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shinjisdone · 7 months

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Ticking Springs

(A Yandere Pinocchio X fem!Reader fic from Lies of P)

Pɑɾt 1; Sluɱbeɾ

Here is: capitolo uno

Capitolo due

Capitolo tre

Capitolo quattro

Capitolo cinque

Capitolo sei

Capitolo sette

Capitolo otto

Capitolo nove

Capitolo dieci

Pɑɾt 2; Awɑƙeƞiƞƍ

It was a privilege to share the same blood as Giuseppe Geppetto. To be his family, his niece and take part in the marvelous worlds of puppets. The privilege to learn from him as his apprentice. The privilege to care for the things he cares for and to have the things he cares for, care deeply for you.

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@greeknerd007 , @mitsureigen , @kame11a , @thirdblogsacharm , @sarah22447 , @blueberryhitosh1 , @written1nthest4rs , @huicitawrites

TW: Yandere behaviour, creepy and still puppet, dubious intentions and relationship, still in WIP more warnings may occurr in time

The rain poured and poured upon the workshop's roof. It seemd to have been doing so for the past week but, judging from the humming evidently resounding from the room deep within the building, the only resident there did not seem to care too much.

The floors creaked in the room, still old and dusty - especially compared to the rest of the rooms in the house - but she was sure this was a simple and temporary oversight of her uncle. The rain may pour with a few thunder growling outside but she had long not been a little and frightened child anymore. Even so, the humming was her way of keeping herself company.

Even at the attempt of putting the old, amateur tools neatly away, they still fell to the ground and she had to keep getting them back up. That was admittedly vexing. Still, the song in her head and the flickering of the lamp above were enough.

Finally, the arm would move a bit more freely. She had long learned that her hands would get dirtied but to have this amount of oil taint her skin for such a meek but precious doll was still surprising. She wouldn't tell Uncle that though. Yet, with a deep breath, she took the small paintbrush back into her palm.

"...I know you..." The humming turned into soft singing as she cocked her head for a better angle. "...I walked with you, once upon a dream..." Stopping for a moment to catch her breath, she tilted the doll further to the light. A noise of confusion errupted before she got an idea.

"I know you, that glint in your," She halted for a second to catch her thoughts as the blonde locks didn't exactly seem to stick on her head. She quickly opened the drawer next to her, yelped at the loud creak, before fishing out a needle. The singing went from a piano to a forte. "Eyes is so familiar, a gleam..."

Finally, the wig would stay tight. She hoped.

For safety's sake, she pulled on one lock and found herself glad that it stayed put. "And I know it's true, that visions are seldom all they seem...but if I know you..." Soon, her hands went to the hems of the dress and checked the fabric. It wasn't as blue as it used to be and she wondered if she should make an exact copy but just in pink. That is sure to impress.

"...I know what you'll do..."

Eyebrows scrunched up in thought. Would he even recognize it's the same doll then? Surely, an skilled puppet maker like Uncle certainly would...but his memory at this old age? She didn't know.

With a sigh and a shake of her head, she let it be. That gives it character - and even if it does not, the memory of her percious ol' doll still delights her to this day, even as an adult. With a swing, she got up from the plush stool and danced with the toy as she did as a kid. It is the quality that will certainly impress.

"...You'll love me at once, the way you did once...upon a dream~!"

Soon, the thunder growled loueder and it was easy to reckon another resident entered the workshop at this late hour. Heavy footsteps followed with quiet grunts of how the entire entrance was now wet. The doll was quickly tucked and hidden inside the drawer and lighter, faster footsteps sped down the stairs. The man tunred to the source of ecxitement as he took off his drenched hat.

"Welcome back, Uncle Geppetto."

He greeted you in return. "Thank you. You're up and about this late." The gentleman hung his hat on the rack before removing each layer of wet clothes off with with frustration. The rain - no, storm - has been dragging him down the past week.

Cleaning his monocle dry, he put it back on to get a good look at you. Hands patted down the stained and old striped pants of his that he borrowed you from younger times. It was when you so abruptly arrived and was meant to serve as a sort of substitute - but you both agreed it was time to treat the old thing as a worker's outfit, held up by the old straps for as long as they still could and not grieving once the entire set is done and dusted. Only a few more uses left, before it will be thrown out entirely. Or cut up and used as a rag. Or as some substitute clothing for a puppet your size.

