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marsmarbles · 4 months

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Listener!Martyn - The Heart Acoustic

“See how it hurts when the sound

begins to ring

And you feel it start to rot

And you beg for it to stop

But you’ve already dug your lot

In the ground”

#chained life au #listener!martyn #watcher!grian #speaker!scott #trafficblr #traffic life #mcyt #mcyt fanart #traffic smp #martyn itlw #itlwart #evo lore #chonny jash #chonnys charming chaos compendium #the heart acoustic #mars art

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illmamnim · 2 years

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What if each Life is determined by the winner, a wish they make before they reset.

When Grian won, he wished for every person to feel the betrayal of the red life.

The Listeners heard, and they give them a curse.

When Scott won, he wished to have a home, to be with a person he loved til the end.

The Listeners heard, and connected their souls.

When two winners win, how would they wish?

Would they debate? Would they toss a coin? Would both wishes come true, raising the stakes for the next time they all come together?

Or would Cleo wish and Martyn would listen, as he was meant to do from the very beginning?

#listener!martyn #I want him to win so so bad #in the little wood #martyn inthelittlewood #inthelittlewood #double life smp #last life #third life smp #3rd life #the watchers #trafficblr #life series

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fangirltothefullest · 1 year

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Oh hey look it's Timmy Jimothy Jimmy! If Martyn is a Listener and Grian is a Watcher, that makes Jimmy our resident Crier in the Watch, Listen Cry AU. You could call them Speakers.... but it wouldn't do them justice. Speaking isnt the point of their existence. In this AU, the Watchers created Criers for the death games by cursing those unable resist lamenting aloud in the most enjoyable ways possible.

The Criers would always inevitably die but not before their long suffering before their deaths because Watchers LOVE to feast on the auditory suffering of the Criers. Whomever they mark will be doomed by the narrative with no escape and will either monologue, boast, brag, shriek, squeal or beg.

Even Listeners like Martyn and Watchers like Grian who are against the other Watchers but cut of the same cloth, can't help but laugh and enjoy it when Jimmy dies in the Death Games. It's in their nature.

When this AU takes place, which is meant to be in a time between death games after centuries of the reciprocal games, the three of them (Grian, Martyn and Jimmy) are able to stay cognizant and aware in the purgatory between games. It has been so long within the cycle of games that their powers as Watcher, Listener, and Crier have all manifested enough to become godlike and disobey the other Watchers, and now they seek to dismantle the games from the inside out.

And they get cool omniscient powers etc, are able to manipulate but not as much as they'd like etc, have essentially become gods etc, and are fighting the narrative while trying not to feed the Watchers or let them discover the level of Awakened they have become.

Now for more Crier Lore: Other Criers are chosen through every life series. Its just that Jimmy is ALWAYS marked so he became the first Ascended of his kind. Tango was one when he was soulbound to Jimmy by osmosis and to Tango Jimmy was his Canary in a coal mine- ironic then that when he Ascends, he becomes more canary-like.

Pearl and Scott were ironically marked as Criers and the Watchers were unprepared for a Crier set to actually win double life. It was NOT intended. The Watchers had no idea that could have happened because they meant to take Scott out but he's so hard to control that his sacrifice lead to both a good Crier feast with his "Tilly Death do us part" on his end but it wasn't satisfying for them because he made that decision on his own and they havebit out for Scott for never playing by their Watcher expectations.

Ren was marked as a Crier in the Red Winter because he is very good at monologuing and they planned to have Martyn betray him. Funny how the Watchers never manage to do things fully controlled- but that's due to Grian continuing to fuck with their plans.

#tashiarts #watch listen cry au #listener!martyn #watcher!grian #crier!jimmy #speaker?jimmy #mcyt #jimmy solidaritygaming

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cassidy-cat-ghost · 1 year

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Traffblr! I need your help

I'm working on a personal project and I have a question. Y'know tarot cards, right? What is Martyn?

Obviously we have:

Grian - The sun

Scott - The star

Pearl - The moon

Martyn - ?

Non-winners and others:

Jimmy - The fool

Scott and Jimmy - The lovers

I have other HCs but they're not important right now. I was thinking maybe Chariot for Martyn but I would love to hear other's thoughts and ideas. And befor I forget,, it's Listener Martyn.

