#clown friend

[pastel-clown-friends]

Bi Daily Ditzy Appreciation Post.

He is sleepy and he loves you.

[lucidpast]

Clown Friend from Wahltoys (early 1960s)

Clown Friend featured electric flashing eyes that lit up in the dark to act as a nightlight for children who were scared of the dark. It also whispered reassuring phrases like, "Don't worry, I'm watching over you" and, "You'll feel better once you fall asleep."

[3rdmissingsock]

Bookmark experiences interesting weather phenomena

[thingsthatcannotsaveyou]

CLOWN FRIEND FROM WAHLTOYS CANNOT SAVE YOU

[the-silly-little-clowns]

[plainbadssoon]

@damien-candle

I drew me and my brother

Damien he's cool

[thatsclowneryluv]

Blue Raspberry n Sour Cherry the Slushie siblings 🤡💙❤️

[mossy-boyy]

Hello Clown Husbandry Tumblr, I would like to introduce you all to my boys

These are Hammer (yellow) and Franklin (purple)

They're siblings, however, Franklin is the older of the two.

They're from a rehome/rescue situation, and this is my first pair of clowns, so I'm really not entirely sure how to properly care for them.

I'm also unsure of their breed? My best guess is that they're mixes, but I'd love some expert insight!

[xlounzrhot]

Gamzee Rant

Gamzee Makara is so fucking cute🥺 

He’s so sloppy and messy and he always tries his best. Sure he was born into a society literally brought into existence just to torment him and his friends and half of his soul belongs to pure evil because a bratty kid saw his sister’s fanart and decided to bring them to life just to kill them off and the only way to fend off the control over his soul is to fall deeper into his drug addiction...😶

But he’s a good kid underneath all of that😔 He’s so nice to his friends even when they don’t appreciate him and are really mean to him sometimes. His friends literally tell him that his gods are fake every time they talk to him and he still gives everyone a chance😊 So forgiving, so kind, so clowney🤡 Most of his training was just on being a clown, juggling, riding a unicycle; it’s implied in his introduction that all of the old purple blood murder rituals have been limited more or less to metaphor by his era! He could’ve been and in my heart is, best boy.🤗 The way he thinks so optimistically and is always ready to lounge around and relax with just about anyone😄

“Make no mistake: Gamzee sucks. He is, on a conventional layer, a "bad character". His personality is unpleasant, - repellant, and his presence is always an affront to good taste and judgment.“ -Hussie

😲What? How is his personality unpleasant?🤨 My man is literally just a lonely religious kid who loves his friends😤 Even Terezi felt bad for him! Hell she would’ve been a better moirail than Karkat, at least she’d apply the right amount of pressure and actually pities him.🙄 

 To set something straight😑; I don’t excuse his abusive behavior in that horrible kismesissitude😟🤢 but I do think it’s important to consider how people come to adapt certain abusive behaviors.🤔 You know, like drug withdrawal and demon possession and realizing that your life is a lie and that no matter what you do you’re reality will end horribly at the hands of your own gods who are also you and no one in your life really cares about you the way you care about them 🙃

Gamzee was playing a platonic moirallegiance for his whole friend group and nobody gave a fuck😡- nobody cared until he came to realize and believe that his whole reality was a joke, that the tragic life he lead was actually a comedy🎭. Only after his will was completely broken and he was content with the destruction of his world, with the death of his friends who cared so little about him, that’s when people took him seriously😔

My boy deserves a redemption arch 😩 A real one!!!😫

[lunarrabbitsart]

little guy!

[pastel-clown-friends]

Clown Month Day 17: Creature!!

My ipad broke, meaning I lost a bunch of my finished clown month pieces. I don't know if I'm going to redraw them or if I'm just going to post the ones I have.

@clownartmonth Yippie!!

[clownlythecreature]

Hola si volví tenga su dosis de payaso.

Hello, if I'm back, have your dose of clown.

[3rdmissingsock]

Bookmark has finally returned from hibernation! Just in time to see the flowers before tonight's freeze kills them

[bluechanas]

i’m a child of divorce

[the-silly-little-clowns]

I took Georgie to a clown-friendly library, and he made a new friend!

His name is Pringles! Georgie is usually super shy but the two little clowns were able to easily bond over joke telling and doing flips. I’m so glad he was able to meet Pringles!! Hopefully they can play together again soon!

[deadsetobsessions]

Danny no longer has a haunt. So… he decides to find another one. And while he technically has a whole world (other dimensions aren’t an option because he’s going to stay near where Jazz’s grave is, damn it) there’s only a couple of other places with enough ambient ectoplasm to sustain him. Nanda Parbat, Tokyo, and Gotham.

