I posted 34 times in 2021
For every post I created, I reblogged 1.6 posts.
#interactive watchers - 26 posts
#infinite library crew - 5 posts
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#reblogging this since it's involves a character from the interactive watchers.
It’s easy to dismiss it, at first.
It’s Nare, after all. It’s just Nare.
Nare, who likes taking off by themself. Nare, who needs to have their space. Nare, who doesn’t think in human frames for time.
Nare, who tends to be responsible. Nare, who likes helping people. Nare, who doesn’t leave people in need behind.
Amaris is the first one who asks questions.
“Shouldn’t they be back by now?”
“Oh, they’ll be back.” Moon grins, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Now, do you want to learn how to modify that potion?”
“They’ve taken off again.”
“Then who’s covering for them?”
“Moon is here. Ask him, they’ll be able to give you an answer.”
“Is anyone of the Faiths here?”
“Ollie is still in the Nether and Nare’s gone again but you should be able to find Moon.”
“Alright, that should work.”
Nare would appear when they’d finally decide to come back. Nobody is worried. It’s just how they are, right?
Amaris still leaves a handful of emeralds on the library table.
“Please, Nare. Come back.” She hesitates. “You promised.”
It’s dark on the prison world. Dark enough that you could walk past the little hut in the forest without even noticing. Spruce wood gleams in the occasional lightning that lights up the storm. There are no windows but the single door isn’t quite closed. No light shines out onto the ground.
If a traveller came near the hut, they’d feel an inescapable curiosity. A little hut, entirely alone in a forest? And such beautiful carvings in the walls? It wouldn’t hurt to check it out quickly, right? And the rain is so heavy, a little respite would be nice.
Now if the stranger would walk over the doorstep, they might feel the first hint of unease. The cabin is so much bigger from the inside than from the outside. The little corridor has five doors that go off of it but they nearly disappear in the darkness. No sound comes from any of them and only one has a light shining from beyond.
Now if the stranger was brave enough, they’d walk on despite not being able to hear the rain anymore. Or their footsteps. They wouldn’t be be shaken by the little statues that appear out of the darkness. A fox statue stands in front of one of the doors, like it’d be ready to pounce on everyone trying to open it. Another door has flower carvings on it. The third one has no handle and a stone lantern hanging from it. It is not lighted but the shadows suddenly feel deeper. The fourth door is blocked by some kind of bookshelf. If the stranger tried to look more closely, they’d suddenly be possessed by the urge to run, far and fast.
The last door is the only thing out of a different wood. The bright white door doesn’t look like it should have been able to hide in the shadows for so long. Both a moon and a flame are carved into the wood, nearly overlapping. A flower crown is slung around the handle.
Maybe that’s the point of breaking. Maybe the stranger turns around and goes outside no matter how strong the rain is. Maybe they try to open one of the other doors and nobody ever hears from them again.
But maybe, just maybe, they’re smart and brave and stay. They realize that this is the only right door and with all their willpower, they open the door, careful to not touch the flowers.
They’re greeted by light. The pale light of two flickering torches on the wall lights up the room and the figure sitting in the chair. The figure wears a mix of a nearly-white green and a pale gold. Their hair falls over their shoulders and reveals flowery-like ears while hiding their face. Their hands are busy carving in a piece of stone. Are they even using tools?
The stranger gets quickly distracted when the figure looks up. Purple eyes with just a hint of red catch their glance. Sharp, gleaming teeth shine as the figure smiles.
Without even meaning to, the stranger walks towards the figure.
They notice more details. The figure’s skin looks pale, like washed-out. Everything about them seems stretched too thin, as if there was too much that needs to be contained in a too-small vessel.
When the figure opens their mouth, their outline starts to blur. For a brief moment, the stranger could have sworn they heard an echo and the small figure on the chair was suddenly much greater, bearing down on them with red eyes and glowing magic swirling around them.
“Welcome, stranger. Do you have a wish?”
