Mother Gooseberry

[mothergooseberry]

written by Rose, 28, previously hereticalmother.

primarily interested in crossovers! HIGHLY SELECTIVE about interacting with the outlast rpc

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[also here: we happy few rp sideblog @unclejackworthing ]

[mothergooseberry]

[r.i.p. gooseberry I know she would've loved lana del rey]

[soulprompts]

REASONS TO CUP A FACE. ( A PROMPT LIST. )

with the help of some very talented and amazing friends, i present to you an unexpected, very spontaneous meme list based on the beautiful art of cupping someone's face! there's a mix of romantic and platonic here, and even a few that defy the boundaries of normal relationship dynamics! i hope you enjoy! as always; DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST NOR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!

[KISS]: sender cups the receivers face in their hands before drawing them closer for a kiss.

[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.

[CLEAN]: sender affectionately wipes a smudge of sauce from the corner of the receiver's mouth, cupping their face in the process.

[LIFT]: sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them.

[COMFORT]: sender cups a distressed receiver's face in their hands and steadies them by resting their foreheads together.

[ATTENTION]: during an important conversation, the sender takes the receiver's face in their hands and firmly directs their focus on them.

[MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still.

[PRIDE]: after the receiver succeeds in a remarkable achievement, the sender cups their face and tilts their foreheads together to express how proud they are of them.

[WHISPER]: in order to have a private, hushed conversation with the receiver, the sender cups their face and draws them close to make sure they can be heard.

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.

[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.

[LAST LOOK]: before going into a situation that may result in their death, the sender takes a moment to cup the unaware receiver's face in their hand, just to take a final look of admiration at them before they go.

[SACRIFICE]: the sender cups the receiver's face tenderly to distract them, right before shoving them out of the way (to safety) and facing an attack alone in order to buy the receiver enough time to escape.

[BELIEF]: in a moment where the receiver is lacking in self-confidence, the sender cups their face tenderly and professes their faith in the receiver's abilities.

[DISBELIEF]: after the receiver has done something completely unexpected (and reckless) the stunned sender cups their face in their hands while trying to get them to explain why the hell they did it.

[BETRAYAL]: trying to keep the receiver calm before the big reveal, the sender cups their face gently to keep them steady, and then reveals that they're the villain.

[WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused.

[INJURY]: after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them.

[RAMSAY]: after the receiver commits a culinary crime, the sender presses two slices of bread against either side of their face, cupping their face to hold the bread in place, and calls them an idiot sandwich.

[mothergooseberry]

[thinking about Phyllis and Dorris from the cafeteria again]

[purples-horror-blog05]

[kafkasapartment]

SHE MAY BE . . A BAG OF TROUBLE / SYPHILIS - GONORRHEA. 1940. By Christian. Poster.

[bruxsaria-deactivated20260522]

'Go to America they said. It'll improve your life they said. seronje'

This was like a nightmare come to life, and a major inconvenience for the woman. If having some sick fuck in a lab coat drill a pair of nightvision goggles to her fucking head was not the epitome of shitty luck, now she was corned by this woman who probably looked like she's seen better days, but Borna was not about to pity her. No, pity would be of no use....and she was not the sort to do so either.

Hell, she couldn't even pity herself for being in this situation: she was the one idiotic enough to believe some bogus advertisement of charity, so whose really to blame for her predicament?

'Is this how my short fucking life is going to end? Butched by this woman holding a fucking...duck puppet? Is it a duck? I don't know...'

She briefly considered fighting, perhaps in the struggle she might be able to escape with some minor injuries. Nothing a few bottles of burning alcohol couldn't fix. But a paranoid voice in the back of her mind cautioned her, believing she would not make it out alive, let alone unscathed, if she tried. Besides, it looked like the other could overpower her (she certainly was taller than Borna as well), so she opted for the only thing she could do:

Bullshit her way out of this, and pray that Veles down below had some mercy on her fucking soul.

