#listener jimmy

[hybbart]

For the swap, may I ask for a watcher!Tango? Mayhaps with a listener!Jimmy, a starcrossed and forbidden duo?

Well, I already have a watcher Tango design conveniently!!

What are you supposed to do when the person you don't want to lose is the one who cursed you to lose everything in the first place, anyways? Probably just yandere harder.

[fiwr4u]

the sillies (omnipotent beings)

[neptunalyin]

Unexpected (haunting) Guardian Angel 😇

(AKA i really liked jimmy and grian's new secret life episodes)

[solidailyty]

[Day 102]

It's one of my worst doodles, but it's cute. Fwhip cuddling with the weird ass winged monster. It's totally normal and sane

[enderwoah]

fresh new watcher/listener headcanon: they do better when the opposite sense is completely taken out of the picture

like u give a watcher noise-cancelling headphones and suddenly they gain a +14 to perception, they see Every Detail and can see up to like a billion miles away from where they're standing, everything that makes up everything down to the molecule if they squint, in a fight they're so good at tracking how their opponent swings and makes the smallest, most minute of eye movements that it basically looks like they're predicting their opponent's movements just from analysing what they're already doing down to an insane degree. all you gotta do to make a listener unable to hear you is, well, not talk. that aint gonna work here. you're communicating through body language and overly-expressive looks? the watchers read it like its (very literally) its own language. reading lips is a breeze. passing notes in the back of the class ain't gonna work here.

on the other hand, give a listener a blindfold and they become acutely aware of the Exact BPM of Everyone Within A Billion Mile Radius. watchers, when they are not using their ability to literally see everything everywhere all at once, can be hidden from. you plant yourself behind a big enough tree and you're damn near invisible. hiding from a listener in this state is impossible. both literally and figuratively- give a listener a blindfold and make 'em interrogate someone, they're able to hear every vocal inflection, every hesitation, every cutoff, and will probably instantly know whether youre lying or not. their fighting style becomes completely reactive- with a fast enough reaction time (and lets be real theyre mildly immortal pseudo-gods, their reaction time is fast enough) they can hear the sound of an arrow cutting through the air and dodge it without even looking. they can catch blades on their own weapons and are the master of side-stepping out of the way when someone tries to stab them from behind like the cool kids they are

i feel like if you pitted them in a fight against each other, they'd be insufferable to one another but absolutely enthralling to watch from the outside. i'd like to think that watchers are very formal, since they have that whole lawful evil type nonsense going on, so the way they fight is very by-the-books, won't break rules, fights like they're being scored type beat. on the other hand, listeners are, again, purely reactive. they are impulse-driven chaos mongerers, and thus they fight dirty. below the belt? low-hanging fruit? sounds good to them. they'd go for an easy shot in the Nether region, if you know what i mean (jimmy and grian are exceptions; they purposely act the opposite of what they're meant to because they're sort of just Like That tbh)

but yeah, they'd be SO annoying to one another. the watcher keeps having to parry the listener's bs blows (which annoys the listener to no end because the POINT of those shots is that you DON'T SEE THEM COMING!!), keeps trying to land hits but is evaded at the exact last second, probably on purpose just to make the watcher mad. like, the listener hears the sword coming at them from a mile away but doesn't dodge until the last possible moment just so the watcher can see how small a distance they missed by. but then the listener tries to make shots of their own and they're blocked halfway through the swing. the listener barely even comes close to hitting them because the watcher is predicting the damn future or something stupid like that, making it impossible for them to do anything unless they move like an absolute maniac so the watcher can't predict them. similarly, the only way the watcher can land anything is by exclusively using fake-outs, which just feels wrong.

honestly, i'm imagining a spar between martyn and pearl like this. they're so silly i think they would lightheartedly get on each other's nerves in this way until the fight is abruptly ended by pearl kicking martyn in the nether because yes, she fights by the rules, and it was a spar with no rules so. hey. fair game.

[theoccasionalhyperfixation]

Guys help I’m so lost I thought Watchers were a fanfic trope/headcannon

[evolutiononthebrain]

the eyes thing (it’s hot, right?)

