kimchi3174
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Blood runs thicker than water.
lies of p paring: pinocchio x reader word count: 1159 cw: angst :], mentions of death, blood, beyond canon-typical violence i think, rage frenzy
a/n: welcome to my first real post on this account. i've been obsessed over pinocchio from lies of p since i started the game, then i started listening to chloe ament... you can probably see where this is going. hope you enjoy.
Emotions were not as elusive as they had previously been for the man-made puppet and yet, in this moment, he couldn't identify a singular one he felt. There had been a rush of worry, fright, and terror. But now it was an invasive mess.
His skin reacted to the slight breeze that blew past him, a shiver breaking him from his frozen stance.
Still, he wished for the sight before him to be one of the lies he'd thrown around.
Approaching the scene, Pinocchio would stumble, an imperfection to his typically faultless cadence. The ground below him squelched with wet mud as he did so, a distant sound to his eerily still mind. The loudest noise to him was the rising tempo of his mechanically heart, it rang in his ears, obscuring the sounds of pattering rain and squished mud.
Before him was you, pale as your blood had drained from your face.
You were posed on your knees, arms dangling loosely by your sides as a sword held you up, struck through your chest and into the muddied ground below. Pinocchio's glass eyes trailed the blade of the sword, every few inches was an extended notch of the blade, permitting the relatively upright position you'd been laid to rest in. A wooden sign hung with rope from the hilt of the blade,
Puppet Fucker. It read.
His hurricane of emotions came to an eerie calm.
The dark-haired puppet would take the rest of the paces to you, kneeling by your lifeless form. Pulling the sign from the hilt of the blade and tossing it into the muddied ground below, Pinocchio would do a once-over of your body.
Your shirt was torn, multiple wounds bedded into your skin, signs of struggle ripped across your hands. Your blade was broken in half, a few feet from your person. Your hair was matted and stuck to your face. He watched as the rain paved its path down your skin, some pooling in your stuck-open eyes before sliding down your cheeks. If he had known any better, he'd have guessed you'd been sad.
The puppet would reach forward, silently pressing the pads of his fingers against your top eyelids, pulling them down to finally let you rest your eyes.
A breath escaped him, fogging the air between you and him.
Slowly, Pinocchio would place a hand against your back, then his other between your thighs and calves. Bringing himself to his feet, you'd rest in the bridal position he held you in just a year prior. The tone of that moment was much more pleasant to bask in.
One step at a time, Pinocchio found his way back to the hotel.
He'd kick the door open with a lack of urgency, your fate had been sealed hours before.
Trekking mud, rain water, and dead city grime onto the shiny floors of the hotel, Pinocchio would approach the central Stargazer.
The first to notice him was Sophia, gasping in horror at the large, notched blade sworn through your chest. Antonia, from the other room, would advert her gaze, a solemn expression Pinocchio couldn't read overcoming her face. Eugenie had frozen, leaving Venigni to look around the corner of the wall. Shock was quickly present in his features.
Finally, Pinocchio's eyes would leave your form, his eyes coming into contact with Sophia's, a silent plead shifting his expression. No words were needed in the exchange, a nod coming from her as soon as she saw his face.
Your funeral was small, held in the garden of the hotel. The guest list didn't expand beyond the residents of the safe space, no one of your biological family lived beyond you.
Pinocchio stayed the latest of everyone, knelt by your makeshift headstone, fingers lightly tracing the dirt before it.
The calm of the storm hadn't passed, he'd been near numb to the entirety of it all, earning him a few concerned glances from Gepetto and Sophia. He knew the two of them shared their worries behind his back whenever they could.
He had given the sword to Venigni and Eugenie to inspect, perhaps find its maker, or better yet, who wielded it.
Venigni had an answer two days later. Pinocchio hadn't moved much until given the information he desired. Slowly, and in a fashion that near scared the philanthropist, the puppet rose. His glass eyes trailed the blade Eugenie held behind Venigni. He approached. Carefully, as to not hurt the woman, Pinocchio would take the sword into his palms.
The metal made a horrifying screech as it bent, Pinocchio's Legion Arm doing the majority of the work. When the sword was rendered useless, the puppet would move forward, back into the luxury of Hotel Krat.
He was working out his lack of emotions while he moved, it wasn't a numbness like he had before he began gaining humanity.
It was a silent, simmering rage.
The atmosphere surrounding the puppet was enough to alert Sophia, she started to interject as he approached the Stargazer, but his human-like arm had already reached the glowing center piece.
