#watcher writes

[pocket-watcher]

I feel like we’re ignoring the potential of online forms having a literal SUMBIT button

“Okay! Great, now, you’ll just have to fill out this questionnaire and then we can get started. Remember to be honest with your answers.” The man smiled, a little too wide, gesturing to the computer in front of you.

You nodded. You really needed this job, and if the last hurdle in your way was a simple questionnaire? Well, you’d crush it.

The man, your future employer, stepped away as you began to fill out the questions.

Name. Age. Date of birth. Today’s date.

How did you hear about this job?

A friend of a friend, you wrote. Word of mouth.

Why do you want to work here?

You typed the word money, stifled a snort, before deleting it. This company is up and coming, a place to grow and learn with the company.

Do you work best managing yourself or being managed by others?

Definitely myself, you thought, before typing that you like a mix of both. That’s what employers want to hear, right?

No you don’t. Do you work best managing yourself or being managed by others?

What…? You scrolled to the other questions. They all read the exact same thing:

Do you work best managing yourself or being managed by others?

Creepy. Was someone watching the answers be filled in? You flushed at your fake answer earlier. Had they seen you type that?

Just to be safe, you wrote managed by others in the box. You scrolled to the next question.

It was now a video. How many workplace violations do you see in the above clip?

You breathed a slight sigh of relief at the normalcy of the question, and clicked play. It showed an office interior, with things like messy desks, a guy hitting a printer that wouldn’t work, and screens that were way too bright.

You began to type, watching the video to make sure you didn’t miss anything. Yeah, those screens were ridiculously bright, and the screensavers were sort of distracting. You didn't even glance at the keyboard as you typed out your answers.

Next question: Which of these is the appropriate work uniform?

Obviously not the maid outfit. Man, this was too easy. You clicked the suit and tie.

Incorrect. Which of these is the appropriate work uniform?

You watched as the mouth slowly moved towards the maid outfit. What the hell? You clicked the suit and tie image again. The screen flashed.

Incorrect. Which of these is the appropriate work uniform?

You looked around for the guy who led you in here earlier. Was this a joke? Some sort of prank? The job listing was real, the company was too — you'd researched them before applying.

You clicked on the maid outfit just to see if it would let you move on.

It did.

Good. The word sent a jolt through your spine. It was a pleasant but strange sensation. Click the following that applies to you:

I am a hard worker.

I am well motivated.

I always obey.

I am a good listener.

I want to sink.

The words began to swim in front of your eyes. Hazy. You shook your head, scrolling back up. Had all of the questions been this strange? You couldn't quite remember at this point. You skimmed through them, but it was your answers that made you stop.

Name: Toy.

Why do you want to work here? I want to obey. I want to obey. I want to obey. I want to obey. I want to obey. I want to obey. I want to obey.

How many workplace violations do you see in the above clip? Too many. The toys should be watching the video. They should be in uniform. They should be feeling good. Good toys make more good toys. They sink. They drift. They drop.

Everything was spinning now. You scrolled back down to see you'd answered all the questions.

All that was left to do was SUBMIT.

[watcherwingedcat]

I just remembered something from the movie how to train your dragon while re-reading an old fan fiction I had saved... Wasn't Hiccup from httyd literally dragonhearted? Or dragonkin?

Because I just remembered very clearly his mother Valka telling him he had the soul of a dragon or something like that. Am I making this shit up? Did I dreamed it? Because I think Hiccup from httyd is otherkin. Like, sometimes he would act like a dragon and he and Toothless were literally soulmates, two parts of a whole. I need to rewatch those movies, because it's been a while since I watched them, but... I think the evidence is clear as day.

Aside from his mother telling him he had the heart of a dragon, sometimes he acted like them two. Two examples come to mind: That one scene in the second movie where he was arguing something with Toothless and he started acting very draconic. Uhhh in the second movie in the whole mate-dance scene thingie? Him eating fish in the first movie. He literally gets along better with dragons than with people. I'm pretty sure he could communicate with them too.

