#Corpse puppet Cherry

[cherrythepuppet]

Corpse puppet Cherry and Penny (she ain't listening to Cherry she just wants to see her wife)

Corps epuppet belongs to @sketchquill

Penny doodles, We got mob Penny, Reboot penny, and penny in cosplay,

Mob au @/clownsuu

Reboot au@/bloodrediscream

Dandy in @cloudy-dreams tnbc au. I see Dandy as one of the vampires

Im working on Penny and Riley

The second image is Bella Dear, Eddie dears neice! New OC yippee

AND LASTLY THIS AMAZING PEUCE OF ART, I DISCOVERED THE DISMEMBERMENT SONG I LOVE IT

I have never done something so detailed I watched like 4 tutorials-

[mx-paradox]

Swear I'm Better (Miss Parasite Possessor) {Jane Prentiss x Reader}

There is a woman outside your door.

Canon-Typical Corruption Content, horror, self-mutilation, not really romantic but not not romantic, gender neutral reader. title from worms by ashnikko. word count: 990 | Ao3 version

There is a woman outside your door.

Maybe she can't really be called a woman anymore; after all, from what you saw before you shut yourself inside your apartment, she resembles a corpse more than anything, her flesh nearly caving in from how many holes riddle it. She did not look like she should be alive.

She calls to you. Her voice is unnatural in its melodious rasping. She asks if you want to be loved, to be understood. She tells you to listen to the song.

A maggot wriggles underneath your door. It leaves a sticky mark on the floor when you smash it, like pus smeared across flesh.

—

Your apartment is now airtight, after the amount of crevices you filled with towels and clothes and whatever you could find to keep the woman and her filthy worms out.

It doesn't help you sleep.

Paranoia keeps you up, it keeps you circling your home like a wary animal. Each flash of white makes your hackles rise, your pulse spike and drum inside your head with the ancient beat of fear. But it isn't the only thing.

Even when the woman isn't speaking, you think you hear something. It is faint, yes, and quite possibly a figment of your stressed and sleepless mind. But deep down, you don't believe that.

It sounds like music. Like a song. Like a thousand faint voices in chorus, crowning a siren's song, with the same melody you heard in the rotting woman's voice.

It resonates in your mind, echoing, even as you shove your fingers far enough inside your ears to hurt.

—

Every day you watch her through the peephole.

The woman does not so much move as writhe, full of a thousand pale and malicious parasites that seem to puppeteer the flesh and bones they have attached themselves too. Even when they weren't oozing in and out of her hundreds of holes, you could see them wriggling and squirming underneath her skin. You look at her face, and you thinks he must have been beautiful once. The longer you gaze upon her, the louder your ears begin to pulse with the unholy music, the more you realize that she is still beautiful. In a wretched, filthy way; the way all things are as they are consumed, as they rot and fester and become one with the earth once more in brutal cycle.

—

It has been eight days.

It feels like a wicked nightmare.

The song is louder now; as is the woman's voice. You cannot escape either, no matter how deeply you attempt to retreat inside your mind.

You know what they are saying now. The worms. The worms that sing the siren's song.

They sing of love, a love that is endless and consuming, a love that becomes a part of you as you become a part of it, a love that will never abandon you as it absorbs all that you are and ever will be. A love that defies death even as it pulls you to dance the fine line between living and dying.

It makes you feel so alone, that song. It makes you yearn for someone, something, to understand you, to come for you, to touch you.

You think you feel something crawling on your back. You swear that you can feel it begin to nibble at your flesh, ever so slowly trying to enter under your skin.

You scratch at your back frantically. You can't feel it with your fingers but you know it's there, so it must be already under your skin. Your nails begin to draw blood as you dig deeper.

(Your hands are slick with red by the time you realize nothing was on you at all.)

—

After nearly two weeks, you wonder if you could really still hear the song if you didn't have the ability to physically hear.

—

The screwdriver is dyed crimson up to the handle.

It didn't work.

You can still hear the song over the pain that radiates through your head.

Your footsteps as silent. You look down as you walk, and watch as a soundless rain of cherry red falls onto your feet.

—

It is the third week and you are ever so lonely and ever so empty and ever so itching.

You are almost completely out of food now, but that matters little.

You hunger in ways food cannot sate.

—

It is the twenty-third day and you are lonely under your skin there is so much room inside under your skin too much for just you under your skin won't someone come join you under your skin—

—

It has been twenty-five days and you are opening the door to let the ones who love you in.

Jane enters and she is beautiful, as are the others of the Hive that share her body as the deepest declaration of love.

Apologies you cannot hear drip from your lips like sticky honey. Apologies for making them wait so long, for running from there love.

But the Hive is forgiving. Of course they are. They love you.

You fall into Jane's arms. Your hands wind through greasy black hair, uncaring as some strands pull loose with bits of scalp still attached to their roots. Her eyes are cloudy white and you can see your own ecstatic expression reflected in them, rictus grin splitting your face in two.

Her lips are cold as they meet yours, but the bites of the worms are warm and perfect.

You kiss your love as you become one. It feels like finally becoming whole after a lifetime of being incomplete; an emotion deeper and more filling than any tale of romance could describe.

You are her and she is you and you both are They you are the Hive you are complete you are full of love there is so much it is too much you are full of love You Are The Corrupting Love—

[vernalloy]

(Lastly, for the ask game) 😎: Would you recommend this song to me based on what you know about me?

[music ask game]

Thank you fur the ask Dru! You can basically assume I’m always taking ask games :) (This ask was sent with three others:💡🥰🎬😎)

💡 - do you associate the song with something? if yes, what?

