The Hunter's Green Test run
After some awkward conversation brandon had asked if they had ever combined the 2 processes and coupled them with radio or subspace broadband to make a meat puppet.
The dog and the cuttlefish
I am a god, not a puppet by mortal hands!_ just to spite the eldritch creature, saggal willed an orange light construct around his left fist.
Pinocchio prequel
She asked with an expression of quickening interest.** **geppetto pointed at a puppet. "his name is pinocchio," he said.
The Story Teller: Daedalus & Icarus
Daedalus whispered in a solemn word as he stared upon his puppet that lay on the table. ' we don't want him to! what will he do to you?' they asked as he lifted the puppet by one hand with a sudden anger in his form. ' i am king minos!
Deltarune: A Jester's Game
Until my puppet strings are nearly cut. we both know i can come back from such a thing...and i know you're the only one who can really hurt me."
Short Poetry Collection
Metamorphosis rejecting this puppet i slither out and prefer, instead, more appropriate skin my puppet-self has no power to shout but my other face i feel stronger in.
Journeys of Time 5
**Journeys of Time 5: Forged by Glacial Scars** **This story is copyrighted to SashaWS/ArtisticEastern, containing characters owned by various people used with permission.** **Any usage or posting of this story under the claim of being your own is...
Cybera - an erotic cyberpunk thriller - Chapter 15
I think it was somebody else that was puppeting him." the wolf nodded, moving to press her back against the wall just beside one of the large holes that had been blown into the kitchen.
The Mook Maker, Chapter 61: Wind of Change
Then they deposited a few puppeteered humans who were going to facilitate the conversation once the human delegation arrived.
The Mook Maker, Chapter 57: Above The Flesh and Bones
"i'll need a fleshspeaker too, with the puppet too," i added, "we have to try to pry information out of that scribe."
A lost bet (commission for DinoPony)
Morpheus was guiding him patiently, pulling from his wrist like a puppeteer pulling from strings, and it did look like the smaller dragon was his puppet, a very sleepy puppet in any case - a sleepwalking puppet, maybe.
Oasis
Klein was acting like his arm was a puppet's arm, daring all comers to pull on his strings and to make him dance, as exhausted as he really was.