#libraryofwatchers

[elpresidentenevadas]

Bad was walking on the outskirts of Las Nevadas. He seemed out of it as he walked, as if listening to something that wasn't there. Not even realizing he reached the road leading into Las Nevadas.

{{CHOOSE WHOMEVER YOU LIKE}}

Charlie was walking along the perimeter. He did this from time to time, just watching the world outside to see what was going on. His world had become so... tiny, and it was nice to catch a glimpse.

His head slowly tilted to the side when he saw Bad, eyes dull and wide.

"Invitation." He blubbered, just doing his jobs. Bubbles on his head popped and sizzled. "You can still get in without one, just means you have to get one from Quackity." He added with a soft sigh. Standard procedure, just repeating rehearsed lines.

[elpresidentenevadas]

"That's what I thought at first." Purpled muttered. "It's not like that's a lie. He pays very well. But... I don't know. My brother confuses me sometimes." He sighed a bit. "He just... likes Dream. I think the only time he betrayed Dream was when we got him arrested, and Punz kind of spiraled after that."

Purpled pursed his lips a little, glaring at the ground.

"Yeah, I can take invisibility potions." He mumbled, exhaling through his nose.

Purpled sat at the edge of Las Nevadas, staring longingly out toward the world outside. His expression steeled as soon as someone walked up. "... did you get an invitation yet? Or should I call the president up to see if you're allowed in..."

(You pick who wah-)

Eryn had been exploring, unsure of where he really was.

"Wait, Invitation? President? Sorry I kinda am new to the server and shit. Dunno really where I am. Tommy ditched me on our tour."

"I mean it's kinda shit your childhood best friend would do that, but uh... The name's Eryn. Guess you can ask if I'm allowed in."

He tried to laugh off the awkwardness, his tail wrapping around his own ankle. A nervous habit in all honest.

[listcners]

“Ew why are people trying to find out who you like or what you like…”

Purpled asked Parker, his antenna twitching in annoyance.

“So glad I don’t have people doing that to me…”

( @libraryofwatchers )

Parker perked up at the voice, he had through he was alone. So he wasn't sure when the younger showed up. He turned raising an eyebrow at them, a silent question raise 'When did you get here?' "You heard all that huh?" He responded with a small huff. "Yeah, Some people just love butting into other people's lives."

[michael-the-beloved]

HELOO I AM MICHAEL!! I LIKE FLOWRS AND CULURS!!

I LIEK TO DRAW AN GOLD!!

LOOK AT MY DRAWIN!!!

hi! this is a Michael blog, the parents in universe are @vibrant-eyed-one and @problem-there-no-is-nott

Michael is around 3 or 4, and i am not, so most hopefully i can remember to write in character 🙏🙏

Michael will be drawing little doodles for posts because he is a child and likes to draw.

he has 1 canonical life. if he dies, he dies, he gets no ghost

michael's rotting is essentially a terminal / chronic illness. he experiences some symptoms of disabled life, where some days it's worse, and sometimes he experiences muscle weakness, or short term memory loss. michael is disabled, a terminally ill child.

michael is prone to running away.

michael's birthday is October 30th

my idea for piglins, zombie piglins, and michael is that piglins are a very death heavy culture, to them, death is glorious and respected, the dead are treated as ascended beings. but zombie piglins are cursed with rotting, ones who can never ascend, and so they are dressed in funeral garb, and treated as already dead, despite not being so yet. the ones who live to adulthood are sent off to make do on their own, but the ones expected to die young (michael) are often treated as ghosts, already dead with no hope. so when michael first got picked up by bo and boo, he was dressed in funeral clothes.

idk what else to write so i guess i'll add more later.

each arc / "chapter" of michael's life is labelled as following: #TheLoneLittleBoy => the lonely arc

#TheFoxandTheBird => any mention of @write-like-its-goin-out-of-style

#TheSparrowandTheMouse => and mention of @mother-loves-you

#ThePrince'sProtection => any mention of BadBoyHalo (from @libraryofwatchers )

#FollowTheTorchesHome => any mentions of @themostfireever

#TheBoyandTheBear => any mentions of @awesamdude-w

#booandbloom => any mentions of @vibrant-eyed-one

#boandbloom => any mentions of @problem-there-no-is-nott

#OneInTheSame => any mentions of @tommyinnit3

#AwayFromHome => Kidnapped arc

[3v60]

