Hello, this is my tumblr but you can check out my ao3 linked below. I'll prolly post smut for fun here or just shitposts but for the sake of order I will be linking my fics and stories here.
LEGEND: Oneshot, Complete, Ongoing
Own Works
BXB 001 — Smut, Yaoi, was too young when I wrote it
Fan Fics
A Clown's Folly — Smut, yaoi, attempted poetry
A Clown's Love — Smut, yaoi, sequel to A Clown's Folly
BH6 in Gotham — basically just a crack fic ngl, non regular updates
I'm 4 days into college and ngl it's not that bad (yet) tho I have been itching to write more and currently unable to do so that's one of the downsides.
Duke: I can't just sit back and watch you ruin your curl pattern anymore.
Damian: If I don't do this, grappling across Gotham is gonna leave my hair a frizzy mess! I have a looser curl pattern than you; it's more susceptible to the winds.
Duke: *takes out a denman brush, leave on conditioner, combat gel, and a blow dryer with a diffuser attachment to start* Don't worry. I've done my research. We're getting those curls, nice, defined, and wind resistant!
Arlecchino was a liar, the winner of the game Pierrot would call love. There was no such thing, Arecchino would tell himself. There was only pleasure and what would human beings be without pleasure?
Though his tongue spoke falsehood and flattery his heart sang out one pure unbridled truth—he was in love with his best friend.
He did not know when nor how the attraction started though he was not sure calling how he felt as such was appropriate.
Had Pierrot been a woman it would've been easy to admit these feelings. Had Pierrot not been in love with Columbina it would've been easier to seduce him. Had Pierrot stayed that sweet naive boy who followed him around it would've been perfect.
But the fool just had to grow up and develop certain desires that weren't aimed towards him.
Sweet, foolish Pierrot longing for the moon when the sun is smiling upon him. Which was why the sun enchanted the moon. For only then would the fool's folly be realized. It was impossible to long for the moon. The moon couldn't be conquered, it's beauty was always meant to be admired never possessed.
Which was why it was easy for the sun to be with the moon because like the moon the sun also shone to be admired but alas the sun and moon could never meet, though they both shone to be admired the root of why they shine was what separated the two.
The moon shone because she wants to spread beauty even in the darkest of nights, though she has her dark sides she chooses to illuminate the darkest paths. The sun shone because he was burning, a fire he chose to contain in fear of unleashing hell.
A fire that continued to grow the more greedy he became, a fire waiting to explode.
But even the wildest of fires could be doused, with a fool's kiss.
"My love, are you alright?" the fool asked cupping his cheek.
He still felt hot, burning even, but it wasn't as unbearable as before.
"Pier..."
The heat was rather pleasant enveloping every inch of his body in a tight embrace. Though the heat surrounding his cock was even more pleasant.
"Ah! There." Pierrot sighed out embracing his lover once more.
Arlecchino dreamt of this moment a lot more than he could count, to have this fool pinned and ravished by him over and over. He dreamt about it even while awake, to drown in his scent, to taste the sweetness from his mouth and other much more unholy things to the point it almost drove him to madness.
He thrusted and hit that spot once more, the spot that rewarded his member with a tight addicting embrace each time. He couldn't be bothered to count how many times they've done it only that he wished it lasted longer.
It was time's like these that he loved, to be connected with his lover, to fall asleep and wake up to his lovers scent. Oh, how glorious it was.
If he woke up tomorrow and found all of this to be a dream he would be devastated, he was becoming madder and madder as the days went on. Everything felt too good to be true, this warm embrace, the soft voice calling his name, everything. If he were to die now he would be glad, for dying in this dream-like ecstasy was better than waking up to any reality.
"My love, faster." the sweet voice urged.
His pace became relentless, he was in a trance stuck in between his thoughts and the sight before him. He was a doused flame, but even a doused flame still had a spark. Though the spark wasn't of guilty desire, it was far more raging than any desire.
"Pier..."
It was doubt. He needed this dream to be real and not a hopeful fantasy he created in his madness. If he was indeed mad let him stay mad, he did not want to burn anymore. To be scorched and scalded by his desires was something he wished never to experience again.
He was warm now, comfortingly so. Pierrot loved him. He was loved. He. Was. Loved.
It can't be a dream.
It can't. It can't. It can't.
He hated it. The fear of losing this happiness.
"Pier..." don't be a dream.
"My love..."
I will die this way if that's what it takes to keep you mine.
"Pier..."
It was suffocating, maddening, and aggravating. He hated it. Pierrot was his. His. His. His.
"Mine..." Pierrot will always be his.
"Yes..."
That spot again, then again.
