S4!Scar's Base Is So Cool And Shelters All The Dead Scars

Short version of my headcannon, while Dream was trapped in stone, the only sense he had access too was his Empathic ability to feel others' emotions. After only having access to that sense, it's extremely powerful and sensitive to the world around Dream! He could wear a blindfold, cover his ears, and have his arms around his back and navigate through a new area with ease through a flick of his fingers. aka Dream has emotional echolocation!! Long version: Going on with the idea that once Dream was trapped in stone he was still conscious for a period of time he'd lack all his senses. There is nothing to hear, the rock was all over every phalange, nose, and eyes. Even if there was a chance to taste something, that too was gone, covered in a layer of gray. For the time he is conscious, Dream loses access to all his senses besides one- his empathy. The magical ability to feel the emotions of others and the world around.

When someone loses their eyesight, its often found that their hearing gets better as a result do to lacking that sense. This is what Dream experiences while stuck as stone. That subtle, innate ability to feel what others are becomes more sensitive, growing and reaching out in strands to absorb all it can under Dream's distress. As a kid, Dream always knew that emotions remained inside of objects, and that emotions could be left over them. Often, it took some focus to tap into these feelings, but didn't take up any magical. After being trapped, feeling the emotions from the grass becomes as natural as breathing, grabbing onto the distant bundle of negativity is like his soul beating, and anything any being comes close to Dream the powerful magic curls around them. Not feeling any of the emotions around is a sentence for fading, so it seeks the emotions the villagers left behind for weeks in the dust, magic desperately holding onto blood and poison, staying inside the melancholic cloth for as long as it's able. Dream's magic grabs at it all- negative and positive- and, sadly, results in Dream staying conscious much longer than another monster would have.

When he is finally free from stone, between suddenly having 5 more senses and his sixth being so sensitive, it's all too much, and sensory overloads are overwhelmingly common for a long while (they don't ever leave though. Dream only learns how to live with them). He doesn't have a clue how long he was conscious inside the stone, but by the end only there through fleeting moments of birds making nests and mice finding a filling meal. It's not uncommon to find Dream curled up, trying only to tune into his Empathy. His sixth sense being more sensitive never ever leaves even after getting his other weakened 5 senses back (foods never tasted as vibrant as it did when he was with his brother, Dream likes to believe that's nostalgia speaking). Later on in the aging universe, it's not uncommon to find him wearing soundproof headphones, and gloves are simply a permanent fixture.

Dream is able to feel the feeling inside something as miniscule as a leaf (someone had touched it one day ago, leaving behind a lackluster combination of screeching and a warm, endearing smile). If his eyes are shut, with a flick of his finger he can see and navigate a busy street without much strain. Although, clicking his tongue to send out the wave of magic always makes him smile, giggling as the feelings map themselves out (he refuses to do this with anyone else around, the action held close to his soul behind a brick wall). Safe to say he has spooked Blue with this bat-like ability multiple times. Blue has walked into the room and Dream's looked completely the other way with headphones and an eye-mask on, only to turn and wave at him. It becomes near impossible to hide from Dream if you're nearby. A simple wave of the hand can reveal all the hugs in one's scarf, the screaming from a blade, or the childish laughter from worn shoes.

(Dream keeps this last fact a secret: Stuck surrounded by his own brothers' emotions for so long, his powers clung to Nightmare's feelings. Easily, without question, Dream would always be able to pick out Nightmare in a large crowd. Inside an au, his Empathy targets the strained ball of negativity and tells Dream where his general location is without even thinking twice about it. Sometimes it happens so unconsciously Dream doesn't realize, stuck with a sad smile and lost laughter aches.)

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.

Grian signing Mumbo up for Mayor

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

they can finally rest, he's keeping them safe :)

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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. )

so with advice from the dead / and a halo over my head

@i-maybe-exist @redraspberrycats @chaos-creature1 @kukurami @jasmineon @immabethehero @thegoopoftheday @just-spacetrash @jenngo @ayyitsmelody @oasisofgalaxies

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