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eating-plastic · 7 months

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The Sterling Sisters: Just Cute Shit

I'm in the mood to write for the Sterling sisters again. There's no theme here, I just wanted to write cute moments about them and their puppet bfs. Also I just missed my girls, man.

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Marabelle & Six Shooter:

Night had fallen over the Bodega Bay Inn, leaving the grounds almost dead, save for the few that wanted the peace and quiet that the stars and moon could provide them.

In one little corner of the grounds, however, they would not find such quiet. Because this little corner was filled with music, laughter, and firelight.

What originally started as a large group bonfire, slowly dropped to a party of two as the hours passed. Then again, they all could've easily been driven away by Six Shooter's attempt to play the harmonica.

Marabelle however, in her slightly intoxicated state, found the "music" rather humorous as her boyfriend tried to play along with the song blaring from her phone.

When the song finally ended, so did her giggling fit.

"I don't know why I bought you that," she smirks.

"Cuz you love me," he slurs and takes a swig of his drink.

"Yeah, I'm staring to doubt that," a chuckle escapes her lips before she turns to roast another marshmallow over the flames.

Six puts his drink back down and swings an arm around her.

"Nah, you still love me," he chuckles himself before peppering her cheek in kisses.

"Yeah, I guess I do," Mara laughs, before her eyes fall onto the instrument in his hand. "If you try playing another tune from that harmonica, though, I'm throwing it into the fire."

"Aw, come on, darlin. I thought you liked when I played fer ya," he smirks.

"Only when you play well, Six," she flicks his hat up.

"Alright alright. How about this," he raises the instrument to his lips and plays out a tune he had heard so many years ago, he no longer remembered where he heard it. As such, he made an effort to play it nicely.

Marabelle looks at him fondly as he plays. He really did look handsome bathed in the orange flicker of the flames. In that moment, she couldn't remember a night as pleasant as this one.

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Angelica & Jester:

When getting ready for bed, everyone typically follows the usual routine of taking a shower, brushing your teeth and hitting the hay.

However, some would add reading to that routine. And then there were some that would add listening to someone read to them.

For Angelica and Jester, they couldn't think of a better way to close the night.

While he read aloud from the book in his hand, she laid curled up by his side clinging to every word.

He was a wonderful to listen to. He knew how to capture the emotions of characters and the mood of the scene. He could portray moments of suspense, sorrow, triumph, and joy perfectly.

Right now though, the scene in the novel was calm. The moment of serenity and gentleness of his voice were making her eyes feel heavy and yawn. Not to mention how comfortable she was.

"Ah, it would seem the story's boring you," Jester smiles at her cute, sleepy face.

"Hm, what? No, I'm just comfy that's all," Angie tries to push sleep away, but another yawn escapes her.

"If you say so," he teases, and continues to read. By the time he got to the end of the chapter, she had drifted off just as he had predicted.

He bites back a laugh, not wanting to wake her, and places a book in-between the pages he left off on and sets it on the bedside table.

He then removes his glasses just as she did before he started reading, almost as if she knew she was going to fall asleep, and places them on top of the book.

With a click, the lamp that bathed the room in a warm glow ceased, and was replaced by moonlight.

Before letting sleep take him, Jester places a kiss to Angelica's sleeping face.

"Sweet dreams, engel."

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Louisa & Blade:

Despite the rather dark history of the Bodega Bay Inn, it was still very beautiful. Of course, the main reason people found the hotel so breath taking was the cliffside that overlooked the beach and the gorgeous Pacific Ocean.

For Louisa, it was an artist's dream, despite the eerie feeling she got from the hotel the first time she saw it.

That was why she could be found somewhere on the grounds or within, either drawing in her sketchbook or with an easel set up.

Her favorite place to sketch and paint though, was by the gazebo , which now gave her the scene of the dazzling sunset.

Her paint palette was covered in oranges and yellows as she tried to capture it on her canvas, blue eyes occasionally darting between the two. She was in her own little world while she painted. Her concentration blocking out everything that wasn't her art.

It was something that Blade found cute, watching how focused she was. It always made him smile seeing Lou in her element. It also gave him time to set up and surprise her with a nice, romantic date.

He had brought a basket filled with her favorite food and some wine. He took the time to arrange the plates and pour out a glass for the two of them in the gazebo, before making his way over to her.

"It's beautiful, isn't it," he stood beside her, and glanced at her canvas. Louisa jumped a bit, before relaxing when she realized it was just her formerly puppet boyfriend.

"It is. Um...what do you think?" she shyly motioned to her art.

"Stunning as always, meine liebe. Although, I do think it is time for a break."

"Yeah, you're probably right," she nods and removes her apron.

