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I think just to spite Joel's shovel we should all start to analyze his other playlists too. Gonna figure out the deep secret meaning of "Gym 2023" and "Carrots"
#carrots has to be sausage and mog’s flirty playlist#sossmp#sos SMP#smallishbeans#joel smallishbeans#you smell like carrots#mythicalsausage#mogswamp
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oooo they look good together
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you're all looking at the fact that it was joel who built the statues but i am only thinking about how etho did not make any statues after joel and well you know, the fanfics write themselves atp
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i think collectively we have been too focused on the part of that one tango stream where etho talks about his insane desk setup that we got distracted from him saying HE PLAYS GUITAR???????
#I 100% missed the guitar thing#sir please if you get any hotter i might actually burst into flames#ethoslab
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I love watching Scar and Etho interact even when they try to be friendly I feel like at any moment there are like. 5 levels of psychic warfare going on.
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my beloved writers, here's a daily reminder that your writing is never ever trash or bad as long as you have fun writing it. go wild and have fun. there're someone out there who will love and cherish those words you wrote. ♡
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the consciousness of decked out has actually been split into three pieces between the members of the Deepfrost Court. the pieces that became a postal service and a factory are confused but not as confused as the part that's becoming Frogger
#oh this slaps#wake up babe new headcanon just dropped#hermitblr#hermitcraft#hermitcraft 10#tangotek#pearlescentmoon#ethoslab
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reblog if fanfic writing has been a source of happiness for you and has helped with your mental health
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Reblog if you love AO3 and appreciate their volunteers who are working harder than God, fighting battle after battle, making sure the place that is a safe space for every fandom is staying up and running for all of us
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I'm too afraid to even TRY to start watching hermitcraft. Like, where do I even start? There are so many people! I'm not really familiar with any of them. How do I decide which pov? Do I just start at the most current season? Will I be lost? I mean, I'm already lost.
It's intimidating, and I'm a coward.
#my advice for this is always#start at the beginning of a season#watch a few different povs until you find someone that draws you in right away#then watch their season#over time you might be piqued by someone else’s personality or build and branch out#it’s chill and fun I know it seems intimidating at first but you’ll love it I promise#hermitcraft#hermitblr#my first was s8 gem she’s so cute and talented#now I watch most povs as they come out#but I will drop whatever I am doing for cleo etho joel and gem
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Jellie tends to be a very curious cat, sometimes. She likes poking her nose into places it doesn’t belong, or snatching things from Scar and Grian when they catch her interest.
Maybe Scar should’ve known better, then.
He sits in his and Grian’s bedroom (it’s been theirs pretty much after the second month Scar moved in), a ring in his hands. The metal is cool against his palm, a soft rose gold. The band isn’t anything special, a simple engraving in it. Scar knew Grian would throw a fit if he found out Scar spent so many diamonds on the ring. So he tried to get something reasonable.
He can spoil Grian with the actual ring.
If he says yes, that is. Just the thought makes a shiver run of Scar’s spine. Is he really doing this? He and Grian have only been together for a year and a half, but Scar just knows that he’s the one. There isn’t any doubt in his mind about it. But does Grian feel the same?
Jellie jumps up on the bed next to Scar, meowing at him. She brushes her head against his arm as she settles beside him, and Scar smiles. “Well hello there beautiful lady. Are we requesting pets?” he teases as he brushes a hand through her fur. She curls up close to him, leaning into his touch. Scar sighs softly, scratching behind her ear. “I don’t know Jellie… do you think he’ll say yes?” he asks quietly. She stares blankly up at him. “Yeah okay, fair enough.”
Past their bedroom, the front door opens and shuts. “Scar, I’m home!”
Scar jumps up, disturbing a content Jellie. He shoots her an apologetic look, giving her one last pet. But the most crucial piece?
He makes the mistake of leaving the engagement ring on the bed.
As Scar walks out the room to greet his boyfriend, Jellie takes to making their bed her own. Yet as she moves, the shiny ring catches her attention. She tilts her head, curious about the shiny object. Sticking a paw out, she swats it. Again. And again. And again. Until the ring tips over the side of the bed, dropping to the floor with a ‘plop.’
Her pupils widen in that playful way they tend to do, wiggling before she pounces.
Oblivious to what his cat is doing, Scar is sweeping his boyfriend into a hug. “How was work?” he questions, looking down at Grian with a curious yet soft gaze.
