#putty pygmalion

[sixgills]

Its official! Putty Pygmalion is being published by @silversprocket and comes out in July!!!!

Derryl, a lonely radish, creates a boyfriend out of a defunct & illegal children's product. His creation, Peter, springs to life ready to make a child happy, & instead finds a suffocating existence catering to Derryl’s needs.

When Peter sneaks out to a party one night & meets Derryl’s friends, he discovers more to his creator’s intentions. A queer complication on the Pygmalion myth, brought to life through Lonnie Garcia’s emotional, multimedia comic art. Pre-order now!

Link to preorder book here

[evulbad]

peter phone charm for your troubles?

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

Oh no putty dog. He looked so happy to be alive. He is made for children's entertainment why are you doing this to him radish dude </3

[kitsumo]

just read putty pygmalion OOUUUUUGUGHGHGHGUHGUHGUIOGHGUGOIGHGOUHG

[troopers-toons]

Scary jokes x moral orel fanart because I'm gay and love these two things very much

[vespulagermanica]

READ PUTTY PYGMALION AND MAKE PUTTY PYGMALION FANART ANS CREATIONS MY PSIONIC WARRIORS(including me)

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Jacopo Amigoni, (Venice, 1675-1752 Madrid) Pygmalion and Galatea - Ovid's Metamorphoses describes the story of the Cypriot sculptor Pygmalion, who fell in love with one of his marble creations. He named the work Galatea, and prayed to the goddess Aphrodite that she would have mercy on him and transform his inanimate creation into living flesh. As the story goes, upon returning from Aphrodite's temple, Pygmalion kissed Galatea, only to discover that her lips were flush red and that she was miraculously changing into a human being. The pair fell deeply in love and soon married, bearing a son named Paphos, after whom the Cypriot city is named. Amigoni has conflated the elements of the story, presenting the scene at the height of the sculptor's desperate entreaty to the goddess, who has just descended in a tumble of clouds and putti. Her hand rests gently on Galatea's arm, suggesting that the marble figure will momentarily begin her metamorphosis, and imbuing the scene with dramatic energy.

[matoitech]

omg putty pygmalion is getting a print release (here) i rly wanted one when i first read it digitally so i want to share

[looneymooney]

a little push

neil perry x fem reader

"he's staring again" charlie shoved todd and tilted his head towards neil. neil was fixated on her. the only girl in their literature class. y/n. he never flat out said the words, but all the poets knew he had feelings for her. she made him act like an idiot even with a simple glance. she turned him into putty.

"its been 2 months since she enrolled, its getting kinda pathetic." knox leaned in, grabbing cards out of the pile on the table.

"we should help him out" todd said, glancing back at neil.

"and how do you suggest we do that?" pitts reached out and grabbed his drink, then handed cameron a card

"we intervene." charlie smirked, dropping his cards. "come here, huddle up. ill explain."

-

it was 6:30 and the boys were gathered in the common room doing their respective activities. todd was studying, bouncing his leg. charlie was drawing a battle scene between aliens and cowboys. meeks and pitts were working on their transmitter. knox was boring cameron by talking about his ploys towards chris. and across the room y/n was reading a book whilst sprawled out across a chair. then in came neil.

charlie looked up at todd and raised his eyebrows.

" hey neil, can you come over here a minute" todd breathed out, he was very noticeably nervous but in a way it was working to his advantage.

"hey bud, whats up? need help with your math?" neil asked, pulling out the chair next to todd.

"well actually, i was hoping i could have your help with something else?" his eyes darted before meeting neils.

"anything, what is it?"

"well theres this girl..."

"MY LITTLE TODDY HAS A CRUSH!?" neils eyes lit up, he seemed super energetic and bouncy

"shh!!!" todd pulled neil down and covered his mouth

"well spit it out, who is the lucky girl who caught your eye?" neil playfully shoved todds arm earning a smile from him.