He held his hand out to her, and lead her to the gazebo when she took it. She found it odd at first until her eyes took in what he had set up.

"Aw, Blade," Louisa's face felt warm and her free hand fidgeted with the edge of her sweater. He smiled at her and lead her to her chair, pulling it out for her to sit.

The two of them ate in the golden glow of the setting sun, the rest of the world being blocked out.

#ocs #my ocs #canon x oc #puppet master ocs #oc: marabelle sterling #oc: angelica sterling #oc: louisa sterling #puppet master blade #puppet master jester #puppet master six shooter

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eating-plastic · 8 months

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It’s September 20. 1/3 of my girls’ special day 🎂!

#in honor of lou’s birthday I think it’s time to dust off my keyboard huh?#tonight I’m gonna post headcanons about her!#I plan on doing the same thing for the other two don’t worry 😉#unfortunately that means angie’s gonna be last #sorry girl #oc #my oc #oc: louisa sterling

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eating-plastic · 9 months

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Louisa: Name a better duo than my crippling anxiety and fear of crowded spaces, I'll wait

Blade: You and I, liebling?

Louisa: *getting choked up* okay

#oc #my oc #canon x oc #puppet master oc #oc: louisa sterling #puppet master blade

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The Sterling Sisters: Couple Outfits

Marabelle & Six Shooter:

Louisa & Blade:

And last but not least

Angelica and Jester:

Nah, I'm just kidding...or am I?

They'd probably wear something more along the lines of:

#ocs #my ocs #canon x oc #puppet master ocs #oc: marabelle sterling #oc: angelica sterling #oc: louisa sterling #puppet master blade #puppet master jester #puppet master six shooter

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eating-plastic · 9 months

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The Sterling Sisters: How Their Puppet Men Comfort Them

A/N: Just a fair warning. This'll cover topics that may be triggering to some like self doubt, self hate, anxiety, and other negative ways of thinking. So yay, some angst! There's comfort tho, obviously. I'm too much of a sensitive bitch to write angst without comfort or a happy ending. Also the name "Kate" in Angie's segment is just a random name I came up with. Sorry to all the Kates out there, it's nothing personal lol.

Marabelle:

The Bodega Bay Inn, one of the most notorious hotels in California. Hell, probably one of the most notorious hotels in the United States. And why wouldn't it be? Was there any other hotel that had a history of opening and shutting down so frequently?

No matter. Currently the hotel was going through another "open phase", once again filled with bustling attendants. All of this under the ownership of three sisters, with the eldest taking the job of running the place the most seriously.

Marabelle Sterling, from the day she was born valued hard work and responsibility. If there was something to be done, do it and do it well. When something belonged to you, you take care of it, you claim it as your own.

Sure, that was fine when life was so simple, and it was just her and her sisters. But now, there was so much more that needed to be taken care of. The Bodega Bay Inn was not small by any means. It held hundreds upon hundreds of rooms, and hundreds upon hundreds of square feet of land.

Of course, all of this didn't have to be her problem now that the number of staff had passed triple digits. She was the boss, all she had to do was sit back and bark orders at people. But that wasn't who she was. Marabelle was a woman of action. She wasn't going to stand on the sidelines when there was effort she could contribute.

It started with her as the head chef in the kitchens, not just keeping things organized, clean, and running smoothly, but also cooking alongside the other kitchen staff.

Then, she would see the maids, housekeepers, and janitors vacuuming, or dusting, or mopping. The next thing she knew, she was also cleaning up corridors and rooms.

Then there was the gardens and the lawns. The pools and the parlors. It's honestly a surprise she didn't reach her breaking point sooner.

Sweep this, dry that. Clean this, cook that. Dust, water, wash.

That's just what it was like for her every single day. And then, one afternoon, her brain went numb.

Were the flowers watered again? Was the lawn watered again? Did she need to check on the pool? Someone's dusting the shelves in one of the parlors, were the others dusted? Someone's mopping a hallway, should she mop ones on the other floor? The widows. The windows needed to be washed. Who had checked out? Were the bedding and towels washed and dried? Did she need to replace them? The soaps, the shampoos? Pillows? Supper. Supper still needed to be cooked for the night. Supper...supper...cook....

Enough.

Please just stop.

Marabelle kept her head down as she made her way to the elevators. She didn't want to see the work that she needed to do. The work she felt like she had to do. She just wanted it to stop. For it all to just pause for one Goddamn moment.

In the blink of an eye, she was in her room. The luxury suite she picked out when she and her sisters first arrived. The day they all moved in. She pressed her back against the front door and began to take deep breaths.

