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[b4kuch1n]

Hello! Honoring the call for a global strike, from now (24/01/2024) until the end of this week (6AM Monday 29/01/2024, Hanoi/Jakarta time (GMT+7)) I am offering one full-body sketch of any character you want for every e-sim you donate.

All you need to do is:

go to gazaesims.com

follow the instruction there and donate an e-sim of any plan

screenshot the confirmation of your purchase and donation

send the screenshots to me via either email (b4kuch1n@gmail.com) or Tumblr DM, along with the character you want a sketch of and any references you have on hand.

Standard commission/request guideline applied. I'll run streams in the next four days (and perhaps after as well) on Youtube doing these sketches live - those will be announced on this blog as they happen.

I'm not currently affiliated with the Cartoonist Cooperative or any other artists doing the same drive, but if my art's not what you're looking for, definitely give the Coop's site as well as the e-sim tag on Tumblr a look! And if you're not looking for sketch commissions from me or art commission in general at the moment, I encourage you to donate an e-sim anyway if possible.

Thank you for your work and support - I can't wait to draw your character!

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🚦 Life Series Season Five Predictions:

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Here they are! All the predictions for the next life series I've received over the past few weeks!

I was going to organize them by "level of seriousness," but it didn't feel right on a very un-serious blog, so instead they're sorted by user vs anon, in case you want to find yours easier :)

Let's see who gets the closest... 👀👀

User Submissions:

Anon Submissions:

And lastly... I- didn't know what to do with myself after this one:

... it speaks for itself.

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And there we go!

Happy new life series everyone, and may the dodgeball be ever in your favor!~

[rakkuntoast]

really hoping for the last debate to let the international members to be able to talk in their mother language cuz admit it or not, its a HUGE handicap that they're not able to get themselves across as they'd like to cuz of the language barrier. they're trying their best and im glad the team is working to better the translator but my god, even if its more convenient for them to talk english its def affecting some of the candidates

this is mostly directed @ insaneduo cuz holy shit im so tired of people that keep missinterpreting them, they wont start a dictatorship go and actually watch their povs

[acutecoral]

As a plural person, the whole thing with the possibility of Cell being like another consciousness in Cellbit, being unleashed and killing workers, being something to suppress and fight against and such...well it's a thing that bothers me, I guess?

Cellbit is trying to be a good person. A better person. Sure he is angry at the Federation, he wants to take them down and see them burn, he want them to fail, but he didn’t want to fight the last time we saw him. He just wanted to rest and get his family back. And now all these murders are happening making it seem like he did it, or Cell did without Cellbit being conscious of it.

Like for other people they can just say it’s a classic horror trope and leave it at that. Fun thing, mystery ramping up, reveal the true culprit is you but not exactly, maybe eventual battle in the centre of the mind. Not really reinventing the wheel here.

I don't really know if the admins or cc!Cellbit himself is aware how harmful the trope can be to people that experience that sort of thing, living with multiple consciousnesses in one body is already hard enough at times...so I don't really want to lean into the interpretation that it is Cell acting out the killings. But then again, it's just another drop in the bucket if it is.

I dunno...just thoughts from a plural person

[vermillioncrown]

ands snippet: fast and furious

Summary: Vivienne delivers on a promise and expected only the self-satisfaction of a “job well done.” His Dark Grace decides otherwise.

or tldr: the batmobile's first, official iteration gets its christening 😏 (making out + some d/s vibes) this is a write up of this post on how bruce (the batman, really) and vivienne "get together," originally written to entertain @rozaceous (and here's the link to the og concept) the gist is that it's pre-NYE party debacle, ros and vi are practically u-haul lesbians but it's no one's business (not even their authors') how involved they are with each other, and ros and bruce have not resolved their UST yet.

“—and there might be tolerance issues with the panels, but they should be resolved by next month.” Neel Singh, the Experimental Manufacturing lead, concludes his briefing and falls half a pace back.

“We’re not racing the clock, Neel.” Vivienne jots down her thoughts in her notepad, and adds, “The winter holidays are coming up. I don’t expect anything more until February, the earliest.”

“Y-Yes, of course.” After pressing him for continuous updates for the past few months, of course he’d feel discombobulated by the sudden release of the gas pedal, so to speak. Neel pulls out his phone to type a message. “Should I call anyone else to show you around, Vivienne? Someone from Facilities for the test track?”

