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ask-hannah-blog · 4 months

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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays Honkers!!!

Pretzel again!🥨🤡 Just been living my life thinking of you and how fucking sexy you're getting love! ❤️ 😍 💖 ❣️ 💕 💘

Been following your advice and giving my plushies plenty of attention these past couple days and I gotta say the new greasy burger joint smell my flat took on these past couple days has been great! Having your body produce its own food is super convenient too I practically don't have to shop for food anymore! Well, unless if I wanna spread my mayo on some other salty snack heheheheheheh! Hyuck that reminds me my feet haven't been the only thing that have grown! My new diet is super good and yummy but I've been packing on some extra weight because of it! A big pot belly! Look good on me to be honest, feels like I was always meant to be a greasy gassy lard hog, y'know?

I finally found a use for my dumb buckteeth! 🤪 they're bottle openers durrr! I shoulda guessed!

Anyways I figured for Christmas I'd treat myself a bit and got a nice mani/pedi (my hands with my colors, and my toes with yours!), and you'll never guess who I ran into! A real Christmas miracle! My old friend toe cleavage! Now as tempted as I was to jump her right there and thank her for all the progress she's helped me make as a clown I did my best to keep my sausage at bay and chat it up with her. Proper girl talk you know? Even if I think she was a bit freaked out by the fact that my feet could cover her entire face hyuck! 😳

Well anyway, as luck would have it, she's actually looking for a new therapist. So I figured I'd give her your information! If you get a call from her and she schedules an appointment, you know what to do, "Honey toes"! Up to you if you wanna send her back after she's done cooking. I wouldn't want my Queen to think I'm selfish!

That's all from me for now, but don't worry I didn't forget about that trade offer of yours! I'm thinking of buying a proper camera and put the video of me going down on my feet up online so all the pervs out there can really enjoy my brand of foot worship heheehhe hyuck! It'll be my gift to our amazing community!

Pretzel out, keep up the good work Hannah ✌️😘

Merry Christmas!

Lol Pretzel you nasty girl, living off a diet of mayonnaise and soda pop. When your makeup comes in you’re going to have a bunch of red dots on your face to act as clown acne, you greasy freak!

Good girl playing with your plushies like I told you! Mmmm your greasy babies have got to be taking after their mama by now. Isn’t that right? Their fur is getting ratty and knotted, crusty with your stinky cum. I bet your cum has been bleaching them, their fur turning white over time, while their noses inflate into big red balls for you to honk. Their faces have changed too I bet. They’ve all got big stupid Buck teeth now, just like their mama. But that’s not what I’m talking about, is it? No, but you know what I mean. Their faces look more…. Perverted now don’t they? Some are making Ahegao faces, others are just leering, watching you fuck and molest their furry friends with obvious glee. They’ve gotten bigger, haven’t they? You’re not the only one living on a diet of your cum. With how much they’ve absorbed they’ve been getting fat, getting little teddy beer bellies, big bunny titties, phat fox phannies! They just look so weird and freakish now, not like cute little stuffies at all huh? That’s because they’re sex toys, you in all your cartoonish perversion turned them into sex toys. Each of them is strapped with a colorful rubber clowny cock, or a slick greasy pussy. Lately your idea of playing with your stuffies has been riding a thick plastic bunny cock with your ass pussy, farting on him with every drop, while you plunge a slutty little piggy doll down on your weiner. It’s perfect for you! A gassy hog like Pretzel would have a big gross collection of perverted sex plushies wouldn’t she? Maybe the cute trans girl she used to be, whatever her name was would have cute sweet little stuffies, but not our Pretzel!

I bet your pot is sooooo cute! Why are you so perfect? I didn’t even think that you’d be blowing up too, how cute! Deep belly button? Fun to tongue? What’s it taste like? Can I bury my nose in it and just get lost in the smell?

And silly Pretzel your Buck teeth always had a purpose! They made sure that no one took you seriously, or thought of you as a real person! But the can opener trick is cute too!

Mani pedi you go girl! Treat yourself! I love that you have both our colors it’s like we’re married! 🥹 plus anyone who sees my colors in your yummy clown fleet will know instantly who you belong to! 👸 I think all my loyal clowny subjects should do the same and give praise to Pretzel for allowing them to show their devotion to me!

I don’t know how you were able to sit through an entire pedicure without without just losing your mind! I’m just imagining these poor Asian ladies trying to paint your big clowny toe tails while you’re sitting there in the chair chuckling your head off while your big girl cock is flinging strings of mayoie cum everywhere.

Even if you were able to keep yourself in control I don’t know how they managed to stop themselves from putting those delicious salty pretzel bites you call toes into their mouth. Mmm just being so close to that warm bready smell must have been soooooooooo tempting for them! Hoooooonk!

BUT NONE OF THAT MATTERS!

Because!

AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!

HOT TOE CLEAVAGE!

As in:

As in

I got you girl don’t even sweat it!

I don’t even know why she needs a therapist, but I know becoming a fart sniffing clown is the treatment! Hyuck! Trust me guys! I got the degree!

Studies show becoming Pretzel’s devoted clown slave significantly increase a person’s happiness!

Gosh, I just don’t know how I’m going to stop myself from fucking her the moment she comes into my office! I mean you’ve just been teasing me and bragging about those hot pictures you have of her I feel like when i finally see them I’ll go nuts! I mean her toes, they pretty much single handily perverted you! I won’t stand a chance! 😱 Hehehehe!

What kind of girlie should we make for Pretzel guys?!?! Definitely going to give her a big pink beehive hairdo and her hair will become cotton candy! Then she could man your pervy little snack stand with you!

Do you want her fat, or do you want to do that yourself? ;)

Should she keep her pussy, or grow a peepee? If so how big?!??

Should she be slobby like you, or do you want a cute little sugary bimbo who puts up with all your nastiness because you’re soooooooooo cute?!???

Hehe okay, I’m masturbating way too hard to all of this! Just so excited to give Pretzel the girl of her dreams! Hehehe!

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ohallthecrushes · 3 years

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Keep calm and carnival on

A/N: @deangirldream requested a fluffy fluff. Thank you for it! ^^ It was a joy to write it. I was trying to put jokes and a lot of fluff to it. I hope you like it. 🙂

Summary: You went to see your clown at work and you ended behind a tent with your face painted up by Carnival. Cause you as his clown girlfriend have to look like one!

Words count:2016

It was a long weekend as most people had three days off of work and almost everyone had some plans of how to spend these days. Most wanted to spend it with their loved ones and you were one of them.

Unfortunately, most people didn't mean everyone, someone always had to work and this time it was Artie. He had a really busy days ahead of him. A small festival was happening in a park and Arthur as Carnival was one of the clowns that were performing there. You promised him that you'd go to see him as soon as you finished your chores, and you kept your promise as you were already heading to the park to greet him and spend some time watching him in his natural environment. There was something delightful and uplifting in how a person could thrive when they did something they loved. And watching Carnival was really joyful and entertaining.

You couldn't wait to see your boyfriend, but as soon as you got there, you realized you didn't know where to find him. It was more crowded than you expected and every few meters there was another small tent with something fun to do or to buy. Arthur had to be in one of them.

You spent some time walking aimlessly from one tent to another, enjoying the weather and a cheering atmosphere. You saw one clown but not with green curls and you waved to Gary as you noticed him in a crowd. He waved you back and pointed to the right, showing you where you could find Arthur. Sweet Gary, he was as helpful as always.

Your feet took you to the green tent as you almost ran the rest of your way there. There was a small group of people standing in front of it, mostly children so you didn't have a problem to see your favorite clown dancing and singing a song to kids. They were all amused and laughing, and you could see it was giving Carnival a motivation to put even more effort into his performance. You stood there for a moment, enjoying him dancing, and looking at kids happy faces. There was only you and Carnival and the happy crowd, nothing else. No problems, no work, no shitty people, no difficult situations. One of those rare happy moments that you wanted to frame in your mind so you could come back to it any time.

Carnival made a cute spin with his hands threw aside in a comical and ending manner as he finished his dance with a bow. He spotted you and sent you a big smile before he waved his hand to you, showing to come to him now. His gesture was a bit theatrical and funny, but Arthur liked to stay in his character for as long as he could.

- Hi there, Carnival - you said with a smile before you came closer to give him a kiss to his cheek. But as you leaned towards him, your foot tripped on his big clowny shoe and you fell on him. He caught your arms and chuckled.

- You can't help it but fall for me, ha? - he joked.

- What can I say? - you shrugged - Your charm is irresistible.

You leaned again, this time without stumbling, and gave him a peck on his cheek. He smiled and you were sure he blushed, but the white paint covered the redness.

- Mr Caaarnivaaal - a soft squealing voice came from behind you - Is that your wiiife?

