#lop pinocchio

[katzsushi]

The colors came out a bit dull but oh well

[evilyunia]

Lies of P was so good it made me fall in love with souls genre again.

Also Lovecraftian mechanical arm? YES???

[eyes-of-nine]

don't mind me just going through my yearly scheduled style crisis, in the meantime enjoy my puppet son

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[eternalergo]

yeah neowiz I'm waiting for more alternative outfits now hurry the fuck up please

[senoleaf]

"Geppetto's puppet, we need your help"

[dvinaamesca]

[no-face-no-shame]

I keep thinking about the relationship between Carlo and Romeo and how it's just central to the motive of P becoming human.

I'd argue that regardless of whether you see their relationship as platonic or romantic, there is no doubt that it's based on love. Very intense love, one that runs so deeply that it's the only thing that's left of Carlo.

Carlo is dead. Completely gone. P is not him, and never was. If death is like crossing an ocean, Carlo is on the other side while Romeo is stuck in his boat in the middle.

You could think that considering Carlo's backstory, his strongest memory/feeling should be hatred towards Geppetto. But that's gone. There is no hatred preserved in P. The only reminders of Carlo's life are the sorrow that P experiences after killing Romeo and the memories on the beach. When he hears Romeo's voice in his head, he changes even physically - his hair starts growing. It's the first true milestone in his process of becoming human - through grief and longing that he can't comprehend because it's not his own.

Carlo's affection towards Romeo is stronger than his very identity. He can't come back, he's gone and there is almost nothing left of him. What is created in the bad ending is not the same person - there is nothing good in it.

Almost nothing left of Carlo, except for that deep, bitter affection that defeats death. It's not even conscious, being more like an afterimage caused by a camera flash. It exists beyond him, and lives on by starting the process of P becoming a real person.

P is built on love of someone dead towards someone he himself never really knew, and I think it's one of the reasons why the very core of his humanity is longing for something he can't name, only starting his journey

[echosong971]

when your boyf is too tall...

[p01kad0t]

[prismatic-starstuff]

Things to expect as Pinocchio becomes more human...

Eyes gazing longingly at your food, as his body makes sounds that even he hadn't realised he was capable of making. When you eventually realise that his stomach(?) is rumbling and offer him some food... this man practically inhales it, all wide-eyed, meticulously sucking his fingers clean as if he doesn't want to let even a drop go to waste. ...And then he goes back to gazing longingly at your food—

Still on the subject of food: now that he has firsthand experience of it, he wants to start making it for you. He thinks it's a wonderful thing, this stuff that allows people to live and be nourished; and so he wants to make things that you like (and that will allow you to live and be nourished.)

Jokes. ...Maybe they're not great jokes at first; as he starts to develop a sense of humour, he starts at the beginning, and even the most basic and obvious and awful puns absolutely send him into fits of helpless laughs. And so he tries to tell his own; they're not great, but they're extremely cute.

Honestly, when it comes to things like aches and pains and feeling sick, he's... really quite scared at first. He'll approach with wide and teary eyes, expressing that he doesn't know what's happening to him. (Please give him lots of cuddles and reassurances that it's a normal part of human life and that he's not going to die.)

At first, as he gets more used to emotions, he may just... cry. Or burst out into laughter. Or feel very, very frightened. All for seemingly no reason. He's feeling these things more strongly now than he ever has before, and it's not something that he was used to, so he feels everything so much; it definitely takes some getting used to for him.

With this in mind: he becomes extra aware of your emotions. Not that he didn't care before, of course; but now that he understands emotions firsthand, and has personally experienced how bad the negative ones can feel, he's always on the lookout to reassure you and comfort you if he thinks you're not feeling happy.

A heartbeat. Not the occasional gentle mechanical pulse of his P-Organ, but something that for all the world sounds and feels like a genuine heartbeat. If you like to listen to it, he's more than happy to lay with you for as long as you like, fingers gently stroking through your hair.

His body becomes more sensitive. You may notice his breath hitching if your fingers brush his neck while playing with his hair... you may notice how he seems to melt into your warmth when you cuddle him... and you will absolutely notice how he'll squirm and practically cackle if you tickle him.

