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spacecircusofklowns · 11 hours ago
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My art vs artist of 2024!
Hi everyone 🧡💜🧡 I'm finally going to show myself x) I decided to try this challenge too))))
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purpleskkfosblog05 · 2 months ago
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Elvira and the Klowns sketch 😆
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choxlbun · 7 months ago
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More clown colour practice!
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And some miscellaneous sketches and attempts to draw the others!
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Then I got a request to draw Rudy eating a stick of deodorant (what are y'all on 😭😭)
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missboingohead · 4 months ago
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GOSH DARN FORGOT TO POST THIS DAYS AGOOOO😭😭
[!DO NOT REPOST MY ART, DO NOT CLAIM IT TO BE YOURS!]
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alohaitsjill · 7 months ago
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This walk is etched in my mind
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marsinthecorner · 8 months ago
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I think this is my final Klown Nightclub piece. Work got insane and took up a lot of my time, so this one took longer to finish. What would you do if you came across these three partying?😏
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klowntoon27 · 10 months ago
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Sassy Spikey Killer Klown B*tch And some spikey doodle 
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tawneybel · 2 years ago
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Request: “Killer clown from Outer space Buk/ka/ke.”
Imagine getting abducted by Klowns.
Slim, perfectly imitating Mike’s voice, announced you were to be cream-pied. The other Klowns giggled at your horrified expression.
You saw what happened to the security guard. Pied to the face, which by itself would’ve gotten them in trouble. If only you knew then what had happened to Sergeant Mooney. Somehow you were still convinced someone must be able to stop the invasion.
That poor guard, melted into a pile of goo. Clowns pelting acidic pies was so comically evil. You would’ve laughed if you were a member of the audience and not an eyewitness.
While Chubby carried your balloon into the Big Top, you glanced back to see Shorty plop an oversized cherry on the guard-turned-dessert. Were they leaving a meal for someone else? Did their home planet have giant cherry trees, their fruit used to fatten livestock?
If Debbie or I pop a balloon, someone’s getting cotton candied.
Klowns were hemophagic. It was hard to think of a scarier fate than being sucked dry by space aliens. The nightmarish funhouse setting would have delighted otherwise, coulrophile and carnival fan you were. Particularly the ride on a real clown car!
But you weren’t scheduled for exsanguination, or liquefaction, as you were about to learn.
There were so many balloons attached to the ceiling of the cocoon chamber. All different colors and patterns. It was difficult to tell how many other Earth women got captured.
The thought of Klowns conquering other worlds made you quake.
Shorty left. As the sliding door shut, you couldn’t shake the notion he was gathering more Klowns to meet Debbie and you.
Bibbo waddled over to the control panel. Slim lifted your friend up to a spare ceiling nozzle. For a split second, you thought Debbie would be siphoned into the spaceship. Leaving a blood-stained, but otherwise empty, sac. Instead, her balloon was promptly vacuumed into place. Still a prison. Debbie pressed her hands against the latex, pleading pitifully.
Next to hers were two empty balloons. One white with faint blue marbling; the other pink, resembling blown gum. You’d have killed for a stick, if your mouth had been dry. But you were salivating. Which didn’t go unnoticed by Chubby.
He untied the cord, allowing you to slip into his arms. Naked. Your clothes had been sucked away by the balloon. You swallowed your excess spit, prompting him to run an over-sized finger across your lips. Both pairs, the lower much wetter than the upper.
It occurred to you the Klowns all seemed male. And were chuckling at you, save for Chubby, whose very crooked smile grew dangerously large.
“Is that a juggling pin in your pocket or are you just happy to see her?” Slim’s query reminded you of his earlier words.
You weren’t livestock. Not exactly. Breeding, you thought, I’m going to be used as breed-
But, as the rest released their sizable erections, you wondered if Klowns and Earthlings were even genetically compatible.
They might just stuff your holes, over and over again. For the rest of your life.
The rest of my life as an intergalactic sex-slave.
An image of you, guzzling cum, costumed in gaudy lingerie, pleasuring multiple Klowns at once, popped into your head. A juggling pin inserted in your snatch, keeping it gaped after being roughly used by uncaring-
Fuck!