You looked behind you at a small girl with a lollipop and you gave her a smile.

- Soon to be, yeah. She's my girlfriend - Carnival responded, his voice full of proud, and you turned your head to him so fast you could hear something in your neck cracked.

What? Did he mean it?

He didn't look at you but he noticed the surprised look on your face. His hand found yours and gave it a squeeze.

- But she's not a clown? - the little girl questioned with a suspicious stare. For her the only proper girlfriend for a clown was of course another clown. Simple as that.

- How can you tell she's not? - Carnival leaned down to her height level and raised an eyebrow.

- Because she's not looking like one.

- Oh! You're right - a faked shock appeared on his face - we should change that than, shouldn't we?

The little girl nodded approvingly and Carnival chuckled before he pulled you with him.

- One moment, smart one - he said to her while pointing his index finger up in the air as you both disappeared behind the green tent.

- What are you doing? - you asked with curiosity - You want to changed me into one of your kind?

Mhmh - he nodded smirking - Wait a moment, ok?

He went into the tent and after a moment you saw him back with two stools and a set of grease paints and brushes.

- Are you serious? - you chuckled as he asked you to sit - Can you even disappear behind the tent like that? Won't Hoyt be angry?

- I'm on a break - he shrugged - Besides... - he reached into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter - I haven't smoked for four freaking hours.

He lightened the cigarette and took a deep breath.

- Better? - you asked as you watched a ball of smoke leaving his mouth.

He nodded with a smirk as he took another puff and sat down on the other stool.

You sat down too and watched as he was setting up his supplies, putting them on a grass, choosing the right brushes and colors for you.

- Alright - he said with a smile as he picked up a large brush - Let's get it started.

You giggled like a child when he leaned towards you with a white paint on the top of the brush. The smell of it was familiar to you, since you smell it often from Arthur. You tasted it a bit even when you were kissing him with the greasepaint still on his face. But you'd never known the feeling of it on your own skin. When he was slowly painting your face, starting from your cheek, you closed your eyes and focused on how that felt. The paint wasn't cold as you thought it would be, the smell was stronger, yet bearable. It tickled sometimes, especially around your mouth.

- How does it feel? - his voice came closer to you.

- Nice.

When he finished painting your face white - the blank canvas he needed to create his work - he picked up the smaller brush, more pointed, and chose the first color to frame your eyes with. He told you to keep your eyes closed, and your chin had been lifted as he carefully started coloring your eyes. The smell of greasepaint mixed with the smell of a cigarette and you wrinkled your nose.

- That was cute - he said as he picked up another brush to put a different color on you. This time red. This was going to be your new smile. Oh, that was going to be great. He had a chance to put a smile on your face, but in a different way than usual. This time it was going to be almost permanent. He was sure you'd look beautiful when he finished.

- That's tickling - you chuckled as he brushed the paint across your lips.

- I know. It's like that until you get used to it.

- Am I going to look like you? - you opened your eyes. You wished there was a mirror so you could look at yourself.

- No, a little different. I'm using colors that you like the most.

- Oh, that's going to be awesome.

He nodded and took the cigarette between his lips. It was hanging from his mouth as he leaned a bit closer to you, putting his free hand on your tight. He wanted to touch you, he hadn't touched you much today and the last time was 10 minutes ago when you fell into his arms. You were more addicting than cigarettes.

- Now hush, sweety, we don't want you to have red teeth. It would scare the kids away.

You smirked as you watched his eyebrows knitting together in concentration. His eyes got those more intense look as he very precisely was drawing lines on your face. It was exciting and fascinating to watch him doing something artistic, something he liked to do. You could see it in his eyes, that he was excited too and he was very focused on you. This extra attention was making you feel like a princess. Clown princess. You would even like that title.

He inhaled the last time before taking the cigarette from his mouth to throw it onto the ground.

- Done! - he tilted his head as he admired his work, checking if everything was done correctly - You look beautiful.

- I wish I could see myself now. I don't have any mirror.

- There's a mirror inside the tent. You can look at yourself while dressing up.

- Dressing up?

- Yeah, there's a trunk there too. I think there should be a costume you could try on.

- Wait, you want me to perform?- you laughed as you got up - I don't know how.

- You know how, you watched me so many times. We will dance together and sing songs. It's easy you'll see - he said hyped as he took your hand in his - and you can make animals from balloons with me.

- Artie... - you chuckled but agreed to his idea - you know the only animal I can make from a balloon is a snake.

- That will do - he chuckled.

You helped him with supplies and he left you inside the tent, giving you time to dress up. You couldn't wait and you looked in a mirror to see what he'd created on your face. You were amazed. The colors he picked, your favorite ones, were very vibrant and he did an amazing job bringing them together into something colorful and matching.

You wanted to admire his work longer, but at the same time you didn't want him to wait for you.

You looked around and found the trunk. You opened it and picked up the first costume that was there. It was a little too big for you, but was comfortable enough to dance with it. And it even matched Carnival's outfit. After a while you decided to stay in your shoes however, there was no way you could dance or even walk in those big clown ones. You wondered how Arthur could do it.

When you were ready you went outside and when Arthur saw you he did that funny little jumps clapping his hands with excitement. You laughed as you walked over to him to stand beside him. He took your hand and swirled you around before he looked at the small girl that was still there, sucking on her lollipop. Her eyes opened wide in shock. Your transformation was spectacular to her.

You swayed shyly to the rhythm of a song playing somewhere in the background. Arthur was already doing a little dance facing you as he swirled you around one more time. You tried to mimic his movement and have fun, and soon you both were facing the crowd, doing some funny silly dance together. The kids were curious and seemed to like you.

The small girl came to you pulling her lollipop out of her mouth.

- You are Ms Carnival! - she said as she smiled at you.

You nodded and smiled back as you glanced at your boyfriend. You started to enjoy it more and more, gaining some confidence along the way. It indeed was easy like Arthur said. Actually, with Arthur, everything seemed to be easy. If you already didn't have a job, you could maybe work at Haha's with Arthur. You could just dance and sing and play around and entertain kids. You wouldn't have to do anything else and kids still would be impressed.

The girl pulled you by your sleeve bringing you down to Earth.

- Can you do any tricks?

Oh no.

#arthur fleck #joker #arthur fleck imagine #arthur fleck x reader #joker x reader #joker x you #joker fanfiction #arthur fleck fanfic

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shortyisweird9 · 3 years

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'Lonely ghost serie'

You don't know how lovely you are.- part VI

Tw⚠️: swearing, medical inaccuracies(on my part)

You moved your hair away as the cold Siberian winds freeze you to the bone. You were anxious to get back home so you can finally talk with Corpse on the phone. You been talking a lot since you last called him, embarrassingly to help you deal with a baby.

This week beat your ass, tests and assignments left and right like they are Oprah. You desperately wanted to go home where is warm and where you can chat your night away with Corpse.

You finally managed to open up a Netflix account so maybe you two could watch something or talk away while you had background noise.

"I swear to God..."

- Ştiu,nu? ("I know right?")

Sabrina said as she sat on the couch, a book in her lap and a hot coffee cup on the table near her.

"Heyyy!"

"Hello,girl!"

She got up to hug you,gasping when her warmth was meet by your cold grey coat , red bare hands and shaking legs dressed in a black striped suit pants and wearing platform heels.

"My , you are practically freezing. Come ,come!"

She grabbed the blanket she's been sitting on and wrapped you with it moving you to sit down.

She left towards the kitchen to your left , you could hear her taking the kettle from one of the cupboards. You shook profoundly as you harshly rubbed your hands, you stared at your dark grey nail polish, twisting it left and right to see the light bounce on it. You lost yourself in thought:

A tattoo on them wouldn't look so bad. Maybe...

"Here."

A cup of green tea, your favourite, was presented before you. You licked your crack lips as you moved your hand to grab it, only to hiss and curse when the heat proved to be double edged.

Sabrina tried to hold her laugh but one look of your pained and disappointed eyes sent her into a burst ,snorting and laughing like a jackass. You began to laugh with her shortly after.

She puffed as she took the armchair in front, the beige coloured of it and the blood red floral blanket draped all over made it stand out. She was so small in comparison with the gigantic size of it. Still you were the shortest of the group.

"How was your day?"

"Switching to English?"

She nodded.

"Hmm..fine.It isn't like I been speaking it for like 6 hours. My day went on,hmmm, ever washed a cat?"

"Ever washed a llama that simply disdain the idea of being even remotely washed?"

"W-What? Nu,deci,nu. You washed a llama?!"

"Yes,ma'am. Got the scar to prove it."

She jumped a bit off her bent leg ,to bring the polar white sweater up , a deep scar healed in a shaky circle stood there. Your eyes blinked in shock.

"Tell. Me."

