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kledface · 2 years

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Our house has no god, my youngest brother is in the other room singing the reeses puffs song in a deep and raspy voice and screaming while being chased by the next brother up, who is declaring that he ate reeses puffs this morning. I, haven't even seen reeces puffs in years.

The youngest had a costume clown knife and was arguing about how much reeces puffs he eats every day (3 bowls, with 2 boxes per bowl)

#reeces puffs #house #siblings #family #clown #knife #brothers #scream #screaming #funny #clown knife

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phemiec · 1 year

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I don’t think I ever posted my haunted clown knife doll

his name is Rusty O’Sharps and I bought him for 20 bucks from my barber who had him on a shelf behind a bunch of hair gel, neither he nor anyone else in the shop knew where he had come from, and apparently he just came with the building.

he is a good southern gentleman he is my friend he IS haunted but he is NOT cursed he is a very neutral ghost 🤡

#Shauna won’t let him in the house so I keep him at work #clown #haunted clown doll #knife clown #clown sculpture #my face #not my face but I want him in my selfie tag anyway lol

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morgombie · 3 months

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happy 2014 :3 new year, new creepypasta art!

#ill always love creepypasta #a friend and i were talking about it on a whim and i decided to draw our 2 favs #theyre besties now <3 #morgombies doodles #creepypasta #eyestrain #LJ #laughing jack #jeff the killer #bright colors #bright colors cw #bright colors tw #blood #knife #knife tw #clown #gore #gore tw

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ladyfarona · 1 year

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#You will see 1 million Caesar polls in March #I'm just getting in early #Tumblr holidays will be 1000% more fun with polls #et tu brute #ides of march #julius caesar #Tw knife #Tw clown emoji #1 week poll #Polls #Tumblr polls

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softesttangerines · 5 months

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I live for people that actually know mihawk and are skeptical after seeing the cross guild poster and they just know there's nooooo way he works under the clown so when zoro or shanks ask him jokingly if buggy is really his boss and he's like "yep, sure" but it's one of those answers that sound sarcastic but also sounds real and they just cant figure out.

#he really just wants to wipe the knife on poor buggy #shanks doesnt understand if mihawk is being sarcastic or not #whichever it is he cant sleep because there's no fucking way buggy got muhawk before him #zoro feels betrayed his dad chose to associate himself in any way with the clown #save buggy from crochawk please #one piece #mishanks #mihawk #shanks #dracule mihawk #akagami no shanks #buggy the clown #cross guild

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 year

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Okay, random question but in the panel where Lan Zhan & Wei Ying are riding side by side, why is Alan Zhan’s horse sad? Is Little Apple bullying him? :(

PS: I check in daily for your posts, OBSESSED 😭

Alan Zhan (patron saint of when the substitute professor gets your name wrong).

#poorly drawn mdzs #ask #MDZS #wei wuxian #lan wangji #mdzs au #I was going to give a serious answer but then I saw Alan Lan #I gotta warn you all; if it was not already evident - I am the biggest instigator of 'typo in the group chat' hazing #be warned (affectionate (non-threatening (a little threatening)))#Shout out to everyone with a non-western standard name who went to a western school and had their name constantly butchered #shout out to everyone who goes by/went by a nickname because 'people don't mess it up'#I *see* you. May you find Solstice in St. Alan Zhan's arms #whether wwx snuck into the class early to change the attendance sheet is is innocent is up to your interpretation #he's just enjoying the class president (and his academic rival) lose his cool #i dont have a ton of modern au thoughts but I do love the teen era dynamic of ‘smart class clown and smart nephew of headmaster’ rivalry #idk how it was at other people’s schools but the viciousness of being in the top 5 in class was a bloodbath at mine #The *Drama* between top students was wild. Validictorian selection was basically done at knife point #anyways; who’s writing teen wangxian modern AU where they are rivals for the valedictorian spot?#getting to know each other just to win but then actually enjoying the tome spent together #they both need to win and be the best sooooo bad; I cant imagine such a story ends well #wow we got far from Alan Zhan in the tags #Thank you for your on going support! I hope you don't mind me teasing you a bit like this tumblr user deathoverdignity #comic proper resumes tomorrow!

