#sad clown opera

[arrapso]

Irene Adler: Masquerade Outfit / Casual Outfit

[widevibratobitch]

so... about that last weekend...

did going to the opera with @girlscarpia and @verdiesque fix me or did it make me worse? guess we're all gonna find out soon <33

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

hi op @callmebliss here’s the explanation

meet canio

aka pagliaccio

aka sad clown

he’s the hero main character of ruggero leoncavallo’s 1892 opera pagliacci

so he’s just vibin and doin sad clown shit

and also low key threatening his wife nedda

but then he finds out that nedda’s been having an affair

so he becomes Very Sad

and he sings this famous aria about being sad and being a clown (more or less)

and a famous quote from this aria is ���ridi, pagliaccio!” (“laugh, pagliaccio!”), which in the above recording is at 1:59

so yeah

that’s the context

also he ends up murdering nedda and her lover for realsies during a show it’s opera what did you expect a happy ending

have fun op <3

I will not buy the sad clown painting I will NOT—

[tropicalfreckles]

Thinking of those people that swap White Diamond and Pink Diamond aus that also swapped their style senses.

Instead of a jester/clown looking gem like Pink was, think it would be funny if White would be like a mime lmao.

[galindathropps]

re: brendon urie’s voice and recent career

comparing apples to apples (recent recordings), he really sounds solidly good on the greatest showman: reimagined soundtrack. there’s some of that richness that made him a star in the first place. but most importantly, the song is in normal lyric tenor range!!!! 

compare with sad clown on VLV. this weird screamo track just hurts the ears and pushes him into a range that doesn’t work for his voice. it starts high and gets higher and higher, straining his voice and our patiences.

babes you don’t have operatic training and this is actively hurting your voice.

[hotvintagepoll]

Joe Roberts (The Goat, Three Ages, Our Hospitality)—6’3” with a handlebar mustache that would impress the mightiest walrus, joe brown shows up in several buster keaton shorts, usually as the Big scrungle to match buster’s Little scrungle. 12:32-16:19 has some scrungle reaction shots and some good chase scene'ing [link], which feels important for weird guys to do for their enrichment.

Harpo Marx (Night at the Opera, Night in Casablanca, Duck Soup)—While Groucho is better-known, Harpo's physical comedy is SECOND-TO-NONE. The man is a strange mime trapped in the paradigm of early 20th century movies. Every move is a symphony and simultaneously a colony of rats in a human skin suit. LISTEN. You MUST see this man in motion. Every still photo of him looks like a combination of a sad clown and a different, sadder clown, but it's only because he put so much joy in every motion.

This is round 1 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you're confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Harpo Marx:

Harpo is mute in all of the Marx Bros movies and so his body language and facial expressions are SO over the top but he's also got fewer braincells than a goldfish while often being the emotional heart of the Marx Bros and he's just A Guy!!

Every scene with Harpo Marx is a treat! Just like watching a seagull steal a stranger's hotdog at the beach, it is a joy to watch him frustrate the hell out of all the other films' characters! Harpo Marx is the zenith of unhinged in all of his appearances, making any other funny man a straight man by comparison. (A fantastic feat considering he starred in films with his brothers Grouch and Harpo, who sported a shoe polish mustache and questionable Italian accent, respectively). The scrungliness of the little guys he plays come from his guileless, wide-eyed expression, curly blond wig, and the extreme ability to annoy others, despite never saying a word. Is he malicious? Most definitely, but hard to tell because he has a dopey grin on his face most of the time. Communicating through other sounds like honking horns and whistling, he is a force of chaos in every Marx brothers film! Also an accomplished harp player, the beautiful calm moments where Harpo plays juxtapose the zany, making him all the more scrungly. His visual style of comedy is timeless; Duck Soup had me rolling with laughter as a six year old and is still just as funny today. ///

In my opinion Harpo is the funniest of the Marx brothers because he is so good at slapstick comedy. Since he never speaks in his film appearances his performances are very physical, which contributes a lot to his scrungliness. He was fully committed to being wacky at all times. All of his hilarity is based on him being weird.

He's like if a clown was a hobo was also somehow a classically trained harpist, his face is always in some kind of contorted silly shape, feral curly haired ninnymuggins always doing weird things to people  

He's just a weird little guy who causes chaos everywhere he goes, and then sits down and plays a beautiful harp solo! He steals the show from his very chatty brothers without saying a word, and was surprisingly ripped under that old raincoat

All of the Marx Brothers are Scrungly to a degree, but Harpo is the scrungliest! His outfits are so big he gets lost in them, his pockets are full of everything, and because he never speaks, he always uses physical comedy. Also he's an incredible musician.

