#puppet grumps

[dysfunctionaldungeons]

[squishyproductions]

Puppet Grumps: Age of Offman

[vira-with-no-v]

I need this collab to be real so bad 😭

+ Little bonus drawing

[welcomehomeincorrectquotes]

Barnaby: *sobbing* I'm not crying! Somebody put tears on my pillow!

[corals-corner]

If I had a nickel for every time I shipped something as a joke that I then started shipping unironically, I’d have 2 nickels. Which isnt a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice

[arodykeism]

[dial-p-for-placey]

Here's more of the old commissions I found. We've got 3 original characters that I sadly do not remember any details about. I believe the first one is a living puppet and the second one may be a demon, but I could have that wrong and the third one is I believe is a RP character that all I remember is he is a mechanic.

Also I got commissioned to draw the Game Grumps. They're having a normal one with Arin screaming and Danny in his blanket burrito.

[brokentoys]

this is why eddie and selina get married in some futures lmao

[cybernetic-death-kitty]

Danny Socksbang !

[eclipixels]

BLUE LOCK MASTERLIST ✈︎

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Reunion (Sae and Rin) Flow (Sae and Rin) McDonald's (Michael Kaiser) . Valentine Dance (Blue Lock x Reader) Fit Check (Blue Lock x Reader) Pathetic (Blue Lock x Reader) Casual (Blue Lock x Reader) Afterglow (Blue Lock x Reader) Fruit roll up (Blue Lock x Reader) First Kiss (Blue Lock x Reader) Jude (Blue Lock x Reader) Sunset Lovers (Blue Lock x Reader) Blue Lock x Soccer Player!Reader Headcanons (Blue Lock x Reader) Want it? Got it. (Blue Lock x Reader) Tickle Attack (Blue Lock x Reader) . Nineteen (Oliver Aiku x Reader) . Qué Delicia (Sae Itoshi x Reader) Clichés (Sae Itoshi x Reader) Worry (Sae Itoshi x Reader) Attention (Sae Itoshi x Reader) Las Flores de España (Sae Itoshi x Reader) 27 Dresses (Sae Itoshi x Reader) Drizzle (Sae Itoshi x Reader) Me Jalo (Sae Itoshi x Reader) . Virtue (Reo Mikage x Reader) 🍋 Grump (Reo Mikage x Reader) Avoid (Reo Mikage x Reader) Opulence (Reo Mikage x Reader) Acceptance (Reo Mikage x Reader) . Whiffing (Seishiro Nagi x Reader) Miniskirt (Seishiro Nagi x Reader) Human (Seishiro Nagi x Reader) . Fidelity (Michael Kaiser x Reader) Ditched (Michael Kaiser x Reader) . Awaited (Meguru Bachira x Reader) 🍋 . Teasing the Monster (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) 🍋 Through the Phone (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) 🍋 Hop off (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) "Huh?" (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Slursagi (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Makes Sense (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Mine pt.1 (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Yours pt.2 (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) 🍋 Watch (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Broke Kids (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Push-ups (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Believe (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Still The Same (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Your Fans? (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Ctrl C + Ctrl V (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Everything Bath (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Delicate Start (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Snapchat (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Bushes (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Superglue!? (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Yap (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Autograph (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Talking Body (Yoichi Isagi x Reader)  𝜋D (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Aura (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Slander (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Focus on Me (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Personality (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Nestled (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Coming Home (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) First Word (Yoichi Isagi x Reader) Sock Puppets (Yoichi Isagi x Reader)

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[henry-or-something]

i love when I'm doom scrolling on tiktok when I suddenly have the realization that I can cosplay stone AND re-create robotnik's gloves so I do that and continue scrolling but then switch to binging game grumps on YouTube and out of no where I find myself making a mini badnik on the floor of my room out of an old T-shirt and puppet material and look over at the time and oh shit it's 2:50 am. :D

[frantic-fiction]

What Once Was

Pic credit: iiven

Astarion x gn!reader/ gn!Tav

Summary: Astarion and you decided it was best to remain friends, following the fall of the Absolute, Astarion finds he is regretting letting you go.

