@dashadowgirl I made two versions because i didn't know whether or not to add your name. Hope you like this! I realized how much I love drawing big bouncy hair lol.

Also, if other residents of Treebury want me to draw them (for free ofc), then DM me!

picrew time!!!! treebury edition:

Make yourself as a resident of treebury upon Avon!!!

Three versions of me because I am an indecisive and cannot choose an outfit

@thestarlitnights @outlying-hyppocrate @hildegardladyofbones @medlabmech and anyone who'd like to join the treebury gang :D

some doodles centered around crispin viscera of treebury upon avon (aka pretty flowerboy) featuring mentions of @dashadowgirl and @felixlib (:<

Hello all treebers and those upon the Avon!!!

A Google doc is being compiled of all the flora and fauna of treebury upon Avon and surroundings

Please let us know if anything is missing or if you want to help (it would be appreciated) and we will let you edit ^^

A portrait I got done of me and Mildred right after I found her back in Wolford.

It's me! As a mushroom fairy!! 🍄

This is my character/sona for Treebury-Upon-Avon, a fun magical world created by @dashadowgirl that I'm a part of along with lots of super cool people!! ^_^

~ additional details.

please send all letters to the house on the hill near floresta, the flower stall, where my lovely colleague, cohabitor, and friend, star, can collect them and ensure that i receive them. i am not often inside of the house itself as i am preoccupied with work and my flowers and such

do not refer to me as a vampire. i am not a vampire, but my mother was, which causes me to exhibit "vampiric" behavior and symptoms. it's purely genetic and nothing more

that being said. do not ask about my age

i am also half-elf, as most of the treebury residents are elves, such as my father was. i did not know him. my mother never spoke of him

if you find me sleeping in the grass amongst the flowers i recommend that you do not wake me up. the only exception is if i am lying in the sun. the sun makes me feel,, unwell

my flowers speak to me at night. they answer all of my questions. however, even they cannot piece together what my face looks like. i am poor at processing faces, which includes my own (in reflections, which, yes, i can see). but otherwise, they are lovely conversation partners. my flowers are even kind enough to let me eat their petals, but i usually do not, as we've still got to sell them at floresta. most of them, anyway. i suppose if star isn't watching i could

if you see me eating flowers, i am not eating flowers, that is an illusion and your eyes are lying to you

Dear star

You are cordially invited to the (platonic) wedding of Cimi Mimi Mimble @dashadowgirl Criccieth Lastname Woods and Hildegard @hildegardladyofbones Concordia Von Bingen Lastname Bones

The wedding will take place in the graveyard of the Treebury upon Avon church at 8pm GMT today (there will be chocolate cake & the wedding is forest themed)

how lovely! sounds fun! thank you for this

Cimi Lore

- I am a mushroom "person"

- Despite the fact that I have no human blood, only elf blood and the rest is mushroom

- Because of the elf blood I live a longer life than most, a majority of the woods family has lived to about 250 years

- I was raised by the mushrooms since I was just a spore

- Aging works differently as a mushroom person

- Uhh mushroom person reproduction works via spores and is therefore asexual reproduction :)

- The mushroom people probably originated from an elf with a mushroom colony who produced spores that were not fully mushroom and part elf

- Because of the asexual reproduction and the Woods lineage being healers, I have genetic resistance/immunity against almost all diseases, and practically every known one

- I have faint memories from past members of the woods lineage, they mainly are knowledge of potions fungi herbs and spells, no personal memories

(and yes I'm fashionably late to this trend)

@ra1nbow-0nyx

(Ah fuck forgot to post this yesterday)

Here you go! Hope you like this! I personally am very happy with how the colours turned out (and the sparkles). I did just now realize I missed a spot on the nameless version so I'll fix it later (too sick rn)

I finished the fairy glen draft!!!!

treebury upon avon crispin lore!!

crispin's mother's side of the family is almost entirely composed of vampires. this is not a thing he takes pride in, and actively denies the fact.

he is unable to recognize people's features properly, meaning that everyone's faces are slightly blurred to him.

since crispin is very sensitive to sunlight, he is most often awake at night, tending to his flowers. this unfortunately results in him being very tired throughout the day.

when working at the flower stall with star, he will usually fall asleep while talking to the customers, which makes him seem somewhat impolite. however, this is not actually the case, as crispin can be somewhat of a people-pleaser, trying to make others like him. he just has no idea how to talk to people properly as he comes off as slightly strange (':

crispin is extremely fond of berries, and especially adores eating raspberry/strawberry jam on toast from chanterelle coffee. it is the only thing he orders, and if ever they are out, he simply refuses to eat anything else.

that being said, crispin has been seen trying to consume the flowers when he thinks no-one is looking. to delve into specifics, he likes the white roses the best. please don't tell star.

crispin is naturally a very dramatic person, and enjoys pursuing the arts whenever he isn't helping with the flower stall. he likes to sing to the flowers at night, while the rest of the world is asleep (or, at least, trying to sleep, because they are silently hoping that this idiot will shut the fuck up)

he also likes to have conversations with the flowers, telling them about his dreams, a new piece of music inside his mind, a memory from his childhood. they do not respond, of course, but crispin quite likes talking to them. perhaps it is an effect of sleep deprivation.

despite sharing a lovely house on a hill with star, he is rarely seen there. he prefers it outside, where he can spend time with the flowers. if ever he wants to sleep, he sleeps with them, on a bed of moss.

he loves his flowers more than anything, even more than himself, which is surprising. he considers himself to be quite attractive, despite not ever being able to clearly see his own face. he likes to take a look at himself every chance he gets in the reflection of the river, hoping to recognize himself. but his flowers still come before everything and everyone as he is absolutely enamored with them (:

(i decided to do this because of @felixlib because i can't be an original person. feel free to turn me into a crispin-shaped knife block)

Pretty flowerboy theme :3

@outlying-hyppocrate

Eepy bois (gender neutral)

Drew Cripsin, Felix and Cimi (i didn't fit on the page) sleeping on the train yesterday because I was so fucking eepy, but the seats were too uncomfortable to fall asleep.

@outlying-hyppocrate @dashadowgirl @felixlib

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03.10. My Lule. Oh, here's your Ekata.

You were crying, I heard, which is quite unlike you. At least I think you were crying. You're always at the door here, talking to me. You were always so interesting to me, Lucjan, when we were children! You never cried very much, unlike the little ones in this house, namely the youngest girl, Helmi. What a sensitive child indeed. You never did smile either really, did you? And I was your opposite - as if my heart were on the outside! Constantly throwing fits over the littlest things. A tempest Bojana called me (though we called her Janica, remember? Oh, how she disliked it. She much preferred her regular name, Bojana-Leptirica. But I think it's nice, and matches us, Lule and Ekata and Janica. Imagine if you were a Lulica instead! Really). I was quite irascible, I think that's the word, but I'm what she would call "softer" now, certainly. Two enneae and a bit I've lived, and it's certainly made me more reasonable. Though it's not very much, is it? How old is our Janica? She must be hardly seventy, still young as we are. I do think you ought to come in sometime if you cry so. Lord Ruusu may be so kind as to open his doors to welcome you, Lucjan, the brother of his Katariina. I never liked that much and I'd rather the family called me my name Ekaterina, or Ekata, as you do. But you never refuse the name they give you, as it's a good name, and it's very distinguished and proper. Maybe they'll name you something as well. Something like Luukas. I'd like Luukas. And we'd be Katariina and Luukas, certainly, what a thing that is! - Your Ekata