#cw: clown

[shroompette]

141 x Clown Girl!Reader is eating my brain <3 (Also thank you all so so so much for helping me achieve more than 100 followers, I love you 💜)

Thinking about 141 who babysat Johnny's little nephew together ONCE and somehow ended up invited to his birthday party. The non-related men would have declined were it not for Mrs. MacTavish's insistence on feeding them something good (and perhaps have them introduced to some of the single women from the MacTavish clan.)

When the day comes and they show up with gifts, they're quickly separated by a swarm of Johnny's relatives who are curious about the friends he brought in.

Price ends up in the kitchen and volunteers to help with making lunch to which Mrs. MacTavish objects at first, but he manages to persuade her into at least letting him keep her and her sisters company. He swoops in here and there to hand one of them an utensil, spice or just a cup of water, gradually taking over each of their tasks and having them rest while he simultaneously keeps an eye on the beef and potatoes in the oven, mixes the cookie dough and casually chats with the women watching him, charming each and every one of them to the point one of Soap's aunts seriously considers poisoning her husband just to have a shot with John.

Gaz, meanwhile, was asked by Soap's sister - the mother of the birthday boy - to help with blowing up a couple more balloons for the little ones to play with. He obliges, spurred on by all the pretty cousins cheering him on, realizing after about half an hour that they've been staring at his arms bulge the entire time he's been operating the air pump (not like he's complaining, he's proud of what he's rocking).

The other half of the female relatives who weren't currently drooling over Gaz's body were in the living room swooning over Ghost, specifically the fact all the kids flocked to him like curious kittens. Last nail to the coffin was someone handing him a baby - although he looked as if someone just gave him a ticking bomb, he tried his best to entertain the tiny wiggling thing in order to keep it from crying, even gave it an awkward little bounce (call him The Ovary Whisperer the way the women who swore did not want another child suddenly changed their minds).

Johnny watched all of this occur with a wide grin, eventually taking pity on his buddies - though Price didn't seem too bothered - and plucked them away from their respective tasks to lead them out into the garden, picking up a few beers from the cooler and handing the cans to them.

While enjoying their break, they notice the kids rush from the blow-up castle to you, a Clown Girl that Soap's ma hired to entertain the kids in the afternoon.

Price arches an eyebrow, glancing at Johnny who seems just as surprised.

"Strange, usually my uncle Thomas dresses up as clown for the bairns."

"Maybe he wanted to be a part of the audience this year," Gaz hums, sipping his beer. Ghost doesn't say anything, only watches as you crouch to the kids' level and smile at them brightly, chirping about something that he's too far away to hear. On the enigma spectrum, you'd be on the opposite end from him; donned in a white button up with a flower in your pocket, rainbow suspenders and a frilly tutu accompanied by silly shoes, you're a picture perfect goof. You pick up the birthday boy and tickle his sides before making a show of not knowing your way towards the house standing just a few feet away, causing the children to giggle and tug on your sleeves, dragging you to the backdoor. The closer you get, the more the men notice what a cute little thing you are. Your make-up's not too heavy, some white foundation, pink cheeks and, of course, a big red nose. As you pass them, you flash them a bright smile and honk it, making the children giggle and nearly stomp over one another with how they skipped and begged you to let them have a go too.

The four men exchange a look and then gaze back at you, so lively and sweet. Neither says anything for a few moments before Soap speaks up:

"Ye think her titties honk too?"

The only reason Price hadn't smacked him on the back of the head was because Ghost was faster.

They quickly finish their beers and go back inside, following the trail of confetti and glitter that Johnny KNOWS is going to be a pain in the ass to vacuum later (he likely will pester Gaz into assissting him). They find you in the living room, expertly twisting long balloons into dogs and giraffes and whatnot, making sure every child has one to play with. It's sweet, the way you try to include everyone in your silly games, letting every child have a turn sitting in your lap and talk your ears off. You even get to hold the baby that Ghost was handed earlier, naturally softening your voice and calming your bouncy gait while maintaining your image as an entertainer, shoes squeaking loudly as you go round jokingly asking the parents whose pet bean it is.