#trafficblr #limited life #life series #listener!martyn #last life martyn #watcher grian #watcher pearl #scott smajor

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definitelynotshouting · 1 year

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i am thinking of how life series martyn was talked to by the watchers after last life and they mentioned grian being a watcher in that discussion, that was probably an important part of the reveal after double life in hunger au

Oh for sure, that was a huge factor. I havent figured out exactly how that panned out quite yet, but i do know Martyn was 100% involved and also probably the catalyst to Grian getting found out. I think (tentatively, this isnt set in stone just yet) in this au he wasnt spoken to by the Watchers, but instead the Listener fused with him essentially sensed through the Greater Code that Grian wasnt actually a Player and relayed this information to Martyn, which caused him to start paying a bit more attention and ultimately alerted him to Grian being the common thread of the games they kept going through. I think that was the beginning of the end for Grian, and once Double Life was over, Martyn got on the fast track towards figuring things out.

#shouting speaks #asks #last life #martyn inthelittlewood #grian #hermitcraft #hunger au #listeners #evo listeners #listener!martyn #watcher!grian #txt

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kingiune · 1 year

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me and the devil,

walking side by side.

#inthelittlewood #grian #watcher grian #listener martyn #limited life

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soonysy · 22 days

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Day 124 What are LISTENERS like?

Some ideas for Martin are from arts that I saw anywhere

Also any ideas for Listeners are really appreciated!

#grian #grian fanart #inthelittewood fanart #inthelittlewood #mcyt #evo smp #watcher grian #listener martyn

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agni-ashes · 10 months

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i’m. im going insane over this.

transcript under the cut!

martyn: "i talk about my fears to- so that i can face them! well, get rid of them at least"

jimmy: "you're gonna have to face it now! *laughs*

martyn: "well i'll tell you now, what i'll do, is once your build exceeds this build by one block in terms of height, i will come and slaughter you and push you down to third life and then, we'll just stop proceedings"

jimmy: "we're on- we're on new life. i don't- that was two years ago, martyn! get over it, it was two years ago! third life was two years ago!"

martyn: "... third life never ended for me."

#martyn inthelittlewood #jimmy solidarity #nlsmp #third life #GOD #THE. THE ANGST POTENTIAL OF THIS #the two of them... being the only ones who seem to remember...#listeners #maybe because of that?#and OHHHHH i cant #he misses his king #and now that his origin gives him an affinity for ice and snow and wintery things #he misses his king all the more #agni transcribes

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fangirltothefullest · 1 year

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Another doodle. This one's Martyn with his strings getting cut by Grian- something something freeing him from watcher control something something.

#tashiarts #watch listen cry au #listener!martyn #watcher!grian #just a puppet in a lonely string oh who would ever want to be king?#martyn inthelittlewood #grian

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theminecraftbee · 7 months

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There are several things Martyn realizes, all at once, when he opens his eyes:

He is dreaming.

It's one of those in-between dreams, the ones that aren't quite dreams.

He is sitting at a green felted table. It is sitting on a stage. The lighting is dim, and no one is watching, but out of the corner of his eye he can see the stagehands dressed in black, waiting.

He is not the only one sitting at the table. There is a Watcher, draped in purple. There is a Listener, draped in yellow. There is someone he recognizes in a red sweater. There is someone he thinks he should recognize, but can't quite, shuffling a deck of cards.

"Right. What's all this, then," he mutters.

We are playing blackjack, the Listener says.

We are deciding the rules, the Watcher says.

"It's not like we have anything better to do. Honestly, I'm glad you're here. Do you know how boring these guys are?" Grian says, and Martyn decides to quietly file Grian away as a dream-Grian, as opposed to real-life-Grian, so he doesn't go insane and/or stab him when he wakes up. He waits for the almost-familiar dealer to say something. He does not. After another few moments of awkward nonsense dream-silence, Martyn sighs and leans forward on the table.

"Sure, this might as well be happening," Martyn says. "Deal me in. How's the betting work, again?"

"You put your bet on the table. If you beat the dealer, you get to add it to the game," Grian explains. "If you don't beat the dealer, it takes it."

"Yeah, but like, that's abstract, isn't it? What does that mean, exactly, me losing what I bet if I don't beat the dealer," Martyn says.

Grian shrugs. "Don't ask me. To be honest, I'm hardly the storyteller you are."