5 notes • Posted 2021-04-24 12:13:31 GMT
Once Librarian realizes what she had done, she is mortified. It’s just... she is tired, and even though no one looks at her like she is Archivist any more, they certainly don’t go out of their way to interact with her unless they need to get between worlds quickly. So for someone to enter her world, break one of her end portals (by accident), and then only startle when she appears; it is charming, and just a little bit intoxicating. It is instinct to sever a small piece of her divinity to wrap around the adventurer’s soul, surrounding it in silk and cobwebs to keep it safe from the world. Once the realization has settled, she cannot blame them for leaving, taking her corridors to jump worlds and simply get away from this unwanted bond. And if her corridors become cold, and brittle with anguish, well that is no one’s fault but hers.
5 notes • Posted 2021-04-20 20:46:19 GMT
They know they should be leaving. They know they should come back. They have a job to do. They are the head of the Court, they have to lead everyone.
And yet, they stay. They stay at their little farm in a little town where no one knows their true name.
They don’t qute remember what they’re the god of but they find that they don’t quite care anymore. They just want peace and quiet. They just want to stay at their farm and be with its people.
In the Court something new was always happening, whether it was chaos or if it was some new thing that the others wanted to show them. For a while, they were content with their life, but of course, everyone has a limit.
They don’t know when it happened but they just remember waking up one day and just feeling tired to go face them again. Maybe it was the constant noise happening, maybe it was the constant disasters.
Or maybe it was the realization that while they’re up here eating their cereal, people down below are suffering.
They suppose they could have went and just lurked around like some of the others do and avoid everyone, but that’s not enough.
They’re the leader, they have to be there. They have to go and tell them what to do.
No, they don’t. The others can take care of themselves. They never really provided much input anyways. They simply stood around and nodded to their ideas.
So they left. They left, leaving behind a note telling them that they are going out to get more cereal and milk. They left, leaving behind a note saying that they’ll be back soon.
It’s been 15,000 years since then. They’re still here. They’re still in the old town with their farm, protecting the townsfolk and their descendants from the horrors that may be outside of it.
Many people would have went and mock and look down on them if they ever told them about their true status. They’re basically a god! Why give that up to live among the mortals?
People worship them! They are given gifts and they have power over them! Why give that up?
The answer they would give them is quite simple. It would always be because of it being too much. And even when its too much, it always seem that they would always do too little for the mortals. It would always be too little.
It’s better in this town. It’s better for everyone to know them as Kiwi, the Starberry farmer who watches the villagers’ kids often. Kiwi, the Strawberry farmer who quietly scoffs at people who pray to the gods. Kiwi, the Strawberry farmer who goes and writes stories of a time before and times long lost.
Yes, they’ll be staying here for a long time. Maybe one day they’ll come back but not now.
And if any of the others find them, then they’ll find them. They’ll talk to them. They’ll answer their questions and acknowledge what they left behind.
It’s not like any of them would be able to get them to leave their life.
6 notes • Posted 2021-04-21 21:58:17 GMT
The Possessions of Aster Rose
Perhaps ae was overly sentimental. Perhaps a better Librarian and Historian wouldn’t have kept the various trinkets and items ae collected over the years. But ae still did aers job well. And Aster Rose wouldn’t have it any other way.
Name
Xir name wasn’t always Aster. Xe was once known as Rose (and if xir visions were correct, will again be in the future), and depending on xir gender, Water, Astro, Alex, Ace, Aria, and Aelin. None is the name xe was born with. But xe wouldn’t prefer it any other way. Xir biological family are the only ones allowed to know xir true name anyways. And xe will continue to use xir names, inventing and being given more if necessary (perhaps that was proof of how fluid xe was in all aspects).
Messenger Bag
It was funny, how one of aers oldest and most prized possessions wasn’t a gift but rather something ae made aeself. Yet, the denim blue messenger bag was aers. Perhaps it was the material, sourced from a place ae can no longer find. Or perhaps it was the pins and charms, all gifts from aers family. Or perhaps it was the guidance of Mother, back at Sonder. Perhaps it was because it was one of the few things ae has left of Sonder. Or perhaps it was it’s usefulness in storing aers personal items, should ae need to leave on a moment’s notice (like how you left Sonder. Completely on accident but unable to go back and now you’re worried about how they’ll react if you ever come back).
