#my sad little clown

[selchielesbian]

living with a teenager…guilting me with custom emojis

[saewokhrisz]

take your place in the stage of your mind

a performance for only you to see

[elsecrytt]

masochist gojo. gojo who's in love with pain, so much that it feels like pleasure, he can barely distinguish between the two anymore.

gojo who's so starved for touch. who's had an infinite space between himself and the whole world for so long, for so many years, every day in and day out.

gojo who's survived off glancing presses when a barista hands him a coffee, the rare hug from his students (who are mostly orphans) that he can't bring himself to decline.

gojo who craves more but can't bring himself to accept it except in fleeting moments with strangers or students.

his hands that long to be held. he wants it so bad that he teases a cursed spirit, laces his fingers with its own, right before he utterly crushes the being in battle, untouchable all over again.

gojo whose skin is hungry for someone else's. he hasn't felt the warmth of a hand in his own in so long. not since - since his youth.

gojo who sometimes wishes he could get hit. who sees the impact of curse techniques on his infinity and feels a wild, strange desire for them to go straight through and strike him.

he imagines it, vividly, being impaled by a long spear (inverted spear) that goes straight through him. how it would lance his flesh so cleanly.

being struck so hard, across the face, in the stomach, enough to knock the wind out of him.

enough to feel it with his whole body.

gojo who wants to be touched so bad he doesn't even care if it hurts anymore. infinity couldn't protect him from geto's betrayal.

gojo who keeps infinity up not because he doesn't want to get hit, but because he's terrified of what he might do when it happens.

gojo who got hard whenever geto sparred with him. he still doesn't know if it was because of geto, or because he had no infinity back then, no way to block the strikes.

he dreams of his youth. bruises littering his pale, pretty form like kisses, proof that he was human, there, that there was someone who could reach him.

dark purple things that turned pretty colors as they healed. he remembers pressing into them, relishing the hurt, feeling like he was getting hit (touched, reached, connected) all over again.

nothing ever touches him again. not like that. not like anything.

he never feels it. he never feels anything.

satoru gojo who wants, so very very badly, to feel something.

pain is a choice for him, always a choice. he alone has the privilege of deciding whether or not anything can touch him.

he could try to let more strangers touch him. one night stands, discreet arrangements. he had a pretty face and a body to match. there was no shortage of willing partners.

he lets them touch him, lets them hurt him. lets them drool over his body and use it at their leisure. they tell him he's beautiful, and he believes them.

white hair, blue eyes, sprawled out with a lean, unmarred body full of bare flesh for them to bite and scratch and bruise. he finds people who will do it, do it hard, fuck him up until he's lost entirely in the feeling of being touched, having someone against him, with him, above him.

it makes him feel like a piece of meat. it makes him feel good.

or he thinks it does, anyways.

sometimes, when he's gone particularly long without sleep, when his partner has gone particularly hard, he gets a real rush.

heart racing out of his chest. a cold sweat that overwhelms him. breaths coming in labored gasps. he can heal himself, he's physically fine, so this must all be in his head.

he acknowledges that information, distantly, like it's not happening to him. it doesn't help.

it feels like part of his body has been ripped away from him, something vital and important, and it's about to get up and run away.

always, always, it happens when his partner is no longer touching him. when he lays alone in the sheets, by his own volition, because of course these partners are not meant to be attachments.

love is not a privilege, though, not for the strongest sorcerer. it's a curse.

it's the only curse which infinity cannot protect him from.

so gojo stays untouchable. distant.

but the hunger doesn't go away. never.

he likes to imagine that suguru swallowed this one last curse before he died. something sweet and bitter, like losses at the arcade, sunny days at the beach, walking together with shoko, nanami, haibara.

but even suguru couldn't have absorbed this curse. it's in his bones, deep, longing and wanting even after he's dead and gone.

gojo is hungry. he is so, so hungry. and he has nothing to eat that will not leave him just as empty as before.

touch-starved. love-starved. pain-craving.

if someone could hurt him then it wouldn't matter that he was terrified of attachment. they could latch onto him, into his heart, under his skin. bury themselves in his chest like they belonged.

they could kill a hundred and twelve people and it wouldn't matter, because he wouldn't be able to kill them.

gojo is hungry, so hungry.

please feed him.

[danielsarmand]

ONE PIECE (2023—) 1.02 | THE MAN IN THE STRAW HAT

[mushramoo]

made a sad little clown boy

[sockeyesidequest]

Hello! Here’s a silly little thing I made of my OC. Oka but clown version. I really love the clown aesthetic lately and kind of always but never really explored it so I thought “what the hell” and messed around a bit. Really enjoyed working on this, isn’t he the cutest? 🥺

[rainbowcolored7]

I think we as a fandom forget how silly Benson is. The way he talks to Randy as they drive around? His inflections and physicality when he speaks? Benson is just a sweet little boy full of repressed trauma trying to bury his darkness with loud redirection. He walked the outer world with vigilant observation and silliness and kept his darkness to himself.

[deathbyclown]

“Why do you do this? You always rub people the wrong way. Have you no self-preservation?” Mihawk dabbed at the wounds on Buggy’s face, moving the icepack to the bump on his head.

