#Little Puzzler

[anonymouspuzzler]

"this is just fanart" disclaimer cause I feel the need to make that super obvious now LMAO, but! little WH doodles from recent!

[Image IDs/transcripts under cut!]

[Image 1 ID: A black-and-white Welcome Home fan-comic. It stars Julie Joyful (a "rainbow monster" puppet that looks like a Muppet girl with noodly limbs, little nub horns, and long hair styled in a high ponytail, wearing a dress with a hoop skirt and puffy sleeves and a scarf tied in a bow), Frank Frankly (a puppet with a long, cylindrical body, long nose, thick eyebrows, black hair with a middle part, and a comically exaggerated frown, wearing a plaid vest and butterfly-shaped bow-tie), and Eddie Dear (a mailman puppet with a heavyset-yet-soft build, square jaw, thick eyebrows and long eyelashes, wearing a mailman's uniform with a parcel bag and rainbow tie).

The first panel shows Julie and Frank talking, with Frank's back to the viewer. Julie, smiling smugly and gesturing with one pointer finger and the other hand on her hip, says "If I run and jump at Eddie, he will surely catch me in his arms!" Frank replies simply, "Don't do that."

The second panel shows Eddie walking in, carrying a stack of packages in his left arm and holding up several letters in his right hand. He shouts "Mail call here f-Oh No", interrupting himself with a shocked smile as Julie runs towards him flapping her arms, screaming "EDDIE EDDIE EDDIE CATCH ME EDDIE C'MON QUICK EDDIE CATCH EDDIE EDDIE EDDIE EDDIE". Frank, back still to the viewer, watches with shock with his hands raised in the air.

The third panel shows Eddie having indeed caught Julie, holding her up with both arms and an anxious expression. The packages he was holding have all fallen to the ground around him, and several of the envelopes are still fluttering to the ground. Julie is completely oblivious to Eddie's distressed, kicking her legs in the air excitedly, cradling Eddie's face with one hand and waving to Frank with the other. Frank watches in silent, stunned disbelief. End ID.]

[Image 2 ID: A colored image of Eddie Dear and Wally Darling (a smaller, yellow puppet with a large dark blue pompadour hairstyle and calm smile, wearing blue cardigan sweater over a button-up shirt, rainbow striped pants, and saddle shoes with hearts on the soles). Eddie is holding up Wally with both hands; Wally has his arms out to the sides and legs slightly bent at the knees. Both are smiling open-mouthed at each other, Wally relaxed yet warm, Eddie delighted yet slightly stunned. There are envelopes fluttering to the ground and scattered all around Eddie, with an arrow pointing to him reading "dropped all the mail". End ID.]

[aplicobelt]

Kinda crazy to think I’ve been watching ranboos content for so long that I remember watching the stream where he got the idea for generation loss and now its actually come to life

[theperrylleluniverse]

- The Case of the Lucky Legs (1934) by Erle Stanley Gardner

STAHP ❤️😭🥰

[intotheoncelerverse]

sir, you are an absolute cutie

"Do you have any idea how difficult it is to look this good while dealing with the level of nonsense that I have to every day? Lemme tell ya, it's no small feat... But then again, nothing I do is ever small. Hah! Bigger is better, as they say. It doesn't matter how many times you compliment me, though—I'm still not giving you that discount. We can't all be winners, you know. Maybe if you wanted to get a Thneed for the low, low price of $3.97, you should have been here three years ago!"

[characteroulette]

RGB boys and their weird stuff they gotta deal with eventually. XD

[yoshistory]

auhhhhh apparently GaiaOnline doesnt save guild posts to your "posts" section so you have to sift through your guilds subforums manually. auhhhh.... but it shouuuuuldnt be.. tooooo hard ...

