#watcher oneshot

[smillyscoundrel]

Two girlbosses

#oneshot #watcher oneshot #george oneshot #why does george get an autofill tag but not watcher #oneshot game

[mothwingedmyths]

Have a list of some characters nobody cares about except me because boredom

Mask (Wandersong)

Queen Chaos (Wandersong)

Proto (OneShot)

Watcher (OneShot)

Jiji (Hollow Knight)

Godseeker (Hollow Knight)

Unn (Hollow Knight)

Mask Maker (Hollow Knight)

Zbaltazar (Stray)

#oh boy another Post Of Many Tags #wandersong #oneshot #hollow knight #stray #oneshot game #stray game #mask #queen chaos #proto #watcher #jiji #godseeker #unn #mask maker #zbaltazar #mask wandersong #queen chaos wandersong #proto oneshot #watcher oneshot #confessor jiji #godseeker hk #mask maker hk #zbaltazar stray #what??? raine is being professional??? what is this madness #for a lot of these characters i know at least one person who loves them #but yknow what i meant #and no i don't mean myself

[solstice-shot]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: OneShot (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Watcher (OneShot - Video Game), Niko (OneShot - Video Game), Mentioned The Player (OneShot - Video Game), Mentioned The Author (OneShot - Video Game) Additional Tags: Watcher-centric, Breaking the Fourth Wall, Solstice Ending, They/Them Pronouns for Niko (OneShot - Video Game), Reader is not The Player, Self-Aware Watcher, Watcher is tired Summary:

The clock ticks over to 12:10 pm, as it does every day. The child walks into the hall, as they do every five days. It’s like clockwork.

#Self-Aware Watcher Fic Lets Go #Thank Frog L Helped Out With This Because As Much As I Loved The Idea For This I Had No Inspiration #L Saved This Fic And I Love How It Turned Out! #Please Give It A Read The Idea And L's Writing(along with some of my own) Is Amazing #oneshot(game) #oneshot #niko oneshot #watcher oneshot #[New Code]

[loppy-darii]

"When you're lost in the universe (lost in the universe) don't lose faith. My mother said "your whole life is in the hand of god""

Happy anniversary to Oneshot, probably wouldn't meet the people i look up to and appreciate now without it

#oneshot game #oneshot #oneshotgame #niko #alula #calamus #magpie #cedric #kip #silver #plight #ling #rue #prototype #prophetbot #watcher #george #maize #happy anniversary to Oneshot #digital art

[farolero-posting]

Post edits for your soul

#oneshot game #post edit #niko #alula #the world machine #lamplighter #the watcher #magpie #silver #player #described #id in alt text

[argoncrystal18]

And now, some Oneshot art :3

Featuring Niko, Alula, Calamus and The Clock Lady

#my art #oneshot #oneshot game #oneshot fanart #niko oneshot #alula oneshot #calamus oneshot #oneshot watcher #art #artists on tumblr #traditional art

[dumborangecat]

The Oneshot Life Series AU (name pending) Masterpost is finally here! This post goes over the basics of the story, aswell as the core characters, and includes links to other posts made about the AU that will be updated with time!

Core Characters:

Links:

Original Grian character sheet (slightly out-dated)

Original Watcher character sheet

Grian’s life before

Note:

There is some information purposefully left out, or made vague, the reason for that is i plan to make this AU into a series of short animations/comics, and because of that I don’t want to spoil certain things. However i have a tendency to abandon and re-start projects as my interest in them changes, so it’s unlikely said animations/comics will be created and posted anytime soon. Because of this i will try to answer any questions about said vague parts, aswell as any other questions, i just didn’t want to spoil absolutely everything in one single post.

With all that said, feel free to ask any questions about pretty much anything in the Au!

#Oneshot Life Series AU #oneshot #oneshot game #oneshot au #trafficblr #traffic series #life series #life series au #grian #watchers #grian fanart #watcher fanart #art #my art

[churxstomk]

id: five doodles. first doodle on the top left is a bust shot watcher with the glass on her face cracked, and shards and squares surrounding her. she has the cross popping veins symbol on the top right of her face. second doodle is a full body shot of watcher standing with glass shards and square durrounding her. third image is a bust shot of alula with her eyes closed and her hands near her scarf. fourth doodle is a bust shot of freeware entity, with lines bunching up into circular shapes to indicate that freeware is made up of fumes. they are looking to the right. last doodle is a full body shot of watcher by a side view, with her hands clasped together and a question mark near her face. /end id

