#Sophia Monad

[tharenia]

i would like to see P with even longer hair please and thank you!

[sanaez214]

Lies of P fan art. Sorry for late to draw about DLC. I can't wait to play it!

[casakhelone]

WIP: The Blue Companions (2023)

A sketch from 2023 of P & Sophia based off the paintings The Blue Boy (Thomas Gainsborough) and Pinkie (Thomas Lawrence).

The first image is Pinocchio's part of the portrait that I started developing during a livestream at the beginning of 2024.

[eyes-of-nine]

got the real boy ending yesterday, love this weird freak sm, would never want to be in his vicinity<33

[eddfou]

I think the characters are drawn a bit too small for Tumblr's narrow posts so I prefer it zoomed in and cropped, but at least it's done

[emlan]

P the magpie ✨

Father's no fun but he did allow his son to keep wearing the cat brooch he liked the most.

[eternalergo]

Geppetto's puppet . . . we need your help.

[sonrycosplay]

Lies of P • Sophia

cos by me, photo by Chatsky

[motilyochek]

Happy Lies of P Anniversary!

[kdval]

Lies of P

[tharenia]

big fan of the idea of sophia being taller in her new body

[draculafavor]

Lies of P in-game characters portraits 🦋

characters in each of the portrait: Geppetto's son Carlo, young Antonia Cerasani, assumed Sophia Monad, Archbishop Andreus

[ika-tko]

Commission of Sophia and Pinocchio. Thank you so much!!

[hyakunana]

Daily Hotel Krat: Yelp

[eddfou]

WIP again. Slow progress and I still don't know where to put the butterflies. I need to finish this before the end of the week or i'll go insane.

Wretched creatures my beloved

[marsborne]

Strands of Change - Pinocchio x Reader

After defeating the King of Puppets, Pinocchio has been experiencing significant changes. - warnings: none - word count: 605

You stand there on the second floor of the hotel, gently stroking Spring, the ginger cat who had claimed your curious and gentle puppet's heart from the very first day.

Geppetto is holed up in his study, immersed in his usual tinkerings, while Polendina has wandered off somewhere, though you faintly recall him mentioning a desire to speak with Pinocchio.

The moment feels quiet, still, but then a faint noise catches your attention. You step closer to the railing, peering down into the lobby, and your eyes widen.

There they stand, both Sophia and Pinocchio, speaking in soft tones. He has finally returned. Yet something about him seems... different. The puppet beside her doesn’t look quite the same. Has his hair grown longer?

Your gaze lingers on him, drawn irresistibly, while Spring meows plaintively at your side, swatting at your arm in protest of your sudden inattention. Her little paws tug at you, but you don’t move, you can’t move. Not yet.

Finally, after a beat that stretches on for what feels like forever, you take a deep breath and descend the stairs, your heart light yet heavy in the same moment. He sees you immediately, of course. He always does. Pinocchio steps toward you, meeting you halfway, and you reach out, resting your hands gently on his shoulders. Your eyes take him in with quiet reverence, a soft awe you don’t try to hide.

And he tenses, just slightly, beneath your touch.

"You...your hair..." Your voice is soft, almost a whisper, filled with something he can’t quite name.

At your words, he stiffens further, his mind spiraling into uncertainty. Does this change make him... less? Less worthy? Less of what you want? His voice is hesitant, testing the fragile waters of your reaction.

"Is it...not okay?"

His question is barely above a murmur, yet it carries the weight of his fears. He is learning, changing, becoming more human with every passing day, and with that growth comes the anxiety of never quite knowing what is right or wrong, what is enough.

"What? No! No, no, no, dear," you blurt out, your tone swift and urgent, as if to dispel every doubt clouding his mind. "It's perfectly fine."

Without thinking, your fingers move to tuck a stray strand of his dark, soft hair behind his ear. Your hand lingers, cupping his cold, freckled cheek with a tenderness that feels like home.

"I think you look beautiful," you say, and your words are a quiet melody, carried on the warmth of a gentle smile. And he was. He really was beautiful.

Pinocchio’s mechanical heart stutters, his springs tightening as if trying to contain the weight of his emotions. In this moment, he feels weightless, floating, soaring, as if the simple way you look at him could unmake and remake him all at once.

This feeling, he thinks, must be what it means to change. To be real. To be human. And it’s all he wants. Though, in truth, he’s known what he wants for a long time now.

He wants you.

He wants you.

The spell of the moment is broken by the soft circling of Spring around your legs, her tail curling with playful insistence. You chuckle at her antics, a sound that draws a small but unmistakable smile from Pinocchio.

From her place nearby, Sophia watches, a knowing look in her eye and a quiet grin curling at her lips. She says nothing, but in her silence, there is understanding, an acknowledgment of a love that is growing, tender and real, between a human and a puppet who is learning to love.

Lowkey losing my nerves over this game but it's pino so it's alr <3 I beat the king of puppets yesterday and got reminded of something that I thought of like a year ago and oh OH. I had to write this