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 1 year

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i was wondering if you can write an art the clown x afab reader

so i have this thought that like reader is one of the people art was chasing down in the abandoned apartment and once he has them tied up on a chair, he notices the slutty costume with a short skirt they’re wearing and cant help but pull the readers panties aside and do as he pleases

reader doesnt know why they like it but they so. also maybe have art threaten them w weapons while he fucks them but doesnt actually use them

a/n: thank you so much for the request! i think i kinda went a little bit off base with this but i hope you like it! :)

pairing: art x afab!reader

warnings: smut, dark content, NONCON turned DUBCON, clowns, reader wears a skirt, threat, kidnapping, restraints, knife play, object insertion, gun play, branding

word count: 961

Your eyes felt like they had been glued shut as you attempted to force them open. Your head was pounding and when you finally managed to open your eyes, you were met with the sight of a dark room, a pressure surrounding your wrists.

Looking down, you found that your wrists had been tied to the arms of a chair, the frayed material of the rope rubbing against your skin.

You lifted your gaze back to the walls that surrounded you, and there was nothing but damp and rot. But when you looked a little further to the side, you managed to spot the clown leaning against the wall, a black and white painted face staring back at you.

And that was when it hit you, the memory of running, flashes of panic entering your mind as you stared at the menacing eyes of the clown, his black rimmed smile sending shivers down your spine.

Panic started to rise in your chest, and you desperately began pulling on the rope around your wrists, but all it did was chisel away at your skin, only worsening the burns that had been forming there.

And it was then that the clown finally advanced towards you, his eyes alight with excitement as he stepped closer.

But when he got close enough, you noticed his eyes skate down your body, stopping at the sight of the short skirt that barely covered your thighs. It didn't take much to realise what he was thinking, so you started attempting to push yourself backwards, your feet pathetically kicking out in front of you as you fought against your restraints.

Although it proved to be unsuccessful as you couldn't manage to move so much as an inch as the clown leaned over you, seemingly inspecting you as you struggled.

He paused for a moment, still staring down at you, and you flinched when he suddenly reached between your legs, his fingers hooking around the material of your panties before pulling them down, leaving them resting around your knees.

You were still struggling in your restraints, muttering quiet 'no's' as you tried to back away from your kidnapper, but it was no use as the clown revealed a knife, a sickening grin spreading across his face as he looked at you.

Your eyes went wide at the sight of the weapon, a scream becoming caught in your throat as you continued to push yourself further against the chair.

Tears were streaming down your face as the clown advanced closer, sliding the handle of the blade between your thighs, the cold metal grazing your exposed pussy.

You jerked away, but that only seemed to annoy the clown as he frowned at you, removing the knife from between your legs and turning to a black garbage bag nearby.

You watched as he rummaged around in it for a moment before finally unveiling a gun.

"Please don't kill me." You found yourself pleading, only managing to earn an amused smile from the clown.

He quickly returned to you, holding the gun in front of your face, the knife still held in his other hand. What did he even want?

"Please." You cried, shaking your head. "Please, don't."

The clown merely offered you a silent laugh, returning the knife to its previous position between your thighs, the cold metal once again brushing your clit.

He kept the gun held to your head as a warning, and he slowly inched the handle of the knife inside of you, the sensation of the metal becoming uncomfortable.

He seemed amused as he watched you squirm in front of him, pushing the metal further. Your head flew back, your hips involuntarily rocking into the knife, heat already pooling in your core.

A moan escaped your lips when he started moving the knife back and forth, the cool metal sending shockwaves through your body.

You wanted to tell him to stop, you wanted to scream for help or at least fight back, except you couldn't find it in you to try.

You were now grinding against the weapon, sinful moans tumbling from your lips and your pleas for help had died in your throat.

"Please." You whispered, your eyes screwing shut as you desperately moved against the knife, your walls clenching around the metal. "Oh shit...please."

The clown simply gave you a silent chuckle, thrusting the knife inside you at a quicker pace, lowering the gun away from your head.

You were practically begging him to keep going now, the pressure building in your stomach as he continued his movements against you. You didn't even care where you were at this point, you were just desperate to reach your release.

And it wasn't long until the fire that had been building inside of you finally exploded, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body as you moaned loudly, your wrists pulling on the rope.

"Oh my God!" You cried out, your chest heaving and your eyes burning with tears. "Yes!"

Once he was satisfied, the clown removed the knife from your pussy, your slick coating the handle. He then brought the weapon up to his mouth, licking a stripe up the handle, before lowering it back down to rest the blade against your thigh.

You weren't sure what he was doing, but it seemed you wouldn't be in the dark for long because you suddenly felt a sting, the tip of the blade now piercing your flesh.

You let out a pained groan, unable to escape as he began carving something into your flesh. And then finally, after a couple of minutes, he stepped back to examine his work, a proud smile on his face.