"Pier... You feel so good."
It was addicting.
"Arlecchino, kiss me."
It was maddening.
"Hmm..."
It was real.
"Ah! I—"
The release came quick and clear.
"You're real..." Arlecchino gasped out admiring his lover.
"What are you—Ah!"
The pace picked up again with Pierrot holding on for dear life.
"You're real. You're mine. Mine." he growled in an almost primal way. It seems the fool has indeed succumbed to madness.
"Wait! I just..." Pierrot was out of breath, rightfully so.
When they started, well he couldn't remember as he wasn't really thinking though it's been a good long while since they started.
The moon was still behind the mountains as if watching them cheekily when they first came in the room—way too eager and impatient. Now, the moon could no longer be seen outside as if giving them their privacy while at the same time telling them it's gonna be morning soon which unfortunately meant they had to stop soon and get ready for their job which is proving to be rather difficult for our poor Pierrot.
He loved Arlecchino, but the bastard was relentless.
During work, after work, before work. There wasn't a time nor place where he wasn't gasping for air.
Though he found that kissing the bastard made him snap back to whatever trance he was in except for the rare occasions when it had the opposite effect like now; Arlecchino was getting through the haze slowly, though his pace remained.
Pierrot didn't hate his lover's talent, but it was too much. His hole would become a perfect mold for his lover at the rate in which they are currently going.
"Ar—Ah! Slow down."
"Pierrot, you're real." Arlecchino was crying.
"Why are...." he was panting trying desperately to get up and comfort his crying lover.
It wasn't everyday but it happened often enough for Pierrot to know that his lover simply needed some form of reassurance. He was never certain as to what would warrant such a response. For his lover to weep in such sorrow despite his all too eager thrusts. Did it hurt to be with him? Was a question he would often ask himself but then the bastard would smile that devilish grin he used to hate and all his worries goes away.
"I love you..." he reassured despite struggling for breath.
"Pier..."
"I love you, you bastard." he sighed out kissing his lover to further prove his declaration.
The kiss was firm if not a bit clumsy, it was slow and tender enough to be reassuring and rough enough to prove that he was real, that this was real.
He loved him.
Arlecchino's release followed soon after, filling him up nice and warm. He moaned softly at the sensation of being filled up while at the same time dreading how to clean it up.
"With the amount I put inside of you, you'd be pregnant by now." the bastard teased.
"There he is. You scared me there, I thought you'd finally descended to madness." he teased back, one of the habits he unfortunately picked up from his lover.
"With you, I'm always mad." his response was accompanied with a soft kiss that made Pierrot's heart flutter.
What a wonderful feeling it was to be loved. And what's more beautiful than two fools in love?
volume one: surnames from indigenous philippine languages.
soooo i’m honestly really annoyed that the rpc only ever gives filipino muses or muses of filipino descent spanish surnames. i know that it’s not unrealistic; spanish surnames were imposed on many of the philippines’ natives, after all, so even though most filipinos don’t actually have spanish ancestry, plenty of us have spanish surnames.
however !!! it is also very much true that surnames that derive from the indigenous languages (the philippines has 175 ethnolinguistic nations, fyi) are still in use today. filipinos who were born in the philippines tend to have two surnames, and this tradition may be preserved by some diaspora filipinos, so there are actually plenty of filipinos with one indigenous surname and one spanish/otherwise foreign surname in their birth names. examples: olivia laxamana hidalgo or chris velasquez adlawan. i myself am a real-life example.
that’s why i’ve compiled some neat surnames for your filipino muse. please change it up, please. (and also, for the last time, please stop giving your filipino muses spanish names like xiomara and teodoro or something, especially when they’re millennials or gen z. i mean, it’s not impossible, but ‘american’ anglo forenames are trendier + more common in the philippines these days. it’s also pretty annoying not to see diversity in names just because there’s this stereotype of filipinos being ‘basically latin american but in asia.’ that’s such a simplistic idea, and a disservice to both pinoys and latines.)
note that there are more surnames out there, of course, for every language than what’s listed under the cut. i couldn’t fit in all 175 ethnolinguistic groups here, so this list mainly features the following languages: BISAYA (“cebuano”/“boholano”), ILOKO, and TAGALOG. there’s a few for BIKOL and several for KAPAMPANGAN as well. please do not apply these surnames randomly to your character! please actually take into account what ethnolinguistic groups they hail from!
please like and/or reblog if using or if you’re a roleplay helper. or if you otherwise appreciate this compilation. note: spellings may differ due to the fact that none of the root words are originally in the latinate/english alphabet. thus these are merely transliterations.
