Comet
A tail in the trail color, broad and solid behind a soft glowing head, tapers and fades by how long ago each point was drawn; a shower of falling sparks can be switched on.
132 styles, each with its own trail, hint panel, message skin and sounds. 6 come free with Input.Observer; the rest are one-time purchases you keep.
132 styles
A tail in the trail color, broad and solid behind a soft glowing head, tapers and fades by how long ago each point was drawn; a shower of falling sparks can be switched on.
A jagged electric bolt in a soft blue halo crackles to a fresh set of jags many times a second, its jags widest where it was just drawn; short forks flicker off the head and bright flashes pop at each point.
A dense column of flames rises from the path, swaying, shrinking and cooling from yellow through orange to red as they age, with an orange glow at the head and no line.
A thick rainbow band whose hue runs through the spectrum along the path and flows over time, broad and solid where just drawn, tapering and fading as each point ages.
A rocket trailing a thin gray line, with a small burst of crisp sparks in its own random color popping every 34 px of travel, fanning out and falling as they shrink; optional falling embers and smoke.
A lit neon-pink glass tube: a wide soft halo, a faint glass sleeve, a bright tube and a white-hot filament with round glass ends, flickering subtly like real gas discharge.
A dark lead came follows the stroke and irregular panes of ruby, sapphire, emerald, amber and amethyst glass set themselves on both sides of it, divided by cross-cames, each glowing as if backlit, with shafts of colored light and drifting motes falling from them.
A band of deep twilight sky opens along the path with faint stars twinkling in, and meteors keep peeling off it, all streaking the same way from one radiant, with tapered glowing tails shedding tiny sparks that scatter as each burns out.
It follows the cursor, slowly turning and tilting along the direction of travel, leaving a river of stars, small star clusters and nebula clouds along the path, every star drifting round its own slow orbit.
The star pulses as it follows the cursor, shedding a glowing plasma trail that flickers with convection, cooling from white-hot to deep red, and throwing off embers.
A broad, half-translucent water-blue line; every 44 px a ripple ring spreads into a flat ellipse and throws droplets up that arc and fall back.
Maple, oak, aspen and ginkgo leaves (26 variants, front and paler back) let go along a warm tapering line and tumble on the breeze.
An aurora curtain hangs from the line — sheared vertical rays, green to violet — under twinkling stars.
The line grows as a tapering branch with twigs; blossoms open along it with an overshoot and shed petals.
Fireflies lift off the line and wander, blinking on their own periods; some are out-of-focus bokeh.
A wooden rake draws the path into pale sand as fine parallel grooves, smooth river stones are set into it now and then with the grooves parting round them in raked rings, and a maple or bamboo leaf drifts slowly down.
The line becomes a soft band of sky running from night through a pink dawn, blue morning and golden afternoon to sunset and dusk, while the sun rides at the cursor -- pale gold, then white, then huge and red -- with cloud wisps catching the light, birds crossing and the first stars at the dusk end.
The line settles into a soft drift of snow with blue shadows and glints, snow-laden firs grow up beside it, intricate six-armed snowflakes drift down tumbling, a snowman is built ball by ball (carrot nose, scarf and bobble hat), and now and then a red cardinal flies in to perch on a fir.
A thick, slowly churning ribbon of lava follows the path, white-yellow at its heart and deep red at its edges, cooling behind the head as a dark ropy crust closes over it in plates with glowing cracks between, while bubbles bloop and pop, embers rise and dark smoke drifts off.
A twisting two-strand vine grows along the path, thin at its fresh tip and thickening as it matures, unfurling big glossy monstera and banana leaves and red-and-gold heliconias; the toucan flits from spot to spot near the cursor, drops drip off the vine and blue and orange butterflies flutter up out of it.
The funnel follows the cursor, leaning back and bending as it travels, its layered bands turning fastest near the ground; it scuffs a dusty track, swirls dust off the ground and lifts cartoon debris -- leaves, twigs, a few shingles and fence slats -- spiralling up it and flinging it off the top, while lightning flickers now and then in the cloud.
