#day 69.a

[days-until-burnout]

Day 69 (a) -

Characters - Gem, Cleo, Scar, Pearl, Tango (ft. Smalletho) Words - 462 Time - 15 mins Content - Hermitcraft | Referenced sex

"Today is a special day," Gem says, out of the blue in the middle of, well, nothing, really. She looks up from the fishing line she was spinning, not at anyone in particular, though the Hermits around her do look at her in confusion.

"Oh, well, of course it is, Gem!" Scar is quick to agree, boasting with a wide smile, before falling back into innocent confusion. "What of, exactly?"

Gem looks at Scar, looks at Pearl, at Tango, at Cleo, wonders briefly how they had ended up together, sitting in Joel's garden doing nothing. As far as she knows, they all have things to do. Materials to gather and builds to build, not counting the other miscellaneous things in between. Still…

"Today is annoy Etho day."

"Which happens every other day?" Tango laughs.

Cleo scoffs, smiling, "Every day, you mean."

"That too, that too," Tango laughs again.

But Gem shakes her head, copper curls swaying side to side, even brushing the tip of her nose. "No, no, you see, is a different Annoy Etho day. It involves Joel."

"It's a special day because you get to annoy both of them?" Cleo asks.

Gem makes a face, shakes her head again. "No. Not quite. It's… different."

Pearl joins in with a laugh too. She continues dropping dandelion petals on Gem's hair, some on Scar too, before dropping her hands in her lap, a knowing smile in her lips. "What Gem wants to say is that it's Cockblock Etho and Joel day, which is more like Cockblock Etho and Joel hour."

There is a communal sudden understanding, a waves of ah's and oh's. Gem remains determined, though, eyes fixed on the fishing line in her hands. She closes her palm on them, feeling the individual lines in her palms, letting go only to see the imprints.

"Joel was supposed to hang out with us, you know." Gem adds, almost a pout, like she needs to excuse herself and possible actions.

"Oh, don't worry. Any reason to mess with those two, count me in." Cleo adds in, placing the armor stand down she had been working on.

Gem nods, already back to full confidence with the backing of at least one hermit. Rarely does she and Cleo see eye to eye, but maybe this can be a bonding experience, if all goes well, that is.

"Okay, let's go." Gem pushes herself to her feet with Cleo following after, her lips pursed into an almost malicious smirk.

The rest follow, mostly out of curiosity that willingness to take part. Though, when push comes to shove, and shenanigans and hijinks are involved, the hermits have no qualms making their hands dirty.

Too bad for the love-birds though, Gem thinks to herself as she draws her mace.

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ngl. i dont think this warrants tagging anyone. so im just not going to. if you find this, you find it. if you dont, you dont 😂

[mikichko]

white women crying over this election cause they finally have to come to terms with the fact that they’ll soon be unlocking the WOC experience

[jouno-s]

the bsd death-baiting is getting sooooo HHHNNGNHGG

one cup of ACTUALLY ADVANCING THE PLOT please, waiter!

[days-until-burnout]

Day 69 (b) -

Characters - Etho/Joel (ft. Other Hermits) Words - 1,050 Time - 60 mins Content - Hermitcraft | Suggestive | Part 1

"This isn't very sanitary."

Joel turned to look over his shoulder, eyes landing on Etho instantly. Etho was facing him, arms stretched along the length of the hot tub, an eyebrow quirked. He looked at him for a moment, squinted, then eased up. He let his eyelids droop a little, lips breaking into a small smirk.

"You can always leave," Joel hummed in response, his voice shattering their lack of talking. Etho sighed, dropping his head back momentarily, giving Joel the chance to eye at his exposed neck, his Adam's apple, pale skin he knew bruised easily.

When Etho rolled his head back, he found Joel still standing in place, eyeing him back as the sleeve of his robe dropped. Something caught in his throat when he realized Joel had no shirt under. Way in the back of his mind, he should not have cared, seeing as he was down to his underwear already. But Joel's eyes darkened, his smirk sharpened, and this was exactly the reaction Joel had been looking for.

"What's wrong, Eefo?" Joel purred. He raised his right hand to his left arm, slowly gliding the sleeve down to free his arm finally. As he went, he spun around to face him. A chill from the wide, open window washed over his now exposed skin. Briefly, he wanted to stop teasing and just get in the hot tub. He was crueler to himself, however.

Etho snapped his head to his right, face a bright shade of pink that could not be hidden without his mask. He bent his arm to his mouth, clearing his throat against the side of his fist, feeling way too hot all of the sudden despite the breeze sneaking in behind him.

