Sep 5, 2025
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pleased to announce that Andou will be voicing missus Slishy Slasher (not to be confused with The Slasher) from The Stars and Blue for next Pendog update!
Pendog update-Mille, Lancer and Winnie
So I may or maynot being doing charcters based off Millie and Winnie for my ocs....butt well I pulled up their pages for refrences and uhhh...
Winnie is leaving....
And I was all, "what the"...and uhh
Millie is leaving too....
I mean I get it hecate and her duaghters are creepy as f. And like they are infesting everywhere.
I mean I am sure they can find a new home somewhere no porblem I mean they are cute as ever and fit in well with fantasy settings...
but hey at least it's just th-No
No Lancer!!!!
LANCER NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
oH MY GOD GUYS I AM INCOSOLABLE...WHERE THE HECK IS HE GONNA GO?!?!DISNEY LAND?!?! THEY WON'T HIRE HIM! HE BELIEVES IN GAY RIGHTS!!
HE CAN'T GO TO NEWS PAPER STRIPS!! NO ONE READS THOSE ANYMORE!!!!
NOOOOOOOOO!
Hmmm time to start ecstatically gushing about my teammates work.
The Beetrice puppet was made by the amazing JamJuice over on instagram! You might know them for their AMAZING welcome home fan puppets
Jamjuice also ventured (safely) into an abandoned factory to take photos of our dear Beetrice and I was so startled upon being told this that all I could say was “ok have fun Boss!”
In terms of design Beetrice is meant to evoke an older make of puppet compared to Seamore and Strawbetty, she tries so hard to relate to them in all the wrong ways. Even taking a form they ‘should’ find familiar she is still so incredibly old and terrible. Like an abusive parent trying to engage with you on a shallow level and not understanding why you refuse to go home for the holidays.
Earworm
Smokes Killing
Here’s the lyrics I wrote for “Don’t you panic don’t you fret” composed and sung by @lonesome-cowpoke along with a little intro that didn’t make it into the update (context for outsiders: this is a in universe college theatre production)
When I was a sparkle in my creators eye a zinester with no ambition, nothing more than an expressive sigh of a girl with twisted intuition
I watched and learned and slashed my way, through the shapes and thoughts of better days, a simple task of a playful ruse, to bring odd comfort to those who knew
I never was a killer, maybe just a choir? Singing of the dreadful pain that stole her friends and drew my ire
Then they tore and they pried, intent away from the zinesters cries, kicked her to the curb! interpreted me this way! I manifest their fears and recite my lines in this dribbling blood drenched butchers play!
A drawing and now a slasher, a blue pillar that sways along, with love and malice and fright in hand with ever sharpened blade. My hands will strangle, they will choke, sit down, cutie try not to croak.
Chorus:
Don’t you panic
Don’t you fret
The slashers not quite ready yet
The movies still in commission
And your soul is in remission
Cutting out your condition
With the measurements of truth
Bring your will together
And get the affairs required~
To face the art smeared by the feckless words of childish jealous liars
Turquoise flesh with crescent eyes, dribbling mouth of severed ties, tangled hair of matted truth, blue gloved fingers that set you loose. Hatful of clever watchful lies, arms that arc like restless scythes. Sharpened Heels weep and mourn, guts and giblets she will pour.
Perfect slasher inhabited, by fallouts bloody smeary strokes, desperate clutches grip with glee the truth that runs to and fro, through the night and through the streets, fearful of the dreadful beast, blue soaked skin and bleary eyes, your fate trapped in pencil lines.
Street clogged blood starved gutter arteries, ashen muti-lated thighs, curling fingers stretch in hope, at gnarling vibrant bursting vines, blood gush knife stroke cordial violence, devising revenge in rainy craze, smile so cruel it rips you in two, harkening back to the long lost friendship haze!
Red and Red
