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Grian Dreamslayer, unruly watcher, harbinger of war. But not this time. This time, when Ren declared himself king and ordered every hermit to relinquish their diamonds, he did just that. He followed orders, despite the fibers of his being telling him to revolt. Resist.

The experiments he’d been running had given him something. Potentially, a way to prevent himself from starting a resistance, from causing another war. The sculk he’d been observing was able to spread across both non-organic and organic materials. And wasn’t he organic? Didn’t he hold experience?

It started at the tips of his fingers, the edges of his wings. It latched onto him, fed off the experience that he gained. Specifically, experience that would come from starting a resistance. In a perfect world, it would’ve stopped him. As it crawled up his skin and creeped across his feathers, he would’ve refrained.

But with every action the king took, every unfair ruling he imposed on the server, the sculk was barely a deterrent. He buried himself in the N.A.R. cave, repeated the mantra to himself.

Don’t start a resistance. Don’t start a resistance. Don’t start a resistance.

And it still did nothing to stop the creeping spread. In his moment of desperation, he sought out someone else.

Scar, Scar, Scar, you have to help me. You have to kill me. Stop me from starting a resistance. Please.

Scar was the only person he trusted to do it. The person he thought of first. Grian took him by the shoulders, shaking. Do it, do it, do it.

Scar, bound by his duty to the king, drew his bow. Notched an arrow, and drew it back, the flaming tip flickering between them.

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There’s an itch that can’t quite be scratched that comes along with being a watcher. Like a ticking time bomb, the need to upheave players lives gets stronger and stronger the longer it ticks for. With this in mind, of course, his pranks are practically harmless. He doesn’t remove anyone from the game, doesn’t destroy bases or livelihoods, he only presses buttons he shouldn’t and plays pranks on his neighbors. He doesn’t let the urge build up long enough to need to do something drastic.

But the rest of the watchers, they wait. They play a long game, spinning players into a spiders web. And when the antics within realms aren’t enough, they draw each player into a death match. A game of survival, of hunt or be hunted. And in this game, Grian can’t resist his instincts. All bets are off, and kills thrill him. He’s without his wings here, without his resources.

And of course, to make it ever so much worse, the watchers make him host. He evades them, most of the time, keeps just out of their reach. But in the games, they trap him in their web, use him to draw the rest in. Predator, bait, and prey.

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oo been a while since I’ve been back 🧍

ANYWAYS I’m writing a book and I’m very excited about it and I’m keen as hell to ramble about it if literally anyone will listen

I’ve been writing the outline and it’s DELICIOUS and I’ve been having so much fun organizing the plot and figuring out how to introduce the world and the characters and how to pace introducing information, the only problem I’ve had so far is chapter length. My chapters so far are. very few pages long and so I’m gonna work on making them longer as I continue! This is only the first draft so I’m being patient with myself and I’m happy with it so far so 😌

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Eclipse has a breakdown

cw: hypothermia mentioned in a flashback There is a difference between considering murdering, convincing yourself of it, and then actually committing it. The steps between them are… unsteady and precarious, to say the least. Each step closer to the next stage only increases that.

And then, you get to a point where you’re faced with being around the person you’ve set out to kill. That is where things either solidify, or fall apart very, very quickly. It either gives you more determination, or shrivels up your confidence.

No one can ever perfectly tell if one way would end better than the other. Fate can give you predictions, can accurately guess points in time. Unless, of course, you manage to evade and change fate time and time again.

Eclipse was nearly certain the game would tip in their favor. They’d played it long enough, and learned how to play it well. Thalia’s visions seemed in their favor, too. This bet was either a win, or a total and complete loss. And they never lost.

They had almost their entire plan in place. How they’d do it, when, and where. They’d even come up with some of the things that could go wrong, and accounted for those. For someone who never planned anything besides their parties, they were pretty proud of this one.

Winter was starting to set in, and it’d be less and less suspicious for them to be in the Above more often now. It was their routine, after all.

Other parts of that routine were a little less pleasant. When in the above, they visited Astoria. Less often than they used to, but they still had to keep up appearances. They could fake charm, they could fake interest, they could fake as much as they needed to win.

One particularly cold day on the midground, they went back to the Above. It’d been long enough since their last visit, and they weren’t in a terrible mood today. So, with that in mind, they went to visit the high god.

Their temple was just the same as it had always been; looming, dark, and nothing near their tastes. Still, they let themselves in and wandered through the halls, nodding to the attendants there as they passed. They found the high god in their study, focused on whatever papers and work they had in front of them.

Eclipse held back the urge to roll their eyes and walked in, peeking over their shoulder. “What’s all this?” They asked, feigning interest with a smile on their face.

Astoria looked up from their work, looking over at them. “Oh, look who came to visit.” They said, hints of light-hearted sarcasm in their voice.