☣: A pet peeve about roleplaying

Ask the Mun | Accepting

{{A Pet peeve huh? I mean, I guess when a Muse doesn't cooperate. And seeing as @libraryofwatchers of mostly all ran by specific alters doing themselves. Sometimes it take a while to get them to actually front to respond to stuff. I know Rudeus(one of our c!dream fictives) is good at getting some of the people on that blog down to a T if he knows them personally (Like Phil for example, he kinda writes Quackity as out of character from what I've heard but the quackity we do have isn't c!Quackity and is more so q!quackity... Though that main verse does have ties to QSMP for the quackity, he only helps with the QSMP side of things-)...}}

{{Then another pet peeve is when you got muse for a specific verse or au and no one seems to want to interact with that specific muse or verse. I maybe an Evbo fictive writing this but even I feel this-}}

{{But i guess the biggest pet peeve we have would be that the roleplay community is kinda a very big popularity contest. If you aren't popular enough you're not going to get asks. If you aren't popular enough even if you build everything to be the best it can be... You'll get 5 to 0 interactions. Or if you do get interactions it would be like the first couple of asks of anon hate that I got originally (Still get those btw... I just delete them now), which kinda is disheartening ya know?}}

{{Sorry for yapping though! Probably didn't want this long of an ask huh-}}

[burnedelytra]

"Sorry for giving a shit about people" The older hissed back, frustrated. This kid was determined, to look after himself or to get himself killed Phil isn't sure. The ask is fair. The immortal would've asked the same thing in his shoes. Philza honestly hadn't planned to ask anything of the boy but he's pretty sure that would only piss him off more. So He decides this. "One favor. You'll own me one favor at some point. that simple"

“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need your pity. Fuck off.” The purpled hooded teen spat as he sat wrapping his wound from the mob attack he just encountered. Who would of guessed Philza would of been in the area and tried to come to his rescue. He hated it. Truly he did. (From Purpled, i wanna see their interaction honestly.)

"It's not pity you fucking- ugh god. Teens!" Philza huffed. His own kids rebellious phases was not something he wanted to revisit with a stranger, but this stranger was a member of their server and their world. He wasn't letting anyone else die on his watch.

"Stop! Stop" He stills purple's hand. Holding out a potion with a serious expression. "Cave spider. Don't know why the hell it was out this far but take this before you bandage it. It'll stop the poison"

[schlatt-is-president]

{{Dunno if you want to spread the word but hey i'm the mun of @mcskedprisoner / @wcrldssmallestviolin / @libraryofwatchers / @shixnoxhana and I've opened a server with the official DSMP world map on it. I made a post about it on our dream blog but If you wanna explore and see the actually finished las nevadas yourself-}}

POW

[ramfather]

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How many times did they end up falling into servers heading to water for their cushion. Despite being highly allergic to it. How unfortunate they couldn't see the Ice that was right at the spot they were about to hit in Snowchester. At least not until it was too close.

"AH SHIT- COME ON HOW UNLUCKY AM I?! FUCK-"

They shouted, anyone in Snowchester could potentially hear them however. {{FYI this is @mcskedprisoner / @libraryofwatchers lol just our Minecraft sona-}}

Schlatt Snow looked shocked when he heard yelling just outside of his greenhouse, quickly heading out the front door to see what the hell was happening.

The ram's ears flicked and pinned back nervously, eyebrows raising at the sight of this new person.

"Uh-"

Snow moved to check on the person, eyebrows raised. "... hello? Where the f- Where did you come from-??"

[listcners]

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

Quackity muttered as he turned from Sapnap, axe in his hand and blood from the zombies he slayed in the heat of the moment to protect Sapnap despite being broken up.

He still cared for the other and Karl, not that he'd ever admit it. (HOPE YOU DON'T MIND THIS)

The netherborn just stared for a moment as Quackity sliced through the creater that had been towering over him moments ago.

Sapnap prided himself on being a good fighter, and being aware when the situation was serious, but he had been so panicked over finding his colorful fiancé who had wandered off at least a few hours ago that he had been ambushed by hostile mobs.