You looked down to find the words, 'Art was here', carved into your thigh.

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orykorioart · 2 months

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!!!?!?!?!!!!!!!! . oksamber you say

Aww YEAH Oksamber WIP I do say 👀

#Not me taking days to answer this ask and share this wip #bc I am a CLOWN 🤡#gonna go light on the tags since thi s is a wip but #taz ethersea #oksamber #amber gris #oksana kodira #IDK EXACTLY WHAT THE CONCEPT HERE IS.#HMMM. Somethig something theyre infiltrating a Benefactors Ball??#Listen. I jsut want.ed to draw a cool knife garter belt moment. And fun dresses.#anw as always I do be missing Ethersea.#trying out a gel pen brush for this sketch #really enjoyin it so far

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buggy-samaaa · 7 months

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Knife kink drabble continued

Continuation of this

Akin to Pavlov’s dogs, Buggy now gets turned on by the smell of peanut butter. He keeps a jar in his bedroom just to take a whiff, late at night when he’s alone. You’ve learned you can tease him by saying, “I could go for a snack.” It’s ridiculous. You’re actually not sure if his kink is knives or peanut butter. So you decide to ask.

“Peanut butter—?! You think I wanna fuck a jar of P.B.?? Is that what you’re asking me??”

“W-Well, I don’t know — you just get so …aroused… by it, I can’t help but wonder!”

“It’s the knife, baby, the KNIFE!” He says, exasperated, mumbling under his breath about stickiness and crevices. He’s leaning against the mast with his arms crossed and his detached hand pinching the bridge of his nose with frustration.

“Buggy, you don’t have to be mad,” you say, and you take his hand from his face and hold it, patting it. “I’m not judging you for it.” You give the back of his hand a peck. It returns to his wrist.

“I’M NOT MAD! I’m FRUSTRATED!”

“Buggy baby, hey, no, it’s okay, honey…” You are really laying it on thick with your cooing voice. You give him a big, soppy hug. He scoffs and grumbles, but lets his chin rest on the top of your head. “Better?” You ask him and he grunts in reply. “You know, if you like knives so much….” You pull back from the hug and look at him mischievously. “Maybe we could do something interesting…”

Buggy quirks a brow, intrigued. He pulls you back into the hug by your hips, his frustration Entirely forgotten. He grins at you and leans in when you crook a finger. You whisper your thoughts in his ear. He stiffens and his grin gets wider. You separate yourself from him and grab his hand, leading him into his bedroom. Buggy is beaming with surprised delight.

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You’ve been making out for a while, now, and Buggy is starting to wonder when you’ll fulfill your promise.

“Babe—“ He says between kisses. “When do you think (mph) — you’ll (mph)— do the thing—“

“Patience, Bug,” you say quietly, continuing to kiss him. “I want you all riled up for me.”

“I’m riled, I (mph)’m really, (mph) Really riled,” Buggy replies, then lets out a shaky breath when you move your attention from his lips to his jawline. “So riled,” he says to no one as you lick his jaw.

You look down at his tented pants and raise your eyebrows, pretty proud of yourself. “Okay,” you say, and Buggy lets out an excited laugh. He detaches his hands and sends them flying across the room to where his coat is hung. He reaches inside the coat and brings back one of his knives.

“Okay, here, here ya go,” he hands you the knife and is practically panting like a begging dog right now. So needy. You take the knife in your hands and sit back on the bed, no longer touching Buggy.

You make a show of bringing the knife up to your face and running the dull edge across your cheek. You sigh and stick out your tongue. Buggy’s eyes are wide open as he watches you.

“Please…” he’s whispering to himself. You look right into his eyes as you touch your tongue to the knife and lick it for him, a long lick from the base of the handle to the tip. You close your eyes and let out a soft moan, loving the feeling of his eyes on you, enraptured by your actions.

“Oh… Oh God…” Buggy whispers with a grunt. “M-More, babe, please,” he begs under his breath. You lick the knife again. Buggy is covering his open mouth in awe at you, trying to stifle a ragged moan. His other hand is dragging down his own chest and stomach.

“Don’t touch yourself yet,” you say quietly. “We’re just getting started.” He nods frantically.

“I—I won’t, I won’t touch myself,” he replies, and he actually detaches his hands and rests them on the corner of the bed. “I’ll be good.” He’s so cute when he’s eager to please.

You get to your knees and prop yourself up against your heels so he can see most of your (still-clothed) body. Your shirt is unbuttoned enough to show your some of your chest. You take the knife and drag the dull edge along your skin, tilting your head back and sighing at the cold metal. You see Buggy’s hands start to grip the sheets.

