myosotis

voice actor + digital artist with a wildlife conservation degree

[myosotisva]

welcome to my little corner of the internet!

°•☆ MYOSOTIS -- 24, enfp, he/him trans masc, bisexual and married to @pukefactory . i have autism, generalized anxiety disorder and depression. suspected adhd

i have a bachelor's degree in wildlife conservation biology!

i'm an amateur voice actor and (not so amateur) artist! i've been doing digital art on and off for over 10 years.

ART REQUESTS: CLOSED

COMMISSIONS: OPEN (info under the cut!)

ART TRADES: OPEN

VOICE ACTING: DM ME

RULES AND INFO:

★ TAGS:

# myo draws stuff - my art tag!

# myo yap - text posts / random stuff !

# myo answers - asks!

# myo va - my voice acting tag!

☆ ART INFO:

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★ THINGS I LIKE

- My OCs !!!!!

- Genshin Impact (more specifically, I hyperfixate on Venti and Mondstadt lore)

- Furbies

- Any and All of those surreal, fever dream esque indie games like: Yume Nikki, LSD Dream Emulator, ENA Dream BBQ, Broken Reality, Hypnospace Outlaw, Paradise Killer... just in love with that whole very niche genre

- Yapping about wildlife and such

- Dandy's World

credits!

venti rentry: @ venshuko

heart divider: @ cafekitsune

forget me not divider: @ thecutestgrotto

[woodsdyke]

i was tidepooling today and overheard someone say 'chatgpt it so we can figure out what it is' about some sort of creature. loser behavior. you're not in it for the love of the game. i have to do everything around here. let me see the creature. i'll tell you the real answer about what it is and i won't kill the environment. AND i'm literally nice.

[woodsdyke]

it's funny because 5 minutes before that i was IDing something by using the search string "SEA SLUG GREEN STRIPED SMALL SEATTLE" which took me to a very badly designed, hauntingly non mobile optimized website that immediately gave me way more information about my creature than i needed or thought was possible. get good. bitch

[woodsdyke]

hold my hand. come with me to emeralddiving.com's salish sea species index.

[bimmyjimmy]

he want some..

[retquits]

so don't get too comfortable.

high resolution free to download [ here ]

[pukefactory]

Just letting you all know that I finally have headshot commissions open!! If you’re interested in purchasing one, then here’s the link to my Kofi!!

PUKEFACTORY's Commissions

Commissions Open! Click to see PUKEFACTORY's commission menu.

[myosotisva]

the floor 100 run went great

[pukefactory]

@myosotisva and I did the mystery character collab challenge……………………..

Here’s the base that was used!

[ascii-txt]

Dreamlike

[pukefactory]

A few pieces of concept art for the first game my team and I intend to publish. We don’t have a definitive title, but the premise centres on serving drinks to a rotating cast of anthropomorphic cats who share details about their lives and the society they inhabit. The project draws heavy inspiration from VA-11 Hall-A, Paradise Killer, along with several similar titles.

The planned visual style uses a low-poly aesthetic, with each character influenced by recognisable aesthetics that give them distinctive appearances!

★ Reblogging this post helps keep my team and me motivated to continue development and share updates ★

Concept art by:

Pukefactory (A. A. Wulf)

@myosotisva

[halo-lll-odst]

i think more robots should be disabled actually. robots whose bodies keep falling apart and need much more consistent repairs. robots whose bodily upkeep is hard and laborious and exhausting. robots who physically cant do things without help from another individual. robots who are imperfect and dont fit the bill of a flawless machine. i want more of this waiter please bring me more disabled robots

[pukefactory]

What kinda Poppy Playtime fan would I be without my own oc?

When Playtime Co. was still active, they created the Neon Nita puppet, which children could use as both a puppet and a nightlight. Pressing her hand activated a button that caused her eyes, mouth, hair, stomach and nose to light up in separate colours for a few minutes.

Neon Nita was later proposed by Playtime Co. as part of the Bigger Bodies Initiative, where she was designated “Experiment 1469”. She was designed with the ability to control the lights within her body at will, using them as spotlights in the dark. In her Bigger Body form, she does not have the traditional opening in her back that most puppets have; instead, this was replaced with enhanced leg strength. The insides of her legs are fitted with springs, allowing her to move incredibly quickly and jump long distances.

Nita is currently confined to Lily’s home, where she is regarded as her best friend (let her out!!!!!)

Thank you to my amazing husband @myosotisva for designing her!! My puppet girl ough….