Vivienne looks up and out past the glass, into the indoor test track where the subject of their discussion sits parked. All aerodynamic sleekness and curves, the diffused polish of a practical matte black coating, and the intuitive physical sense of power and nimbleness in its form…

Now that—that is her son, midwifed by the hardworking and circumspect members of her handpicked team.

A thought comes to mind. “We’re dealing with carbon fiber, yes? RTM process?”

Neel nods warily. “The team assessed it to be the best fit for purpose…”

“Let me see the molds. And I may have some thoughts on the trickier shapes.” At this point, it’s better to do things right than to play coy with knowledge. There aren’t any patents on the line, or papers to publish.

Bless Neel—he’s not the most inspirational team lead out there, but the man can get things done, keeps track of his flock, and does not put them in the line of fire if he can help it. It takes the entire hallway’s length to convince him that no, Vivienne isn’t here to take heads and draw blood. And yes, she does have some experience with composites. Thankfully, what she knows and has retained is relevant enough for their use case.

The setup tour and the technicians present are all of acceptable quality. There’s nothing wrong with their process, per se…

“I appreciate the team’s rationale in using vinyl ester. However, in application, the easier forming and mechanical properties with using epoxy should make it an appropriate trade-off,” she declares her verdict. No one is impolite enough to interrupt her (or they’re not green enough to), but the manufacturing team does exchange serious side eye among each other.

When dealing with technical experts, care must be taken to speak their language. Always acknowledge someone’s hard work, and give good faith that they’ve made their decision with good judgment behind it.

And, of course, one should give explicit reasoning when suggesting an alternative. “We won’t be seeing the same type of corrosion nor UV exposure on average, or most of the expected causes of catastrophic failure”—here, Vivienne meets their gazes directly, pausing deliberately so they get her gist— “will render long-term considerations, hm, superfluous.”

Various noises of scoffing and muffled chortles come from the team before her. “It’s likely to explode, GTA-style, before we care about actual sunlight in Gotham,” someone mutters. “Got it.”

Bonus: appeal to their good humor, show that you’re on their side. Show that if they work with you instead of against you, everyone benefits.

“Then, we’ll put the order in for epoxy instead?” Neel announces to the group.

“Let me liaison with the Testing guys, see which specific one they recommend,” one of the technicians answers while the others debate quietly between themselves. “And we need to check the MSDS for any changes needed.”

“Shouldn’t be much—I think we can relax some of the workflow, too,” another one calls out. “It’ll go a lot faster this round.”

Neel turns towards Vivienne, implicitly waiting for her approval.

“Go ahead,” she confirms. “No rush. You should have enough budget; if not, CC me on any requests.” She waits for Neel to nod before turning back to finish her notes.

One of the technicians whistles low and, undeterred by his coworker’s elbow to the gut, asks out loud, “How the hell are we getting the funding for this? It can’t be government.”

Vivienne pauses, looks up to raise an eyebrow at him. She gives it two seconds—enough to make it awkward but not enough to be aggressive—before answering nonchalantly, “Does it matter? As long as we can all go about our day without the mob brazenly shaking people down in public, or an attention-seeking wack job gassing the streets and locking down the expressway, I do not care.”

The emphasis nets her a “fair enough” gesture and no further questions, with the general atmosphere being one of jocular compliance and satisfaction.

Very good.

She turns to Neel, while announcing to the group at large, “That will be all. Everyone should make sure to confirm with my PA on their way out, so you all can receive your bonuses in a timely manner. Have a happy Thanksgiving.” Then, more directly at Neel: “I’ll meet with Facilities before closing the site for the holiday. Official half-day.”

He gets her unspoken “clear everyone out” order and turns to usher the technicians along, all while starting a phone call with other leads in the testing facility.

---

Vivienne takes the scenic route towards the direction of the Facilities Management suite, walking leisurely to keep her baby in her sights the entire time. She returns absent hums of acknowledgment to the people that greet her along her way, dismissing them when they try to ask if she needs anything, and eventually, the facility is empty.

Instead of turning into the Facilities suite, she goes to the nearby elevator to scan her card and wait.

The building lights dim to their low-occupancy standby state. Then, one of the shadows in the empty hallway distends into a vaguely humanoid form, stalking forward until there’s a glint of whited-out eyes.

Ever the dramatic. His Dark Grace’s penchant for positioning is comically perfect.

“I assume you’ve looped the cameras?” Vivienne tilts her head towards the Facilities suite.