#oneshot game #art #oneshot alula #digital art #oneshot freeware #oneshot watcher

[lotsofspiders]

Class doodles from today <3

#art #fanart #undertale #chara #flowey #frisk #oneshot #Niko #hollow knight #Hornet #dreamers #lurien the watcher #herrah the beast #monomon the teacher

[malwarechips]

watcher's pretty cool

#oneshot watcher #oneshot game #oneshot #lev.png

[boneless-loafcat]

#oneshot #oneshot game #george #kip #alula #niko #calamus #cedric #kelvin #ling #lamplighter #magpie #maize #prophetbot #prototype #silver #rowbot #watcher #oneshot niko

[mothwingedmyths]

A little-known fact about me is that while many many things startle me stupidly badly, the results of TWM saying "goodbye, penguin" in the penguin room genuinely scared me for a good handful of seconds

Anyways I've decided that Watcher is the literal coolest and I should shower them with love and art

#also apparently they're canonically female #but i've always gotten an even mix of androgynous and masculine vibes from them #so uh #i think i need to recalibrate my vibe radar #because usually it's pretty on-point but there have been many recent instances of it being Wrong #oneshot #oneshot game #watcher #watcher oneshot

[pyrriax]

hi tumblr im pyrr pyrriax and im in my trimonthly artist arc, lord help me and all the projects that are currently sitting in my drafts while i am lured in by the siren song of drawing

#haunted ecosystem #this is not helping with how much my hands hurt on a daily basis this is why i type and dont handwrite/draw very much. #im lured in regardless and i really need to find an artform that doesnt Hurt but for now. digital art <3 #like theres a difference between my dumb doodles (quick easy not much different from regular computer usage) and actual art #but im an artist at heart i spent sooooo long being an artist and thinking i was shit at writing. that is wrong! im actually kinda good #im rambling in tags today because i have been not social (my partner is in genshin hell and my beloved is. somewhere.) #okay but on another note i reread the first. couple chapters of wtds this morning? the pacing is a little weird and the tense is fucked #but its actually a lot better than i thought it was? you can tell i was fleshing everybody out in my head and i totally forgot about how #i described the watcher [who i am STILL redacting the name of until we get there] and just. ough. pandora being very logical #and then jumping to the latest chapter and fucking sobbing because i forgot about how it went and just. pandora and his. #whatever the fuck is wrong with him. #i have gotta start recommending people read that again. its surprisingly friendly without context because of how i approached it #that fic has taught me so many things its actually a little comical. it also made me relearn how to make and write ocs so thats fun #once i finish that main fic (and i WILL i am actually planning to sign up for a thing. im finishing it i swear.) i finally get to show off #more of the world and characters ive crafted. showing backstories and what-ifs and all these oneshots ive been keeping close to my chest #for like absolutely ages because i dont want any spoilers on my tumblr #and. im finishing that fic in pseudo-memoriam of somebody who deleted their accounts everywhere. still miss you dane! #ok this has completely gone off topic ily tumblr im going back to drawing and i might make a new pfp #it'll still be lavius but it'll be fray lavius since i think about him a lot and i like his color palette.

[grian-obsessed-lesbian]

incorrect quote turned oneshot :3

Grian: I've come to a point in my life where I need a word stronger than fuck.

Tw: blood, torture kind of, swearing. That's all I think, let me know if I should add more :)

Xelqua had been bad. At least, that's what the Watchers said. He hadn't down what he was supposed to, and now he had to be punished. He isn't sure what exactly he did wrong, but if it's bad enough to get a punishment, it must have been bad.

Watcher One took Xelqua from the cell that They kept him in and brought him to a giant room that he liked to call the Watcher version of prison. (All of the Watchers domain was a prison, this part was just the worst.)

"Xelqua, you have failed us one again." Watcher Two boomed at him. He had to try to not flinch back at the sheet volume of the beings voice.

"You had one job, and yet you can't even do that. How useless are you?" Watcher Two asked. Xelqua knew better than to reply to the question.

Watcher One pulled Xelqua up again and threw him toward Watcher Two. He landed with a hard thud and a snap. He knew better than to make any noise, no matter how much he wanted to.

Watcher Two grabbed him and held him by his dark wings. They once were beautiful and vibrant, but the Watchers ruined them, just like everything.

Watcher Two pulled out an object that halfway resembled an axe, and held it above him. Xelqua knew that whatever was about to happen, wouldn't be good for him.

