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beatcroc · 6 months

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on fake pep and pizzahead

an essaypost because as far as i'm concerned pizzahead is dead and gone postgame. i know he isn't really and as far as the credits show he Does just kinda show up to lurk around peppino's sometimes, but i do not like or care about him enough to explore that encounter in art or a comic </3

if i did though this would be the vibe

now not to be misleading, i don't think pizzahead was ever outright mean or abusive to fp or anything, but he has a pretty strong track record of being neglectful and Not Really Giving A Shit, so... i don't exactly think their relationship was great either.

i mentioned on the post about the peppinos postgame that fake pep's nervousness mostly stems from him being very Unsure about everything- being a test tube baby and only ever knowing the tower --specifically mostly just bruno's where there was never anyone around+the labs which, while not a warzone in the traditional sense for him, still had him largely in survival mode and didn't give him any room for learning and self-actualization and whatnot--means he just Does Not Know much about how anything in the regular world works, and really he's missing a lot about how to contextualize his own experiences as well. being a fucked up unnatural Thing certainly doesn't help either, as there's no one else around that's like him in that way to learn or take cues from [the war clones weren't really sapient enough to glean much from, so closest he's got is real pep, which... only goes so far]; not to mention most people's reaction to anything he does is fear, there's a language barrier, i could really keep going here but the point is he just doesn't really know how to handle himself around people, which makes him Very Anxious.

this is ESPECIALLY strong anyone he perceives to have some kind of authority over him. peppino and pizzahead both are chief among these, and where i said a lot of the reason he gets on well with peppino because there is zero emotional guesswork with pep, the express opposite is true with pizzahead. you never know WHAT that guy is thinking. sure he's all smiles and silliness, but that doesn't translate to approval when fp has no doubt seen pizzahead committing The Atrocities while acting giddy as ever.

now for what it's worth, i do think pizzahead like, Liked fake pep; and at the very least was proud of him as like, his prized creation or whatever. not sure how much i'd say he respected fp as his own person outside of that but honestly even if he did it doesn't matter much given how... aloof he is with all his minions/employees anyway. nonetheless, his cheeriness towards fp wasn't disingenuous. as i see it, his giving fp his own little shop/attraction to run more or less how he pleased and making him the last and strongest guard to prevent people from getting to floor 5 was meant to attest to fake pep's potential and the prestigious place he would hold in his pizza empire.

unfortunately fp didn't know enough about ph or his motives, or even what he himself was supposed to be doing to understand it like that at all. i feel like pizzahead stayed pretty busy trying to get the tower ready for business; hardly any of his underlings really got much of a chance to talk to him, much less ones with whom he didn't have to work out things like "job interviews" or "financial compensation" and that sort of thing. fake peppino certainly knew who pizzahead IS, but i don't think they ever actually talked or interacted enough for fp to even so much as know his name. fake pep's perception of the events was more or less that they just shoved him in a dingy old shop for reasons unknown and told him not to let anyone upstairs, also for reasons unknown, and also to ESPECIALLY not let the real peppino up there. [with as pointed a target as peppino had on him by floor 4, i feel like it's not a stretch to say fake pep was given some kind of specific warning about him lmao]

besides lack of clarity about his purpose though, i think the most pressing question fake peppino would have for pizzahead, had he the nerve to ask it [which he doesn't], would be "why did you make me like this?" he's seen the other peppino clones, he's seen peppinoreal, he knows he's the odd one out. he knows he's supposed to Be Peppino, or be like peppino, or replace him, or something like that; but as far as he can tell he's just, by design, very bad at it. why would pizzahead make him bad at it? he's clearly capable of making more on-model clones, so what gives? did he just not care? was it some kind of sick joke? hell if fp is ever gonna know.

and to reiterate, pizzahead very much considers fake pep his prized creation; a new and improved Better Peppino, taller, friendlier, always has a charming smile, etc. These were intentional choices and meant to be a positive thing, but without knowing that context, fp is only ever going to see these features as flaws.

it's part of an overall 'inferiority' thing. see, as i see it, most of fp's existence has been defined by failure. failure to guard floor 5, failure to stop peppino [twice!!!], failure to Be peppino, failure to, i don't fuckin know, not become best buds with peppino??? surely that was not in the lesson plan. but anyway, basically everything fp had been given any real instruction to do, he has failed at.

