#smalletho

[k1tty5]

your mazaleian (i cant spell) smalletho gives me life, actually, do you have anything esle to share about them

thank you for asking! I did not. So here you go, some sketches fresh off the… canvas. Or something.

[starcrossedandstupid]

wait. Wait hear me out.

Thanatos Etho and Zagreus Joel….

[iandoubt]

smalletho demolition lovers au?

//CW: Blood

I mean it’s too perfect. Psychopathic bisexual demonic serial killer x depressed emo angelic weapons dealer? I couldn’t resist lol. if you want story context and/or to have a good cry, look up the lore to three cheers for sweet revenge by my chemical romance it’s beautiful and very very sad, which for MCR is also very very on brand. Anyway internet please validate me and my efforts I spent a really long time on this.

[days-until-burnout]

So joel is a tanuki, and etho is a arctic fox, and Grian and jimmy are birds…

is it possible to make a fic where they all test the limits of their abilities like is joel able to curl his tail into a cinnamon roll??

Day 110 (a) -

Characters - Etho + Joel ft. Grian, Jimmy Words - 1,165 Time - 60 mins Content - Hermitcraft

On a random walk around the server, Etho found Joel’s base in the horizon. And from one moment to the next, he was closer and closer, until he was in the city. Not that he intended to, or anything—it was just a casual stroll, that was all!

But he was around, and Joel did not seem to be around, so he decided to look around. Admire Joel’s base and such, because the build was great. Amazing. He wanted to see him. To congratulate, of course. No other reason. 

And sooner than later, down a narrow set of stairs, he saw a water fountain. Joel’s statue juggling horse heads. 

He blinked a couple times, amused.

“Squawk!”

Etho jumped, head snapping up to find a parrot looking down at him. He stared at it as he walked the final two steps, walking in front of the fountain. The bird squawked again, fluttering its vibrant red wings. 

He followed a yellow canary that flew beside the parrot. The stillness vanished when the canary smacked the parrot with its wing accidentally, causing the parrot to look at the canary with offence. 

Funnily so, both birds were the same size despite knowing it was not the case.

Before he could ask outloud, the air was cut as something swooped down, sharp talons clawed at his collar and wings smacked him. He raised his arms to protect his face, stumbling back as the bird continued to attack him. It took a couple more seconds before he could grab the bird’s wing, pushing it away.

Etho coughed a feather, then tried to spit it out as it stuck to his tongue. Ultimately, he pinched it out, throwing it on the ground before looking at the bird. 

Unlike the parrot and canary from earlier, the bird looking back at him was a hawk. 

“Joel.” 

It flapped its wings as it screeched, trying to free itself. Failing, however.

“Hi.” 

Joel flapped his wings again. The brown and white feathers, the stripes and lines. They had a golden glow to them from the sun, but he could see the green shine when the light hit it the right way.

Joel tried to turn his head the right way round, bending his body a little as he tucked his wings into his body. Etho felt the flick of his ears, an animalistic reaction to the bird in his hand. Half interested in the feathered prey, but also unwarranted fear of the bird of prey. Behind those considerations, the sting on his neck and face burned.

Sets of flapping wings lowered as Etho tossed Joel away, quickly finishing something out of his inventory and tossing it further back. As Joel chased it, Etho shrunk to the ground, taking his fox form. 

If the hawk was Joel, then it was safe to assume who the other two were. 

Not that Etho did not know—he remembered Limited Life, the Bad Boys shifted into birds to play around in between sessions. 

Both were on the statues; Grian on the highest horse neck, Jimmy on statue Joel’s head. He found them easily, eyes fixed on them. They stared back, shifting from feet to feet, uneasy. 

Etho thumped his tail in front of him before standing up. His paws were planted on the ground, keeping an eye on the pair as his ears were allocated to the hawk tearing the steak with hunger. The sound of meat tearing and the birds up there made his mouth water, despite knowing those were his friends. 

So, before he did anything stupid, he turned his attention to Joel. Unlike the pair, Joel could put up a fight. 

And, well, more than anything, he hoped to draw out that canine instinct that seemed to be carved into Joel’s very code. 

He turned his attention to the hawk then dashed to him, leaping and tackling him away from the steak. Joel screeched and flailed, letting out a surprised chirp as Etho pinned his wings with his front paws.

A talon caught Etho’s tail, yanking it hard enough to shake his balance, giving Joel enough room to roll around and impulse himself away. Etho gave chase as the hawk flew close to the ground, slowly morphing into another animal. 

Talons and wings replaced by paws, the feathers by fur, and the feathered tail fluffing up. Claws clacked on the stone of the ground, an echo to Etho’s set. 

Joel rounded the fountain until he was fully shifted, then sharply turned around, barking at Etho and turning the tables on him. Despite being smaller than the fox, Etho still ran when Joel began to chase, snapping his jaw at him. 

They ran around the area for a while, jumping and rolling on each other, barking and biting and scratching with familiarity. Though Etho missed the wolf he had known in Double Life, he did not mind any version he got of Joel. And this tanuki was not half bad, still incredibly strong. 

Joel claimed victory when he sat onto Etho’s back, thumping his tail down onto Etho’s face. He looked up to the fountain where Jimmy was grooming Grian’s wings, a small pile of yellow feathers already fallen at the base of the statue and water. 

Etho bit on Joel’s tail, instantly letting go when Joel yelped, jumping away. He tucked himself behind his tail, looking at him with innocent eyes that should not have worked, but did, and Etho felt guilty. 

