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sketchquill · 10 months
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Pspspsps here’s some more art of Corpse Puppet Wally 👀
Also lets just say that when Wally died he had... trouble keeping himself together 🪓
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cloudy-dreams · 7 months
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Is it Halloween yet? 🎃
Hi! I’m happy to show all of you what I’ve been making for the past couple of days! The character selection is inspired by @djljpanda from this post ( here )
though I did changed some roles!
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Changed their palettes, mostly desaturated them or didn’t change them at all, I’m so happy how all of them came out!
And of course I couldn’t help myself to draw the Corpse Puppet Au by @sketchquill ! I see corpse Wally mistaking the tall Y/n skeleton for their Y/n
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Hope all of you enjoy this! And I will draw scenes in the movie with these silly puppets!
(Like that one scene where the Mayor is falling down the stairs, yea, Howdy will be falling down the stairs 💀)
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[Before Lucifer got cast out of Heaven]
Angel!Y/N, just found out Lucifer and Lilith are together : You lied to me!
Angel!Y/N : You told me that I am your soulmate! Just get back to that other woman!
Angel!Lucifer : Don’t you understand? You’re the other woman.
Angel!Y/N : No no! You’re supposed to be with me! She’s the other woman!
Angel!Lucifer : Why can’t you understand? It was a mistake, I would never be with you— *immediately regrets it*
Angel!Y/N, distraught :
Angel!Y/N, silently leaves the room :
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jessie-blogs-posts · 9 months
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Oh boy! Yesterday I watched Corpse Bride and I love it! X3 💕💕
Au belongs to: @sketchquill
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thechaoticdruid · 2 months
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Ngl I feel bad for her. She must of heard some weird shit that night.
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staryukis · 2 months
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✰ gn!reader x gojo ✰ angst/fix-it fic, ft. shokohime ++ ermm i had this idea at 5am and had to write it idk.. jjk 248 spoilers ahead + mild inspo from this fanart 🤓 posting today so i don’t have to think about how stressed i am for tonight’s 249 leaks hah.. enjoy ✰
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shoko firmly presses her hand down against his chest, nimble fingers splayed out across the muscle. even through the fabric of his shirt, seeping past the latex material of her gloves, she can feel just how cold—
“shoko, please—“
“just another minute,” she huffs out in frustration, her sunken eyes squeezed shut as she tries to pull her focus back to the task at hand. the cigarette hanging loosely from her lips threatens to slip out, and she relaxes her jaw to slide it from one corner of her mouth to the other. “utahime…”
“i told you, already… i gave you my all.”
shoko grumbles something under her breath, adjusting the press of her hand. utahime sighs before peering over at you, taking notice of how you hold yourself on the other side of the room. your trembling hands pulling a white fabric over the head of a man who knew the law, yet your worried eyes are stuck on him — a man who knew the inner machinations of your very soul.
“shoko, don’t you think—” utahime starts, her arms lowering to her sides as she tears her gaze away from you.
“i said give me another minute,” shoko snaps again, her hand now pressing against his chest with a pressure that should be considered painful to the receiver; she wonders, for a second, if the dead can even bruise.
utahime sighs before lifting her arms again, honing in on her cursed technique once more. she closes her eyes, saving herself the heartbreaking sight of the two colleagues in mourning.
it’s hard — avoiding looking at satoru’s eyes. the once bright blues you used to love so much were now dimmed to a dull grey as he lay on the operating table, completely lifeless. it’s hard, because if you’re not looking at his eyes, you’re looking at his bandaged abdomen, the very source of his undoing. so you instead shift your gaze up to shoko's face, noticing how the crease in her brow only tightens with every passing second.
she looks exhausted.
utahime activates solo forbidden area, and past the sounds of the traditional instrument vital to her ritual, you're sure you can hear a faint buzzing sound. the hum of shoko's technique is loud in your ears — or maybe it's the sound of your anxious heart, since you're only able to watch as shoko tries to kickstart satoru's own.
she healed his body to the best of her abilities, aided by the buff from utahime. putting him back together was easy, but reanimating corpses is beyond her. then again, satoru has come back from the dead once before... maybe if she could just give him a little push; get his heart to pump just one time.