Joe Roberts:

[heppileppi]

Temperance. Enjoy your clown facts:

Pierrot is a character from commedia dell’arte, a form of theatre that started waaayyyy back in the 16th century. It featured several recurring characters that filled different archetypes.

Pierrot was most often characterized wearing all white with white face makeup. He is mostly known nowadays for being the origin of the sad clown trope. He was melancholy and often desperately in love with Columbine, but his love was always unrequited.

He was also the clown played by the main character in Pagliacci, the sad clown opera (“Laugh, Clown, at your broken love! Laugh at the grief that poisons your heart!”).

Pierrot is my favorite. He has fanart going back to the renaissance era, and I’m proud to be continuing this fine and time-weathered tradition.

[j0kers-light]

how would j react if reader was in a coma.... i read "just one check" (i think that was the name of the one about the bank robbery and reader getting shot?)

and i kinda want to see him feel sad and guilty. maybe readers in a coma for a week or two. i feel like j would be upset seeing her laying in a hospital bed with tons of iv's coming out of her. or and im not sure how he'd react to her being weak and confused when she wakes up. and you don’t have to write it if it’s too sad/dark 🫶 i just kinda love hospital soap operas so i thought of this 😂

His Lighthouse: Say Something (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Say Something - Oneshot

Hey hi anon!!! 🖤✨

Phew this was an old request! I'm slowly getting back on schedule! Its never too dark of a request for me to write anon! I looooooooove dark content lol 🤭That being said, let's get into it! You requested sad and guilty Joker visiting bedside, you got it! It’s giving soap ops, like One Life to Live, vibes! I penned this on high off of period hormones and during the Super Bowl so buckle up and grab a tissue box! Joker is gonna be in his feels!! (and so was I)

Love you anon! Also, here’s the song inspo! 🖤✨

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This was his fault. He deserved to be the one suffering not you.  

You did nothing in this life to warrant such a fate. Joker felt sick to his stomach being in your presence but at the same time, staying by your side was his penance. 

Even in a coma, Joker could argue that your beauty remained. Your colored skin, normally so rich and smooth, now gave off a mythical aura against the white hospital sheets. Your countenance was like an elfin or fae. All in all, you gave sleeping beauty a run for her title.  

Nurses and doctors bustled in one after the other to check your vitals as you slept on. Joker paid no mind. He was far too distracted by the constant beeping in your room. Everything was so loud; it quickly became a sensory overload. He flagged down a terrified nurse and demanded that she turn them off.  

“I... I can’t sir. Y/n needs them to survive.” That’s when Joker realized just how grave your injuries were.  

She took the time to point out each machine you were hooked up to and its function. Joker lost count after ten.  

He felt so small surrounded by all this tech. He knew nothing at all. For once, Joker had to trust someone to help him. He’d do anything to keep you alive and well. He already failed half of that promise, there was no more room for error. 

He wanted to grab ahold of your hand, but it looked so fragile lying on the hospital bed. Your nails were still manicured in your f/c and shape however your skin was pulled taunt so that three different IV lines could puncture your arm. The doctors had turned you into a pin cushion and Joker could only hope that you recovered from this. 

He had nothing but time to guilt trip himself into a downward spiral. He didn’t rescue you fast enough and this was the consequence.  

His enemies knew killing you would destroy the Prince of Crime once and for all and they nearly succeeded. Joker almost didn’t recognize you when he found you.  

Frost and the others assumed the worst, but they miraculously found a pulse and that was their cue to rush you to the nearest hospital. Joker didn’t care about the fallout— he walked straight through the front door with you in his arms, clown makeup and all.  

His sudden appearance caused panic, and no one dared to help until Dr. Sarai and her personal team arrived and wheeled you into an OR. Joker was then ushered into a safe room. He expected the staff to call Batman or the police, but they never did.  

He never understood why.  

Sarai broke it down plainly. “We don’t judge here. You didn’t see the desperation on yo’ face when ya brought Y/n in. How could we rip you away when it's obvious ya need to be ‘ere with her?” 

She guided Joker to a VIP room where he and his goons could visit freely without raising any suspicions. It was then Joker saw you for the first time all patched up. It was a shock to see how badly he failed at keeping you safe. Why did you of all people have to suffer like this?  

If he could transfer your pain to him, he’d do it in a heartbeat to rid you of this misery. For now, all he could do was watch over you helplessly. 

He grew to appreciate the steady beeps and hisses that filled your room. Each sound reported in real time that you were still alive. You were fighting to stay with him and he hoped you were giving it your all.  

Joker was still learning to love. If he lost you then he would never try again, for no one deserved to have his heart after you cherished it so. It belonged to you and you alone. You were the best warden in this prison called love and he never wanted to escape. He was just too addicted. 

