the way they are so in sync omg

I love the idea of Empires S1 Joel being a doll or a sentient statue, I like to imagine that his craftsmanship is so good, the joints so hidden, that no one notices until he takes off his head.

empires 1 joel ending up in a random ass place and basically not questioning it at all, shrugging his shoulders and going, "might as well build a castle" is funny and all, but then you remember that that's literally what he's like. a demon was terrorising everyone and our man went, "ugh all this corruption is so annoying, anyway now i'm gonna go work on the palace, oh and btw i'm turning one of these tendrils into a tree". every life series joel's greatest priorities are his builds that he'll kill people for destroying. man's whole life will be crashing down around him and he'll just be like, "oh well, who gives a shit, i'm gonna go build"

It had to be said

My 1.3 k dtiys has arrived!! No rules, you can do all three, or just one, in whatever style you want. Tag me tho I'd love to see ^_^

Reblogs appreciated 🌊 my ko-fi ☕

I've spent so long organising my smallishbeans playlist just to realise noones gonna understand that it's organised but me💔💔💔 so I've decided I'm gonna explain it on tumblr (listen I know noone cares but I spent over 2 hours organising it please listen😣)

So basically it goes in ascending order of smp created!!! (Xlife,third life,empires you get the point..)

Last life has the most songs because I decided to give last life joel (mostly) all the violent songs cause he's the most violent one lmao

Xlife= my church-oh ana

Third life= fuck you I'm going underground- sleeping giants

Empires 1= awesome as I wanna be- everybody loves me

Last life= right now- Boogie woogie wu

Empires 2= kiss me son of god- your obedient servant

Double life= everybody's falling in love- play with fire

Limited life= bad boys- bad boy

Secret life- skeleton appreciation day- how I'd kill

Cjoel(they didn't fit any individual character)= terrible things- Brittle bones nicky 2

I totally didn't waste My time doing this and I'm like so cool it's crazy😁😁 (I hope this doesn't seem like some weird playlist advertisement I just needed to "rant" about this😭)

i barely remember anything from s1 of empires but whatever jimmy and sausage had was something crazy. this is my understanding of the dynamic

their strange beef and its homoerotic subtext will be studies by historians to come

no because what if he really was just a little obsessed with him like

this is semi 1 of the rare jimmy pair reqs i asked for :3 should be honest i am aware of this pairing but i know soooo little and i wanna do something with more effort so this will be revisited okie byeeee

Aeor and Xeor- an eternal struggle.  AKA lynx’s warmup sketch got away from her.  I tried to combine Scott’s stag and the statue for Aeor, and Xeor was to look like his vessel and the tendrils and a demonic stag. Lots of fun doing this.

I'd like to apologize for my outburst yesterday with a doodle dump- Patton

I like this Lizzie design tbh

Am I gonna use it?

...

No.

Not yet anyways, I still like mine UvU

I have just binge-read ttsbc and I cannot shake the mental image of the bird trio meeting Empires S1 Scott and just being baffled

ESMP1 Scott: Hi! I'm the Prince of...

TTSBC Avian Trio: HORNS AND WINGS AND EARS!? AHHHH!

ESMP1 Scott: ...nice to meet you too...

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. 

headcanon that in mezalea mourning clothes are as bright and colourful as the matral palace to signify that the fallen will always find their home in mezalea and are now in a place as beautiful and joyous as the empire with the multicoloured roofs. after all, once upon a time a man found his way into a wasteland and brought it to life - and now its inhabitants wear vibrant clothing in place of all-consuming black, because even death isn't an ending. it's a new beginning.

geminitay!!!!!

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Emp 1 Pearl icon!! :D enjoy ^_^

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