Spleen - Ruth White: Mmy Tivern :-) Tivern was a character who started the story as a corpse, at which point he was isekai’d into a shoddily-coded game, and fused with a camera and the game’s NPC AI, who puppeted around his corpse. He was revived in the game, which resurrected the original consciousness, who was confused and upset at these lost and new friends who knew him as someone he never was. While he is not a character I still use, he was fun for the brief time I had him, and he still has an impeccable musical genre— early electronica, intentionally unsettling spoken word (such as this song), and what may be called “hauntology”.

🥰 - what’s your favorite part of this song? (instrumental bit, lyric, etc)

Noel’s Lament - Ride the Cyclone: In general I am knocked over by the acting. Flamboyant morbid gay teenager is played brilliantly here, especially in the hissing… “At night I burn myself with cigarettes / just to somehow prove I'm still alive!” There aren’t any particular standout lyrics for me, not because they’re bad or mediocre, they’re all charming, just nothing knocks me flat on my back. And it’s not supposed to! A fun ride all the way through.

🎬 - if you scripted/directed a music video for this song what would it look like?

Dr. Bones - Cherry Poppin’ Daddies: Singer in front of a projection— it would be a mix of animation and live-action like Minnie the Moocher. When the instrumental parts take over, the singer goes to silhouette so that the movie behind them is at forefront, while verses are focusing on the singer’s acting. The animation would have the Bimbo-esque protagonist go to a poolroom in hell, playing against a stick-thin, sharply-dressed and highly animated figure.

😎: Would you recommend this song to me based on what you know about me?

Domino - Stereophonic: Yes! It’s a comfortable little rock song with a good mix of parts— breathy verses and more hang-back choruses, and a nice guitar section. I think the person behind the music previously worked in the emo/alt movement adjacent to Dallon Weekes, but this particular album is from a play, and as such tries to sound like 70s music.

[canecorset]

whitelist

Scream, The Witches, Hocus Pocus, Beetlejuice, It, Corpse Bride, Coraline, Gremlins, Goosebumps, Breaking Bad, Fallout, Air Buddies Spinoffs, Pup Star Movies + Puppy Star Christmas, Men In Black, Ghostbusters, Venom, Jumanji, Paddington, Beverly Hills Chihuahua, Cats & Dogs: The Revenge of Kitty Galore, Vampire Dog, Supernatural, Zootopia, Any Monster High Media except the newer ones, Yo-Kai Watch, Back To The Future, Rick and Morty, Powerpuff Girls, The Matrix, Fight Club, Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, The Ring, The Shining, Good Omens, Needy Steamer Overload, Sucker For Love, Class of '09, Any Chilla's Art game, Any Puppet Combo game, Genshin Impact ( i will give any natlan or sumeru character their melanin back ), Honkai Star Rail, Zenless Zone Zero, Pokémon, Kirby, Any Legend of Zelda game, Animal Crossing, Doki Doki Literature Club, Five Nights at Freddy's, Tuck Everlasting, The Outsiders, Lord of the Rings + The Hobbit, Pirates of the Caribbean, Doctor Who, MCU, DCU, My Little Pony, Frankenweenie, The Nightmare before Christmas, Edward Scissorhands, Alice in Wonderland, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, The Grinch, Phantom of the Opera, Disney ( i do not support the company, it is merely ingrained in my childhood and i enjoy the whimsical stories of old school Disney ), Smile, The Mandela Catalogue, Possibly in Michigan, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Hannibal, Vtubers ( no nijisanji ), OCs ( must provide artwork, if it was drawn by someone else, tell me who ), Demon Slayer, Jujustu Kaisen, Bungou Stray Dogs, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Sailor Moon, Death Note, Chainsaw Man, Reverse: 1999, Resident Evil, The Last Of Us, Call of Duty, Red Dead Redemption, God of War, Devil May Cry, Detroit: Become Human, Doom, Madoka Magica, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Nier: Automata, Spy x Family, Darling in the Franxx, Panty & Stocking, Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun, Overlord, Wuthering Waves, Dark Souls, Halo, Fundamental Paper Education, Final Fantasy, Vocaloid, A Land Mine Vampire's Overbearing Love, I Wanted to be Hurt by Love, Zom 100, The Case Study of Vanitas, Sanrio, Cherry Crush, Danganrompa, Mean Girls, The Walten Files, If It's Not On This List Or Blacklist, Ask First!

blacklist

The Coffin of Andy and Leyley, Boyfriends Webtoon, Dori ( genshin ), Makima and Himeno ( chainsaw man ), Homestuck, South Park, Mori ( bungo stray dogs ), Anything Pedophilic, Incestuous, Abusive, etc. Anything With Toxic or Harmful Intentions ( stalker x victim, etc. )

greylist / restricted

Any non-SFW media but if i'm able to find some content that isn't explicit, i suppose i can edit it. I won't do ship or Hu Tao related content unless we are moots.

DNI

Basic DNI, anti-mspec / "contradictory labels", radqueer, safequeer, aggressive stans, misandrists, deny transandrophobia, "irl yanderes", demonize PDs or believe in narc abuse, etc. TERFs, if you're here to start discourse, ed / sh blogs, femcels and incels, NSFW blogs, nasty people.

prioritize

Transmasc, Transsexual ( masc, male, etc. ), Sappillean, Gaybian, Boygirl, Demigirl, Black Exclusive Labels, Rabbit Hole Miku, Vampire Miku, Ghost, Fairy, Water, Dark, Fighting and Flying Type Miku, Indie Kid, Kidcore, Lovecore, Dark Academia, Weirdcore, Horror, Clowncore, Americana, Morute, Southern Gothic, Biblical Imagery, Vulture Culture, Cybercore, Scenecore, Nonhuman, Otherkin, Otherhearted, Bat Related, Bug Related, Monster Related, Loser Related, Freak Related, Mutt Related, Aro + Ace Related, Anything Cute, Aquatic or Fluffy, Mean Girls, Desaturated Colors, Occult, Cyber Y2K, Hippie / BoHo, Low Poly, Forensics Aesthetic, Feminine Masc, Austism Related, BPD or AVPD Related, 80s Aesthetics, Burlesque Aesthetics, Gender Non-Conforming, Drag, Deadpool, Wolverine, Batman, Moot Requests.

things i'll do

tumblr layouts, character pride icons, mogai flags, aesthetic carekits, dual flag + music suggestion, rentry graphics, dividers, blasian / darkskin edits upon request.

things i won't do

alt system terms, discord or twitter layouts, rentry directory graphics.

