#is my url a curse

[cupids-stimboards]

fiha sunday

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[wuntrum]

i know its not that serious and i can feasibly change it any time, but i wish i could travel back to 2015 and shake teenage me by the shoulders and say PICK A DIFFERENT USERNAME because i never thought i'd still be having to tell people "yeah my instagram is 'cryptozoology' but the first y is a v so its like c-r-v..." . honestly i would change it to wuntrum everywhere even though i literally got this username from a password generator because at least this one can be said out loud 😭

[watcheraurora]

We Are Watchers

I don't know where this came from... enjoy? 0.9k words

CW: discussions of death and starving, along with canon-typical Life Series killing and death

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Gnawing. Endless, bottomless hunger that eats from within. Eons passing by. Starving to death—unable to die. Scavenging what little can be scavenged from players. Death is not uncommon across the universe—nor is it permanent. Impermanent death is nothing. It does not satisfy. It doesn't take the edge off. Even the hardcore players—the ones who "permanently" die. They lose their world. They go to a new one.

Those ones are slightly more satisfying. They take the edge off. But they're usually one player. Maybe a handful.

More. More all at once. More will provide enough fuel.

Players are not miserable, generally. They live their lives in their worlds. They make their own fun. Their misery takes the edge off. Their misery, hatred, fury—it helps. But players are not miserable, generally.

So they must become so. If only for a short while. To ease the gnawing, bottomless hunger.

—

For eons, there were only two Watchers.

Me.

And you.

And we Watched. Sometimes side-by-side, sometimes worlds apart. Our Eyes peered across the worlds, bound only by the limits of time. We Watched the players.

Sometimes we were players ourselves. Sometimes we wrapped ourselves up in the skins of players and we walked the worlds, instead of Watching from beyond. But even bound to the skin of a player, the hunger always remained. Cooked steak, golden carrots—even enchanted golden apples. It was never enough.

You and I—always plagued by want. The desire for more.

Tearing through players' lives and deaths and consuming and never feeling satiated.

Do you remember when we welcomed him?

Do you remember the games we played with him and his friends? The puzzles we left for them to solve? The tricks and trials? Do you remember Watching ten players head for the stronghold? To defeat the Dragon together? Do you remember us splitting them up? Making them fight alone?

I remember, though your memory might be better than mine.

Those players were not miserable—they did not necessarily die more often than the average clumsy player.

Do you remember why they took the edge off the hunger for more?

Perhaps it was their frustration over the puzzles. Their... puzzlement.

After the dragon, we welcomed him to our ranks. Three Watchers, instead of two. You and I weren't so alone. He wanted. He wanted the same way we did. So we took him. We made him one of us. We gave him Eyes. And he Watched. He Watched his friends in the world we'd plucked him from.

Do you think he was happy? Watching without being able to play? Separate, and now always Other, from his friends?

For a time, I think he was.

But the hunger began to consume us further. We may have frightened him. Perhaps he came to hate us. To hate what he'd become. What we'd turned him into.

Strange... for all that I can See, I can't See into his mind. Even now.

—

The need for more grew. So we devised an idea. We would make arenas. A small world, compared to most. Boxed in. And in these arenas, we would place players plucked from their home worlds. We would stoke their bloodlust. We would make them kill each other. Their "permanent" deaths would send them back to their home worlds, but we would feast on the energy they gave off on that final death. We would feed on their bloodlust.

We would Watch and we would feed. Perhaps we would finally be satisfied.

How was I supposed to know he would take issue with that? You knew not, either.

But he had to descend into the world, wrapping his mortal form back around him, to remove the misery and hatred. To make the experience fun. To sully the meal—even for himself.

He is one of us. He is a Watcher. He must feed on the pain and misery and death too.

But you and I both know, don't we?

We know now as we knew then—we could convert his body. Make his form transcend mortality. We could give him our Eyes and our power. We could let him Watch—

But you and I know his heart remains unchanged.

Mortal. Human. Despite it all.

He cares.

I suppose that we care as well. But we care from a distance. We have never been truly like them. We are coded to rejoice in their suffering. To bestow curses that allow us to feed.

The canary—the omen of chaos descending.

The madness—recklessness and desperation.

The forgotten—doomed to die alone and unremembered, even surrounded by friends.

The lonely villain—perhaps the favor of any Watcher (even a converted one) is no favor at all.

—

And now, my friend, the time has come for us to Watch again. We have given them a new arena, though our power over it feels weaker than it's been before. Already, things are changing so rapidly.

But with Watching comes feasting. Gorging. The famine finally over. Finally, the aching emptiness of endless hunger will be relieved, if only for a short while. He can make the Games fun all he wants. He can remove the misery should he so choose.

The lifeforce of Death always tastes better than misery anyway. And, my friend, all of those Players will be back. And we will gorge on their blood again.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

in 2034 some mf's gonna make a post and it'll have a photo of a smartphone with a grainy filter slapped on it and it'll say:

Hey remember when we used these and had to hold them at a very specific angle when the WiFi or signal was shitty and if you moved it by one degree it was gone

and the notes will be flooded with people going OMG THIS BRINGS BACK SO MANY MEMORIES THE NOSTALGIA WAS THAT REALLY TEN YEARS AGO HOLY SHIT I FEEL OLD NOW PEOPLE BORN IN 2024 ARE USING THIS SITE WAIT WTF

and anyway just thinking about that. and time. and things.

[eddieintheocean]

Shoutout to you you know who you are <3

[bforbetterthanyou]

PGregs is Anne Boleyn a whore? I can’t tell if you think that??

[coffee-at-annies]

Oh god I’m gonna have to make a new icon again aren’t I?

[statementlou]

“We all have our own hardcore fan base that almost work as an extension of our personalities. I am lucky in that everywhere I go & every gig I play, the type of fanbase that I have is so intense that it creates for such an amazing atmosphere.”

— Louis for TMRW magazine Jan 2020

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Hi, I'm Morgan! I recently reblogged some memes from you and I'm curious about your URL: how does a life stage without genitalia achieve such a feat? Can you please explain

Wouldn't your like to know weatherboy

[cherriesandcharms]

the one constant about my blog is that whenever i log on reblogs of that nipple sucking handjob post will be filling my notifs

[wr-n]

me, actively beating up paypal: WORK CORRECTLY

paypal: OKAY OKAY JESUS

me: ok cool thanks for a url you couldve given me A WEEK AGO

paypal:

[strawberryblondebutch]

Local dyke tried to support her baseball team. Now has a full fratsona. I think I’ll call him Logan

[miraiq]

>has one (1) notification >opens activity >nothing new shows up

h-hello.. ghosts?

[worstlovesong]

vampireyongsun -> worstlovesong

Interact if seen please <3

[punkrockisafulltimejob]

Day 2 after cleansing and curse breaking and I still feel a lot better than I did last week so I think that was 100% what happened lol. Ex, if you're still on here, I just wanna know what the fuck? Politely yours, Lex, who is much happier and better off without you dragging them down 💕

[batwynn]

Tumblr. Please let me go back to the early messages to clear some of them out without glitching. Please. I hate looking at this. I hate it. Let me be free.