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and Dave is dreaming about a cartoon cult. Great😭
He gave the toilet paper back.
HES TALKING TO THE TOILET PAPER HELLO
Silly fella
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Recent art
TOON TURF HYPERFIXATION GO BRRRRR
Goodbye, SMG4 // REDRAW!!
SORRY FOR NOT POSTING BTW 😭
First time drawing these [British word for cigarette]s :3
still coping btw guys 💔
HELLO WHAT.
I AM GOD. (And then he fucking dies)
Doodles :P
Finished humanized Henry. SMAJSJSJSBSNSGAHSJDHAAAAAA
WIP… making my humanized Henry design.. hehe
DSaFTales: Nothing.
(I wrote a story explaining what happened to Henry after DSaF 3′s GOOD ending and showing an unseen but important exchange that William and Henry exchanged before the events of ANY scene you’ve seen in the DSaF timeline. Enjoy.) The charred remains of a husk, vaguely arranged in the shape of a man, stood in an unfathomably inky abyss. Not a speck of light so much as attempted to penetrate the surrounding darkness. For the second time in his life, Dr Henry Miller was facing his wildest, most crippling fear head-on. Utter and relentless uncertainty. As the Voidwalker stood in the darkness, a memory drifted from eye to eye, crossing the bare threshold of what it was and wasn’t. A much younger Henry, dressed in a decidedly much dirtier overcoat than he was wearing before, stained with motor-oil and grease, carrying traces of sawdust and metallic shreddings in its many fibers and stitches. Dr Miller, not so much as glancing away from the near-tightened bolt he was adjusting with his rusted wrench, asked his scrawny and deformed assistant a casual question. “Willy…” Dr Miller casually blurted out, still transfixed by the near tightened bolt, “Do you think that in theory, different types of nothing could potentially exist?” Dr Miller’s assistant remained leaning against the wall, his vacuous mouth still left blissfully agape. “What’s that, Henry?-”
“Nothing-” Miller retorted, before being interrupted by his dimwitted colleague. “Oh, that’s fine, then.” William replied nonchalantly, “Could'a sworn you’d asked me a-” “Willy.“ Miller stated, retaking control of the narrative and now focused on winding a small metallic springloaded mechanism, which looked not unlike a mousetrap attached to a rod-shaped fastener, "Do you think that there’s different kinds of nothing in this world, or not?”
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