#inthelittewood lore

[collourcrow99]

Oke normy i dont do this but i got a theary about secret live and the live siries (also whit the inthelittlewoods watcher stuf

ALSO SPOILERS FOR SECRET LIVE

Also srry for the typos i got dislexia and am sleep deprived at the same time (dont worry i wil sleep now)

So the secret chaimber has a EVO smp sign in it

And it also looks like a phase

Witch woud mean that it is a watcher

Now i think that the watchers want to make grian feel uncomfortable becous he is the only "good" watcher

I also think that it whas wierd that grians first secret task is to make poeple not leaf at his jokes

This is important becous grian is the only watcher that doesnt want to feed from poeple feeling stressed/scared (maybe the watchers are trying to force grian to hafe no other choices)

[lyrikourai]

Martyn, except he’s indeed very little. Look at him bouncing around, definitely no nefarious lore in his head, nu-uh

[matteosilly]

I've earned myself a reputation // That my bark is much worse than my bite // But I keep snapping at Goliath's hands // With all of my tiny might There are no stones at my disposal // There's no God to award me a crown // But I am always swinging at // Somebody I can't knock down All of the fire I've swallowed // All of the sparks that went dark in my gut // I am always burning up Dress me in red and throw your roses // And I'll wrangle the beast with words // It's a graceless dance of epithets // We learn to make somewhat hurt They will consume your sweet resistance // And they'll carry your heart in their teeth // But I am always feeding them // The ugliest parts of me All of the words I've swallowed // All of the sharp things // I've kept in my mouth // I am always bleeding out

[emberdusk620]

"There are those who watch. We are those who listen."

[the-eris-mc]

Our task in English today was creative writing so with The Crane Wives in my ears and The Life Series being my every thought I made this

(Jimmy waking up from dying in Limited Life)

THE CANARY CALL

A chill shot down his spine, a sudden gasp for breath as if he was pulled from the shadowed pit of death. The air was thick and cold. He awoke in a dark place, completely empty or so he thought. He knew it had happened again, oddly the faint light that did barely illuminate the space he had wound up in was not white, yellow nor orange but purple. a faint violet hue that seemed to come from nowhere. The silence was deafening, cut by only his desperate breathing. He dared not move, an eerie presence grew toward him and he could sense it. Paralysed by the ghoulish presence, his breathing grew faster by the second. The vague hue in the seemingly endless void turned to a warm yellow as the silence was pierced by a distant and warbled sound, the call of a canary.

The space flashed the purple colour once again as a gravely, celestial voice boomed ‘Our will be done!’. The floor beneath him seemed to give way although there was not a noise or debris or no evidence of a floor whatsoever he simply began to fall. Typically he would let out an immense anguished yell as he tumbled into the abyss below, however he knew this place all too well.

Flashes of his lives filled his vision: a warm-hearted man of teal hair and deep sea-blue eyes, clutching a poppy close to his chest while tears streamed down his face; Four rather striking young men, on the left a taller, scrawnier gentleman with a once neat moustache, short black hair and beady black eyes filled with rage and fear on his wrist a modern gauntlet of sorts, on his left a shorter young man with blonder hair, wings for ears, tall dark eyes and a crimson jumper he held a sword in front of him and a sense of guilt in his eyes, next to him a plumper man of average height stood with nothing but kindness in his eyes, the last man was more obscured than the rest he stood in a robe the same hue as the light in the void he fell from; Next a kindred soul with bright flames for hair, and bug-like vermillion eyes, pointed ears and a blue neckerchief proudly worn, his face washed with sorrow and rage then, like the others he was gone.

A short while passed until the next visage appeared: Two rebellious young fellas, one all to familiar with his winged ears, crimson jumper and tall dark eyes this time he also wore a studded leather jacket and a pair of sunglasses, the other a funny soul also adorned in studded leather and a pair sunglasses, he had a longer darker head of hair with a glowing red stripe down the right side of his fringe and two antenna poking out of his locks. Both of them sitting on the edge of a bride laden with wheat

All of these, his friends, his fallen comrades, allies lost to the abyss. He grew weary and began to drift in a slumber until the next time he would awake in a brand new world.

[aestheticallynotdeerlightful]

ME MAKING ACCIDENTAL COINCIDENCES THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN BUT SHOW UP IN MY BRAIN FOR NO REASON

This is a joke btw- just like the Irene thing- please don’t get mad at me. Don’t take this seriously.

Okay Dsmp fans- the Inbetween is a sus place. Big ol castle in the sky. All white and monochrome. And subtle purple undertones. And plus- the swirley pattern of Karl

You know what else is monochrome and has a swirley pattern?

THE LISTENERS SYMBOL FROM THE EVOLUTION SMP. Apparently the canon design of them is this. found on nameMc under the name TheListeners. Whereas the watchers go by the name WeTheWatchers.

See- swirley pattern. They were first heard of in Inthelittewoods Minecraft evolution smp episode 61. Very little known is known about the listeners. Unlike the Watcher lore we get from the other evolutionists, such as Grian.

ITS ALL MERELY COINCIDENCE OKAY- THIS IS VERY VERY UNLIKELY. but people COMPARE THE INBETWEEN TO THE IRENE DIMENSION SO FIGHT ME! Let me have THIS.

SHOULD I TAG THIS WITH GRIAN??? IDK