An unexpected shrill noise brought him out of his thoughts. A crash team rushed through the sliding doors and carefully pushed him back.  

He didn’t have the time to be offended, “What’s going on?!” What were they doing to you? 

No one answered him as they talked amongst themselves; he didn’t understand a single word of their medical jargon, but he did catch, “Call a code!”  

He had seen enough tv dramas to know what that meant. A doctor voiced the trademark “clear!”, and everyone threw up their hands as he shocked you with paddles. The obnoxious beeping continued and then it hit Joker. 

The most important machine of them all. Your heart monitor. Joker memorized the rhythmic rises and falls as you breathed in your sleep. He could listen to your heart for the rest of his life. You were unable to talk but your heart spoke volumes.  

And now it was screaming out for help.  

“We’re losing her. We gotta get her into an OR.”  

It all happened so fast. One minute you were comatose in your room, the next they were pushing your bed down the hall into surgery. All that was left was the snake-like cords from the many machines you were previously hooked to. Joker was left in your room at a loss. 

It was far too quiet with you and your life’s music gone.  

Sarai found Joker still sitting in the bedside chair hours later. It didn’t appear that he moved an inch. The clown was mute, staring at the mess of cords on the floor. Sarai glanced at them briefly before clearing her throat.  

“Her lung collapsed again. We’ve managed to stabilize her but I gotta stress. It’s lookin’ like a temporary fix.” She flinched at the haunting green eyes staring at her. 

“WhaT. Does. That. Mean?” 

Great, he was already going through the stages of denial. How could she put this mildly? “It means... Y/n might not survive this.”  

He flung a rolling cart that was left behind into the wall. Its loud crash made Sarai jump. Somehow she remained composed. Joker wasn’t mad at her but at the situation. She had to keep that in mind with what would come next.  

He stormed over to her and growled, “Do not ever imply my Light might...” Joker’s throat closed up mid-sentence. He refused to say it aloud. “Y/n will be fine. She’s stronger than you think.” He noted.  

“I get that but let's face the facts. They moved her to the ICU so she could be on a ventilator.” 

“Great another machine.” Joker sighed.  

“That machine is breathing for her, Joker. If she loses any more oxygen to her brain, she’ll be a vegetable. No shocks or surgeries can fix dat.” Sarai waited until Joker locked eyes with her to drop the bomb. “She’ll be brain dead.” 

All was quiet as her words sank in. Joker didn’t expect forever with you, although he originally hoped for a few years at best. Time was never a given when this relationship first began.  

Joker was a wanted criminal and you, a famous citizen. It wasn’t destined to work out but the two of you made time. Living in the moment on borrowed time was enough, you were happy with J but now that happiness was being ripped away. 

He couldn’t think straight. The possibility of you dying hadn’t registered before but it became clear now. If only he been with you—kept you safe, then you would have never been abducted.  

This was all his fault.  

“I wanna see her.” He mumbled. Maybe seeing you again would help him make the right choice. At the most it would curb his sense of helplessness. Sitting around was doing nothing for his nerves.   

Sarai nodded and handed Joker a nurse uniform. “Y/n is on a different floor. Change into this 'n follow me.”  

He worn a similar outfit like this long ago so the disguise wasn’t an issue. It gave Joker access to walk alongside Dr. Sarai onto the ICU floor. There was a completely different atmosphere coming off the elevators. The dread was palpable and clung to his clothes.  

Joker could smell death that lingered in the air. He knew the smell all too well given his profession and it made his heart drop to his stomach, catching a whiff of it when he opened your door.  

You were knocking on death’s door and the cruel man was inviting you in.  

Joker pulled down his hospital mask and slowly crept towards your side. In the few hours he’d seen you last; you took a turn for the worse. 

It was going on two weeks that you been in the hospital, all of which you spent in a coma. There were countless surgeries and consultations and yet your health seemed to decline not improve. Maybe Sarai was right. He should probably entertain reality as painful as it will be.  

Joker came to a stop near your bedside to stare at your frail form. He knew from just one glance that you couldn’t survive for much longer. This wasn’t his Bunny anymore. All the light was sucked out of you and made you so small.  

“I’ll give ya some privacy.” Sarai said as she stepped out. She knew Joker needed to be alone with his grief. 

There couldn’t be any witnesses to what he was about to say.  

Pleading for someone to stay alive was such a foreign concept to him. Usually for him, it was the other way around, however Joker always found himself doing the unthinkable whenever it pertained to you.  

J cleared his throat before he began his dire plea.  