(if only she could reach her hands in and breach the flesh and bones of his chest, grab the vital organ herself and give it a firm squeeze— she could always stitch him back together, if she did.
or perhaps, he could do it himself.)
a heavy sigh breaks past shoko's lips, and your eyes are now back on her hand on satoru's chest. you can see her arm trembling; distantly, you wonder if she'd ever used her technique as tirelessly as she is right now.
"shoko..."
"can you—" shoko sighs, about to snap at you again, but then her eyes meet yours and her response is instantly defused. she knows it can't be easy for you to see this, either. to see the sight of her trying so hard to revive your one and only; all while such attempts are futile.
even then, shoko cares too much about satoru to not at least be a little stubborn about it.
she swallows roughly, gaze shifting from you over to utahime. how utahime's arms sway as she moves with a delicacy shoko would have found awe-inspiring on any other occasion. but right now, shoko can't help but selfishly think — can you move faster? is there not more you can do for me?
yet she, too, is at her limit.
shoko feels a tightness in her throat as the reality of the situation finally dawns on her, after so long of denying it from herself. it settles in her bones and she unknowingly clenches her jaw in frustration, her teeth almost cutting clean through the cigarette in her mouth. she wants to yell out, to slam her fist on satoru's chest hard enough to get his blood pumping herself. she wants to do more— more for him.
she starts to wonder if she should have trained more. she knows her own limits, and yet she can't help entertaining the idea of reaching inside the very source of the cursed energy in her body, grabbing it by the shoulders and shaking it hard. slapping it across the face until it brings satoru back.
the jujutsu world isn't done with him, their strongest. shoko isn't done with him, her dearest and oldest friend.
utahime opens her eyes when she picks up on shoko's silence, and she notices the way the younger woman seems to have given up. almost like a deflated balloon, shoko's arm relaxes first, then the crease in her brow is smoothed out. her eyes meet utahime's and there's a mutual understanding between the two, a silent conclusion they've both come to.
slowly, utahime lowers her hands once more, and her eyes are back on you. you were quick to pick up on the silent exchange between the two women, eyes darting frantically as you looked between them both and then back on the corpse lying on the table. you want to cry out, to scream with all your might and tell them to keep trying—
but alas, you can't. you've cried so much at this point your throat can only muster raspy phrases. broken syllables stitched together to form what you think should sound like a word, but is actually just the moans of a heartbroken widow to anyone who hears it.
shoko frowns, avoiding your gaze when she sees the way your expression falls once more. she'd not only failed satoru, but she failed you — she gave you the false hope that this was anything she was even remotely prepared to handle.
she hears a sniffle break past your lips, a weak whimper as you try to speak, but utahime is quick at your side. she gently grabs your shoulders, turning you away from the sight. shoko removes the gloves on her hands, brushes the hair out of satoru's forehead. she closes his eyes.
shoko then grabs the cigarette in her mouth and puts it out, setting it down on an ashtray nearby. she stares at the string of smoke above it, how the dull gray matched the irises of a man who was supposed to be blue. all bright blues like the sky on a clear day, like the ocean — now, instead, they were gray like the clouds on a rainy day; gray like the smoke of a cigarette that's been put out.
she lifts the fabric bunched around his waist, pulling it up and over his head, and then she stares. with a defeated sigh, she rests her arms over his and leans her head down, pressing her forehead against his chest.
"i'm sorry," shoko whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. she is so tired of losing the people around her.
she feels a hand on her back, and instantly realizes that it's your hand. you were comforting her, instead of it being the other way around. she easily recognized it to be you, because your palm always had such a distinct warm feeling; it was like that same warmth that satoru always carried in his heart. she feels it spread throughout her back, reaching her cheeks, her forehead—
shoko stills, body going completely stiff. you're quick to lift your hand, thinking that you startled her, but before you can get a word in she's shushing you. she's then lifting a hand up, commanding complete silence from the other two people in the room, and she turns her head to press her ear against his chest. she closes her eyes again, hoping and praying that what she felt was real...
and that's when she hears it.
a heartbeat.
