#*CLOWN MUSIC INTENSIFIES

[foibles-fables]

I downloaded the DD2 demo and, surprising absolutely nobody,

[normal-thoughts-official]

no i don't have a type, why do you ask?

[lunian]

love seeing this popular "for me to avoid romancing Astarion once again I just went to play as Astarion himself to try someone else lol"

it's like my dumb ass taking Gale origin but as "not only I won't slip on this wizard rizz once again but also I will finally have any kind of motivation to romance Astarion"

[omegabenaeart]

Character 1 of 20, BOBBY

He's part of a team of clown assassins known as 6onk, acting as the leader and the firearms expert.

Also a bit of an angry dude, doesn't tend to like people. It doesn't help that his teammates seem to enjoy pissing him off lol.

Video below cut

[tierra-paldeana]

// i'm taking screenshots of the ep to make icons with and hassel's fucking face in this frame is TAKING ME OUT fhghgHAGAHGSHG

[thomas-mvller]

My comms said leverkusen will probably concede a match or two at bundes bc winning titles is more important than keeping a winning streak

I hope they concede four

[quilleily]

The Iron Trio

Sure hope nothing bad happens to them *clown music intensifies*

[notdefendingtaylor]

taylor: delivers a handwritten letter of deep appreciation and gratitude to a three time woman abuser

swifties: that's my cue to clown even harder for this woman *circus music intensifies*

[doccywhomst]

♫ CLOWN MUSIC INTENSIFIES ♪

[deafeningladyruins]

Carnival of Shadows

3: The First Contact

The days turned into weeks, and their nightly encounters at the abandoned carnival became a macabre ritual. She was drawn to Art the Clown like a moth to a flame, finding solace in the eerie companionship he offered. Her mental health, usually a tumultuous storm, felt eerily calm in his presence. The hallucinations persisted, but they seemed less menacing when Art was near. One particularly dark and stormy night, she found herself once again at the entrance of the carnival. The wind howled through the broken structures, creating an eerie symphony that sent chills down her spine. She clutched her coat tighter around her, her eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of him. The rain began to pour, heavy drops drumming a relentless rhythm on the ground.

As she ventured deeper into the carnival, she spotted a faint glow emanating from one of the old game stalls. Her curiosity piqued, she made her way towards the light, her heart pounding in her chest. When she reached the stall, she found Art the Clown seated behind a makeshift counter, an assortment of peculiar trinkets spread out before him. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he looked up and met her gaze.

"You're here again," she said, her voice barely audible over the rain. "Why do you always come here?"

Art remained silent, his smile unwavering. He picked up a small, intricately carved music box and extended it towards her. She hesitated for a moment before accepting the gift, her fingers brushing against his cold, gloved hand. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, but she felt a strange warmth in her chest. As she opened the music box, a haunting melody filled the air, blending with the sound of the rain. Art the Clown stood up and moved around the counter, coming to stand beside her. He extended his hand, inviting her to dance. She hesitated, her mind racing with a mix of fear and excitement. But the allure of the dance was too strong to resist.

Together, they waltzed through the rain-soaked carnival, their movements graceful and fluid despite the uneven ground. She felt a sense of freedom she had never experienced before, the weight of her mental struggles momentarily lifted by the dark beauty of the moment. The rain plastered her hair to her face, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the dance and the silent connection they shared.

"Why do you stay here, Art?" she asked as they danced, her voice barely a whisper. "Why do you choose to be alone in this place?"

Art the Clown tilted his head, his expression unreadable. He gestured towards the carnival, then pointed to his heart, as if to say that this place, with all its darkness and decay, was a reflection of his soul. She understood more than he could ever convey with words. They were both outcasts, drawn to the shadows and the forgotten places where others feared to tread.

As the dance came to an end, Art the Clown led her to a small, hidden alcove where a makeshift shelter had been set up. It was a place of refuge from the storm, filled with old blankets and flickering candles. They sat together, the silence between them comfortable and soothing. She felt a sense of belonging she had never known, her heart beating in time with the rhythm of the rain. As the storm outside intensified, she began to feel the exhaustion of the day weighing heavily on her. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she stifled a yawn.

"I'm so tired," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm afraid to sleep. The demons in my head... they come for me when I'm alone."

