#puppets who kill

[puppetdaily]

Rocko the Dog, Cuddles the Comfort Doll, Buttons the Bear, and Bill the Ventriloquist Dummy from Puppets Who Kill

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dead beat down

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[cactus-chowder]

something something story based on a story about a kid who doesn't wanna

[splitpierrot]

saw a take on bedman so bad i had to make this

(*yeah i know we dont know his age but imo hes prolly not much older than delilah)

[ovenproofowl]

it was a really charming surprise to find out that the song ncuti and millie performed wasn't pre-recorded and that they literally just had to sing it on the fly while dancing around. most sequences like that would have just been lip-synced with the done up vocals being played in the background which always feels a bit inauthentic, but this just adds to the chaos of the scene and makes the stakes feel a bit more genuine, that ruby and the doctor are actually struggling to come up with this song to offer a proper distraction.

I know we talk a lot about how doctor who will always pick practical effects and costume over 'cgi-ed to a buggery', so I feel like this also deserved some acknowledgement

[ciphillan]

Imagine if you met a yassified version of your dad. What then.

... I think they would be friends :)

When lies of p came out last year, I watched parts of the gameplay with my cedar doll. Like (points at screen) thats your dad hit with the femboy ray girlie

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[maulfucker]

rewatching rebels right now and I forgot the luminara thing was so early in the show. really showing as early as possible the horrors of the empire

[baxtaxer]

I cannot see the Darling Podcast without thinking about The Eric Andre Show. Please tell me I'm not the only one.

[adakechi]

so did erik fucking know that apocalypse was gonna transfer his mind into charles' body effectively killing him?? because i feel like if erik knew that detail his plan wouldve gone from fuck yeah ill kill humanity with this blue guy to oh HELL NO that was NOT part of the deal 😭

[teleportationmagic]

The thing about Jayce and Mel is that like. She does not view him as an investment. That is just certifiably false. You have to skip over all her scenes to believe that.

In the beginning she does! She absolutely does! She conceives of their relationship as a business one - where she makes profit off his inventions, and he profits from her business and political acumen, both monetarily and powerwise. And overall, she believes she's fulfilled her half of the bargain.

It's only when he comes back to her after Viktor gets sick that she realizes he believes this is something deeper. And it's notable that she responds to that emotion - she opens up about herself too, comforts him, and expresses real emotionality about it. It's then that we see his ideals start to influence her - especially reawakening in her a desire for nonviolence.

Wanting to do things peacefully is something that's been with her since she was a child. It is what guides her away from Noxus, because her pacifism just does not fit there. It's why she loved Piltover so - they aren't a violent expansionist empire, which is a really low bar, but that's what she's grown up in.

She never finds the violence in Zaun, because she never goes looking for it. This is her fault, and her flaw, let me make that clear. She has some of the most power in the city, and should know about what kind of violence is holding up, and work to resolve it, truly. But she doesn't, because she's focused on her own exploits, and has so insulated herself away from the class struggle that it does not register for her until it grows to violence.

And then, once that violence comes, she maintains that pacifism with an iron grip, more than Jayce himself. It is Jayce who constructs (almost) all the HexTech weapons that are used in the Undercity, in Caitlyn's police squadron. He betrays the oaths that he's made to his partner, where Mel keeps the promise she's made to her's. She is the only politician left to try to tamp down on the worst of Ambessa's instincts, and her removal from Piltover is what marks it's descent into militarism.

She is ultimately a complicated woman, with a bunch of interesting relationships to Piltover and Zaun. I think you can divide Piltover as a city neatly between her, Jayce, and Caitlyn - each of them standing for some of Piltover's best instincts, and some of its worst.

[lovesickeros]

☆ you sow; & thus you shall reap what you are owed

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, violence {☆} word count 0.8k

You are dying.

Gold melts into the dirt, bleeds into the very earth that you'd molded by your own hands – a familiarity you do not understand the source of – you know it to be true, yet you do not remember it as Teyvat does. It weeps, in turn, for the way you bleed upon it, the way your lungs strain for breath.

It is fury and sorrow and fear and hatred so raw that your mind buckles.

You will die.

"A dying godling and its judge, it's jury – it's executioners," The voice is hollow and cold, sweeps across your broken body like the first chill of winter, "Archons who saw themselves Gods, now brought to heel by their own hubris."

