#pinhead pm

[anadhdperson]

Here Have Some Puppet Master Headcanons

[mtndew-glowstickflavor]

The other puppet's powers: cutting, projectiles, magic, etc

Pinhead:

[professorsaber]

It looks like AO3 is still down, so here’s my McFly July entry for July 11

This is a sequel to July 8, which I’m posting here.

11. Back in the Saddle

Saturday, March 9, 1996 12:04 PM

In the days after Clara got her driver’s license, Marty felt that both she and Doc were acting rather strangely.  When they had gotten home that afternoon, they had asked Marty and Jennifer to leave.  “Family issue,” Doc had said, but their kids didn’t seem to be aware of anything when Marty and Jennifer had picked them up from school.  And Marty had called Doc three times in the time since, and each time their conversation had been curt and brief.

With the Pinheads’ second album scheduled for release in only three months, and with most of the songs as-yet unwritten, the entire band had planned on spending the whole day in the recording studio that Marty and Jennifer had built into their new home.  But when Doc called first thing in the morning to invite Marty out horseback riding, Marty had to see him.

“Go,” Jennifer had said.  “Figure out what’s happening.”  She had smirked.  “Besides, I bet Steve fifty bucks I know what’s happening.”

And so, Marty headed straight for the Brown Ranch.  Once they were out riding, Marty, unsure about addressing the issue directly, said, “You know, I can’t quite remember the last time I was on horseback.”

“Wouldn’t it have been when you diverted those fugitive slave hunters?”

“Yeah, I suppose so,” Marty said.  “I know that was in 1853, but how long ago was that from, you know, here?”

“That trip was eight months ago, I believe.”

“I meant to ask, we changed history, didn’t we?”

“Presumably,” Doc said.  “Though frankly, under the circumstances, I could not care less.”

Rescuing runaway slaves.  Marty had to agree.

They headed out for nearly a mile after that in silence, their horses moving at a slow trot.

“You’ve been scaring me, Doc,” Marty said.

Doc exhaled.  “I know, and I’m sorry Marty.  Frankly, Clara and I were both a little startled by what’s happened.”

When it became clear Doc wasn’t going to say any more, Marty said, “Are you going to tell me?”

Doc nodded to himself.  “Clara’s pregnant.”

“And that’s bad?”

“No!” Doc said.  “No, hardly.  But it was entirely unexpected—we’ve been taking what we thought were sufficient precautions in regards to contraception—and it seems both of us have been caught in old patterns of thinking on the issue.”

He glanced at Marty before continuing.  “With both Jules and Verne, we were adding two people into the timestream who had never existed before.  And whose very existence could have possibly upended the timeline and drastically altered—we feared we would have to tell them that they could never be exceptional, never amount to anything, never be anything more than footnotes in history for fear that any action might destroy the future.  Add to that the dangers involved in 19th century pregnancies and both Clara and I were on the edge of panic for months.”

“But none of that applies anymore.”

“Clara and I both know that rationally,” Doc said.  “But for some reason we both have had adverse emotional reactions.  It seems that irrationally, our minds remain in the literal past.”

They reached the top of a hill at the edge of Doc’s property.  From the hill the ranch house and even parts of Hill Valley, miles away, were visible.

Marty nodded at the town.  “You’re not going to destroy that if you have more kids, Doc.”

“We’re both aware that we’ve been foolish about this,” Doc said.  “And yet—could you do me a favor, Marty?”

“What do you have in mind?”

* * *

Saturday, March 9, 1996 6:30 PM

“Well,” Jennifer said that evening, “at least I got fifty bucks out of Steve.”

Marty laughed.  “You don’t think they were being weird about it?”

“I guess it’s always a little nerve-wracking, having kids,” she said.  “Still, having you go all the way to 2026 to make sure things will turn out…”

Marty thought of the invitation he had swiped from the future.

Together with their families,

Martin Seamus McFly, Junior and Pauline Nightingale Brown

invite you to attend their wedding

Saturday, July 11, 2026

at precisely three o’clock in the afternoon

Brown Ranch 42360 Big Ranch Road Hill Valley, California

“Yeah,” Marty said.  “They’ll turn out.”

