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Decapitron x Leech Woman
They were lovers in life and in death.
Clay puppet master figures
I got some air drying clay for Christmas and sculpted the guys.
Puppet Master Headcannons I have:
1. Before the Tunneler puppet was brought to life, it had normal eyes instead of the pure black ones we know now,(I got this idea from Puppet Master 3, when Leech Woman’s eyes turned from normal to pure black when she was brought to life).
2. Six Shooter and Jester are best friends, they would pull pranks on the other puppets and each other.
3. Torch hates being touched.
4. Leech Woman, Jester, and Tunneler have a sweet tooth.
That’s all I can think of right now. I’ll write more once I think of some.
My leech woman doll
My granny made me her because full moon stopped selling leech woman.
(That’s a leech coming out her mouth)
More Puppet Master Headcannons for y’all
1. Cyclops and Six Shooter would be good friends. It was stated that the soul inside of Cyclops, Latour, was a skilled marksman, despite having only one eye. Also we all know how good Six Shooter is with guns. So, I feel like they would bond over there gun skills.
2. I feel like that Jester and Leech Woman would bond over makeup. I’ve seen multiple images of Jester that suggests he wears makeup, or at least lipstick. And of course Leech Woman is always shown wearing some nice makeup. So I feel like they would help each other with makeup and bond over it.
3. Jester likes to wear purple eyeshadow.
The puppets are upset. They all need a hug. UwU
(puppet ramblings go!)
What do puppets do when incredibly upset?:
Blade - Watch or listen to true crime media, or just read it. While drinking wine and eating cheese. And also crying during all the above
Jester - Read poetry, and act out dramas
Pinhead - Beat the shit out of his punching bag
Tunneler - sleep
Sixshooter - "Time to listen to country music until I cry myself to sleep."
Leech Woman - Painting.
Decapitron - Go outside, run into the forest, run away from all your issues, have your puppets deal with it. Or just like... just stand there, outside, relaxing
Torch - scream, kill god, set everything on fire, and talk to your parents
Mes. - Read dramatic plays, books, and poems
Kahn - slice everything into pieces
Bombshell - Watch romances and chic flics
Blitzerkrieg - do donuts
Weremacht - fuck it, dog stuff
Kamikaze - just sit there and not say a single word
This… this is beautiful ❤️💖💕
Midnight Waltz
Bit of a stream of consciousness fic about Decapitron and Leech Woman and things that could have been.
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The ballroom was a sacred place. No one went in there. There was no reason to and the surrounding area was in disarray. But to them it was holy. It was pure and untouched and they knew that when they entered that room it would only be the two of them.
The moon was the only light in that room, soft and pale like her skin. It made her silk dress shine so beautifully. The only sound was their feet shuffling on the dusty floor as they danced. They swayed in each other's arms. He held her close. He wanted her close. He couldn't bear to lose her again.
Their time in the ballroom was often somber. They would reminisce. Think about the past. What could have been. If they were left in peace. If he didn't have to run all his life. If she hadn't died. If everything was okay.
Her grip on his hand tightened.
It wasn't fair. Why them? What did they ever do? Why did their lives have to be torn away from them? What did they do to deserve this?
He often wondered what he could have done differently. If he had stopped her, maybe she would have lived. Maybe they both would have lived. They could have lived and died a life of their choosing.
As they turned, the moon illuminated her face and he could tell she felt the same. They both felt guilt and remorse. It weighed heavily on them, yet when they danced it always felt like they were floating, lighter than air. They could float away from it all and live amongst the clouds. The peaceful life they yearned for.
Their dancing slowed, soon stopping. She buried her face into his chest and he held her as tight as he could. They may have lost everything, but they still had each other. They had love. They had friends and hope for a future, even if it wasn't the one that they had planned for.
They had their ballroom and they had their late night dances. They had the moon and the silence.
And even if things could never go back to how they were before, they knew that no matter what, they would always be together.