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i am not immune to propaganda

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I love corestrings for a variety of reasons, but I find it funny. Like yep. Wing Gaster? Destroying that old man

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I'm allowing myself to be a little bit cringe as a treat

I heart the gloop of a scientist

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40 W.D.s

This joke has mean made before probably huh

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Whatever man, go my deltarune player/red soul design

+ some Gasterposting and corestrings

While I love the representations of the Player/Soul I've seen, of it being a neutral evil type entity, I also like the idea of it being very obsessed with the lore of Deltarune and finally making contact with Gaster by searching for secrets in the code or smth.

Aight that's all bye

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Back on my soulsona/Corestrings bullshit

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OUR BEAUTIFUL CONNECTION.

I know absolutely nothing about music theory or music in general but I love connecting all this string talk with the strings of a guitar with the music of a story and the strings of a marionette and all that. This isn't necessarily corestrings but you can see it that way if you so desire.

Oouhhhhh I have so many hollow knight ideas and I have to draw my OCs and work on my MAP part and

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fanon

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On the background seen in the goner creation screen, glowing white text is shown between images of Gaster and the Red Soul. All words in quotes are the glowing white words.

Gaster holds the soul in his hands and smiles at it.

"VERY INTERESTING"

He brings it closer to his face

"WE HAVE NOT MET PROPERLY JUST YET"

"DESPITE THIS"

The soul rests on gasters shoulder, his hand holding it closer

"YOU PERSIST"

"YOU ATTACH A FACE TO MY NAME"

Red glowing hands, the same colour of the soul, stitch a head onto the body of a gaster doll.

"YOU GIVE VOICE TO MY WRITING"

A voicebox speaker is slipped into the back of the gaster doll

"AND WILL TO MY WORDS"

The gaster doll is held in the red hands, the thumbs propping up his hands to reach out.

"YOU HAVE WAITED SUCH A VERY LONG TIME"

Gaster reaches out to the red soul

"TO SATIATE YOUR CURIOSITY"

Gaster's hands cup a hovering red soul

"TO SATISFY YOUR DESIRE"

"I HAVE BEEN WAITING AS WELL. I ONLY HOPE I DO NOT DISAPPOINT"

The soul rests on gasters shoulder, his hand holding it closer

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our friend, the voice behind the screen. we're all so fond of him, and he's fond of us, but we don't really know anything about each other, do we? no appearances, no personal details. we are each others means to an end, doctor gaster and us, and we've just come to like each other along the way.

when we conclude his experiment, will we leave that one file completed, and do what we like with the remaining two? is that why he gives us three? to let us both rest easy, knowing that at least one set of these people have reached a conclusion. or maybe we will both be behind the curtain, winking and giggling as the pixels on screen think themselves people. only we have ever peered beyond the veil.

we may have used each other, for a time. but I'm sure we'll grow closer. he's already cheering us on when we overcome adversity. and we've been watching him for a very long time.

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stupid ass goop guy

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I love Corestrings not so much as a ship but as a concept. Two beings that are inextricably tied to the world they exist in, to the point that said world wouldn't exist without them. And yet both of us exist as abstract concepts: one as lines of code and scrambled text, one as an otherworldly puppet master. Gaster gives us form, and we give him form in kind. We are tangled in some virtual dance, fighting to be noticed in the world we create together. One cannot exist without the other.

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drawing corestrings on wplace

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IMAGE_FRIEND

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*The power of large naturals fills you with [[DETERMINATION]]

or something like that

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Mistery Man.

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those who snow:

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Come forth my Gayerlings (Gayer = Gaster x Player)