#kozzax

[petrichormeraki]

ELLIENS SOON!!!!!!!!!

HEHEHE ELLIENS SOON!!!!!

[zhukzucraft]

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Joe: Welcome, welcome! It's not much for now but it beats being out there

Skizz: It's cosy! Are we your first visitors?

Joe: Almost. Tango joined me here first.

Joe: He's working some redstone magic up ahead. Calls it the Loveificator or somesuch.

Mumbo: Yeah that doesn't sound suspicious or anything.

Skizz: Oooh! Mumbo! Now that we're married, you know what that means?

Mumbo: ....no?..

Skizz: I need to make up a nickname for you!

Mumbo: Oh!

Skizz: How abouuuut... Mambo Jambo!

Mumbo: err

Skizz: Mumble Jumble?

Mumbo: maybe-

Skizz: Jumbo Jet!

Skizz: M J Jamerson!

Mumbo: How did we even get here?

Joe: Mumgle of the Jungle

Mumbo: Oh not you too

=> Pearl & Co: Ponder the portal

Start Over -- Go Back

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MARTYN WINS THE VOTE FOR NEXT POV

original post preserved fro posterity:

MEANWHILE

Time to choose the next POV to follow! Yes, you read it right, the next update will bring us back to Pearl, Gem, Grian and Scar. However, at the same time we will start observing a new player, with both perspectives playing out simultaneously. It should be an eventful night.

With that said:

[batjokes-yaoi]

7 comedy?

7: how would you describe your ocs style? how would they describe their style?

uhm . sad clown ? lots and lots of pinks but like. yknow when pinkie pie gets sad and her hair gets all droopy . yeah like that. i dont think comedy cares that much about its style tho i think thats more of a Sad thing

[anachronistic-falsehood]

Congratulations on getting your cat back!

OH MY GOD A KITTY!!!!!

KOZZAX HE IS WONDERFUL I AM GRABBING HIM IN BOTH HANDS AND SQUISHING HIM LIKE A STRESS TOY <3 MY TINY BLOOD COVERED KITTY BOY!!!!

[thonethatflies620]

That is NOT very Sir Precious of him!!

Fire.

[kozzax]

I think one of the most important things for creatives is to have an OC that you can imagine an in fact (gregory and the hawk) animatic for. It's crucial. You've gotta be able to imagine in fact for an oc it's so healing.

[cnnamonrolls]

Instead of being. On the top bar, where you might expect it to be, it's in the post editor for text posts! Here's a diagram since I don't think I could explain it super well ^^"

aw man i dont have it yet ☹

[your-old-sins-tournament]

DEAR OLD SINS BATTLE BRACKET

SIDE A

SIDE B

Rules:

Tie sweeps given to polls with a 0.2% percentage. Also I'm allowed to come up with the most messed up name possible for future polls

Propaganda is encouraged! I will reblog propaganda reblogs, as well as any propaganda that @s me. However, for the polls themselves, I will be using the propaganda submitted to me through the google form. If a oc was submitted twice with different propaganda, I will use both pieces of propaganda

Fandom ocs will not be tagged with the fandom tag.

Please be nice to each other. Do not tear down other ocs. I will not reblog any propaganda remotely like that.

All polls are one week!

If i need to change anything, please send me a ask. I will change it I swear.

Ngl I have nothing against voter fraud go buck wild. this is a internet funny battle

#ocs you made when you were 12 tournament—Main Tag

LIST OF OCS BELOW;

SIDE A

hạt dẻ hạt phỉ (Chestnut & Hazelnut in Vietnamese) [@tboyblogger] vs. Phee [Toby, @pied-piper-pluto]

Apelio vs. Peculiarè [Peggsnbacon/Insertcleverurl]

Avery [@agirlwithachakram] vs. Kishimaru [@notagutterrat]

Luphina [@bees-buzzy-blog] vs. Excavator [@enjoliquej]

Hans [@tzarina-alexandra] vs. Ling/Estrelya

Aldara [@kozzax] vs. Dan (Hanson Ōkami) [@cabincryptid51]

Roberta [@gentleralts] vs. Moon Starr

Princess Mari [Nicole] vs. Cinnamon

Cupid [@onitekka] vs. Blazestar [@theaviskullguy]

