Samaka is the name! 🐟 Just a 21 year old cat with a knife with Arabic nickname means "a fish" ironically. Keep everything Sfw and chill even when chaotic ENFP-T
Refs below because I realized this might be too obscure LOL:
Ref 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lUQnqZuA6o&t=149s
Ref 2: https://freakcircusofhorrors.tumblr.com/post/810399981231079424/ama-2-answers-part-2
Woah i am so extremely late and it's probably lame but i couldn't help but notice that i have two characters from two different fandoms having their birthday on the same day.
HAPPY VERY LATE BIRTHDAY MARKIPLIER (MARKIPOO) AND TICKET TAKER! (BIL)
So both characters (Bil and wilford warfstache) have a thing or two for illusions and reality manipulation,sooo i thought it would be fun if they fused together.
This is the second half of the Anniversary AMA Special from Patreon. Check out part 1 here!
Development for the next update is already underway!
I previously mentioned that I needed to clean up the game's code before getting started, and it has genuinely made the development process much faster for me. The first weekly development update for Day 3 is already available on Patreon, and everyone else will be able to see it next week. That said, I'll be sharing fewer screenshots of new scenes this time around.
You'll also be getting some updates about the store and upcoming merchandise soon, so please be a little patient! I'm carefully checking the quality of every product before approving them. Some are already finished, while others are still on their way. I'll be sharing photos as soon as everything arrives.
Finally, a quick reminder: please don't use the moderators' ask boxes for questions, complaints, or reports about the game or unauthorized merchandise. I'll be providing an email address soon where you can send that information directly to me.
The moderators are here to help manage and organize this blog. On their personal blogs, however, they are simply fans and content creators with their own interests and opinions. The development of the game is still entirely my responsibility, so I kindly ask that you respect the moderators' personal spaces.
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A programação para a nova atualização já esta em andamento!
Eu havia mencionado que precisei fazer uma limpeza no código antes de começar, e isso realmente tornou as coisas bem mais rápidas para mim. A primeira atualização semanal do dia 3 já esta disponível no Patreon, e semana que vem vocês terão acesso a ela, porem eu mostrarei menos prints de cenas dessa vez.
Vocês também terão algumas atualizações sobre a loja e produtos em breve, sejam pacientes, para que tudo de certo eu estou conferindo todos os produtos antes de encomenda-los, alguns deles já estão prontos, outros ainda estão a caminho, e logo mostrarei algumas fotos.
Agora um rápido aviso: Pr favor, não usem o askbox dos moderadores para fazer perguntas, reclamações, ou denuncias com relação ao jogo ou de produtos ilegais, logo eu irei disponibilizar um email para que vocês possam enviar essas informações diretamente para mim.
Os mods ajudam a administrar e organizar esse blog, nos blogs pessoais deles eles são apenas fãs e criadores de conteúdo com seus gostos e opiniões, o desenvolvimento do jogo continua sendo inteiramente meu e peço que respeitem o espaço dos moderadores.
Também para a fandom brasileira, em breve eu entrarei em contato com alguns dos dubladores que se voluntariaram como Daishikawa, eu apenas não consegui tempo ainda para contata-los.
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Neko: She's talking about her parents here
Neko: Yes, she's trying to imitate his voice here, but it doesn't sound anything like him.
Women bleed from...Where?? (Pierrot TFC x FemReader
Synopsis - Every month Pierrot smells blood coming from his partner so he gives her bandaid after bandaid but it doesnt fix anything! When she finally explained what a period is...he proves hes the best boyfriend ever by caring for her during her time of the month
Eli note! Hello everyone! Sorry for so much Freak Circus, I love Pierrot hes so baby girl. Anyway! Drawing commissions are open guys! Super cheap. If you like my writing thats one way to support me
Pierrot had noticed it months ago.At first, he thought she was injured.
The scent of blood was unmistakable to a creature like him. Humans struggled to detect it sometimes, but monsters never did. Blood had a scent all its own—sharp, metallic, impossible to mistake.
And every month, for roughly a week, it appeared.
Not enough to indicate a serious wound.Not enough to make her collapse.
Just... there.
Every single month.
The first time, he'd panicked.
The second time, he'd become suspicious.
By the fourth month, he'd developed a solution.
A bandaid.
Every morning during Blood Week, he would quietly appear beside her and hold one out.
No explanation.
Just a bandaid.
"...Thank you?" she'd say.
Pierrot would nod seriously.
Then leave.
It became routine.
Blood smell appears.
Bandaid is presented.
Bandaid is accepted.
Everyone moves on.
At least, everyone except Pierrot.
Because it made absolutely no sense.
A bandaid should have fixed it by now.
Months passed.
The blood kept returning.
The bandaids kept being offered.
The mystery remained unsolved.
Until one morning.
Pierrot froze halfway through making breakfast. His head snapped up.
Blood. Fresh blood.
His eyes widened.
"No."
He dropped everything.
The pan clattered onto the stove.
"P-Pierrot?"
He was across the room instantly.
"What happened?"
She blinked.
