#day 83

[daily-leon]

[shittyjakeenglish]

dirk giving jake a little smoochie on the cheek

Day 83

mwah!

[dailykaeyas]

[dailydoseofdragon]

Day 83- Scauldron

[werewolfaday]

day 83

[adeleine-everyday]

day 83

teeny tiny

[daily-fern]

day 83 (pov u are Fern learning how 2 draw)

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 83

em ess paint

[kaveh-a-day]

Day 83

[wigglesdtuff]

Try and say that to me again

[badlydrawnjake]

[days-until-burnout]

idk if you still take requests, but the Joel intro of the week literally was “I’m addicted to Eefo …’s frog game”. So Much potential like I just had to say it somewhere and you can’t stop me.

i... i forgot the etho part. joel is addicted to the frog game. the grind never stops. he can eefo late. frog game now. men are temporary, frog game is forever _____

📧 Day 83 -

Characters - Etho + Joel Words - 946 Time - 35 mins Content - Hermitcraft

Joel manages a total of two hours of work, mostly stripping then chopping wood before he grows antsy—hopping to get around, shifting weight from foot to foot, looking to the sides as he moves about—

He knows, he knows it's getting bad, very bad in fact, because his ax breaks and he is left staring at his empty hand, the broken bits of his ax littering the ground now. His good ax, maxed out with enchantments and for sure he knew it had been more than fifty percent in durability. And yet—

And yet—

Rapidly, he shoves the logs into his inventory to transport to the nearest storage. Some barrels along the walls of his stairs, not optimal or even smart, but he drops the logs into them carelessly, dashing up with a lighter inventory.

Atop the stairs, a rocket explodes before he properly secures his elytra, taking some damage but still taking off the ground. He glides down a little to situate himself, and soon enough, he is breaking rockets to fly to the shopping district, recklessly checking his comms. The feed is most filled with conversations, chatter he doesn't care about with the sporadic death message—luckily, none familiar.

He finds the arc and swoops in, dragging dirt and dust inside as the soles of his boots drag on the ground. He slides to a stop right in front of the payment spot, not even sparing a second look at the boot-drag marks under him, gaze instantly latching to the highscore banners above the game's entrance before looking to the entrance.

The sigh of relief he lets out is too loud, and it's a very clear sign of his addiction.

But Joel doesn't have time for introspection, because he flicks his inventory up, grabbing the spare change diamonds he had set aside that morning. For this, a couple laps, just to distract himself. He swears he will get back to work after, he just needs a couple runs, beat his own highscore and everyone else's.

It will be quick, he says, eyes fixed on the pot.

Just as he goes to deposit the diamond, a hand jumps to grab his wrist, yanking it up slightly. Joel looks heartbroken immediately before his body kicks into motion, yanking his limb back as he turns to yell at whoever—

"Etho?"

"Joel."

He blinks a couple times, anger shifting to confusion back to anger, "Why'd you do that for?! Don't you want the diamonds? Let me—"

"You were here two hours ago," Etho near hisses, and there is something that flies over Joel's head. Because how dare Etho! Doesn't he want the diamonds? Doesn't he want people playing his stupid game? Joel glares at him, Etho's own eyes sharpen.

"So? I need a break. You can't tell me how I take my breaks. Any—"

Abruptly, Joel's words cut with a yelp as his body moves away from the entrance. His mind takes a second to comprehend before he gives in and trips along as Etho pulls his elsewhere. Down the steps near the entrance, opposite the actual froglight ship, then he's landing on something semi-soft.

Etho.

Etho.

He sputters and tries to jump free, arms quickly tight around his stomach, holding him in place. Normally, he is much stronger than Etho, but, well, he'd been neglecting himself in favor of… Yeah. He knows it's bad.

Etho lays sideways on his boss chair, legs kicked on the armrest, back against the other. At first, Joel sits on his lower stomach and pelvis, then squirms himself onto his stomach which Etho doesn't even seem to mind. It takes a bit longer, a couple minutes of fussing because Joel realizes Etho isn't even trying to hold him down.

Joel is just weak.

The realization dawns on him and horror washes over him.

"Are you done yet?" Etho asks, his tone the vocal equivalent of an eye-roll. Joel stills, dropping his head into his lap, utter defeat.

Etho sighs before he sits up a little, Joel falling against his legs and not even fighting it. His cheek presses against Etho's knee before being nudged to change positions, which he does—well, more like Etho moves him around like a ragdoll, because he disconnects from his body for a moment as his mind rebuffs.

When he blinks, grounded now, he is facing Etho. Etho still sitting across on the chair, and now Joel too. Sitting on his pelvis against, leaning back on Etho's legs. His right leg is tucked between Etho's side and the backrest, the other on the floor. Etho has his left arm behind his head, right hand flimsily holding Joel's, simply watching him and just…

"I want to play," he says quietly, almost pouty and whiny.

Etho rolls his eyes, and Joel can see it this time, "Nah, it's broken."

"No, it's not."

"It is."

"No."

Etho raises a brow, and Joel realizes how stupid it is to argue with the game's owner. But he is stubborn.

But he is also very tired.

"Fix it."

"Later."

"Now."

Etho hums, then brings his left arm to his abdomen, comms appearing in his hand. The conversation cuts short when Etho pays Joel no attention, scrolling through his feed, uninterested. And Joel can leave, Etho is no longer holding him down or back, and he could leave and see if the game is actually broken. He knows it can't be, because he was here just two hours ago and everything was fine.

It could've broken right after, maybe?

Joel finally exhausts himself thinking when it could've happened, and Etho only spares a huff and a smirk as he falls against the backrest.

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can you pinpoint the point in the story where i lost the plot because it happened

[magoranzz]

83. balloon

blu

balon bollun bolon meh

[ryoshudoodles]

83° Day of waiting for Canto 9

[daily-yanqing]

(day 83) TUMPET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[eridude]

could you draw a 'quius on of these times? he's my favorite character :]

u have a Great Favorite Character!!!