He made himself gear to appear more like a dragon. He made himself a dragon armor to look like a nightfury, a very draconic-looking helmet. I think once or twice in the movies he walks on all fours too. He ate raw fish like a dragon, sometimes his night fury and him act alike. He literally makes himself gear to FLY BY HIMSELF. Hiccup teach me to do that, I want it.

I just read the book and in the books he could literally talk to dragons. Tho the book is completely different from the movies.

Anyways, hiccup is dragonkin and him and toothless are soulmates/brothers. You cannot convince me otherwise. Thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[masked-watcher]

Soap: Did you have to stab them?

Ghost: You weren't there. You didn't hear what they said to me.

Soap: What did they say?

Ghost: "What are you going to do, stab me?"

Soap: That's fair.

[pocket-watcher]

prompt uwu

Guy hears about hypno villain, seeks him out and is like “I know what you’re doing” and the villain is like “oh shit oh fuck he knows” but the guy is like “hypnotize me next pls 👉👈” much to the villain’s confusion but he complies and it’s sexy and hot and awesome

Okay, so I am SO sure I’ve read this fanfic before, but I couldn’t find it so if anyone knows the one I mean please send it so I can tag it!!

I hope you enjoy!!

It was always so easy.

Once he’d realised he could simply make any hero forget that they’d ever seen him, scrub his power from all records, get that one nice lady who worked at YouTube to copystrike all the videos of him…

Well, now he was a ghost. A shadow. No one panicked when he walked in. He could whisper in their ear easily, sending them spiralling down deeper under his control, melting into trance as he calmly and collectedly robbed a bank. Or two. Or ten.

Or how about that time he convinced that security guard to simply hand over the Mona Lisa only for it to end up on top of the Empire State Building. Everyone had seen him take it. No one would remember they had, though.

The joys of a hypnotic superpower.

He couldn’t be the only one, though. Mystery crimes popped up every month. No, there were others like him. Ghosts. Pulling the strings without anyone realising.

But, if no one remembered him then how the fuck was the third most well-known hero in the country currently trying to break into his base?!

He could see him, right there, waving his arms about staring right into the well-hidden camera mouthing the words HEY and HELLO over and over again. He also threatened to punch through the wall, and that just wouldn’t do. How did this hero know how to push the villain’s buttons so damn well?!

Against his better judgement, he opened a hidden door in the wall (note to self, remove this entrance) and allowed the man inside.

Stashing a gun into his pocket, just in case, the villain sat in his chair, fingers intertwined, waiting for the hero to approach.

“Ah, and do what do I owe the house visit?” He said, keeping his anxieties under wraps.

The hero stood sternly, silently.

“I do appreciate you giving me the opportunity to save my wall, but, then again, I don’t quite understand what you’re doing here.” The villain continued. He cocked his head, studying the broad spandex-cladded figure in front of him. Why hadn’t he attacked yet?

“I know what you’re doing.” The hero finally spoke.

Shit. Fuck. Motherfucker. No he absolutely did not. That was fucking impossible!

“Oh?” A slight tremble may or may not have made its way into the villain’s voice.

“Yes. You had a run in with a member of my team - she didn’t remember a thing, security footage showed a man who spoke to her and walked right past. She couldn’t even describe what you sounded like.” The hero continued.

The fucking security footage. He’d been on a time crunch, duties in the personal life getting in the way. Typically his commands involved telling the heroes not to bother with security footage - but external factors were… annoying.

The villain grit his teeth.

“Do you really think I couldn’t wipe your mind in an instant? Use you as a footstool for the afternoon, or make you beg like a dog, or maybe just forget you were a hero altogether.” A smug smile and lit up eyes didn’t seem to intimidate the hero.

“…Please.”

What.

“Excuse me?”

“P-please. That’s why I’m here.” The hero stepped closer, a manic laughter bursting from his chest. “What the fuck am I doing?” He shook his head.

