Okay. Hear me out. Enough "Watchers as a group of immensely powerful and evil beings". Enough "Watchers as allknowing allseeing gods". The Watchers are standins for the audience.
I want to see Watchers who just want to watch the world burn because seeing the players run around like chickens is funny. Watchers who try and fail to meddle in mortal matters. Where are the Watchers going and sitting in the stands at MCC and cheering like theyre at the superbowl.
Grian is the Watchers' little meow meow and they give him gifts and favoritism because he does stuff like start demise and third life and secret fools and the Watchers go apeshit over every major event he meddles in.
Thank you for hearing me out.
you know when you kinda want to read and kinda want to write and kinda want to draw and kinda want to sing but it's late and you're tired and it's more like a desperate desire to really deeply dream
doing mspaint mouse art because apparently a single day without a tablet is too much for me
dni if: you have more than 3 dm notifications on discord right now , your favorite color is magenta specifically , you've listened to an album by the beatles in its entirety , you have never dipped your finger in wax and then peeled it off , you dislike moss a substantial amount , you know the rules of american football , your favorite music genre is bedroom pop , you dont know what the word oscillating means , you can do calculus , and/or if you are not akin to an evil villain's goon that goes "on it boss" and immediately fails pathetically to do whatever task you were assigned
[Video Transcript:
Tommy, shouting: Dad!
video jump cuts
Tommy: Hello? Oh-- Sorry I meant to shout Phil's name... Philza Minecraft. [while laughing] S-sorry- y'know-
Tommy's Dad: unintelligble
Tommy: Dadza - Dad, you know they get sort of easily... No I'm sorry I didn't mean-- No, no, no, pl- you can help as well- do you have- No no no, Dad, no no!
Tommy's Dad: It's fine, It's fine
video jump cuts
Tommy: phil. My dad's staying round and I accidentally just shouted 'Dad' meaning you, and he came in- while I'm streaming- and he went 'oh.'. And I went 'oh sorry I meant Phil'. And Ive never seen so much sadness in a man's life when i went 'Oh sorry I meant my e-dad not my real dad' and he looked at me and went...
Philza: Yeah, yeah, that's the appropriate response. ]
[image id: a screenshot of minecraft chat reading
<TommyInnit> ive just hurt my real dads feelings
<TommyInnit> not my E-Dads ]
steadily recognizing that i’m allowed to exist in public spaces and not feel embarrassed about it… can you believe i used to feel weird about/too inadequate to sit on a bench in a public space. it’s ok. you’re allowed to be. just be. just sit on a bench. it’s ok
my magnum opus: How family-coded is a CC to Tommyinnit
Shazam: I'm still not clear on what the big deal is. I'm basically fifteen which is basically an adult
Cyborg: no that - that's not how it works. you don't have a fully developed brain
Shazam: wow, rude??
Cyborg: it's not an insult, it's just how brains work - you don't have a fully developed pre-frontal cortex yet so you're not really old enough to be making big decisions
Shazam: uh, counterpoint
Shazam: I'm in an adult body right now so I have an adult brain and an adult pre-frontal whatever.
Cyborg: no you-
Cyborg:
Cyborg: wow that's actually a really good point
Shazam: I know
Flash: further counterpoint: your body runs on magic and it's basically indestructible so we don't technically know what all's inside you
Flash: for all we know you might not have a brain.
Cyborg: also a really good point
Shazam: I. I'm pretty sure I have a brain??
Shazam: like I'm pretty sure I have all the regular organs? I must have a stomach cause I can eat and I feel like I have a heart
Shazam: I definitely have blood
Flash: who's to say though. might be nothing inside your head but magic dust.
Shazam, panicking: but I must have a brain, right? like I'm thinking with something right??
Flash: impossible to say.
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