Smiles. They're tiny and soft at first; just barely there, a little quirk of his lips. He stares a lot - that unblinking stare only a puppet could do - and he stares at you in particular very often; and it becomes more and more common for his lips to just... curve up... slow and sweet... into the loveliest little smiles when you're together or when he's looking at you or when he's thinking about you.

But above all else... what you can always expect from Pinocchio is his kindness, his compassion, his care, his support, and his love. He's given you all of this from the get-go, and he'll give you all of it for as long as you're together; and nothing would please him more than for that to be forever.

[woid-y]

stargazing

[miriamladyvoid]

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Between Flowers and Tangles | P x reader

I thought of a line of thought that P wants to woo the reader and that one form of wooing is to give flowers; the problem is that they didn't explain to him what kind of flora and fauna should be given as a gift as a bouquet and he does things like:

On his first attempt, P arrived at the hotel with an entire tree that he had uprooted from some random place. He held it with both hands, smiling proudly, while Gemini is desperately trying not to laugh.

Determined to improve, Pinocchio chose to collect flowers and herbs, not knowing that some were poisonous. He unintentionally caused a slight allergy to the reader, prompting him to apologize profusely.

On a third try, P decided that twigs with small leaves and spider webs were a safer option. At least, they weren't poisoun, he thought to himself.

He immersed himself in books, trying to figure out what he should include in a bouquet. After a crossroads between chaos and Krat's destruction, he found a small, but living, flower.

Very carefully, he plucked the flower from the ground and placed it in his bag, trying to protect it as if it were a valuable treasure, ready to carry it safely back to the hotel.

Upon arriving at the hotel, clumsily but gently, he handed the small flower to the reader. The next morning, a pot with the same flower appeared in the reader's room.

He saw the flower in the reader's bedroom, and felt the gears of his heart beating at full speed. So he decided to bring them little flowers little by little. Although it was a difficult and tedious task, every time he saw the reader's sweet smile, he knew it was worth it.

Sometimes, Pinocchio added small stones of curious shapes that he found in his travels. Although they were not flowers, they had some charm.

Little by little, the reader's room was filled with small pots of flowers (which miraculously survived in Krat), giving a touch of life and color to the place. All carefully attended to with the love and affection of a certain human.

Each flower was Pinocchio's silent way of expressing his love and devotion. Because, although he did not know how to express his feelings in words, his mechanical heart was full of love to give.

The hotel residents used to smile when they saw P return covered in dirt and mud, but with a spark of excitement in his eyes when he brought new flowers. Although Gemini wasn't so pleased that his lamp got dirty in the process.

But he wanted to do something bigger. So he gathered a considerable amount of flowers and, with the help of Gemini, he tried to put together a bouquet. Gemini, with a mixture of patience and desperation, suggested that he decorate it with a ribbon or wrap it in paper. "No, Pinocchio, we can't add metal parts or a weapon, much less Spring!"

With the bouquet in his hand, Pinocchio walked excitedly towards the reader's room. He knocked on the door and hid the bouquet behind his back. The reader received it with a smile, and Pinocchio, with a gesture full of tenderness, revealed the beautiful bouquet that he had made with so much effort.

Seeing the blush and happiness on the reader's face, He knew that everything had been worth it. Just as he was about to leave, he felt the reader's soft caress on his cheek and a chaste kiss on the lips that left him completely stunned, his circuits almost shorted out.

The only witnesses of that magical kiss were the charming flowers, pampered with such dedication, and of course, Gemini, who, although accidental, was the third wheel in that romantic moment.

But, being a Gemini, he couldn't resist the temptation and muttered shamelessly: "If you need a mood lamp for more romance, just let me know, I'll be here… with the spotlight off, of course."

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Language of the flowers of each Banner:

First Banner: White Rose: Purity and Loveliness. Second Banner: Honeysuckle Azalea: Ties of Love. Third Banner: Satin Flower, Lunaria: Admiration.

[eyes-of-nine]

@ that one part of the cathedral

[katzsushi]

Im running out of ideas :>

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[daily-dose-of-dopamine]

pinnochioposting. More under the cut.

I keep forgetting he has blue eyes, not brown (bc in game they look brown) so when I check steam it's like

+ cat figures in hotel Krat!!!

[dvinaamesca]