#eugénie lop

[hyakunana]

Casually sketching them casually checking his Legion Arm up :3

[selenadem]

chibi doodles of some Lies of P characters :3

[echosong971]

when your boyf is too tall...

[maxyvert]

I was thinking a lot where to put this..but I don't really want to upload it to my side blog and don't wanna make a new one either. I know this is not why ppl follow this account but still, enjoy this shitpost 🙏✨

More under the cut-

These ideas were suggested by the nice people from the official lop server :D

Credit to theblueeyedeagle for some of the screenshots!

[naivesilver]

I can see why people would readily ship Eugénie and P and I support their endeavors but tbh I will never be able to perceive them as such. To me their dynamic will always be "siblings who are neurodivergent in two different directions who annoy and egg each other on in equal measure" and I know the rest of the hotel dwellers are SICK of them

[frie-ice]

I got the idea for this Lies of P collage when I came across echosong971's ship drawings on P and Eugénie. Although part of me would want to ship LOP Pinocchio with Sophia Monad, but him and Eugénie are cute too.

Eugénie is believed to be based on Eugene (Eugenio) from the original book, but like Eugénie who is a friend to P,  Eugene resents Pinocchio for being a better student. So the group of bullies he is a part of decide to make the living puppet pay by throwing school books at him. One of those books was Pinocchio's as it ends up hitting Eugene in the head and falls unconscious on the ground. Even though Pinocchio was the only one who stayed behind to tend to Eugene, the carabineers mistaken Pinocchio of being Eugene's aggressor and arrest him, all because he owns the book that hurt.

After learning this I was surprised, considered how nice Eugénie is to our hero. I know that lying is the key part of becoming human in the game, but there will be times when you have to tell the truth, one of those times will be directed at Eugénie. As that truth will uncover a secret that is connected to someone who once saved Eugénie.

[serafiel-jacobs]

New Beginnings (FANFIC)

This is a continuation of my previous fic, I´m making this AU series, where things have gone back to normal and the characters have normal lives.

You don't exactly have to read the first part to understand but I highly recommend it.

Also, Pinocchio isn't a puppet but he isn't a human. He is something unique, but he isn't 100% one or the other.

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Rebuilding Krat was no easy task, the threats might be gone but the situation was tense, the citizens felt unease. Giving out the cure for the prettification disease was the easiest task ironically, finding the cure might have been hard but it was relatively easy to make, even without the help of alchemists.

Speaking of, alchemists were never seen in a positive light by the majority of the public but now it was downright hostility, if an alchemist was found in a community, the people would riot and mobs would kick them out, it was quite a miracle that the violence didn’t end up into lynching.

Construction was somewhat going well, the architecture in Krat historically had solid bases but repairing historical building have been a challenging task, houses in more impoverished communities took a hit the hardest, and the people were frustrated by the lack of support by the falling government to help them, their issues had always been kept last, even before everything went to hell in Krat.

What eased their minds is that Lady Antonia stepped up, she offered those without a home refuge inside the hotel, the offer was taken, and eventually, those who managed to have a new home left, still, some still remain in the hotel rooms.

Venigni helped as well, his eccentric genius shouldn’t have been underestimated, providing jobs, funding public projects, he even building a hospital, Venigni’s popularity was at an all-time high, and many saw him as a savior after the crisis, of course success breeds jealousy, but all the good he had done was worth recognizing.

Surprisingly Eugénie opened a flourishing business, the people sought weapons to defend themselves if worse came to be, and her expertise came in handy, although she disliked violence, she understood why people wanted to defend themselves, like when she helped Pinocchio in his journey, and she was thrilled to see her family’s legacy be recognized.

When it came to the puppet issue, the public was divided, half understood the situation when explained fully, that they truly meant no harm and were trying to protect them, and the other half was enraged, due to this, no new puppets were being built, even if they would be more helpful for hard labor both Geppetto and Venigni decided it was for the best to not stir the pot.

Polendina and Pulchinella were barraged with insults yet no one dared harm them, as a sign of respect for Antonia and Venigni.