A cold hand upon your cheek, the brush of a thumb across your lip, the gentle caress of cold across your skin. You know her – you don't remember, you shouldn't recognize her but you do – and she knows you. The cold beckons and you follow, let her kindness settle in the hollow space of your chest. You want to speak, to cry and scream and rage, let the world burn around you in a fit of flames so hot even she cannot contain it – but she silences you, quiets the anger seeping into your blood, quiets Teyvat itself.

"Do not speak, little godling. Guide my hand," She is cold; her hands are not gentle, yet it is bliss compared to the callous, cruel hands that have shattered you. She is cruel and cold and brutal but she is love in the way she kisses the crown of your head. She is love in the way she is the bulwark between you and the world that has scorned you – she is fury in the way she brings them to their knees. "And I shall enact judgement most divine."

They will pray for forgiveness, and they shall find themselves wanting.

"It wasn't our fault!" They cry, but you cannot recognize the voice – it breaks and cracks like glass. "They were too human. How were we meant to know? We– we thought they were.."

Silence.

You watch your judge – the executioner, the blade that shall carve their sins into the very marrow of Teyvat, stand above you like death. As cold as winter and just as brutal. Your temple has been painted in the gold of your divine blood, and she shall complete the masterpiece with their own. The Archons shall become the grandest art in the world – this temple the canvas, their blood the paint and their bodies the palette. The cold that cuts sinew cradles you – it sings to you, whispers sweetly in your ear and carves bone from body in the same breath. The cold presses it's lips to your wrist and it cradles a heart within it's palm – judges them and finds them guilty.

It is her spear that rests between their ribs, her sword that dissects and her dagger that carves – the cold devours.

In the breadth of this divine sanctuary, the Archons dwindle. They become the pieces of a divine work of art, they bleed and bend and break upon her hands. She shakes the heavens and carves mortality into the bones of the divine – your word is Law, and you weave their deaths into the roots of Teyvat itself.

They shall know of their grand folly in every moment henceforth and longer still and they shall weep.

And as the curtain falls, as the world crumbles beneath fist and blade, she cradles your face between hands too cold – as gentle as a shard of ice between your ribs, as brutal as the kiss of gentle snowfall. The world buckles at the loss of six, but she alone does not allow it to break – you will have to mend the wounds of the world when you are well, but today you weep and Teyvat weeps with you.

And alone, the cold remains.

Stone has eroded, the wind has ceased, the flames have been extinguished, the storm has been silenced, the forests have gone quiet and the seas go still.

But the cold remains, bathed in gold.

It wraps you in thick furs, cradles you against the winter storm that brews beneath a veneer of composure. It brings you home – lets the world settle into a stillness and silence that inspires only dread and still she presses a kiss to your brow.

It is cold, but there has never been something so warm.

Where hands have broken you, she drapes you in furs, wipes away the thick gold that clings to your skin. She pieces you back together where you have been shattered, reshapes you where you have been bent – makes of you something new. Not a god and not a mortal but something wedged between them.

But you are yourself.

And you are where you belong.

They shall put you back together and you shall know only the worship worthy of the divine. They shall carve this world into your image, tear out and burn away the rot that festers.

All you need to do is say the word and they shall be your tools to make this world your own.

One word and those who wronged you shall burn, too.

Just one word. That's all it takes, and they shall take away your pain.

[llamaisllama777]

THE DAILY*/WEEKLY* LAES, TSAMS, EAPS Review!!!

Been a bit since I last did this so let's get a move on.

👏 So,... Sun's broken... again. It's probably worse this time around. He just had to kill his own brother. To make it even worse, he had to kill the brother who actually showed he cared for him... that's... that's not something you walk away from without a few scars.

Plus to make it worse they got lost in Dark Sun's castle and had to walk past Nexus' melted remains....

5 TIMES!!!!

5 times! You can not tell Dark Sun didn't at least realize that would happen. I'm not saying he built the castle that way, so it would happen, BUT.... this is Dark Sun, we're talking about.

[Edit: They might not have actually walked past his body five times. I may have misinterpreted something Moon said, but they still might have, so I'm imagine that cause it's funny and traumatizing]

When they get back home, Sun immediately goes upstairs to process everything, and from how he sounded, he's definitely 6 the verge of tears, if not a full-blown mental breakdown.... and Moon just dips. Sort of. He goes to his lab to track down Dark Sun and Ruin. Moon, your brother just had to kill his other brother. I know, and I am proud of you for admitting you aren't the best with emotions, and you wish you could help Sun emotionally but can't, and that's fine... BUT you can't just walk away when your brother desperately needs you right now. You didn't even need to say anything. Just go up there and sit next to him. Be the shoulder he can cry on. Worry about Ruin and Dark Sun later. Solar was the real mvp of this episode. He was the first to call out Moon on his rather apathetic actions. He was the first to comfort Sun, and come to think of it, he might be the ONLY person to comfort Sun in this episode. So, good on you, Solar. M.V.P!