“Hey uh it’s meeee, Y/n. I dunno if you can hear me but I uhh.. Geez, I don’t know what to do without ya here. What I’d kill to have those pretty eyes of yours lookin’ my way. To hear your laugh. T-To feel your warm touch on mine..” Joker exhaled and looked up at the ceiling.  

He refused to cry. He did not cry yet a drop or two fell anyhow. If you were awake. the scene unfolding would be jaw dropping.  

Joker was a ruthless man with a matching reputation. None of that mattered as he spoke from the heart. 

“Uh, if you’re tired, t-that's okay, Y/n. Say the word and... d__n it, I’ll let ya go, okay?! I’ll swallow my pride. I can.. I can say goodbye when its time, but you gotta work with me doll. Give me a sign you’re ready and I’ll listen. But until then please... Fight. Stay alive.. stay w-with me, Y/n.” 

Joker choked up and backed away, suddenly unable to breathe.  

His hands were shaking and there was a ringing in his ears. J thought he was hearing one of your machines going off but your vitals were the same, sluggish but constant.  

It was just a panic attack that had him all discombobulated. You were okay (for now), but he was far from it.  

Why did he think you would hear him at his most vulnerable moment?   

This was nothing like the numerous tv show dramas where a heartfelt speech would instantly make the sick patient wake up. He was stupid for getting his hopes up and beyond weak for shedding tears for this. He got himself back under control and made himself comfortable on the room’s guest bed.  

He had to just hope that you would be okay. That’s all he could do.  

Funny how a week ago he couldn’t stand the noise your monitors made. But now? The slow beeps of your heart were his lullaby. 

The staccato pitfalls of your imminent demise roused him awake. Another team of personnel burst through the door, each one working on autopilot to get you back stable.  

You were crashing again. Another code. A shame that this became your version of normal.  

Could it be your lungs failing again or did Joker’s nightmare finally come true? Was this the sign he asked for last night? Was this your way of saying you were giving up? He honestly didn’t know.  

“No pulse! Charging to one hundred sixty joules!”  

Joker sat in the corner, resigning himself to this fate. That familiar bitter smell cloaked your room. You weren’t coming back after this.  

More beeping, more calls for procedures and useless equipment. There was so much commotion, he was forced to drown it all out in order to think straight.  

By no means was Joker a religious man yet in that moment, he closed his eyes and prayed to any high power who would listen.  

‘Please don’t take her from me. I thought I could let her go. I can’t. I just can’t.’  

Their attempts at keeping you alive went on and on for what seemed like forever until someone brave enough walked over to Joker’s hunched form to deliver the news.  

He appeared to be mumbling to himself, but she couldn’t be for certain. It made for a weird sight.  

“Um sir? We need your permission to..”  

So it was happening whether he was ready or not. So much for prayers. Joker wondered why he even bothered.  

He knew what they were asking for, yet he couldn’t help being bitter in his reply. “To whaT?” He snapped.  

The female nurse jumped at the frosty tone, “T-To pull the... um. We’ll give you some time alone.”  

She nodded at the others and in seconds the room was empty, save for you and Joker.  

Joker went to sleep fearing this moment would come. He thought he would have more time to prepare. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye, yet Fate was oh so cruel.  

The brief time that J spent with you skirted across his memory. He would never forget your eyes the first time he saw you. So bright and expressive. Your bravery and wit blew him away and your deep scars from your past humbled him. Joker had never met someone so resilient. You lived up to your nickname. 

You were his Light; always and forever.  

He would never forget your voice; how it felt in the hushed early mornings and intimate late nights, or your whimsical mind inspiring him to greatness. You changed him for the better in a fraction of a year.  

There were just too many memories to recap as he shuffled over to your body.  

Only a few vital machines were keeping you between life and death and they strained to complete their assigned workload. Even to the end, you were stubbornly fighting but it wasn’t enough to sustain you. 

Joker gently smoothed your hair back from your face. “M’sorry Y/n. I gotta let you go.” He rested his forehead against yours.  

You managed the unthinkable. You made The Joker cry.  

There was no time for theatrics, Joker spoke boldly and true.  

“You’re the only woman I’ll love. I will never choose another, I swear. I am so sorry that I couldn’t get to you. Please, Y/n. I’ll do anything just please.. don’t go.”  

For so many years Joker refused to be weak— he had a reputation to uphold, a symbol to represent; all of that meant nothing if you were gone. He would be nothing but a broken shell of a man.  

Joker cried as if his tears could bring you back.  

At first, he almost missed it. Maybe he was hallucinating in his time of grief— but then it happened again. 

A slight twitch. Coma patients didn’t move unless… 

J was pretty insane (he had papers to prove it) so he questioned if this was all a trick of his mind. Before he got his hopes up, he needed to be sure this was actually happening.  

And so you have him a sign.   

