Head Hunt

my epic tribute to the watchers

I made a Dream Sans playlist a while back and yeeted one particular song onto it because I thought it fit Dream REALLY well. But I suck at character playlists, so it's been around for 5 months and only has 5 songs, but I checked a week back and saw that someone had saved it LMAO I hadn't shared the playlist link with another person therefore seeing it saved was a big happy jumpscare. I know not who you are but dear random person, my playlist has been upp'ed to approx. SEVEN songs(wooo!!!) Said song I made the entire playlist for btw

(Another song from this Album, Long Throes, also fits Dream. But this one has on its own given me 3 animatic ideas and I named my Molehill Dreamtale AU after it please it's so good)

i finishee an artstyle/comic study(kinda) of ur art :D

i just wanted to show it :))

I wanted to add colour but i got bored ,_,

UGHH THIS LOOKS SO GOOD OMGGGGGGG IM EATING IT NOMNOMNOMNOM

YOUR ART IS FUCKING GORGEOUS AAAAHHH

And oml the way you arranged the panels and the scenes is top notch, the perspectives, the closeups, everything! Wayyyy better than how I do it tbh

Like you literally just went and studied my art then surpassed it /pos

I absolutely ADORE the lil markings under Dream’s eyes eeeeeeee

This is so beautiful, hope you don’t mind me making a lil redraw of my fave panel <33333

After two years I think it's finally time to use my drawing tablet again, because my ipad literally tried to delete everything I drew for this

I lobe them, cute, patpat, best boulder doggo, the entity <3 So amazing.

…I may have made the Entity a stone golem dog thing

eueueue powerful sl!Scar concept eueueue

Scar continually pressing the button, gaining 5 hearts every few minutes and just hoping at some point it'll all end. He didn't try and bury anyone, his time was spent processing his situation. Equating it through his mind, understanding that the world was coated in silence since everyone was dead- that this is how all the previous winners felt. This was why Pearl was willing to sacrifice herself. The after, the winners spot was horrific and it is taking chomps out of Scar's body, and will slowly continue to do so until there is no more.

Scar let himself be blown up by creepers, slept without any protection, removed his armor because it was getting heavy and nothing could stop him from pressing that button. Nothing to stop those hearts from getting more and more. It was ages before something finally changed. Grian took pity, having been watching Scar this entire time, figuring eventually he'd pass and they'd all be sent home because this is Scar. Even if he survived this life series he still respawns every week inside of hermitcraft. He isn't careful, and he knew Scar wouldn't be careful during these remaining days. So Grian does /kill, and Scar screams in pain because he still stood. Still took a breath in, still cried the entire time and sobbed as he slammed the button down again.

In minecraft the /kill command is based off a certain amount of hearts. So if your hearts exceed the /kill command amount, then you will not die. I know the actual amount is extremely high and its unlikely Scar ever achieves that amount of hearts within a week of clicking the button over and over again, he probably gets really high, and the /kill can't kill him anymore. So instead the code is left eating away like a poison affect, slowly biting down on Scar's code and trying to eat through all the hearts to kill scar and it doesn't work. ( This implies by the time they do manage to move on from the Secret Life server/world, Scar would still be a red life since he hasn't died. )

To any fic writers who worry they are wasting their time... I read a fic for a relatively small and inactive fandom about three years ago. And there was one specific scene where a character watched another dancing like an idiot to a beyonce song and it was so sweet and loving that even now years later I have that song on one of my spotify playlist so every once in a while it will play and remind me of that fic, and every time it does I smile and feel a little happier.

The stats on a fic will never really tell you if your writing touched someone. There's no numerical way to show you what impact you made. Maybe you are wasting time, or maybe you are writing something that someone will remember for a long time, something that will never fail to make them smile.

MATE mate mate. Scott, discovering the soulmate feature is terrified. He and Jimmy where soulmates, sealed with one red flower and dreams. Could this end the same? Heartbreak, dragging his soulmates dead body into a grave, sobbing with dirtied hands and an anvil hanging over their chest. Who would want to experience that again? Scott sure wouldn’t. Everyone around is jumping for joy, wincing at the punches to arms but cheering because the one ahead of them held their own, hissing and looking up. A glaze of realization then wide smiles and cheering sounds. Standing side by side with pride and towards each other. Looking around the caves and newly formed world with newfound confidence. ( Jimmy had done that. In a cave, handed a pretty poppy over. It was a joke really. Didn’t stop him from kneeling over Jimmy’s grave and hiding his tears, a red and yellow watching from a distance. ) Going on, throughout the world and spectating, his arms rub each other, pressing down against the inflamed warmth of his soulmates pain. ( Its not Jimmy- Its not Jimmy- Its not Jimmy- ) It felt similar. Back then, 3rd lives, the first version, watching the fire race up his arms and the yellow take him. The weight sitting upon his chest, the dry mouth and itchy eyes. Then the deep breaths, feel pounding against the wooden floor to the backup armor. A communicator creating lines in his hands. ( It wasn’t real- Jimmy wasn’t the first gone! ) No one would want that. He’d never want to feel that again. And yet- they all did. Every single one. Stumbling through the forest, clutching tightly to an apple, the zombie next to him speaks, “what if we just- formed our own alliance?” Cleo spoke, walking up next to him, “they’re off doing their own things! We’ve been looking everywhere for them and spoke to everybody!”

