#and ur freaks

[shigarakitomura]

got limited on twitter because I told xqc to 'kay why ess' so I'm here to not be silenced and say that I hope xqc and dream and gnf and wilber soot all kill themselves in 2025 I am manifesting it for this year I will find so much unbelievable joy from it but rn I just need dream to do it. like immediately I hate that man I hate him so much I'll even do it for him if he's too pussy

[kiras-law]

light "if someone tries to read my diary i will set my drawer on fire" yagami

[pupdaughtr]

if u raped me i would cum against my will & then feel really guilty and dirty about it btw (flirting)

[bakedbananners]

nosebleed

[bl00dalchemist]

We deserved more monster Orochimaru tbh.

[anyataylorjoys]

#real for that

[deltabyss]

What are you staring at?!?

screenshot redraw of this moomins scene >:3c

[alvinjrsgun]

happy father's day to shauna shipman's dating (homoerotic eye-contact) history

[lemongogo]

rmbr when knives squished legato like a bug

[peachybunana]

THEYRE HERE AND THEYRE REAL

[askivv]

okay, but like, who the fuck keeps telling dream he was the reason dsmp was popular ? mfer, ur villain character was outdone by fucking Jschlatt . who didnt even want to be there . You were on the same server as Technoblade . sit the hell down .

[deadbaiit]

How Much Sweeter?

Pierrot x GN reader

Word count: 1,193

(my writing is a little rusty so bear with me! I hope you enjoy regardless though! Game is The Freak Circus on Itch.io)

After meeting with Pierrot for the first time, you grow a little attached and decide to repay the favour for all of the gifts he has been bringing you.

A chance meeting, ruby red flowers, and warm chocolate chip cookies.

It’s a beautiful day outside- despite the late autumn season, it was surprisingly warm.

Your days off at the cafe had been sparse since your coworkers' recent disappearance. Your boss and you had been working especially hard during the days you were working to make up for the absence and also for the influx of customers indulging in warm drinks to make up for the cold weather.

But like a breath of fresh air, Sunday had reached you- and now you had a well earned day off.

You decided to reward your day off with a walk through the park to enjoy the surprisingly nice weather.

The walk started with wandering the adjacent garden that surrounded the paths. You took your time admiring the blooming fall blossoms.

That led you to now, sitting on a wooden bench gently warmed by the sun- colourful petals surrounding the greenery and emitting a soft scent into the breeze.

You delicately swiped your fingers along the petals of a deep red chrysanthemum that laid next to the bench. The ruby of the flower reminding you of the gift the mysterious character you had met the other day had given you- The paper flower that you had gently placed into a vase, the sentiment was sweet- caring for plants was never your strong suit, so having a gift of its likeness that would essentially live forever put a smile on your face.

The kind Pierrot, the one that had gifted you that flower, and showed you around the circus.

Your mind kept drifting back to him, you had hoped on the walk here you would’ve seen him performing on the streets so you could give him a gift yourself.

Alas, it must have been too early because you only saw the green Harlequin handing out a plethora of flyers advertising the circus.

You gently lifted your fingertips off of the red flower, folding your hands in your lap over the small tray of cookies you brought.

Because Pierrot spoke so little, he had shed little light onto what he favoured. You only garnered that he might have a sweet tooth based on the milkshake he had purchased at the cafe. So you spent the time you had left between coming home from work and going to bed to bake chocolate chip cookies to give to him as a thank you gift.

You briefly considered your options, you could stay here longer- and hope to catch a glimpse of him. Or, you could just hand these off to Harlequin and ask him to tell Pierrot they were from you.

You tap your nails on the tupperware in contemplation before standing up with gusto, staying here in the warm weather- while pleasant- would make the chocolate melt. With a sudden fear of spoiled chocolate chip cookies, you left in the direction of the clown still handing out flyers.

A few steps were taken, your shoes padding along the asphalt at a steady pace, when a clawed hand flew out from behind you to grasp at your shoulder.

You let out a loud gasp, a few onlookers turning their heads at the startled noise. You see a few small children who had been roaming the park with their parents pointing at the perpetrator with smiles on their faces.

You knew only one black gloved, and clawed hand.

“What a surprise!” You smile, turning to face the Pierrot who had a startled expression on his face, you think he didn’t mean to scare you.

You chuckle lightly at his face, grabbing his hands and placing the tupperware of cookies in them. “I was actually looking for you!” You sheepishly look down at the baked goods, hoping that they tasted as good as they looked. “I.. I just wanted to thank you for all the gifts, you’ve been very kind and I wanted to return that kindness.”

His head tilts down and he lifts his hands to inspect the present, the unreadable expression on his face makes your throat tighten. Did he not like it?

Your worries were quickly thrown away when not even a second later a wide grin is forming on his face and his burning yellow pupils grow wider and brighter.

He makes intense eye contact with you, bending himself down to your level to whisper in your ear, a couple of clawed fingers come to rest lightly behind your head to keep you in place. “Thank you, my dear.” A taloned finger strokes down the base of your neck, making you shiver. “I will treasure this.”

You watch as he lifts his head from beside your ear, a cute pink flush covering his face.

Your neck tingled as his hand departed slowly, you felt your cheeks warming as you looked at the elated look on his face. “Haha, I’m glad.” The container you were fidgeting with was no longer in your hands, you wring your hands together before settling to curl them into the bottom of your shirt. “I honestly wasn’t really sure if you liked sweets or not, but I remembered what you ordered the other day and hoped it sort of aligned right with your tastes.”

You didn’t think it was possible but his grin stretched impossibly wider, his dark eyes crinkling at the sides. Suddenly, without warning- he backs away from you and bows with flourish. His hands disappearing behind his back.

You watch as he tilts his head up, watching your reaction before he straightens his posture and pulls a bouquet of the paper ruby flowers from out of nowhere.

Your breath caught in your throat.

The familiarity of the paper flower at home, yet now, with duplicates mirroring its visage. You take in the unique craftsmanship, admiring how long it must have taken to make a whole bouquet of paper blooms.

“For me?”

He tilts his head at you like you told a silly joke and stretches his hands out further to place the faux flowers into your grasp. The weight of the gift in your hands fills you with something warm, happiness.. Or maybe something else.

You are admiring the carefully crafted flowers when one of the cookies you baked appears in front of your face- You shift the flowers into one arm and pluck the cookie out of Pierrot’s hand with a ‘thank you’.

The decadent cookie melts along your tongue, the salty sweetness of the dough mixes well with the bitterness of the dark chocolate. You hadn’t sampled the cookies before you packaged them, so you were pleasantly surprised.

“Hm, it’s pretty good. I was a little nervous that they would taste funny.” You watch as he nods, you wait for him to eat one but he simply watches you chew. Maybe he was too shy to eat in front of others, you understood.

With sudden movement he makes a sweeping gesture with his arm and the container of cookies vanishes into thin air, he smiles cheekily and brings a finger up to his lips.

At your shocked look he moves forward to speak in your ear once again.

“Your cookies may be sweet but you, my dear, are much sweeter.”

[nonbinarylesbianherb]

how it feels when you meet someone irl who watches agatha all along but theyre a casual enjoyer and you’re actually like clinically insane over it

[legrzybek]

is there even a soul in my body anymore

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

wake up wintersberg nation

[pyr0frnzy]

BASSKING MY GOAT ONG!!! Also au belongs to @ford-owner ! :)