Nanda Parbat had a weird old musty immortal that kept trying to summon him and exchange power for the ability to “take a worthy body and rain as much destruction” as he’d like. As if Danny would need a body to bring the world to its knees.

Tokyo… it’s too far from Jazz’s grave. He could ask Wulf or even open his own portal but when Danny tried it out, Tokyo was too peaceful. Obviously there’s crime, but nothing… nothing big like Danny’s used to.

Danny ends up picking Gotham, even if the sewer zombies and the weird group of rich fruit loops with an adoption problem creeps him out. So, he destroys the portal, packs up his parents’ house and sells it, and hauls ass to the cesspool calling his name. His family’s stuff is stored respectfully in a vault located on the deepest parts of his personal haunt in the Infinite Realms.

And honestly, he’s doing better. Sure, he’s got a shitty apartment near another revenant’s almost-haunt and he feels like he’s drowning all of the time, but Danny isn’t in danger of turning into Dan, he’s catching up on royal paperwork, and he’s got like a job as a barista. In his own coffee shop that paid for using his parent’s money (who, despite their hazardous everything, made a crap ton of money off of their more normal inventions).

Gotham’s got some pretty interesting local gangs, most of which respected the sanctity of Danny’s cafe. Sure, they tried blowing it up and tried extorting money from him in the form of “protection costs” but after three months of failure, they gave up.

(Really, the local gangs gave up when they saw him take three shotgun shells to the chest and continued to work.) (They didn’t know it never hit him. Intangibility is extremely useful.)

The Rogues, on the other hand, just gave Danny flashbacks. Their gimmicks are different, sure, but after years of Box Ghost, Skuller, Lunch Lady, etc., Danny’s more than done with costumed villains. They don’t bother him either. Some of the reason is probably due to Harley and Ivy, who had walked into the cafe and (because they were bruised and scratched up from a fight) triggered Danny’s mother hen tendencies. They were promptly fed and watered and caffeinated and their hyenas were also similarly taken care of. They declared the cafe under their protection and that was that.

Red Hood stops by, and begins to interrogate him. But when Danny met his… helmet eyes? The crime lord paused, paid for his coffee, and sat in a corner table of the cafe for the rest of the day.

And he kept coming back?

But Danny figures it’s because Hood was a revenant and people who had come close to death tends to feel more comfortable around him.

(Considering this is Gotham where people almost die every other day? Yeah, he’s pretty much friends with everyone. Or at least, less likely to get shot.)

(Hood does stay because of the King’s presence and the Pit calming itself, but also Danny’s hot and he’s got a sleeper build and Hood definitely did not imagine himself in the place of the heavy box he saw Danny lift effortlessly onto a table. No.)

But of course, the peace couldn’t last forever. But by then, Danny was so antsy, he welcomed the trouble with open arms.

It starts with a clown. Danny knows who he is. He knows who Danny is.

So, Danny has no idea why the clown thought it would be a good idea to aggravate the owner of Gotham’s official neutral grounds. See, Clovkwork? Danny’s learned how to gauge his own political importance!

“HAHAHAHAHA! COME OUT, DANNY-BOY! LET ME TELL YOU A JOKE!”

Danny comes out and grabs a chair, and with a flat expression, says, “you’re not funny and I hate clowns.”

And then he swings and slams the chair into the Joker’s face. Over and over again until Danny’s sure the clown won’t get back up. The thing about Gotham’s outdoor chairs is that they’re mad out of steel and are bolted down to the ground to prevent undedicated thieves (dedicated thieves can and will steal the bolted down steel chairs). The Joker’s hired muscle just watched this scrawny twenty-something year old yank the steel chair and take some of the fucking ground and the bolts with it and beat the fuck out of their boss who is the literal Joker.

They surrender on the spot and is taken to jail. Danny just smiles at the officers who come by and since he’s got pretty privilege and they don’t want to mess with the guy who, again, owns one of Gotham’s official neutral ground and also beat up Joker without breaking a sweat, the officers just lets him go with a warning.

And then the bats comes, and wow, Danny’s playing mentor to a formally dead person again!

But before that, the Red Hood asks for an autograph on the Gotham Gazette article with a picture of a tired Danny standing over Joker’s prone body. Then Hood stammers through asking Danny out (which Danny said yes to because he’s tired, not blind, and Hood is built like a brick house and HOT).

Batman interrogates him. Danny, who can tell that this man needs therapy and is Sad TM, tells Bats that Danny’s died before and that’s why he’s like this. He also calls Batman a furry, but like in a nice way. And then he kicks Batman out with a coffee and a file on Nanda Parbat.

Now, Danny’s got a date to prepare for and he realizes that maybe this is what Jazz wanted for him- to be happy and mostly safe and happy. (Or, happier, he thinks. It’s been a long time since he’s been truly happy, but this might be a good start)