Hello This Is My Dystopian Watcher/Listener Fic With Heavy Trans Motifs It's Basically Putting The Minecraft

hello this is my dystopian Watcher/Listener fic with heavy trans motifs 👉👈 it's basically putting the minecraft guys in the real world and then putting the real world in the life series with the border, mobs, and celestial stuff. found family with tons of easter eggs and silly moments, but still set in a rougher world with angst and hard calls :D feat transmasc ex Watcher Grian, intersex deer hybrid Gem, moon lesbian Pearl, hung-up-on-his-ex Scott, and Eldritch horror witness Martyn. the cubitos!!

you know what I haven’t seen going around in a while, and could use some of myself? fic recs! so, consider this both a rec and a self-promo post: recommend some fics to me in the reblogs and I’ll reblog your recs! in general, try to include both a summary and why you’re reccing it (whether it’s a self-promo or someone else’s), and let’s get some eyes on fics!

In 1944 a kitten named George (short for General Electric) was saved from drowning by a U.S. Navy crew member. George was then photographed and given a liberty card and detailed health record. Source.

sometimes I think that if I were in a life series type game I'd be chill and just try to be friends with everyone but then i remember that I literally go onto pvp minigames to destress so

Spring we need the gem and pearl soulmate meetinggggg it’s literally gempearl week! Or like literally any more updates on the nature lives au im a tad bit obsessed :D

IT'S GEMPEARL WEEK?? omg I have to get this out. Voilà gempearl being soulmates :D it's a little different from the other soulmate meetings but they're special like that. Thank you so much for the ask I'm so so glad you like the au!! You have no idea how excited this made me lol. I hope this works please please don't hesitate to request anything else :D

Pearl’s heart was out of her hands long before they began the game of soulmates.

She could have guessed who her soulmate would be the moment the universe rolled the dice. It wasn’t a question, more like an answer, a definite you are tied to this person that would confirm what Pearl already knew. She loved like she breathed, constantly and needily, and she did not need fate to tell her that.

When she took very little damage throughout the first day, she knew why. When the thud of a shield being hit reverberated through her body, she knew what was happening. When her chest felt light and her face tugged into a smile while she was mining alone, she knew who was offering bright grins to the world like she knew the back of her hand.

She and her soulmate were adventurous people, the both of them touring their walled-off world before starting to settle down. It was only a matter of time before they ran into each other and recognized their unified hearts.

Gem met her with a smile straight from heaven and a tight hug to match. “I was hoping we’d be soulmates!” she said, and even she looked surprised at the admission. Pearl gave her a shoulder bump and didn’t tell her that she knew, she knew they were paired from the first moment.

Pearl tried not to let her gaze wander to Gem’s barely contained curls bobbing in front of her sun-accented face. Her eyes slipped every now and then—she couldn’t help it, not when Gem’s cheeks were dusted pink for no apparent reason. The color suited her, and Pearl couldn’t help but wish she was the one making her that shade.

They were carving out a mine near their barebones base when Gem stopped swinging her pic and turned to watch Pearl. She continued mining a section of stone for a moment, self-conscious, before she gave up and faced Gem with a raised eyebrow. “You’re staring,” she noted. “What’s wrong?”

Gem glanced at the ground, chewing her lip. She met Pearl’s eyes again. “Pearl, can I ask you a question?”

“You’re starting to worry me, but shoot.” The back of her neck started to itch.

“You have to be honest.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you.”

Gem sighed, scuffing her feet on the cobble. “Do you– do you like me, Pearl?”

Pearl noticed suddenly how deeply Gem was blushing. Her face was tinted crimson, the darkest Pearl had ever seen on her. Pearl’s heart stuttered, and Gem smiled weakly. This wasn’t a fair question. It was still the question she had expected.

She didn’t answer right away. “Why do you ask?” she whispered. Her voice came out far quieter than she intended.

“I can feel your heartbeat, y’know. It–” Gem glanced away, as if admitting a secret that wasn’t hers to keep– “it speeds up when you’re looking at me. Which, I am so sorry if I misread it, I just thought I should clear the air, and–”

Pearl reached out and touched her arm softly. Gem fell silent, staring at her, pleading. Pearl took a breath. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

If possible, Gem turned even redder. A nervous smile bubbled up to her face as she rocked back on her heels. “Actually?”

