Can I... talk about the theory that winners help craft the next game?
Because, and I really can not say this enough, it puts So Much into perspective.
Everything starts out Normal. Three lives, simple, cut and dry, there hasn't been a winner yet. No one to help craft the game. (And there's something to be said about how simple it really was. Not even a real expectation of the world becoming pvp or combative. No idea of the war to come)
Then Grian wins. The green killer, the man who vowed his first life to the one whose life he took. The next game the boogie man is born. A mechanic that allows and, in fact, demands, a green kill. People can trade lives back and forth, currency and debt wrapped up in one. (can we still be friends? Said the red partner. A life time later and reds are hostile, alone. Maybe it's an answer: No. Not anymore)
Scott wins this time. He refuses to play the game. He will not kill his team, he will love and he will do so fiercely and with all of himself. The next game people are attached through to their very souls. Every bit of damage to one soul is done to its twin. There is no boogeyman. (There is no way for a widow to be left without their love)
Pearl wins and she wins a blood bath. Spent the game draped in red, only wolves for company. Sitting in her tower, shivering in ice, maybe she wanted it to end. To see where it would. Limited life rewards you for killing, limited life has a clock tick tick ticking down, you always no how long you have. A curse yes, but a blessing too.
Now It's Martyn's turn.
And what a turn it is.
Keep your secrets, says the disloyal man, keep them well. Everything hurts, everything Matters, says the man fracturing with every loss. (What if we could love each other without hurting? Says The Hand, who never wanted to be coated in blood)
More importantly, Martyn has always seen the watchers below the surface. Now, they're right here in front of him. Something that could almost... be rebelled against, no? Something that someone else could finally point to and say: hey, hey isn't that familiar?
Dude I love the colors on this sm
Surely this will have no negative consequences whatsoever!
The sun, the stars, the moon and Mars,
The Earth, Pluto and that fucking car.
β€οΈππ
after watching several povs, there's something so striking about the way mumbo died.
he dies at home, first of all, which is notable in its own right because so much of his time was spent running about, usually in pursuit of kills. he dies with grian, tooβ to a thing grian created, no less, but it isn't actually grian's fault for once.
mumbo dies in that tall tower and when lightning strikes, from all across the server, everyone looks. their eyes land on that tower, and everyone is watching. even in grian's perspective, you can see everyone at renwood mound, lined up and staring. those at the bamlands looked on too.
they didn't see mumbo die, but they saw grian's grief. grian, who, throughout this season, has seemed cruel and untouchable to those outside of his circle due to his involvement with and knowledge of the wild cards. they watch grian immediately crumble under the weight of mumbo's death; several of them even explicitly comment, "look at grian, he's grieving, he's in mourning."
i like to think that, until that moment, grian was almost god-like in their minds; now, though, he's the quintessential concept of humanity. grief can be religious if you do it right, after all. even beyond the grian aspect though, isn't this just the most despairing omen of what's to come?
i mean, there's something about this image of a man fallen from grace, crying out as he holds the mangled corpse of his friend in the home they made together, high in the sky, on display for all the world to bear witness to. and the world did bear witness, be it with pity, horror, joy... it doesn't matter, because they saw.
the canary curse has been broken, but this was a fittingly foreboding, tone-setting image that did a stunning job filling its shoes
Anyone else sometimes get the urge to just sit in your bed on a quiet day looking wistfully out the window as the world goes on by without you like a maiden locked in a tower or is that just me?
Don't think I'm ever gonna get over TAMN by @uhohbestie if y'all are looking for a good scarian fic PLEASE READ IT
"Objection!" "On what basis?" "On the objection basis!" "Sustained."
"I will object, this outfit reminds me of Angus Young and I like that." "QUIET, FORMER CONVICT OF THE COURT!"
"This maaaaaannnnn... has no dexterity. I don't even know how he made it to this court."
"I'm thinking of pulling a curveball. We're installing....... a jury."
"As co-owner of-" [LOUD YAWN] "Don't listen to him. Don't listen to him. You're doing great ππ₯°π"
"I'm so confused, I don't understand the law."
"OBJECTION!!! He was mean :("
"Yeah, back in your jail cell. I mean your chair >:)"
"......Am I able to represent myself?"
"Maybe he's more dexteritous than we thought."
"Here in AMERICA.... Mr Beans......"
"ITS CALLED MINECRAFT WE'RE ALL MINERS YOU FOOL"
"Scar, if I was to single out Cub, do you think that would go well for me?" "........I CALL CUB TO THE STAND!!!"
[All court proceedings stop for Bdubs to do a magic trick]
"I have a bit of tinnitus, so if we could get a doctor working on that...."
"Can't prosecute success π"
"He literally owns a mine, so maybe mention that, Scar?" "....He has a character that mimes things??" "NO-"
"That's not how sound works!" "OBJECTION!" "I'm objecting on physics!"
"Please step forward onto the punishment carpet." [PIT OPENS]
"As I was saying... uhm... uhgggghh, what was I saying before they all died and stuff..."
"Obviously I'm super successful regardless of the noise and everyone else being poor is just a skill issue. Right, cooooollllll, I think that was it."
"Do you have your law license?" "I do not, your honor." "Okay, then what are you talking for????"
"If this case is lost from our side..... all hope is lost.... because it's lost anyways."
"Here's my verdict... and my punishment, btw......" "Ohh well. Punishment probably implies what the verdict may well be."
[LOUD GIDDY GIGGLES] "Are you celebrating???? Don't celebrate!" "Oh, no sir, I was just crying."
"Mumbo, I sentence you to be the server's butler for two weeks. In hopes that you will learn manners."
"Docm77, you will be sentenced to TWENY FOUR HOURS AGAIN!!!! IN THE SKYBLOCK"
I for one think the symbiotic relationship between Tumblr and AO3 is beautiful
Dude this fic is heart wrenching 10/10
bubbling up definitelynottober - day 6
from god in pieces by @raichett that i read a day or so ago. hi this fic made me feel fucking sick /vpos (and when i read "bubbling up" i just. eyes widen. i can commit crimes with this)
that new DDVAU chapter sure was something huh
(credit to @kitsuneisi and @xmaruu11 i am but a humble meme maker)