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caffeinehevsuit · 1 year

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idk if you still doing art requests but if so may i humbly trquest some patrick andersen and/or maybe something from whisperedfaith for my soul <333 its ok if you dont do this have a good day! love your art

Im really glad you love my art !! Have a good day to you too :]

That rather reminds me that i need to check Whisperedfaith out, i tried my best - as i feel rather tired rn yet motivated to draw. i just went n took Lee.

#MLAndersen0 #whisperedfaith #mlandersen0 patrick #patrick mla0 #mla0 patrick #whisperedfaith lee #wf lee #slenderverse #slenderverse art #slenderverse art requests

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pagodazz · 2 months

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trans people . I LOEV u

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cynningly · 6 months

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part 4 of posting this edit with different slenderverse characters until i’ve done one for every slenderverse series i’ve ever watched

#whispered faith day guys #whispered faith fandom where you at let me in please #slenderverse #whisperedfaith #lee wf #lee whisperedfaith #mo wf #mo whisperedfaith #sean wf #sean whisperedfaith #slenderverse edit

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veespee · 2 months

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We need some whisperedfaith stuff in here, I've looked and found nothing. So maybe some headcanons for Sean or Lee like with a partner or just general?

of course!! my fav is Sean, so I'll write some for him :)

Sean/Shiny Headcanons

-He's actually like,,, a MASSIVE loser lmao. He tries to appear like this sadistic, cold, and manipulative cult leader, but in reality he's just a really desperate junkie. Which in a sense, he is a junkie; he's addicted to the Speaker. Like Lee said in the 'Interrogation' video, he has been listening to the Speaker's whispering in his ear for so damn long, he's addicted to it. Now, i'm not sure what the Speaker could be saying, since from Lee's experience, it was torturous, but for Sean i think it would be the opposite. So i guess the headcanon is: the Speaker feeds Sean's ego, showering him with complimentd about how good of a leader he is, or how strong he is, or anything that would appeal to him, and that's how he keeps Sean under his control.

And that makes sense, because it's the Speaker, it's an honour to even be spoken to by him, and he's getting all these compliments? He must be doing something right, he must be special.

-Also, here's just my theory/HC on why Sean of all the members got to be the cult leader: i think that Sean was the easiest to influence. I believe that as a person, he was always a bit egotistical. That might be because of childhood, or him having to harden up for some reason, (i'm too tired to make a whole theory about his childhood sorry 😭) but i think even before the cult he would act very guarded. Like he would have walls up every second as to not get hurt.

So when he learned about the The Family, he thought, 'maybe that's where i belong'. And his goal from the start would have been to be the leader, to be worshipped and loved. So he came in that cult with determination, he was hard and would do anything the higher ups told him, even hurting people if needed. So The Speaker noticed him, and he thought, 'that's my target'. His ego is easy to feed, and therefore, easy to manipulate. So The Speaker fed him with compliments, making him believe he was the chosen one.

-I actually think Sean's story is really damn sad, but also he kinda deserved it. The man left all of his family and friends, wanting to feel loved and worshiped by someone. With the delusions added on by the other cultists, he was completely blind. Although, of course, nothing is black and white, and i'm sure he knew what he was doing. He was aware he was hurting people, people that trusted him, but he didn't care, and was blinded by greed and hunger for praise. Which in hindsight, made him hated by his followers. He was rude, pretentious, and arrogant. He believed he was the Chosen, the One, the man who would create portals between worlds, and The Speaker's favourite.

But in the end, that was all in vain. Because when he was gone, he was replaced. Lexx took over, and clearly she was more loved than him. So he grew bitter, and angry, even after death. Even in 'Limbo', he was bitter and lonely. I guess that was his fate from the start.

alright sorry for the rambling :) this was actually very fun to write, although ik this post won't get much traction due to how unpopular WF is,,, but it was fun anyway. thank you for the request!🖤

#slenderverse #slenderverse headcanons #headcanons #analysis #whisperedfaith #wf #sean whispered faith #sean wf #lee whispered faith #lee wf #slenderman #the rake #the speaker #the family

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m0th-gh0st · 2 months

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I can't sleep I'm doodling them as a lil treat, miss these freaks

#pine art #whisperedfaith #whispered faith #sean wf #lee wf #art #traditional art #seanlee

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sp1tballz · 1 year

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OH WAIT before i forget, bonus images <3

#art #my art #habit emh #everymanhybrid #seanlee #sean wf #lee wf #whisperedfaith #shormy mla0 #stormy mla0 #shaun mla0 #mlandersen0 #sv pirate au

