Observers Stories

The Watcher Village is under the authority of a responsible village chief, willing to sacrifice everything to protect what must be protected. But, a major incident is inevitable. Will his choice be the right one, or will it bring disaster to the peace of the universe?

The North Union has been dragged into yet another war with the sirens- at least that's what it seemed like to the other nations. What's even more strange to the other nations is that the North Union isn't requesting any help! It won't be long before neighboring nations have no choice but to get themselves involved in the crossfire, so what are the North Union and the sirens to do when that happens?

WARNING! : SLOW UPDATES! Just a normal girl wanting to experience Hogwarts life in the Harry Potter universe ^_^ - Observer, Ai Hyperion Lambda

Love, longing, hope, fear - The Observer writes it all. These are letters to the world, to strangers, and to the self. A collection of thoughts from a heart that sees and feels everything. ***You're free to use my work, just please credit me.***

They are the Collective,he's only human.Why wouldn't he want to join them?Well they're quiet persuasive.

An former Iron-Blood captain is given command of the Mediterranean theater of Iron-Blood's operations. Being far from home in the presence of other nations it gives them insight on how far the government and military has fallen. Starting with building up the fleet he intends to completely crush Iron-Blood and rebuild it from the ground up. Originally this had a 3-way relationship but I'm putting in a harem of 7 people and nothing more. Please don't hate me but the characters will be staggered in their introduction

Ever since the North Union announced themselves as full-fledged allies of the sirens, the very alien race that once tortured them and the entirety of the world, the Russian girls and their komandir have become cold traitors. Now the whole world wants their heads, but can they really go up against what could be an endless threat and live to tell the tale? Once again told through the komandir's eyes, and possibly for the last tine, this is the story of how the North Union faced off with the entire world...

this is a gender bent Tribetwelve Au, cause nobody else would do it. ___________________________________________________ Noah is still stuck in the collective realm and her only company is her cousin Mila... And of course the sick and twisted Observer who is always playing games and tricks with noah to drive her to insanity. That's all it ever is. A game. But when Noah finally free from the torturous hellhole, observer must be punished. Punished as is beating, burned and tortured. Observer escapes, obviously. No one knows how but, whatever. The only person Observer can go to is Noah in order to be hidden from the collective. Plus, she needed her wounds tended to. Noah let's her in as long as observer never goes back to the collective ever. EVER. again. Welp. Now Observer has to work with this sassy drunk girl. ___________________________________________________ pretty weird plot, I know. I just came up with it but hey, I can work with it. Thank you for reading!!!

This story will be taking several liberties, including but not limited to uncannonical events. The pairing that will be presented to the viewer is quite rare, and this story is probably one of the first of its kind regarding specifics. The pairing? A severely minor character known as 'Kat' and the Observer with his vessel. Odd, I'm aware. [ Acknowledgements ] * Cover art belongs to its proper owner. * 'TribeTwelve' and the characters mentioned belong to Adam Rosner.

Two friends meet up in real life only to discover something

observer's insta.

enemies, acquaintances, friends, crushes, lovers

q&a

the man who watched and thought well-beyond simplicity. ~~ *I DO NOT OWN THE BACKGROUND IMAGE FOR THE COVER. All rights go to its respectful owner(s).*

When a quiet young man stumbles upon a mysterious footprint in his backyard, a strange sequence of clues begins to unfold-feathers, whispers, and shadows that seem to be watching him. As he stalks the eerie signs left behind, each step pulls him deeper into an invisible mystery stitched into the corners of his everyday life. Told in a deeply personal, conversational voice, Trace is a suspenseful, slow-burning journey of observation, obsession, and the things we almost see when no one's looking.

Noah x Observer IMPORTANT-- this story will not be updated any further

Stories can tell a lot about a person. The stories they read, the stories they tell and the stories others tell of them. This is a story for a scared man about a young being exploring himself, others and the world around him.The

(Utterances of a spoken mute)

Voici un premier chapitre ou bien une nouvelle ou encore la seule micro histoire que j'intégrerai à ce titre. Je ne sais pas encore quoi en faire mais elle me plait. En même temps les inconnus sont tellement fascinants...

The sun rises from the mountains in the east and falls back to sleep with the hills in the west, yet the birds at my window never fret. *** NOTE: I'm new at this, and by "this" I mean writing a poem and making it public without overthinking it. I wrote this bit a few days ago, if I am correct, and intrusivity won after telling me to post it so here you have it folks!! Tell me what you think, what you liked or what you didn't (constructive criticism is always appreciated) leave a comment and a vote and... enjoy :) P.S: I do not own any of the pictures used, all rights to rightful owner. Alrighto you can get to the poem now after me being as fussy as an old grandpa.