#Watcher Double

[ask-thelifeseries-watchers]

A Brief Description Of The Characters So Far

3rd Life:

Third The Watcher

Often referred to as Trinity, Trio, or Trin.

He/They

Has three eyes on face and three on each side of head.

Has a sun floating behind their head.

Sand for hair.

A half golden and bloodied half stone and granite crown on head.

Has a large number of floating wings.

Last Life:

Last The Watcher

Often referred to as Conclude or Fin.

He/She

Has one eye on face, two eyes on left side of head, and three on right side of head.

Has a star floating behind his head.

Moss for hair.

Copper, glass, and amethyst jewelry.

Has pointed ears and fairy wings shaped like bird ones.

Double Life:

Double The Watcher

Often referred to as Duo, Bi, or Soul.

She/They

Has the horns of a warden, three eyes sit on each with strings threaded between the two.

Has a moon floating behind her head.

Skulk for hair.

Wears all red and bamboo clothes.

Has panda ears and warden horns.

Limited Life:

Limited The Watcher

Often referred to as Chrono, Time, or Lim.

He/Him

Has one eye on face with an ever turning sand timer on it.

Has the planet Mars floating behind his head.

Water for hair.

Wears sunglasses, coral jewelry, and a large number of timer and clock accessories.

Has clockwork gills and fins.

Secret Life:

Secret The Watcher

Often referred to as Lone or Task.

He/They

Has one eye on face, one on each side of head, and one on top of head.

Has the Earth floating behind his head.

Stone and moss for hair.

Wears a long cloak, scroll shaped clothes, and studded accessories.

Has a few exposed bones that are void colored.

Real Life:

Real The Listener

Often referred to as Reality, Truth, or Concrete.

She/They

Eyes are covered by a blindfold. Has green, yellow, and red multicolor bat ears adorned with zombie stitches.

Has a celestial body behind their head the shifts between Jupiter, a Comet, Venus, and a Blood Moon.

Wires and snakes for hair.

Wears disco clothes, roller skates, and poppy accessories.

Has zombie stitches and bad wings.

Wild Life:

Wild The Watcher

No nicknames

Any Pronouns

Has six eyes on face and six eyes next to each side of head. One eye has a measuring tape, one has a pickaxe with a bite out of it, one has a snail, one has a clock, one has a quiz, one has an undetermined animal. All of them are amber.

Oak, cherry blossom, and pale oak wood for hair.

Wears bamboo clothes and jewelry made of pale vines and wild cards.

Tiny The Watcher

No Nicknames

She/He

Has six eyes on face, they’re all different sizes.

Skulk for hair.

Wears pale oak themed clothes.

Feast The Watcher

No Nicknames

He/Xe

Has six eyes, each with a different item in it.

Has dirt and birch leaves for hair.

Wears feathered clothes.

Has parrot wings of various colors.

Snail The Watcher

No Nicknames

They/It

Has one eye on their face and two on antennas.

Has bits of all the lifer’s hair for hair.

Wears a sew together amalgamation of the different lifer’s clothes.

Has a snail shell and antennas.

Tick The Watcher

No Nicknames

She/He

Has six eyes shaped like clocks, all going at different speeds.

Has redstone for hair.

He wears running clothes.

Has mechanical legs and lower arms.

Quiz The Watcher

No Nicknames

Any pronouns

Has one eye that can change similar to the quizbot screen.

Has wires for hair.

Wears a mix of the quizbot team’s clothing and glasses.

Has large phoenix wings.

Shift The Watcher

No Nicknames

They/It

Has six floating eyes of different animals.

Has color changing hair.

Wears red and yellow clothes.

Is constantly changing what mod they’re a hybrid of.

[noorlakes]

darling there’s no better hatchet to bury than me

(Their soul bond is a bird anklet)

[zolovana]

Soul yarn made from the fabric of universe itself

[iamluminia]

Now, let start our new course

i just really can’t get away the idea of winners being on watcher dinner table after knowing they eat negative emotions , i need to turn some angsty into delicacy！

also im so hype for the new season

timelapse :

[ashfire747]

my halloween cosplay!! cuteguy from the hit comic double hearted @kitsuneisi @xmaruu11

[hybbart]

The hosts of the games (minus Grian, who hosted 3rd life himself) Each one was hosted by a watcher inspired by the original game to host their own.

lore below

The Boogieman (he/she) loves bloodsports and the drama of betrayal, so she created a game in which curses were bestowed upon players (some more permanent than others) and gave them the ability to gain and lose more hearts in order to encourage violence. He hosted Last Life after seeing how Grian's game ended and wanted more red life drama.

The Spinner (they/them) loves the relationship drama and tragedy of the games, so made a mechanic to pair up the players. Their favourite biome is the Ancient City because of its horror movie (the true romantic genre supposedly) like atmosphere, so they built the arena atop one. They cursed golden apples to break bonds and put them in the game hoping at least one of the pairs would participate int he drama of consuming them, but the planned failed to their annoyance.