The thumbnail really captures how differently the three are taking Nexus' death.

Sun is shattered.

Solar is trying to comfort him.

And Moon is moving on to the next threat.

Just... PERFECT! 👌

Okay.... Sun is still broken. Like, he's really REALLY messed up. So, Sun asks Earth and Lunar to take care of Dazzle while he tries to recover mentally. Lunar and Earth are really owning the uncle and auntie status. You both are just a wonderful tag team when it comes to taking care of kids.

Lunar called her Doedrop. Awwww! 😊🥺😭 That's so stinkin' cute!

Doedrop!

OH, YOU SON OF A...!

Ruin, look, mate, I'm glad you survived and that Nexus didn't rip your head off...

YOU GOT A LOT OF NERVE COMING HERE!

Eclipse and Puppet handled this situation a lot better than I thought they would have. Huh. Character growth.

Also, Ruin, I really don't believe you're the only reason why Nexus didn't come after F.C. I just don't think Nexus thought of that. Also...

It was you! You killed Nexus!

Okay, so, remember this episode...

Ruin asked Solar if he could borrow a very small propane tank...

Remember that? Guess what he did with that propane tank?

He put it in Nexus! He made a makeshift bomb that was supposed to go off once it was hit by a blast of positive star power, but Sun's magic triggered it instead. So, does that mean Sun killed Nexus, or Ruin killed Nexus or both of them? Like, who's more at fault here?

Point is Ruin, Thank you for killing Nexus, but you also traumatized Sun, so.... ya.

Oh, also, the astrals MIGHT be coming here soon, or this place has their own astrals, which is still bad.

Oh, also, they found the other Foxy, and he's still in the Pizza-plex Eclipse chased him, but he got away... so, Puppet, F.C., Foxy.. watch out.

Amazing and traumatizing episodes

10/10!

[thatonegeekygirl]

Murder On the Puppet History Set

or

Ryan Tries to Solve a Confounding Crime While Estranged Producer Shane Madej and The Prof Hang Out and Are Entirely Unhelpful

[cryingpariah]

(Sneak-Wave pirates belong to @inzendino !!)

Jackie (deadpan): What a pleasure it is to find myself speaking with you again. Tell me, how are you Sir Donquixote?

Doflamingo: Fuhahaha! No need to be so formal with me Little Madame, I can feel your disdain through the snail! But since you asked, I’d be doing much better if you could do me a favour~.

Jackie: Look, I’m not gonna join your weird gang and yes, continuing to ask me makes you look a little pathetic.

Doflamingo: Let me have my hope that you will one day join my family! But no, that’s not it. I have been wronged and I need your help to right it: someone has stolen from me.

Jackie: Really? Who would be so foolhardy as to take what belongs to the Heavenly Demon himself?

Doflamingo: Remove the laughter from your tone, this is serious! I was stolen from! Me! And at the Killer Trade no less!

Jackie: Uh-huh, uh-huh..when does this loop back around to me again?

Doflamingo: You know who did this.

Jackie: I mean, probably. I do know a lot of folks.

Doflamingo: Not probably, absolutely. You’ve even written about them. An uppity out-of-water mermaid, a one-handed owl bastard and one of my lost Tontattas should ring a bell.

Jackie: Vergo's way with words never fails to disgust. And if you know who did it, why even call me?

Doflamingo: I don’t have time to pay small fry a visit, so I’ve sent you a little something to pass along to them~.

Jackie: Are they really small fry if they could steal from your heavenly doorstop? And what's this ‘little something’ anyway, I swear to the seas if it’s another bomb..!

Doflamingo: So touchy~. It’s just a little present from one pirate to another~, that’s all~. Call me back to tell me what faces they made Fufufu~ Ciao~

[The call ends. Jackie clicks her tongue at the Warlord's cadence before leaving her room and heading to the front of the ship to start filling her bag with deliveries. A simple looking pink box catches her eye as she holds it. Without another word Jackie heads out on her arrow. She saves that pink box for last and places it on her lap as she heads for the Sneak-Waves.]