"What?"
"The blood."
His hands immediately began checking her arms.
Then her shoulders.
Then her face.
"Where is it?"
"What are you talking about?"
"The bleeding."
His voice was getting higher with panic.
"You are bleeding."
She stared. "Pierrot—"
"I can smell it."
He sounded genuinely distressed.
"You are bleeding."
His hands moved to inspect her again. More carefully this time. Looking for cuts, Scratches, Bites, anything.
"Where is the wound?"
Pierrot looked ready to cry.
His shoulders slumped and his eyes were huge.
"That is how blood works."
She finally put a hand over her mouth.
Trying not to laugh.
He looked so serious.
So worried.
So utterly lost.
"Pfft—"
His expression immediately soured.
"Do not laugh."
That only made it worse.
She laughed harder.
Pierrot crossed his arms.
"I am worried."
"I know."
"You are bleeding."
"I know."
"Then why are you laughing?"
She finally managed to calm herself enough to speak.
"I'm on my period."
The words clearly meant absolutely nothing to him.
"A what?"
"A period."
He continued staring.
"...What is a period?"
Now it was her turn to blink.
"Wait."
Pierrot frowned.
"What?"
"You don't know what a period is?"
His confusion deepened.
"No."
"Oh."
She suddenly understood everything.The bandaids.
The concern.
The monthly investigations.
She finally took pity on him.
"Okay. A period is when women bleed."
Pierrot nodded slowly.
Following along.
"So there is a wound."
"No."
"No?"
"No."
His confusion returned instantly.
"Then where does the blood come from?"
"..."
"Where?"
"...My vagina."
The room somehow became quieter.
His eyes widened.
Then widened further.
Then somehow widened even more.
"Your what?"
"My vagina."
Pierrot looked horrified.
Absolutely horrified.
Women...Bled...From there?
"Oh."His voice was tiny.
"Oh, God."
She immediately started laughing again.
Pierrot wasn't listening anymore.
His entire worldview had just shattered.
"Every month?"
"Yep."
He sat down.
Slowly.
"What kind of cruel design is that?"
She snorted.
"I don't know."
He buried his face in his hands.
Then another thought struck him.
His head immediately shot up.
"Does it hurt?"
She shrugged.
"Not really."
Relief flooded his face.
Then she continued.
"The bleeding doesn't."
His relief vanished.
"The cramps do."
Pierrot's expression darkened.
"The what?"
"Cramps."
"What are cramps?"
She pointed vaguely at her stomach."Feels like my organs are trying to kill me sometimes."
Pierrot stared at her.
Then slowly looked toward the ceiling.
As if searching for whoever designed humanity.
He looked deeply disappointed in them.
"That is stupid."
She laughed.
"A lot of women agree with you."
"It is extremely stupid."
He stood abruptly.
Determination replacing panic.
She immediately recognized that look.
"Pierrot."
"What?"
"Don't."
"I have not done anything."
"You're planning something."
"I am not."
"You are."
"I am merely going to acquire things. "
His expression became deadly serious.
"Blankets."
She sighed.
"Babe—"
"Tea."
"Love-."
"Medicine."
"Pierrot."
"Perhaps soup."
She groaned.
Meanwhile Pierrot was already moving toward the door.
Muttering to himself.
Still horrified.
Still offended on behalf of every woman in existence.
"Every month," he whispered.
Shaking his head.
"That is ridiculous."
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Naturally, there was only one thing to do.
Research....
The computer glowed ominously in the dim living room.
Pierrot sat in front of it with the intensity of a scholar deciphering an ancient prophecy.
Technology was...Confusing.
Very confusing.
His claw hovered uncertainly above the keyboard.
"..."
One tap.
"H."
He squinted.
Another tap.
"O."
"..."
Backspace.
Wrong letter.
Growling quietly under his breath, he continued pecking at the keyboard one painfully slow key at a time.
He leaned back.
"P...period."
Success.
The search results exploded across the screen.
His eyes widened. There were... hundreds. Thousands.
He clicked the first one.
Then another.
His face cycled through every emotion imaginable.
"...Cramps can be severe..."
His brow furrowed.
"...Fatigue..."
He frowned harder.
"...Mood swings..."
His horns drooped.
"...Iron loss..."
He sat up straighter.
Iron.
She loses blood. Blood contains iron. She needs more iron.
She'd been doing this...Alone...Before she met him.
The thought made something ache inside his chest.
He hated it.
He hated imagining her curled up somewhere hurting without someone there to take care of her.
"...No."
He quietly folded the paper.
"Not anymore."
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By the time she returned from work, the apartment smelled incredible.
She blinked as soon as she stepped inside.
"...Pierrot?"
He poked his head around the corner.His eyes immediately lit up.
"You're home.
She smiled, then she noticed...
"...Are you wearing an apron?"
Pierrot looked down.
"...Perhaps."
It looked almost comically domestic on someone as monstrous as him.
He'd somehow managed to get flour across one cheek.
She covered her mouth to hide a grin.
"It suits you."
His ears twitched happily.