The Clockmaker (any) is a control freak who interfered the most forwardly with their games. They wanted the most chances possible for stories and gaming, so created a mechanic to allow for more deaths and strategies. They ended up breaking Limited Life more often than not with their strange mechanics. They wanted a centrepiece to their arena similar in danger to the pillager outpost Double Life incidentally had, but broke it while attempting to make resources more plentiful to minimize time resource gathering.

The Secret Keeper (it/its) wanted to create a more relaxed game with more ridiculous and silly situations, so inserted itself into the game to hand out tasks to do instead of mull around until the players kill each other and mechanics to discourage hurting each other directly. It doesn't care for the drama the others before it loved so much, and didn't both maintaining the curses Boogieman placed leading to some of them breaking.

[sherlockggrian]

to know me, is to hate me, is to hate what I’ve become.

[hikoririn]

"Then you cannot re-roll"

idk thinkin bout watcher!grian

[wixelt]

Something I've been working on for the past few weeks following the end of Secret Life.

I give you... the Wheel of Life!

See what you can spot the meaning of. :D

Thanks to my buddy @bgc-592 for letting me bounce my ideas for this off them. I appreciate it.

[h1llzy]

“That was sub one intelligence mate!”

Yes they are bugs :]

[spyglahass]

I head canon that Jimmy has the dead anime mom hair of death

And this is why he always dies first

it just happens to him

[moriki-ki]

In Their Embrace

(Base used for this is from K_MB001 on twitter)

[neptunalyin]

The Star of Tonight's Show ⭐

(old homework)

[pikorulli]

THE CARDS HAVE BEEN DEALT

[radioactive-mouse]

i keep thinking about like. how the brutality levels vary between seasons and how secret life is the natural culmination of everything these people have been through and the watchers pushing everything to extremes. i’m going to try to articulate how crazy this makes me

3rd Life: god. 3rd life was a clear cut war. we haven’t seen a season since where nearly everyone has such an intense devotion to their chosen faction. the fact that there’s no precedent that they’re coming back next season, the fact that as far as they know, dying means staying dead, makes just how much they’re willing to go down with the ship that much more heartbreaking. grian ended the season exactly how it was played by damn near everyone else— i love you, i would do anything for you, i would rather die than keep going without you. the season of widows.

Last Life: and then they come back. and then ending things isn’t an option. and all of a sudden it’s not a war, it’s a death match, and damn is the competition is vicious. deaths are more often than not a vague, impersonal thing— not get away from my king, my husband, my charge— just the flash of a knife and a quick sorry, just playing the game! if 3rd life told you to hold the ones you love close, defend them to your last breath, last life urges you to burn that love out of your chest entirely.

Double Life: but everything slows down eventually. no more dying for the one you love— just learning to live with them. double life is about knowing that when you die, you will go together, hand and hand into the dark. a soap opera, the players joke. a small kindness, the universe replies. again, pearl wins the same way everyone else lost— no, not yet, please, just give us a little longer together, i’m not ready, i’m so sorry—

Limited Life: but the clock, unyielding, ticks ever onward. and god, everyone is starting to feel it. that sick, nauseating feeling of dread creeping up on them: what if it never ends? what if this is it, this is all that’s left for us— tearing each other apart over and over and over again, and for what? for a show? to feed those hungry things lurking in the dark? we’ll give them a show. bombs rain from the sky, the world shaking under the weight of it. there isn’t a thing left by the end that’s not rubble. we’re all doomed! the players cry, laughing with nothing but nihilistic, unrestrained joy. none of it matters! we come back again, and again, and again, have a little fun with it! light the fuse, collateral be damned. when death means so little, what’s the point in pretending they don’t take a little joy in it? we settle this like grian and scar before us, scott jokes, armor and weapons tossed to the side. are you insane? martyn thinks, remembering the hollow look that would wash over grian’s face when he thought no one was watching. it ruined him. it will not ruin me. this is a death match for a reason.

Secret Life: and here it is. the natural conclusion. this season is candy colored, the map dotted with cute pink houses and silly builds, the players all running around doing these ridiculous tasks. it’s so easy to forget how bloody this season was. unclosing wounds, bruises that don’t fade, the sting of fire or falling from a simple misstep. the hurt never goes away, but it gets easier to ignore— distract yourself with something silly to pass the time: spyglasses and frogs and the ugliest house you’ve ever seen and matching leather jackets and the doghouse and the relationSHIP and a weird tunnel full of doors and secret soulmates and god it’s almost, almost, enough to forget how much it all aches, how much the grief weighs on you, how many times someone you love has died, sometimes to your own blade. almost none of the grudges you hold are real by now, not really. not when you’re going to live and die with these people for as long as the hungry, many-eyed things delight in your suffering. you love each other, in the strangest way— sure you’ve all killed and betrayed each other in a thousand different ways, but at the end of the day, they’re all you have. clinging to each other in the face of the vast, unknowable horrors that drive you to slash each other to pieces. it’s still a game, after all. they’ve gotta figure out how to be good sports about it eventually.

[gremnda]

Scarlet moon