#hispuppets

[hispup-pet]

f u t*mblr- im back ! i nora, but call me dolly or puppet🐶

was wh*reinhiding + hispuppet before i got terminated twice bc ur all haters. will repost/update bio n edits soon. lookin for my old mooties xo

💛💛💛💛💛 i belong to @ghost419 💛💛💛💛💛

[just-here-for-humor]

His Puppets - 1

Anti huddled over the jointed figure and very carefully shaved another fleck of wood off the doll’s hand, carving out small fingers. He made sure to continue as carefully as possible with steady hands. Soon his last puppet finished. Holes were bored into the wooden body and strings were attached. Finally a small drill was used to make a hole in the puppet’s chest that would be filled in later. He set the new creation next to the others.

Doctor. Hero. Father. Magician. Youtuber. Silent actor.

Each doll had a small hole in their wooden chests. Anti grabbed his knife and went to get the final ingredients for his plan. A fight here. A slice there. The blood was collected as the others fled with minor injuries.

He picked up a puppet, a doctor, and the corresponding blood was carefully dripped into into the doll’s chest. The hole was sealed with sawdust and glue and it was set aside. Anti moved on to the next puppet. A drop of blood was placed into each puppet’s chest and then the hole was plugged once done.

Anti looked at his handiwork before cutting his finger and placing a smear on each puppet. Static formed on each doll and frothed around each form before slipping into the wood and creating a small glowing speck for a moment in each patched hole. Anti grinned and grabbed the doctor’s puppet. It was time to have some fun.

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[just-here-for-writing]

His Puppets - 3

Who next? There were plenty of options. Anti was almost giddy with eagerness and his body glitched around the room as he surveyed the puppets. Perhaps the hero? That would be fun. And so many options. Little Jackieboy Man was a hero, a decent one at that. He was mostly a watchful eye who could parkour as he chased after crooks. There were so many options. Would he harm the lawbreaker or become one? Maybe he’d turn on his the other egos. Anti grinned at the possibilities trying to decide what to do first. He could always come back and try something new.

Anti carefully followed the onesied hero, being careful not to tip him off. The hero was the most alert of them all; while he didn’t have specific powers, he was hardier and his senses more keen than most humans.

Once again he made the puppet mimic the actions of its counterpart. When static began to flit across the strings he knew that he had the hero. Jackieboy Man stumbled as he landed from vaulting over some sidewalk railing. The hero looked around but didn’t see another person. He began to keep moving but Jackie changed directions. Anti grinned as he controlled the hero, who was now walking towards a storefront. He forced Jackie to sneak around the back. The hero seemed too stunned to even try to speak as he watched his forced actions with mounting horror. Anti made him try every window and each door. His grin became a satisfied smile when one window began to open. The hero crawled through the opening and landed among the shelves. His small backpack slid from his shoulders and was unzipped. Products were thrown in at random. Anti watched with glee at the hero’s disgust and discomfort. But there was nothing he could do otherwise. Once the bag was filled with petty items Jackieboy Man crawled back through the window. He walked from the building and stood in the parking lot with the stolen goods. The hero looked incredibly ashamed even though he hadn’t been in control. Anti drank it up from his vantage point before releasing the puppet’s strings and letting the connection end. Anti watched as a shudder went through the hero and he sank to his knees. Jackieboy Man almost desperately ran towards the store and began to unpack the backpack. Anti laughed to himself before leaving the scene.

[thehoneymoonlife]

Some people know how to make a gal feel special. Thank you @hispuppet @gerijones and the ladies at Titus 2 for having me and encouraging my #succulent shenanigans. I love this so much, and I can’t wait to stick a plant in here! 💜💜💜🌱🌱🌱🌱 #hedgehogs #succulentsofinstagram #ineedapethedgehog https://www.instagram.com/p/Bu7DkQTBTGK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=12xrkdlco9qiv

[just-here-for-writing]

His Puppets - 2

Anti crept outside the doctor’s house watching Henrick move around the kitchen. Smirking he grabbed the puppet’s strings and began. For a moment he made the doll mimic what the doctor was doing, then he began to feel static fizzling along the strings and the patch in the puppet’s chest began to glow. Anti watched with a growing grin when Henrick shuddered as if a tingle had been sent up his spine. Schneeplestein looked around for a second before going back to preparing his dinner.

Anti then began to move the puppet differently from Henrick. At first the doctor seemed confused but that was soon replaced with fear. His body was moving against his will. He tried to call out for the mute that lived with him to no avail. Anti hadn’t given the doll a mouth for a reason. He saw Henrick’s horror as he forced him to pick up the carving knife from the rack. The doctor slashed at the wall spelling out ANTI in jagged letters. Satisfied with that he released his hold on the puppet, breaking the static connection. In the kitchen Henrick sagged against the counter. The doctor clutched at his throat and looked at his hand. He seemed relieved from the fact that no blood stained it. Faintly from outside Anti could hear Henrick start to cry out. It was soft at first but grew in volume when the doctor realised that he could once again speak. Schneeplestein ran from the kitchen still calling out to the little actor.

Anti snickered. This was going to be beautiful. He collected the doll and glitched away.

[just-here-for-writing]

His Puppets - 1

Anti huddled over the jointed figure and very carefully shaved another fleck of wood off the doll’s hand, carving out small fingers. He made sure to continue as carefully as possible with steady hands. Soon his last puppet finished. Holes were bored into the wooden body and strings were attached. Finally a small drill was used to make a hole in the puppet’s chest that would be filled in later. He set the new creation next to the others.

Doctor. Hero. Father. Magician. Youtuber. Silent actor.

