#obsessive interactions

I just came across your corpse bride au again after seeing it a while back and that one bendystraw doodle just. Sent the brain worms (or maggots in this case) screaming and running.

Anyways...

Wip art and... a poem :)

Said poem;

The river speaks in your voice.

Not words.

Just wet choking noises

through a throat full of stones.

I lay where you left the world,

drunk enough to make the stars sway sideways,

skin slipping from my arms in long black ribbons,

like theater curtains after the fire.

You always did love an exit.

The cliff crooks over me

like a broken jaw.

Below, the river foams white at the teeth,

still chewing.

And there you are.

God.

There you are.

Not whole. Never whole again.

A congregation of you.

Maggots writhing in the shape of devotion,

your grin reconstructed in larvae,

your hands remembered by worms,

your ribs picked clean and reassembled wrong

by hunger.

Bits of riverglass skull

caught in the mud like pearls.

You crawl from the bank in awful little hymns.

I laugh so hard I cough blood into my teeth.

“Darling,” I say,

though we only loved each other

for forty-seven hours

and a fistfight.

Romeo had poison.

Juliet had a dagger.

You had warrants out for your arrest

and enough chemistry

to rot fruit from ten paces.

You climb onto my chest.

You smell like opened graves in summertime.

Sweet.

Bursting.

Alive with death.

Your maggots pour into my collarbone

through the softening skin.

I let them.

I spread my ribs like cathedral doors.

Eat, eat, eat.

My body peels apart beneath your mouth

in tender strips,

blackened like old ink soaked through paper.

You hum while feeding.

I remember that.

You always hummed.

Even while hiding the poker chips

Even while clearing the table,

And sending rage through

the other players.

Even while kissing me

like you wanted to break into my lungs

and live there.

The worms burrow deeper.

I moan.

God forgive me, I moan.

Because this is intimacy, isn’t it?

To be consumed so completely

nothing survives untouched.

Your teeth are gone now,

so your children do the work for you.

Soft little mouths.

Thousands.

They crawl beneath my skin

and turn me holy with appetite.

I can feel my face collapsing inward,

eyes leaking warm down my cheeks,

mouth filling with the taste of pennies

and riverwater.

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

You kiss me with your ruined jaw

and part of you falls off into my lap.

I tuck it into my pocket like a love letter.

The night bends.

The stars drip.

Somewhere below us

the river drags another piece of your spine downstream

like a bridal veil.

And still you eat.

And still I ache for it.

“Take everything,” I whisper.

My voice comes apart wetly.

“Leave me clean.”

So you do.

You open me like fruit left too long in summer,

and I hold your ruined face

while your countless little mouths

make a feast of my heart.

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Anywayy!!.. uh... enjoy!!.. ^^"

I dont think i can even begin to express how much I love this poem and you for making this. It is the most wonderful honor to receive such an absolute masterpiece. One that was so beautifully written and breathtakingly imersive that in the 3 days since you have sent this to me, I have already read about 16 times.

I’m so sorry I kept this from the public for even a second because genuinely the second I finished reading it for the first 3 times I immediately set out to draw it to your description and answer with it. But then i realised that that would take to long to finish and i think this poem deserves to be its own stand alone post.

I sincerely love this poem so much. I have thought about its contents and how you chose to describe it in relation to Bendy’s character and his relationship with Cuphead so much. Here are just a few of the many lines that have been rotating in my mind for days:

“drunk enough to make the stars sway sideways” “The stars drip.” —> to me this means that the cuphead bendy sees is not real but a result of his intoxication. This implies so many things especially with the maggots that is just so spectacularly grotesque. And when he mentions the stars again it may be him coming out of his trance? Either way it provides context to the scene that allows him to question in the possible morning whether what he saw was real, as well as explaining why he is so calm and accepting of Cuphead returning as a corpse

“The cliff crooks over me like a broken jaw” holy fuck that is beautiful imagery, my jaw literally dropped the first time i read it like holy hell? It’s so disturbingly delicate and yet beautiful that fits in so perfectly with the Burton corpse bride universe. “Still chewing” —> like how the river is still destroying cupheads body, LIKE HOW BENDY IS STILL GETTING EATEN AWAY BY HIS GREIF?

