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//ooc. while I didn't voice it literally here, it's about time to do it now. I am quitting tumblr roleplay for the foreseeable future. I wanted to thank everyone who joined me on my journey of writing P on this blog, as it was all quite lovely. I thought I could heal from the loss I've experienced, but each time I think about returning here, my heart breaks all over again. I know it sounds dramatic, but I simply cannot live with my own failure here. There are many things I wish I could change, but it's out of my reach.

Thank you everyone for writing with me and being amazing rp partners. I remain available on discord and my personal tumblr, but I hope we get to meet with our muses in the future. I'm sorry for disappointing everyone here.

And I'm sorry for disappointing you the most.

I love you all.

Sincerely, Tea.

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//ooc. I won't be returning to tumblr writing for a while more, though I will return eventually for sure. It's just that a lot of happened here and privately and my mental health declined drastically the last two months. I don't feel exactly comfortable on tumblr anymore and it feels like jabbing at a slightly healed wound, so I'll stay on discord for now. I am up to roleplays and chatting over there, so add me if you're up to anything like that! Under the cut.

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//ooc. Things remain without a change. I'm utterly heartbroken and in all honesty, just looking at tumblr makes me upset. I wish to return here one day, but as of today, the blog will remain on hiatus until further notice. To anyone who wishes to continue our threads or simply stay in touch, please contact me on discord. I'm sorry for such a sudden disappearance. Healing is a process.

//ooc. I won't be returning to tumblr writing for a while more, though I will return eventually for sure. It's just that a lot of happened here and privately and my mental health declined drastically the last two months. I don't feel exactly comfortable on tumblr anymore and it feels like jabbing at a slightly healed wound, so I'll stay on discord for now. I am up to roleplays and chatting over there, so add me if you're up to anything like that! Under the cut.

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//ooc. I won't be returning to tumblr writing for a while more, though I will return eventually for sure. It's just that a lot of happened here and privately and my mental health declined drastically the last two months. I don't feel exactly comfortable on tumblr anymore and it feels like jabbing at a slightly healed wound, so I'll stay on discord for now. I am up to roleplays and chatting over there, so add me if you're up to anything like that! Under the cut.

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I am not back from my hiatus or whatever but

HOLY SHIT LIES OF P DLC

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Boss Battle but its the P-twins (real or fake fight? you can never tell!)

and Boss Battle but it's Venigni scolding his son-- friend puppet :)

[ Boss Battle ; ACCEPTING ]

Vs P-TWIN

and POV YOU MADE VENIGNI ANGY AND HE'S ABOUT TO PUT YOU IN TIME OUT

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//ooc;

so things don't seem to get any easier but to be perfectly honest, I'm tired of mopping around!! I cleaned the blog for the most part, had to remove a few bits here and there, and sorted and cleaned the drafts; some had to be archived! I realized a few blogs I roleplayed with got deactivated :(( But don't worry! I didn't remove any other threads, so even if you've been waiting for months now, the reply will still come! Asks sent long ago will also be answered! Terribly sorry for the wait.

As to my activity, it will be spotty and I might jump on and off, I'll generally be more active on discord, where we can chat, plot, and write! :) To everyone who didn't drift away during my absence, thank you for your patience!

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With a soft huff, P shook his head. Romeo was certainly skilled with his scythe, no doubt on par with P and his rapier... Yet, he couldn't shake off the thought that the Brotherhood might be too much for the King. Especially if all four of them jump at him. P didn't understand why was he worrying like that in the first place. If anything goes wrong, he can just go back and find another Romeo. With a soft frown, he looked at the King again. He wasn't aware of the oldest of the siblings being under the Alchemists' influence, powered up by their dangerous science. Perhaps it would be too much for him.

"In any case... I don't think you should be fighting them alone... If at all." P warned, clearly displeased with the idea of Romeo getting into a fight like this. P wasn't dismissing his skills, but then again, couldn't make himself trust him entirely with it. The risk was just too much. Perhaps there was no use in hiding the past timeline from Romeo any more. Oh, he couldn't hide it for long, could he? Sooner or later, the King would find out about it anyway, there was no use. "I've fought them before. All four of them, together. Twice." P summed up, figuring that maybe it's not enough to let his secret out. It depended on Romeo's wits at this point.

The idea of admitting to Romeo that he had killed him before was quite dreadful to him. The King shouldn't be able to remember the first time they ever met; after all, the Ergo from that time was long since gone. If he could, he would like to keep it a secret from him for as long as possible; afraid that the truth would make the King go against him again when they could actually use his help instead.