END

[savage-radio-3way-fm]

Episode 070 - Bob Log III

Fun Things - Savage

Ramones - Carbona Not Glue Ramones - Pinhead Ramones - 53rd & 3rd (Live) Motorhead - Rockaway Beach

Lubricated Goat - Bad Times Lubricated Goat - Stroke Screaming Tribesmen - Planet Zoo

Bad Religion - Faith Alone Bracket - Talk Show Jawbox - Freezerburn

Link Wray - Zip Code Dirtbombs - Candy Ass Dirtbombs - Kiss Kiss Kiss (Yoko Ono) The Swingin' Neckbreakers - Little Pink Medicine

Blue Oyster Cult - ME 262 Black Sabbath - Evil Woman (Don't Play Your Games With Me)

Doo Rag - Hussy Bowler Mondo Guano - Deadwood

Doo Rag - Can't Be Satisfied Doo Rag - Shake Em On Down Doo Rag - Hogtied (Live On Radio)

Doo Rag - Nickel Doo Rag - Kick Walken

Doo Rag - Two Tunes To Tune Doo Rag - Swampwater Mop Down

Bob Log III - All The Rockets Go Bang Bob Log III - I Want Your Shit On My Leg

Bob Log III - Daddy Log's Drive In Candy Hoppin' Car Babes (M. Guano Mix) Bob Log III - You Wanna What (Live)

Bob Log III - Boob Scotch Bob Log III - Wigglin' Room Bob Log III - My Shit Is Perfect

Bob Log III - Bubblestrut (Direct To Acetate) Bob Log III - Shake The Boot Bob Log III - Do That Thing You Think You Did That Thing To

Bob Log III - The Rattler (Live) Bob Log III - Party Van (The Hermit)

[rastronomicals]

6:31 PM EDT August 4, 2024:

Ramones - "Pinhead" From the album Leave Home (January 10, 1977)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

[22194isbestboy]

HIIII quite excited to be tagged omggg

1. kind of a low number since i’ve only been into bttf for like a month so erm. like 5 maybe?

2. i have 2 different packs of playing cards and a pinheads poster ^_^ i wanna get the nendoroids SO BAD

3. i drink normal pepsi which i need to stop doing if im gonna be in good enough shape to audition for the musical 😭

4. i’ve read so many UHHH maybe like there was this one about marty meeting doc for the first time but it was an au where marty was trans and doc didn’t know it was him at first and he kept thinking to himself “shit i messed up the timeline” and he was super sad but then marty started to transition and act like how doc remembered him from the original timeline and doc was like “oh yeah this is marty”

5. THIS!!! https://www.instagram.com/p/CkB8Hzaqr6k/?igsh=MjJkMmIyYzQxYw==

6. I DID!! here are my faves :)

the last isn’t technically bttf but i count it bc it’s casey and he plays marty

7. oh god idek . so many 😭

8. i didn’t :(

9. when i sang power of love to my mom to prove id make a good marty :)

10. not many tbh. but a few weeks ago i tripped on a box in my room and almost passed out then at school i looked at my knee to see if it was bruised and it was :( i almost passed out again because pain and seeing myself get hurt makes me faint ^_^ fun fact about me i have vasovagal syncope

11. I DID!! oh my god i loved it. it’s what started my bttf hyperfixation. i’m listening to the sound track as im writing this 😭 shout out to casey likes for making me hyperfixate in marty (and him. i like casey a lot in general too)

12. i’m adopted and my moms never been married so i don’t have a dad

13. not to early i sleep in on saturday’s (context i sleep till 2 pm on weekends)

14. yes i went on a train to ottawa in february, no but i really wanna learn how, nope im scared of horses 😭, no :(, no i can’t drive ^_^, nah i never go anywhere, no :P, YES im trying to learn how ^_^, yeah like 3 times, uhhh does bttf fanfiction count. if not then no, nah i’ve never been to burger king

15. uh um uh uh ill get extra good at singing so that the 30 year olds im fighting for the marty role will be quaking in their boots when i walk on to that audition stage

BTTF Year-End Tag Game!

This year:

How many times would you guess you watched the first back to the future movie?

Did you get any sweet bttf merch? If so, what!

How many cans of Pepsi Free did you chug this year?

What was a favorite bttf fanfic you read this year?