[rainbowxocs]

TW: Child Neglect.

Name: Meari Sutkina. (メアリー 素敵な)

Username: @puppetsbymeari

Nicknames: Mini Are (ミニアレ), Mob (モブ), Copycat (模倣者), The Main Character, Normal Girl.

Age: 17.

Pronouns: She/Her. (In English.)

I Pronoun: Watashi (私) (A neutral pronoun that is seen as formal and polite.)

Sexuality: Lily (Yuri,百合,Lesbian.)

Gender: Cis Girl.

Species: Human.

Disorders: Social Anxiety, Depression, CPTSD, Insomnia, Autism.

Religion: Cultist.

Club: Sewing Club. (Leader.)

Grade: Year 10, Highschool.

Lives in: Okutama, Japan, 2025.

Languages: Japanese.

Height: 5’2”

Race: Asian.

Ethnicity: Japanese.

Accent: Yamanote.

Vehicle: Green Bicycle.

Voice Claim: Lain from Serial Experiments Lain (JP Dub)

Weaknesses: Basic Human Weaknesses. Will faint at the sight of blood.

Weapons: Pepperspray.

Alignment: Neutral.

Text Color: Green.

Main Hobbies: Sewing, Bunraku, Ventriloquism, Reading, Writing Fanfiction, Photography, Crochet, Bracelet Making.

Favorite Drink: Kombucha, Sunflower Tea.

Favorite Fruit: White Strawberries.

Favorite Meals: Melon Bread, Instant Ramen, Fruit Salad, Finger Sandwiches, Jam and Toast.

Favorite Desserts: Hanami Dango, Jello, Sugar Cookies, Scones, Finger Cakes, Macaroons, Strawberry Frozen Yogurt.

Favorite Flower: Cherry Blossoms.

Scent: Green Apple Detangler.

Handedness: Left Handed.

Blood Color: Red.

Soul Form: Blue, Pink, and Green Flame.

Awareness: Aware (Effect: Negative.)

Birthday: May 10th 2008. (Taurus, Rat, B.)

Theme:

Battle Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: She looks up to Are allot because she wants to restore the timeloop. Little does she know Are doesn’t.

Special Interests: Puppetry.

Stims: Uses her Puppets to Stim, also likes soft things and toys.

Stimboard: LINK

Moodboard: LINK

Fashion Board: LINK

Comfort Objects: Her collection of puppets, Her childhood toys, Calico Critters, Tea Set.

Family:

Kimiko Sutkina, Tetsuo Sutkina. (Parents.)

Hikari Sutkina (Sister.)

Friends: Baburu Gamu (BFF).

Romance: Baburu Gamu (Crush.)

Patrons: Are Yoru.

Brief Personality: Meari is very.. quirky.. ever since the time loop ended she has become more and more unhinged, she wants the sense of routine that she got back then, but unfortunately that time is long gone. She often talks about her devotion to the curse of okutama, which tends to push her classmates away. It makes you wonder why someone would want to go back to that kind of torturous existence in the first place.

Brief Backstory: Meari had a somewhat normal childhood, normal to her anyway. She was always overshadowed by her older sister, her parents heavily favored Hikari giving her all the latest clothes and gadgets and toys, while Meari was left with almost nothing.

Meari was one of the few people who enjoyed the time loop, the consistency of it calmed her when she was in her early years at school. No matter what it was always spring, and even if something bad happened that week nothing truly mattered.

Until, Are broke the timeloop and allowed everyone to be free. To age, to grow, and Meari hated that. Everyone’s body caught up with them and she was suddenly a teenager. Her sister moved out and away from Okutama as a whole, and her parents moved out as well, leaving their other daughter to fend for herself. Which broke Meari a little bit.

She wanted to save her “family”, and have everything go back to the way it was. If she was able to convince Are that the time loop was good, she could go back to normal. She could have her family back, even if they hated her it would all be worth it, of course Meari is a child and doesn’t quite understand that this wouldn’t work in practice.. But what’s the worst she could do..?

[ornyange]

name list <3 (alphabetical)

abyss

adoration

alastair

angelin(a/e)

arellus

argon

arsenic

arvern

asylum

athen(a/e)

aviceda

avria

ayres

bleeding heart

blood

brine

bruises

cadaver

caeruleus

calypso

canorus

capsid

cardinal

casket

castano

catarina(e)

cecil(ea)

cherry

cinera

circe

circin

circo

claudia

corpse

covalence

crypt

cyprus

cyrillus

cyrus

cyto

cytokine

dantalion

dekota

delphine

devereux

dissection

effigy

eleonor(a/e)

erythrone

eta

evelyn

everett

eylesi

falcon

fascio

fragment

francesine

gauze

georgie

goldfish

gore

gryphon

gurney

guts

harrow

harrower

hawk

helion

ichor

imitator

incision

incisors

infection

jackyl

ken

kerosene

koi

lainey

leech

lobotomy

loopy

magnet

marble(s)

