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borreall · 2 months ago
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♡ Happy 1 year anniversary to Lies of P! ♡
In the August of 2023, I got to see the trailer for what I tought was a dark retelling of Pinocchio and I got happy, because I wanted to add it to my collection of dark retellings of fairy tales in video games. In the July of 2024 I got to play it and I got that,and much more than that.
Happy 1 year anniversary to one of my favorite games ever and the first souls game I played! <3
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callme-l · 10 months ago
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People who haven't read the books don't know that they have just witnessed the birth of one of the biggest rivalries in the saga (Percy and Ares), second only to Zeus and taking care of his children
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judasisgayriot · 9 months ago
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Pole Out Boy and their missed calling in life (x) (Pete: (The new record's) definitely a lot sexier than the last one. Patrick: There's a lot more slinky outfits, and, you know, garter belts.)
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 2 months ago
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Eddie: So, Chrissy's made out with Steve at a party once, I know for sure that Nancy's kissed Steve. . .is there anyone in this room besides myself who hasn't kissed Steve?
Of Jonathan, Argyle, Vickie, Steve, Chrissy, Nancy, and Robin. . .only Jonathan and Vickie raised their hands. Everyone looked at Robin in surprise.
Robin: *shrugs* I was curious. . .I still don't like men like that, if you're wondering.
Jonathan: Wait. . .Argyle, when did you kiss Steve?
Steve: A couple of months after he got here, he lured me into his van with weed, and we started talking about our hair. . . Well, one thing led to another. . .
Eddie: Damn. . .I feel left out.
Steve: Well, you can always change that.
Eddie: *to Chrissy* Baby?
Chrissy: *laughing* Go ahead.
Eddie leans over and kisses Steve.
Argyle: Schmackin.
Eddie: Vickie? You want a hit?
Vickie: *laughing* I'm good with only kissing Robin, thanks.
Steve: *grinning* I'm not for everyone.
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count-pudding · 21 days ago
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thekidsarentalright · 11 months ago
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figured on not figuring myself out
my birthday gift to my dear bff kelci @josephtrohman <3!! i hope you love this, and happy birthday 💕!!!!
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ssetchubai · 3 months ago
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Lies of P fandom, I really want to hear your opinion!
I would be very grateful if you would describe your opinion in more detail: is this possible? Will he be happy? Will he be able to continue living without the burden of the past? Or is it better for him to stay dead?
I've read a lot of opinions on Reddit. Many people want to learn more about Romeo or become his ally (without tragic consequences). And I would like to hear your opinion.
Thank you very much if you take a little time for this post!
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anthony-the-chicken · 8 months ago
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Little nightmares art dump [:
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clownsuu · 1 year ago
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✨Shapes and colors~✨
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A gift for you! Mari is pretty fun to draw! I think her and Toshie would be best friends! An eccentric color blind designer and a chill down to earth emo band kid .
YEAHHHHH SO CUUUTEEE WAAA
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scaredstupid · 5 months ago
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for your information, we're two of a kind!
(this ship is PLATONIC)
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mo-ok · 3 months ago
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would you like a red boy? hold out your hand i'll give you a red boy 🥰
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grandcovenant · 11 months ago
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carlo's inherent tragedy as a character means that if he hadn't died young he would've gone through something worse. the horrifying realization that he inherited his father's personality <3
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pharawee · 6 months ago
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More promos of Best, Seng, Nokia and Jaonine for Knock Knock, Boys!
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chemdisaster · 11 months ago
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wrote this on a plane while drinking to the new year and my birthday, so literally partly in 2023 and partly in 2024. belongs to my brand new modern au where the bad boys are childhood friends.
warning: because i'm me, it ends the way it does in limited life. as a result, much pain and suffering and jimmy is dead in this one
Joel gets in trouble with the law again, and again, and again. Minor offences at first, drinking in public and one instance of attempting to shoplift a cheap pack of gum that makes Grian about implode upon himself with incredulity—Joel has money, what in the world!—before he recognises it as Jimmy's favourite flavour.
They deal with that, too. He dutifully bails his friend out every time and does his best not to ask too many questions. The situation is far from ideal, but on some level he understands—everyone deals with grief in their own way. With luck, this should pass.
Then, Joel pulls a knife on Scott and has to pay a ridiculous amount of money to keep him from pressing charges.
That's when Grian loses it.
"What the fuck, Joel," he rants in the car on their way back from the police station. "What the actual fuck were you thinking."
From his far-too-relaxed position in the passenger seat, Joel snorts.
"He deserved it."
Grian sputters.
"He deserv—what, no, Joel, this is serious. You can't just go around pulling knives on people, that's not—what the hell is wrong with you?!" he bursts out, and surprises himself with the vehemence behind his exclamation.