He wasn't surprised that Quackity saved him- he was strong when he needed to be as well- but it was the fact he was here now. They weren't that far outside Kinoko, so why was Q so close to the kingdom. There was so much Sapnap wanted to say, to ask but all he managed to do was mutter out-

"Yeah... I know. But, it's good to see you man."

[3v60]

"fictive"

omg system?

{{Yeeeep-! This blog is like 99.9% ran by me the Evbo fictive of our system!

Much like: @wcrldssmallestviolin is ran by our two c!skeppy fictives(Red!Skeppy primarily writes it but they collab on it!) @mcskedprisoner is ran by our c!dream fictives(Rudeus for anything prison and after, Ex for anything predating The Prison) @clockmcster is ran by those two again with added input from our c!DreamXD fictive @libraryofwatchers is ran by all of us(You can also find me on there too lol surprisingly!) Most if not all the muses on that blog are fictives with the exception of like one and that is Vyl! @shixnoxhana is ran primarily by our Mumza fictive too-

I don't know if I could include @fxllengod cause I'm like confused on if Nova runs their own blog or not, I mean 100% could be running their own blog but I can't be certain!

And this is your reminder if you see "Penned by grave" it's most likely us and you should probably not scroll through the ooc tag on tumblr to see other blogs we may of had in the past-}}

[3v60]

(*Me reading lore* oh i can absolutely work with this, subliminal messaging let's goooooooo @rosalineslibraryrp )

{{If you like lore building- I also reccommend looking at @clockmcster (Our DreamXD), @wcrldssmallestviolin (Our Skeppy), and either @mcskedprisoner or @libraryofwatchers if you like indepth lore stuff! This is just the iceberg for our world building! XD's actually been interacting with @godevbo and @seawattgaming a bit too lmao}}

[t0m-1nn1t]

Oh boy, got a few friends joining in so figure I'll do the same. If you wish to message me privately go ahead, and I'll respond to it directly. Please take care.

Tags below cut.

@soot-daily @ourpl3d @quackity1999 @wctchers @libraryofwatchers etcetera etcetera

Hello dear!

Sorry for bothering you, but it's important to remind you to turn off your asks for a few days! Bad things are going to happen on Tumblr soon...

Don t know anything about this but BETTER BE SAFE EVERYBODY!!!!!!

[elpresidentenevadas]

Quackity frowned. He felt the burning in his chest again, shaking his head a little. "Maybe there is... but... they've gone and made a country without me. I wasn't even invited. So... so it's... I've got a lot of other things to worry about." Maybe it was clear that thinking about them hurt.

Charlie touched the vines, hands getting a red color as he held onto it. He frowned, head bubbling and popping like a boiling pot.

His eyes, usually dull now, lit up a little. It was nice, in a way. He wasn't being influenced, but he was connected. He could feel them, everyone.

"Ah... hello." Charlie muttered. He tilted his head, listening.

Quackity shifted, trying not to feel uncomfortable being so out of the loop.

"So... I know Charlie can't be infected like you guys, but I can see that he reacts."

Bad was walking on the outskirts of Las Nevadas. He seemed out of it as he walked, as if listening to something that wasn't there. Not even realizing he reached the road leading into Las Nevadas.

{{CHOOSE WHOMEVER YOU LIKE}}

Charlie was walking along the perimeter. He did this from time to time, just watching the world outside to see what was going on. His world had become so... tiny, and it was nice to catch a glimpse.

His head slowly tilted to the side when he saw Bad, eyes dull and wide.

"Invitation." He blubbered, just doing his jobs. Bubbles on his head popped and sizzled. "You can still get in without one, just means you have to get one from Quackity." He added with a soft sigh. Standard procedure, just repeating rehearsed lines.

[elpresidentenevadas]

Quackitu gripped his communicator tighter. Of course Karl didn't remember him. He knew it wasn't Karl's fault, but his heart felt like it was being pressed through a meat grinder. It wasn't fair, not to Karl, not to Quackity, not to anyone.

[Quackity whispered to KarlJacobs]: A friend. A little more than that, I suppose...

[Quackity whispered to KarlJacobs]: I'm already at the kingdom, I don't know where you are but... I'm right at the entrance.

Quackity put the communicator away, not really wanting to stare at the message. He just needed to talk, communicate. Even if he was never any good at that...

