#im jus a puppet

[hamsamwich23]

"And suddenly, I'm a lonely little boy again. Crying into the empty void for help knowing the void would never answer me back"

-MJ

[journalppt2]

Dawwwg,,

[elsvenus]

𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 (𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘) ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ✷ ㅤ𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐘

𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐱 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✷ prequel to im thinking about breaking your heart someday soon character study draft on lesbian compulsory heterosexuality sophmore quinn fabray. if you read the previous one—here’s the sleepover yearning scene you wanted fleshed out! now loosely inspired by the song ankles by lucy dacus ✷ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.7k ✷ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: religious imagery, internalized homophobia, sexual content (?) and angst

the faint outline of a tattoo emerges just above your ankle, fine-lined and inconspicuous, the kind of whimsy easily hidden by socks. it explains why quinn hadn’t noticed it before—until now, as her gaze catches on the way your feet tangle together in a quiet symphony of childish giggles, smudging the pristine polish of your newly painted nails. her breath hitches, an unguarded gasp, and before you can react, her hand darts out, grasping your leg with the easy authority of someone rearranging a doll—you’re a limbless sock puppet, bending at her will.

“what is this?” she demands, the words slipping out sharp, like she’s caught you in a confession. her fingers tighten just slightly, her touch half-command, half-curiosity.

you glance down, sheepish now, a flush rising to your cheeks at the sudden spotlight, improper in front of a seraphim incarnate. “it’s just… a lily pad,” you admit, your voice soft, hesitant. “something stupid. from a vacation. i thought it’d fade by now.”

her thumb brushes over the ink as if testing its permanence, as though it might flake away under her touch, revealing a cleaner, more polished version of you. but it doesn’t—it stays stubbornly etched into your skin, a quiet rebellion against perfection, and you’re suddenly hyper-aware of how her hand lingers, how her eyes trace the ink like a secret she’s just been allowed to see.

she says nothing at first, but her grip loosens, her fingertips ghosting over the edge of the tattoo in something that feels closer to reverence than judgment. for a fleeting moment, the silence between you seems to hum with unspoken truths, as though that tiny imperfection has opened a door.

“it kind of looks like a q,” she finally murmurs, her voice softer now, an olive branch extended through observation. the words hang in the air between you, unexpected and strangely tender, and you feel yourself bloom under the weight of them.

“right,” you reply, a playful lilt in your voice as you meet her gaze, your smile soft but mischievous. “must’ve been god fating my way to you.” the words are light, almost teasing—it’s a joke after all, just something to make her roll her eyes, but the way quinn freezes—hand still resting on your ankle—gives you pause. for a second, she looks like she might say something, but it never comes. instead, her fingers loosen, brushing against your skin as she pulls away, her gaze dropping like a curtain.

she’s never been this quiet. her nose curls up when she thinks this deeply, crinkles at the top. you find it endearing, fight the urge to smooth it over as you would her deep thought, ushering it away.

“seriously, though,” she says, voice slipping back into its familiar coolness, though with something sharper now, “i don’t understand why you’d get something… like this.”

you smile, the words softening the tension, but there’s an unexpected warmth blooming in your chest, a quiet shift beneath the surface of the playful exchange. “it’s just a vacation thing, okay?” you murmur, trying to make it sound light, to keep the air between you unbroken. “not everything has to make sense.”

quinn’s breath catches in a short, amused snort, and her eyebrow arches, that familiar spark of mischief flashing in her eyes. “yeah, well, i’d expect nothing less from you.” she glances down at the ink on your ankle, her gaze lingering there for just a moment, as if deciding whether to push this further or let it fade into the quiet space between you. when she speaks again, her grin doesn’t quite reach her eyes, but there’s a softness there you can’t quite place. “guess it’s not all bad, though. kinda suits you—chaotic, in a way.”

you laugh—half offended—but it feels a little different this time, a little deeper, more honest. “it’s a lily pad, not a metaphor for my life,” you tease, the words a shield for something you don’t want to name.

quinn rises gracefully, all swift movements and cool detachment, as if the moment itself had never existed at all. “you really should’ve found a better tattoo artist,” she says, voice shifting back into its usual playful smirk, before turning toward the door. “but hey, whatever keeps you entertained.”

you watch her go, the space between you suddenly too wide. the playful mask is back in place, but you can feel it now—how fragile it is, how much she’s holding back. it’s in the way her jaw tightens just before she leaves, in the way she avoids your gaze, as if looking at you might reveal something too painful to face and doesn’t want you to see, locked in the unsaid.

for now, you let it stay that way, letting the quiet settle into the room like a song in the background that needn’t be played again, mustn’t be put into focus.

her mother looks just like her, in a way that hollows your chest with something nameless. quinn without the fire—an ocean-eyed blonde with a different kind of sad smile. you’ve spent over a year catching glimpses of quinn that mirror her mother too perfectly: the grin that doesn’t reach her eyes, the way light bounces off her irises past her lashes, impenetrable. you’ve tried to pinpoint the cause, as though finding it could save her, keep the diamond twinkle you long for buried deep within the weight of her gaze. but every attempt has left you empty-handed, powerless.

when mrs. fabray opens the door, even she seems startled by the reflection. for a fleeting moment, she sees herself in her daughter who is across the room in incoherent easy closeness with her best friend, and something unspoken passes over her face. that lifeless smile of predator shark teeth appears again, even startles you, before she speaks.

