#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]

weeds, or chuck, or u can call me clownfishie, they/them, 24. Artist..musician... autistic punk... iSpy core, sleepy stoner animal,,,..

Commissions open for line tattoos (dm me), or pay what you want to leave me a doodle prompt, or just to tip me. venmo & cashapp.

[clownfishie]

*killing u with my beams* teeheehee !

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

[floydleechrp]

Floyd I hate your dad - not howl i prommy

you n me both, Not-Clownfishie

[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]

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

[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.

[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.

[clownfishie]

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

[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

[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!

[clownfishie]

really interesting stuff on fb marketplace lately

[clownfishie]

felt so fucking good to play my sax a little bit for the first time in 5+ years today. even if I did play like shit and get mold in my lungs..