Diary
Xir diary, not to be confused with xir various journals. Xir journals were for documenting the history of the worlds xe went to. Xir diary was for xirself, for documenting xir life and xir thoughts. It was the only thing one of the few things xe had left of xir biological family. Xe could almost remember their voices. Xe remembered the brush of their hands as they gave xem the diary to record their life in. “Make yourself a Librarian and Historian to be remembered.”
Apple’s Bracelet
Perhaps it was bad etiquette to put a bracelet around the strap of aers messenger bag. But the bracelet was something Apple gave aer, and ae would rather not accidentally lose it when ae was wearing it. This way, the only way ae could lose the few things connecting back to Sleepy Time Junction and the New World was if someone stole it or if the clasp broke.
Izzy’s Bee Charm
Xe always kept the charm on the bracelet Apple gifted to xem. Perhaps it was odd for xem to put this gift on another, but this way, there was less chance of losing it. Xe treasured this charm that Izzy gave to xem. On particularly bad days where the homesickness for Sleepy Time Junction was too strong and xe missed the New World, xe would clutch the charm and remember all xe could of xir once-family. Sure, maybe Bop and Soup and others—xe didn’t check in on the world that came after the New World—were still around, but that wasn’t enough. Xe wished more of xir once-family could’ve survived the destruction of the New World. Perhaps xe wouldn’t have been so alone if they did.
Panda Stuffie
A gift from Ma. Endie was a wonderful person, and she tried to keep the chaos of the family at a bare minimum. Not that it worked sometimes. Ae kept the stuffie in their messenger bag. On bad days, ae would hug the stuffie. It sometimes felt like Ma was back again, giving aer one of her hugs. It was funny, how ae got attached time and time again and learned heartbreak time and time again. But ae wouldn’t give up attachments for the world. Ae would love. It wouldn’t be fair to close aers heart off. The love that ae felt made aers job so worth it. Made aers job so fulfilling, that ae would be immortalizing aers loved ones in some way.
Sleepy’s Potted Succulent
The most misplaced possession of xirs. Xe kept it in the Infinite Library most of the time. Sleepy loved plants, going as far as to be a green witch under Mama. Xir sibling was interesting. Few mortals would summon a demon accidentally and get into a close relationship with them. Few people had what Sleepy and Gumnoblade had (and oh Technoblade’s name hurt so much, so close and yet so far from xir sibling’s nickname. Perhaps that’s why xe couldn’t talk to Technoblade for long. His name reminded xem too much of xir late sibling’s). Because xe cared for the plant, xe kept it in the Infinite Library. A place where it would get plenty sunshine it wouldn’t if it were in xir messenger bag or the Library of Worlds. Xe was sure the rest of the Infinite Library Squad thought the succulent was some sort of Void plant (and the rest of the Voidwalkers had decided to keep the ruse up), but it was just a plant that reminded xem too much of Sleepy.
Book of Enchantments and Spells
Aers hand brushed over the leather cover and the gold embroidery ae stitched onto it as well as the name Roofza Catcraft (and oh Philza’s name hurt so much. Philza Minecraft was very similar to and yet very different from Roofza Catcraft. Why did the universe hate xem this much, having xem meet people whose names were so similar but so different from the people xe still loves) stitched in a delicate, shimmering green cursive. Mom had given aer the book before her death (you could’ve prevented it, it’s your fault). Mom was the first of Sleepy Time Junction to die (and oh that hurt. Mom, MotherCat, dead. Ae didn’t know why they killed her but does it matter? Mom was dead, dead, and the family was forced to cope). It was too precious of a book to use for day-to-day life, so ae kept documentation of all spells ae knew in it.
Enchanted Jar with Several Kneecaps
Oh Corn. Xe missed her. Corn, goddess of chaos back in Sonder. Xe missed plotting acts of chaos with her, and listening to whatever crazy idea she had. Xe missed her crazy ramblings, even if xe tuned them out most of the time. Xe stole kneecaps back in Sonder, that was xir thing. And Corn gave xem the bottomless jar. Xe no longer stole kneecaps, but the jar was a reminder of simpler times. Of times before xe took xir job as a Librarian and Historian seriously.
