𝒥𝑜𝓋𝒾𝒶𝓁𝐵𝒶𝓇𝓎𝑜

BOO! 𝕊𝕙𝕖/ℍ𝕖𝕣, 𝕗𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝔽ℂ 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕂𝕆𝕄

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𝔽𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕂𝕠𝕄 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 <𝟛

Basic Info below :)

Ⓞⓢⓡⓘⓒ (The Ex Chandler puppet)

A flirtatious puppet who may seem cute and friendly at first, but there is a mischievous side to him, perhaps caused by spending years confined to his cell.

Switch ;)

Calm in serious times.

His birthday: 10th of May

Absolutely loves candy or any kind of sweets (cakes, popsicles, chocolate and more)

Making candles is his tiny hobby.

ⓂⓊⓇⒾⒸ (The mummer puppet)

A silent and calm puppet who keeps his distance from others to feel comfortable. Of course, there is one exception.

Switch but mostly submissive ;)

Talks when it is necessary.

His birthday: 3rd of October

Really loves fruits <3

He likes to dance most of his time.

ⒶⓂⒾⒶⓈ (The abandoned puppet)

A shy and soft-spoken puppet who finds social interactions challenging, yet yearns to be accepted and spend time with others.

Submissive ;)

Steps up when someone is in danger.

His birthday: 9th of November

LOVES making hairstyles on anyone or on his own hair. Especially long ones.

Observes other most of his time.

ⓂⒺⓈⓈⒺⓃ (The messenger puppet)

A kind-hearted puppet who thrives on friendship and takes great joy in helping others, always striving to keep those around him happy.

Submissive ;)

Takes requests from others to get them what they want.

His birthday: 18th of March

Cough, really really really loves corndogs :)

Likes to spend time outside and with the chef puppet.

ⓈⒸⓎⓇⒶ (The Scribe puppet)

An elegant, graceful puppet who carefully guards her writings and private correspondence. Gaining access to her secrets requires earning her trust.

Nuh uh!

Falls asleep standing sometimes...

Her birthday: 15th of June

She enjoys sour candies!

Spends her time writing tales and fanfics with Intar (Osric's brother)

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Some Axe and Osric sketches :3 Tiny comic!

Executioner belongs to @the-dumb-bun <3

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If Murix actually loved MC too :^

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If breaking Osric out of jail is a bad idea, can I at least bring that poor mf a candle or something

I'm sure Axe won't ask any questions about the suspiciously candle shaped lump in my throat it's all cool. I just look like that

PFFT WHAT. But no, you can't bring candles to him ^^' BUT only if it's not lit up! Then you are free to give him one :) I would suggest bringing him some sweets!

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Hi Jovial!

I would like to learn more about Magisterious!

1- How would you describe their personality?

2- What do you think of Mc? Do you get along with him/her?

3- How would he get along with Celestia? Celestia would be curious about him.

Take all the time you need to answer!🌸

Helloo Hoshimi!^^

Mags is a very calm and patient puppet, though he can have quite an intimidating stare. He is friendly, but mainly toward those who are genuinely kind.

He has mixed feelings, but he is looking forward to working with MC. He just hopes they won't run into any puppets who are a little too... excessive.

Magisterius would find Celestia quite gorgeous. He would be more than happy to talk with her and perhaps get to know her better.

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𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽'𝓈 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈

Ercea discovering her ability

(lore story)

Word count: 1 143

(TW: Mental illness, death, child trauma)

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Ercea had once been called Amaris. 

Back then, she was only a 12 year old girl puppet trying to understand a world that seemed determined to take everything away from her. 

One by one, the people she loved began disappearing. 

Friends. Family. Caretakers. Puppets who had promised they would stay beside her. 

They all died. 

And Amaris never understood why. 

She desperately searched for an explanation, but her young mind could not make sense of it. Every death only left her with more questions, more fear, and more guilt. 

She was already struggling with schizophrenia, and the stress only made her condition worse. 

