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#I MISS BOAT BOYS
thatcoyperson · 2 months
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I need more Boat Boys content in my life
A man can only watch Joels DL so many times before it gets concerning
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daily-ethoslab · 8 months
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[480] EFFO!!!
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makeshiftmiracle23 · 1 year
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do you think the reason etho perma died at the end was because he fell and didnt have joel to catch him and save him from his fall? bc they happened in almost the exact spot too.
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ethosiab · 1 month
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eefo doodles from this weekend!
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fountainpenguin · 28 days
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Etho sending Joel a letter in the mail telling him to take down the giant statues of Etho at the entrance of his base... "I know you hold me in high regard, but maybe your obsession has gone too far and I think it would be for the best to take those down-"
Joel, sending a letter back: "Wasn't me. Someone worked really hard on them though so I moved them to your base."
crying. they are so silly.
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cobblestone-butch · 12 days
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jus saw ur post ab sculptor etho muse joel, ik u got forcibly ejected from the writers room but if i make another writers room will u write it /hj
hey tysm! I ended up writing a little something so it will be below <3 this is mostly just Cleo helping Etho realise what might be going on with his struggles to sculpt. I hope people like and mostly that anyone who knows anything about art would write for it too (I know nothing!)
"So, first things first! Why do you want to learn to pose armour stands, Etho? Have you got a specific project in mind?"
There's an awkward pause.
"I only ask so I can get a good idea of what to focus on. It's just good if we start our work with something you're already interested in, right?"
She's never seen Etho look so... Nervous. Learning can be a vulnerable thing, sure, but Etho has never been shy with questions and comments and the unknown the way some people are. It feels wrong to turn to insults, light as they may be, to ease the attention - they're at a complete loss on what to do other than let him work through whatever he's feeling.
"Nothing, there's nothing... Specific I had in mind. It's... I tried sculpting."
"Okay that's good. That's great! What did you like about sculpting?"
"I didn't like sculpting."
Cleo laughs, a mix of confusion and genuine amusement, "Alright! So why do you want to learn 'armorstandography' then?"
Etho is still looking down, picking what she now suspects to be dried clay or quartz from his clothes. His shoulders drop a little from their previously hunched state though, which is a good sign.
"I just figured that maybe it would be easier. N-not that what you do is easy, I mean, you're clearly very skilled, and that's why I've asked you-"
"Etho, slow down, it's okay. I am perfectly assured in what I do and how much effort it takes. But still, I appreciate it."
"I thought maybe something with color would be more, familiar? I like vibrant colors and how they go together, and sculpting out of quartz is so... Lifeless."
Cleo shakes her head, "I won't teach you, Etho."
Etho snaps his head upwards, looking for some sign that it's some dry British humor he's missed. Cleo's face is even more stony than his recent attempts at sculpting.
"I won't teach you", they repeat, "Not for that reason. Color won't inject life into what you make, Etho. I won't teach you something that isn't true."
"Uh huh..."
"And besides, I don't think I believe you. I bet your sculptures have plenty of life in them." Cleo sees a frown pull on Etho's features, "Go on, prove me wrong."
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Etho puts his hand on the door leading to his storage area. It's a big enough space for art projects, and it's nice to hear items sort themselves as he works, frustrated as he's been with the outcome of his endeavours recently. Cleo reads his hesitance immediately, and knows that Etho won't find comfort in their reassuring words. Here, at the doorway, she pushes past him.
She's drawn to her own face first. Sat on a block is her own head, looking back at her. She sees her own soft features, big eyes and strong nose. A dozen other faces around the room, and she can just about identify them as their friends. There's one off to the side, hidden enough to not drawn attention but not hidden too much, as if he's given himself plausible deniability for doing it. Etho's problem is not that his sculptures look lifeless. Etho's problem is denial.
It takes Cleo seconds to spot and minutes to confirm - there's only one sculpture amongst the collection that properly resembles the person it's modelled after. Every other head or bust has been affected by it, flawed in different ways but for the exact same reason. They all look a bit too much like Joel. It's in the furrow of her brow, the fierceness of Scar's smile, the curl of Doc's hair. Their eyes are all bright, smiles meeting them in genuine warmth, and Cleo can see even with just quartz how skilled Etho is at what he does.