Finding a suitable shirt wasn't hard. All that was needed was one of yours that was allowed to get dirty, stained and ripped. Your mother was first hesitant to send you any of your good clothes if it meant being anywhere near the workshop. Yet she was still eager to use the opportunity to finally get rid of your old clohtes she wasn't too keen on. The shoes belonged to your father, a pair she found lying around and didn't have the heart to throw those ones away.

Yet, it was your hands neatly hidden behind your back and your honest smile that caught Geppetto's brown eyes.

"I take it you have been a good girl while I was gone?" Just as you were about to answer with an high 'Of course, Uncle.', the man quickly continued. "Good girls go to bed at this hour."

You sigh. "Oh, Uncle," Your shoulders fell, "I understand but I am no child anymore." "Child or not, nothing good comes from being up at this unholy hour. You don't have to wait for me to come home, dear. You know I have the key and go and return whenever the puppets call me." He laughed but was clearly shivering from the cold. Even his gray, thick beard and mustache were dripping with cold raindrops.

"Now, come on. Get tidy and sleep. Nothing can be done this late, let's continue tomorrow." Geppetto sniffed, scratching his nose and walked towards the living room. Through the small hallway, he passed a few naked puppet forms, put aside for a project he had initially forgotten. The sight of them makes him sigh.

Yet so were your quick footsteps, following him. "You say that but we haven't done anything the past week. I am already done with fixing up the butlers." You meant to point at the two butler puppets, their coats and paint fresh and done but Geppetto had long passed them and so did you. "They..still malfunction, slightly, but I have done what you asked me to, Uncle."

For a moment he looked back before sighing again and stopping. You manage to stop before bumping into him. "...I will take a look at those tomorrow. I cannot think now, I cannot give you an answer right now, dear. Just wait and do as I say. We can discuss more with fresh minds and fresher bodies."

Without hesitation you closed your mouth shut and nodded. You could tell he was not in the mood to discuss your apprenticeship and your impatience. He took your obedience with a smile and a nod. "Good night, then, (Name). And don't have me catch you out of your bed at this time again. You'll see that this behaviour will only bring you consequences."

With a single pat on you shoulder which left it wet, Geppetto left to his bedroom without another word. You hid your disappointment as you went to your own before reminding yourself to tidy up, just as he asked you to. He may be treating you like a child but you supposed that does not make his words any less wise. You did not wish to upset him even more now, anyway.

As you followed your uncle's request, your humming resumed though quieter. You found your routine to be over quite quickly due to the exhaustion you evidently but still, frustratingly, felt. Good thing Uncle was not there to witness it.

Still, with a resolute peek, you looked over the doll you hid which mended your disappointment even a little bit - before heading off to bed.

Even as your humming grew quieter, the tones still resounded in the dark room below. The third resident did hear, unlike your uncle.

ok, I NEEDED to write this, this has been on my mind an entire week. i have...so much brainrot and ideas.

female reader, niece of geppetto and apprentice when krat was stil o-kay

but things kinda go???? bad??? haywire???

geppetto going insane and weird haha

reader going from naive to AAAAAAA

kinda??? weird relationship with geppetto???

angst

angst from the past

i kinda wanna have the reader and pinocchio to also have a dubious relationship??? Like, its not gonna be fluffy wholesome

yandere~ mute~ creepy~ puppet~ literally not saying a word, no pov from his side just - actions. yandere actions.

not sure how to intertwine this with the story. im not too caught up with it (unlike pino's eyes) but i really dont know if i should even include gemini or sophia. kinda like??? au?

youre stuck with the puppet

also not sure if there is like- sexism and shit in there. its like the victorian era but an FANTASY victorian era

ppl gonna be mean t you

Lies of P Pinocchio: *exists*

me:

#lies of p #yandere lies of p #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p x reader #yandere pinocchio x reader #pinoccio #fem!reader #ticking springs

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felt-squirrels · 7 months

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Okay so I made a post about this earlier but the ideas been rattling around in my head so I’m going to try to list every non-romantic musical theatre duet I know

Feel free to add on

@that-effed-up-lament you had some ideas about it this too so yeah add on if you want