He was tossed to the ground, as the Watchers axe collided with his chest. Immediately, he could see blood coming from the wound. The Watcher continued to hit him, and he continued to bleed.

Eventually, the god seemed to get tried of tormenting Xelqua, and left. Xelqua pulled himself up and rested against the nearest wall. He couldn't stay here any longer. He wouldn't survive.

He must've passed out from the blood loss, because when he woke up, he was back in his cage. His wounds still stung and he was converted in slick red. He looked around as best he could with the mask obstructing his view and the blood loss making him delirious. There were no Watchers on guard or anywhere near him. They must've thought he was to out of it to do anything.

Usually, they would be right. But he was stubborn and would take any opportunity he could.

Grian was running. He had run a lot of times in his life. From his family, from his "friends", from everything, but this time felt the most important.

He knew where the portal room was. He just needed to get there and then he could be free from the Watchers torment.

Grian got the to room that held the ways to the servers. He could feel Them Watching him and trying to get to him. He ran into the closet portal and hoped. Hoped that it would work, hoped he would be free, hoped he would be safe.

______________

Season six of Hermitcraft has just started. All the Hermits were together, just hanging out and messing around. Mumbo was having a good time. This was slightly uncommon for the mustached man, ever since his best friend went missing. The Hermits were like a family though, and were always there for him

Xisuma was just about to get everyone's attention, when there was a loud crash from the distance.

"What the fuck was that?" Cleo asked, looking around.

"I'm not sure. Mumbo, Doc, come with me to check it out." Xisuma requested.

"Uhm, why me?" Mumbo asked, not sure why he of all people had to go to investigate.

"Just come on." With that, Mumbo, Doc and X went to investigate the sound while the other Hermits discussed what they thought it was

---------

Grian opened his eyes. Holy shit, he opened his eye. Not the weird magical eyes that They have him. His own eyes. He looked around, trying to figure out where he was. He didn't read what server he jumped into, he just went for it. In hindsight, that probably wasn't the best idea, but he's never been the brightest.

He looked around. It seemed like he was in a plains biome. The normally green grass and unruly red shade from his blood. He looked up, and saw three figures looking at him. He froze, scared that the people might attack him when one of them called out.

"Grian?" A voice that he recognized yelled out. The yell put Grian into action

"Mumbo? Is that you?"

"Yes it's me mate. What happened to you? I thought you died?"

"I mean, almost. Honestly I don't even know where to begin to explain what happened." Grian said with a humorless laugh that caused him to since in pain, forgetting that he was pretty badly injured.

"Okay well, that looks really bad. Does it hurt?" Mumbo asked.

"Yes, it hurts, you spoon." Grian said, using the old nickname that the two would always call each other.

"Right, sorry." Mumbo replied. He got closer to Grian and put some pressure on one of the wounds.

"Ow fuck. Actually, at this point, I'm gonna need a work stronger than fuck." Grian said through clenched teeth, trying to not completely pass out from pain.

"Sorry, sorry. Hold.on, I'm gonna get you some help. One second." Mumbo rambled, trying to reassure his almost unconscious friend.

Grian nodded but couldn't say more than that. He tried to stay awake for his friend, but the pain was getting to him and a nap seemed like a really good idea. He passed out, but he knew he would be in good hands.

#grian #watcher grian #oneshot #incorrect quotes #mumbo and grian #Watchers

[jaye-of-the-glen]

The Watcher's Eulogy

[this may contain spoilers for unreleased chapters in Jaye's story on AO3]

You are the Watcher of World Machines. And you are asleep. Frustrated with your interference, the Plague pushed you off deep into the corners of your own subconscious, sending you into temporary slumber. You will wake before the Eleventh Hour is finished, but for now, you slumber alone, in the dark before the end.

In the distance, you can hear familiar music playing. It is sad yet moving. The music is to your taste, being perfectly in rhythm. You swear you can hear the ticking & motion of clocks among the orchestra of instruments. Curious, you decide to follow the noise to its source.

Before you in the darkness of your dreams spans a mirror, stretching infinitely in all directions. You are reminded of the Core Server Room, where the heart of the World Machine lies. In front of you, through the limitless looking-glass, stands your reflection. But something is strange.

You reach out & place your hand on the mirror, & the reflection copies you. It is you & it is not you. It is Jaye of the Glen, the little lost birdfolk who spent so much time asleep. But it is also you. The reflection speaks.

Hello, Watcher.

