Psyche-obsessions - Pastel Reblogs

After reading about the singing reader with P I had the funny thought that P seeing that the reader could change his normal voice to a singing one. He had the mistaken idea that maybe the reader could have a vinyl record inside his mouth or that there was a music box inside the reader's body. That maybe there is a musical object inside, trying to figure out where it is kept. Until eventually he is explained and becomes fascinated about the process of singing and the vocal cords. <3

THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA BYEEEEEE

I really love the idea of P not fully knowing how the human body works and in turn always equating it to a machine. Literally at first, like you said thinking speech is the result of a music box or something of that ilk, that eyes are mini recorders that project into the brain and so on.

So I imagine if you sing in front of him he ends up just like, opening your mouth and peering inside to see what the hell is going on in there - maybe he even sticks his fingers in to feel around [and accidently ends up gagging you which horrifies him because Why Did You Do That].

And it translates to the rest of your body too, lots of poking and prodding and feeling to see of you have the same parts he does, if your chest whirls and your body twitches. He's not an idiot by any means!!! But he's just soooo fascinated with how the human body works.

And I think the best way he understands it - at first anyway - is, like you and I said, by comparing it to machines. And that's probably the best way to go about explaining it too. Once he gets the basics of biology down it all becomes near childs-play to him [the benefits of being a puppet is an excellent memory system].

Side note side note!!! He absolutely loves singing together, more so after he knows how your voice works. It's so so delightful to him and he thinks the contrast of your natural voice with his more metallic one is amazing [he still teases you about having a music box in there though, just for giggles].

Remember! Don't work too hard

Dear residents of Krat please don't work too hard, cause someone will be unhappy.

Being burned out a bit but I was still able to make some quick imagination haha. Enjoy!👋🏻

Art by Yuming Li

Witchy Aesthetic time 💖

the angel staying over at my house asked for a nightlight in their room and i told them buddy, don't you produce your own light? what're you gonna do with more? and they said they wanted to see why people like it so much. and also that the nightlight i own is blue and they're been trying to understand color. anyways i think they've stared at it for an hour now

Came from your thought of Pinocchio being jealous and if your up to it would you be willing to expand that I’m thirsty for this puppet and if I’m honest jealous puppet boy might quench that.

I don’t think the thirst for him will ever be quenched honestly, but that doesn’t mean I can’t try LMAO here’s something sweet and silly for you!

You find it adorable when he gets jealous and you know it’s something he’s working on. Emotions are something comepletely foreign to him, but luckily his jealously has never felt malicious or spiteful. It has been a tad ridiculous however with three prime examples

First was Venigni. You and Pinocchio had been practically giving Antonia her own little recital, with him on the piano and you doing vocals. You two are so into your little performance you don’t even notice Venigni enter the room, but when you do only you pause to greet him, Pinocchio choosing instead to nod whilst continuing to play the ivory keys.

“Well if it isn’t my favourite musical duo.” He’d exclaimed as he swaggered into the room. Venigni held his hand out towards you and of course you reciprocated, gently placing your own in his and he gave a polite chaste kiss to your knuckles. “You sound as lovely as always.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but was cut off by the abrupt sound of slammed keys. You and Venigni both turned to face Pinocchio, his expression had turned pinch, but he continued to play as if nothing had happened.

Next was Pinocchio’s own father. Gepetto had needed to make some quick upgrades to his son’s inner workings and this time you were allowed to watch. You sat right next to your boyfriend, watching intently as the older man was quick to open Pinocchio’s chassis and get to work.

Now part of the reason you were allowed to sit in this time was to lend Gepetto a hand, literally if need be. Getting up constantly to grab something from the other side of the room is taxing on the knees after all, not to mention the other reason was because Pinocchio knew you were curious and wouldn’t budge until you got to stay.

You were, thankfully, allowed to ask questions and you wasted no time in doing so. A smile graced Pinocchio’s lips as he watched you enthusiastically chat away with his father, ocassionally handing him something he may have needed at the time.

“You’re a good assistant, bright and very curious.” Gepetto said, “Perhaps I’ll have to steal some of your time between my son’s vists, hm?”

You brightened at that, “Really? I’d love to learn more about-“

Your response was cut off by the sound of splintering and snapping wood. Your attention was drawn to the now destroyed remains of the arm rests of Pinocchio’s chair. Whether or not his father knew what was going on didn’t show as he proceeded to scold Pinocchio’s actions, citing how Krat’s current state would make it impossible to get a replacement.

For what it worth your boyfriend looked genuinely remorseful when he mumbled that sorry.

The most ridiculous instance had been Spring. That’s right, the cat. You were on the second floor by the stacked luggage the cat loved to frequent, lavishing him with attention like you usually did. Spring had just started purring when you felt a set of arms wind their way around torso, the culprits chest pressing against your back in the process.

“Hey, pretty boy.” You greeted as you continued to pet the cat, leaning slightly back against Pinocchio’s chest in the process. “Are you heading back out soon?”

His response was to squeeze you a little tighter, so yes, he unfortunately was. You sighed, deciding to take that moment to just linger in his quiet presence before he had to go. You felt him nuzzle into the side of your head and you heard him inhale before… was that clicking? Or was it grinding?

What ever it was you felt it vibrate against your back, making you startle, Pinocchio’s arms stopping you in your attempts to turn to face him. “Whoa whoa, is everything okay? What’s that sound? Are you okay?” You couldn’t turn your body, but you could turn your head at least.

He was refusing to make eye contact with you, you knew his face would be red if he was capable of it, but you could tell by the look on his face that he was embarassed. Still the noise continued, something of a deep reverberating grinding which caused a constant click to sound. Whatever was making the sound in him was strong enough that you were able to feel it rumbling away in him, it almost sounded like how a cat purrs.

Then it clicked.

“Are you… jealous of Spring?” You asked incredulously. You were 100% certain that’s what it was, but you still needed that confirmation.

You got the answer when you heard the ‘purring’ falter slightly as he hid his face in your neck. You stood there shocked for almost a full minute before you let out a soft snort, your free hand finding it’s way into his soft chestnut hair.

“Oh, my sweet boy.”

The ‘purring’ got louder at that.

I prepare some stickers for the next comics!

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part 4 of pookie and his signature :[