#Watson TFTSMP

[roenais]

this was way more relaxing than i thought itd be and im definitely gonna do more tbh! also i randomized the suggestions i got which is why this is... such an odd mixture of characters and people sksmfem

[justalads]

@relaxxattack did someone say smau!knifetrick

[radioactive-mouse]

my two faves from this episode, unsurprisingly

[summerspectre]

If you are Knifetrick!Watson, please DNI 🥰

aka have some knifetrick fanart i did lmaoo

@relaxxattack :)

[catzgam3rz]

Watson was the best part of todays Tales from the SMP so of course I needed to draw him :D

(He's got quite a few references to my Philza design who played him, and I have him a staff & headwings because he deserves them U-U)

[philza-minecraft-but-everywhere]

[relaxxattack]

quick doodle of those guys

[amintyworld]

Hey, so I haven’t read Knifetrick…

But ever since chapter six came out I think I’m starting to get a grasp on the characters here, so this is a “here’s what I know from just the fandom/tumblr tag” post since I haven’t seen a fanfic get this big since Passerine-

EDIT: I have been informed of pronouns and changed accordingly. Thanks @transmono!(won’t let me tag-)

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First up, we got: RAN!

- Endy guy from that one episode from TFTSMP who was hella sus the whole time but apparently this time he’s not

- Highly protected by the fandom (they have found their little meow meow /lh)

- f..furry baby… (he looks so cute in the fanart-)

- has a golden arm (did the original skin have a golden arm??? I dunno-)

- Green *BLOOHES* (blushes) vv pog

- Local Enderman finds out he’s gay, more at 11

- For a assassin he dresses really nice

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Second: JACKIE!!

- The character from that TFTSMP episode I was legitimately rooting for next to 💕Watson my beloved💕. I think he was drinking with Jack Manifold??? (I forget his characters name-)

- Goggles my beloved

- No indication of him being a assassin except in text posts, maybe he’s in retirement or something…?

- Dang this boy was so sweet that instead of using his assassin skills himself, he has friends as his bodyguards.

- Why does he strike me as a hopeless romantic???

- Also dang boy is freaking S M A R T.

-All in all, 10/10, would kin again

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Next we got: WATSON!!!

- 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰… H E… 💕

- *cough cough* ANYway… protective best friend POG!

- Would love to see more fanart of him, honestly…

- I don’t know what he did but damn I haven’t seen a fandom this mad since c!Techno killed c!Tubbo at the Red Festival-

- Mans just wants to protect Bee Boy

- *from the Paintball Tommy Vlog* “You leave Bee Boy Alone-!”

- Honestly I’m surprised THIS GUY isn’t a assassin.

- I think he may have done a murder from the memes I’ve seen… WHY isn’t he a assassin?! /lh

- Overprotective DAD mode activated (vv much King Triton vibes from Ariel)

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Finally… The Inniter Character!! (I still don’t know his name-)

- Furry I think???

- Chaotic Furry???

- I don���t know what animal they are and at this point I’m too afraid to ask-

- What do they do again?? /lh

- They look more like a goat hybrid than c!tubbo or c!Schlatt ever did LMAO-!

- why do I want them to be BFFs with Ran?

- They seem too suspiciously chill for a Tommy character XD

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Anyway hope I did okay (probably didn’t)! Even though I haven’t read Knkfetrick yet doesn’t mean you shouldn’t!!! Check it out if you have time (it’s on AO3 here.) and send the author @relaxxattack a bunch of love for their hard work. :D - Minty

[the-phantom-ender]

S. So. I reblogged this post earlier. And. And I wanted to see a fic for it.

But, uh... I'm very impatient. So I wrote it myself.

LISTEN. LISTEN. I KNOW I HAVE REQUESTS TO BE WORKING ON. HOWEVER, CONSIDER: PHILZA MINECRAFT.

Watson Phillips. That was the name he was going by at this point. He had his wings, practically useless by now, binded and pinned to his back. You could hardly see the bump left by them under the layers of clothing. It was uncomfortable, sure, but not bad. The ruler of this land was a Piglin, he couldn’t help but be reminded of… an old friend.

He sighed, waiting quietly for the event to start. And it did! Oh it did. He didn’t get much of a view of things when the first two gladiators went up to bat, being much to caught up in aiming the bow in his hands, quiver strapped over his shoulder. All he knew was that one of them, Lagius was it, lost miserably. Not that he would judge much, really.

He only really came to be aware of what was happening when he was approached. And… then he saw a very, very familiar face. Watson almost froze where he stood, but covered his tracks with grace, saying he was more or less just focused on target practice. It was a lie, but not an unbelievable one. He rolled his shoulders, back aching.

The cameraman was Karl Jacobs.

There was absolutely no doubt in his mind. For one, his clothing was absolutely not time appropriate. The brightly coloured spiral hoodie did not fly anymore, no sir. For two: Watson knew what reincarnation looked like. This was the same face. This was different.

He decided that when this was over, he would get a chance to talk to Karl.

Watson lost his fight. He kind of threw it, in fairness. The other guy was drunk off his ass and he felt a little guilty fighting him. Also the zero gravity ruining his shot did him in a little. He was deadly on target with a bow, but if a person could easily side step because of how slowly it moved, there was really no point.

After that, he was content just… standing around. He got a little drunk at one point, but he sobered up quick enough that it may well have never happened. It was nice getting to know the rest of the people around, they all seemed alright enough.