A favorite bttf fanart you saw this year? (please give us a link, not a screencap/repost!)

Did you create any bttf fanart or fanfic? If you did, what one(s) are you proudest of?

How many times were you late for school this year?

Did you watch any other movies/tv shows with BTTF actors in them?

Was there a memorable moment you heard a Huey Lewis song this year?

How many times did you fall down this year?

Did you get to see BTTF: The Musical? What was your experience like!

How many times did your mom retell the story of how she and your father met?

If you could describe your year in a BTTF quote, which one would it be?

⚡️LIGHTNING ROUND⚡️ Did you get to: go on any trains, skate on a skateboard, ride a horse, drive a Delorean, run in the rain, go to a dance, hang up a clock, play the guitar, pull an all-nighter, read science fiction, or drive thru Burger King this year?

Your future is whatever you make it! So what are you going to make of this coming year?

I tag: @agentmcfly24601 @moonlightandstarshimmer @brinkle-brackle @bg-sparrow @bttf-dork @mrfutureboy @pepsifox88 @tsukinikawatteus @itsthemorph @synthsays and anyone who would like to answer these questions! as always, no pressure!

[bull3t-f0r-my-v4lentine]

pm brain rot is back boys

[godblooded]

in the middle of the night i thought i was having a sleep paralysis dream and i was like oh no come on i thought this thing doesn ‘ t happen all the ti— and then i realize the shift in my bed was my dog literally leaping up to crawl in next to me. and i gotta say that was one of the cutest and most wholesome moments of my life. 

[summercourtship]

Hiya! I read your recent Pinhead one-shot and adored it, your writing is so good. Can I request a Ghostface NSFW one-shot where he call’s his next victim but she happens to be masturbating? And they end up having phone sex. I would really appreciate it and if you do please let me know if you take payment or even if I can give you a tip! <3

Oh my gosh thank you so much! I actually gasped when I read this request, I fucking love this idea I hope I did it justice lol. I still get kinda insecure when writing smut even though I've read some not-so-great erotica and still be turned on by it so does it matter? Either way, practice is practice haha.

delicious (nsfw, 18+)

danny johnson x reader | warnings: phone sex, dirty talk, degradation, | note: the title comes from the charli xcx song, somehow not a tswift song for once! | word count: 1.8k

Perhaps your mother had been right in not allowing you to have a phone in your bedroom growing up.

But perhaps it was that very same denial that made you determined to have one in your room when you lived on your own, living out a childhood dream of being able to chat to friends on your own phone in your own room. Not that it got much use, with you rarely being home enough to answer calls and it being even rarer for your friends to even bother calling.

The phone became more like a bedside decoration than serving any real functional purpose in your life, except for when you wanted to call in sick to work or order takeout from the comfort of your own bed. You forgot, it seemed, that phones could actually be kind of a nuisance.

It had been a slow week of long hours at your work, and every class you took seemed to have major assignments due within the past three days. You could’ve cried from relief when you finally got home and had the freedom of the weekend in front of you. You didn’t envy the students pouring their way into parties and bars, though you might have felt a twinge of nostalgia for when you were one of them.

But just because you weren’t going out didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the rest of your night and have some fun with yourself. Once you were out of your work clothes and into your chosen sleepwear for the night (which was simply a big t-shirt), you plopped onto your bed, all the stress and tension leaving your body as soon as you hit the soft surface.

You roll over onto your back, lazily running your hand down your body. You don’t waste time messing with your chest, instead moving directly to your underwear, slipping your hand inside. There was no need to tease yourself, after all.

You had just begun to slowly circle your clit, feeling a bit more sensitive than usual, when the phone started ringing.

Your eyes snapped open, hand still in your underwear. At first, you barely recognized the sound of it, only knowing that the piercing tones had interrupted your alone time. But once your tired and horny brain fog cleared- if just slightly- you glared over at your bedside table.

From where you were laying, you could see the caller ID display, though it only provided you with “UNKNOWN CALLER” on the tiny green screen. You shifted your gaze slightly to your alarm clock, which dimly displayed 11:37 PM. That’s a bit late for a salesperson to call, and your friends would have been announced through the ID display, had they decided to call this late.

Ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach and the nagging itching in the back of your brain to remember something you saw in passing on a newspaper at the store, you waited for the phone’s ringing to end.