Art the Clown's expression softened, and he nodded understandingly. Without a word, he stood up and began to prepare a makeshift bed for her. He gathered the old blankets and arranged them into a cozy nest, ensuring it was as comfortable as possible given their surroundings. When he was done, he gestured for her to lie down.

She hesitated for a moment, then crawled into the bed he had made. The warmth of the blankets and the faint glow of the candles created a cocoon of safety around her. But even in this comforting space, the fear lingered.

"Art, will you stay with me?" she asked, her voice trembling. "You... you keep the demons away. I'm scared to be alone."

Art the Clown nodded once more, his smile reassuring. He sat down beside her, his presence a comforting anchor in the storm of her mind. She reached out and took his hand, holding it tightly as if afraid he might disappear. As she drifted off to sleep, she felt the darkness recede, replaced by the quiet strength of the silent clown beside her. For the first time in a long while, she felt at peace, knowing that she wasn't alone in her fight against the shadows.

The night wore on, and as the storm raged outside, they found solace in each other's company. In the heart of the abandoned carnival, a bond was forged—a bond that would lead them down a dark and twisted path, forever changing their lives.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

[fyeahdprian]

DPR IAN on how the "inhumane" K-pop industry intensified his dissociative identity disorder

SBS The Feed December 10, 2024

DPR Ian - or Christian Yu - is one of the few Australians selected to become a K-pop idols. He launched from a life of music and metal in Australia's Wollongong to idol stardom when he moved to Korea on a whim and was scouted to join the hugely successful K-pop group C-Clown. He's now independent and creating a new blueprint for the industry with DPR - the Dream Perfect Regime collective and his videos (which he edits himself because the guy can do everything) amas millions of views. But it's been a whole ride to get here.

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Ian: That's actually me switching. That's not me acting because you feel it. You know when you're going to switch because you feel it. I can't do it on command.

DPR Ian is one of the few Australians selected to become K-Pop idols. He launched his life of music and metal in Australia's Wollongong to idol stardom when he moved to Korea and was scouted to join the hugely successful K-pop group, C-Clown. He's now independent and creating a new blueprint for the industry with DPR, the Dream Perfect Regime collective. And his videos, which he edits himself because the guy can do everything, amass millions of views, but it's been a whole ride to get here. Welcome home. Ian: Thank you.

I'm really interested in your determination to move to Korea and that period of your life. What was your life in that? Were you planning? How did you prep for that?

Ian: At that time, I was like, I better really just take a plane and head over to Korea. No plans. And I just told my mom, "I'm going", and she's like, "just get into uni first". So I got into uni. But, then my mom was like, you've got to save money yourself. I did a gig handing out pamphlets at the time.

Oh, the promotional. Gig?

Ian: Yes.

Yeah, I've done that.

Ian: You've done those?

Hundreds

Ian: You did that too. Oh. My. Lord. I mean the money's great. I can't believe you did that too. Yeah, it's weird. I remember one term, it was like a chocolate and I had to dress up as a chocolate.

Was it like a bar? Chocolate bar?

Ian: Yeah, I was avoiding any eye contact with people that I knew.

Ian: Luckily I got the money saved up and went to Korea. And it was a rough journey because I didn't know nothing about Korea. And I remember the first few months I got scammed. I lost all my money and I had to stay at these saunas. You don't sleep there, you don't stay there. But I had to stay there. I didn't want to tell my mum that I failed in the first three months of going there. I told her, I was like, "I'm going to get a job". And she's like, "if nothing happens in the two months, you have to come back". I was scouted in the street and went into the trainee days, idol days.

So you managed to stay a couple more months. And those months where the opportune months that kind of changed your life?

Ian: Apparently so.

[MUSIC] "Yeah. This is how the world plays. Yeah, this is how the world plays.

Ian: Immediately they put me into the training rooms. I met all the other trainees and all that. This was bit weird.

[MUSIC] Hey, what's up everyone? We are C-Clown.

And what was the training schedule.

Ian: For us back in the days? Very strict. Wake up like five, head to the studio. Practice, practice, practice. If you're late a minute, you have to kneel on the floor and you have to sit in the corner like time out, and you'd go back home, 1:00 AM, 2:00 AM 3:00 AM and then you just repeat that throughout the whole week. It's a lot better now. That's what I hear. But back in 2010s 2012s, it was at its peak era of do you have slave contracts? It was just so shady, but getting the backhand of that just did something to me. It's a pretty intense process. Oh man. I thought it was inhumane, but that's literally the life that trainees live.