The entire description of cupheads form, gods help me Bendy’s REACTION TO IT. I cannot quote all of it but I will possibly never get over how you wrote it to be so adoring, despite his disturbing decaying form bendy cannot help but be in awe of his love “Darling”, AUGH HOW MY HEART ACHES! THIS IS THAT GOOD SHIT!!!

It means so much to me that you included my offhand mention of Romeo and Juliet for my cb!bendystraw idea, and communicated it so elegantly and poetically that its the pinnacle of ART.

“Alive with death” holy oxymorons to end all oxymorons. Lord give me strength this is peak.

I am a sucker for when partners notice and adore the tiniest of idiosyncrasies like humming. Holy hell Bendy’s tragic recollection of such a tiny detail as him humming while gambling? And the thought of is cuphead wasn’t truly here he might have forgotten this trait that he loved so much? My heart? Pouring on your floor?

“God forgive me, I moan”. Fucking hell Bendy’s rang of reaction to seeing and remembering cuphead from the fluffiest of fluff to his regrettable lust is actually drowning me. I am so happy.

“Your teeth are gone now, so your children do the work for you.” That is such a sickeningly cool yet grotesque concept. I applaud your perfect wording for capturing not only Bendys emotions but also his understanding towards cupheads intentions. BUT THEN AGAIN, BENDY IS A DRUKEN GREIF RIDDEN UNRELIABLE NARRATOR, HE COULD BE TOTALLY MISUNDERSTANDING MAGGOTS FROM CUPHEADS ROTTED CORPSE EATING AT HIM AS SOMHOW TIED TO CUPHEADS INACTION AS HE PROBABLY JERKS OFF TO THE SIGHT OF HIS CORPSE. Man this has so many layers its insane

“Eyes leaking down my cheeks” stupid fire way to realize hes crying

Tucking bits of cuphead into his pocket “like a love letter” INFESTS MY BRAIN WITH SO MANY MAGGOTS DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE CARNAGE YOU HAVE BROUGHT ME?

Shout out to all the religious words you used like “holy” “god” “cathedral”, it’s stupidly fitting for the setting and the tone with his guilt to feeling lust at this corpse. Good god.

Even though this response is long as fuck, i still do not think it is enough to express my gratitude and amazement at your writing and art. I haven’t even mentioned but the drawing you added, with the crooked smile and the non-responsive collapsed face of cuphead pulls at my heart strings so. Hopefully this response does not drown out your poem in this post

Thank you so much for writing and sharing this. It means so much to me your mind made this out of the small off-hand bits of comments on a possible cb!bendystraw. Like how cuphead died and how they had a two day Romeo and Juliet romance.

another music related thing is about your band au....if you don't mind describing which bands are closest to the music the myths make....

HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE MY FAVORITE ASK EVER????

LITERALLY WHEN I GOT THIS IS STARTED KICKING MY FEET U HAVE NO IDEA. THE SECOND I WAS FREE I IMMEDIATly STARTED ON MAKING A PLAYLIST AND DRAWING THIS. MUSIC IS THE PRIMARY WAY I GENERATE IDEAS SO BEING ASKED ABOUT SONGS I ASSOCIATE WITH MY STORIES GOT ME ECSTATIC. INFACT I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY THIS ASK WILL BE ANSWERED IN TWO PARTS

For the band au which only exists bc i like imagining the myth gang rocking out while listening to my songs , their genre is:

2000s emo, 2010s pop punk and general indie rock type shit

The main song is Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na), bc i was playing this song specifically on repeat and imaging the fellas jamming out for like a month straight lol.