Golden Sketch [@artoftheberri] vs. Sola [AstralAugur]

Raina [Physique] vs. Ash [@changeling-ash]

Sakura vs. Sana Uzumaki

Silvia Greystone [Vio] vs. Fiona

Emma [Crow] vs. Liz Turner [@linzerj]

Beckett Ashford [@noonbeam17] vs. Clairé [@fagbearentertainment]

Twila [@polygonstars] vs. Kayama [@iinsomniia]

Round 1

SIDE B

Hollystar [Orion] vs. Elenora [GentleRalts]

Max Haight [@rowan-raccoon] vs. Darktuft [@spiri-phone9]

Infinity [@arthallea] vs. Broanch/bpa/beepeeaye

Tekki [Luna Wolf] vs. Senshi

Marla [@doctorshatehim] vs. John [@mx-yippeee]

The President vs. Jenn Adreana [@apotheoseity]

Rosetta Stone vs. Shadow [@oreganosuace]

Dawnstripe [@enigmatic-enigmas] vs. Elwen [@peregreen]

Creation [@catboirights] vs. Solaria Aoi [@ura-0m0te-lovers]

Vinn [@mx-yippeee] vs. Lily [Asteroid Kingdom]

Pink [@somebodytolove31] vs. Erin [@silveredcircuitry]

Ash [Light] vs. Louise [@kirbee-hd]

Hazelnut [@autisticzaphodbeeblebrox] vs. Bon Fire [Light]

Flamepaw [Silvia Flowers] vs. Lasha Felomi [Luna Wolf]

Sammy [@something-in-your-walls] vs. Alana [@octonine]

Drake Blue [@silveredcircuitry]vs. Max .D. Rose [@therealsirsticker]

[trashland-llamas]

I Was a Human

[Written as part of the @mcyt-halloween gift exchange for @kozzax]

Jack remembered the burning inferno that was hell. How the embers had eaten away at his flesh and the smell of brimstone filled his lungs even though he was no longer there. Even now on the surface again, his eyes saw the desert basin with its red and purple sand. It was all still at the forefront of his mind but he couldn’t tell if it was a dream or reality. Clawing his way through the topsoil, he climbed up to his feet. His limbs felt so sluggish, so heavy. Barely able to use his body after months of laying in a tomb. His brain wouldn’t move his leg despite mentally screaming for it to move. It took a few tries before Jack could make his way to the front of the Big Innit hotel. 

Unclear if days or months had passed by. Walking through the doors, he made eye contact with Captain Puffy at the front desk. ‘But you’re supposed to be dead.’ Those words filled his body with a sense of dread. ‘Can I at least take a shower before dealing with all of this?’ Referring to the concept that was socializing. ‘Yea, sure. Take as long as you want.’ Handing over a random key card to an unused room. Not that the hotel had many patrons to begin with.

It annoyingly takes three separate attempts before the key card actually works like it’s supposed to. He didn’t have the energy to kick down the door nor the money to replace the damages that would cause. Sighing, Jack let the door fall shut behind him. The layout of the room is just the same as every hotel room he’d seen in his life. Immediately going to the adjoining en suite, he paused when he came into view with the mirror. Is that really what he looked like? Half of his body seemed to be composed of robotic elements. 

Hissing, he retracted his hand from where it had touched a patchwork of wires and stitches. No wonder Captain Puffy had looked at him with such a shocked expression. The components looked to be melted into the skin somehow. Scar tissue surrounding the edges. ‘How am I still alive?’ Jack asked himself in a low whisper, just now noting the caked dirt and blood under his fingernails. The right half of his body that was still skin, was more bloated and had a waxy consistency to it. Able to see his veins with the pallor, cheek bone extremely pronounced with its hollowness. Turning on the skin, he scrubbed under his fingers, watching as the water turned murky. Once happy, he pulled his upper lip up to see the state of his teeth. Not surprised at the yellowness and slightly irritated gums. 

Debating whether to get in the shower as he was unsure if he’d end up electrocuting himself. He had already died once and had gotten hell that time around. Who was to say he wouldn’t get some other realm the second time? With this ‘fuck it’ type mentality, Jack continued on, turning the facet to a random temperature he guessed to be lukewarm. Emitting a string of cuss words when he felt the water to be frozen cold. Ultimately discovering that he in fact wouldn’t electrocute. The robotic side did explain why his limbs had refused to operate earlier, heavier than his muscles. Asking himself if he’d have to incorporate polishing into his daily or weekly routine.

