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phonydiaries · 1 year

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Beautiful Dreamer - P x Reader

Notes: This is a bit of a shorter fic from me and it's pure unadulterated fluff and sap and nobody gets stabbed! Which is really stretching myself as a writer, to be honest. You guys know I love nothing more than a good life-threatening injury. Anyways, no warnings for this one! Enjoy the cozy vibes <3

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It seemed somewhat magical in the beginning.

Pino came running to you once, at the very break of dawn when you had just barely opened your eyes; too-bright sunlight stinging them as the puppet shook you from sleep. It was difficult for you to grasp what he meant, at first, to wrap your head around what he was trying to describe. His speechless manner of communication and your general grogginess certainly didn’t help matters. But through a series of signs and expressions from Pinocchio, you came to understand. In his slow but sure gaining of humanity the boy had begun to dream at night.

You were vaguely aware that he did not dream before, and didn’t exactly sleep in the way humans did (although he did something similar enough that you personally couldn’t tell the difference).

“Is it… pleasant?” You asked him, genuinely quite curious as to what a strange thing dreams must seem to someone who had never known them. It had the potential to be wondrous and peaceful, but at the same overwhelming and utterly confusing. P seemed to take your question into careful consideration, really mulling it over. His eyes shone bright as he finally nodded decisively.

For all his excitement over this newfound ability, Pinocchio was frankly dreadful in his attempts at describing his dreams to you. You tried earnestly to follow along, but his gestures and expressions would eventually become too complicated and frenetic for you to follow and so you found yourself utterly lost in his recollections. It was after one such frustrating night that you gifted him a pocket journal to write in. This was much preferred for both of you, and you came to enjoy the routine of him eagerly handing off his scribblings for you to interpret in the morning. You would sit elbow to elbow at the table, sipping morning tea and reading his writing aloud, while he listened and nodded along captivated, his chin resting over his hands on the table.

His writing was uncharacteristically scratchy, with words often misspelled or crossed out implying that he was simply transcribing for speed and not coherence. Now and then there would be an addition of a crude drawing, sometimes the vague outline of a rabbit or a rushed impression of beaming stars.

One day, when it was particularly gloomy, you and Pino wandered to the library. Silence between the two of you was not uncommon, nor was it in any way awkward or uncomfortable. With the heavy fall of rain against the roof on this day, you found the quiet between the shelves especially peaceful. By the orange glow of a lantern, you turned the pages of a dream-interpretation guide. It was a small and somewhat battered thing and had been picked up eagerly by Pinocchio of course, who sat on the floor with crossed legs, chin resting in the heels of his hands as he listened to you, enthralled. In hushed tones, you ran down bulleted lists of common dreams and all the cryptic mysteries they may contain.

“Here, how about this one, have you ever dreamed that your teeth were falling out?” You asked, pointing to a passage in the book. P slapped a hand over his mouth and shook his head vigorously, looking suddenly very concerned with keeping said teeth firmly in his mouth. You couldn’t help chucking as you turned the page.

The day wore on, and the oil in your lantern burned down to nothing, the dim light flickering across an eerie illustration. You’d been leafing through an art book of the romantic era painters and left off on a Fuseli painting of a tormented woman being peered upon unknowingly by some manner of devil. You found the page quite off putting honestly, and closed the book.

“I figure that’s enough of that. What do you say, Pino-oh.”

As you addressed your puppet companion in the dark, you came to see that he sat on the floor still, slumped against the foot of your chair. His cheek was sunk into his left shoulder, eyes shut, breathing soft and shallow. The serenity of the scene warmed your heart some, and you leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. “Pino…” you whispered, and ran a hand through his hair in an effort to wake him. But he didn’t stir, seemingly in a deep sleep. You were sorry for the uncomfortable condition he seemed to be posed in, but you didn’t want to disturb the poor puppet. You gathered your things and left quietly, shuffling off to your quarters.

It was around midnight that the puppet woke with a panicked gasp. He was surprised to find his legion arm held up defensively, as if in anticipation of an invisible attack. His eyes searched his surroundings frantically, and only when he recognized the library did he hesitantly lower his arm. In the darkness he felt quite uneasy and disoriented. He tried to recall your soothing hushed voice. It had put him into quite a state it seemed before he eventually drifted off. It was in stark contrast to the current thrumming of his mechanical heart and the uncomfortable quickness of his breaths. He had dreamed something wholly unpleasant, and with some sadness realized this new facet of humanity came with drawbacks. He did not care much for these dreams at all.

