Ethoslab, and Hermitcraft by extension never truly leaves my brain; here’s a Drabble @froggymarsh
No TWs :)
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Etho glared at his trembling hands as thunder sounded outside the shop he was currently shopping in, and definetly not hiding in from the storm. Because that would be embarrassing.
His ears flicked out and down as the loud crashing of thunder rang out again. All this because he wanted some great deals? At least he’s in a nice shop, with beverages and books.
He curls up against one of the drink machines and eyes the rain pouring down outside. He doesn’t mind the rain, he likes it, and the mud, but! He hates the sound of thunder.
Etho gripped his hair and tugged it, huffing angrily at his own reaction. It was a stupid thing to hate- thunder, because really, it was harmless, but it’s just so loud!
Suddenly, his ears pricked up as he heard the sound of rockets. Who was flying in this weather? Were they trying to get themselves struck by lightening?
When Joel flew directly into the shop Etho was sitting in with way too much speed and tumbled into a book case, Etho had his answers.
“Joel,” Etho greeted, forcing a grin. Joel was fun, but he was also loud and Etho did not want loud at that moment. “What uh, what’s up?”
“Just came to grab some books,” Joel replied, walking further into the shop. He was dripping water everywhere and it was making soft discordant noises that made Etho twitch. Joel shook his head and fling water across the floor. Drip drip drip. “What are you doing?” Joel asked him, staring down at him with confusion. Etho brought his knees up to his chest and shrugged.
“Waiting out the storm.” Etho answered after a moment, picking at a loose thread on his pants. “You shouldn’t fly in this weather, you know.” He added, looking up at where Joel was perusing the books. Joel laughed and give him a smug look.
“You’re so obsessed with me,” Joel joked, “Making up advice so I stay here with you.” Etho laughed but still felt himself blush, as he always did when Joel did his playful flirting thing. He flustered every time.
“Right,” Etho replied, there was a slight lull, and then thunder sounded and Etho jumped up, pacing the floor. He took a few shaky breaths, and found himself facing Joel, who was staring at him. Etho blinked at him.
“Are you scared of the storm?” Joe asked, and it was just a bit too soft, too concerned. Etho stiffened.
“Psh, what? Me? Of course not,” Etho claimed, looking around anxiously. His hands were tightly fisted in the fabric of his pants, to stop them from trembling. Joel narrowed his eyes at him, and took a step forward. Their faces were close together and Joel was staring at him like he was an outlier in a data set.
Another crash of thunder and Etho found himself hiding his face in Joel’s side, ears pinned down to his head. He quickly moved away, feeling his face grow warm with embarrassment. “I- uh.” Etho swallowed. Joel gave him a smug look.
“Called it!” Joel said with a laugh. “Do you want to cuddle Etho? You could have just asked.” Etho looked at Joel and shrugged, chewing on his lip. He was feeling- small? Maybe a bit. Words were hard suddenly.
Another round of thunder and Etho had taken Joel up on his offer, jumping at him and sending them both to the floor so that he could hide in Joel’s chest. “‘m no’ scared,” Etho mumbled, flinching as the thunder continued to roar. “Is jus’ loud.” Joel gave a hum of understanding, and Etho couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped him because he could feel that, lying on Joel’s chest.
Joel pet Ethos head and nodded. “That’s fair, it is pretty loud isn’t it?” He asked softly. Etho nodded and closed his eyes. Lying like this, he could hear Joel’s heartbeat, and it was a much preferable sound to that of the thunder. Joel stayed quiet too, letting Etho get comfortable as they lay in a pile on the floor of the book and drink shop.
It was nice, and Etho could appreciate the quiet all the more due to the relief it provided from the loud.
note; sooo I really like pink and blue when I'm little so I had a lot of fun with this one bc.. Ranboo. i love them sm aaaaa they're so cool anyways!!! I have two fics and like 10 other moodboards coming!! (half of them are paired with hc's so !!)
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other moodboards (requests are open :3)
taglist; @jjtheresidentbaby @lillylvjy @wilmaslittleflower @whos-nicooo @littlerosiesoot (ask or dm to be added!)
