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The Final Round!
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Jellie: She is a cute, attention seeking cat during scar's videos and streams. She has been a character in Minecraft since 2018
The Nefarious Anglerfish: I like them :) [Super cool!!!!] One of the best memes of 2023
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ROUND 3 | MATCH 4
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Lizzie meets Martyn
Dog hadn’t had any meaningful expectations when it came to the last few days before the end of the world, but he never could have expected what he got.
Form shapes nature. There are certain behaviors that are typical of small dogs simply because it is encoded into their genes. Dog’s Master, Lord Martyn, formerly known as Death, Destroyer of Worlds, hadn’t been doing much in the way of world-level destruction. Since Dog was no longer a raging Hellhound, he was given a good deal of free time to spend bothering cats and searching for crumbs. Upon meeting Pearl’s dog, Tilly, he had tried to reduce her to ash by way of the usual smoldering glare, but when that didn’t work, the pair hit it off and became close friends. Tilly was happy to show him the most interesting parts of Tadfield, tagging along with Them in all their adventures.
Form shapes nature, and Dog’s nature was changing.
On Dog’s third day in Tadfield, he and Martyn went to investigate Critter Cottage on a mission delegated by Them. Martyn was surprised to find that on the lawn was a woman with pink hair and space buns who was smashing flower pots in her frustration.
“‘Scuse me,” Martyn said.
He tilted his head in a way that implied a question without asking.
“It’s dumb,” she said. “I just… I lost my book. It’s been in my family for over three hundred years, and I lost it.”
“I could help you look,” he offered. “I’m Martyn Littlewood. I live on Sahara St.”
“Lizzie. Lizzie Shadow. I’m just visiting. Are you from around here?”
“This is my world, from the fields to the forests and from the quarry to the pond,” Martyn said, pointing to their respective locations.
“So you know the area really well?”
“Better than anybody, I reckon.”
“Have you seen two men in a black car?”
Martyn’s eyes lit up. “Book thieves!” He put on a noir detective voice. “I’ll take the case.”
“They didn’t steal it! Or, at least, they didn’t mean to. But if you haven’t seen them, they may have left.”
“Could be,” Martyn said. “I wrote a book once. It had cowboys and pirates and dragons, so it was probably a whole lot better than any book you’ve lost.” He declined to mention the long, spiraling description of a boy falling endlessly through blank space that he did not remember writing.
Lizzie laughed. She decided that she liked Martyn. If she had been in full control of her mind at the time, she may have realized that any thoughts about him that tried to go beyond her superficial first impressions simply slipped from her mind. No one was in full control of their mind around Martyn. “Do you want some lemonade?” she offered.
Martyn, like every other child from the town, had been raised by overly cautious parents who repeated the words “Stranger Danger” at every opportunity. Martyn, however, was not in the habit of being afraid.
“Sure,” he said. “We can battle the witch in the cottage to get it.”
Lizzie hesitated. “That’s my cottage. But I’m not a witch. I’m an occultist.”
“Oh,” Martyn said. “That’s alright, then.”
But Dog wouldn’t enter the cottage.
There had been a horseshoe above the door of Critter Cottage for hundreds of years. Previous residents during a large plague thought it would help keep them safe. They were, of course, wrong, but horseshoes above doorways do have strength in blocking Hellish forces such as reformed Hellhounds.
However, Dog could not ignore the call of Lord Martyn, who commanded him to enter. None of them noticed the horseshoe cooling as a little bit of Hell burned away.
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Martyn decided that he liked Lizzie.
She was nice to him, for a start. She was old in the eyes of an eleven-year-old, but she wasn’t really old, not like his parents or R.P. Tyler. She was like a high schooler or someone cool like that. Plus, she knew all sorts of interesting things.
Turns out that an occultist wasn’t an eye doctor, contrary to Martyn’s first thought. Lizzie was sort of like a witch; she saw people’s auras and could detect ley lines and had a box of notes in old-timey language that Martyn struggled to interpret. She was not just cool; more importantly, she was interesting.
She hadn’t been able to see Martyn’s aura, though. And that seemed to worry her.
