percy-loves-bluewaffles

[in-kyblogs]

Doomed by the narrative - Doomed by her parents

[theluckiestlb]

[00fairylights00]

I Guess You Just Don’t Love Me Anymore

GIF from @glowing-starlight on Tumblr

I was so taken by @ash-arts-but-sinful's post which mentions P being jealous of the cat and @oldworldghost’s post which contains the idea of him becoming more mischievous and sassy as he becomes human that I just had to write a little something, I hope it’s alright that I drew on your thoughts for some inspiration!

As a disclaimer, I haven’t finished my first play-through yet so this is more of a character study based off of what I’ve experienced in-game and what I’ve been seeing on Tumblr instead of delving heavily into the world-building and established story that exists within the game. So hopefully no spoilers and it’s very likely that this won’t at all line up with the in-game timeline.

Big thanks to @cupidsredcollar beloved for proofreading <3 

For as long you had known Pinocchio you had never known him to be a jealous individual, in fact, when you’d first met that bleak, overcast morning in Hotel Krat you had been almost unsettled by his uncanny nature. 

His features were perfectly human, aside from the metal prosthetic he’d been fitted with. He had freckles and soft hair, a face that looked fashioned from a real person instead of the smiling caricatures Krat’s puppets were usually fitted with. 

But despite his boyish features, his face barely moved, he nodded along to Sophia as she gave him the task of locating his father, Mr. Geppetto, and tilted his head in question as Lady Antonia explained the concept of lying but his brows didn’t so much as pinch, his lips didn’t quirk and his eyes looked straight through you as you had wished him safety on his travels.

So watching in real time as he came into his own was something you cherished greatly, you continued to watch him grow and change, become something new. Pinocchio chose to spend a lot of his down time with you, he said he found you interesting, that you had a way of explaining humanity that made sense to him and over the last couple of weeks something had started to shift in him.

No, Pinocchio had never been a jealous individual, for as long as you’d known him.

Until today.

Your morning had started normally, woken up by the cool feeling of P’s lips against your forehead, human hand smoothing back your hair. He mumbled something about needing to go out, you tried to convince him to come back to bed, he tried to convince you to get up (he always wins).

P drags you down to the kitchen, you eat and he watches, something that was initially a little awkward but you’ve come to really look forward to, then you farewell each other at the rear entrance of the hotel. 

He holds you close to his chest, resting his lips to your hairline and making you promise to look after yourself and your companions while he’s away, you make him promise to be careful though you know he’s not always able to, often catching glimpses of Sophia muttering blessings and incantations under her breath in the foyer.

“It’s just Ergo hunting today, I’ll be more than careful.” He whispers, human arm winding around your shoulder. You breathe him in, hands to his chest feeling the odd sensation of his heart, not quite a tick but not quite a beat. 

You lean up to kiss against the slant of his jaw, his mechanical pulse jumping in response. He looks down at you, you catch the fondness in his blue eyes without mistake, he captures your lips in his, holding on for a second longer than he knows is necessary (it’s not like you mind though).

Lounging against the doorway, watching him walk towards the entrance of Elysion Boulevard, he turns and gives a last longing look over his shoulder before stepping through the wrought iron gates and disappearing from view.

You sigh, making your way back inside to start on your usual round of chores, helping where you could to take the load off of Polendina who needed more time to focus on Lady Antonia and her illness. You had just returned to the puppet butler for more tasks when you noticed movement on the top of the shelf behind the front desk. 

Sitting tall and proud was Hotel Krat’s resident sweetheart, Spring, tail swishing steadily as she kept watch of the foyer from her perch. The white and orange cat jumped down to the desk as she noticed you, laying down across the dark wood and turning over in gesture for belly rubs; which you gave happily. 

“She’s been very noisy today,” Polendina explained, stroking the cat, “I wonder what she’s trying to tell us?”

“Probably trying to manipulate us into giving her more treats, isn’t that right?” You accused lightly, you were sure that if he could, Polendina would be smiling. 