"Of course, m'lady."

Her cheery tone lighted the grave tune of your morbid curiosity, you did like crime related shows after all.

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"How?!" Corpse said in bewilderment, laughing in between.

"I know right? She said she felt every bone in her body putting itself back in the place. Even those in her ears."

Your hands covered by your oversized warm black sweatshirt went crazy as you said the story, stopping only to take a breath or to let the burst of laughter die down.

"Man, your friends are crazy."

"Pleease, when I was like 11-"

"I'm eleven so shut the fuck up."

"Shh, Corpse." You said smiling. "Anyway, when I was eleven years old, I used to play with some girls hide and seek or v-ați ascunselea and somehow my stupid ass managed to land into a tree branch."

"What?"

"Yeah, but not like with my chubby ass body ,noooo sir. With my eye."

"What the fuck, which one?"

"The right one, I have a scar running down it till the start of my lips."

"Wait,how? Do you still see?"

"Oh,yeah."You dismissed the question with a shake of a hand, getting back into the story.

"My folk were so scarred and they have a huge fight with my grandma who was busy with gossiping her neighbours. "

"Oh my fucking--Did it hurt?"

"Oh ,yeah but luckily it healed pretty quickly and now I got a sick scar."

"Do you have other scars?"

"Hmm, hella. My hands and arms are littered with them."

You laughed but stopped yourself when you didn't hear anything from Corpse.

"Um, my petit orchid? Are you..are you there?"

"Did you do them because you...you w-were.. um...um..." His voice ran on jittery and trembling in panic as he haulted to draw a breath and calm whatever nerves caused him to panic.

"Self harming?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Oh! No ,of course not. I hate pain. I have them because I cut myself a lot with my butterfly knife."

"W-With your knife?" He still spoke in shaky syllables.

"Yeah, I learn tricks like pinwheel , helix aerial, kiss goodbye and such."

"And you didn't taped the blade?"

"...I am a very chaotic and lazy person, Corpse."

You two laughed the intensity of the room. Your heart blooming at the idea that Corpse was genuinely worried about you but you sighed, getting ahead of yourself only landed you for disappointment and realistic bitterness.

"You...You were really worried about me there, weren't you Corpse?" You rhetorically asked in a shy manner, your mind and ,more,your heart needed to hear this for some reason.

"Y-Yeah, goofball. You got me there for a second. "

"Awww, don't worry my petit orchid. I ain't going nowhere. "

Not with my heart beating so fast and the pressure I have on my guts and the end of my lungs.

"P-Promise?"

"I would pinky promise the fuck out of you, my little orchid. Unfortunately ,I cannot. "

"Maybe some time in the future ?"

You could hear the smile in his voice, your own grin becoming bigger because of that. This manz raises my serotonin like no one's business.

"Of course, Corpse. Whenever you are ready ."

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The rest of the night was spent watching cheap movies ,roasting the unrealistic characters and taking occasional breaks to regain your brain cells back.

"You been quiet."

You jumped ,stabbing your pointing finger with a sewing needle. You hissed as you moved to pull it out of your finger.

"Ghost ,what happened?"

"I was...ah shit...this will hurt."

You clenched your teeth and groaned as you pull the long glimmering needle out ,your skin reddening immediately as a bit of blood sprung out.

"Ghost? Goofball,please answer. "

"Y-yeah, I am fine. You scared me when you started to so the needle I am using went into my finger. It hurts."

"I am sorry,but what do you use the needle for?"

"Decorative sewing. "

"And whatcha making?"

"A flower ...for you!"

"Awww....that's so cute. You don't have to."

"BUT I WANT...I mean it's cool ,don't worry about it."

You stupid fucking dinosaur... You mumbled under your breath as you continued on your work, red cheeks of pure embarrassment.

Your pitiful attempt of covering your slip up was rewarded with one of his angelic chuckles, you seemed to make him laugh a lot. That's a good thing,right? Maybe he's just laughing at your clowny ass...

You huffed, eyebrows knitted in annoyance. Oh how you hated those belittling thoughts, they did nothing but ruin everything for you.

Or maybe you ruin them yourself..

"Shut up!"

"What?"

Ah,shit!

"Sorry ,Corpse, not you. I just...I lost myself in thought, hahaha...yeah thought. "

You slapped yourself so hard,your head was dizzy for it.

"Are you sure everything is fine ,goofball. I am always here for you."

Aww...

You sighed, tired all of sudden. "Yeah, orchid. I am fine,thanks for asking. "

"No need.I care about you, you know? A lot."

The last part was said in such a low tone that your ears couldn't pick it up. Unfortunately for Corpse who was busy playing with his sweater paws to calm his nerves.

"I care about you too ,Corpse. I think I will go. Good night !"

"'Night."

The reason why I am so worried about you ,Ghost, is because I don't think you realise ...

"... how lovely you are."

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Hey, guys!💖

Hope you enjoyed the part six of this serie, it's bit shorter but I wanted it to be after the last part.

I am interested in what do you think will happen next.

Stay safe!💗

Tagged💖:@moolujk @magenta-skyline @cherry-piee @yoyoanaria @yikesyikesyikes95 @softboiicorpse @heavenly3308 @simonsbluee @mythicalamphitrite @gaysludge

#corpse husband x reader #fanfic #hopefully not cringy

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crystalninjaphoenix · 4 years

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MerMay Day Twenty-Seven I’ll Be There For You

Jackie didn’t fall into a deep sleep. Or at least, his deep sleeps didn’t last as long as they did for other merms. He was more likely to close his eyes and lie down for a few hours, then open his eyes again feeling perfectly rested. All this meant was that when the rocks near his resting place fell, clattering against each other, he immediately bolted up into the water.

“Ahck!” Chase backed up, knocking more rocks down the slope with his flailing tail.

“Oh…” Jackie slumped, relaxing from his fight. “It’s just you. Did I scare you? Sorry.”

Chase smiled shakily. “Y-yeah...a little. Did I scare you? Sorry if I did.”

“Nah, it’s okay,” Jackie waved away his concern, settling back on the sandy floor. “Dude, it’s the middle of the night. What’re you doing here?”

“I just...nevermind, it’s nothing. I can take care of it myself.” Chase looked around. “Why do you live in a hole?”

Jackie rolled his eyes. “I’ve told you a thousand times before, it’s not a hole. It’s just a small dent with pebbly sides. And it’s so it’s harder to sneak up on me. Which...you were doing?”

“I wasn’t sneaking up on you,” Chase protested. “I just...was in the area and wanted to see if you’re here. Because you’re usually not.” Chase swam backwards through the water. “And you are. So...I-I’ll just go now.”

“You doing okay, Chase?” Jackie asked, concerned. He didn’t want to point out that this was perhaps the first time he’d seen him in a week, in case that upset him. But he’d be lying if he said the fact wasn’t on his mind.

“Yeah, just...a little rattled. Don’t worry about it. I’ll just...go now.” With a small wave, Chase turned and swam away.

That was...odd. Jackie considered going after him, but decided against it. It might just upset Chase further. So he settled down again and tried to get some rest.

Two days later, Jackie was regretting that decision. The first time he’d interacted with Chase in a week, and he’d just let him swim away without saying the things he wanted to?! What was he thinking?! He could’ve done a million better things than just gone back to resting. Who knows when he would see Chase again?

And then he headed home around dusk and saw Chase swimming nervously in circles.

“Oh! Chase! Hey!” Jackie waved, and quickly swam forward.

Chase jumped, and turned to look at him. For a moment, he didn’t look too excited to see Jackie, but then he smiled. “Hey, bro,” he said. “I, um...wanted to apologize for being weird a few days ago. So I, uh...brought you dinner.” Chase ducked down to the ocean floor and picked up a fish. “You like this kind, right?”

“Oh yeah!” Jackie closed the distance. “Yeah, I do.” He grinned at Chase, taking the fish. “Thanks, man. You, uh...want to stick around?”

“Um...sure. Yeah.” Chase nodded rapidly. “You’re gonna eat that, though, right?”

“Sure.” Jackie tilted his head, looking at Chase. He seemed...nervous. He’d known Chase for a long time, he could tell when something was on his mind. Though, of course, there was a very obvious situation going on recently. “Hey, uh...you...doing okay, recently?”

“Huh? Yeah, yeah.”

“Hmm.” Jackie swam down into the small dent in the ocean floor he called his home. Chase followed, managing to once again knock down the pebbles on the slope by swimming too close to it. Jackie put the fish down, and turned to look at Chase. “You know...you don’t have to...pretend things are alright. I know they aren’t.”

Chase paled a bit. “Wh...what do you mean?”