BABY G is just such a little guy. So little guy. Just plop the little baby on some blankets and pillows and you can do whatever work you needed! Nests are 1000000% are for naps though js- and baby birdie LOVES strawberry milk. i reda a fic once and just adopted that wholeheartedly. also you have to feed a baby g because ONE time Mumbo didnt and he managed to unscrew the bottle and that was a very unhappy bath.
Just a baby birdie <3
Check my pinned if you’re interested in sending in an agere/related art request ^^!
no ask this time, just felt like making a charlie one!! i made it super duper fun and bright! i’m gonna make some hcs, i’m sorry if i spell somethin wrong, i’m a bit small!
cg!charlie hcs:
he would surprise his little with candy
he wouldn’t be very strict
would have kids bandaids with lotsa fun cartoons and characters!
loves any nickname that his little comes up with (dada, bubs, bubba, any short version of his name)
he loves to tell stories and make up games to play with his little
he’s a bit quieter and softer than he acts on stream when around littles, not wanting to overwhelm them
dad jokes. lots of them
likes to take his little on adventures, going to the beach, the park, the grocery store, you name it!!!
will improvise little songs about tasks (makes up silly lyrics and melodies about brushing teeth, taking naps, coloring… you name it)
he definitely calls littles kiddo! :)
definitely bought those glow stars for the ceiling for a little one !!
haiiii m bac agin !! auhhh culd u plese doooooo too moodbords ? onee for cg!ranboo + cg!tubbo nd onee for litle!tomy ?
uhh lotsa flowers nd cows nd stuffies nd red nd blue for da litle bord
aaaaaaaand for da cg bord lotsa hugs nd cudls nd whatevr els u tink fits :>
Qsmp agere headcannons bc I have writers block and feel bad about not writing (also I'm small rn so no guarantee it makes sense)
Roier is a "potions under the sink" kiddo, Cellbit is a "takes his toys apart instead of playing with them" kiddo
They have matching everything. Pacifiers with guapito/gatinho on the handles, pajama onesies, those matching Simba and Nala plushies with the magnets in the nose, sippy cups, etc. The only difference is that Cellbit's have cats on them and Roier's have spiders
They are somehow even clingier when tiny. You cannot separate them, they're a package deal
Cellbit has a rule that teddy bears, especially white ones, are completely off limits bc it looks too much like Cucurucho
He's very sensitive to loud noises and gets incredibly freaked out by medical equipment
Roier was given Bobby's toys after he died, nobody is allowed to touch them but him and Jaiden
Baghera doesn't technically have a caregiver, but often ends up with either Etoiles or Bad
Ironmouse and Charlie are besties when little, they are constantly having playdates and if left unsupervised one of them will end up hurt
Niki spends most of her time alone when she's little, but sometimes she asks for company and every once in a blue moon people will find her drawings dropped off at their bases
Etoiles tends to get distracted while little to the point where he won't notice issues with his blood sugar, so Phil is his caregiver. Etoiles hates this arrangement not because he hates Phil but because he feels babied in a bad way. Most of the time he ends up lying about his age just so he can be on his own (he understands why it's a necessary precaution and he does think it's nice occasionally, but it's obnoxious and it makes him feel bad)
Phil and Bad are the server's go to babysitters
Phil is trying to take more time to himself to be tiny but he feels incredibly guilty about it
When he does let himself it's normally Fit or Forever who end up taking care of him
Tallulah has an uncanny ability to figure out when an islander is small and tends to "babysit" (y'know when you where little and a relative would leave you to watch a younger sibling for like five minutes just so they didn't like. Eat a Lego. Bc it's like that) until Phil shows up or finds their cg
hello scu enjoyers here's a little r!charlie with cg!schlatt yesyes. it is set in a zombie apocalypse so trigger warning for non-graphic mentions of zombies and also a gun! i dont describe any blood or gore or anything dwdw - also maybe slight unreality for the line "was any of that real?" near the end
hope u enjoy <3
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“Oh, hey Charlie.”
Charlie’s head snaps up, meeting the eyes of a charming man standing behind the pristine counter of a little hole-in-the-wall bar that Charlie has never seen here before. His buttoned shirt is crisp, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he polishes a glass with a red rag. His apron is black and stainless. His hair is curled, his beard is groomed and well kept. His eyes are brown, and he smiles at Charlie as if nothing is wrong with the world.
