#cg5 sleep well

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SleepWellSongic

[PT: SleepWellSongic]

SleepWellSongic, when one’s gender is connected, influenced, and/or is the song Sleep Well by CG5.

CG5 - Sleep Well (from Poppy Playtime: Chapter 3)(link)

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[Tagging] @radiomogai, @mogai-archive, @liom-archive, @archive-of-music

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[humaneevee2874]

yasssssss lets gooo .o.

poppy playtime music video is out ppl.

Video made by cg5.

[sirensea14]

Sleep well...

Inspired by this shot👇👇👇

Screenshot from: 'Sleep well' by CG5 (official mv from Mob Entertainment)

[cokesnipprz]

RAGGHGHHHH I DID IT YALLLL

[fantarules677]

1006 really said “got games on your phone?”

[hollirae2]

Sleep Well (CG5) screenshot redraw (from the mob entertainment video) make brain go brrrrrrrr

[beeshoesometimesdraws]

So about that other au idea I mentioned a few days ago…it’s paying rent now (gonna call it the shadow children au rn cuz I don’t have any better ideas atm)

Extra doodles from sketchbook

Originally I didn’t even think about adding animal designs to this au but I drew Basil with a ferret tail once and it went from there (also vaguely inspired by @potatotato-26 ‘s au cuz I love the animal design symbolism aspect sm)

Just like the Imaginary friends au, I created a vague lil summary thing (this one is a lot more vague and story-based than imaginary friends was cuz the idea had been vague in my head when I got it so I just started to slowly piece it together in writing until I could form a semi-coherent plot, there is an actual summary of the plot version but what would be the fun in posting that when y’all can try to figure it out from this? >:) ) — gonna put it under the cut for anybody who wants to read it

[i-am-vero-draw]

This song plays:

Me:

[eevee-yew]

Watching Episode 7 of Murder Drones while listening this:

Me during the making of this post:

[sunification]

STOP ITS SO CUTE THEO TOOK CARE OF THE ORPHANS TURNED INTO TOYS

[viarayy01-blog]

heres the little snippet i managed to save from my 10 yr anniversary project! for context, the file got corrupted so this is all i have from it lol

[sirensea14]

El gato marijuana

[churrothezanyrabbit]

ARTIFICIAL FACADE‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️

FROM THE FRAUD OF A GOD‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️

ALL DUE TO THE PATH THAT WE TROD‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️

[somboreking770]

[AI COVER] HOW WOULD SMILING CRITTERS SING "SLEEP WELL" BY@CG5 | Poppy Playtime by @Skzyee.!

[ca-8]

could request, Yandere Bunzo Bunny x Toy Rabbit reader, where the reader tries to escape and takes a mini Hoppy critter, which is the adopted baby

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING BEFORE READING: Heavy descriptions of gore and ingesting human remains (This is a yandere fanfic meant to portray behaviors seen in fiction and fiction only. This is not to represent people who have real mental/personality disorders and/or trauma that cause them to gain obsessive behaviors. Please do not romanticize any behavior like this seen in real life, and do not actively seek out a relationship with someone who is prone to hurt themselves and/or others. Keep fantasies in fiction. Thank you.)

(Y/n) loved making things beautiful. They reminded themselves of that as they gently ran the tattered brush along little Hoppy's green fur. It soothed the tense hairs and laid them to sleep, bathed in the warmth of the bristles as they brushed over the same spots, over and over again. Over...and over...and over...and over...and over...and over again. ・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・

𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖!𝔹𝕦𝕟𝕫𝕠 𝔹𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕩 𝕋𝕠𝕪 ℝ𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕥!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 (ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙)

・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・ Little Hoppy sat still. The voice box sitting snug inside her widened smile let out purrs and coos with each gentle sensation. This was the only way for her to calm down after hours of walking. Every so often, whenever they'd hear the slightest creak in a darkened room or a hint of a shadow scurrying in the corner of (Y/n)'s vision, they'd run and hide, and little Hoppy would shriek and curl in such a position her threads would almost come lose. And then (Y/n) would take out their brush and brush and brush and brush along that disturbed fur to keep her quiet and beautiful. Yes. Yes, it was quiet. Finally it was quiet. And she looked so much better. Even the bloody, muddied spots on her face and the ends of her ears were neatly tucked down along with her fur and threads. Yes, beautiful. She was beautiful. (Y/n) loved making things beautiful. Such a wonderful pastime. They didn't have to think about anything else. Not how the brush's handle had its paint chipping off. Or the way the light was flickering high and high above. Or how the high ceiling sometimes let a few droplets hit the ground and let out an eerie plop, or how some of those droplets of whatever was on the floor above would hit (Y/n)'s perfectly sewn clothes and little Hoppy's beautiful fur, or how the droplets would create wet spots on their perfect clothes and make them uncomfortable, or how uncomfortable they'd get when the wet spot is red or how she would think about if that red wet spot on her perfect clothes was from something with blood or how some red drops would drop down on little Hoppy and further ruin her beautiful fur or how those red drops kept coming and coming and coming and smelled so strong and loud or how they smelled delicious or how those red drops would perhaps come from something edible something they could eat something they could eat something that could fill their terribly empty and gnawing stomach that twisted and turned and hurt and agonizingly hurt and rumbled so loud that he could find them at any moment at any moment at Little Hoppy whimpered. (Y/n) looked down. They brushed so hard that a few threads came loose. "Oh...I'm so sorry, dear." They pat her little head and took out the sewing kit in their pocket. After grabbing a needle and some green thread, they began to sew her back into beauty. Another thing (Y/n) loved was being made for the sole purpose of beauty. Each inch of (f/c) fur and the way their long bunny ears curled and every outfit they wore was perfect in every way. Because they were so beautiful, they had to make everything else around them beautiful too. That's why those devils taught them hair care and how to sew and how to teach their children to be beautiful to the world. If only they could have taught him how to be beautiful. A gurgle of noise shot out of little Hoppy's voice box, and the sudden image of his cursed face immediately left (Y/n)'s mind. "What's that, bun-bun?" they asked. The mini critter turned, and those white dots buried in the depths of her vast eye sockets blazed and trembled with hunger. The second those eyes shot guilting daggers, they made her turn the other way. "I know you're hungry," (Y/n) uttered lowly, "but you're going to have to wait a little bit longer." Little Hoppy whimpered, and a twinge of shame twisted inside them. They were supposed to take care of her. That's what they promised when they found her in the deepest, darkest pits of the factory. They said she wouldn't have to worry about eating or getting eaten once they found a way out of this hell.