obviously not a great feeling, like, in general, but a hell of a lot worse when confronting the guy who GAVE him that instruction in the first place. and even more so when, again, he can never read pizzahead's mood and well and goddamn aware of the atrocities this motherfucker has committed. [which to be fair ph would not actually do anything awful to fake pep; he'd just be like, mildly disappointed at worst. but as with everything else, fp does not know that]

fake pep as i play him is not particularly given to reflection, but i'm sure by now he's at least realized that the tower was not a great situation and/or that there was some fucked up shit going on in there....at this point I don't think he knows what he feels towards it or pizzahead.

the tower is still very much the first place he called home; bruno's was in some sense "made for him", and it wasn't exactly his choice to leave. he's also never been given an explicit reason to hate or distrust pizzahead, but on the flipside, his living around peppino has just been like so much better in every way, and again- this is the guy he had been told was a danger and given explicit instruction to stop. there's also something to be said for how hes gotta be aware of how much peppinoreal fucking hates the tower... i don't really have a coherent way to wrap this up, but like, you get it. It's Complicated™ and he's really not going to confront it unless he has to.

for the most part though, i... really don't think he's going to have to confront it. his life is a lot better now and there's little reason for most of it to come up; none of his past failures really matter here, and in some sense they're even celebrated; peppinoreal is far more glad that fp doesn't actually look or act much like him, so even if it still stings a bit somewhere in the back of his mind, maybe it's not so bad he's his own person.

anyway. to further clarify the image at the top, it's not peppino deliberately defending fp; it's peppino being "kill on sight" at pizzahead, and fp readily deferring to peppino's action because he is absolutely not figuring out his feelings on [gestures broadly to everything else in the post] in the moment, and pep is obviously a hell of a lot more ready to handle this situation than he is.

And a quick last tldr to clarify what I meant by everything else in the post,

#pizza tower #fake peppino #pizzahead #i will get to SOME of this in fp's comic with gerome but it's largely skirting around the meat of it here #as that's more about his time in the tower overall than specifically his dealings with pizzahead #pizzaposting #also if anyone is surprised how negative this is given what my comics are like.... lol #i like to make the funny silly happy soft content but always remember. there is Always a melancholy behind it.#ESPECIALLY if i can project really hard LOL. we are coping #it's always so funny to me when ppl say they like my characterization or that im good at it bc it's like #idk man im just out here talking about my issues #also this is not the essaypost i mentioned making the other day but this one has been in drafts for 3 months lmao

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 2 months

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i've gotten several asks as to how i'm doing after the update, and uh.

well refer to This Image for your answer-

#im ILL im ILL #in a good way! but oh my god #im gonna need a few days yall-#there was so much and it was all perfect and im So Overwhelmed with new information!!!!#i need to get my brain back in working order!#theres just. i dont even know where to start...#i think i'll start with editing the livestream vid so i can post it #i won't be doing anything fancy i just want to cut out long pauses #and maybe add a clown emoji overlay when i'm being a fuckin idiot lmaooooo #absolutely unprompted #oh man after the stream i had to go sit down in the dark living room #im so happy we're finally diving into the meat of it and its KILLING ME <3 #welcome home continues to make me simultaneously better AND worse!#except x10 bc holy shit. hooollllyyyyyyy shit. whoa <3 #when the horror project has horror in it (cheering&crying.jpeg)

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prettyflyshyguy · 7 days

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S1M* is now available, with digital and physical copies! This art magazine features 50 different artists (myself included!) and is chockers full of incredible art!!!

This is arguably the coolest project I've been involved with to date, and I'm so happy with how my piece turned out. Please consider grabbing the free copy to check out all the incredible artists, or consider purchasing a physical edition!

https://s1m.ufoshock.moe/

This is pretty different from the stuff I usually make, but I feel when it come's to art for arts sake, this is one of my strongest pieces to date. It was so nice to go back to my roots of fine art and make this, and I almost gave up and quit this project. I'm so happy I didn't, because this is one of my favourite things I've ever illustrated.

