I’m Over Here Kicking My Feet And Giggling Eeee Thank You Bluet I Love You Too!!!!

some fanart of a certain Etho of slab. I tried something a dit different from my usual style but I think it turned out well

I went considerably lighter on the outlines than I usually might have, and I am undecided about if I like it or not. Here’s the version with a full opacity outline

I dunno, but either way I’m pretty proud of how it came out int the end!

So, Etho’s new family, huh?

They both gave him flowers at different points in the episode. Gem gave Etho an allium and Joel gave him a dandelion and I think it’s up to us boat boysers to make dandelions, like, their thing. I will be propaganda-ing that so be warned.

What if killjoy wild life Joel???. Another post that appeals to me and end of list. Also ignore how bad this drawing is lol I’m mostly posting cause I like the colors

When the boat boys turned red, Joel “green stripe” smallishbeans probably dyed his hair with ease, but Etho might’ve needed a little help. I mean, when you die and come back from the dead as evil murderers, you’ve got to get your makeover just right before you go back and kill everyone!

Someone should write a fic about this where they have to stand really close to each other for Joel to dye Ethos hair properly and they’re weird and gay about it. <- whoa who said that.

Last chance to apply guys form closes tomorrow! (Also btw guess who is mod Din lol it’s me I’ve decided to say it for bragging rights purposes)

It is time. Cue the ominous music and fog machines. Send for the crisp packets and dip. Turn on the lights. Then if that doesn’t work turn them off again and then back on. If they’re still being fussy, give the drywall a few good kicks and that should do the trick.

So. The moment you have all been waiting for. Yes that’s right, this is the culmination of all of our hard work and the high point in your life. We’re certain you thought of nothing but this for the past *checks watch* uhhhh however long it’s been.

CONTRIBUTOR APPLICATIONS ARE HERE!

Do you like smallishbeans? If you don’t like smallishbeans… what the heck are you even doing here?? We told you two forms ago to return to your average toast-making and sock-donning activities!! Begone from here, unless you want swamp muck in your shoes and Canadian YouTuber Etho Slab obsessed with you. Just Jeremys here now? Good. We don’t have to extol the virtues of Joel here to convince you to apply, because there are too many to list, and he is always happy to tell you some in any video of his you may watch, so we’ll skip right to the thing at the center of the onion (a metaphor more prominently used as “at the heart of the matter”, but we took it upon ourselves to improve it because we are benevolent leaders): the applications.

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We’re gonna fill out the form, we’re gonna turn it in…and all that jazz!! 🎶 (get this reference or I explode you with my mind)

If you want to apply but are still reading this instead of applying you are doing the wrong thing.

Great, now it’s just us mods, so we will have our secret mod conversation unbeknownst to everyone else:

Cars are really neat. I like cars. And donkey Jeremy. Did you remember to say your daily prayers to Jeremy? Well duhh of course I did! Shrek shrek eefo shrek Jimmy solidarity shrek shrek we love Ldshadowlady

No time to explain!!

grumbo is the gay penguins in the zoo

btw we are a hollow knight charm now

Just so you all know how cool I am

the car

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to be honest, joel kind of expected it to be fancier; he’s a winner, after all- you’d probably want to have something nicer than a black void to bask in your glory. he thought- well, he’s not sure he had any specific thoughts about what it'd look like, but he guessed there'd be stuff like sofas and a snooker table or something—a party room, y’know? an endless void is a bit dull in comparison, especially considering the game he just won- although, anything would be dull in comparison to that game, wouldn’t it?