“quinnie,” she calls out to her daughter like a threat, as though you’re not even there “it’s getting late—maybe it’s time you girls go to sleep.”

quinn isn’t a fighter at home, she’s compliant and soft around the edges, so she doesn’t speak, just nods, her movements quick and quiet as she shrinks into herself, like she’s a different person when she’s home. you turn, not wanting to add any more weight to the air, but the sudden distance between you two feels thick, suffocating. the soft creak of the bed under quinn’s weight reminds you she’s still there, and her silence weighs heavier than any words.

you unbutton your jeans slowly, methodical, the motion almost like a private ritual. you strip off the fabric, the cool air of the room kissing your skin as you slip into your soft pink pajamas, the kind that make you feel more like a child than a teenager, but it’s easy to wear the comfort when the space feels so fragile.

behind you, you can feel quinn’s eyes burning into your back like a heatwave. the air shifts—her gaze is a silent thing, lingering. you know she wants to look. you can feel it in the way the room holds its breath, in the way quinn’s shoulders tense like she’s holding herself back, her fingers curling slightly as if she could reach through the space and pull you back toward her. It’s a silent, aching yearning.

there’s a moment where you want to turn, catch her in the act of wanting, of needing—but you don’t. you keep your back to her, the soft fabric of your pajamas rustling as you move. the desire in her gaze is too real, too sharp, and you’re afraid if you look back, you might fall apart from the weight of it.

your pajamas are rosey like the mattress, a quiet merging of body and backdrop. when you lay down, it’s almost seamless—your figure fading softly into the blush fabric like you’re meant to be part of it, some delicate offering to the room. quinn’s gaze flickers, betraying her careful restraint, and she wonders how much audacity it might demand to feign an accident, to reach for you in the guise of thoughtlessness.

she imagines her fingers brushing against your skin as if by mistake, the fabric of your shorts riding snugly up your thighs in the process, revealing more of you than she should allow herself to see. the thought alone ignites a quiet war inside her chest, an ache she can’t quell. she shifts against the mattress, her hand twitching at her side as though the weight of her yearning might spill over, ruin everything. so she talks about boys instead.

“the new boy, sam…” she begins, the words hesitant and uneven, like stepping barefoot over glass. your closeness in the unlit room weighing heavy, unbearable, your warm breath mingling over each other’s faces like a blanket touch “he looks like your type, doesn’t he?”

“you think i’m into blondes?” you ask, your voice soft but teasing, a quiet question laced with light amusement, and her cheeks are immediately shaded like the mattress, pajamas, peonies, blush.

she’s hoping so, suddenly, having not thought it through before. quinn hadn’t prepared for this sudden pivot in her own heart, curses herself stupid for the topic. but now the hope takes root, fierce and unruly, so ardent and consuming that she’s afraid that god himself might strike her down for it, might take it away, might cast her brunette again just to prove a point.

“i don’t know.” quinn’s words come out defeated, in a single dying breath that melts halfway through the air until she composes herself once more. your toes are touching again, and it’s enough to set her nerves alight. she wants to take a bite out of you and keep it beneath her tongue—her brain decides abruptly. the violent imagery of this, in its raw honesty, makes it known she would not be sleeping tonight.

“is your type finn?” you ask then to break the silence but genuinely curious, “the gentle giant, never-as-smart-as-you kind of guy?”

quinn snorts softly, the sound a mix of amusement and frustration as she pushes herself up on one elbow to look at you. “not even close,” she mutters, though her gaze doesn’t quite meet yours. she knows the question is harmless, but it lands somewhere deep inside her, unsettling.

your eyes narrow playfully. “oh, come on, fabray. don’t act like you’re above the high school sweethearts trope, you love it, i know you do! you’ll end up marrying him, even if it ends in hoping at doctor’s offices that the babies get everything from you and nothing from him.”

she shifts uncomfortably, her fingers toying with the edge of the comforter at your future predictions, everything her family could ever want from her. maybe she has been a better actress than she thought, even in your company. “please” she deflects. “you think you could handle someone like finn your whole life? all charm and no brain?”

you laugh, soft and warm, and the sound curls around her chest like a ribbon. “no way. i’d eat him alive.”