Their band is based off of old batim fan songs feel — but I didn’t include most of them bc this list is only what the band (which I only just decided would be called Children of The Machine while sketching) would PERFORM. What their personal tastes are or what songs i think suit their personality’s and stories arn’t here. (So like the cuphead rap ain’t here bc i dont think that’s smth they would perform to an audience)

Most of the songs are performed with bendy as the lead singer, but sometimes it’s mugs taking the lead and on rarer occasions Shelly. {Make ur guesses who’s songs sung by who}

And i like to think most of the songs are written by mugman, some are by or helped by bendy and rarer times by Boris. Cuphead however just improvises in between songs in concerts sometimes and never remembers what he did immediately afterwards, and they are always bangers.

Oh yea also their roles are based off this post by fly.

{and i will get back to u on that first question u asked}

He’s like Borises cousin or smth. He plays the obstacle role victors parents do in the movie

{chat they sent this to me before Ms chalice spider design im sry I didn’t get to it}

LOOK AT IT LOOK AIT LOOK BENDY OMG OMGOMG

YUMMY U DID IT AGAIN I LOVE IT HOLY FUCK

SOMONE ELSE ASPED FOR A BENDY AS SPIDER AND THIS IS KINDA MAKING ME WISH I WENT WITH THIS ROLE AS WELL

ESP BC OF THE PERSONALITY I THINK HER LINES FIT HIM VRY VRY WELL AN DTHIS DESIGNNNNNNNNNNNNN

THE GLOVES, THE POOFY SLEAVES, LITTLE ITTTY BITTY RED GEM AND THE FUCKING SHORTS WITH HIS SPIDER LEGGGSS. UGHHH IDK WHY BUT I LOVE THAT HIS SHORTS ARE THE SAME TONE AS HIS LEGS FO RSOME REASON IT FEELS VRY TIMBURTON VICTORIAN. HIS SHARP POINT FEET IT MAKING ME IMAGINE HIM BALLETiNG TIP TOeING ALL AROUND MUGSY LIKE A LITTLE TWINK EEEEEEEE

Here :3

Ik you dont work with motm irl, but I thought it'd be fun to add people who make some motm fanart as stage crew people as fanart and passion projects inspired by motm has helped motm grow to the size that it is!!!

(Im so sorry if this is coming off as rude, I'm not good with words😭)

Also, if yes, do you have a sona you prefer I use?

O yea ok :D

Here’s my sona

Not necessarily things related to the corpse bride au but just some things I'd think you'd like!!!

Some art ive done of blueink, inkbasket annnndd just bendy in general.

I have. A poem, and some self indulgent blueink for ya!! (<- very very very self indulgent, I love. Love. LOVE mugman dude ToT)

Said blueink:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yeSPZwZkKHl6Wxx4ABBtqX3io0d9oPqsFydG1XuPbys/edit?usp=drivesdk

(Comments are on i think, so yeah do with that whatever)

The poem was for a friend and their yansim au of motm (They're really cool, Their name is Bpleco (*｀▽´*)!!)

ANYWAYS!!! poem time :3

(Also, can you guess who is who in the poem :])

There is a girl behind him.

Not in mirrors.

mirrors are too honest for that.

Not in photographs.

they never capture the things

that guilt keeps alive.

But in the corners of his vision,

between a heartbeat and a breath,

there is always a girl behind him.

A childhood friend

with scraped knees and easy laughter,

with secrets shared beneath summer skies.

A girl who once smiled and said,

"I think I like him."

And the world split in two.

One path led away from him,

away from the purpose that filled his chest,

away from the desperate, aching devotion

that had become his reason to wake up.

The other path led to blood.

He chose.

And now there is a girl behind him.

When he washes his hands,

he sees her reflection standing over his shoulder.

When he closes his eyes,

he hears her footsteps matching his own.

When he raises a weapon,

she tilts her head and asks,

"Again?"

Not angry.

Not screaming.

Somehow that makes it worse.

"Was I worth less?"

The question follows him

through empty hallways

and sleepless nights.

"Would he choose you?"

She asks it when his hands shake.

"Would he love you if he knew?"

She asks it when another victim cries.

"How many people must disappear before you're happy?"