It’s odd Tango even notices; to be honest, he doesn’t pay much attention to Grian’s eyes. He knows the basics of Grian’s eyes - so dark they’re almost black, but sometimes in the right lighting they look uncomfortably bright and purple, for some reason.

But Tango himself has bright, fiery red eyes that Jimmy has said look like they have flames dancing in them, so who is he to judge?

And like he said, he doesn’t pay much attention to Grian’s eyes, anyway. But he’s bored, aimlessly looking around trying to find something to catch his attention. And Grian is the first thing to capture it.

He’s sitting on the branch of a tree; it seems that you can take the wings off the avian, but you couldn’t quite get rid of the instincts. He’d climbed it about an hour ago, and now that Tango was really paying attention, it looked like he’d become a statue.

He hadn’t moved in the hour Tango had been lazing around his base. Tango followed his line of sight, which looked to be the only thing that wasn’t frozen still. His eyes jumped every so often, flicking from left to center to left and then all the way to the right.

Glancing about to see what Grian could be so lazer-focused on, Tango quickly came to the, in retrospect, rather obvious realization that Grian had been staring at Scar. The man, dressed in a zookeeper’s finest, was tending to the Jellies, feeding them bamboo and affectionately rubbing their bellies.

It would’ve made for a, sickeningly, sweet and relatively domestic scene. A man watching his lover tend to his pets, in a general sense a rather cute picture to imagine. But the closer Tango inspected, the more he saw the flaws of the photo.

Grian was staring, watching, yes… But he never turned his head, didn’t twitch a muscle. His mouth wasn’t in a sweet, fond grin, it was a flat, straight line that didn’t portray a hint of emotion. He wasn’t comfortably leaned up against a wall, or the tree, with his arms crossed and eyes half-lidded to avoid burning them in the sun; he was perched like a stone gargoyle on a branch, dark eyes open wide and watching, never once blinking.

The more Tango noticed, the more uncomfortable he became. He cleared his throat, unintentionally interrupting Scar’s adoring cooing to his Jellies. Scar looked up, but Grian didn’t even flinch. If his eyes weren’t moving so perfectly to follow Scar’s every movement, Tango could’ve maybe been convinced he was just asleep.

“You alright, Tango?”

Tango hesitantly looked over at Scar, nodding. “Yeah, I’m good. Think I’m gonna head out, though.” He said, slowly moving up from his spot relaxing in the grass, against the wall of the Jellie enclosure.

“Oh!” Scar said, nodding, “Sure, let me walk you out.” He put away the bamboo, that he still somehow had more of, into his inventory and dusted off his clothes.

He turned to Grian, still unflinchingly watching from the tree. “I’ll be right back, Gri.” Scar said loudly, though it was unlikely Grian wouldn’t have heard, only being a few feet away.

But Scar didn’t turn around. Not for an entire minute, until Grian slowly seemed to wake up from whatever trance he’d been in. “…okay.” He said haltingly, blinking slowly.

With a satisfied nod, Scar finally turned around and started walking toward Tango. Tango quickly let himself be taken through the gate of the Jellie enclosure and to the edge of their plot of land.

He paused, unable to help himself. “Did you see what Grian was doing back there?” Tango asked, “Staring at you? He wasn’t even blinking.” He said. He resisted the urge to shudder; it probably wasn’t polite to shiver with fear about your friend’s, probably harmless, soulmate.

Scar hummed, nodding. A small grin overtook his face. “I know,” He said, almost dreamy, “It’s so hot. He watches me like a hawk.” Scar said.

It’s a fitting analogy, although Tango is certain Scar is thinking that the idea of a hawk stalking its prey before hunting and killing it is a lot sexier than Tango is. He nodded slowly, “Sure, man.” He said, blinking, dumbfounded, at the man before him.

“Well, have a safe trip home, Tango!” Scar said, waving a bit as he rushes back to the safety of their cake-looking base and the Jellie enclosure, back to the watchful, stalking gaze of his owl-hawk soulmate.

