#moonquest yogscast

[shirtshawaiian]

spotify wrapped is here put your whole entire top songs playlist in the tags i will go first

[llithiumstars]

colouring book is OUT i can finally colour them

[floydleart]

xephos in morning glory pool?

Moonquest era grump

Send me a character and a palette!

[melongraph56]

either wholesome xephna or rival ship rythna. whichever you prefer! go as feral as you want with the latter if you pick it hehe

I just now realised I read your ask wrong. I'll redo this ask to do it justice another day whoops. but hey! have both ships :)) beating the shit out of each other,,

also I've run out of request, please send more!! you have until wednesday >:)

[dustiedoodles]

Duncan lividcoffee Jones of the Yogscast

What a wonderful little troll, I think moonquest is becoming my favourite thing I’ve seen Duncan in

[fumblemore]

[blockmenmakemecry]

HELLO

You can call me Blocks!

Or anything, I'm really not too fussed

I am a writer and artist!

Please if you're interested in anything I do tell me!! Ask me questions!!!

I have autism and my current ongoing hyperfixation has been minecraft, for literally as long as I can remember

Since it was released?

I am currently in love with these MC series!! Please talk to me about any of them!

Hermitcraft

Left Behind

Life Series

Series I'm not quite over yet

Achievement Hunter King Series (but I can't bring myself to rewatch them)

Yogscast (like moonquest and yogslab, they make me cry atm lmao)

I am quite unwell so I'll do my best to stay off tumblr when it's bad so I don't go reblogging some sad or possibly upsetting stuff!

I am not savvy at Tumblr so one day I may change this post to be more readable/accsessable with tags and what not

[castleparv]

sometimes you gotta just

[phosphorescentspaceman]

a second sick fic in as many days? yes - xeph & honeydew fic

“Xeph? Friend, you look paler than usual, an’ that's saying something because you glow in the dark.” Honeydew could see it clearer as they hopped off the carriage, making their way back to the shitty cave they’d made home over the past year. It was worse for wear after Israphel had blown it to shite, but it’d been the only place they called theirs after the final battle. Still, the semi-regular trips into the slowly recovering Mistral were doing great things - both for Honeydew’s ability to eat something not terrible and for Xephos to be around people. A weird sort, that one - so self conscious and snippy but faded away without people to talk to. He’d been entertaining some nosey children with a dramatised (and sanitised) tale of one of the earlier legs of their adventure and they’d been near clambering all over him - touching the golden buttons of his coat and his leather scabbard. He’d borne it all with surprising grace - Honeydew hadn't known he’d even liked kids until the first little bugger had tugged at his coat with sticky fingers, doe eyed and shy. 

The drive back in the carriage no one would let them pay for had taken around 2 hours, and Honeydew hadn’t been overly surprised that Xephos had dozed off, but the fact he looked far worse after his nap was what had him worried. Xephos blinked at the question, seemingly needing a second to process what he had said. 

“Ah, sorry friend. I’m well enough.” 

Well enough - well that was a red flag and a half. He thanked the driver and grabbed their crap from the back, not letting Xephos take anything before walking the last of the way to their home. Xephos trailed behind him, each stumble sending more alarm bells ringing. When Xephos almost collapsed onto the bed after what couldn’t have been more than an 8 minute walk, Honeydew was really concerned. 

He walked over, noticing how Xephos was burying himself under the quilt despite the warm day, the exercise and his own thick coat. Ah. He rested a palm to the taller man’s head and was startled by just how high his temperature already was. Xephos melted into his cooler palm with a soft noise of relief. 

“Xeph? When did you get sick, you silly nonce.” Xephos tugged his hand away, replacing it with the cooler one that hadn’t yet been warmed by his fever. 

“One of the kids, I think.” Honeydew frowned. 

“Already? That was - fuck maybe 5 hours ago at the most.” Xephos nodded against his palm. 

“My immune system’ll be shit. Didn’t think about it.” 

“Immune system? You’ve never got sick before.” 

Xephos laughed, soft and tired. “I didn’t - didn’t grow up here. You know how you’ll get something as a kid and then never again?” The connection formed in Honeydew’s mind. “And then, it was just you for a while. And then we didn’t really see anyone, or we kept dying, and it wasn’t a problem, so I forgot about it.” Xephos hadn’t sounded so dazed since he’d been last concussed. 