Pinocchio made his way down the corridor to your quarters, his steps echoing eerily. He threw pointed glances over his shoulder frequently, half expecting some monstrous creature to appear suddenly in the halls of Hotel Krat. The simple casting of shadows had never before made him so on-edge. When he reached your room, he opened the door slowly and peered inside. You lay there in the dark beneath silk sheets, curled in on yourself and sleeping soundly. With great care not to startle you, he knelt by your bedside and nudged you in the back. Your head flinched momentarily, but you otherwise remained still. With some urgency he took your shoulder and shook until you stirred. Rubbing your eyes wearily, you rolled over to face him.

“Pino, it’s ah…it’s late isn’t it? Can’t it wait til morning..?” You grumbled. He shook his head almost apologetically and squeezed your shoulder. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you were able to make out unfamiliar anxious creases in his expression. You willed yourself into a greater awareness and sat up promptly. “What is it, what’s wrong?” You asked, your tone softening significantly. P gestured in the direction of the library and rummaged around in his pocket for a moment. He retrieved the pocket journal you’d given him and pointed several times at the most recent entry. You squinted. On the left page he had simply blacked out the entire thing with a pen, and on the right page the phrase “strung up” was written several frantic times with increasing disregard for legibility.

When you looked up at him to clarify, he raised his hands limp above his head and dropped his chin to his chest. The image was admittedly shuddersome and he cast a long and spindly shadow across the wall.

“I see.” You said, closing the journal. “You had a nightmare, hm? All strung up like an ordinary puppet.” Your heart fell for the poor boy. It must’ve been terribly frightening for him.

Pinocchio nodded solemnly, not meeting your eyes. He stared off blankly and rubbed his wrists, as if easing a phantom feeling of restraints. You took note of this and hummed softly.

“Here, may I see?” You asked, and pulled his arm towards you. You made a show of inspecting it and tapping your chin thoughtfully. Holding his arm with one hand, you stuck up two fingers like a pair of scissors and pretended to snip the invisible puppet string. You repeated this mimic on his other arm and then took his hands in yours, placing a kiss on the back of each.

“All gone.”

Pinocchio looked at you with a kind of boyish wonder. He raised one fist to the crown of his head with a smile, making a pshhh sound and opening his hand, giving the impression of a miniature explosion.

“Think you’ll be alright for the rest of the night?”

At this he shifted a little. His fingers busied themselves, twisting in the bedsheets. He was obviously still shaken up somewhat. You could understand that, although it was a bit of a surprise to learn that someone so nearly indestructible could be afraid of the dark.

“Alright,” you sighed, lifting the sheets. “Get in here.”

P’s chin jutted forward and his brow furrowed at your offer. You just gestured to the space beside you with your head. “Go on, before I change my mind.” You teased. At this, Pinocchio clambered up into your bed and nuzzled his face into the pillow. As he got settled. You pulled the sheet over his shoulders and snaked your arm up around him from behind. Your nose pressed against the nape of his neck and you breathed in the smell of him, like fresh rain.

“Have no fear, my puppet.” You said sleepily against his skin. “Your trusty human won’t let anything steal you away from me in the night.” You heard him snicker at this, but you knew without a doubt he felt safer here with you and vice versa. It was sweet, really.

By the time the sun rose you were both still sound asleep, all tangled in each other’s limbs, looking like lovers in the warm morning light. The day could wait a little longer.

#originally this fic was called sing me to sleep bc I was listening to the suckerpunch soundtrack version of Asleep on loop #so if you want the full experience queue that song up while you read #lydia dropping art history refs like a fucking nerd #extremely soft pino #lies of p #lies of p fanfic #lop #lies of p x reader #pinocchio x reader #lies of p fanart #fluff #my writing

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floydsteeth · 5 months

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BARBATOS AND LEVI <333

TWO OF MY FAVORITES

#obey me #obey me leviathan #om leviathan #obey me barbatos #om barbatos #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me nightbringer #obey me fanart #I dunno why I drew those two specifically I just felt like it :P #I love barbatos so much hahahhaha #He's so prettyyyyyyy #And Levi <3 #Fucking love that nerd <33 #arsons art :p #My other two favorites are mammon and asmo >:3 #I SHOULD MAKE A DOODLW PAGE OF THOSE TWO AS WELL :00

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horror-aesthete · 1 month

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Renfield, 2023, dir. Chris McKay

#genuine note- a worse version of this film would have absolutely used this as fodder for mean spirited gay jokes #and i respect this film for not going that route #they actual keep the exact nature of dracula and renfield's relationship p nebulous #and allows the audience the extrapolate if its romantic or not #which i did. but thats partially because as an occult history nerd i will never not hear a Person refered to as someone else's familiar and #think 'oh its a sex thing'#horror aesthetic #horror movies #horror quotes #queer fear #renfield