pronunciation note: most of these are read with each vowel separating them. there are a few exceptions, like for example adlao (lao is read as one syllable, bc this is just a hispanicized spelling of adlaw.) but for most of these, please don’t read two vowels next to each other as one. meaning, “pacaon” is not “pakown” or something. it’s read as PAH-CAH-UN.
hispanicized spellings also make the vowels seem softer. most philippine languages do not actually have the sounds “o” or “e” in them, only “u” and “i.” so please remember that though you read “o” or “e,” the pronunciation is actually harder. this is a feature that philippine languages share with many other malayo-polynesian languages beyond the philippines. remember those stereotypes about filipino accents? now you know why the stereotypical filipino accent can’t pronounce o or e.
but also!!! especially because “filipino” (a standardized, invented language that’s mostly tagalog) is taught in schools, (metro) tagalog speakers are more likely to indeed read o and e as they are. the o and e thing is more preserved, so to speak, in speakers of non-tagalog languages because we tend to speak “purer” forms of our languages. we don’t learn them in schools so our accents aren’t usually affected by lessons in standardized pronunciation. honestly, even tagalog speakers from the smaller towns/provinces speak a less standardized and less soft tagalog. there are layers of class and classism to this, so just keep that in mind.
I've been having this crack fic idea abou Stevonnie ending up in Gotham lost and confused cuz seriously what is this place? There's an armed robbery in the process and in drops Robin telling them to leave and Stevonnie is like I'll help and before Robin could be like "You'll be nothing but a hindrance." Stevonnie draws out their sword and just fights off the armed robbers.
Now the batfam is freaking out. Bruce is not amused at this vigilante wannabe but their form is good, Damian is impressed and honestly wants to spar with them, Tim is wondering who they are or what they are, Jason is just like "Not again...", Dick is just gawking, and Cass, Steph, and Duke are looking at Bruce saying don't adopt another one.
By the time the robbers are apprehended Stevonnie is like "I helped you, so could you tell me where I am?"
And confusion ensues, by the time they get to the batcave they're in full interrogation mode. Who are you? What are you doing here? Yada yada, and Stevonnie is confused, the batfam is confused, Alfred arrives with tea and an unamused brow thinking "Ah, another one."
By the time they managed to be on the same page they're trying to find ways to send Stevonnie back cuz well they did help them. As they come up with a plan to get Stevonnie home they realize oh sht we have an orphan right now and now their trying to find a way for Stevonnie to keep a low profile while living with them and Stevonnie is like "Nah, it's okay we'll manage." And Jason the fcking grammar police goes "You mean 'I will' you're not two people." And Stevonnie unfuses.
The batfam lose their shit because what do you mean they're two people? But they get over it and they adjust. They learn Steven's parentage and life story and they're shocked, impressed, angry? They don't know, but the kid's been through some sht.
In comes the JLA, they meet Stevonnie and is like "Oh god, another one?" Stevonnie unfuses again and someone yells; "You adopted two children this time?"
In an omegaverse au I like to imagine the zanni characters as betas except for Arlecchino. Like imagine an obsessive!Arlecchino constantly scenting an unkbowing Pierrot and none of the servants notice cuz their betas but the masters do and they assume Pierrot's a marked omega because of it.
It would be even funnier if they assume Pierrot and Arlecchino are mates since Arlecchino is always scenting Pierrot so they just unknowingly release their pheromones thinking Arlecchino won't be affected.
Arlecchino: Signora, apologies but you're pheromones are suffocating me.
Innamorata: Are you not mated with that one servant?
Arlecchino thinking she's referring to Columbina: All of the servants I work with are betas.
Now everyone starts feeling bad for both Arlecchino and Pierrot because an alpha and beta male can't be together!
Cue to the innamorato being accompanied by Pierrot and both happen to run into Arlecchino and Columbina flirting.
Innamorato noticing Pierrot's dejected expression: Did you two end your relationship?
Pierrot looking down sadly: There was never a relationship
And now everyone fcking hates Arlecchino and tries to subtly get revenge on Pierrot's behalf.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I like to imagine Pierrot as a servant to an innamorato character alongside Arlecchino (tho he is more often a servant to two masters since he's always the one getting tasked in delivering letters between the innamorati) who complements his naive and pure nature (like srsly just kiss each other already).
Zanni characters often play the role of advisors to the lovers so in the case of Pierrot and Arlecchino it would be really cute if they were giving advice to their master and Arlecchino is just full on giving a lecture on sex ed and sweet naive Pierrot is just gawking.
Pierrot: I don't think the master needs to learn that...
Arlecchino: Of course he does. He's a virgin, if he can't learn through experience might as well tell him how.