Settling back in, you slowly get back into the proper headspace for touching yourself, resuming your slow movements. You wanted to both take it slow tonight and really enjoy it, and seek your pleasure as fast as possible, needing the release it promised after the week you’ve had.

As a compromise between the two desires, you started to pick up the pace, feeling yourself get slightly wetter from your touch.

The phone rings again.

You curse, this time sitting up and snatching the phone off the hook, but not before seeing that this, too, was from an unknown caller (likely the same one from before, you thought in the back of your mind).

“What?” Normally you would never answer the phone this way, but it was way past decent calling times, and you were fucking tired.

But in response, there was nothing. You were starting to wonder if you had somehow not picked up the phone in time for the call to go through when you realized you could faintly hear someone breathing on the other end.

Great.

One of these calls.

You were hardly ever in the mood to deal with prank calls, let alone when you were just trying to destress after a long, exhausting week. You just wanted a fucking break.

“Listen, asshole-”

“I can see you.”

You manage to catch yourself before you’re able to vocally react, instead somehow calmly looking over at your window. The blinds are shut. You don’t doubt that someone, if determined enough, could find a way to peek inside, but you doubted that the man on the phone was that pervert.

“Liar.”

On the other end, the man lets out a chuckle. And you realize, despite yourself, that his voice is kinda attractive, at least for a creep.

“Made you look.”

Scratch that. Very attractive.

Biting your lip, you lay back down, the horny side of your brain pushing you to start your movements again. You have no plan- ideally he would hang up and you would be able to fully indulge yourself, but as the seconds pass without the telltale click of the line being cut you figure this won’t happen.

“What do you want, weirdo?” You can’t help but throw the insult in, figuring he deserves it for interrupting you twice. Not that he knew he was doing it, but either way it didn't matter to you.

“You wound me.” His voice is deep and expressive, and you are definitely getting wetter listening to him speak.

“Good.” You chuckle, but it’s breathless in the way that only someone who was currently masturbating (as you were) would sound.

He’s silent for a moment, and you begin to pick up your pace, adding pressure to your movements, the occasional jolt of pleasure running through your body distracting you from the fact that it was definitely louder than you realized.

“Are you fucking yourself right now?” He doesn’t sound offended (thank goodness), but he does sound confused. You, on the other hand, are suddenly too mortified to examine his tone and you only realize this fact after.

“Shit!” You pull the phone away from your face, as if that lessens the impact of the fact that you were just caught masturbating by a stranger. “I’m sorry, fuck-”

“No- keep going.”

You definitely did not hear that right. You put the phone back to your ear.

“I’m sorry? No-”

“I said, keep going.” Oh boy. If his voice was attractive before when he was just casually talking with you, it didn’t compare to how hot it was when he gave you a command. “You had no problem being a slut before, so you shouldn’t have one now.”

“I- okay. I just feel awkward now.” All of the bravado you felt earlier had quickly dissipated once you were caught.

He hums on the other end of the line and you wait impatiently for his response.

“Would it help if I told you what to do?”

This was certainly not how you had anticipated your night ending up, but you weren’t complaining. How often would you get the chance to have consequence-free phone sex with a complete stranger?

This could very well be the only time in your entire life you would have this thrilling opportunity, and you weren’t going to let it pass you by.

“I think so.” You could hear the man getting comfortable, the rustling of fabric faint in the background on his end. You wondered if it was him getting his cock out.

“Are you still touching yourself?”

“...Yes.” You’d slowed down after you’d been caught, but never fully stopped.

“Play with your clit for me.”

“O-okay.” It was a simple and vague instruction, but something that you could quickly comply with, given that your hand had barely moved from its earlier position. You resumed stroking it, noticing that you had gotten significantly wetter since you’d first picked up the phone. Not quite dripping, but enough to signify that you were definitely turned on by the situation you had found yourself in.

“Good girl.”

Fuck. Your hips jerked at the praise, and you bit your lip to hide your moan. But you clearly didn’t do a good job of it, because the man on the other end chuckled, the sound once again going straight to your pussy.

“Oh, did you like that?”

“Y-yes.” If you were of sound mind you would be embarrassed by how quickly this man had managed to reduce you to the stuttering mess you were now.