Buggy just looked up at him pitifully, his eyes puffed so much they were nearly shut.

Mihawk let out a little sigh through his nose and continued his work. Silently he cleaned Buggy’s wounds, moving the icepack around as he moved along Buggy’s face. Buggy whimpered and cried nearly the entire time, but didn’t say a word. Mihawk brushed the hair out of Buggy’s face and he leaned into the touch, sighing.

A twinge of regret ran through him but disappeared quickly. Buggy is a pirate. He shouldn’t be in this game if he can’t handle a beating.

But Mihawk didn’t stop petting his hair, greasy with sweat around his scalp, but soft and light as he trailed his fingers through the long locks. Buggy relaxed into his lap, the back of his head pressed against his thighs, the rest of his body elsewhere as his head sat in the chair with Mihawk.

“Is it so bad?” Buggy whispered, words thick and slurred from his fat lip, his mouth still oozing blood.

Mihawk looked down at him, his hand stilling in his hair.

“Why is it wrong to want to find the One Piece? Isn’t that every pirate’s dream? Why am I being punished for it?” Buggy’s voice trembled, rough with pain and emotion, tears welling in his eyes.

Mihawk crossed his arms, and dropped his chin slightly with a heavy sigh. Buggy didn’t even look at him, just continued to wallow in his self pity, letting tears stream down his cheeks, into his fresh bandages.

“Not all pirates desire the One Piece. Some of us have other goals, ones that cannot be achieved without turning to piracy.” Mihawk paused, one hand returning to Buggy’s hair, drawing his attention. “Besides, finding the One Piece won’t be easy. There are tougher enemies than Crocodile or myself out there. If you can’t handle us, what makes you think you can handle a deadlier foe?” Mihawk stared down at Buggy, his eyes flashing, filled with fire.

Buggy took in his words, his lips stuck in a perpetual pout. He glanced back up at Mihawk, his brows furrowed.

“Are you testing me?” Buggy asked quietly, his eyes searching Mihawk’s.

“We’re not your bodyguards, Buggy. We’re your allies. If we pursue the One Piece as an alliance, each part needs to be as strong as last…otherwise we’ll break.”

They sat in silence, lost in thought. Mihawk finished patching up Buggy a while ago. He shouldn’t stick around too long.

Mihawk grabbed Buggy’s head, standing and replacing Buggy in the vacated seat. He took his leave, letting Buggy be alone in the room. Hopefully the clown would chew on his words.

Mihawk hesitated in the doorway, his back to Buggy. He looked over his shoulder, his golden eye gleaming.

“Prove yourself to us, Buggy, if you’re serious about the One Piece.”

And with that he left. He had no desire to pursue the One Piece, but Buggy’s passion…it makes him want to see what the clown could do…

[spineless-lobster]

Orpheus hadesgame voted time magazine’s worst court jester of the millennia

“He kinda just sits there and cries” sources say

[ihearnocomplaints]

me if uhhhh me if you uh if you reblog my art and give me love and attention

[wonderwall-dreaming]

I made a long-winded post about this yesterday which you can read here but here is a better look at Eddie’s name on the memorial in Hawkins.

I don't know why this is being treated as a spoiler because we know he died, I guess it’s just confirmation that despite what a lot of people thought, myself included, he won’t come back.

As I said yesterday, I’m not surprised that a dead character will remain dead. I’m just disappointed and still annoyed over his character arc two years later.

Do I think we’ll see him in Season 5? Yeah, I do, but now we know for certain that it’ll be in a flashback or a Vecna induced hallucination to torture Dustin. So, yeah, I’m not thrilled about that.

I’d also put money on Dustin’s arc for Season 5 mostly being about trying to clear Eddie’s name and getting him back until he realizes he can’t which means Eddie just died to give Dustin something to do for another season and that in itself is annoying.

Anyway, I didn’t mean for this to turn into a rant. I already did that yesterday.

A better look at the memorial

[oddtripps]

“All nightmares start as dreams,

All love starts as a scheme,

. . .

So wake me up

I’m tired of sleeping ”

He’s so sad face emoji dreary face emoji wtf

I’ll update the punishland!au once I get another stupid baby puter because my old one was hanging on by a thread lmao.

Poor doods been through hell with this stupid little clump!!!!

Wants 2 go back home. :((

[fleeglefazbeagle]

🎶I don't want to hear you lie....🎶/lyr/ref

[cl0wn-f1sh]

This is one of my miserable clown ocs I’ll try post a better drawing of them later :3

(Also their pupils are supposed to be two different sizes)

[huxianposts]

I know what you are...

ATTACHED

[thebananaiscold]

I drew @xxsweetoothxx ‘s oc Levi Green (Clown version)

I was trying really hard to figure out a good background for him, but I couldn’t think of anything (within my drawing abilities) that would really fit him and his vibe. Grey seemed liked a good color to begin with given that he’s a little sad man, and Grey is often a color associated with sadness.

I’ve never tried to make hair shiny before. Was originally gonna leave it flat colored, but it didn’t look good. Not the best job, but I’m proud of it.