marshall

maurus

mausoleum

meeki

melanie

miles

mirror

mold spore

montague

mutation

myco

naeli

nausea

nauseous

nico

nina

nocturnavis

noeli

noise

nova

obituary

olivia

orinth

orion

ouija

owl

parasite

pendulum

phaedra

placebo

puppeteer

raptor

realization

rebirth

recklessness

reflection

refusal

rejection

relentless

reluctance

remembrance

remnant

renascence

renewal

repercussions

repression

repulsion

resentment

resilience

resistance

resolution

resonance

restoration

restraint

restriction

resurrection

retaliation

retribution

revenant

revulsion

ridgeway

righteousness

roly poly

roraimae

rosewood

rubella

saetos

seere/sier

shelley

silica

sinclair

skinsplit

slinky

snare

sparrowhawk

stitches

stress

syringe

testament

thallus

theta

torment

veer

velonia

ventralis

venus

vepar

verius

verreaux

vertigo

vesper

vindication

virgata

virgatus

viridae

viscera

vocifer

vomit

woodward

zephyr

zero

[thanksforthepancakes]

IIII DIDDDDDD! (Be warned, though, this is a LONG read) TW: Sexual topics, heavy violence.

I pieced together the lore of this band, but since the album that was supposed to include songs from The Grand Finale didn't come out due to the band breaking up it's not complete. I'll try making this understandable but if in case it turns into incomprehensible ranting it means I am mentally insane ok thanks /nonsrs (btw I try to list the lore points in a chronological order but please be warned there are plot holes due to the before mentioned lack of material). Words in quotes "like this" (NOT 'like this') are quoting of the spoken about song's lyrics, in case if it would get confusing. I recommend listening through each of the songs as you read through them in the order provided (the songs aren't in the discographical order, but in chronological as I said before). /gen /info

- The song The Poodle is the whole foundation of the 'Poodle Arc' (The Poodle EP + The Grand Finale EP). In the song Madame Marcel (AKA the character singing in Rattlesnake) forces The Poodle to join the 'pleasurement' industry under her management (basically sex work) and practically takes a cut of her earnings because Madame is down on money due to the large debt she owns. The Poodle tries to escape multiple times with unsuccessful results since she has a goal of finding her son, which she herself abandoned for unknown reasons. As for the song itself it also introduces the Elephant Man which will be an important character later.

- Rattlesnake possibly comes before The Poodle in the chronology but oh well, who cares. In the song Madame Marcel kills her husband with a gun and sews a human puppet from his corpse (yeah, I know, it's pretty dark). The reason for why Madame does this is not explained, though it's most likely to get better control over The Poodle and the other prostitutes under her management as 'Mister Marcel' as I like to call him could be an obstacle over that role.

- Deutsch Immigrant is told from The Poodle's perspective as she reflects on her life under Madame Marcel's control. This the also first song where characters such as Cherry or Snitch get mentioned by name.

- Elephant Man is, interestingly sang from none of the character's perspective (but chances are it could be someone we didn't meet yet ;) ). We learn that the Elephant Man himself is a very influential and intimidating figure, possibly being one of the most powerful people in the city of Sybaris. He proposes Madame Marcel an offer which she "can't refuse" - in exchange of granting her some extra cash he wants The Poodle, but the reasoning is unknown (though knowing that The Poodle is a prostitute of some level of fame around her, I suspect Elephant Man wants her under his handling for MORE MONEYS). Madame accepts the deal. "The first few weeks were good, the dollar bills came rolling in"... but soon everything crumbles down as soon as Madame tries to trick the Elephant in some way or other (we don't know exactly how or why, sadly). She denies her involvement in this all and possibly dies as Madame isn't mentioned again after this song. Also the song itself is a banger, good job Kabaret Sybarit!

- Animal is told from the perspective of Jacques (or Jack, depending on which variant you prefer), Cherry's boyfriend. He talks about how his love for her is driven by lies about his feelings, which he doesn't feel towards Cherry and is only in for the head she gives (lol). /humor He soon proposes a threesome between them and The Poodle (for whatever reason). He then just straight up rejects Cherry and tells her he's just a "street dog spreading his seed", confirming the painful truth. What a prick!

- Souviens De Cherie is, despite the name, from The Poodle's perspective AGAIN. She reflects on the events in her life so far, and reminisces of the threesome. Poodle's questioning if the love she still feels for Cherry is shared between the two, or was it just a fling. Interestingly in the music video for The Poodle we can see the two actors representing Cherry and Poodle making out, and that perhaps means they did more than that one night stand (but who knows). This is also my favorite song from this group, hehe.

- And for the last song, Bloodshed and Bones is sang by the Snitch, which is basically a chaotic criminal controlling the French goons that are the main force of the red light district. He sings how extremely he wants the Poodle on the threat of destroying Sybaris with Bloodshed and Bones involved (see what I did there?).

So, yeah, that's was the Poodle arc of Kabaret Sybaris' discography explained by yours truly. If you have any questions don't be afraid to ask. The debut album Rum nr. 13 is also really interesting (and the one I prefer over the 'reboot' part of Kabaret Sybarit), so you should probably check it out if you speak Danish (none of the songs are in English) and you want more.

has anyone actually fully pieced together the kabaret sybarit lore?? (and by that I mean the poodle and the grand finale since the first album is a different story)

I've been trying to recently but I keep on seeing conflicting theories

[cherrythepuppet]

Dead?

[Closeups below]

[Wirtten version below as well]

TW: Assination

Cherry sat as she wiped her forehead and pulled at the weeds from the ground with a sigh "Dads! I'm done!" She called out

However no reply only the sounds of the church bell ringing across town "God I hate that thing-" POW!

She slumped to the ground limp, the last thing her eyes saw was a gun coming out of the church windows

"CHERRY!"