“…but maybe he’s good for practice, i guess,” you say suddenly, sending quinn into a spiral.

at first she hums in response, noncommittal, her mind racing. she’s desperate to say the right thing that will steer the conversation back to safe, neutral ground, but her thoughts betray her. every word she might say feels too close to revealing the truth—the way her chest tightens when you smile, the way her gaze lingers too long on the curve of your lips.

she blinks after a moment, like a softer clearing of the throat. “practice?”

you shrug, your cheeks flushing faintly as you avoid her gaze. “you know… for when it matters, when it’s a guy i really care about. so i don’t mess it up. i need someone like that.”

quinn stands there, frozen in the quiet aftermath of your words, the weight of them pressing on her chest like a stone. practice. it’s such an innocuous word to you, so simple, you practically spit it out. but to quinn, it lands with the intensity of a sermon preached in a forgotten cathedral, all holy desperation wrapped in the scent of incense. her jaw tightens, the muscles working beneath the skin, a silent struggle etched in the tense line of her neck.

she looks down, avoiding your gaze, as if the truth in her eyes could betray everything she’s been holding back. a moment passes before she speaks, her voice low, deliberate, she feels burdened with sin cursing through her veins and at any given moment she’ll choke on the blood of her pretend nonchalant.

“i could help you,” she says, the words slipping out almost effortlessly, but with a rawness that catches in the air between you. “doesn’t matter to me.”

the casualness of her tone might fool someone else. might make them believe it’s just another one of quinn’s usual deadpan, indifferent comments. but you can hear the crack beneath the surface, the desperate strain she’s working so hard to hide. her gaze flickers briefly to your lips, and for the briefest second, it’s like she can’t tear her eyes away and your heart stutters in your chest. her voice lingers in your ears, a cold whisper that feels like a heavy cloak being draped over your shoulders, shrouding you in her quiet torment.

“quinn—”

but you don’t get to finish.

in one fluid, predatory motion, quinn leans in, her presence a magnetic force you can't escape. her hand moves with purpose, fingers brushing the side of your face so delicately at first that for a moment, you wonder if it's just a figment of your imagination. but when her lips find yours the world shifts like a sudden storm breaking through a quiet sky. the vague taste of mint toothpaste and cherry lipgloss remnants fills your senses, and though you've never cared for cherries, it feels like the sweetest thing you've ever tasted. your hands, moving of their own accord, find her waist, but by then she's already holding your chin prisoner with an unrelenting grip, a quiet command in her touch. her tongue meets yours, urgent, hungry, like a race to reach some destination you can't name, and by the time you register the way your body feels weightless—like you might collapse into the kiss itself—it’s already too late. your breath comes in shallow, desperate bursts as she consumes you entirely.

you think to yourself you ought to make practice count so you grab a handful of golden hair and tug it gently, her mouth agape from the gasp, tension setting you free to roam her throat in wet trails. you don’t know when her leg found itself lodged between your thighs but it makes itself known with the way her knee arches against your center and everything everywhere aches desperately.

“stop,” she whispers, but it’s more for her sake than yours, a command that echos like a plea. her breath catches, heavy and shallow, like she’s drowning and doesn’t know how to come up for air. she’s not supposed to care like this. she’s not supposed to feel like this. she’s supposed to be your friend. but the sight of you, so close, so oblivious to the storm inside her, makes everything inside her crack.

she breaks everything up just as suddenly as the kiss started, just as violently, stepping back with the same cold mask she’s always worn. her breathing is uneven, ragged.

“guess that’s enough practice for tonight,” she mutters, the words laced with a bitterness she’s only just beginning to taste. quinn turns away from you, her back to you like a door slamming shut, the heavy weight of her unspoken emotions too much to carry in the light of day.

the silence stretches between you, and you’re left standing there, heart pounding in your chest, trying to make sense of everything that just happened. she will never let you in. she’ll never voice what’s breaking her inside. she’ll just keep hiding it all beneath the veneer of indifference, the weight of her love buried deep in the shadows where you can’t see.

the next day quinn fabray fucks noah puckerman searching for one ounce of what you made her feel and with her virginity goes her hope of being normal, too. she whispers the word lesbian in front of the mirror for the first time afterwards, like someone trying on clothes and is desperate over the fact it fits.

she cries herself to sleep.

requested by @caitviers and written motivated by the very lovely @willowcried and @chapqellroan i hope you like this part too !

[radiocarbonfanfics]

Bill fiddles Fiddleford in Ford || Billford^2

This is only a little mature, the title is just for shits and giggles.

this is cross posted on my ao3 btw

Stanford waltzed into the basement in sloppy, jerky movements. Fiddleford heard his stumbling and immediately understood what control he was under. Stanford’s body slammed into a wall near Fiddleford sitting at his desk.

“Woah some plans ya got there!” Bill’s voice forced its way out of his puppet’s mouth.

Fiddleford rolled his eyes, “for heaven's sake Bill, ya say that every time ya come charging in ‘ere.”

“It’s a good conversation starter.”

“Only in yer eyes.” He frowned and tried to focus back on his work.

“Awww but Mcgucket.” Stanford’s body inched towards Fiddleford. “You always love me in Sixer’s body.” Fiddleford’s chair spun around and Bill was toppled over him, completely invading his space with a thigh in between his own and his face making their lips almost brush—Bill knew what he was doing.

Fiddleford’s face slightly flushed, “I’m–I’m busy right now Fo-Bill.”

“Oh really Mcgucket?” Bill inches Ford’s thigh closer in between Fiddleford’s.

“Oh–oh lord.”