[brokentoys]

when puzzler returned to gotham and took back control of his "business" 30+ years after his absence, there were many debates in the underground whether it was the same puzzler or not. as puzzler was a rather fit man, not softer and a bit heavier as puzzler is now. of course, that could just have come with age - people change. but the old puzzler spoke with a clear american accent, this puzzler speaks with a soft english accent - which led some who did remember puzzler, to wonder if it's even the same man. due to wearing a mask, and an outfit that completely covers his body - nobody can see puzzler, or know what his age was back then or now - except that he sounds older.

the changes add to more mystery, and even though puzzler (coughcoughedsuncleedward) is a compulsive liar and will lie or put on anything - the changes are genuine. puzzler always enjoyed eating and indulging in sweets. however, when he was still living a double life as edward boucher, a young perfectionist businessman and socialite, he always watched what he ate to keep an "idealized body image." after edward's supposed death from brain cancer, puzzler felt more liberated to not worry about that, and just began to eat whatever he wants whenever he wants. he ran away with his future husband to england to live a different life. which, living there for 30+ years, he had picked up the accent a little bit.

after his husband was stricken with a terminal illness (he was 25 years older than edward) and edward knew the police had cut all ties of edward boucher to the puzzler, since edward's been long "dead" - puzzler returned to gotham to start a new game.

[artofmyart]

Sketchaday #puzzle

The Grinch expected the Who’s to cry. When they didn’t, he puzzled and puzzled until his puzzler was sore!

[thecuddlymuffintop]

Tonight, at 7 pm CST, I will be streaming A Little to the Left for Short Game Fridays over on my YouTube channel.

You're always welcome to join when I'm live with the above link.

[frankensteindotpdf]

i still havent decided whether or not i have the puzzlers disposition

[color-palettes]

"Little Eugene Puzzler!" - Submitted by Inkfeatherz #7A101A #AF253D #B87443 #D0C8E0 #D6A7F3 #65468F #3E3669

[anonymouspuzzler]

i sketched these guys like the week after i graduated or something like that and then lost the sketch until a few days ago... now you all get to enjoy Men

[shyfirefest]

Same here

Kinda crazy to think I’ve been watching ranboos content for so long that I remember watching the stream where he got the idea for generation loss and now its actually come to life

[aquaticmercy]

Dangerous Game

Summary : Bucky Barnes is dating a trigger-happy antihero, and she has him wrapped around her finger. She’s just Bucky’s pretty girl, and he lets her get away with everything.

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x antihero!reader (she/her) 

Warnings/tags : Violence. Blood. Cursing. Sexual References.

Requested by : anon

Word count : 1.9k

Note : This was a very interesting prompt to write to, and I hope I’ve done it justice. Enjoy!

Requests are open!

The fine rain splashed softly against the warehouse rooftop, a soothing backdrop to the mission that Bucky Barnes was on. The dim light flickered overhead, casting shadows across the grimy concrete floor. 

Bucky was crouched behind a stack of crates, his sharp blue eyes scanning the room. He could hear the muffled sounds of conversation and laughter of the filthy men inside the building.

They were mercenaries that would sell their services to the highest bidder. They were the kind of low-life that made Bucky’s skin crawl. 

His mission was simple: infiltrate, gather intel, and get out. 

As always, he wasn't alone. 

You were by his side, a vision of chaos so beautifully wrapped in leather, sporting an unapologetic smile. 

You weren't an Avenger, and you would never be.

Sam had seen your… trigger happy tendencies. It unnerved him, uneased him. The thought that Bucky was dating you, sharing his life with you, was… interesting, to say the least.

Sam didn't say anything to his friend though, because he could see how much happier Bucky was with you. Sometimes he wondered if your tendency for violence made Bucky feel normal in comparison.

Maybe that was exactly what he needed out of a relationship. 

But it didn’t matter if Sam liked you or not. You didn’t need to be an Avenger. You didn’t want to be an Avenger. You thrived in the shadows, as a vigilante with an ever growing lust for destruction. You had your own friends, a tight knit circle that included the likes of Wade Wilson and Frank Castle.

“Alright, sweetheart,” you said, your voice low but filled with playful mischief. You brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, looking over your shoulder at Bucky with a happy glint in your eye. A little too happy for what you’re about to do. “You keep watch while I have a little fun.”

Bucky’s heart raced. “Be careful.”

You giggled at his adorable worry. Looking out for your wellbeing, that’s cute.  