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justaz · 4 months

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as much as i hate uther, i don’t believe him to be homophobic. him and gaius definitely experimented when they were younger. i think it much funnier that uther doesn’t care that merlin’s a boy. yeah sure he’s a little stuck on the class difference (why on earth would arthur go for a servant???). but the thing that really sets him off, has him spitting with rage, is the sorcerer part.

he doesn’t care that his sons gay, he can even excuse the class difference, but he draws the LINE at sorcery

#no homophobia in my camelot #in fact everyone is queer #bbc merlin #merlin emrys #uther pendragon #arthur pendragon #merthur #uther welcoming his son in law with the ghost of a smile bc uther is a Dick but he does vaguely care for his son and his happiness #then doing a complete 180 the second he sniffs out the magic like a bloodhound #just frothing at the mouth as merthur is sucking face and tangling tongues in the back of the room #passive aggressive meat cutting while staring daggers at merlin #tom and jerry ass antics #that’s what i wanna read #gimme crack fics #NEOWWWWW #uther poisoning merlin’s food so merlin fills others chambers with a bunch of goats that are shitting and pissing everywhere #while eating all the fabric in the room including his expensive imported silk sheets #no one knows how merlin managed to get all the goats up there without raising any alarms #uther pushes merlin down a flight of stairs and merlin lands like a family guy character at the bottom #merlin cursing uther for a day or two to only be able to sing instead of speak #uther sending assassins after merlin and merlin waiting until uther gives a big important speech in front of all of camelot to pants him #despite how hard uther pulls...his pants just wont come back up. he overcorrects and falls on his face #uther vs merlin rivalry ftw #i know of 'no. just...no' by theroundbartable but thats about it

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puppetmaster13u · 7 months

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Day 9: Deep

#batman au #cryptid batfam #jarro #art #sketch #day 9 #october art challenge #meat marionette au #cryptid batman #dcu #dc #ibispaintx #I enjoyed drawing this #You *know* Gotham's waters look incredibly dark and deep and he can definitely disappear in them #Jarro is very happy to be a part of this family #He gets two whole bodies and can go out and vigilante with them #He also deserves a neurotoxic venom as a treat

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vamporphyric · 3 months

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wanted ti draw something for vakentinez day but i had kiterally not idea what ro draw. get out of ky tucjungbcimouter jajred

#ft. horrible spelling!#art #my art #don't feed the muse #muse arg #happy meat farms #alex bale #jared warrenheim #i draw this guy a lot #happy valentine's day #or whatever

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hostdoozy · 3 months

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Rupert Swaggert/Meat Sweats X Reader headcanons

(This is extremely self-indulgent but gonna post for everyone else)

Being a former celeb chef, he takes pride in his craft. He treats each meal as if it was another personal masterpiece... Needless to say, the guy loves cooking. He often gets fussy over what you eat, Rupert wants the best for you and ensures that you get a well-balanced meal. He'll even perform little tricks whilst he cooks for you! Only the best for your pristine pallet

He LOVES teasing you, something about your reactions always make him laugh. You brighten up his day. The back and forward between you two is beyond entertaining, you enjoy the banter you have with Rupert.

Rupert doesn't know the extent of his powers and therefore, refuses to take of his mental gauntlets around you. He isn't willing to risk draining you, just for hand-holding. Don't get him wrong, he wants to, he wants to feel your warmth against his weird tendril fingers. You instead nuzzle your face against his. A simple gesture that means the world to him.

Rupert fight&flight mode is always set onto fight mode. He isn't reckless, quite the opposite and knows when to back down. However when it comes to you, he'll always fight anyone to death if it means he can protect you.

Rupert's a bastard. He knows it, you know it, everyone knows it. Unlike everyone else however, you understand Rupert on a deeper level. At least you can be bastards together.

He likes to pick you up, practically manhandling you 24-7. Rupert dose it for a multitude of reasons, one of them being the major size difference between you and him. His back can only handle so much slouching down before eventually it gets sore. Another reasons is, well... He likes holding you a lot.

You never point it out but whenever you see him, you also see Ruperts little curled tail wagging side to side. It's brief but such a small detail comforts you, he genuinely enjoys your company.