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"She's waking up!" Cherry slowly sat up and rubbed her forehead "Ugh... my head" She mumbled

She opened her eyes and saw a worm on her face "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS UGLY ASS WORM THING?!" Cherry shouted

"Rude"the worm scoffed as a hand picked it up, Cherry looked at who the hand belonged to and see a star woman

"Welcome to the underground! How was the fall?" The star asked "I, Sally Starlet, have been the first to come and welcome you!" The star exclaimed

Cherry blinked "Fall? I never fell-" She was cut off by the worm "She meant your death" the worm explained

Cherry paused with her eyes as wide as the planets "Death...?" She asked quietly

Corpse puppet belongs to @sketchquill, Enjoy my shitty comic and some Corpse Cherry lore

[sergeantsporks]

So, in light of Chapter 28...

Caleb thought that Phoenix was dead the whole time he was missing?!

That... Hoo boy, that must've eaten him up inside. Phoenix had just gotten settled in the gilded house and begun to find his place in the family when the day of unity went down. Caleb must've felt like a complete and utter failure of a father, knowing that he allowed Phoenix to race off into danger, only for his son to "die" for it.

Does this mean that he thought Jason and Hunter were dead until Phoenix assured (Not that it was very reassuring) him that they were in the human realm? That's even worse! He REALLY must've been heartsick over getting so many of his kids "killed." Sensitive soul Jason, newfound pillar of the family Phoenix, "baby" of the family Hunter...

Plus Luz, King, Willow, Amity & Gus. Titan, I have no idea how this poor man kept himself together while going around thinking that all of those children were dead. Did he... believe that Belos killed them too? That would just be the shitty cherry on top of the gross guilt cake.

He didn't necessarily think that was what had happened for suresies, but he definitely feared the worst had happened. I mean, they didn't come back, and the last place they were seen was falling apart. And then not being able to see them... Evelyn for sure tried to cheer him up by saying "don't worry, if they were dead, the crystal ball would just show us their corpses, it's probably just all of the crazy magic flying around here making the crystal ball fritz out" but as you can imagine. That was not very comforting.

He knows his kids are resourceful, he knew that Phoenix is tough and would protect them, and he knew that Hunter (and the other kids) had magic and he knew that Jason would keep them from giving up, so for the first week, everyone kept an eye out for them. They got as close to the head as possible to see if they could find them He thought they'd come back. He would go out with patrols (until they basically told him "Dad, you're really bad at this, stay home) looking, and he stayed up late. But they never showed, he started losing hope. He didn't hold out much hope that they'd just been turned into puppets, either, because they were. You know. Inside of the crumbling head. And not with the rest of the population. He didn't think it was Belos, though, he thought it was the Collector if anything.

But, you know! The rest of the kids are watching him! And he has fifteen new people to take care of! And their hunting/scavenging range for food has been limited! And there's a godchild out there wrecking everything and he's supposed to be calm and collected and take care of people just like he always has and if he stops to think about it for three seconds instead of continuing to move then he will collapse into a bottomless pit of despair!

[thewertsearch]

CALSPRITE: HEE HEE HEE HEE HAA HAA CALSPRITE: HEE HEE HOO HOO HEE HEE DAVE: please DAVE: just once DAVE: shut the hell up

Unsurprising. 

Jaspers was already approaching the bare minimum of sentience required to function as a Sprite. Jokes notwithstanding, Cal is literally just a puppet - there's nothing in its head but carnival music on a loop.

Typical Strider. He wouldn’t be caught dead with a PDA, so he made the 'trendier' version of John's glasses. Surprised he’d jettison the actual Stiller shades, but this is definitely a tradeup.

TG: im going back TT: Already? TG: what do you mean already shit took 4 goddamn months

Wait, how far ahead is this timeskip? 

Is is actually four months? Dave’s feats would make sense then, but literally nothing else would. A timeskip makes no sense at the point we’re at in the story - we have like five ongoing, time-sensitive plot threads, for crying out loud!

TT: I thought we planned to progress as far as we could before you went back. TT: To gather information, and avoid repeating mistakes.

Wait.

We’ve skipped to the future, and it doesn’t make narrative sense to stay there. 

Dave’s got a time machine. 

We’re about to pull a Future Trunks. 

TG: what else is there to know TG: we lost TG: cant finish the game with a dead heir and witch

What? No! John was the most experienced Sburb.... player....

TG: after they tricked john into skipping way ahead and getting his ass handed to him by the denizen TG: i guess once they managed to sabotage us they were done with us

GALLOWS. FUCKING. CALIBRATOR.

Did you plan this, Libra? Did you see this coming when you were drawing that hilarious map? When you were chatting with John, encouraging him to bend the rules of the game, were you picturing his cherry-scented corpse?

If you did, CG is going to be livid. He’s been working his ass off to get the kids to open up to him, and you just murdered two of them. Surely you had to have some sort of plan beyond that. You understand this game, but was your understanding ultimately flawed? What really happened in the Denizen’s Palace?

Either way, this is, from a certain perspective, the greatest ‘troll’ yet. John thought he was winning the game, but I doubt he ever stood a chance in hell, cheats or no cheats.

That madwoman, she really did it!

She actually fucked up the timeline!

[outlying-hyppocrate]

what if you force-feed me lies until they spill out of the sides of my mouth and then take me to lie on a bed of peach stones? case study 0013 cannot be observed any longer as he is absorbed in himself with the one he sees in the water. son reflet. it gets awfully tedious to watch him fawn over himself again and again. luckily, he will drink up your untruths eagerly. bottles upon broken bottles of cherry wine lay near his fragile glass corpse, they are gifts from his alcoholic father. there are 76 in total. 34 of them have been gifted to the reflection. the others are the ones he treats himself with, but little does 0013 know, he is being poisoned with the words of his puppeteers through quote-unquote alcoholism

[dustedrosedraws]

Here's my chaotic Moonjumper and Snatcher hybrid design again, this time with additional info/notes on him that I wrote up.