The back of your eyelids moved. The heart monitor picked up a sudden spike in activity.  

He felt your hand jerk. He saw your chest rise and fall. Joker felt as if he could breathe air again. He wasn’t crazy! This was actually happening! His life regained its purpose as more and more signs were recorded on your systems.  

And finally, the cusp of the performance; An explosion of alerts. Your heart was now beating too fast, the ventilator automatically turning off to let your lung take over.  

Joker couldn’t scream loud enough. “NURSE!” He mashed the call button as you struggled to wake fully. “C’mon Bunny, that’s it! Look. At. Me!”  

Two weeks he went without gazing into your gorgeous eyes. He could happily drown in them if only you would grace him with the sight. He didn’t have to wait much longer.  

Your colored eyes immediately met Joker’s expectant gaze. “Welcome back, my Light.” 

[vengeancevixen]

He is AMAZING!!!!!! ❤️

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Rotterdam 

[yandere-daydreams]

The iruma mafia au truly has no business going as hard as it did, but i am living for it anyway! My crops are well watered with this quality content, i am chef kissing forever

honestly i really thought it would just be a chapter-long oneshot that basically just swaps out demons for mobsters, but i really am delight that it's just. a very fleshed out alterative universe with its own timeline and narrative conventions. the art is surprisingly great considering how the og series generally looks, and i'm kind of touched by just how much love it shows to the characters (clara's intro especially, just bc she has the potential to be a very grating character, and the writer deciding to go full sad-orphan-circus-clown was an extremely good call). everybody looks great and is still very in-character, and although i'm not finished with it yet, i have collected more opera screencaps for prosperity. i love them but their usual butler get-up is genuinely so atrocious. it's nice to see them a little fancy for once.

[gothy-froggy]

Buggy as a cat headcanons

Hey! This is a huge inspiration from a tumblr post by d1ner! I made a small drawing before this post! (Got lazy to add the makeup and finish the ears lmao)

Warnings: very adorable, slight angst, Buggy being a little menace

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Appearance

Buggy is a fluffy cat. So fluffy he’s called the fluffer. He’s so soft too. He still has his nose because let’s be real, is it really Buggy the clown without his iconic nose? Right, didn’t this so.

His fur color is the shade of his hair as a human. And as for his patterns, Buggy has the clown makeup on his face. But the bones are on his back. He has the flash eyelashes as fur patterns as well. Just a cute little blue clown cat with an adorable big red clown nose! I like to believe Buggy has cute little white socks on his paws.

As for eyes, I’m debating whether or not his eyes should be blue or a darker color. Buggy would be very cute with some dark brown eyes just staring at you, begging for food or some pets. But I can also see some shade of blue that’s different from the fur and turns blue & green at times.

Behavior

He’s just a very touch starved and talkative version of my cat. Literally just my cat Eli. Very mischievous and loves to play around. By playing around, I mean he hides under table and beds just to sprint out, pounce on your legs and bites as hard as he can before quickly going back to his hiding place.

Yes, that is what my cat does.

Buggy is a complicated, unpredictable and sneaky cat. Despite his bright colors, you somehow miss him all the time. He slips into doors he’s not supposed to be in, letting you hold him before biting your hand as hard as he can, so many things.

He’s such a troublemaker but he’s just too cute to fully get mad at him. He gets breaks something that means a lot to you, but he’s so cute that you just pick him up and tell him it’s ok and that’s he’s your cute little clown baby.

He pretends that he doesn’t like head pats and ruffles, but Buggy will put his paws on his human’s hand and forces it back down. And if his human walks away from their cuddling section, he’s very pouty and upset. He will throw up a hairball because you left him. He will. Don’t test him.

Very easily jealous. There’s a cat coming up to his human? He’s hissing and starting fights. A dog small or big? Big or small? Don’t care. He’s jumping up and smacking them right in the face. Then he rubs up on his owner and licks his human. Buggy definitely uses his ability to get a few hits on the animal he’s jealous of.

Likes

Buggy is one of those cats that enjoy the (fake) skin routine care with his human. He loves baths as well. Just not sea water. Don’t hurt the poor clown kitty! Buggy jumps in the bathtub and swims around while his human is bathing.

You know that one cat that holds a really long meow for food? That’s Buggy. He’s holding that meow like he’s singing for an opera. He wants his food! He’s making trip with how close he is near your feet.

Please give him his treats. He’s giving you such cute eyes…please give the clown kitty treats. Give him extra! So what if he terrorizes you all the time? He’s so cute!

Dislikes

Don’t ignore him. Don’t you dare ignore him. Keep your eyes on him. Buggy wants all of your attention. You’re taking care of him, just give him a bit more attention, please?