Eclipse let themselves roll their eyes at that, wrapping their arms around their shoulders. “Mmm, I’m sure you missed me. Besides, winter’s setting in, I’ll be around more often now.” They replied, giving them a quick peck on the cheek. I will be, but you won’t.

Astoria laughed at that, pushing themselves away from their desk. “It’s just high god work. Nothing you’d find interesting, I’m sure.” They answered, standing up. They watched Eclipse for a minute, then smiled at them. “And I did miss you. It’s nice to see you again.” They pressed a soft kiss to the top of their head. “Come on, I’m sure you don’t wanna spend your entire visit in my study.”

Eclipse followed them out, admiring the temple for what felt like the first time again as they went. They could make it feel a lot nicer here when it was theirs.

Astoria had gone to a more relaxed room in their temple. It was just as open as the rest, the high ceiling almost entirely glass. There was a couch in the middle of the room. Eclipse went and flopped onto it, falling exactly into where Astoria was going to sit. They grinned at them, crossing their arms. “Guess you’ll have to sit someplace else.”

Astoria rolled their eyes and sat them up, pushing them gently out of the way. “That’s no way to treat your high god, is it?” They asked jokingly, wrapping and arm around them.

Eclipse dramatically sighed and leaned back on them, holding a hand to their forehead. “How dare you move me, I was perfectly comfortable.” They said, looking up at them. For a split second, there was a flicker of… something in their chest. They couldn’t tell what it was, but shook it off nonetheless.

“I’m sure you’re just as comfortable leaning on me, no?” They pulled them closer, kissing the top of their head again.

Eclipse frowned and nodded. “Fine, fine, you’re comfortable enough.” They agreed, turning to lay more on them. Might as well.

You remember that point I was talking about? The point when you’re forced to confront your decision?

They laid there for longer than they meant to. Must’ve lost track of time. Their mind had wandered off away from them, and Astoria running a hand through their hair felt nicer than it should’ve. There was that spike in their chest again, and this time, they thought they could recognize it. It wasn’t the most common feeling for them, and it absolutely wasn’t something they were expecting here. Guilt.

They frowned, swallowing to try to get rid of it. They’d been planning this for months, perfecting it down to every detail, so why now?

They shifted a little where they were, that feeling still not going away. That feeling, plus the gentle hand in their hair, made their mind wander off further than they wanted it to.

That point, where you either have to decide if you’ll go through with it or back out.

They’d spent years like this, watching everything the high god did. Every terrible act, every betrayal, every manipulation. Why the hell were they feeling guilty about their decision? Over a little gentleness? They shook their head softly, sitting up again.

“Eclipse?”

Face to face with your choices. If the payoff is really worth the consequences.

And even with all that, they’d seen the better parts. Of course they had. And they were in no way prepared to be any sort of high god, let alone a functioning god. They shook their head again, putting their hands firmly on the couch at their sides. They’d put in too much work for this to be happening now, too much at risk.

“Eclipse-?”

The guilty feeling in their chest had gotten stronger. They sat forward slightly and coughed, trying again to get rid of it. It still wouldn’t go. They dug their nails into their palms, almost pleading that it was just some form of charm. It wasn’t. I don’t care. They squeezed their eyes shut, biting it back. Why should I?!

There was a split second flash, the briefest fragment of a memory they didn’t know they had.

They were shivering, trying to pull their jacket tighter around them than it already was, as if that would warm them up any. They’d already lost most feeling in their fingers ages ago, so they weren’t even sure if they’d actually pulled it tighter or not. No one was coming, no one would find them out here, not in a storm like this, and nowhere near in time. They hesitated, their tongue heavy even without feeling. Something in them told them no one would hear, that they’d be wasting their breath. But desperation was a powerful thing. More powerful than whatever beliefs they had.

Their voice was barely there, barely even a whisper when they did convince themselves to speak.

Please, please- if anyone, any god, any higher power is there, is listening, if you care at all- please, I don’t want to die here.

They kept whispering pleads, begging into a void until their voice was no longer there at all.

There was another memory, then, one they’d had all along. The first one they had. Waking up in Astoria temple, alive, and lost as all hell. And Astoria, the god who’d brought them back.

They sat up, their eyes wide as it all finally clicked. The guilt in their chest had swelled up, burning their throat and their eyes as they finally turned back to the god next to them. Whatever determination, whatever spite they’d had fueling them, shattered.

And then, you live with whatever choice you make, there in that moment.

A short sob escaped them, shaking their head as they leaned away from Astoria. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m- I didn’t know, I’m sorry, please-“

Astoria, at this point, was in a state of shock. “Wh- Eclipse, what-“ They cleared their throat as Eclipse’s apologies devolved into incoherent crying, putting their hands firmly and carefully on their shoulders. “Eclipse, love, calm down. Talk to me.” They said, watching them carefully. Their sobs slowly returned back to normal breathing, whatever came over them more controlled now.