A coral reef grows along a sandy band (branching coral, brain coral, sea fans and swaying anemones) under dancing caustic light, while small reef fish of several kinds dart about, bubbles rise and now and then a hawksbill turtle glides by.
Wavering ghost-fire line; bats break away and flap off; violet and green wisps.
The lead reindeer and four pairs of reindeer then the sleigh follow the exact line; legs gallop with distance travelled; snowflakes spread out behind the runners with gold sleigh dust.
Forking sparks (each can fork twice as it dies), glitter and champagne bubbles over a short ember line.
A red and gold dragon chases the pearl, its body following the last 340 px of the line with a travelling ripple; auspicious clouds drift past.
A pink satin ribbon twists along the path, showing its bright face and its deeper back; hearts of every size -- red, pink, rose gold and outlined -- float up and sway among tiny sparkles.
A bald eagle glides at the cursor holding a waving red-and-white striped bunting with navy star fields along it, small sparks scattering.
Balloons in eight colors are let go from a bunch held at the cursor and float up, swaying, while flat paper confetti flutters down along a curling ribbon.
The turkey waddles along with the cursor, its banded tail fan opening as you draw, trailing twisted twine and shedding pumpkins, gourds, corn, apples and slices of pie with maple and oak leaves and warm embers.
The car drives the path, bobbing on its springs over whitewall tyres, the cans hopping and clattering on their strings, two satin ribbons streaming from the trunk, little hearts puffing from the exhaust and confetti tossed along the way.
It hops after the cursor in springy arcs, ears flopping, landing with a squash and leaving bunny tracks and a decorated pastel egg in a tuft of grass with a daisy, where now and then a chick cracks out and wobbles.
A calm spectrum ribbon flows back along the path with a slow gentle wave, two lights glide round the loop at the cursor and soft round lights drift away from the ribbon.
A glowing ECG trace is written along the path -- P wave, sharp QRS spike, T wave -- fading back like a monitor's phosphor, with teal, white and mint plus-sign sparkles drifting up.
A deep-blue wave rises along the path with a foam crest and a curl breaking at the head, paper boats on its crest lift as the tide comes up and red roses ride on it.
A waving pride-flag ribbon -- six-stripe rainbow, transgender or bisexual stripes -- follows the cursor, hearts in its colors float up and confetti flutters off while the heart beats to the music.
The dog tags swing from the cursor with every turn, trailing a waving navy ribbon edged in gold and set with white stars, shedding gold and white stars and sparkles.
The pencil draws a dusty, slightly broken line of chalk, dust puffing and crumbs falling off it, and sheds little hand-drawn doodles beside it -- gold stars, check marks, A+, ABC and 123.
The scrubbing brush squeezes out a glossy ribbon of white toothpaste with mint and aqua stripes twisting round it; foam froths up and pops, happy cartoon teeth pop up and bounce along with a sparkle "ting", and mint leaves and strands of floss drift away.
A woven fire hose with brass couplings snakes back along the path while a water stream jets forward from the nozzle and arcs down into droplets and mist; little flames flicker up beside the hose and are doused into steam, and a badge or a reflective chevron patch pops up now and then.
The badge rides the cursor, leaning into the turns with a glint sweeping across it, trailing a checkered band edged in a thin blue line with soft red and blue light-bar glows pulsing along it and gold stars shed off its edges.
It drives the path over a lane of red-and-yellow reflective chevrons, wheels turning, its light bar glowing red and white in turn and halos sweeping the road round it, the chevrons glinting as the light passes, plus badges and beating hearts floating up off its roof.
A dry-brush stroke of parallel bristle strands, each its own width and opacity, behind a flat wall-paint brush; optional paint drips run down.
Evenly spaced amber dots along the path, eaten by a wedge-mouthed orange disc that walks the path at its own pace, so a fast gesture leaves a corridor of dots ahead of it.
