#marionette puppet

[creaits]

Puppet hansling just hatched 🪺

I made a marionette! Something I’ve wanted to do for years and who better for my first attempt than hansling ❤️

[the-beastmodality]

here is that Rocky puppet I was talking about eons ago. I’m re-doing my floors and I have to take everything out of my room so that’s why I couldn’t take a better photo at the moment.

trust the process please!

[hybriddhthepoet]

Marionette by HybridDH

Art by ghosty_entity

https://x.com/ghosty_entity?s=21

In the darkened room, a stage unfolds,

where velvet curtains shield tales untold.

There in the dim light’s soft, faint sway,

a marionette waits, bound to obey.

Threads stretch high, veiled and taut,

puppet and shadow caught in thought.

With porcelain skin and painted smile,

she waits, unmoving, docile, beguiled.

An unseen hand pulls; she shudders awake,

a dance begins, each step to partake

in muted hums, a silent sway,

as joints align in ghostly ballet.

Her glassy gaze is fixed and wide,

unblinking, drawn from side to side,

eyes unfeeling, blank, and cold,

secrets too deep, in silence told.

The stage, her world of fabric walls,

a prison fashioned for lifeless dolls;

each step marked by the strings’ command,

a measured move, a forced demand.

She spins, she twirls with delicate grace,

her movements bound to an endless place,

and though she glides with a quiet charm,

her dance is bound, and free of calm.

There’s a murmur low, a command unclear,

whispers cold as winter’s cheer,

echoes scripted in her ear,

words that she feels, yet never hears.

Buttons for eyes, stitched mouth set wide,

she’s hollow within, though painted with pride;

the smile sewn on, the laugh confined,

a mask that cracks yet holds the line.

Around her, dolls on taut-held threads,

pinned to their parts, lifeless and led.

In faded lace, they watch and wait,

bound to their roles, resigned to fate.

One doll stands cracked, with splintered seams,

a rosewood figure, worn of dreams—

she’s cast aside, her purpose done,

no longer danced, no longer spun.

For every twirl and every bow,

she’s merely part of another’s vow;

the stage grows larger, yet so small,

a muted echo, a silent call.

And as she bends in practiced arc,

she wonders if this role left a mark—

a phantom tale, a puppet’s jest,

a marionette swayed at fate’s behest.

The strings grow taut; she cannot stray,

locked in this strange, perpetual play,

her movements guided, whispers hushed,

in satin gloves, her spirit crushed.

But under the mask, beneath the paint,

a flicker stirs, though ever faint—

a silent plea, a wordless cry,

for freedom’s hand, to sever and untie.

At last, the dance draws to a close,

she’s set back down in static repose.

And as the hands drift out of sight,

a tear escapes, frail in the light.

A single drop, a trace of grace,

a glint of life on her painted face.

[hahskeleton]

Ouppet

why is it so blurry?! I was experimenting with Mari’s noodle-like arms and now I feel like drawing her for hours-

[ahsilop]

Marionette Theme (Based off of Mary’s Theme by Stelvio Cipriani)

[north-noire]

local tired suburban father ft. his (definitely not human) daughter

[awholerat177]

made a marionette puppet! her name is Anne Oui (like ennui) and she’s always a little sad. i’ve never made a puppet before so all things considered i’m pretty happy with how she came out :]

my puppetry account on instagram is L.Reed.Puppets in case you want to see more of her/her creation process!!!

[renata-dp]

Forgot to post this Puppet figure I made as a b-day gift for a friend of mine way back in October