Bucky knew you didn’t take any threats, or any enemy seriously. With a wink, you slipped through the doorway, leaving him to wonder just how far you would go to get the job done.

Inside, the mercenaries lounged, oblivious to the danger creeping closer. You moved like a shadow before drawing the attention of the men with your bold confidence. You were bathing the thrill of the hunt, and they were your prey. 

As Bucky waited, he leaned against the crates, thoughts drifting to the strange affection he had for you. You were a puzzler. A beautiful, deadly enigma. 

On the surface, you wore a facade of charming quirkiness, a blend of laughter and warmth that captivated everyone around you. You would go to your favourite bookshop weekly, making fast friends with everyone who worked there. You have always tipped generously in your favourite coffee shop. You bought boxes and boxes of pizza every once in a while to feed the homeless around the city. You baked cookies for your neighbour’s kids regularly. 

Beneath that, however, lurked a dark side. You had a craving for violence that made even Bucky, a man with a history of bloodshed, question your sanity. 

Sure, you had a very strong moral code, stronger than even the most reinforced vibranium. 

You would never harm an innocent soul, not even in the heat of battle. Every life you took was carefully considered, weighed against the countless innocent lives snuffed out by those mercenaries and criminals you hunted. It was the reason you had earned his admiration.

After all, when he first met you, you were so determined to slit his throat and hack him into pieces.

Back then, you had heard about The Winter Soldier, the Hydra agent who had killed with no remorse. When you tracked him down that day, he was nothing more than another target you needed to get rid of.

Your mind was set, your instincts primed to take him out. But as you confronted him, something shifted in the air. He had given you a fight, the first time anyone could even go toe to toe with you in a while.

Somehow, you were not beyond reason.

He explained himself, sharing the horrific truths of his past—the mind control, the manipulations, the guilt that haunted him. 

In that moment, the unyielding resolve that had guided you faltered. You realised that Bucky was not the monster that his files had painted him out to be; he was a man seeking redemption for sins he didn’t choose.

Your moral code did not let you kill him.

Still, that day, as you looked into his blue eyes, you couldn’t help but feel a spark of attraction. With your unfiltered, charming, bluntness you had said, “You’re hot. How about we grab a drink sometime?”

Bucky hadn’t known why he said yes that day, but now he can confidently say that was the best decision he had ever made.

He just loved you. God, did he love you. Even as he stood there, knowing he should be concerned about how you go about dealing out your brand of justice, all he could think of was how you made him feel alive again.

A crash interrupted his thoughts. He heard the sound of furniture against the wall, followed by a series of panicked shouts. Bucky’s heart raced, adrenaline flooding his veins. He peeked through the doorway, watching as you unleashed brute force at the mercenaries, your movements a blur of lethal elegance. 

You were toying with them, a wicked smile plastered on your face as you dealt with them one by one.

“Hey, Bucky!” you called, laughter in your voice. “I’m on a roll!”

“Keep it contained!” he yelled back. A part of him wanted to join in, to keep you safe, to protect you, but he knew that you were more than fine on your own. 

Besides, you were unpredictable enough without him diving in and interrupting your method.

Bucky once again turned his ear to the entrance. He could hear the unmistakable sounds of punches landing, blades slicing, screams muffled by the loud creaking sound of breaking bones, and the violent thuds of bodies hitting the ground. It was a brutal symphony, and he did not know if it thrilled or terrified him.

As time passed, the shouts and laughter of your madness echoed through the building. Finally, it went silent. He took a deep breath and prepared to step inside.

Had you really taken out everyone in there? 

As he stepped through the doorway, his lungs felt like it was about to collapse. The sight before him was fucking mesmerising and horrifying. The twenty mercenaries lay scattered across the room, their bodies twisted and broken. Blood pooled beneath them, the once-quiet warehouse now a scene of carnage. 

You stood in the centre, breathing heavily, your bloody sword in hand. You wore a triumphant grin that made your eyes sparkle with sheer delight. You were like a painter showcasing your masterpiece.

Bucky’s heart raced—not entirely out of fear, but something more complicated. 