Bill forced Stanford’s lips against Fiddlefords ear, “You know you love when I’m in his body.”

He paused for a moment, making sure to breathe in the other man's ear.

“Because he’ll never treat you like this.” Bill took the six-fingered hand and pressed it into Fiddleford’s chest, pushing him further into his chair. Fiddleford swallowed nervously, “I—Ford wouldn’t want to–you—um.”

Fiddleford nervously babbled under Bill’s consuming presence. “Do you think he could ever show adoration like this?” Bill kissed his neck and trailed downwards.

“Um—Bill, I don’t think Ford would—” Fiddleford interrupted himself with a whimper when Bill nipped at his ear.

“So needy for your best friend.” Bill punctuated his sentence with his hand brushing against one of his nipples. “What would your bestie think about this Mcgucket?” Bill teased and began to unbutton Fiddleford’s shirt.

“God—don’t call ‘im that, jus’ shut up.” Fiddleford furrowed his brows and leaned into his chair more. “But my favorite part is causing you anguish,” Bill sweetly smiled down at him.

Fiddleford grabbed Ford’s face and just slammed their lips together. Tangling his hand’s into Ford’s hair. “So straightforward,” Bill teased him.

Fiddleford pulled at his hair to shut him up. Bill moaned and Fiddleford grabbed at the other’s lips with his teeth. Bill managed to pull away.

“Eeesh kid, I feel like you're tryna eat me alive.”

“What if that was what I’m tryna do?” Fiddleford looked up at him.

“I wouldn’t mind," Bill grinned.

[starry-gabby]

Just a lil something dedicated to someone

I can never be myself

Why do you do this to me

It’s like you want me in pain

You just don’t like what you see

Make me wanna leave this home once and for all

I’m happiest when I’m away from you mother

I’m gonna fall

Guess there’s another

Why must you rip me away

Taking myself away from me

Ripping me to pieces

To the point I don’t even recognize myself to this day

I don’t give a fuck anymore

You get mad at me for being my own person

I just wish you would care more

You’re making my pain worsen

I feel like a fucking puppet

Not like I’m your daughter but a play thing

Do you even see me as human or just some stupid pet

I’m gonna suffocate myself in a bucket

You make me hate my own home

Why are so always so damn difficult

I’m starting to gloam

I might just start a cult

Im so tired of you saying no and your yelling

Cant you ever try and listen to me

Then you get mad at me for jus crying

You can never see

[zofi-persson-quotes]

A very, very long one ahead

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): call out post for Dark

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): said he doesnt love me

Animal Whisperer (Red): excuse me

NetherwartEater69 (Blue): damn Dark looks like you're getting kicked

Music Man!! (Green): Dark you better fight me 1v1 I'll be waiting at Purple's

#1SpiderFan (Dark): I DID NOT SAY I DIDN’T LOVE YOU

#1SpiderFan (Dark): however i’m having second thoughts

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): :(

The Avatar (Chosen): Dark no

Music Man!! (Green): DARK I’M WAITING AT PURPLE'S

NetherwartEater69 (Blue): He is, by the way. We were at Purple’s anyway.

#1SpiderFan (Dark): oh don’t worry i’m on my way

Living Gun (Ballista): oh i gotta see this i’m also on my way don’t start w o me

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): U CANT FIGHT OVER ME

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): without me there

Warning Sign (Sign): I have work I can’t come

Animal Whisperer (Red): don’t worry Sign if i remember i’ll keep you updated

Warning Sign (Sign): Thanks I think

Animal Whisperer (Red): Y’ALL I LOOK OUTSIDE AND I JUST SEE SEC RACE PAST THE WINDOW

Music Man!! (Green): HOW DID HE GET HERE SO QUICK

Animal Whisperer (Red): Sec, actually SLAMMING THE DOOR INTO THE WALL: YO IS DARK HERE YET

Animal Whisperer (Red): Vic, a sensible person: NO WHAT

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): HEY I THINK I MIGHTVE BROKE THE DOOR

FlyingAway (Purple): SEC IF YOU BROKE THE DOOR I CAN AND WILL KILL YOU

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#1SpiderFan (Dark): I’M STILL ON MY WAY BUT DID HE ACTUALLY

Animal Whisperer (Red): THEY D I D

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): IM SO SORRY

FlyingAway (Purple): MY DAD IS GONNA KILL M E FORGET ME KILLING SEC

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): I CAN PAY FR IT

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): i can probably fix the door

FlyingAway (Purple): YEL IF YOU CAN FIX THE DOOR I WILL OWE YOU FOREVER

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): what did he do to it

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): I RIP[PED THE FUCKI NFDFJKSDLGSL

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): I SRDAHYKALKHSGJKD

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): ARE YOU GOOD?

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Sec is currently cry-laughing and sobbing that he can’t type.

Music Man!! (Green): HE’S TRYING TO SAY HE R I P P E D T H E H I N G E

Ghost Puppet (Vic) uploaded an image!

[A very blurry photo of Sec lying on the ground, curled up laughing. His phone is lying on the floor next to him.]