He tried to approach slowly, but Joel jumped onto the edge, circling away. Joel leaned down to drink some water, and Etho followed after, not moving closer until Joel calmed down. 

After drinking some water, Etho watches some feathers floating along. Then his attention drifted to Joel, who was now on his back, swatting at the circling birds. His tail was flicking, no doubt from happiness as it had earlier while they were play-fighting. Less, Etho would argue. 

Not out of jealousy. 

No, of course not. 

Still, he silently and gracefully walked the edge to them, stopping once the birds flew between them. Screeching and squawking, flapping their wings unhappily. They landed between them; Jimmy tweeting and jumping frantically at the forefront, and Grian staying behind wearily. 

Etho looked down, and simply swatted them aside. Not on the water, at least.

They tweeted, angrier now, but he tuned their cries out. Fortunately, they did not attack. Though he was not above letting his predator instincts overtake him. 

Joel was half-melted on the edge, pawing at his face tiredly, looking rather ready for a nap during the remaining sunlight. Etho walked over, careful to not step on his limbs and tail, nuzzling on his cheek. Joel gave a quiet bark, rolling onto his side as Etho settled down, wrapping his tail around him, which Joel caught in his mouth. 

Etho did not mind the light biting, nor the pair of birds settling in the space between them. He simply rested his head above Joel’s, and took his nap.

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me when etho and joel uttered in the same prompt 🤡 there was going to be more bad boys content but etho and joel in same prompt... 🤡 (this is not on you anon, this is a call out to me) also, idk if this counts towards the prompt. i honestly dont know what testing the limits are. if you meant testing limits as hybrids... ooops. you get creechurs

also! i am gonna start working on putting these on ao3 soon. just gotta see if i can borrow someone's mouse or else i'm stuck with trackpad for the 110 prompts ;-;

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[toximblee]

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[insomnya777]

hiiiii guys !!!!!!!! so me and @toximblee were cooking up some ideas ..... basically to all my author moots would u perhaps be down to do a little secret santa fic exchange 😄 super casual kinda thing we can make a little discord server have some fun with it ...... maybe ????? reply if ur interested ???????

[kyuyua]

I think they left the stove on

[gemisgreat]

"Thanks, babe! I mean Etho"

[150en]

From Gem's stream on 15.04.24 'hermitcraft - let's get back to work :D' [1:31:40~].

[tinyetho]

Haven't been able to watch his new episode yet, but OVERANALYZE? SmallishBeans Joel. You did this to yourself, you obsessed Ethogirl

[plumadot]

boat boys on hermitcraft. losing my mind

[keepsaken]

pov: they’re trapped in etho desktop background limbo forever

[batfadcrafts]

i may have a problem

[honeyd-melon]

vaguely traditional vs cyberpunk-esque !!

fight !!!

close-ups and a bit of rambles under !

both their designs are purposefully cluttered mainly because i think both of them have bases that are really busy in different ways (joel definitely more so than etho, but also cause etho's been focusing on frogger hence the frog bits and music discs/pages) but also because i love designing very Full outfits

i wanted to carry that busyness into their designs, ex. joel's many many colours, banner accessories and layers vs etho having a lot of trinkets and things on his person (you can't convince me he doesnt hoard at least a little . he has a shulker sorting system for every block in the game and i love that for him)

there were definitely more thoughts in my head as i was drawing but they've all escaped me so ,, maybe someday i'll remember

anyway !! thanks for reading my silly notes and i hope you enjoyed my renditions of hc s10 smalletho :D

[days-until-burnout]

Day 110 (b) -

Characters - Etho/Joel Words - 316 Time - 20 mins Content - Modern

It's late into the afternoon when Joel makes his way home; the door opens, the keys jingle, he takes his shoes and coat  off at the entrance. Warmth embraces him quickly, almost rushing spirits that hold him close. He slides a thumb on the underside of his scarf, tugging the knot loose as music quiets his thoughts. 

“You're back early,” Etho says, offering a smile warmer than the one he gave the tinsel. 

Joel smiles too, amused. Etho is wearing a Christmas sweater, rows of trees and reindeer and Santa's sleigh. It's hideous and Etho knows; a pre-emptive squint to shut him up. 

“It's cold outside,” he says instead, humming to the tune. Etho looks out the window and he follows, the last touches of orange slowly leaving. “It might snow.”

Etho groans, Joel laughs. 

It's good. It's fine. 

As Etho continues to saturate the tree, Joel makes his way to the kitchen. He shudders when he goes from carpet to tiles, and he thinks about a shower. He should, knowing Etho. And he should, because he needs to start dinner at some point. The fridge is as he left it in the morning, but there's hot chocolate on the stove. 

“I wasn't expecting you to be back so early,” Etho whispers behind him, arms casually wrapped on his sides. He is warm and so easy to lose himself to—Joel wants to. “You should've texted. I could've picked you up.”

“I wanted to walk,” he whispers back, much quieter as Etho pushes his cheek lightly. He turns, smiles when Etho meets him with a kiss. Lucky, he thinks when Etho walks in front of him, stealing more of his lips. 

There's glitter in his clothes and tinsel in his hair, an ugly sweater on his chest and the taste of chocolate on his tongue. 

In other news, Joel considers that he might've lost a while ago. 

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double smalletho today. my bias. ngl, it was an accident. i wrote 110.a at like [redacted] hour. anyways, double them. i cant ever have enough them. i might post one more tonight because i have self control

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[xio2mara]

i loved you until my lungs were filled with ash.