Hi! uhh as i promised here are all my last life drafts, sketches, wips, or just abandoned ideas that i made throughout this season! For one reason or another (mostly bc of time constraints and laziness), i didnt finish these pieces and moved on to work on other things. You can probably carbon date these funny drafts by the episode dates + get a good idea of which characters i enjoyed drawing. I will prolly come back to some of these drafts in the future, esp if they’re already colored and make them fully polished for the joy of it once i have time.
Thank you guys so much for the support along my cringe ass journey into drawing very serious minecraft roleplay fanart. i appreciate it and see yall next season :D
i have so much i want to say on this but i’m not sure where to start….
like, first of all, imagine joe as a musician. their poetry turns to lyrics, and their words move more than mountains, they move islands and oceans and continents. and they love this woman, cleo. she’s a warrior, maybe, something reckless and irresponsible.
and one day, cleo dies. maybe they went out in battle, or maybe it was a well camouflaged snake. either way, she dies.
and joe knows they have the power to bring her back. so they march all the way down to hell to confront death itself. and they play a song so beautiful that death agrees to one more chance.
maybe joe doubts, just for moment. maybe they hear cleo trip on something and instinct takes over. maybe they forget to wait until she crosses the river too.
“Joe, I am thinking about death,” Cleo declares, hanging from the teeth of her snake cavern.
“…okay,” Joe says, slowly. He’s still looking through her chests for spare birch for some reason. She’s letting him. She really, really doesn’t need birch.
“Well, I mean, I thought you should know,” she says.
“I don’t mean to put you out by not bein’ suitably dramatic, but you think about death a lot,” Joe says reasonably.
“What? You’re good to talk about it to, what with you also being dead.”
“Am I truly?” Joe says. “I may be a ghost, and also transparent until each sunrise, but does that make me dead when I still speak? When I still dream, and change the people around me, and act?” He picks up a skeleton head from the chest and frowns. “Cleo, did you mean to lose this?”
“See, that’s what I mean—no, give it.” She holds out her hand, and Joe hands over the skull.
“Oh, good. Because if I held this too long talkin’ about mortality, someone might think it’s a bit too on the nose.”
Cleo snorts. “Alas, poor Cleo. I knew her, Joe.”
They’re both companionably silent for a bit.
“Any reason?” Joe says, after seemingly giving up on finding the birch he’d been looking for.
“For the skull? Joe, did you hit your head?”
“No, for talkin’ about death again, and why I don’t think we are.”
“Oh,” Cleo says. “Grian’s doing that game of his again, and I’m playing.”
“Oh! Good luck, have fun, as the kids and gamers say.”
“Thanks Joe. Appreciated.”
“No problem!” He turns to her and beams and she laughs.
“And you basically answered it anyway. What I’d give for everyone else to see it the way you do. We do, I guess. Death, I mean.”
“One day, they will!” Joe says brightly.
“Oh, that was ominous. I’m jealous.”
“With a little luck and also, ideally, some birch logs, you can be exactly as ominous as I am. Just three easy payments of I need those logs so badly Cleo why did you give me false hope—”
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