#🍖fairy food🍀#Happy valatines day everyone!#canon x self insert #self ship #rupert swaggert #Meat sweats #rise of the tmnt

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thetreedragon · 5 months

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The Iconic Ear Scratch

The actor's name starts with a J btw.

#alex bale #hmf #muse arg #this place is not happy #happy meat farms #jared warrenheim #don't feed the muse #it department #on the third day of an international manhunt #jerry sola #costa karalis

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happyk44 · 7 months

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"I'm not leaving you behind! It is my duty," he hissed. "I swore myself-"

"Your swore yourself because you had no choice, Percy." Her eyes were endless dark, devoid of feeling, of life. "You had a price to pay for your mother's life and this was your only offer." Her thin fingers cup his face through the bars. "You didn't choose to be my protector." She gave a weak laugh that made his stomach plummet to the floor. "You're not even my guard yet, not really."

Like a phantom, her touch slid down his cheek. He caught her wrist before her fingertip stopped gracing his skin. He could feel the rounded edge of her fingernail poke against him. Silence held fraught between them.

"Bianca-"

"Percy," she cut in, voice so sharp it cut him to the core. "I want you to survive. You're free. Take advantage of that, and go. Now."

"I can't go back without you," he said, quickly. She didn't fight his hold, but still his grip tightened. As though the harder he held her, the more she would stop protesting her escape. "You are-"

"Dead." Her lips thinned. "I'm dead, Percy. I was dead the moment they got their hands on me and I will be dead before either one of us even makes it beyond these walls, but you-" Her voice cracked, eyes watering.

He shook his head. Blood pounded in his ears. He didn't want to hear what she was going to say, wanted her to stop, wanted it all to stop. Just for a moment.

But it didn't, and neither did she. With a deep breath, she carried on, "You can make it. You can live. But only if you leave without me, so go."

His lungs burned. She inhaled so deeply, spoke so forcefully, and it made him hold the air in his chest until he couldn't take it anymore. If he didn't breathe, maybe she would. But his chest ached. Self-loathing wedged itself like a rock in his throat as he let go. The sound of his own breath was like nail on chalkboard.

"Percy," she whispered. He shook his head and leaned in closer. Although tears hadn't yet fallen, her eyes were still wet. They glistened like the night sky. Her forehead pressed against the bars.

He looked away. The brick wall to his left was growing a fair bit of moss in the corner. "What's our star again?"

She laughed. It was a watery thing that choked him where he stood. Memories of standing the long grass, moonlight shining off the river, while she read her books beside him. Every so often, she'd look up at the night sky and search for the brightest star that month. She'd tell the stories behind the constellations. Or at least the stories from her kingdom. Any time she told a story, a fantastical myth, she'd follow up that her brother knew more - Nico, the quiet prince with a voracious appetite for legends and monsters.

Then, if she could spot the brightest star that month and if she recalled, she'd tell him what it meant for the people born that month. At least, in their hemisphere anyway. The stars were different elsewhere. Sometimes she'd crack open the newspaper, the stark image of her father, and read aloud the horoscopes.

He still remembered the incredulous sound she made when he told her they shared the same birthday. She'd dragged him to the library to refresh her memory on their star. Then argued furiously that he did not share the same traits as her.

It was a silly thing. She didn't believe it. He didn't either. But it was the first time they hadn't played the stiff act of royal princess and her knight-in-training. Not Percy holding his tongue and following strictly one step behind. Not Bianca doing her best to pretend he wasn't her shadow.

Awkward civility and stiffness carried thick between them from the moment Percy had been casted into his role. But that night, with the sound of yelling and laughter still echoing in their ears, they made an agreement. They didn't have to be the best of friends, but they sure could be casual with each other. After all, they were going to be stuck with each other for the rest of their lives.

At least... they were supposed to be.

Slowly each finger detached one by one until all that was left was his palm pressed against her wrist. Then that fell away too. Still he couldn't bare to turn his head and face her.

"Leo," she said. "The lion. Strength, pride, loyalty, confidence."

A stabbed orange toy on new year's day passed through his mind. "Sacrifice."

It was quiet for a beat. Then, "Yes." His heart hammered so fast he could feel it in his throat. "The lion represents sacrifice."

