“i am cold. i will always be cold.”

an indie mutuals only lies of p oc. wip. pfp by hyaciiintho 💚

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“Welcome boys and girls, to the greatest show on earth!”

indie lies of p puppet oc. wip. mutuals only. built by trix.

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I’m putting this blog on an indefinite hiatus for the foreseeable future. If needed, I can be found more selectively active on discord.

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IF: I WATCH YOU AS YOU DIE

THEN: MAYBE I’LL FEEL ALIVE

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WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER ARC?

c o r r u p t i o n a r c

so. you got worse. and i'm not entirely sure i can blame you for it. maybe it was in you all along, hidden and waiting, or maybe someone planted it in you and watched it grow. either way, it's there now and you hold it in your fist like a second heart - this blood, this hunger, this thrill of having teeth and using them. perhaps you are right to. you are a mirror for the hardness of the world, and a mirror that we could all stand to look in more often. it's hard to watch the bleeding bring about more blood, but it is undeniable that you are very good at wounding.

Tagged by: @hyaciiintho 💚

Tagging: @ofangelsanddemigods (for Alice), anyone that’s interested 💚

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He’s…hesitant of the offer, and for good reason.

Ever since his creation, humans have caused misery. Carcasses have caused suffering. And fellow puppets…an uncertain outlier due to the unique materials that had been used in the creation of himself and his kin.

So even if this King seemed welcoming enough, there was still a dark cloud of doubt that hovered over him.

The Other twitched at his side.

But…the conditions outside of the Opera House were less the accommodating, and Luka had himself struggled to arrive here just on his own. So while perhaps not the wisest decision in the moment, at least in his mind, the jester gave a curt nod that caused the bells on his hat to jingle softly.

“I will accept your aid, then.” He warbled, green eyes unnaturally sharp before he turned to make his the grand entrance. “We must make haste. They tend to grow weary when I am gone too long.”

Besides, the sooner they were in this sanctuary, the better.

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Romeo didn't waste any time, taking the other's words to heart and merely nodding his understanding. He followed swiftly after the other, though not before making a quick pause in order to grab his trusty SCYTHE, first. It would do no good to go unarmed, not after he had promised his aid.

"If you cut through to the left of here--" He gestured with a point of his finger, catching up to Luka in record time, all thanks to his long legs. "-- it'll lead you to a lesser known path up north. You mentioned a chapel, right?" He didn't quite know all parts of Krat, but his puppets sure tended to relay to him various pieces of information through the grapevine Ergo Waves.

Taking a single step outside of the Opera House, and he was reminded of the terrible destruction left to CLEAN UP. It broke his heart.

"How many will we have the honor of welcoming?" He pressed then, keeping his tone light and casual-- there was almost an undertone of playfulness to it, the levity of it contrasting greatly with the swirling emotions he felt seeing every discarded corpse and broken puppet on the street. "I'm sure we'll have enough rooms for everyone, but just in case~"

He had done this... prior to awakening. There was a guilt he felt the need to CORRECT, even if he hadn't been conscious for his actions.

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He didn’t mind the corpses.

The broken bits of puppets and the gnarled flesh of what used to be human beings, now unrecognizable from a massacre that he had no proper part in. His sins, his destructions were an isolated and event; one that taught him that humans couldn’t be trusted.

There was no remorse for his fellow puppets. They had been a threat as well, sensing his own unnatural appendage that throbbed painfully at his side, even now as he danced over and around the littered battlefield of bodies, twisting and twirling his frame as if he could be wake them with one misstep.

Luka’s green eyes snapped to the king as he joined his side, making haste and offering helpful directions that sadly didn’t soothe his anxieties on trusting him.

“Yes…a chapel.” The jester felt the corner of his lips twitch, shifting his gaze ahead of him once again. “You’ll know it when we see it. Youngest Sister tends to the rose bushes by the front doors.”

The next question earned a hum, soft and thoughtful. “Including me, there are five. And then Cat.”

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Smoochieses from Alice to puppet boyfriend #1

@ofangelsanddemigods

Oh dear!

Now he’s a a flustered blushing mess! His panels are rattling and he’s overheating!

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"did you need something?" P signs to Luka. "I'm trying to train. Maybe you'd like to practice with me?" @tickingmechanicalheart

Luka titters softly to himself, swinging his legs playfully off the ledge he had seated himself upon, green eyes glittering with interest as the other puppet practiced his sword skills on mindless dummies.

“Me? Practice with you? Are you sure about that?” The jester teases. “I might embarrass you.”

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finally making my return here. i’ll try to tet replies out as soon as i can but my mental illness has been kicking my ass big time.

