Ok, this is mostly bc I realized we've only seen Sally being passive, but how is she able to hypothetically rip apart larger puppets limb from limb? (if the captions with Howdy hold water with other puppets)
(Slight Mutilation Warning Ahead: Puppet Edition)
they absolutely hold So Much water! it's a combination of a couple things!
a) Nightlight!Sally is really Strong. i'd liken to her to a chimp, as much as i hate them. despite being smaller than people, they're absurdly powerful. when it comes to Her, this comes from a mix of hysterical strength and something Else i've been pondering but don't want to solidify yet, so shh dont worry bout it. it's also much easier to tear fleece & cotton/stuffing than, uh, Biological materials.
b) none of the puppets are really prepared for violence? they've lived in an idyllic world where true, visceral violence likely hasn't even been a Thought in anyone's minds. like, you watch videos of people get attacked by like... raccoons or rats and they visibly Lose because they panic! they aren't prepared! they don't wanna fight! so the much smaller creature wins. They Don't Know How To Fight, Or Fight Back.
b.1) also, Nightlight!Sally is still... Sally. she's still their dear friend. i know that if a close friend attacked me, i'm not sure i'd be able to bring myself to do much other than defend/flee. i wouldn't wanna hurt them even if it meant protecting myself. hence why Wally avoids all confrontation with her & can't protect his friends from her. he can't hurt his neighbor.
b.2) there's also the shock factor. imagine you wake up from a pleasant dream to an absolute nightmare reality. Boom, automatically thrown way off your rhythm. then one of your close buddies looks Fuckin Weird, Are You Okay? and other crazy shit is happening! you're freaking out!! then your Close Friend Who's Off is suddenly slashing at you and BOOM, your arm's gone & your entire brain is scrambled from shock and fear and "?!?!?!?!?!". plus, i doubt the puppets know they're full of stuffing. seeing yourself sliced open and white fluff spilling out has gotta be just. so Unpleasant on principle.
c):
CLAWS BABEY! RIP TEAR AND SHRED! those sharp grippers are perfect for piercing and ripping! puppet fleece is Paper to her!
her fighting method is attack wildly until the threat stops making noise! it's very hard to defend oneself from it! imagine those cartoon bits where a cat attacks someone and its just a Flurry of Unbeatable Violence
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*clears throat* HIGH HUMANITY P FINALLY BEING ABLE TO EAT AND SHARING ALL KINDS OF WONDERFUL TREATS WITH HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh my god Bloodbrown you are reading my mind ahhhh!!
I bet he would love baking so much, and he takes it so seriously when you tell him the best kind of treats are the ones made with love! I actually have a plot bunny about teaching P how to bake and cook floating around in my notes that I’m excited to get some time to work on.
Okay okay!
The growl of a stomach and the pang of hunger had initially concerned P, who tugged on your sleeve urgently. As you turned to face him his stomach rumbled again, you laughed at his mounting concern and explained that it sounded like he was hungry.
“You know, like how when I wake up I always have something to eat? Like that.” You soothed, the worry lines in his brow settling.
This was something normal, something human.
He was now very excited about the prospect of a new human thing he’d be able to try, and eating was something he’d been longing to do, watching you eat tended to be awkward and everything you made looked so appetising.
“I think I have something in the pantry you’ll really like.” You beamed, dragging him into the hotel’s kitchen.
You swung open the pantry doors and rummaged a bit, P looked over your shoulder curiously. The pantry wasn’t filled to the brim but what was in there he wasn’t familiar with at all, tins, cartons and baskets full of food and ingredients he didn’t know the name of.
“Ah hah!” You cheered, pulling a white, metal box from the pantry. “I promise you’ll love these!”
You popped off the lid and inside where multiple yellow discs with brown pieces scattered throughout them, he tilted his head and you waved the box in front of him,
“Try one! They’re homemade.” You coaxed, not that he would take much convincing when it came to you.
“Home… made?” He took a disc, the paper surrounding them crinkling, you also took one for yourself before placing the box on the countertop beside you.
“It means it was made in the home, I made these ones myself. Some people believe the best kind of food is made with love, which you get plenty of in homemade cooking!” You explained, his eyes widened owlishly, throughly impressed once again by your abilities and your knowledge. You’d said before that they weren’t exactly difficult skills to pick up but he didn’t know how to make a… wait what is this thing?
“What… is it?” He questioned, turning the disc over in his hands.
“It’s a chocolate chip cookie.” It was solid in his hand but the surface had a bounce to it, he brought it up to his mouth and was even more eager to try it now that he could smell it.
You watched his reaction closely as he bit into the treat, any hesitance was quickly replaced with pure joy as he rushed to finish the rest of the cookie.
“You like it?” You asked, and you got an enthusiastic nod in response, a giggle bubbling up from P’s throat boyishly. “Would you like another?”
