#chobblesome?

[fernthepigeon]

The Bogeyman Curse. It strangles you. Rips you apart. Consumes you. It will devour you, if you don’t devour it. It’s a curse some say. And it is. It is a sickness of bloodlust. Consuming you fully as you turn to your red life. Everyone has been consumed by it at times. Either as a bogey, or during their red life.

Grian says he has never been the Bogeyman. But that’s the greatest lie there is. Because it is the opposite of that. He is always the bogeyman. He is always cursed with bloodlust. But he keeps it under control. Shackles around it. But he slips up from time to time. Bending the rules he has told.

He is the original Bogeyman one could say. But the origin of the curse is not of him. It comes from one who was consumed. Consumed and devoured. The last holder of the Necronomicon. Grian Solidarity. The half of a soul who no longer is. That half is the origin of the curse. But the first Bogeyman, is and will always be, Grian Dreamslayer. Because that is what holds him alive. The first codes he grasped together at his deathbed, was the code cursing him.

[fernthepigeon]

Hello fellows

Pearl, the winner of double life, is one of the three winners we all can decide rather easily what celestial body symbol they can have, rightttttt???

Well Imma include weather phenomena stuff now. Idek if they count as celestial body’s, but idgas. It’s silly.

So what am I talking about, well obv the Parselene, also known as the mock moon or Moon dogs. It has a buddy called Parhelion also, but it’s about the sun, and Pearl = Moon.

This ^, is two pics of a Parhelion and a Paraselene. Also known as Sun dog and Moon dogs. They are called that, as the mock light around them (the bigger parts on each side of their halo), have in takes been called wolfs or dogs, as they were explained as companions of the Sun/moon. And of course, one of em is Tilly in Pearls case. I don’t know the other, Pearl isn’t my main, but I’m sure there’s some dog or other out there that can fit that place.

So uh summary, I propose the idea of Pearls winner symbol not being the moon, but instead be the Moon dogs. Yk what we should all give em weather phenomena stuff as another type of symbol. That would be silly

[fernthepigeon]

Grian. The Villain.

He says he went insane in the mines. Perhaps he did. But in the AU’S ITS MORE LORE ALRIGHTY

Grian. A vessel of the Watchers. A tool. Dehumanised. Used. Controlled. Perhaps this Villain thing was a act for fun. But I bet it’s not. I bet, it’s either him rebelling. Rebelling against the shackles the Watchers have bound him down to. Being this Villain to interfere in their plans. Or another take, is that it’s him, accepting it. Accepting he’s a tool. Accepting he’s controlled. Wanting to be the sharpest tool. The quickest blade. Wanting to be someone useful to the Watchers, as he probably can’t be anything else than their tool anyways.

But maybe, maybe it’s a mix of both. Both versions. It started as an act of defiance. But after fail and fail, he realised. It cannot be avoided. He is no more than their tool. He can never be. It’s a unavoidable fact. So if that’s the truth, why not be their best tool?

Gods shit I made Grian so fking insane in Past life…. Oopsies

[fernthepigeon]

They say he’s good with the blade. Maybe he is. Maybe he’s not. He knows how to defend. How to hunt them down. He protects. He is a defender. Defender of those he loves.

As he made the wish with the constellation, he promised. He promised to always protect. And he did. Through all the timelines, he always falls into protecting. It’s the only way he knows now. The before is long forgotten.

A living shield is what some could call him. Joel.

A living blade is what some would call her, Gem.

Someone who has existed through thousands of timelines. Over and over again. Thanks to her twin, Gemini. Gem was born from the stars, one half of the constellation Gemini. Gemini and Gem Taylor. Two parts of one.

Someone who some call Deity and one who is that deity’s weapon. A living blade. She serves her twin like devoted. Maybe it’s what keeps her sane. What remains the same through all the timelines. A singular order that keeps her calm.

She will hunt down anyone who does wrong. Anyone she deems guilty. Also those who the stars whispers about. Whose time is up.

Joel Beans and Gem Taylor.

A guard dog and a hound.

[fernthepigeon]

The repulse. The fright. Memories you want to forget, always come back ripping. Never really goes away do they?

The marked join every life. Always the same, happy and healthy. At least most. Always forgetting about the nature of the games. How they deceive. How it always turns bloody and leave gashes that never really heals.

How every limited lifer goes still when hearing a clock tick.