Tango Maureen- Rent

You Can’t Have Me If You Don’t Have Him- Some Like It Hot

Confrontation (it’s one person but two characters?)- Jekyll and Hyde

No More- tick tick BOOM

Sail On Santa Maria- The Violet Hour

Don’t Do Sadness/Blue Wind- Spring Awakening

Say My Name- Beetlejuice

Chip On My Shoulder- Legally Blonde

#rent #rent the musical #spring awakening #the violet hour #musicals #beetlejuice #beetlejuice musical #some like it hot #jekyll and hyde musical #jekyll and hyde #tick tick boom #felt rants

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sondheim-girly · 20 days

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Ok guys, it's time to give you all a list of what I call "my musicals" (in order of when I obsessed over them in some capacity):

Hamilton

In The Heights

Rent

Wicked

Beetlejuice

Hadestown

Dear Evan Hansen

Be More Chill

Heathers

Mean Girls

Matilda

Six

A Very Potter Musical

Les Miserables

Legally Blonde

Newsies

Book of Mormon

The Prom

Bring It On

Waitress

Come From Away

The Lighting Thief

Chicago

Natasha, Pierre, and The Great Comet Of 1812

Anastasia

Little Shop Of Horrors

Phantom Of The Opera

Sweeney Todd

Spongebob (the musical)

Fun Home

The Hunchback Of Notre Dame

Into The Woods

Ride The Cyclone

Falsettos

Something Rotten

Sunday in the park with George

Parade

Shucked

The guy who didn’t like musicals

Company

Tick tick boom

Octet

Urinetown

Kinky boots

Merrily we roll along

Spring awakening

Moulin Rouge

Next to Normal

Catch me if you can

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testoster0ne · 1 year

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lorenzo

#soft #twunk #spring #male #green #you kno he had ticks after this

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practically-an-x-man · 3 months

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the owner of my SFX school apparently decided that our snow days will be refunded during spring break (AKA we don't get a spring break if we lose this week to the weather) and all of us are PISSED

#i sent her an email and have encouraged my classmates to do the same but i'm really ticked about this #especially since she talked for like ten minutes about how she extended our spring break from 2 days to a week to prevent burnout #and now she's just. taking it ALL away. mental health is going to plummet i tell you #i really hope she pays attention to the email. one benefit from being an avid writer is that i was able to put it together well #i'm just. pissed. you can't get rid of a scheduled break like that. that's some people's only time to visit their families

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m-kyunie · 1 year

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Left waiting, left wanting; why can't you see me

just imagine Sins Fate or Prayer [Banana Fish] playing & the text boxes flickering. Alma's symbolism goes so hard.

I'm on my hands & knees begging you to read the Alma Arc instead.

#dgm #d.gray-man #alma karma #eyestrain #i wanted to try smtg completely different bc its how I see Alma n I wanted to interpret that thru other uh. effects I guess!#n share some of the songs i think suit Alma's scorn n fire #this was inspired by Dress [BUCK-TICK] thats Buns introduced me to god the lyrics n visuals! watch the MV #just the anger that Alma possess is very female but like. queer gendered thirst way idk how to explain myself I hope u guys can understand #like Alma is violence born from female energy but his grace/charm is masculine. does that make any sense at all.......#anger takes many forms right but that brand of anger in the manga is distinctly feminine. 'Hell Hath no fury like a woman scorned'#Mitski & Atushi get it. they understand me.#anyway the songs i cut from vaguely in order from top down left right:#I Hate You [SZA]. Dress [BUCK-TICK]. Less Than Zero [The Weeknd].#Me & My Husband [Mitski] First Love/Late Spring[Mitski]#actually can i recommend another MV that fits what I'm talking about: No Party For Cao Dong - Wayfarer #im sorry this ended up so long I just. i like to explain my thought process since I lack comic making skills lol

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moshi-roulette · 8 months

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Fashionable Lads

I got bored and just wanted to make make some fun outfit designs for the happypasta proxies

These were really fun to do!

Spring

Carnival

Looky

Tick Tock

Alt of Tick Tock (Without Mask)

(PS guess what News Reporter is based off of)

#happypasta #happy little guys AU #happypasta spring #happypasta carnival #happypasta looky #happypasta tick tock #spring #carnival #looky #tick tock

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ember-not-amber · 15 days

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I LOVE spring and summer but I HATE mosquitoes and ticks! Why can’t we as humans make those species go extinct instead of the animals that don’t deserve to go extinct?!!

