#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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[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)

[cactus-chowder]

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

[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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[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

[v4visms]

[tenwhiteandalusians]

so no one was going to tell me if i got literally one episode further tenax drops that he’s the one who saved scorpus from his mom’s pimp AND that he’s intimately familiar with scorpus’ dick when he was younger. guys. guys.

[aprito]

The way that Sakura is inspired after cherry blossoms with both her name and appearance, and the cherry blossoms symbolise the transience and impermanence of life due to their short life spans. Sasori fights against a girl who represents the fleeting nature of life which completely contrasts his obsession with immortality and skurhliexbkjgfswgblpeq

LOVE that Sakura clowns on Sasori's fuckass stupid beliefs not only with her skill set but also with her entire existence. He was untouchable until he wasn't, he was smart until he wasn't, he was apathetic until he wasn't in the span of like, an hour. The best part being that the thing that ultimatively makes her so strong (her humanity and affection and care towards Chiyo) is the one thing he can't have and would absolutely lose if he were to turn her into one of his liveless bum bitch puppets.

She really is the ultimate troll. We love her.

[cactus-chowder]

Pinnochio Lies of P

[lunian]

... I came there for shrine and my tunic and forgot about main quest but Gelda Shmelda is calling very ominously so okay here we go

[scarletspider2the2ndpower]

Chasm: Curse of Kaine (Vol. 1/2024), #4.

Writer: Steve Foxe; Penciler and Inker: Andrea Broccardo; Colorist: Brian Reber; Letterer: Joe Caramagna