Oh you’re giving your attention to someone else? HOW DARE YOU? Fine! Why not just keep the thing that has your attention as a pet instead? He’s dragging himself around the house, stomping his paws around. He’s upset. Buggy deserves ALL of your attention, dammit!

What’s this? YOU’RE LEAVING HIM ALONE IN A ROOM? ALL BY HIMSELF? Oh he’s just like my cat. Buggy is yelling SO much. He ain’t stopping either. He needs to be with you 24/7. Buggy is meowing nonstop for hours.

He doesn’t like it when you stop being all cuddly and sweet with him after he acts like he hates it. He’s sad and he head butts his human for more. He will lay on top of you and force you to pet him. He’ll purposefully scratches things while staring into your soul because you won’t pet him.

Zoomies

He’s a goddamn gremlin. Buggy is stomping around, running so fast while his tail is between his legs. He’s making noises like a race car while jumping, flipping in the air, circling on carpet and sliding on hardwood.

The slightest movement from you will make him run and jump straight at you. He’s insane during zoomies. Best to leave a bunch of toys out and keep a water gun with sea salt to shoot him with as you try to stay in a Buggy-free room. Trust me, it’s for your own safety and sanity.

(We have water guns for my cat as well. He does exactly this but the race car nosies)

How he met his human

Buggy was abandoned. He was filthy and left on the streets to live or die. It was a rainy evening as the sun was about to start setting. Buggy was at the edge of the sidewalk as the rain was hitting his head. He wasn’t annoyed by it, but he looked so sad and looked like he was about to cry.

Then a human looked at him, trying to get closer and started talking to him. Out of fear, he ran and hid under between garbage cans. When the human followed him, he hissed. He was scared, only just a little baby kitty.

When the human left, he went back to just watching the rain, trying to stay warm. But then the human came back. Buggy arched his cat and started to hiss…until he was the food in the human’s hand.

After some hesitation, he started to eat the food. He was pretty hungry. Buggy struggled to eat the food a little bit since he was so small. Eventually he trusted the human enough to let them pick him up.

“Aren’t you a strange kitty?” Buggy just stared at the human, letting out a cute little meow, melting the human’s heart instantly. He was cold, shivering and still hungry.

Once at the human’s house, they fed him and took him into a bathroom to clean him off. He was pretty dirty. Being wrapped up in a towel, he kept meowing, staring at the human. Them baby talking him and pressing a little kiss on his nose, he started to warm up a little bit more.

He explored his new house, loving the fireplace and the heat that came from the fire. Buggy meowed loudly and ran up his human’s leg when they showed him his clean red striped bandanna, putting it back on.

(He also loves dress up)

Buggy grew very close, but now is very clingy and hates being left alone with the fear of abandonment still affects him. He doesn’t want to left alone again. Even though he’s been with the human for a long time, the abandonment is still there.

But one night by the fireplace with a cozy blanket in his human’s lap, his human rubs his face. And Buggy realizes that he really has found his human and no longer has to worry about being left behind, closing his eyes and falling to sleep.

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A cute little headcanon for my dear friend @raven-the-cryptid <3

[kindheart525]

Do you have any really silly mane six headcanons

Twilight Sparkle once smoked weed during her equivalent of college and to this day is terrified that Celestia will find out (Celestia already knows)

Twilight has very little knowledge of memes and her friends frequently have to explain new slang to her before she causes political scandals (“no Twilight ‘kys’ does not mean ‘keep yourself safe’”)

Much like a real horse, Twilight often falls asleep standing up during her late-night stress & study sessions. Spike has had to wake her up and tell her to go to bed numerous times

Twilight was that kid who reminded her teachers there was homework when they forgot. Her classmates didn’t really like her for that

Her love life is very…active lol, including when she’s in a stable and committed relationship (like active within that relationship not as a serial cheater). She loves learning new techniques if you catch my drift

Fluttershy is surprisingly confident when she’s attracted to someone, and when she’s in a committed relationship she has a lot of fun facts about animal mating patterns to share with them for…no particular reason

Unlike Twilight, Flutters is surprisingly well-versed in memes because she’s learned a lot from Discord (and also Treehugger). She doesn’t really understand the humor in all of them but she’s aware of them

(In a universe where FlutterCord is canon) She had to absolutely fight for her life in the Mane 6 meetups when she told her friends she was dating/crushing on him

Daring Do eventually loses popularity, partly because so many of her books involve actual artifact theft and social attitudes have changed, and partly because ponies just moved on to newer book series. Rainbow Dash still remains her biggest die-hard fan even when she looks pathetic doing so

Rainbow Dash acts like a big baby every time Tank hibernates for the rest of her life (he outlives her) but after the first few years it’s kind of silly

