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little guy
doodle req 4 michael? :3
A boy with his birds
Quarter 1, match 3
Micheal _Beloved vs Baby Jim
Micheal _Beloved
Baby Jim
Didn't have a proper idea for this prompt but I did want to try out a different style on this drawing ^__^!!
@sixteenth-day-event
Shapeshifters of the DSMP
and a bonus phil and human!techno bc i wanted to draw him big stronk arms
btw hey @quack-city sorry if you don't like to be tagged, whatcha think of my techno design m8?
Wild Micheal_Beloved appeared!
Grass so tall he needs his chicken to see where he's going.
Unkle Tommy taking care of Micheal cuz his parents dont exists yet.
Micheal wants to give you lavender flower <3 (i have no idea what lavender symbolizes. I just bad some in my garden and I like the smell)
Also how he become to be is a bit funny for me cuz after I didnt go to sleep and it was around 11 am and I decided that Yea whatever I'm going to do a doll today and 7 hours later he is.
So yea he took a LOT shorter then other dolls (Gogy taking 12 and Tommy 23) cuz both he is smaller and I actually forgot to add a LOT of details I wanted to add (the greenish flesh of zombified piglin and stuff) and I couldn't be bothered to go wet felt the pants for them to be more felted, neither did I go to iron the clothes which I usually do.
But he is so flipping adorable anyways <3.
also if anybody reads all this rumble of mine feel free to go to my inbox and suggest what dsmp characters should I consider making next.
Needle Felt Dolls Master Post
Micheal stood in the doorframe of the bedroom like a ghost, the glow of his remaining eye ruining any attempts at stealth, if the nervous tapping of his hooves or his tiny little cough hadn’t already ruined it.
With a yawn, Tubbo pulled himself out of bed. “Micheal? It’s three in the morning.”
Micheal let out another sniffling cough. “Need daddy.”
“What's wrong? How are you feeling, baby?”
“Sick.” His voice had the rasp of a sore throat to it, one that’d be adorable if it didn’t mean the poor kid was struggling. “Hurts.”
“C'mere, baby.” Tubbo picked up the tiny form of his son, hugging him tightly despite the bones from his decaying side digging into his chest. “I know someone who can make medicine, okay? You'll be right as rain soon, bossman.”
And that's how Tubbo ended up in his pyjamas in the pouring rain at three AM, six year old in his arms, knocking on Wilbur Soot's door.
cbeeduo doodles but one was made a couple months ago and one was made yesterday :3c