#Meat Puppet

[alistorcipher]

In vc earlier discussing random ideas.

Friend mention what if his hatbox was left behind somehow use it to communicate onto the former necromancer he affiliated with. Gives him tips how to unbanish etc so he can get that pitiful revenge..

TW: I want to write messed up stuff with blood and to usually help with entitys like that he would deeply sacrifice alot of his own blood vein wise in order for the magick to work.

if not make sense hard type out everything from vocals and had not sleep for day or two. Take lazy concept sketches.

[retrocgads]

USA 1997

[hazelwithhorns]

You’re just a meat mech.

[zackwhitefang]

It's Lore Sunday mah dudes!! 

Now featuring Annette or Anne for short~ 

 She's a Bat/Axolotl hybrid. Anne is the leader of a religious group that preaches u̸n̵i̸o̸n̴  and love <3 

Totally not a cult, don't be silly! So if you want to see more doodles and read more about her lore, just keep reading down below. (Warning for violence)

Just like any religious group, her church has faced some backlash directed at its members and at her own person.

But a couple of mean spirited people won't spoil her day! She's very persistent and will always keep a positive attitude with a big warm smile! :D

After all, what doesn't kill ya only makes you stronger~

Everyone is welcome to join the Church of the Flesh. They're all about giving each other a hand during times of need.

Just like a big loving family! All you need to do if give yourself entirely in f̴l̴e̸s̸h̶ and soul to their deity.

She will show everyone the way to fulfill a greater purpose in this mortal realm so they can ascend and be rewarded!

She's very passionate about what she does as she's nothing but a humble messenger of her deity. 

She's its instrument and as such she will carry out its holy mission to bring everyone together in union through its Flesh.

Consuming its holy flesh? No no, who told you that, you don't eat your gods, silly! To reach salvation you have to let the Holy Flesh c̵o̷n̶s̶u̴m̵e̴ you.

Every single member of her church has joined voluntarily of course! Her beloved followers are like her children, her own flesh and blood~

She loves them all equally and wishes to spread her love and message of salvation to all that are willing to hear it.

Anne wants you to know that you are loved. 

You are safe.

[secondbeatsongs]

makerrcat's playing Meat Puppet! and I am here also

[cinemastnet]

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[bluepoodle7]

#Gemusetto #Househuntedgame #MeatPuppet#MyThoughts

At the end of the Gemusetto video this is what Maison Talo lure body vs his real housebody reminds me of.

Talking about how the Sun God having a flesh puppet.

5:43:13-6:02:08

This is the part I was talking about with Maison Talo giving me the Gemusetto Sun God vibes.

Still wild that the Sun god had two lure like characters on Makasu's journey pretending to be his friends but were luring Makasu to his doom.

Video not mine and spoilers for Gemusetto.

Gēmusetto Rewatchu Picchu (Behind The Scenes) - YouTube

This song is pretty good and gives me Realtor vibes.

Videos not mine but links are there.

Gemusetto Machu Picchu ED (youtube.com)

Gemusetto season 1 be like.

Silly Billy VS. The Unmatched power of The Sun (ANIMATED) #shorts (youtube.com)

Found a podcast with the creator and video not mine but link is there.

Gemusetto Machu Picchu w/ Max Simonet- Owls Only: An Adult Swim Podcast (youtube.com)

I would love a art trade drawing where Zable Fable is badly drawn in the same style as season 1 Makasu and Maison Talo is the god of tennis.

[spookyweaselbones]

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[chesb0red]

dnd moments:

today my party needed to set up a meeting with some nobles in order to gather more information for a mission we were sent on. however, our contact, the person who was setting the meeting in the first place, died. straight up died. there was an undead siege and was targeted by a skeleton before we could reach him. so naturally we had someone cast Animate Dead on him and my character casted Minor Illusion to make him “speak”. it was some really messed up puppeteering with one person pretending to be drunk buddies with the guy that finally got us the meeting we needed. then we proceeded to fake the guy’s death as death by drunken accident. it was terrible and one of my party members kept laughing the whole time.

tldr 3 people puppeteered a guy’s corpse to set up a meeting with some nobles because our contact met an early and untimely demise

[bluecollarmcandtf]

The New Garbageman

Lance slowed from his run and glanced at the trash compactor sitting outside his apartment complex. He needed to catch his breath, but he hated being so close. The young man gave a disdainful look to the laborer who seemed wholly unbothered by his choice in career. 'Some men are just meant for menial crap like this,' he thought to himself, 'God knows I wouldn't be caught dead doing it.'