This isn’t an idea I came up with but I really like all the jokes about RD writing really bad fanfiction, and it’s a headcanon I subscribe to

(Mostly a joke because I do ship her with mares outside of my next gens) Rainbow Dash is straight but has a lot of mares asking her out because of her mane, and it’s hard to get stallions because they also think she’s gay. She also has a hard time relating to her friends who all like mares

RD doesn’t take good care of her hooves because she flies all the time and forgets to trim them due to not walking very much. Because of this, they look funky and overgrown and her friends kind of clown on her for it

When she’s older, Rainbow Dash wrecks some of her joints trying to do stunts that she did when she was younger (like carrying her “little” sister). She has the worst midlife crisis out of all her friends

When Rarity was a filly, she used to create the most elaborate and dramatic plotlines with her dolls that easily measured up to any soap opera, with betrayals, love triangles, custody battles, the whole works

She enjoys listening to soul-crushingly sad music (like Marina’s discography) during her ice cream-crying sessions, in the process roleplaying a life much more dysfunctional than she has because it helps her cope with her actual problems. Also listens to that music in a good mood if she needs to be inspired for a certain fashion piece

She overstocks her supplies to a sometimes comical extent, like she has 400 refills for her bedazzler machine. How does she have room for all that stuff? A lady never reveals her secrets, darling✨

Applejack loves singing country songs like “Thank God I’m A Country Colt” and “International Harvester” at the top of her lungs, they literally never fail to get her hyped up

(In a human context, ignoring Equestria Girls) it took her awhile to learn that Apple Bloom had TikTok and other social media accounts because she only uses Facebook on her clunky home computer

AJ is incapable of enjoying any kind of sitcom because she’s always poking holes in the plot. Her least favorite storylines are the “caught in a lie” and general miscommunication tropes

She also can’t watch well-written, dramatic tv shows either if any of the characters behave dishonestly (such as Breaking Bad)

Pinkie and Cheese once performed “Amish Paradise” for her parents and sisters (even in universes where they aren’t a couple). Reactions were VERY mixed

Also some of my “how they explain the birds and the bees to their kids” headcanons for my next gens are pretty funny

Fluttershy is really good at explaining the whole life cycle (including reproduction and death) because taking care of so many animals means she’s seen it all. Nothing squicks her out anymore. She explains things matter-of-factly but gently as she guides her little ones through various examples involving her animals.

Twilight would do a good job and be comfortable with it but she would also go overboard, giving a college-level lecture about the full reproductive process when her 10 year old daughter only wanted to know what going into heat meant. Twi’s partner calls Fluttershy in to help for the kid’s sake.

Rarity buys her daughter the pony equivalent of those Care & Keeping of You books (and her son gets the male equivalent of those books). She uses those books to bond with her kids over “becoming a mare/stallion.”

Applejack is very overprotective of Apple Bloom and probably procrastinated on giving her “the talk” only to find out that AB already learned from the other CMC (especially Scoot “left completely unsupervised 24/7” aloo /hj). A similar deal would probably happen with her own kids as well unless her partner is better about it. Even though, years before, Granny Smith was very straight with AJ like “ya wanna know how our new batch of chicks was made?”

Pinkie isn’t uncomfortable with the talk at all, except her explanation gets so convoluted and off topic that her kids go off to ask someone else.

Rainbow Dash says “go ask your father”

[misaqtx]

can opera get their church,lemon pepper steppers, pastor's, erm actually, clown, looney toon ahh shoes off the screen pls😭

Wheres yourr headdd attt🔥🔥🔥

im so sad they died wasnt even a chapter in 😞💔💔(i lied)

[flappy-tambourine]

The Pierrot Clown

In my humble (and correct) opinion Pierrot clowns are by far the most elegant clown. Of course such a clown would be my favorite. All the way from the ruffles to the pom poms they have a theme, and they sick to it. The perriot in such a distinguish breed, unique in its simple and sad appearance.

For a fancy clown they are extremely loyal, unlike other fancies such as mines and opera clowns who have a tendency of running off if given the chance. Pierrots also preferring gifts and gestures over physical touch. They are great when living alone. They provide fantastic companionship, even when you can’t see them you can always feel them watching so you never feel alone.

[trilobiter]

The other day I was listening to some old Broadway soundtracks (think Rodgers and Hammerstein old), and I got to thinking again about where the line is, exactly, between what we call "musical theater" and what we call "opera."