She then found the sofa in the living room and plopped herself down. That was when the flood gates opened. It started with a couple of tears flowing down her cheeks, then it wouldn't stop. No matter how hard she tried to wipe them away, it wouldn't stop.

Eventually, she gave up. She covered her face in her hands and started to sob. And she hated it. Here she was, sitting on her ass sobbing while there was work to be down. There was so much she had to do, and here she was being useless. And that just made her cry harder. So much to be done, but she felt so exhausted.

She was so deep in her mental turmoil, so deep in her sobbing, that she didn't hear her front door opening. She didn't hear someone call her name. She didn't hear someone approaching her.

"Darlin'?"

Mara's head shot up, eyes locking with another pair, dark and familiar and full of concern.

"Six. W-What can I do f-for you?" she began wiping her tears quickly, trying to compose herself despite balling.

"Well, fer starters you can tell me what's wrong," he continued to look down at the woman he loved. He had just wanted to know if she wanted to go out drinking with him that night. He wasn't expecting to find her so distraught.

She didn't look up at him. She was staring down at her feet and her fingers now rubbing her temples. As such, Six takes a seat on the soda and wraps an arm around her.

"I just want it to stop," she mumbled, eyes closed and breathing deep.

"Fer what to stop?" he asked, squeezing her arm reassuringly.

"Just...everything. It's just all so much," Mara shook her head. "The work...it just doesn't stop. Why can't it all just pause for one second, just one second?"

"What do ya mean 'work'? Darlin' you don't gotta do all the shit you do. Yer the boss. Yer job is to jus' tell people what to do," he remarked, causing her to shake her head more aggressively.

"Because that's not who I am, Six," she finally looked at him again. "I feel like I have to do this. All of this is mine, and I have to take care of it. I gotta clean this, I gotta take care of that. I have to do it...and here I am now...sitting on my ass being useless."

"Aw, come on now. I ain't havin' none of that," Six takes her face into his hand, forcing her to look at him. "You ain't useless, darlin'. You wanna know what you are?"

She continued to look at him expectantly.

"Yer human," he answered. "You got limits. Hell, I haven't been human fer a hundred somethin' years and I still remember that. I know it feels like you gotta do all of this shit, but you don't. You already do enough darlin'."

"I...I know but-"

"No, no buts. You already do enough. And you don't gotta do it alone. You got the workers, you got yer sisters, you got the others...and you got me."

Marabelle went silent for a bit, mulling his words in her head.

"Yeah," she began to nod. "Yeah...okay."

"Good," he tucks a strand of her sandy hair behind her ear. "I care about you, Mara. We all care about you."

She nodded again, and even gave him a small smile, which he returns.

"I know...," she thought for a moment, before she felt a sharp pain in her head. "...I got a headache."

"Well, I'm not surprised. You've been runnin' around this hotel like a race horse," Six moved his hand from her arm to her back, patting it. "Come on, let's get you to bed."

They both stood up from the couch, and head to her bedroom. After kicking her shoes off, she laid down on her bed. It was only in that moment that she realized how much her muscles ached. She let out a tired sigh, and her eyes instantly felt heavy.

"There, now I don't want you leavin' this bed, ya hear? If I catch ya anywhere else in this hotel, I'm draggin' yer sweet ass right back to this bed."

She lets out an exhausted laugh, before closing her eyes and falling asleep. Six stood there for a bit, making sure she really was asleep.

Yep, out like a light.

With that, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Rest easy, darlin'."

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Angelica:

How do you break someone that is so happy-go-lucky? Someone who radiates confidence? Someone who always has a snarky remark to an insult? Someone who could probably carry a whole theater performance while wearing nothing but a potato sack?

Everyone has a breaking point, and for Angelica Sterling, it would usually be something serious like losing a loved one. However, there was one moment that while not as severe, still stung her hard.

It should've been a good day. She had aced an audition and got the role of the leading lady in an up and coming theater production. It didn't matter if it was the nth audition she had nailed, it still felt as exciting as the first time, which showed as she skipped eagerly up to the front entrance of the public library.

It was almost closing time, and she had come to take the love of her life home from his work. Did she have previous relationships? Of course she did, but none of her exes could compare to her beloved Jester. Then again, if she feel in love with him when he was still just a puppet, then that was pretty strong love. It was like a fairy tale. A different take on The Princess and the Frog. The beautiful princess kissing the little jester puppet, and poof, he turned into a handsome prince.

Now, the process wasn't that easy, obviously, but that was how she viewed it.

As she passed through the front entrance of the library, she spotted her formerly puppet boyfriend behind a front desk and chatting with a woman. A coworker that was watching him intensely. He must've been telling her a story. He was an amazing story teller.