“Dude. Our friend is asleep and won’t wake up. Schneep’s dying with worry over him back in that human place—thanks for that, by the way, I was hesitant at first but they’re really helpful. Jameson’s gone, and Marvin’s going crazy about that.” Jackie edged closer to Chase. “And, well...I mean, your kids are gone. If I had pups and they disappeared, I’d be freaking out.”

Chase didn’t respond to this at all. Jackie closed the distance, swimming over to his side. He put his hand on his shoulder and squeezed him close. “So, I-I mean, what I mean to say is,” Jackie continued, smiling, “that you can talk to me, you know? If there’s ever anything bothering you. Okay?”

“Okay,” Chase said hoarsely.

Deciding that was enough pushing for today, Jackie smiled. “Alright, you tiny little clowny. Glad we talked.” He pushed away and swam back over to where he’d dropped the fish. “I did say thanks for this, right? Well, thanks again. I’m kinda hungry anyway.” He picked up the fish and went to rip into it with his teeth.

Suddenly, Chase jumped into action. “Don’t eat that!” he screamed, rushing right over to Jackie and smacking the fish away.

“Wh—Chase, what the hell?!” Jackie backed away. “Why—”

“There’s some shit in it!” Chase said. “I mean, not literally, but it—it’s not good. It could kill you!” Chase blinked furiously, tears welling in his eyes.

Jackie stared, confused. “Then why’d you give it to me?”

It was like a dam burst. Chase started sobbing, shoulders heaving as he floated down to the ocean floor. Jackie, though still confused, didn’t hesitate to drop down to the floor too, patting his shoulder. “Hey, no, it’s okay. I-I’m sure that whatever it is—”

“It’s not okay!” Chase cried. “I-I almost killed you! I-I almost did it on purpose!”

“Whoa, whoa, slow down!” Jackie said. “Look, I’m sure you had a good reason—”

“There’s not a good reason for this, Jackie!” Chase wailed. “I was going to kill you!”

“Alright, not a good reason, but a good explanation,” Jackie rephrased. “Chase, I know you, you wouldn’t just decide to do something like that. To...what is it, poison? Yeah, that’s not like you.” Jackie scooted closer. “Look, I can help you, if you tell me what’s going on.”

“M-my kids,” Chase said through his sobs. “H-he has my kids. I f-found them, I r-ran into him. He...he threatened them. I-I had to—to—they’re kids, Jackie, and—and they’re mine, I have to take care of them—I-I thought I could—but I couldn’t, I’m t-too weak—”

“You’re not weak, Chase,” Jackie said firmly. “This eel, this Anti...he came to you and threatened you, and you didn’t go through with it, no matter what. That’s strength.”

“I almost did…” Chase said quietly. “I almost did…”

“But you didn’t, and that’s what’s important. Hey, c’mere.” Jackie wrapped Chase in a hug. He stiffened at first, but then melted into it, crying harder. “This has been...rough for you, huh? But it’s gonna be okay. This is temporary, and we’re gonna help you get through it.” Chase clutched at Jackie, still sobbing. Jackie rubbed circles on his back. “It’s going to be okay...it’s going to be okay...shh…”

A few minutes later, Chase had quieted, though he didn’t show any signs of wanting to let go of Jackie. He sighed. “Okay…” he whispered. “How...how are we gonna fix this?”

“Well...what did he tell you to do?” Jackie asked gently.

Chase went quiet. “Kill you,” he said, voice barely audible. “And bring proof back. And then he’d let the kids go.”

“Proof?” Jackie asked, puzzled. “Like what?”

“I didn’t ask...don’t think I wanted to,” Chase admitted. “And I was...a little preoccupied.”

“Well...that siren song is a bitch,” Jackie said. “It’s not your fault.”

Chase paused. “He didn’t...sing to me. Or hypnotize me, or...whatever.”

“Really?”

“No.”

“Did he try to?”

“...I don’t know.” Chase considered this. “I...maybe? But it didn’t work.”

“Huh.” Jackie thought about that, then smiled. “Well, then. You were able to resist it. That’s strength if I’ve ever seen it.”

“Thanks, Jackie…” Chase sniffled. “But what are we gonna do.”

Jackie pursed his lips. “I have a few ideas. But we should get everyone together to decide on something. You good with that?”

“...yeah.”

“Great!” Jackie finally pulled away from the hug, looking Chase over. He gave him one last big smile. Chase was worth it, of course. “Should we go, then?”

“Yeah.” Chase nodded. “The sooner the better.”

And with that, the two of them set off.

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticegos #septic egos #jackieboy man #chase brody #brigid writes fanfiction #mermay snippets

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monochromemedic · 3 years

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I really love the style you did for Joker!

thank you! I wanted to do something it’s just kinda a mash up of ideas and joker designs. I wanted to do something with playing cards and ya can’t really see it but his suit jacket is suppose to have the 4 card suits on it. It’s hard designing a joker like a lot of designs are iconic and you go one way it’s too fancy the other way too clowny idk.

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movedto16-salty · 3 years

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yellow!!! :o) (and magenta but. platonically)

i have no idea what a 4 for 4 is but THANK YOU CLOWNY ILY TOO /P,, 🥺💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

#clown anon :0)#ask game!

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spooky-raccoon · 5 years

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Years Later (Part 5)

Pennywise x Female Reader

Part 5 to Years Later!

Tag List: @trig-loves-clowning-around @rottenhearts-and-sharpteeth @sewer-clown-hype @clussysposts @originalclodmakergarden @queendemonfangirl @yeetingful @pennywi-se @wanna-rock-n-roll-in80s

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my doorbell ringing followed by some knocks on my door. With a groan, I flung my bedsheets away from me and slipped on my robe that I was thankful it was long enough to cover any marks that Pennywise had left behind. After everything happening, I honestly didn’t need the mailman or anyone else giving me a side eye. I shuffled down the hall and through the living room, opening the door to reveal Robert Gray standing on my doorstep. He was looking more casual than usual in a pair of dark jeans, a button up shirt tucked in and the sleeves rolled up.

“Good morning. I trust you slept well.” Robert had that cocky smile of his which only made me roll my eyes.

“What do you want, Pennywise?” My brow raised as I tried to give an unamused look while he walked inside. “You’ve never shown up at my door like this before so what’s the special occasion?”

“Come now, can’t an old clown change things up a little? I mean, all I do is pop in unexpected. Make you scream. In a few ways.” He put a hand on his chest as if he was offended by my remark with the corner of his lip turned in a smirk.

“You’ve always been cruel to me. Even you being nice there was always an agenda behind it so you could treat me like a toy. I know you better than that. Why should I believe you’re just changing on a whim?” My voice raised a little and I could feel my robes loosening a little as I moved my arms as I spoke. Robert waved his hand and the door shut behind me which made me jump.

“I. Am. Trying.” Robert gritted his words through his teeth while clenching his hand into a fist. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, opening his eyes again. “Didn’t want to just appear out of the blue when I wanted to ask you something, (Y/N). Thought that would be a little rude of me.”

“Ask me something?” My eyes narrowed while looking him over. After everything, I couldn’t just fully believe him. Robert nodded and put his hands behind his back as he straightened up. Even in his human form he was so tall and towered over me.

“Yes. I came to ask you if perhaps.” There was a pause in his words, and he looked doubtful for a moment. Something I had never seen on him before and it looked out of place. “I know you have that fair that you’ve been working hard for, so the library booth looks nice.”

“And what about it?” I folded my arms under my chest, still keeping on my toes just in case. I made my way to stand at the couch so I could lean against the back of it.

“Well, I know you don’t have to run the booth and you were going to go to the fair to just sort of, walk around and enjoy. I was curious if perhaps, well.” He had his hands outward now as he gestured toward me. “If, well, you and I could go together? As in, one of those human dates.”

My eyebrows shot upward in surprise and I even coughed a little. My hand went on my chest, over my heart as I felt like I was hit with a brick out of nowhere. This had to be a trick and I wasn’t going to fall for it.

“I… What? No! No. Goodness, no Pennywise.” I was still feeling shell shocked as I backed up into the back of my couch. “Why would I?” Robert’s confident expression had fallen, and his brows furrowed.

“Last night, in your dream. Me keeping you youthful for all these years. All those things I’ve done for you!” His voice had started soft until finally it ended in anger. “I can smell how you feel towards me. Taste it on the tip of my tongue.”

“I never asked you to do those things for me! I never wanted you to do those things for me! You made me float the last time you were awake. Do you have any idea what that’s like for someone?” I shot back with anger myself. “Did you think I love you or something? That I would ever love you? I don’t even like you, Pennywise.” Or did I like him? Maybe more than I let myself believe and he knew. “Besides I already have a date to the fair.”