What was he supposed to say? He wanted to run, to turn the lock with the key he stole, take her and run. Run far and fast. But deep inside, he knew she was right. He could get by undetected. No one cared about a child knight, not even yet passed his training. He could blend in and slip out. Even if he got caught, they wouldn't nearly put in as much effort to get him back as they would if she were with him.

She was right.

She was already dead.

He swallowed thickly and met her eyes again. The night sky glistened back at him and he thought of constellations and warm handshakes and kind agreements and silly arguments. Breath caught in his throat. "I'll miss you," he whispered, voice hoarse.

Her lips twitched. "I'll miss you too." She blinked, and one tear slid down her cheek. He tracked the wet trace it left behind until it welled up at the bottom of her chin and dripped to the floor. "Will you do me a favour?"

"You're my princess," he said. "I would do anything for you."

It was a weak smile she gave before she spoke. The sight of it crushed him. "Tell my family I love them." Her breath escaped from her shakily. She pushed back her hair. A classic move to hide the nerves that drove her hands to tremble ever so slightly. "And take care of Nico. Please."

"I will," he promised.

Her smile strengthened ever so slightly. But the tears fell fast now, one right after the other. Her face tilted away at the first streak. He immediately turned his line of sight back to the brick wall. Weakness, sadness, grief - she hated being seen with any of them. He always respected it. Look away until she was done. Don't speak, don't ask her anything, don't help her. Just look away and stay silent unless she calls out.

So, even as his mind's eye was trapped in the wet track of tears on her skin, the hitched sound of her breath holding in a cry, he turned and headed back for the dungeon's door. The doorknob twisted in his hand. The door cracked open.

"Percy."

He held stiff. "Yes?"

"Don't forget the bracelet."

Heat burned at the back of his head. In his pocket, the bracelet felt heavier than the weight of the world. When he had first arrived, she gave it to him. When he refused to take it, insistent that she could deliver it to Nico herself, she shoved it into his pocket herself. Like a ghostly stain, his thigh still tingled with the forceful and firm press of her hand. He was sure it always would.

"I won't."

"Stay safe," she said, a princess in a dungeon ready and waiting to die.

His heart shattered. Still, he kept his head held high. "I will."

Then, without another word, he left the girl he had spent the last three years training to protect. He was meant to die for her. It was the role he had accepted the night he and his friends had stormed the castle and pleaded for help with his dying mother. He didn't argue. He didn't plead. Without hesitation, he swore his life away for hers. Without hesitation, he swore his last breath would be hers.

Yet she was the one embracing the eternal coldness to come. She was the one breathing weakly so he could breathe strong. She was trading away her life for his. She was the lion, giving a mighty roar before the dawn of a new year. She was the sacrifice, held down by chains with a glistening sharp blade raised above her head.

But he wasn't the one lowering it upon her neck. No, he was the cold breath of winter. The first drop of snow. The wilting grass. He was the barren wasteland that drove her out into the open. He was the starving masses desperate to live. He didn't have to drop the blade. He didn't have to use his own hands to spill her blood across the ground. His survival was her end. And that made him her killer anyway.

#bianca di angelo #percy jackson #had this thought that was basically what if percy was bianca's bodyguard and became obsessed with protecting nico after she died #and this this happened #happy talks pjo #my writing #my fanfic #the lion leo constellation thing was spur of the moment so the whole sacrifice concept after was made up as i was going along #but anyway the thing i made up for it in this AU or whatever is that in hades' kingdom the start of the year begins with winter #so in the before times winter would come and the people would struggle but they'd be okay but one day the winter was awful #the food stores were ruined and the winter farms were weakened so people began to go hungry as they rationed the food #but the winter was so bad it also drove out the animals in the forest including a pack of lions which the people killed for meat to survive #so every new year as a tradition a lion is sacrificed as like a promise of survival and prosperity and health and whatever #a real lion is sacrificed publicly by the royal family. other people will sacrifice a placeholder like a lion toy or a painting of a lion #idk what they do with the lion after - maybe the royal family eats it or households do a lottery to get a portion of its meat delivered #could i not have just made up a separate new thing for percy's birthday month? yeah. but that would've required more effort and i'm so tire #fuuuck is it really 10pm? shit i need to eat

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