The apology coming from the King surprised P, and he stopped in his steps for a brief moment, looking at him. While a lot of people refrained from calling him Carlo, not many of them understood that he was his own person completely. Carlo's Ergo might have given him life, but it didn't give him anything besides that. His body, and his looks, it was all in resemblance to the late son of Geppetto, made by no other than the old man. It wasn't something P could deny or change. Nevertheless, he appreciated the smallest differences between them, most prominently his freckles, which Carlo lacked, and blue eyes - Carlo's were brown.

"It's... Alright." he replied shortly, unsure of what else to say in this situation. The King being so polite and nice to him made him feel... Odd. His own Ergo acted weird, P hadn't felt that before. "You couldn't have known before... I know he was... Important. To you, at least." he pointed out, resuming his walk, pulling Romeo with him. The memories at the seaside... Well, they weren't his, but seeing them in the sand was quite impactful. They helped him connect with Carlo and actually feel bad for him, instead of resenting him. Still, he was not Carlo and never would be. Part of him was glad the King understood that.

Listening to him talk, P thought for a moment. He wondered if it was thanks to Sophia that he wasn't bound to the Grand Covenant, after all, she was the one to wake him up. Perhaps if it was up to Geppetto, he would have to be obedient to him and him alone... A shiver ran down his spine, knowing well how that would have ended. "I am free. I'm trying to be." he mumbled, unhappy with his own thought process. Could he ever be truly free? What did freedom mean for a puppet anyway? P thought about Polendina and Pulcinella, about Julian's wife... Were they truly free? He wasn't able to tell. Could he ever find freedom and comfort like they did? He hoped so, though at the moment it felt impossible. "You are free now too." he said, unaware of how untrue could it actually be.

Gemini, on the other hand, seemed much more cheerful. The cricket was happy to have someone's attention, even if it was coming from the King he was distrustful of. "Oh well, I think it was quite splendid. Really didn't leave much room to the imagination!" he replied, only half serious. It seemed that conversation was enough to get Gemini to slowly warm up to the other. After all, the King could have killed them a long time ago, if he wanted to. "Maybe you can set up a different play some day. Surely, you won't forget about Gemini in that one!" he pointed out, sounding a little offended. How could he not be included? He was with P at all times!

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The King's hands weighed pleasantly on his body, he could feel his own skin burning up underneath the touch. Yet, the weight wasn't enough to keep him grounded, as the kisses made him anything but present. No, the Hotel, everything around them disappeared the moment Romeo kissed him again, leaving just the two of them together. P kissed Romeo back eagerly, yet shyly, following his lead carefully. Oh, how he loved the feeling of his touch, the way their bodies pressed together. It was all new, all so warm and electric at the same time.

It wasn't like their first kiss back at the Opera House. No, it was intense, P could only compare it to a battle; but it wasn't really a battle, was it? Oh well, if it was, P was definitely losing, his knees threatening to give in with every kiss Romeo offered. He didn't mind losing to him.

Then, the kisses moved away from his lips. P blinked a few times, surprised by the motion. Now, if the kiss a moment ago was new, this was something else entirely. The way Romeo's lips caressed his skin made his whole body tremble, each planted kiss leaving a burning sensation. As Romeo moved across his skin, P instinctively tilted his head to the side, giving him more space to do as he pleased.

The puppet surely wasn't programmed to feel pleasure coming from touch, but when the kisses reached his ear, P let out a shaky gasp, letting out a noise even he didn't expect himself to make. Could it be, that being together, and exploring humanity together made them feel things that weren't possible before? Was it caused by the bond they shared, by the way their Ergo pounded together? It was a completely new path for P and in a way, he could sense that Romeo wasn't familiar with it either - but that was just fine. They have each other, and they can hold each other's hands as they go into the new chapter together.

Intimacy, and desires like these were something completely new to P, but he knew right away that it wasn't something he would ever get enough of. No, he could stay like this forever, willingly trapped in Romeo's embrace, defeated by the way his lips traveled across his skin and the way his hands held him so close. The heat was coming off of both of them now and it was nothing but addicting. P could feel the newfound feeling in his chest, heating up the oil in his veins, making his artificial heart race, Ergo responding to the King's Ergo. P could sense that, and the thought of that resonance made him happy.

Unknowingly, with his hand on the back of Romeo's neck, P pulled him closer, his nose nuzzling into the blond hair as Romeo did as he desired, leaving the smaller puppet a complete mess in his arms. A soft whine escaped his lips at one of the kisses, and shortly after Romeo pulled away. P wanted to protest but found himself completely staggered, the sensation of the kisses still tingling at his skin. The King of Puppets won.