“That doesn’t explain why you’re so sick already, though.” Xephos went to swap his hands again, and let out a whine when it hadn’t cooled enough for his liking. Honeydew grabbed a clean washcloth and dipped it in some water, laying it across his head. Xephos shivered, grabbing Honeydew’s hand anyway. 

“It’s - complicated. Head hurts ‘dew.” He let Xephos whine for a bit before prodding him to keep going. “It’s - evolution - if it killed your Dad you wouldn’t be here. And then there is some stuff with maternal antibodies and -” he let out a huff, tugging at Honeydew’s hand. Following the guidance of his near delirious friend, he let himself be dragged onto the bed, his hand placed firmly in Xephos’ hair. He hadn’t known how needy Xephos could get when he was sick - it was cute. 

And then the implication hit. 

“Wait - this could kill you?” he nearly shouted. Apparently that was far too loud and Xephos cringed away from him painfully, shivering. “Ah, shite, sorry, sorry.” He adjusted the cloth back and gently pet his hair, feeling the slightly clammy texture of his friend's skin as the fever sweat started to kick in. He was starting to panic now. “It could kill you?” whispered, taking in the grey cast and the dulling of his freckles.

“Maybe - or not. ‘Dun know.” He shivered pathetically, pawing unhappily at the blankets he’d only just clambered under, trying to wriggle out of his coat and pants. “Saw it - they didn’t give the field tech PPE, she didn’t make it.” There were too many words in that mess that Honeydew didn’t understand, and the ones he did painted a horrid picture. “But I’ll be back - so. ‘S ok.” He kind of wanted to shake his friend, but settled for gathering more cloths and a basin of water. 

“Of course it matters if it hurts, Xeph. And -” neither of us have died from sickness, he thought, what if it's different. He thought better about saying that out loud. If Xephos wasn’t well enough to consider the option when he was the one of them that catastrophized - well. He didn’t need the stress making it worse.

It only got worse as the night wore on. Xephos slowly stopped being able to hold a conversation, stopped being able to tolerate the gentle touch of Honeydew’s hand in his hair as the fever made everything painful. The worst part was the sickening wheeze he picked up when late night moved to early morning. He looked grey, the tips of his fingers were near black, and the only noises he was capable of making were soft moans of pain whenever Honeydew had to replace the cool cloths across his forehead and arms. Honeydew wouldn’t have thought he was capable of sleeping in a state of stress like that, but he blinked and awoke with the mid morning sun peeking in through the windows. The bed was empty, but the smells of illness lingered. Something like horror crept into his chest and he ran outside, Xephos standing hale and hearty in the yard, shovel in hand.

There was a freshly turned over mound of earth next to him, 6 feet long and 2 feet wide. 

“Oh, friend - thank you. Sorry about last night - I just. I thought I’d set things to rights before you woke up.” There was a smudge of dirt across his nose, the image charming but the implications horrific. 

“Xeph -” Honeydew didn’t know what to say. ‘Why didn’t you wake me?’ was childish and the ‘I’m so sorry I couldn’t fix it.’ was too much, stuck in his throat like a barbed hook in a fish’s mouth.

“Friend?” 

Honeydew bit everything down and shot his friend a tired smile that rang utterly false. “Sorry Xeph, I’m still frazzled. We have pastries from town inside, and I can set the fire if you want a cuppa.” Xephos smiled brightly, leading him back inside. 

“Sounds delightful, friend!” There was dirt under his fingernails. 

[skylordhorus]

jaffa factory 2????????

[llithiumstars]

Jingle Jam 2023 is now over so here's my colouring book pages for easy access! The download link is still live if you want the full book.

Thanks all, and enjoy the rest of 2023.

[furubatsu]

https://youtu.be/kzeeV_Dl9gw?si=0y_0XLGCf3ymCRjF

Did someone say dwarves in space?

Dwarves are short, powerfully built, with presumably a strong circulatory system and a culturally strong warrior ethos as well as a cultural tradition of strong and intricate craftsmanship. All of these factors make them ideal jet fighter pilots.

[melongraph56]

merry christmas @floydleart! enjoyed being your secret santa this year :D

[dustiedoodles]

Lewis Xephos Brindley of the Yogscast

“Scoop it up with your fucking hands”