Still, his mind was too curious, too attatched. Too drawn to Joel to think.

His eyes dropped to the bubbles in the water, his body blurring under it, and slowly, he glided his eyes over to him. Joel was no longer looking at him, fixed on the knot of his belt around his waist, the top of the robe haphazarly behind him. Joel arms and chest were naked, the lines of muscle visible with scars littering skin. There was a bruise or two, though the color was too light to be of worry.

After a second made eternity, Joel finally undid the knot. His thumbs dug into the now loose knot, tugging on opposite directions and the robe fell.

Etho looked away again, too sharp to be able to play it off. He even closed his eyes, body burning up. For moments, sweat and water blended, body drying for a second before a wave rushed up to his chest.

"Ah, much better," Joel breathed out as he sank into the bubbling water. He closed his eyes to enjoy the heat against his cool skin, then he opened one eye, tilting his head curiously as his companion. "Too hot? You're all red."

Joel was teasing him, he knew. They both were aware. Yet Etho did not look, as if not looking meant he would not be perceived either. But Joel was much too needy for attention, swiftly moving over, right beside him. Bodies brushed, intentionally so. And there was nowhere to run, though the window was an option if Etho was desperate enough.

A finger poked his bicep, followed by a giggle.

"If you're not gonna relax, you can leave."

Etho sucked a breath in then exhaled slowly, relaxing his shoulders as much as he could before prying one eye open. Joel was looking up at him, green eyes and a wide smile, and that was enough to finally make him let go. He dropped his head in the other direction, easing into a smile.

Unlike Etho, Joel had his chest against the wall of the tub, arms crossed over it loosely. Joel nested his head in his arms, eyes glinting when Etho held eye-contact.

"No one want to hang out with you?"

Joel's eyes went wide, lips parting with an offended gasp. When he pushed himself up, the water thrashed, spilling against their chests and gliding down. He moved over to him, unsure if to argue or fight, but he was moving and Etho responded.

Since Etho was sitting, he was sturdier compared to Joel's flailing, so it was easy to 'catch' him and pull him down, the thinnest layer of water caught between their chests. He had Joel's right wrist in his hand, his right arm wrapped around his side, holding him tight against him.

Joel fought for a second, giving up shortly after since, again, Etho was a more solid position. He settled, dropping his forehead on Etho's collarbone hard, then he looked up, smiling. Etho squinted down at him, and Joel tried to play it off, looking down at Etho's naked body.

Lips pressed into Etho's skin, short kisses with smiles. Etho's hands tightened on his body, but he was not deterred, pushing to trap him against the wall of the tub. His lips bounced up leisurely until he pressed against his Adam's apple, smile widening before lightly grazing his teeth on trembling skin.

Etho shuddered, sighing as Joel kissed the underside of his jaw.

"Whoa! Bad timing!"

Joel jumped back, startled. The only reason he did not fall back first into the water was because Etho was holding him, not having let go despite being walked-in on. He blushed hard, snapping his head to the top of the stairs where their friends were, smirks and amused eyes. When he looked back at Etho, he saw him looking into the water, facing away from them.

Joel did not know how it happened. From one moment to the next, their private moment was interrupted, and the spacious hot tub was soon not.

Etho was in front of him, mask back on despite the steam and heat. Cleo on his right, Tango on his left. Scar was on Joel's left, Pearl on his right, Gem tucked between Pearl's legs as they had ran out sitting space.

They were talking about stuff, though Joel was paying no attention. Etho was, now mostly back to normal, or at least putting up a good front. He splashed some water between his hands, sighing.

Etho caught his eye, and Joel shrugged with a smile.

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the sillies. the absolute sillies. i miss them</3

[darkandstormyranger]

i hope they never make a temeraire movie BUT IF THEY DO i think the end credits scene should have all characters dancing to ABBA's Waterloo like in mamma mia. same clothes too

[lopez-richter-fangirl]

I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen a negative funds raised on the tracker before. We’ve got to fucking get it together

This graph is NOT the most accurate because it’s still early and can’t adjust that well for the boosts we tend to get in livestreams so I don’t want it to scare anyone but… they’re currently NOT projected to be likely to hit the goal

I see people talking about being excited for these events, and I have too because I want to be hopeful and I do still believe we can do it, but it will ONLY happen if they reach the goal. Otherwise, they get no money, likely lose money they’ve already had to put into preparing for this season, and suffer a huge setback that means we’re not likely to see anything of this scale from them any time soon if ever