Cue to the day after the wedding and the bride and groom just stepped out of their chambers all floaty and dazed.
Arlecchino, smirking as he whispers: Told you he'd need it.
Give me Spider-Man x Gotham. No you don't get it. I need Spider-Man X Gotham
I need a tired, no-shits-given city x annoying sunshine. I need enemies to lovers type shit. Need Gotham to go full on tsundere.
I need the people of Gotham squinting at this flashy red and blue color pop of a vigilante against the skyline and feeling so damn incredulous.
Cause seriously? The bats have been trying to fix Gotham for years.
Years.
This city is cursed. Everybody knows it. The cops know it. The criminals know it. The gargoyles probably fucking know it.
And now this guy shows up? Cracking jokes? Is this a joke to him?
It feels like the first Robins all over again.
The city doesn't know exactly what happened to those kids, but Gotham knows enough. Knows what happens to bright-eyed heroes here. Knows what this city does to people.
So, who the hell is this new freak? Any why the hell does he talk so much?
Is that his legit social media page???? Why is there a video of him getting absolutely mauled by a cat? Did he post it himself?
Why are there three follow-up posts arguing with commenters about whether pigeons are government drones?
What the actual fuck.....Whatever.
He won't last. They've seen this before.
Maybe he's good. Maybe he's genuine. Maybe he's even trying to help. Just wait until his first Arkham breakout, wait until Joker.
Wait until Gotham gets its claws into him.
God damnit, why? Why is he carrying old ladies across busy intersections? Why is he helping kids with science projects? Why does he keep stopping to talk to homeless people?
......Why does he know their names? Why does he remember them?
And seriously. What the fuck is his beef with pigeons? Nobody understands the pigeon thing.
The criminals are having quite the hard time around him. It certainly is a sight to see the Riddler get so confused and baffled by the yapping. And Croc getting slapped in the face by a fish.
There is so much chaos.....it's hard to feel scared when the entire situation just becomes ridiculous.
And... yo.
Why are some of the criminals just vibing with him after they've been webbed up?
They don't seem to be able to actually hate him.
Not really. Cause Spider-Man sees them. Not the arrest records. The people underneath. Knows what it's like when life keeps kicking you in the teeth.
And it's different with him. He has an optimism that no Gothamite would have. And despite the jokes he tries, so damn sincerely just tries.
This idiot is gonna drown. Sooner or later.
Everyone does.
Oh.
Oh, he's strong. And fast.
And stubborn. Ridiculously stubborn.
He falls. He gets back up. He keeps getting back up. Again. And again. And again.
Then it happens. Joker. Bomb at a children's hospital......There was an entire month where everyone thought he wasn't coming back.
Not after he was seen holding a dying child through their final moments. Not after staring at the kid who didn't even cry because Spider-Man was there.
They've seen it before. They know what it does to people. The kind of all-consuming guilt. The burden that breaks good people.
......And then he's back. Back to helping them again.
Still quipping. Still helping.
Still carrying grannies across the street. Still helping kids with homework, arguing with pigeons.
Refusing to fucking quit.
And damnit he is good. Not perfect. Not even close. But good.
And one day, they realise, No matter their personal opinion on Spider-Man. When things are bad and they see him? Their shoulders relax. The tension fizzles out and the panic eases.
They think, subconsciously, it's probably gonna be okay
And that they'll tell their family all the ridiculous quips Spider-Man makes in this fight. Cause.
Me: *Continuing with a crazed look* Jason, Tim, Duke, Cass, Steph, Dick, Barbara, Damian (if they are aged similar), Kara, Kon, Superman Prime-
Friend: Ummm *slowly backs away*
Me: Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Danny Phantom.....*continues reciting into the sunset*
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Y'all, I ship him with anything and everything ok???? As long as I see a good enough fanart or read a fanfic or heck, just a prompt? Bam! Shipped!
(Also, my friend barely knows Spiderman much less the different versions of him or the comics in general. Safe to say I talked their ears off for the next couple of hours and they are fully traumatized 👍🏼)
One time me and my friends were goofing around and the mother of the group (because I like to call her mama) said I'm most likely to write fanfic/smut and as I was about to get offended I realize oh sht I already did that.
By the way, I also have my own version of Pierrot! He’s inspired by the protagonist of the film Buratino (he’s basically a fusion of the classic Pierrot and Pinocchio).
These artworks were created by different artists. What do you think of him?
Omg… he’s so CUTE 🥺 I just wanna SQUEEZE him !!! I LOVE the Buratino designs but I can never find where to watch it.
Wanna see the Pierrette I made for my paper theatre :3 ? She kinda looks like him
