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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Ink!Sans belongs to Comyet!
[Suffering - Epic: the Musical x Underverse animatic ]
I'm so relieved this is finally done. This took me literally months to make.
I just wanted to combine two of my favorite interests together lol
I also personally see Cross and Dream fitting the Odysseus and Penelope roles very well tbh
Anyways, maybe I'll make more eventually, I had a lot of fun making this one
What the Grian what the grian what the grain what the grain-
Grian: The boulder- the Entity, it kinda took over. It spoke to me, it said “I don’t want to be a house.” It speaks to you- YEAH THIS THING IS SENTIENT ( I.E me hearing a comment and taking it way out of context into lore. ) Grian mentioned that, after the creation of his starter house, he aims for the vibe of sort of studying the boulder- The Entity <3.
It’s all a faux. Grian actually is The Entity, or connected in some way, and he’s building the starter base to hide this fact from the other hermits. They can’t know where, why, and how it exists. You aren’t supposed to question The Entity after all.
Grian found the heart of The Entity in the hermitisspi It was before a majority of the hermits had arrived in s9. He had taken the heart and hid it in his inventory, it called and spoke to him. When Grian set up shop, it just had the chance of the heart attaching onto stone block and Grian now is doing his best to make the boulder look pretty.
The water circle around the heart is there to hold its heart in place. But it also provides life to the outside area. So despite the area being covered in stone, some hermits where highly confused on the first day when flowers and half grown trees got left in Grian’s wake after getting shoved into the river.
Mumbo got to hold the heart once, only once because Grian was fumbling around and now he is very, very concerned. The heartbeat was nothing like Grian had described it to be calming, majestic, the newest song around! It was just weird and disgusting, nothing even close to the “siren song,” Grian described. So maybe he was alright with Grian setting up a place to study The Entity, and maybe he might be taking copies of those notes whenever he asks to read about them.
fic posting YIPPE
Time had stopped one trillion steps ago. Laugher bubbles from beyond the atmosphere. On the other side of a non-existent mirror. They smile with their eyes, their being touching every segment of the barrier, clacking a head against it softly. A blue moon shimmers back, full of the same old book smell and a parent with a puffed chest speaking of their children. It rumbled, leaving behind echoes of a xylophone and oh, their bright, sun-struck soul could touch the sky. -- OR, in which it's been 166 years since the corruption and deletion of Dreamtale. Nightmare's made a home for himself, Dream's an unstable corrupted creature, and Error has a crippling fear of his mistakes.
The Entity <3
The poem is lovely and yes eldritch horror lets go! Patpat, go on little horror breathing rock. I swear the heartbeat is nice, I don’t get this fear aspect.
There's a horror that's appeared
To the unseeing
It's just a rock
A simple, normal rock
But how it breathes
You can see it take a breath
Feel the beating heart
And observe the twitch
You see it
And all you feel
Is horror
Heeeeyyyy. Yes. This is about Grian's Entity. I am concerned for our bird boy.
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. )
I lobe them, cute, patpat, best boulder doggo, the entity <3 So amazing.
…I may have made the Entity a stone golem dog thing
CW: Dissociation, Body Horror, Lucid Dreaming, Derealization, generally losing control of your body(please tell me if I missed any, thank you!)
An AU where the MTT + Cross are all trapped within a nightmare, created in part by Pass!NM in a desperate attempt to create a loving, nurturing family, then Corrupted in an effort to survive. All of them aren't in control of themselves, only able l to watch and listen as their bodies move and speak without input from themselves. Someone else is in the drivers seat and the gang is sat in the back, forced to watch as the bad, bad driver continue down the road.
They know this is wrong. Killer being overly emotional, Horror endlessly cooking, Dust talking, and Cross being a big ol' baby. Nothing about this is normal. Especially not the little kid running around.
In the real world they actually lowkey only tolerate each other. Every single one too afraid of Nightmare to try anything in particular. With Killer having been recently replaced and all, it wouldn't bode well to try and cause conflict. But tldr; they have bare minimum tolerance for each other and new Killer is still a complete, negative bubbling mess trying to get their head together. They have basic respect. That does not entail having movie nights or cuddle piles(DEFINITELY not cuddle piles. Eugh Dust barely got enough control of his wheel to escape that night).
Regardless, they can all tell this dream they're in isn't real. Waving to each other each morning with a smile isn't them. And now its up to the four to break free from Nightmare's control and escape from whatever hellish alternative nightmare this is.
Teehee Dream doing enough damage to Nightmare to cause his form to start falling down and, desperately trying to survive, pulling his four subordinates into a horrific nightmare(being a loving family). Making little Passive happy too is key to his survival. Imagine Passive and whatever magic corrupt used is pretty much all Corrupt had left. So now its a tale of making Passive happy, making him eager for the future, and by proxy Corrupt's life. Then Corrupt absorbing all the negative feelings of his subordinates tied like puppet strings. Only ever planning to release them once he's recovered enough to retain his usual physical form. That is.. if they make it to that point.
Imagine that through how much energy Corrupted is draining from his gang they physically cannot keep up with the demand. Corrupted is slowly draining their souls away, taking piece by piece of all the Negativity out. They can only watch as Passive cries and is asking why one of them is dying and want nothing more than to turn away, only able to feel the core of happiness left inside them. They're on a clock to try and escape from this paradise.
Oh and pass!NM being the eldritch horror of this dream. Hes nigh unpredictable. Whatever he says goes. Reading a book to bed, hugs, long, exhausting talks. Anything he wants WILL happen. It doesn't matter how much resistant one has developed. He randomly appears in places, as if theres teleportation. The rooms he's in are always brighter and the shadows hug him tightly.
They are definitely stuck in an world with a little, sad kid with hundreds of issues which they cannot upset at all giggle
tumblr making my images blurry is so untrue of them (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ
but yippee i finally drew a skeleton (yayyy yay who cheered i did)
Watcher Grian, The Entity, and Eldritch Being EnthusiastNow inculdes UTMV!| PFP by @cactuupng |
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