#thank you anon ;)

[thecornermushroom]

Hello Mushroom. Before I say anything, your art is incredible. It's even more impressive than your taste in video games revolving around insects (wink wink, nudge nudge).

SAY! Would you happen to be able to draw Grimm? He's my favourite character, and I absolutely adore your art style. Please and thank you. I really appreciate your time!

[bowsergotdunked]

puppyboy guzma idk just a suggestion

THANK YOU GRACIOUS ANON!!!

yk not the art i expected to use to tweak my art style and come back with but come on how could i NOT

[lar-arts]

Hello?!?!? I want to hear about your watcher thoughts what do you mean "i didnt always have mouth?" "Is_experimental: false"?!?!?!‽‽‽

Anon thank you so much because now I get to ramble. Now, for the sake of being tidy I will start on my general watcher thoughts and then move on to how that relates to Grian and the last post I made.

Watchers exist outside of time. What they do is not time travel, they just work outside of our perception of time, being able to access different points in a timeline the same way we could while watching a video. This means that they don't experience time the same way we do (and this is important to remember)

Watchers in general can only watch. They cannot interfere with servers or players in any capacity, for the most part. The few that do, can because they have spent time watching over the code of a server instead of just the server itself, for all watchers have the ability to manipulate code but few actually know that and take the time to learn how to.

Watchers aren't gods. And I mean this in the sense that they don't have followers, there is not a watcher religion. The titles they have come from each other, not from any player choosing to follow them.

Players in servers that have been tampered with by watchers may regard them as gods and sometimes even create cults dedicated to them, but this is not a widespread phenomena.

Now, Grian Xelqua.

Grian used to be a player, technically. But due to Watchers not abiding by our rules of time, when he became a watcher he was always a watcher. When I wrote "Did I always have no mouth?" it was a reference to how becoming a Watcher changed him so thoroughly that now in his past he was already one (my Grian design has no mouth, so I thought it would be nice if original player Grian did have one. But you don't need a mouth in order to observe)

Grian, having been a player and an admin at that, has the knowledge on how to interact with code. Being what he is now helped him understand it more and get better at manipulating it, but his admin background helped a lot.

That knowledge is what gave him the tools to be able to make himself a "player"

"Player", because he is not really one. His body and consciusness are not tethered to his player form or disguise, it merely is a suit that allows him to interact with a server in ways that he can't in his watcher form.

The bit of code that is in my drawing comes from a microsoft learning site, that has a portion of the player data from minecraft bedrock. "Is experimental = false" was not changed and is how it was in the og code, but I did change "is spawnable" to be true, so that the Grian body can be spawned by the grian entity known as Xelqua. I also changed the hitbox size to be blank because Xelqua does not really have a hitbox.

Now: Grian did not escape the watchers. They are not something to be escaped, more than humanity is something to be escaped. He just got bored of just watching when he knew how playing felt, so he decided he wanted to play again. He hasn't stopped watching, but his main focus is now on hermitcraft and playing. (you could compare this to when you stop watching a tv show but still come to tumblr to check what has happened in the new seasons. You are not actively watching it but you are informed in what is happening, and someyimes you even put on an episode you know is good) (he is literally just playing minecraft)

Now, having been outside of time, grian spent quite a lot of it being a watcher. He has watched over a lot of servers, and a large amount of "time" has passed for him. He is far older than he was when he first went through that end portal, and that's why he had to go back to check how he used to look, so that his player form could be as close to it as possible.

That is not the case for everyone else. He came back and not even a month had passed (he knew this. He chose the moment to come back), just in time for him to get to hermitcraft season 6, a server that he had been invited to before everything happened.

He got in tough with the members of evo, but didn't really tell them much about what had happened to him and what he now is. They know he was taken by watchers, and that is it.

Okey I have more things to say about Xelqua and why he looks like that and some more info on watchers but I think this does for now?

[roxy-lalonde-daily]

There is an ontologically superimposed drawing of a cat in your inbox. You think it looks like a child's crayon drawing.

i have seen the face of beauty

[reigningm4x]

Max over the summer break with Antonio Felix da Costa's father

[ouidamforeman]

Crowley is Barbie. Has multiple jobs, is very fashionable, has weird feet

This Barbie works for Satan Our Master!