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tagging: @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @softgirlgonehaywire @elusivemoon @mysugu @cinnamoneve @lovelyless-fiction @anthoosies @forest-hashira @satosugucide @triviahct @feelingtoosilly @byemho @majikuriboh @n0tt0daymfs @tojisbimbo for the satoshoko best friend ism :3
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corazon-celeste-au · 2 months
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The two versions of Wally Darling are still not finished, this is a sketch... I hope you like it. :3
Corpse puppet AU by @sketchquill @cloudy-dreams
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princessgorewhorexx · 2 months
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“yeah he love me but he fucks me like he hates my guts, he hit the spot to make me squirt and let me paint his nuts.” -ayesha erotica
i’ve had a shit day and this big boy helped cheer me up 🙃🩷
kisses xx
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bloodyteethh · 2 months
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etheries1015 · 3 months
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"Pardon my enthusiasm..." - Malleus Draconia after ranting hours on end about his passions
"I like your enthusiasm" - Yuu leaning in listening attentively with a gentle smile on their face <3
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sketchquill · 10 months
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Wally Darling as the Corpse Bride or in this case Corpse Puppet!
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cloudy-dreams · 6 months
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I wanted to draw some interactions between the Corpse Puppet Au by @sketchquill and my TNBC Au ❤️ I should draw more interactions!
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If Y/n Skellington ever met the deceased Lady Julie, they would immediately banish her to Home’s lair, where Home and Julie meet, eventually becoming evil buddies, due to the fact they both despise Y/n
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xuzuitengenx · 6 months
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CORPSE BRIDE AU : Getou Suguru x Male Reader
Emily : M!Reader
Victor : Geto
Victoria : Gojo
A/N : SINCE ITS HALLOWEEN SEASON, I THOUGHT TO MAKE THISSS— ALSO I CHANGED THE ENDING A BIT BUT IT ENDS THE SAME AS THE MOVIE!!
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"With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty for I will be your wine." Geto lifts the cup, making eye contact with the man before him, M/N.
"Now you." The skeleton gestured to M/N.
Smiling softly at the black hair man, he spoke his vows.
"With this hand, I will lift your sorrows.." M/N picking up a bottle of poison instead of a cup.
"Your cup will never empty.." Before M/N continued further, he pours the liquid into the cup that Geto was holding.
"For I will be–" M/N stops, seeing a familiar white hair man named Gojo Satoru who was watching the ceremony that involved his fiancée.
Stunned, M/N's eyes still remained on Gojo, repeating the last sentence once more until he draws the sentence out again.
"Go on." The skeleton urged as Geto held a slight confused look.
"Your cup...will never empty.." M/N looked at Geto as his eyes moved back to Gojo.
"For I will be..." M/N held hesitation, eyes snapped back to Geto.
"–For I will be your wine." Geto finishes for M/N as he lifts the cup to his lips until M/N places his hand on top of the cup, pushing it away which made Geto look at him in more confusion.
Whispers began at the action M/N just took.
"I can't.." M/N whispers to Geto.
"What's wrong?" Geto asks, going to look behind him as M/N has been looking there. M/N's hands prevented him on doing so as he held Geto's warm cheeks, moving his head back towards M/N.
"This is wrong...I was a groom. My dreams were taken from me.."
Geto listens as he watches a tear fell and roll down M/N's cheek.
"Now...Now I stolen them from someone else.." M/N took a breath, looking at Geto with a soft gaze.
"I love you Geto, but you're not mine.."
Geto looks at M/N as his eyebrows rose. M/N removed his hands off of Geto's cheeks and gestured his one skeleton hand out to Gojo.
Geto followed where M/N's hand was gesturing to and saw Gojo there.
"Satoru.." Geto whispers his name in shock as Gojo began walking to Geto, wearing his tux like the other two men.
Gojo laid his hand on top of M/N's and M/N grabbing Geto's and he entwined the couple's hands together.
The right couple looks at each other with smiles. M/N looks at them before he starts to walk away.
"Wait, I made a promise.." Geto says, walking towards M/N. M/N turns to Geto.
"You kept your promise. You set me free.." M/N lifts his hand that had the wedding ring that Geto accidentally proposed to M/N with and takes it off.
Holding the ring, M/N used his other hand to grab Geto's once more, placing the golden ring in his palm and making Geto's hand close.