“There is another load of laundry that needs folding, could I have a hand?” He asked politely.

“Of course Polendina.”

And it seemed you had found yourself a shadow, Spring making an unreasonable amount of noise as she followed you and Polendina around the hotel. She wound between your legs, chirruped in response to your voices and bumped her head against whatever part of your bodies were within her reach. 

It was no surprise that Spring was loved by the inhabitants of the hotel, and it was very apparent that she loved them back, well everyone except for P. Not for lack of trying of course, he followed your advice of trying to build trust between him and the animal but she wouldn’t so much as let P touch her, hissing her disapproval for all to hear.

You’d often watch as P would recoil from Spring, the feline swiping and spitting at the puppet. You couldn’t tell from his expressions if the cat’s dislike for him bummed him out but sometimes as he lay next to you in bed he would lament quietly that Spring hated him, which would award him a sound of humoured pity and a kiss for the cheek.

It wasn’t clear what it was about P that set Spring off so aggressively. In all the time you had spent at Hotel Krat she’d never behaved in such an unfriendly way, even complete strangers who would seek refuge for short periods of time were welcome to interact with Spring freely. 

She would bask in the attention. You hoped that she would eventually come around to the puppet, given it looked like he would be around for the long haul and you just knew the two would be the best of friends if she would stop being so nasty.

But P was patient, far more patient than you were and it showed as you folded and unfolded the same piece of linen for the third time without realising, Polendina placed a gloved hand over your own, silently relieving you of duty.

“Apologies, my mind seems to be elsewhere Polendina.”

“You worry for the boy, it’s only natural that your mind wanders.” You sometimes forget how long Polendina has been around, having been a close companion of Lady Antonia’s for decades. You had a feeling he knew more about human emotions than he let on, somehow he always knew what to say when it came to your thoughts surrounding Geppetto’s Puppet. 

“I just can’t help it, and with him figuring out who he is, I fear he’ll get himself hurt by being too kind.” You wring your hands in your lap, focusing hard on the lines in your skin as you try to keep yourself from thinking of anything too awful.

“He has met humans who have given him trouble before and he has a good head on his shoulders. I would wager that you have nothing to worry about, but I understand that may not put your mind at ease.” 

“It doesn’t but thank you.” Your hand went to Polendina’s shoulder with a smile. “I think I’m going to find something else to do, try and get my mind off of things.”

Polendina nodded once, going back to folding the linens, “I’ll send the boy your way when he returns.”

You smiled in earnest, appreciative of Polendina’s knowing kindness. 

Spring, who had been lounging between you and Polendina, got up, stretching herself out and scampering over to your side. She meowed frantically to grasp your attention. 

Her interruptions continued as you made your way around the kitchen. It wasn’t particularly dirty given how little it was being used now, however, the repetitive action of wiping down the countertops and sweeping the floor were just the distraction you were looking for. 

Your ears perked up at the heavy steps of boots on marble floors, the jingle of P’s belt was something you could identify in your sleep. He stood tall in the doorway, all sweet smiles and fidgeting hands. Happy to see you, always happy to see you.

He was shockingly clean as he approached, resting his forehead to yours as his hands found their place on your waist, all the scolding about tracking oil and muck through the hotel was finally paying off.

You ran your hands over the intricate designs embossed onto the lapel of his coat, smoothing the fabric down before hooking your hands behind his neck.

“Welcome home, pretty boy.” You cooed, brushing your nose against his. 

He liked the small intimacies you shared, bunny kisses you’d come to find were a favourite of his.

“You can go and relax if you want, I’m just cleaning.” You offered, but he shook his head. 

Spring had also gotten bored of waiting on you, brushing up against your legs. So there you stood, sandwiched between your two favourite beings. 

And two shadows wouldn’t be so bad if they would stop getting under foot, you laughed as Spring and P fought for your attention while you made your way around the kitchen.

P hovered close, slinging his arm around your waist as you tried to pass him. You stopped short as he pressed his face into your neck, leaning back against his chest and resting your hands over his wrist. You could feel him smile against your skin, a careful, small smile that only he could manage.

