#it me clownfishie

[clownfishie]

nb boy in a skirt I repeat agender twinkbutch in a skirt

[clownfishie]

I once tweeted from my alt acc called "get high and," where every tweet finishes that sentence, to "lay down backwards in your bed," as I had just done so and experienced said novelty and fun. And then I didn't move from there for the rest of the night or until the next day as the last little bite of my unknowably strong homemade edible had gone bad I guess and sent me to the fucking shadow realm

U guys should try putting your pillow at the other end of your bed and sleeping down there for a night. For the novelty. It's fun. Sound of the summer

[clownfishie]

o yea I changed my hair , is it giving the trashboi skunk loser raccoon vibes I was looking for

[maopll]

If you were a kind of clown fish. What kind of clown fish would you be?

finding nemo fish let's go

is the finding nemo fish the orange clownfish ?

[clownfishie]

no but really. does anyone wanna pay me $100 for a drawing. say, a tattoo design. $150 flash sheet.

[clownfishie]

*killing u with my beams* teeheehee !

*kicks my feet playfully whilst lying on my front and lining up my sniper rifle*

[arathergrimreaper]

If you were a kind of clown fish, what kind of clown fish would you be?

Either a tomato or a Darwin Black Ocellaris! I only know the Finding Nemo kind so I had to look them up, but they defs would be the types of clownfishies that'd suit me.

[floydleechrp]

Floyd I hate your dad - not howl i prommy

you n me both, Not-Clownfishie

[clownfishie]

everyone has a body, and a body is not inherently sexual. from a young age we should all have an awareness and a healthy understanding of our bodies— rather than shame or fear.

we need to free the nipple so bad im so serious we should be so far past the point where girl children are told they have to keep their shirt on while their brothers and cousins get to run around shirtless or women shamed for breastfeeding or trans men needing top surgery to go outside shirtless without getting judged at best and arrested at worst or girls getting taken out of class for not wearing a bra like this should be a priority

[twstinginthewind]

It's not an OC thing, but I need to know what it's like for Joker to play the Pocky game with Floyd.

Pocky day is for OC x Canon pairs, too!

Floyd held the little red box high over his head, letting it dip down just enough to give Joker some hope as she scrambled to try to get it back from him. "Come on, Clownfishie! You can get them, hahahaha!"

Joker reached and jumped, trying to climb up onto him without being entirely undignified. "You don't even know what they're for, Floyd! Lemme have them back!" she squeaked, hooking a hand onto the tall boy's elbow, and failing to tug it downward. "Oof! Why'd you have to be so gosh darn tall, anyway?"

"The better to teeeeeease you with." He grinned, flashing sharp teeth at her. She really was awfully cute, he thought. Her bright hairbow was knocked askew against disheveled curls during her struggles, and her cheeks were pink with equal parts exertion and embarrassment. He giggled as Joker scrunched up her face in frustration, red-painted lips in a cute little pout. "Don't give up. You're almost there!"

Joker exhaled sharply through her nose as she slung an arm over his shoulder and tried to pull herself upwards. "You're not making this easy, are you?"

"Nope!" Floyd wrapped his other arm around Joker's waist, pinning her against him. "I might have to give you a penalty squeeze for asking a reeeeally silly question, too," he added.

"Gah~!" Joker gasped as she had some of the wind squeezed out of her. "No fair," she panted. "I just wanted to play a kissing game with you—oop!" Floyd hoisted her up to his eye level, his half-lidded eyes full of amusement.

"You didn't say it was a kissing game, Clownfishie." He rubbed the tip of his nose against hers.

"You never gave me a chance to say so!" Joker tried to stomp, but her feet dangled just above the floor, and she clung fast to Floyd's shoulders.

"That's fair." Floyd tossed the Pocky box onto the couch, and put his other arm around her, keeping Joker pressed against his chest. "But let's be real. You don't need to add anything extra into the mix to get a kiss from me."

Joker looked longingly over at the box, and then back at Floyd. She shrugged. "I guess I can always teach you that another time."

"And that means we can make out now, with nothin' in the way?" Floyd grinned.

"If you insist," Joker said, reaching up to tousle his already-messy hair.

"Good." He giggled again. "But next time, bring a different flavor. Maybe strawberry or choconana. They're more fun than the plain chocolate."

Joker's jaw dropped open. "Wait, you already knew about the game?"

"Yup! I only want kisses in flavors I like. Got it, Clownfishie?" He squeezed her close to him again, and they both dissolved into laughter.