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Green is torn between being in fight mode and helping

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): I’M HERE

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): THE DOOR IS ON THE FLOOR Y’ALL

NetherwartEater69 (Blue): I’m literally going to cry

#1SpiderFan (Dark): i can hear Sec shrieking from miles away holy-

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): im hsjkldghjks

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): calmr now

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): barely

#1SpiderFan (Dark): i’m almost there

NetherwartEater69 (Blue): GODS I FORGOT WHY WE WERE HERE

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): HJKhsddkah=hsdkghajkhkajhSHGKSDJHGJKJALHLSADGSADGHKJSDG

#1SpiderFan (Dark): WHAT’S UP FUCKERS

#1SpiderFan (Dark): wow that door really is gone huh

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Dark came in and Green just yelled “FIGHT ME!”, so I think we’re off to a good start.

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): SAASSAHGJKSDGHJKSDGH D ARK

Living Gun (Ballista): HEY SIGN DARK JUS TACKLED GREEN TO THE GR OU ND

Warning Sign (Sign): WHAT

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): WE;RE WITNESSIGN A WRESLTING MATHC

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): I rescued their phones.

Warning Sign (Sign): how are you so calm??

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): This is a normal activity for us at this point.

Warning Sign (Sign): I’m losing my MIND and I’m not even THERE

Living Gun (Ballista): I DON’T KNOW WHERE CHOSEN GOT POPCORN?? BUT I WANT SOME

The Avatar (Chosen): it’s sweet

Living Gun (Ballista): ew nevermind

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): Ballista I'M abt to fight U

Living Gun (Ballista): try me

Living Gun (Ballista): SAGH NTO LIKSE THAT

Warning Sign (Sign): What happened

Living Gun (Ballista): HHE TAKLRD ME

Warning Sign (Sign): THEY TACKLED YOU?

Living Gun (Ballista): YEAJK

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): HE JUST SAID “OK” AND HE IMMEDIATELY TACKLED BALLISTA?

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Chosen gave me some of his popcorn. We are having an amazing time.

NetherwartEater69 (Blue): i got Sec and Ballista’s phones. they are also wrestling

Ghost Puppet (Vic): This is better than WWE.

The Avatar (Chosen): Vic do you watch wwe

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Occasionally! I find it entertaining to watch how good at acting the wrestlers are.

The Avatar (Chosen): oh you’re so valid

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Thank you! :)

Warning Sign (Sign): Is everyone else still fighting? Are you guys talking about WWE while two fights go on in front of you

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Yes.

The Avatar (Chosen): yup

NetherwartEater69 (Blue): oh no

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Blue, what was on Sec’s phone?

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Ah. Oh no.

Warning Sign (Sign): What happened???

The Avatar (Chosen): Blue: Sec, you just got a text from Dad.

The Avatar (Chosen): The entire room: Silence.

Warning Sign (Sign): Oh no

[satanicsanity]

...guys I-

I might be too Gay for this puppet show- /j /hj

It was Wally, then it was wally and howdy, then it was wally and howdy and Eddie... NOW it's wally, howdy, Eddie, and FRANK????

They're just so neat and their designs are so cool, why do they have to be so neat.. God damn it!-

I ju- I just- I want to aggressively hug them so bad and give them compliments- they look so silly and kind i- fuck-

@anxious-enby hELP ME, BITCH (/j)

...It's about 1am, and.. Im doing Nothing productive!- Love yall!! <3

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

https://www.tumblr.com/im-a-hoping-beetch/730354203465285632

What do you think about it?

Again, I'll ignore the Korra bits because I don't remember much about how anyone in the Gaang other than Toph was written.

"Bloodbending is Katara's dark side" has always been a HUGE stretch. Even before Hama used it on her and her friends, even before she realized Hama had used it to torture people instead of jus tin self-defense, Katara was visibly uncomfortable with the very concept of, in her own words, reaching inside someone and controling them.

The very name of the episode shows us why Katara would NEVER seen bloodbending as empowering or in any way part of her identity - the PUPPET master.

Hama was someone Katara thought she could trust. A wise mentor, a friend, a kind old lady that just wanted to help her and her friends protect themselves.

And then she found out all that bonding, all those teachings, we a facade. It was the mask Hama wore to get close to her and ABUSE her. Because let's not kid ourselves, that's what that scene was about: an adult physically abusing three vulnerable children, and even forcing them to fight each other.

Even when she wasn't the one Hama was using her bloodbending on, Katara still felt terrified and POWERLESS. Because he friends were basically trapped in flesh prisons, unable to control their own actions. And Hama forced Katara to watch them nearly kill each other.

Then, finally, Katara uses bloodbending in a desperate attempt to save those she cares about. And Hama is HAPPY because she accomplished what she wanted: FORCING Katara to SUBMIT to her will.

And before anyone says "Oh but Hama wanted her to FIGHT! She wanted a student to pass on her legacy to! So it totally counts as it being a kind of dark power she wanted to pass onto Katara" let me remind you that, right before burning his son's face, Fire Lord Ozai said "Rise and fight!" and "You will learn respect and suffering will be your teacher."