At that moment Spring took it upon herself to jump up onto the counter in front of you, hissing and swiping at P, he scowled and pulled you closer.

“Beast,” he scowled, you gaped at P, smacking the back of your hand at his chest.

“Don’t be horrible, she’s just protecting her territory,” you chided, 

“I haven’t done anything to her, yet she spits at me.” He complained, you thought your ears might be playing tricks on you at the distinct sound of a whine in his tone.

“You love her.” You reminded smugly, a truth he was unable to escape.

“Yeah, unfortunately,” he mumbled, you pushed against his hold, trying to signal your want to move and he hesitantly loosened his grip. Hand ghosting over your waist as he watched you go, you threw a smile over your shoulder which he returned in kind.

You gave Spring a kiss on the head, letting her nuzzle her face against yours before scooping her up and putting her down on the floor where she went back to curling around your legs.

“Ah, so the cat gets a kiss but I don’t?” P asked. You snorted, flinging the rag you’d been using to polish the countertops over your shoulder.

You lent your hip against the counter and crossed your arms over your chest, “you never asked for a kiss, how was I supposed to know that’s what you wanted?”

“I feel like it was obvious.” He placed both of his hands on the counter, stretching his arms out straight as he pushed against the granite. 

You rolled your eyes in jest, unable to keep the fond smile from creeping onto your face, playfully exasperated you closed the short distance between the two of you. Lifting up on your tip-toes to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, he was quick to move his head once you’d pulled back. Hands to your waist and pulling you against him, sealing his lips to yours so quickly it pulled a sound of shock from your throat.

“What’s up with you today, you’ve been awfully touchy.” You teased, twisting the ends of his hair between your fingers. “Not that I’m complaining of course.”

“Missed you,” he murmured, pressing his lips to your forehead tenderly. 

“I missed you too, always miss you when you’re gone.” You placed a hand on his cheek, thumb rubbing gently under his eye.

He pulled the rag from your shoulder and threw it behind you unceremoniously, taking your hand from his cheek to drag you out of the kitchen, a laugh bubbled out of your throat that P was happy to mischievously return.

He led you to the library, seating you at the piano and turning away to rifle through the sheet music stacked in a crate on the floor. He’d been getting better day by day. 

His body wasn’t exactly built to do delicate actions but that never seemed to stop him, in fact, he was inexplicably drawn to all the soft parts of being human even if initially he was afraid to get it wrong. The last thing he’d ever want to do is hurt anyone close to him and for that reason he was acutely aware of the raw strength he possessed.

Though his conscious effort to be gentle made all the difference.

Spring decided she’d had enough of being ignored, jumping up onto the piano bench and brushing up against you, pressing close and then curling down next to you. P turned around, the particular book of sheet music he was searching for held up in his hand, his expression dropped almost comically as he noticed Spring’s position next to you, taking up what was going to be his spot.

“Move her,” he says simply, you throw your head back with a hearty laugh but P’s serious expression doesn’t change.

“No,” you start with a laugh, “Spring got here first, you’ll have to pull up a chair.”

P continued to stand his ground, you wondered if he hoped his very presence would annoy Spring enough that she’d disappear of her own accord, but the cat only opened one eye. She regarded P from her curled up position before nestling her chin back down into her tail. 

It was like Spring knew she was in his spot and was smugly showing off to him, purring loudly.

“P, I’m not moving the cat. Just come and sit on the other side of me.” You insisted, watching as his unappreciated love for the animal won out and he stalked off to get a chair. You chuckled under your breath and passed your fingers through Spring’s soft fur.

“You are so mean to him, you know? He’s quite fond of you and I think you two would be very good friends if you gave him the chance.” You whispered to the cat who ignored you, continuing to purr unabashedly.

Unbeknownst to you, P watched your interaction with the feline from the doorway, his chest feeling warm in a way he wasn’t quite used to yet. Touched by your words that you thought were falling on deaf ears.

