#welstektho

[weekly-welsknight]

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some band au welstektho as propaganda for this poll!

vote welstektho \o/

[joint custody of this au with @artemfluid :3]

[welstektho]

hello chat ^u^ here i have drawn a new banner for the blog! (it was just a default one before, a very unpleasant grey... did not fit the vibe) but here we are! the wels, tek, and tho.. aha

[artemfluid]

WE'RE ALMOST TO THE NEXT ROUND may I request BAMF Wels. interpret that how you wish.

Him and his tiny little boyfriends. WE'RE ON THE LAST STRETCH!! VOTE WELSTEKTHO!!!

[welstektho]

“C’mere!!” Tango exclaims, leaning over and trying to put his arms around Etho. There’s such a gap between them, that he flops over before he can properly hug him. “Oof…” Etho laughs a little, pulling him up and into a hug. He nuzzles Tango’s cheek, and Tango’s tail swings back and forth like a dog. Now, to his credit, it’s not Tango’s fault that Etho is so fluffy. And it surely couldn’t be his fault that he got so happy, cuddling and holding him like this. Who could blame him for that? So when Tango’s hair bursted into flames- as it often did, he couldn’t help it- he didn’t think to move away from his very furry partner. Instead, he nuzzled Etho harder, spreading his flames. Etho didn’t scream, he just started to flail about rolled onto the ground, taking Tango with him. It was only then that Tango realized his mistake. Trying to put himself out was one thing, but trying to put out someone else whilst still being in flames was another. Anything he did was about as useful as Etho’s flailing. There, on the floor moving every which way to stifle the flames, they looked like maggots on a plate of rotten food. If they weren’t actively on fire and burning alive, it might’ve been more funny. Just as Etho is sure his eyes are about to melt, there is a splash of water and suddenly his singed fur is sopping wet. Looking up, there stands a figure in armor holding a bucket. He is… not very happy looking. “Again?” Wels says, looking down at them. “This is a little ridiculous…” He kneels down, setting the bucket off to his side. “Do you two need a lesson in basic fire safety?” At that, Tango shoots up, also sopping wet now. “No!! No we don’t!” Tango assures. “I just got, uh… a little excited.” He smiles and nods. Etho gives a thumbs up from the ground, agreeing with him.  “Uhm… would you happen to have any towels, though?” * * * It is luckily a very sunny day out. Tango insisted on drying outside, wanting to stay warm. He had gotten a towel for Etho, although he seemed to be having trouble with it… his claws, Tango saw. His claws were getting caught on the towel. He offered to help, but what he ended up with was Etho being wrapped in a towel like a burrito. Tango claims it wasn’t purposeful, but he can tell no one believes that. He taunts Etho from afar as Wels helps him come undone from his towel cocoon. Etho’s idea of retaliation came in the form of getting right next to Tango and then shaking like a dog, letting the water in his fur fly everywhere. Idiots, Wels thought, watching them. He didn’t intervene this time, though. Maybe he would be free of these shenanigans if he didn’t participate in them. Of course, though, no one can escape the fierce grip of a group hug. Etho and Tango basically tackled him to the ground. Ah, right, they wouldn’t leave him out of anything. 

[welstektho]

Wels and Etho have both seen a lot in their time, on Hermitcraft or otherwise, but nothing prepares them for the mindboggling display that Tango has just put on. Being clumsy or unlucky was one thing, but this redstoner seemed to be a whole other. He tripped, dropped what he was holding, and said thing knocked something else over, landing on top of him. He groaned, leaning on something as he pulled himself up. It was a button, and putting his weight on it he pushed it, setting off some contraption. (Shouldn't he know? Didn't he build all of these things?) He frantically tried to shut it off, turning every which way and somehow managing to get his fingers caught in every piston he put them in front of. It was at this point that Etho considered helping him, but Wels put a hand on his shoulder and he started to move. He shook his head. Well, no one can say that Etho didn't try.

This was like a death loop, now, just minus the death part. A pain loop, then? Whatever it was, Wels found it quite amusing. Etho could see him holding back laughter. When Tango finally made it out, crawling slowly to them, maybe crying a little, that was when they decided to help him up. "Eh, you'll be fine," Etho tells him, patting his head a few times. Tango dips his head in silence.

[welstektho]

Most of the time Wels really enjoys listening to Etho and Tango talk about the Life series. He doesn't really know, though. He doesn't know what happens. They don't know what happens to him when he disappears every season. He doesn't know what happens in that wretched server. Wels has heard them argue before. They're so serious about it, it hurts him a little. Moreso the fact that he doesn't know anything. He's in the dark about whatever conflict happens, or any way to remedy it. They never want to talk about the conflicts, only the softer and happier things that've happened. Perhaps it's personal. He doesn't know, after all. The other hermits don't speak of it. Maybe he shouldn't be so intrusive, but he just sees them hurting over it, and he feels inclined to help. He's sure he could, if he just knew more. At the end of the day, though, he still loved them... It wasn't something he wanted to admit. But just as they had things they wouldn't tell him, Wels was also leaving some things unspoken. But within that silence, there lay a comfortable relationship drenched in ignorance. He could ignore it. They could ignore it.

[welstektho]

wels' honest reaction to tango and etho

[welstektho]

Etho doesn't have any energy today. He can't figure out why, really. Tango is curled up beside him as he lays in bed, probably just as drained as Etho. But he was working all day yesterday, and all night, too, if he had to guess. But Etho hadn't stayed up at all, in fact he went to bed early. He had the longest sleep he's had in awhile, actually. But he still feels tired and doesn't want to get out of bed. His excuse for now is that Tango is very warm and if he got up he might wake him up on accident. And he couldn't have that, could he?

A scent catches his nose, though, and it tries to lure him out of bed. It smells so good; someone's making breakfast, aren't they? Etho thinks he's right about that. While him and Tango and cuddled up in bed, Wels is nowhere to be seen. The smell alone is nearly enough to make him get up, but all he manages is to hang his arms over the edge of the bed. He puts his head down in defeat. Damn, and now he wasn't cuddling with Tango anymore because he moved. Worst decision ever, possibly.

"Huh. What's wrong?" Etho hears Wels ask. He doesn't bother looking up at him.

Etho just huffs in response. "Ah. A day like that? I get it." Wels sits down beside him, laughing a bit under his breath. "Did you stay up with Tango? I'm pretty sure he saw the sunrise before he saw his bed last night." Etho shakes his head. "No... I went to bed early. But I'm still so tired." He finally decides to sit up, and quickly finds himself leaning against Wels. "You're gonna have to bring me whatever you're making here so I can eat in bed," he says, lightly scratching at Wels' arm. "No, I think you need to get up." Etho groans in response to this. If he gets up he will fall over and die, and it will be a painful slow death. And it'd all be Wels' fault for making him get up. Wels would never recover. Wels nudges him a bit so he'll stop leaning on him, but Etho just flops over. Right onto Tango, but he doesn't notice. "I can't. I don't think more rest will fix me but I need to stay in bed." Or maybe a full 24 hours would fix him! He does have a lot of sleep he missed out on in the past, after all. Wels sighs and shakes his head. He looks at Etho, and Etho sees something. An understanding look. A (perhaps?) disappointing look. "No convincing you then, huh? I suppose it won't matter much if you force it. Well then," He sits up straight, then stands up. "I better get you your breakfast." With that, he's disappeared into the other room before Etho can respond. The smell of the food still entices him still, but he stays in bed. He feels a little more content about it now.