It was only when Martyn wondered aloud that his schooling hadn’t taught him nearly as much as Lizzie had that things became really interesting.
“School is an oppressive tool of the state,” Lizzie said, “so they won’t teach you about things that matter, like nuclear power stations, which we have to get rid of.”
This piqued Martyn’s interest. He liked knowing things more than he liked learning, and it certainly felt like his classes in school didn’t matter. Additionally, he had visited a nuclear power station once, and it had been far less interesting than he thought it would be, severely lacking in any bubbling vats or unnaturally bright colors. From that moment through the end of the conversation, he latched onto every word.
Lizzie believed in things. She believed in saving turtles and whales and all sorts of exotic species Martyn had never heard of. She believed in whole grain breads and recycled paper and local businesses and getting colonizers out of colonized areas. She believed that oil companies were destroying the environment, that meat packaging companies were destroying the environment, that steel companies were destroying the environment, and that fashion companies were, you guessed it, also destroying the environment. She did not believe in world leaders or large governments, and she hated any form of military. She believed in power to the people; more specifically, she believed in power to the youth. She was one of those people who is an odd cross between a pessimist and an optimist, but she had the extra layer of being very aware that the end of the world was mere days away, though she didn’t share this with Martyn.
Having been given limited internet access, Martyn was not aware of the things she spoke about. He had vaguely heard of environmental issues, but in truth, he had not recognized enough of the words used in these discussions to concern himself with them. South American rainforests were a closed book to Martyn, and it wasn’t even made of recycled paper.
Lizzie believed in things in a very intense way. She didn’t have beliefs so much as she had one enormous, amorphous belief in a great many areas that she had melded into one. On any scale of mountain moving, she could move at least half an Alp. However, Martyn could move anywhere between two and fifteen thousand Everests.
Lizzie, unaware of this, thought nothing of letting Martyn borrow a few issues of the Hermiton Herald, a magazine she had never read and only subscribed to in support of a friend who was one of its editors. He had been drawn to the interesting covers depicting deep-sea monsters and sunken continents and UFOs and the eye-catching headlines blaming everything on the government. And so, he left Critter Cottage with an armful of conspiracy magazines and two pockets of organic candies.
It may have helped the situation if Lizzie had realized exactly why she couldn’t see Martyn’s aura. It was the same reason why people in Times Square can’t see America.
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something about new-age poetry
based on this post by @vapemaster42069 because everytime ive tried to fall asleep my mind kept playing she etho on my slab on repeat <3
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rancher omens au dev notes jan. 2
hi lovelies!! <3 it's been a while huh ;-;
I promise I'm still writing in the background!! just struggling with getting large enough segments to post/put in dev notes. I've been working a bunch on martyn/Them segments, but omg writing martyn's dialogue is so hard ;-; I decided way back in concepts/brainstorming that martyn would never ask a question bc that's both an interesting writing challenge and an interesting character choice, but in the originals, adam asks a LOT of questions. I'm probably gonna have to put more into ren, scar, and especially mumbo's characters going forward. currently i don't have in-depth plans for the four horsemen, so we'll see what happens there.
so sorry for disappearing!! expect segments soon. love yall <3
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YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME
ROUND 1 | MATCH 14
#im BOTH i love BOTH#PLEASE#s2 of my rancher omens au is gonna be treebark I cant choose!!#this is like the gravity falls/otgw poll all over again ;-;#im voting treebark just bc it's underrated but LET IT BE KNOWN#I WOULD VOTE FOR BOTH GIVEN THE OPTION#treebark#team rancher#avid avian says
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Okay guys!!! Out of all the lil guys on the server,
#i feel like grian is the shortest#bdubs is just the guy that everyone bullies for being short#even tho grian is literally shorter by a solid inch and a half or smth#like there's no contesting that grian is shorter but bdubs is the one who gets all the shit#idk in my head joel and martyn are medium#maybe leaning towards short but not like. short#trafficblr#poll
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“The only one that takes me out, is me”
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is there a list of the monsters in decked out 2 and all their names? I need it for... reasons
#decked out 2#tangotek#hermitcraft#avid avian says#rancher omens dev work#don't mind that last tag im sure its not important
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while going through my notes app, i found a note with a singular link. that link led to this clip. enjoy
#im on bad connection rn so im saving this for later#but i knowwww itll be sooo funny#jimmy solidarity#yea that's him#that's my guy#video
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flower ranchers? flower ranchers.
revamp of the jimmy ships poll..