And then Joel does something incredibly, infuriatingly Joel.
He rolls his eyes and asks, "Why do you care?"
In that moment, Grian wants nothing more than to punch him.
Steeling himself, he schools his expression into one of indifference. Two can play this game.
"I don't."
"Sure you don't."
"No, I'm being serious, Joel. By all means, continue self-destructing—but I'm not sticking around to watch. So far you've crossed every line humanly possible, and I just—"
His resolve breaks. For a moment, he takes his eyes off the road to stare earnestly at Joel, who looks away the moment he meets his gaze.
"The way you're heading, I'm about to become a singular Bad Boy," Grian confesses to the back of Joel's head. "And I don't want to see that happen. I've lost Jimmy, I don't want to lose you, too."
A pause.
Eventually, Joel forces out through gritted teeth, "Stop the car."
"What?"
"Stop the car. Stop the fucking car right now."
Grian slams on the brakes, and the car's barely had time to skid to a halt before Joel is wrenching the door open and setting off, walking briskly along the edge of the road.
Scrambling to get out of his own seat, Grian follows.
"Wait, no," he calls out. "Joel, what are you doing?"
"Leaving," Joel spits, barely turning around, his words carrying across the wind. "You're sick of having to deal with me? Congratulations, today's your lucky day. You'll never have to see my face ever again."
"No, Joel, that's not what I meant—"
"Oh yeah?" Joel swivels around. "Well, then I pray you, tell me what you really meant. Go on, Grian. Tell me why I shouldn't have killed Scott right there on the spot."
Advancing, he pushes at Grian's chest.
"Tell me, Grian," he repeats, and his voice gains a note of something resembling hysteria. "Tell me what's oh-so-wrong with me. Tell me why I'm the one who's wrong and everything isn't fucked, tell me, Grian—"
Grian gently catches Joel's wrists before his knuckles can come into contact with his face. Carefully, he says, "Scott didn't kill Jimmy. Jimmy's death was—"
"An accident, I know," Joel snaps. "It's always the accidents with him, isn't it? Missing steps, tripping over his own feet, falling off fucking bridges—"
Unable to do much more, Grian nods. Because Joel is right. It is always the accidents—it was, and they always joked about Jimmy being cursed, but now that he's gone, Grian can't help but wonder if the curse was really on them all along.
Feeling the tension slowly seep away from Joel's wrists, Grian loosens his grip and brings their hands down, interlocking their fingers. Joel lets him, and a temporary calm settles over the shore, but Grian knows him too well to believe that this means that the storm is over.
Sure enough, a moment later, Joel laughs, quietly and without any humour.
"You're full of shit, Grian."
Grian blinks, taken aback, and says nothing.
Joel continues, "You're actually, genuinely full of shit. Jimmy's gone, and you're expecting me to, what, not be at all messed up?"
Grian still doesn't answer. He doesn't know what to say, what he could possibly say to prove to his friend that he does care, he does, cares so much that it feels like he's going to rip apart from the inside if he lets himself dwell on it for any longer than he already is—every minute of every waking day.
Joel gives him a long, searching look, and whatever he finds makes his tone turn downright venomous when he carries on, "Oh, but it's easy for you, isn't it? You haven't cried or—or anything, you don't fucking—you don't give a shit, do you?"
He rips his hands away, stumbles backwards.
"Ever the reasonable one, always telling me to calm down, right? WELL I CAN'T CALM DOWN, MY FRIEND IS FUCKING DEAD!"
Grian levels a look at Joel, meets his enraged, devastated expression head-on.
"Joel, I'm just saying, this isn't the way to grieve. This is—you're destroying yourself, Timmy wouldn't have wanted you to—"
"Shut the fuck up!"
Silence.
The rapidly descending dark obscures Joel's face, but his sobs ring out loudly in the night.
"Oh, Joel."
With only a moment's hesitation, Grian steps forward and brings his arms around his friend, who instantly goes pliant in his hold. "I hate you, Grian," he cries into his neck, and his shoulders jump. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you—"
Grian sighs, "I know."
I hate myself, too, he doesn't say. Joel weeps with sobs that sound more like wails, and Grian does his best to swallow down the ugly and inhuman thing that rears its head at the base of his throat. He knows that, come tomorrow, none of this will matter, and the only thing that will still hold meaning will be the large gaping hole at their side.
With everything he's been telling Joel, maybe he really is nothing but a huge goddamn hypocrite, after all. Whoever said that it gets better is a fucking liar.
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specialinterestsblog · 1 year ago
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Couldn’t sleep so I started sketching:3
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lordzuuko · 1 year ago
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I want to tattoo grown Pinocchio on my forehead. Didn't think it was possible he'd become even more beautiful. :')
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