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jammed-out · 7 months

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Invisible Strings

“Hey check it out. There’s a weird puppet over here!” May called out to her friend from across the antique shop. She hoped that he heard her, it was a pretty big shop and the puppet was just to weird to not share.

It looked like some kind of marionette but as if it was never finished. It’s wooden body had no discernible features to it. As if it was a children’s doll, fresh out of the box, no clothes, just a plain smooth surface. Except for it’s face which seemed to be just a generic looking face. It was pretty creepy, the way it was strung up, strings holding it up loosely, tied to some handle up above.

May reached out and grabbed its body pulling it closer to take a look. She ran her thumb over the bare stomach, recoiling quickly, letting it fall back against the shelf with a thud as something sharp pricked her finger. She raised it to her mouth, sucking on it, trying to remove the splinter that had caught her.

“Stupid fucking doll.” She mumbled around her finger.

“I’m not a doll. I’m a puppet.”

May stopped and froze. She turned back to the puppet slowly and looked at it. It didn’t move. She sighed in relief. Must be losing it.

She turned back around intending to walk away but suddenly felt stuck. It was as if her legs wouldn’t move. She tried to step forward but couldn’t even bend her knee to lift her foot. May tried, her face squeezing together tightly in effort to no luck.

“Puppets don’t get to control themselves. You should know that.”

May turned to the sound of the voice. Back over her shoulder, the puppet hung there, staring at her, hand outstretched. From it invisible strings seemed to connect to May’s body. She could see them shimmer in the air.

The puppet pulled and May’s body spun around, pivoting on one foot. She stomped down, heavy feet dragging her back towards the puppet. She couldn’t fight it. Her whole body moved like a marionette, invisible strings holding her upright.

The closer she got the more the puppet looked like her. It’s face had the unmissable angles and curves of hers but in puppet form. Long red hair fell from the top of its head, cascading over its shoulders. Gone was the template body, instead, it’s nude form looked exactly like her body. Even down to its pussy and the tattoo she had right above it.

May tried to scream but the only thing that happened was her jaw went slack, falling down leaving her mouth open. She tried to close it. To move, to do anything, but she was stuck in place. She felt her knees buckle and dropped to the ground, legs spread out under her.

May watcher as around the corner Charlie peaked his head. He smiled and crossed over to her. “Hey May. Finally found you. This place is a maze.” He stopped just in front of her kneeling body. “What’re you doing?”

“Hey hot stuff. May’s not in control anymore. She’s my puppet.” The puppet said on the shelf. It’s hand twitched forcing her to wave as if to prove a point.

“Wait what? So what are you? Some kind of magical puppet?” He asked looking between May and the puppet. May felt so small and useless being talked over like that.

“Something like that. May down there is now stuck with me controlling her for life. The more we’re connected, the more she’ll become the puppet. Want to take her for a test ride? I’ll feel everything she does and I’m starving for cock.”

There was no way Charlie was going to do this. He wouldn’t. He’d help May out. She was sure of it. Or at least she was up until the moment she was staring at his cock.

She felt herself be forced to smile. Her hands moved, gripping his hips as her mouth wrapped around the head. She swirled her tongue over the tip feeling it start to harden in her mouth. She was so embarrassed. She was in public. Anyone could see her.

“That’s a good puppet May. We’re going to have so much fun together.”

May nodded and felt her eyes droop. Drool poured out of her mouth onto her shirt as she worked more and more of the cock into her throat.

Her hand stuffed itself under her skirt, rubbing her drenched pussy through her underwear. She wanted to stop, to cry out, to beg for help, but she was nothing more than a puppet now.

Charlie grunted, cumming in her throat. His cock twitching with each time he thrusted. He slowly pulled backwards, dragging his wet cock from her mouth. She followed it. Eyes wide, hungry for more.

“Great job May. Now come on Charlie and finish your part of the deal. Get me out of this shop and I’ll keep May here your perfect little fuck puppet.”

May tried to turn to look up at Charlie but instead her body went limp crumpling onto the floor. Charlie had done this to her. But why?

“Sorry May. But when I saw this puppet I just knew you’d be so much better as a living doll. Don’t worry though.” May felt the strings grip her, dragging her limbs, pulling her body back up into a standing position. Her head rolled across her shoulders. She could see Charlie holding the puppet in his arms. It smiled at May waving its hand. May found herself waving too. “I’ll take good care of you puppet.”

May wanted to scream and curse at him. But all she Magee to say was “I’ll be your perfect fuck puppet!”

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offtorivendell · 3 months

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The Cauldron and its far reaching threads; who is susceptible to the puppet master, and how might it work?