“H-hey,” Charlie stammers. He looks up at the walls, the iron bars lining the entrance. He doesn’t remember walking inside, but here he is. The floor is strangely even, no plants, no rocks, no cracks. The groans of the infected outside seem so far away. “Hey- how do you know my name?”
The man’s smile does not change. His eyes flicker from brown to gold and back again. Charlie glances around the room. The light of the torches set in the walls is not comforting in the slightest.
“So,” the man sets the glass aside, slings the rag over one shoulder, and braces both arms on the counter. “Milk or juice?”
“What?”
“You look like you could use it,” he answers, simple as that. His fingers tap along the countertop. “Milk or juice?”
“What is going on, dude, how do y-”
“Milk,” he interrupts, eyes flickering again. Charlie shuts his mouth as the man’s expression changes just so, like a mountain challenging a pebble to a battle of might, or a sun backhanding a star out of the sky.
Then the man smiles again, simple as that. “Or juice?”
Charlie grips the straps of his backpack, a pebble, a pebble, a pebble. The groans of the infected feel like a hazy memory. He takes a step towards the counter, strangely uneven on the even ground.
“Juice, please,” he murmurs, taking a seat on one of the stools. It’s plush, comfortable, with a bar at the bottom for his feet. He swings them instead.
“Good choice,” the man praises, "now,” he laughs, “maybe this one’ll getcha. Bottle or cup?”
Charlie blinks. The mountain looms on the other side of the counter, with an amused smile on its face.
“Cup,” he answers, softer than he means to, but he can’t help it when he feels like a pebble, maybe all of four years old. The room gets hazy at the edges of his vision.
“Now, now, Charlie,” the man scolds lightly, almost teasing, almost stern, amused all around, “I think we both know the correct answer here.”
Charlie frowns, eyebrows furrowing. Was that not it?
“Cup, please,” he tries again.
The man tsks. “Charlie…”
He says nothing.
The man sighs.
“Tell you what, kiddo,” he leans over, sliding the glass easily off the counter and stowing it away underneath. He fishes around for something else, his smile still charming, his expression warm but oddly intense. “We’ll compromise.”
He returns with a dark green sippy cup with a light green lid. Two and a half hearts decorate the side, glaring up at Charlie. He looks away as the man retrieves another bottle from somewhere else. This one has a golden apple printed on the side.
“‘fraid apple juice is all we’ve got.”
Charlie shrugs. Apple’s fine.
The man smiles as he pours it, screwing on the cap and sliding it to him when it’s full. “Knew you’d be a good sport about that.”
Charlie wraps his hands around the sippy cup. It’s the perfect size to hold like this. His shoulders sag in relief, oddly comforted by this little bit of plastic.
“You’re doing so well,” the man praises. Charlie can’t help but preen at that a bit, turning the cup in his hands but not yet taking a drink. “I’ll step in as needed, but it’s quite honestly remarkable just how far you’ve come.”
Charlie tries to smile at him, tries to show he’s grateful.
The man chuckles, reaching over the counter to ruffle his hair. Charlie ducks away, swatting at his hand.
“Alright, well. You better scram, kid,” he reaches under the counter again, this time producing a gun. Charlie blinks. The haze in his head fades as he whirls around, spots five infected approaching. How did he not notice them getting so close?
“I’ll hold them off,” the man’s voice raises dangerously as he storms out of the bar with his gun, seizing Charlie’s collar and dragging him out with him, abandoning the bottle on the counter. He shoves him one way and fires the gun in the other, “go, kid. Go!”
Charlie stumbles, unsteady, but runs. He runs, ducking between infected and swerving around buildings and runs, fast as he can manage as they follow, running, groaning behind him, and he runs, and his foot catches a stone and he falls and he rolls and he-
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When he comes to, the sun is rising.
He jolts upright in bed. He’s home. He’s safe.
His jacket is pristine. There’s new patches on the elbows. There are no scuffs on his armor. His legs are fine, his heart is beating regularly, nothing is sore.
Cradled in his hand is a green sippy cup, decorated with two and a half hearts on the side that glare up at him.
He swallows.
Was any of that real?
He turns it over. There’s nothing inside, though taped to the bottom is a messy, scrawled note.
essentially a Redraw of this from @dragon-queen21 's story ! G wasn't really phys regressed in the fic but i love @little-froglight 's bits of G tending to phys regress so :3c!