[thesunshineriptide]

The Heartless Wizard - Book Four

Chapter One - The Newest Student

Characters: Howl, Floyd, Azul, Jade, Ambrose

Cw// original characters, original story. Set between Azul and Jamil’s overblots (hence why it’s considered in my timeline to be book four), written like a transcript of the game rather than a book so I can pump it out faster

[A Black Carriage tumbles across the cobblestones, carrying a black coffin inside. The horses hooves clack against the cobblestone as it approaches. Inside lays the newest student of Night Raven College.]

Azul: Is everyone properly dressed? Floyd?

Floyd: Why’re you lookin’ at me?

Azul: …I believe you know why.

Floyd: (sighs) Yeah, yeah. I’m dressed.

Azul: Howl? Are you?

Howl: Hey- Y’know what, fair. Yes, I’m dressed. I like the feel of the robes.

Azul: Noted.

Azul: Now, everyone, we’re welcoming a new student to our school. It is of the upmost importance that we put our best foot forward and give an excellent first impression.

Octavinelle Students: Yes, sir!

Howl: yeah, wooo, go team.

Jade: Fufufu, could you have given a less energetic reaction, I wonder?

Howl: Yes, I can, allow me to demonstrate.

Howl:

Jade: Ah. Yes. The reaction of nothing at all. And why do you seem in such a dower mood?

Howl: I mean…

Howl: Hmm. Never mind. I’m tired, is all.

Jade: Perhaps you should try sleeping at night, rather than sneaking out for walks with the Diasomnia Housewarden?

Howl: You’re just jealous cause I didn’t invite you.

Jade: Fufufu, what an interesting thought.

Floyd: Hey! Stop hogging the clownfish, they promised to hide some snacks for me in their robes.

Jade: Oya? So when Azul asked if you were properly dressed…

Howl: He never said I couldn’t add some pieces. Besides, it’s not visible.

Jade: I suppose you are right about that. Ah, regardless, be careful not to let your hand slip. We’ve arrived.

[The Mirror Chamber]

[Held aloft in the air is the black coffin of the new student, glowing and humming softly in the light. Other dorms have entered the room already, sitting in designated sections. Azul leads his students to theirs, and has them sit. Howl and Floyd are separated, with a stern look between them.]

Azul: Neither of you are to cause a commotion this time, is that understood?

Floyd: Promise!

Howl: Yeah, got it. I’ll try my best.

[Azul takes a seat, leaving Howl to slip Floyd a snack before moving to their own. He gives a grateful smirk before sliding it up his own sleeve.]

The Dark Mirror: Those who wield the powers of darkness, I summon you!

[The coffin is unlocked, and the shape of a student is unveiled. He is dressed in ceremonial robes, and the coffin slowly ascends to the ground. He steps out, smiling wide.]

Crowley: Ah, welcome to Night Raven College, Mr. Scrap. I trust the journey in the black carriage was pleasant?

New Boy: It was, thank you, Headmage. I suppose we shouldn’t keep everyone waiting, should we?

[Howl, across the room, looks pale, and scowls]

The Dark Mirror: State your name.

New Boy: Ambrose Scrap.

The Dark Mirror: Ambrose Scrap…hmm…

The Dark Mirror: The Nature of your soul is…

The Dark Mirror: Pomefiore!

[Ambrose smiles and gives a bow as the students politely clap. Howl, in the back, doesn’t clap.]

[On the way back from the assembly, students are abuzz with the news]

Floyd: Eh? Clownfishie, what’s got you all frowny-faced?

Howl: It….it’s nothing. That new student just seems really familiar to me��

Floyd: Oh?

[Floyd and Howl stop walking.]

Howl: Grk! Floyd! We’re-

Floyd: Stop frowning, you’re no fun when you’re all mopey.

Howl: I could say the same about you.

Floyd: Eh~? What was that?

Howl: I’m in for a squeezing, aren’t I?

Floyd: You’re such a smart cookie. Now c’mere… you don’t want it to hurt too bad, right?

[clownfishie]

people always seem impressed when I tell them I've been bullet journaling for over 5 years pretty much straight— because they think I mean perfectly clean and aesthetically pleasing barely functional bullet journaling. My response is always that it's because the best part of it is setting up the space however I want, and without worrying about how it looks to anyone else, cause it's not for them, it's a tool for me and a way to work with my ADHD. Putting pressure on it both makes it harder to wanna do and worse on the ADHD; my main goal with it is not to put that pressure there, and just make something kinda shitty but perfectly functional for my own brain. Cause that's the best way to make that happen. If you need a page to scribble notes before organizing it into a list, well you always have another fresh page.