He gave in to your fondness for the cat, pulling his chair up next to you, fingers gently flitting across the keys as you hummed softly, head resting comfortably on his shoulder. He decided he didn’t mind this so much.

Late in the evening, however, he decided he did mind. 

You were curled up in your bed a book in hand and Spring dozing lazily in your lap, he entered the room and his shoulders physically dropped.

“What’s the matter?” You asked, thumb placed between the pages of your book as a makeshift bookmark. 

“Nothing,” he mumbled, sitting down unceremoniously on the edge of your bed to take off his shoes.

You placed the now forgotten book on your bedside cabinet, the act of sitting up a little difficult with the cat in your lap. You reached for his shoulder but he shrugged off your hand, trying to hide the action by stripping off his coat.

He stood and draped the coat over the back of your desk chair and moved to unbutton his waistcoat, all while staring down Spring with a scowl.

It clicked.

“Are you jealous of the cat?” You wanted deeply to believe that your Pinocchio was not jealous of a cat, but you couldn’t come up with a more sound explanation.

“I don’t know what that word means.” He lied, avoiding your gaze entirely, unbuckling his belt and dumping it on the desk, Gemini didn’t say anything so you assumed he mustn’t be awake.

“Yes you do,” you rolled your eyes, “I remember very clearly the conversation we had about it.” 

He didn’t respond, turning his back to you and focusing his attention on rifling through the dresser drawer full of his clothes. The sleep clothes he was looking for were folded at the end of the bed.

“It’s okay that you’re jealous of-”

“I am not jealous.” Quick, concise and with no room for argument, he spun back on you. His snapping didn’t phase you.

“Uh huh,” you teased with a smirk, turning all your attention back to Spring who’d been ignoring your exchange.

Perhaps what you were doing was a little mean, given that before you hadn’t been ignoring him on purpose, but it was too fun an opportunity to pass up. P let out a disgruntled huff, shuffling around in your peripheral.

“I guess you just don’t love me anymore.” He offered with his arms crossed over his chest, your jaw dropped and a shocked laugh fell out of your open mouth.

“You take that back, immediately!” You snapped playfully, sitting up fully and annoying the cat enough for her to get up and move.

“Make me.” The challenge he’d levied would mean conceding to his childish behaviour but after all he’d been through, you thought it only fair. 

You pulled the sheets back and stood from the bed, crossing the room to him. He tried to act as though he was uninterested, tried to pretend that your hands on his chest didn’t affect him, tried to ignore the speed of his heart as it hammered under your palm.

Your hands travelled the beaten path they always did, from his chest to his collarbone, then hooking behind his neck. Trying to pull him down was useless, like trying to topple a brick wall with bare hands, but you caught him staring out of the corner of his eye.

“Look at me.” Your whisper was a command, and he had always been faithful to a fault. “I love you.”

He tried to hide the oncoming smile, dropping his chin to his chest, but you were quick to guide his gaze back to yours. There was no way you’d be missing that careful grin. His eyes were soft and gentle when they met your own, there was hesitance in them that you didn’t want to see, so you kissed him.

He melted against you, arms winding around your back and pulling you against his chest, you hummed and he couldn’t stop the full blown grin from forming on his lips; breaking away to look at you like a giddy school boy.

“Are you going to take it back?” You asked, brushing your nose against his in a bunny kiss. 

“Will I still get to kiss you if I do?” He joked, you rolled your eyes albeit in good nature, hands cradling his cheeks as he continued to smile.

“I think that can be arranged,” you mused, leaning in to kiss him again, the two of you falling into familiar rhythm with one another.

Spring slinked out of the partially open door, tail held high, she had seen more than enough.

[cheekyboybeth]

Sometimes it really hurts how some people view my religion

[cowlovely]

i truly do think that clara oswald is one of the characters of all time i’m sorry.

[bicheetopuff]

I don't know if anyone has realized this yet but isn't afo kinda way too freaky about yoichi lol? like c'mon whats going on

Yeah I’ve seen people talk about their relationship like that before and how it’s kind of sketchy. Tbh though, I never really saw it like that.