Yeah, well a lot of people really want that.

Ian: Oh my god. They don't know. See, I didn't know that either. You don't know what that gruesome and grueling side of that life is because no one really tells you. You just think, okay, "the minute I'm an idol, it means it's an immediate success", which is not the case. But you have all these other hidden layers of groups that don't even make the cut line and there's about a hundred of them.

You've chatted a bit about your bipolar and your dissociative identity disorder. For people who don't understand that experience, how would you explain it to them?

Ian: Well, I don't even know where to start. For example, DID, it's like disassociating yourself. So it's kind of waking up in a new body, new mind, new likes, new dislikes. It's kind of living with I think another you that is completely separate from who you identify as a person. For me anyway, personally, I never really get a choice of when that takes a turn and you just keep going back and forth from that person. If you decide not to show people your most vulnerable side, you would have a choice to not show it.

Right. I see what you're saying.

Ian: But I never really got a chance to not show it. I'll switch out. I would all of a sudden be, I'll be doing something as somebody else. And it would feel like when I come back, I wouldn't really understand what I did or who I was or none of that. So it would be unbelievable.

Ian: I knew what I was doing when I started naming it. His name is Mito. You should never just name your personas or your altars. That gives it so much more power. But the thing is, for people that are going through it, you can't tell them not to do that. So the first time I showed Mito to the world was a music video called So beautiful. That's actually me switching. That's not me acting because you feel it. The reason is, you when you're going to switch because you feel it. It's not, I can't do it on command. Now what happens with the DID is, if you can't associate yourself with an emotion and it's something that you want to go further away from, you'd create an area in your mind that you'd run to. It's okay in the beginning, but the more and more you're faced with trauma, the minute you feel it, you're out. So it's no longer like I'm going to go back. It's like your body's immediate response to just open the door and kick you out. So I didn't know that. So I didn't know that during my idol days. I just thought this is the only way I can cope with it. The only way. So I just kept doing that.

Well, you have DPR now.

Ian: Yes, I do. Apparently. Shame.

Good to know. What do you want to take from that experience?

Ian: I think. Being an idol taught me what I shouldn't do. There wasn't really an independent show for artists. Because we had to follow a systematic, or a system, in order for us to make it or get there. But I wanted to break that. I just wanted to show people that you could be very genuine with what you do artistically and still have an audience.

Ian: My name is DPR Ian and I'm back home. Thank you. Guys.

[davycoquette]

Find the Word Tag

Thanks so much for the tag, @marlowethelibrarian! The words you chose were, um

these snippets are almost all bonks

BURN

“Look up. Now.”

He did. He tried to focus on the soldier’s eyebrows, then his nose, his mouth. It didn’t matter. The laser burn seared his eyes, which wept instantly. But it wasn’t like staring into the sun, as he’d imagined. He didn’t experience the urge to close his eyes or look away.

Context: Futuristic setting. Character has been approached by militant police force with augmented peeper-scanners, apparently. This is pretty old, but it was an interesting find for me when I searched the word!

He gives a Mona Lisa smile and says, “It’s better this way, isn’t it?” He cleansed his dialect of its Smoky Mountain flavor long ago, about the time he burned the prints off his fingertips.

Context: Shiloh don't got no fingerprintz

Ruck Ward does not have the premonition the barmaid has, but he feels the phantom burn of their eyes on him. Maybe his time has come.

Context: Gee whillikers I sure like to burn people with other people's eyeballs. (Classic old west saloon scene.)

DROWN

Context: Trick has a really fucked up dream while in the hospital after getting creamed by a Miata.

A merry-go-round. He was the only one riding. Mountain lions with their faces frozen in idiotic rictuses bounded around him, paws stretched out, backs saddled, impaled by swirled poles. 

Trick reached down and tangled his fingers in the mane under him. He imagined a speckled horse, broad back between his legs, clown music fragmented by splintering bone.

