#clown sigma

[diagonal-queen]

hi so- your reblog with the nice tags made me very happy so I have come with an offer .

he is yours now. I gave him a balloon (( No but thank you !! I hope this wasn't too odd lol I'm not that good at social stuff but yeah. seeing a fellow clown and sigma enthusiast is always nice hkjfkjhf . hope you like 'm !! ))

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okay its all out of my system now. i couldn't find any more reaction pics that adequately communicated the pure JOY i felt when i first saw this im pretty sure i traumatised my dog with the scream i scrumpt

clown sigmaamsm??????? wiht baloon. look at him. he is so. so. tiny and cute i could not i simply cannot stop staring just LOOK at him he is the cutest thing ive ever seen just a little guy frfr i love him so much like so much omg and YOU I LOVE YOU FOR MAKING HIM LOOK AT THE THING YOU MADE HE IS JSUT SO SMALL AND CUTE AND I LOVE HIM if you dont mind i would like to boop his nose and feed him cookies and. cherish him forever

i've decided we're friends now you have NO CHOICE (im kidding you do have a choice but please pls cmon pls be friends with me pls cmon im just a little fella pleeeeeeeease)

[cewwart]

sad clown sigma ヽ(´o｀；

[hoshiumiumi]

some sketches i havent finalized w nikolai carrying fyodor again

[cornflowersandspoons]

My sweet baby taking his beauty sleep - power nap. 😊

[etrevil]

From left to right, we have a three year old, an unwilling half-sword vampire, a cockroach who can't get over his pre-war breakup with a hella fine samurai, a Russian who took part and witnessed the worst break-up in history, and a clown that broke into a high-security prison because he missed his boyfriend in jail.

[juriyuki]

Dazai: I know Chuuya the best

Fyodor: and yet you failed to drown us. how shallow is your 7 years of partnership...

Dazai to Sigma: hold my 27 notebooks about Chuuya. I'm getting out of this elevator right now and gonna kill that bitch...

[furaill]

doodles :D

[greeneyedsigma]

Crocodile, talking about Sakazuki: WHAT THE FUCK I WAS ARGUING WITH HIM AND I SAID “OOH YOU WANNA KISS ME SO BAD” AND GUESS WHAT? HE DID. HE KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DO I DO?

**

Crocodile: Buggy is a little bitch.

Sakazuki: Why?

Crocodile: Number one, she’s little. Number two, she’s a bitch.

**

Buggy: It's locked. You got a lock pick?

Mihawk: Yeah-

Sakazuki: *kicks in the door*

**

Sakazuki: ARE YOU-

Crocodile: Fucking.

Sakazuki: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

Crocodile: Fucking.

Sakazuki: IDIOT!

Mihawk: …What was that?

Crocodile: Sengoku banned Sakazuki from swearing, so I’m helping him out.

**

Mihawk: Given the circumstances, I will let you hug me for four to five seconds.

Buggy: Forty five seconds?!?

Mihawk: No! I said four TO five seconds.

Buggy, hugging Mihawk: Too late.

**

Sengoku: This can’t get any worse. Can it?

Sakazuki: Sure it can - just give me a minute.

**

Buggy: Fine! I don't give a shit!

Mihawk: You seem to give a lot of shit for someone who claims not to give a shit.

**

Buggy: You might not know this, Fleet Admiral, but I am a flawed person.

Sengoku: I do know that.

Garp: Literally everyone knows that.

[fivekrystalpetals]

I find it really funny that Dazai has, if my memory serves me right, has swore only two times in the whole manga (he seldom swears even at his enemies, he an annoyingly polite boy) and both times coz of Fyodor... like this man made Dazai-annoy-everyone-around-me-to-death-Osamu go WTF at his antics

I bet if Fyodor drops his mask of the perfectly-in-control mastermind and let loose, he's gonna be weirder than Dazai + Gogol combined. Sigma hasn't seen the worst of this gang yet...

[yomeiu]

hihihi love your art! could you draw some DOA stuff? pleasee

i don't do requests but i was curious and how do you people actually draw them i was fighting for my life with the designs

[jesterph0bic]

Clown Sigma !! He brings me joy

[dazaistabletop]

Where....where is his hand going...

[pierrelucstl]

It was her special day so it's ok.

[lostfanboyarts]

Hi! I love your art so much!! If you wanted to do sigfyolai in j1, could I suggest sigfyolai in J1?

I hope you have a good day!