I don’t think the people that see their relationship in that way understand that possessive abusers can come in any form. Any sort of relationship has the potential to become dangerously possessive whether it be a romantic one, parental one, or a brotherly one. I think since Yoichi is the only person All for One has ever had remotely care about him in a normal-ish way, he wanted to keep the only genuine connection he had for as long as he could, and if he couldn’t, then Yoichi lost his use to him.

I don’t think he cared about Yoichi himself at all as his brother, I think he cared more about what Yoichi was able to give him. It’s a “if I can’t have him, then no one can” kind of situation, but like I said above, that situation doesn’t always have to translate to romantic obsession, and I actually think it’s kind of harmful to see an obsession like AFOs as one that can only be explained away by potential romantic feelings.

I speak from experience, familial obsession can turn just as intense and dangerous as romantic obsession. They’re very real and I honestly find it disgusting that people try to turn it into a “AFO is gay for his brother” thing. Let me ask, would you think the same if Yoichi was AFOs son instead of brother?

Now, I don’t know if you meant your ask in that way, Anon, but I figured I’d talk about this anyway because I see a post about it every once in a while, and this just kind of made me want to add my two cents on it.

[ciderjacks]

The JD vs Amber Heard stuff was actually insane. I didn't keep up with it because I disagreed with the sheer principle of publicizing something like *that* but the misogyny was MASK OFF...

NO LIKE FRL IT WAS SO INSANE

[kimetsu-chan]

I’m gonna be out most of the day bc I’ll be helping my dad with a big shopping trip plus being out after, so I’m going to be super duper exhausted

I don’t do well in crowded or loud places in the slightest, I get woozy and tired and I feel miserable or like I’m gonna pass out, and if the shopping isn’t gonna make me wanna cry, the outing after will bc it’s gonna be packed with lots of noise and people

I don’t say this because I want to complain, I just wanna give a super quick warning that I might not be active tomorrow as well as today bc when I get exhausted, my mental health tends to decline as well ;-;

so- a bit of a warning that I may poof a bit (sorry! 😣)

[herebecritters]

Please understand that, more often than not, works of fiction are a fictional exploration of concepts and ideas rather than a declaration of morality

[p4rty4nim4l]

never ending guilt

[heavenlysphere]

Um. I have these in my inbox and I do not know what to do do I just post them I don’t want to turn a blind eye but I have mental illness in doing things wrong currently. I don’t knwo who a 90-ghost is and I don’t know how to check if real or not because i cannot see destruction currently or i will dissociate. Uhm tumblr.com is probably not the best place to ask but it is in my tumblr ask box so that is my first thought

[lostinthe--stars]

Please, ranty essay on Elsa

Ooh, you bet!

There’s going to be absolutely no rhyme or reason to how this gets laid out, but I will number my reasons for some semblance of readability. It has also been a little bit since I actually watched frozen, so I probably don’t remember all the details of my arguments

1. At the end of Frozen 2, she completely fucks off to the forest - WHICH SHE DIDNT EVEN SAVE. ANNA DID. Then, she leaves Anna to be Queen, which, knowing Anna’s character, she would ABSOLUTELY NOT WANT. And she doesn’t even bother turning up to the coronation??????? Excuse me?? Miss?? You’re dumping all your responsibilities onto your sister and you won’t even bother showing up to her coronation. Ok sure.

2. Elaborating on the didn’t save the forest herself stuff. Anna did ALL the work to save the forest. And Elsa went off and died. Whoops? But then Elsa still gets all the glory, cause yippee, she saved Arendelle, even though Anna saved the forest (of which Elsa is one of the spirits, and then Elsa gets to enjoy all the benefits of the forest? Huh?????) Anna did all that while having to grieve Olaf and her sister. She managed to figure that shit out and get it done. Elsa sure as fuck didn’t, she went off to find her parents, and then died. She gets a cool water horse out of it. She gets to be a spirit of a first she didn’t even save. And Anna, as usual, gets nothing.