She had medication to help manage it, but she had begun forgetting to take her pills. Eventually, she stopped caring enough to keep track of them altogether. 

She was simply too tired. 

Too tired of everything. 

Amaris sat quietly on her bed, staring toward the corner of her room. 

The voices had returned. 

They never truly left her. 

Sometimes they sounded like her friends. Sometimes her family. Sometimes they were strangers whose faces she could not remember. 

They spoke over one another, appearing at different times inside her mind. 

Amaris slowly turned her head toward the corner. 

Nothing was there. 

At least, nothing anyone else would have seen. 

An elderly puppet stood nearby, watching her carefully. He had been assigned to look after her, and although some puppets whispered that Amaris was cursed, he refused to believe them. 

He felt nothing but sympathy for the young girl. 

“Amaris…” 

She didn't respond. 

Her gaze remained fixed on the corner. 

The elderly puppet sighed softly before snapping his fingers. 

Amaris's eyes immediately snapped toward him. 

She sat completely still. 

“What?” 

“You need to take your pills,” he said gently.  

“This isn't good for you.” 

“No.” 

Amaris looked away again. 

The elderly puppet approached her slowly and crouched in front of the bed. 

“You have to understand something, Amaris.” 

He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. 

“You are not cursed.” 

Amaris stared at him. 

Then the voices grew louder. 

“All of it is your fault!” 

“You ARE cursed!” 

“You killed us!” 

Amaris suddenly slammed her palm against her forehead. 

“Stop…” 

She hit herself again, desperate to drown the voices out. 

The elderly puppet immediately caught her wrist and lowered her hand. 

“Stop it, Amaris. You're going to hurt yourself.” 

He released her carefully and stood. 

He was about to give her some space when Amaris suddenly reached after him. 

She didn't want him to leave. 

But then- 

“Don't touch him.” 

Amaris froze. 

Her hand remained suspended in the air. 

Her eyes widened. 

The voice had been different. 

It sounded like her family. 

All of them. 

At once. 

She hesitated. 

But she had heard voices her entire life. 

Why should she listen to this one? 

Amaris reached out anyway and grabbed the elderly puppet's hand. 

“D-Don't go…” 

He flinched slightly at the sudden grab before giving her a faint, reassuring smile. 

“I'm not going anywhere.” 

He sat beside her again. 

And for a little while, they talked. 

Amaris finally felt safe. 

Days passed. 

Then one morning, Amaris realized she hadn't seen him. 

She waited. 

And waited. 

Eventually, she heard the news. 

The elderly puppet had died. 

Unexpectedly. 

No explanation. 

No cause. 

Just like everyone else. 

Amaris stared blankly when she heard. 

Then she broke down. 

She cried for hours in her room. 

Why? 

Why did everyone around her keep dying? 

Why was it always her? 

She spent the next several days barely leaving her room. 

She didn't even have the strength to visit Milo, one of the few friends she still had. 

Her mind replayed every memory. 

Every person. 

Every death. 

And then she remembered the voice. 

Don't touch him. 

Why had it said that? 

Was it coincidence? 

Or had it known something? 

Amaris couldn't stop thinking about it. 

Eventually, she forced herself out of bed and walked toward her cabinet. 

Her medication was stored on the highest shelf. 

She couldn't reach it. 

After searching around her room, she found something sturdy enough to stand on and carefully climbed up. 

She opened the cabinet. 

There was the bottle. 

Amaris stared at it for a long time. 

Her hands trembled. 

Then she grabbed two pills and swallowed them. 

She was sobbing the entire time. 

Maybe… 

Maybe it was finally time to start taking care of herself again. 

Maybe she could still get better. 

But the deaths continued. 

Another elderly puppet was assigned to care for her. 

He didn't last long. 

Then another. 

And another. 

Caretaker after caretaker came into Amaris's life. 

None stayed for more than a month. 

Amaris began to lose herself in fear. 

She became convinced there was something wrong with her. 

Something dangerous. 

She remembered touching the puppets who died. 