“Tiring,” Grian huffs, content to melt into Scar’s grasp. He lifts his arms, returning the embrace as he does so. “I had to remake the blueprint at least five times until the guy was happy with it.”
Scar winces, “Eesh. Now I’m kind of glad he only wanted you to meet with him.”
Grian glowers at him in return, though the look is entirely playful. “Yeah, yeah.” He leans up, brushing their lips together in a soft kiss. “Consider yourself lucky.”
“I think I will, thank you.” Scar grins, stealing a kiss. “How does a movie and dinner sound?” He bumps their noses together as he smiles.
“Let me think about it,” Grian hums, booping his nose against Scar’s as he does so. “As long as there’s ice cream after.”
Scar lets out an affronted gasp, pulling away. “I’m offended you think there wouldn’t be ice cream after all!” he says as he walks toward the kitchen. “Go sit! I’ll grab the takeout leftovers.”
Laughing, Grian takes his shoes off and heads over into their living room. He finds Jellie there, playing with something caught between her paws. He fondly shakes his head at her, “What do you have now, miss?”
Jellie looks up at him with a meow as she swats at whatever it is she’s deemed her new toy, chasing at it. However, said mystery object knocks into Grian’s foot, and he gets it first.
Leaning down, Grian picks up what appears to be a rose gold ring. He inspects it in his hand, eyebrows knit together as he does. “Where did this come from?” He blinks at it, looking down at Jellie. “Did you rob someone?”
Jellie sits in front of him, slowly blinking. The perfect picture of innocence.
Shaking his head with a faint laugh, Grian looks at the ring again. His heart skips a beat as he really takes in the detail of it. He certainly didn’t buy it. Did Scar? And if he did then….
Heart a little louder, he turns to his boyfriend. “Hey, Scar?”
“Yes, love of my life?”
“Any clue what this is?”
Scar walks into the living room, the soft crackles of a furnace behind him. He pauses when he notices what Grian is holding in his hand. His eyes go wide, looking a little pale. To the side of Grian, he spots the movement of Jellie’s tail, and looks directly at her. “Traitor,” he mutters.
“Scar?” Grian questions, confused and… maybe a bit nervous.
“Haha uh… any chance we can forget this all happened and revisit it like. Next month?” Scar weakly chuckles, the epitome of nerves as he looks at Grian.
“What’s going on?” Grian’s brows furrow in confusion, a bit of concern leaking into his expression.
Scar knows trying to lie about it is practically pointless. Grian is too curious and too stubborn to let it go. And now that he’s seen the ring… Scar takes in a shaky breath. “Void, alright. Guess we’re doing this.”
He walks over to Grian, “May I?” He gestures for the ring, and Grian slowly nods. He hands the ring over to Scar, who accepts it with shaking hands. “Okay.” Scar sucks in a breath, unbelieving that he’s really doing this right now.
Slowly, Scar drops down on one knee in front of Grian, watching the way the other’s eyes go wide. But something about the position doesn’t feel quite right. Brows furrowing, Scar sets his other knee on the carpet below. “G? Mind kneeling with me here?” he asks, to which Grian nods. He joins Scar on the carpet, kneeling with him as well. “Much better,” he hums, pleased.
“Scar what?” Grian questions, lost and confused, and goodness his heart is beating so fast.
“I uh, I had a whole thing planned out, but Jellie seems to have thrown a wrench into all that,” Scar chuckles. “But it’s fine! I can improvise, who needs a plan?” He does. He needs a plan. Shaking his head, Scar reaches for one of Grian’s hands, grasping it in his own. He takes a measured breath, and begins to speak.
“I love you. More than words will ever be able to describe, G. You’ve done so much for me, more than I think I’ll ever be able to thank you for. You found me on the street, and despite being scammed by me, you still offered me a roof to live under, and a home to heal in.” Grian’s eyes are focused on him, listening with rapt attention. His gaze only worsens Scar’s nerves, heart beating a mile a minute. “You’re stubborn and witty, and sometimes you steal the blanket from me.”
Grian laughs.
Scar loves the sound.
“You don’t let me wallow in self pity, or memories of the harder times. You’re endlessly kind to both myself and Jellie, and everyone around you, even if your patience runs a little thin and you get snippy. We may get into a minor disagreement here and there, but you always come back around to me.” Scar smiles softly at him, so painfully fond and loving. “Back on that world… I never thought I would get to live life again. Or even enjoy the night sky without being afraid. It felt like a part of me was always missing, but I found that part with you.”