The raven flies the path trailing a thorned black briar (or a smeared stroke of black eyeliner ink) in a bruise-purple haze; black ink drips from it, black roses with crimson hearts bloom along it, raven feathers drift down and small silver stars glint.
The joint rides the cursor, its ember glowing and flicking sparks and ash, smoke curling off it; bold fan leaves and frosty buds with orange hairs drift off a red, gold and green ribbon while curls of lavender smoke rise and tiny glints twinkle.
Iridescent soap bubbles leave the wand along a faint rainbow-sheened streak, wobbling as they float up on the breeze, each popping into a ring and a spray of droplets when its time is up.
A red-and-cream striped tightrope hung with bunting follows a striped ball rolling along it in a spotlight, juggling balls arcing up off the rope among stars and confetti.
A green-felt line with a gold rim, studded with marquee bulbs chasing toward the cursor; poker chips tumble off it, card-suit pips float up among gold glints, and the dice roll and hop along behind the cursor.
The spoon flicks tomatoes, cream pies, peas, noodles, bread rolls and jello cubes off the path in spinning arcs that land as little splats, over a glossy squeeze of ketchup with a mustard squiggle.
Toadstools spring up along the path and breathe, a melting ribbon of flowing sixties colors waves and slumps behind the cursor, ripple rings breathe open, swirls and paisleys bloom beside it and glowing spores drift up in slow orbits.
Ivory and black tiles are set up one by one along the path at an even spacing, each popping into place with a tiny rock and settle, turned across the path to face the next, over a light pencil guide.
Two rows of metal teeth mesh behind the slider on a stitched denim tape, the pull swinging like a pendulum with every turn and stop and a glint running up the teeth now and then; zipped open, the teeth part instead and a seam of warm light shows between the tapes.
The ball turns as it follows the path, throwing pink, cyan, gold, violet and white light spots that sweep round and fade, while the floor under the path lights up in colored squares pulsing on the beat and sequin glints twinkle.
Cards are dealt along the path, each dropping in face down and flipping face up as it lands, red and black in turn, overlapping in a fanned tableau, while the dragged card swings with the motion.
The dolls skip after the cursor holding hands -- yarn hair bouncing, button eyes and stitched smiles -- over a patchwork ribbon with a running stitch and buttons sewn along it, little felt hearts floating up as they go.
A burrow crack splits open along the path, flicking out crumbs of dirt, and little monsters in five colors and shapes (one-eyed, horned, polka-dot, tentacled, fuzzy) pop up out of it, blink, wiggle, chomp at the air and duck back down, while the big one scampers after the cursor on hopping feet.
Clay lamps are set down along the path and catch from the flame you carry, rangoli dot-and-petal motifs blooming between them over a line of rice-flour dots.
Brass lanterns with ruby, emerald and amber glass hang and sway on a softly swagged string trailing from the moon, small eight-pointed stars twinkling round them.
Slim blue and white candles are set along the path and each catches as the carried flame passes, silver sparkles about them and now and then a gold coin flipping up; past eight the oldest burn down.
Marigold petals scatter and settle along the line as a petal path, and papel picado banners hang from it and flutter.
A satin ribbon follows a small fan of plumes; big plume feathers fan out to both sides and drift down, among flashing sequins and curling serpentine streamers.
Lotus-shaped banana-leaf floats, each with a lit candle, are set on the water along the line and drift slowly, bobbing over their reflections with rings spreading round them.
Koi in kohaku, showa, yamabuki and tancho patterns swim after the line, bending and swishing their tails, while lily pads float by and fine rings trail behind.
Shamrocks and clover leaves tumble off an emerald line braided with gold and settle; gold coins spin and glint, and now and then a four-leaf clover turns up with a sparkle.
Tufts of wheatgrass grow up along the line and sway, with hyacinths and painted eggs set down among them, while a little goldfish swims along at the head.
A curling turquoise wave with a white foam crest follows the line, throwing spray, with hibiscus and plumeria floating on it and a green sea turtle swimming at its head.