Warnings: Angst, Angst with a happy ending, Astarion being bad with communication, Astarion is bad with feelings

Word Count: 1.8k

Masterlist

"Astarion," Tav whispers, their breath warm against his ear as their fingers trail down his forearm, nails lightly scraping the surface. Hesitantly, they intertwine their hand with his. Their warm doe eye pierces straight into his, and he feels vulnerable under the intense stare. "I care about you, but maybe what you need right now is a friend, not a lover."

Astarion freezes his body still as a marble statue. Inside, his mind is a storm of confusion. Emotions he barely remembers flood him, swirling in a chaotic whirl that leaves a sharp ache in his chest. He gripped Tav's hands as if they alone were the sole thing keeping him bound to the material plane. Maybe in that moment, they were.

A friend?

When was the last time Astarion had a genuine friend? He doesn't know, but somehow, the word seems too mundane to describe the beautiful person in front of him. Tav, the first creature in 200 years of agony, showed him kindness and love, showing him that he was more than the mindless puppet Cazador molded him to be.

The topic was too heavy to unpack fully at that moment. Astarion had just tasted freedom. He was free of that monster and was learning what it meant to live again. He was too confused and broken to figure everything out, and so what more could he have said?

"I-I would like that."

***

A thunderous round of knocks pounds against the front door, jolting Astarion from his novel; he exhales a long, heavy sigh, flipping the page as he sinks deeper into his armchair. The crackling fire provides a once comforting backdrop, now barely audible over the persistent knocking. He tries to ignore it, his eyes skimming the lines without truly reading. But it's becoming harder by the second.

"Astarion!" Your voice is slightly muffled from behind the door. "Are you seriously going to leave me out here in the cold?"

"Where's the key I gave you?" Astarion calls out; his voice tinged with irritation. He remains firmly in his chair.

You're quiet for a moment. "I may have lost it, b-but it's not my fault, I swear!"

Astarion clicks his tongue, tossing the novel onto the side table, and moves to the door. "If only the history books knew the real hero of Baldur's Gate instead of their exaggerated grandeur." Unlatching the bolt, Astarion swings open the door with a smirk. You stand impatiently on his doorstep, arms crossed over something, lips puffed out in a pout. "If the world knew the real you, I doubt you'd have many admirers singing your praises."

You push past him, pressing a warm jar into his chest as you go. "You're just jealous I'm famous and adored. Now stop being mean to the only friend who puts up with you, you grump."

Astarion's heart clenches as he stares at the jar of blood in his hands. He watches absently as you flit around the room, tidying up the minimal mess he's accumulated since your last visit.

Friend.

The word stings like sunlight on his skin. A rock settles deep in his stomach at the reminder.

Astarion has many regrets, but letting you slip through his fingers is the one that haunts him most. If he could go back, he would pull you into his arms and never let go. He would whisper how much he loves you and beg for time because he can't imagine facing the darkness without his light.

But it is too late for that because how do you ask someone as bright and full of life as you to return to someone as broken and doomed to the shadows as him? Astarion has to settle for the barest comfort your friendship can offer him despite the pain that comes with it.

"Hey, Star, could you sew this button back on after your meal?"

Your melodic voice pulls Astarion back. He turns and heads to the kitchen, where you are already seated. It's only then that Astarion truly takes in your appearance.

Gods, you're beautiful. You're wearing clothes that perfectly accentuate your body, stirring a sense of longing in Astarion. You're even wearing the delicately embroidered scarf he hand-crafted for you last winter. Why did he let you go?

Astarion swallows hard and retrieves a chalice from the cabinet. "Of course, my dear."

"Thank you! I can't believe I popped a button."

Astarion pours the blood into a glass, watching the deep red liquid swirl as if it's the most captivating sight. His eyes flicker up briefly before darting back down. He asks carefully, unsure if he wants to hear the answer.

"What's the occasion?"

