#shortgrass

[rainbow-string-tied-me-to-you]

And I'm just happy to be here!

[uninad4]

the shortgrass rivalry begins!

[prudentseer]

I'm so sad Joel missed this message because I laughed a little too hard when I first read it. Whether it's genuine concern or not, it's still funny.

If you stretch, it kinda encapsulates the shortgrass dynamic right now. Joel (accidentally) ignoring Bdubs and Bdubs being filled with anger but trying his best to tamper it down (at least until he can kill Joel).

[risibledeer]

coupla sketches. i am so excited for lag duo btw three years ive wanted this lol. they're just a coupla best murder buddiess<3 also the last one is an interpretattion of events alright lol

[dragonflavoredcake]

Etho: We should take time to appreciate the little things in life.

Joel, to Bdubs: You are appreciated.

Bdubs: OH SHUT UP—

[dredgesnails]

life size joel and bdubs

[z0mbiew00d]

Drops these and runs

[shulkersneow]

hey guys is this anything

[sonmori]

🐴💢💬

[smallishbeansshipbracket]

this is the match that all of u guys have been waiting for!!! this is gonna get heated 😭

edit: I MEANT BRACKET 4

[solbellaria]

We love Joel's detailing

[c0zy-r3tro-pals]

Started a new notebook!

[days-until-burnout]

Day 8 -

Characters - Bdubs/Etho/Joel Words - 750 Time - 24 mins Content - Hermicraft | fluff | sleeping

“You look awful.”

Bdubs blinked a couple times, taking almost a full minute to clear his vision, which should’ve been his cue to rest. But his eyes focused on that stupid smirk, and his exhausted body has a surge of energy flow through, pushing him to startle himself awake. 

“Me?! Look at you!”

Joel, in fact, did not look at himself, already knowing what he’d find. (And no, it wasn’t his handsome, tall, sexy, clever, witty, and extremely rested self.) Instead, if he looked at himself, he’d find himself a replica of Bdubs, both exhausted to the bone, at this point staying up out of sheer pettiness and stubbornness. And ego. Very much ego. Because whoever stayed up the longest would get the title of taller of the two, which was very important. Very important. To them. Of course. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, B-double-short.” 

Bdubs jumped to his feet, the sudden movement making him dizzy, and his weakened body swayed. Or the world did. He wasn’t sure. After that big moon accident (which he wasn't sure was or wasn’t a mass hallucination or bad dream), anyone could be possible. And sudden earthquakes seemed more than plausible. 

Joel cringed, Bdubs sudden movement making him dizzy too. 

They should sit down, maybe. Lay down even, sleep. Very likely. That was something to do when tired, sleep. Rest, close their eyes and cease being stupid. 

Especially when they had a very peculiar friend. 

Etho. 

Etho who happened to be a phantom hybrid. 

Joel thought that it would be funny to annoy Etho their whole ‘not sleeping’ thing, and because he liked annoying Etho, he figured it’d help him stay up. It had been a good plan, when he was lucid (if he ever was, in the last two or three days), but he hadn’t counted on it also helping Bdubs. So there they stood, around his mailbox while a very pissy phantom hybrid glared at them, neither of them aware enough to feel an ounce of guilt. Or thought. Maybe. Joel started tasting colors a while ago, and he was colorblind, so that was something. 

“You think this is funny?” Etho asked, directed at both of them though only one of them took the bait. 

“Very!” Joel chirped, slowly turning to face him, blinking a couple of Ethos away. There was only one Etho, that much he knew. Though the thing standing in front of him didn’t look much like Etho, a very big and slim phantom more like it. And when he squinted, he could only see mismatched eyes. Ah, Etho! “Eefo! When did you come by? What are you doing here? You’re obsessed with me, don’t lie to me!”

The phan– No, Etho– Etho only glared. Bdubs chuckled, falling back against the wall. Standing on the steps on their state probably wasn't a good idea. Not that they could think about it. Maybe if they put together whatever remained of their braincells together they’d have enough to spark one line of common sense. Maybe. Though not likely. 

Etho turned around, threw his tools and redstone components back in the shulker, making the executive decision to take matters into his own hands. Sure, being this close to them was painful and it was practically ripping him apart, but these were his idiots after all. And his sole consolation price as he threw them both over his shoulders, carrying them up the steps (and promptly ignored how weak and frail they were), was the after they were back to their senses, guilt would rip them from the inside as their sleeplessness shredded him. 

That was something to look forward too, at least. 

He kicked Joel’s door open, kicked it close with the heel of his boot, then climbed the stairs to Joel’s bedroom, throwing both of them on the bed. He could almost feel the change once they touched the bed, though they were out cold between the moment he picked them up and before taking one single step. He sighed, shrugged his jacket off and climbed onto the bed, falling between them as his wings phased through them. As little as they deserved it, he pulled them close, held them against his chest and decided to take a nap, even if it was midday. He wasn’t counting on them waking up until a day later, but it didn’t matter. If this being stuck to their side got them to rest, then he didn’t care about wasting his own day. 

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i am [deity of choice]'s eepiest soldier. i did something so incredibly stupid, and i am without braincell. and extremely tired. this fic was a call out post to me and me only also, do these 3 have a ship name i feel like they do but i have 0 braincells rn also also, good night nate the hoof guy (i wonder if anyone got that reference pls say someone did) unrelated, but my time was 15+9, and i genuinely thought it was 26. like, i was so sure until i went to add up all my writing time and realized and came back to edit this. someone save me pls

[prudentseer]

Sometimes I forget about how often some hermits just...lurk on social media sites because WHO TOLD HIM THEIR DUO NAME IS SHORTGRASS? WHO? (Made me jump as Etho would say)

In other news good episode from Bdubs as always, I enjoyed the amazing new biome as much as the interspersed threats of violence against Joel sprinkled throughout. Including but not limited to wanting to crit him out by jumping off one of his roofs to a bomb sent to his mail.

[asexualaromanticautistic]

what joel said: "short grass good"

what i heard: "shortgrass good"

[dragonflavoredcake]

[Pre-Season 10]

Bdubs, meeting Joel for the first time: WHAT ARE YOUR ADJECTIVES?

Joel: You mean my pronouns?

Bdubs: NO, I ALREADY KNOW YOUR PRONOUNS. WHAT ARE YOUR ADJECTIVES?

Joel: I dunno, what are yours?

Bdubs: NOISY AND CHAOTIC!

Joel: . . . I've never had something go from making no sense to complete sense so quickly.