“Bucky! Look!” You spun around, beaming with joy, your leather jacket blood red with the remnants of your work. “I cleared the place out!”

“What the fuck…” Bucky whispered, staring in disbelief at the scene. The chaos, the brutality—it was all so casual for you, just another Wednesday night. “You killed them all?”

You giggled, shrugging your shoulders as if it were the most mundane task in the world. “You said we needed intel, and I figured this was a more efficient method. We can now just raid their files! Plus,” you added, your tone light and teasing, “they were so rude. Did you hear what they called me?”

Bucky shook his head, trying to process what had just happened. It was shocking, and yet, he couldn't deny the flutter in his chest as he watched you admiring the efficiency of your work. Your beauty had always been magnetic, but this? This was something else entirely.

And somehow, it only made him want you more.

“Insane,” he breathed, stepping closer. “You’re insane.”

You laughed again, and it was bright and intoxicating. You filled the dim warehouse with a sense of warmth. “I prefer ‘eccentric,’ actually.”

Bucky shook his head. His heart was racing as he moved closer to you, trying not to step at a severed hand or a disembodied head. “You’re not afraid of any of this?”

“Of what? Killing them?” You shrugged, stepping over a fallen body with ease. “They had it coming the second they killed the little girl down the road. You know that.” 

This mission was brought to your attention when this group of mercs had shot an heiress of a financial empire. She was only six years old, and she had bled to death in the middle of the night in her bedroom, alone and scared. 

He should’ve known by the look in your eyes that day that you were going to make them pay for it.

He ran a hand through his hair, feeling a mix of admiration and dread. “I didn’t realise just how much of a loose cannon you really are.”

Your smile softened, and you took a step toward him. You sheathed your sword back. “I’m your loose cannon.”

“You’ve got to be more careful,” he said, but could not help the chuckle that escaped his lips. You were reckless, undeniably dangerous, but there was something about you that held him captive. Still, his voice did not waver. “This isn’t a game, doll.”

“Oh, Bucky, but it is!” You laughed, the sound infectious. “Life is a game, and we’re just playing by our own rules. Besides, they’re bad guys. No one will miss them, anyway.”

Your logic echoed in his mind, making him realise just how twisted you truly were. He wondered, for a second, if this act was a coping mechanism to offload all the killing you thought you had to do. 

“I swear, one of these days, I’m going to have to rein you in,” he said, even though you could hear the affection lacing his words. Despite the madness, despite the horror of the moment, he found himself smiling at you, drawn by the way you lit up even the darkest of situations. “But maybe not today.”

You stepped back, feigning a dramatic sigh. “You sure you don’t want to keep me on a leash, Sarge?” 

“Maybe,” Bucky had a sly, flirty grin on his face. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “but not here.”

“Oh?” You asked, a wild gleam in your eye. 

His touch crumbled under your gaze, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief and seduction. You were his pretty girl, no matter how bloody and bruised. 

You closed the distance, your lips crashing against his in a heated kiss that sent fireworks exploding behind his eyes. Bucky’s hands found your waist, gripping you tightly as he melted into your arms. You tasted like exhilaration and danger, a combination that left him breathless.

You activated something so primal in him, and he couldn’t help but moan against your lips, losing himself in the taste of you. 

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured when he finally pulled away, his breath hot against your ear as he buried his face in your neck, breathing in the sweet scent of blood, sweat, and perfume.

“I know.” You giggled, playful as ever. “And you’re my handsome soldier, aren’t you?”

“Always,” he replied, the word spilling from his lips without a fraction of a thought. 

You had him so hopelessly wrapped around your little finger, and he was more than willing to let you lead him wherever your heart desired. 

And that was a dangerous game.

-end

[bringiton]

🎄 25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS → DAY SEVEN 🎄 HOW THE GRINCH STOLE CHRISTMAS! (1966), dir. Chuck Jones and Ben Washam “He puzzled and puzzed till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. Maybe Christmas, he thought… doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps… means a little bit more!”

[characteroulette]

Flora and Little My. You agree (that I am great at crackships that somehow make sense).

I am stupidly invested in this ship actually they're so silly and cute together (special appearance by RGB boys)