[graytodd]

Oh my god Jaybin in Dicks cape- im sobbing 😭 can i perhaps request a continuation with Dick dressing Jay in a custom Nightwing suit for 'undercover purposes' because "someone might get suspicious if you dress as robin" but we'll all know the real reason 😗 maybe discowing if you like the suit or think Dick could handle Jay going anywhere like that 😅

I just enjoyed this way too much, thanks for this request anon!♡ Naah, Dick would never let Jay go around in a deep v neck costume 🤣 but I love the idea of jaybin as nightwing sidekick ~

[uhohdad]

any thoughts on slasher!konig?

(if not or if that’s too dark you can ignore this!! :))

he’s suuuuch a cliche slasher <3

SLASHER!KÖNIG X READER

It’s your fault, really. For thinking you could enjoy a relaxing weekend away from everything. All you wanted to do was hide away in an isolated, peaceful cabin in the woods. Enjoy nature, read smutty stories, and not be bothered by another soul for 72 hours.

Apparently, that’s too much to ask.

The dingy little cabin was hardly well-maintained, smelling of mildew and decorated with furniture that looks like the eighties puked all over it - but it was cozy, and it got the job done.

You’re still breathing life into the cabin long after the sun set, long after you should have been tucked under the covers and snoring away. Your phone blares songs you wouldn’t dare play in front of anyone else, humming along to your guilty pleasures with a wiggle in your hips. The inviting aroma of a sneaky late night snack wafts in the air, warm light pouring from the lamps and out of the windows, illuminating the surrounding woods.

The piercing ringing makes you jump, wide eyes darting to the phone. An old rotary nicknack you hardly noticed, and certainly wouldn’t have thought of as functional if you had. The ring slices right through you, high-pitched and grating. As your tensed shoulders relax, your lips twist in unease. Hesitantly you pause the music, making uneasy steps to answer the call.

“Hello?” You ask softly, not bothering to stifle your confusion.

No one speaks, but there’s someone on the other line. You can practically feel the deep, heavy breaths tickling your ear.

“Hello?” You repeat, brows furrowed and an index finger nervously twirling around the phone cord.

“Do you always vacation all alone?”

The voice on the other end is harsh, dangerous. Intense and deep with a purred condescension stitched in, it sends a shudder straight down your spine.

Your body stills, mouth turned cotton.

“Who is this?” You ask, an unfortunate break in your voice.

“Such a dangerous thing for a little lamb to do.”

You scoff, a smile creeping on your face, “Very funny.”

You laugh, pinching the phone between your ear and your shoulder, “Who is this?”

You rattle off a list of the usual suspects, your cheekiest friends and family members in hopes to get them to break character.

“It’s like you’re inviting trouble in.”

You give a nervous laugh, eyes flicking around the cabin, “Uh-”

Prank call or no, your heart is pounding in your chest. You swallow, parting your lips to speak but you can’t seem to find the words.

“Your dancing was endearing, though, little one.”

Your face drops, a chill wrapping its fingers around your spine and frosting you from the inside out. Feet made of lead, body still except for the rise and fall of shallow breaths.

The line goes dead before you can find a response, an even dialtone in your ear as you try to steady the heart pounding against your ribcage. When your thoughts catch up, fumbling fingers scramble for the rotary wheel, but the even tone cuts off as the lights go out, the life suddenly sucked from the cabin.

You pull in a sharp breath, slamming the phone on the receiver and backing away from it as if it’s a feral, bloodthirsty animal. Your head swivels around, eyes adjusting to the dark and eerie cabin. The adrenaline is coursing now, pulse pounding against your temple and knuckles knocking together.

A loud thud on the outside of the cabin makes you jump, snapping your head in the direction of the noise. A squeak leaves you as a blurred, shadowy figure passes quickly by the window. Your panicked mind is blank, frozen in your place, just barely able to fend off hyperventilation, but not at all the violent trembling.

You’re muttering objections under your breath, pleading desperately with your unwanted visitor to leave you alone, for them to reveal this was all just some big joke.

The furious jingling of metal echoes throughout the cabin, the doorknob rattling threateningly as your visitor tests the lock.

Your fingers come to your lips, wide eyes darting around before you scramble for a hiding spot. The best you can manage is a coat closet, pressing yourself flush to the wall to keep yourself steady. Weak legs ultimately slide to a sit on the stained carpet, arms tightly embracing your knees, pleading with your heavy breaths to quiet.