Name: Moon Snatcher (Moons is what I've been calling him as a nickname)

He's a Shadow-Corpse ghost entity (He’s part shadow ghost (like Snatcher), part corpse of his former self (like MJ). It’s complicated, best not to think about it too much. I'm still figuring out how that happened)

He has MJ’s voice (whatever you think that sounds like, I can't describe it) with the echo voice effects of Snatcher. He has Snatcher’s personality mostly but he's more polite, has some dignity to him, and is very curious about unfamiliar things. He still uses contracts like Snatcher, and he does still steal souls.

Abilities: 

Soul stealing — Moons is able to take and give back souls, often taking them more than giving them back. He may or may not have eaten a few of them, but he's not going to confirm nor deny it.

Area warping — Moons is able to warp reality and create pocket dimensions (that's the weird purple area Snatcher uses when you get caught in the Snatcher traps, Moons can do that too except it's a different color and vibe)

Teleportation — Moons can teleport himself and objects around. He probably could teleport other people too, but he doesn't want to be liable for anything that might happen to said person so he doesn't.

Creation — Moons is capable of creating things from thin air such as contracts, potions, cherry bombs, etc.

Puppeteering/String Manipulation - Moons can attack anyone in his forest with strings and use them as a puppet as long as he needs/wants to. He can speak through the puppet in addition to moving the body around. These strings can also grab onto objects, be used to make traps, and create anything to Moons's desire (like making minion bodies, costumes for the Hat Kid, art projects, etc).

[wintrymorena]

Dark Little Ditty #1

Though you may not have wondered on it, you should know now that the art of aerial silks is, in actuality, not often performed with true silk ribbons- rather, most are inclined to utilize varying weaves of nylon or polyester for their craft. After all, silk is quite the costly material, and most can only dream of possessing such a quantity as the sport requires.

However, when seen in the hands of a marionette so exemplary of grace and luxury as his hero, the pin-striped keeper of Scarlet Fever- upscale establishment for the sinners of his city, as it were- could see clearly that the investment was a worthy one. 

Against the coppery glow of her bare arms and sleek, cabernet jumpsuit, the golden cocoon of wealth which kept his little hero’s weight from crashing to the floor sent a message clear as night and day.

Compared to me, you are nothing. You are weak, and poor, and small. I could crush you just as easily with a text as with a gun, for only one so confident in their power could flaunt his prizes so openly.

That was what his hero was, in the end- a pretty little prize, if only a fraction more indispensable due to their bloody strings attached. Even so, she too could have been thrown aside if she’d not proven to be a useful bit of decoration. Thankfully, she’d given the villain reason enough to hold her close.

Each night- just as she did on this one- she would pull herself higher and higher into the air, swirling and spinning her way to a deadly peak that onlookers would fear with bated breaths. She would tease them with smaller falls from her carefully woven web before erasing any trace of doubt in her ability with a steady, practiced recovery. They would feel relieved- giddy, even- to be reassured of her safety, even though it was not their body which was dangling so precariously in the air.

And then, when the simple nod from her torturer registered and an invisible tear had snuck from her eye, an intentional fall would snap her neck against the cherry hardwood below.

They would not move.

They would not dare. 

The crowd would go quiet, and simply stare at the mangled treasure before them with the same sort of fear that came with a gunshot- the fear of not knowing where it came from, nor who the bullet struck, nor whether it’s target would be blessedly inanimate or just as living as the heartbeat drumming in their own chest.

The hero’s corpse would stare them in the eye one by one, so intensely that those closest to her would be inclined to tilt their heads at a similar angle if only to feel more comfortable with it.

It would only be when her cruelly splintered spine began to hammer itself straight and screams began to burst from behind her displaced jaw would they sink back into their seats, having finally been relieved of the waiting. 

It was true.

She could not die- not in the physical sense, at least.

And so, all was well.

The crowd would walk away happily once she’d risen from the floor. After all, it was all in good fun, right? She didn’t feel it. They’d been told that she couldn’t. The screams didn’t mean anything.

Really, what was pain after it had been corrected?

In the end, the villian would smile contentedly as his guests rushed out of the door to avoid the discomfort of seeing his prize stiffly bow, all the while haphazardly praising the show he’d put on for them as they passed. He would come away with a brand new ring of puppets whose fear would keep them from questioning, and whose whispered terror would wrangle yet another morbidly curious bunch for him to scare into submission.

Even his hero’s sobs, which erupted every night once the last of the crowd had vanished behind the doors, would not keep the villian from feeling proud of his little puppet show.

It was a simple thing, healing, but oh so beautiful when used for sport.

A/N: This first little ditty is starting us off strong with a fun little horror scene, heavily inspired by the darker snippets that @the-modern-typewriter and @save-the-villainous-cat seem to enjoy so much. Love as always, dear readers :)

[nitrateglow]

Halloween 2022 marathon: 11-12

Onibaba (dir. Kaneto Shindo, 1964)

In war-torn fourteenth-century Japan, a pair of peasants-- a young woman and her mother-in-law-- stave off starvation by looting samurai corpses for armor and weapons to sell. A male neighbor named Hachi returns from the war, informing the duo that the older woman’s son perished in battle. The mother-in-law suspects Hachi might have killed her son, and her dislike of him grows to all-consuming hatred when he seduces her widowed daughter-in-law. Afraid of being left alone should the lovers elope, the older woman resorts to ever desperate measures to keep them apart.

Onibaba is a sneaky film. When it starts, it plays out like a simple drama between these three characters. I was enjoying it, but I wondered if the common horror movie label people put on it was justified. Then we get to the halfway point-- and things get CREEPY. I was on edge at that point and the final scene gave me chills.

