#you came to the circus and shock there are clowns here

[heartfullofleeches]

Yan Clown/Circus + Imaginary Friend Darling Blurb

Throughout life, friends come and go, but you - were always the first.

Things were simple in the beginning. Sit with that lonely kid at the playground, wipe their face with your sleeves, and ask if they wanted to be friends. They always said yes. You were inseparable. Playing until streetlights came on plus a seat saved for you at the dinner table when they reluctantly returned home. The biggest fears you faced where the monsters under the bed and the dark... then came school, homework, the future. Your playdates became so far and few, they put in the efforts to make new friends and you were so happy for them.

"Y/n? Who's that? Quit talking to yourself and come hang out with us."

But none of them ever wanted to be yours. Your friend was never home anymore and when they were it was always school work or video games taking their attention. Your place at the table was given to someone else. They'd gradually drift away from speaking to you and it was like you never existed in the first place to them, and maybe you never did - so you left. Back to that empty that existed before it all. There, you remembered all your friends. All your precious memories and the treasures they gave you their parents questioned them about when they disappeared. You hated it there. You didn't want to reminisce on the good times - it only lead to wordless goodbyes. Why - why did they always leave you behind?

"I got invited to a slumber party this weekend... Everyone turned out to be so nice once I gave them a chance like you told me to.... You'll... always be my best friend, but I have real ones now. I'm not a kid anymore - and I can't live in a fantasy world forever."

Of course you always knew - but did your time together really mean nothing? The smiles and tears, joys and fears - were those fake too? This was how life for you went and has gone your entire path. Make a new friend, wait for them to make their own, force yourself to forget, and repeat. You never, ever blamed them for abandoning you. It was your biggest dream to see your friends go out in the world and do all the things you rambled about for hours - you just wished you could've been their when they made their dreams come true. If they could make those fantasies reality, why couldn't you be real too them? It's not fair-

"Hey! You gonna put your raspberry in the square yet? I don't mind waiting cuz you're really cute - but I've eaten most of the blueberries already and if I eat one more I won't have enough for a win."

A new friend - you kept them waiting, lost in your thoughts like that. There's something different about this one... They're a lot bigger than your old friends and dress strange just like those funny people in shows. How old are they?

"28..... Is my favorite number because that's how many waffles I can eat before throwing up. I dunno my age really, I like a lot of candles on my pie so it's hard to remember. I'm probably waaaaaay older - or younger, but I'm definitely not younger than eighteen because I get a new doll every year - and there's a ton. Hey, when's your birthday so we can get your collection started?"

An adult - An adult can see you, but why?

"Hmmm, I dunno how you got in here either. I was just thinking about how great it would be to have someone to eat all these waffles with since I made 29 today - and poof you appeared outta nowhere. You gotta so me that trick eventually - wanna be pals? I'll give you... a quarter, no- half the stack if ya stick around. My name's Gus. Gus the clown."

A clown... Alot of your friends loved those, others were terrified. This one reminded you alot of them. So silly and carefree, just like they always were before reality kicked in. It was never that way for Gus. You'll never forget the shocked look on their face when you told them chocolate milk didn't come from brown cows. They serenaded you with songs detailing your adventures together and nearly had a heart attack when you played peekaboo together which they later tried to play off as good acting - the tear smudges in their paint was just from hot how was is.

At the same time, Gus was far more mature they let on. They fantasized about finding the missing piece to their act and heart, and hopefully marrying that special someone someday. They were all smiles - but as soon as someone got hurt they knew when to drop the act and when to use it to their advantage. You prayed the day they found someone they wouldn't ditch you like everyone else.

It turned out there were a lot more like Gus. True to their status as a performer, they worked and lived in a traveling circus with others who were accepting of you - and had the eyes to see you. They never doubted your existence like parents used to and believed near ever word Gus said even when at the point in time you were nothing more than the ramblings of a mad-clown, and greeted you in kind. Overtime, you became corporal for these performers too and the brief hellos turned to bear hugs thrust upon dolls Gus' sibling made for everyone to have when they wanted sat hello. They still couldn't touch you, but for the first time everyone knew you were their and love you the same, if not more than the friend you came for. Sometimes it really did feel like you were a real person. If only....

"Ouch!"

You pull your hand away from Gus' as the clown bursts into a fit of giggles - yelping in pain as they clap their hands together, electrocuting themselves on the buzzer.

Whoo! That definitely sends a shock through ya. Can't believe that got you. Hey - that got you... you've never been hurt by any of the things we've done before."

They're right. That really did hurt. Wait. It hurt. You've never been able to interact with anything before - leaving Gus overwhelmed on brunch dates when they devoured your share. What's going on?

Gus expresses the confusion you're both feeling with a high-pitched scream. They dart around the room, nabbing their emergency supplies of candy from beneath their pillow. "Ahhhh, idea - Y/n, try one of these - hurry!"

You take one of the licorice sticks and shove it in your mouth. If picked up the treat wasn't proof enough, the explosion of flavor on your tongue confirmed your theories.

"It's...good."

Gus races in a circles, squeeling in delight as they grab and pinch your plush - warm cheeks. "They've never been warm before! This is amazing. Ahhh, next test- here goes!"

Shutting their eyes, Gus rams their lips against yours - grinning with teeth against your skin. They kiss your lips, cheeks, and noses - smothering you with a hug, soaking up the beat of your speeding heart.

"You have no idea long I've wanted to do that...."

You're still reeling from everything going on. "W-what's happening, Gus?"

"No clue! If you want my guess, I'd say so many people believing in you made you real like that one movie with the puppet. The others! Oh, man everyone's gonna love this! Come on!"

Gus picks you up and sprints to the main show room. They gather everyone into the area along with the biggest mirror they could find. They try to explain, but the excitement gets the better of them. Frustrated by everyone's agreeable questions - they rip off the blanket covering the mirror and your reflection, and the crowd goes wild.

"That wasn't there before! Can we touch Y/n now???"

"I call dibs on giving them their first piggyback ride!"

"Wonderful timing! I knitted you a lovely scarf before I forgot you technically were a figment of our combined imaginations."

"If they're really here and can touch stuff... They can be part of the show - can't they?"

Thats right. You'd fit right in with your history too. After a celebratory dinner and cuddle session - the preparations for your big debut were made. As expected, everyone loved you. You and Gus were the starting act, and two halves of the same whole. People saw you, they praised you, loved you. The adoration of the crowd was like no other, but everything after the curtains were closed was even better. Gus kept to their promise of never leaving you behind. You were that missing piece - someone they couldn't live without. It was time for you to finally grow up and leave the ghosts of the past where they lied.

"Aw, don't be like that, sweetie. You'll love it once we get there."

This is bullshit. Their college gradation and their folks were dragging them to some circus. Luckily they had a few buds pull through for an aftershow at a nearby bat.

"Maybe your opinion will change when you see the staring act. That clown reminds me a lot of that friend you used to go on about. What was their name again? I think it was -"

Y/n. Your name and smiling face were plastered on a billboard they passed. It was no vague resemblance - that was their first companion down to the scrunchie you wore around your wrist that they gave you on the day they gave you the lukewarm mercy of a goodbye. It couldn't really be you - right?

"Look how big you've grown...."

No-

"Your parents tell me you're graduating this year. I'm so, so proud of you. Are you going to become a scientist just like you said?"

How?

"You always said it was so you could find a way for everyone to see me too... I'm sorry for holding you back for so long. It's good that you made friends. I made alot too - really good ones. With them, I can live in fantasy and the real world at the same time. It's so much fun."

What are you apologizing for? Why are you acting like you're the one that abandoned them. You were everywhere to them. Everything they ever achieved was because of the shoulder you gave them to lean on. Being with you was like a dream - but everyone has to wake up eventually.

"Oops! Looks like a wasted all our time. I have a few more scheduled greets, but maybe if you stay after we can chat a little more before you leave. See you!"

They don't want to leave. There's still so much to be explained; to say and do, but just like them - you were gone as you appeared. They had to see you again in a better time. Do imaginary friends drink coffee?"

"How's it feel to be the one on the other end of the stick?"

Another clown stands behind them. It was the same one that shared your act. Gus. What do they want?

"Y'know I know alllll about what happened between you two. I know everything from their past since as their bestest friend - and potential future spouse - it's my job to make them loved enough to spill every, little detail. You shouldn't have come here. You're not the first to recognize them - and you won't be the last.

The ball of their wrist juts painfully against their skin as the clown grabs their arm.

"I won't let any of you get back into their heart. I won't let anyone hurt them again. You can't just take back what you broke when someone else fixes it. I'll make you feel what they felt. I'll make them forget you - and anyone who tries to take them from us that I promise and promises are meant to be kept. Quick question before you go though - think Y/n will like these matching necklaces I made us? Anything looks cute when its on them - but think it'll fit better than that old scrunchie."

#Gus my oc #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere clown #yandere concept #yandere idea #yandere

[bonbonchocolates]

Clown

Yandere Jungkook x Reader

Summary: When the past comes back.....

Warnings: yandere jungkook, stalking, mentions of death (of minor characters), obsessive behaviour

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. I hope you like it and if you did please leave a like.

Masterlist

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"Kookie"

A nine year old ran towards her best friend and engulfed him into a hug. Her friend hugged her back with a smile on her face.

"Doll, I wanted to tell you something."

These words of the boy grabbed the girls attention. She looked up towards her friend with eyes filled with curiosity. The boy was almost a feet taller than her since he was older than her.

"I like you very much doll. I thought rich people were arrogant and selfish but it all changed when I met you. Doll, will stay with me forever? Will you be my wife in the future?"

The girl didn't take a single word of the boy seriously. She was too small and dumb to understand what he meant.

"Kook-"

Before the girl could speak further her mother grabbed her and pulled her away from the boy. She then slapped the boy which made the boy's face turn to the side.

"How dare you touch my daughter? You low class peasant, stay at your limits. Don't forget that your father is a clown in a circus and your mother is a maid at our house. How can you even think that my daughter will ever marry you?"

The little girl stared at her mother, confusion was written all over her face. She than turn towards her friend and found that his eyes were filled with tears. She felt a pang in her heart. She tried to escape her mother's hold and run towards her friend and hug him but her mother tightened her hold on her arm.

"I'll fire your mother from her work and you, don't ever show your face to my daughter ever again."

With that she dragged her daughter with her. The boy just stared at both of them. Unknowingly a drop of tear escaped his eyes. He felt humiliated and didn't want to stay there any longer. So he ran away from there and promised to never return back ever again.

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"Mom please don't leave me."

A thirteen year old boy cried holding his death mother's hand with his. His mother committed suicide because she was humiliated and fired from her job. The boy tried to call his father but he didn't pick up the call.

This evening after he came back home he found his mother dead, lying in her own pool of blood. A blade lay beside her dead body. His heart broke when he saw his mother in such a condition. He refused to believe his mother is no longer with him and kept calling his mother in hope that she might listen to him and wake up.

He even tried calling his dad but he didn't pick up the call. He knew the reason why his mother committed suicide. His mother was the only earner in their house. His father spent all his money on alcohol. After his mother lost her job now no one was there to earn and she couldn't handle the shock and took such a big step.

After a few minutes of crying he finally stopped. Now his eyes were filled with the desire of revenge instead of tears. He decided that he will take his revenge from the ones who are responsible for his mother's death. He then started to laugh like a crazy person.

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8 years later:

"Y/Niee did you hear about the murder in the circus?"

Your friend asked you and you nodded your head. How could you not know about it? Right now it was the hot topic of your town. You lived in a small town and it was quite peaceful here until day before yesterday. A clown was murdered brutally in the circus. Even his face could not be identified.

"Yes I know"

"We need to be careful Y/Niee, what if the killer comes after us next?"

"Why will the killer even come after us?"

You asked, at your friend's silly question. Why will the killer come after you? He is not a serial killer right? Maybe he had an enemity with the clown. You never harmed a single insect in your life so why will a killer be after you?

"I know but we never know."

You just shrugged off her words and continued eating.

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Later that evening you were coming back home after your outing with your friends. The street was empty and there were only few cars in the road. You were walking when a orange coloured balloon came towards you and hit you on your face.

You were about to let it go when you noticed something was written in the balloon. You grabbed the string and found that there was a 'Miss Me?' written in the balloon with red ink. You just ignored it and let the balloon go.

You usually took the alley to reach your home because it was a shortcut but today you decided to go from the main road. You looked at the dark alley and it gave you goosebumps so you thought it was better to take the long way today.

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Unknown POV:

I was secretly keeping my eyes on my doll to make sure nothing happens to her. Though I hate her parents but I cannot hate her because I love her too much. Last time when I saw her she was only nine years old and look at her now all grown woman.

I blew the balloon I was holding towards her. My heart jumped a bit when she grabbed the balloon and read what I had specially written for her. My heart dropped when she ignored and continued walking towards her home.

Suddenly my eyes fell on someone behind her, it was a boy probably my age. At first it all looked normal but then I saw the but kept following her. Now I understood his motives. My doll had no idea about it. I clenched my fist in anger .

How did he look at my doll that way? No one is allowed to look at what's mine. Don't worry doll I will get rid of him.

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"Y/Niee did you he-"

"Yes I heard."

Another murder in your town and this time it was a college boy. He was murdered in the same way as the clown. So people assumed it was the same killer. The most shocking thing was that the boy's dead body was found in the same alley through which you would take a short cut to your house. Even the time of the murder was estimated to be in the same time when you were on your way home.

