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tomwaterbabies · 2 years

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experiencing every possible pinocchio adaption i can part six

this took a while to get back on lol but luckily i had recorded my thoughts elsewhere so here's my thoughts. on previous pinocchios

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

16. Pinocchio (1976)

"starring sandy duncan" (i do not know who this is). another stage play. see. the problem i have is that i do Not like the themes of the original book. most adaptions will follow the themes of the original book. pinocchio is just kind of stupid and annoying here and not in an endearing way. i DID like some of the dancing though that was fun.

AND it has that frustrating thing where there's a good concept executed in a Bad Adaption. he's consistently told "well a REAL boy would do this" which would be an interesting concept but. it was not done great here. 4/10 not gay trans or anything bye

17. Pinocchio by Carmelo Bene (1999)

hi so this thing was horrific lol. pretty sure its a two-person show but im not sure (it was not in english and we didnt have subtitles). this felt like a fever dream. i do appreciate weird shit but tbh this was JUST weird and... nothing else. tbh. it felt experimental and i can respect that (and if this guy was famous or something sorry im a stupid american) but story-wise and also just. Film-Wise. it wasnt. good. 2/10 not gay or trans (im scared)

18. Pistachio (2010)

as is the case with many here in america i was raised with Christian Medias. most of it was a bad time- but veggietales was not! DIDNT STOP THIS THOUGH im so sad this disappointed so severely. taking the og theme to a Biblical Direction and making it all about respecting ur elders and listening to ur parents. no thank u!!!!!!!!!!!! they dont even have a silly song with larry. 3/10 the veggies are not gay and trans this time

19. Pinokio (1979)

ohhghghghhghhhhhhhhh THE BEAST. this was soooo bad but it was honestly kind of hilarious. played by an adult again (i hate it when they do this- especially when the other kids are still Kids). he AND his dad kept making really weird noises. pinocchio in particular would like... moan and whimper and whine almost every scene. what the fuck. could not figure out much else (no subtitles again). i think there was a genie (jin? sorry i dont actually know what word is right here) which tbh i think could be interesting- adapting myths from ur culture into pinocchio (or any fairytale really). this was not a great example tho. they also have a bunch of disney imagery just in the movie which is very funny also. 2/10 not gay or trans please stop moaning thank u

20. Golden Films Pinocchio (1992)

look at dr. wily lol. anyways i apparently wrote down that this was the worst animated one so far aside from pinocchio 3000 which. well thats certainly not true anymore. its really just. crusty animation, generic characters, and a pinocchio that is of course incredibly annoying and stupid. idk its certainly following the book but at what cost. also i dont like his voice. 2/10 not gay not trans dear lord there's so many 2/10s here

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echosong971 · 5 months

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he uh, got dis-armed again

he's been confined to the doggy pads until they can stop his arm from dripping oil everywhere

#sorry P for ripping off your arm all the time #it's a little TOO fun aha #also working without pen pressure has been An Experience #not a bad one tho #but definitely interesting #lies of p #neowiz #lies of p pinocchio #p #pinocchio #puppet #echosong971 #art #digital art #fanart #lies of p art #lies of p fanart

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phonydiaries · 8 months

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Beautiful Dreamer - P x Reader

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

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It seemed somewhat magical in the beginning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“All gone.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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bloodbrown · 7 months

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Having this touch starved P x reader thought.

P gets so damn excited when you make out with each other that his left arm, which is already kinda twitchy, gets uncontrollably shaky from the anticipation.

Like his entire left arm is literally vibrating and he doesn't know what to do with it.

It's not even in an exclusively sexual way either, P is just so touch-starved that it drives him up a wall to be grabbed at and kissed with so much intensity. It makes him shaky, and his heart pounds so loudly you can hear it, and it just rocks his entire world.

Call him a good boy in between kisses and this touch deprived puppet will literally short circuit.

#I mean the extent of his physical contact experience before all this was literally an occasional touch on the shoulders by Geppetto #so being held and touched and kissed all at once is like setting off a flash grenade in front of his face #p x reader #lies of p x reader #pinocchio x reader #lies of p headcanon #lies of p headcanons #November 2023

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sunkissedfawn · 2 years

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*not even 5 minutes into guillermo del toro’s pinocchio* those planes… it’s wwii isn’t it? the boy is going to die by a bomb isn’t he

*several minutes later boy dies by a bomb that hit the church and i stare into nothingness* … i can not be fooled anymore…

#i forgot when the great war took place then my sis reminded me #i took a wild guess and called the bomb happening killing him when he saw the 3 planes overhead what can i say #i was bummed i foresaw HOW he was gonna go because i wanted to be wrong and surprised by the plotline #i saw another person on tumblr surprised by the bomb and i’m happy they got that experience #cate blanchett killed it too lol #guillermo del toro's pinocchio #my thoughts #text

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lilac-cat-draws · 5 months

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Decided to give Bloodborne a go ever since Lies of P and so far I'm having a fun time