“Yes!” He beamed, you held the box back out to him and he took another cookie for himself but stopped short when he noticed that you hadn’t done the same.
He frowned, looked at the cookie and then back at you before splitting the treat down the middle and offering one half to you. “Love should… be shared.”
You couldn’t agree more.
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Couple of boyfriends have a little chat
"This one's taken a real shining to you eh"
"Why are you talking like that??"
"What do you mean? I always talk like this"
"Whatever you say Etho, anyways shush you'll wake him up"
"Oh but when I'm tired you don't let me lie on your lap and stroke my hair"
"Pfft, are you really being jealous right now"
"I've barely seen you two apart this session, is he blackmailing you? or wait- are you blackmailing him?"
"Rude! it's nothing like that!"
"Oh?"
"...I promised I'd give him the world"
".........why?"
"it's different... I guess... softer... less pressure when he's around"
"Ouch Is that a dig on me?"
"You know that's not what I meant... Now that there's not much fear of immediate death this time around, we've just been talking y'know, just hanging out..."
"He followed me around the whole time last session! He's super suspicious!"
"I think that's just because you're paranoid Etho"
"Wha- paranoid? me? Bdubs you know I'm no-"
"Could also be because you're wary of how much he looks up to you, because you think you don't deserve it."
"..."
"It's funny, at the second session where he needed to be your best friend for a time? He was so nervous but also so excited. He asked me to show him where you were and he was buzzing the whole way.
That's when I knew that his task had something to do with you y'know, because he never would've approached you so boldly otherwise"
"Now you're just making me feel bad"
"He looks up to you Etho, with good reason too, you can't really deny that... and maybe you should feel bad when you left him with Lizzie."
"...aw did he tell on me?"
"No... but I could tell"
"..."
"..."
"I can't believe my boyfriend is hanging out with another man, I'm telling Cleo"
"wha- HEY!"
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Group Nap/Mini Very End of S2 Fix It below the cut
(thank u to @sherlockig for the help in finishing this! ❤️)
“I'm just…tired,” Ed flops beside Izzy on the deck. “How's it feeling?”
“Terrible,” Izzy’s fingers lightly trail over the bandages covering his side.“But I could be dead, so…could be worse.”
“Is there room for another?” Roach drops by his other side. “I need like, five minutes at most. To rest my eyes.”
“Mhm, that's how it starts,” Ed yawns as he turns to snuggle into Izzy. “I'm only resting my eyes. Five minutes, no more.”
“I'm not against group nap,” Stede settles in by Ed. “Oh, the ship though…”
“Buttons has got it,” Frenchie points to the helm as he wedges himself into Roach's other side, with Wee John following him. “Maybe we all lay down for a little bit-”
“Only five minutes,” Roach chuckles softly. His eyes are closed, and if it weren't for his talking and nuzzling closer, Izzy would think he was already out.
“Normally, I wouldn't trust a bird to navigate or steer or do anything that should require hands,” Izzy can hear Zheng, though the pile of exhausted crew has grown to the point that he's not sure exactly who she's laying by. “But it's been such a weird fucking few weeks so…why not?”
Izzy leans his head up to peer at the helm, and sure enough, there sits a gull on the ship's wheel, occasionally walking one direction or the other. The wheel moves under its webbed feet.
And they are, in fact, adrift and seemingly not about to crash or run aground.
“You’re not going anywhere right now,” Ed mumbles into Izzy's neck. “You need rest. Right, Roach, that's what he needs?”
Roach lifts a hand, thumbs up, only for it to flop down to his side a second later.
He can't stop himself from giggling, and it makes the bullet wound ache.
“Shhh,” Ed's arm gently settles over him. “We're gonna have a nap. Then, we're gonna have a wedding-”
“We can talk about it later,” Lucius' half-asleep-sounding voice interrupts. “Go the fuck to sleep.”
“A wedding, and we're gonna check out the inn I bought,” Ed continues.
“You did what?” Stede sits half up.
“He's got decent taste in property,” Izzy reaches across Ed, ignoring the pain in his side to do so, and taps Stede to lay back down. “So long as it wasn't described as a fixer upper or something. We've only had to buy one ship in our time together, and that one was…well. We made it work.”
“Ah,” Stede smiles in relief, and settles back down beside Ed. “In that case, thank you for the proactive purchasing.”
“I mean, they did call it that,” Ed says as he pulls Stede's hand and arm over his waist. “But it has potential, and most of the roof. What more do you need in life?”
“For people to shut the fuck up, so I can sleep after nearly dying and before my wedding!” Pete's voice rings shrilly out over the deck. “...sorry. I'm just. I'm tired. I'm sorry, everyone.”
Murmurs of agreement go up in the seconds after before it falls silent again.
And with one last look to Buttons (or if not actually Buttons, then an alarmingly talented sea gull), he lets his eyes shut.
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