Trying to remind himself that he shouldn’t be surprised by Grian’s behavior, or Scar’s… less than normal reaction, Tango started walking back home to his ranch, to see his perfectly normal rancher.

//i genuinely might write a full-fledged fanfic about this idea cuz i think its So interesting and i love the implications (+ Listener! Jimmy with this idea?? UGH!! i love it!)

also i have my own watcher & listener headcanons and ‘lore’ so if ur confused about smth just lmk and i’ll try to clear things up!//

[quaranmine]

what if jimmy's curse is less of an omen of death/the watchers hating him thing and more of "the listeners doing whatever they can to remove him from the game quicker since he's one of their operatives and is in danger" thing

[resurrectedcrowgod]

Look at them, watching and listening and joel-ing

[ndn-craft]

You know how when you take a picture of radioactive things it comes out grainy or it has those little light flashes things

Watchers and Listeners but they’re a pain to photograph and it comes out like that

[hybbart]

I swear Jimmy is gonna start hunting all these mean anons and give them all that disappointed pta mom talking too.

Hey, uh- Hey I think he's starting to get a bit angy guys-

[kora-kat]

Listener Jimmy still being a wet cat

[fiwr4u]

wow watcher and listener designs? in this timeline? /j

[thoughtsofananon]

"Someone really good at listening."

"What? There's no one like that on the server. ."

[captain-writes]

Scared and Safe

It wasn’t uncommon for the life games to include some kind of pause or general cease fire for the mental health of the Players. Especially with the way that Limited Life centered on time, it was important to remember to take a breath and feel safe for a while.

Still, Scott definitely wasn’t expecting that he and Martyn would get a frantic visitor to the Coral Isles during the break. When Jimmy came dashing out of the tree, Scott’s first reaction was to check for what mobs were after the poor man. Finding none, he became incredibly confused.

“Martyn, we have a visitor,” he alerted the other man, causing him to pop out from the storage area they had created.

“Timmy? What?” It was as the words came out of Martyn’s mouth that both Mean Gills realized that Jimmy was not only terrified of something but crying as well. With it being a break, they were quickly growing concerned for whatever the cause had been.

“Martyn? Scott?” Jimmy’s voice sounded confused, as though he hadn’t known where he was going. He hesitated for a moment before approaching a bit more.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Scott asked gently, not wanting to frighten his husband any further.

“It’s just so loud. They’re so loud, needed my Property Police,” Jimmy responded, shoulders hunched in as one hand came up to cradle an ear.

Martyn nearly swore under his breath, immediately going to reach out, “Loud? Oh Jimmy, you can hear them too? It’s okay, come here, we’ve got you.”

Scott simply grew more confused at the disjointed conversation, watching as his current partner practically cradled Scott’s still distressed husband to his chest, “Too? What’s going on?”

“Did Jimmy ever explain the Listeners to you?”

Scott’s brow furrowed, “A bit, once. Oh, is he hearing them and the Watchers right now?”

“Yeah. Do we have extra space? Or a spare bed? I don’t want to send him back to the mansion tonight, especially on his own,” Martyn admitted as he looked down at the, now much calmer, visage of Jimmy, who had gone from terrified to tired.

“Sure, an extra bed shouldn’t be too hard. Jimmy? Are you okay staying here tonight?”

The exhausted man hummed a positive note, his words clearly slurring with his tired mind, “Mhm, safe here. Safe with my Martyn and my Petal.”

The Mean Gills exchanged wide-eyed glances as they registered Jimmy’s words, realizing that the man had fully slipped into sleep after uttering them. Between them, they managed to settle all three of them across a few beds that they pulled together, keeping Jimmy secure in between them as they slipped off to sleep.

The next morning, a few messages hit the server-wide chat:

Grian: Does anyone know where Jimmy went? Grian: He didn’t come back to the mansion last night. Joel doesn’t know either. Smajor: We have him. We might need a longer game pause.

[femache]

little listener by the birdbath...