An adult unleashing hell on a vulnerable child like that IS ABUSE, no matter their supposed "good" intention, and Katara using bloodbending on Hama is basically no different than if a panicked 13-year-old Zuko had blasted some fire at his father in a desperate attemtp to save himself.

Just because something looked cool it does NOT mean the character was empowered by it. The episode makes it very clear that the whole bloodbending thing made Katara feel scared, powerless, and TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF by an adult she thought would protect her!

It makes perfect sense that she was horrified at her own action in The Southern Raiders when she used bloodbending on someone but not at all the times she used regular waterbending to fight in self-defense is perfectly logical. It's just like Zuko using his firebending to fight, but NOT to disfigure people like his father did to him (see his Agni Kai with Zhao).

A character saying "I went through something horrible that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy" is not them "denying their own dark side and agency", it's a sign that said character DOESN'T WANT TO USE THE DIRTY TACTICS OF THE VERY PEOPLE THAT TRAUMATIZED THEM!

[addictivepsychology]

Day 109

I’m really sick of my job

Every day something is wrong

It’s never just okay

Everything is never just ok

There’s always chaos and we’re to blame

They’re kids, it’s supposed to be chaotic

In the most fun way

I need alcohol

Fuck this

Fuck this job

Fuck your guys for making me feel not worth it

I want to cry so bad

On my lunch

When I go home

I just can’t

I’m going to my bosses house tomorrow though, the one I like, the one with the brains

There’s the big boss,

Then the smart one,

Then the other one

The other one doesn’t like me, she’s rude to me, and she has favorites, which obviously isn’t me anymore

I feel like she’s scared of me, nervous of me to say the least, and

I’m not sure why

Kind of

I guess I’ve always been a little intimidating to people in the workplace,

Like I go for the throat

Because I will if I have to

Especially if you’re my boss doing something you’re not supposed to,

But I haven’t been to that point yet

Yet

You know what’s annoying to,

They aren’t directly going to much bad in my direction, they’re mostly okay to me,

It’s everyone else,

Because they trust me,

But it’s kind of not fair

But I guess it is

I don’t want this position when everyone else wants it but wants to use me as the puppet for it,

I’m so much happier doing other things like babysitting and driving,

I love kids, I love making a difference,

But this, this is not love or kids or making a difference,

This is pleasing my boss ,

An adult human who can’t regulate her emotions,

Who can’t effectively communicate her wants and needs,

Who can’t delegate tasks based on an educated decision,

Oh yeah , a kid threw up today, poor girl,

And two kids got hurt, had to call all their parents,

I think I talked with 5 parents today,

Whatever, that’s the least of my worries,

That’s the easy part,

I’ve always gotten bad advice from the other boss,

The smart one gives me good, sound advice so I try to ask her.

But the other boss gets mad when I talk to the smart one saying that she’s my head person so why am I talking to other people,

I fucking hate that work is taking up this much space, but for now,

This is life

I guess I’m looking for other jobs,

Maybe I’ll float doing uber deliveries and babysitting while looking for remote work,

I’m just so sick of waking up to go to bed,

And trying to be on someone else’s eating schedule

And sleep schedule

And schedule

I’m just tired of living for other people

I want to live for myself

We talked on the phone last night and this morning

I always have fun in our conversations,

You make me laugh, and keep me entertained

As much as you keep yourself entertained

And as much as you make yourself laugh

I’m glad you read these

I have one person to talk to about literally everything

And doesn’t judge my decisions

Who’s supportive

I can’t believe you still talk to me after knowing everything

I guess you’ve shown me that I can be accepted for all parts of me

I have trouble feeling that way when bad shit happens,

I’m not worth what other people tell me, I’m worth what I value in myself

I’m always excited to talk to you again

ButI still wonder what you look like,

Would we meet In person by first look if we saw each other,

You say you can pick me out of a crowd but I don’t think you could,

I guess because of my height maybe,

Im so fucking tired,

I need to wash my hair,

I should workout,

I’ve eaten too many calories today to not workout,

Fuck,

I just want to cry, drink, and sleep,

Maybe that’s what I’ll do,

But workout first

I don’t have enough time for anything tonight

Maybe I’ll drink in the shower

This is useless

I hope their mom comes home soon

I’m babysitting twins who are in 4th grade

I love them

But parents always stay out later than what they tell me

Finally home,

Got my ice cream

Did my little short full body workout

Have to shower

I feel like I have no time

Finally showered, having a drink

Feeling so

Much

Better

Someone’s I drink to see if I have anxiety

Sometimes I become a hypochondriac and forget that shit just happens

So having a drink calms me down and reminds me that I’m fine

And that if something is really wrong with me, the alcohol would make it worse

But only one, then I need sleep

I’m exhausted

Princess

Only a few more days until our weekend!