Then he spoke to the Ran fellow. An enderman, surely, through and through. Had the same genetic mutation as… someone he used to know. Made the eyes green. Not very common, but not terribly uncommon, either. They carried themselves like anyone could come at them at any time. And considering everything going on, he might have been right with the caution.

“So… Ran, was it? Enderman name.”

He perked up, ears flicking slightly,” Yes. It’s common. You’re... versed in the culture?” “Eh,” Watson shrugged,” I’ve been taught some things by some old friends. Know a little of the language. I’m a little rusty, though.”

The two of them stuck by each other through a lot of the rest of the tournament. Warbling occasionally in a language others didn’t understand. Though Ran did comment, at one point, that the way he spoke it was very outdated. All he did was shrug and say that the guy who taught him might have thought it was funny. That seemed to be enough of that.

At the end, Ran managed to yank both of them out of the lava, keeping both from a rather unsavory death by fire. They stood behind a pillar, listening to chaos erupt around them. Jackie had won. And he was directed to… kill the cameraman. Oh no, absolutely fucking not.

Watson nudged Ran,” Hey, mate, when the kid goes to deal the killing blow to the camera man, is there any way you can just… blip over there and make sure he doesn’t actually die?”

“... Yeah, I can manage that.”

Ran delivered on his word, too. Before Watson knew it, Karl was behind the pillar with them and no one was the wiser. He lurched up, bewildered, clearly expecting to be anywhere but there.

“...What the honk?”

There it was.

“Ran, mate, if you don’t mind. I’d like to have a private word with him.” A shrug,” Alright. I have some… business to attend to, anyways.” A slight salute, and then he was gone.

Karl had tried to slink away, but Watson firmly grabbed his arm and forced him to stay. He threw a cloak over the man’s shoulders and snuck them out with the crowd. To his credit, he didn’t complain. It was… almost uncomfortable how resigned he was to this, honestly. Eventually, Watson tugged Karl around a corner and out of sight.

“How are you here, Karl Jacobs?”

“What?”

“Don’t play stupid, mate.”

“H-how…” Karl blinked, moving to hold his head,” How do you know who I- have I met you? My memory, um, it isn’t… the greatest. So. If I’m forgetting you, I’m sorry-”

“I, gah, do I really have to spell this out for you?”

“... Yeees.”

“I swear to gods if this is just because I binded my fuckin’ wings…” Watson sighed.

It wasn’t like he could just… take off the binding. He’d pinned them down pretty damn well, it’d take a while to unwrap things. Still, he supposed those were the most defining features about him. Unless… did he still keep that thing in his bag? It was old and busted by now, but he’d replaced it more than once already and didn’t wanna do it again.

He opened his satchel, rustling around for a few moments. A small smile grew on his face as he saw the edge of the green and white rim. With a flourish, Watson pulled out the bucket hat and placed it on his head. It fit better when his hair was longer. Waving his hands, jazz hands, he whispered out a little ‘ta-da!’

“PHILZA MIN-”

“SHHHH!” Watson hissed, shoving a hand over Karl’s mouth,” Not so fuckin’ loud, mate.”

A beat.

“Yeah, though. You died. A very long time ago. How the fuck are you… here, Karl?”

“Uh…” Karl’s eyes darted around,” Would you… believe me if I said that I’m, uh, I’m on… business.”

[p-ogman]

6 Dream Smp chara doodles :D

[a-certain-serpent]

[knifetrick-actual-correct-quotes]

Jackie: I can’t wait for Ran to show me their home *swoons*

Tasmin and Watson:

Watson: I’m gonna tell him-

Tasmin: don’t you dare.

[justalads]

oop i made some more--

@relaxxattack

[softnoblade]

Can you hear the drumming?

ch 1 ♔ check out the full thing on ao3

Watson had, of course, known exactly what he was getting into with this fight. He’d known it would be likely he’d lose, that other people with pvp-oriented skills would be joining the Games. He hadn’t, however, quite realised that he’d be knocked out in the first round by an alcoholic who could barely stand straight, let alone fight properly. Which is what led him to here — three pints of beer deep, sitting at a table in the hypogeum with the roars of Zombified Hoglins and the echo of a half-screamed argument ringing in his ears. His wings ruffle with every sound, puffing up under his coat. He struggles to keep them down, even as each sound grates, harsh and near-constant.

A chair scrapes next to him, pulling him out of his thoughts as another contestant takes a seat, reaching onto the table for a pint. Whoever's come to sit with him is quiet after that, even as they reach across the table to take a drink. Watson can appreciate that, appreciate the silent camaraderie as he sits, dwelling in his loss and his drink.

[catzgam3rz]

Watson is the Schrödinger's Philza of TFTSMP. He’s thought to be both Philza and not Philza at the same time, but won’t be confirmed to be either Philza or not Philza until Phil sets up an email service where he sends out lore bits like he’s an old man throwing bread bits into a pond of hungry ducks.

KSDLJSLKDJFLKJL ANON THAT LAST PART IS SO FUCKING FUNNY??

Personally I’m functioning on both I am going to be drawing ideas with both theories I think because both of them are so fucking funny??

Even in the Watson is separate I personally operate with Philza still BEING at “The Pit” Because of that audience member that had his skin lmao (Who apparently Karl complimented at some point?)

[radioactive-mouse]

ok i’m gonna say it: watson is just what everyone expected phil to be before he joined the smp