"its the girl from keating's class. y/n. have you met her yet?" todd noticed a slight shift in neils face, but he fixed it in a moments time.

"yeahh yeah, shes really nice. good for you man, what is it exactly you needed my help with?" neil could sense it but he was praying that todd wasnt about to ask him what he though he was.

"well actually i was hoping you could go talk to her for me, yknow get a feel for her. see if shes single, if shes even looking. i dont want to talk to her until i know if its even worth it." annnd, there it is. neil was clenching his fist under the table, he had newly formed crescent moons in his palms.

"id be happy to, next time i see her ill talk to her." neil smiled trying his hardest to keep his cool.

"shes there now. i really appreciate it neil." todd looked to her, giving him an encouraging smile.

"she sure is. ill be right back." he stood up, and turned towards you. his heart was pounding so loud. the world was quiet, his love for you was all he could hear. but he couldn't think about it. todd likes you, so he cant. he kicked himself for not making a move faster.

"well ive gotta say you have amazing taste." he said nodding towards your book

"ah yes, pygmalion. a classic. who doesnt love to read about financial corruption."

'she, shes funny.' he thought, a huge dumbfounded smile on his face.

"im neil perry" and extends his arm to her.

"y/n, its nice to meet you neil." she smiled warmly

'god shes adorable'

"not that im not enjoying your hovering, but would you like to have a seat? we can talk some more if youd like"

his heart sped up, as if it were possible.

"ye yeah id love to." he stumbled over his foot on his way to the couch next to her.

they talked for about an hour, he laughed with her more than he has the rest of the year combined. they worked so well together, the conversation never felt forced or difficult. it was just, easy. he was more in love with her now than he was before, unbeknownst to him she felt the exact same intense emotions for him. before they knew it it was curfew time, so they parted ways, "i look forward to seeing you again, neil." she smiled, leaving him weak at the knees. and with that, she was gone.

he felt like he was floating, he had had the most amazing night. her smile was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and her laugh. god dont get him started. and the way she scrunches her nose when shes embarrassed about something, she was everything.

he swung his dorm door open and threw his bag onto the bed. it was then he was faced with the crushing realization that was todd sitting on his bed. 'my best friend is in love with her. hes in love with her so i cant be.' he felt small.

"hey neil, howd it go?" neil swears hes never todd smile so big.

"it was great. shes hilarious. you two are gonna get along great." neil turned his face away from todd because he couldn't force himself to fake a smile anymore.

todd laughed, moving over to sit at his desk. "neil dude, for someone with such a high gpa you're really taking a long time to figure it out."

"what do you mean?" neil darted his head towards him. "whats there to figure out?"

"it was charlies idea, but we knew you werent gonna talk to her by yourself. not without a little push. so i pushed you" todd was grinning so widely, amused by neils confusion.

when neil finally reached the conclusion, he was a smiling idiot. he spun around and jumped on todds bed, "YOU SNEAKY BASTARD" todd erupted in laughter. "to you, im forever grateful" neil said, bowing, tipping an imaginary hat. "shut up" they laughed.

the next morning neil received pats on the back, and a few on the butt, complements of the dead poets. they all walked in the dining hall for breakfast when they saw you sitting there, reading.

"if you'll excuse me boys," neil smiled heading towards you.

"mind if i?" neil asked smiling, "mm yes! i read those poems you told me about last night. theyre genius." she smiled at him, they began to talk about any and everything. and a few days later they began dating. neil played it off as a joke but he really would always be grateful for what the poets did for him and y/n. they helped him get the girl who would save him.

[bitchfitch]

A Pleasant Trip to the Circus

(ie, The statue man and the medusa's meet cute)

no warnings needed

Adonis' eyes had shattered months ago, but he had never needed them to see. They, like every other part of his crafted body, had been more of a decoration than an actual part of him, so it had surprised him how much he missed having them. He didn't miss their weight in his carved sockets or the tackiness of the putty that his creator had used to keep them pointing the right way, but without them his empty eyes seemed to frighten and fascinate those who looked at him in equal measures. They seemed to illicit more stares and stolen looks from strangers than when he had had them.

