One Of My Favorite Parts Of Zedaph's New Episode Is How Grian Was Clearly Just. SO Pleased With Himself

Just loved they really thought it was a renamed cow at first ahahaa

25 for the wrapped drabble!

25: "Bremen", PigPen Theater Co.

It was part of the plan, everbody would stand On their hind legs, hands holding high the other Like a tower of brothers, and the one on the top Would crow warnings and call in the morning And call out the storm that was coming The one on the bottom would steer 'til the road was clear And people would learn to rejoice and to fear our coming

It is, ironically, a mild, wet temperature over Dogwarts, the sort of weather that mostly feels dreary rather than being properly cold, or snowy, or icy, or any of the sorts of things that the kinds of people who claim to bring forth winter would be expected to have over their fortress.

"Oh, come on, you've gotta be cheating!" says Skizz, throwing his cards down on the table. They're stained a strange purple. "Dippledop, tell them that he's cheating."

"I mean, I don't know, Skizz," Impulse says. "You aren't good enough at cheating to have taught me how to spot it..."

"I mean, you're the one marking cards," Martyn says idly.

"You know I can't help it!" says Skizz. "It's my ender-what's-its. My purple scales. My, my general, uh, what's a good word for it -"

"Ourple," Etho says.

"What?" Impulse says.

"He's ourple," Etho says, and then doesn't elaborate at all.

"You know, if you're going to accuse me of cheating, why not accuse him?" Martyn says. "I mean, look at him. He's wearing a mask while we're playing poker. That's basically against the rules."

"I don't have a face, man," Etho says.

"Did you mean -" Big B starts. Impulse puts a hand on his leg. Big B stops.

"I'm just saying," Martyn says, as he takes the distraction as an excuse to palm one of the cards using and replace it with a king he's been keeping in a pocket. He knows the king won't be suspicious largely because he's been keeping track of the cards Skizz has had, and the king he's about to put in his hand is the same one that Skizz had three hands earlier.

Martyn is going to win, like, so many meaningless favors from people who are all definitely going to die before Martyn can call them in, but hey. He's definitely going to die before he has a chance to worry about it, either.

(At one point, it had been about winning. He's good at cheating.)

"You know what, yeah! That is cheating! Show us your face, huh, Etho?" says Skizz, pointing dramatically. Big B snorts into his cards.

"Uh, I mean, I don't know, man," Etho says, putting his hands up and nervously backing up. "It's like - you know I don't take this off..."

"Actually, yeah," Impulse says. "I sorta wanna see you try to keep a poker face. Take it off, Etho."

"Woah, woah boys. I know we're all friends here, but I don't know if I'm ready for a strip tease," Martyn says, which makes Etho turn bright red, and also makes Big B flustered enough that Martyn can see his hand. Okay, that's not a threat. Not that Big B's a threat to anyone, really, but he's still green for a reason.

Skizz isn't a threat for a completely different reason. His heart's right there on his sleeve. He has a shit hand this round. He gave that given that well away the moment he drew it.

That leaves Etho and Impulse to figure out.

"I - oh, geez, guys," Etho says. "I -"

"Take it off!" Skizz starts chanting. "Take it off! Take it off!"

"I'm - I like you guys, but I'm not taking off my mask!" Etho says. "Impulse, Impulse, we're buddies. You should understand!"

"Yeah, but like..." Impulse says, before shrugging. "I mean, if it really upsets you, I guess... Guys, maybe we should stop."

"Naw, don't try to talk him out of it!" Skizz says.

"Haha, you know, I want to see it too," Big B says. "It's a bonding thing, right?"

"Oh, well you can't argue with the bonding thing, now can you," Martyn says.

"Guys," Impulse starts saying, and then there's the sound of a creaking door, and everyone stops at once as the courtyard changes from dreary and wet to a certain chill. If Martyn didn't know any better, he'd say it's the chill of the grave, but there hadn't ever been any for him, so. Probably not.

Instead, it's just...