In a moment he was back to the creepily empty streets of the city, a new mission on his mind.
Pinocchio tore through any puppet trying to attack him on his path, his rapier tearing their arms from their torsos, or their heads from their necks. Oil and Ergo splattered against his clothes and face, nothing the rain couldn't wash away.
Eventually, Pinocchio would kick in the door of a luxurious-looking mansion, the wooden door splintering from its hinges and loudly clattering against marble floors.
Eyes scanning the foyer was nearly enough to send him into a rage. Weapons, all custom made lined themselves against the walls, a list of names under each of them. For some, names were crossed out, for others, the names laid untouched. Though, as Pinocchio entered further into the quiet of the mansion, he'd find his eyes traveling to the central stairs at the back of the main room.
Your name, printed in bold, crossed with a red line, lay under an empty sword mount. Next to your name, under a sword mount with a plain blade, was Pinocchio's, untouched.
A few claps would pull the puppet from his stare, as a man came down the upper level of stairs.
Pinocchio's mechanical heart beat louder, obscuring the words of the man before him, his eyebrows pinching towards each other as he'd throw the sword he'd bent onto the ground between the man and himself. It scraped across the marble floors, leaving a few scratches that would never be repaired.
Whatever the man was saying, Pinocchio couldn't hear. His breathing began to pick up, a trait he'd copied from you, his heart was raising in tempo again.
The man would grab the sword labeled with Pinocchio's name.
An invitation to begin.
Pinnochio found his way back to Hotel Krat, covered in blood that the rain couldn't wash away.
hope you enjoyed my first one-shot ♡
Luke Skywalker mistaken to be Anakin Skywalker's biological father
Okay, so I'm not like a scientist. And I don't know much about DNA tests but this is Star Wars. Paternity tests check if the child's DNA matches up to the father's DNA by 50%. That also means the Father's DNA matches the child's by 50%.
It's obvious who is the parent and who is the child by age.
But if you throw in time travel... could the child be mistaken as the father?
Aka a story in which Luke Skywalker time travels to the past to a period after Shmi's death but during the Clone Wars. And Luke Skywalker gets mistaken (by DNA tests) to be Anakin Skywalker's father.
The age gap is a little fishy, but considering just how knowledgeable Luke Skywalker is in slave culture and the fact that Luke wasn't there for Anakin's birth... Luke was probably a slave himself as well, a young teenager in slavery. Anakin assumes that Luke and Shmi were married (due to the same last names) and that misunderstanding remains.
Anyways, just how would Star Wars change with Anakin now having a father in the picture, said father being known to the public as the new leader of Tatooine and Hutt Slayer, and Luke being horrified at how oppressive and different the Jedi Order is from what he was told.
Ok I find some old Dinn arts to repost (those I don immediately wanna kms after seeing them)
Sry abt the water mark I’m lazy
Day 10: Hallucinations
More :)
We really need to talk about Cold Front more here
I mean just look at Winnie, he's such a silly little guy <3
Giggles
thank you tiktok comment
i decided to do this trend but as Winnie and Auggie from Cold Front because someone's comment gave me the idea!!
Timestuck au but it’s Bill
This conversation was so good I HAD to attempt a comic of it. Naturally the dialogue is from Pines Paradox but @browniefox
my taste in crossover ship is ivan x fem!childe
Lmao I just saw the video about cut songs in Epic and maybe it’s just me, but This Is the Way sounds like Odysseus and Athena got lost on a road trip.
Odysseus, glancing up from the map to frown at the unfamiliar road outside: ‘This cannot be the way…’
Athena, gripping the steering wheel, knowing perfectly well that she made a wrong turn but refusing to admit it: ‘This is the way.’
since you did Stan and Hermes, why not Ford and Athena?
Perhaps he wrote about this in Journal 1 😁
stan and hermes maybe?
Hermes, god of merchants and tricksters 😁
"After everything you've done-" holy shit do you ever shut up Poseidon
what do you mean this isn't what happened
goddess of wisdom, master of war
Finally debuting my telemachus design 🙏
Little Wolf basically :
Weeping clown and Mike falling for a modern reader? Please i missed you!!
hmmm i love the circus gang so much you have no idea
Character(s): Acrobat, Weeping Clown
Content: modern reader hcs A/N: I am almost sure that I got this request before I went on summer break because it looked SUPER familiar. However, when I opened my requests again, my inbox was empty. So I think this was either sent in twice or was eaten by Tumblr. Either way, here it is
Mike
You’re from the future?! That’s so cool?!?
