Happy birthday, king.
Technoblade is the reason I started drawing to begin with when I was younger... And losing him is the reason why I couldn't lift my stylus for several years.
This all starts with my old sketch. One that I drew right after the news, binge watching everything on repeat - each and every video of his, the potato war, the skywars talkies, the streams, the... Well, everything.
And then I heard him say that phrase and something inside me just clicked. I still remember that day - I drew it, having a beautiful idea in my head, sketched and just... Realised that I had no idea how to paint it. Realised I couldn't perform to a level that he deserved. Realised I had no idea how to finish something in a beautiful way. Be it my ADHD or momentarely shock of everything coming down to me, I wasn't sure. But I could never finish that piece.
I tried today.
I honestly failed.
I started sobbing like a little bitch yet again when I finally began to colour the pose I meant him to be in originally... And the emotions came right back, clashing.
Still, I couldn't abandon the art and the idea.
Even when it hurts, the main thing is to keep taking baby steps - if I can't draw the face, I will draw the hair - if I can't draw the hair, I will draw the skies - and if I cant draw at all, I will still make ideas up inside my mind. Because, as Technoblade has said it himself...
Always shoot for the stars.
Sorry if I do not sound coherent, this piece just means really a lot to me emotionally. One of the rarer times I will be drawing in pastels and tender colours.I hope he would have been happy with this tribute.
And of course!
Technoblade never dies.