Pinocchio’s situation was.. tricky.

He saved them all, no doubt about that, but there was the fear of him attacking the humans and becoming evil, due to his strength he would be a downright unstoppable force, Geppetto made sure he wasn’t seen by the public, for the sake of his son as well, he didn’t need the unnecessary stress, and there was still much to teach them, sure he was polite, had manners but there was still much he didn’t understand.

Geppetto could sense that people either pitied him or didn’t think he was in his full mental faculties, gossip runs fast, so it was basically public knowledge that Pinnochio looked like his deceased son Carlo.

He couldn’t really blame them, Geppetto had recognized that he had truly lost his senses for a period of time, grief makes you do things that your irrational mind thinks rational, especially losing a child, it's a pain he wouldn’t wish upon anyone.

But Pinnochio was his own being, Geppetto had made his peace, he had two sons, and he wouldn’t neglect his second child for Carlo anymore.

After months, they went back to his home, he stayed at the hotel to help in every way he could but he was tired, and Antonia insisted he get rest, everything that happened had taken a toll on him, and if she and Venigni had given themselves time to rest so should he.

His house was on the outskirts of Krat, on a small hill just outside the city, his house wasn’t big or extravagant, unlike Venigni, he remembered going to his house a few times, well, going to his mansion, huge, filled with tons of fancy decorations, five floors filled with rooms for anything you can think of.

In contrast, his house was smaller, not tiny, yet not that big either, with two floors, and the second floor was just an attic for storage.

Geppetto opened the door, entering filled him with a sense of nostalgia, Pinocchio curious as a cat, was looking around the house, looking at every small detail, Gemini making small talk with him, he was happy of the strong bond they shared. Gemini was more assertive, Pinocchio was shy and Gemini tended to speak up on his behalf.

Everything was intact, Geppetto was glad the destruction didn’t reach his home, and glad he had emptied his fridge, he didn’t want the chore of having to throw away moldy food.

The living room connected to the kitchen, and next to it was a door that led to his workshop room, down the hall was his own room.

And Carlos’s room.

He had kept the room exactly the same since his death, he entered sometimes, but he never stayed for too long, so as to not break his heart further. Pinocchio… he obviously needed to have a place of his own and it wouldn’t be fair to him to be stuck in the living room, even if he didn’t really sleep per se, he did need time to recharge his own energy.

“Hey, Pinocchio pull me down from here!”

Gemini was hanging from a wooden clock, dangling from side to side, it was cute, but clearly not very fun for poor Gemini, Pinocchio teasingly smiled, before grabbing him back, instead putting him on a small desk and him sitting on the couch next to it.

Geppetto sat with him, he was tired and old, too old to be dealing with the entire situation, his joints weren’t what they used to be, but he was a stubborn man, he didn’t want his age to stop him from living his life.

Until evening they sat together, a brief talk about mundane things, a part of him wanted to ask him what became of Sophia, but he could tell that it was something that it wasn’t for him to know or understand, despite his distrust of alchemists, he was fond of Sophia, she was a kind person.

Geppetto needed to buy some food, he couldn’t bring Pinocchio with him, but he assured him he would be back soon.

“Don’t worry Mr. Geppetto I’ll make sure he doesn’t break anything” chirped Gemini, Pinocchio looked annoyed, shaking the small cage a bit.

“Alright, alright; he is a good boy and would never break anything.

He gave a small chuckle and with that, he left to buy what he needed.

…

Geppetto came back by the end of dawn, exhausted, maybe it was a mistake to live on the other side of the city, nowhere close to the center where most vendors resided.

As he opened the door, he was Pinnochio sitting on the couch reading a book Gemini on top of them, two other books laid on the table, happy to see that his own enjoy reading, he greed them both. After arranging the groceries, he joined them, asking him about what he was reading, and Pinocchio was happy to oblige, as he described the plot of the books, he could see the passion in his eyes, it made Geppetto feel comfort, and an intimate bond between them, a moment between father and son.