The first thud makes you crawl out of your skin, a deep, heavy crash against wood. Your hand comes up to your mouth, muffling your squeaks behind sweaty palms.

Another thud has you pinching your eyes shut, every muscle tensed and trembling.

The third busts the front door wide open, shards of splintered wood crashing to the ground as the doorknob slams into the cabin walls.

The whines creep up the back of your throat without your permission when you hear the sound of heavy, confident boot steps, rubble crunching under the soles as they enter.

You shake your head, lips pulled back and tears springing down your face as the slow, commanding bootsteps near. He knows exactly where you are, and he’s dragging out your torture by making you anticipate his painstaking arrival. Toying with his prey, cornering you and making you cry from pure terror. Teasing you, making you feel dumb for thinking you could even hide from him in the first place, reveling in each flinch he knows you’re making behind that door by simply walking.

How powerful he must feel.

An involuntary hiccup escapes you as the closet’s doorknob turns. You’re deafened by your own heartbeat, the door creaking open agonizingly slow, unable to stifle your sobs as he reveals himself in all his glory. Domineering frame towering over you, a hood draped over his face, a butcher knife at his side.

He tilts his head as he looks down at you - what a pathetic thing you are, teeth chattering and sobs stuttering on each breath.

He lowers himself into a squat, apathetic, half-lidded icy blue eyes studying you.

“That was too easy, little one.”

He sticks the flat of his blade just under your chin, tilting your head up to get a better look at you.

His eyes crinkle as his soaks in your sprung, glossy eyes, your tear-stained cheeks, your shivering bottom lip.

“What do you say I give you a minute head start, ja?”

He pulls a squeak from you when he meets your stare again, applying more pressure to your delicate skin with his blade. He creeps forward, closing the gap between your faces to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead through the soft fabric of his mask.

He keeps his face inches from yours when he pulls away, his deep, gritty voice lowered to a whisper when he speaks.

“Run, little one. I’ll meet you in the woods.”

✧₊⁺ abusive!könig ✧₊⁺ stalker!könig

[allimili]

Hello! I hope you are doing good! Take some water and eat your food as alwaysss

May I request a Y/n Cookie kissing Pure Vanilla? Feel free to ignore this, Atleast I tried 👌

"Wanna kiss- Oh !!?"

[queseresere]

It is funniest if Martyn objects to the marriage and still ends up here the next morning.

[dustybones]

Prompt idea/request: Lae’zel finally besting Rath'zel at something and being so proud, only to realize Shadowheart wasn't around to see it

you..... inspired me very much with this prompt

shadowheart did NOT witness

feat Rath'zel (my oc aka Lae's older sister) and @ichiro-artosaki's oc Blua Dipa

[ghostly-groves]

Hear me out

It would be funny I promise (og post)

[ynbabe]

LOGAN FIC REQ!! (i love your messages au smmm btw THEYRE SO GOOD AHH) ok anywayssss

can you pls do logan x super super famous!reader.(preferably an actress but i don't mind any) so both of them are dating but are trying to keep it a secret since they've only been dating for a short amount of time. one night they decide to go on a date but paparazzi was there and it was going VIRAL. reader regrets not double checking if there would be any paps. sooo then everyone starts investigating on logan as the internet does and since everyone doesn't watch f1, they only see logan crashing and blah blah blah so they see him as a "bad driver" and he starts getting A LOT of hate because people think reader deserves better. they also start comparing him to reader's "more better and famous ex". reader and logan take time off social media and people think they broke up until reader releases an instagram post defending him and yeah a lot of fluff and hurt/comfort.

idk if this made sense but pls feel free to change anything!! again i love your work sm 💕‼️

Hiiii, omg thank you so much! Love love LOVE the fic idea and without any further ado- here's the fic, it isn't exactly as the prompt but I hope you love it-

Keep my wife's name OUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH ୨୧ Logan Sargeant x famous! reader

As a celebrity, you don’t often have the privilege of privacy. The cameras seemed to follow you everywhere, from outside your house to the restaurants you ate at and even to private celebrations with your friends and family.

Your last relationship had gone south exactly because of the paparazzi, making assumptions about the seriousness of your relationship and even spreading pregnancy and marriage rumours, scaring the man away.