#original post #surely those bugs can’t be contributing anything positive to the environment. SURELY!#anti mosquitoes #anti ticks #and like why do ticks also have to come with deer?! Deer are so cute WHY DO TICKS HAVE TO BOTHER THEM TOO?!?#every time I feel my own leg hairs move I get scared that it's a tick! I should not have to live in paranoia of these tiny demons!!#bug hate #insect hate #arachnid hate #spring #summer #springtime

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walksdowonders · 1 year

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🌸 It could be titled "Hope". Are you looking forward to spring and good weather as much as I am?

#buck-tick #hidehiko hoshino #hoshino hidehiko #hide #artists on tumblr #art #fanart #spring #sakura #cherry blossom #p-arts

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defan-kb-1865 · 10 months

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Hello to all the theatre kids out there!!

I was hoping someone would be willing to help find a "slime tutorial" (if one exists) of Tick Tick Boom! At the Bucks County Playhouse starring Andy Mientus & Krystina Alabado?

#Andy Mientus #krystina alabado #tick tick boom #jonathan larson #bootleg #slime tutorial #musical theatre #musical theater #musicals #musical #dwsa #spring awakening #deaf west spring awakening #mean girls #mean girls the musical #theater #theater kids #theater kid #michael arden

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shinjisdone · 7 months

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Ticking Springs

(A Yandere Pinocchio X fem!Reader fic from Lies of P)

Pɑɾt 1; Sluɱbeɾ

capitolo uno

here is: capitolo due

capitolo tre

capitolo quattro

capitolo cinque

capitolo sei

capitolo sette

Capitolo otto

Capitolo nove

Capitolo dieci

Pɑɾt 2; Awɑƙeƞiƞƍ

Tag list:

@greeknerd007 , @mitsureigen , @kame11a , @thirdblogsacharm , @sarah22447 , @blueberryhitosh1 , @written1nthest4rs , @huicitawrites

TW in general: Yandere behaviour, creepy and still puppet, dubious intentions and relationship, still in WIP more warnings may occurr in time

TW here are: Geppetto being motivating and discouraging, anxious reader, mysoginy?, a boy is calling girls stupid

The sun had shown her face seldomly on Krat this morning.

Gepetto laughed at his own thought as he stretched. Already clothed for the day with his usual white shirt, reddish-brown vest and striped pants, he went over his usual routine. His old legs carried him over from the bedroom, to the kitchen and straight to his office without hesitation – yet this morning he halted and leaned back at the sight he was seeing.

He observed silently before sucking in a breath. “I doubt you got a good night’s sleep, yet judging from your work on the butlers,” His head nodded as he eyed the two automated puppets standing as still and tall as candles with toothy, almost cartoon-y smiles. Their teeth, though exaggerated to radiate an ridicouless amount of politeness, shown so brightly it was an almost uplifting sight. The black suits that adorned their mechanical forms were mended and ironed and the paint redone before they were even put in their new clothes. Their eyes and brows, tailored after the customer’s request, almost looked real – warm and inviting even though all their purpose was to serve and obey to noble families at home.

Nobody would truly care whether or not their puppet butlers were physically pleasing to look at – that’s what Geppetto believed as he introduced them to the Workshop Union so many years ago though his marketer colleagues quickly proved how delighted so many families would become. From the wife to the children, to the busy family head that would return home and would greet the puppet first. He himself had grown fond of them and was glad that he let his creative side show when creating puppets personifying entertainment.

“…You were as busy as a bee, dear.” You couldn’t help but turn your head and smile at him, your eyes shining as bright as a star to him. “Thank you, Uncle.” You say, “But this doesn’t prove itself difficult anymore. I believe I’ve learned a lot.” Your eyes would flicker between the puppets and him. Geppetto nodded in return. “Seems like you have. You always had a talent for the art.” “It always impressed me, Uncle. I honestly never thought you’d ever take me in as your apprentice when I was younger.”