He dropped his head, chin against his collarbone, blinking to clear the chaotic swimming of his vision. His hands were full of orangey hair. He turned them over, gripping it in wads. Bore his thighs against the saddle, let blood drip from his nostril into the carroty frizz. His brain was full of grinding bone; it drowned out everything else.

His hands drooped apart, revealing a human neck. A silky dress with a lacy rim. The silhouette of a bitchin’ mullet below him. Under his saddle, the frame of an impossibly tiny man hunched over underneath him, poked through with the glitzy gold pole.

Trick woke up thrashing, and narrowly avoided kicking the nurse assigned to him in the jaw.

SUFFOCATE

Context AND !!!CONTENT WARNING!!!: Oh no, this one's fucked up too! Shady has turned into a werewolf and is eating his sister in the root cellar while their older brother guards the door. No one should read this, honestly; I don't even know what kind of content warning to slap on it. It's a family of deranged, deeply isolated moonshiners in the 1920s.

She says, “Oh, Shady,” a little louder. Argent is aware of something else — something quaking his chest like a winter thunderstorm. Deafeningly silent, suffocating. And his sister is saying, “Oh, Shady,” and her voice is growing higher and louder, the words coming closer together before they wrench apart into a scream every bit as animal as a bobcat’s cry out in the woods. The hand that’s not gripping the shotgun dives into his pants and he shudders the door from the outside as the screams intensify then gargle and sputter into silence.

CHOKE

Context: Shiloh has a poem written for him read aloud to him and thinks deranged thoughts about it idk every single one of these words has brought forth such unhinged writing snippets y'all please don't stop liking me lmfao

Not in a hundred years would he have thought he would receive poetry; that he would be anybody’s muse. And maybe that wasn’t exactly what was going on, but it was the way he chose to look at it. And, and! maybe it was about Shiloh stabbing him, and fucking him, and devouring his heart, but that was their love language. Not so much these days, thankfully, but that was how it all started. He still felt desperate to sink his teeth in deeper. He'd love to carve initials on his heart, or just choke it down and lock it inside himself. Hold it for him; keep it safe and coyote-temperature until the end.

Taglist:

@albatris @capnmachete @harmonic-melodii @illarian-rambling @michellekarnold

@nathaniel-zellos

@sableglass

@saturnine-saturneight

Your words are:

SHINE, DELICATE, TEETH, SCREAM

Also I know some of y'all have already done this one! Please feel free to ignore, or do it again with the new words. ❤

[ginevranights]

clown music intensifies

[nougat-rockrozma]

*circus music intensifies* (not my video)

Rain World Art Month Day 15: D.L.L./B.L.L.

heyyyy guess whoes working on other rw stuff and realised today is DLL day?

anyways tried to follow a bright colour palette between pebs and the DLL/BLL so the DLL/BLL doesn’t truly match the mod lol 

it looked so fucking funny and sounded so fucking funny and you WILL die to it

credits to Vigaro for the Clown Long Legs (with music) Rain World mod!

[themovieblogonline]

