hey look it’s the ghosts of christmas past present and future /j
(ya boy is in an smp now! lmao guess which character is mine....the other two are that of my friends’! also flower symbolism yoooo I think I am pretty pogchamp)
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hey look it’s the ghosts of christmas past present and future /j
(ya boy is in an smp now! lmao guess which character is mine....the other two are that of my friends’! also flower symbolism yoooo I think I am pretty pogchamp)

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what i think lego minifigures do in their spare time
*baps u* I have decided to bother you today
man this server has so many characters with memory problems
pov: dragon lady moves in next to you in the middle of the mesa and builds a better house. wdyd
local death god turns man into furry dog

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these two never ever log off the server 😔 smh
ok im writing a book based on my friends minecraft smp so heres the first chapter
The wars of the wolf and the bee
Chapter 1
Alive...again.
Ovi's being floated in the void as it had for a thousand years. Alongside his mate Erebus, her deep black hair Shining like flaming oil. Her head upon his breast looking up at him, smiling.
 " It's time, beloved," she said, obviously choking back a tear.
 "It is," Ovi said in a soft melancholy tone.Â
"We'll meet soon enough, you know it," Ovi said.
 "I'll be waiting for you as always," said Erebus.
 They locked in one final embrace as Ovi's heart began to beat; he dissolved into ash and disintegrated.
Waking he didn't move he was naked and his cheeks were wet with tears. He was alive again. He looked at his hands to see if it was a dream. The beating of his heartfelt unnatural, not his own. The Stone underneath him dug at his back. looking around the room, He recognized it as the catacombs beneath the Tower of his last life, realizing he was sleeping in his tomb, He got up with a start. Standing naked in the middle of the room, his skin crawling with the thought, his ears twitched. He went to a set of stone steps and he began to climb, as he did he noticed fatigue in his limbs and chest and his head began to throb. He had to stop halfway up to catch his breath when he thought to himself thatÂ
"the sensation felt good, it felt real". As he emerged from the entrance to the stairs he looked around the abandoned ruins noticing remnants of his old home. His head began to swim with the memories of the war, of Apollo, and of the final battle when Apollo had disarmed him and slashed Ovi’s throat and the final taste of his own blood. He pushed the thought from his mind, feeling a conflicting sense of longing and freedom of renewal,Â
he walked out of his tower and looked down from the hill he was set on. He saw a small stream to the west and a town to the north. The town was set with hundreds of street lights that flickered in the midnight breeze and everything before him glowed softly in the blanket of the full moon's glow. He shivered in the night breeze still nude he saw a house outside of the town and began towards it. As the residence neared he noticed a pen with about two dozen sheep in it, the house was small and constructed with oak logs and a thatched roof. He walked to the door and was about to knock when he remembered his current state. He knocked and slid round the side of the abode, heart-pounding he listened for a sign of movement, nothing. He returned and gave the door another good pounding, nothing again. He gave the door a push and it swung open. He entered cautiously. Looking around the single room he saw a bed in the corner, some apparatuses next to a sink and a workbench, and a pile of fresh clothes. He approached the clothes and picked up a purple button-down shirt which was slightly big for him, it seemed off to him it was obvious how it was worn yet different from his usual cloak. He stoll a pair of trousers and a silver vest. As he dressed he thought of how out of place he would be if he were with Achilles. He laughed at the thought. He also stole a water skin and filled it. He left towards the town as he entered he noticed it was mainly empty stores and bartering halls with the sparse pub every so often. As he neared the center of the town he saw a fountain with a few benches. He sat on a bench and took in his surroundings. He looked at the moon. And smiled a sad smile thinking of his belovedÂ
"I'll see you again" he whispered. He looked down at the fountain and noticed an inscription in gold that said: "for rhetoric our feral goddess" to which he chuckled and lay down on the bench and drifted into the peaceful Abyss that is sleep.
aye c’est moi! or, rather, my character on @.redorich’s smp.
first time messin around with digital art! i think it’s pretty cool :)
many, many more doodles to come.
(minesona sheet credit @.blocky-blaze)