And okay yes, I'm an artist and enjoy making it look fun and colorful, though it's really still just scribbles and rectangles. sometimes I break up my weekly layouts with pages of drawings, or notes, poetry, longer lists— which I can do, cause I always have the space. Plus I liked that it got me to do something vaguely artsy every day, and that's actually why I started; to get me to write things down, use my hands. And that still comes back to the fact that it doesn't matter what it looks like to anyone else, it's supposed to help you, not put pressure on you to make it look perfect. I've changed how I lay out my weeks a bunch of times, I've drawn the boxes the wrong size, I've almost run out of room for the whole word "Wednesday," I've written things down and scribbled them out, I've drawn check boxes that I ended up not checking that day. There's always the next week to set up, and things are easier when you just let yourself mess up. Mess up on purpose sometimes, even. My strongest artistic principle.

anyway have i done any bullet journaling this month? no. no space wasted on January. I'll be back in February and that's perfectly fine. New color scheme it'll be great

Still reeling from the realization that bullet journaling was essentially created to be a disability aid and got legit fuckin gentrified

[clownfishie]

really interesting stuff on fb marketplace lately

[askashengrotto]

Watchin' you simp for Clownfishie is really funny, y'know that?~

Nee~hehehe~ You almost remind me of Shrimpy when I'm teasin' her!~

I am not "simping" Floyd nor is any of this funny.

[floydleechrp]

FLOYD FLOY- AHHH HELP I JADE’S AFTER ME OH GOD JHFDAK XIIBCJjubxja iisuubs0972 haha, I kid. Jade would never do such a thing and I have nothing to worry about! False alarm, continue about your day :) - Howl.

Nee~ Jade!~ What're you doin' with Clownfishie's device??~ Hehehe, at least tell me what they diiiid!~ Now I just need to know!

[twstinginthewind]

[ UNCERTAIN ] for Clownfishie & Slick.

I love you prompts

Joker giggled to herself as she was guided out of the club meeting room, with Floyd's arm wrapped snugly around her waist. She let her head rest briefly against his shoulder until they had turned the corner, where they paused. She looked up at him, relishing the smug, lazy grin on his face. "Slick? You were absolutely flawless."

"This ain't hard at all. Sea Bream is gonna post alllllll about it online, and you already know Sea Otter's gonna be so excited about his friend's new 'boyfriend', he might even throw a party for us." He laughed, ruffling her hair before pulling his arm away from her waist. "I thought this was gonna be fun, and I was right. Maaaaan, Betta should have SAID acting was this much fun. I'd be doin' it too."

"So you think they bought it?" Joker quickly combed her fingers through her hair and adjusted her uniform jacket.

"Iunno. I gueeeeeeeeess." Floyd shrugged, shuffling a foot back and forth along the stone floor. "But pretendin' to be your main squeeze means I get to play with my Clownfish all up close and cuddly-like, and that's more fun than bein' polite."

"I'm glad you're enjoying it." She snickered. "Do it while you can, until we get the attention of our target. If this works, I'll have him confessing to me before we even know it."

"Been two weeks, and you keep sayin' that."

"Well? I'm hopeful." She looked up at Floyd, smiling. "You were right, though. This is a way better deal than Azul would have given me."

"All good, Clownfishie. It was hilarious seein' him throw a fit over losin' out on a contract, haha!!" He reached out and cupped her cheek with his hand. It was cooler and softer than she would have anticipated from him, knowing his rough-housing ways. "And I'm havin' fun with you."

"You are, huh?" she whispered. Joker couldn't take her eyes away from his face. She had seen a lot of different expressions from Floyd in the time she knew him, ranging from gleeful mayhem to pouty boredom to a glare that would blister the paint off the walls, but she hadn't seen him looking quite like this. His smile was almost gentle, and his eyes were warm; they crinkled a bit around the edges with a soft amusement. He bent down and kissed her on the cheek, and she swore the temperature around them suddenly snapped up ten degrees.

"Yeah." Floyd straightened up, running his knuckle along her jawline. "Besides, Clownfishie, maybe I might love ya."

"Ugh, get a room!" Joker winced at the familiar voice coming from behind her. She whirled around, red-faced, to see Ace, who was pretending to throw up on the wall.

"Grow up, Ace! Geez. Just because Floyd's got more game than you—"

"Whatcha gonna do about it, Crabby?" Floyd had gone from sweet to sour in the blink of an eye, and he cracked his knuckles menacingly while staring down the interloper. "You gonna give us your room?"

Ace sagged, not wanting to poke the unpredictable eel any further. "Ugh. You two keep doing your... whatever gross mushiness you're doing. I'll get outta here." He rolled his eyes, and continued on his way. "But I'm gonna tell folks you were bein' inappropro in the halls, Joker. Got more game than me? Psh." He muttered as he walked away.

Joker turned back towards Floyd, who had started laughing. She tilted her head. "That was close. Did you do all that for Ace's benefit? Sayin' all that sweet stuff?"

"Wha?" Floyd gave her a blank look.

"N-never mind. I'll walk with you back to the mirror chamber."