#iconicanemone

[chiliger]

Clone cadets discovering finger paints. Older clones discovering multi-colored cadets (thankfully before any kaminoans do).

Arts and crafts… always a joy 🫠

(Spanish translation: I wanna sleep )

@iconicanemone

[phoenixyfriend]

🔥

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

It's fucked up that people accuse me of being an insane control freak for considering the idea of not having any alcohol at my hypothetical wedding.

[mallowbees]

Tango in his astral library

Not so much the actual library part, but he chilling!

[ID: A full color, angled from the top left, simple drawing of Tango, sitting on the nether hub end portal island. He is a blonde spiky haired man wearing a red visor, medium grey vest with dark grey should pads, a red shirt with light grey cuffs, red arm warmers, red pants with grey patches on the knees, and black boots. He is sitting on the island looking down into black. The island looks like a gazebo. It has a stone base covered in candles, with dark red-purple support beams covered in league vibes with pink flowers, the roof is two shades of purple with a darker purple orb on top. There is a hole in the middle of it that leads to black. On the right edge, red plant matter and vines is holding up more purple structure. End ID]

[made-nondescript]

Scar and kid!Tubbo? 👀

he's never seen bubbles before. or, "hey, who taught this kid on i found on the side of the road to swear?!"

[ambersky0319]

Boop!

found a good gif!

Ooooo nice!!! I think this is the first gif I've seen!

[littlehungrywarriorcats]

what? I watch two episodes of a random YouTuber and end up following them to their tumblr? What is this? Just a person who has a good personality and video style I guess ;)

Aw thanks ;)))

[ambersky-art]

I wanna request some art of my oc Annabelle!

Annabelle is super cute!! Hope you like it ^^

[12u3ie]

Drabble! Joe tending to the Spawn Garden and a Mystery Hermit™️ comes along! (Hermit of your choice)

The garden was useful on the first day. The Hermits spawned where it would soon lay, and they laughed as it was constructed. Others passed by in boats, poking fun at the farmers. They smiled and waved back. By that nightfall, carrots and potatoes and wheat were abundant. Within the next week the small farm was overflowing. But as the days went on, the Hermits built their own farms. They had crops at their fingertips; why go all the way to spawn when one could bonemeal the crop at their feet? Slowly but surely the garden that had been built with such care was abandoned, and the crops stood unpicked. That is, save for Joe Hills. He went around once a week, picked the crops - always full, every root and grain fully grown - tucked the food and excess seeds in a chest or barrel, and replanted. It was there since the early days, much like Joe himself, and he wouldn’t stand to let it be forgotten. Hermits moved on, Joe knew and understood, as did he. But one must tend to the past to preserve and remember it, and Joe was a historian at heart.

He wiped his brow and sat under the small starter canopy, also built in the early days. He sighed and closed his eyes. It was nice to get a break from the pinball machine, as grand and exciting as the project was. The sun was warm, not hot. The breeze was cool and light. The perfect day and time for a rest.

The nothingness in front of Joe’s closed eyes grew darker. “Excuse me kind Hermit,” he said, not opening them, “but I have to say you’re in my light a bit.”

The Hermit laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m just passing through.” They sighed. “You guys sure do a lot around here, huh. I could never. Well, at least not as good as the rest of you.”

Joe smiled softly. “Beauty takes time,” he said. “And practice too. And we all have our purpose too, as you know.”

They chuckled again. “Yeah, but my crap is always ugly as sin. All stoney and not very elegant. But,” they added after a moment, “I suppose I’m proud of it. Just as I’m proud of you guys for building all this wonderful organic redstone-y stuff. I just don’t know how I ended up with all you amazing guys.”

“Well because you’re amazing too!” Joe said, eyes still closed. “You do a lot for us, even if folks don’t often see it.”

The Hermit sighed. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” They both paused. The silence was welcoming, the kind between old friends. “Welp,” the Hermit said eventually, “I’d better head home now.”

Joe waved. “Goodbye TFC.”

He could tell Chef had smiled back. “Goodbye Joe.”