“Keep going, baby,” he whispers, mouth still parted.

You keep dragging, leaving raised pink lines against your sensitive skin. “Nnn… that feels so good…” you say aloud, trying to drive Buggy crazy. He loves that you’re doing this just for him.

“Ready for the fun part…?” You say through lidded eyes. All he can do is swallow and nod. You take the sharp edge of the knife and start to slice up your buttoned shirt, popping the buttons open and exposing more and more skin. Buggy shudders as your chest is fully exposed to him. He bites his bottom lip and stares, trying to take it all in. You see out of the corner of your eye that his hands are gripping the sheets even harder, as if desperately avoiding rushing over to grope you. You stroke near your nipple with the dull edge and shiver. Buggy huffs and puffs at the sight.

“You gotta let me touch, please,” he begs. “This is too much for me, I-I can’t—“ You see his pants are straining. You feel kinda bad for him. So you decide to scoot forward on the bed with the knife still in your hand. Buggy stares up at you curiously. You silently poke the tip of the knife against his chest, willing him to fall backward against the bed. He does so, eyes glinting and mouth twitching into a smile. This time, you use the knife on him instead.

You spread his legs and rest yourself between them. His breath hitches in his throat at your touch. He swallows and looks down at you as you slowly start to cut open the opening of his pants. He’s so enamored that he doesn’t even care that these are his good pants. The ripping fabric separates to give his cock a little release. You do the same to his underwear, to Buggy’s relief.

“Thanks,” he sighs gratefully. “Can I touch now?”

“No.”

“Come on…” One of his hands starts to tip-toe from the edge of the bed towards you. It floats over to your leg and ghosts its fingers across your calf. “At least let me touch Something…”

“I said, ‘no.’” You point the knife to his throat with a smirk. Buggy immediately pulls his hand away and his face reddens. He wets his lips, his mouth feeling dry. You grin at his reaction a little sadistically, which excites Buggy to no end. He tests the waters by drifting his hand against your ass, wanting to see how far you’ll take the game. You flip the knife so the sharp side is against Buggy’s neck. He breathes hard and shakily, glancing down at the knife and back at you with a wicked grin. He grabs your ass.

You practically growl and you pin him down by straddling him, the knife pressed against his neck, right beneath his Adam’s apple, which bobs with another nervous and excited swallow.

“Fuck, babe… you’re so hot…” He whispers with lust, glittering eyes staring straight into yours. “What are you gonna do…? You can’t cut me…”

“I can… scratch you,” you say, and you show him by using the tip of the blade to scratch along the thick tendon in his neck.

“Nn—“ Buggy whimpers. “Fuuuck…”

You lean down to lick the red mark you left, making Buggy tingle. His hands start to run from your ass up to your chest, and he slowly strokes it with his palms, brushing against your nipples. You bite his neck as a punishment for touching you when you told him no, twice.

“Joke’s on you, I’m into that shit,” he grunts as you clamp down. He gropes your pecs and bites his lip to suppress a raspy giggle. One of his hands floats over to your backside again and he presses his fingers against you. You can’t help but press back against his touch, gasping. “Who’s in control now, huh?” In your surprise, he takes the chance to grab and flip you so he’s on top. He pins your hands above your head and grab the knife from you.

“Buggy—“ you say as you squirm. “Hey—!”

Buggy chuckles huskily and drifts the dull edge of the blade along your cheek. “Whatsa matter, cupcake? You don’t like it when I’m on top?” He presses the blade against your cheek, the sharp tip dangerously close to cutting you. You stare up at him and glare, struggling against his hold. “Ooh, I like seeing you pissed off like this…” He moves the knife to scrape against your cheek, gently, as if he’s shaving your face with a straight-blade. Buggy whispers in your ear, “I bet you’re loving this, aren’t you…?”

You inhale and exhale sharply, heartbeat increasing in fear and arousal. You nod with a dazed expression.

“I wanna hear you say it,” Buggy whispers, scraping your other cheek.

“I love it,” you admit quietly, looking at him with lidded eyes.

“How far do you want me to go?” He asks, still flirting, but sincere, his voice low.

You look at him, eyes hard now, and you confidently whisper, “Cut me.”

#buggy the clown #opla buggy #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy x y/n #knife kink #knife play #my fic

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blakbonnet · 8 months

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I was tagged to do this picrew by @skysofrey and @jellybeanium124 ♥️♥️♥️