The invaders had released their members in unison. They more or less resembled human penises. Powder white with pulsing veins corresponding to their individual “face paint.” The openings in their suits weren’t wide enough to give you a glimpse of their balls, though.
Keeping your legs together was a chore. ‘Specially ‘cause you wondered what they had in mind exactly. One at a time? All at once? Hands and mammaries could be employed if the need arose. Right then the Klowns were employing their hands… on themselves. Chubby’s large dick, dabbing itself against your legs. Eager to split you open.
Oh God, you thought as the Klowns advanced, I'm going to be stuffed like a clown car.
Chubby was suddenly behind you, crouching you forward, his hardness deciding to fondly rub between your thighs.
Without warning, Bibbo stuck his thumbs into your mouth, pulling it into a grotesque grin while the others howled with laughter. It was futile. Too bad you couldn’t just lie back and think of Bozo. Your lips formed an O, like one of those carnival games where the goal’s to shoot water until the clown’s balloon pops.
The Klowns hummed in approval. Well, now I’m the entertainment.
But you were expecting to be squirted into, not on.
No wonder Chubby hadn’t slipped into you from behind yet.
Synchronized circle jerk. How many them were turned-on the ride over? You were too afraid to notice their arousal.
Just as Chubby’s… chubby jerked between your thighs, coating you from belly to chin, the others aimed for your face and tits. Managing to absolutely inundate you with their warm semen. Most of it splattered your face, shoulders, and neck. Miraculously, none of it got in your eyes. Though your eyelids felt sticky. Much of it did land in your mouth.
Out of reflex, you swallowed. Chubby’s grip loosened. Klown seminal fluid. Sweet and thick. Much better than human male jizz. And you weren’t saturated in it. Not in the way you now really wanted to be, anyway.
Reaching back to find your clit, you wondered who scored the most points in your mouth. Probably Rudy, who stood directly in front of you. Slim reached out to poke your cheek. Then trace a clowny smile around your lips.
There were no mirrors. If there were any on the ship, they’d probably be funhouse mirrors. So you couldn’t see just how much they’d creamed. Chubby’s hands slid up your sides and you raised yourself, lifting your arms to allow him access to your tits. They, along with your pussy, were dripping. Your chest with their cum, your crevice with your own arousal.
You could have gone for one of those stout white fingers up there just then. Why weren’t they advancing?
Rudy pointed past you, exclaiming. Chubby turned around, made a pleased noise, and gestured to Bibbo and Slim.
Your clothing was still in the balloon. Why the Klowns were so interested in them was soon answered.
Rudy and Bibbo held up your pants, while Chubby rummaged through the pockets and Slim held up your panties. Laughing in triumph with Mike’s voice.
Not to be outdone, Chubby showed the others a box of condoms. You stood there, naked, as they cooed with delight and ripped it open.
Watching them pass the wrappers, you figured Klowns had short refractory periods. But no, after opening the wrappers, they just starting using the contraceptives to make balloon animals.
Before you could ask them if the rumors about aliens and probes were true, the sound of the door sliding open announced Shorty’s return. Along with members of the Killer Klown troupe you hadn’t met yet.
Debbie screamed.
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celticcatgirl2 · 7 months ago
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“Alright! Alright! Place your bets! Who’s gonna win? The cheap Son Wukong rip off or my buddy Supes!??”
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yoramkelmer · 2 years ago
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More pre-partition posters, yet again
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spacecircusofklowns · 3 months ago
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✨🤡!PROUD!🤡✨ Animatic on klowns from outer space
With the old klown design
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purpleskkfosblog05 · 2 months ago
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Finished!
This one was pretty fun to draw lol
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doctorslippery · 2 years ago
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fancyfade · 2 years ago
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You don't wear armor either lobo XD
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adventures of superman 464
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808-i-likie · 2 months ago
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🤡 🖤
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Killer Klowns From Outer Space (1988)
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marsinthecorner · 8 months ago
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Rudy is having a crisis: having a crush on two Klowns! Both Bibbo and Slim are oblivious of course lol. And poor Rudy hasn't had the best track record with relationships, he's often married to his work and so it can get in the way of a love life. Plus, he's had a rocky past with Spikey...
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