"Me? Why are you acting like I have any control over these things when you're--"

Are you ready to play?

Martyn shuts up, looks at the Listener, and sighs. "Yeah, sure, I'm ready to play. Why not."

The dealer looks to its left. Grian sighs. "Why are you making me bet first. Again. We should rotate where we're sitting--fine, fine, I know it's an advantage because I'm the worst at this. Uh. Hm. No trading or giving away lives again. Not even as time or something. It makes the dynamics all weird, and I think we could use a nice straightforward death game next time."

(Martyn wants to roll his eyes. Nice and straightforward. Sure.)

The Watcher goes next. I would like there to be deep and wonderful bonds between the players. I would like those bonds to seem unbreakable.

"Coming from you, that's ominous," Martyn says.

Can I not just miss the alliances of the early days? the Watcher says.

"Never left the desert," Grian says, rolls his eyes, and looks at Martyn in commiseration. Martyn just stares back. So sue him, he's a bit more worried about this whole concept than an eye roll and a pithy phrase. Things Watchers want are rarely good.

When the bonds are enforced, they're less interesting, complains the Listener.

Martyn looks over sharply. Hey, wait, he thought--

I didn't say they had to be enforced by rule. I said they had to be deep. Encouraged, as opposed to discouraged.

Just saying. You'll never recapture Third Life.

Martyn swallows. His throat is dry. Weren't the Listeners supposed to be the good guys, here?

Besides, what I want is for each death to be meaningful again. They've felt too meaningless, lately, the Listener continues.

Martyn thinks the dealer raises an eyebrow, but it strikes him he's not exactly sure. Grian snorts. "Meaningful deaths. That's rich for you to say. I mean, I guess they're meaningful sometimes? I don't know, Martyn's the one who understands dramatic sacrifices, I just like killing things."

"Why do you keep on looking at me when you say those things," Martyn says.

"Look, you wouldn't be here if you weren't helping write," Grian says.

"What?" Martyn says.

We're here to play our cards for the story, the Watcher says. Aren't you also one of the authors?

"Me? What? No, I'm--what are you talking about," Martyn says.

Oh, well. I also hope your meaningful deaths make it in, the Watcher says the Listener.

Thanks, even if I disagree on the bonds, the Listener says.

"They hardly ever talk about real, concrete rules they want," complains Grian. "It's easier to understand the consequence if they bring up actual rules. Like boogeyman or no boogeyman."

"We're all just betting on cards!" Martyn says, throwing his hands up. "You're giving me a headache!"

It's your bet.

"Fine!" Martyn says. "Fine! You know what? Screw all of you. I hope this is the last one. I hope we never have to go back to that stupid death game. I hope it's miserable to watch or to listen to or to play and everyone just gives up. How's that for a bet?"

You're no fun.

Is that what you really want?

"Suit yourself," Grian says. "Honestly, if I still had that to bet, I guess I probably would."

"What do you mean, if you still had that to bet?"

"Well, I mean, that's not how blackjack works, is it? I don't just get back my in when I play it."

The dealer nods, and then silently, with a long bony hand, deals the cards.

Grian is dealt the four of diamonds. The Watcher is dealt the nine of spades. The Listener is dealt the five of clubs. Martyn is dealt a jack of spades. The dealer deals itself a seven of hearts. The dealer deals Grian a six of clubs--

"Hey, isn't that supposed to be face-down?" Martyn asks.

"Not here," Grian explains. "They're all face up so we can't touch the cards. So we don't have to. So we can't cheat."

"Who said anything about cheating?" Martyn says.

"Please," Grian says.

The dealer makes a hand motion. Martyn, grumpily, falls silent. He supposes they're playing by casino rules, then. He hasn't been in a casino since--he wouldn't know. Hard to remember anything that isn't this, isn't it? Isn't killing and dying and things out of his control and things very much in his control and, apparently, bizarre dream sequences designed to make him want to strangle Grian.

Anyway. Grian is dealt a six of clubs, giving him ten. The Watcher is given an eight of spades, giving it seventeen. The Listener is dealt a king of hearts, giving it fifteen. Martyn is given a six of clubs, giving him sixteen. The dealer deals its own second card face-down. Martyn stops to try to speak, and then shuts his mouth. Right. Dealer's advantage.

He stares at the numbers.