"Hello, anybody home?" Angelica called in a playful sing-song voice.

Jester quickly turned his attention away from the woman, and smiled as his eyes locked onto her.

"Ah, meine sterne! Come in!" he called, at which she eagerly made her way over to him.

Once she was close enough to the front desk, he leaned over and greeted her with a kiss.

"Tell me, how was the audition?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"Guess," she began to bounce on the balls of her feet.

"Hm...I will have to say...understudy?" he joked.

Angie giggled and nodded her head.

"Ahem," the woman who was by the desk first cleared her throat.

"Hm? Oh, Angelica this is my work friend Kate. Kate, this is Angelica, my dearest heart," Jester introduced.

"Hello!" she chirped and gave Kate a small wave.

"Hi," Kate gave her a forced smile.

"I just have to organize some things in the back, then we can leave, alright?" he turned back to Angelica.

"Okay!" she beamed.

With that, he disappeared into the room behind the front desk.

"You can't be serious."

Angelica turned her head to Kate.

"What?"

"Tch, of course you don't know," she smirks, condescendingly.

"No, I really don't. Care to tell me?" Angelica quickly became defensive at her tone.

"Oh come on, sweetie. Your Hans' girlfriend? Really?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" she sneered, offended.

"Ha! I mean what does he see in a dumb bimbo like you?" Kate smiles coldly.

"Um, I don't know. Someone beautiful. Someone funny. Someone who makes him miles happier than your boring ass probably could," the brunette snipped back.

"Aw, of course. I'm sure a man as handsome and smart as him loves being seen with a woman who dresses like she's a five year old girl."

"What the hell's your problem? I literally just met you. Are you really that much of a bitch, that you have to try and tear down women you don't even know?" Angelica dug her nails into her palms, imprinting little crescent shaped indents in the skin.

"Not all women. Just insecure, immature girls that'll drag their boyfriends down to their level."

Angelica opened her mouth to bite back, but for the first time in her life, her brain couldn't come up with anything. Kate let out a small, cruel laugh at the insulted look on her face.

"God, I wouldn't be surprised if the next time I see Hans, he will only be able to read at a first grade level," with that she began to walk to the entrance. "Oh, and by the way, guys don't like the 'Barbie doll' look with caked on makeup. You're not impressing anyone. Bye."

As soon as Kate was gone, Angelica let out a snarl, fists shaking with anger. Never in her life had she met someone that was such a bitch. Sure, she had been called cruel things before. She had been called a bimbo, a dumb bitch, hell she had even been called a slut by disgusting creeps she had rejected. She always knew how to fight back. She always knew how to send their harsh words back. So why couldn't she come up with something to say to Kate.

Because you really are a stupid bitch.

No! No, she wasn't. Sure, she wasn't the smartest girl in the world, but she wasn't stupid...right? She wasn't. She wasn't stupid, and she wasn't "holding Jester back"...right? He loved her, he was happy with her. He...he was in love with her since he was just a puppet for God's sake.

Aw, of course you think that.

Stop! He is happy with me! He loves me! He's...he's not...embarrassed to be seen with me...he...he doesn't hate me....

Angelica looked down at the outfit she was wearing. A pretty, pink dress. She remembered getting ready that morning. She remembered putting it on. She remembered putting on her makeup. She remembered thinking about how cute she looked. Now, she just wanted to run home and burn the dress. To set a fire to every pink outfit she had in her closet.

"Engel? Hello, engel?"

She blinks herself out of her thoughts, and sees a hand being waved in front of her face.

"Oh! Um, sorry. What was that, Jester?" she asked, trying to shake her negative thoughts away.

"I should ask you the same. You seemed to be in your own world," he beamed at her. She tried to return the smile, especially as she looked into his beautiful, blue eyes, but it didn't feel real. She didn't feel real.

"I was just thinking, that's all. Come on, let's go home."

She didn't remember the drive. All she knew was that she was in the library one moment, then she and Jester were at the Bodega Bay Inn, and then she was sitting in her makeup room. She told him that she wanted to be alone for a bit. He could clearly tell that something was wrong, but she didn't want him to worry.

She didn't want his fake sympathy.

Angelica took a seat at the stool in front of her vanity, tears starting to flow down her cheek. She sighed, ripping her glasses from her face and rubbing a makeup wipe over her face. She rubbed it against her face so hard, that it was like she was trying to rip the skin away.

Once she was done, she grabbed her glasses and put them back on, immediately wanting to rip them back off when she glance up at her reflection. The face she saw wasn't her.

She turned on her stool to look at the room. To look at the pink rug on the center of the floor. To look at the closet full of outfits in different shades of pink and even some purple. To look at the Barbie dolls that littered the shelves with their plastic smiles and pretty blue eyes.