If it's just a matter of form, then my assessment is that this venn diagram is very nearly a circle. On both sides you have sets, costumes, singing while acting. Musicals are more likely to have spoken dialogue between the songs, but there are plenty of sung-through musicals, and many operas have spoken dialogue too. Musicals do tend to be built around the popular song structures of their time, whereas operas are strongly associated with European-style "art music." However, many operas also include songs with folk and popular forms, and many musicals (especially older ones) have great big overtures and other musical flourishes that are positively operatic. Most of the most well-known operas are sung in Italian/French/German, but surely most people know that English language operas exist.

It seems as though the strongest basis for dividing musical theater from opera is the stylistic basis - musicals mostly sound like popular music, operas sound like "art music," whatever that means. Some people think the whole musical theater experience is dorky, but showtunes are at least broadly legible to everybody - you can probably sing along, even if you don't particularly want to.

Opera, on the other hand, has a reputation among the masses as being incomprehensible, because it's either too old-fashioned or (if it isn't literally over a century old) too avant garde. The language barrier plays into it too, no matter again that some operas are in English or that subtitles are widely available in this day and age, even in live performance. There's a prevailing sense that the average person in an opera house would find most of the show goes over their head - as if you need a degree in music theory or a Swiss bank account to understand why the clown is sad that his wife is unfaithful.

But the thing is, crossovers are possible and they do happen. Sweeney Todd has been staged by opera companies multiple times. Porgy and Bess has been recorded over and over by popular singers and musicians. The only thing that really keeps these two worlds separate is mystique, or "vibes" - which is to say, nothing that is real.

What I'm saying is that all you musical theater nerds need to start getting into opera too. Everything you like about musicals is in opera. Opera is full of blorbos or whatever. Everybody's always bursting into song and losing their minds doing things they can never take back. It's extremely gif-able.

[zombiequeenblog]

I love (Evil) Cardinal Copia, and anything relating to Ghost. I write on ao3 (mostly dark smut, please mind the tags), including the

Cardinal Copia: A Sadistic and Glorious Bastard series, which is probably the most popular of my humble works (I try to tag things related as #sadglo). Please enjoy! (But note that this series is heavy on themes of rape, sadism, masochism, and violence. NOT SAFE OR SANE. A sort of extremely dark gothic romance, explicit, and not based in reality.)

Further stories in the sadglo universe concerning the Cardinal and his Mouse:

So Bold, So Sweet - dark somno fic

Meant To Be Yours - lighter little hurt/comfort flash fic

Errand Day - a little slice of life inspired by a kissing prompt

Where It Hurts - another little kissing prompt

Secret in the Dark - a little glimpse of the Cardinal and his Mouse

Phone Call - the Cardinal receives distressing news

The Haunting - a little sadglo prequel

The Nightmare - a brief account of the Cardinal's day

Terzo's side quests in the sadglo universe:

Cocky and Coddled - Cardinal Terzo welcomes a new Sister of Sin to the abbey

The Sisters' Delight - Papa III is honoured to take a Sister for her First Time

Gentlest Hearts Will Soonest Bloom - Papa III enjoys one of his Sisters in a sweet tryst

Devilish Creatures - Papa III partakes in a threesome with two of his dear Sisters

A Sin To Pay For Sin - Papa III cares for one of his Sisters and shares a story from his past (sickfic, no smut)

Secondo's side quests in the sadglo universe:

Fevered Love - Papa II is cared for by a Sister of Sin

Extreme Unction - Papa II cares for a Sister of Sin

Nihil and Imperator's side quest in the sadglo universe:

Omnis Caelestis - Sister Imperator shares a Sister of Sin with Papa Nihil in a threesome where she runs the show (obviously)

There are also several fics relating to Ghost which are not a part of the sadglo universe, as well as a couple works from other fandoms on my ao3:

The Noviciate - Cardinal Copia has you stay after class to receive your birthday gift, whether you'd like it or not

Candelabra Copia - crack fic, I have no words

Between the Anvil and the Hammer - pretend that Cardinal Copia and Papa IV are separate, different people, having a threesome with a Sister of Sin they both admire greatly

A Cardinal Mark - 19th century pirate au bodice-ripper novella, seems to be quite popular and I am so grateful!

Vessels of the Arms of Hell - crack fic? monster fucking? tentacle porn? Cardinal Copia on ice (should have been an x-files episode)

Papaver Somniferum - Terzo, best read without spoilers, search the tags if you're concerned

The Morning Star - Papas III and IV rape a maiden in a satanic ceremony

Shine - short and not-so-sweet evil Terzo

The Promise - Papa IV catches you sneaking in well past curfew

The Sadness - hurt/comfort fic with Papa IV

Clowning Around - crack treated seriously (Clown Copia)

My first Baldur's Gate 3 fic, featuring Raphael because I love him:

Faustian Fyreflies - the debonair cambion takes you out to the opera in hopes of securing your soul, will you sign it over?