"Now I can do the same for you.." M/N smiles, admiring Geto's beautiful features one last time before walking away from Geto forever.
Leaving Gojo and Geto to live their happy lives together.
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jessie-blogs-posts · 8 months
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You know what?.. Screw the "Love triangle" and angst or.. whatever!
Here's an alternate version! y/n doesn't have to choose and can have both!
Au belongs to: @sketchquill
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x-reader-theater · 6 months
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Secret Messages from a Lover
summary: While you're streaming, your boyfriend sends you a message.
pairing: Corpse Husband x Gender Neutral Reader (no pronouns are used.)
word count: 670
warnings: none.
a/n: i really just needed to write something so self-indulgent because god i want this so bad. i figured others want it too. i've been so depressed lately that I just need a little fantasy, you know? my requests are open, and you can find my request rules here.
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“God, that video is so fucking funny,” you say, pulling your blanket around your shoulders tighter with one hand while the other brings your patterned tumbler with the sparkly straw up to your mouth, so you can drink your water. Your knees pull further up to your chest, which is easily done in your very spacious gaming chair. “OTV never fucking misses.”
You press a button on your stream deck, switching from the video you were just watching to your face, with chat scrolling in the top left-hand corner. You take another sip from your tumbler and pick out one of the comments passing by, scrolling to stop it from moving as you read it aloud.
“Were you on the newest Fear& episode? I was. QT, Hasan, Will, and I just kinda chatted for a bit. That was a good fucking episode, though,” you say with a grin. “Love those guys. QT especially, she’s fucking hilarious. She makes me laugh so fucking hard whenever I talk to her, even if we disagree on Taylor Swift.”
You keep scrolling back down, so you can keep seeing the comments when another one jumps out at you. “Are you gonna keep streaming? Yeah, chatter, I actually just started before that OTV video. I think Toast is gonna invite me to some Pico Park today? If not, I’ll just play some Valorant or something to pass the time. I gotta git good if I wanna beat, well, anyone,” you admit with a laugh, hiding your shame by taking another drink of water.
You see your phone light up in front of you. It’s a Discord notification, which you quickly check on your second monitor, assuming it’s Toast inviting you to the Discord call.
It’s not. It’s your boyfriend, Corpse.
“You look so cute today babe. You look so cosy wrapped up in your blanket and your smile is so bright. I'll never get tired of seeing it. I love you and have a good stream 🖤”
You feel your cheeks heat up at that, and you take a sip of your water to try and hide your reaction. You haven’t told anyone you're dating Corpse yet, and you have no plans on it any time soon, but he makes you so happy you find it hard not to blurt it out whenever you can.
You send back a bunch of yellow hearts and an “I love you too!!!!!!! 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛”, biting your lip as you type on your very satisfying, clack-y keyboard.
That’s when you get the notification from Toast to join the shared call.
“Ah! Toast’s calling!” you exclaim for the benefit of your audience.
You quickly join the call, the connection sound filling you comfortable, over the ear headphones.
“Hey! What’s up!” you say into the call, getting a couple of “Hey!”’s and “Hello!”’s back.
Then you hear a familiar voice say, “What’s up.”
“Corpse!” You’re grinning at this point as you continue, “I didn't know you were gonna be playing!”
“Uh, yeah. Toast invited me last minute. Surprise?” he says like it’s a bad thing.
“We haven’t played anything together in a while and I saw him online and thought, ‘Fuck it,’ yaknow?” Toast asks and you chuckle.
“Well, it’s good to talk to you again, Corpse,” you say, setting your tumbler down on your desk. He got you that tumbler for your birthday not long ago, and it’s your favourite thing you own. He also got you the blanket that’s wrapped around your shoulders for your six-month anniversary, and it’s the warmest blanket in your house. You always wear it when you stream because the A/C is always blasting.
“It’s good to talk to you too,” you say, shivering as your heart hammers at his words.
You begin loading up Pico Park, just listening to everyone talk to each other, when you get another notification on Discord.
“I love you 🖤” it says.
“I love you too 💛” you reply, smiling into the camera for just a moment, just for him.
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josibunn · 6 months
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oh to be his controversially young rockstar gf :’(
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