"My loyal Dogwarts," says Ren, quietly. "What is all of this commotion about?"

"We're playing cards, My Lord," Martyn says immediately. "See?"

He shows his hand to Ren. Ren chuckles.

"Well, laddie. Show me how you win at cards."

Well, the answer to that's 'by cheating'. But he can't really show Ren that, now can he? He's got to keep some things in his pocket. Besides, it's not like any of the favors in the pot matter.

They're all gonna die before they matter. Some of them already are.

Martyn loses the hand to Impulse. He collects the favors with a sheepish grin. Ren barks out a laugh. "You'll get them next time, laddie."

"I'm sure I will," Martyn says.

"Mom, Ren's playing favorites," Etho whines.

"That's - that's unbecoming a knight of -"

"Yeah, Ren's playing favorites," Big B says.

"I mean, dudes, uh, I mean - my loyal Dogwarts -"

Martyn laughs so hard that he forgets to pay attention, and loses the next hand too.

Etho is such a funny little guy

He’s the og Minecrafter, he listens to metal music and punk rock, he never drives over the speed limit, he learned to code at age nine, one of his best qualities include sobbing “nooohohohooooo” while being chased by mobs, he’s a redstone master, he’s recently fired from his own made up cooking show, his biggest fan is a sentient moss man with massive eyes

He’s so funny and I love him, he’s just so incredibly special to me

hey gamers this is propaganda go read call of the void by @mawofthemagnetar its very good

One must go to many lengths to learn the truth.

Part One this is part two.

More old comics, this one is from May 5th 2022, back when I started drawing Tango with a tail. Also E is there, don't ask, I just made a bet with letter,,,

And a transcript below!

Zedaph: I may be regretting some parts of this plan,,, Zedaph: all good for plan ‘T’ of ‘see under X’s helmet? Tango: I’m just curious about why we’re on the roof specifically? Zedaph: the great element of surprise! The guy never sleeps, so all those plans fail. They somehow have eyes on the back of their head, can’t sneak up on him. And trying to fight for the helmet ends up bad for the both of us,,, Zedaph: and so, a sneak attack via the roof! A fool proof pla- *thump* Xisuma: have you not considered just, Asking me to take off the helmet?? Zedaph: well now, where’s the fun in that Xisuma?

"Alright. Cub. What lessons have we learned from this?" Scar asks, tapping a ruler he's gotten from who-knows-where against a mostly incomprehensibly spelled array of signs he's probably been reading for the past twenty minutes.

Cub wouldn't know. He hasn't been listening.

Still, he knows where to go with this. "I don't know, man. I'm still just saying. You, of all people, lecturing me on -"

"I know, I know, but I'm a changed Scar!" Scar says, putting a hand over his heart. "Powers beyond our understanding? Totally over that! Or at least, I totally know when not to mess with them!"

"Uhuh," Cub says.

"You don't have to sound so skeptical," Scar says.

"If I remember right, didn't you get to this season by falling through your weird hole that eats people?"

"It worked perfectly well! And you used llama-powered moon rockets, so really, Cub, let's not get started on moon-induced bad decision making. I have pictures of Moon McGee!"

"Different guy."

"Oh, I see, I see. So, hypothetically, if I hotguy you now -"

"Hotguy? Where's he? I only see Scar here."

The conversation pauses. Scar smirks. "Oh, I see. You know, you really are one of my very good friends. Why, if you said you didn't see me at the scene of the crime, it must be a case of mistaken identity!"

"Exactly, my friend. Exactly," Cub says.

"Ah, we should do more things like - hey, what were we talking about?"

"You were scolding me for the sculk incident," Cub helpfully clarifies.

"Oh, thanks," Scar says. "You know how it is sometimes. It's so easy to lose track of which bad decision we're talking about now."

"I mean. Bad decision to you," Cub says.

"...Cub. What lesson have you learned from this?" Scar asks.

"Next time I tell the fog to let me remember it, because man, the expressions on your faces had to have been hilarious. Like, large-scale sculk attack? Gotta hand it to me, that's a good one."

