#Is it clowning hours again?

[moonlightfoxs-cantina]

Might've changed my theme in honor of rep TV coming out soon 😶

[pepurika]

watch out everyone, he's opening his mouth again, in the newest tiger, tiger page!

[heartorbit]

revstar emu save me

[pianokantzart]

I just beat Doctor Mario 64 and I thought that the secret shadowy final boss was going to be Bowser or something But no it's a hideous clown demon from the Wario Land series???

[drinkingteainthedark]

[ID: An image made on a website where users can make their own Star Rail Texts, featuring Dan Heng in Blade's dms. It reads:

"Please baby I'm sorry"

(2 unread messages)

"My beautiful princess with a disorder"

"Talk to me." End ID]

Post Jingliu's quest

[djevelbl]

Currently watching Clown's LifeSteal Season 3 shenanigans — what did ash mean by "communism wins"????

[pinktoastedbread]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLOWN!!

I'm sorry for being fashionably late! Please enjoy this squishy faced Wally eating (or just holding) a cake made for you!!

Thank you soooo much for everything @partycoffin i'm hoping for more fun and so much MUCH happiness to come!! (I apologize for my bad english, it's not my first language!)

[theinnermechanismsofmymindtdp]

I’ve always found it super interesting that when Callum is encased in stone in the opening he doesn’t shed a tear, unlike Viren in the opening or Avizandum in the show.

Avizandum and Viren both have significant regrets. Avizandum fears for his mate and his egg as well as the fate of Xadia. While we know he reveled in squashing the ants (humans) I can’t help but think he genuinely was concerned for Xadia and the impact humans invading could have on the land. Ultimately of course, he reaches for Zym, the newly laid egg, and Zubeia…his family, before he is turned to stone.

Viren on the other hand is without a kingdom (a king) and frankly without a true lease on life. He has 30 days to live and must free Aaravos, the reviled Startouch elf, to extend his life.

So why does Viren cry a single tear before he is encased in stone, while Callum does not?

Because one will have great regret when they fully realize they have fallen into Aaravos’s hands, and one will not.

We see clearly from s5 that Viren is repentant and regretful about his actions and the path he has set Claudia on. My guess from the teaser is that he will try to appeal to Ezran to save his daughter from Aaravos, but unbeknownst to him, Callum and Rayla have set off with Aaravos’s prison. By this point it is out of Ezran’s hands on what to do.

Meanwhile we have Callum who is bursting with self-doubt, and untold resentment and love for Rayla. But as we see in the teaser (*cough* screencap where Callum touches Rayla’s chin *cough*) there clearly will be a reckoning between Callum and Rayla regarding their relationship. This leads me to believe that not only will Callum reconcile with Rayla but that he’ll also reconcile the situation with Rayla’s parenteral figures by freeing them from the coins. (Personally I’m a huge fam of Callum using dark magic to do so but its still very possible he’ll utilize the quasar diamonds/corona to do so.) All this to say, once Callum succumbs to Aaravos’s control, he will have no regrets. For whatever reason, he will think those close to him, whether Ezran, Rayla or Amaya, are in good hands and that regardless of his absence will be fine without him.

[foxedfriend]

9-1-1 || 7x04

here before buddie canon!! 😜😜

(🤡🤡🤡)

also currently listening to bad omens by 5sos and that exactly describes how i feel about this.

[bibleofficial]

i’ve been up like 3hrs & 2/3 of each hour has been me shitting & suffering like

[scary-grace]

obviously I cherish each and every Ao3 comment but I’d be lying if I said that the ones that go “is there more of this” and nothing else really piss me off

[thebigshipper]

This is one of the most heart wretching videos I've ever watched. There's so many parallels to get us clowns going but enough funny parts sprinkled throughout to have your emotions in a rollercoaster

[cornerstoreclown]

I want Art to destroy everyone who's hurt me

Anon you gave me inspiration.