The Batman gives a little, “Hm,” and continues towards her and the elevator.

Yes, duh. Vivienne doesn’t roll her eyes. It’d be wasted on this bat-shaped mime.

She instead flips her notepad to a later page, where she’s noted down the information received from Facilities via email a week ago. Meeting with them was entirely unnecessary. Her mind runs through what would be the most efficient loop of comprehensive testing—and if they waited until sunset, she could set up and open the outdoor portion of the track for “realistic conditions.”

It’s rather easy to ignore the looming shadow next to her—she’s had practice and more important things to think about. Normally, anyone impolite enough to look over her shoulder at her notes would be told to back off, but here she can hope that he’d absorb some proper methodology for fucking once. To be fair, any thought of “proper” leaves her head upon reaching the ground floor of the track.

The so-called “Batmobile” is gorgeous. If not in her heels, Vivienne would have sprinted over to him.

Her beautiful baby boy.

She tucks her notepad and pen away into her handbag, and loops the shoulder strap across her torso. All hands are needed for properly admiring this work of art.

“Ah—the slight ripples Neel mentioned,” she talks His Dark Grace through the visual inspection. “Project Lead Neel Singh,” she adds for clarification, letting him know who and what to satisfy his paranoia. “Yes, the matrix voids will be easier to mitigate with the modifications to their vacuum assistance setup, the tooling support, and of course, not using vinyl ester. More workable.”

She walks around the car, eyeing the front and back tires, noting the height of the chassis, and internally debates the optimum between aesthetics, performance, and practicality.

“Hm. This tire size is special order, but still commercial-off-the-shelf. The concern is that typical road conditions won’t allow for anything lower, but we need to balance the handling with the overall weight…especially since the chassis will be so lightweight.” She backs up and takes in the whole of the car’s form. “I…I’m actually a bit worried—we might not have the right balance between the aero and weight for the CG, being not for track purposes, so we can’t go as low as actual motorsport designs—”

“—then let’s test it,” Batman cuts through her fretting. He’s been following along with her inspection, practically hovering over her the entire time. The fingers of his gauntleted hand carefully trace where she was pointing out, trailing behind her hand’s path. “That’s why we’re here.”

Credit where credit is due—that’s true. At least he didn’t immediately demand to do so; his interjection is a polite ask, the bat and all things considered. And Vivienne wouldn’t have let him within a zip code of her new son if he wasn’t ready to handle. She can allow His Dark Grace some fun, for once.

She takes out the prototype key fob—slow enough to rile up the menacing furry next to her—and clicks. The doors unlock and pop slightly ajar before she dangles the fob in front of Batman.

He’s finally trained enough to be polite during their handovers; he takes the fob from her possession without force, and waits for her to situate herself in the passenger side before getting in himself.

“No helmets. Well, you better not get me killed,” Vivienne says blandly when Batman starts up the car. He purrs, lovely and smooth like a spoiled cat. “Or I won’t offer custom hubcaps. Ones with little bat decals.”

There’s a faint smirk on His Dark Grace’s face. “I’m better than that.” He teases with a brief revving of the engine.

The test track comes into hyperfocus in front of Vivienne; on a whim, she clicks an additional control up top near the rearview HUD of the car that opens up the gate to the outdoor track. She can recognize the adrenaline building up—it’s what follows a good challenge, either mental or physical, and she welcomes it with relish.

“Let’s see it, then,” she nods towards the gate, unable to help her toothy grin in return.

---

Her baby boy “handles,” is what Vivienne can say for now. She didn’t expect the response to be buttery smooth on first iteration, and for something experimental. The seeds of something are present—His Dark Grace pulled them into two hairpin turns in sequence—and coupled with the snappiness, she thinks they have an unpolished gem in their hands. The car is like having a barely tamed big cat, leashed up and ready to let loose on one’s orders.

It’s fucking exhilarating.

The stupid showoff figures out how to manage the car quickly enough. He pulls another turn that lets them slide perfectly against the side of the track into the bay that’s meant to be a small pit area. The uncovered half of his face is not as expressive as he pretends to be, day-to-day, but the expression present is full-on cocky as hell.

(Honestly, Vivienne can admit to liking it—or at least, this is much more tolerable than the public-facing himbo she needs to politely shake hands with whenever he deigns to muck around at the office.)