I was reminded a bit of Hereditary in that the scariest thing in the movie is the sheer enmity exuded by the mortal human characters, rather than the supernatural elements. Even in the less “genre” early scenes, you have the sneaking suspicion that this story will end badly. The two women are desperate people, driven to borderline madness by their bad situation. Everyone's motives are understandable enough to where you get why they’re doing what they do while still recoiling from them. The older woman wants to survive and is bitter about how the war has cheated her of her child and her stable life. The young widow is lonely and stifling under her mother-in-law’s domination.

The cherry on top is the gorgeous cinematography, a stark black and white look that makes this setting seem all the harsher. It’s movies like this that make me wish black-and-white was still seen as a commercially viable option for mainstream movies. Black and white can add so much atmosphere to a movie-- I cannot imagine this story having the same impact in color.

Svengali (dir. Archie Mayo, 1931)

Sinister musical genius Svengali marvels at the potential of the beautiful young Trilby, a tone-deaf but promising artist’s model with a remarkably shaped mouth. She has no real interest in music and is preoccupied with her romance with a boring bland typical 30s horror romantic lead innocent artist Billie, but luckily for Svengali, he has hypnotic powers which render Trilby helpless to do anything but obey his will. She marries him and becomes opera sensation La Svengali, touring Europe to great acclaim. Svengali is rolling in money and prestige, but he comes to find he cannot command Trilby’s love and this leads to their mutual downfall.

I last saw this movie around 2011-2012-ish. I remember liking it, mainly for the expressionistic sets and John Barrymore’s multi-faceted performance as the titular villain. Barrymore insisted on having Svengali be funny and charming in his first scenes, so that when his more sinister side reveals itself, the audience has a far more complicated reaction. And it works!

Svengali himself has all kinds of dimensions as a character-- he’s a bit like Erik in The Phantom of the Opera (actually, this movie’s source novel was allegedly an inspiration when Gaston Leroux wrote Phantom) in that he’s both sinister and pitiable. He’s monstrous enough to send a former lover to her death when he becomes tired of her and to manipulate Trilby into becoming his personal singing puppet, but he draws the line at forcing Trilby to “love” him, keeping their marriage unconsummated despite his desire. Even when he could hypnotize her to give herself to him, he refuses it, showing he does have some decency in spite of everything.

I can’t comment on this film without mentioning Marian Marsh as Trilby. Marsh is so, so cute-- I have no other words to describe her. A lot of horror heroines from this period tend to be simple ingenue types, but Marsh’s Trilby is a standout. She’s charming, un-self-conscious, and sweet, and seems to have a joke for every occasion. She’s so likeable that it becomes hard to watch the way her identity is eroded by Svengali’s influence.

I’m not even sure you could really call this 100% horror, though the visuals and Svengali’s supernatural powers fit the genre. The spooky standout is a technically brilliant sequence in which Svengali mentally summons Trilby and the camera moves from a close-up of Svengali to outside his apartment, then over the rooftops and into Trilby’s bedroom. Considering the stereotype of the immobile camera of the early talkie period, this sequence is a stunner.

It’s a weird, haunting movie all around, a chilling gem of pre-code cinema. It’s in the public domain as far as I can tell, so it’s easy enough to find if you’re interested.

[black-white-and-red-all-over]

Spun in Spider's Silk (DLD I)

Coriander: an annual herb of the Apiaceae family, colored a bright green and fractally symmetrical, representing hidden worth.

Tansy: an herbaceous perennial plant in the Aster family, colored a bright yellow and blooming in bunches, representing declarations of war and/or hostile thoughts.

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Though you may not have wondered on it, you should know now that the art of aerial silks is, in actuality, not often performed with true silk ribbons- rather, most are inclined to utilize varying weaves of nylon or polyester for their craft. After all, silk is quite the costly material, and most can only dream of possessing such a quantity as the sport requires.

However, when seen in the hands of a marionette so exemplary of grace and luxury as their Coriander, the pin-striped keeper of Scarlet Fever- upscale establishment for the sinners of their city, as it were- could see clearly that the investment was a worthy one. 

Against the coppery glow of their bare arms and sleek, cabernet jumpsuit, the golden cocoon of wealth which kept Coriander's weight from crashing to the floor sent a message clear as night and day.

Compared to me, you are nothing. You are weak, and poor, and small. I could crush you just as easily with a text as with a gun, for only one so confident in their power could flaunt his prizes so openly.

That was what Coriander was, in the end- a pretty little prize, if only a fraction more indispensable due to the bloody strings attached. Even so, they too could have been thrown aside if they’d not proven to be a useful bit of decoration. Thankfully, Coriander had given their tormentor- Tansy- reason enough to hold them close.

Each night- just as they did on this one- they would pull themself higher and higher into the air, swirling and spinning their way to a deadly peak that onlookers would fear with bated breaths. They would tease them with smaller falls from their carefully woven web before erasing any trace of doubt in their ability with a steady, practiced recovery. The audience would feel relieved- giddy, even- to be reassured of their safety, even though their bodies were not the ones dangling so precariously in the air.

And then, when the simple nod from Tansy registered and an invisible tear had snuck from Coriander's eye, an intentional fall would snap their neck against the cherry hardwood below.

No one would move.

No one would dare. 

The crowd would go quiet, and simply stare at the mangled treasure before them with the same sort of fear that came with a gunshot- the fear of not knowing where it came from, nor who the bullet struck, nor whether it’s target would be blessedly inanimate or just as living as the heartbeat drumming in their own chest.

Coriander's corpse would stare them in the eye one by one, so intensely that those closest to them would be inclined to tilt their heads at a similar angle if only to feel more comfortable with it.