With every passing moment, the men find you more and more adorable; you're funny, obviously good with children and your costume does very little to hide all your assets. And the way you smile so warmly? It makes Gaz want to go back to middle school, retake his geography test and change the answer to the question about the cause of ice caps melting to your full government name.

For the second time that day, the men's eyes meet in an unspoken agreement. They've shared pretty things before; and you'll certainly be the prettiest one yet.

masterlist

[hyrule-emi]

Me, a few days ago: Wow, this ShadowVanilla ship really reminds me of something... oh, that's right, there was that old LoZ manga I read back when I was a kid, didn't it have a kinda similar duo? I should read that again, it's probably not as good as I remember, but it would be fun for nostalgia.

Me now, planning out a multichapter Vidow fic:

[mustlovetommy]

Me: no, no, no... I will not get high hopes, I will keep my expectations low... it doesn't mean anything, anything at all!!!

Also me:

[bekolxeram]

[rainsbasspick]

Frater Imperator's next anti-V plan is hanging these pictures around the Abbey and changing icons to pennywise the clown all while mumbling "and they call me a clown..."

[theletterwsartflap]

Clown Man was requested as a toon for the spooky season! He was a little trickier than I anticipated, but I suppose that's fitting for a clown. A clown that dislikes everything.

[beardedmrbean]

[avis-fictional-world]

Can you guess what inspired this pose?

This inspired the pose ^_^

CW: for clowns

I draw more than just Yoichi! I promise!! (That’s a lie)

I love drawing poses for yoichi on his thrown, though i get lazy drawing the thrown itself lol

Background to this:

Izuku and the rest of the OFA users in his head are watching One Piece and the vestiges asked Yoichi to pose like this. He tries to recreate the menacing smile too, but ends up giggling instead.

[liarboo]

Want to share my most favorite thing that happened in a BG3 route. My first playthrough, I went to the circus, put clown make up on my Tav and Astarion and had them be romantic and it was hilarious.... Cut to a long rest, and Halsin decides then was the ideal time to confess his attraction. I agreed to meet him and was delighted when I still had the clown make up on. As nature intended, indeed

[destroingsocialconstruct]

tw: eyestrain, jester/clown

` clojeric

a gender related to jesters and clowns!

for the horn theif anon, hope they'll find it.. it took some time because uh. i completely forgot about this. again. extremely sorry i didn't include harlequins but.. we have a flag. wow. ugh.. anyway, hope you'll like it! have a good timezone.

tagging: @radiomogai , @thenewmogaiarchive-genders

[oukamochadesigns]

Forgot to share this here lol

Made a Chinsilly OC, based off of NestyGuts' original species. I sketched it out ages ago and finally colored the dang thing lol Their name is Dink and they're a rodeo clown~ Check 'em out: www.instagram.com/nestyguts/

[shadycollectorofnightmares616]

Clowns and jesters at an antique store! I didn't buy them :'l

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Hehe cute clown

[poptart-artt]

It looked better when I didn't color it.

But have a shit post of mister Trash Rabbit.

Honestly, it's a mood.

[listening-to-thunder]

OPLA x wanted posters

[weaselsblaugh]

thank you for putting this horrifying thing on my dash, and thank you for making it easy to delete with uBlock

[monstersunderneath]

🩸 ———— THE HUNGER; IT WAS EVER-LASTING AND OVERPOWERING. it seemed no matter how much it consumed, fear or flesh, it was never satisfied to its heart's content. it needed more; it always needed more. it hidden in the dark bushes of the forest, finishing of its meal that it captured earlier in the day; a small boy it lured with promises of candy and arcade games and the fear the boy felt ( absolute terror ) caused it to be completely intoxicated as it feasted upon its flesh. it heard snaps of branches and twigs from nearby and it stopped eating its meal, looking through the weeds of the bushes with its glowing golden eyes. then there @theunwantedhockstetter stood from a few feet away. some dessert, perhaps? a smirk took over its face, excited for another game of cat and mouse. it started to giggle and clap gleefully. “ hello there. are you lost little boy ? ” it asked in a friendly tone. it was hard to see the blood that covered and painted the clown's face because of the darkness it hid in but the stench of a dead body had to be foul [ .... ] it knew how to talk its way out of it if need be. “ did you lose your friends ? i lost my friends too. they left me all alone ~ ”