“Put the phone on speaker, and don’t even think about holding back any of those little noises.” You rush to comply, fumbling slightly with controlling your non-dominant hand.

“Done.”

“Good. Close your eyes.”

“...Okay.”

“Are you still touching your clit?” You hum in response.

“Just how fucking wet are you right now?”

You gasped, rhythm faltering. “Very.” Your voice is breathy, shaking as you stumble over the single word. “Fuck, please tell me something- anything. Wanna hear what you want.”

“Yeah?” You can now hear the distinct noise of him jerking off on the other end, and you’re certain he must be able to hear the sloppy noise your own movements are creating. “I wanna to fuck you so hard you won’t be walk right for a week, every movement you make a reminder of how much I fucking own you. You’re mine, got that? My little slut, just a fuck toy for me to fill up.”

You shuddered, turning your head against your pillow.

“You want that, want me to fill you up?”

“Yes, please, I want your cum, oh my god,” you’re mumbling, words you don’t truly mean but your brain is far too gone to think about the things you’re saying.

Plus, he’s just a stranger, someone you’ll never meet. You can say whatever you want, it doesn’t even matter.

“I wanna make you cum on my cock, feel your tight little pussy around me-fuck,” You wished, briefly, you knew what he looked like, so you could properly imagine him fisting his cock, the muscles in his arm straining as he made himself go faster, chasing his release.

“I want it, I want it, please,” You were just saying the same thing over and over again, too close to your climax to think of anything sexier to say.

“Are you gonna cum?” His voice was strained, almost muttered out.

“Yes, yes- please I need it, fuck-”

“Then do it. Cum for me like a good little girl.”

And with his permission, you comply, continuing your litany of curses and pleas as your back arches, your orgasm crashing through your body. Gasping, eyes and mouth open, continuing to touch yourself until your body screamed at you to stop from the overstimulation on your clit.

On his end, he lets out a long, low groan as he reaches his climax in the midst of your own. In the back of your mind you wish you were more present to fully enjoy the noise he’s made, to revel in the fact that you did that to a total stranger.

Once you both have come back down from your high, the line is silent. You have no idea what to say, how to even continue a conversation from here. For a moment you contemplate just hanging up and going to sleep, but he beats you to the chase with a line that turns your racing blood to ice.

“See you soon.”

___

ao3 link | part two

[anadhdperson]

Pinhead x Tunneler pt 2

Yay I did it =3

P.S this is my first time I actually TRIED to draw Pinhead

[ebonyslasher]

Wait time

Slashers react to how long it takes for you to get braids in

Was at the salon some time ago getting my hair done, and I thought about how long it used to take my hair to get done when I got Senegalese twists lol

You're gonna get your hair done? He's cool with that.

Gonna be gone for a while? Sure that's fine too. He's not stressing

A while for him is about an hour or two....he notices about 5 hours later that you're still not home

Ok now he's stressing

Where were you at y/n? There's no way it should take that long

Gets restless and aggravated. He doesn't have to be with you all the time- but he needs to be able to watch you. Have eyes on you. It calms him down

Has no idea where you're getting your hair done (if you didn't mention). Michael tries to walk around town to find you but to no avail

Now he's sulking at home cause he can't find you

A few minutes later, you finally come in and...you look gorgeous! But he's mad at you so he just turns away from you and walks off

Danny Johnson

"Damn y/n...fuck is taking so long?"

He knows exactly why it's taking a long time but he's still impatient

But he has no idea which style you're getting so Danny is a Lil antsy cause he wants to seeeee

He wants to be in the know you know

Danny is gonna try to get you to give him a sneak peek via facetime...tryna be slick

Gets frustrated with waiting and just ends up either writing or playing some games

He may send you a few memes to keep you entertained

He would have gone with you...but nah he didn’t really like going out that day

After a marathon of playing (and dominating) at Killing Floor 2, he hears the door open

Finally! He jumps up and peers around the corner to get a good look

Damn you look so good.....and he sees why it took long as hell, those twist were tiny!

“Looking good baby!”

Stu comes right along with you once you told him you were getting your hair done

"I wanna watch!"