It was who she was. This whole room was who she was. She wouldn't be able to change no matter how hard she tried. Even if she really was faking who she really was, even if she really was just trying to impress people, it didn't matter. Because it was who she was, and it made her happy.

And if what made her happy didn't make Jester happy, then there was only one thing to do. She loved him, and when you love someone....

You let them go.

Suddenly, there is a knock at the door to the room.

"Angelica, it's me. Can I come in, meine sterne?"

She sighed, and got up to open the door. When Jester saw her, he was taken aback a bit at her removing her makeup so soon.

"Engel, are you alright? Are you sick?" he moved to press a hand to her forehead, but she stopped him.

"I'm going to ask you something, and I need you to answer me, honestly," she looked up at him, pleadingly.

"I will," he moved his hand back to his side, and looked down at her with concern in his eyes.

"Do you love me?"

"Tha...That's a very silly question, engel. Of course I love you."

"And you're happy. Like, really happy with me?"

"Of Course I a-Angelica, where is this coming from?" she had never questioned his love before. She had no reason to. He loved showing her how much he loved her. It made her smile. It made her laugh. It made her happy.

"Because I know I'm...because I know how embarrassing it must be for someone like you to be seen with me," she sighed.

Jester opened his mouth to speak, but Angelica pressed her fingers to his lips, halting him.

"You really don't deserve someone like me, Jester. I'm...I'm just dumb, and insecure, and childish...and I don't want you to be tied down to me."

With that, she put her hand back down but didn't break her gaze with him. Suddenly, he threw his arms around her and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Oh, meine sterne, is that really what you think?" he waited, but she stayed silent. "That is not what I think about you at all. You are beautiful, sweet, funny, and talented."

He pulled away to look down at her, holding her face in his hands.

"And you are not stupid. And even if you were, I would not care. You are wonderful, and you are everything I want."

Angelica thought for a moment, doubt still clouding her mind.

"Really?"

"I'll shout it from the rooftops if I must. In fact....," Jester made his way towards the window in the room. He then unlocked and opened it, clearing his throat.

No way. He wasn't going to do what she thought he was going to do.

"I LOVE ANGELICA STERLING!"

He did.

Jester then closed and relocked the window.

"There, I think that will do the trick," he turned back to her, who had a hand over her mouth in shock.

"I can't believe you just did that," she lets out a laugh of disbelief.

"I had to. And I will do it as many times you need me to, even if my vocal cords give out."

With that, she finally felt a genuine smile spread across her face.

"There we go, that's just what I was looking for. Now...," he motioned to the stool in front of the vanity. "Why don't we complete it?"

Angelica eagerly made her way over and sat down. He removed her glasses and grabbed a makeup brush, but not before pressing a kiss to her nose and pulling a giggle from her lips.

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Louisa:

The mall was as full as always, with people popping in and out of shops, sometimes with bags sometimes without. They all chattered amongst their friends, fellow customers, the workers. A bustling building that held a wide variety of sensations.

So many smells, so many sounds, so many sights.

To Louisa Sterling however, she felt like she was in hell. She didn't feel that was when she entered. Because she entered with someone she loved. That someone that was currently in the bathroom at the moment.

Blade had asked her if she would've been alright. He knew she didn't do well in crowded places, but she told him she would be fine.

Because she should've been fine. It was just for a couple of minutes. She should've been able to handle being alone in a crowed building for a few minutes.

But she wasn't. She was far from okay. She looked down at her feet to avoid any awkward, accidental eye contact with people. To avoid someone thinking that she was weird for sitting by herself watching them go about their day.

She still felt their eyes, though. Their eyes boring into her, judging her for sitting all alone like a weirdo. So she looked back up again, and felt her breath catch in her throat.

All of the signs were a mishmash of jumbled up letters and symbols, the shops blurry and impossible to make heads or tails about the products sold, the shoppers and workers all faceless and waxy, and the noises. Oh God the noises. There were so many noises, all of them loud and completely incoherent.

She felt her breathing get frantic and her heart beat increasing. Her eyes fell back to her feet, trying to take deep breaths. The eyes were back on her again, so she stopped and tried to breathe normal.

She grabbed the ends of her oversized cardigan and wrapped it around her tightly. A very easy feat considering just how small she was compared to it. She felt small compared to everything around her. The eyes came back, and she quickly fixed the cardigan.

She bounced her leg, the eyes came back, and she stopped.

She moved her hand up to her mouth to chew on her sleeve, the eyes came back, and she slammed it into her lap once more.

She tapped her finger against the bench she was sitting on, the eyes came back, and her hand froze.