The sun turns slowly on its white triangle, trailing a waving ribbon of royal blue over red, shedding sampaguita blossoms and gold sparks.
A line of warm golden light follows the path, white lily petals drift down swaying and fluttering, and gold motes of light rise around it; the rays turn slowly behind the cross.
A spinning black-and-white ball rolls and hops along a mowed grass stripe edged in chalk, kicking up grass tufts and turf behind it.
The ball dribbles along the path, squashing and stretching at each bounce with a dust ring and sneaker scuffs, over a hardwood motion streak.
A small open-wheel race car drives the path, laying dark tyre marks, throwing tyre smoke on tight turns, with speed streaks flicking past.
The football spirals along a scarlet-and-cream flight line while a sea of red-shirted fans rises along the path and does the wave behind it, with corn kernels and paper confetti scattering.
The path rises into a towering breaking wave of layered deep teal with a lit lip and a thick foam crest hooking over the face, offshore spray blowing back off it and whitewater spilling at its foot, while the surfer rides the face at the cursor, carving the turns with fans of spray and the barrel pitching over just behind.
Seen from above, the swimmer swims freestyle along a lane of clear aqua water with wavering light, a dark lane line (a T at every turn) and red, white and blue lane ropes; each hand entry splashes and the flutter kick leaves a churning wake of bubbles.
The stick handles the puck along a strip of scuffed ice -- the puck sliding just ahead, the blade tapping it side to side on the straights -- while skates carve the ice and throw shaved snow at every hard turn and blue and red lines cross it now and then.
The long ribbon follows the stick in flowing spirals and snakes, whipping into tight coils on fast moves, while she leaps, holds an arabesque or turns with the motion; chalk puffs on the sharp turns and stars sparkle through the leaps.
It rides the path with its nose on the cursor, leaning with the slope, carving a deep groove in the snow with a blue shadowed wall and a sunlit lip; on sharp turns it drops into a heel-side or toe-side carve and throws a rooster tail of powder off the tail to the outside of the turn, and sun glints wink along the groove.
The burger follows the cursor, sizzling and leaning into the motion, over a ketchup and a mustard line weaving across each other; fries tumble off the path, grill smoke rises and grease spits.
It sprinkles droplets onto a freshly tilled row; seeds drop along it and sprout into swaying seedlings, and each droplet leaves a little ripple.
It drives the path laying two wide black tracks, burnout smoke off the rear tyres when it accelerates and exhaust flames popping when it runs fast.
Seen from above, the kayak follows the line while its paddler strokes left and right; each stroke bites in with a splash and leaves a swirl and drips on its side, and a V-shaped wake opens behind.
The needle swings to the way you're heading, boot prints follow a dashed blaze-orange map trail, and pines spring up beside it, now and then dropping a pinecone.
The bobber bobs along the water trailing a fine line back over the path, rings spreading round it and glints catching the light.
A woodland-camo ribbon with a blaze-orange stripe follows the line, deer and turkey tracks pressed into it, oak leaves tumbling and acorns dropping, while the compass turns with the travel and its needle swings back to north.
It bounces and rolls along a band of wet sand with the wash's foam lapping across it, leaving bare footprints, shells and starfish, while now and then a gull glides over.
It rides the path on two thin wheel streaks, kickflipping on sharp turns, throwing grind sparks off its tail on fast straight runs and slapping down star, bolt and target stickers.
The sub follows the path pumping on every beat, shock rings rolling off it, loose trunk rattle hopping on each kick, an LED underglow line glowing behind it.
The steaming cup rides the cursor at the end of a glossy espresso pour striped with crema; foam bubbles wink along the stream, steam curls up off it and roasted beans tumble away.
The bag pipes a twisted rope of star-tip rosettes in bands of pastel pink, pistachio, lavender and lemon; macarons hop off the frosting and bounce, sprinkles scatter and powdered sugar drifts down.