It would only be when their cruelly splintered spine began to hammer itself straight and screams began to burst from behind their displaced jaw would the onlookers sink back into their seats, having finally been relieved of the waiting. 

It was true.

They could not die- not in the physical sense, at least.

And so, all was well.

The crowd would walk away happily once they’d risen from the floor. After all, it was all in good fun, right? Coriander couldn't feel it. They’d all been told that they couldn’t in their invitations. The screams didn’t mean anything.

Really, what was pain after it had been corrected?

In the end, Tansy would smile contentedly as their guests rushed out of the door to avoid the discomfort of seeing their prize stiffly bow, all the while haphazardly praising the show they’d put on for them as they passed. The villain would come away with a brand new ring of puppets whose fear would keep them from questioning, and whose whispered terror would wrangle yet another morbidly curious bunch for them to scare into submission.

Even their Coriander’s sobs, which erupted every night once the last of the crowd had vanished behind the doors, would not keep Tansy from feeling proud of their little puppet show.

It was a simple thing, healing, but oh so beautiful when used for sport.

A/N: This first little ditty is starting us off strong with a fun little horror scene, heavily inspired by the darker snippets that @the-modern-typewriter and @save-the-villainous-cat seem to enjoy so much. Just a note, also, that this was originally posted on my last account which I am moving the contents of to this one.

[cherrythepuppet]

Corpse puppet [Part 14]

sobbing because I'm almost done with this but I don't really mind because that means I can finally draw Cherry, @sketchquill tis a great sorrow

~

After they found cherry and made her apologize to Barnaby (Which she refused to do for thirteen minutes until she was threatened by frank), Wally and (Y/n) stood in the center of the town

"Gather round! Gather round, everybody!" (Y/n) yelled making sure to gain everyone's aattention We've decided to do this thing properly!" Wally said

"So grab what you can and follow us! We're mlving this wedding party upstairs!" (Y/n) exclaimed as the dead citizens began to talk "Upstairs? l didn't know we had an upstairs!"

"Sounds creepy!" "Let's go!" "A wedding, a wedding! We're going to have a wedding"

As wally went over to talk with sally cherry jad walked up to (Y/n) "Hold on, (Y/n)! You can't get married looking like that!" Cherry said

(Y/n) looked at them in confusion as cherry pulled a needle and thread out of her pocket "Sit down" Cherry mumbled which (Y/n) did as cherry fixed the rips and tears in their outfit

"I want you know that if you ever make apple man cry again or hurt him in any way i will steal your soul" cherry told them "Y-yes of course!" (Y/n) said

"Great! Oh I've been waiting to go to your wedding since we were ten!" Cherry exclaimed "what?" They asked "You stuipd and dense" Cherry muttered 

Then it dawned on them "Cherry!" (Y/n) yelled "But how- how did you die?!" They asked which made cherry pulled up the hair on her forehead

There was an X on her forehead "Assination" Cherry told them then put her hair back "What!?" (Y/n) yelled "Who did it?!" They asked "I don't know them personally but it was some blonde chick...i dont know why all I know is they wanted me dead" Cherry mumbled 

"Now I must go get my sewing kid to fix wally's hand" Cherry said before disappearing

"A wedding, we're going to have! A wedding ake is no mistake it must be quite sublime!" Poppy exclaimed as they began to finish up the cake

poppy slapped Sally's hand away as she tried to steal frosting "The perfect cake is hard to miss!" Poppy said as she finished the cake and with Barnaby's help brought the cake outside

"A wedding, a wedding! We're going to have A wedding! Huzzah, huzzah We're going to have a wedding! A wedding! Let's all give out a cheer 'Cause the Groom is getting married today!"

Cherry bit the thread off and tightened it to make sure it wouldn't come off again "There we go" Cherry mumbled 

"One thing you can surely say is we will stand beside Until the end we will defend Our one and only Groom! Our Groom-to-be, our Groom-to-be! Our lovely Corpse Puppet!"

"Huzzah! Hooray! Huzzah! Hooray! Our Groom is getting married today!" "Oh, there he is!" "Here he comes!" "Oh, oh, the Groom is here! he's waited for this day For many a year For this day, for this day! Our hopes and our pride The Groom is here!"

"Here comes the Groom! Here comes the Groom! Here comes the Groom For this day, for this day Will last forever! And all of his friends Will work together To make it the perfect day he's always dreamed of!"

"Our hopes and our pride! Our Groom, our lovely Groom! We're going to have a party Like nobody's ever seen The living in the land above Will not know where they've been The land above!" 

"The party of the Groom! Here comes the Groom On this glorious day of days Up to the land of the living To celebrate!"

The deas citizens began to head up to the land of the living as (Y/n) held wally's Hand and Cherry who was being carried by Sally got hit with a book "CHERRY!" Sally yelled

"That wasn't me!" Cherry replied "IT WAS ME!" José exclaimed as they ran past everyone and threw a book at (Y/n) "OW- HEY! I GET ENOUGH OF THAT FROM CHERRY!" (Y/n) yelled

"Oh, dear" julie mumbled "Quiet down now, everyone!" She said as she tapped a wine glass with a small spoon "Thank you" She said

"Elegant, cultured, radiant, Howdy has found a wife with all these qualities and more Serendipity brought us together and no force on earth could tear us apart"

as julie was making something boring speech everything turned darker and darker...the lighting was now a dark green

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"There's an eye in me soup" lord piller said as Barnaby approached him "Oh, sorry" Barnaby said as he grabbed his eye out of the soup

As Barnaby put his eye back in every living person stared at him as Cherry appeared onto the table "WHERE THE F!CK AM I?!" She yelled

She saw julie and her eyes widened "You..." she mumbled but julie didn't notice her as everyone began screaming and panicking once more of the dead came....