I love they :D

happy holidays and merry christmas to my lovely mutuals (in order) @ayyyyysexual, @xemnote, @bluesolarflare, and @gardenergulfie

you all mean more than you think to me and i’m grateful to have the opportunity of knowing you <333

stay warm!!!!

can i just say that your pfp is the most adorable little creechur i've ever seen

i just want to squish and hold gently!!!

EHHEEHEE thank you my friend salem (bluesolarflare) drew them!!! they’re part of a matched set aka my minecraft character on an origins server :]

Im the one @bluesolarflare person

I made this to reblog more MCYT content

Hi

I like them a lot

In my mind, this is their dynamic

Ill stop drawing her I swear (<- Lying)

The final WIP dump!

Thank yall so much for the support over the years!

oops! I am obssessed with her

She carries a kind of Unearned Guilt about her

perhaps a pearlo?

This is for my trafficblr besties

might i request a scott of the smajor variety ? :3

Me when I am a pirate

A Michela Darkeyebrows?

I need to watch the pirate show

I'm working on drawing all the original Empires Rulers!

I have a lot of thoughts on them and their stories so here's Shrub!

Gem and Fwhip

Lore Ramblings under the Cut!

Shrub Berry is the last surviving gnome. Before she became a survivor, she was a farmer’s daughter, the oldest of 10 children. Her life, before it fell apart, was humble. Shrub’s life was defined by routine. Wake up, help her mother with her youngest siblings, help her father on the farms, have dinner, and start again the next day. She wore clothes lovingly made by her aunts and learned about the local wildlife from her uncles. Her family always preached to her the importance of maintaining nature. To always thank her for her boundless gifts. Shrub was never one to pay attention, often questioning how important a relationship with nature could genuinely be (her mom would always pinch her chubby cheeks while insisting “she would understand one day” whenever she voiced a complaint). Shrub often felt her world was too small for her. She craved a change, and her wish came true when it all fell apart.

Shrub refused to believe that corruption had taken over her lands. She ignored all the signs at first and comforted herself with what was familiar. She built herself a village (a crude copy of her original home) and attempted to practice all the rituals her mother taught her. Gods, how she wished she paid more attention to the small routines of her home life. Shrub attempted to foster a relationship with nature, to cook the meals her siblings loved, and to farm the way her father had. She tried anything to reconnect with her lost culture, to ignore the swelling grief in her heart. Shrub was alone in a world that had become too big for her.

The Wolf Spirit grew up too soon. She was only a teen when she awoke, alone in an empty field. All attempts to replicate her routine had fallen short. What purpose did she have when all she could do was survive? It wasn’t until a wolf appeared at her doorstep, injured, that she would find a new purpose. She helped the wolf regain his strength, naming him after the moon. Lord of the Moon stuck with her, even once he was fully healed. Another wolf would poke its head into Shrub’s forest and Shrub would take care of it. Before she knew it Shrub had attracted an entire pack of wolves. Her respect for them summoned the Mother Wolf, the local spirit of her forest. The wolves became her new family. Despite how happy she was with the wolves, they did not stop the growing grief in her heart. A year after her escape, she finally broke down and allowed herself to grieve. She grieved for her family, her home, and for the fact that she was the last Gnome.

When the tears dried and the sniffles ceased, Shrub looked to the Moon and resolved herself to become stronger. When a familiar corruption came into the lands she refused to stand idly by.  Under the guidance of The Mother Wolf, she trained. She learned the language of the wolves and the language of nature. She carved a wooden mask and sewed rudimentary leather armor. After her hair caught fire while traveling the Nether, she cut it off to prevent further incidents. Shrub was hardly seen around the Empires anymore. Instead, The Wolf Spirit made their name known throughout the kingdoms, stalking the woods with a large pack of wolves behind them. The Wolf Spirit hardly slept, but who needed sleep when her world was in danger again. She would see no rest until Xornoth was punished for what became of her people. 

are there any two (2) kind souls who wish to follow me 👉👈

Im so close to 300 Followers!

I head canon that Jimmy has the dead anime mom hair of death

And this is why he always dies first

I agree! I really like interpretations of Jimmy with long hair. Im still working my way through the life series (My mutuals have strapped me into a chair to watch it with them) But I highly agree. Plus I think hed look so handsome!