But even under the flickering fluorescent lights, memories whispered across each hallway as its painted gore decorated each floors' and walls' every crevice. They were lucky enough to ascend two areas, yet nothing edible could be found to fill their craving, howling stomachs. 'But it's better this way. He can't follow us up here. I'd rather starve to death than see his face again.' Little Hoppy's ears snapped up. "What's wrong, dear?" (Y/n) asked, stuffing their mini sewing kit inside their pocket. They had just finished sewing her threads back together. With an alarmingly loud snarl, little Hoppy dashed away and bursted through the door, letting light pour on shadow's warmth. "Hoppy-!" (Y/n) called, until they froze mid-way through standing up. That smell. That smell. That warm, ghastly yet succulent SMELL. Thick coats of iron wafted through the heavy humid air, curling, engulfing their body and blessing their nose. They almost considered falling back to their knees and praising whatever cruel god gazing down upon them, it was food it was food it's been so long it's been so long! Their baby were almost wiped from their thoughts completely when they sprang to their feet and rushed out of the room as fast as their trembling legs could let them. (Y/n) collapsed against the doorway. They were weaker than they had thought but they couldn't stop now the smell was so close they can't stop they were going to die. So they quickly shoved themselves off the door frame and collapsed on the floor, forcing their violently quivering arms to drag their body against the sleek floor, and there it was. Their eyes were glued, the corners of their vision suddenly tainted in veins and red. There was a God, a loving wonderful God! How else could there be giant, shimmering pile of the Devils' insides? Those perfectly shredded kidneys, how that glistening gore rolled through the intestines' crevices - and it was so fresh look at how every inch of that pink bleeding beauty throbbed and squelched out their name it was calling to them it needed to be inside them. Little Hoppy was already devouring this blessing but it didn't matter there was still more for them! Plenty more! Blood squirted from the Devils' pile and splattered right onto (Y/n)'s twitching face. It rolled down their cheek and fused with the drool that poured endlessly from their mouth, and to think, yesterday nothing flowed from their lips but desperate breath. And finally, finally they were close enough to grab the throbbing meal. Its soft fill easily collapsed and pulsed between their fingers, and they immediately shoved it in their mouth. Their eyes instantly rolled back and a shivering pleasure coursed up their spine. It was disgusting, so horrid but so soft and lush and how it was drenched enough to easily roll down their throat and into their stomach, but they needed more they need more so much more they couldn't stop their hands from diving into the pile and stuffing that terribly delicious ooze inside their mouth and no matter how many times they swallowed each piece of breaking intestine each squelching vein pounding against their lubricated tongue before it fell down their throat they needed more otherwise they would die they didn't care if their stomach didn't want it they didn't care about the sickening putrid stench they didn't care if each time they swallowed their body made them throw it back up they needed to eat they needed to eat they NEEDED TO EAT THEY NEEDED TO EAT THEY NEEDED TO EAT THEY WERE STARVING THEY WERE STARVING THEY WERE STARVING THEY WERE STARVING THEY WERE STARVING THEY WERE STARVING THEY WERE STARVING THEY WERE STARVING THEY WERE STARVING . . . . ・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・

So, big surprise, I didn't know that there was a character limit when answering questions. This one shot is supposed to be a lot longer than what I have now, but when I went to save, Tumblr gave me a 4,000+ character limit warning thing. Don't worry, I had enough foresight to save the entire thing on a separate google doc, so I'm pretty much close to being done. @zinnia1506, thank you so much for requesting, and Part 2 is coming real soon! (Like legit later today) Hope you guys enjoy what I have so far!~

[bbloveseevees]

This song + 305

Does-

Does anyone else see the vision?

PLEASE TELL ME SOMEONE ELSE SEES THE VISION