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cryptictwaddle · 1 year

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#bros gorgeous #lee wf #whispered faith #slenderverse

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statecfdreaming · 1 year

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i finally get to post the piece i did for @slenderversezine2022 ! if you haven’t checked out the entire zine you definitely should !! there’s so many wonderful artists and writers involved ❤️

#my art #whisperedfaith #lee wf #slenderverse #horror #arg

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goopy-goober · 1 year

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Chris and Lee went out once on a date but Alex(dh00) and Mo followed them around with newspapers and disguises to see how things turned out (it was Alex's idea) ((He thought it was hilarious in thought form))

#dh00 #wf #lee whisperedfaith #chris x lee #chris darkharvest00

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milos-journal · 11 months

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whispered faith furries. is this anything

(species are lee as a sugar glider, lexx as a mouse tenrec, sean as a duck and mo as a bull terrier. if u even care)

#whispered faith #slenderverse #ohhh idk how to feel abt my lee design #lee wf #mo wf #lexx wf #sean wf

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eliaswoodt · 2 years

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Whispers Whispering, Can you Understand?

(Whispers Whispering, Can you Understand)

(Horror, suspense, no gore/death)

He awoke in his bed to the sounds of scratching and thumping in the walls.

Nails digging into drywall, long deep slashes grate on his ears, erratic and unsettling.

Bumps and thumps against the floor and walls, like the thing doesn’t know how to walk.

Echoes of growling and unmistakable whispers, like the thing doesn’t know if it wants to be human or animal.

He frantically looks back and forth, eyes not taking in any information moving much too quickly for his tired, sleep embedded mind to register. Even when his eyes focus and mind untangles itself from the fogginess, he still sees nothing out of the norm. Even while the scratching-clawing and what frankly sounds like whispers carry throughout his room nothing is out of place, no closet door ajar, no chair moved, no window open. Just complete stillness, other than the rapid moving of his chest.

It was unnerving.

It was uneasy.

And he was terrified to find out what’s making those noises because his gut tells him it’s something much worse than an animal. It tells him to run away as far as possible. To never ever come back.

But it also made him angry. Angry that he was scared, angry that it woke him up, angry that it happened on the first day of him being home alone. So like with most things he bottled up his fear and, with only his clothes on him, got out of his room determined to figure out where that damned scratching sound was.

Every creak the floors made, he cringed. Every noise that he usually wouldn’t pay any attention to now amplified; sounding as if a gun was shot through still air as he tried to sneakily make his way downstairs. Now that he was downstairs the whispers were much louder but still as inaudible, the urgent whispers that almost sounded human but not quite, like if he tried hard enough he would be able to get it but no matter how much he listens nothing makes sense, nothing is a word.

His heart was hammering now and his stomach did flips and flops as he made it to the kitchen. The kitchen was completely dark just like the rest of the home, the blinds closed shut and his eyes struggling to make sense of it all. Seeing things that aren’t there, mistaking shadows for people. But the sounds, oh god the sounds were so much louder then they were in his room. It felt like the claws were scratching the inside of his brain and the thumping banging in his skull as the still incomprehensible whispers screeched in his ears, trying to make him listen trying to make him understand but he can’t! He can’t! He’s tried! And-

Deep breathes.

He breathes in.

He breathes out.

Shakily, and not for the first time in his life, heavily questioning why he does these things to himself, he makes his way to the noises. Not taking note of where he was, only that this is the source, the attic. Because of course the creepy whispers and thumping and clawing would be in the attic. Once again he questions his life choices as he makes the move to grab at the string, to pull down the stairs. Once again he asks himself why he’s like this…why he makes these choices as he, with shaky trembling hands, pulls down the attic stairs with a tug. He turns on the light, making sure to keep facing the attic, and numbly recognizes the room he is in as the little room they have a couch in.

And the moment the light is on, the noise stops abruptly. No slow decline, no no no. Just—growling, scratching-clawing, bumping-thumping, whispering, and then nothing. His brain felt blissfully empty, and though a part of him was reluctant, the bigger part of him decided to leave it for now. That as long as it stopped, it’s fine, and he should leave it be.

He’s tired, emotionally-physically and just wants to sleep.

So he closes the attic door.

He turns off the light.

He heads back up the creaky stairs.

Into his room.

Closes the bedroom door.

And falls back on his bed. Waiting for sleep to whisk him away, but he can’t help to think about something before falling asleep…he can’t help but think about the one whisper he could understand, knife the knife, it said with urgency…

…and Lee Colt is out like a light before he has any time to ponder just what that may or may not mean.