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paddysol · 12 hours
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watcher grian still has my whole heart
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chevibeneath · 2 days
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watcher grian + scrapped version
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goldencassius · 2 days
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Watcher! Grian for the soul☺
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paradoxicalloopy · 7 hours
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Biro i hope you now know what i meant
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artseadragon · 3 days
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Wip sketches of a shit-ton of pixel Grians
there will be so many
(Ignore that I'm posting this again but on the right blog this time)
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aquinnix · 16 hours
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What happens when the clock loses its purpose? When its ticking becomes no more than a phantom drumbeat driving one further into insanity? When its hands are those of a metronome that goes back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and? When its numbers fade and twist because they have lost their purpose as well? When there is nothing but the dark? 
But it’s not just dark. No, it is so much more. It has countless agonizing dimensions that fold and swim and blind. 
Did you forget you can’t move? Of course you did. Memories have lost their purpose here. 
There is no purpose left, it is swallowed up by the not quite dark because you know that you will never experience true darkness ever again. 
There is only one thing that remains beside you in that room that was never truly a room and its locked door that was never truly a door. 
Pain. 
White hot agony. 
But that’s fine. Because the sting is a hug and you are so desperate for a distraction. 
The walls are closing in, but there are none. Yet it is still getting harder and harder to breathe. Because there is no air, and you have no lungs. Blood and organs have lost their purpose too. 
And then They come, and you can see now for the first time but you never stopped seeing. 
They ask you a question.
Would you like to play a game? 
You try to speak but you can’t form words without a mouth. But They still know, They always know, you know too. 
Yes. 
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mangoish · 2 months
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marblegroves · 6 months
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Secret Life Fanmade Opening
Managed to scramble this together the past week for an after effects class ^^
The song I used is 12 by Kroh! Go check it out ✌️
I'll be adding some sketches, assets, and stills below for those interested 👌
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fishymom-art · 4 months
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A birdie on his shoulder told him that he owes him his first life.
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gethalloweened · 6 months
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I persent to you
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The most normal thing I've done
(We're now at the point where people don't even know who grian is anymore, which is hilarious to me)
((HOW DOES THIS KEEP GOING WADAHELL I mean good to know that I am funny 😭))
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zolovana · 9 months
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Soul yarn made from the fabric of universe itself
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kelddaa · 1 month
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Set after Limited Life session 7
Someone explained it pretty well in the rbs already but my main idea here was just that Grian didn’t seem to express much regret for all the deaths he’s caused, even amongst his closest allies each season (3rd life might be an exception).
(also ik he wasn't the main cause of jimmy and joel's deaths in LimLife, but their deaths were the catalyst of his regret in this instance which make them relevant in my mind)
I wanted to explore the idea that maybe he isn’t allowed to per his watcher identity, that he knows these games have consequences and fighting against them is useless.
And yet even still he pleads.
On a more realistic note, I drew this whole comic within like two days bc I wanted to get it out before the LimLife finale after the penultimate session. There are some things I would’ve done differently now a year later to make it more coherent but I don’t want to change it.
Life Series Grian is a very complicated character (all of the players are, let’s be real) and this comic only begins to scratch at the surface of how I interpret him.
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sweasling · 4 months
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he is so very special to me !!! the video version of this w the audio is on my tiktok : @/satellitesignal !!!
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sygni · 3 months
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watcher grian design
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noebego · 2 months
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astrowarr · 5 months
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i just watched scott's session 7 and noticed a pattern: every single person forgot about grian.
grian hasn't been caught yet, cleo and scott establish. barely a minute later, scott is leading cleo and bigb by the hands to his secret spot and saying "i think we're the last three." like the name has slipped right out of his hands.
as etho tells the other zombies that no, actually, he doesn't want to kill cleo, it occurs to him suddenly. "actually, i kind of want grian to succeed on this, don't i? he's my teammate," he says, not like he doesn't care for grian, but like he's shocked he even forgot in the first place. (seconds later, he lifts his gaze to the sky, and he sees where grian is hiding. he's the only one who sees. he carries this secret with him as he watches grian run, an apology of sorts; sorry I forgot. I hope this makes it better.)
but it got me thinking: this is what grian does, isn't it? even since 3rd life, where he hid in the shadow of scar, whose face was always, always in the light, as he burrowed under doorways, covered in redstone and days-old blood. no one thinks of him as scar sells them the coffins grian will put them in.
grian has mastered the art of becoming nothing. he's so nothing, in fact, that his presence glances off the skin of even his friends. his name slips away from them. he disappears time and time again, falling through their fingers like sand. there are brief moments: "where's grian?" someone asks, but their blood is boiling and their fingers are itching. the image is a mirage and the sand crumbles at their fingertips. it's gone as soon as it comes; back to cleo, green cleo, uninfected cleo.
a reminder, perhaps from the universe itself. he is nothing but a ghost of a memory, a whisper of a promise. this is by design. the universe is telling him this, as it strings grian up limb by limb: you were only ever meant to watch.
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