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Just an OC blog where I rant about my creepy clown OCs

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"That is the secret, darling", The Queen said as they floated in the twisting void. Thousands of images flashed before the two clowns, and Mitus saw herself in every one. And in everyone, "it's always the same fate for you." The queen said again, there was no comfort in her words, it almost seemed mocking. Mitus Watched all the other versions of herself, locked up and experimented on being forged into a weapon. There was no escaping it. There truly was no hope for her. "You see, we are anomalies, darling. Were simply not meant to exists. And by the chance of pure chaos, you existed. And that caused, 'Problems'" She placed her hands on Mitus's shoulders, lightly tapping her spikes. "But if we removed you from existence, smoothed out those ripples. "Why darling-" Mitus turned to face the queen, with a cold and determined look on her face. "Do it, now, please." The queen snapped her fingers and Mitus ignited in sparks and light. Everything burned, she heard the screams of all her alternate realities leave their finals screams. One by they grew quieter, and suddenly there was only hers. Thats when everything became dark. Darker than she ever could have imagined. It reminded her of the "Before time" the time she spent trapped within the ground out of place. Before the pain, there was this lonely darkness. But before long something different happens, a light, a pair of yellow lights in the darkness. And a third light above those. They grew closer and closer, and for the first time, in a long time, Mitus felt fear, once again. "You doubted me" the familiar voice of the queen broke the silence. "That's hilarious", she broke out into a deep hysterical laugh. And suddenly, they were standing on a rooftop of some unrecognizable planet. Mitus looked around at all the buildings, all the life, everything flourishing in its prime. And walked towards the edge. "Its is done. You no longer live, and you can't technically die. We have escaped that silly marry-go-round." Mitus turned to the queen, who was smiling wide at her. Mitus could feel her. Her gaze pierced through her. "What is it that you want to do right now?" She asked, Mitus could feel her stirring through her mind. Excitement overtook her and she finally spoke again. "Destroy" her hair began to twist into fists, the queen started to giggle gleefully "I want to destroy it all."

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Random fact dump 1

· Many of the clowns that wonder the apocalyptic waste lands have gone savage in nature and behave more like beasts rather than people. (To include howling, running on all fours, and of course, cannibalism · My clowns are NOT human, I repeat, my Clowns are NOT human. They are an entirely separate humanoid alien race. · None of the Clowns remember anything about themselves prior to the apocalypse. Theybawake as beasts, surving on instinct. · All clowns have “The dream” in which shows the the lives of themselves through alternate dimensions. Showing their non clown alternate versions of themselves. Often the final moments. · No clown ever speaks of “The dream” and after having it, the clown becomes less savage and regains some sanity. · Most of my OCs featured are female, this is because the ratio on their planet was 40% male 60% female · Their planet has magic within the air itself. The auroras are raw magic gathered and dripping upon the planet. Clowns can channel, and absorb and use these to power themselves . · Demonic entities have invaded the planet for as long as they history can recall. -The demons hated clowns and often tried to corrupt them. They would battle for eternity, and the clowns accepted this as their destiny. · The planet had many rifts, tears in reality that clowns could use to travel to different dimensions and realities. ·Interdimensional travel was banned to the public, after demons started using the rifts to invade · All clowns have really large teeth, but it can be hidden by magic. Their teeth were inspired by mileena from MKX (She’s my favorite) · All clowns are slightly malleable, (idk if that’s the right word 😓) They are highly flexible, and can take a surprising amount of damage · Clowns all have a pocket universe, its a part of them. It’s where clowns store their props and trinkets for jokes and games. Also serves as a storage unit, you can pretty much put anything in there (even a train), but not the living. It has, dire consequences. ·The “magical pocket” must be contained in some kind of container, less it becomes volatile and unstable. Clowns can store these dimensions in their hair, if big enough. · Technology was highly advanced in their world. Space travel was normal. These voyages would be known as "Traveling Circuses" ·Though face make up exsists, the marking on a clowns face are their actual skin. They have control over the pigments in their face and can change to colorful markings they wear. ·Clowns are trained to combat at very young ages, though this is strictly for preparations in case of a demonic encounter. ·Though trained in combat, not all clowns grew up to be fighters. Demonic invasions had reached an all time low. With the clowns now holding ground in demonic realms. ·Nightmare clowns are a rare breed of clowns that are partiality demonic. They are often very frightening in appearance and don't usually speak much. Though they never harm their distant cousin's.

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There are those whom are born with a natural talent for tapping into the arcane. Mastery over such magics comes at the cost of ones voice, but those whom are able to wield arcance constructs are rewarded with power. Those who dwell too far into the Arcane become disconnected from the rest of the world, and become something different all together. Mimes are often silent, tactful individuals whom prefer to only be around one another. Unlike many of their counterparts across dimensions. These mimes are able to speak, albiet telepathy, or very very very low whispers. A mimes voice becomes one with the arcane and every word becomes spell bound. Ancient mimes were belived to take an oath of silence that they may not destroy the world with a sentence. It’s also belived that a spell was placed over all mimes for the same reason. However. The reason for mimes silence is always unclear. And they had all but vanished after the first Apocalypse.