“No, you don’t, and you know that I know that.” He pointed at me, taking a step closer to me. “Give it a chance (Y/N). Give me a chance. You don’t need any of those humans. Especially the ones in Derry.” Another step closer and he was right in front of me. My hands went back to hold onto the couch as I looked up at him, my robe opening up more to nearly expose my chest. “Do I need to change to the clown to ask you? What do I need to do to get you to say yes?”

“There is nothing you could do to get me to say yes. Now, get out of my house.” I pointed toward the door, a slight shake in my hand.

“You do like me.” His hand reached out to grab my chin firmly in his fingers. “You didn’t fight me last night. You never fought back or told me ‘no’ any time I would ravage you for hours. Those oddly gentle moments between us, you enjoyed those too.” His thumb crazed my bottom lip and I could feel the shudder building up in my spine. “You don’t hate me. Not as much as you think you do at least.”

Robert leaned his head down and his soft, plump lips met mine. My eyes fluttered shut and my hands went to grab at the shoulders of his shirt. I hated when he was right. I didn't truly hate him but maybe if I pretended long enough it would become real instead of the actual feelings I had been feeling for almost thirty years. His hands held onto my hips as he closed the already small distance between the two of us. He was all around me it felt, almost suffocating in a way. I wanted more from him though. As Robert or the clown or even that damned spider form he was. I needed to be levelheaded though. I couldn't get lost in the moment even as my body screamed for me to. When his hand dipped into my robe to grope my breast that’s when I grabbed his wrist to pull him away. His eyes opened as he broke out of his little trance and I broke out of my own.

“I said get out of my house, Pennywise.” My voice was lower this time and my eyes faltered to stare at his chest. I couldn't look him in the eye or else he'd know for sure. Robert took a step back, no cocky words or smooth lines this time as I went to open the door for him.

I kept my gaze ahead as he walked past me and when I went to look at him on my porch, he was back to his clowny form. The sky was getting grey as storm clouds were rolling in and the breeze shifted his hair along with the ruffles of his costume. His baby blue eyes stared into my own before he looked ahead, surely going to feast for the day on some poor miserable soul or two. The rest of the day I tried to make sense of what happened that morning.

Work went by in a blur and I did manage to get a date to the fair with one of my best friends who I had a crush on for a while now. I just wanted things to fall into place and for that I’d have to figure out a way for Pennywise to let me go as his personal plaything. I had time to figure that out though. At least for the year or three he would be awake. For now, I wanted to enjoy the few things I could still enjoy. When I had gotten home, everything was quiet. No Pennywise hiding somewhere to terrorize me and not even in my dreams that night to tease me. No clown in sight.

#pennywise #pennywise the dancing clown #pennywise fanfic #pennywise fanfiction #pennywise x female reader #pennywise x reader #pennywise: years later #pennywise: years later part 5

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ditttiii · 4 years

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CLOWNIE!!! I HAVE GOT A QUESTION :D Now that you are going to introduce a new member I was wondering if you use a photo or something as a model to describe them?

Ooo, that’s a neat idea my fellow badass clownie. I definitely can & will 💖 I’ll make a separate post and add pictures for what I imagine them all to be. I’ve posted one for Jk since in my head he looks like what my pet Bunny used to look like and it’s somewhere on my wall, but if this is what thee wants, thou shall provide 💖 I’ll link the post to all the chapters for whoever is interested in having a visual, if not I’ll describe them all in the chapters too 😊💕

Thanks for the idea bub, u rock! 🥺🤩

#ditttiii #potatomohado #enchanted to meet you #ditttiii asks #the clownies #would you guys like that?

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ask-hannah-blog · 3 months

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Hello Queen Honkers, Officer RumbleTum reporting for duty!

I just want to say how grateful I am for your blog. I’m a new your police officer. I got turned by one of Gimmick’s goons a few months back (they’re locked up now) but my life has just been spiraling down the toilet since.

I’m about three feet tall now with a guy that reaches down to my knees. I actually bet I look a lot like Phil, so I guess I’m your type (Fingers Crossed) ga-hyuck! Well I was forced to retire since all my guns turned to nerf and my handcuffs into licorice.

The love life ain’t been going too hot neither. The ol wife filed for divorce and is gonna start moving out soon. She didn’t like that I’m a pipsqueak now, or that I spend half the day jerking it off to your blog, or the other half trying to arrest her for being a stick in the mud.

But you’ve been making so much sense lately. I don’t know about any other clowns out there, but you belng queen just makes so much sense. I realize that I’m supposed to serve and protect you! So to be a good officer of the law I followed your decree!

I talked to an old buddy of mine and managed to get a pair of those mimic heels from the evidence locker down at the station. Then I presented them to my wife as a going away present. A-hyuck!

I don’t know who was laughing harder her or me once she slipped her tootsies inside those shoes. She was in stitches! It was so wonderful to hear some actual laughter from her. I was rock hard let me tell you!

“Stop hahaha stop haha stop jerking off you idiot and get these off of me! Hahahaha!”

“Get off on yeah? okie doke!”

hyuck hyuck hyuck!

We spent all night playing Clownie games like that, it was the best. It’s the morning now and she’s resting in some kind of giggle coma, she’s still wiggling her feet as the shoes lick them.

I can’t wait for her to wake up so we can play some more! Thanks Hannah you saved my marriage! Anything you need, Officer RumbkeTum is on the job!

Thanks for your service Officer RumbleTum! Your Queen is pleased. It’s good to know that my idea is producing such good results. Look at that a total normie suddenly becomes the giggling plaything for a silly clown! Doesn’t it just bring a tear to your eye!

😂

Tears of laughter!

Hyuck!

When I’m queen the only law our coppers will enforce is making sure everyone has a smile on their face!

Keep up the good work my clownies and cuties!

#transformation #mind control #ask blog #hypnosis #clowntf #clown girl #clown #feet

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blushpanda · 4 years

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Oh!! "What's going on?" for Growl, maybe?? :O

thank u for sending!! no idea if i characterized Growl right but there’s a first time for everything

[ prompt from here, the character Growl is from @circussweets !! ]

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Well...This was a mess. Their ear twitching with anxiety, Ember scratched their head, looking over the burned prop in their hands...looks like their fire breathing practice got a little out of hand again. Truthfully, maybe they shouldn't be practicing so close to their act anyway, but...they had wanted to make sure they had it this time!... Apparently not, though. Otherwise this damaged item wouldn’t be a problem, you know?

"What's going on?"

The clowny feline jumped in surprise. Seems a certain beast tamer's act was over, and that meant….one more act before Ember had to go on with this burned prop! Was there time to replace it?

"Ember, what are you doing?" Growl didn't exactly sound mad, but...He certainly didn’t seem happy, either. But really, when did he ever seem happy? “You’re on soon. Stop playing around.” Easy for him to say...His “props”, his mechanical animals that is, were all so obedient! This burned object, on the other hand, was very defiant.

Quickly, Ember pulled out their writing pad - specifically used when they didn’t feel comfortable talking, which was almost always - and began writing their dilemma down. Growl stared at them as they did this...Seems he at least had that much patience for their apparent shenanigans, whatever said shenanigans turned out to be.

Finally, they presented their words: [ Technical difficulties. I burned the prop I need to use on stage. Can you help me fix it? I don’t want to disappoint the kids! ]

Growl’s eyes scanned the page, and he sighed lightly. He seemed annoyed, as it was too late to cancel their act (which he’d probably rather do)...But for now; “How do you expect to fix it?”

Ember thought for a moment, then wrote: [ We could just paint a new coat on it...Or tie paper around it or something. ]

Yeah, well. Growl quickly pointed out that paint would take too long to dry...But thanks to their efforts, there was soon crinkly paper wrapped around the prop. Makeshift, but it would certainly cover the current scorch marks...And help burn more later, considering how flammable paper was. Well, it wasn’t Growl’s job at stake if the whole circus went up in flames...

#si Ember #f/o Growl #Circus Sweets #kermitwriting #self ship #long post #jellofficial

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nightingaletrash · 4 years

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Hello! How about 6, 14, 16, and 26 for MC/Jacob asks? ^^

Thank you!! :D

6. Does your MC want to become head boy/girl? Has that changed since the loss of Rowan?

Originally Evie didn’t want to be Head Girl at all. Though she pursued the position of Prefect, she knew how much it meant to Rowan to become Head Girl and that it was an important part of her dream. And, realistically, she knows she’s not really present enough to be an effective Head Girl for the school. Better that the role go to someone who can be present for the younger students.

But at the same time, it feels wrong letting the position go to someone who didn’t know Rowan, who doesn’t understand just how important it was to her. And Rowan was always so ready to share her dreams with Evie, so excited at the idea of them sharing the accomplishment of the Youngest Professor at Hogwarts, that it would feel wrong if she didn’t try to become Head Girl in her best friend’s stead.

It’s complicated.