You thanked God that you did not take the alley or you might be in place of the boy right now. You decided to never take that alley ever again and never to head home late at night.

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Time Skip:

A month passed and now your peaceful town turned dreadful. Everyday there was a murder and still now the police were not able to catch hold of the killer. Though they were sure of the thing that all the murders were linked to each other. The police also suggested that a clown was the killer because a clown was spotted in the cctv cameras where the murders took place but still they were not able to catch him.

First the people who were murdered were totally unknown to you but recently a lot of people murdered were known to you. For example the bullys of your school who used to often bully you, the maid who steal your money and that creepy man who followed you a few months ago. Oh you forgot one the math teacher of your school who looked at you badly.

You were quite scared to get out of your house nowadays. Your parents were out on a business trip and you had to stay in the big mansion of yours all alone. You were totally freaked out.

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Unknown POV:

Finally I got rid of my doll's parents, they were the reason why I lost my mother. Now I got my revenge. I know if my doll gets to know about her parents death she will break down. But no worries she has me.

No one can come between me and my doll now. She is finally mine. Be ready doll I am coming for you.

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It was quite late night and your parents are still not home. You are getting worried for them. They promised to come back home by today morning but they were still not home yet.

You thought of all the possibilities of the killer- no you should think positive. Nothing will happen to your parents. You tried calling your parents once again but this time it was switched off. Before you tried calling them and they were not picking up the call and it was switched off.

Suddenly you saw a pink coloured balloon coming towards you. You grabbed it and saw it there was a 'Miss Me?' written with red ink on it just like the balloon you found that day. Just then another white coloured balloon came towards you.

This time 'Doll' was written in it. After that a bunch of balloon came towards you. Some had 'Miss Me?' and others had 'Doll' written on them. You were completely freaked out by now.

You couldn't understand from where all these balloons were coming from. You were sure you locked all the doors and windows of your mansion or maybe you forgot.

Doll- why does the nickname sound so familiar to you? It feels like someone used to call you with this nickname but who? Wait- Kookie

"Miss me, Doll?"

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#yandere #yandere bts #yandere jungkook #yandere jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook

[icameheretoreadstuff]

Kinktober day 4 - Hate sex

Pairing: Buggy x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Hate sex, swearing, Stripping, threats, Unprotected sex, Big dick kink, choking. Summary: You hate him, but you want him so bad. A/N: Masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr. I just began writing and this is what I came up with ;)

You came inside an empty circus tent with a guy on a fancy chair. You had two henchmen gripping hard on both of your arms, "hands off, Fucktards!" you barked. They backed off after they saw your death stare, "Here she is boss" the other guy said to the man sitting on the throne. "leave" Buggy said and his voice was stern which made you so turned on. You saw the henchmen walk away, and then you two were completely alone. You turned around from where you saw him sitting. "Buggy the clown" you grinned "what the fuck do you want?" you said as your face turned serious. He didn't say anything. "You're the asshole who destroyes town" you said as you walked slowly over to where he sat.

He sat in the shadows, so you couldn't see him clearly. he just chuckled at your response. "fuck you, I hope you die a horrible death" you barked "What If you die first?" he asked "Wouldn't that be sad?" he said as his head tilted. "shouldn't you start crying or something now? plead for your life?" he changed his position, leaning his elbow on the right side of the armchair, staring at you. "You want to kill me? go right ahead jerk" you said like you didnt care. "Why don't you start telling me how you want to kill me" you asked him, he didn't answer, but you could se he was grinning. "Cause I know how I would kill you" you grinned. "shoot you in the head, dead in seconds" he anwerd in a low voice. "Pin you down and chop your head off" he laughed of his own reply.

You caught him staring at your body as he licked his lips, and then he leaned back in his chair. He was staring at you and your body liked it, you felt electricity shoot around in your body, making your breath a little uneven for a second. You looked up at the tent and exhaled silently, trying to tell your body to stop liking the way he was staring at you. You started to get images of things you wanted him to do to you and you to him, but you shaked them off and looked down from the roof. "You have hurt so many people, you suck" you said and looked around you, trying to see an exit, just in case. "There's no escape, don't worry" he chuckled, then his face turned serious "you're safe here" he said and grinned "Until I decide youre not" He leaned forward to the light and winked. "What If I don't want to escape?" you said, waiting for an reaction.

He shoot up one of his eyebrows as he smiled and shaked his head, but curious about where you were going with this. "What If I want to be here and cause you unbalivable pain?" you grinned "That would be so much fun to see you squirm!" you fake laughed for a second and then fake dried a tear away from your eye, then you gave him a deathstare. But he just grinned and continued to watch you, intrigued by you. "Maybe you would cry?" you said unsure and walked closer to him. "Maybe your entire mood would change, just before I kill you?" you said and tilted your head to the side as you placed your foot between his thighs.

He didn't react, he just looked serious at you- He continued to stare at you after a second, then the corner of his smile tilted a little. Your top was showing off your tits, He couldn't help but stare as he licked his lips dry and stared at you lips. You started to slowly take off the strap on your singlet. "Maybe you would beg for your life?" you said and your heart started to pound of how close you were standing him. He looked at your naked shoulder, wanting to touch it, maybe playfully bite it. He smelled suprisingly good, which was so wrong.

You hate him? what the fuck is going on? He smelled like something sweet? You were shocked, he of all people in the world, HE was the one who was turning you on? You leaned closer to his ear and licked it playfully. He hummed in response and shifted his eyes on you. "Maybe" he whispered, his voice was raspy, which made your clit ache. "Maybe you would even plead?" you whispered into his ear and playfully took a bit of his ear. "But you hate me?" he asked confused but with a smile on his face.

You walked a couple of steps back and threw off your shirt at him. Your bra was still on but his head fell back "Why dont you tell me more?" he asked you, daring you to continue. "What If I killed you with a knife I was hiding?" you winked. "You don't have any knives on you" he reasured me. "that you know off" you grinned. "You can't cut me, darlin" he said in a raspy voice, he should shut up because your body got shivers everytime he talked like this. "Shut up" you whispered. You opened your zipper and slowly dragged your skirt off to your hips and stopped just above your clit, so he could see your thong. "I could snap your neck" you winked at him, "You could try" he flirted as he changed his position, feeling his boulder revealing him.

You let your skirt fall down, like a puddle on the floor and stepped out of it. He hummed as he stared at your thong. "I could stab you in your eye" you chuckled, and walked closer and straddled him. His body under you felt so good, his boulder was big and warm. Your hips couldn’t help it and automaticly thrusted to feel some friction. You couldn't fight it anymore, you hated his guts but he was turning you on so fucking bad you just had to go along with this. You smacked him hard, which he gave you no response and then you kissed him hard. His lips was so warm. He kissed you deeply back and his hands held you tight around your waist, feeling his boulder causing you to moan, his toungue felt so unbalivable good against yours. He looked at you and his breaths was deep and slow, his chest rising as his boulder sent more and more vibration to your clit. He started to smile like an idiot "Im gonna fuck you." you said simple. He grinned at your response. "You're gonna fuck me?" he chuckled "I think you want to do more than just fuck me darling" he winked.

You couldn't help yourself so you went on instinct. Your hand felt like a magnet to his boulder, feeling his big boulder made you so wet. "You like what youre feeling?" he said in a low raspy voice as he stared into your eyes. "You want to see my cock?" he said as he licked his lips "suck it?". His strong boulder was turning you on so bad, you just wanted to get on your knees and fill your mouth up with his big cock. "I'm going to fuck some sence into you" You said simple and opened his belt and opened his zipper, "then I think youre gonna have to fuck me more than once, if that's your plan" he flirted. "Even then" he said and shaked his head and chuckled. You stepped off him and dragged down his pants in one movement. He just grinned when he saw the look on your face. His large dick bounced out of his pants. His throbbing dick was teasing you, making you so horny you felt your body start to shake of excitement.

You looked up at him, not breaking the eye contact once. You wanted to see him, hear his gasp and sounds, you wanted to see this asshole enjoy himself. You wanted to make him cum so good. You wanted him to make you feel good. You grabbed his dick and tried to inhale his length into your mouth in one try but he was too large, you took your free hand and jerked him off while trying to suck him. All the sounds you were making was driving him crazy, he began to hum and trying to hold back moans, but failing. "Maybe I will get decent orgasm out of you" you saidand walked off him and took off your thong and bra, throwing them at him.

He shaked his head "shut up and just fuck me already" he said in a low voice. "shut up" you barked and sat back down ontop of him and slowly placing the tip of his length outside of your clit. "Youre not gonna kill me so stop acting tough" he said and panted slowly, He grabbed your thighs and placed his hands slowly on your ass. "I hate you so much" you said as you placed his length inside you, trying to let his cock fill you up. He was so large so it started to hurt a little but It felt so good at the same time. You began to ride him slowly, It hurt but felt so good. "you are so funny" he grinned and began to choke you lightly.

You moaned and started to ride him "I hate you" you moaned, He grunted as he leaned back and stared at your movement. "Youre kinda cute thinking you stand a chance of killing me!" he grinned and spanked your ass with his free hand. You grinned and chocked him back. "I got you just where I want, asshole" you grinned and moved your position a little better, moved your legs so you got more controll. You placed your hands on his shoulders.

You grabbed his hat and threw it away and then you ripped open his vest an his shirt underneath, revealing his muscles underneath. You grinned at him when he threw off his jacket. His hips began to move up and down slowly. His tie was still on him so you grabbed it and started to ride him back while grinning. You both had an perfect rythum going on and it was annoying as hell. "Fuck you so much" you said as your eyes rolled back in your head. Your body was on fire, and his body felt so good around you.

His hands moved slowly down to your hips. He was so warm and was now completely naked. He moaned and moved his hands up to your tits and pinched them lightly and the other one he moved down to your clit and began to move his finger on your upper clit in circles. His head flew back and his hips started to thrust harder up into you. "I hate you so much" you moaned and gripped tighter around his tie. "Y/N" he moaned, and moved his hands on your hips and spanked your ass with his other hand "Fuck you" you said and moaned back, feeling orgasm coming close.

Suddenly he grabbed your hips hard and began to thrust hard up into you, "hate you" you continued to say while he was thrusting so hard into you until you hit climax. "Fuck" he moaned and slipped out his length out of you and climaxed. He panted while he grinned "what now?" He asked you. You just sighed and shaked your head in defeat, defeat if his dick. You looked at his cock and grinned. "Oh fuck it" you grinned and crashed your lips into his. "Your Dick is too good"

#buggy smut #buggy one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy x y/n #one piece live action #one piece smut #kinktober 2023 #english is not my first language

[olinblogin]

Can you write clown!child!reader that plays silly innocent pranks and honks whenever they're really happy? I prefer if you made some headcanons/one shot with Kaufmo or Jax, if you want to add more characters then be my guest! Believe me, I don't mind at all lol

Ohhh I’ve been waiting for a clown reader tbf!

In the long run I don’t know to much abt Kaufmo bc duh he literally abstracted in the pilot— so please take my limited info about him with a pinch of salt

This one is gonna be relatively short because I don’t have much to work on plot wise since only the pilot of the show is out

(Theres no normal Kaufmo gifs so here 💀)

(WARNINGS - CHILD!READER, SLIGHT ANGST AT THE END)

When you’d first arrived, a lot were shocked to see you didn’t freak out like most would when first entering the Amazing Digital Circus.

In fact, you were quite ecstatic.

They were all shocked to see a child of all to be transported into the Circus. But you adapted quickly to your surroundings, even becoming comfortable with everyone, especially Kaufmo.

You spent most your time with Kaufmo, actually. You both took the form of clowns in a way, so it was bound that you two would get along.

To you he was almost like an older brother, always scolding you when you’d play little pranks on your friends. Some harmless, some a little less harmless.

Like the time you glued Caine’s staff to the floor.

Usually when you wanted to play pranks you’d go to Jax for help carrying them out, seeing as you’re the smallest of the group you had a hard time doing things as easily as the others did.

It was so fun all the time, every time you’d get caught doing your pranks you’d squeeze your little nose and make a honking sound as you dashed away.

Then, there was a new member, Pomni.

She was a jester of sorts… but oh, so jumpy. You tried greeting her with Ragatha, only for her to break out into a string of curses—which despite censored by Caine—Ragatha still covered your ears.

Eventually Ragatha was down on your level, “hey, sweetie? Can you do me a small favor?” She asked softly, to which you tilted your head in response, as you didn’t often talk so you used body language instead. “Please don’t play any pranks on Pomni, okay? She’s really jumpy and she might get hurt if you do.” You put a finger on your mouth in consideration, nodding happily.

“Thanks, sweetie. Go have fun, Caine is making us play capture the Gloinks again, I know that’s your favorite.” With that you zipped off and chased around the little shapes, while Ragatha took Pomni on a little tour with Jax.

You played the game for a while until you stumbled across the hallway of rooms, where some faces were crossed off with a big red ‘X’ for a reason you didn’t know, nor would you understand.

You were searching high and low for those little Gloinks but.. you soon came across Kaufmo’s door, it was wide open with signs of struggle being visible.

You peered into his room, he was no where to be found. You now had a new objective from the game, to find Kaufmo.

You searched everywhere, you even managed to get out of the circus to look for him.

But no matter your efforts you just couldn’t find him at all… soon, Caine caught you outside of the circus and brought you back, all of the group together, save for Kaufmo.

