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mythicalswamp anything…… please……… i am starved

Middle age yaoi for you

I've never drawn mog before and haven't drawn sausage since like- afterlife smp I believe (that plus figuring out the pose was a pain) but it has been done 🫡

i voted could i please have a scott?

A Scotty boy!

Peskymajor drabble? :3

Here you are! 434 works of peaskymajor! I thank you for your vote! -

Scott just won.

He should be happy.

He was happy, when it happened, but now?

He felt like he couldn’t breath. He felt like the lightning that had struck him down still ran through his veins. Why couldn’t he breath?

“Hey, hey, it’s ok,” there is a hand on his arm and he flinches. Touch is bad, touch is dangerous, but it doesn’t leave, “You don’t have to worry, you’re safe.”

Scott finally manages to peel his eyes open, finding Grian in front of him, smiling softly at him. The hand on his arm travels down, gathering Scott’s shaking fingers in his own.

“Come on Scott, deep breaths for me,” Grian’s voice is incredibly gentle, soft, there is no expectations, just a desire to help, “There we go, that’s it, keep breathing for me.”

Scott isn’t too sure how long they spend there, with Grian just hold his hand and whispering reassurances before he finally felt like he could breath properly and let his eyes look around.

It was a rather empty room, sage green walls and spruce accents, two beds pressed together, a table with a lamp. As far as rooms went, there wasn’t much too it, but he found that soothing. There was nothing dangerous, nothing lurking around a corner to cause him harm.

It was safe.

“Where-” Scott’s voice broke, causing him to stop and clear his throat before trying again, “Where are we? What’s going on.”

“I called it the break room,” Grian replies, hands still holding Scott’s, which he is thankful for, the shaking having yet to stop, “They had sent me here after the first games to let me calm down, and it seems they’ve sent us both here this time.”

Scott remembered that now. How after the first games had ended, Grian hadn’t spawned in with everyone else immediately into the holding world, when he had, he was quiet about where he had gone. Someone had teased him about having gotten a ceremony of some sort for winning, and when Grian hadn’t disagreed everyone had just assumed that was the case.

Now Scott could just imagine him, alone in this room, trying to pull himself together after winning.

Scott couldn’t imagine having to do it alone.

Scott bowed his head forward, resting it on Grian’s chest, breathing in time with him.

“How long do we have?”

“However long you need. Time is a little different here.”

Scott hums.

It's been a busy few weeks...lots data collection & hosting a conference!

Well hasn’t March flown by?! It feels like ages ago when I last updated my blog, but it isn’t really but in the last 2 weeks so much has happen. I have been to two more institutions to see their collections and the conference I was helping to organize took place. It’s been a great – but very very busy – couple of weeks!

So a couple of weeks ago I headed up to the University of Bradford to look at…

Mayhaps can I have a Peskymajor

PeskyMajor for your vote!!

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Hello hello can I request an Empires Smp Pearl

I can’t remember if I sent this already but can I get a shadowwood last life drabble? Preferably /r but /p works too :3

Ngl, I had never heard of/thought about shadowwood before, but they are very cute, so here is 441 words of them being cute together. I hope you enjoy! -

Martyn snuck his way into the fairyfort fairly late in the evening, checking his back to make sure he wasn’t being followed. Not that he had anything to hide, per say, but he’d rather not take the teasing that would come if he were caught.

“I was wondering when you would show up.” Lizzie’s voice sounded behind him far closer than he’d expected, causing him to jump. Lizzie giggles, and any temporary anger at her for scaring him goes out the window.

“Have I every told you that I love your laugh?” Martyn asks, what he’s sure is a dopey smile playing across his lip, “I could listen to it all day if you’d let me.”

Lizzie’s smile turns soft and a blush creeps it’s way up her cheeks, turning them pink enough to rival her hair. She takes his hand and tugs him towards the large patch of flowers in the center of her base.

“Flatterer,” She accuses jokingly, “What do you want?”

“An hour of your time?” Martyn replies, earnestly, “I’ve missed you.”

Lizzie just smiles at him again, tugging him to lay down among the grass and flowers, resting her head on his stomach and intertwining their fingers.

“Well I suppose that’s easy enough to give you. Come on, make up constellations with me.”

“Make them up?” Martyn pushes himself up some, just enough to see the crinkles by her eyes, “Aren’t there already a ton of those.”

“Well do you know any of them?”

Martyn goes quiet for a moment, laying back down without a word.

Lizzie laughs at him again.

“That one’s a flower.” Martyn says after she’s calmed down, hand raised to trace a grouping of stars directly above them, “And that there, next to it? A bee.”

“There’s a castle,” Lizzie gestures to a different group of stars, more to the right of them, “And a duckling!”

They go back and forth like this for a while, pointing out different overlapping shapes in the stars. Martyn can’t make out most of Lizzie’s, and he’s sure she has no clue what he means half the time, but they just let themselves have this moment of peace in the flowers.

Come morning they’ll wake up in a tangle of limbs. Lizzie will give him a small kiss and a shove out the door. Martyn will race back to the Southlands with grass and flowers in his hair. Maybe he’ll get teased for it, and maybe he will keep one of the flowers in his chest.

Wood of the zombie variety >:3

Clothes swap!