Cleo doesn’t. Cleo doesn’t want her soulmate. Scott doesn’t want his soulmate. ( They shouldn’t be causing us pain. “How uncaring,” Cleo had uttered. ) Scott smiles, “sounds like fun!”

pearl, martyn, cleo, and scott are gonna be the fucking death of me by the way. like i just already know this. cleo and scott choose to be soulmates and break up with pearl and martyn. martyn and cleo fight each other, despite the fact that hitting each other with axes hurts each other. pearl, left alone, is just like “oh no i have been abandoned :(“. soulmates of choice… soulmates who want to be but their partner doesn’t want to be… a divorce has ALREADY HAPPENED… cleo and scott’s houses with the bridge between them… i am not normally a sucker for soulmate tropes but when i am this shit is literally all the stuff i fall for i am going to go SO INSANE over them

Real quick I love Undertale and Hermitcraft but I made a side-blog for tim drake and batman in general because that fixiation is back full force @two-juncture and to learn how side-blogs work fully and keep this blog semi-organized

InktoberTale Day 1: Ink Warm-Up!

Adjusting to anything is changing. Say, a new family member, or a shift in a lifestyle. Sometimes it is a peaceful walk through the park, other times you have to step into the volcano with a smile. The universe discovered though that change is needed. People need to adapt, grow, and shift. And for you?

The milky white void stings your eyes as little giggles chime in the air. Cringing, you raise your hands and gasp as the void twirls, putting on an elegant dance with browns, yellows, and pinks splashed into the whites. Legs failing, the rollercoaster finally arrives at its destination, and you gasp for a breath.

Straight ahead, two big, upside-down shapes stare past your soul. Above the black holes and shapes, you see the other gasp, “look! A friend has decided to join us!”

Tilting your head, you stare down the monster- a skeleton. Narrowing your eyes, you watch the others smile grow. Bird calls sing through the air. You focus on the black birth mark atop their cheek. That's the face from the dreams. 

Ink waves with a paper in hand, “hello, very curious creator! Welcome to the doodle sphere!” Both arms raise up, Ink performing a jazz hand and slowly going down, like a sun vanishing into the earth.

Following the skeletal hands you see more off-white backgrounds, piles of paper, then a mountain of said paper, which with a little cleared out path led straight to landfills of it. Eyes returning to Ink, behind him there's a floating human. Their shirt blue and purple, striped, with shut eyes and dark brown hair.

The skeleton spins away, leaving the flickering creator visible, more see through, more there. They squeak, legs kicking out and arms making a swim motion, reaching Ink's physical form and slipping back behind the skeleton. Shifting blue loading eye lights turn and stare into the void.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. Another creator has only come to say hello!" They call out, but the other creator does not show. Although, there's a distant bird call. Ink moves his head towards the call, and their eye lights change to squares with a shining grin. "I think that is an incredible idea!" The skeleton broadcasts with glee, it reminds you of a ringleader, someone at the center of everything.

One moment later the bird churr-churr comes back, pounding a little like a drumbeat, a grumble and pop and it grows and booms- and your fellow creator pokes their head back into vision of you with a little frown.

Ink taps his chin, still looking to the dumped papers opposite of you, "It's a wonderous idea! I'm sure your fellow creator would love to hear your story!"

Hear another's story? That's never happened here before.

You can hear Ink's sly smile in the air as he turns to look at you, "It's rare for creators to appear in another creator's world without an introduction!" He explains while facing you with one sun shaped eyelight, "this creator," his free hand waves to the hidden human-ghost-esk creator, "would like to share their story with you."

There is a glint in the other's eyes as they bend down to where Ink's ears would be a low looming whistle. The chimes ring as Ink lets out a full laugh, summoning a pencil to his fingertips and writing on the paper. "That's a great addition!"

You don’t know yet how this particular change is going to affect you. Does anyone even know when it begins how much you can change by the end? Does the change ever really stop? The fellow creator shuffles, slowly lifting their head to look at you.

Smiling, you nod to them. Who wouldn't want to read a new story?

Both of the other's glow like fireflies, Ink cheering and the creator getting a miniature smile. After a moment, the paper levitates from Ink's hands, "this is their story," he starts walking towards you, "they've asked me to share that it is not complete yet and constructive criticism is appreciated! They'd like to improve, and the best way to do that is through each other!" Ink pauses, "and practice too of course!"

Floating down, you hold out your hands, taking in the dusty and new flowery smell of the paper. Glancing up, a gigantic smile to your fellow creator, who lets a chirp echo throughout the universe and slips back behind Ink.

The skeleton sits down criss-cross-apple-sauce- he snorts. Glancing away just for a second and eyelights returning as bright colors. Leaning forward with a bit of a mischievous grin, "Are you ready to dive into this story?" His eyes turn behind him, "and for you to be sharing your own story?" It's light and warm and full of pride.

It was as if someone had turned on a flashlight with how wide their smile became and with their entire form floating up.

You grasp the edges of the paper, clear your throat, and begin with the first sentence, "once upon a time-"

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The Inktobertale/Inktale challenge originates from the mix of Inktale and October.

The challenge consists of drawing a prompt with Ink!Sans either every day during the month of October, or during the highlighted days for a

Ink!Sans belongs to Comyet!