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I’m a bit busy till tomorrow evening, so expect replies then! 💚

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He’s bashed his head too hard against the other puppet— one of his eyes pops, dangling loosely out of its mechanical socket by a series of unusual wires and tubes.

Vision impaired, all he can do is garble out squeal when those arms wrap around him, pull him forward and throw him to the side, his form crashing bluntly into the remains of the previous enemy that his opponent had dispatched mere moments earlier.

Something sensitive is knocked loose in his legs— he can’t seem to get them to move now.

Luka props himself up on wobbly arms, head bent back to keep his only functioning optic on the clearly damaged monster, head rotating on the swivel of his neck.

At least his attacks are doing something.

He claws forward, legs dragging on the ground behind him. He’s lost his speed for the time being and oh will Eldest Sister be so upset with all the repairs she must do after this, but he hasn’t lost his drive to keep them safe.

“Go away, monster!” He seethes, knowing it won’t affect this mindless thing’s priority in any way, snapping jaws at his legs like a rabid dog.

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...good. At least, now both his arms are free... even if things don't seem to get any better. Pinocchio just has the time to take half a step back before the other attacked, biting into him like a beast.

Maybe, he was simply gone completely mad. It wouldn't be the first nor the last puppet who lost its mind. It's one of the few that managed to surprise him, tho.

The sword already rose above his head when the other attacked, suddenly enough to cause Geppetto's puppet to end up on the floor as well, barely paying mind to the loud crack coming from his back (as much as he could, anyway; lifting himself up turned out to be much more difficult than first expected) before swinging his weapon towards the other's face.

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It makes contact.

The blade slices diagonally across his face, and the mask falls away. White and black paneling falls away, exposing golden gears, pistons, cogs, hydraulics— anything one would expect for the inner workings of a puppet.

The gnarled, blackened flesh twisting and twining against the internal machinery isn’t particularly normal.

Luka shrieks, both in pain and in shame, slapping a hand against the exposed half of his face, shielding sensitive false nerve endings from any further damage.

And to hide the foul appearance hiding within.

Hurts. Hurts bad.

“Wait, wait—“ The jester raises his free hand, his Other, placating perhaps, to prevent another blow that could finally put him out of commission. “You can kill me, do anything to me, please…Just don’t harm my family. Leave them be.”

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"I'M NOT SURE I CAN TRUST YOU" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

you remember the last time we did this. it didn't go well.

i told myself i'd never trust you again.

you're not very good at keeping promises, are you?

i thought we agreed to work together.

you're the reason i'm in this mess in the first place.

the last time i listened to you, it nearly got me killed.

i guess i don't have a choice.

you're my last hope.

this isn't going to end well.

i stuck out my neck for you once, and look what happened.

you could have told me the truth from the start.

you're a pretty slimy character.

you don't exactly exude trustworthiness.

i can't believe i'm listening to you again.

after everything that happened, i can't look at you the same.

you betrayed me.

how am i supposed to trust you again?

i put everything on the line for you, and you betrayed me.

i'm not taking orders from you.

how do i know you won't stab me in the back?

i promise you, it won't happen again.

you don't have a good track record of keeping promises.

that was bullshit, and you know it.

this time, you can trust me.

they told me what happened last time.

i won't make the same mistakes they did.

keep telling yourself that.

every time i trust you, it comes back to bite me in the ass.

that was the worst lie i've ever heard.

you're a shit liar.

you're not getting anything from me.

i'm not risking my life to save you, that's for sure.

you're talking out of your ass.

i don't believe a word you're saying.

you're full of bullshit.

that was the biggest lie you ever told.

and to think, i trusted you once.

i'm such an idiot for thinking i could trust you.

i'll never look at you the same again.

that was an awful trick.

did you mean to do that?

had i known what you were up to, i never would have agreed to this.

once again, you lied to my face.

they warned me not to trust you.

after all the things i've heard about you, i'm not sure where i stand.

you don't exactly have a very trustworthy face.

you look like a liar to me.

you won't hold up your end of the bargain. you never do.

why did you trick me?

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[melamemea]

send me "be honest..." with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they'll answer truthfully.

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Boredom for Luka 🦋

drumming fingers. long dramatic sighs. fidgeting. tapping feet. gear grinding.

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🌸｡*ﾟ+. Freight!

chattering teeth. distant stares. defensive posturing. manic behavior. hiding. other arm reacting, usually violently.

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anxiety?

rattling panels. steam hissing out of joints. pacing. subtle twitches. tugging on hat tassels. wringing hands together.