As it got late, Geppetto’s need to sleep got the better of him, it was time to go to bed.

He signaled Pinocchio to follow him down the hall, he had to see his new room.

As his hand pressed against the doorknob, he hesitated, a part of him, a selfish part of him didn’t want to give up Carlos’s room, even if it was lying unused, but he couldn’t be selfish anymore, he needed to be a good father, and with a deep breath he opened the room.

Carlos’s room.

A single bed in the middle of it, in the right corner his closet where his old clothes and belongings were, on the right corner a desk, with a fee of his study books, two drawers that contained notebooks or personal items, a small wooden box contained some of the old toys that he never got rid of.

Next to the bed was a couch, where Romeo would sit and rest at night next to him.

Pinocchio stepped forward and looked around the room.

“This… is your room, take good care of it son, I’m… going to got to bed, your old man is ready tired… good night” Geppetto left the room, he didn’t want to feel sentimental and bring the mood down.

He went towards his room, not much different than Carlos’s room, a closet and drawers with his belongings, a desk on the side with books and writing utensils, his queen side bed, next to it a small table, that held a photo frame.

He, Carlo, and his beloved wife.

He decided to just change his clothes and go to sleep, he can’t let the past consume him again.

Yet Geppetto lay awake at night, as time passed he couldn’t attain sleep, he tried to not let his thoughts get the better of him, but it was a hardship conquering his own demons.

Suddenly the small crack of his door opening got his attention, he sat in his bed to see in the dark Pinocchio standing in his room. He was wearing pajamas that belonged to Carlo.

“Oh Pinocchio, is there something you need?”

Pinocchio looked at him and grabbed his own hands, feeling nervous, eyes on the ground”

“I.. couldn’t rest”

He looked up to Geppetto.

“This is going to sound silly, but, can I… can I sleep on your bed? With you?”

Geppetto tried not to cry, his emotions a whirlpool of sadness and joy.

“Yes, of course, you can son, come here”

Pinocchio sat on the bed next to him, pulling the sheets, now both lying on the bed together.

Geppetto closed his eyes, the sleep was finally coming to him, he felt at ease.

He turned to face his son and wrapped his arms around him, and Pinocchio embraced him back.

[milkyberryjsk]

the real alidoro would have really cherished those gloves btw

[yorufox]

Red Lobster Inn discord server has an event now and we are drawing the LOP characters for Chuseok. I drew Eugénie in a hanbok. Happy 추석 !!

[pinocchioswife]

My brain keeps thinking about a LOP x FFXIV au.

Like, I was thinking P would be a Viera and probably would be DRK or RDM.

Then Gen, I’m kinda indecisive between Roe, Highlander or Viera too. As for her job, probably WAR or that possible melee pirate class 👀

Eugénie would either be Lala or Miqo. She’d absolutely be MCH.

Sophia is Middie and then her job would be WHM, AST or maybe even BLU LOL

Venigni is an Elezen, I’m not quite sure what his job might be. Perhaps MCH too.

Maybe he could be a crafter with Eugénie.

Geppetto is absolutely Highlander, Godbert vibes. Probably be a SCH or goldsmith.

Simon easily would he Garlean, I can see GNB with the artificial Echo. Like they did for Zenos and Fordola.

Antonia would suit middie or Elezen. Absolutely would be BLM. She radiates Master Matoya vibes.

Romeo would be Miqo, his job would be RPR or DRG.

[miratenebrarum]

If our muses have a relationship together (platonic, familial, romantic, sexual, enemies, rivals, etc.), what do your other muses think about us? // If all your muses could play a musical instrument, which instrument would each of them play? // Which of your muse(s) is your complete opposite? (x)

[ UNTITLED MULTI ASKS ; ACCEPTING ]

if our muses have a relationship together (platonic, familial, romantic, sexual, enemies, rivals, etc.), what do your other muses think about us?