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1941
The last place he expected to see Tango was in a church. And yet, there he was, hopping about on feet that were burning on consecrated ground.
Jimmy had been tricked by Nazis; one had disguised herself as a British officer, and he thought he would be foiling their best-laid plans. Instead, he was walking into their simplest trap. “You were so easy to fool,” the woman had said. “You so desperately wanted to believe that goodness would win.” Somehow, they’d heard he had a horn that could summon a demon and intended to get their hands on it. Jimmy wouldn’t let them have it. It was a treasured possession, especially since he hadn’t seen Tango since the holy water incident.
But before he was discorporated—he dreaded the paperwork that he would’ve faced, especially amid Joel’s mockery—Tango had appeared, never standing still and eyeing a basin of holy water. “Hi. I think you should know,” he’d said, “that there’s a bomb going to be dropped on this very church. I know what you’re thinking, and they are, in fact, meant to be in the Eastern sector. It would take a miracle to get those planes to change course! But- agh.” Here, he’d stumbled a bit; the ground was obviously hurting him a great deal. “It would take a real miracle for my friend and I to get out of here alive, I think. And, well. If you don’t start going soon, you’ll find yourself. Explodificated. Agh. Into. Tiny bits. Agh. I hate holy ground, did you know that?”
Jimmy had mere seconds of warning before a a bomb leveled the church.
When he opened his eyes, the Nazis were gone, the building was rubble, and Tango stood just beyond the property bounds of the former church. After a moment’s pause, he began to laugh.
“Tango, you’re brilliant! I did it! Oh my goodness, I did it! That was incredible!”
A moment later, his laughs died out in favor of lamenting.
“Tango, I’m so sorry. I forgot your horn. I swear, I’ve been keeping it safe for so long, I can’t believe it- I was never going to let those Nazis have it, but I didn’t want it to get blown up! I’m so, so sor-”
Tango, hopping from stone to stone to avoid the ground, wordlessly pulled a carpet bag from the hand of a buried Nazi. “Here,” he said. “Little demonic miracle of my own.”
Jimmy stared for a moment before snapping himself out of it and taking the bag. His hand briefly touched Tango’s and Jimmy realized something.
I’m in love with him, aren’t I?
in honor of one of favorite good omens aus spontaneously updating today, here's the year 1941 and the event which, among good omens fans, is popularly interpreted as aziraphale (jimmy) realizing he's in love with crowley (tango.) enjoy!!
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so was anyone gonna tell me that the red task scrolls are the ones that BigB's been getting all along orrrr
#avid avian says#was late on the episodes this week and that hit me like a fucking truck#trafficblr#secret life smp#secret life
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rancher omens au development nov. 17
hi lovelies!!
thanks to those of you who voted on my poll (which is still open btw!!) I have written up a couple different versions of Scott and Jimmy's meeting: 1839 and 1906. let me know your thoughts!! as always, feel free to send asks.
this week, I've been working on some character introductions and a little bit of late stage stuff. I'm excited to report that I am realizing more and more as we go on that Goodtimeswithscar as Madame Tracy was literally the perfect choice - I've written some of the seance scene at the end and it is really excellent. initially, I had a lot of trouble casting Scar; he could have been Shadwell (Ren), Adam (Martyn), or Newt (Mumbo). but thankfully I came to my senses and realized what an excellent Madame Tracy he makes. I'm a huge fan.
additionally, I'm trying to focus a bit more on Martyn and the Them. I feel like they're the main characters of the book, and while this au is going to be a bit more like the show, I need to give them more attention than they've gotten so far.
finally, reminder to vote on the poll while it's still open and let me know your thoughts!! it really helps my motivation to hear from y'all :)
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