Picture of Sonder
Or more specifically, ae and aers family on Sonder. Ae missed Sonder so very much. Perhaps in another life where ae didn’t accidentally wander too far ae would’ve lived in Sonder until its destruction. Ae would’ve lived with aers family back there. But ae wouldn’t have it any other way. Had ae not wandered too far, ae would’ve met STJ, ae wouldn’t have met Orocorum, ae wouldn’t have met Librarian. Ae can’t regret having it this way because ae loves all they met because ae lost Sonder. But ae misses those who ae left behind on Sonder. Mother, Ren, Yuki, Fox, Soul, Corn, Rei, Three, T, Kitti, Chicken, Melody, the list goes on. On days where the longing for Sonder is overwhelming, ae would take out the picture and cry.
Ashes’s Lighter
Oh Ashes. Xir sibling in chaos. Xe missed them, the feral little shit. Ashes gave xem a lighter, and xe treasured it, using it to commit arson as Ashes probably intended to when they gave xem the lighter. After all, Ashes committed chaos, perhaps even more than Corn did. Xe remembered laughing with Ashes, getting thrown in the box jail time and time again for some wild scheme one of them thought up.
Florence’s Rock
Once upon a time, Florence had given aer a very pretty rock. No, go back: once upon a time, an archangel and a voidwalker became siblings by circumstance. Ae was never extremely close to Florence, but they were siblings nevertheless. After all, both of them were the only ones in the family who were too divine to be mortal, but not divine enough to be a god. It was a fine line, and Florence knew how to walk it, ae not so much. Ae was still young back then, taking aers job as Librarian and Historian seriously for the first time. Perhaps ae wasn’t close to Florence as ae was to aers other siblings, but Florence’s advice on how to walk the line helped aer through aers time in Orocorum, aers championship, and beyond. After the New World’s destruction, the rock was the only thing ae had of Florence. And ae treasured it, a memento of Florence.
Eyelander’s Sword
Eyelander gave xem a replica of his sword. Xe really didn’t expect anything less, but it was nice to have something to remember Eye by. Xe really just shrunk it and kept it in xir messenger bag because it was a nice emergency weapon (not that xe could wield it without thinking of Eye). Eye was the last of STJ to ascend to godhood. He probably survived the destruction of the New World, but xe wasn’t going back. The losses would just be more apparent, but why did it matter? Xe already mourned for the New World and Sleepy Time Junction already; xe was over it (you aren’t but keep on telling yourself that. Maybe one day it will be true).
Gumnoblade’s necklace
Ae remembered Gumnoblade. Their name was really Gummy, but Gumnoblade was the only name that stuck for aer. Plus, it was more fun to say. Gumnoblade, Gumnoblade, Gumnoblade (Why oh why did the universe have to curse them this way? First Technoblade and Gumnoblade. And now Philza Minecraft and Roofza Catcraft. The Demon and the Godmaker, the Anarchist and the Father). Gumnoblade was the child of Lucifer (or Satan, ae wasn’t clear on the details) that Sleepy summoned and they became soulbound (like Bad and Skeppy, oh why does XD’s story have elements that coincide with aers life back in the New World? Does XD really have it out for them? Ae can see it in the way some people act like those back in the New World. In the similar beats of Tommy’s exile and Bop’s exile). Gumnoblade gave aer a pretty necklace that they said reminded them of aer. Ae never wore the necklace (like all the things ae collected) but placed it in aers messenger bag.
Strawberry’s Emerald Flower Crown
Strawberry was…odd. Xe never really interacted with her, but she gave xem a flower crown made of emeralds anyways. Strawberry was a strawberry that mutated and formed sentience. Really shows that life flourishes anywhere. The flower crown fit xem perfectly, and xe wore it on days xe wanted to feel pretty.
Mama’s Ruby Brooch
It was a pretty ruby brooch. Ae only realized it had a protection charm several years after receiving it. Ae pinned it on aers messenger bag, proudly on display for the world to see. Mama was a witch; if ae was correct, she was the high priestess in the Old World. Mama was also in a platonic marriage with Dad and Ghost Dad (Lily, Crab, and Spectre). Ae kept the brooch even though ae really didn’t need the protection. The protection would be a nice safety net, and the brooch reminded them of Mama. Ae knew ae wasn’t Mama’s favourite, Sleepy held that title (witches bond together), but Mama still held nice memories for them. Ae was Buir’s favourite (Thirteen’s favourite), was near the top in Ma’s favourites list, and was near the top in Ghost Dad’s favourites list, but Mama’s favourite was Sleepy, Mom’s favourite was Izzy (ae thinks but ae can’t remember correctly), and Dad’s favourite was Ashes. But ae loved aers parents all the same.