P's gaze was unfocused, his lips slightly agape in awe. It was Romeo's voice that finally brought him back to the Hotel and the puppet blinked a few times in an attempt to pull himself together. P smiled lightly, finally registering what Romeo had just said. Simultaneously, his hand slid from the back of Romeo's head down to his chest, resting right above where he could sense his Ergo. P kept it there, feeling his own Ergo threaten to escape his chest - almost as if it was ready to run and connect with the King's. It was a fluttering feeling and P basked in it, the warmth resembling that of sunshine. Gentle and comforting.

''We can dance again.'' he offered, his other hand still resting on Romeo's neck, fingers gently tracing across his skin. ''And thank you.'' P said softly, leaving it vague. Truth was, he thanked for a lot of things at once; for teaching him about feelings, for making him feel so free like just a moment ago; simply for being there, at his side, when he could have just gone his own way. P adored that.

The record might become one of his favourite, now with the memory of kissing Romeo bound to it forever. With a soft hum, he finally let go of him, hands moving down until they found Romeo's - there, their fingers intertwined. With a light pull, P made Romeo follow him towards the gramophone. The King needed rest, but they might as well listen to the record again, before going back to their room.

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⭐️ ｡･ﾟﾟ･🦋

⭐mutual bingo! ¬

Prince, you're so so cool and such a sweetheart!! Love chatting and plotting together and you're such a skilled artist too!! Keep being great! ♡

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⭐️ (:3c) (unfortunately there is no "put some iron in your mouth" bingo space)

⭐mutual bingo! ¬

You thought I wouldn't include that huh! We've been nice to each other for a little too long again. Hi Ted :)

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Star emoji for meeeee

⭐mutual bingo! ¬

You're so cool Gio!! There's no option in the bingo but I love your art too, you're so skilled! ♡

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⭐ ⭐⭐

⭐mutual bingo! ¬

We haven't really interacted yet, so I can't fill out everything but you seem like a fun person to talk and write with! ♡

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//ooc.

"Omg why are my drafts up to 40 I do not have that many threads!"

Two months worth of art, memes and musings: hi :)

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P listened to him, patient as ever. He was a little angry, and frustrated about the place; but deep inside, he knew it wasn't really Venigni's fault. Even if the puppets carried his name, the man couldn't have predicted what happened to them and the whole exhibition in the process.

It was hard to share his enthusiasm, as he did not know what those puppets used to be; to him right from the start, they were sadly nothing more than murderous machines. They went after him, each and every one of them, chasing him around the exhibition with spinning saw blades and drills, shooting at him and throwing explosives in his face. The heavy, shielded puppet on top of the Exhibition's framework was the cherry on top; he had suffered more damage from his constant trips down than he suffered from the hits, and one landing especially made his legion arm give out. It softened the landing but suffered a great amount of damage by doing so. It dangled limply on P's side, only to get torn off by said saw-blade-wielding puppet. P lost a lot of oil at the scene and the path led straight to the nearest stargazer, then from the Hotel's lobby to Venigni's workshop. It was now puddling on the marble floor beneath the puppet, but he paid no attention, listening to what the man was saying.

Even if he was too busy chatting to help him right away, P appreciated the company nevertheless. It was more than his 'father' had ever offered, and those who knew him knew how much it had meant to him. Though right now, with all the oil loss, he started to feel... Well, tired. His heart slowed down, not having enough liquids to pump, but P carried on, sitting up right on the stool, waiting for Venigni to work on the damage he had suffered.

"Sir, if you could, perhaps, stop the leak?" It was Gemini who finally interrupted him, though his tone betrayed nothing but amusement. P was free of the Grand Covenant, but it didn't mean that he was going to interrupt a man this passionate. The puppet blinked slowly and reached with his still attached hand to gently tap on the lamp, as his way of scolding the cricket hidden in it.

"It was the... Mining puppet. Sawblades." he mumbled, frowning slightly. It was difficult to focus and the information might have not been necessary to Venigni, but the man seemed interested enough to let him know.

"Can you repair it, dad?" Now, the last word was clearly not intentional, but the puppet didn't seem to notice, and Gemini only chirped in a way that resembled a chuckle. Oh, well. It wasn't that far from truth anyway.

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The puppet flops down onto one of the chairs in Venigni's workshop at the Hotel. He's visibly upset, as shown by the clear pout on his face. P extends his hand towards the man, handing him his legion - broken and detached. It wouldn't be fair to blame Venigni for everything going on but at the same time... Those were his inventions. So okay, maybe he is just a little fussy. "The Grand Exhibition." he says, enough of an explanation.

