Nothing to see here, just some n̵̡̧̔̃̉ỏ̶͈r̴̼̤̔m̴̟̒á̸͕́l̶̥͕̈͠ SMG4 fanart😅 that's all....
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Zalgo: Slay cunty Queen burn the house down in my flop era!!!
Slenderman: Do you need medical assistance.
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New profile picture??? how are people gonna know who I am ?!
You'll know
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this probably is gonna make sense to ABSOLUTELY NO ONE but damn am i rotating puppet strings in my head right now.
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Really hope the whole player name thing comes up again in the later game. So here’s a silly goofy prediction based on stuff that’s happend and stuff from undertale
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Chapter Seven
Phantom didn't expect the white walls to lull him into the past.
Tim didn't expect his family to be so motherly, forcing him to stay in the cave to heal. Rather annoying
Chapter Seven is up! go check it out
Puppet Strings
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Muse - Micro Cuts
“Hands are red with your blame
Megaphone screaming my name”
“I've seen what you're doing to me
Destroying puppet strings
To our souls”
https://youtu.be/y31WAq4cENo
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Can’t believe how common the “BEN’s dad was abusive and killed him” headcanon was to the point where I genuinely thought it was just canon knowledge until very recently
Imagine instead BENs dad, watching his son’s soaked lifeless body floating through a river. They killed him. They killed his boy. His son.
He drags him out of the water, the cold lifeless body of his son who once laughed and smiled and jeered and cried. The kid who could go through 10 bottles of Mountain Dew whilst playing Zelda. His Boy. His son.
He screams, he cries. His son is gone. He couldn’t have done anything to prevent it, *they* killed him. The Moon Children.
His hair is soggy and his clothes are stained in water and blood. His father cradles him, his son.
He will never get justice for his son. His only family.
He just hopes he’s ascended to a happier place.
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Puppet: featuring my character Lizzie.
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The Performance (2/9/22)
Her wrapped feet
Lifting and falling
Twisting with twinkling stars
Her stage dark dreary, with one single light
following her
tracing her silhouette.
Not a single hair pin out of place
Not a one.
Every move a performance
every breath - staged
Never taking a break
Her life a ballet
In a language she’ll never speak
Dancing up until the curtains close
Collapsing with their awed applause
“Marvelous” “Brava” She hears them call
As her puppet strings pull her spent body away
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Cecegoretober 2023 Day Thirty
Gore Warning: Art below cut
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