[ for now i think the only muses who have a well-enstablished relationship, in both cases platonic, are my P and Venigni with your P fanmdsf so. from the pov of my other LoP muses at the hotel, i think that the one w venigni was the "easiest" to get used to it, at least when it came to accepting their weird friendship and venigni's 'dadness', especially since a lot of them know about his Tragic Backstory nobody's surprised to see him become so fatherly, so quickly getting used to the experiments on the back of the hotel, on the other hand, is still a work in progress. Eugénie is very interested, while Antonia would love if they avoided burning her flowers down again FNSDM

as for the double puppets situation. well. that's odd, right? that's very odd. I do think that ironically enough the one person who isn't used to it yet, in this case, is Eugénie! Venigni probably is more curious than confused, Antonia accepted that it's either yet another sign that geppetto or Krat itself is getting weirder, but Eugénie just. sits there. watches them bicker and fight and try to climb the hotel's Stargazer for no reason, and generally mixing them up

dare i say? lowkey older sibiling coded. candace w phineas and ferb kind of relationship going on w them lmao

....and then we'll see if Something happens w karl and bonnie idk :^) ]

going under read more bc im struck with Ramblingitis today apparently lmao

If all your muses could play a musical instrument, which instrument would each of them play?

[ ALL OF THEM. OOF. OKAY. going with the canons, Karl plays the violin and both Pinocchio and Antonia play the piano, and so far so good. now let's see, divided from fandoms ig afnsdg

Amalia would probably play some sort of wooden instruments, likely a flute. likely a pan flute. I can't really see Aloe play anything honestly, but if I have to imagine him w an instrument I'm biased and my thought immediately goes for the violin for him too, specifically bc of this taunt of medic tf2 who's. lowkey one of his biggest inspirations

Bendy would play anything the scene wants him to play, really. the piano? the violin? the drums? the fiddle the maracas the church's organ? the answer is yes. i do think the fiddle is by far the best choice for him tho

Micolash would play something with strings. to me. i know it might sound odd but he's harp-coded imo.

Skinboy would play the piano but in a "captain hook in shrek 2" kinda way. to me. bc funny

Dismas is another guy I really can't see pick up an instrument, like. at all. Out of them all I do see him tinkering with a bass, or once again something small with strings he could bring around during camping, but I don't think he'd like it. contrary to Zazel who's soooo percussion coded let her smash a big bass drum

Laure with a lute. it would be funny. Laure lute Laure lute Laure lute Laure l and yea the Queen plays the piano. To me. Specifically a fortepiano

the Lady wouldn't gaf about instruments just give her a triangle and she's going to be happy. and throw it at people. like i really tried to think about it but she has better things to do </3

do I wanna say Cahara plays some old-timey string instrument again? I'd say the closest thing to a guitar you can pick, he can probably play it; Enki was probably taught to play some instruments in case they were necessary for some spells, but never picked them up again afterwards. Anyway he's cello coded

okay here we go someone give Eugénie a violin I think she'd have fun. And a guitar to Bonnie. I wanna say electric guitar that'd be funny. and I bet you're thinking Venigni is a piano or a cello-- WRONG he's percussion coded to me. Give him some drums and let him let loose he'd have so much fun

166 was probably taught to play some instruments while in the convent, but even if she occasionally played the organ during masses I do see her play the flute much more, and it fits her much better. on the contrary Shaw isn't allowed anymore to play the drums after. The Incidents. it's okay bc he's cymbals coded to me instead tho

...this sure took a while to reply fnsdg ]

Which of your muse(s) is your complete opposite?