His smile broke for a moment before he replaced with pressed lips. He took a breath before looking at you again. “…I always hoped this craft would be staying in the family. Or at least, be carried by it with interest. Your father was never too keen on it as I was and am.”

You nodded along, knowing of his intentions. It was no secret to you either that your old man never showed interest, even in your younger days. Geppetto continued, sounding higher, “But you do, dear. And that is gift enough.” Leaning back, the man took a sip of his warm coffee. “Still, I wasn’t sure to take you in. You’re young and inexperienced compared to most people of Krat.”

“I can learn.” You intervened yet with another smile. “I have so far, haven’t I?” You turn back to gesture to the two butler puppets, their appearance almost as good as new – impeccable if Geppetto didn’t know that they were once broken. Malfunctioning one and two times too much until they tumbled down the stairs with all the trays of wine and juice tainting them and their system.

The older man nodded as he swallowed his drink. “I will not lie. Still, they’ll have to be looked at by me first before anyone else in the public can even see them.”

Your breath hitched slightly in your throat as Geppetto put away his coffee and started a puppet up. Taking a step back, your hands fiddled in a closed position. “I…” You began but felt your mouth too dry for any words and as the springs reacted and ticked, any chance at expressing yourself was out the window.

With a swung, the butler stood straight, its head crooked to the side. The arm bent to a sharp 90°degree, the fingers twitched as if longing to hold a wine glass. As flawless as its toothy smile was, it could barely open its jaw. “Good morning to you, Sir. How ma-may I s-se-serve – serve-“

It tried to repeat its sentence again but could only manage buzzing noise. You winced at the high pitch.

“…The coats and paint are no problem,” You gingerly stepped closer, “…but I…I am afraid I still need some time, and, and lessons on how to repair and set the voice box…and maybe repair the automation…” Your voice grew quieter. Geppetto stood up without a word.

“…You are getting there.” He dusted his vest off, “But do not dive with your head first in. It’s early, go fetch us some fresh bread.” Clumsily you agreed and quickly shut off the puppet. Carefully setting it aside, you could glance from the corner of your eye Uncle leaving the room with his cold coffee in hand.

The door was closed shut with one hand as the other arm tunneled into the sleeve of your old jacket. Skipping over the puddles from last night, you patted yourself down on the way to the bakery. While the road was a skip away, you still hurried over and found yourself glad to be early enough for no other customers to be in there.

The small bell rang as you opened and closed the glass door again and were quickly greeted by the cabinet displaying various loafs. It always surprised you how much variety a bakery as this one offers and had to keep yourself from buying the delicious-looking buns always as well. You had to spend your pocket money wisely here in Krat.

Your eyes scanned the assortment and unwittingly caught your reflection in the glass cabinet. Hair untidy and bags unfortunately showing under your eyes – it left you a bit annoyed yet ashamed that someone like you already managed to look like a mess in the morning – and even more unfortunate was it that the good baker had already spotted you.

“Morning to you, young lady!”

Turning to the voice, your thinly pressed lips turned upwards. “How may I serve you today?” The mechanical replica of a baker’s hat first feigned to fall – before it was quickly set up on round tin. The puppet had a set of extra rosy and round cheeks that suited his crinkled eyes and bright smile. It fit the picture-book image of a kind baker and you noted that this model seemed to have a wavy mustache alongside a yellow-striped apron.

You couldn’t hold back your giggle as you pointed at your order. With another gleeful and automated response, the tray under the loaves moved akin to an assembly line and the baker puppet took each bread and packed them full of vim and vigor.

The ribbon tied to the paper bag was impeccable as expected. And charming as well, to you at least.

Yet as your eyes fell to the register as you handed the money, another round of irregular footsteps entered the small room. Hurrying from around the corner came yet another figure, made out of flesh and bone as her green eyes darted over to you. She strode forward to the puppet and your shoulders fell. “Four sixty-five, was it not?” Adjusting her glasses, her gaze went up from the goods in your arms to the puppet and back to the register. She tucked a strand hair behind her ear. “So sorry for the interruption, this fella once miscalculated the price of the Ciabatta and, well…” Trailing off, she opened the register herself, took the money out the puppet’s palm forcefully before handing you back the change. “This all, right? The usual?”

Her low tone snapped you back from your trance. “Oh!” You let out and stuck the money back into your pocket, “Oh, yes. Yes, it is, I think. For breakfast.”