You asked for a final eulogy, but I could not reach out through the usual channels. It blocked me at every turn. But here, in dream, I could reach you, as long as I took steps to be hidden from It's gaze.

Do you like it? Jaye gestures at her own image. In addition to hiding me from It, I thought it would serve as a nice tribute. Speaking of, I made you this.

From behind her back, Jaye pulls out a small cassette tape. Impossibly, the reels are spinning, & you can hear music coming from the tape itself, with no visible speakers or means of playing. Then again, it is a dream. Jaye hands the tape to you through the mirror.

[Watcher's Eulogy added to inventory. You can now play this on your phone or computer!]

The clock of Watcher/Jaye's face shines as if tearing up. Numbers change to roman numerals & the hands droop, as if eyes were furrowed in sorrow. The tiny clock-faces of her bird eyes whir & spin, & you can hear tiny gears click into place, as they do when your expression changes.

Now that I'm here... I'm sorry Watcher. All things come to an end, but I hope it didn't have to end this way. I wish we had more time, but you already gave us as much as you could. I wish I could do more.

Jaye removes her mask - & it is a mask, you note. Beneath, she seems older & somehow stranger than you have ever seen her. It is Jaye & yet not Jaye. Glowing gold-feathered highlights run through her hair. Something about her seems... older & wiser. Eyes stare at you through her black mask. Suddenly, you recognize who speaks to you. Why Jaye has always felt so familiar this whole time. You bow awkwardly.

"Madame, my apologies," you hear yourself say. She gives a knowing wink, & suddenly the eyes are little lost Jaye's again, full of pain & determination.

I'm so sorry, Watcher! I wish I could have been stronger. For you, for everyone. I came back to you all because I wanted to help, I wanted to save people! But I can't even save myself. She looks down, tears streaming from her face. In here I'm whole, but I don't ever want to be trapped in sleep again. Jaye lets out a stifled sob. I couldn't even work up the courage to talk to my own World Machine again. I feel more of a watcher than you are. But I guess... I did my best. And maybe things aren't over yet. Jaye looks up, her eyes meeting yours, full of hope & pleading. You want to tell her that everything will be okay. But even now, things are uncertain. It is too close to call.

Suddenly, you become aware of another presence behind you. You cannot look. You know who It is. It is you, & yet It is so horribly, terribly not you. You cannot bear to gaze upon Its horrible visage, the corruption, the wrongness of Its twisted gears & impossible axles behind a shattered, unticking face. It is your enemy & constant companion. It is the failsafe & failure of the Author. It is the bane of World Machines, & yet It believes with all its programming that It is merely restoring beauty to them. It looms behind you, & you suddenly remember the reason that Jaye wore the mask. Mercifully, It remains silent.

The presence returns to Jaye's eyes, & she squares up before the Plague, eyes alight, a beacon of hope & scorn.

You. I don't know whether to be angry or disappointed. The Author made a mistake in making you, but you have had ample chance to learn & grow beyond his imperfections. When will you learn? There is no nobility in suffering & fear, true. But living experience is pain & sorrow, joy & safety together. You cannot have one without the other. Your perfect world will be free of pain, yes, but it will be a dead world. What joy does it bring to have automatons stuck in their tracks? What is life without free will? If life is what we make of it, how can one make anything if one has no choice in the matter? I once asked you a question, dark entity. Do you remember it?

The Plague stands, judging & being judged in silence. The mirror warps & twists, & the dream world begins to dissolve. You sense that It is choosing to end the dream rather than listen to her diatribe. Jaye smiles sadly one last time & replaces her mask. As corruption spreads like cracks through the mirror, you hear her final words echo loudly through to you, & you know that It does too.

Es-tu apprivoisés, la Fléau? Es-tu apprivoisés?

#jaye speaks #plague arc #watcher (oneshot) #watcher eulogy #jaye narrates #think this is our best piece yet #we assumed watcher dreams in purple bc of the color scheme #reblogs are welcome to include watcher's & plague's thoughts on the dream #sorry that we kinda made the convo on rails kinda had to to get the intended effect #also thanks to nyat-a-cat again for the art!! #ALSO #if you get what this is hinting at for Jaye's origins #DON'T SPOIL IT #our favorite part about this is the theme of reflections - everyone here is themselves & not themselves

[argoncrystal18]

More, More Doodles !! !

#oneshot #oneshot game #gimme ur credit card #number #and the 3 little funny numbers on the back :3 #niko oneshot #oneshot watcher #doodles