[ EASY SCP-166 and Zazel. i could pick the Skintaker and Karl as well instead of our Ringleader, but they have a whole sad backstory going on. 166 is a good Christian girl who's also the daughter of the Goddess of Nature, while Zazel is some fucked up girlie who experimented on herself to become half-eldritch being and holds epic tournament where people fight to the death

alternatively 166 and Micolash but he didn't recieve godhood yet so no matter how many people he sacrificed to enter the Nightmare he's still a step lower to literally pinkie pie if she had a gun ]

[sylusjinwoon]

can we bring back fluff era for LOP headcanon? LMAO. Bashful pinocchio too shy to confess on his darling for a long time until Lampwick or Eugénie makes a plan on making him confess to tired to see him sulk as his beloved is too clueless to even notice his deep love for her—

his darling always takes his attempts at flirting with her to just him being nice ♡

each time he opens the door for her, she thanks him with such a wide smile on her face.

each time he gifts her some flowers (bought from an actual flower shop as advised from eugenie and lampwick) she simply thanks him for the gift and how much brighter it made her day.

pinocchio is honestly so surprised at how dense his beloved is. does he just have to tell her how he feels? what does he have to do to obtain her love?

this goes on for months on end- until he cannot take it anymore.

he calls her out one evening under the excuse of needing her help with something. so when his darling finally meets him, he immediately calls out her name before placing a gentle kiss against her lips.

cue her eyes widening with surprise, her mouth open in a slight gape as the blood is felt rushing to her cheek.

"i'm in love with you."

and that's finally the moment the realization dawns on her, with her heart quickly palpitating as the two souls slowly come together as blooming lovers.

[echosong971]

gentle

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happy valentine's day ♥️

[echosong971]

in honor of p's new drip <3

[naivesilver]

me during every ng+ replay of lop: *tests different weapons, tries different approaches, completes quests coming from previously unexplored directions*

me every time I find alidoro in the endgame, without fail: GET SLICED TRAITOR BOY

[naivesilver]

hmmm I'll give you a lot of options with this one and say anything of your choosing off the 'questions starters' for lies of p? 😊

Listen. There are SO many characters I love in LoP - the boi himself, Romeo etc. But do you know who I will ALWAYS go to bat for? That's right, it's Eugénie 💞💞💞 this is inspired by my absolutely batshit first run of the game AND its "Free from the Puppet String" ending, thanks

Question Starters

"Do you feel alright?"

Eugénie doesn't expect the boy to come look for her because, frankly, she doesn't expect to be the person he needs, right now.

Not that there are many people left, honestly. Sophia is gone. Geppetto is gone. Antonia is wasting away to nothingness, and Polendina is an ever vigilant shadow by her side, as helpful and devoted as he always was. If there weren't a thousand and one things Eugénie can and must do to keep herself busy, she wagers she'd be going insane at the moment, what with the world falling to pieces as she speaks.

Still, fixing things is her job and her vocation. Perhaps taking a hammer and some boards to the walls of Hotel Krat might be a slight misuse of it, but weapons and machinery - that she can still do blindfolded, so when the boy comes and wordlessly holds out his legion arm for her to inspect, she accepts it without question, clearing some space on her cluttered worktable and turning on the nearest lamp. She might not be Mr. Venigni, but that doesn't mean she's useless, thank you very much.

He remains silent as Eugénie pokes and prods at him, but that doesn't faze her - he's a quiet one, this guy, always has been. She's plenty used to having to fill the silence herself, and heavens, does she need to, presently, with the doom and gloom still hovering over their heads. "It's not doing too bad- you took good care of it, you know? I just need to replace a couple springs in here."

No answer, which is just typical. What's not typical, however, is the way he seems to freeze at the words - Eugénie lifts her head from her work, pushing her glasses up to squint at him, and finds him staring vacuously ahead, all tense and curled up on himself, the other arm tucked in the folds of his coat. "Do you- are you feeling alright?"

It wouldn't be unheard of for him, to be hiding some sort of injury or- or mechanical damage, she guesses. He seems the type to avoid drawing too much attention to himself, especially at a time like this, with their generous host dying a painful death and after what Geppetto tried to make him do. Eugénie is quite ready to bully him into getting a check up, personally, but before she can conjure up a good scolding he pulls his hand out, dropping something on the table between them.

It's not blood, or grease, or, God forbid, a metal plate from his chest. Instead it's a pair of leather gloves, wonkily stitched but brand new, clearly never worn before. Eugénie chokes out a gasp, despite her best intention - she recognizes those gloves, because of course she does. She made them, after all. She made them for Alidoro, long before he...before they...