Quackity was not in his element. He hadn't made his way to Kinoko Kingdom in a long, long time. It physically made him ill thinking about how he wasn't there for Sapnap, and especially how he wasn't there for Karl. His hands clasped together, standing awkwardly at the edge of the kingdom.

What was he supposed to do here? He couldn't just... waltz in. He pulled his communicator out shakily, lips pursed into a frown. He'd done such terrible things on his own, too. They should hate him. And he expected it, expected not to be welcomed with open arms. He expected them to want to know everything, and then glare at him in disgust when he inevitably told them.

After how shit he had been, he was going to be honest at the very least. At the very, very least... they deserved honesty.

Quackity paced back and forth, trying to psych himself up to go in and just talk to them, talk to Karl especially. He'd texted Sapnap, he'd had moments with Sapnap, but Karl? Karl...

Quackity took a breath and walked in, finally.

Lost, but...

[Quackity whispered to Karl]: Hey. Can I come see you?

Karl had just returned from one of his travels. Feeling out of it, spacey. He didn't like feeling this way in all honesty, so hearing his communicator go off he pulled it out to glance at it.

Confusion filled his gaze as he tried reading the name, trying to figure out who this was. He felt he knew it but it was so hard to think... It always was when he came back to the present. Was this even the present? What if it was the past? What if it was the future?

He couldn't pinpoint where. It hurt trying to figure it out.

[KarlJacobs whispered to Quackity]: Sure, uh, can I ask who this is? Your name seems familiar, but it's just... hard to think straight right now.

[listcners]

Sapnap swallowed hard, silent as his ex fiancé talked. It was a bit of relief when Quackity said he wouldn't get angry with Karl when they did find him. Quackity's question made Sapnap's guarded expression fall into something sadder. Yes. Karl forgot him too. quite often. Those days were the worst. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off instead and he closed it tight, nodding and motioning for the other to follow. "Right.... I've checked all of Kinoko, I was going to check old homes and builds next." Or more like the remnants of them- after all some didn't survive the violence that persisted here on the server. He took the lead, falling into silence, axe in hand at the ready not wanting to be caught off guard. But he did slow, falling back to Quackity's side before he finally spoke up once more. "He did forget me by the way. He forgets me a lot. Sometimes he treats me like a total stranger... Or calls be by names I don't know."

"Well if he doesn't remember me, then why would I even do that? Clearly, I can't be angry when he doesn't..."

He went quite as he thought back, the final words Karl spoke to him asking what history they had hit him like a truck. He stepped back a bit, trying to shake that memory away.

"When... did he start losing his memory... Did you find that out... And did he ever forget you Sapnap... or just me?"

His voice was quiet like he wasn't sure he wanted the answer. He turned his head away not wanting Sapnap to see him so vulnerable... No.. No Sapnap... he'd... just like Jschlatt did- he'd use it against him- Under his wing binds he could feel his wings twitch. He never did show his fiances his wings, the fear of being that vulnerable... it... was too much for him.

And if Sapnap ever found out what he was doing at the prison... No- that isn't going to happen right? That information would never be told right?

"Nevermind... Let's... just... Just take the lead. You know him best after all."

[elpresidentenevadas]

Purpled hesitated. "Uh... so... that's where it gets kind of messy? It was because of Tommy but when we cornered him we found out he had bigger plans?" He said slowly. "Like... like when someone gets busted for drugs and then they find a bunch of kidnap victims in their basement." Purpled rubbed the back of his neck.

"I used to work for him before, mostly cause my brother loves him. He's kind of..." Purpled shrugged a little. "... I really hate him, but my brother is the reason I play nice." For now.

Purpled sat at the edge of Las Nevadas, staring longingly out toward the world outside. His expression steeled as soon as someone walked up. "... did you get an invitation yet? Or should I call the president up to see if you're allowed in..."

(You pick who wah-)

Eryn had been exploring, unsure of where he really was.

"Wait, Invitation? President? Sorry I kinda am new to the server and shit. Dunno really where I am. Tommy ditched me on our tour."

"I mean it's kinda shit your childhood best friend would do that, but uh... The name's Eryn. Guess you can ask if I'm allowed in."

He tried to laugh off the awkwardness, his tail wrapping around his own ankle. A nervous habit in all honest.