‘Thought Tommy was running this place, how long has it been since I died?’ Jack asked, now sitting across from Captain Puffy, wearing what clothes she could find from the lost and found that would fit him. ‘Tommy asked me to fill in for him today. Temporary thing. But it’s been…6 months since you died.’ Filling the cups in front of them with tea.

‘...6 months?’ Jack echoes, his mouth suddenly dry. He had been gone for half a year now, roughly 182 days. Yet the server had seemed unchanged. ‘Did–was I given a funeral? Did anyone mourn?’ His voice was hoarse from disuse, the phrasing stilted. If Captain Puffy didn’t know any better, she would describe his tone as angry. ‘No. You weren’t given a funeral, not an official one, but Ponk did write you a death certificate. Death by sinkhole, I believe.’

‘So no one?’ The question was a defeated one. He had gone through all that pain and suffering for what? To come back, barely half a man? ‘Jack, I’m merely one person. I can only give you my perspective. No one on this server keeps track of everyone, always involved in their own stuff. Ask around, there has to have been someone,’ Puffy sternly responded. While she was done being the server’s therapist, she wasn’t going to watch Jack run himself into the ground when he had done the impossible. When he had somehow managed to acquire his three lives back. ‘At least ask around. Give this living thing another shot. You used to be as thick as thieves with Niki.’ Giving him a vague starting direction. 

‘What if I can’t find a purpose?’ Jack asks. All that was left of the tea was the leaves at the bottom. Seeing a butterfly in the graininess as his finger ran around the cup’s rim. ‘You’ll find something. It’s only your first day back. You’re bound to rebuild,’ Puffy then tells him to sleep on it, cement the memories of the 6 months he spent in that hellscape. To Jack, it didn’t feel like 6 months. In fact, it had felt exponentially longer. Trapped in a purgatory where nothing looked recognizable. Where all he heard for miles were screams. And now he was dropped in a different state of limbo.

The rest was well needed as it made Jack realize what he had to do to gain some semblance of peace. The brain fog lifted and once he had spent enough time getting used to his new body, he left the hotel in search of Niki. Assuming she might feel the same, having been dealt a similar card by those in power thus far. They didn’t care who or what was lost when they played house, the presidential, special edition version. Noticing two people had been at the center of each and every conflict; Tommy and Dream. No one knew where to find Dream with his aloof nature, thus he’d have to go after the former. There’d have to be some consequences for treating others’ lives so carelessly. In itself, it was its own form of cruelty.

Alas, the journey ahead filled Jack with a fiery, bottled up rage that made it clear he’d only stop once he saw this endeavor to the end.

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

req'd by @kozzax

.... at what game???

text: Pirates: 0 Bewildered students: 4!

[scucouncil-doodles]

grizzee for @kozzax <3

[petrichormeraki]

Cannot express how excited I am about elliens soon. I hope you're ready for multiple illustrations of elliens characters coming your way as soon as i get my grubby little paws on their official colors

WAAAHHH UAREHLUTDGLAXITTWK THANK YOU!!!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹

You've been the main motivator for me to get this comic off the ground, you're a real one Kozzax ❤️❤️❤️❤️

"We can't wait to meet you!!"

[v-o-i-d-p-u-n-k]

Secret santa for @kozzax / @kozzax-draws + something extra =))

(This may not have been what you meant but hope you still like it)

((I was also a pinch hitter so yeah))

I also read the red army as the broken hearts club somehow, so i fully did this and only after realised it was the wrong one so have this as well =)