He didn't wish to be looked at.

When he had his eyes those who passed him on the street might cast a look his way but after seeing his human like eyes they would write off the grey stone and gold guiding that made up most of his skin as makeup. But without them it was painfully obvious that he was not flesh and blood, that his strange silence and stillness was natural and not a performance, that he was not human. 

Some recoiled at the realization, others drew closer, staring at his face and taking pictures with their phones as he held still and waited for them to leave. Some would pull at the fabric of his clothes or at the ribbons of his hair, curious fingers would touch and grope and prod as they tried to puzzle out why a statue as magnificently realistic as this one would have been left here. 

Some recognized him from before he was alive. From when he and his creator had toured the entire continent so that all could marvel at his Pygmalion's work. So that all could marvel at Adonis. 

The ones who recognized him always asked where his eyes went, or where his creator had gone. Some jokingly asked if Adonis had finally divorced the other Mr. Wright. 

Adonis did not respond to any of them. He couldn't speak even if he wanted to, so he just waited. 

He learned to travel at night, to keep his hood up and his head down. He had wanted to see the world Henry had kept him hidden from in the years following his awakening, but he had never considered that maybe many of the things Henry had said were true.

That this was not a world built for hollow stone men. That he was delicate, and trusting others to not try and break him was foolish. 

Still, he explored.

The world was so much bigger than the chateau and the corpse that rotted away at its center, and he needed to know it all. He needed to find a place where he couldn't hear his beloved creator's voice calling for him anymore. 

He found something close on a late summer's day. The scorching heat had chased most of the people into the shade and air-conditioned buildings and away from this circus that was still setting up for its opening night. 

Adonis didn't know what drew him here, didn't know what he was looking for, but something pulled him along as the dry dirt crunched beneath his heel with every step. 

A woman approached him as he neared the gates. She was older, balding, and covered in a sheen of sweat from directing the construction efforts all day, 

"Sorry sir, we're not-" her voice cought in her throat as she looked up to meet his empty eyes, she swallowed hard, taking a step back more on instinct than out of fear, "You- Hello? Are you- Are you still alive in there?" she waved her hand in front of Adonis' face, 

Adonis cocked his head. He couldn't really emote, his face frozen in the same pout that it had been carved into by his beloved, but he wondered if the stranger understood that he was confused by the question. No one had ever questioned if he was alive before, he very clearly had never been.

"Are you here to see her? The medusa? Did she do- Oh she's going to be so happy to know one of you lived!" The woman broke out in a grin as she grabbed his wrist to pull him along towards one of the tents.

He could tell that she was strong, that there was a fair amount of muscle hiding under her loose skin and fat, but he knew that not even some one like her could move him on her own. Yet, he found himself following her, too confused to resist her touch or to use his not insignificant weight to stop them both in their tracks.

She lead him to the back of a small shipping container that had been painted with the circus' name and logo in long faded colors.

Rapping on the door she called out, "Ione! You have a visitor!" 

"I do?" a soft voice called back, the entire truck the crate sat on shifted as something moved inside of it, "Who is it?" 

"He Hasnt told me his name yet, but he looks like he might be someone you'd know," the woman grinned at him while the door swung open, letting out a wave of air barely cooler than the surrounding heat as it did so,

Adonis had never taken a breath in all his years of existence, but this must be what it felt like to lose it. 

The woman in shipping container, Ione, was stunning in ways Adonis would never be able to put to words even if he could speak or write them all out one by one. 