The jogger looked straight ahead as he passed, not wanting to make eye contact with the sucker lugging away a week's worth of his building's refuge. Lance thought the smell alone was enough to make him gag, but he was even more disturbed by the garbageman's indifference to the squishy contents leaking all over his clothes.

'At what point is that worker just considered trash himself?' Lance pondered with a grimace.

Just as he was about to escape into the entrance of the complex, a sharp ripping noise sounded behind him, followed by a clamour of things crashing to the ground.

Lance made the mistake of looking back, seeing a huge mess scattered across the sidewalk. It looked like a garbage can had exploded and now there was rotten food and crumpled papers everywhere, but that damn sanitation worker had vanished!

"The hell!" Lance shouted in anger, but his rage didn't last long.

A sudden pain stabbed him in the back and he crumpled to the ground like all the garbage had moments before. Everything went black...

Lance shook off the daze and found himself leaning against one of the garbage bins. The pain in his back didn't feel as acute anymore. All he could feel was an unusual warmth spreading from where he had been stung.

"Where is that goddamn garbage man," he growled, wincing at the litter surrounding him. He was ready to give that idiot a piece of his mind.

He put his hand on the concrete in an attempt to get himself up, but was surprised by the feeling of gloves over his fingers. Lance stared at his gloved palms with total confusion. He was sure as hell that he didn't put those old worn things on!

Then he noticed his shoes. They weren't the sneakers he'd been jogging in moments before. They were some kind of work boots!

"What the hell!" he exclaimed, wondering if he'd actually been knocked out and robbed.

Lance pushed his fears aside and began climbing to his feet, but as he did, he noticed something had appeared over his shoulders!

"Where'd this come from?" he cried, becoming more and more angry as articles of clothing just kept appearing on his body.

He was positive this dirty old jacket didn't belong to him. It was covered with stains and reeked like a public bathroom. Lance had a habit of always keeping his clothes freshly laundered and fragranced. He wouldn't even wear jeans two days in a row without washing them, so what was this raggedy work jacket doing in his back?

Lance frantically started to pull the thing off, but it seemed stuck on his waistband or something. No amount of thrashing could get him to pull the thing over his head!

He moaned in frustration and threw his fists down angrily. Then, he noticed why the jacket wouldn't come off. It took him a second to realize what he was looking at. The jacket was attached to the new pants he had on!

Lance shouted out in a state of confused panic. "Help!" he cried, not knowing what else to do, but even if someone did come over, what would he tell them? They'd never believe that his clothes were magically being replaced!

He couldn't even bring himself to look down at what he was wearing. Gone were his running shorts and tank top. In their place, a gross old jumpsuit had enveloped his body. Lance was struck by the itchiness of the course material, but he was even more horrified by how damp it felt against his skin. He didn't want to know what liquid those coveralls were saturated with; oil, sweat, or something even worse?

Lance couldn't find his phone in any of his new attire's pockets. He didn't know what was going on, but he was about to start screaming if he didn't find out soon. His breathing intensified while his heart raced out of his chest. He could feel the panic attack coming.

Then all of a sudden, he stopped...

That warm feeling in his back had washed over his entire body and told every tense muscle to relax. Lance's heart rate eased and his breathing slowed. The confusion, worry, and panic in his face was gone: a numb expression sat in its place.

Lance didn't understand why he had suddenly become so calm. Internally, he was still disgusted, horrified, and outraged, but he couldn't deny how relaxed his body had became.

Finally able to gain his bearing, the former jogger climbed up from the ground and gave his new outfit another look.

"What the hell is this thing," he wondered, but his voice had a comparatively lifeless tone.

Lance studied the clothing. The boots were caked with dirt and grime. He could feel his feet sweating inside them. In fact, his entire body felt like it was being cooked. He was completely covered from the neck down with some pretty heavy duty work wear. It was all clothing he would never be caught dead in, yet it looked kind of familiar.

Suddenly it, clicked.

"I'm dressed a goddamn garbage man," Lance spoke again with a monotoned voice.

Then his mouth moved on its own, "I am a garbage man."

The words chilled him to the core. He had not meant to say them! That warm feeling that started in his back had moved to his throat and taken over.

Before he knew it, his hands were moving on their own too. They were picking up the trash littered around him! His legs moved to, crawling his body across the concrete, and Lance couldn't do anything to stop himself.