"No. I'm not a thief, though I can't say the same for the others about here." Just her rotten luck, the fools she was thrown into this twisted game had abandoned her, probably out doing....what were they suppossed to do? Push some mannequins into a contraption of sorts?

"Fucking judas bastards'

Teeth gnashed in pure lividness and fury for having been left behind to deal with the one in front of her. She was being a tad unfair perhaps, it was survival of the fittest, but oh if she could get this one's attention off her and onto one of them...if only.

[mothergooseberry]

She doesn't seem to get along with her teammates. Interesting. It's not super uncommon for them to turn on each other, but it's usually they still have an ‘us against them’ mentality. They may not get along, but they try to hide that weakness from Gooseberry, try to appear as a united front. But, if the others still think they're a team…

The goose puppet on her hand finally speaks up. Well… it's clearly just Phyllis using a funny voice, but it's something. “They trust her, Phyllis! Use your head!”

“Who..?” The pieces aren't quite fitting together, though they must be fitting somewhere in her subconscious if she's projected the idea into her puppet. It's a force of habit to underestimate herself, to give credit for all the good ideas to her father.

“Did I raise you this fucking stupid or did you knock your head against too many bedframes? Think about it.”

“Daddy! That's very r- Oh.” Her attention is turned back to the reagent in front of her, “They trust you!”

“So, if she lures them back here-” The puppet continues leading her to the point.

“If you lure all your little friends back to mother, we can cancel your dental surgery!”

[mothergooseberry]

what does love feel like to you

drowning

maybe you've spread yourself too thin. maybe you've got so much love in your heart that it's choking you. whatever the reason, you cannot continue this; this give and give and give, the push and pull of everyone else's needs. you can barely keep your head above the water. your limbs can only support you so long. something will give. you know it will be you.

stolen from: @painmon

tagging: @bruxsaria @illsuiteddowner

[illsuiteddowner-old]

@mothergooseberry

When Arthur found out Dr. Verloc got the funding for the illegal drug testing that eventually turned into Joy from the Murkoff Corporation, he noticed, but he had to stay focused on Percy. When he finally escaped and got to Germany, the trail went cold. No one knew anything about any missing English children taken hostage. They seemed to have disappeared the second they set foot into Germany.

Arthur was desperate for something, any kind of hope to grab onto, because the notion that he might spend the rest of his life making it up to Percy was more or less only thing keeping him going at this point. So he searched. And searched. And searched. His German got, if not good, at least somewhat coherent (though he'd never get the knack for it that Percy had.) In his exhaustive efforts, using more investigative reporting chops than he'd ever had to use working for the O'Courant, he managed to uncover records of a war camp where the children may have been taken. He couldn't find any mention of what happened to them, but he also found that his old friend, the Murkoff Corporation, had made a deal to illegally seize prisoners from that very same camp towards the end of the War and transport them to America.

It was something. There was a connection to Wellington Wells. It was literally the only hope Arthur had left. He dutifully followed the trail across the Atlantic to America.

Tracing these prisoners was extremely difficult. Murkoff guarded their information jealously. The more Arthur found out, the more he was slowly realizing why.

Even before Murkoff got involved--back when Arthur started finding out what went on in Germany during the War, Arthur could hardly take the information. Just when he thought the weight of what he'd doomed his brother to couldn't be more crushingly heavy, he found out about the experiments. And how the Murkoff Company bought all that research and test subjects off the Germans at the end of the War and continued them.

The chance Percy was still alive slowly turned from a hope into a fear. Maybe the most merciful thing would have been for him to die right away. Thinking about Percy being subjected to half of the things he'd read about had made him throw up more than once. It only became more important that Arthur find out what happened to him. He knew with full horrible certainty that if he was still alive, he needed Arthur get him out.

He followed the experiments to a place called the Sinyala Facility. The place was locked up tight, but Arthur had managed to sneak inside through a vent. He found himself in some sort of surreal fairground.