She had the torso of a sturdy looking human woman with all the muscle and soft fat that that would imply, but instead of legs she had a long, thick snakes body trailing out into the darkness of the container behind her. Her crane like neck lead to a narrow and finely scaled vipers head that itself had a long thick tail emerging from a writhing mass of black snakes that almost looked like hair or an oil spill. Her dress was boxy and sleevless, and it showed off the defined muscles that were barely softened by the shimmer of her cremy white, or rich brown and pitch black scales. The fabric was finely beaded in intricate swooping patterns and it made such a satisfying clicking noise with her every movement as she leaned out of the back of this cargo container. 

Though she wore a thick black cloth tied around her face, covering her eyes completely as well as much of her snout, Adonis would guess those were equally enrapturing. She was completely unlike anything he had ever seen before. Large and powerfully despite the grace that flowed through her every rolling movement and stunning besides the her fearsome size.

He wondered if this is what all of those speechless mueseum goers had felt looking at him on his pedestal, though he doubted his creator could have ever made anything as divinely beautiful as this woman.

"Hello?" " she asked, her voice even prettier when not muffled by the metall walls, 

"Go on then, introduce yourself," the woman grinned, gesturing to Ione

Adonis waved lamely, though he doubted she could see the motion past her veil. He turned to the woman and tapped his fingers against his carved lips before drawing an ex over his throat in am attempt to convey his muteness.

The woman sucked in a breath as she realized her error but Ione spoke up first, "I can tell there's something here," she gestured to him, "But I don't get this joke Melanie, what is it, and why are you saying its here to see me?" 

Adonis tried not to wince at being referred to as an 'it' he knew she probably meant nothing by it, but it still hearkened back to some memories that were better left alone. 

"I don't think he can talk, but he's a statue. The same grey marble the things you turn to stone become, but he's fully animate, like he walked up to the gates on his own and everything," she gently grabs one of Ione's massive hands and tugs it towards Adonis, "Just feel his hand and that will be all the proof you need," 

Adonis hesitated for a moment as Ione's face drew tight at being man handled by Melanie,  but after quick head jerk from the older woman, Adonis did as she wanted, and took Ione's hand in his. It was mockery of a handshake, as Melanie pulled hers away. 

Ione's scales were softer than Adonis had expected them to be, like velvet or a well worn blanket instead of plastic or glass, as she carefully felt the sun warmed stone of his hand. He wondered if his smooth carving felt rough to her, if the natural texture of the rock he'd been carved from was as nice for her as her softness was for him. 

"You... are," she said softly, sadness and amazement tangling in her voice, "Did I do this to you?" 

He shook his head and gestured for Melanie to speak up for him, 

"He's shaking his head no," Melanie said, "Wait, then what happened to make you like that?" 

"Hush Melanie, he doesn't have to tell us if he doesn't want to, and besides that, I think the fact that he can't talk might make a question like that a little difficult to answer," 

"I'm sure he has a way to communicate," she huffs, "Like a pen or paper? Or Oh! Simone's little sister is deaf, so she probably knows sign, I can go get her!" Melanie had almost already ran off before Adonis caught her by the shoulder, he didn't hold her hard but still she was jolted to a stop, "Shit, you're a strong one aren't you? What's up?" 

"He stopped you from going to go get Simone?" Ione sighed, "Sir, do you even know sign?" 

Adonis shrugs and shakes his head, then he mimes out writing and shakes his head again, 

"He doesn't, and going by that second little bit of charades I don't think he can write either," Melanie scratches her chin, "Say, Stones, do you have anywhere to go?"

Adonis cocks his head and waits for her to continue, 

"Like, you came here for a reason, and given I don't think you you were looking for Ione here, maybe you were after a job? Like if you are, I think I have the perfect place for a piece of work like you," 

He shrugged again as he finally pulled his hand from Ione's, he had no need for a job, but he already felt more comfortable here than he had almost anywhere else. Melanie was a bit intense, but she didn't stare or treat him as inanimate, and the two women had already put more effort into trying communicate with him than almost anyone else ever had. So, he wasn't apposed to sticking around depending on what Melanie had to offer. 