I love you crazy people in love <3333

[mimmit]

The sillies

[neonganymede]

May I pls request Fyosig 14 for the kiss prompts? 💜🙏

Of course you may~! Thank you so much for the prompt!! And happy birthday, my friend <3 i hope you have a wonderful day!

14. A Kiss to Make Up

“I really didn’t mean to.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are. I am not mad at you, Sigma.” The soft tut lulled through the room, deceptive in the way it fell over Sigma’s shoulders like a reassuring shroud. The sound of it gave Sigma the strength to glance up, away from the floor and back to the mess that he had caused.

Pink, soft and sweet and delicate even when illuminated by the harsh light of Fyodor's computer. Pink everything. A pink ushanka. A pink shirt. Pink slacks. Even the socks that hid within Fyodor’s boots were the same pink as the rest of his ensemble. Snowy whites existed no more, and it was all Sigma’s fault.

True to his word, Fyodor didn’t look angry. He didn’t look much of anything, unless Sigma glanced at his hands to see the fresh bite marks covering his pale fingers, scattered all over his knuckles like a canvas painted red with irritated brushstrokes. Those likely hurt, but Fyodor still kept his hands serenely folded in his lap as if he hadn’t noticed the sting.

Sigma chewed on his lip, anxiety thrumming through veins in a discordant symphony that had him shifting uncomfortably. “Are you… are you sure? I can pay for dry cleaning. Or I can buy you new clothes? Or—”

“I am sure. In the future, please refrain from helping with the laundry,” Fyodor interrupted with a sigh as he swiveled his chair around to face his computer setup once again. A few seconds later, the rapid-fire sound of Fyodor’s typing filled the room, and Sigma could recognize this for what it was.

A dismissal.

Sigma had been let off the hook, and that somehow made him feel even worse about the entire ordeal. Maybe Fyodor really was mad at him, but he was keeping it well-hidden for Sigma’s sake. The very thought had Sigma’s shoulders slumping in defeat.

He couldn’t fix this if Fyodor wouldn’t let him. He could only try again later and hope for the best. Maybe he’d have better luck once the dust had settled on this rose-colored mistake.

Sigma’s feet still refused to carry him from the room. Instead of leaving immediately, he tried to summon the courage to speak again. The words came out so quiet, so vulnerable, that Sigma doubted Fyodor had even heard his desperate plea.

“Can I… can I kiss you?”

The typing stopped abruptly. Fyodor turned in his seat again, his face no longer calm and expressionless but now… surprised. Pleasantly so. He gave a small nod and stretched out his hand, beckoning Sigma closer.

A wave of relief washed over him, settling Sigma’s nerves at last. He stumbled forward on shaky legs and accepted that offered hand, shivering once Fyodor’s icy fingers wrapped around his. Even with his knuckles bitten to hell and back, Sigma found no warmth in that hand, and yet his heart still fluttered at the chilling touch.

Up close, Sigma thought that the mistakenly pink outfit looked… nice. The white had always contrasted well with Fyodor’s inherent darkness, but this new color almost softened him. Cradled his pale face in a garden of pink where even the ebony of his hair seemed less severe.

As if guessing his thoughts, Fyodor tutted, an easy reprimand filling the air between them. “I would prefer if you keep your opinions to yourself.”

“It’s really not that bad,” he said anyway.

“My ushanka is pink, Sigma.”

As if Sigma had somehow failed to notice. “Maybe pink is your color?”

Fyodor’s eyebrow quirked, a silent question in his violet eyes that had Sigma pursing his lips to settle the smile beginning to form there. Do you even want this kiss? Or need I dismiss you again?

An empty threat, one entirely at odds with the way Fyodor’s firm hand drew him closer. The subtle ease in tension encouraged Sigma to lean in, to brace himself on Fyodor’s chair with one hand while he pressed their lips together. Even Fyodor’s mouth was cold, enough so that a shiver ran down Sigma’s spine. That only made him want to push closer, to leave even a ghost of his own warmth on Fyodor’s skin.

The kiss tasted of frustration, of forgiveness. Fyodor might have been angrier than he wanted Sigma to believe, but each press of his lips promised Sigma that they were okay. That even if Fyodor’s mouth turned sharp, even if his teeth drew blood, even if he drank in Sigma’s yelp of surprise with nothing but a vicious smirk—they were still okay.

And Sigma would take that. He’d take that kiss of frustration, of forgiveness, of blood—and he’d swallow it.