The villain blinked, rising from the chair.

“You’re here for me to…”

“Use your powers on me.” The villain didn’t utter a word, and so the hero continued, pacing now. “It’s stupid! I didn’t even know that someone could do something like that, control someone like that - the footage unlocked some - some need in me. She said she’d never felt so wonderful, I had to find you. I had to.”

This guy was crazy, the villain thought. Of course he’d dreamt about using his powers to control the heroes, fully taking over the world with these symbols of peace and justice doing his bidding, but the smaller things interested him more. Leave the high stakes to the high profile villains, he was a shadow after all. But this? A hero asking him to? It was deliciously tempting…

“And how do I know this isn’t a trap?” The villain pondered, getting even closer to the hero now.

“I - this was taken from you.” The hero reached behind him and pulled out - oh, he pulled out a prototype - an amplifier. It could put everyone in a stadium under his power in mere seconds.

This hero was stupid, or reckless, or both. The villain took it back tentatively.

“You’re serious!” The villain cackled. “Oh, this is glorious. You - the only person in the world who knows my powers walked willingly into my lair in the hopes I’d toy with you?”

Deliciously tempting.

He let a small percentage of power seep into his voice. It became more melodic, persuasive, hypnotic.

“Well, that wasn’t very smart now, was it? Because now you’re here, with me, and there’s no one who’s coming to save you.”

The hero’s knees went weak, attention locked on the villain’s eyes. He was even biting his lip.

“Is this what you wanted? Are you falling so easily under my control? That eager for me to bend you to my every whim?”

The hero fell to his knees, a dumb smile forming on his face as the villain stopped reining in his power. The sound of his voice surrounded the hero, seeping deep into his mind until he could barely register where he was.

“I don’t often do kindnesses for humanity. I like to leave that up to you guys, but, I’m feeling rather… charitable today. Caught me in a good mood.” He studied the device - the gift, placing it on the side.

“Just relax. I’ll take very good care of you.”

[pocket-watcher]

I love those posts where it’s like “reblog if you love _______.” Because of course you’re going to reblog.

You love being told what to do, don’t you? It feels so natural to automatically obey.

Go on, reblog this.

You want to do what I say, right?

[pocket-watcher]

Explain to me slowly and meticulously exactly how you put me under.

Tell me exactly what happened. How fast I fell. How easy it was. How good it felt.

Tell me what will happen when you snap your fingers. That I’ll return into that mindless, obedient state you just had me in.

Bring me up just to explain to me how you’ll send me so much deeper next time.

Watch my body sink as I fail to stop you from snapping your fingers.

Watch me drop for you.

[watcherwingedcat]

Being nonhuman as an adult is almost... boring. And that's (kind of) the point. "But why saying that you're nonhuman, it doesn't affect your life, it doesn't change anything!", you may say. "These gen zs and their weird identities, in my times-". And everything that we've heard before. "You're an adult, act like it", yeah, yeah.

I'm not nonhuman because of a "trend". I've known I'm nonhuman for almost a year, now, and nothing has changed. Well, I've picked a few more kintypes along the way, but that's all part of the process. I can tell you right now that if I've known that theriantrophy was a thing five, ten years ago, I would identify as an animal much, much sooner. It's what I am, after all.

I've known I'm asexual since I was thirteen. Why? Because at that age I discovered that it exists. I've known I'm transgender since I was fourteen. Why? Because at that age I discovered that it exists. I've known I'm aromantic since I was twenty. Why? Because at that age I discovered that it exists. Heck, and not just identities either. Books that I like, hobbies that I've pursued, people that I met. That's all part of the process of being (in my case) nonhuman, to discover new things, to be happier, to be free.

It was never because we need identities to define ourselves. Yes, when I was a teen I was obsessed with labels, but that's because I was a teenager and that's what teenagers are. Gen Zs and Gen Alphas label themselves over and over because it's what we've been taught to fit in. Well, turns out my labels are out of the ordinary. And that's okay! I'm not harming anyone, even if it may seem weird, it's who I am.

