#interactive watchers

[interactive-watchers]

"Thanks for helping me move this, you can put it over there."

"No problem. Didn't have anything else I needed to be doing. Hey, is this you?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, that's me when I was...11? My mom just came from a performance and still had her outfit on. My dad and I had been repairing the ME system, so we were covered in certus quartz dust. That was a nice day, after we got cleaned up, we went to the park and watched the early schoolers do their fall plays. I really liked the pirate one, the kids couldn't keep their balance so their swordfight turned into a balancing competition. My sibling won and they made them the Pirate Monarch."

"Which one are they?"

"Em is the one with the wings, hence the advantage with balancing. They were eight at the time. The other adult is our ren, Ivaili. Ae married into the family when I was three, they had just had Em and their partner, a merling, died in a fishing accident."

"I can tell your father's an Enderian hybrid, what are the other two, they seem human but looks can be deceiving."

"My father is a Draconian-Beta hybrid, so he had telepathy and telekinesis. My mom was a witch hybrid and potions affected her differently. My ren, and this surprises many people, was a Shulk-Elytrian hybrid, but only inherited the environmental immunities. I got the telepathy, effect resistance, and cold immunity. Em got the wings, plant and water magic, and animal speech."

"Oh, are they the patch under Ianite's? The winged sea goat?"

"Yep, the gear is my dad, the palette is my mom, and the thyme and rosemary is my ren. They were the first ones to appear after I received it."

"I've never seen them around, well, I think I might've met Em, but I haven't seen your parents. Did they not take the immortality when you became a god?"

"My mom's religion teaches death to be a sacred cycle and trying to break it is looked down upon, so fae refused it. My other parents refused it since they didn't want to live without her. Em took it since they were afraid of me being without family. I think they might've also taken it so they could safely "experiment with pyrotechnics" as they would put it. Honestly, the number of walls I've had to repair is slightly impressive."

"Is that really something to be impressed by?"

"Is it normal to teach your four year old children how to hack and fight?"

"...Listen, X33N and Kara started it."

"...Sure. Anyway, Em is usually not around since they split their time with Ianite and Dianite since they are dedicated to him and not to her technically, but I don't think he really minds Ianite semi claiming them."

"Ah, I can see that. Seems like you have a nice family."

Twelve years later

I took that photo down a week after Tubbo went missing. Kara had managed to get Jordan out from the tree in the hopes he would go talk to someone. Ianite was visiting me, so he came over to my place and when he saw the photo he just...shut down. I talked to X33N later that day and Jordan had taken down all his family photos. Tubbo's room was locked and he refused to go near it. I can't imagine what Jordan must be feeling, it probably reminds him of his past too much.

Where could Tubbo have gone? Where could all of them gone? Not only can we not detect them but the gods that volunteered to go looking, Eret, Callahan, Foolish, we can't find them either. Who could overpower gods?

...I just hope they're all safe.

Second ending

Twelve years later

I took that photo down a week after Tubbo went missing. Kara had managed to get Jordan out from the tree in the hopes he would go talk to someone. Ianite was visiting me, so he came over to my place and when he saw the photo, he exploded. Enderians are known for being protective of their family, but dragon hybrids are especially protective. Even with his sunglasses, you could see the magic in his eyes and there was a constant stream of dragon's breath coming from his mouth. I talked to X33N later that day and Jordan had taken down all his family photos. He had been destroying things all around the house and they kept repairing his items only for him to destroy them again. I can't imagine what Jordan must be feeling, it probably reminds him of his past too much.

Whoever thought to take the families of gods must think pretty highly of themself. It's not easy to piss a god off, but taking their family will certainly lead to them coming after you, probably for your life. We've already sent some gods to look for the missing people, but we haven't received a response yet nor have we heard from the missing.

...I just hope they're all safe.

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

bones for the bone god!

You can’t have my bones if they don't exist.

[leniiva]

The moment Lucas had stepped into the library a sense of sudden irritation swept over them. It was like they had suddenly stumped their toe against the wall, a sudden flash of pain that was quickly replaced with a puffy panic.

There were a few Karl copies, their name tags showing a bright red number right after the name Karl Jacobs. As of now, 23, 42, 06 and 90 were all accounted for.

They cupped their hands over their mouth, calling out, “I know you’re in here!” Their voice echoed throughout the endless bookcases and it was silent except for the talking of the five Karls. For a second, they thought that they were wrong, that was until a muffled nervous laugh sounded from a nearby shelf.

Lucas scanned it, pupiless eyes trailing up each set of books until a lone hand catches their attention. It was flickering, fading in and out of focus like if the library couldn’t decide if they belonged here or not. It was the familiar hand of a Karl copy.