Cleo isn't sure how aware Etho is that he's making them all in Joel's image, so they opt for asking something less direct, "What do you think the problem is? With these sculptures?"
"They're all... Wrong. I just can't get anyone right, and I'm not exactly going for artistic liberty."
Cleo laughs kindly, "That's not exactly true, is it? I can see one that's particularly uncanny."
"Uncanny valley?" Etho makes the joke before she can, but it's not what she was pitching for.
She walks over to and stands behind the sculpture of Joel. "I like this one. I've definitely seen this face before I've died a few times."
Etho laughs, and it stops the ever-shifting of his feet and the picking at his hands. He runs a hand through his hair, letting it rest at his neck as he rubs at it in slight shame. "He's, ah, a vicious one, Joel. He does this little huff thing, and it sounds like a tiger- he's always in some kind of mood and it's always so big, he can't do anything calmly or slowly, you've seen how quickly he builds, and, I just thought what's the most 'Joel' face I can think of? I remembered how he looked building that TNT cannon..."
Cleo lets him talk. It's nice, after all the awkward, to see him talk to openly about all the thoughts that went into the Joel sculpture. She can almost see what he means when he says the other attempts are lifeless; the animation in his voice when he talks about Joel makes everything else pale in comparison. She doesn't think he realises.
"Do you know what a muse is?" They ask after Etho has run himself out of steam, or perhaps noticed a conspicuous lack of interjection from Cleo, a usually very active listener.
"You mean like an inspiration?"
"Yeah! Well, sort of. In Greek mythology, the Muses were goddesses, and their domains included art of all kinds. And we've sort of derived meaning from that, so plenty of artists say they have muses that inspire them. And it helps them make art even if it's not always about them."
"Uh huh. So you think that I need to find my muse?"
"I think you already have, Etho." She looks down at the head between them, and Etho follows her gaze. Joel's eyes look back at him, intense and alive and challenging. He averts his gaze, something complicated settling over him - what they shared was so long ago, in a time and place so far from here. To feel the pull of that, it feels cosmic and mythical in a way Etho naturally rejects.
It's like Cleo can see through him, always. "It doesn't have to be complicated. It can be as simple as knowing someone well enough to capture a second of their likeness. That's what a lot of my armour stands do, they're just snapshots in time. Maybe you should just talk to Joel."
"Oh, I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"He'll be insufferable about it."
Cleo actually snorts at that. "Fine then, don't talk to him. Just make more excuses to send him mail and wait for an extrovert to bring you to his base to talk, or whatever it is that you guys do."
"You're not far off, Cleo."
"Oh, I know. I have to hear all about it."
"What?! The next time I see Scar..."
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Joel stares back into his own eyes. The head was left at the gate to his base, like something the mafia might do as a threat. There was a single sign next to it: Feel free to alter or remove - Etho. It's incredible, seeing his likeness through someone else's eyes. He didn't know his hair was so fluffy, his smile so sharp. He picks up the head with a grunt (Bloomin' heck, is this thing solid quartz?!) and moves it somewhere it can be seen, before pulling a book from the chest under his mailbox and penning his sculptor a message.
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sideblague · 7 months
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devilart2199-aibi · 2 years
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Don't lie to a red name 🗡
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Joel buying Etho's "Oh snappers!" horn for no reason whatsoever and pranking Etho (and the other hermits) with the statues (and them liking it 😭😭😭 with Grian saying maybe Etho's also obsessed with him and Mumbo complimenting the moustache)
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sassyandclassy94 · 5 days
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I’m Not Much of a Talker
Don Hume x Original Female Character
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Summary: Don has his first date ever. And I mean Ever. ✨E V E R✨
Word count: 7,162 (buckle up, buttercups! This was longer than I intended)
Rating: Teen and up
Author’s note: This story was inspired by one of the many headcanons @groovin2beats and I have been throwing back and forth - I hope you like it, and that it also has enough Bobby in it :)
Also tagged: @solo-pitstop-vibes
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Don was deep in thought while he walked to the general store. So much so that he didn’t hear Bobby yelling at him from across the street and the next thing he knew, Bobby was at his side, interrupting his racing mind with a nudge to his side.
