He's such a little gentleman!
could you draw Doey´s three consciences?
Yay i`ve finally dome the fellas-
they look so silly - Yes, I decided to give em blue secondary color in palms/soles and arms/legs cause reasons
And despite the fact that Matt has the hat on the sketch, it actually changes its owner. It`s like their "talking ball" (that stuff where in the crowd the holder of a ball is the only one who is allowed to speak, so no one will interrupt the talker)
...yeah this is how this scene went
okay but lets be real Matthew was 100% even angrier /srs
My oc as this random thing I found on pinterest
Tw for cannibalism mentions
Explanation of their duo : Both have no organs HAAAAAA I'M SO FUNNY GUYS
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Also a tinyish poster I made of matthew
I should've made slenderman taller but it's fine.... ok..
Info for the shower thing: He kind of just has an open anatomy structure which shows his intestines, he doesn't take showers so he kind of just has this rotten oily smell that comes from him constantly. This is only because it stings every time. He may be half dead, but he still feels constant physical agony.
Possible TW for those with ed or dislikes the conversation of organs
Matthew is still a work in progress, I'm editing her origin still but the main concept I'm attempting to put in would be religious trauma. I'll explain most of his stuff I put in for extra context.
Reposting from my Tiktok account
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Due to ripping out his organs, He's unable to sometimes swallow/keep down meals. He found an addiction to eating other people's organs due to the sole reason of him not having any himself.
They gained psychotic depression because of, like usual, frequent stalking of the Slenderman. Naturally, it caused him to continue seeing things without even being in proximity to Slenderman. He'd usually have a trigger such as when removing others organs or being in dark secluded spaces. Before becoming a proxy when he was still being stalked he had a doctor he cut contact with after three weeks of prescription and diagnosis.
Their weight is easy to understand. Due to ripping out their internal organs there was a dramatic automatic weight drop. This caused them to be half dead. Also, they kept ripping their stomach open after murdering their parents due to internal disgust, resulting in their spine to be showing from the back. Overtime due to being half dead, their skin increasingly got thinner. Desperate for taste of food, they resulted into cannibalism despite it going back up their esophagus.
His favorite color is pink because all throughout their life they were refused to have expression and how they wanted to be. By the time they turned 15 they started to "rebel" by growing their hair out, wearing things that aren't allowed outside of the house, and doing drugs. They felt better presenting as feminine despite not being feminine. She stopped doing drugs when Slenderman started stalking him because of pure fear; Which was at the age of 18.
Her current timeline would be 2023, not 2025.
Tiny Matthew :3
I drew Matthew Bomer... I think he's a handsome man.
Shots have been fired.
Michelle was always my favorite. She really spoke to me.
🙏🏿🙏🏿 fos é couraje pou #Haïti #prayforhaiti #huricane #matthew
The way I wanna fuck Matthew to the song closer by nine inch nails. I do quite literally want to fuck him like an animal like I’m trynna go crazy.
Yes I am Matthew biased how’d you know :000
What would be the funniest movie franchise (non-Saw) for John Kramer to appear in
I’m going to say a muppets movie where he’s the only human
Would the Xenomorph have what it takes to become a chief stew? Also, would the Predator from Predator be able to handle the pressure of being a Bosun?
Yeah I think so. And their captain? Ripley reincarnated for the 3rd time and instead of basketball this ttime she’s just really good at maritime navigation
Which Alien subspecies would you least want to have enrolled in your FWS?
The deacon <3 it’s kinda cute
FMK: Saw, Alien, below deck
Easy — fuck Below Deck (fun and messy but too much drama to marry into), marry Alien (well made, thoughtful narrative, sexy alien), kill Saw (scary)
Let's cut the bullshit though. Haunted houses can definitely become pregnant.
guy who needs to send an email so he completely isolates himself from the world misses out on every opportunity curls up in a ball and dies. and like 2 months later sends said email finally
Like a half hour after taking pain relief meds: oh actually it doesnt hurt anymore i probably didnt even need to take those
Scooby doo when he finds gross bugs in his food: ruh roh... raggots!
Shaggy: like, zoinks scoob! I don't think you can reclaim that man!
FE7 was my first Fire Emblem game and I probably got a little too attached to the characters but Matthew especially.
I’ve been playing Fire Emblem: Fates and I felt nostalgic for good old FE7.
Matthew and Leila, my god. :(
Matthew is at his most powerful state and James is terrified of him. You cannot change my mind. @fivelosersandaqueen
i’ve been drawing The Boys for a while now but haven’t uploaded any of them for some reason
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Demons weren’t meant to be confined to the tight space of a van, and especially not for hours on end. At least that’s how Matthew tried to convince Mika to pull over so he could stretch and get Suzu off his bladder.
In the trunk, wedged between luggage, Suzu and Damien had sprawled over Matthew’s lap while still technically wearing their seatbelts. They were sleeping soundly, while Matthew was stuck as their prisoner with his hoodie over his face like a blanket and his knees pressed together. In the back seat, Erik, Naomi, Andrew, and Sam had all managed to squeeze in together with the brothers in the middle and their lovers at their side. Andrew and Erik were sharing earbuds, and Sam and Naomi were curled up together, humming soft little notes to each other. James had shotgun with a number of books at his feet, some literature and some puzzle books with sudoku and pictographs. He had removed his glasses and let his eyes rest.
Mika was at the wheel, GPS hooked up, radio murmuring away at the lowest volume, bags under her eyes weighing her down but never stopping her. Her mind had passed the tired threshold into autopilot, locking her gaze on the interstate in her headlights, sole job of staying in her lane and looking out for the next exit.
Seven hours, from midday glare in her eyes to the sunset throwing violet and amber watercolors over the clouds, to midnight. Seven hours on the road. She was dead inside.
In one mile, stay in the left two lanes and take Exit 108 onto I-90 East
She tapped her turn signal with her pinkie and glanced up at her rear view. No headlights anywhere near them. She glided over two lanes.
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