"She probably wants you to be part of the freak show," Ione said flatly,

"The Oddities and The Beauties, Not the freak show," Melanie exclaimed, "Ignore her, Stones, we aren't that out dated around here. I promise you would be treated with the upmost respect," 

"Are we really calling him 'Stones'? He probably has a name already," Ione slithered out of her container, all 30 or so feet of her coiling out onto the grass as she closed the door to her container. He scales shimmered in the sunlight so brightly that Adonis was almost too distracted by the spectacle to continue listening to Melanie.

"Until we find a way for him to tell us his name, he's Stones," Melanie nodded, "But again, Stones, I promise you you will not regret tagging along with us. We travel all over the country  seeing everything there is to see while putting on good family friendly shows that have entertained millions! You have Got to at least stick with us through this stop so you can get an idea of what the experience is like!" she sticks out a hand, "Are you in?" 

"You haven't even told him what he would be doing," Ione said, 

Though Ione is right, Adonis doesn't hesitate to shake Melanie's hand.

"Wonderful! Ione, give him a tour while I go get things set up for tonight, you two are going to be the talk of the town before we leave it!" She runs off with a wild smile on her face before either of them can stop her. 

"I'm... sorry about her, She gets excited." Ione huffs fondly, "But come on then, I'll try and fill you in on everything she missed," 

[sixgills]

Putty Pygmalion, the long form comic I have been working on for the past year, is now available to buy!

Derryl, a lonely radish, attempts to create a boyfriend out of a defunct and now illegal children's product. 

Link to the pdf, I hope you enjoy it!🐶💔🥬

[evulbad]

make a boyfriend out of putty, what could POSSIBLY go wrong

if you haven't read putty pygmalion by @sixgills yet, what are you even doing!!!! hop to it

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

Okay so like I get that Peter the sequel panicked when he thought he killed derryl and that the entire scene with Peter 'killing' Peter: lost in space was about derryl putting Peter numero uno on a pedestal and forcing Peter the sequel into a box to try and achieve the relationship with Peter numero uno he never got and the killing Peter: lost in space thing was Peter 2 electric boogaloo forcibly taking himself down from the pedestal derryl was placing him on and I get Peter numero dos doesn't hold any real malice against derryl

But goddammit I really wanted Peter to just bash his face in like a pinata

[kitsumo]

guess who read putty pygmalion and is being totally normal about it (autistic rambling under cut)

FUUUUUCK GO READ IT NOW ITS SO WORTH IT I PROMISE its a nice little comic about a guy making a boyfriend out of putty and the sheer terror that concept has

i will be mentioning spoiler-y topics in this while i describe these doodles and shit so if you wanna go into the comic without spoilers (which i recommend) please read no further and go buy the comic!!! its only 8 dollars, its great

/

OKAY. putty pygmalion gkarg au * collaspes on the floor dead and rotting * Anyways im so normal about this because it fits like super well. oOUuughhh..

renew is a little bastard who does Not deal with grief well at all ; in this au he'd take place of darryl where he buys like 50 pounds of this banned magic putty to recreate someone who was near to him

amias still dies, but in this he'd never have been named amias - due to penny not existing until renew makes her out of putty

speaking of penny (technically penny 2 here), she's new to life she has no idea what's happening and renew is not very good with putty so she's a little fucked up

she REALLY doesnt wanna be here but she has no idea how to get away from this guy or where she'd even go. renew probably keeps her in his room 24/7 away from his brother, ethan

because ethan would Loose his shit if he saw what renew was doing . as anyone would

renew in this is still a bit obssessive, personality wise he doesnt change but i think he'd take far more drastic actions in attmepting to keep penny2 here with him

also penny2 is trans #slay because something went wrong while renew was making her.Or something

[sixgills]

Most of the backgrounds in Putty Pygmalion were actual photos I took of the interior of a dollhouse!🏡

Buy the comic here!

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

God I love Peter Pygmalion <3 his character design is just shapes in my brain I love him