You made your way over to Ragatha, tugging her skirt, “Ragatha, where’s Kaufmo?” You asked in your quiet voice. Ragatha couldn’t bring herself to say it, only looking away in a guilty manner.

“What happened to him.. where’s Kaufmo?”

#TADC #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus x reader #child reader #tadc kaufmo #tadc ragatha #angst ending

[theredofoctober]

SPITE— The Boys fic, Billy Butcher x reader, crossposted from AO3, reader uses she/her pronouns

TW: Violence, noncon

The super villain known as SPITE (reader) has been stalking Billy Butcher. He captures her, and chaos ensues...

Read after the cut

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"You little cunt."

The words lose their meaning quickly in the lurching dark through frequent repetition.

Their first utterance is a hiss against your ear as you're dredged from the street to some rank basement, roiling in your captor's grip like a sturgeon all the way down.

The second usage of the phrase errupts in a catankerous grunt as their speaker attempts to bind you to a chair, a gyre of your tulle and satin costume half-smothering him as you thrash, and kick, and bite.

"You little cunt," snarls Billy Butcher, for the third time, as you clip his jaw with your forehead.

Then, with a vicious grin, he spits a gout of his own blood into your face.

"Like that, do you, you fucking supe slag? Don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from."

His shackles your throat with his fist, smirking as you flinch from the red razors of his teeth. He wears a mask of revulsion, the whites of his eyes within it shocking, horrible.

You can't seem to look away.

"Not so brave, now, are you, flower?" asks Butcher. "See, I've been following you, and just picture my fucking surprise to find out that you've been trying to do the same to me. And just me, that is; you've kept well out the way of my Boys. You've been very clever about it, I'll give you that. I doubt they even have a clue who you are."

He releases your throat and wipes his hand on the garish fabric of his shirt with a laborious theatricality.

"So," he continues, "either you were trying to kill me off—which you are absolutely shit at, by the way—or there's something else you're after. Wonder what that could be?"

Butcher kicks a chair leg, and you rock upon it like a bowling pin.

"Look at ya," he sneers. "Running around here, dressed like some clown's tart— sorry to tell you, love, but the circus ain't in fucking town."

Swallowing dryly, you attempt to scrape the chair backwards, inch by inch, across the floor, putting space between yourself and the man with the coarse velvet of murder in his voice.

Butcher watches your retreat, shaking his head.

"Where are you gonna go, sweetheart? You can't use your fucking fairy magic powers when you're all tied up like that, so don't get any ideas. You're cosied up with me for a bit. So let's have a chat, shall we?"

With your voice obstructed by a makeshift gag you merely widen your eyes in response.

"Well, love, I'm glad you asked," says Butcher, with an acid sarcasm. "There's only two ways you're leaving here tonight: either as strawberry slushie at the bottom of a fucking rubbish bag, or all in one piece, except for your dignity, that is. Better make up your mind. I don't have all night."

He pauses, pretends to consider.

"Well, I do, but I wanna spend it cracking open a couple of beers with the lads, not down here chin-wagging with a bleedin' Supe."

Butcher's gaze is thick with the dregs of an old and bitter madness: you feel more than undressed by it, skinned, rather, your muscles flayed from the bone.

"Look at you," says Butcher, coldly. "Sitting there in all that pink bollocks looking like something Piglet shat out after a mad one in The Hundred Acre Wood. What's it all about, eh?"

He kicks suddenly at your calf, his boot rending layers of candyfloss fishnet thread with a blow that will surely bruise.

"Nobody's making you wear this shit; Vought won't touch you with a bargepole after all the stunts you’ve been pulling on the sly. Your own kind don't want anything to do with you. You're a loner. So what were you doing prancing about in this silly fucking get-up? Waiting for me to notice?"

Butcher shunts your chair back against the wall, tipping it at an angle that, at his high vantage, likely allows a view that is particularly obscene.

"Don't be shy," he leers. "Every time you threw a kick at me I could see right up at your knickers. And they're fragile little things, ain't they?"

You strain against your bonds, bucking with such an indignant gusto that the ropes start to fray against your muscles.

"Oh no you fucking don't," says Butcher, and slaps you so hard across the cheek that you're still again in an instant, your ears sirening from the blow.

"You don't wanna piss me off, darling," says your captor, grimly. "See, I could really fucking hurt you, but I don't wanna manhandle you more than I have to, savvy? Then again, I think you're gagging to be roughed up. Didn't put up much of a fight, did you, and now I've got you right where I want you—"

You mumble your objections into the wad of lace against your teeth, but Butcher ignores you, caught up in the rhythm of his spiel.

"—Seems like you're desperate for me to give you a good seeing to. Well, don't worry, love. Daddy's here."

He's being ironic, you think, but as a strange combination of want and loathing twists his countenance you begin to change your mind. 

"I can't stand your sort," Butcher mutters. "Filthy mutants, the lot of you. But seeing you in this mess I might have it in me for a pity fuck."

He shoves a thumb into your mouth and pulls free the gag, wincing as his fingers come away wet with drool.

"Well," he says. "Speak up, love. Do you wanna shag, or die?"

"Neither," you rasp. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Butcher's smile is blood and ice.

"See, I thought you'd say that. So I took the liberty of popping all the security footage I've got of you onto a nice little pen drive so I could play it back to you, remind you how many times you’ve tiptoed around me about in your glorified stripper wear without finishing the bloody job. Let's have a gander, shall we?"

He fumbles for a remote, and a vast television screen illuminates in the centre of the room, revealing picture after picture of you tracking Butcher across the city by night. You recall taunting him with your proximity, enjoying the game; it's how you always hunt your targets, hounding them until they go mad with paranoia, an end hastened by hallucinations cast like spellwork from your fingertips, each more awful than the last.

Butcher, however...

He had been difficult. He'd barely seemed to respond to your assaults, no matter your pressure upon his mind. 

"In case you're wondering, I saw your poxy visions," he announces perceptively, rapping the television screen with his fist. "But you underestimate the level of fucked up I've witnessed in my life. I've seen scarier shit in my morning routine."

The screen flickers, and you're faced with a shot of yourself standing in Butcher's shadow, so close to him that your breath is almost on the back of his neck. How smug you'd been in the thought that he hadn't known you were there, that you were so extraordinarily clever, and daring.

Humiliating to think that Butcher had followed you with equal stealth, despite his limitations.

"Tell me why you picked me to wind up," he demands, "and not Frenchie, or M.M., or any of my mates. Why am I so special? You've heard my theories. Now it's your turn."

You don't immediately answer, keeping a mutinous silence.

Butcher approaches you with a slow, heavy tread, a killer's prowl, and leans into you, smelling of beer and cologne, and his own congealing blood. You wonder what he makes of your own scent: sweat and sugar, the remnants of perfume, petty irritants for his rudimentary human senses.

Smirking, you say, "You despise us all so much, Billy. I wanted to see what your face would look like when you realised that a Supe had killed you."

"Nah," says Butcher, shaking his head. "I'm not convinced. I reckon you wanted to know how hard a 'normal' like me could hate-fuck you when you got caught in the act."

He shunts a knee between your thighs—each lashed to either side of the chair, conveniently apart—and grinds an apex of bone against you, forcing a reluctant shiver through your core.

You're afraid to move, lest you provoke him; you can't be silent lest Butcher thinks he's won.

At last you settle to hiss between your teeth, "Why don't you just do it? Like you said, I can't use my powers with my hands tied like this. So what's stopping you? Why don't you just do what you want, Mr King Shit of Fuck Mountain?"

"That's not my style," says Butcher, with a sneer. "I want you to ask for it. Beg like the pathetic cunt you are. I'm giving you a choice."

"I'm tied to a chair, genius. I don't have many choices."

"You were trying to murder me, sweetheart. You're lucky you're getting any options."

"You could just let me go."

"And put up with you tormenting me for another bloody month? Not likely."

You burst into sudden laughter and Butcher freezes, his face clouded by sheer loathing. 

"Shut up," he snarls. "Shut up right fucking now."

Butcher makes a fist, and you wonder what he means to do: violet an eye, shatter a tooth, break bone like a glass in some grimy pub. As your laugh continues he aims a punch and misses as you weave your head aside, splitting his knuckles on the back of the chair.

"Shit!"

"You're a hypocrite," you say, as he wipes off the blood. "I know all about you. Your hard-on for killing Supes. You act like you think you're better than us, but really? I think you're a jealous little fanboy."

"Who's the fucking fan here?" snarls Butcher. "Admit it. That little stalking act— you've been flirting with me."

You wrinkle your nose.

"You wish."

"Don't have to wish. I reckon if I was to feel that snatch of yours right now you'd be wet through."

The laughter dies in your throat, and you edge about in your seat, attempting to shimmy your skirt further down over your hips.

"Wouldn't mean anything," you mutter, at last, and Butcher gives you a cunning look.

"Only that getting smacked about by a man who wants to kill you is your cup of tea. And I'm starting to think it is."

He shrugs off his vast coat, throwing it aside. Veins stand out on the backs of his hands and arms, and you realise, suddenly, that he is serious in what he means to do, entirely so. You could die tonight, and the worst of it is that no one would care.

"Make your mind up, Spite," says Butcher. "You know what's on the table. You pick, or I will. I don't think you'd like that. My crowbar wants to make friends with every one of your stupid fucking Supe bones."

The peril of your situation is unavoidable. You move your lips, the sounds escaping at such mite softness that Butcher cranes his ear towards your mouth.

"What did you say? Speak up, darlin'."

With a sudden lunge you snap at Butcher's earlobe and latch on with grinning teeth. Blood crests your tongue in a grisly baptism, and as the man wrenches from your grip you see how badly he wants to hurt you.

"Oh, you sneaky little fucker!" he barks. "That's it; I've had enough of that mouth."

In a punishing scuffle Butcher stuffs another wad of torn fabric between your jaws, thrusting it so far down your throat that you almost choke. Then he drags your hips forward on the chair and scrambles for his zipper, his face murky with rage. 

"You wanna play, Supe? Then let's have some fucking fun."

His fingers pierce your core, twisting deep, and you writhe like a halved worm around them.

Butcher drives his face so close to yours that your foreheads knock together, his eyes the very black of death.

"So I was right. You're making a proper mess, poor little thing."

You attempt to remain defiant, scornful, but you can barely maintain the artifice when Butcher's hand is so deep within you, each rough twitch of his fingers inducing a further slickness. Desperate, you wrench your arms against the ropes that hold them fast, hoping to wear through your bonds.

"Pack it in," snaps Butcher. "Or I will really bloody hurt you."

You believe it, but don't cease your struggling; you never relinquish a fight, whatever the cost.

Cursing, Butcher wraps a fist around your throat, squeezing until you gargle in pain.

"Now you be a good little trollop," he says, "and take my fucking cock, alright?"

He's so hard as he enters you that you see, in his expression, a dark, aching relief, as though soothing a terrible burn.

How long as he thought about this, tortured by your figure twisting and dancing around him through the rain-lashed streets in a miasma of summoned dreams? How close did he come to splaying you across a wall in some filthy alleyway, crushing you like a butterfly under his boot?

Now he has you jailed from your powers he makes you feel weak. How exhilarating that he is capable of this, a man born entirely without super abilities.

With each violent thrust the chair bangs against the wall, swinging a blade of pain up through your middle. Butcher's hands rip at your costume, tearing it between your breasts with an animal malice.

"You're tight," he says. "So fucking tight..."

He kisses your stuffed mouth with a clash of teeth, and the assault sparks the flint of lust in the secret part of you that has yearned to be dismantled by his stark hatred.

Even as you'd schemed to kill him you'd thought this man handsome, admired, coldly, his brutal methods, imagined standing over his corpse, admiring the loss of homocidal life as you might a sun beam in broken glass.

Now you are such fragments in his handling Butcher has no mercy for you. The man is out of control, taking, by instinct, in a berserker state, knowing nothing but the satisfaction of violence.

His cock jars you like a slaughterer's bolt, knifing your warmth with his ever greater heat. There is no talking, for a time, only the fever of his vengeful need. The room resounds with exerted grunts and the squeak of the chair beneath your struggling bodies; the angle of fucking is awkward, and you notice Butcher glancing at your bonds, evidently considering whether or not cutting you loose is worth the risk of you killing him.

At last he barks, "I'm gonna move you. Try anything stupid and you can kiss your kneecaps goodbye."

You nod limply, and Butcher pulls a blade from somewhere and hacks at the ropes with a careless malice, unflinching as he nicks the skin beneath. Keeping only a knot around your wrists he wrangles you over a couch and ruts you, face down, upon it, his fist in your hair, straining its roots.

"This what you thought it'd be like, you fucking brat?"

You try to brace a leg upon the floor, but your foot skids, and Butcher presses you harder against the couch cushions, smothering your ragged breaths.

"Supposed to be superior," he grunts. "Can't even put up a proper fight."

You twist under him, throwing him off onto the floor in a landslide of churning limbs, and as he staggers up after you again he's grinning widely.

"That's more like it."

As he comes for you again you vault yourself over the back of the sofa and roll into a dark corner, loosening the rope across your hands. When Butcher seizes you by the ankles and hauls you towards him you steeple two fingers at the man's forehead and flex.

What you put into his mind is the vilest image your thoughts can conjure, so corrupt that he drops you swiftly and flinches back, his face paling. 

"Fuck me."