[zaidaoriori-comms-open]

A unaddressed letter...

[pukefactory]

Hi there! Can I request (platonic) Doey + Bigger Body plush!reader who’s Jack’s sibling and is now weak from years of being experimented catching up on us? I love angst sm

FEATURING ➤ Doey the Doughman (Poppy Playtime)

GENRE ➤ Angst, Comfort

WORD COUNT ➤ 516

WARNINGS ➤ None

Imagine the first time Doey sees you. He freezes dead in his tracks, a heavy mixture of surprise and concern settling over him. It's not a light-hearted pause, but one tainted with worry.

Doey tilts his head and removes his small hat, holding it tightly in his large hands. He opens his mouth as if to speak, then snaps it shut before a single sound can escape.

You’re much bigger than he remembers. The Bigger Bodies frame that houses you slumps in on itself, seams strained and stuffing threatening to spill out. Your plush fur is patchy where they opened you up again and again. The factory took its time with you. Years have passed, and yet he still recognises you almost instantly.

You’re Jack’s sibling, after all.

“…Is that you in there?” he asks softly, his voice wobbling like that of a frightened child. His bowler hat remains clenched in his hands as he crouches, red nub-legs folding beneath him. “Hey. Hey, don’t look so scared. It’s just me.”

A weak hum bubbles out of you, gargled and rough. You try to stand properly, you truly do, but your cotton-stuffed knees buckle. The world tilts, and warm, pliable dough catches you before you can hit the floor. His orange arm steadies your back, and his yellow one cups your shoulder with impossible gentleness for something capable of tearing through steel doors.

“Whoa there,” he murmurs automatically. Then, quieter, meant only for you, “I’ve got you…”

You can feel his voice vibrate through his clay body as he steadies you.

“They did this,” Doey says, and the air around him grows heavy. His mouth twitches and, for a heartbeat, sharp red teeth threaten to reveal themselves. You flinch, and immediately he recoils as though burned.

“Oh, no, no, no — hey, hey.” His voice rose, panicked. “It’s okay. You’re okay. It’s all okay… I’m not angry at you. Never you. I just…” He swallows. “I should have found you sooner.”

You shake your head weakly. It was never his fault. They moved you. Hid you. Used you. You had heard rumours of Safe Haven, of a doughman leader who protected his own, but you never thought you would make it there, no matter how hard you fought.

Doey presses his forehead gently to yours; cool clay against worn plush.

“Our Safe Haven is yours too,” he whispers, his voice soft and cracked at the edges. “You don’t have to be strong any more. I’ll be strong for you. That’s… that’s my job, right?”

Your stitches pull as you manage a small smile.

His arms wrap around you carefully, so carefully, as if he fears your threads might unravel in his grip.

“Hey,” Doey says again. This time, it is not theatrical. It is sincere, trembling. “Let’s get you somewhere warm. Somewhere safe.”

As he carries you towards Safe Haven, his grip never tightens enough to hurt, only enough to protect. For the first time in years, since before the experiments, you feel safe. Even in this underground hellhole, you’re together again, and perhaps that’s enough to survive.

[pukefactory]

Hear me out,ex designer reader showing the toys a book of his concept art,obviously platonic.

I can already imagine this as Mommy Long Legs suffering because she was supposed to be younger and strawberry-themed. XD

AUTHOR'S NOTE ➤ Hey there! Thanks for being the first request I’ve received in a while! My skills may be a little rusty, but I hope this little story is still enjoyable for everyone who reads it.

FEATURING ➤ Mommy Long Legs (Poppy Playtime)

GENRE ➤ Fluff, Comfort

WORD COUNT ➤ 711

WARNINGS ➤ None

Imagine thin specks of dust drifting from the old concept book as you opened it. Creases lined its spine, much like the wrinkles on an elderly person’s skin, worn, yet familiar.

You sat cross-legged on the cold factory floor, dirt and dust speckling the walls and tiled ground. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered, humming in their usual tired way. It felt strange to sit here like this, not as an artist, not as a member of staff, but simply as yourself. After so many years, it was relieving to feel like a person again.

“I wasn’t always assigned to maintenance,” you said quietly, running your fingers over the first page. “I used to work in development.”

Bright splashes of watercolour and coloured pencil bloomed across the paper. Smudges of graphite followed your old sketches, soft shapes, round eyes, wide smiles. Before everything went wrong. Before there was even anything to go wrong.