A groan escaped their lips and they rubbed their forehead, already feeling the beginnings of a headache forming. Lucas hadn’t seen Fagel around. Fagel would have easy to notice with their pale blonde hair against the dark woods of the shelves that always surrounded the two. So that means Lucas was on their own.

“Okay, okay,” they muttered and fixed their hair, “I’m coming, don’t worry Karl!”

A muffled sound was all Lucas got in response.

“I don’t get paid enough for this shit...”

—

Karl Jacob 143 apparently wasn’t the only one stuck. Lucas wasn’t exactly sure how they missed the gleaming red 87 among the books but they did.

87 was stuck in one of the upper shelves, nestled right in between the history books of the hermitcraft’s first civil war and the aftermath. Nestled right there until the world had its usual stutters and crammed the two of them in the books.

143 and 87 were now kneeling on the floor, under the annoyed glare of Lucas. They rubbed their sore hands together, aching from having to both climb up the cases and glitch them out. It took far longer than what Lucas wanted to say.

@interactive-watchers @welcometo-theinfintelibrary

[onthemoon-studio]

Not me adding another WIP to my ever growing pile of tears and regret

Things I am currently writing:

Archetype AU - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30487731/chapters/75183351

Fantasy AU Chat Fic - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30610535/chapters/75514100

Things I'm planning to write:

Fundy fic based on this post - https://onthemoon-studio.tumblr.com/post/649068468003569664

IW Roadtrip fic

c!Moon Angst Series

OSMP Worldbuilding Project

L'Manberg Origin Story; Slightly Altered

Quackity and Schlatt 'What if' Song-Fic (from Beetlejuice the Musical)

DSMP Ensemble meet Clara & Clementine One-Shot.

Dream SMP Next Generation (Exploring Characterization)

Finished stuff:

None

[bubblytarts]

“Bubbly? What are you doing here? I thought you were spending some time getting to know Shady Oaks?” 

Bubbly turned at Moon’s words. She smiled, but there was worry in her eyes. 

“Oh, yes, I just came back to relax for a bit. They’re going through some interesting stories, but it’s not a great environment for thinking.” She paused, then surged ahead with what was troubling her. “Isaac stopped writing to me for a bit.”

Moon blinked. “Oh? Your fisherman pen pal from that other server? He probably just got busy. You know how it is in that server.” 

Bubbly shook her head. “I don't think that’s it. Isaac sent another letter, but it... Feels different. He wrote about Charles, Benjamin, and Cletus, but didn’t even mention Ranbob. It’s not like him to not mention one of his best friends.”

Moon put a hand on Bubbly’s shoulder. “Well, people drift apart sometimes. It happens.”

Bubbly seemed comforted by the statement, and gave a real smile this time. 

“There was one other thing I wanted to bring up. Isaac had a question about something new he read in the history books, and I was surprised to know that I didn’t know the answer. I’ve never written anything like it down in any of my books.” 

Moon cocked their head. “What is it?”

“What’s L’Manburg?”

-

@interactive-watchers

[interactive-watchers]

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

[interactive-watchers]

The Jacket - Professor #)

"Why do you always wear that?"

"Wear what?"

"Your jacket. And what do all of those patches and symbols mean?"

"This jacket was given to me by Ianite when I first became a god. It's enchanted with protection and other things and keeps me at a comfortable temperature. One of those comes in handy more often than the other. As for the patches and symbols, those are more personal. My mother was a Graecian and raised me as one, so I've added the symbols of the gods we worshipped. There's Athena, Hecate, Poseidon, and a few others. I was never as devout as my mother but my parents were some of the only people that believed in me growing up so I wanted to recognize them in some way."

"What about the symbols? I recognize some of them, like that's my father's symbol and I think that one is Phil's."

"Those are the symbols of the people I personally protect. Some of them I've claimed, others I've taken a liking to but they've already been claimed by someone else and usually people aren't claimed by multiple people. Your father I can claim without interfering with his tie to Ianite since he's a champion. I've also claimed your aunt Kara, your uncle X33N and you and Crumb. Jordan asked me to claim you and Crumb when we first met. That's why there's a bee and Crumb's face over here. And then there's some people that have already been claimed but I still watch over like Sapnap, he's the flame. And any gods I'm close with also have a symbol, like Foolish is this totem. And that large one on the back? That's Ianite's, she was the first one on here."

"What happens if one of the symbols get destroyed? Can they be fixed?"

"The only people who can damage this jacket are Ianite and I. There's not way for a symbol to be removed unless we remove it. That way those close to me are always with me and I always know where they are. So if you're ever in trouble, I'll find you."