For a moment you think that Butcher might vomit, and scrape yourself further across the ground, towards the door, waiting for the inevitable heaving to give you time to run. But he only turns his head and spits a clot of plegm into the dust, his countenance wrenched by a savage glee. 

"I knew you Supes weren't right in the head, but you're really somethin,'" he breathes. "Can see why all your quarry end up bashing their own brains in against the nearest wall. Not me, though, love. You've picked the wrong bastard."

A rare fear eats through you as you dump the last of the rope and scamper up the stairwell towards the street. As you barrel your shoulder into the door at the top it resists you, barely splintering despite your harshest efforts. 

"Supe proofed," says Butcher, smugly, as he comes up the stairs behind you. "At least against half-baked cunts like you that don't even have decent powers."

He slams you against the door, dizzying you in the blow. The next thing you're aware of is being dragged back down to the basement, and although you rail him with blows and waves of toxic thought Butcher manages to lumber back over the threshold again.

"I'm not finished with you," he says, and lets out a yelp as you sweep a foot under one leg, bringing him down onto the concrete floor with a resounding boom.

Spitting out the gag, you snap, "Go on, kill me, fuckface. I'm waiting. Make it good for me!"

"I'll make something bloody good, that's for sure," Butcher retorts, and he pins you on your back, arms trapped beneath you. "I never leave a job half-done."

He kisses you again, his tongue gilding your throat, and you feel his hardness between your legs again, undetered by the fight, likely strengthened by it. This is a man who feeds on brutality: why should his fucking be any different?

This time when his cock enters you his right hand follows, finding your clitoris with a nimble ease. You loathe the way he makes your body jump to his touch, the stupid, whimpering moans that pass your bleeding lips with the ruthless beat of his thrusting.

You detest how easy it is for him to mould your obstinance into something needy and mewling, as though he knew this potential was there from the beginning.

"How's that feel?" asks Butcher, thickly, a devilish blaze in his eyes. "Tell me. Is that good, you little cunt?"

"Yes!" you blurt out, and hate him for making you say it, for the fact that it is true. "God, don't—"

You attempt to bring your knees together, to dislodge his hand, but you can't shift Butcher's weight, only trigger him to fuck you deeper, rolling his fingers between your heaving bodies until you're slick as an eel with perspiration.

"Go on, make some noise," croons Butcher, "'cause you're gonna come so hard you'll forget how much you hate me."

Your mouth opens to protest, but to Butcher's grinning satisfaction you can do nothing but let out hoarse, quavering cries, all rational thought simmered to steam on the pinnacle of your ecstasy.

You've never known pleasure so sharp, so clean. You're still in the throes of it when Butcher bucks against you one last time, flattening you beneath him as he fills you with his groaning release.

He rolls off and lies beside you for a minute, seeming to gaze at the ceiling, with something between disgust and a quiet smugness. 

Then he says, into the lull, "You want a drink?"

You sit up slowly, disliking the precarious wobble in your arms as your brace yourself.

"Why," you say, slowly, "the fuck would I want to drink with you, Butcher?"

Getting to his feet he shrugs, and fumbles about on a table for a bottle of something murky and likely possessing the qualities of turpentine.

"'Cause you're still sat on your arse rather than trying to kill me again, so I reckon you need a bevvy. And I know you ain't got anywhere else to go."

Butcher pours you a shot of the dark liquid and eyes you with a cagey interest when you don't immediately take it.

"I'm the only one of your marks that isn't a Supe," he says. "I haven't figured out your M.O. yet. Be easier to pick your brains when you're pissed. Might loosen you up a bit."

"Not a good idea," you mutter. "Might realise we've got more in common that you think."

You outstretch a hand and pluck the glass from him, sniffing the contents suspiciously.

"Ain't poisoned, Spite," says Butcher. "Be fucking rude, after what we just did."

"It'd be bang on character, then," you reply, coolly, and drain the glass in a wincing swig. "Christ. How do you drink this shit?"

"I've got a strong stomach. Or kidneys. Take your pick. So, now you're watered, speak up. Why did you come after me?"

You wind your arms around your knees and look at Butcher sideways, thinking, with some annoyance, how much your answer will stroke his ego.

"A lot of Supes out there are afraid of you. I just wanted to know why."

#ao3 writer #the boys #the boys fic #billy butcher #billy butcher x reader #dark!billybutcher #dark!fic #tw noncon

[coreene]

WIP Wednesday Saturday

My apologies to everyone who tags me - I absolutely love it when you do but I know I am always super late with doing them. But, on the bright side, this way we can keep the circle going!

Thank you @thisaccountisagainstmywill and @fistfuloftarenths for the tags, I love WIP Wednesday!

I am tagging @my-favourite-zhent @bardic-inspo @beesht @justporo and @tellmeallaboutit as usual no presh and also share your wips even if you're not tagged!

My offering is a piece from chapter 42 of Lorelei's Journal where the gang finally meets Lorelei's mother. 👇✂️

We were walking when I spot someone familiar, walking towards the gates. I stopped in my steps suddenly and the rest of the group hit me in surprise.

"What's the matter?" Gale asked with confusion.

I instinctively walked closer to Astarion. I wanted to hide, I needed to run; I didn't want to see her.

"Eleyarus, what a surprise," my mother spoke in the fake nice tone she used all the goddamn time.

"Mother," was all I could say with how dry my mouth had gotten.

"You look... good." She said in a very obvious, I'm lying, tone in her voice. "Although, I would do something about that dry hair and you're in desperate need of a hair cut, so many split ends." I tried to brush my hair with my fingers after her words and looked at the tips.

"And what is it that you're wearing?" I looked down to my leathers. "At least someone had the good sense to embroider something on it. It couldn't be you though, all those lessons and yours always came out wonky, didn't it?"

I took a step back, towards Astarion. He placed his arm over my shoulder wrapped his hand protectively around my body.

My mother squinted her eyes to the display, her gaze darting from me to Astarion.

The split second when I wasn't under her mocking gaze, I spoke. "What are you doing here, mother? I've never seen you leave Upper City."

She returned her gaze to me with a condescending smile. And there was something wicked behind it. "Oh, your brother wanted to see the circus."

"Fen is here?" I asked with a hopeful tone. I was still mad at him for the way he left but I would be so happy to see him again. I've missed him.

"No, your little brother." She said and turned towards what looked like a nine or ten years old brat who was busy kicking pigeons. I would be mad if he was able to catch up to them but he didn't look very blessed in the athletics.

Suddenly I connected the dots in my head. The timing of the announcement in the paper, telling people I was dead, when she stopped looking for me. It all fit the time he was born.

"Now, we should be leaving. We spend enough time around plebs. Volan come." She said and turned towards the gate as the boy tried his best to catch up to her. He was very slow.

"Mother, leave the city, if you can. It's not going to be safe for a while." I called after her.

She looked at me over her shoulder. "Don't tell me what to do, girl. I know everything better than you do."

And she turned her back completely to us, with the brat following her and walked passed the Fist guarding the gate.

"I'd wish she'd turn into a mind flayer for not heeding your warning, but I don't know if that'll change much for her. She's as emotionless as the illithid." Astarion commented while the rest of us were still in shock.

"That is not how a mother should behave," I heard Gale mutter under his breath.

"I now understand why you ran away." Karlach commented.

I felt my shoulders slump in defeat. "It's fine. I'm used to her. Let's just go back to camp." And hope we never see her again. She could save herself for all I cared.

"No, you need a distraction." Karlach ran in front of us and stood near the stand for the circus. "Let's visit the circus, please."

I smiled at her enthusiasm and nodded. "Alright, I guess we can."

"And we're just in time for the clown show," Astarion spoke with a tired voice "how wonderful."

Karlach darted towards the circus gate, as we followed her in a leisurely pace, Gale was coming from a little behind us. Astarion's arm was still wrapped around me. He pulled me closer to himself and left a kiss to my temples. I cherished the feeling of his cool soft lips on my skin. I felt a headache coming up and it was helping.

"How are you, my love?" He whispered to my ear.

"I'm okay," I looked up at him "and grateful to have you."

He bent his head down for a soft kiss. I breathed him in when our lips touched. "You'll never have to face her alone, as long as I'm here."

For those that do not follow my longfic: Lorelei's mother is a high elf, older than Halsin, and including Volan, she has five children. Lorelei and Volan are the only ones who share a father. The other three all have different fathers and the eldest, Miraren, doesn't actually know hers. It is rumoured to be a star elf, though.

She calls Lorelei, Eleyarus, because that's the name her parents has given her. Lorelei changed it when she ran away.

I was making a family tree to show Lorelei's family but I still can't decide on a design I like so it's gonna be a while for that to see the light of the day.

#wip wednesday #tag games #bg3 oc Lorelei #oc: lorelei #bg3 tav

[mysteryideasgroup]

MSA x Piggy AU Crossover Chapters 1

MSA x Piggy AU Crossover Chapters like Piggy Chapters Book 1 and Book 2

Chapter 1: Intro/Something goes wrong/Under Attack/Meeting Zizzy, Pony and Officer Doggy/It's Rash and Penny!/Arrests Willow 

Chapter 2: Talking Willow to what happened to them/They going to other locations to check what happened to them?

Chapter 3: Investigates Mystery Solves Cases and Chase by Infected/Escape from Infection

Chapter 4: We're in the sewers/they found Gabriel was lost in the sewer/Gabriel was searching for his family/It's Alfis!/You know who you are Song/Alfis was helping them

Chapter 5: Going to check out the mystery place and escape from infection 

Chapter 6: The Scary Mrs. Claire and Mrs. Polly's ragdoll house/They search the exit/It's The Scary Mrs. Claire and Mrs. Polly!/Fauna and Elisa with The Daycare-keeper Animatronic Twins are coming to rescue/Escapes

Chapter 7: Fauna and Elisa with The Daycare-keeper Animatronic Twins meeting them/they are going to next mission/The Backstory of The Spooky Mister Terrence/they founds the abandoned summer camp

Chapter 8: The abandoned Summer Camp/it's The Spooky Mister Terrence/Rescuing the kids in the summer camp/Escape

Chapter 9: They saw Tinsley was in danger/Mr Stitchy's Shadow creatures/Tigry came to the rescue/Tinsley

Chapter 10: Tinsley is orphan and lost/Tigry adopts Tinsley/Tigry tells them about what's going on/The Backstory of the Weeping Woman/they found The Weeping Woman's Deep Dark Woods

Chapter 11: We're in the weeping woman's deep dark woods/They following Tigry/Tigry warns them about the Lonely Llorona could every water everywhere/The Lonely Llorona grabs Vivi's legs/Laura (Me)/Me (Laura) holds Vivi's hand/William (Willow's brother) came to rescue/William (Willow's brother) hits the Lonely Llorona by large wood stick/Willow was happy to see her brother, William again

Chapter 12: They talked to William about what happened to you are end here? We're looking for you everywhere

Chapter 13: The Amusement Park and Circus/Meeting Sabrina/it's The Spooky Mister Terrence and the scary pig clown!/Escape/The Ghost of the Black Charro, TIO and Mr. Stitchy are spying on them who are escaping

Chapter 14: They are walking in night/The Backstory of The Ghost of the Black Charro/they founds The Black Charro's Abandoned Mansion

Chapter 15: The Black Charro's Abandoned Mansion/They found the missing posters of The Investigators teenagers, Budgey was killed, and the sign said "You're exit!"/They are shocked about the sign/Gabriel lost and found his glasses/Josh and Gabriel found The Ghost of the Black Charro and Josh says "Charro?"/The Ghost of the Black Charro goes M3GAN Dance and holds a knife, whip and potion, then Josh says "Oh my gosh!"/Josh and Gabriel are rans for help/Alfis are ready to fight The Ghost of Black Charro Fight/Alfis growls and says "Get to the exit! I'll hold him off, I promise"/Escape/Alfis was survived

Chapter 16: They accidentally enter the portal/Tigry enters the portal and is going to save them/We're in the TIO, Mr. Stitchy and The Ghost of Black Charro's lair

Chapter 17: Tinsley is brave and comes to the rescue with Fauna and Elisa with The Daycare-keeper Animatronic Twins/Gabriel says "Everyone, get to the portal!"/Escape from TIO, Mr Stitchy and The Ghost of Black Charro's lair/We're in the Plant Factory

Chapter 18: Mystery Teams are here at Plant Factory/One of the Mystery Teams says "We want to look for the Cure" to them

Chapter 19: Looking for the Cure was Not Found here in Everywhere/Meets Mr. Potato had Cyborg

Chapter 20: Talking to Mr. Potato, what happened to them?/Not done yet, we need to find the Cure!

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[lotho]

Kaishin in Canon AU pt2

Continuation! (sorry if i fuck up names, i am a eng dub bitch lol)

(Edits, changed the last part of the pervious post lololol)

- Kaito does some detective work and saw the buffoon detective Mouri that his bf mentioned here and there has suddenly gained popularity, which makes Kaito kinda suspicious

- He breaks into the Mouri office and looks around for any clues but finds nothing, he does get interrupted by a particular small detective

-Almost gets his head blown off cause Conan doesn’t recognize him

- Shortly after that, Kaito comes very cheerfully with a horrified Conan saying “Where the fuck is my boyfriend, ran.”