Luckily, it's your homegirl that's doing your hair. It might be a little awkward bringing Stu to a whole salon

Stu is so fun tho, all three of y'all are cuttin up most of the time

It's like a little hair braiding party: snacks, movies, gossip, maybe some drinks

At some point Stu looks at the time and

"It's 6:00 pm??! Shit, how long have we been here? Since 8 am?"

Stu learns the hard truth about how long it takes lol thankfully you're almost done

He's a champ tho, so he sticks through to the end

He's loving your hairstyle, it was worth sitting around for 10 hours

Pinhead

Humans and their appearances, did you have to announce the reasoning behind your departure?

Pinhead doesn't think much of it, though he is slightly curious on what sort of hairstyle you'll come back with

Your hair has always been so interesting, he likes the variety...which is something he can't do

As time passes, he starts to understand why you had to tell him- it's been 4 hours and he has heard nothing

Pinhead is almost tempted to 'randomly' appear at your location to see what's going on

But he doesn't want to cause unnecessary commotion..even though the reactions would be amusing.

After a few more hours, you finally came home where he was not waiting on you

He was impressed by the workmanship of the braids, they were so even. He's a bit jealous

Hes also imagining pulling on them during *ahem* certain activities and seeing if they'll stay but he keeps that to himself

"Y/n you look beautiful...now explain to me why this took so long?"

Hannibal Lecter

So who's the one who'll bring you food to eat while your waiting? Hannibal is

Hannibal would either make some food up for you to take or just simply come by and bring it to you

If he does come by, he takes the opportunity to watch the process a little bit. It's very interesting.

Whoever's doing your hair comments on how nice it was for a man to bring you food 😂

Hannibal is always a gentleman, especially towards you.

He goes back home to do... Hannibal stuff and patiently waits on the final product

He's the only one not too surprised on how long it takes. The best meals he's created has taken hours- maybe even a day or so to perfect.

It's art- and so is your hair he thinks as you walk through the door

[starripuppets]

haha pm oc

meet Neptune

Andre made him sometime during WWII

He reaches 2'5 ft

His soul is a man known as Eugene Otto, who worked on Submarines

Neptune has a Spear he tends to drag around, but also has some strength due to being mostly made of copper

Neptune is a more reserved and rarely is ever seen attacking, but would only do if provoked, he rather prefers to assist in dragging heavy objects around

Neptune's weakness is how slow he is and how he rarely pays attention to surroundings, often zoning out and daydreaming

He never really interacts with the other puppets but could be considered friends with Pinhead

Instead of making more normal sounds, he makes a sinister growling sound

[trashmallcenter]

ANOTHER ONE.

pinhead and jane edit (pm 6) with all the things she said OR ALSO until i found you by stephen sanchez IM SO SORRY IM IN THE CAR N LISTENING TO MUSIC AND ITS ALWAYS NIGHT TIME WHEN I HAVE THE GREATEST IDEAS

HONESTLY SAME, ON MY WAY TO DO THESE💪💪💪💪

[mrsegbert]

Pinhead from Puppet Master is a Himbo

He is

Strong of Muscles

Pure of Heart

And Dumb of Ass

[the-wardens-torch]

FFXIVwrite2022 Prompt #7: Pawn

“I told the guy this wasn’t a pawn shop, but I figured I could unload it on some rich Ishgardian tourist for a hundred thou or so… They love these sorts of exotic curios.”

Falerin turned the long, thin case over in his hand. It was just a bit shorter than his forearm and a mottled charcoal black, polished smooth. Its almost silky texture and natural warmth made him inclined to believe it was made of aldgoat horn. Aware of Roarich’s eyes upon him, Fal willed himself to look disinterested, despite the wave of bittersweet nostalgia that was now threatening to drown him.

With the utmost care, he slid the case open to expose a long, slender object.   It was made up of bone strips less than the width of his smallest finger and about an 8th of an ilm thick, partly wrapped in unmarked, sand-colored paper.

“You know what it is?” Roarich said, the corner of his mouth lifting into a knowing smirk.

“Its an N tribe prayer fan.” Fal said with a sort of eager reverence.  Not even asking for permission to do so, he drew it delicately from the case and unfolded it in a single, graceful motion of his left hand.

Roarich cocked an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly. “Huh, wouldn’t have fancied you for a collector.“ he said.