How Grian sees memories of blood in everything red.

How Jimmy is distraught when he sees yellow feathers.

How Cleo cries when seeing certain flowers.

How Martyn prefer not to use axes anymore.

How Tango gets frightened when people are chasing him.

How Mumbo prefer not to play around with explosives anymore.

How Joel is afraid of not being in control.

How Gem doesn’t like Sculk and end portals.

How Pearl gets shaky when she hears goat horns call.

How Lizzie is frightened of the void.

How all of them wake up sweaty after the feeling of a respawn, afraid to wake up with the red curse. Afraid that it’ll take over again. Vigilant in every step. Staying in bed like it’ll save them from the summon of the marked.

[fernthepigeon]

A game. A death match. Yet he can’t take it serious. Perhaps it was coping. Perhaps it was the curse. The reds curse. Causing bloodlust, but almost always happiness too. Happiness to be free. Perhaps that’s what the games often are to him. A game where he doesn’t need to hide his perma curse. Where everyone else slowly also gets effected by the same curse.

Deep down he always knew. Or well, it wasn’t that deep down. It was right under the surface. Always poking. Stinging. Telling himself that it’s just a game this time. No one will get hurt. Not like the first game. The first candidates. The game where he died.

Because it wouldn’t be. This time there were more people. This time he wasn’t a usual player. Just a patchwork of desperate code. This time he wasn’t just playing mischievous, this time he was cursed. A curse holding his own code together, while ripping out his mind.

Grian always plays around. Everyone does. But often, people tend to be a bit more cautious when it’s a death match. Yet he plays freely. Perhaps he’s insane. Perhaps he’s dying. Perhaps he’s something you would rather not throw yourself into, to be able to understand. Because you wouldn’t. No one ever would. Or well, at least that is what the whispers tell him. Those shadows that comes hand in hand.

[fernthepigeon]

Curses. Something that is stitched into your whole being. Something that originated from you. You died from yourself, yet what killed you is continuing to spread. You’re stuck on it permanently, yet you long to be given the title. To get that permission to do what everyone else has done. Maybe you tricked yourself. Maybe you know exactly what curse you bear. You should have noticed it by now. That itch. The itch integrated into your own soul. That itch for blood. If they knew you always had those impulses, would they trust you the same?

The curses often have a origin. Somewhere it spread from. The Bogeyman curse (also called the reds curse) came from Grian Xelqua and is perma stuck on Grian Dreamslayer. The canary curse originated from Taurtis, as he died on Evo. A curse, signalling that the slaughter is coming.

People say the curse is etched on the player from the beginning, causing them to die right before the slaughter. Others say it’s the players death that causes the slaughter itself. No one really knows which is it. But they know that it’s a tragedy to be struck by the curse.

Jimmy Solidarity has been struck by the curse many times. Those who watched sees it as entertainment, a major part of all the seasons. When the Canary dies to the world, the slaughter is coming. But then, in Secret life, the tradition was broken. At first it wasn’t a big issue. But as they for a second time avoided being the canary, those who watched noticed how the grasps were loosening. The Listener needed to be bound down to the reality of the games once again. And what better way is there to fix that, than to take them out of the games in the middle of their peace? The vessel was sent to take out their dear canary, and he succeeded.

Yet now for the second time, the Vessel has swore to be the one to take the Canary out of the games. A revenge for past actions they could say. Two who once were siblings. They sent him out to make their little canary get his head down from the clouds. But it turned to something else. A quest to prove. A mission that maybe is more stained with the past than they thought. Nothing can really stay dead, when your both walking corpses.

[fernthepigeon]

Lost life. The first take of Past life. In Lost life everything went wrong. For at least the majority. Alliances breaking every session. Some joining others, but everything was fragile. Everything had done something wrong, some deed that cannot be fixed.

The blade. The blade tried to rebel. Be free from being the ”watchers” tool. Trying to rip apart the games. It backfired. His teammates died an unnecessary death. Not honourably. Fell into the pit that had been created. Eight players died to his hands. The secret society failed. The guilty was found out directly after. He died to the manhunt. In the red bloodbath, he teamed up with the two other who had been framed. Framed as villains. Scapegoats of everything wrong. The bloodbath ended abruptly, as the blade rewinded the game to its beginning. Different this time tho. The blade had sworn his loyalty to the ”watchers”. And if he would be apart of this mess, he would be the finest tool they had.