Nine years later

I lied to him. The symbols can be removed. When someone dies, their symbol shatters and disappears. It's happened a few times, Captain Capsize, Tom the guard, and a few others too painful to recall. If I concentrate, I feel someone's emotions through their symbol. I had just checked on him and his family and they were all fine, but now their symbols are gone. But they didn't shatter, they just faded out. I talked to Ianite and she said she couldn't feel Tubbo anymore. Some of the Gospel Court and Interactive Watchers said they couldn't feel their charges either. Kristen was particularly devastated since she lost her husband, Jordan and Crumb too having lost Tubbo. But Kristen, Foolish and Salem have all confirmed that they are not dead. So where did they go? Who's collecting our friends and family? Who must be brought to justice for their acts?

I wish I could help, but we have no information. Most of the people are still grieving and there's no traces to lead us to them.

...I hope they're all okay.

[interactive-watchers]

The Selection

17 was an important age. If you were 17 at the new year, you went through the Selection where those chosen by the gods to serve them started their journey. Four doors, one for each pathway a person might take.

Most people went unselected, and that was nothing to be ashamed of. The next most common was Mianite, god of order and creation. He selected those who sought to keep order and uphold the law and used them to protect the lands. Dianite, the god of chaos and the Nether, took those with chaotic tendencies and taught them to channel their chaos to achieve the impossible.

And then there was the fourth door. Very few entered this one; most years no one entered it. This was the door that those selected by Ianite, god of balance and justice, went into. She selected those of keen intellect and peaceful nature to help keep peace and balance in the world.

I was born in an underground city near an End Portal, making it a center of magic and innovation. From a young age, I hoped to serve Ianite. I was a kind, peaceful soul, arbitrating disputes and tending to those wounded both physically and emotionally. The main trait people would mention about me was my intellect. I was always asking questions, some deeper than expected for my age. I quickly took to my parents' crafts, preferring music, drawing, painting, jewellery making, baking and cooking, science, engineering, and magic. I knew these traits were often sought in Ianitian followers and believed my chances of being selected were good. Many my age thought this was a foolish dream, as no one had been selected by Ianite in over 100 years from our world. They thought I was trying to get the goddess' attention, acting in a way that would satisfy her and not as I actually were. Few were my friend because of this, and even those friendships were fragile. This only launched me into my studies even more, working with my parents from the age of 11 from everything from setting up the viaduct going to the next town to helping with surgery. My name became well known throughout the area, further alienating me from my peers.

Six years passed and in those years, I traveled the underground cities working with and learning from my parents. By 17, I could fix nearly any machine, create art using many mediums, knew how to heal and cure common aliments, and had the magic experience of a first year general magic student. I loved traveling around, but I knew I would have to return home soon because the new year was approaching. The week before the new year was a time of celebration and anticipation. Those who were Selected came home to visit their families, artists and performers put on shows, and those not working essential jobs were off work. On the new year, the Selection would occur. I had long been performing and creating for the festival and was slightly sad that this may be the last year I participate in this. It was hard for me to be truly upset when the thought of serving Ianite was pervading my mind, however.

In my town, there was fourteen people up for Selection. This was normal for my area, but some cities would have up seventy people. The ceremony starts at noon with the Dedication ceremony. After serving their god for a year, Selected were allowed to choose whether they continued to serve their god or return to their hometown. My father had been selected by Dianite, but had chosen to return since the Nether was too humid and hot for him, being better suited for cold climates. There was also something else, but I could never get xem to tell me. That year, five people dedicated themselves to a god, three to Mianite and two to Dianite. No one decided to return. Then came the Selection. We were led to the door in front of the Selection Room where the doors were located. One at a time we were blindfolded and sent to the room. If a god selected someone, then the god would lead them to their door. If not, they would go through the unselected door and rejoin their family. We entered by last name, so I was the second to last person to enter. While I wasn't one to believe in luck, my mother was and she had made me a runecloth with Ianite's name in Enchanting Table to burn before I entered for good luck. Fae even used the colours of Ianite to make it, so out of love and respect for her, as the person before me entered the room, I burned the runecloth. Then it was my turn. Blindfolded, I entered the room and stopped as directed. It wasn't long before I started moving again and felt a slight gust of wind as I entered my door. I removed their blindfold and…

I'm not allowed to say what happened, but I can say that all the gods had taken an interest in me. Ultimately I decided to serve Ianite, but I worked with the other gods' selected often, so I still did tasks for them occasionally. I served for 200 years before Ianite made me immortal past what was given to the Dedicated, Delta receiving the same from Dianite, whom they had been serving for the same time. During those 200 years, I died twice in her service, once working to cure a plague that decimated the Enderman population in my homeworld, another against a raid of a sacred library. There was also an incident with some Thaumcraft work but we don't talk about that. I had been with Ianite for, 3141 years?, before she made me a god. I shared some aspects with her, but wisdom and healing were specific to me. I would've made Delta my champion, but I was afraid of them getting hurt and they didn't feel balanced enough to take the role.

Perhaps someday I will find my champion, but for now I am content as I am.