3. This is slightly more Anna specific, and it’s to do with her abandonment issues which Elsa time and again worsens. Anna is TRAUMATISED. Very clearly, traumatised. She is TERRIFIED of being abandoned and losing people. So what does Elsa, in all her wisdom, do to Anna in Frozen 2? Abandons her. And then dies (and only Elsa gets closure on her parents, like fuck Anna I guess). Elsa actively re-traumatised Anna, KNOWING Anna has some serious issues being abandoned. And then to bring up Anna’s coronation again, which Elsa doesn’t turn up for.

4. This is sort of tying in 1 and 3, and for this point I DO give her a little more slack since she’s also traumatised, but it’s running off and dumping all her responsibilities on Anna in the first movie. Again, I give her a slack on this one, since it’s intentional and she’s dealing with issues of her own. But once again, it’s that abandonment. Anna has just gotten her sister back, after years of desperately wanting to spend time with her. Of COURSE Anna would want to spend time with Elsa and be confused and have questions. Again, I understand what her parents drilled into her and all that. But, Elsa once again just…dips. Runs off into the mountain to have an (unearned) empowering song, while Anna is left to clean up her mess. While the ‘mess’ was unintentional, she was still actively running from her responsibilities as queen and dumping them on Anna. Which she goes on to do again in 2, but I digress.

5. Elsa. Just Elsa. She just pisses me off. For the above reasons, but also because I think she’s a terrible person, just in general? A lot of her attitude pisses me the fuck off. She always comes off as quite high and mighty, completely unearned. I feel this mostly in Frozen 2. She is incredibly selfish, but it is absolutely never addressed, and is instead repeatedly rewarded, while Anna is left with nothing, despite how hard she tries.

6. This one isn’t specifically against Elsa entirely, but it makes my heart hurt for Anna so I’m including it. I am devastated for Anna that she never got a proper relationship with her parents. She was completely isolated, never let outside, no sister, no parents, no one. Even before what happens as children, with what little we see of the parents and them as kids, it is incredibly clear to me that already, so much more focus is being put on Elsa. Like in the second movie, Elsa gets to enjoy the entire song from her mother, while Anna is intentionally put to sleep. Anna wanted to listen to the song too! You very easily could have put her to sleep AFTER the song was over. But no. And then again, the only one to get any kind of closure for the parents is Elsa. She gets to ‘interact’ with her mother again. Anna gets to grieve Olaf and Elsa. Anna repeatedly gets nothing. Poor Anna.

I’m sure there’s more, but it’s 1am and I haven’t watched the movies in years. But it’s something that has always stuck with me. I relate super hard to Anna and the way she gets treated. While I am the oldest, growing up was very similar to how Anna grew up. So I think it’s why it strikes such a cord with me.

In short, I think Elsa is a terrible person and I can’t stand her. She repeatedly shows that she is selfish. Etc etc.

Feel free to disagree with me and voice your own opinions! I’d love to discuss things further with anyone interested.

Thanks for letting me go on about all this!

[permanentreverie]

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[theicarusconstellation]

aaaand i did it again

[helloidkwhatimdoing-0]

I don’t want to make everything abt myself, but my family deciding that the week before I have 3 a level exams was the best time to start redecorating my sisters room (aka lots of using power tools) is like another level of unaware what.

[sunsetsandsunshine]

TW: Weird vent thingie

SHIT.

I am such a horrible big sister what the actual hell. What is wrong with me. As an older sibling I’m supposed to just be there for my younger siblings. Who CARES if I’m sad? Who CARES if I’m overstimulated? Who tf CARES if I’m on the brink of a meltdown? My younger siblings come first and idk why I keep expecting something in return.

It’s not their job to ask me if I’m okay. I’m older. I can handle whatever the hell im going on with. I feel like such an ASSHOLE and now one of my siblings are gonna suffer bc of the fact that I can’t just do my job correctly.