I Lobe Them, Cute, Patpat, Best Boulder Doggo, The Entity

The Entity my beloved

This boulder? I love this boulder.

It absorbs the items that are placed nearby its sides. When Grian is selling certain items, the boulder changes absorbs the items and adapts- its like camouflage! Right now it looks like a normal boulder because of the fact that its placed on stone and adapting to said stone. The green is its base form!

Somehow, it correlates to Watcher!Grain. Either he helped create is, understands what it is, ect. It’s not meant to be understood despire other’s curiosity. The Entity is just meant to look cool after a period of time, and somewhere everyone should shop and love and shop there and hear the heart beat.

They still don’t understand how the sand on its side isn’t falling, its almost stuck to The Entity somehow.

The heart, although normally would be quite creepy, its not. No one knows why, but the feel of the shop is calming. To the other hermits it makes sense as to why Grian lived in it and made it into a shop. There’s flakes in the air, the Boulder is dim, a few lanterns hanging from glowstone, gold, and shroomlights all around, leading and highlighting each item. Throughout The Entity, the heart beats. It’s a long, drawn out song that twinkles with the amethyst below the hermits feet.

I want to start a rock collection, I adore this little eldritch rock. I want to hold and never let go. Also it’d be sick if it was inspired by the Boatem Eldritch Horror the fanbase created.

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

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)

c!Tommy and his black and white views.

 /rp

I was pacing and thinking about Techno's speech and about Thesues, and how he said “So you want to be a hero Tommy?” He said want. And that sparked my interest. Which then redeemed this rant on Tommy’s character. ( I’m new to this please be nice to me. This was just a ramble I did on a discord in a #lore channel. This includes a few of the concepts we’ve came together with on the discord and that have been developed, Dream’s character being a big reason. )

He's the only character on the SMP with black and white views. Everyone else has some form of gray in their choices, can acknowledge they messed up from people around them. The only people I see relating to Tommy's views closely are Schaltt and Dream. Schaltt never admitted he was good, never admitted he was bad either. But he desired power. And everyone left him. Everyone hated him. He was left alone and in his final moments acknowledged he was in the bad. Saw that he was the bad guy to everyone.

Dream once held a large part of Tommy's views. Dream wanted to be the hero. He wants a era of peace, he wants a Dystopia. A group of people aligned under laws intended to create peace, but in the end will cause chaos. Maybe not terribly bad laws, but enough to hold peace as he cares for those within his kingdom. He cares for justice and will enforce the laws, no matter what it takes. He wants a land of peace. A land where friends can all be "one big happy family." Dream realized that promoting peace, promoting pacifist ideals wouldn't achieve those desires. First he offered peace to L'manburg, and when they denied to raise the white flags? Second, he attacked. He was enforcing the law and believing he was enforcing peace within his nation, when all he was brewing was war. He saw himself as the good guy. The leader trying to create peace for his nation. Then this desire became impossible with Tommy. Dream always took brash actions to get what he desired, - take banning Tommy on his first day due to the chaos he brought to the server, or exploding L’manburg, - he takes the steps he needs to enforce the peace, believing he's the hero all along the way. Tommy existing has created chaos. Ruined peace. L'manburg disrupted his peace. Wilbur was apart of this chaos, and Dream got rid of him. Dream is willing to become the bad guy to protect his nation and help bring it to peace, even if that means he needs to become the villain in everyone's eyes. ( Or he got corrupted by chaos and power. ) "You either die a hero, or live long enough to become the villain." He tried to be the hero, - possibly still tries to be the hero, - and became the bad guy. ( This was heavily iffy. Learning new things about Dream's character after writing some more. )

Tommy tries to be the hero.

Tommy has his black and white views. No matter what - Tommy is always in the right. ( When we are reading a story, there's our protagonist and antagonist. Usually our protagonist, - Tommy, - is in the morally right. ) Spite him stealing and griefing others houses, blowing them up and teasing others. Being blatantly rude, even towards his friends at times. Doesn't listen to orders and goes against them, is brash and quickly jumps to fighting. ( How much of this is morally good? ) Tommy's always in the right. He's the hero in his own story no matter how bad he is. He'll never admit he's in the wrong. He can't admit the such. Look at what happened to Wilbur? What if I became the same? Went insane and died? I promised to not be Wilbur- I refuse to be Wilbur. 

Tommy tried to be the hero, and did good things! ( Theseus tried to be the hero, and did good slaying the Minotaur. ) Tommy had to be good. No matter what. He'll never see himself as the villain, he’ll never be a bad guy, never be the villain. No one else believes there is a hero. No one else has the purely black and white views. Only Tommy does. Tommy is the hero. He's the only option - the only person who can truly fit being the hero. He's the only one who truly believes there's a hero.

"So you want to be the hero Tommy? Then die like one!"

PSPPSPS ITS THE SILLIES

Do read the tags but PSPSPSP GO READ THE SILLIES AND PASS NIGHTMARE AND THE GUYS IN ANGST TOWN! THIS IS SO WONDERFUL TO READ AND THE MUSICAL ADDITIONS ARE TOP TEIR!!!

@noitkot1 pspspspsps new chapter alert

CHAPTER FOUR IS OUT!!! Ive been forgetting to post about it here I think but yes!!! Go be free and enjoy the sillies!!!

and by sillies i mean;

It's Just A Lucid Nightmare (7388 words) by I8Chocolatecake Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Undertale (Video Game), Undertale Multiverse - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Nightmare Sans, horror sans, Killer Sans - Character, Dust Sans, Cross sans, Dream Sans, passive nightmare sans Additional Tags: its me, im back, in my Undertale phase, sorry mha readers, CW, for, canon-typical abuse, (Dreamtale), Torture, why are the sanses in the additional tags but not in the character tags where they should be, i think thats all but if i missed something please let me know in the comments !!, unreality, Kidnapping, Psychological Torture, Psychological Horror, dreaming (in a way), Punishment, Fear, Walking on Eggshells, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Mental Breakdown, (s), potentially, Illnesses, Magical Illness, undertale magic headcanons, You Have Been Warned Summary: Something is wrong. Something is wrong. Something is wrong, Something is- Nothing is wrong. Everyone is happy. We are all one big found family, in our nice castle! No one is hurting here. Everyone is happy. No one is dying. No one is sick. No one is leaving. We're happy here. I'm happy.

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.

It’s the best and smallest and happiest boulder around. No questioning the alive boulder, it is beauty and shall be loved as it is <3

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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.

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

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