Disclaimer: this is a massive crack theory that I have held off posting since June 2022, but fuck it I guess, let's go! This is not a shipping post.

As usual, I am absolutely NOT suggesting that anyone who is influenced by the Cauldron is inherently evil in any way. This is just a crack theory. If you can't interact respectfully, then please keep scrolling.

Spoilers: ACOTAR series to date, and massive character spoilers for River Song and the Ponds from Doctor Who (if you care about that) in part 2.

Part 1 - Cauldron Made Beings

This first section will be stating some of the obvious, as we know, per Amren in ACOSF, that Cauldron-Made beings are able to be influenced by the Cauldron, though the “how” is not yet clear. @wingedblooms has theorised extensively about the living bond that Elain Archeron may share with the Mother's crockpot, and I suspect that this bond may also tie (terrible pun, sorry) into how the Cauldron can exert control: by pulling the “bond” threads that connect it to its former inhabitants.

Cassian’s breath caught in his throat. “It was a fluke, Amren. Nesta didn’t make it on purpose.” Amren shook her head, hair swaying. “Nothing is a fluke. The Cauldron’s power flows through Nesta, and could use her as a puppet without her knowledge. It wanted those weapons Made, and thus they were Made. It wanted Rhysand to have them and thus the blacksmith brought them to you. - ACOSF, chapter 42

Finding the link would be basically impossible at this point, but I've previously mentioned that I wonder if the Cauldron's dark maker could be Koschei, or another death god/Daglan. To briefly rehash my thoughts: if there is a dark maker, it stands to reason there be a light maker, too… is it the Mother? Could Koschei be the dark mother that the Naga referred to in ACOTAR, as the terms “mother” and “maker” could demonstrate in-universe evolution of the same word? I've also previously theorised that Koschei may have been controlling the Cauldron through the King of Hybern/vice versa, and that is how the Elucien bond came to be, but this is not a shipping post, sorry!

As a quick aside, the above passage also makes me wonder if the Cauldron, or one of its hypothetical makers, wanted the Archeron sisters Made - it's something I've meant to post about, but I think Koschei has had a hand in things since Papa Archeron’s ship was lost at sea, at the very least. They are each a weapon in their own right, as Amren went on to state their powers match Rhys’ own. I know @nikethestatue has had similar thoughts. But I digress.

Look at the use of “bird in a cage” in the following passage, used to describe Nesta, which parallels nicely with Thesan’s use of decorative birds in cages as spies to listen in (thank you so much to @ladynightcourt3 for the first quote).

The amusement only grew, and Helion pushed a finger against his lips in mock warning. “Careful, High Lady. Even the birds report to Thesan here.” I frowned at the birds in cages throughout the room, still silent in Azriel’s shadowy presence. I threw shields around them, Rhys said down the bond. - ACOWAR, chapter 47

“Like calls to like,” Amren countered. “You were Made by the Cauldron. You may track other objects Made by it as well, as Briallyn can. And because you are Made by it, you are immune to the influence and power of the Trove. You might use them, yes, but they cannot be used upon you.” A glance to Elain. “Either of you.” Nesta swallowed. “I can’t.” But to let Elain involve herself, jeopardize her safety— Amren said, “You tracked the Cauldron—” “It nearly killed me. It trapped me like a bird in a cage.” Elain said, “Then I will find it. I might require some time to … reacquaint myself with my powers, but I could start today.” “Absolutely not,” Nesta spat, fingers curling at her sides. “Absolutely not.” - ACOSF, chapter 21

I think Nesta briefly (I hope, though who knows) became a puppet/shell for the Cauldron's puppet master - perhaps a death god such as Koschei, if @fawnandshadows is correct that he bastardised the Cauldron in some way, millennia ago (I think she's onto something) - and that's who we were seeing when she locked herself into her mind while scrying in ACOSF.

“Get her out, Rhys,” Cassian demanded. “Get her out now.” “I can’t,” he said softly, his power a cloak of stars and night around him. “I— The doors to her mind were open the other night. They’re shut now.” “She doesn’t want it seeing her. Or us,” Feyre said, her face tight. “She’s locked it out, but also locked herself in.” Cassian’s stomach twisted. “Nesta,” he said into her ear. “Nesta, open your hand and come back.” Her breathing sharpened. The cold deepened. “Nesta,” he snarled— And the cold halted. It didn’t vanish, but rather … stopped. Nesta’s eyes flicked open. Silver fire burned within. Nothing Fae looked out through them. Rhys shoved Feyre behind him. She shoved her way back to his side. But Nesta’s hand continued to squeeze Cassian’s. He squeezed back, let his Siphons send a bite of power into her skin. She turned her head so slowly it was like watching a puppet move. Her eyes met his. Death watched him. - ACOSF, chapter 31

I think a similar situation - though more high stakes/urgent - could come to play in Elain's book.