It was an endless cycle of trying to relieve those nerves, before being cruelly remined by those damn eyes that she was weird, that she was creepy, that she was pathetic.

She swallowed a lump in her throat, and closed her eyes tightly as she began to feel tears welling up. The eyes came back.

Please stop looking at me. Just stop looking at me!

She hated this. She hated that she couldn't just go about her day like everyone else. How she couldn't understand the signs and shops. How she couldn't talk to people without stumbling over her words. How she couldn't hand things to the clerks without her hands shaking. How she needed someone like her sisters or Blade as an anchor in places like this.

Why can't I just shop like a normal person?

Why can't I just be normal?

"Meine liebe?"

Louisa's eyes opened, but she didn't look up, her short red hair curtaining her face.

Blade sat down next to her, concern evident on his featured. He took one of her hands into his and squeezed it tightly.

"I wanna go home," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Alright, we can go home," he nodded before standing up from the bench and carefully pulling her up with him.

He then wrapped an arm around her and held her tightly, carefully leading her to the entrance of the mall. Louisa continued to stare down at her feet as they walked. Today was supposed to be a nice shopping date with Blade, and she ruined it.

The eyes came back.

Please just go away.

On the trip from the mall back to the Bodega Bay Inn, Blade never stopped touching her, whether it be holding her close to him or squeezing her hand.

Even as they stepped through the front doors of the hotel, he continued to guide her to their room, rubbing her arm to know that he was right there by her side.

As soon as they entered their room, she broke down.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered.

"Please, meine schatz, there is nothing to apologize for," he rested his hand on her cheek, stroking it lovingly.

"Yes, there is," she sobbed. "I ruined everything. Today supposed to be a sweet date, and I ruined it because I can't just shop like a normal person. I ruined it because I can't be normal."

Blade just shook his head and pulled her into a hug, resting his chin on top of her head.

"I know it may seem like that, but so many go through what you experience as well," he raised his hand to her hair, stroking it gently. "It may look like everyone can go about their days with little difficulty, but those same people struggle with crowds, with talking to others, like judgement is constantly being thrown their way."

She squeezed him tighter, letting out a shaky breath. His words were slowly melting away the feelings of shame and guilt she had from the situation.

"You aren't weak and you are not strange for your fear. Or for your discomfort. Because many understand it. And every time you feel judgement cast your way, I want you to remember that you are loved."

Louisa pulled away to look up into Blade's gray eyes, seeing that his words were genuine and true.

"You are loved by your sisters. You are loved by your friends. And most importantly, you are loved by me," he raised one of her hands to place a kiss to her knuckles. "And I never want you to forget that."

A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips, and she nodded.

"I won't."

"Now then, why don't we run you a nice bath?" he asked, giving her a smile of his own.

"Tea, too?" she chirped

Blade let out a small laugh and nodded.

"Yes, tea too."

#ocs #my ocs #canon x oc #puppet master ocs #oc: marabelle sterling #oc: angelica sterling #oc: louisa sterling #puppet master blade #puppet master jester #puppet master six shooter

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Louisa: my boyfriend is always there for me when I'm uncomfortable and helps me feel confident in myself

Angelica: my boyfriend is so romantic and knows how to make me smile when I'm at my lowest

Marabelle:...my boyfriend is currently drunk and fist fighting a raccoon over a slice of pizza

#six shooter vs raccoon who will win?#eh my money's on the raccoon #ocs #my ocs #oc: marabelle sterling #oc: angelica sterling #oc: louisa sterling

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The Sterling Sisters: Just Louisa

In honor of Lou's birthday, here are nothing but headcanons focusing on her!

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🎨-Like most kids, Louisa's love of art started when she could first hold a crayon. She's been painting and sketching ever since

🎨- She's been playing the violin since she was 12 years old because here in the good ol' US of A, you have to take some sort of music class like band, choir, or orchestra typically in middle school (not sure if it's the same way in other countries or other states, this is just what I had to do. Guess what instrument I played lol)

🎨-Anyways, like with art, she's been playing ever since. She takes practice and her craft very seriously

🎨-She has a specific notebook where she composes little pieces of music herself

🎨-She keeps her hair short to avoid getting paint in it and so she doesn't have to push or hold it out of the way when she plays

🎨-If Lou had to describe her style, she'd say comfortable. She loves oversized hoodies, sweaters, and of course, cardigans

🎨-She started wearing berets because Angie thought it would be cute and go with her whole "artist" aesthetic. She actually really likes them, and it's become a tradition for Angie to gift her a beret in a different color or pattern for her birthday

🎨-She has made self portraits of her sisters, her parents, and the puppets. They all loved them