Track lays itself along the path, wooden ties and two steel rails, and the engine, its tender, a coach and a caboose follow it exactly, wheels turning, steam chuffing from the stack every stretch of track and sparks flying from the drivers at speed.
The lipstick drags a creamy, glossy swipe of color along the path, shedding fine glitter, twinkles and soft powder puffs, with now and then a kiss print, a compact mirror, a drop of nail polish or a flicked mascara wand.
It flies the path with its propeller a blur and the pilot's scarf streaming, banking into turns and half-rolling when it reverses, laying a skywriting smoke line that billows wider and slowly disperses -- a loop leaves a loop of smoke in the sky.
It sails the path on a lane of open water, heeling into its turns, its striped spinnaker filling and billowing on the straight runs, a V-shaped wake and foam opening behind while marker buoys bob along the course and gulls glide over.
The path is laid as an accordion-pleated paper strip in soft washi with a printed motif, and every so often a sheet on it folds itself into an origami crane -- square, bird base, crane -- that perches a moment and flaps away on a rising drift while paper squares tumble.
A spinning rope loop rides the cursor, its honda circling as it turns, and its rope runs back along the path as the trail, twisted and frayed at the end; boot-heel dust puffs up behind and a tumbleweed bounces along beside the rope.
The staff follows the path with a bar line every so often while the quill writes notes onto it -- quarters, eighths, beamed pairs, the odd half note, rest and sharp, ledger lines off the staff -- their height on the staff following the cursor's vertical motion, with a fleck of ink now and then.
The tape runs out along the path with ticks printed along its edge while the hammer taps a nail in every so often with a spark and a puff of sawdust, screws spin themselves in beside the tape and wood shavings curl down.
The shears snip along after the cursor, cutting a dashed "cut here" line behind them, and every snip drops a little tuft of hair in the chosen hair color that tumbles down and away.
A golden puppy gallops along the path chasing the bouncing ball, leaving alternating paw prints, a puff of dust at each stride and now and then a little heart.
The ball rolls ahead unspooling a soft, wavy strand of yarn, and a black-and-white tuxedo kitten in white socks trots behind it along the strand, stopping now and then to bat at it.
The bird flies at the cursor, beating its wings, with a loose flock of bluebirds, cardinals, goldfinches and robins following in bursts of flapping and short glides, shedding drifting feathers and gold sparkles.
It trots after the cursor stamping three-toed footprints left and right, a puff of dust at each step and now and then a fern frond or a pebble kicked up behind.
It ambles after the cursor along a swaying band of savanna grass, legs pacing with the distance and its neck nodding; flat-topped acacias grow beside the path, butterflies and birds flit past in warm dusty light, and when the cursor rests it dips its head to nibble.
Honeycomb cells tile themselves along the path and fill with glossy amber honey that drips, under a honey drizzle, while the bees loop figure-eights round the cursor, one now and then darting off, and pollen floats up.
It crawls after the cursor at its own slow pace, body stretching and gathering and eye stalks bobbing, laying a glossy slime trail with an oil-slick shimmer, sparkles, dew drops, clover and moss; when the cursor races ahead it strains to keep up, sweating, speed lines streaming off its shell.
It jets after the cursor mantle first, squeezing with every pulse, its eight suckered arms curling and trailing behind as color ripples down its skin, leaving a dispersing ink cloud and small bubbles.
The path is routed as copper traces at 0, 45 and 90 degrees over a solder-mask band, corners chamfered, vias at the bends, small surface-mount parts beside the copper and current pulses racing along it toward an airwire at the cursor.
The beam draws a green phosphor line in scanline bands on dark glass that decays from bright to dim, hex digits and code symbols are typed into a character grid beside it, and a block cursor rides the head.
An original 8-bit starship in eight hand-drawn headings chases the cursor, puffing chunky exhaust pixels, pixel stars streak past, and the cursor drops spinning coins the ship collects with a sparkle as it flies through them.
A frosted candy-colored tube shimmers behind the cursor, shedding spinning rainbow-sheen CDs, chrome stars, translucent candy bubbles, fluttering butterfly clips and glitter.