Jackie (drumming her fingers on box exterior): I’m sure they’d understand if I just took a quick peek. Doflamingo is a sadistic conniving machiavellian asshole on a good day after all and he was uniquely pissy on that call…

[Jackie quietly lifts the lid corner and peeks inside. Immediately, her face goes pale and biles rises up in her throat. Without further hesitation she pulls duck tape out of her bag and begins taping the box shut. When she’s done there’s not a trace of pink left.]

[Timeskip to when she's with the Sneak-Wave Pirates.]

Jackie:…I can’t stop you from taking what was addressed to you and I’ll undo the tape if you ask me but, as your friend, I really, really wouldn’t open it.

Mono (almost throwing up out of fear): I VOTE WE DON'T!

Jolene (taking a swig of motor oil): You saw it?

Jackie: Yup.

Jolene: And?

Jackie: It is..certainly a message worthy of the Joker.

Jolene: *turns to Rein*: Gonna have to be a no for me as well.

Hati (sniffing): It smells like…rot.

Jackie: Definitely a rotten thing to give someone. Don’t get too close.

Rein: *looks down* Sunny?

Sol: …Your call Big Man.

Rein: Can’t lie and say I’m not curious as hell but I’m also a man who listens to wise council. Feel free to destroy it for us Jackie.

Jackie (sighing with relief): With pleasure.

[Jackie hangs out with the SWP a while before taking the box and leaving. As she heads up in the sky she pauses.]

Jackie: Sol.

Sol (hiding in the jacket pocket): Show me.

Jackie: I..had a feeling you’d say that.

[Sol hops onto Jackie's shoulder as some mini arrows undoing the tape. When they’re done Jackie turns away and opens the box lid. She hears a mix of a gasp and a choked sob from the Tontatta warrior.]

Sol: I..He…SHIKIKIKI! THAT BASTARD! I'M GONNA KILL HIM, TEAR HIM LIMB FROM LIMB!!

[Jackie rips up a handkerchief and passes it to Sol.]

Sol: DON'T GIVE ME THAT SHIKIKIKI! DO I LOOK LIKE SOME BLUBBERING CRYBABY TO YOU?!

Jackie: Of course not, I just wouldn’t want him to ruin your pretty clothes along with your mood.

[Sol begrudgingly takes the ripped handkerchief.]

Sol: ..What are you going to do with..it?

Jackie: Take the pieces and bury them as respectfully as possible then incinerate the box.

Sol (nodding): Burn some sage afterwards. It’ll keep the space free of negative energy.

Jackie: *salutes* Will do.

Sol: Good. Take me back down..please.

Jackie: Of course.

[Sol is sent off on a smaller arrow back to the surfaced sub.]

[Time cut after the box is destroyed.]

Doflamingo: Tell me, what were the looks those insignificant peons gave you when they saw the contents?

Jackie: Wholly and truly terrified. The mermaid threw up twice and the Captain looked about ready jump into the sea with cement shoes.

Doflamingo: And my Tontatta?

Jackie: There are no words in any language to describe her face in that moment.

Doflamingo: FUFUFUFU! How nice it is to know my craftsmanship was appreciated! They should do their best to return to safer waters FUFUFUFU!

Jackie: Maybe…

[cowabummers]

Can't stop thinking about @arthurianprompts idea of Puppet King Yvain. Had to rough out a throne concept. I'm gonna be thinking about this AU for a while...

[m4gp13]

oooh undead!Ethan would so fun in Tyrant's Tomb because there's the implication that Ares/Ares kids can sort of control the dead soldiers they summon. These soldiers are summoned to serve the Ares kids which implies that regardless of what the soldier wants, they have to work for this person. However, Tarquin can also control dead/undead people, and it would be fun if a sideplot of that book was dedicated to the power struggle between Ares and Tarquin over Ethan. It would add stakes to Ares regaining control of his godly abilities because I imagine that while he's mortal, he doesn't have any powers and therefore has little to no control over Ethan, so he needs to try to tap into and maintain his powers in order to wrestle some control over Ethan from Tarquin. However, there's the added conflict of Ethan being someone who fought and died to keep demigods from living at the whims of more powerful beings and who literally suffered (AND DIED) at the control of an immortal Lord/King/Emperor just like Tarquin.

Half of the battle is Ares feeling bad for exerting control over Ethan but half of it is understanding that he needs to do this to keep Ethan out of the control of an even worse master.