Eclipse took a few deep, shaky breaths, wiping at their eyes. “I’m- I-“ They shook their head again, unable to keep eye contact with them and dropped their head. “I had- I had a plan, t- to kill you-“ Their voice cracked at that, but they kept going. “I’m sorry, it wasn’t- I shouldn’t have-“ They said, quickly falling back into their desperate apologies.

If they weren’t shocked before, they absolutely were now. Kill- They took a deep breath, not letting Eclipse’s panic get to them. “Hey, hey, hey,” They said gently, putting their hand on Eclipse’s cheek. “It’s alright. It’ll be alright. You told me, you didn’t go through with it, we can handle it. We’ll take care of it.” They answered, pulling them closer again. “Take some deep breaths, alright? Then we’ll sort this mess out.”

Eclipse, slowly but surely, calmed back down. They did what they said and nodded, leaning into their chest. “M sorry.” They mumbled again, wrapping their arms around them.

Astoria let them stay there for a while, petting the back of their head. They whispered a few more assurances to them, slipping charm into their voice as they did so. After a few minutes, Eclipse wasn’t shaking anymore. They sat them back and stood up, watching them. “Stay here. I’m going to get something, and then we can take care of this better, alright?” They said, not waiting for an answer before they left.

They returned a little while later, a roll of some sort of fabric in their hand. “Eclipse.” They said, crouching down in front of them.

Eclipse sat up again, looking nervously at them as they spoke. The god took their hands, wrapping the fabric around their palms and down to their wrists. “Just a precaution.”

Eclipse tentatively tried to dig their nails into their palms, sighing when they could barely feel it. “Mmhm.” They mumbled, pulling their hands away.

Astoria sat on the couch next to them again, frowning. They could properly handle this later, when they knew more. With anyone else that had planned such a thing, they’d have no patience. No chance to explain. Eclipse was an exception. “Rest for now. We’ll handle this all later. We’ll get it all sorted out.”

Eclipse, in their current state, had no objections. Whatever plan they’d carefully made was useless now. They lost the game they’d put themselves in.

Eclipse, of course, didn’t need to know that Astoria, ultimately, wasn’t the one who saved them. Orchid was.

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ooh look it’s tea what do they have today

🧎 it’s hero and villain stuff uhhh cw roof and self sacrificing behavior but nothing really happens they both live

It’s been a while since I’ve posted so if it’s formatted funky ignore it

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They laughed, every step pushing hero closer to the edge. One step away and—

They put a hand out and shoved hard against hero’s chest, sending them careening backwards. Just as quickly they had a hand gripping the collar of their shirt, the only thing between them and plummeting off the edge. “And what happens if I let go? What happens when the city’s hero isn’t around to defend it?”

“Someone else will fill the role- someone-“ Even through gritted teeth, the tremor in their voice was clear. They’d wrapped their hands around villain’s wrist, their fists turning white.

“Are you really willing to die for a city that doesn’t bother to care for the person behind that mask of yours?”

It was quiet on the roof.

“You know why I don’t mind being the villain? Because I know that the people who care about me are doing it genuinely.”

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Prompt #36

Artist Whumpers who use their whumpees for pose references. Maybe making them stay in uncomfortable or painful poses for an extended amount of time, maybe tying them up, maybe just cutting them up a bit for the picture.

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Prompt #35

“Such a shame I have to scar up a pretty thing like you.”

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Prompt #34

Imagine whumper breaking into whumpee’s apartment right after caretaker leaves. They won’t be back for a while, and now whumpee is left to deal with whumper alone.

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Prompt #33

“Let’s play a game. I’m going to give you thirty seconds to run, and if you escape before I find you, I’ll let you go free. If I do catch you...” The whumper gestured to the knife in their hand, “Well, we’ll just see how long it takes.”

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Prompt #32

“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to carve into someone like you. Now I get to find out, and you will be my masterpiece.”

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Prompt #31

“Just tell me what I want to know, and no one has to get hurt.” The whumper said as they pressed their knife against the whumpee’s friend’s throat.

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Prompt #30

“I spy with my little eye... a traitor.”

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Prompt #29

“Oh no, a knife! What are you gonna do, kill me?”

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Prompt #28

“You’re fine. Now get up and fight.”

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Prompt #27

Imagine the whumper tying strings around the whumper’s hands, almost like puppet strings. At first it’s not so bad, the whumper just rugs on them occasionally. Over time, though, they start to cut into the skin and the whumpee’s hands bleed.

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Prompt #26

“If I actually wanted to kill you, I’d use that knife. Not poison.”

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Prompt #25

“You said it yourself. If I wanted to replace you, I’d have to get an exact replica. Well, a clone seems fairly exact, don’t you think?”

“That’s... that’s impossible!”

“Impossible? No. Highly frowned upon? Yes.”