“Proven enough?” His typical growl is less forced, and more of a pleasant rumble that harmonizes nicely with the idling engine. In the full furry get-up, subtle side glances and all that aren't really possible. His Dark Grace turns to stare at her, goading for a response.

The cowl and the whited-out effect of the lenses are eerie up close, but dealing with the devil is much less intimidating when one has leverage. In Vivienne’s case—he knows she’s capable and motivated enough to possibly add something like a kill-switch to the car, just to fuck with him if he pisses her off. His Dark Grace wants her baby real bad, and with proof of concept she can probably get him to do anyt—

Hold up, Vi, say that again? Her inner Ros stops that train of thought.

“Differential adjustment shou—well. Acceptable,” she gives him the compliment, leaning back into the seat with a more relaxed posture. They never make the ergonomics of them fit for anyone of average height; her hairpin has slightly loosened from how the back of the seat rubbed against her updo, and she pulls the pin free to restyle her hair. She feels the Batman’s stare as he waits, and she keeps him waiting. “You’re competent and quick on the uptake. Adaptive.”

Wrangling the Batman was the equivalent of wrangling a division of egotistical engineers working at the cutting edge of everything—all very competent people that will step on each other’s toes, get in each other’s way, and are too used to being correct that they forget their purpose. The balance was slightly off here, becoming the classical joke of “one horse-sized duck or a hundred duck-sized horses.”

But everyone has their leverage points, and all are susceptible to The Carrot versus The Stick in personalized ratios and applied judiciously. Vivienne didn’t aim to do anything as Machiavellian as put the Dark Knight of Gotham under her thumb, but that’s where he somehow ended up. She, by sheer grit, found the winning combo of getting him to listen to her—at least when it came to nonsensical designs—and actively soliciting her opinion. She’s not dumb enough to lose that leverage when she sees it in her hands. Maintaining it requires work: showing agreeableness to an extent, with the occasional reminder that he’s in her territory and he would do well to remember it. A little flick to the ego, occasionally.

It helps to put into perspective that, at the end of the day, Bruce Wayne the Batman is nearly five years younger than her. Engineers and technicians under her, the ones ranging from two to ten years younger, with a plethora of tertiary degrees between them—her mind can’t help flagging them as “children” until they temper themselves with a real project, from bid to deliverable.

So, of course her brain demoted the fucking CEO of her company and its parent conglomerate to being a “boy” as soon as he called her Lucius’s PA. She has found no evidence contrary to that ever since. With him neatly categorized, accounting for unique attributes and handling, Vivienne knows very well how to deal with “boys,” because she wouldn’t have gotten this far otherwise.

“Hah. If you had wrecked my shit, as with your typical M.O., maybe I could’ve gotten a nice dinner out of you tonight.” Her tone is intentionally sharper, diction and accent more crass with the habitual New Jersey attitude rather than her usual featureless cosmopolitan speech pattern. Dusk was here, steadily eating away the evening hours as autumn progressed. They’ve stayed later than she anticipated, but…

…for once, in a very long time, she was having fun. The evidence is on her teeth—she was grinning wide enough to catch some of her lipstick on her canines, which her tongue can clearly feel the slick of it.

“Well. We’re done here. Keep up with”—she gestures at the whole of him with a dismissive hand— “that well enough, don’t piss me off, and maybe you’ll earn your new toy by the end of next quarter.”

That whole posturing—after prolonged proximity and the hot-and-cold of seemingly hard-won praise versus snide dismissiveness—is supposed to make His Dark Grace harrumph and skulk away.

Today, he grabs her hand. It’s not violent or anything, but he doesn’t touch her. She’s lost her temper enough to jab her finger in his cowled face, and he’s been taken aback enough and in the position to let her. He’s never touched her.

That—that’s not in the script.

His Dark Grace continues to stare at her, his exposed jaw not quite clenched enough to denote a possible temper tantrum incoming. So, she minutely cocks her chin up, adding a slight challenging tilt to her expression with a raised eyebrow and the slight baring of her teeth in a sneering smile. What are you doing? Are you really—really?

He has her wrist with his left hand, and his full attention and facing is towards her. The right hand comes closer. And because he doesn’t pull her that she lets him, it’s so much closer until—of all fucking things—she feels the gauntlet leather past the corner of her mouth and pressure on her teeth.

The thumbpad has her lipstick stain on it from him wiping it away.