14. Would MC rather face Rakepick alongside Jacob, with their friends, or alone?

She doesn’t know. She’s all over the place so far as her feelings go right now, especially in the wake of everything’s that happened. She knows she can’t win the fight alone, that she needs her friends and that they need her, but after watching Rowan die she doesn’t want to endanger their lives and see them die too.

And Jacob… wow her feelings are all over the place so far as he’s concerned. She trusted him in the Vault, but the more he pushes her away, the more her trust in him is tested. Especially since finding that note in his room. There’s doubt growing there, which she hates because she wants so badly to have her big brother back, except the big brother she always knew is gone and doesn’t seem to be coming back. She wants to believe in him, but her faith is dwindling right now and he’s not giving her reason to hold on to that faith.

So yeah. Right now she knows, logically, her best chance of defeating Rakepick is standing together with her friends. Emotionally… she wants her brother there, fighting alongside her and and things being like they used to be between them. Either way, she knows that she can’t do it alone.

16. How does MC feel about (new) Beatrice? Is her behaviour and attitude justified?

At times Beatrice can be quite infuriating, especially when she’s being defiant for defiance’s sake… but Evie gets it. She herself has been changed by her experiences, and as Rowan said, for both better and worse. It wouldn’t be fair to expect Beatrice to be unchanged, and there’s nothing wrong with wanting to try something different.

Evie often sides with Beatrice over Penny during their arguments because she knows that Penny copes with things very differently from Beatrice, and that its not fair to ask Beatrice to cope in the same way. They’re different people now. All they can do is give her the space to grow while being available for support if Beatrice needs it.

26. What is Jacob’s wand material (before and after expulsion/snapping it for the first vault)? Did he buy a new wand or acquire it elsewhere?

Jacob has had three wands so far. His first wand, the wand he acquired after he snapped his first one, and the one he acquired after being expelled.

His first wand was made from Dogwood, which partners well with playful and boisterous characters and has a reputation for producing noisy wands that refuse to cast non-verbal spells. All of which matches up very well with his earlier years, as a clowny, bull-headed boy who liked to make a spectacle of himself. Its core was Unicorn Hair; consistent and difficult to turn to the Dark Arts.

His second wand was an anonymous purchase from one Madam Rakepick, who made arrangements with Ollivander to have a selection of wands prepared and one to be pre-purchased. The wand that chose Jacob was made from Sycamore, which makes wands that seek out quests and new experiences, which was a perfect fit considering that Jacob was now invested in continuing to seek out the Cursed Vaults. Its core was Dragon Heartstring, which is the easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, but is known to be powerful and a quick learner.

Jacob’s third, and current wand was also purchased for him by Rakepick, though this time he knew who his mysterious benefactor was. It is made from Hawthorn, which is said to best belong with witches and wizards of a conflicting or paradoxical nature who are going through times of turmoil, which suited Jacob incredibly well in the wake of Duncan’s death. Its core is a Phoenix Feather, which is in and of itself the most independent and detached creature in the world, which couples well with Jacob’s current paradoxical nature. His desire to be and act alone, coupled with his intense desire to protect his loved ones.

#missnight0wl #hphm #evie jensen #jacob jensen #rowan khanna #patricia rakepick #beatrice haywood #penny haywood

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toxicfucksaround · 4 years

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Big ass art dumb, scroll through at own risk

Hello guys! It has been absouletly forever since the last time I posted anything here, I’m sorry. I kinda forgot I had a tumblr for awhile. But I’m back, with a whole new, much, much better artstyle compared to before.

So, in honor of this, I decided to start posting again, starting with an unbearably long art dump going from oldest to newest art on this computer so, scroll at you’re own risk.

Here is my first attempt at Pixel art in awhile, my girl Zoey when she was younger and being bullied or something.

Next is art of Marina and Mark, her awful ex, brought to you by the song Show and Tell by Melanie Martinez.

Next is my flower bab Mono, a skeleton who became the unwilling host of a parasitic like flower, which loooves sunflower seeds for some reason. The flower doesn’t hurt Mono, rather it protects him, as without a host, the flower will die.

Now meet Adelaide and Juniper, Mono’s moms. One is a stay at home mom that grows fruits and vegetables in their large backyard, and the other one is a flower scientist who studies all sorts of strange and gorgeous flowers, as well as experiments with them.

Meet Green Pearl, half of a permi-fusion based off a really pretty gem I saw, the Watermelon Tourmaline.

Meet Star Ruby, the other half of my Permi-fusion.

Next up is the fusion itself, Watermelon Tourmaline.

After that comes an OC I made named Matthew. He was made after I listened to Honey I’m Home too much and decided to make a character who’s a sweet christian trans boy who’s dad beats him because said dad is an asshole and an alcoholic.

Next two is a Hazbin Hotel OC before and after she died, who in life was a cannibalistic serial killer and in death became even worse. She’s not actually a vampire, I just remember reading somewhere that butterflies drink the blood of dead things and I thought it was cool.

Next up is Marina dressed in three outfits heavily inspired by the GHOST songs in this order; Apetite of a People Pleaser, Honey I’m Home, and Happy Days.

Next is a Blue Spinel OC I made, simply because the idea of entertainment gems is too fantastic to not make twenty versions of, come on. Besides, Spinel’s are great. This is my Blue Spinel, who’s gem is on her back like lapis. Her entertainment is mostly singing as well as a few smooth jokes.

After Blue Spinel is Liliac Spinel, one I plan to redesign in the future,I wanted to give her a more clowny apperance, and she acts a lot like the Spinel we got to know in the movie before Pink abandoned her, except that she can actually read social clues and knows when to calm down and give people a bit of space,

Next is my Blue Moonstone, and don’t worry I just recently redesigned her so, she looks better.

Next is criminal Marina and criminal Zoey, who I won’t get into right now but maybe I will later.

Next is Moth Zoey and Snake Marina, part of a mate au that I won’t get into right now but I will at a later time.

Next is my little Sally Face OC Tabitha, known affectionatly by her dad as Tabi Cat. Tabitha is... definetly one of my weirder OCs, as she’s obsessed with demons and ghosts, and actually isn’t scared of seeing demons or ghosts around the apartments. However, she is unbelievably angry at all the poor, innocent deaths that take place thanks to the cult, expressing her outrage often. She exists in two different timelines, one where she dies to the cult, and the other where she lives and through it and backs up Sal in court, effectively keeping him out of jail.

Next is a fursona I made. I’m not a furry, I just thought it would be fun to draw, although there is nothing wrong with furries anyways but whatever, here’s Mouse! Inky.

Here is the Moonstone redesign I promised. Now, when it comes to Moonstones in Steven Universe, we really don’t know anything about them. But I like to think that they are rather high up gems, by more of a theory then anything. See, you know the Moon Goddess statue that was supposed to save the Lunar Sea Spire? I like to think that the “Moon Goddess’s” are really just Moonstones, who are rather rare to come by but extremely valuable gems. Bismuth revealed that Spires are made for important gems to think in, and I believe that this particular spire was made for moonstones or other oceanic gems. As a ‘goddess’ like gem, she is calm, quiet, and wise, but very compassionate for others. My Blue Moonstone fled from homeworld during the rebellion, after hearing of a better place for gem kind, as well as their plan to protect the humans that occupied earth. Her Black and Gold Pearl, who belongs to my friend Luna, joined her. By the time they finally escaped to earth, the gem corruption had already taken place, and they were safe from it.

Next up is the Fell/Edgy version of Zoey, who is honestly one of my favorite versions of Zoey I’ve ever made.

This is Kelly, Marina’s youngest sibling and honestly the most mature out of the four. She’s 18, and rather sweet, does most of the cleaning and cooking at home because her siblings are all lazy shits, and she has a very good sense of judgement when it comes to people. However, she is very frail and spends a lot of time indoors to stay safe. She’s Asexual and straight, but supports her siblings even when they make her wanna gouge her own eyes out.

This is Aurora, the second youngest. She’s twenty one and currently working as at retail, having quit her stripper job the year before. She’s really into fashion, and wants to design her own line one day, for now she’s just making clothes for her siblings.

And Jonah, honestly I have mixed feelings about him. He’s a huge piece of shit, and I kinda hate him but I also love that he’s a dick, I don’t know why. He’s Marina’s twin brother, and the oldest of the four, and is just, very overprotective and mean to everyone.

This is Baby Doll, a Hazbin OC of mine that’s one of my favorites, personally. In the 1950s she was trapped and manipulated as the perfect housewife, bending over backwards to do everything her husband ever wanted. But about 5 months after she gave birth to his baby, he killed it while he was drunk, making it seem like it was an accident. Baby Doll was heartbroken, and blamed herself for the death, and was pushed over the edge when she returned from grocery shopping to find her husband cheating on her with a younger woman. She snapped, killing her husband and his mistress, before realizing what she did and killing herself.