It wasn't actually outside, just in a warehouse so huge Arthur couldn't see the ceiling in the poor lighting. There were carnival games and a carousel, along with these weird mannequins posed like they were having fun at the fair. He was already freaking out when he came across the first dead body. It didn't help matters.

What the fuck was this place?

He didn't have time to wonder about it. A loud sound that went straight to his teeth startled him. Was that a drill? Why was there a drill in here? And why did it sound like it was coming--

Fuck. Arthur was standing right out in the open when someone came around the corner. He stared like a deer in headlights long enough to register some sort of horrible drill puppet what the fuck before he bolted and ran as fast as he could in a random direction.

[mothergooseberry]

“Of course! I'll give you the full tour.” An arm (fortunately the one without the puppet,) slips behind Arthur's back. Though she has to keep him in line, continuing to yank him around by his tie feels a bit excessive, given the circumstances.

She needs to be on her best behavior. She needs to treat him the way she treats the nice scientists- though, she can't quite remember when or why she was around scientists. Maybe they were doctors. Other dentists?

She pushes the odd string of thoughts out of her head and focuses on something more grounded in the here and now. Her hand lands on Arthur's ass and she gives it a firm squeeze. Her distraction seems to keep the puppet silent for the moment.

“Let's start with some of the carnival games, then we can head over to the Root Canal. It's our most popular ride.”

[illsuiteddowner-old]

Arthur already felt caged in when the woman slipped her hand behind his back--when she grabbed his arse Arthur yelped and jumped away, or at least he tried to, only for her to hold on and keep him close. His distress manifested into a nervous laugh.

"Ah, ha ha... Erm..."

Arthur had no idea what he was supposed to say. He couldn't exactly play along with that, so he elected to not say anything. Avoiding uncomfortable topics had always worked so well at home in England.

He may have been bright red, but he had to try to smile. Smiling his way through fear and embarrassment was second nature to him at this point.

"You'll have to forgive me, Ms., um, Ms. Futterman, but if you haven't noticed, I'm from across the pond," he said. He needed more information. Desperately. He knew his lie was precarious to begin with, and if he triggered the puppet's ire again he didn't want to know what she would do to him. There were an awful lot of corpses around. "I-I'm rather new to the country, and of course they never tell the new blokes anything, so I'm afraid I don't know much about... you, or... what you do here at Futterland Studios. I, ah, just know whether or not a studio is up to code! Ha ha..." Christ, this lie was obvious. He wished he had a better option. "Perhaps you could... tell me a bit about yourself?"

Fuck! That sounded flirtatious. The last thing Arthur wanted to do was trigger more of whatever that grabby-hand move had been. He turned even redder, but he had to keep smiling. It was too late to go back on it now, and maybe playing into it the smallest amount would keep Arthur on her good side.

[mothergooseberry]

“Oh, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have assumed- with you and that exotic accent, after all. I suppose you didn't grow up around here.” Was he even young enough to have grown up on her show? She gets sidetracked and starts probing for information herself.

“And I don't suppose you have any children who'd be watching the show, do you? Are you a married man, Mr. Boyle?” She giggles when she realizes just how much she's gotten away from herself. He's here on business.

“I’m getting off topic. We’re a television studio! My father was a dentist- I helped around the office growing up. Our family has always had a passion for dental hygiene. Well, when I got a little older, I was given the opportunity to have my own segment on the local news, teaching the children about keeping their teeth clean- and it just grew from there! Now I have all of this- my own studio, a toy company, and an amusement park! All the fun of going to the dentist without actually going!”

She doesn't seem to notice or care about her surroundings; the bloodstains on the concrete, the corpses left wherever they dropped, the concerning sounds from the trash cans as though someone was hiding in them. She's on a direct path to the enormous entrance to the Root Canal ride and nothing is going to stop her.