"Oh.

Oh dear."

Venigni let out a soft sigh as he carefully put Legion in his arms, with the same softness he could use to pick up a toddler. It was... bad. He hardly saw one of the puppet's mechanical arms reduced in such a state, so he could just imagine what he went through!

"Ah, yes... I should've expected that. My beautiful exhibition, the symbol of progress and a new era, turned into a torture chamber! Although--"

Just as the arm is left on the worktable, his imagination started to move with the speed of a thousand horses.

"I wonder how they managed to become giant weapons! Of course, some guards do have swords, but the Industrial Puppets were just made to help cleaning and fixing the streets! Oh, wonder how they managed to turn a broom into something so dangerous-- or maybe they made their own weapons! And the unicycle puppets, I'm certain they found something to throw and--"

... ...hey, Venigni. You can overthink about this later. You're sounding a little too excited.

"...of course" he cleared his throat "This is bad! Very bad."

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There wasn't anything particularly different about the day; just like any other, P left the Hotel early in the morning, sweeping some of the frenzied puppets off the streets, together with the carcasses that seemed to find their way closer to the Hotel each day. Enough time has passed since he started eradicating the monsters of Krat - but it was harder every day. All those puppets, all those carcasses. They once had families, friends, and places to be and call their home. Now? Reduced to a hateful lump of porcelain or rotting flesh.

With a soft sigh, Geppetto's puppet wiped his rapier off the bodily fluids of a carcass that now lied by his feet. The color was anything but natural, but neither was the process of how carcasses came to be, so it was hard to expect anything else.

It was then that someone's voice drew his attention. Finding someone alive on the streets of Krat these days was rare and always unexpected. Especially when they didn't seem immediately hostile, though P took enough beatings to not trust people right away. With his rapier still in his hand, P turned to face the person who was fast approaching him. Gemini chirped quietly by his hip, betraying the nervousness of the cricket. P didn't mind; the person didn't seem to be too dangerous.

"What is it." The puppet asked though the sentence was not accented to sound like a question, with the inflection at the end of it missing. P was still lacking the basic skills of human communication, often missing the tone of his replies. The Hotel's residents did a great job correcting him and if they weren't around, Gemini took on that role.

''He meant it as a question, of course. Please forgive him." Ah, there he was. Gemini seemed to have a much easier time talking now when the stranger was in the puppet's rapier range.

It so happened that P and Gemini could be the best source of information, having lived through most of the major events of the puppet frenzy, and being responsible for making the city safe. Ish.

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   Krat, supposedly a wonderful city at one point in time, reduced to what Gerry saw before him now, thanks to two catastrophic events.  Never before had he seen something so localized and contained, a minor apocalypse in its own right, perhaps by some Entity doing a practice run for a future ritual.  Whatever it was, it was worth an investigation.

   He was going to be mostly on his own because the human population of the place was devastated by disease and the puppet frenzy—Corruption and Stranger, if he had to make a preliminary judgment.  Still, they always left witnesses behind, and he would take whatever help came his way.

   He had been in the city for almost a full day, roaming around, narrowly avoiding being taken out by some of the automatons he encountered, nothing especially helpful.  He was looking for some documentation, an… Archive, that might tell him a bit more about what happened here, almost writing off the possibility of talking to someone entirely, when he came across someone that looked more human than the rest.

   “Hey!”  He tried to flag them down, to signal that he wasn’t a threat, but his appearance had never been especially inviting.  “Hey, if I could have a moment, I’d like to ask you a few questions, if that’s okay.”

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P was careful to listen to Carlo's breathing and heartbeat; afraid that it would stop any second, with his human companion leaving him behind. On any other day, the planet was no less than a tropical paradise; sure, it was dangerous, but above all, it was incredible. Even with monsters lurking around almost every corner, the planet was wonderful. The environment, landscapes, and many species of flora and fauna coexist together, often benefiting from each other's presence. It was a planet unlike any other, and P wished both of them could go back to simply enjoying it. Even with survival as their main objective, they always had the time to explore and admire the planet.

Right now? It was nothing less than a nightmare. Carlo's condition was getting worse every day, and suddenly the planet didn't seem as beautiful and cozy. With the perspective of Carlo passing, P didn't want to think of surviving on his own, even if he would be capable of it.