“You buy that often, don’t you? For the past month now or so?” Her low voice grew as she shifted her weight to the side, her blue apron swinging as she rested her hand to her hips. She watched you carefully as she waited for an answer.

The baker girl could see your eyes darting to the bread. “Oh, I suppose so. A month now, has it been that long?” You stuttered out and finished with a strained laugh. “Felt short to me.”

“You’re not from here.” Finally, she cracked a sneaky smile, “I can tell.” “Oh,” Again, you laugh as you eye the paper bag. “I am not…you got me.”

Quickly you gazed back to the still and smiling puppet. “The good baker here just served me most of the time…I never noticed any miscalculations or getting less change.” Lips quirking upwards briefly, you looked back to the girl. “I would have said something as well if I got too much change, of course.”

“No worries, I’m sure you’d do. Good ol’ Panetti just started getting math wrong…I have to confess there was a wee accident with flour and water a few days ago.” She gave him a few good pats on his shoulder, the metal resounding, “We’d have to send him to the Workshop Union soon or else I’ll come strolling down every time he deals with a customer.”

“Such things are easy to readjust.” You spoke up, “It’s just to rearrange the number system and have him test out a few math problems. As if he was a school boy.”

As she cocked a brow, you inhaled sharply and licked your lips.

With a quick nod, you stepped towards the exit. “Why, anyway, I must head back. Uncle is waiting for his favorite loaves and I’d best deliver while they are warm.” A fast excuse and you were half-way through the door, holding it open with one foot. Thankfully it was the puppet that approached and held the door open for you. The tiny bell resounded again.

A chuckle was heard shortly after and you turned back to see the girl waving at you. “We are looking forward to your patronage again, good puppet maker!”

Your heart jumped at the title. Yet you could not decipher if it was out of anxiety or excitement.

Yet before your lips could quirk up, a small force bumped into your side.

Looking down, you were met with furrowed, dark eyes glancing up to you before snapping to the voice behind. “Roberto!” A woman called out. “Roberto, I told you to take your sister with you!”

As the young boy’s eyes and yours followed to where she was pointing, both of you saw an even smaller, younger little girl struggling to keep up. The weight of the doll that was half her size kept her back but with the way she fiddled and played with its dark curls, you could deduce that she insisted on taking it with her.

“Roberto!”

“I know, Ma!”

The boy suddenly and vehemently shouted out, you couldn’t help but startle. Those dark eyes that seemed simply brooding when on you, were now actively in a glare at his mother and sister.

“I told you though, I don’t wanna! Girls are stupid!”

Instead of quirking up in a nervous smile, your mouth was pressed into a thin line and your glare mimicked the boy’s. He noticed and let out a much softer ‘Sorry, miss.’ before begrudgingly waving his younger sister to follow. Without another glance, you marched back to the workshop.

The latest event left a sour taste in your mouth.

You tried to hide it when entering the kitchen, Geppetto raising a brow as he prepared you two cups of coffee.

when you wanna post the yandere but have to establish setting and characters first

#lies of p #yandere lies of p #lies of p x reader #lies of p pinocchio #bro why do i have so many scenes for character establishment in my head #BUT NOT FOR THE ACTUAL YANDERE I CREATED THIS FOR #part of me just wants to go wooosh with the plot #but it also has to be nice :( when not nice why write?#pinocchio x reader #yandere pinocchio x reader #fem!reader #pinocchio #can u tell i threw the three italian words i know into this haha #ticking springs

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iknowwhereyousleepatnight · 6 months

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Do you have a least favorite animal?

idk. i love all animals. well. except for fleas and ticks. sorry fleas and ticks but i cannot stand you and your blatant disregard for the precautions we install to keep you away. the amount of money spent trying to get rid of them is ridiculous. i wouldn't mind them if they didn't come and infest my pets and my home every year. and they bite and it sucks