- little Conan is breaking out in cold sweat when Ran mentions Shin’s phone calls to her that he is safe, he is somewhere solving a very secretive case

-Kaito call bull to that as even if shin is shin, he always tells Kaito everything especially if it is a very dangerous cases bc of how much he trusts Kaito and thinks it is just an excuse

- Kaito being Kaito decides that if his bf is refusing communication he is going to be a camp out of the Mouri detective agency until shin is mature enough to communicate with him! (immature vs immature)

- Mouri tries to get rid of him but how do you get rid of someone that just fucking appears out of thin air!??!?!??!

- Unsure if Shin as Conan would be ether really awkward around Kaito or be like a total brat to piss him off, like fuck up his magic tricks and constantly telling him ‘i hate magic’ and that its shit, that he has seen clowns from a circus do better lol

-  Just constantly trying to get rid of him but fails

- Adventures with world’s dumbest detective, a teenage girl who could kill grown men if she wanted to, a dying inside magical secret thief teen and the boyfriend of the magical teen that got shrink and has to hide that^TM

- Heiji would be HILARIOUS cause of how dense that motherfucker would be

- Conan would be trying to shut him up as he talks about meeting shin and how good buddies they are, Kaito is holding in his jealously as Heji just thinks he is the jealous best friend of Kudo and so keeps at it

- Heiji accidentally made himself the other women lmao

- “EH? KUDO THAT IS YOUR BOYFRIEND??” “THIS IS WHY I TOLD YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP-”

-Unsure when Shin would realize he is being a coward but he does eventually turn around (perhaps Kaito being more distressed and actually really fucking worried that their relationship and discussing that with little Conan)

-He would start of with being sorta sweet and apologetic but would quickly become snarky and be like “Ohh so you finally agree it wasn’t my fault” and “please stop being freeloading with ran, she is already dealing with her father’s relationship.”

- Shin still doesn’t discuss his situation and in trade for not telling Kaito they would be in constant contact with daily calls and texts/emails (?)

Happy ending? No, not really.

- “Ah small detective, you have always had a grudge against me, would have not thought it would be you to unmask me.”

- Being Conan he finds out that Kaito is Kid, it is like canon were Conan was chasing Kaito just when bored and simple rivalry

-Kaito got away only because of Conan’s shock

-Shin is distraught, not really because of stealing cause he could look past that but just how much he realized would he ever be able to take down his boyfriend if it came to it? Is he as a detective bringing danger to his boyfriend? Is his boyfriend using him as protection? Because of him being creditable personal if he were to ever get caught?(no of course not, Kaito has given him a red rose since childhood, he loves him because of their history right?) -It is sorta nail in the coffin for Shin, as along with being almost a year since his transformation

-He has not been able to hold his boyfriend, go on dates, kiss, or even just be in a comfort presence with him, there phone calls are fine and full of love but that is not the love his boyfriend deserves

- At this point he isn’t sure if he can even come back to his original form, he is always a step back and step forward even when gaining new alliances (ie- Haibara), would Kaito even wait for him? Shin would not be sure if he would be more broken on the fact that Kaito wouldn’t or he would wait for a person who would never come back?

-What if the organization ever go for Kaito? Figure is Kid and expose him? What if they ever hurt Kaito? How would he live with himself?

- ‘Maybe Aoko is the one to make Kaito happy and not him’ ‘She would make him so much more happier than me.’ Shin thinks  

- So Shin breaks it off

-  the conversation goes something like this?

“I-I don’t want you to be involved.” “Involved with what?! What have you gotten yourself into?!? I would stand with you for everything-” “No, you don’t understand, this is something that even I don’t I would be able to get myself out.” “What?” “I’m sorry” *Hangs up*

- Shin has never been great with dates that were not related to a case, it was a very happy anniversary for Kaito as he looks at the little fake ring he proposed with when they were kids and look at a very new and brought with cash he worked hard for without stealing anything with for his ex-beloved

idk ya could make this happy or worst but this in the end for me (well for now lololol) :D

#angst #detective conan #Case Closed #shinichi kudo #kudo shinichi #kaito kuroba #Kaito Kid #kaishin #shinichi x kaito #fluff #gays #Kaishin In Canon AU

[dafukdidiwatch]

One Piece - Episode 2

It’s actually a lot easier to review one piece now that I’m at episode 2 to be honest. I mean I still have that ping of “oh this came from the anime/manga” or “oh this is pretty different”. But I feel like it’s less prevalent now. I’ve gotten over the shock of OMG LIVE ACTION ONE PIECE GAH and now can actually see it for what it is. Another story. Which is good because Hoo Boy, they do not drop the ball in the second episode

Overview: Luffy, Zoro, and Nami discuss the Grand Line Map. But before they get anywhere with it, Buggy the Pirate Clown has captured them and forced them into his Circus Tent of Terrors to get the map back. While this is happening, Commander Garp is investigating the theft of the map back at Morgan’s Marine Base, and meets a nervous wreck of a cadet Koby just trying to get through his first day. 

So let’s start off with the obvious

Buggy is a nightmare

Holy Shit I mean I know people don’t like Clowns, but they went hard on his craziness. How everyone, even his own crew, is tip toeing on eggshells around this guy. He’s maniacal. Huge inflated sense of self worth and grandiose. Also a psychopath that let people keep their Hands so they can Applaud on cue To Him. Anime was all “ha ha giggles he’s clown wait uh oh he’s actually dangerous”. Naw they ain’t pulling that shit here. Buggy is a threat. Always a threat. 100% destroys everything and tortures everyone to get what he wants. He has some goofy moments like being a dumbass and punching glass like a moron, but he’s 100% Capital B Bad Guy for the entire thing. 

(Which got to say, I was lowkey waiting for Luffy to flip him off. No reason why, I just thought it would be funny at that moment.)

I have mixed feelings on the Buggy-Luffy “join me” type of deal. On the one hand, didn’t really like Buggy calling Luffy an outcast. He isn’t tho. Not like Buggy gave a shit since his whole goal is to mettle for the map. But Luffy wasn’t outcasted or a freak. He’s too happy-go-lucky to let insults like that impact him. And look there, Luffy never really gave into Buggy because yeah he knows who he is and is confident about that. So that felt a bit Meh to me. 

On the other hand, I liked how they handled the parallels between Child!Luffy and Shanks and Current!Luffy and Buggy. Shanks fought the bandits, defended his friends, literally lost an arm to help his kid. And Luffy took those lessons to heart, defends Shanks and his honor, says the same line about hurting his friends against Buggy with Known History to Shanks. The Antithesis if you will. For the live action episode, that felt well written and excellently handled, especially for an audience that might not have seen One Piece before. 

Also the Shanks Fight to get Luffy was super cool. Love seeing the crew in action and beating/killing all the bandits. A little lowkey sad that they didn’t keep the “guns aren’t for threats they’re for action” and the “Fair? What do you mean fair, we’re pirates” line. Those were great lines that really highlight that they are still hardened fighters/pirates that do still kill. But they kept the “Hurt me but not my friends” line so that’s acceptable. 

Sea King animation was terrifying and really cool. Love to see that in action, and we got to see basically Shanks using power of will against the monster to fuck off. Best, love it. Also laughed a bit when I saw Shanks arm just flying into the ocean after the Sea King’s first strike. It’s in the middle of the screen if you pay attention to it. I just thought it was a funny bit that the Sea King didn’t actually eat it, just tore it off. 

Keep rolling with the badguys here, Cabuji coming in with vengeance exposition backstory about how Zoro hunted down him and his brother and killed the brother for a bounty. Tells how badass Zoro is, shows how stoic, serious, and snarky Zoro is in the face of torture and death. Like they are locked in the circus prop section, this entire set up is really good. But I’m just sitting here thinking that Zoro didn’t track them for shit, he got his ass lost for 20 miles and kept running into those guys accidentally. I don’t know if or when the live action would ever touch on Zoro’s shitty sense of direction, but I hope they do. I’m just waiting for that reveal moment. 

I’m glad they are still keeping the mistrust and traitor vibes with Nami here. She never said she’s part of the crew, she tried to dip as soon as she could with outing Luffy’s powers. She hated the devastation that pirates made in the town, while also sneaky enough to have 4 different lockpicking sets. Love a girl bastard and thief. Especially the end hints of her having *le gasp* a secret corresponder snail working for someone! Oh That’s gonna be so good when we get to it. 

Another small thing about Luffy while I’m talking about the crew: Is it weird I find Luffy too smart? I mean, yeah his first instinct was to eat the map. But he’s rubber, his stomach can literally stretch. And the best place to hide something is on your person. Also he figured out the boxes and getting rid of body parts in reality that smart grab was Nami’s ploy. Though I guess the writers thought it would be best to make Luffy a bit more competent than just the original dumbass he was. Maybe the audience wouldn’t latch onto him as much or something. 

But I did love how Luffy states he’s “a different kind of pirate”. Still a pirate. 100% still a pirate. But not the pillaging or destroying kind. The “I can help my friends out just via violence” type. Not afraid to fight, won’t stand rules, just wants to do his own thing without hurting everyone. Given Nami’s stated mistrust on pirates, as well as the rest of the town, it’s nice that we have Luffy to be that distinction of a better pirate. 

Clown outfits and costumes were really on point. Like the design production went all out to make sure everyone is as wacky and crazy as One Piece is known to be. It’s a bit too bad that we don’t actually see all the clowns fight in one go. Like having Zoro kill/defeat them all offscreen felt like a waste. But the core of this episode was definitely focused on Buggy and Buggy v. Luffy. So it makes sense that they don’t want to…share the spotlight. (see I can make bad circus jokes too)

They’re also giving Garp and Koby a bigger spot in the series too. Anime/Manga we sort of forget about Koby until well after a lot of arcs. But now they are tying his story to Garp about Koby trying to be a Marine like how he wanted. He’s a lot more timid with being a marine though. And Garp, really threatening. In the “I’m a powerhouse and we all know this but I’m still polite” type of way. Still like him, and the live action has this as the parallel of “Luffy Pirates” v “Koby Marines” so two sides of the same coin. 

Too bad we didn’t see Morgan going down either. Or how Helmeppo spontaneously became a Cadet while Morgan was still in charge. But that goes under the “clowns killed offscreen” bit. 

Overall, really good horror circus vibes here. All the fight scenes were on point and clever. They are still blending in a lot of the original source material while making smart and fun changes to the story. And my sister wants to blast through the episodes because she just wants to get to the Sanji bits lol. So stay tuned!

#dafukblog #and please bother me about One Piece #I will talk to everyone about One Piece #no matter how far behind I am lol #One Piece #live action one piece #one piece live action #one piece live adaptation #monkey d. luffy #luffy #one piece luffy #roronoa zoro #zoro #one piece zoro #dafukOnePiece #one piece nami #cat burglar nami #buggy the clown #live action buggy #live action buggy the clown

[thetistaboveall]

The Descending and Ascending Of A Hero Part 1

Dick Grayson is on his normal midnight run of Gotham City from his haunting grounds of Bloodhaven landing on Gotham Banks roof top.

He rolls over kneeling on to the scene he is staring down peering in to a strange and eerie occurrence as the cloud of mist faded on to scene.

A familiar sound of whimsical child like lore of music blows in the wildness of the wind images of the past penetrating in to his own mind.

His body shook a bit remembering the busy night his world came to a crushing holt of it all with crowds coming bursting through the grounds.

The screams of children yelling out in to the area, clowns and other members of Hypno circus start to appear to Dicks shock of it all.

The entire campus of the circus appears before his eyes flashes of the big top opens and his entire family takes flight in to the air The Daring Graysons.

His parents rope is cut leaning them falling to the floor of the circus tent Dicks mind is returning to his current reality where a new crime is about to happen.

He flips off the rooftop on to the scene in awe of it all the wonderful feeling of his old life erupts when a strange group of loving employees.

A man walk out in the middle of the campus ready to fight for the total control of the fair Dick Grayson to serve only me his future Master.

“Welcome to the home of The Grand Old Hypno Circus”

“Ok! Who are you? What is this about?”

“I am only here to entertain the masses”

“How? Mind control?”

“Perceptive but so much more”

“I am here to put a end to your reign of terror.”

“Can you list any criminal activities on my part?”

“No! You give me eerie vibes.”

“Fuck off with that.”

“Did I hit a nerve?”

“Actually they did”

“You are so weak”

“Fine then! Here is a gift from you to me.”

“Take a look at this spiral”

“Wait! No get that shit away from me”

“Why the hell would I? Stare in to my minds eye.”

“Fall in to the void of madness”

“Nnnnoooo…..ssssttttoooopppp”

“Release control”

“Give in”

“Nnnnnoooo”

“Yyyyyyyyeeesssss”

“Yyyyyyeeeesssss boi”

“Yyyyeeessss….Ring Leader”

“My love Richard”

“Mmmmmmmm….”

“My love”

“Yes, Ring Leader”

“Take a dive “

“How?”

“Watch the spiral and the light”

“The spiral “

“The light”

“Good boi”

“Yes, Ring Leader”

“I must obey”

“Take knee obey your better”

“‘My purpose “

“My life is yours”

“My body is made to be used”

“Break me”

“Sire”

“I own you “

“Of course”

“Only right”

“To be yours”

“Do as I say”

“Yes, Ring Leader”

The Descending and Ascending Of A Hero Part 2

Bruce Wayne is tired of waiting for an answer from Dick Grayson for weeks on end after he had disappeared and no word to know what happens.

Bruce is currently downstairs in the inner lair of the basement of Wayne Mayor the bats are flying high above the Batcave flying over him.

The Bruce sleeps all day and night for days on end body slump over on to the chair and his head laying chin forward on to his chest snoring away.