“Of sorts, 'Rich…” Fal said pensively.  He’d only ever seen one of these, and it had belonged to his mother. He held the fan up between himself and Roarich, partly to examine it, and partly to cover the dumbfounded look that was spreading across his face. 

The eleven ribs of the fan were almost certainly carved from aldgoat femur bones with great care, each etched with a symbol of one of the Twelve at its base.  All of them… except for Azeyma. The paper had an almost linen-like texture he attributed to a certain kind of desert scrub grass from eastern Thanalan.  But this one wasn’t like the one his mother used to have.  Ordinarily such a fan would have been covered in scripture by whoever owned it, with each letter small enough to fit on a pinhead, but this one was conspicuously…

“Blank.”  Falerin said out loud.

“Heh, can’t get one past you…“ Roarich said with a slight wince. He most certainly thought that meant it was less valuable…

“Guess I should also tell you that whoever made it forgot to put in a rib for Azeyma.  Dunno what kind of Seeker would ever forget about Her.”

“Yeah, you‘d think that‘d be a deal breaker.“ Falerin said.

Anyone who really knew these fans would know that Azeyma was intentionally omitted… The prayers on these fans were only recited when one had a direct conduit to the goddess herself, in the form of direct sunlight or (if one was desperate) the glow of a fire, and its bearer would draw her symbol with it in mid-air to invoke Her before reciting the prayers on the fan.  The symbols of the other deities were merely there as acknowledgments.  Supports on which to hang words truly meant for the the Warden’s eyes only.

“Nonetheless… How much do you want for it?” Falerin said, closing the fan and putting it back into its case as nonchalantly as he could muster.

“Well, Fal… You know damn well I could sell it to some out-of-towner for way more than I could get from you.  Especially since you know its defective.”

Roarich sighed and crossed his arms, chewing on his lip as he thought.  

“What say… I just don’t pay you for those?” He said, jerking his thumb at the stack of tanned leathers that Fal had come to drop off as a favor for T’majaan.

“Deal.” Falerin said, proffering his hand to shake.

Maj would understand, right?

((T’majaan is Fal’s LTW mentor and occasional employer.  He’s not gonna be thrilled, but he’ll be fine. Also did you know that its really hard to concentrate when its 89 degrees out at 8 fucking PM?  I’m amazed my computer didn’t die of heatstroke while I was writing this.  Gonna be honest, Fal’s might be an Azeyma’s boy, but I personally hate the sun like, a lot right now.))

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Here's a chunk of random pm headcanons of mine just for fun.

- Torch actually has a kind personality and is the kind of character who needs to warm up to you (hehe) to be close to you, it's just along with him being a very intimidating puppet and one of the most powerful characters of the group, leads many to believe him to be mean. (He was alive for only a few days during pm 2 so I think he just kind of afraid and unsure of who to kill and how powerful he really was)

- The puppets are separate characters from the souls they have keeping them alive but they do take on traits from whoever's soul they have.

- Blade is a bit of a clumsy leader but I think that's known.

- Rick and Susie are still the puppet's masters after all these years.

- Leech Woman's burnt body was taken back to the hotel by Blade and Torch in pm 2 and she was remade by Rick years later.

- The puppets live with Rick and Susie but they still choose to stay at the hotel ocasionally. (Its familiar and near by so why not?)

- In pm 2 when Blade, Torch, and Leech kill that hillbilly couple, it was supposed to only be Blade and Leech and not Torch, Torch just decided to secretly follow and when things started to go South he decided to step in, kill the woman who killed Leech, and save Blade. (Toulon was mad about the brain matter being burnt in the movie, so it's likely he didn't plan on Torch going)

- Torch has an animal's soul, likely one of the farm animals mentioned in the movie, that the other puppets were killing for brain matter to make the serum.

- Pinhead had found an old VCR tv in the trash one day and decided to bring it in for everyone and now the gang collects movie vhs tapes to watch together.

- Surprisingly, Blade is the one who lasts the longest on the serum, hence how he was able to still be alive during 4 while everyone else was down. Jester being the one who lasts the least amount.

- Tunneler is weary about being alone from the events of pm 2.

- Torch loves listening to music on the radio. (Stole this one from a cute fanfic I found way back that I cant seem to find again)