Eternal Flower Crown
A reminder of a time long gone. The flowers in the flower crown were enchanted to never wilt or die. The perks of making the flower crown while xe was the God(dess) of Life and Chaos. Xe remembered Orocorum. It was a strange world, and the only one where xe became an actual deity. Xe managed to stumble into the world shortly after its creation, and the Goddess of Creation, Emma, gave xem the divinity and title, at the cost of a piece of herself. Xe loved every life to walk in that world, but xe ultimately fought for xir family (the Pantheon) and chaos.
Ren’s Flower Hair Clips
Ren was...Ren was Ren. Ren and Raster (a strange mash-up of Rose and Aster). Best friends until the end. Ren had given aer two flower hair clips. Aer occasionally wore one or the other. Ae regrets everything that led up to aer leaving that world. Everything that led up to leaving him. Ae loved the flower clips, one a rose, another an aster. Ae was close to Ren in that world (Tommy and Tubbo’s friendship reminds aer too much of Ren and aerself. They were the Tommy, ae was the Tubbo. It hurt to see that). The flower clips sometimes hurt to look at sometimes; was ae really deserving to wear them after what ae did? But ae kept and wore them nevertheless; ae would honor the memory of Tobias “Toby” Ren Passeriformess in whatever ways ae could. It was the least they deserved.
Jax’s Ring
Are you still married if your spouse has died? Jax was interesting and beautiful. They were the Blood God of that world, the God of Bloody Conflict, and xe was the only one to call them by their true name. The only one who had the honor of knowing and using their true name without consequence. Xe loved them, and they loved xe. Perhaps if xe wasn’t so afraid, xe would’ve saved this world (xe knows that that world was due to expire anyways, but xe could’ve extended it a bit. Xe could’ve fought for it harder. Xe could’ve at least saved Jax or some of the pantheon). Perhaps xe could’ve used more of xir energy and divinity to save the world, to extend it. But xe had to watch as everything connecting xem to the pantheon was destroyed, as xir ties to godhood were destroyed. As Larkza fell and Erlea fell after them, together until the end. As xe had to watch Jax the Blood God fall, fighting to the end. And in the end, it was just xirself and Emma. And then it was just xirself, Librarian and Historian, in the Void, fleeing the dead world with a journal filled with its history from beginning to end.
Titles
For as long as ae remembered, ae held the title of Librarian and Historian of Worlds. Ae was born with it, but ae never really embraced it until ae found STJ and the New World. Archivist offered ae the title of her champion, but ae never really accepted until the Archivist became the Librarian, and now ae holds the title of Champion of %] proudly. Ae also holds smaller titles like one-third of Bootleg Bench Trio, Only Sane One in the Infinite Library Squad (jokingly, Fågel and Lucas had their shit together more than ae does). And ae holds very well-known titles as well: the Archivist (ae laughed when ae heard it, but Librarian wasn’t complaining: ae was giving the name a positive context), the Librarian (ae teased Librarian so much after that), the Historian, the Records-Keeper, the One who Walks the Shadows, the One with no Fear, and aers most regretted title: the Godslayer. It wasn’t the title itself that ae regrets: it was what ae did to obtain it. Aers most prized titles were the smallest ones: sibling, child, friend, spouse, parental figure, partner in crime. Perhaps that was very telling of the type of person ae was: sentimental, loving, caring. But yet, ae knew that the smallest ones wouldn’t last. After all, ae will one day outlive the givers of the smallest ones (except for maybe the Gospel Court) as ae watches their world be destroyed.
7 notes • Posted 2021-04-23 05:08:50 GMT
This is the official doc for the IW! Here is the perfect start to figure out what the IW is lmao
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1VZ--Vn0169wNOstR9YoVOyYlOmCIDYRn43D2A-D8G7Q/edit?usp=sharing
39 notes • Posted 2021-04-18 14:51:22 GMT
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