“Master Bruce? Master Bruce?” Alfred yells shaking Bruce awake from his deep slumber as his snores crackle.

“What? What Alfred?”

“The Bat signal is on high alert.”

“Nightwing’s signal is on”

“Where is he?”

“Tracking him now”

“I will bring him home”

“Be safe”

“Always”

“Bruce Wayne? How lovely it is to meet you?” A familiar voice calls out.

“Dick? Where are you show yourself?”

“I will when I feel it need be”

“What is the matter with you?”

“You vanished for weeks”

“I had to retreat this god awful city”

“Dick quit it”

“From your awful influence”

“I said STOP IT!”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“Beat in to your submission “

“You really think so?”

In the midst of it all a letter fell from the sky to the ground of the grounds dropping in the light of the night.

The lights hit the letters Bruce walks close to the sight bending over to pick it up in a bit disappointment.

He turn its over beginnings to read the letter he is in total shock at the horrific, evil and absolutely cold shill of his words.

Bruce eyes open wide, his mouth drops slow open, the letter fell as Bruce anger rages up in anger.

His hands form a fist ready to fight his old protege looming figure leads a shadowy silhouette.

A downcast cover ls Bruce’s body in time to see a light shadow backflip in to the scene he lands in the yard.

“Will you head my words? Will you obey him?”

“Who ?”

“The Ring Leader”

“Never heard of him”

“You will soon enough”

“Follow him”

“Be one of him”

“Join us”

“Yes Master”

“Don’t listen to him”

“Dick! Come home with me”

“Zip it! Bruce you have no idea”

“About what?”

“The man is my hero, I love him”

“Own your crap”

“Why can’t you accept the truth?”

“I will make you “

“You live and learn”

The end

[chansroomsblog]

This was my idea of how Chan came up with Circus! Let me know what you think!

“We weren’t supposed to film a music video today, right?” Lee Know spins in a slow circle taking in his surroundings. Han is standing beside him and doing the same thing while Chan starts counting the members to make sure they are all together.

“Well if we were, a circus theme is pretty unique,” said Hyunjin. Surprisingly, he was being calm for once and in a situation that freaking out is more expected.

“How did we get here? Chan, Han, and I were in the recording studio but then we ended up here. I don’t know what happened. Where were you guys?” Changbin went to stand next to Chan who was content after he found all 8 Stray Kids to be standing in the same room. Well, a tent is a more specific description. A circus tent to be exact.

All of the members were in a circus-like tent that was decorated with string lights on the ceiling and benches for the audience around the outskirts. Trapeze swings were hanging above their heads, barrels were stationed throughout the tent, and clown masks littered the floor. Each member was dressed in a variation of checkered shirts and black pants with unique accents. I.N’s hair was split dyed pink and blue on the edges with blonde on top, Hyunjin had a chain hanging from his black jacket, and each member had small details painted on their faces.

“I was making brownies in the dorm with Hyunjin. I had turned around to put a spoon in the sink when I ended up here,” said Felix.

Hyunjin started to walk to stand next to Felix but he hit his foot on a box on the ground. It seemed weird that Hyunjin hasn’t been dramatic up until now but he made up for it as he fell to the ground holding his foot and started to scream! With quick glances toward Hyunjin, the rest of the group moved towards the box to see what it was. As soon as Chan bent down to pick it up, a puppet sprang from the top and all of the boys fell backwards in surprise.

“I hate Jack-in-The-Boxes. And I hate clowns. Someone figure out a way to get out of this tent!” Seungmin wipes the dust from his pants as he gets to his feet and paces the tent looking for a way out.

The rest of the members started to look for an opening in the tent as well when Seungmin called out to everyone.

“I think I might have found something.” All of the other members went to the section of the tent that Seungmin occupied to see what he was pointing out. With all of the member’s eyes on a specific spot of the tent, nobody heard or saw when someone entered the tent.

“If you are trying to find the exit, you are looking in the wrong place.” All of the boys turn around and Chan gets in front of them out of an instinct to protect. His eyes went wide as he saw who had previously spoken.

“Why are there two Chans?” Lee Know looked back and forth between the two but found no answers.

“Are you never surprised by anything? How can you be calm right now?” Han asked Lee Know after he had spoken with a straight face.

“Why do you look like that?“ Felix asked the other Chan as he looked him up and down. The imposter looked like Chan but was extremely skinny instead of Chan’s arms that usually had some muscle to them.

“How have you not found the exit? It’s right here!” Han walked through an opening in the tent.

“Now there is another Han.” Lee Know makes another remark and earns a punch to the side from Hyunjin. Lee Know turns to glare at Hyunjin just as he smiles to earn forgiveness. Lee Know rolls his eyes at Hyunjin’s antics.

“Can we stop kneeling behind Chan? My knees are starting to hurt. I shouldn’t have gone to the gym earlier.” Changbin stood up and the others followed his lead but Chan still stayed in front of them.

“What happened to my waist??” said Han in shock but he wasn’t the only one thinking that. The other Han looked the same but different. The same face but different body shape. Instead of Han’s normal soft features and small build, this Han had packed on a lot of muscle and was wearing very rigid type clothing. The clothing was very different from the soft colors and style that Han usually wore.

The rest of Stray Kids, or the other imposters, walked through the entrance and stood next to Chan and Han.

“Why do they all look so different?” I.N moved to stand next to Chan but he was held back by the arm that his leader stopped him with.

All of the imposters looked like the members of Stray Kids but had an opposite feature. Lee Know was smiling at the other imposters instead of his usual scowl. Changbin was the tallest of the group instead of being the shortest. Hyunjin had a buzz cut instead of his long, blonde hair. Felix wore no makeup but still didn’t have his usual freckles. Seungmin had sharp facial features instead of his usual roundness. I.N had a mullet type hairstyle that was the opposite of his usual hairstyle with short hair and a gap in the front.

“Please tell me how you ended up with a buzz cut so I can avoid that situation at all cost. I like my hair!” Hyunjin stared in horror at his double and the hair that had been lost.

“Ummm, I cut it.” The imposter looked at Hyunjin as if he came from another world for asking such a stupid question.

“Huge mistake. You look terrible!” The imposter rolled his eyes but otherwise kept his resting face intact.

Chan, the imposter, silently walks towards his double. Stray Kid’s Chan backs up and keeps the kids behind him.

“If you want to get out of here and return to where you came from, you need to acknowledge why you are here. What has happened to you recently?” Imposter Chan asked. Stray Kid’s Chan took a second to think.

“Our Oddinary album has just been released and we have received a lot of support for it but JYP is considering disbanding our group for not getting enough attention.” Chan said and it is apparent that the rest of the group didn’t know about this as they looked at Chan. Chan hangs his head so he doesn’t have to meet the eyes of any of the kids and see their disappointment.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Felix asked and Chan could hear the hurt in his voice. He lifted his head and saw that all of the members wore similar expressions of sadness on their faces.

“I was hoping JYP wouldn’t disband us so I never had to tell all of you but he most likely will. I’m sorry and I don’t think there is anything I can do.” Chan says. Felix started to cry and he ran to hug Chan.

“You said you wouldn’t leave.” Tears keep falling down Felix’s face as he hugs Chan tightly as if not to lose him.

“I won’t leave you behind. I promise, Felix!” Chan hugged Felix back as he started to cry as well.

Interrupting the moment, imposter Chan said, “I think the reason why you are here is a way for your mind to come up with a solution to your problem. I hope you realize what you need to do. Now, go do it!” Imposter Chan gently touched Chan’s arm and the world went black with Chan still hugging Felix and the rest of Stray Kids holding on to one another.

“Hey! Chan, you ok?” Han’s voice starts to wake Chan up from a spontaneous nap he must have taken. His head was filled with images and conversations of the kids, the imposters, and the circus tent but he couldn’t make sense of any of it. Chan lifts his head to see Han and Changbin leaning over him with worried expressions.

“Yea, I’m ok. Can you hand me my computer?” Chan asks Changbin who is closer to his bag. Changbin nods and grabs the computer and hands it to Chan.

“Are you sure you’re ok? You just suddenly passed out for a second and we didn’t know what to do.” Chan could hear the panic in Han’s voice.

“I’m ok! I had a weird dream but I think it could be what changes JYP’s decision.” Chan opens his computer and opens an empty document to start typing.

“What decision?” Changbin asks but Chan shakes his head.

“Nothing important. I have an idea for a song and a music video so I want to write it down before I forget. However, Hyunjin has to keep his long hair and Changbin has to stay short!” Chan starts typing as Han and Changbin share a look.

“I’m not short, I’m average.” Changbin whispers and Han tries to hide his laugh but fails. Changbin hits Han in his side and that quickly shuts him up.

“I am sure that this will be what saves us and keeps us together. I made a promise to Felix and I intend to keep it!” Chan whispers and smiles as he gets to work on his new song, Circus!

#kpop fanfic #writing #fanfic #kpop #stray kids #skz #skz scenarios #skz stay #skz imagines #skz fanfic #skz felix #skz hyunjin #skz bang chan #skz lee know #skz changbin #skz seungmin #skz jisung #skz jeongin #fandom #wattpad #sadnees #music video

[wheretheresaway-theresawilliam]

Chapter 29: A Family Favour

Word Count: 964

TWs: Strained parent-child relationships, murder mention

⛤⛤⛤

It took a bit of wandering, even with the map, for Michael to find “Circus Baby’s Circus Ring Room.” It was quiet as he approached the balloon archway that led into the room. Inside, a few children were eating ice cream and drawing on specially-made tablecloths with dry-erase markers. In one of the far corners, he spied his sister.

 Elizabeth and two other girls were engrossed in conversation with the largest animatronic Michael had ever seen; a chubby, feminine clown with a segmented face. Circus Baby herself. Elizabeth sat behind her on a tall stool, pretending to brush her shiny, plastic hair. Michael’s hands curled into anxious fists as he went over to the gaggle, clearing his throat as he came near. The girls looked up. Elizabeth’s friends looked a little weirded out, but her green eyes widened and sparkled at his presence.

“Michael!!” She squealed, practically leaping off of the stool and launching herself against him. He was momentarily shocked, not expecting the joyous reaction. He slowly wrapped his arms around her.

“Lizzy…” He mumbled, closing his eyes, relishing the kindness for a few moments before holding her at arm’s length. “Lizzy, I--”

But she had already looked back over her shoulder at her friends. “Cameron, Violet, this is my older brother, Michael!”

“Hi,” Cameron greeted shortly. Violet simply waved.

“What are you doing here?? Does dad know??”

Michael grimaced, waving his hands down. “Don’t tell him I’m here, please, Elizabeth. And I can only stay for a short while, I need to ask you a favour…”

“Why didn’t you just call home??”

He swallowed. “Because William wants to pretend he never had two sons, alright? Now just, sit still and listen to me… please…”

“Okay… what is it? You look like you haven’t slept in a week, by the way. And what’s with the accent?”

“Never mind that. Does William have any photos of all of us, still? Before he lost all that weight from the springlocks incident.”

“Yeah, I think there’s still one on the bookshelf in the sitting room, but he’s turned it around…”

“Great. Can you put it in the mailbox when you get home, while William’s not looking?”

Elizabeth’s brow creased and she folded her arms. It reminded him of William. “Why would I do that?? Where do you want to mail it to?”

“I don’t want to mail it anywhere, I’m going to pick it up myself when everyone’s asleep.”

“Why?”

Michael glanced over her head. Circus Baby was staring at the two of them, recording the entire conversation with her high-tech eyes. Big and green, just like Elizabeth’s. He lowered his voice and turned them both away from the animatronic. “Just trust me on this, Lizzy. I need it for something really important.”

She kept her arms folded, tapping her foot impatiently before huffing. “Okay, but what if dad catches me??”

“Lie. I don’t know, come up with something about wanting to clean it, or maybe you’d just like to look at it again. Reminisce.”

She bit her lip. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Mikey.”

“You’ll do it?”

“Only because you’re my brother… even though I hate going against dad…”

“You’re not going against him by helping me. I promise you.”

Elizabeth extended a pinky. “Pinky promise?”

Michael hooked his around it. “Pinky promise.”

She nodded as their hands fell away from each other. Suddenly, she grinned, grabbing his hand. “Come meet Circus Baby! Dad made her just for me!”

“Oh--! Er, Elizabeth, I told you, I can’t stay long, what if William sees me--??” But he was being dragged closer to the animatronic against his will.

“Baby, Baby!! This is my brother, Michael! Say hi!!”

Circus Baby regarded him for a moment. “Hello, Michael.” Her voice was softer and less exaggerated than he had been expecting.

“Hi…”

“Elizabeth’s never told me about you before.”

“Not because I didn’t want to!” Elizabeth quickly covered up, face burning. “It just never came up, honest!”

“You don’t need to explain yourself, Lizzy…”

“However, I think you’re in my database, for some reason…” Her gaze was unwavering. Michael felt like a bug under a microscope.

“Elizabeth, I swear if this thing’s a narc…”

“Circus Baby, please don’t tell my dad Michael was here! Please, please, please!!” She was literally begging on her knees in front of the seated animatronic.

“Do you want me to delete all information regarding ‘Michael Afton’ from my systems?”

Elizabeth nodded. There was a pause before the animatronic made an error sound. “I’m sorry, but it doesn’t seem I have the authority to perform such an action.”

“Welp, you tried.” Michael sighed. “Lizzy, I’ve gotta go…”

“Okay…” Her expression was sad as she got up off the floor. She hugged him again. “Stay safe.”