I tried to recreate my oc that would be fitting for the setting in the game and this was the best I got

Added Pinocchio in one of the doodles for a little crossover

#don't think I'll post a lot of Bloodborne posts cuz I really don't know what to talk about other than my experiences in the game #bloodborne #good hunter #bloodborne hunter #lies of p #but a tiny bit of it #pinocchio

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ivandra-winters · 4 months

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Watching the original version of Disney’s Pinocchio after studying developmental psychology is a bad idea, because the whole film is just…so terrible in terms of how everything is presented to Pinocchio. Like, he’s brought to life late at night, and in the span of 24 hours, he gets kidnapped twice and gets constantly manipulated by literally everyone around him, and then he’s punished for being manipulated.

“Oh, but he should’ve listened to Jiminy and done what he was told!” - Listen here, you son of a bitch, that poor puppet was brought to life and then expected to just go to school without any socialization or time spent with his father. That boy had no business going to school in the first place since he knew literally nothing and should’ve been acclimated to listening to Jiminy in the safety of his own home. Not only that, but Pinocchio continued to be punished for making choices despite the fact that literally nobody warned him about the dangers of trusting people he doesn’t know. He was never taught stranger danger, yet he kept getting punished for trusting people he had never been told not to trust. Also, nobody gave him a good reason to go to school? He was just expected to go because he was told to?

Bottom line is that Pinocchio kept getting let down by the authority figures in his life and was punished for it, and I’ve had enough of that-

#pinocchio #disney’s pinocchio #child psychology #developmental psychology #this movie makes me angry #the puppet was continually let down #and this poor boy had to fucking die to become human #he had to experience death in order to be considered worthy #yeah give the kid trauma #that won’t end terribly for anyone

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staysaneathome · 1 year

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What if there was a Dimension 20 campaign that was just all of Lou Wilson’s characters meeting up and going on an adventure. What then, huh

(No this isn’t an excuse to get Pinocchio some semi-stable figures who aren’t being threatened by fairies to take care of him what you talking about)

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lizardthelizard · 11 months

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listen. LISTEN. I knoooowwwwwwwww that August has never been important enough for canon to ever bother expanding upon issues like this. I know, but...

In the pilot, we KNOW that Emma is lonely. We know this because she’s sat in her apartment, alone, celebrating her birthday by herself. It’s well established that Emma had no one she considered her family and has had extreme trouble connecting with people over the years (Neal, Lily and Ingrid as fleeting exceptions).

But August? Canon gives us NOTHING. We know almost NOTHING about his past in the Land Without Magic. We’re given the name of one (1) character (Isra) that he has a connection with (someone who is clearly not THAT important to him, as she’s never mentioned again ever) and that’s IT.

Emma stays in Storybrooke to begin with because of Henry, yes. But it’s not a particularly tough decision for her because, well...she has nothing to go back to anyway. And I can’t help but wonder how true that was for August as well? Like....??? did he bother to contact ANYONE when he thought he was dying???

August is a genuinely intelligent and charismatic character (albeit, a little obnoxious). I have no doubt that he has made friends + friendly acquaintances over the years. But close friends? People he can open up to about his past with and who won’t think he’s losing his mind? HIGHLY doubtful.

I know that the show didn’t really explore their friendship very much or expand on it in any meaningful way, but Emma and August’s relationship is sooooooooooo *chef’s kiss* to me. Yeah, they have genuine chemistry and a fun dynamic, yeah the ‘I can always tell when someone is lying to me’ character interacting with a character that is literally Pinocchio is funny af and surprisingly poetic. But also!!! These are two lonely, emotionally closed off characters that were essentially orphaned by their parents for 28 years that have both had shitty childhoods and have connected so genuinely with one another and I don’t know where I was even going with this but I love both of them so much and they both deserve this friendship and WHY WASN’T AUGUST AT EMMA’S WEDDING I’M STILL MAD ABOUT THIS OKAY

#sorry I actually don't know what this is #it's because it's August tomorrow. that/s all #I'm being weird about him #ANYWAY I JUST WANT THESE TWO TO TALK ABOUT THEIR SHARED PAST EXPERIENCES #(😏 which is something that I WILL be doing later in mim but shhhhhhh)#LICHERALLY losing my mind thinking about august's past #because emma had a shitty childhood (and adulthood) yes #but august has a whole ass past in the enchanted fucking forest!!!!!!! he;s LITEREALLY pinocchio and he has memories of that #and he can't talk to ANYONE about those memories or that past because3 they straight up wouldn't believe him!!!!!!!#and so either he HAS to let it go! OR ELSE he risks pushing that person away #OR EVEN WORSE he risks people thinking he needs to be put away somewhere or given serious therapy or whatever #*(he DOES need serious therapy. but that's not what I'm talking about here)#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #having a normal one this evening guys #august meta #(I mean. BARELY. but I still want it in that tag)#august booth #ouat

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