Elain is a Seer with mystical powers that are potentially tied to the Void.

She may try to See through mist and shadow, and accidentally make herself known to Koschei or another death god/Daglan?

In ACOSF, Nesta warned her to “stay away from the Cauldron,” and even Azriel suggested there was a darkness to the Dread Trove that “Elain should not be exposed to.” This, of course, makes many of us think that Elain will go after the Cauldron in her own book.

Could Elain mistakenly Look too far and open herself up to the Cauldron's living bond? That being said, it could simultaneously be using at least Jurian and Amren as well, and we have no idea if Made Fae who haven't been inside the Cauldron, such as Feyre and Miryam, are equally susceptible.

Part 2 - Not Made, yet possibly susceptible

I have been wondering for a while if the Cauldron can somehow form bonds, or weave threads, between itself and anyone exposed to it - or a part of it, when it was separated and hidden in different locations - for extended periods of time, or perhaps crucial ages, like somebody's formative years?

His mouth tightened, and he swallowed once before he said, “Hybern was looking for the Cauldron back then—for the pieces of its feet. One was hidden at the temple in Sangravah, its power used to fuel its priestesses’ gifts for millennia. - ACOSF, chapter 14

What if Gwyn - or anyone else - who grew up in Sangravah, a temple that housed one leg of the Cauldron, internalised some of the magic (sort of along the lines of River Song having regenerative abilities because Amy Pond fell/was pregnant while travelling on the TARDIS, and everything that happened after she was born - being taken away)?

All the High Priestesses wore the billowing, artfully twisted and layered robes—though they certainly were far from matronly. Ianthe’s slim waist was on display with a fine belt of sky-blue, limpid stones, each perfectly oval and held in shining silver. And atop her hood sat a matching circlet—a delicate band of silver, with a large stone at its center. A panel of cloth had been folded up beneath the circlet, a built-in swath meant to be pulled over the brow and eyes when she needed to pray, beseech the Cauldron and Mother, or just think. Ianthe had shown me once what the panel looked like when down: only her nose and full, sensuous mouth visible. The Voice of the Cauldron. I’d found the image unsettling—that merely covering the upper part of her face had somehow turned the bright, cunning female into an effigy, into something Other. - ACOMAF, chapter 2

@wingedblooms has suggested that priestesses could be influenced in general because they worship the triple goddess/divine trio, which follows along with what Feyre hinted at when thinking about Ianthe, all the way back in ACOMAF; that they opened themselves up to the divine during their services (in a similar way to how I imagine Elain's Sight may function). That being said, it's hard to say whether the priestesses at Cesere, Sangravah and Itica are more susceptible than their colleagues from other temples due to their prolonged proximity to the Cauldron’s feet, but I suspect it might be the case.

Could they have a deeper connection, or a bond of sorts?

One that remains even when they aren't communing with the Mother or the Cauldron?

One that may be accessed by the Cauldron or its Maker, for such nefarious purposes as letting in enemies to a library sanctuary?

Gwyn is likely already a lightsinger - please see @silverlinedeyes and @merymoonbeam for some brilliant posts that cover the basics of the theory and then some here, here, here, here and here - but if not, or maybe in addition to that, what if she was "Made-adjacent," and so also able to be used as a "puppet" by the Cauldron/the being controlling it, and thus any threads it may share with others? If accurate, this would work for anyone who was born, grew up, and/or lived for a long time in Sangravah, Cesere or Itica. To clarify, I don't think that these priestesses could call to or search for the the Cauldron, as they are likely not true “kin” - as, say, the Archeron sisters are to other Made items - but I could always be wrong about that. Or is this what lightsingers truly are?

Alternatively, what if every Singer (shadowsinger*, lightsinger, or any other type) was capable of the silent song, or had Made/Starborn powers in a way, and/or could be used as a "puppet" by the Cauldron or its master/maker? It would explain how Azriel's shadows could be used by someone else, maybe Koschei, thanks to the hypothetical living bond between the Cauldron and Made beings? So Nesta, Azriel (whose shadows are potentially Made, if not himself), Elain, Feyre, Amren, Miryam, Jurian, Gwyn and a whole lot of priestesses besides...

Too crazy? Probably, but that's why theorising is fun!

TOG SPOILERS BELOW

* Another theory I know I share with others, but at least @ladynightcourt3 and @psychologynerd, is that Azriel's shadows could be Valg. What if Valg have a living bond back to their respectful Valg King? If @fawnandshadows is correct that Koschei/death gods twisted the Cauldron, could this be how? Valg magic?

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