He pat her head affectionately. “You too. Thank you.”

That night, an hour before his shift, Michael swung by his old home. He tried to avoid looking directly at the house itself, knowing he’d be caught like a deer in headlights if he did. He brought his car up to the curb, rolled down the window, and opened the dark blue mailbox. Inside, he found the photograph. A framed picture of William, Margarete, Michael, Elizabeth, and Evan at an Easter Sunday service. Appearing so civilized that nobody would believe the horrors behind their locked front door. He took the photo to Freddy’s, intending to show it to the Marionette in an attempt to dig up the life it lived before death. Charlie was the only one killed outside of the restaurant. And he could only be sure about that because her body had been found. So where had William put the others? That damned locked backroom?? He hoped against it, but no answer to this question would be pleasant.

#fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf fic #michael afton #elizabeth afton #accursed heritage au

[the-faramir]

Niji-iro Midori: The Reluctant Ringmaster

Chapter 3: Hi-Diddle-Dee-Dee, a Carny's Life For Me

Mistress Dusklight returned with her newest charges to the Celestial Menagerie and had her medics attend to their wounds. Over the next few weeks, Dusklight met with Midori and the others individually and wove her unctuous web of magical charms, psychological abuse, and intimidation to break their spirits and ensure their loyalty to her. However, Midori still expressed a desire to go back home to her extended family. Mistress Dusklight could not tolerate any of her "new family" to have any remaining desire to return to the outside world.

Handsome Frankie the orc clown escorted Midori from the tent where she had been recovering to the interconnected wooden trailers where Mistress Dusklight kept her office and quarters. They arrived at the entrance to the foyer where Makok, Mistress Dusklight's half-orc bodyguard, stood guard, a spear in his right hand. "Mistress wants to talk to this one," Frankie jabbed a thumb in Midori's direction. Makok nodded and let them in.

The foyer was decorated with crimson red curtains, richly stained wooden furniture, painted silk room dividers, and a variety of shiny knickknacks. Midori noticed the sharp contrast between Mistress Dusklight's chambers and the spartan tents that housed the other circus folk. The decor reminded her momentarily of her family home in Minkai; a wave of homesickness washed over her.

Frankie directed Midori through the door to the second trailer, which had been divided into partitioned-off bedchambers and the office where Mistress Dusklight sat waiting.

"Midori. Come here and heed me well. No, do not stare at the floor, but look at me. At me. In the eyes!" Locking her eyes with Midori's, Mistress Dusklight's eyes lit up with a golden glow of magic power and she began to work her control spell. Midori's eyes glazed over slightly. "Little kit, you should be grateful that I took you in. No one else would. No one else wanted you. Where is your Niji-iro clan now? Did they come to your rescue when your parents left you? No! Who came for you? Answer me, whelp!"

Midori could only admit, "You did, Mistress Dusklight."

"Who took you in? Who took care of your wounds? Who filled your empty belly with costly food free of charge? Who gave you space in a warm tent with warm straw to sleep on?"

Succumbing to Dusklight's power more and more, Midori replied, "You did, Mistress Dusklight."

"You owe me everything. You are such a disappointment to me; to me, the one who bends over backward to give you a better life! But you! You never do anything right. You haven't lifted a grubby paw to help out around here—!"

"I was hurt and bleeding—"

"Don't you dare interrupt when your betters are speaking!" Dusklight struck Midori across the face sideways with the back of her hand. Midori looked up at Dusklight with an expression of shock as tears started to well up in her green eyes. "Watch yourself or else you will taste the lash of my whip! Impudent ones will not earn happiness in my circus! Cheeky children will never build friendships here! Do you want a future? You are nothing without me. Stupid child! You are a disgrace to this family!"

As Dusklight's tirade grew more and more frantic, her words and magic wove into mystical cords so tight and strong that they bound Midori's very soul to her.

“You are lucky that I love you. No one else will ever love you like I do. You must pay me back! Reciprocity!" Small drops of spittle flew from Dusklight's lips. "You will make yourself useful. You are small and weak, but you are quick and nimble. Those tiny fingers of yours will find purpose! Learn thimble and needle! Learn whisk broom and dustpan!" Dusklight leaned in more closely, nose-to-nose with Midori. "Learn to find coin to bring back to me. As long as it's not from our family, I care not where it comes from." Dusklight drew back and straightened up to her dull height, towering over the diminutive Kitsune. "Become a useful member of the Celestial Menagerie family—" Dusklight's face twisted into a sadistic, toothsome grin as her eyes flashed with mad energy. She unhooked her coiled whip from her belt and yanked it taut in front of herself with both hands. "—OR ELSE!"

As a young child, Midori wasn't of much use to the Celestial Menagerie immediately. But Dusklight provided her with food, shelter, and utilitarian work clothing in exchange for Midori's loyalty and willingness to be trained in whatever the circus saw fit. Midori learned basic janitorial skills to keep the circus clean and presentable. She picked up some seamstress tricks to help repair the performers' costumes and keep her own uniforms from falling apart. She learned the dark, hidden secrets of crafting cotton candy, popcorn, and caramel apples. She even convinced old Pokeroot the gnoll handyman to teach her how to pick locks. You know, in case of emergency.

Despite Mistress Dusklight's discouragement, Midori made friends in the Celestial Menagerie quite easily. Not so much with the rough-and-tumble security guards or the grumpier clowns, but with the kinder, gentler circus folk who had previous lives outside of the circus.

Itty Bitty, a seven-foot-tall orc clown, declared herself to be Midori's big sister almost immediately. She knew how rough the Celestial Menagerie could be and felt that the diminutive kitsune would do well with a little protection.

Early on, Midori met Toby, a red-headed human boy around her age. They took one look at each other, smiled, and pointed at each other's hair in glee. Toby exclaimed, "Your hair is like mine! Let's be best friends!" They became practically inseparable from that point onward.

Midori also befriended Mistress Dusklight's lover, Myron Stendhal, a tall human with well-groomed facial hair and a booming voice, whom his friends would call "Thunder." Midori reasoned that, since Mistress Dusklight was her Mama (she hated being called that and would snap at Midori every time she called her that), then Myron should be her Papa. She started calling him "Papa Thunder," which Myron found endearing, but Mistress Dusklight found even more infuriating. Midori would only call him by his nickname in private after Dusklight threatened her with her whip if she ever heard the moniker again. Myron enjoyed playing with Midori, sometimes chasing her around the circus grounds while making dinosaur noises.

A few years later, as it would turn out, Myron had a falling out with Dusklight. Midori was not anywhere near the incident to see what happened, and the other circus folk were strangely tight-lipped about the details, no matter how many times she asked. She did, however, find a note that Myron had left on her bunk before he disappeared: "It's not safe here. Find me in the fields just outside Abberton if you can ever get away. I will always have a place for you, little kit." As time went by, Midori heard through the grapevine that Myron was looking to start up his own circus with an aging circus performer known as The Professor. Midori's mind was too clouded for her to even think about leaving the Celestial Menagerie.

During communal mealtimes, some of the circus folk would play musical instruments and sing. Midori started joining them and quickly found that she had an excellent singing voice and a talent for improvisation.

Despite Mistress Dusklight's control over her and having the circus as her adoptive family, Midori missed both her real family and her real home greatly. But Bufurug, a pug-faced shoony and one of the cooks who lived his life outside as a druid before joining the Celestial Menagerie, was able to make deep-fried tofu and savory noodles for her that tasted fairly close to the ones her mother used to make, which helped to take the edge off of Midori's homesickness.

Midori frequently spent time with Bufurug, not only because he would sneak her some extra treats from time to time, but also taught her how to speak the language of his people.

As she grew older, Midori was given more responsibility and more important jobs.

When Midori grew into adolescence and had a sizeable growth spurt, she began work as a stagehand. She worked long and hard on the job and honed her strength and dexterity, but she yearned for more.

A few years later, Midori asked to be transferred to concessions duty, working with Toby and his team. Midori had thought that this would be the perfect job, as she would have more time to spend with Toby during her work shifts and less time carrying heavy objects that would hurt her lower back.

However, selling snacks to the audience rarely allowed time to socialize. Moreso, unfortunately, Dusklight managed the sales so that Midori and the others had to purchase their own concessions to sell at whatever profit they could get. Midori would rarely break even. But as sneaky as Midori was, she found that she could get away with picking the pockets of her customers under the cover of taking payment, making change, and fumbling the treats into her customers' hands. Mistress Dusklight didn't mind a little bit of light thievery, as long as Midori didn't get caught in the act and, more importantly, as long as Dusklight got her percentage as tribute.

Soon, Midori grew to adulthood and the time came when Midori was able to try her hand at performing to earn her keep.

Midori was quite agile, so she tried her hand at the high wire. Unfortunately, she discovered that acrobatics and tumbling

were not her forté, and she nearly injured herself while falling off.

Mistress Dusklight heard of Midori's reputation for joking around, so she had Midori put on a costume and greasepaint to join a rehearsal session with the clowns. This plan also fell through because Midori spoke far more than a mostly silent role would allow, she dodged two pies that other clowns threw at her face, and she hogged the spotlight in general.

After the clown fiasco, Mistress Dusklight thought that she could work Midori into a stage magic act. She brought Midori to the big top one day to audition. Dusklight looked her up and down. "Midori, as a kitsune you can change forms. That ability could make you useful as a magician's assistant in some of the illusions. What is your alternate form?"

Midori shifted uncomfortably. "Tailless, Mistress Dusklight. That is…the human form, I mean."

"I haven't seen you out of your normal form in all the years you've been here. Why is that?"

"Don't like to shift. Human form is…weird…to me."

"Well, time to 'put on your big girl panties,' grow up, and get used to it. We'll have you shift forms in the 'magic cabinet' during the act. Let me see what we have to work with. Show me your human form."

"Yes, Mistress Dusklight." Midori concentrated for a second and her form began to shift quickly. Her fur and tail retreated as her ears, bones, and joints changed size and shifted positions. The costume Midori wore stretched and contracted along with her changes due to her inherent transformation magic. Seconds later, Midori stood in front of Mistress Dusklight and the other performers as an adult human Tian-Min woman, red hair and green eyes and all, wobbling awkwardly on her bare-footed tiptoes. She began to shiver as she fell back onto her heels with a soft thud. "It's cold like this." She inhaled deeply through her nose. "I can't smell anything. And it's dark in here." She pulled at her costume. "This itches. How do humans wear these things? Do we have this in silk?" Then she froze as she saw everyone's eyes fixed on her. "What? Guys? What?" Kitsune were uncommon on the Isle of Kortos, but not unknown. However, nobody in the Celestial Menagerie had ever seen a kitsune shape-shift in person, especially not one who shifted into a human form with a face whose classic beauty rivaled that of depictions of the goddess Shelyn.

Midori caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby dressing mirror. For a fraction of a second, she felt that she was looking into her mother's face ["Mama?" A faint memory stirred in the back of her head...] during shape-shifting practice back home in Minkai ["Back…home?" Cords of magic that bound her soul unraveled ever so slightly...], but the realization that she was looking at herself as an adult human for the first time quickly hit her. Her reflection was alien to her, unfamiliar, grotesque, nothing like how she saw herself in her natural form. Nothing looked right. She felt as if the tent was spinning; her self-consciousness broke over her like an ocean wave. She slowly turned around, her eyes darting back and forth to all of the pairs of eyes locked onto her. She felt like a game animal cornered by hunters. She realized that a few of her co-workers were leering at her, ogling her, smiling lecherously. Trembling and wrapping her arms around herself, she opened her mouth to speak, but only a shrill, scared squeak escaped her lips.

Growing impatient, Mistress Dusklight commanded, "Midori! Focus! Walk to the edge of the ring and back. Get used to moving in this form." But Midori could only look back at her with her human face frozen in a mask of fear.

"I gave you an order!" Dusklight stepped backward and lashed Midori on the back with her whip. "My whip compels you! Obey!" Although the whip of compliance magically motivated Midori to move, her fear won out and kept her frozen on the spot. "I said move, damn you!" Dusklight lashed out again, but Midori remained immobile, only yelping in pain as another welt rose on her back.

"Jellico! Gnatalya!" Dusklight turned to two of the clowns watching nearby. "Throw her in the oubliette!" The garishly dressed clowns, one an orange-haired human man and the other a tawny gnoll woman, moved toward Midori, who found her voice upon seeing a new threat.

Midori turned to face the human clown, gestured with both of her palms as if to stop him, and screamed, "Don't you dare touch me!" Her eyes flashed green. From ten feet away, Jellico jerked backward slightly with a look of surprise as if he had stumbled into an unseen spider web, and then his eyes went blank as he stopped in his tracks, dazed.

Gnatalya, however, was unaffected. She scooped Midori up with a full-throated, unhinged burst of laughter, taking her toward the tent's exit. Surprised, Midori quickly reverted back to her natural form. She flailed and shouted in protest, hitting the gnoll clown with her tiny fists to no avail on their way out.

"And get Adrivallo over there to start on her…re-education." Dusklight grinned wickedly with schadenfreude.

Days later, once Midori had been brought back to a more amenable mood, Mistress Dusklight continued to find a suitable job for her.

"Seeing as how you are such a loudmouth and love causing a scene, we shall see how you fare as a barker. You have your uniform and your cane. Now," Mistress Dusklight leaned in toward Midori, nose to nose, "sell me a ticket."