It feels like forever since I’ve seen you

It’ll be a few weeks in between each time I see you

But that’ll make it that much sweeter

I ruin anything close anyways

I enjoy what we have

I enjoy what I have

I have to finish packing and wash my hair and get ready,

That’ll be tomorrow and Thursday

Friday will be the work party then the long drive

I’ve been talking to a lot of my friends often

And it’s so nice

To be reminded that I have girls who support me

I love them so much

I finally have some women friends

And now I might move away

It’s usually how it works out though

It’ll give me a reason to drive and stay somewhere else

Which is what I love

Right

Being anywhere else

Since I was raised in chaos

I’m excited for my personal life

My work life can fuck off

[sonnetsficofcringe]

Awoken

Chapter 2 desperate worry

Wally’s pov

Summary: Wally wakes up in the studio, time has seemed to pass without him. And his friends.

T/W’s :panic attacks and little bit of angst wally cries

Im on mobile so the wording will look weird. Sorry for your eyes! Also i do not proof read, i publish late at night, anywho lets start.

BOOM CRACK

Wally hits the bottom of the desk he was under, the loud sound of thunder jolts him out of his coma like state. Trying to climb out from under the desk His eyes adjust to the dark and a gasp leaves him.

“Oh no…”

What he saw wracked his innocent mind, His friends scattered around the broken down recording studio.’did the do it?’ wally thought to himself.‘Did they really cancel us?’

He scans the room making sure his friends are not missing any limbs. No one was, thank the heaven, just looking worn and dusty. He let out a calmed sigh. “Oh thank the stars…now let me jus-“ he was cut off with a thud. Now facing the floor wally looked back and failed to notice something about himself. He fell speechless.

His shin is missing, everything below the knee.

Trying to scream his voice is caught in his throat, where was his leg? Why was it gone? Why!? Oh… his leg was caught inside the floorboards and he ripped his shin out by the seams when attempting to walk. He gets back up with the help of a broken board and took hobbled hops towards each of his friends. Shaking each one and giving gentle but firm nudges, he realized with no one to care for and maintain them, they went back to “sleep”

“yes sleep! Thats what they’re doing! Maybe home can-“

Wally was cut off again but this time instead of shock, it was from fear. He didn’t see home when he checked everyone else. The 9th neighbour was reverted to nothing but a door, window, roof and the left overs of home’s base. Home’s remaining eye no longer conveyed any sort of life, broken windows taking their place.

The producers took home apart thinking it was the reason for the puppets being more lively, but Wally knew better. Wally always was told from his creator that it was love. The love from the studio workers, the love from the children and the love of their creator that made them live. Home only kept them safe, but not alive.

The creator knew this.

Wally knew this.

But they never asked.

Wally huffs an angry whimper and begins to hobble toward the only exit of the recording studio. Using his one tippy toe he barly reaches the door knob and begins to turn it, locked?

(Cue to other side of door being blocked by a broom)

He stares at the door in shock, then begins to desperately try and turn the door knob, panic setting in with the realization that no one knows they’re here. No on is going to come looking. Wally eyes start to blur and though he has no lungs he can feel his breathing take a faster pace almost choking him. Eyes start to well as he scratches the door while sobbing “NO! nonononono- oh no. Please no. Not again I don’t wanna be alone, not again……”

He crumbles to the ground and curls himself into a ball, silently sobbing till he falls into a dreamless sleep.

Like he did for so many years before.

Oof that ending, I promise you find him in the next chapter tho. I will try not to make him cry anymore maybe.

what Wally saw when he woke up. If you look by Barnaby you can notice what’s left of home

[prospitianmonarch]

maybe im like thinking abt it too much & also bc im like drunk rn BUT

personally i jus see bro with cal as a guy with his comfort object of some sort but he plays it off as it being an ironic thing bc who's gonna expect to see a cool dude with a puppet - exactly! nobody! hence the irony

[yumenosakiacademy]

im like a puppet. once my task is done its like my strings r put down n i hav nothing left of myself so i jus hang limp n lifeless n dull-eyed until the next task i must do.

[wandering-the-backrooms]

SALVE

Im jus gonna post about dem spooky spaghetti's. I like the doll and puppet creepypasta best :)

[bebebopbopp]

Journ

Bruv rauru is dangerouly, his arm is jus ta fraction. Sonia mother figure to zelda? Im glad. Im still thinking about the 10.000 years ago figure on the sheikah war against the calamity ganon. Green tunic as i wear now, but the red...

Their ears were really big in the past. It mustve been really long ago since we've got much smaller ears nowadays. And referencing Sonia in this case

Its the second time ive arrived in kakariko. This time the knowledge of this puppet zelda has been figured out and so the research can go on. I myself am pretty fond of these rylics. Though as i am the only one to be able to get them... it provides pressure.. im glad some of the sky islands in which i thought nothing of note was to be found. Still had some use.wortsworth and i had a good conversation about this matter and i gave him two. Now im on to research the rings. After that i should go get the last dragon tear geogliphe. What is it that really just happend to zelda, time travel can have her be really anywhere.

Tauro is the reason i came headfirst to kakariko the first time. I had no particular reason to get to kakariko at that time. But it was a nice detour as it was southward towards the gerudo's. I still wonder why his cloth is such a small size and yet he still wears it. Funny seeing him next to all others. Despite that him being a genius was an amazing discovery. Im truly surrounded by geniuses, may zelda return again.