Terrifier 3 Review: Art the Clown Returns with Gory Holiday Carnage

The third installment in Damien Leone’s Terrifier franchise, Terrifier 3, arrives with all the gore, shocks, and tension fans of the series have come to expect—but this time with a Christmas twist. Taking place during the festive season, the film offers a grisly juxtaposition of holiday cheer and supernatural horror, with Art the Clown (David Howard Thornton) continuing his spree of grotesque and inventive kills. However, this time, he’s not alone; he’s joined by a possessed Victoria Heyes (Samantha Scaffidi), making the stakes even higher for returning protagonist Sienna Shaw (Lauren LaVera). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wp9zbGI-kMc&t=14s Christmas setting: One of the standout aspects of Terrifier 3 is the way it uses Christmas to intensify the horror. Leone cleverly contrasts the warm, cozy aesthetic of the holiday season with cold-blooded violence. The decorations, festive music, and general spirit of joy create a chilling dissonance when paired with Art's gruesome rampages. Early on, viewers are treated to a harrowing opening sequence in which a family is massacred in their home—a moment that sets the tone for the rest of the film. The Christmas setting serves as more than just a backdrop; it becomes an essential part of the movie's unsettling vibe, with the audience constantly reminded of the fragile boundary between innocence and terror. Lauren LaVera is the heart and soul: Lauren LaVera shines once again as Sienna Shaw, offering a grounded and emotional performance that serves as a counterbalance to the film's supernatural chaos. In Terrifier 3, Sienna is recovering from the traumatic events of the previous film and trying to rebuild her life. Her relationship with her younger brother, Jonathan (Elliot Fullam), is particularly compelling as the two siblings struggle to reconnect. Jonathan, now in college and attempting to move forward, mirrors Sienna's emotional struggle, though his distance adds to her feelings of isolation. Leone smartly develops Sienna’s character further in this sequel, as her internal battle becomes just as intense as the physical one she must wage against Art and Victoria. She’s still haunted by the deaths of her friends and the traumatic events of the Miles County Massacre, which are brought back to the forefront when Art the Clown re-emerges in her life. The film delves deeper into her psyche, exploring the scars—both literal and metaphorical—that she carries from the past. Art is nastier than ever: David Howard Thornton’s portrayal of Art the Clown continues to be the centerpiece of the franchise. Thornton expertly balances the character’s silent menace with his exaggerated, almost slapstick-like mannerisms, which make Art both terrifying and strangely mesmerizing to watch. Terrifier 3 raises the stakes by pairing him with Victoria Heyes, whose possession brings an even darker, more supernatural edge to the story. Scaffidi’s Victoria is deeply unnerving, with her connection to Art making her a formidable and unpredictable antagonist. Art’s kills, as in the previous films, are brutal and unrelenting, with Leone pushing the limits of practical effects to craft grotesque set pieces that are both shocking and creative. There’s a particular standout sequence at a local shopping mall that stands out as being particularly crazy. The use of Christmas iconography—like Santa hats, gift boxes, and holiday décor—adds an ironic layer to the carnage, showcasing Leone’s ability to blend horror with absurdity. Victoria's role: Victoria’s presence amplifies the supernatural elements in the story, as her possession of a new body and connection to Art through demonic forces bring a fresh layer to the narrative. This dynamic makes the film feel even more chaotic and unpredictable, as Art is no longer the sole force of evil. The concept of angels and demons, touched upon through Sienna and Jonathan's research into Victoria’s rebirth, adds a mythological twist that enriches the story. Practical effects: One thing Terrifier 3 certainly does not shy away from is its gruesome practical effects. From the opening family massacre to the mall sequence and beyond, the film’s commitment to showcasing extreme violence is unwavering. Fans of the franchise will not be disappointed in the blood-soaked mayhem that ensues, though the intensity may be overwhelming for casual viewers or the faint of heart. Leone once again proves his expertise in creating unsettlingly detailed gore effects that feel disturbingly real. This attention to detail in the practical effects department is what has set this franchise apart from other modern slasher films. In Terrifier 3, the kill scenes are as inventive as ever—whether it’s Art testing his new weapons on unfortunate victims or Victoria’s demonic influence leading to even more grotesque deaths. Art's mythology: What makes Terrifier 3 stand out from its predecessors is the way it expands the mythology surrounding Art the Clown and his connection to the supernatural. The film explores the idea of demonic rebirth, with Victoria as Art’s vessel, as well as the possibility of Sienna being part of a greater cosmic battle between good and evil. The film’s exploration of Sienna’s dream sequences gives the story a mythical and almost heroic quality. This contrasts sharply with the grim, grounded violence that Art brings, creating an interesting balance between the real and the supernatural. Pacing issues: While Terrifier 3 delivers on many fronts, there are moments where the pacing falters, particularly in the middle portion of the film. Some of the scenes at the university, involving Jonathan’s interactions with his friends, feel a bit drawn out, and the tension dips slightly during these moments. Additionally, the film’s reliance on dream sequences—while visually striking—occasionally interrupts the momentum of the narrative. Overall: Terrifier 3 successfully raises the bar for holiday-themed horror, offering a terrifying blend of Christmas cheer and supernatural slasher mayhem. With its inventive kills, expanded mythology, and strong performances—particularly from Lauren LaVera and David Howard Thornton—the film cements itself as a worthy sequel in the Terrifier franchise. While it stumbles occasionally in pacing, the overall experience is a chilling and thrilling journey that fans of the genre will undoubtedly enjoy. This Christmas, Art the Clown is back, and he’s deadlier than ever. Read the full article