“Scar…” Grian trails off, face going red.
“G, you’re my home, my light. I want to spend every day waking up next to you and messing up pancake batter with you,” Scar laughs, the sound wet and shaky. Grian laughs with him, sounding just as affected. “I want to hold you on your bad days, and on your good ones. I want to be there through everything, for the rest of our lives. You’ve reminded me what it’s like to live and love, what it’s like to be me. There’s no one else for me, my heart and souls are yours.”
Scar swallows, holding the ring out to him. “So… will you entangle your life with mine forever? And marry me?” His expression turns bashful as he asks, and Grian is red in the face.
“You…” he trails off, amazed and in disbelief all at once. He looks between Scar and the ring, and he shakes his head. “I’ve been trying for days to find the perfect way of proposing to you, and you go and pull the rug right out from under me,” he laughs. “Curse how perfect you are sometimes.”
“C’mon G, you’re really leaving me hanging here!” Scar whines at him, making Grian laugh all over again.
Grian wraps his arms around Scar’s shoulders, pressing their lips together. “Yes, you spoon. I don’t want anyone else. Just you.”
If their neighbors hear how loudly Scar yells, well… it’s a warm congratulations to the newly engaged couple.
Jellie watches her humans cry in each others arms, tail flicking lazily at her side. She better get extra treats for this.
(It’s only later, when they’re sitting on the couch, curled into each other, that Scar realizes what Grian said. He turns to him, “Wait, you were planning to propose too?”
Grian snorts with laughter, “Hadn’t even picked out a ring, but yes Scar, I was.”)
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“Well, you’re locked in now,” xB said, sending a thrill up Gem’s spine.
She hadn’t spent a lot of time with him, but she’d been hoping to change that. He was a shyer hermit, and that made it intimidating to break the ice because she was afraid of making him uncomfortable with how outgoing she was. It was easier interacting with the more extroverted hermits because they could just bounce around and be bubbly together and she knew they were all having fun.
So thus far, she’d simply admired xB from the sidelines. She loved the sound of his voice, how calm and collected he was. She loved his little chuckle, the way his eyes twinkled, like he had a secret. He was quietly mischievous and that excited her.
And now he was joking about locking her in his house. Excited was an understatement.
“I guess I am,” she said, hoping she didn’t sound as breathy as she felt as her stomach fluttered.
“You can’t leave until you answer three questions,” he said, grinning, and oh his smile was so addictive.
“Okay,” she agreed, nodding emphatically. She looked around for somewhere to sit, but he hadn’t done much with the interior yet, other than the beautiful flooring. “Um, no chairs.”
“Yeah I just have my bed,” he said with one of those chuckles that she felt deep in her belly. He plonked himself down on one side, and Gem made the snap decision to be confident, striding over and perching next to his pillow.
Their knees were less than an inch apart and she forced herself not to look, not to wonder what it would feel like to brush up against him.
“Okay, first question, who inspires you the most on Hermitcraft?” he asked, and he didn’t sound awkward or shy, and maybe she’d misjudged him. Maybe he just didn’t easily reach out to new people and she’d just needed to take the initiative all along.
“Bdubs,” she said easily, smiling. “How about you?”
“Oh definitely Etho,” xB replied, and Gem couldn’t help the light blush on her cheeks at the mention of him. Yeah, Etho inspired her, too, just in ways that couldn’t be discussed in polite conversation.
“Question number two,” he said, and there was that twinkle, that little mischievousness that drove her crazy. “How does it feel to be locked in my bedroom right now?”
[finish on ao3]
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BOAT BOYS Obsession continues
Hello my dear smalletho enjoyers. May I present you my quick references for boat boys in their double life time
I will draw more of them, since I like to expand their dinamic to all next series you know it only makes sense, considering how much they are osessed.
Anyway i think their relationship goes through all possible russian rolacoaster. They obviously start pretty low, with Etho clearly not exited to be with Joel, but red life changed many man before them and nothing could've saved them ESPECIALLY with a god demn soul bond. They fell down for eachother bad. But when it was all over, the feeling died down, or atleast that's what they would like to belive.
Hehe more on that in next post, when I finish the rest of the sketches uwu
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sausage is in mcc
mythicalsausage is in mcc
big daddy sausage uwu can’t let him out in public because he gets sent to horny jail is in mcc
on fwhips team 🤣😂🤣😂
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