🎨-Speaking of parents, she gets her red hair from her mom

🎨-She likes analyzing music. Doesn't matter if it's from a movie or a video game. She enjoys looking at the intricate details of every note

🎨-Her favorite place at the Bodega Bay Inn is the gazebo. It's such a pretty place that always helps her feel inspired

🎨-While she's close with Marabelle too, her and Angelica are really close with her being just a year younger. As such, their parents enrolled them in school together

🎨-She hung out with Angie's theater girl friends a lot throughout their school years

🎨-If she was ever being bullied, Angie would always stand up for her. She and her clique find a way to ruin the bully's reputation

🎨-And that's the better outcome for them. If Mara found out Lou was being bullied, she would jump straight to threats and violence

🎨-Homegirl's got no problems whooping their ass if they don't leave her alone

🎨-No one messes with their little sister

🎨-Same thing goes for any creep harassing her. They're either getting their ass beat by Marabelle or they're gonna get roasted to all hell by Angelica

🎨-Her biggest pet peeve is being told to talk more

🎨-Blade is the first boyfriend she's ever had, so it's kind of a big deal for her

🎨-Y'all know what that leads to? That's right! Insecurities! Lou would always ask him if he was really happy with her and all that jazz

🎨-Luckily, Blade is very patient and understanding. He absolutely has no problems reassuring her that he does love her so much

#happy birthday lou!#ocs #my ocs #canon x oc #puppet master ocs #oc: louisa sterling #oc: angelica sterling #oc: marabelle sterling

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eating-plastic · 9 months

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Augh, I'm thinking about the Sterlings and them getting married to their puppet men and shit. I'm literally planning each of their weddings in my head like their dresses, the music, the vows.

Ooo, and the fact that each one of them would help out in some way.

Marabelle cooks the food.

Angelica does everyone's hair and makeup.

Louisa and a small band of her orchestra members provide music.

And whoever's getting married, the other sisters are the maids of honor for sure.

Also, their parents are still in the picture so you bet your ass they're flying out to California to give their daughters away and watch them get married to their...eccentric husbands 😉

Anyhoo, this is me rn:

#yes I am planning my own ocs weddings and not my own lmao #ocs #my ocs #canon x oc #oc: marabelle sterling #oc: angelica sterling #oc: louisa sterling

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eating-plastic · 9 months

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The Sterling Sisters: Cute Puppet Moments

Just a collection of cute moments between the Sterlings and their at-the-moment-still-puppet bfs. That's all.

Marabelle & Six Shooter:

The large kitchen of the Bodega Bay Inn was empty and quiet save for the sound of whistling that echoed off of the walls. Marabelle Sterling flipped through the collection of recipe cards that her mother had copied for her before she and her sisters left for California. It was hard to figure out what to make for dinner when all of them sounded delicious. Suddenly, she stopped when she found one that made her stomach growl.

Mom's homemade lasagna. A favorite amongst the three of them.

With that, Marabelle began getting the ingredients and supplies together.

While waiting for the water to boil for the pasta and getting a pan to put the dish in, she heard a familiar laugh behind her.

She turned around and smiled at Six Shooter as he stood on top of the counter.

"Howdy, cowboy," she greeted, setting the pan down on the counter. "What can I do for ya?"

He just motioned to the food being prepared and got himself comfortable.

"Uh huh. Well, I hope you know that as long as you're in here, you gotta help me with supper," she quipped, flicking his hat up.

Six drew out his laugher so that it came out as more of a sigh than a laugh.

"Aw, come on. You didn't actually think I was gonna let you sit their on the counter looking pretty, did ya?" she grabs a cutting board and a knife. "Now, why don't you help me cut up some vegetables, hm?"

Getting supper cooked with a puppet was definitely not something Mara thought would happen in her life, especially not the whole "falling in love" part. Just when she believed life couldn't get anymore unexpected. Still, the extra help was appreciated, especially when that help had six hands.

Once the lasagna was finished, she pulled it out of the oven and smiled as the smell filled the kitchen. Even Six could smell it and it made him wish that he could eat again. She sets the dish down on the counter to cool a bit and grins at the little cowboy puppet.

"Not bad, cowboy," she said, removing her oven mitts. "Maybe I should have you cook with me more often."

Six grabs his hat and tilts it as a "you're welcome" gesture. Mara smirks before taking his hat and removing it to place a kiss to his head.

"Thanks, Six," she placed the hat back on before turning to text her sisters that dinner was ready. At such, the puppet pulled his bandana up over his face.

Despite not being able to blush, his wooden cheeks still felt hot.