Grian sighs. "Well, I've got to double down, don't I? Fine. I want the whole 'red lives can kill' thing to be enforced somehow. I don't care how. There's my double down."

The dealer nods.

"Why would you want that," Martyn says blankly.

If we all win, that will be interesting with the bonds, the Watcher says mildly.

Grian shrugs. "I mean, we've enforced red names not befriending green names, but not the murder thing before. Figure we should switch up the game, right?"

"Why?" Martyn says again.

Well, it wouldn't do for it to be boring.

"No, not that. Just... isn't it easier to handle when the rules are laid out properly?"

Martyn throws his hands up, but stops arguing. The dealer gives Grian a face-down card. The dealer moves to the next party at the table.

The Watcher looks over at the dealer and makes a cutting-off motion. I stand.

The dealer moves on. Hit me, the Listener says, and is dealt the queen of diamonds. The Listener gestures to Martyn. It seems I bust. Pity. I suppose there will be no guarantee of meaning, then. Not what I'd prefer.

The dealer looks at Martyn. Martyn looks at the other hands. Martyn pauses.

"Wait, this is like, casino blackjack, yeah? I'm only playing against you, not the whole table?"

"Why would you be playing against us?" Grian says. "Writing's a collaborative process."

Martyn looks entreatingly at the Listener, but the Listener is a little too caught up in the bad hand it has been dealt. Martyn looks entreatingly at the Watcher, but the Watcher just looks somehow confused.

"I was under the impression that, I don't know, you all were adversarial."

Why? All we want is the same thing as you: the story to be told a certain way.

Martyn's not sure if he's furious or just numb.

"Fine. Got a sixteen, don't I? Hit me."

Two of spades.

He's furious. He wants to win against the dealer. He wants to win against everyone. He wants his idea to make it through. He has an eighteen, though. There are only two numbers in the deck that will not bust him, and he's no fool. Hitting on sixteen is a risk enough; if he wants his stupid bet of everything finally ending to make it through, he's got to hold here.

"I hold," he says through gritted teeth.

The dealer silently deals itself another card. A three of hearts. Distantly, Martyn's ears rush. He could have taken that. He could have taken the hit. He could have won. He could have had blackjack, and he doesn't know what the extra payout for blackjack even means in a game like this one, but he could have had it, and he held back, he didn't take the risk, he didn't--

The dealer flips up its cards. Seven, eight, three. Eighteen.

Martyn's heart pounds. A stand-off.

Grian flips up his own card and groans. It's a five of diamonds. "There goes that bet," he mutters.

The dealer makes a sweeping motion around the table. The Watcher smiles, a terrible, terrible thing. Martyn, all at once, realizes that he can't ask again. He can't say 'this is guaranteed to be the last one' again. He backs out of his chair. To the sides, he sees the stagehands change the lighting. A spotlight, on him and the dealer--

"That isn't fair," he says. "It's a tie. I should get my bet back, right? It's a tie!"

THAT IS WHERE WE DIFFER FROM THE HOUSES IN VEGAS, the dealer says, and Martyn's heart stops.

(The voice is familiar. Familiar, but he cannot place it.)

YOU SEE, IN THIS GAME, THERE IS ALWAYS ONE THING THAT HAS AN ADVANTAGE. ONE THING THE STORY IS ALWAYS PLAYING AGAINST. ONE THING, THAT INEVITABLY, AFTER LONG ENOUGH PLAYING, WILL WIN.

There, the dealer looks Martyn in the eyes, and Martyn, all at once, knows exactly what the dealer must be.

AND THAT IS ME.

Martyn stares Death in the eyes.

Then, in a cold sweat, Martyn wakes up.

He does not sleep again for a long time.

#trafficblr #martyn inthelittlewood #grian #the watchers #the listeners #a bee fic #this is me getting ALL OF MY MOST PRETENTIOUS URGES OUT before i go write more giftfic #literally all my most favoritest pretentious tropes. death personified. weird audience/writer avatar watchers and listeners. cards.#the series abstracted as a stage show. martyn being tired and confused.#really really ominous portents of the next game that hasn't actually happened yet #this is what self-indulgence looks like. if you're me.#there could not be. a more me fic.#anyway. ANYWAY. martyn doesn't understand why he's here. but why WOULDN'T he be here?#out of everyone in the series he's one of the ones who shapes the narrative the most after all

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