plans on how to make the next one better as he withered. Caleb is heartbroken by this. And like that the cycle continues.

Not all grimwalkers are golden guards, many are just experiments or failures, his heart shatters for those whose survival was never a choice, all he can do is weep for their injustice. Their bones the base of the pit. He sees his brother, the boy he raised only grow colder and crueler. He hates that he misses the boy this monster used to be.

He watches over and over, a new grimwalker is born, lives poorly, and dies miserably. His babies, his children being murdered by his own brother and being able to do nothing about it. He’s tries to watch over Evelyn and his child and the generations of clawthornes after but he’s drawn back to the grimwalkers, they are made from his bone, his dna alone, he doesn’t dare to think of them as clones. The clawthornes have each other, these grimwalkers have nothing. He watches as they’re made to do heinous acts against witch and demon kind for their creator, their perception of the world being warped and freedom never being an option. Caleb thinks he would grow apathetic but the pain only grows as he watches the pile of bones get bigger. He sees his skeleton be reduced to quarter of its original size, he’s sees the wild land of the boiling isles being leashed by the rise of the empire.

He’s lost hope that his children would be ever able to escape, he’s seen to many die trying. He finds himself hoping they “stay in line” just to survive even if it wasn’t living.

But then one grimwalker, made from a rib, a child, the third one named Hunter made, finds flapjack. And he survives. He escapes his brothers wretched mind and runs, and like that, Caleb sees the first free grimwalker. His brother dies and he weeps for the child he raised. The boy, Hunter escapes to the Human realm. He follows. The world has changed so much, even more than the boiling isles. He finds himself exploring the place alongside the little grimwalker, Hunter and his friends. For the first time, he feels warmth. He wishes he could reach out and touch the boy and tell him how much he loved him. He wishes that for all the Grimwalkers but he wants to tell him how happy he is that he escaped. He watches Hunter grow a bond to kind women who treats him gently, with friends who love him dearly.

Hunter is his son and his son is alive. He mourns that he can never be a dad to the boy.

His son gets possessed, he watches his brother manipulate his sons body and he’s helpless to any of it, he had spent to much time following his son he didn’t think of the possibility of his brother being alive.

His son dies and Caleb feels as if he would be weeping for all eternity…but then his palismen, who he carved with his own hands lands on the boy chest and gives him life. He’s sadden by the death of his palismen but the bird has centuries to live, the grimwalkers never really had a life. This one a child, not even an adult like the previous where.

His son lives, now scarred and brown eyes and Caleb can’t help to think he’s only further solidified himself as his son. His son has powers, Caleb is a proud father.

Another grimwalker gets possessed but falls apart and dies immediately, Caleb mourns the son he never got a chance to see in proper lighting.

His brother dies. He grieves.

His son is cared for by adults who can be there for him. Caleb feels bittersweet. He watches from a distance, he’s accepted reality but he can’t help but imagine a life where is was him being the parent.

The bodies of his dead children are found, they are buried. Theirs names only remembered by the journals made by their creator.

His own body is found, or what remains of it. It’s buried, his son pays his respects and he feels like a proud father.

Suddenly theirs an opening and he can leave. He watches his remaining son grow a life for himself.

Caleb is at peace, he wants to watch but it’s his time to go. It’s been his time for centuries. He looks longingly to his living son. He wishes he was his dad.

He looks at the other side and hopes that he may reconnect with his wife, with their born child, and meet all the grimwalker children he never got a chance to show his love.

With the first breath he’s taken in centuries, he steps to the other side and Caleb is no more.

(Made myself sad and sorry for grammar issues)

I love symbolism about my characters nobody else understands

hey

hey friend

dont kill yourself tonight ok

you have a really pretty smile and i know its not always easy to manage one but itd be a bummer if we never had the chance to see it ever again

youre really important and you matter a lot so stay safe and try and have a nice sleep

Mary and Son

I really liked Mouthwashing’s whole story arc between Anya and Curly with the whole [redacted] debacle, so I decided to take a piece from my childhood religion and doodle a little thing with them!

Reference under the cut!