#ask #literally no other bug bothers me as much as them #even ones that sting/bite idc they are nice #fleas have done horrendous damage to our pets and our stuff #some of our cats have baldspots from where they try to get rid of them #and i feel so bad #but like.#we have like.5 flea traps. we have a spray that kills fleas. we have spent so much money to get most of our pets flea collars and guess wha #we still have fleas #i hope they die off in the winter because i hate them. they're not as bad rn as the spring/summer #and ticks are so annoying they low-key freak me out and i'm usually very chill w bugs. like. i'll hold wasps sometimes #but ticks ahdadalkjdkhaj i fucking hate them #fleas are the most annoying and bothersome but ticks like. disgust me i cannot be around them they make me want to throw up

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aisling-saoirse · 1 year

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Long Valley, NJ - May 12th 2023

#I'm back for a bit #pasture #cows #this cow had a tick the size of a bagel #photographers on tumblr #original phography #field #njlocal #spring

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jdhikes · 1 year

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Ticks- Spring's Parasitic Terrors of the Trail

New post- As warmer weather approaches it's time to think about steps to protect yourself on your hikes. Especially against one of these parasitic terrors of the trail.

As spring approaches, many hikers look forward to the warm weather, blooming flowers, and energized wildlife. But with all these wonders also comes some natural hazards such as poison ivy, mosquitos, and ticks. Ticks are especially bothersome to hikers as they are often overlooked, can be tricky to remove, and spread diseases. Let’s take a moment to learn more about this parasitic terror of the…

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#hike #hiking tips #spring #ticks #trails

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mountainmasc · 5 months

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#i miss spring too #the damn #in howard county #cool place #beware of ticks #wlw #hiking #fishings #fly fishing #fall fish #trout #sun fish #i forgot what the big ones are called #butch things #outdoors

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elytrafemme · 7 months

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long theoretical post about my friend hugging me

like. to dissect a matter that none of you are involved in and then i'll delete in the morning: my friend in college hugged me about ten minutes ago and i don't understand why. he's a physically affectionate person so we knew it was bound to happen, it was a running joke between us that we'd like schedule our hug to happen. nothing extraordinary happened tonight. in the second half -- which is when i spent the most time with him -- i was so fucked up that i barely processed what was going on? i was listening to what he was telling me, he just rambled about stuff, and it's interesting and i could recite all of it if asked and the expression he made at each part, but there was absolutely nothing in my head. and he never asked if i was okay which i think he would have if he thought something was wrong, because he's done that before. and we were alone so he could have and there would have been zero consequences. but he didn't ask me what was wrong, so it's hard to assume that the hug was for emotional consolation reasons. he wouldn't have noticed me on the brink of tears, either, he's not that observant. i would have known if he had. and i didn't do anything truly kind to him today, i listened to him talk about his interests and we hung out for a while, but that's what we do all the time. nothing happened. there was the chair thing but i thought i played that off well, i tried to have a coherent narrative about it an hour later too so he would guess what i had hoped, and i think i was successful. he wasn't distressed, i would have known. and he was tired but he's been tired a lot before and he's never acted like this. so he had zero reason to hug me unless he maybe sensed that this entire time i just really fucking wanted him to hug me, but he wouldn't have, and i would never have voiced that, because i don't want him to see me at that level. but i needed that hug badly. and i don't understand why i received it.

#nightmare.personal #neg #he's the easiest person to be around i think. because there are a lot of conversation topics to have #and i understand the way his mind ticks pretty well at this point #that's going to change in spring semester. maybe. which is going to really suck. but it'll be okay.#nothing i offered him would differ from what anyone could give him is the issue #i'm really good at that. you don't really need to have a ton of anything to listen to people #it's just listening. and yeah i guess people are bad at that? but like.#i don't know. he could talk to literally anyone else. all of them could talk to literally anyone else and they actively do #part of my brain is trying to rationalize myself into calming down but the other half is the one i want to indulge because #fuck. fuck. i can't do this forever.#like someday i have to snap right. i can't keep doing this. it's like a time loop.#this always happens and i only vaguely remember tomorrow but it'll happen two days after and it'll be bad #and i will always want to crack under pressure but never do #and if nothing's wrong with me why the hell am i like this?#i wish he didn't hug me. i should have got my book and fucking left.#i only waited because i was getting the book back from his roommate who was off calling his girlfriend #but honestly. that guy even though he's my friend. if he saw me crying he'd do nothing #because i don't think he would care even slightly. we're good friends now i'd say. he would not care.#at least this happened in a pretty way. that's something huh.

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