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italiantea · 15 days

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in which cure gives me brainrot 5 months after release

so ive been transcribing the guitar parts for cure and i just have some thoughts regarding the music and its relation to the video

first of all, the guitar motif that you hear front and center in the teaser is pretty hard to spot in the actual song.

it plays very quietly in the left audio track starting from when ivan begins singing his part, and lasts for 7 bars until the main guitar riff kicks in. i think there's interesting ways to interpret this, if you think of this little guitar motif as representative of ivan. by choosing this motif to represent the entirety of round 6 in the teaser video, it's made clear that ivan's feelings are the focus of round 6. in the song it plays quietly, hidden in the mix, as if symbolizing his masking of his true emotions. however, it plays loud and clear as the sole melody in the teaser; not the guitar riff from the intro of the song or the stuttering guitar of the chorus, even though they are more recognizable parts of the song. it's like an audio representation of ivan throwing his round: this is not about the song, or the performance; that is all cast aside for ivan's emotional outburst. something that should have been neatly hidden away is now the focal point of the round.

the next part i wanted to talk about is the ending, the part that deviates from the studio release. after till and ivan sing their individual parts, there is a call and response section where they take turns singing.

till stops singing halfway through this part, and ivan tips over the microphone and goes in for the kiss.

during the kiss, the guitar part from the chorus plays, as if to say that this is ivan's chorus now. it's an expression of his feelings, and ivan is the one in control.

after confirming their scores, ivan leans back and holds till's neck. till closes his eyes.

during this part, the guitar part from that previous call and response section repeats.

the shot switches between ivan and till. till closes his eyes. ivan is shot. ivan looks at till. till's eyes are closed. ivan looks at till. till's eyes are still closed. the guitar returns to the tonic chord, Fm, again and again, and the visuals parallel the same failed call and response as the music. ivan is waiting for a reaction from till, anything in response to his outburst—and till is giving him nothing. and that's how the round ends, no duet, no last run of the chorus, no callback to the intro. it just ends, unresolved.

so anyway i thought that was neat.

#alien stage #alnst #alnst cure #alnst till #alnst ivan #ivantill #I GUESS #p #i can have a music nerd moment. as a treat #it's nothing crazy complicated like it's a pretty standard chord progression #i just think the video is well put together #my unsolicited opinion is that alnst should be crazier about leitmotifs. they should pull some toby fox shit

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torasplanet · 4 months

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thinkin abt having a lil family with nerd!armin...

armin screams girl dad but...he isn't one and instead he has a son who is a spitting image of him. blonde hair, blue eyes, he has everything and sometimes you joke that armin might as well have made your son himself from how they look so similar! but...armin hates when you say that.

because he hates his son to put it nicely. well he doesn't hate him but he despises the things that he does...like cuddling all up to you so you'd give him your undivided attention leaving armin out of the moment. he shouldn't get mad because after all, his son is practically him but littler, clinging to you at any chance, wanting your attention all the time and wanting you to hear about what he was talking about.

that was all armin did but he couldn't really do that when his son was doing it all for him!! he hoped to have a bit more luck with the next kid who he hoped was a girl, though despite that, he loved his little family and he loved how you all interacted with each other. sometimes you'd walk in late at night out of your sleep and see the two blondes awake on the couch watching star wars and your son is telling armin to be quiet while armin is just ranting about the movies while trying his best not to spoil it...

sometimes armin would walk in on you and your son in the kitchen and you're giving him little tastes of foods that you like but he's never tried before. he loves to watch how your son giggles happily at how yummy the food taste! but armin and your favorite moments in your little family are when you all are together sitting on the couch doing anything.

most of the time, armin would be telling you about some kid show that your son likes because of him and it'd turn into a rant with your son adding on small details that his father missed as you just listened. "so finn has this kind of clone made out of grass–" "his name is fern!" armin looks at your son who is snuggled into your side while his head is buried into your tummy, he smiles with a chuckle "yeah i forgot, he's fern." you just giggled at how your son smiled brightly at armin's acknowledgment of his favorite character (projecting a bit here...) he was so cute.

your boyfriend's eyes went to you and he gently wiggled your arm "you listening baby?" he asked and you quickly nodded "yeah, i'm listening 'min. keep going." armin grinned and nodded before continuing his rant on adventure time which he had introduced to his son about a week ago, you thought you'd never hear the end of this. they probably knew more than the actual show creators.

you just love your little family, even if they're nerds.

#torasplanet.ᐟ #marls-drabbles.ᐟ #aot x reader #armin arlert #nerd armin #armin arlert x reader #◛⑅·˚armin;p #sorry ive been inactive

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