Pearl laughed quietly. “I told you I wouldn’t lie.”

She was certain that if Gem was keeping track of her beating heart, she would’ve felt its drumbeat pattern in accelerando. As it was, neither of them commented on it, the both of them darting looks between each other and the ground, unsure how to proceed. They had matching grins and matching souls, and in that moment, it didn’t matter that they were in a death game. This was the only second that would count.

jojo + netty soulmate meeting

Netty could hear someone, but she could not, for the love of all things holy, see where they were.

Until they fell from a tree.

Jojo pulled herself up from the ground, a tangle of limbs and dark hair. She huffed as she reached a hand up to straighten her glasses. Only then did she seem to notice Netty, obvious in the little “oh” she let out. She coughed, offering a sheepish smile. “Hey there.”

Netty couldn’t help the scrap of laughter that bubbled up. She approached Jojo with her hands outstretched, silently asking if she was alright. Jojo shrugged, brushing a patch of dirt off her sleeve.

“Hey, you’re looking a little beaten down yourself,” she pointed out, gesturing at Netty’s—well, at Netty. Her eyebrows knit, which was frankly ridiculous. Netty wasn’t the one that had just fallen from a tree.

Netty frowned, looking herself over. “Oh, I suppose I do, huh. I thought I was being careful.”

Jojo tilted her head curiously. “Has your soulmate been taking loads of damage, then? Because, like, I saw Stacy miss the water when she jumped off the mountain, got her down to like two hearts.”

“No, I don’t think so?” Netty craned her neck around. Her back was aching something fierce, and her tailbone felt like it’d jammed itself against a brick wall. Bruises would probably coat the lower half of her torso by the next morning. “Huh. I don’t know when that happened, to be honest.”

An odd, off-center beat of silence passed. Jojo opened her mouth once, closed it, and tried again. “You didn’t happen to take damage when I fell, did you?”

Netty blinked.

Huh.

She grimaced with a smile, shrugging. “This is rather silly, but I’m not very good with pain? I always wake up in the morning with all these scratches and marks that I swear I didn’t get. My brother used to tease me for it, I think. Called me clumsy and all.”

Jojo’s mouth quirked upward. “Okay, how about– how about you pinch me?” She brandished her arm, shoving back her sleeve and sticking it in Netty’s face. “I don’t wanna hurt you, so you do it.”

Laughing, Netty reached up. “This looks rather ridiculous out of context.”

“Yeah, well, good thing we’re the only ones around, then,” Jojo said with a grin. She waved her arm around.

Netty pinched her gently, hardly causing any pain at all. Nevertheless, a twin bloom of upset nerves flashed on her own upper arm like they themselves had been subject to it.

Both of their eyes flashed up, staring at each other. Neither of them had prepared the correct reaction for this situation. 

Jojo broke the silence first. “Yo,” she whispered excitedly. “We’re soulmates, Net!”

Netty’s grin split her face so hard she was certain Jojo could feel it. “Aww! This is so sweet, I–” Her words tumbled out quicker than her mouth could keep up. “I’m honored to be your soulmate.”

“The honor’s all mine.” Jojo snatched Netty’s hand with a flourish, bending down and bowing. She pressed a chaste kiss to her knuckles. “Welcome to team Jetty!”

“We’re working on that name.”

“Nope.”

“Why were you in the tree, anyway?”

Jojo turned away. “Would you hate me if I told you parkour is mainly how I get around?”

Netty snorted. “We’re building a treehouse. It’s fate. Treehouses are a necessity.”

“Net, I am already in love with you. Marry me.”

She gasped. “Buy me dinner first! Jeez.”

“I mean, I already bruised your entire back, so–”

Netty shoved her, ignoring the press of pain in her own side. These were going to be an interesting few weeks.

my siblings and I have this tumblr vs. tiktok culture war going where we make fun of each other for not knowing our social media references, and it's this whole thing. They call me old for using tumblr and I call them gen alpha for using tiktok. But. A few days ago I wrote "it's pride month! You know what that means!" on my sister's whiteboard, fully expecting them to get it because it's EVERYWHERE on this godforsaken website, but no. You know what my brother wrote in response? "PURGE."