"Where did you get these?" She asks, breathlessly. "Why do you have them?"

Once again, she gets no reply. What she gets, instead, is the legion arm pulled out of her weak grasp, almost guiltily and still half-opened, and a weak, low voice whispering: "I'm sorry."

"I don't understand. Why- what happened?"

"I lied to you. Alidoro never...he said they were rubbish, but I knew it would make you upset, so I didn't tell you. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

"Oh. I see." Eugénie glances down at the gloves again, feeling a small shiver run through her like a drop of icy water. She is a solid, practical woman, she's always thought, but these things look as dark as a bad omen, right now - the betrayal is a sharp stab in her chest, but then again she should have gotten used to it by now, shouldn't she?

"I guess I should have seen it coming," she hears herself say, distantly, forcedly light, as though it came from someone else's mouth. "He was never as nice as I'd remembered him, once he got here."

"That's because he wasn't the real Alidoro." He hasn't raised his voice even a smidge, damn him. Eugénie has to strain to hear him, and yet she feels as if paralyzed, hypnotized by what he has to say. "The real Alidoro is dead. That man killed him for- for gold. He'd been lying to everyone about his identity, for months."

"How- how do you know that? When did he tell you?"

"After the Alchemists' attack, I- I wasn't looking for him, but he was in the path, and he was cowering, and- and then I killed him."

Where earlier he was as still as a slab of stone, now he's shaking like a leaf, a full-body tremble that goes from his hair to the tip of his shoes. His face is crumpling into something that might be fury, or shame, or even just realization of all that's fallen on their shoulders; if he was capable of crying, Eugénie thinks he would be, by this point.

"He called you a stupid girl," he continues, and he's never sounded as hoarse as he does now, nor as emotional, far from any other puppet she's met before.

"He lied to you and- and he said you were the reason why he told the Alchemists about the hotel, and I know he was just a coward, but he- He did all that for money, and he couldn't even be nice to you. And he used me. I- I shouldn't have done that, but I'd seen the hotel and I was so angry-"

He won't meet her gaze, but Eugénie simply stares at him as he trails off all the same, hands folded in her lap. There is a cynical, logical part of her that tells her that she should be angry, horrified, even, at all these lies and tall tales, at a friend of hers killing a man out of pure frustration, like a rabid dog. This is what she would have done, no doubt, before Hotel Krat was destroyed.

But Hotel Krat is in shatters around her, and all she can think of is this boy, this angry, fragile thing that isn't fully human and yet isn't a real puppet anymore, who's had to watch his father die after being forced to make many a terrible choice and still wanted to come clean about what he did in the name of caring for her, as though that was the worst mistake of his life. As though it had been the last straw who managed to break his back, even after Simon Manus did his worst to get the same result.

She could be giving him any of her usual witticisms, right now. Instead, she gets up, slowly and without a word, and steps around the table to get closer to the boy, wrapping her arms around him.

He startles in her grasp, stunned, but Eugénie doesn't let go. He smells of gasoline and decay, and this is hardly her preferred method of comfort, but all of it only makes her hold him tighter, and for a split second she almost forgets who's actually holding who upright, in truth.

"Thank you for telling me the truth," she whispers, low enough that it doesn't echo, even in the hotel's cavernous, suddenly too empty arched galleries.

"And- thank you for trying to spare me, earlier. I know you only wanted to make me happy. It's not your fault that any of this happened. You were just trying to do the right thing."

There is a lull of silence, one that seems to stretch for decades. Then, haltingly, the boy lifts his arms and clings to her, the motion feeling nearly desperate, like a child begging for company after a long, dark nightmare even if the chandeliers above them are still burning sun-bright. He doesn't stop shaking, but it seems more focused, almost, true relief instead of simple rage.

And all throughout that Eugénie holds him, waiting for the moment to pass, watching those small, blasted, handmade gloves just lay there, innocently, mockingly, amongst her beloved tools.