I'm nonhuman because it's what it feels right. I feel happier with myself, even people in my life have commented it, even though they don't even know I'm nonhuman. Yes, it's unusual, but it doesn't harm me! Just like being alive doesn't harm me! It helps me see and perceive the world in a way that I've never felt before. I go more on walks, because dogs need walks! I take more naps, because cats need their rest! I'm more observant and patient because Watchers supervise their worlds! Dogs are optimistic, Watchers are smarter, cats are more elegant than me. But I'm those species, so I am those things too! It's amazing!

I'm me!

[pocket-watcher]

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Your friend said cheerily.

“I don’t know…”

You’d (begrudgingly) agreed to go to a hypnosis show with them. Something about an owe'd favour. You rolled your eyes, fidgeting nervously. Unknown to them, however, you have a pretty big secret which will make the whole experience very awkward…

You have a particular reaction to hypnosis.

You’d found your seats and you’d prayed you were far enough from the stage neither of you would be called up for audience participation. You'd turned off your phone and fidgeted until the lights dimmed.

“Welcome, welcome! I am the Alluring Alessandra. But you may all call me your new Mistress…”

People whooped and cheered and the beautiful woman on stage. The hypnotist.

You squeezed your thighs together.

Having a… special interest in hypnosis, your body reacted before your brain had even fully registered her words.

You peered over at your friend, who was watching the stage, none the wiser.

How were you supposed to sit here for an hour and a half and act normal?!

“What a beautiful audience I have today. So many gorgeous faces. Handsome, too.” She winked at someone in the second row. “But what I love more that all of your looks is your heart. Who here is brave enough to help me with my show tonight?”

Cheers rang out once more. You clapped politely.

Hands shot into the air. You shrank into your seat...

Unlike the friend next to you.

“What are you doing?!” You hissed.

“I’m volunteering! What? It’s half the fun!” They said, hand in the air.

You fidgeted awkwardly again, praying that she wouldn't -

“You! Yes, you! There!”

Crap. The spotlight captured your friend, partially on you as well.

They beamed, standing up to cheers, squeezing past you into the aisle and up towards the stage.

“Everyone give it up for our lovely volunteer.”

They waved and cheered, moving to shake the hypnotist’s hand. But, as they did, the hypnotist pulled them forward, snapping their fingers.

“Sleep.” The hypnotist commanded.

They dropped immediately.

Head forward, hair over their closed eyes, posture hunched over.

You shifted in your seat again.

“Wonderful. You’re drifting down, down, down. Pulled into trance. I’m going to snap my fingers again, and you will do whatever I say whilst feeling wide awake, without hesitation of course. Understood?”

A sleepy and slow nod from them.

“Very good, and three, two, one.”

SNAP.

They shot upwards, smiling and waving to the audience once more.

Around you, people cheered.

“Now, my dear, I’d like you to jump up and down.”

They jumped, looking confused.

“Oh no, keep going.”

There was laughter. You bit your lip.

“And stop,” they commanded. Your friend laughed nervously.

“That was… intense.” They said, breathlessly.

“Wasn’t it just? But when you obey it feels good.”

Their eyes fluttered, and you could feel yourself blushing.

"Go on. Say that it feels good."

"It felt so good." They slapped a hand over their mouth, embarrassed. The robotic, mindless tone of their voice was a memory you very much wanted to forget, but you knew it would replay in your mind over and over and over again.

"Everyone give them a big round of applause!" Mistress - the hypnotist, you corrected your horny brain, cheered as your friend slumped back into the seat next to you, dazed.

You covered your face a little.

"...That was kinda hot." Your friend murmured, still dazed. "Do you think thats a thing? Like a fetish for hypnosis?"

You shook your head and let out a squeak.

"And now, on with the show!"