I'm still in kaariko, i think the researches are looking at me crazy. But im really not that in a hurry for researching. The fact is i havent been here in so long even koko grew so much more. I went around town and found the sunflowers. Then i heard in the shop of nana being sick. The sisters running the shop seemed sleep deprived. It made me sick to my stomache so i hurried to see them. And indeed its because of miasma. I just dont have the milk to create some ricepap. I hope ill find it soon so i can help. But ill need to go to hateno then. I guess ill do the rings research before i go then..

All these people from lurelin all intergrated in central hyrule and around. Im scared to see what happend to the people. I will never forget the first time i learned how to make paella from them. It was delicious. And it was with

TRISSA HAS NOTHING IN HER SHOP. What happend to all my favoirte old ladies around here.. i feel so bad.

How weird the dragon naydra, it went trough the shaft.. i went after it, and it went the way the zora statues went. Yet the zora statues stopped appearing when i neared this weird frog. But i'm barely able to stratch these monstorsities in comparison to what they do to me. Its dangerous. Im better off getting the zonanium and getting out. Ill find out what naydra been up to down there another day.

So I have a saved The dudes in protecting was this Stone tablet in the In The East There We Know on the back of the Creator and I just Wicked Out What is that don't There And then Trisha for First at first favorite Oké so I help Them we got that new Stone tablet I went to solo towdo and he Said Ok So we need to find me now is the one in the in the Dragon Tears de meernaar zo en Now I left kakariko because ja and We're Just I was Building Another I was helping to do with the dude with the ad thing from bolson and there it was again that red sky that nighgtmarish sounds and the faint sound of zelda. Instead of this time i didint hear zelda nor did i see her ib my hallinucion. Itscared me more then when i saw her alone standing there. Where is she. Is she wiped aroind from this eart in this tiem line. She is written in all stoen tablets. Its daunting now. Im headed out, towards hateno since its close by the research center tauro is headed to. Now i build a car, and it was raining and it drove away without me. Drastically i ran after it. It fell into the water iand i fell along. It became a boat :D. I got fish! So it had something positive. Next to that i found a ruin at the end of the river.

Korok, i thoyght lemme do it this once before i go in the under cave. Boom the korok talke dfor the first time not taunting me. It said there was skemthign koing on in kork woods. I went there once and i xouldnt get past the purple fog at all. I found hestu a few days later in the main place. And then this? Saying its weird is true. Il be going there when its on the route. Or just go to hestu bcs i would like to have a plan. Now i went back to the route towards hateno and i ahevnt been here so lonh while it was the plac ei went 103i2o29292x times. Its so good so tsee it agajn. It wad the first stable i went to too! Tho im very mad at the spirit of the goron it broke my car.

I spend my day towards kakariko, ofcourse i helped my dear korok i found along the way. As they once more warned me for the strangeness in the korok woods. It made me think as i continued my journey to hateno. Last time i found korok's they never spoke to me of issues, they only teased. Yet this time there is actually soemthing wrong! Could the korok tree be in danger.. or did malicious zelda puppet have been of influence. At least hestu is safe. I should go by still. Oh well i arrived in hateno.

Its my first night in the hotel, and i have seen alot of hateno's change. Loose of the known school which is great. I even went by my previous house which is TO MY SURPRISE zelda's. I say in a perspecfive from outside. But then i found a surprise in the well. My old... elastic... thing. Anyway. Went trough alot. Brother i wen ttrough that thing with them 100 years ago shit and and the thing from a few years ago man. I foudn a note, my clothing is left in the throne room. Yet i dont really dare going back.. especcialy after that last encounter with the ghost of ganondorf. I have never eaten so much. Although i just needed 3 times to understand his strategy. The first time he made the miasma spread was very scary... well at least i survived. Esp when them champions arrived. Now to hateno. I found the legend of cece ive been hearing all over. Her clothings are very nice, i helped her out with the mayor voting selection. I even helped them out getting some cheese. The moemnt i had that cheese i made the most beuaitufl pizza. Well, further than that i helped the kakariko grannie, havent seen the sister come by hateno tho. I finished by helping out in hsitroy and cooocking class.. it was a nice few days hideout. Now on to the last dragontear, and finding out where zelda truly is.. ill go to the rings with tauro after. Ill also try to free lurelin, the afterhought off all these people from lurelin in hateno even reminding me of it. Its been long enough.

[ghostly-fulcrum]

Oughh i need to draw to distract myself lmao yesterdays jus had me in a funk 😔 But first i need ideas to stick with cos i keep having a million but they never materialize

BUT im also inna weird funk where the last 2 yrs ive been wantin to try different art mediums like makin lil sculpts,puppets which is the far bigger one lmao or like makin miniatures/dioramas 🤔

Listenin to mundane music starin at my iPad, i gotta moveee

[cunt-removal]

Im j jus constantly lookign at the red guy and yellow guy from the scary puppet show duck go away let me enjoy my father son duo please please please pleaaaaseeeeeeeeeee