She scoffs, half-between a laugh and an incredulous squawk, and tries to tug her hand away. It doesn’t budge. “How badly do you want this car?” The tone isn’t right—wrong mix of scathing versus levity. And yet, it seems to draw him in closer, the tireless masochist that he is. “Didn’t I say ‘don’t piss me off’?”

“I’m hoping to do the opposite.” This close, he doesn’t bother with the growl at all. He’s almost inaudible over the engine. The lipstick-stained gauntlet cups her jaw, the thumb carefully avoiding her skin, and he leans in when she doesn’t resist.

What the fuck. What is happening. Did he bug the apartment, overhear the sleepover-bullshit talks with Ros?

It’s fascinating, clinically speaking. From what Vivienne’s heard of local gossip, especially among the secretary pool and their particular brand of romantic fantasizing, the Batman is expected to be rough. Wild. He’s supposed to fulfill all sorts of “tall, dark, and handsome” daydreams and lonely imaginings at night, along with fighting crime—what a busy guy.

So, to have him soft and insistent at her mouth, but more like asking for permission than forceful, is a fascinating gap between expectation and reality. He’s not a shabby kisser at all; the playboy types usually have something else going on that makes everyone else do the work for them, and they get to reap all the pleasure. That is apparently not the case here.

Eventually, he pulls back so they can breathe and reassess.

Vivienne looks. She really looks—his face may be mostly covered, he’s still staring, but he’s flushed, visibly steadying his breathing, and her lipstick stains his mouth in a viscerally appealing way that makes her want to lick her teeth. He’s paradoxically much more exposed than she is.

And with that, His Dark Grace is really such a pretty boy—something Vivienne has constantly lamented with Ros over for his pissy attitude. He’s perfectly amenable now, though.

“You really want this,” she says this again, her free hand coming down to pat the console between them and leaning closer.

He’s still a cheeky shit, though. “I want it,” and tilts his head again, ready to close the distance at her say-so.

She means the damn car, but— “Then you’ll have to work for it,” and she closes the distance herself.

[ribbononline]

Latest Infinite fusion update! Plus the separate files of the corsola/gardevoir cus Im very proud of it haha

[ultra-raging-ghost]

Okay so. i just spent all day moving and i came back to this news and i dont know how much im gonna say but ill just start talking

Best wishes to pomme and dappers ex admins, i hope theyre doing well. However, with both of them dropping the project i am 100% certain the french CCs will not be returning and im 80% sure bad will not be returning either, which is very upsetting to me but theres nothing i can do about it so im just gonna suck it up and deal with it

At its core, the QSMP was a wonderful idea and a wonderful concept, the resources it's provided for the MC community (as far as live translations in and out of game) are revolutionary and i really hope that as more servers and projects are created these features will continue to develop

I am hoping the CCs continue to play with eachother outside of the QSMP, but im not 100% sure how that's gonna work out for them, i only joined the QSMP right before purgatory and i am a bbh main so im not sure what all is gonna happen or how theyre gonna proceed moving forward. I will say that the french have been a huge part of my enjoyment of the server and i will miss them severely. I dont know if ill be able to continue watching them outside the server (the in-twitch live translations arent very compatible with my computer and there are none for VODs) but i loved them dearly, and i am sending especially well wishes to Etoiles, he's having a very hard time rn and im keeping him in my heart

I will continue to be a BBH and Tubbo main, if they play on the server i will liveblog it and i will reblog and post art on here as well as continuing my fanfictions and such, i love the project as it's gotten me through a very hard time in my life (and all this shit has happened on the day mostly ending that very hard time, irony) and i would like to continue supporting the lovely fandom space we've cultured on tumblr.

I dont know how this is gonna affect the qsmp awards and everything, i dont know if im gonna liveblog it but im curious to see who all shows up considering the current situation. I am desperately hoping Q pulls up his big boy pants and communicates with the admins, but i can understand why he wouldnt right now as this is a very slow process, and nobody knows how to keep the communications to the admins off twitter.

