What are these strings
You talk about?
Unbreakable?
I highly doubt!
Pathetic things,
Soon you will see...
N o - o n e i s e v e r f r e e.
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What are these strings
You talk about?
Unbreakable?
I highly doubt!
Pathetic things,
Soon you will see...
N o - o n e i s e v e r f r e e.
I've had these strings
For quite a while
They hold me up
And make me smile
With these strings
My heart feels true
Why aren't there strings on you?
Idea by @luci-morningstar812 I initially came up with this concept for my new header but it happened to fit #puppetornot perfectly so I decided to upload it as well. This is my sona/oc, whatever you call it, I tried to do this with myself and it did not work lmao
OOC
Hey guys, I want to make this post out of character to address a few things about the blog that have occurred recently. Most of it will be under the cut, however, there is something I need to say before we continue.
First off, I want to apologize to the creators of the #puppetornot hashtag and concept. @luci-morningstar812 and @septicstacheedits are the original creators, and they should be the ones receiving the credit for it. I reblogged some of the posts earlier since I thought it was a really neat idea, but in doing so, accidentally hijacked the event and stole credit away from the original creators. If you made something for the event and tagged the blog in it, but did not tag Luci or Tazzy, please take it down and repost it with the proper credit and the lyrics as per the event’s instructions. If you haven’t participated yet, but are planning on it, please see Luci’s and Tazzy’s original posts for the instructions and more information.
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I've got no strings to hold me down
To make me fret, or make me frown
I had strings but now I'm free
There are no strings on me
I've got no strings so I have fun
I'm not tied to anyone
How I love my liberty,
There are no strings on me!
*snip snip*
I've had these strings
For quite a while
They hold me up
And make me smile
With these strings
My heart feels true
Why aren't there strings on you?
Idea by @luci-morningstar812 and @septicstacheedits
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This was a fun thing to do. Thanks for coming up with this idea!!
I’ve had these strings
For quite a while
They hold me up
And make me smile
With these strings
My heart feels true
Why aren’t there strings on you?
(this is a bit late but I hope you like it :D
@luci-morningstar812 )
confession time
I’ve had these strings For quite a while They hold me up And make me smile With these strings My heart feels true Why aren’t there strings on you?
çom͟e҉ ͞j͜o͟in the f̵am͞i̕ly.
a fun idea from @luci-morningstar812 and @septicstacheedits , thanks for giving ppl inspiration to work on, had lots of fun doodling this one!
Getting Tighter
Inspired by the post originally made by @luci-morningstar812 and @septicstacheedits, and particularly inspired by @pandapopplay art in response to it (original accidentally deleted, but my reblog is here)
A bright light flooded the room, causing her to hiss in pain, and clutch at her eyes. Green stained her hands for a moment as the last of the darkness retreated from the room, the vivid colour fading as the blackness fled.
Blinking back to awareness, she breathed out a lungful of air she didn’t realise she had been holding. How long had it been this time? She stretched tight muscles, revelling in the freedom to move however she wanted for a time. Right at the extent of the stretch, a sharp pain at her wrists brought her up short.
Right. She thought, resigned. Those still exist.
It was one of the few lucid moments allowed to her. Even now, she wasn’t aware if he did it on purpose, or if this was just the time that he was focused on someone else. She plucked at the strings around her wrists. She was able to feel them now, feel the wrongness of them. All too soon she’d slip back into that bright darkness where her thoughts weren’t her own. Her plucking and picking grew more desperate. A part of her knew that they wouldn’t come loose – not anymore. They’d been on too long, had tightened too much, a knot pulled firm by the constant tension, made worse by trying to untie it.
She didn’t have long. He’d pull her back again, by those same strings. The rough wire was starting to rub, to irritate. She wanted them off, wanted the scars to heal and fade – if that was ever possible. But they’d already started to heal. Healed not to smooth skin, but into ruts. Permanent cuts, she supposed. That’s what he liked, after all. For everyone to look like him. To spread his image.
Viruses always spread through replication.