Time to meet Coco, and boy he he one of my favorite Hazbin OCs. In life he was addicted to cocaine, and when offered a nice supply of it for sleeping with a drug dealer, who was he to refuse? So he totally slept with her, and the two made it a regular thing, getting closer to each other and falling in love. The got engaged, and that’s when things went to shit. The Drug dealer got into a drug war, and during said attacks, Coco was killed horribly. His fiance, distraught, gave up her life of crime and worked towards becoming a better persona, and later died, going to heaven since she had repented and become better. Coco himself had went to jail, and never got to see his fiance again.

#Crappy OCs #Crappy Art #Sorry this is so long

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momestuck · 5 years

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Let’s read Hiveswap Friendsim... volume 17!

The penultimate volume. Let’s sacrifice a few more timelines to the great tapestry of fate that we’re weaving. Or more likely, Doc Scratch is weaving.

This time, “Of Teen and Tech, Acerbic”.

One more jade, and one more indigo. I think at this point we have a pretty even spread across the non-Sea Troll blood colours.

Daraya

I thought there was a TV show of this name, but apparently it’s ‘Daria’. This troll and that Daria seem to have a similar attitude, judging by the image. As for ‘Daraya’, it refers to a handful of places, notably Darayya in Syria, which was apparently the site of a massacre seven years ago during the civil war. Oof.

Daraya is the final troll written by Cee. L. Kyle, creator of prior memorable trolls Bronya, Zebruh, Remele and Lynera. I guess Cee likes writing jades.

Anyway, Daraya’s route begins as a few have in recent episodes - the protag feeling lethargic and listless, too tired to make friends.

We end up in a cerulean neighbourhood. There are some pointed lines...

When this game wants to, it really skewers its targets.

Anyway, the music kicks in as we realise Elwurd (the huge lesbian) texted us to invite us to a party. A bunch of other trolls seem to be showing up as well...

The track this time is called “trollkind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. to obtain something, something of equal value must be lost. that is alchemys first law of equivalent exchange. in those days, we really believed that to be the worlds one and only truth”. No prizes for guessing who decided to name a song after an extended quote from Fullmetal Alchemist.

There’s some more emphasis on how artificial our friendship feelings are...

Anyway, as we approach the party, we spot Daraya, busy looking very goffick.

She’s not thrilled to see us. Of course we’d be friends with Elwurd, she says grumpily.

Now in Befriend Mode, we do our best to mimic her whole ‘disaffected slouch’. Apparently being vaguely cynical and depressed is pleasing to Daraya. She seems to like Elwurd though...

Lesbians, I swear...

I swear...

Anyway, we learn that Daraya has snuck out of the caverns - though she’s not as restricted as little Wanshi. She whines about Bronya’s ‘cloister rules’. But hey, she met Elwurd through Bronya...

We blather about how the caves aren’t so bad, and namedrop some other jades we know. Daraya is not impressed.

Anyway, she’s not invited. So our first choice is to tell her to go home or invite her in.

Let’s let her in, because the other way doesn’t seem to go anywhere interesting.

Bronya isn’t the only troll we know at this party. Chahut apparently hasn’t yet shipped out off planet, and she shows up too.

Chahut makes some remarks about how fascinating she finds jadebloods... or ‘greenies’ as she puts it. She makes a murder joke about whether Daraya is really jade or not.

Yes, that’s exactly how I’d put it. Definitely.

After that brief brush with death, Daraya gets other ideas.

Mmhmm. As we head off, Daraya suggests we have a reputation for being ‘unconventional, weird and rebellious’. That’s certainly one way to describe ‘being a clueless alien pathologically addicted to making friends’.

Ahahaha nicely done.

Unfortunately we don’t have a lot of edgy rebellious ideas tonight.

I’m in favour of being a hoodlum.

Lots of new backgrounds in this episode. Somewhat different style too...

Apparently these are by Phil Gibson.

We ask Daraya how she’s doing. Her answer: not well.

Daraya says some dangerously radical stuff about how everything sucks for everyone but the highbloods... and maybe them too. We get a callback to the joke from last time...

Ha.

The narrator refuses to comment on that. That’s a good call, I think.

Daraya continues to complain. As a jadeblood, she’s not going to have to go into space, but life in the caverns tending to matters of social reproduction. We commiserate, which she appreciates.

We raise an eyebrow at the mention of Lynera. Danara assures us that she hates her - and not in a romantic way! (“or well...”)

At that point, we run into Tyzias. Just the person to take Daraya’s alienation and dissatisfaction and forge it into a revolutionary will, right?

Luckily, protag has the same idea. Which is no doubt why Tyzias was written into the plot at this point.

The well known “goth to anarchist” pipeline, right?

There’s a brief allusion to the weird shift that happened with Fozzer - a vague memory of a different Fozzer. “But why did you remember that guy?” indeed.

Tyzias tries to give a Daraya a little pep talk against hopelessness... Daraya is not particularly persuaded.

God I know that utterly depressing feel. What can one troll do, indeed?

Tyzias answers it the challenge.

She’s not wrong.

Daraya is not exactly being won over, but the protag does manage to get her to chill a bit and keep the conversation going. Tyzias has more real shit to say.

Daraya challenges her - is it just about making herself feel better, if there’s no realistic hope of real change? Tyzias says... in some way, it is. And the protag chimes in - that doesn’t make it less effective, at whatever little it is achieving.

At the end of this, I’m gonna try and make a list like... troll I would most want to be friends with in real life, and least, favourite route and so on. Spoilers: Tyzias would be the friend I’d want to make.

Tyzias points out like... what the hell else are they gonna do? Daraya finally admits she’s got a point.

And... having secured a friendship between not just us and Daraya, but us and Tyzias... we reach the end of the arc.

Let’s go fuck shit up. By which we mean, read law books. I guess!

That was nice. I fully support this lesbian goth and her budding revolutionary consciousness.

God I’m predictable.

Unfortunately, finding the friendship route here means it’s all downhill from here.

If we tell her to go home instead of bringing her to the party...

strut pod encasements!

That was predictably short.

OK, now for the non-phoned in side branch.

She does have an idea, it turns out. We hop into our (now quite low on fuel) car, and head off to a ruined city somewhere near the thriving one we’re living in.

Ooh. I wonder what we’ll find?

We make our way to an abandoned mall to go urbexing. Fuck, I love reading about urbex. Too much of a shut-in to have ever actually tried it.

We end up in a food court with the roof caved in. It’s apparently cool as hell. Alas, it’s not illustrated.

I’m not sure which rebellion this would be associated with. That of the Signless, or some other?

Ah, that narrows it down. The Signless rebellion, then. In which case... Alternian malls are really built to last!

We comment on the strangeness of the absence of adults, but this upsets Daraya.

Apparently, as an adult, she’ll be cloistered off on her own somewhere, and forbidden to contribute genes to the slurry. Huh.

To be honest, it’s a wonder that most other trolls are so cheery. Daraya’s attitude seems like the sensible one on this planet.

Daraya says some real shit about the existential dread she’s living with, the paralysing hopelessness of having no future to speak of.

Hey Daraya, do you fancy this copy of Baedan I happen to have on hand?

make total destroy etc. etc.

Anyway, at this point... Daraya somehow manages to set the mall on fire by throwing a mall at a cooker.

And... the narrator has no choice but to leave, as Daraya lets herself burn in the centre of the mall, one of the few places she cared about.

God, this episode was a bit real lol.

It’s not wrong though. Leftist theory certainly hasn’t cured my depression (lol), but it has given me some perspective to put it in a context where it can be managed, I guess. Something to work towards, no matter how futile it may be, in this fucking hell world that created me.

In the words of 2B... “Everything that lives is designed to end. We are perpetually trapped in a never-ending cycle of life and death. Is this a curse? Some kind of punishment? I often think about the god who blessed us with this cryptic puzzle... and wonder if I will ever get the chance to kill him.”

Let’s look to the struggle within the cycle. What else is there?

Nihkee

So now for...

Nihkee. She stronk. Keep your pants on, lesbians.

Nihkee is the creation of David Turbull, who previously made Tegiri (weeb) and Tirona (baby lawyer). Her theme, appropriately bombastic, is another James Roach piece with a long name: “lmao i still dont know if it’s nicky or nike (like the shoe, not like... the name mike)”. Make of that what you will.

This episode opens in media res - at a sporting arena. How did we get here?

We seem to be watching some kind of cage fight. Knowing trolls, I imagine it will be a lethal one.

Apparently we’re attending to Amisia. She bemoans the ‘boorishness’ of the purplebloods.

This seems to be the troll equivalent of pro-wrestling, rather than, say, MMA. However, injuries are a lot more common. We learn that Amisia won us tickets in a raffle, and invited us to this ‘Display of Muscular Theatre’.

