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[nonsensical-guild]

2 am, time to simp with a wolf as co-front

Basically Hermit! Coal and Ethos Shenanigans because I can see them being very chaotic

I'll draw it maybe eventually

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I've already made this claim but, the crop tops. Just, they are the crop crew.

With Etho showing belly, Coal's doesn't because his turtle neck thing works as a binder as well because I don't see there being top surgery in Hermitcraft just yet. Who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So with that, Etho will yell as Coal if he finds out the boy has been binding over the 8 hours. Like, god damn.

Etho is a night owl and Coal sleeps for mainly a whole day if he could. So safe to say these two work at night, when everyone is asleep. Best time for crimes.

When Etho needs something stolen from a hermit, he will make Coal go get it for him as he watches from a far. Because Coal, being the wolf he is, will play fetch and make sure the one who throws the ball gets it back. What the fuck does that mean

Whatever, Coal is very fast ( surprisingly ) and will make sure Etho gets the thing he needs. There are sometimes Etho will have to save Coal from like, a trap because the victim knows he's coming and in the case of death, Coal doesn't have an inventory 😒

Surprising to no one, Coal can get fleas. And will sometimes have to wear a cone for a lil while. Which he's getting playfully bullied for by Etho. Heheh, cone boy

But Etho is very prone to breaking an arm or leg. So it's payback for the cone, cast man

Coal doesn't know how to use elytras, but makes them, Etho uses elytras. Etho is Coal's lab rat for elytra experiments. But it's the same curse for redstone, Coal's the lab rat

Etho is the biggest supporter to Coal and will hang a trans flag out. No. Matter. The. Month

[nonsensical-guild]

I'm writing and no one can stop me.

Diluc got wings au, but making it dramatic

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The sky was a dark shade. No sun in sight, no star or light to see.

The wind blew gently through the bluenette's hair. The long locks flying behind him.

Kaeya gripped his sword with much tension. He had just finished up defending against a large ambush. It was a hard and hurtful process, but with hardship and many bruises. He pushed through.

He was shaking badly.

One got to him and sliced right up his chest. Ruining his shirt and corset. Blood staining it the longer it was left to infect the bright colours he wore.

His free hand was drenched in his own red fluid, his attempts to hold back the bleeding seemed futile. So the best option he had was to sit back and await for rescue. If it were to come. He was just off the coast, far from any Favonious camp.

With much pain and delicacy, Kaeya sauntered to a broken pillar. Reaching out weakly to rest. Soon upon approaching it, he turned. Letting his back rest against the cool stone. Good Barbatos did it feel good. With what little strength he had left his body as he slid down. Sitting on the ground, surrounded by rubil and bodies.

Tears soon streamed down his face, knowing well enough no one would find him in time to stop his inevitable doom from the rapid pace of loosing blood.

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Word surprisingly got around quickly with the Captains disappearance. So quickly that Dawn Winery workers felt the need to inform their boss of this matter.

So with worry they approach Diluc. A man whose life was turned from the beginning. He ' wore ' a Shaw over his shoulders. What accompanied that shaw was a piece of himself the redhead never liked. In fact, he loathed it after his fathers death.

“ Master Diluc,, ” A maid said softly, worried he'd be mad from his nightly tea being disrupted. But he hummed, turning to the lady. His eyes showed a soft fire.

“ it's your brother,, he's missing ” She told him, opening the large windows that were built into his room specifically for him. Everyone at the winery knew Diluc could enlarge his piece at will. But the times he's never used them and saw it as a waste of space. Soon, at the age of 17, he learned to shrink them to fit the shaw he wore. Anyone passing by him would never tell the other part of the shaw isn't clothing.

Diluc placed down his tea, thanking the maid as she walked out. With a sigh, Diluc looked to the skies. Not looking forward to searching for his delinquent of a brother. But had too.

Who else was going to preen him ?

So, with much encouragement, Diluc settled on the windowsill. He inhaled and jumped.

In a matter of seconds he was soaring through the skies, his wings. Red and bright like the finest of birds, flapped in the night.

Arms were overrated anyway ♡