[false-anachronism]

tagged by @intertexts :3 !!!! hi ros ty ty

tag whatever many people you would like to know better

last song: rich by cosmo sheldrake!!! been on a cosmo sheldrake kick lately i fuckin love this guy. he's got vibes

currently watching: um. lots of qsmp. also i want to rewatch steven universe very soon but that might have to wait until the end of this qsmp arc bc MAN things r getting intense and i have no room in my brain for anything else rn

currently reading: well. lots of fanfiction. still trying to get thru worm as well but its a v sporadic process!!! and there's another book i got halfway thru called “the beginning of everything: everyone gets a tragedy” and i stopped reading when the main character got a boner while watching his crush swing on a swingset. like a playground swingset. i wanna finish reading it at some point but the main character is v full of himself and his crush is very much “not like other girls” so it’s kind of painful

current obsession: QSMP. SOOOO QSMP-BRAINED ALL THE TIME ALWAYS. but also can i say dreamstuck??? my own fanfic is consuming my every waking second that is not currently occupied by qsmp. either way i guess my current obsession is minecraft roleplay but one of them is a homestuck au. it's a problem <3 does anyone wanna talk about qcellbit/qpactw??? i wanna talk about celltw. fucked up gay cannibal prison romance that was never endgame but fuck it was weird. or dreamstuck in general does anyone wanna hear about dreamstuck i can talk about dstuck

hmmmmm who to tag...... i am always so nervous scared when tagging people BUT @keptoabysmal @khimkito @nekrotiize @kozzax u don't have 2 do this but i am curious!!! what are you guys watching and reading and listening to!!!! i wanna know!!!!

[anachronistic-falsehood]

Spotify wrapped sonfg #77!

god. ok this is gonna b about blorbos u dont know (yet) im so sorry kozzax. i got hit w the worm beam listening 2 this. take this as worm propoganda ooooo u wanna read worm so badddddd oooooo

"Colin?"

He hums, his face pressed into the crook between Dragon's neck and shoulder. She's cooking something. She can't eat--although they are working on adding some functionality to her android body that could introduce taste, which is coming along nicely, but the actual consumption and disposal of food would be a waste, so they're still trying to workshop some workarounds-- but she says she likes cooking anyway. Something to do with her hands, something productive, that isn't just building machines. They're lucky he can eat, otherwise she'd be cooking for nothing.

"What would you do if... if Saint locked me away again?"

The question gives him pause. "That won't happen."

"But what if it did?"

"He can't." He tightens his arms around her middle and takes a deep breath. She smells like machine oil and warm circuitry.

"But someone theoretically could." She pokes at whatever's in the pan in front of her with her hand. Looks like a stir fry. Her synthetic skin doesn't burn. "What would you do?"

He watches her add some spices to the food as he considers it. The first time it happened--fuck, he doesn't want to think about that. That was probably the worst--shit, how long even was that? The worst time of his life. When Saint "killed" her, Defiant had never been more angry--and more devastated--in his life.

He hadn't talked about it. Not even to Chevalier, his closest--well, only friend outside of Dragon, aside from Hannah, but she wasn't exactly the type to talk about these things. He had liked to think that he'd gotten better, that he's gotten more open, but the moment Dragon wasn't in the picture, he shut down again, throwing himself back into work, desperate to find a way to bring her back, or do something good at least, if not that.

If someone got rid of her--if they killed her again, refused to bring her back, he would kill them. He knows that. It's undeniable.

He doesn't say that.

Something happens in his brain, a twinge in his circuitry. She's in there. He can feel her. It was almost unsettling the first time she poked herself into the cybernetic components in his brain, but it was something he swiftly got used to. It feels natural now, her coding intertwining with his neurons.

She knows what he's thinking.

He almost feels bad about it. Colin Wallis, Defiant, the hero, wanting to kill some imaginary someone for a crime they haven't yet committed. Sure, he'd let some people die before, but he'd never killed with own two hands.

She says nothing about it. No scolding, no disapproving comments. She just curls around his neurons like she belongs there, and there's a jolt in his system as she makes a connection from his brain to her android body, and then it's just the two of them, intertwined, both of them feeling the sensations of both of their bodies, pressed together in the kitchen, warm and safe.

He would kill if anyone took this away from him.

They smell something burning and snap out of it. "Oh, shit." Dragon reaches into the pan and stirs the food. He just snorts and keeps his head tucked into her shoulder.

He doesn't need to read her mind to know she would do the same for him.

[anachronistic-falsehood]

HOLY SHIT KOZZAX DREAMSTUCK ART!!! WAAAAAAAAAA

The Medium Awaits.

As always Dreamstuck is written by @anachronistic-falsehood! I love this story soooo much. The new chapter is what finally convinced me to plug in my ipad after weeks of not doing so just so I could draw Eryn.