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30/08 - Happy birthday Herobrine!
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Herobrine certifade caretaker of the infants of the Nether PFFFT I saw the babies and saw an OPPORTUNITY!
I'm happy with the design heh and yes they imprinted on him fight me-
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HELP, I'M HOOKED and I really like to draw the King in Yellow with mold…
Cat Burrow
Cats usually make their homes in narrow spaces. But in villages, they roam around so freely that it feels a bit strange. Considering their natural habits, though, I guess this actually makes more sense!
Hi. I was wondering if you can possibly do a drawing request of Alex and Steve from Minecraft in your style as humans? (Sorry to ask I was just curious)
let me know how i did
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anime baby ghast and anime ghast
擬人化ベイビーガストと擬人化ガスト
"I was built to protect.
To follow orders.
To fight, if needed."
That is what I was told.
But no one tells me anymore.
They walk past me now.
They don't even look.
They fix me when I'm cracked.
Not because they care.
Just so I can fight again.
They say,
"It’s only metal. It doesn’t think."
But I do.
Sometimes, I look at my arm.
On it, there are drawings made by children.
I still remember their voices.
"Grandpa Golem!"
Now they don't come near me.
I ask myself,
"Am I a tool? A monster? A hero?"
"Do I protect because I was told to...
or because I want to?"
The Core inside me beats softly.
It gave me life.
Maybe… even a soul.
But if I have a soul,
why does it hurt?
The Illagers want the Core.
They say it's power.
But they don’t understand what it *costs*.
I’ve seen what they build.
Things like me,
but twisted.
"They look like me…
but their eyes are empty."
"Who am I?"
hi dis my art.