A candlestick chart forms along the path -- up candles where the cursor rises, down candles where it falls -- under a glowing gold trend line, coins tumble off and an arrow at the cursor points the way in the up or down color.
It drifts after the cursor, slowly tumbling, tethered by a gently curving coiled line laid back along the path, while backpack puffs nudge it along, tiny planets drift past at a distance, stars twinkle and the odd tool spins away.
The head rides the cursor burning one crisp kerf that glows white-hot, cools through yellow, orange and cherry red to a dark charred groove, while sparks spray off the cut and fall, smoke curls up and the sheet's registration grid shows round the head under a sweeping scan line.
Gears of several sizes spin up one after another along the path, each meshing with the last on alternating sides so neighbours turn opposite ways at their tooth ratio, over a fine brass chain, while the escapement ticks under its rocking anchor, rivets pop loose and puffs of steam escape.
A double helix twists along the path, two glossy strands winding round each other in depth, joined by four-colored base-pair rungs, the whole molecule slowly spinning while glowing motes and small ball-and-stick molecules drift away.
The saucer follows the cursor with its rim lights chasing round, its pale green beam pressing crop-circle rings into the path, sparkles drifting up the beam, while little green visitors are beamed down to wave and then beamed back up.
The wand leads a line of lavender spell light that sheds small stars, while floating candles drift up from beside the path.
The sword points along the stroke with a swallow-tailed blue-and-gold banner streaming from its hilt, sparks flying off the blade on a fast swing.
The orb blazes in a flickering cel-shaded aura, trailing an inked energy streak and rising flame wisps; impact stars pop along the path and speed lines streak past when the cursor moves fast.
The wand leads three twisting pink, lilac and mint ribbons that curl round each other, with pastel hearts floating up, glitter stars and sparkles.
A line of spell light in the chosen school's color, shedding motes that swirl and drift upward.
A ribbon of iridescent scales shimmers through aqua, periwinkle and violet with a pearly sheen, bubbles rising off it and pearls and seashells sinking from it, while a mermaid's tail swims at the cursor with a gentle flick.
It darts after the cursor behind a razor-thin ink slash with a bright steel edge, blinking ahead with afterimages when it falls behind, flinging spinning throwing stars that stick and fade, leaving smoke puffs and a few drifting leaves.
It gallops after the star along a soft rainbow road of six pastel bands, stamping golden horseshoes that burst into glitter stars, pastel clouds puffing behind its hooves and sparkles twinkling on the road.
It flies after the cursor on bat-like wings that beat faster as it speeds up, its long tail following its flight; on fast moves it breathes bursts of fire forward at the cursor that scorch the ground, over a smouldering line and drifting embers.
It flies fist-first after the cursor, crimson cape rippling harder as it speeds up, behind a bold inked motion streak with motion lines either side; halftone puffs drift off behind, speed lines streak past on fast moves and a jagged comic impact burst pops at every sharp turn.
Seen from the side it rows the path -- dragon-head prow, painted round shields along the gunwale, six oars sweeping together in rhythm, its striped square sail filling in the turns -- leaving a widening foam wake with curling crests, every stroke of the oars throwing up splashes.
It strides along leading the stroke, its banner streaming behind it, and the path hangs in the air as a polished katana cut: a curved steel arc with a darker spine, a wavy temper line and a bright edge that a glint runs along, sparks flying off a fast cut while red maple leaves drift down.
He gallops along the stroke, the pennant on his lance fluttering, a striped tilt rail on wooden posts laid along the path behind him and hoof dust and turf flying.
The tiara leads a ball gown's satin train of layered ruffle tiers, each gathered toward the cursor and flaring to a gold-trimmed scalloped hem, swaying gently and shedding sparkles and tiny rosebuds.
The whip follows the cursor, its tail lashing round on sharp turns and cracking with a flash and a puff of dust at the tip, while stone dust settles along the path, carved temple tiles drop into place and torch embers rise.