His mouth wouldn't open when he tried! He wanted to scream! His arms and legs weren't doing what he wanted either. He was trapped in his own body! Lance couldn't speak; he couldn't run; he couldn't hide; he couldn't even panic. His own heart beat at a steady pace like he was the calmest man in the world! His lungs systematically drew in breath after calm breath, and his face was locked in an empty look of indifference...

Lance would have to get used to being around the trash. He was a garbageman now...

One Year Later...

Lance had never imagined he'd be trapped as a garbage collector for this long. His body hadn't let him look back once since he walked away from his old life. Who knows what happened to his apartment and family. He'd long since given up on the idea of ever going back to his old life.

His days were now spent being puppettered to take out other people's trash. It was disgusting hard work that he got no thanks for, but that didn't matter. He wasn't in control of his body, and his body just kept lugging rank bags of garbage day after day after day.

He'd been subjected to millions of dirty looks as people caught sight of him. Lance knew he must seem pathetic. He was sure he smelled even worse. How could anyone respect a man like him? Even after a year, his face still burnt red when someone looked grossed out by him.

The discomfort of his uniform has become normal to Lance. It was itchy and humid under there, which made sense since it hadn't been washed in the all the time he'd had it on.

Well, that wasn't entirely true...

Every night after work, his body would hop on the garbage truck and get dropped off at the sanitation department's parking garage. There he and the rest of the garbage crew would hose each other down. It didn't do much other than make him cold, but at least he got that.

After the makeshift shower, he and the rest of the guys would file into the garage. Lance assumed that every one of the laborers were being used as puppets like him, because they appeared just as numb and lifeless as he did. There was no chummy chitchat; there were no friendly waves or claps on the back; hell there wasn't even a smile or frown on any of their faces.

All the garbagemen acted like robotic slaves for unpaid labor, which is exactly what they were.

Lance's theory was that when he'd felt that pain a year ago, he'd had some sort of Syfy-futuritic-techno crap inserted in his back. It had to be controlling his actions. He could feel it on his spine, sending signals to the resto for his body for how to behave.

It was just a theory. He couldn't prove or disprove anything when he had no autonomy over his own body.

So he was stuck seeing himself play out the same awful routine everyday. 'At least the day's almost over,' he thought to himself. At least he could still dream of a life where he didn't wear this disgusting uniform and pick up garbage all day.

Lance's body joined the rest of the men on the floor. This was where they spent their nights. Whoever was controlling them was clearly too cheap to buy them beds let alone showers or laundry machines

It usually got pretty bleak in there: a whole room of men that aren't allowed to talk or interact outside of working together. There was nothing else to do but sleep, so Lance slid down to the concrete and closed his eyes, wondering if he would ever be anything other than a smelly garbageman ever again.

He thought back to his old life, dreaming about that last morning run he'd gotten before all this happened. He fantasized about what would have happened if he'd just ran around the block one more time.

Would he have avoided this fate or was he just destined for menial crap like this?

Thanks for the Ask, workgearfan

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

finally colored that Eddie scribble <3 rough day p.2!

[retrocgads]

USA 1997

[ovcheonok]

Guest

[theveryworstthing]

Triangle Agency launched today and i made some Creatures for it. here’s the artistic growth of Growth! when i was first given the anomaly description for this friend i immediately thought of stuffed animals made strange by countless sewn on additions and chia pets, but meat. after some back and forth with the team i came up with the first 3 ideas: one based on how bears get real fat for the winter, one based on shope’s papilloma, the real life virus that creates ‘jackalopes’, and one based on how ribeiroia ondatrae can cause mutations in frogs that can give them extra limbs (also a little flower with facination).

frog Growth was picked as the favorite and that base idea was combined with things the team liked from the other two critters with a little gardening aesthetic to create the fabulous froggy fiend you see at the end! my headcannon is that they have to grow their ‘arm’ to move around and if you rip it out they lay limp like a regular puppet until they can generate enough Meat to grow it back :)

 their flower pot friend is named Daisy and i love them very much.

if you haven’t already you should head on over and get yourself a copy of this rad game! i currently have two other Creatures in there but i will be paid to make More Creatures if stretch goals are met (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/hauntedtable/triangle-agency-paranormal-investigation-ttrpg

[tiktoks-for-tired-tots]

Transcript:

Fem Tiktoker: Here's what I eat as a high fat carnivore. Lots of raw steak. Just kidding. I actually like to wear my steak-

Mickey: The fuck you mean just kidding. I WATCHED YOU EAT RAW MEAT-

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