Hearing Carlo's voice, P hugged him a little tighter, as if afraid to let go. The alien nodded softly but didn't move away immediately. He clung to his friend desperately, hands squeezing on his shirt lightly; P always made sure to be careful with his claws. Only after a minute or two, did he finally move away, helping Carlo lie down on the pillows. Right at the beginning of his illness, P had brought all the pillows and blankets he managed to craft or scavenge, just to make his bed as comfortable as possible. It wasn't long after that P pushed their beds together, giving Carlo more space to rest as well as space for himself, to be close to him and hold him.

The alien carefully stepped out of the bed, moving to fix one of the blankets on top of Carlo, making sure he would stay warm. His gaze stayed a bit longer on him, afraid that once he came back, he would be gone. With a soft sigh, he forced himself to look away, before moving to the area of their base that was used as an improvised kitchen. They had gathered food and supplies there, enough to last for a bit without the need to hunt constantly. If it weren't for the indoor planters, P would have to leave the base frequently to get the needed ingredients. They were lucky enough to upgrade their base well before Carlo fell ill. This way they could spend at least a week without the need to go out and even longer without the need to go deeper into the planet's depths.

Careful, P picked all the ingredients he needed for the special tea he had 'invented' for Carlo. The alien figured, that if there's something that is able to defend itself against the deadly bacteria, it has to be thriving on this planet. With that knowledge and with the help of Carlo's scanner and PDA, he was able to gather enough specimens of the flora surrounding them. By cutting them, boiling or grinding them, and then putting them together in a cup of hot water, he had managed to make some sort of medicine for Carlo - it wasn't the best in taste and the effects of it wouldn't properly cure the human, but it was enough to make him feel better for a few hours. On his way out of the kitchen, he grabbed a small ice pack from their fridge. With the tea done and a piece of lantern fruit on a small plate ready, P went back to Carlo.

For a moment, the alien stood in the bedroom area, watching Carlo in bed. He held his own breath, watching for the slightest sign of movement and live from Carlo; for just a moment, he was afraid that he had passed while he was gone, but to his relief, Carlo took in another break. Sighing softly, the alien approached the bed and sat on the side of it. With the cup and plate left on the bedside table, P helped Carlo sit up again, moving to rest him against his chest. This way he had both arms to help Carlo drink. Carefully, he brought the cup up to his lips and held it for him, tipping it gently so he could sip on it. The liquid was warm and slightly bitter and while the effects would take a few minutes to kick in, the warmth of it was comforting enough. With a few breaks in between each sip, the tea was finished.

"I brought you some fruit. You should eat it." P said softly, picking up the plate. He knew that eating was a challenge in Carlo's state, and even if he managed to swallow anything, it would soon come back. P knew that Carlo needed to eat to feel better, so he often tried to make him eat at least little bits of food at a time. Hopefully, with the tea he would be able to eat some more.

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Carlo felt P gently guiding him back leaning against him and how he moved a cloth to his nose so he could stop the bleeding. He surely could have held the fabric on his own too but he didn’t mind the alien doing it for him. Who knew how much strength he still had in him and when his arm would grow tired. Nonetheless he lifted his hand and placed it on P's to do his part, feeling too weirded out by not even trying in the end.

His vision was still blurry and a few spots danced in front of his eyes making fear already claw on his heart again and whisper in his ear that he wouldn’t make it, that he would leave P alone on this awful planet all by himself with no way home-- but before the thoughts could cause him more pain again his friend leaned into him and nuzzled his nose into his hair. Such a small gesture but it made Carlo's mind immediately empty itself and he relaxed sinking more into the hug and against P's chest.

He could feel him breath, the rythm of rise and fall and the soft blow of air making his curls move and it felt only natural to adapt said rythm and be as calm as him.

Though Carlo was sure the alien was anything but calm on the inside and just as stressed out by the situation as he was. He wouldn’t blame him. This sucked in every possible way and he wished it would finally be over. Too bad he only himself seemed to be able to conduct a vaccine as P was unable to use any human technology and now exactly his brain was being scrambled by sickness. Only momentarily things brought him relief and clarity.

"Can I have one of your teas, Pino?" Carlo replied quietly after a moment of consideration, his voice a bit hoarse and pressed the cloth back down when P lifted it since he was still bleeding.

The tea was one of the few things that had given him two to three hours of a clear mind and painless body and it would be enough to at least continue a little his research. Just a bit so this would hopefully find an end soon.

"Maybe if we have something cold that too. I can put it on my neck. That should stop the bleeding." Or so Carlo had heard. He never had been too interested in the first aid classes they have had and he now deeply regretted having messed around with Romeo instead of listened. It really came back to bite him now.

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