“Going deaf on me now, Hume?”
All Don did was shake his head and continued walking.
“So where ya headed?” Bobby had to quicken his pace in order to keep up with Don’s long stride.
“The store.”
“What’re the chances? I’m headed there too!” Bobby noticed that Don was ignoring him. “You okay there, Don? You seem… quieter than normal.”
“I’m fine.” He wasn’t. Truth be told, his stomach was in knots and the knots were only getting tighter the closer he got to the store.
Bobby wasn’t convinced and, after prodding again, Don snapped at him. “We’re not in the boat, Moch; you don’t have to cox me.”
Bobby let his remark fly; Don was obviously worked up about something and was in a mood so for now, he’d let him be. Okay.
Full fic on AO3
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starrvsn · 3 months
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౨ৎ my forever valentine with fictional!don hume & joe rantz
modern!UW (we know there was nothing like this in the 1930s…)
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ynmoore my sweet little valentine @‘donhume couldn’t have asked for for anyone better. a true gentlemen and best lover, i've never a felt a love like yours. i mean who else could cry over watching 10 things i hate about you? also who else can play and sing can't take my eyes of you like in the movie?? only don. there's no life i see myself without you… love you lots 🩵
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chuckeveryday is this how i find out donny boy had a girlfriend?
ynmoore best way to fine out imo
joycees where are the tissues :(((
shortyhunt never think i’d be jealous of don in my life
jimmickmillin well there goes my $10
gorddyadm guess who’s $10 richer
donhume there’s no way, i hate you guys :(
bobbymochmywords the money id pay to hear don sing take my eyes off you
donhume you’d never get that out of me
ynmoore six cosmopolitans and he’ll do it
donhume never thought my own girlfriend would betray me
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ynhart why have donuts when i can have yonuts??? for him and him only my forever valentine @‘jrantz he didn’t ask me to be his valentine yet so i guess i will >:^( talk ab a gentleman,,, but i will always choose him over anyone else. 🤍 on a serious note i've never met anyone so passionate and genuine about what they love, i love you a million times over.
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jrantz babe the first line????
ynhart don’t act like you don’t like it ;))
joycees only yn can be this unserious and still be sweet
shortyhunt even me :(
ynhart yes even you george…
donhume couple of the year
chuckeveryday i want joe to eat me like the bread in the first pic :p
jrantz dude….
ynhart my thoughts exactly ;))
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thursdaylast · 10 months
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just arrived time to post the old art i've been saving up
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moeblob · 10 months
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I think Gepard would also probably like to pick him up by the scruff like a kitten (and throw him in jail) !
Thank you for the compliment @durasposts ;w; I have been enjoying doodling Sampo so I am glad he's been appreciated!
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prudentseer · 9 months
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I am delusional
Joel: Boat boys? Boat boys are gone guys
Also Joel: Etho's first MCC? YES. I can't wait to absolutely destroy washed up Etho at MCC. Like he's so washed, I'm saying this right now I'm team Gem on this. Etho's washed...he's gonna get-I'm going to kill him everytime I see him, I'm targeting him. I'm just kidding, but he did break my trust in the last life series after we had such a nice time together as Boat Boys and...he just...it wasn't the same.
HE'S STILL NOT OVER IT, HE STILL MISSES ETHO. NO ONE CAN TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME, BOAT BOYS ISN'T GONE TILL I SAY THEY'RE GONE.
(sobbing noises)
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bad-traffic-smp-ideas · 11 months
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In double life Etho and Joel gave each other matching necklaces and some feathers that Etho dipped in gold on the ends.
Joel wears his on his necklace while Etho wears his in his headband
In double life whenever either of them flashed the feather they had, the other would immediately stop attacking eachother and go after someone else, as a sign of respect of what they once were :)))
AWH- the divorced couple ever <//3
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andyling · 5 months
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y'all wtf did they put in the water this session
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