We are watching The Huntress (olive) fight Cullpitz (purple). The narration mentions that Cullpitz is bizarrely un-clowny.

The fights are, naturally, rigged by hemospectrum. The narration notes that The Huntress seems to be deliberately holding back to avoid inciting the crowd. Amisia, however, is excited for the next competitor: Nihkee Moolah of course, who - Amisia claims - has never lost a fight.

Cullpitz wins the fight, and causes The Huntress a likely permanent injury. The protag feels sick enough to have to step away. But as we leave, we get drawn into a conversation with a violetblood (seadweller). He promises money (nah), fame (no thank you) and at last, friendship. And the deal is sealed.

Unfortunately, Nihkee’s opponent is dead. Which means... he wants us to take their place. Having an alien will make big money for the ring.

Let me guess: the choice is gonna be to refuse this terrible plan or go with it.

Maybe, but not yet...

We meet Nihkee, in the middle of working out. Some of these trolls are dressed more for MMA than pro-wrestling but who knows.

There’s a meta joke in the narration.

She is not best pleased with the showrunner for interrupting her prep. Though, I get the impression it’s all in the spirit of showtrollship.

Sure are some muscles. I’m not entirely sure what the [()] typing quirk is menat to represent exactly. Probably not a yonic symbol?

It’s worth noting at this point that all of my knowledge of professional wrestling comes from reading the TVTropes pages a couple of times. If you’re curious, it’s an impressively comprehensive discussion of wrestling terminology and the various dynamics involved in its production.

Kayfabe is the way wrestlers pretend in their media appearances that pro-wrestling competitions are not mostly scripted athletic performances with exaggerated personas, but genuine fights between real people who actually act like their stage characters. Now all the fans fully understand that wrestling is fake (but still fun), it’s not taken as seriously, but apparently it was a huge deal back in the 70s. Give the article a read, it’s fascinating.

Nihkee is not particularly impressed by the suggestion of performing with us.

We protest. At length.

We get the first choice: are we ready for a BUTT CLENCHING, FLESH ABRADING, KNUCKLE BLISTERING, MUSCLE RIPPLING, SMACKDOWN FROM UPTOWN?

Of course we fucking are.

She gives us guidelines for the show. Basically: follow her storyline. “The alien invader challenges me in an exhibition match to TOPPLE the MIGHTIARCHY.” We struggle, but eventually...

...PREVAILS AGAIN!

(I guess to convey suitable drama, a lot of Nihkee’s dialogue is split between multiple dialogue boxes, which makes it a little hard to take screenshots.)

We ask if we’ll die. She assures us no - unless we’re especially weak. But even then...

Well, that’s a great reason to die. Sign me up.

Secondly, an “exhibition match” means we will not be challenging each other for positions on the “flexeladder” - otherwise we’d have to wrestle nude, like at the “Intergalactic Trollympics”. I’d count that as a blessing.

We bring up the question of face and heel. You can read about these on tvtropes, but the narrator does a pretty good job of explaining.

In troll society, of course, the traits we’d ascribe to a ‘heel’ are valorised. So we’re just going to get crushed under her heel. Indeed.

Time for the match. The showrunner does the announcement for Nihkee.

In a clear allusion to good old Equius, Nihkee’s entrance is accompanied by a shower of thrown glasses of milk from the fans.

And opposing her whole deal is...

“Some messed up lowblood alien”. Huh, usually when I go into an arena fight in games I’m the “mysterious stranger”. Who could have seen this coming?

Ah, that’s what fate was working towards this whole time! Thanks, Doc Scratch, for your dedication to the cause of wrestling.

So, naturally, we’re playing the foreigner. Here to prove our superiority to trollkind. TVTropes naturally has an article on this: the Foreign Wrestling Heel. We’re going by the book here.

We put up a good bit of bravado. But are we prepared to face, Nihkee demands, her...

OK, you got me. I’m laughing out loud again.

The protagonist puts up a pretty good show, it seems like - barely dodging Nihkee’s attacks in a suitably dramatic fashion. We bleed, but the narration suggests that under the stage lights, the trolls will take it as ordinary ‘rust’ blood and not ‘mutant’ red. We hope.

Nihkee invites us to attack with appropriate pomp. But we...

...don’t do that, not directly. We springboard off the edge of the cage in “a classic clothesline manoeuvre”... and get knocked the fuck out.

But we haven’t reached our second decision point yet, so that can’t be the end of us. Hopefully we gave the trolls what they wanted.

Do we even have a fourth wall anymore?

Anyway, this turns out to be Nihkee’s hive. She is not impressed at our ring performance - getting knocked out by our own attack. Well, that’s fair.

Training montage incoming?

Hell yes. (She calls everyone sister, including the announcer guy, in case you’re wondering if that’s an implicit gendering of the protag.)

She’s brought us to her BRAWNISEUM. As we can see in the illustration... it’s pretty much made for Space Marines to train at.

After her speech about our indomitable will and potential, she invites us to ASCEND with her.

Hell yeah. Let’s [S] ASCEND together!

Of course we fucking take it.

We start with the acid treadmill. (The acid doesn’t seem to be depicted.) She turns it up... a bit fast.

We manage to run at 12 miles per hour - which is about bronze level good. Apparently all the machines rate us by blood colour. While the low end of the hemospectrum gets the badass psychic powers, the high end gets the physical strength, it seems. There’s more jokes about how great our legs are - they merit a cerulean!

All the while, Nihkee ‘encourages’ us in a way that’s gendered in the opposite way that things usually are on Earth.

After half an hour of that, she gives us a protein shake... except it’s not a protein shake but ‘gatorade mixed with milk’. Amazing.

Then we get tested for ‘pressure resistance’ in a soft iron maiden. Apparently that’s olive level.

The overall verdict?

Hooray.

We do more of this - including getting chased by a literal toothy monster. By the time we finally collapse...

She’s impressed by our commitment - our “strength of heart and soul”. And our great appreciation for the MOST RIGHTEOUS OF PURSUITS... earns us the recognition of “workout friend”.

And that rounds out the arc. Presumably after some more of this, the narrator will be due for a return to the ring.

Go us!

Easy arc to find the right answers in, evidently. Now to see what happens if we hesitate.

First of all, before the match...

We can’t watch as she pulls out lowblood challengers from the audience and smashes their faces into the spikes. Oh, trolls. We get treated to an image of this, too.

Mmm, indeed.

Now, if we hesitate later before the workout session...

She dismisses us - unworthy of her gifts, unwilling to reach our full potential.

She tells us to get out of her sight. The narration steps in to make another meta joke (that’s like three this arc?)

We get a fake out fade to black and the first note of the end card music... but then!

...GET RIIII(...)IIIPPPPPED! In our own way.

D --> Hmm, 100k at this e%tremely subtle reference.

Anyway, that someone turns out to be... Stelsa! And Tyzias, who happens to be present. There’s a brief discussion of a fast food service called ‘door smash’, and Stelsa’s love of scheduling. They’re cute together.

But let’s get down to business... to defeat...

...our own flimsiness.

Stelsa’s into it.

Then we hang with her and Tyzias for a bit. We suggest Tyzias might consider energy drinks.

This arc then extends over... a long time!

Multiple weeks! And the training seems to be going well...

It’s almost as if ‘drill sergeant’ isn’t the ideal demeanour for a coach after all.

But as we go to show off our progress to Nihkee, the question of this being a non-canon branch leads us to hesitate.

So we decide to ‘blitz our chakras’ to try and work this out. We put on some ocean noises (which leads to a change in the soundtrack! soft music starts playing, seguing into the menu music) and... start imagining some metaphors.

In our reverie, we slip beneath the surface of the river.

Things get kind of meta. I’m just gonna take a bunch of screenshots because this seems... important.

The images of failed branches, all these catastrophes, blur together on top of each other.

We are implored to ‘find our river’. And we find the two branches of the current route... one sounding much more inviting than the other.

Then things get REALLY meta.

And then we get the rest of the arc in some kind of summary form, all in this... letterboxed? That’s not the right word, but whatever... all in this view. Nihkee is not pleased to see us. We come up with the idea of sneaking in.

It does not seem to end well.

She chases us on one leg and we escape by getting her run over by a train. But she becomes a cyborg coming to chase us down, terminator-like. Yeah, seriously.

NIHKEEBORG spends a year hunting us across the wilderness. And eventually... she catches us. We die.

And coming out of the meditation, we decide... not to do that. We just go to Stelsa’s house instead, and let Nihkee be.

Oof.

God, you never know what you’re going to stumble onto in this game. That was amazing.

Next time: FINAL CHAPTER.

#momestuck #lets read hiveswap friendsim

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