You drop your chin, a bashful smile tugging at your lips. You fiddle with the fallen button, spinning it on the table before slapping your hand over it and repeating the action.

Astarion takes a sip and waits. The sweetness of your blood coats his tongue, and he savors the mouthful. It's nothing compared to drinking from the source, but you felt it was best to do it this way. You said the prior act felt too intimate for two friends and blurred too many lines, and Astarion felt he had no place to voice opposition.

He takes another quick mouthful, knowing he only has so much time to savor the blood before it congeals into an unpalatable gel.

"I-I have a date."

Astarion chokes on the blood, pulling the glass from his lips as a fit of violent coughs overtakes him. An unsettling feeling churns in his stomach, making him feel like vomiting, but it's not from the burning in his throat.

"Is it really that surprising that someone would ask me out?" You scoff, taking Astarion's coughing as an act of humor rather than the painful surprise he's currently feeling.

"No-" Astarion wheezes through another round of coughs. "That's not-"

You come over and smack his back harshly. Astarion's unsure if it's to help him or express your anger, but the pounding against his back seems to finish his fit.

"I thought vampires couldn't choke," you mumble under your breath. He can hear the annoyance drip from each syllable.

"I am quite the unique spawn, it would seem." Astarion wheezes, slumping into the chair you were previously sitting in. You opt to lean against the counter away from him. "So… who is the special lady or gentleman who has captured the hero's attention?"

Astarion cringes at the hollowness in his voice. He doesn't care to hear the answer, and it's obvious. He doesn't care to hear you gush about whoever has captured your heart and will whisk you away tonight, ripping the last sliver of you he has left.

"Don't pretend to care." You glare, a scowl stealing away your beautiful smile.

"It's rather uncouth to assume your best friend does not care, my sweet," Astarion lies, hurting for all the wrong reasons, but you don't need to know that. "Now, are you avoiding the question because you're afraid I won't approve?"

"No," you respond, not meeting his eyes, opting to fiddle with the button again.

"Then out with it."

"Do you remember the bard?" Your smile says all he needs to hear. Your voice fades to the white noise of his mind.

Astarion feels like he's dying all over again. The damn bard, the suave casanova with a voice as alluring as his smile. 

The two of you, Shadowheart and Gale, met at an old, bustling Tavern earlier in the month. Astarion had wished to stay home, but you all dragged him out of his house.

It wasn't a terrible evening; the wine was decent, and despite his best efforts, he enjoyed hearing what Shadowheart and Gale were up to. Astarion was having a good night. At least until the bard sauntered over with his brightly colored ensemble and his dashing smile, asking you for a dance. Astarion had hoped you would decline, but you bashfully accepted his outstretched hand and let the bard whisk you away.

For the remainder of the night, Astarion watched glumly as the bard swung you around the dance floor. He watched you giggle as you spun, dipped, and turned into his sturdy arms. He watched as you fell for his charms. Astarion felt what was left of his heart, the sole piece that belonged to you, crumble into powder. Because there you were, happy with a man who was everything he could never be. A man you deserved. A man with as much light and life as you.

Astarion left early, not wanting to see the love of his life slip further away, missing the crestfallen look that dawned on your lips the moment you saw Astarion slip out the back.

"Astarion?"

Your voice brings him back. And suddenly, Astarion realizes he can't let you go. He will lose you forever if you leave his home tonight; Astarion cannot live with that. He cannot live without you by his side. He cannot live without your smile, your laugh, and your touch, everything. 

Astarion wants to be selfish and keep his light, even if that means dooming you to the dark.

"Don't go," he chokes out, voice cracking. Astarion is out of his chair and stumbling to your side before he can tell his legs to move. He's cradling your hands, his eyes pleading for you to understand the gravity of those two simple words.

"What? Why?" You balk, stepping back.

Astarion matches your step. "I think you know why, Tav," he says, his voice firm this time. He cups your face with his palm, and you inhale shaky, seeming to freeze under his touch.

"Astarion,"

"Stay," he pleads, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone, eyes burning with desperation and hope.

"Astarion," you say softly, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. "Why now?"