A short ficlet with gender neutral reader venting to Art about people who have treated them badly. And Art... Well, he’s more than happy to oblige the readers request. No warnings listed. Lightly proofread, forgive any errors. 

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Not everyone out there in the world has good intentions, you’ve learned through experience and trauma. 

Art is one of those people who have zero good intentions, but you’ve been blessed that he’s on your side. You’ve told him plenty of times about the people in your life that made it miserable, and he wasn’t one of them. You’ve vented to him before about it, and he’s listened diligently while sharpening his weapons, giving nods of acknowledgement in the past as he takes his time working on the new set of instruments to cause misery and pain among his upcoming and unwitting victims. He knew their names. He knew where you encountered them often if they were faces you would see regularly. For those you were most unfamiliar with and were merely hurtful in passing, he took note of where it last happened. His memory is as sharp as any blade. He’s a predator first and foremost. 

Art’s been the only one who has looked out for you in the way that no one else has. He’s your protector. Your guardian. He’s farthest from an angel, but to you, he might as well have been.  You don’t know why, but you don’t question it. 

You remember the night that you busted into his lair in the middle of the night, crying your eyes out until they were red and trails of snot were running down your face. You looked hideous as grief rippled throughout your body. When you pressed your head into his chest and sobbed, he let you. He stood there firm, a pillar of strength. You’re strong, but even the strongest have the days that they need to break down. Art’s embrace is warm as he runs his hand through your hair and rubs the space on your back between your shoulder blades. 

He smelled like iron tonight. Like blood, but no sight of crimson on him tonight to be found. 

Your sobs were ugly and raw, shaking your frame as you let all the anguish leave your frail mortal form. You know you’re getting snot and tears on his clown outfit, but mucus in particular didn’t bother him at all. That was probably one of the least disgusting things he usually comes in contact with. 

“I just want them to go away.” You told him, after explaining what happened through hiccups. “I want them to hurt like how they hurt me.” 

Whoever hurt you, whether it be family, friends, coworkers, teachers–none of them would stand a chance. Not anymore. After crying and crying and crying until you couldn’t squeeze anymore tears out of your eyes, you let fatigue be the calm that washed over you as you stood there in silence, in Art’s arms, speaking to him initially muffled as you kept yourself against his chest, until you pulled away just enough to look at him. 

His gaze was locked onto you, and it’s like he’s piercing through your soul in a way that his knives never could. You saw it, and it was subtle. A glint in his eye. One that you knew too well of what it meant, like an unspoken way of acknowledgement.

He’d take care of it for you. 

Anything for you. 

Anything to indulge in his insidious nature, while he was at it. 

For now, he was focused on you, letting you get out all your feelings until he’s able to break the ice with some humor, whether it be through making faces or squishing your own face and then lifting the corner of your lips up until it’s a smile. You finally relented and let happiness in, having laughed and sniffled your last few sad sniffles.

He’d send you off after he lifted your spirits up just enough to where you could get back home and tuck yourself in bed for the night and fall asleep with a somewhat clear mind. 

Your mind would be significantly clearer than last night when you turned on the news in the morning and saw the face of someone you recognized–someone you knew at least well enough to associate with unpleasant feelings. 

He had a list, and he was plucking them off one by one. 

All for you.

[ziipzeepzop-eez]

gyis i had two energy drinks (celsius) today and i uh i don't really think i was supposed to do that gurgrhhgh

[empressofmankind]

I always like this stage of painting.

The very first stage, where its just soft blocks of colour, mapping out hue balance before I start ramping shading. It looks dreamy and fragile. And often, I think about stopping right here.

Because none of this will be visible in the end, except as small highlights. Noticed only when they'd be absent.

Because after this, every other stage is a hot mess until I arrive at the final one and it suddenly comes together.

If I arrive at the final one.

[belovedcarrion]

My Canary

I loosely based the jester's design on canaries and parakeets as I really wanted the bird cage association to come through (hence the feathered pattern and his collar acting as a plumage!)

Honestly, I'm really pleased with how he turned out!

Timelapse under the cut!