You had wanted to take it slow, heart broken from your previous relationship but then you met Logan and for the first time in a long time you felt like you could breath, like you could do what you wanted without being judged.

You knew who he was and he knew who you were and that was perfect.

The both of you had spent a perfect week in your villa in Bali, it had been risky but no one caught on, surprisingly.

You thought your luck would continue and you threw causation to the wind, not asking your assistant to check for paparazzi at the sushi restaurant you were going to in Shanghai.

Unfortunately, you were caught just as you were leaving the restaurants waking up to a host of notifications, some good and some gut-wrenching.

Logan on the other hand tried not to throw up, his eyes wide, you could tell he was scared. Would his team drop him? No, no. Why would they? Right? Oh God.

"Logan, Logs, baby are you okay?" You called out, dropping to your knees and cradling his face in your palms.

f1waglife

f1waglife Y/n nation how are we feeling tonight? Logang? How are we? This was definitely not the couple we expected but is this the couple we deserve?

Username OH HELL NAW- WHY IS THIS FLORIDA MAN DATING QUEEN Y/N?????

Username Y/n come home the kids miss you

Username Omg mans is in love

Username Get someone to look at you the way Logan looks at Y/n

You saw some of the comments and while some made you smile, some made you want to slap a bitch, unfortunately, a scandal would not help, so you called up your PR manager, and the post was gone within a minute.

Logan's race had gone sour, with him getting an unfair penalty and points on his licence. The already poor start to your day had turned even worse when you saw Logan tiredly storm into the room collapsing on the bed, burying his face in his pillow.

"What... the..... fuck?" He screamed into the pillow making you smile a little. The small habit he'd picked up from you, screaming into the pillows as a way to think, one that you had picked up from one of the characters you played a long time ago.

"Why do people even care about who's dating who? That's so stupid." He rolled his eyes.

"Don't we binge Keeping Up with the Kardashians every Monday?" You asked.

"That's not the same though-" He paused and switched his phone off, he already didn't have access to his own Instagram, having given access to his manager a long time ago, he now didn't even want to talk to his friends or colleagues many of whom just wanted an autograph from you along with an explanation how he could be with you.

He turned around, pulling the blanket on him, tired from the day.

You pulled up Twitter as a habit but were greeted with a terrible chain of tweets judging every aspect of your relationship and even worse criticizing Logan without even knowing anything about the sport.

"What the fuck-" You cursed out loud, you knew your fanbase was slightly (an underestimation) larger than your boyfriends but how could they call themselves your fans, when you have been a fan of Logan's since his first season in f1? All your co-stars American or not knew your borderline obsession for the man, every race week you'd be posting Williams on your story, how could they still hate on him?

You looked next to you, where your boyfriend was sleeping a small scowl on his pretty face.

PR be damned, he didn't deserve this.

y/nl/nofficial

y/nl/nofficial To anyone who calls themselves my fans and talks shit about my lovely boyfriend, UNFOLLOW ME ASAP. Logan is the kindest, sweetest, most talented man I've had the pleasure to know and he deserves better than the bullshit he gets from some assholes who don't know anything about him. To quote my friend Will: KEEP MY WIFES NAME OUT YOUR DAMN MOUTHS-

username oop sis snapped

username you tell em girl

username LOVE a gf whos rabidly in love with her bf

username now why would y'all try and shame Mother's boyfriend when all she does is post about him for race weekends??

username fr shes been a logan fan before logan fans have been logan fans

Williams We stan a protective gf 😮‍💨

username admin you'll always be famous y/nl/nofficial Cant help it he looks really pretty in blue 🥰 username oh she in love love

username shall we start calling him Father?

The way I was struggling to write this fic cause I had to write bad things about Pookie Bear Logie is insane. But- I hope yall like it, please do let me know in the comments or reblogs!!!

[skillissue71]

Can you draw Rochelle realizing she bisexual?

(ignore if your uncomfortable with that request)

bipanic

[biancadoes1]

All of these crazy anons reminded me of the article that came out in May and then resurfaced in I think October, stating that both N and L were publicly single. Do we think that Nic would allow all of the stuff to show PUBLICLY with JD if they were indeed romantically involved?!! As for L and A, two stories with pasta in the last six months aren’t going to do it for me either.

This anon is using their brain.

[reigningm4x]

Max at a restaurant in Tokyo tonight