I am keeping my thoughts hopeful for the CCs that decide to stay and the admins who decide to stay, i will keep trying to watch tazercraft and fit but their schedules dont line up with mine so itll be hard.

its a hard time for us all right now, sit back and drink some water if you are able to, i might be reblogging some stuff tonight but im not sure how much ill be posting, keep me updated yall <3

[gooperts-gunk]

hey girrrl 😎 i autistically spaced out for 4 hours thinking about the mental toll and deeper spiral q!bbh would go through if dapper died and how canonically that without dapper and skeppy he'd have nothing to lose so the only thing that could help him recover from such a depressed self-destructive state is skeppy but the world hates q!bbh and would never let him have skeppy and everyone would call q!bbh crazy again for his grieving responses and now it's 3am so how's your night going girrrrl 😎ahaha

[sportsthoughts]

My relentless pursuit of getting a physical copy of Laura Robinson’s crossing the line has now resulted in me just… emailing random email addresses that I think may be her in the hopes that someone will know where I can buy a copy in the UK

[jupiter-soups]

after seeing the beautiful moodboard that my dear @gasolinerainbowpuddles made about me for the @swiftiscruff friendship exchange, i decided that it was only right for me to make one for her too!! it is highly accurate to her as a person and very clearly of the same quality as the one she made me! we are both clearly equally talented at editing :D

i love this silly american whore and her beautiful home state of Florida, USA :D

[toastingpencils37]

For Raine's Sketch Challenge:

@nyaskitten

[noctualagenaria]

baizhluc masterpost :D

this is Everything baizhu x diluc ive created :>

( last one was a collab i did with @leowopard, who did the lineart/sketch and all i did was color :> )

( was asked to tag @thew1tness so here's ur tag :D )

[inverse-problem]

I do not dream of labour, I dream of robot sex

[ultimateaclrecovery]

Had the single most uncomfortable conversation with my manager today.

He set a meeting for a follow up on my performance review so I was little worried going in but figured it was just a question or work thing to discuss.

But then I get in there and he says it’s a personal thing and starts telling me about the company can monitor all our computer usage . And I panicked. Because I am absolutely not a good little worker and spend more time than I’m sure is acceptable doing non work things on my computer. Including shit like Reddit (and researching vacations and a lot of financial and life admin tasks too). So I had a brief terrifying moment where I thought for sure I was getting fired.

And then he kept going about how they monitor for certain keywords and one of those is anything to do with abusive relationships.

And because I google the shit out of every doubt I’ve ever had about anything in my life I had looked up signs of emotionally abusive relationships. When I did I found that the boy was not in fact doing any of the things listed and in fact was more often than not doing the direct opposite. But of course then I broke up with him last Friday

And so my manager goes on to ask me if I’m okay and if I need anything and over been so unprepared to have a conversation in my life. Just went full deer in the headlights. I think I muttered something about it being proactive research and everything was fine and nothing acute and I wasn’t in any danger. But it had to be wildly unconvincing. But also how the hell is anyone supposed to respond to that??

Like we all know that the company can monitor our usage but it’s still vary jarring to be told about and surprise deeply personal conversations are nobody’s forte. But also how is that supposed to help anyone?? I can’t imagine a scenario where a surprise meeting like that could result in anyone actually reaching out for help. Certainly not in that moment and I feel like it could even make someone less likely to utilize company resources for an issue like that knowing it might get back to their manager.

And like my manager is nice and generally a good manager but I just cannot imagine a scenario where going to him about a relationship problem would feel like a good idea.

He’s a supportive person but even so it felt very much so like, this got flagged by the company so I’m having the required conversation about it, and it did leave me feeling vaguely like I was in trouble.

And then there’s the worst case scenario where someone isn’t safe to look up say hotlines or resources at home or on their own phone and now they’re scared to do it at work too.

I just can’t imagine a scenario where a clearly company mandated meeting trigger by a word search leads to someone reaching out to work for support.

So anyway that was my overwhelming day

[sarioh]

Can I ask you something? I'm new to the Hermits so I really don't know much about anything, however I've seen a lot of people talk about some "Watcher" thing lore about Grian and it seems interesting, where can I find more informations?

im probably not the best person to ask since i haven't actually seen it, but watcher lore comes from an SMP that grian was in (with pearl, jimmy, martyn, and bigb among others) called Evo SMP. i haven't watched grian's season 9 of hermitcraft so i only know about watcher lore with respect to the life series. it became a pretty widespread thing in trafficblr after martyn arguably canonized grian as a watcher in his finale of last life, so that's probably a good place to start if you want to understand? other than that i'd imagine you might want to watch Evo SMP or at least grian's last episode which is when he officially becomes a watcher

[spite-and-waffles]

Have I run out of all the good JayTim fic? 😭 I've been sadly spoilt with amazing fic for too long and I'm now sloughing through mediocrity.