Mommy Long Legs, who had been watching intently from behind you, leaned closer. You turned another yellowed, smudged page, and there she was, but bigger, more spider-like. Her limbs were longer, even more exaggerated. Her colour palette was warmer, pink bleeding sharply into strawberry reds, apple green, and golden yellow. Her eyes were sharp and pointed, like a prowling cat’s.

In the margins, your messy handwriting read:

Concept rejected for being too frightening.

Silence fell as Mommy Long Legs continued to stare. The air around her shifted. It wasn’t anger, not quite. Something thinner. Something edged with confusion and curiosity.

“…Strawberries?” she asked slowly.

You winced. “I know, I know. I’m not sure what I was thinking either.”

You turned another page and were greeted by a small sketch of her sitting at a child’s table, smiling too wide and holding a plastic teacup.

For a moment, she didn’t move. Then one of her long limbs reached out, tapping the page carefully, as though afraid she might tear through the fragile paper.

“A spider?” she asked, her voice oddly measured.

“Yeah,” you admitted. “They changed you later. Marketing wanted something less… frightening.”

The silence thickened. You didn’t look at her straight away. You remembered those meetings with management, how their words felt more like demands than suggestions, how it always seemed as though they were diluting your creativity. You hated it. You hated them for it.

When your thoughts finally settled and you glanced up, Mommy was no longer smiling. Her usual grin had flattened into something unreadable, too neutral to call indifference, but close enough.

“Was Mommy supposed to smell like strawberries as well?” she asked.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Well, I wanted you to. They ended up giving that idea to the Smiling Critters instead.”

“And have a leaf on my head?”

You nodded.

One of her limbs absently brushed the top of her head, where nothing sat except her signature swirl of hair.

“…Huh.”

Mommy Long Legs leaned back slowly, towering as she always did, taller than she had ever been meant to be. Her silhouette stretched long beneath the flickering lights. Spider-like, yes, but stripped of her original strawberry theme.

Then, suddenly, she let out a soft, amused laugh, and the tension dissolved.

“Why, oh my!” she chirped brightly. “Mommy loves how creative you are!”

You weren’t entirely sure whether she was joking, but you played along regardless. You closed the book gently, careful not to damage the ageing pages that held so much of your life’s work.

“I liked that version, you know,” you said after a moment. “She was cute.”

That made her pause. Her piercing green eyes shifted towards you, not sharp or predatory, but searching, as though trying to understand something just out of reach.

“You liked her?” she asked.

“Yeah,” you answered honestly, giving a small shrug. “But I think management was right for once. I like this version of you much better.”

Mommy smiled then, softer this time. One long limb curled loosely around you, not tight, not demanding, simply there. Gentle. Comforting.

“They should’ve kept the leaf,” she muttered.

The moment passed, and the factory continued its endless hum as though nothing had changed. Yet she remained close for the rest of the evening, as if she didn’t quite like the thought of sitting alone at that little table.

[pukefactory]

Imagine you work at a bar in a city full of anthropomorphic cats who act just like ordinary people. You’re used to the occasional odd customer; drunk, strange, or both, but this particular cat keeps coming back, especially when he knows you are the one serving. He sits at the bar, tall and broad-shouldered, his fluffy tail swishing lazily behind him.

“Hey again, barkeep!” he calls, loud enough for everyone else to hear. “Always happy to see my favourite person!”

He lifts his snow visor, revealing piercing red eyes, and gives you a small wink.

You can’t quite tell whether he’s trying to flirt with you or if he’s already drunk.

[myosotisva]

I'm sorry if you've gotten this question like a million times now 😭 but i didn't want to brought up their prev accs in the new one especially with how bad rhe situation got but i was wondering if pukefactory had archived of their old writings? Especially the Eternal Sugar cookie x reader stuff. Would love to know especislly witj how comforting they were 🤧

Thank you in advance!!

no worries, i love talking about my wife !! hehe

im really sorry but she did delete *everything*. despite her mental decline after the fact, she has not stopped writing and i dare say has gotten even better <3

we plan to make our own games and stories public, and its a hurdle that she's struggled with for a long time that people actually read her stuff and like her stuff. its hard for her to process that and so she tends to run away from it instead. i've been trying to help her with that forever now since its kind of really hard to get an audience if you dont make your creations public!

so i convinced her to come back as @pukefactory and she promised me that she wouldnt delete this blog and all of her writings this time.

even though her previous writings are gone i hope this still helps anon :D

[saisena]

my oc lynn