Listen, he may be traumatized as hell from having to identify a dozen burned dead bodies, losing his home and all his family, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be excited about literal time travel.
Asks you about everything. Every fucking thing. The villain arc will be temporarily delayed.
Well, once the excitement dies down somewhat you’ll still have to deal with the fact that out of the five stages of grief, this man is stuck in anger. But that’s for later to deal with
Would love to see a spring base cotton candy machine
Would love to have witnessed modern cinema
and all those crazy carnival rides nowadays? How did no one die riding those. From what you describe, everyone in the future must be crazy
He treats the reality you come from much more like a story in a fantasy book rather than an actual possibility
Not to say he doesn't believe you, he just can't quite picture it. It sounds exciting though, certainly does
He listens to you talk about your timeline like a child listening to a bedtime story. Outside of that though, he will ignore it entirely.
This occasionally leads to moments where he just does not understand that you have different views or opinions on things based on the knowledge and standards of your varying times.
This sometimes even extends to scientific discoveries, but not as often because he doesn't care for science much
He also doesn't think about what might be or could be or would be in the future. You're probably never going to leave the manor anyway, so who cares which time you'd end up in
It doesn't matter to him, because he has nothing to go back to in his, and nothing to look forward to in your timeline. He has nothing. No matter where he ends up, he'd have to start over. Start from scratch. As long as he's in the manor, with you, the two of you will at least have that.
That's not so bad, is it?
Weeping Clown
Initially very confused about the fact that you came from literally another century
He’s more hesitant with his questions, more focused on trying to understand you and the world you come from rather than be entertained by all the changes that happened.
Honestly, I could see him at some point just being over the fact that you’re from a different time. Like, once he knows all he needs to know it doesn’t matter to him much anymore. Sure, your circumstances and the ideals and standards you grew up with majorly influenced you, and helped to shape you into the magnificent, amazing human being he loves so much but that’s all that matters to him: Who you are right now.
Would definitely love to see this Youtube thing you keep going on about though. He’s very intrigued
Finds that clowns aren't exactly popular anymore so maybe it's good that he lived in the times when he lived because boy would he have lost his job fast
However, apparently, no one can just go out and buy acid anymore, so that's definitely a plus
Based on what you told him, circus 'culture' changed a lot. Not it's more about performance and tricks than wild animals and laughing at 'grotesque' humans.
He thinks it makes sense then that you are as kind as you are, the time you come from is much kinder as well.
But still, he thinks that, if one day you get out of the manor, and maybe get to leave together to witness your time, then he would feel terribly out of place. Your eyes shine whenever you excitedly talk about the advancements of the future, all the good things in your world. All those are things he wouldn't understand. Perhaps it's better then, that you are trapped here. Because at least you are trapped here together, as opposed to a future where inevitably, he'd end up left behind.
I know we all love the god/deity Nico. But just consider. Nico mistaken as a god.
Why? Because srsly, just imagine it.
You’re a new camper. You’re 8,9,10,11—idk, and your siblings are giving you a tour around Camp. You guys reach the Big House, and there’s Chiron, Mr.D, and then him.
This kid - not so much older than you’re - who wears all back, a sword by his hip, a distinctly powerful around him, sitting at the same table with Dionysus and Chiron. They have been talking when you arrived. He greets you with a silent nod.
Later that day, you see him again at lunch/ dinner. Still sitting with Dionysus. His plate is empty. They talk through out the meal. Perhaps he doesn’t need to eat.
You notice he has a private house all for himself, not so close to other cabins. Maybe he doesn’t like others trespassing in his place.
He’s also the quiet and reserved type, you figure.
He doesn’t talk much. But when he speaks, everyone listens. Whatever he has to say is usually impactful.
He usually sits with the goddess Hestia during the campfire. Rarely someone joins them. Will Solace does sometimes, probably bc the guy’s friendly with just everyone.
You see him in the Arena. His power is absolutely terrifying. Like. God-tier.
You take note of the fact he sometimes leaves Camp for days on a mission or an errand. Something about ghosts and Underworld. As far as you know, no one else in camp does that kind of task. And you absolutely didn’t expect the Underworld to be so easily in and out of. Not for a demigod, at least, because even the mighty Percy Jackson dislikes going there.