Scar thinks about it for a moment.

"You know what? Good enough," he says. "Help me tear down these signs. I can't tell what I wrote either."

"Yeah, you've gotta work on that one, buddy," Cub says, taking out an axe.

"I have a very good excuse!" Scar says, throwing up his hands, and Cub laughs as he starts tearing down the scolding signs.

Welcome to my next au, boatem in the apocalypse!

Summary: Five high schoolers try to survive the zombie apocalypse. What could go wrong?

And here's a snippet of what's to come!

The gun was lowered, and Scar glanced over at Grian with a questioning stare. Dark eyes met his green ones, and the avian almost imperceptibly shook his head. He had no idea what was going on then, either.

The man pulled off his gasmask, eyes wide. “You're Grian and Scar! From Hermitcraft High School?”

Scar's jaw dropped. “Impulse! No way- is that really you?”

“Dude!” Grian's face lit up. “We thought we were the only ones who survived!” He took a step forward, eyes pleading. “Have you seen my sister? Pearl? Long brown hair, moth wings, probably looking for me as well?”

Impulse shook his head. “Nope, sorry man. I've been keeping an eye out for anyone but... that explosion was pretty big.” His voice choked up. “...I had to dig Joel and Lizzie out of the rubble.”

Grian and Scar bowed their heads, silent in grief. They hadn't really known the two, but still... losing people you knew still hurt, even in the apocalypse.

So here's to the love one can find in the stars.

now this one I call "I just summited minecraft fanfiction as a final project in my uni class, and got away with it." But anyway, enjoy some create s2 boys

and a transcript below the cut.

To Fields of Stars

There lies a small community off in the new growth of our world, one covered in new technology where the cogs of machines spin with flowers building their supports.

Here builds an architect's fantasy, where houses will walk across the flowering fields, trains sound off in the distance, and the automatons will power the complex machinery of their engines.

There, lives the engineer afraid of the moon.

The one who chooses to work the endless nights away, left plagued by nightmares of destroyed homes and frozen voids. a moon that lies a painful reminder of what could not be saved.

Yet each night, when the engineer is too tired to deny, and the moon has become anew, his friend of the sheep brings him to fields of flowers and lets the engineer lie down and watch the sky.

The sheep strings together stories of how stars are born. elaborate tales depicting the nebulas that dance intertwined. Stories of how the constellations love.

Slowly, without the blinding eye looming within the night, the engineer lets himself sleep. Slowly the engineer forgets his fear. Slowly he learns of names hidden in stars.

Slowly, ever so carefully, the engineer learns again how to love the bright void around him.

there's a bit of a language barrier there I think I just wanted a excuse to use this headcanon, but the dudes! the guys be vibin! did have another three pages planed for this, never got around to it though,,,

transcript and extras below the cut!

Xisuma/Grian: *general arguing about starting conflicts* Xisuma/Grian: *it is actualy about taxes* Cleo:,,, What are those two even arguing about? Zedaph: something about taxes? Maybe???

Cleo: What do you mean maybe? Zed, You always talk about how well you understand Galactic??

Zedaph: Hey! I can Read galactic very well, yes! ,,,spoken is, a different story however,,, Gem: yea, spoken galactic is honestly a struggle to learn,,,

Scar: what's with X trying to egg Grian into starting the                        another war over there Cleo:,,,Scar

Scar: hmm? Cleo: Scar, last week you said you didn't know any galactic.

Scar: oh, no no, I don't, why?

Zedaph/Gem/Cleo:,,, Scar: ,,, OH! Is that what that language is????

and here's the unused part of the script + my thumbnails! if any place deserved this part of the script, it'd be Tumblr <3

I don't think you understand the comedic value of hiring a guy to be security for your museum only to come back one day and see said guy just standing there with the entire road outside of the building destroyed and caution tape in random parts of the building. Also he tells you there's hundreds of catalysts on your property.