“I run most of it myself. I like to take a very hands-on role in regards to what we're showing the children. Children need a strong role model these days.”

[mothergooseberry]

[That new trial was sure something! 

Everything Murkoff does seems to be modeled specifically based on things they know about their test subjects based on therapy/background checks/etc. The maps are definitely specifically designed to trigger their Prime Assets as much as possible. 

I definitely think this trial (based around trying to create sex toys in the image of Dr. Futterman, the goose puppet from her TV show,) says something about what's going on in her head.

Phyllis has always been made to feel like she isn't allowed to have an identity of her own. She's always been the daughter and assistant of Dr. Futterman, the locally famous dentist. Anything she's ever done on her own has been critiqued by him as “you're going to make me look bad.” Everything she does reflects on him. This is more apparent than ever when it comes to her sexuality. 

She's always been hypersexual. It’s one of the biggest things he'd verbally abuse her about- that she's dressing like a slut, that she's acting like a slut, that this is a FAMILY dental practice and no one is going to want to do business with them if Phyllis is tramping around town like this. 

She has a lot of guilt and shame around her sexuality and nearly all of it comes back to how it reflects on her father (the man her goose puppet is modeled after.) The sexualization of the Dr. Futterman goose mascot by Murkoff directly circles back to that; it's a nightmare-esque vision of “this is how people see your father because you've been such a disappointment, Phyllis. Are you happy with yourself?”]

[mothergooseberry]

Open Starter;

“Oh, just sit still!” the sharp bristles of a hairbrush at least a decade old scrape against her captives' scalp. Their wrist is bound to a pipe protruding from the wall with a scrap of fabric, their other hand free. She knows it's not enough to hold anyone long term- they can break out with a little effort, if they really want to.

But, it'll hold them long enough for her to finish fixing their hair and maybe make up her mind on whether or not she intends to kill them after this.

“It only hurts because you're struggling. If you're going to run around stealing and causing property damage, don't you at least want to be pretty for it?"

[mothergooseberry]

[reminder that Phyllis canonically singlehandedly killed two cops and maimed six more]

[girlboyhell]

la la la la la *frolicking in a field of dead bodies* la la la ^_^

[unclejackworthing]

Set in a dystopian version of 1964 England, Uncle Jack is the face of Wellington Wells; a town in denial of its violent past. It's mandated that all Wellies take a drug, Joy, that induces happiness and euphoria, while also dampening the users' memories.

Jack is the man on every television and radio station, airing multiple propaganda laced shows every day. He's a man reading a teleprompter. Until his Joy stops working.

Without the drugs to repress the trauma of his daughter's death and the realities of living in a war torn dystopia, he turns to serial killing and ritualistic cannibalism by night fall.

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written by rose, 28.

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Affiliated with @illsuiteddowner

[mothergooseberry]

[I'm still more active on my OTHER serial killing tv host, tho]

[mothergooseberry]

[in the final release of the game it seems like they changed ALL the documents to have her name spelled Phyllis? But in the comic it's still spelled Phylis every single time.]

[retrogeex-deactivated20240314]

[mothergooseberry]

[Easy plot ideas:

Your character is a Murkoff test subjects in one of Gooseberry's trials (essentially the exact same set up as them being a survivor in Dead By Daylight)

Also Trials verse like above, but your muse is another killer

Pre-Murkoff’s Sinyala Facility- she's either in a prison or mental health facility, where your muse could be another patient/prisoner or a staff member there (or one of those true crime weirdos who falls in love with a murderer and writes to them in prison!)

Pre-imprisonment entirely- Phyllis is a TV show host and running an amusement park based on her show. Any excuse you can find for your muse to be around either worlds (they could be an actor, a special guest star, a makeup artist or costume designer, a delivery man dropping off pieces for the set or the park, etc.)

Also pre-imprisonment- she's also addicted to sex and cocaine. Find her at a night club, casino, alley for a drug deal, etc., any seedy place you can think of!]