HE DID IT I KNEW HE COULD LOOK AT MY GUY GO

to be honest, joel kind of expected it to be fancier; he’s a winner, after all- you’d probably want to have something nicer than a black void to bask in your glory. he thought- well, he’s not sure he had any specific thoughts about what it'd look like, but he guessed there'd be stuff like sofas and a snooker table or something—a party room, y’know? an endless void is a bit dull in comparison, especially considering the game he just won- although, anything would be dull in comparison to that game, wouldn’t it?

there's a collection of voices that is beginning to come into range, still too far away to make out anything distinct, but they seem to be arguing over something. as he walks (though- he’s not sure he is actually walking. he’s not sure he has a physical form anymore), he can make out a word or two, none of them sensical: something about a comet and jupiter? whatever that means. joel isn’t super sure he was meant to hear it- or even understand it; the words seem to be garbled and warped, and feel far too loud for his ears even as they begin to fade out.

joel keeps walking, because honestly he’s not really sure what else to do. did he miss something? was there actually a party room at the start that he walked past by accident? he probably should have asked more questions when grian and pearl talked about winning in limited and secret life, because he’s completely lost right now- both metaphorically and literally. where exactly is he?

more voices are slowly becoming audible, and joel braces himself until he realises that he recognises them—has he finally found the game room? they'd better have a snooker table, after all he’s been through to just find the stupid place. honestly, this was harder than winning in the first place- they should put up some signs or something.

joel doesn't have time to make this complaint aloud, because all of a sudden, something bowls into him- someone apparently, as they throw their arms around him. "you did it!" grian's voice laughs, sounding genuinely happy.

joel grins, hugging him back—which is weird, when you can’t see anything. maybe it's not a void, and he’s just blind for some reason. "I won!" he crows, pride bubbling up in his chest. "I didn’t think I would- it took me long enough!"

"congratulations, beans!" scar's voice comes from somewhere in front of him, cheery, considering the context. 

"thanks." joel pulls back and finds that his sight seems to have returned. 

the void still surrounds them, but weirder still, everyone seems to look identical to- oh. when they won. grian's hands and face are bloodstained, scott has a lightning scar across his face, pearl's hoodie is instead a singed scarlet cloak, martyn is all piratey and bloody, scar's ebony cloak is lined with poppies and lilacs, and cleo's joints have puppet strings trailing from them. 

joel glances down to see purple-tinted veins crawling up his hands and arms, and his stomach drops until he remembers that he’s already dead. "okay. weird."

"that'll be from the ender pearls." scott supplies. joel is honestly a little thankful that his creaking eyes have gone; they were creepy. "I- d'you know they’re already arguing?"

"well he’s less intuitive than us." grian shrugs, gesturing to joel as if that makes any sense at all. "they've been arguing since martyn."

cleo snorts. "they still haven't agreed on anything." they point upwards, and joel is very confused. "after you three, anyway."

"it stopped being as snappy once I came along though." martyn points out, and everyone but joel seems to understand what he's talking about. "sun, stars, moon- then what? we can’t do the whole solar system and every planet's moon."

scar laughs. "they were talking about- stages of grief or something by the time I won."

"yeah!" pearl points a finger at scar excitedly. "I overheard someone mention the seven deadly sins earlier. didn’t catch much, but you’re meant to be glutton." she elbows martyn, who scoffs indignantly. 

"sounds about right." cleo says, laughing as martyn makes a noise of protest that sounds very much like a squawk. 

joel blinks. "well, I have no idea what you guys are on about, but whatever I am it's a car." he folds his arms, in the hopes that no one is gonna try to argue with him, because he has absolutely no clue what he's signing up for. 

there's a pause. 

"a.. car?" scott frowns, apparently appalled by the concept—which joel finds hilarious and makes him want to be a car even more. 

"yeah." joel says confidently. "joel toretto- fast and furious, y’know?" 

grian cackles and pearl grins along. "sure- a car. i’m sure they'll all agree."

joel shrugs, still unsure about who 'they' are at all, but he appears to be signing himself up for something funny at least. "you never know. if they’re smart they'll pick a car."

number 3 on my wip finishing to-do list: that one pixel art I’ve had half done for far too long

Pivotal smalletho moment^

Thank you /@ethosiab for explaining how to use a pixel art resizer, it is now not bug sized or blurificated, so I take that as a win!

also I think it may be a sign of a problem that I’m now at the point where I can draw the relation from memory.

guys somethings wrong with my shortgrass