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Angelica & Jester:

Music filled the the room as Angelica Sterling rummaged around in her closet looking for an outfit to wear for that day, singing along as she looked. Then her eyes fall onto a cute, purple top and skirt combo.

That was just what she was looking for.

She snatched it up and made her way to a changing divider, her singing never halting.

While she changed, Jester picked out her makeup for the day, using his little wooden hands to move brushes and pallets. Once he finished, Angie walked out from behind the divider in her new outfit.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked him, even doing a playful twirl when he turned his head to look at her.

His head spun around until it settled on an amazed expression, the bells on his hat jingling along.

"You like it?" she grinned.

His head spun to a joyful face, and he nodded eagerly.

"Aw, thank you," she walked over to her vanity where he sat. "Now let's see...."

Her eyes wandered over what Jester picked out for that day. Once she had taken everything in, she nods.

"I like it so far. Let's try it out," she removed her glasses and set them off to the side.

The puppet watched as she applied her makeup. He wished he could apply it himself, but his little wooden hands wouldn't be able to hold the brushes steady. Something that would've been awkward when it came to the eyes. Still, he was happy that he was able to do one thing.

Apply blush.

He not only enjoyed being helpful, but he enjoyed having her face so close. Being able to see her smile so close. Being able to see her beauty so close.

Once he finished, he set the brush down and gave a little nod.

"All done?" Angelica asked, to which he nodded again. "Alrighty, let's see the final results."

She grabbed her glasses and put them on. A smile spread across her face as she looked at her reflection.

"Ooh, I like it, I like it!" she chirped. She then turned to look down at the little puppet on her desk that seemed proud of himself. "Thanks, Jester! You're a good 'getting ready' partner."

She leaned over and planted a kiss to his painted face, causing his head to spin. She giggled before taking her phone and looking at the time.

"Oh, I gotta go! Bye, Jester! I'll see you when I get back!" she quickly stood up from her stool and rushed out of the room.

As soon as she left, Jester's face spun into a more sad expression.

He missed her already.

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Louisa and Blade:

The sound of a violin flowed out from the room where Louisa Sterling was playing and into the hallways of her suite. Her fingers danced along the strings, and she swayed to the rhythm. Sheet music was opened on a music stand in front of her, but her eyes were closed. She had memorized the piece perfectly, but still played to be sure she wouldn't stumble during the actual concert.

It was funny how she would become an entirely different person as she played. As she gets lost in the labyrinth of her art, she sheds her nerves, her doubts, her hesitance.

The whole world faded as she played, which allowed her new audience member to slip into the room undetected.

Blade stood close to the chair where Louisa sat, looking up at her face while she played. She looked so serene, absolutely invested in the music. Every note flowing through her.

If there was one thing the little puppet could appreciate, it was those who were passionate about their work, those that were passionate about creation. There was something contagious about that kind of enthusiasm.

Even as the last notes were played, Louisa never opened her eyes. Her body relaxed and she moved back into the resting position. Even as the piece reached it's end, she still could feel it within her. Her eyes quickly shot open though, when she heard a tapping noise.

She turned her head to the sound of the noise and saw Blade, clapping is hook and knife hand together.

"Oh, Blade. I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," she apologized. "What can I do for you?"

He used his knife hand to point to her violin and sheet music. She cocked her head to the side, confused.

"Do you...wanna hear me play?" she asked.

He nodded his head and let out an eager hiss.

"Oh...um, okay," Louisa stood up and looked through a folder filled with sheet music, trying to find a piece she'd think Blade would like. Once she found one, she displayed it on the music stand and got back into resting position. She tapped her foot, getting into the beat, before she raised her instrument and began to play.

Blade watched her as she entered the same state she was in before, completely relaxed and becoming one with the music. He even found himself swaying as she did.

When she finished, she entered the same resting position and took a few deep breaths, before opening her eyes and turning her attention back to her audience.

"H-How was that?" she asked, a bit awkward at practicing in front of someone. The puppet just applauded her once more, causing a small smile to spread across her face.

"Thank you," she stood to put her violin away, before turning back to him and giving a playful bow. While putting her instrument away, she looked out the window of the room. It looked nice out, and not many people were wandering the hotel grounds.

"Hey, Blade?" she turned to look at him. He tilted his head to the side, letting out a questioning noise. "It looks nice out. Do you wanna go out for a walk?"

He nodded and raised his arms up as she approached.

"Okay, let's go," she picked him up and held him close to her chest, even wrapping her oversized cardigan around him.

The puppet got himself comfortable. It was nice to be held so close.

#ocs #my ocs #canon x oc #puppet master ocs #oc: marabelle sterling #oc: angelica sterling #oc: louisa sterling #puppet master blade #puppet master jester #puppet master six shooter

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