"I cooked."
"You... cooked?"
"I researched."
"...Should I be worried?"
"No."
He sounded almost offended.
"I followed instructions precisely."
He ushered her toward the dining room with surprising confidence.
The table was covered with food.
She stared.
"...Pierrot."
"I read that iron is important."
"You..."
"I also prepared a bath."
She looked back at him.
He looked so...Proud.
Like a child presenting a drawing to their parent.
She crossed the room and wrapped both arms around him.
Pierrot immediately melted.
His arms carefully circled her waist.
"...Did I do well?"
She buried her face against his chest.
"You did amazing."
He practically purred
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The bath had been perfect.
Warm.
Relaxing.
Comfortable.
Though...She couldn't help noticing Pierrot pacing outside the bathroom door every few minutes.
"You okay?"
"...Yes."
"...Are you hovering?"
"No.....I am guarding."
She laughed.
"I don't need guarding while I bathe."
"...You are vulnerable."
"I'm fine."
"..."
"..."
"...May I come in?"
She snorted.
"No."
"...Why?"
She laughed harder.
"Because I want five minutes to myself"
"...Very well."
She could practically hear the pout in his footsteps as he wandered away
....
She emerged from the bathroom...
Only to find Pierrot waiting with a bowl.
"...Open."
She laughed.
"Really?"
"You require nutrients."
"I'm capable of feeding myself."
"I know."
"..."
"...Open."
She rolled her eyes.
"...Fine."
He smiled.
The spoon carefully lifted toward her lips.
"There."
She accepted the bite.
He watched with intense concentration until she swallowed.
"Good."
Another spoonful.
"So..."
His voice was gentle.
"...How was work?"
She smiled.
"It was normal."
He continued feeding her between conversations, occasionally reminding her to drink her tea.
Every tiny thing she'd mentioned during his research...He was following. Exactly. Without missing a step.
By the end of dinner...She'd never felt more cared for in her life....
"Lay down."
She looked over her shoulder.
"Hm?"
"On your stomach."
"...Why?"
"I researched."
She laughed then flopped dramatically onto the bed.
Pierrot climbed on beside her.
His large hands hovered uncertainly above her lower back.
"...If this hurts...Tell me immediately."
"I will."
He pressed gently.
She let out a quiet sigh.
"...Oh."
His ears perked.
"Good?"
"...Really good."
Relief washed over him.
Slowly...Carefully...His thumbs worked across the tense muscles in her back.
He wasn't rushing.
He could actually feel the tension slowly melting beneath his hands.
"There..."
He murmured quietly.
"Relax."
She practically melted into the mattress.
"...You're unfairly good at this."
"I researched."
She laughed into the pillow.
"I can tell."
He smiled to himself.
Research was wonderful. Research made her happy.
He approved of research.
When he'd finished, she rolled onto her back with a sleepy little yawn.
Pierrot immediately climbed into bed beside her.
Without a word...She curled against him.
Like she'd done a thousand times before.
His arms surrounded her instinctively.
One hand settled gently over her lower stomach.
Remembering another article...He rubbed slow, careful circles through the fabric of her shirt.
"...Better?"
"Mhm..."
"So this helps?"
"...Mhm..."
He felt ridiculously accomplished.
His chin rested lightly against the top of her head.
"...I have made a decision."
Her eyes remained closed.
"...Mm?"
"I will do this every month."
She smiled sleepily.
"You don't have to."
"I do."
She laughed quietly.
His hand never stopped those slow circles across her stomach.
After a long moment, he spoke again.
"...Actually..."
"Hm?"
"I could also do these things when you are not bleeding."
She opened one eye.
"Oh?"
"I can cook. I can prepare baths. I can massage your back. I can cuddle you."
"Hmm."
"...Daily."
She finally looked up at him.
"...You just want an excuse to pamper me."
He blinked innocently.
"...Perhaps."
She rolled her eyes.
"I knew it."
He kissed the top of her head with surprising tenderness.
"I simply enjoy caring for you."
His voice had grown so quiet she almost missed it.
"...It makes me happy."
She looked up at him.
He wasn't embarrassed. He wasn't teasing. He meant every word. He loved taking care of her.
Not because he thought she couldn't care for herself
...But because every act of service was another way of saying what he still struggled to put into words.
I love you.
I worry about you.
I want you comfortable.
I want you safe.
I want you smiling.
She reached up and gently cupped his cheek.
"...I love you too."
Pierrot's heart nearly stopped.
He leaned into her touch without thinking.
"...Good."
He whispered it almost shyly.
"...Because I intend to keep spoiling you."
She laughed softly.
"I figured."
His tail curled happily around her legs beneath the blankets as she drifted off to sleep, one hand still rubbing gentle circles over her stomach while the other held her securely against his chest.
He listened to her breathing even out.
Only then did he allow himself to relax.
Next month, he'd be ready.
No more suffering alone.
Not while she had him.
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Period was busy building snowman but immediately went into action when MC was knocked to the ground lmao (to be fair, MC started it so I don't blame Jalapeño haha)
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