He talks about Cerberus and the Furies and Charon and calls Hades “dad”. He must be a chthonic deity. That explains his attire.
And the name di Angelo. It certainly sounds someone to take souls to the afterlife. The name Nico should be the equivalent of Apollo’s Lester.
When another god, Apollo - or Lester, comes visit. You see how the Olympian playfully jokes around and laughs with the Kid. In response, the Kid acts completely relaxed around him, despite not being one of Apollo’s children, whereas you’re there being like Omg it’s a God!. You figure that’s how fellow gods treat each other.
Nico di Angelo must be a God, right?
POV you have accepted a boon from the Serpent of Eden
Athena: deciding to go easy on Telemachus while they’re sparring to brighten his spirits because he’s getting bummed out from sucking at using a spear
Telemachus: actually doing pretty decent since Athena is fighting like she normally would
Zeus, sensing that someone is actually doing a good job at fighting Athena: THUNDER
Telemachus: “where did that thunder come from? It’s sunny.”
Athena, who has thunder trauma: stabs out of defensive reflex
@mer-acle this is the poor explanation of what you inspired me to write
While on another quest for a college recommendation letter (something he really shouldn’t need by this point) Percy gets punted back to the past, right at the beginning of the Trojan war.
So imagine your a mid level commander praying for the loyalty of your men, who are getting pretty pissed just waiting around on a beach. When suddenly some guy appears in-front of you in a flash of light… Naturally you would assume he is a God, here to answer your prayer! He even gives you tips on how to insure your men stay loyal! Clearly this as of yet unknown God deserves your worship! But who is he?
Meanwhile Percy hasn’t even released he’s in the past yet, he just thinks this guy is some demigod leading his first quest! So obviously he gives him tips! Oh and he wants Percy’s name? Well it’s been a while since anybody didn’t recognise him on site, but he’s not gonna knock that!
So he introduces himself, completely unaware he’s just kicked off his own cult among the Greek soldiers. After all given their situation, a God of loyalty would be pretty popular! Poor Percy who’s mortality was already hanging by a thread, ascends from all the prayers.
After following his new friend back to his camp, Percy eventually realises where, and more importantly when, he is. Yet in typical Percy fashion, he doesn’t realise he’s now a God. Instead he wonders through the camp helping where he can, all while dodging the attention of the Kings who command this army, he doesn’t wanna mess with history to much you know!
And yet now Odysseus and the rest are all searching for this godling in their camp, each eager to claim his patronage for their own, who wouldn’t want the God of loyalty on their side? Unfortunately for them a certain sea God, who at this point still supports the Trojan’s, finally senses Percy’s presence and is quick to grab his new baby from the mortal camp.
percy jackson as hydro archon.
that’s it.
"K N E E L"
Had this crossover stuck in my head for a bit hehe
Gay car crash <3
How morbid is it that I kind of want a sequel / aftermath timeskip of Married in Red where Da-jeong is found out to have framed Bok-su, which leads to that university taking Bok-su back into the program, and Bok-su not only gets her life somewhat back together, but she also ends up getting a boyfriend/girlfriend who becomes her fiancé(e) and then they get married?
Basically, Bok-su getting everything that Da-jeong had (and almost had) but lost in the end.
NO ONE TALK TO ME RN. OHMYGODFDMMEEUIEHA
i LOVE THEM SO MUCH I CANT CONTAIN MYSELFFF. IM RIGHT NEXT TO MY PARENTS RN ICANT RUNNING AROUND JUMPING WHILE SCREAMING. IM GOING CRAZYYY
The funniest thing about Alhaitham living with Kaveh is that this smug scholar must have realized, at some point, that every day Kaveh comes home, the man is disproving Alhaitham's fundamental beliefs about the world. People are primarily self-motivated; find out what everyone in the room wants, and play them against each other to achieve your objective.
Meanwhile Kaveh comes home like "hi idiot I brought you a loaf of your favorite 1000 grain bread from that one baker you like. It took an hour out of my afternoon, where's my thanks? Alhaitham? I know you can hear me through those-" and under alllll that sass, what he's saying is, my love for you is eternal. I came home once and I will come home forever. My objective is to make you and everyone else I love happy and safe, at the cost of my own time and well-being. Game theory that, dumbass.
Would love to see the look on Alhaitham's face the next time he opens his mouth to claim that humans cannot love unconditionally, remembers that "people like Kaveh" somehow "survive," and he just. Stops before he even starts. Crosses his arms. "Hm."