And he never answers.

Because every answer sounds wrong.

Because every answer begins with

I didn't want to.

and ends with

but I did.

There is a girl behind him.

Sometimes she laughs.

Sometimes she mourns.

Sometimes she stands beside the next grave

before it is even dug.

And sometimes,

when the guilt grows heavy enough to crush his ribs,

she becomes the child she used to be.

The friend.

The one who trusted him.

The one who told him her secret.

The one who never imagined

that love could become a death sentence.

And in those moments,

He almost breaks.

Almost confesses.

Almost stops.

But then he remembers him.

Remembers the feeling of a world

without him in it.

And fear wraps itself around his heart once more.

So he keeps walking.

Keeps choosing.

Keeps staining his hands

for a future he can no longer recognize.

And behind him.

always behind him.

walks the girl

who knows exactly what he sacrificed.

The girl who died for love.

The girl who died

and never truly left.

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Anyways!! I hope your exams went well and you're doing dandy <:)

Have a good night/day/evening Duck!!! (Obbdez? Heheh.. orbees..)

BROOOOOOOO I LOVE YOUR ART STYLE I LOVE YOUR ART STYLE I LOVE YOUR ART STYLLLLLEEEEE

IS THAT BENDYS IN THE ROGGER RABBIT POSTER POSE?? AHHH I LOVE how you do this mix of horror with performance it’s so fuckin tastey. Bendys pill eyes withe the red cheeks are SOOOOOOO ventriloquist-esc and I love that smmmmm. INSANE how u made him so creepy but like a cheeky little bastard who’d steal your candy- ARE MUGMANS NIPPLES ACES? YO OK! Bruh this blueink looks so like dirty-candy core? Idk if that’s a thing or if theres an actual name for it but i love it? And omg ink basket rare-pair delight and delicious. This bendy looks so fun and the lil explanation points in his mouth are so freaky cartoony.

NOW THE POEM:

JUNIPPPPPPEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

YOU SPIT FIRE CASUALLY OR R U JUST GOD?

HOLY FUCK THIS ONE IS SO GOOD FUCK

LIKE- ok the mystery, the guilt but then the understanding? FUCK YANDERES ARE SO sICkly/pos

“Mirrors are too honest for that’’ OK OK OK CALM DOWN LIKE HO GOD

This twisted logic that teh world becomes you or me in a yanderes mind and the inevitability thaot they always choose to kill like- boy there were other ways around this man!

Your writing always comes with such delicately crafted atmospheres that are both beautiful and sorrowful, i can hear it. To me this one is like walking in the rain with and umbrella and a glowing ghost behind you and everything is so real and vivid but yet the protagonist feels none of it. And i seeeeeeeee the cold color pallets contrasted with the yellow tint of the girl, hallucination or paranormal its psychologically horrifying.

“Because every answer begins with/ I didn’t want to. / but ends with/ i did. ” OH MY OH MY LORD, HOW THE PROTAGONIST CANT EVEN PRETEND LIKE HIS ACTIONS ARE MORAL? Thats some good shit right there.

The hint of the perspective the protagonist is in when he imagines the world without his love in it is just so hued and devastating it gets the reader to understand fully in a few pauses and lines why the protagonist is doing what he is. And “for a world he can no longer recognize” LIKE hes fighting for a wonderful world with his love but it can never be real because what wonderful world has him kill all that he already has? Yet he keeps going anyways with the girl behind him AUGHHHHHH THIS SHIT PEAKKKKKKKK

Ok now as for my guess. For me i was reading in mugmans voice, and because of that im guessing the girl is chalice? It would make sense with the childhood freinds thing is all and it feels like a myth mugman thing to do to try and explain the ethics of his actions and be torn apart when he knows hes wrong but continues anyway. And it could be bendy or Boris to be the man of his affections idk.

OOf i am like the worst person to ask this question to. Cus i normally start by shrinking the canvas size to about 1400x2000px (300 layers available). Then I make the canvas larger as I doodle more. So like they end up being all diff sizes

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