Midori cleared her throat as she straightened her new green barker's jacket and adjusted the angle of her green-trimmed straw hat with her cane. She came up with not only a sales pitch, but a melody as well, all made up on the spot.

🎵🎵🎵

Come one, come all, to the greatest show on earth Where wonders and marvels await you in the Celestial Menagerie See the amazing feats of Mistress Dusklight and her troupe of stars They’ll dazzle you with magic, skill, and charm

Don’t miss this chance to witness the rare and the exotic From the catfolk acrobat to the dragonkin fire-breather From the unicorn rider to the griffon tamer From the merfolk singer to the sphinx riddler

You’ll never find a more thrilling spectacle Than the Celestial Menagerie So hurry, hurry, step right up And get your tickets now

Before they sell out

🎵🎵🎵

Mistress Dusklight arched an eyebrow. "Not bad. Perhaps I have found your calling after all. Now show me how to pull rubes up to a carnival game."

Midori shifted to quick-paced prose, clearly and carefully emphasizing salient details to pique interest: "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, step right up and try your luck at the most exciting carnival game in the land! Welcome to the Celestial Menagerie, where Mistress Dusklight has gathered the most amazing creatures and performers from all over the world! And now, for a limited time only, you have a chance to win a fabulous prize by playing the Silver Piece Pitch game!

"All you need to do is toss a silver coin onto a board with random marks on it. If your coin lands on a mark, you win a prize! It's that simple! And the prizes are out of this world! You could win a stuffed unicorn, a dragon scale necklace, a mermaid tail, or even a ticket to see the exclusive show of Mistress Dusklight and her troupe of stars!

"But hurry, hurry, don't delay! This game is only available for a short while, and the prizes are going fast! Come on, give it a try! You have nothing to lose and everything to gain! Just one silver could make you a winner at the Celestial Menagerie!"

Hearing not one but two mentions of her name in the sales pitch stroked Dusklight's ego.

"Congratulations on your promotion. Now go make me proud!"

And, with that, Midori began her career as a carnival barker. She worked hard and learned much.

Until that fateful night.

Chapter 1: We Are On a Diplomatic Mission to Absalom

Chapter 2: The Circus Arrives Without Warning

Chapter 4: Not My Circus, Not My Monkeys

Chapter 5: One Does Not Simply Walk Into Abberton (Coming Soon)

Chapter 6: The Circus of Wayward Wonders (Coming Soon)

#pathfinder #pf2e #extinction curse #kitsune #ai artwork #character backstory #original character

[fanficwriter284]

Circus

Requested by the lovely @eisoptrophobe

Gloria belongs to @twyz

And Chelsea (She's yellow this time because Glen's in this fic and I wanna avoid confusion)

The Rays had finally arrived at their final destination, after being stuck in mind-numbing traffic for hours on end. Which had sent the infamous redhead into an agitated mood. However, his anger quickly faded upon seeing his kids' expressions to their final destination. The Circus. In all honesty, Chucky was shocked that they were even still around since people rarely left their houses these days. Why leave the comfort of your own home to deal with annoying people, that simply got in your way? He quickly regained his train of thought for it to only be run off the rails, by Tiffany, who was trying to touch up the makeup she forcefully applied onto his face, to cover up his many scars.

"God damn Tiff stop"

The blonde retracted her hand, giving an annoyed eye-roll, and playfully pinched his cheek.

"Goddamn it woman"

He couldn't help but grin shaking his head trying to conceal his expression.

"MOM DAD HURRY UP"

"Glenda they're aging you gotta give them time to get here, Dad already walks with a cane"

"HEY! First, I ain't even walking my damn cane. Second, I need it for my damn limp, second your Ma's slow poke. It ain't me"

"Asshole"

"Hurry Up! I wanna get one cotton candy"

"I just wanna get inside"

After what felt like forever the family finally gathered all their sacks and other junk foods and took their seats. Chucky had a massive bucket of popcorn with loads of buttery deliciousness, with it seeming to glow golden, Tiffany with her own because her husband doesn't like sharing. Glen with a large grape soda, and a cinnamon pretzel, Glenda with loads of gummies and a soda, Gloria her own cotton candy and a drink, and Chelsea with a churro, water and napkins because she isn't getting a single stain on her marron suit.

While they had been waiting Chucky was scrolling through his phone, ad texting. When the flashy lights and music came on Tiffany elbowed him, to get him off the screen. He groaned yet he complied, putting his device on silent. They watched as the first few performers to the stage. They were all dressed in fancy outfits, bright and shiny grabbing the attention of all the people in the area who came to watch the show. They had done wild tricks flipping in the air, and leaping from great heights. Everyone in the crowd clapped and cheered, watching the show in amazement. Another act entered with a motorcyclist, circling the bottom area, and trapezing artist swinging from the ceiling. Animals had been brought out, doing all sorts of fancy tricks, getting the crowd's cheers of glee.

"Damn even I'll admit that was cool"

Gloria took a handful of popcorn from her dad's bucket and nodded in agreement. Chucky gave her an eyebrow raise and let it slide, he was willing to share with his kids.

"Yeah"

Chelsea tugged a bit on her sister's sleeve and motioned for her to share some of the cotton candy. Her older sister handed it to her and continued watching the show. The youngest of the Ray took a smile bit and squinted her eyes, the treat was too sweet for her liking, and took a sip of her water, handing the candy back to Gloria. The twins were locked in with watching the show.

"How much you wanna bet the tiger eats him"

"It won't eat him"

"You don't know that.....I'm going with 20"

"...Oh Glenda"

The clown act had taken root, with all of the clowns goofing around, making gags trying to get a laugh out of the crowd. Glenda elbowed Chucky smirking widely.

"Hey dad....that one looks like you"

".....very funny"

The show eventually came to an end with the vast amounts of performers bowing and waving at the crowd, enjoying the vast amount of praise. The Rays had exited throwing away popcorn buckets, empty wrappers, and soda.

"Oh shoot.....looks like there's gonna be traffic"

".............DAMNIT"

#Rays #twyz #Gloria #Chelsea #Chucky #Tiffany #Circus #The Fam

[switchydogboy]

For my lovely and adorable little doll @the-new-ginger-switch / @the-inactive-ginger-switch

TW: light to moderate restraining, circus, and clowns

A Lovely Night at the Circus

Ginger walked along the sidewalk on her way home, just waiting for something interesting to happen that would set the day apart from her mundane stroll. She sat on a nearby bench and closed her eyes for a bit when she heard faint music. She got up and looked around, seeing what looked like an enormous tent surrounded by lights. She walked closer, and the music got louder, revealing it to be the traditional circus theme music. Ginger had loved the circus ever since she was a little girl.

"Is that..a circus tent? it looks so pretty!" she said, fixated on the tent. She ran down the sidewalk excitedly, slipping through the gate and running through the entrance of the tent just as an announcer came onto stage.

"LLLLADIES, GENTLEMEN, GENDERS OF ALL KIND, WELCOME TO THE CIRCUS OF LAUGHTER!" a loud voice boomed, all coming from the ringleader.

He was tall, slender, and a bit pale, almost like an emo person. He wore black slacks, a nicely designed purple jacket, and a tall top hat.

"For our act, I will need a volunteer! how about...you there!! yes you, with the beautiful ginger hair, why don't you come on up and give me and my dear associates a hand~?"

Ginger shyly rose up and walked up onto the large stage, realizing that the ringleader was covered from head to toe in feather accessories; his tie was a giant feather, and she realized that his jacket had specially embroidered feathers on the sleeves.

"Now, dear girl, tell me something~ are you ticklish~?"

"Now what kind of question is that? i thought i was up here to participate in something!" Ginger said, not yet realizing what she just got into.

"Oh but you are, my dear! I could even go as far as to say you are the main attraction~!"

"Now then, im going to have my dear assistants help me with this!"

Two tall people dressed as clowns come out and push a large box onto the stage. The light beamed in gingers eyes, and she realized that there was nobody else there in the entire tent except for who was on stage!

The ringleader opens the box and motions for you to lay down. You reluctantly do so, as he closes and locks it.

"Now, everybody, my next job is to split this dear girl in two, and i will prove to you that the trick can be done!"

The ringleader held up two plates and swung them downward, however ginger never felt a think. What she got the most shock out of was being able to see her feet sticking out of the other box!

The ringleader boomed again "Now, everyone, to prove this magic to you, I shall make the girl laugh!"

Ginger squeaked as she watched him pull two big feathers from his hat. The ringleader took the first feather and began stroking it up and down gingers foot, sending her into wild laughter.

"NAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAAHAHA LEHEHEMME GO!!!"

The ringleader laughed as he tickled. "Awww, but where's the fun in that? we'd lose our main attraction!"

He began wiggling the feather under her toes, sending her into silent laughter. Despite her protests, Ginger was loving every minute of this, and she didnt want the RL to stop tickling. She weakly batted at the

inner side of the box, but to no avail, she was stuck with her feet exposed, defenseless, and under an attack of feathers!

After a while, the ringleader decided to be nice and let Ginger go. He put her back together and unlocked the box, helping her out.

"So did you have fun at the circus~?"

"Ihihii dihihiddd, thahahankuuu!"

The ringleader booped her nose, and gave her a brightly colored feather to remember the circus by.

"Come back again, dear, the circus always welcomes you!!" The ringleader said before they parted ways into the night.

The End!

#tickling #tickle fic #circus tickle

[friendlyneighborhoodborg]

Julerose AUs

No matter where, in any universe, I'm yours.

These two background gays and their wholesome vibes are almost single-handedly keeping me in the miraculous fandom, I swear to god. You could put these two in anything that isn't Miraculous and it would be all the better for it.

Such is the nature of many conversations I've had with @le-chiggin-nuggie over the years, coming up with AUs that these two could (and rightfully should) be the stars of. I'm posting some of our favorites up here in the hopes it will intrigue and inspire- we've had a lot of fun coming up with them, and writing little bits for them, and I want to share that with you guys here.

Description of each AU under the cut:

Starting on top left and going clockwise...

Carnaval Clandestin. This is an idea of mine that I'm currently writing a full story for. I've seen a few of circus-ey type AUs, and I am absolutely trash for spooky carnival stuff, so I decided I'd throw my hat in the ring. These performers may lean heavily into shock value and creepy stuff, but it's all in good fun. They don't mean any harm, really. Juleka in this AU is the mysterious head clown, nicknamed "Reflekta." She has shapeshifting abilities and can look like anyone else, and takes no small amount of pleasure in using her abilities to scare the living hell out of patrons. Rose, or "Princess Rose," as she likes to be called, is a budding alchemist who sells novelty and remedial potions out of her snake-oil caravan.

Pirate and Fairy. This is what you get from trying to overanalyze Peter Pan, a stupid book which has no cohesion and makes even less sense than Wonderland. Pirates and fairies are a fantastic combo, however, and since Juleka's mom is literally a pirate and Rose acts like she was pulled out of Cinderella, that's what this picture is. I just drew a simple, generic action scene, no actual story behind it. This just seems like the logical conclusion for a high fantasy or DnD AU, but anyone can do what they want with this. Nugg's also suggested Rose as a mermaid, I know Princess!Rose is popular, and all of them work just as well.

Teen Titans Crossover. This is a favorite of Nugg's, putting Rose in the shoes of Starfire and Juleka in the cloak of Raven. Pretty self-explanatory here. Others may have their rosters, our reasoning is such: Kim is Beast Boy and Max is Cyborg, and sometimes they're paired off as well. Nathaniel takes Robin's role, Alix is X, Chloe's Terra and she LIVES, Marinette and Adrien are Jinx and Kid Flash, and everybody else is everybody else.

Death and the Vampyre. This one came about after listening to too much Steam Powered Giraffe. "Delilah Morreo's" throwaway line about the eponymous vampire queen being friends with Death, coupled with familiarity with Discworld's interpretation of Death, led to this idea. Perhaps Juleka is a vampire who's been stuck in her castle for hundreds of years, explaining her dated clothing. Perhaps Rose is the chipper "new" Death, who does the duty with pep and respect. They meet. Sitcom antics.

Angel. Nugg's idea, and a very interesting one. It's forbidden for celestial beings to fraternize with mortals... but that's not stopping Rose from playing favorites. A bit of good luck to brighten Juleka's gloomy day, perhaps, or some divine inspiration on her music. If she were only able to be seen by her... That's the setup, the rest is up to the prospective storyteller.

Different Heroes. Nugg's currently in the process of writing a story involving a full new set of Kwamis. Rose, or "Princess Oz," holds the Lion here whilst Juleka, "Corbeau," holds the Raven. Given how that last season ended, the side characters may need new kwamis anyway. And making Rose's new miraculous a crown and Juleka's a capelet? *chef's kiss* Immaculate.

Wonderful. Here's one we don't see around too often in any fandom- a crossover with Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. Gotta love those classic madness vibes, and it's so old that which Wonderland you use is like a sliding scale from Disney Animation to American McGee. That, and I've been on a total Alice kick ever since I found the Royal Ballet production online, which everyone should watch at the earliest convenience.

Well, that's seven AU ideas to inspire art from everyone! Many thanks to @le-chiggin-nuggie for their contributions and for being an incredible fount of creative ideas. All these ideas are free to use or change however you want. And Happy Pride, everyone.

(Image Id: A circle of seven drawings depicting Juleka and Rose in each of the described AUs, surrounding a bubble which reads "In any universe, I am yours.")

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