Could her touch have caused it? 

Was her skin poisonous? 

Was she actually cursed? 

She needed to know. 

Not because she wanted anyone to die. 

She desperately wanted the opposite. 

She just needed an answer. 

So she decided to test it. 

She found a healthy puppet and, with her left hand, gently touched them. 

Then she waited. 

Days passed. 

Nothing happened. 

Weeks passed. 

Still nothing. 

The puppet remained perfectly healthy. 

Amaris began to breathe easier. 

Maybe she really was imagining everything. 

Maybe she wasn't cursed after all. 

But she needed to be certain. 

Later, she approached another puppet. 

This time, she touched them with her right hand. 

Again, she waited. 

Days. 

Then weeks. 

And eventually.. 

The news came. 

A young adult puppet had died unexpectedly. 

Amaris froze. 

Her mind immediately returned to that moment. 

Her right hand. 

The touch. 

The death. 

“No…” 

She stared at her hand. 

It couldn't be. 

It had to be coincidence. 

But deep down, something inside her already knew. 

Amaris became terrified of her own hand. 

She found a glove and carefully pulled it over her right hand. 

She never took it off. 

Months passed. 

Then years. 

And something strange happened. 

No one else died around her. 

Not from her touch. 

Not while she kept her right hand covered. 

Slowly, painfully, Amaris finally understood. 

The deaths hadn't been random. 

Her family hadn't simply been unlucky. 

The people she had touched… 

They had died because of her. 

She had unknowingly carried the ability all along. 

A curse hidden inside her right hand. 

A single touch was enough. 

The victim wouldn't die immediately. 

It could take days. 

Sometimes weeks. 

But eventually, death would come. 

Amaris had spent years believing that everyone around her was being taken from her. 

The horrible truth was far worse. 

She had been the one taking them. 

And she had never known. 

After she became an Mercenary, she had her name changed to Ercea.

The girl who kept her right hand hidden beneath a glove. 

The girl who carried an ability she never asked for. 

A curse she eventually gave a name. 

Death's Kiss. 

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Hello! I just wanted to say I love your art and oc's!

But anyway my can you pls draw crownus getting slapped by mc (I'm new and just read Amias' lore and that SON OF BI- also my tablet pen broke so I can't ;-;)

You don't have to do this if you don't wanna and yet again I love your art and your oc's and have a good day or night 😁

With pleasure :) (TW abuse ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Hehe, got what deserved (●'◡'●)

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Hehe, some Messhef (づ￣ 3￣)づ

How adorable :3 Shefan belongs to @adochek <3

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Magisterius my bebe ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

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Some Ercea and Murix, and do not worry, Murix isn't uncomfortable here! They are close :)

Ercea just really LOVES his rabbit features

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I wanted to draw Crownus again but bit differently :^ Just a sketch!

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Could you draw mc and crownus

I wouldn't mind if it was NSFW

ASKING FOR A FRIEND-

I get Crownus is an asshole but.. dayum...

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Murix with long hair :3 He looks so beautiful... sobbing

And gave him more comfy clothes to put on ;^

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I wanna write something, maybe a long text :^ Story time! Please choose wisely 🙏

Ercea starting to understand her ability (lore story)

Murix and Hollis's relationship

Chevalier's work day before Crownus (lore story)

Voting ended onAug 11

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Would it be okay to ask if you could put a trigger warning on some of your posts (like the one between Murix and his brother)? Like, “tw ableism” “tw abuse” or “Tw mentions of abuse” for those of us who need that warning? Hope that’s alright to ask Jovi. Otherwise, hope you’re having a good day and Murix gets a big hug :)

Yes of course! I am deeply sorry for not doing that and not remembering to do something like that to some posts that I upload :, I will try doing this next time I promise! Thank you for telling me this^^

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Reason why they don't contact anymore. (Tw mentions of abuse!)

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Before the theater was shut down... Murix was put to do special performances for adults... but rarely :^

His costume 3 was the one used on them :D