His heart breaks, feeling tears burn in his eyes, knowing he might lose you forever. "Because I can no longer pretend to be happy with just being your friend."

Astarion crashes his lips to yours before you can respond, pouring his desperation and passion into the kiss. You gasp, clutching onto his shirt in surprise before meeting his kiss with equal enthusiasm. He swears he can see stars and feel warmth deep in his chest. When he pulls away, he's panting, his eyes searching yours.

 "I love you," he confesses. "Gods, I love you, Tav. I should have never let you go."

"Astarion, I-"

Astarion pulls you close, wrapping you in a tight hug. "Please, Tav," he whispers, his voice thick with tears. "Just stay."

"I'm not leaving," you assure, nuzzling in his hold. "I-I love you too. I've always loved you, you know that. But after everything, can we just...can you-" You pause, struggling to find the right words, torn between past traumas and new beginnings.

"I don't know," Astarion admits, "But I've never been more certain about anything than I am about you. The rest, we'll figure out." 

And with no other words needing to be said, you held Astarion tighter, and he swore he would never let you go again.

This was heavily inspired by the fact I'm replaying bg3 (again) and romancing Wyll and went the friend route with Astarion. It was painful but I survived...mostly. Anyway, feedback always makes my day so let me know what you thought 🥰

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[vira-with-no-v]

Happy Valentine’s Day 🧡

[welcomehomeincorrectquotes]

Howdy and Wally are reading fan mail together:

Howdy: *reading letter aloud* “Howdy is a fresh doo-doo face and he is stoopid and Wally is perfect.”

Wally: Aw, thank you. That’s really nice.

Howdy: *rolling his eyes* Thank you… That’s really nice…

Wally: I liked your thing, that you’ve been doing this past week, which is pay me very nice compliments, but in a weird tone.

Howdy: Pfft-*snorts and starts giggling*

Wally: Like… What was it from yesterday? *does a poor imitation of Howdy* “Oh, there’s Wally. Everybody likes him, he’s handsome and talented.”

Howdy: *wipes eyes from laughter*

Wally: And I’m just like, “Oh, I’m… sorry?”

Howdy: No, no it’s the… *in the most over-the-top voice possible* “Look at me, I’m WALLY! I’m super talented and handsome and everybody likes me! I like hanging out with people and people like hanging out with me! I’m WALLY!” And then I just walk away in a dismissive manner.

Wally: *nods* It’s incredibly flattering and off-putting at the same time.

[purple-raspberries]

Since you've noted in the tags that Jonsey would flirt with Rainbow Monster Frank, and you answered another ask confirming Eddie still has a crush on them, I have to ask...

Is there beef between those two at all? Since they both have feelings for the butterfly loving puppet? Or do they not even know the other exists?

I actually like to leave things pretty open when I come up with ideas :) part of it is me not being able to settle on just One Thing, y’know? What if this happens instead of this given that this happens instead of that? That sort of thing! Another part is me having too many ideas, but just ideas. To answer your question, they are two separate scenarios! I’m not sure if they’d have beef per se, but that’s just me. I know some of y’all really like your love triangles and drama ;)

The flirty Jonsey thought was from thinking about how Frank seems to get along with the Joyfuls, and how they seem to like him, too, in some way. I like to respect that we all see Frank as attracted to men, so I thought “hey! What if Jonsey likes men, too?” And went with that. And I just like to ship characters for no reason other than to see how they might interact as a ship :D it’s fun! I wonder how that relationship would go *planning for later*

The Eddie having a crush post was from the asker asking about how FranklyDear would work given that Frank can understand flowers, which spawned that funny little scenario I wrote! Given how anxious Eddie seems to be, If he were trying not to have his secret crush revealed (either just yet or ever) he’d run straight to his garden and beg his plants not to tattle on him, on cod! I could’ve gone another route where Eddie’s plants give Frank all the compliments Eddie tells them about the resident grump, but that’s what I went with (heehee!)

Here! I made a quick (much cleaner) little diagram of my thought process for ya!