Each doll had a small hole in their wooden chests. Anti grabbed his knife and went to get the final ingredients for his plan. A fight here. A slice there. The blood was collected as the others fled with minor injuries.

He picked up a puppet, a doctor, and the corresponding blood was carefully dripped into into the doll’s chest. The hole was sealed with sawdust and glue and it was set aside. Anti moved on to the next puppet. A drop of blood was placed into each puppet’s chest and then the hole was plugged once done.

Anti looked at his handiwork before cutting his finger and placing a smear on each puppet. Static formed on each doll and frothed around each form before slipping into the wood and creating a small glowing speck for a moment in each patched hole. Anti grinned and grabbed the doctor’s puppet. It was time to have some fun.

[just-here-for-humor]

His Puppets -1

Anti huddled over the jointed figure and very carefully shaved another fleck of wood off the doll's hand, carving out small fingers. He made sure to continue as carefully as possible with steady hands. Soon his last puppet finished. Holes were bored into the wooden body and strings were attached. Finally a small drill was used to make a hole in the puppet’s chest that would be filled in later. He set the new creation next to the others.

Doctor. Hero. Father. Magician. Youtuber. Silent actor.

Each doll had a small hole in their wooden chests. Anti grabbed his knife and went to get the final ingredients for his plan. A fight here. A slice there. The blood was collected as the others fled with minor injuries.

He picked up a puppet, a doctor, and the corresponding blood was carefully dripped into into the doll's chest. The hole was sealed with sawdust and glue and it was set aside. Anti moved on to the next puppet. A drop of blood was placed into each puppet’s chest and then the hole was plugged once done.

Anti looked at his handiwork before cutting his finger and placing a smear on each puppet. Static formed on each doll and frothed around each form before slipping into the wood and creating a small glowing speck for a moment in each patched hole. Anti grinned and grabbed the doctor’s puppet. It was time to have some fun.

@watermelonsinmyattic.

[just-here-for-humor]

His Puppets -2

Anti crept outside the doctor's house watching Henrick move around the kitchen. Smirking he grabbed the puppet’s strings and began. For a moment he made the doll mimic what the doctor was doing, then he began to feel static fizzling along the strings and the patch in the puppet’s chest began to glow. Anti watched with a growing grin when Henrick shuddered as if a tingle had been sent up his spine. Schneeplestein looked around for a second before going back to preparing his dinner.

Anti then began to move the puppet differently from Henrick. At first the doctor seemed confused but that was soon replaced with fear. His body was moving against his will. He tried to call out for the mute that lived with him to no avail. Anti hadn't given the doll a mouth for a reason. He saw Henrick’s horror as he forced him to pick up the carving knife from the rack. The doctor slashed at the wall spelling out ANTI in jagged letters. Satisfied with that he released his hold on the puppet, breaking the static connection. In the kitchen Henrick sagged against the counter. The doctor clutched at his throat and looked at his hand. He seemed relieved from the fact that no blood stained it. Faintly from outside Anti could hear Henrick start to cry out. It was soft at first but grew in volume when the doctor realised that he could once again speak. Schneeplestein ran from the kitchen still calling out to the little actor.

Anti snickered. This was going to be beautiful. He collected the doll and glitched away.

@watermelonsinmyattic

[just-here-for-humor]

His Puppets - 3

Who next? There were plenty of options. Anti was almost giddy with eagerness and his body glitched around the room as he surveyed the puppets. Perhaps the hero? That would be fun. And so many options. Little Jackieboy Man was a hero, a decent one at that. He was mostly a watchful eye who could parkour as he chased after crooks. There were so many options. Would he harm the lawbreaker or become one? Maybe he'd turn on his the other egos. Anti grinned at the possibilities trying to decide what to do first. He could always come back and try something new.

Anti carefully followed the onesied hero, being careful not to tip him off. The hero was the most alert of them all; while he didn't have specific powers, he was hardier and his senses more keen than most humans.

Once again he made the puppet mimic the actions of its counterpart. When static began to flit across the strings he knew that he had the hero. Jackieboy Man stumbled as he landed from vaulting over some sidewalk railing. The hero looked around but didn't see another person. He began to keep moving but Jackie changed directions. Anti grinned as he controlled the hero, who was now walking towards a storefront. He forced Jackie to sneak around the back. The hero seemed too stunned to even try to speak as he watched his forced actions with mounting horror. Anti made him try every window and each door. His grin became a satisfied smile when one window began to open. The hero crawled through the opening and landed among the shelves. His small backpack slid from his shoulders and was unzipped. Products were thrown in at random. Anti watched with glee at the hero's disgust and discomfort. But there was nothing he could do otherwise. Once the bag was filled with petty items Jackieboy Man crawled back through the window. He walked from the building and stood in the parking lot with the stolen goods. The hero looked incredibly ashamed even though he hadn't been in control. Anti drank it up from his vantage point before releasing the puppet’s strings and letting the connection end. Anti watched as a shudder went through the hero and he sank to his knees. Jackieboy Man almost desperately ran towards the store and began to unpack the backpack. Anti laughed to himself before leaving the scene.

@watermelonsinmyattic

[thehoneymoonlife]

When your friend and neighbor shares her fresh homegrown herbs you do a happy dance and post them on Instagram! Behold: she brought me gifts of rosemary and thyme. Not pictured: the happy dance. There’s a reason for it. THANK YOU @hispuppet 💜💜 #yayfood #unofficialfoodie #rosemary #thyme #thisiswhyirun https://www.instagram.com/p/BusQ5GdnZvq/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ode0qxhaaga3