roald dahl was antisemitic and misogynistic. george orwell was openly homophobic. edgar allan poe married his 13 year old cousin. dr seuss cheated on his wife (and was racist as well as antisemitic!). hp lovecraft was racist as fuck.
anyways they’re fucking dead it’s not like you’re enabling their behaviors in the afterlife or something. then again I think they bleed into the books so uh keep an eye out for that
the difference between these old white guys and jk rowling is that the former group is all dead. jk rowling is alive and using your money to oppress trans people
᯽ I've been thinking a lot recently about how we see Dora only through the eyes of Harry "Unreliable Narrator" Du Bois. Clearly he really put her on a pedestal, right. I've seen some interesting discussions about this so if you have any thoughts about Dora please let me know because I'd be very happy to hear
᯽ I wanted to draw Dora without mentioning Harry (even though she's kinda through his eyes), because this is about her. Maybe in her own personal self she feels inadequate. Maybe she feels shame, or grief, or guilt. But, we'll never know because Harry has amnesia and his baggage interferes anyway.
᯽ I am happy with how Dora came out, and this drawing has some personal meaning for me, but I also drew things I thought would be interesting, one detail being that her hair is actually dyed blonde (not sure if this is obvious in the drawing or not) -- I saw someone mention this, sorry, I don't remember exactly where I saw it!! But I find this really tasty given how much Harry seems to be obsessed with her "welkin" blonde-ness.
᯽ Listened to Berghain while drawing and this raises some interesting questions. Literally read the lyrics and think about Dora omg
᯽ Timelapse:
--ok I did think about doing like dolorian designs or some plant-like imagery, or like apricots or something but I changed it to like a "oh no we're in the pale and everything's disintegrating" background. Idk what's going on
Gonna be straight with you brah. I yearn for bottom circus. Like I know for the most part, they are canonically dom and majority wouldn’t even let us try to take the lead, Jester and TT especially, but hey WE deserve a turn on the carousel too yk. There’s so much top circus out there and Im not complaining, but there needs to be a balance. And I know I’m not the only one with the amount of people who want to brat tame the hell out of Harlequin. So for those people in the back, and if you will, may I ask for The Freak Circus smut: Their first experience with being penetrated by us.
Im desperate
Oh my YESSYESYEYSYESY AAAAA
i need this so badly too, though i know jester and tt would be nearly impossible to top, i still got smth(😈)
SMUT BELOW
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Pierrot
-Sure, its his nature to top you but of course he would let you take lead if you so wanted to.
-He would listen to every word you say, follow every order you command to him, treat him the way you want to treat him.
-He would be cautious of how much parts of him he shows, well, that is unless you have already seen his monster form.
-When hes first penetrated by you, he loves to hear praise for him coming from your lips. He also wants to feel your touch, as in like gently caressing him, especially on the chance that he removes his mask, he loves to feel you kiss his forehead and hold his chin in your hands only looking at him.
-He never realized how much he needed you to control him until you did, and he enjoyed every second of it.
Harlequin
-Oh yea, you know its about to be brat taming man.
-It would take quite a while before he decided to let you take lead, also, not matter what he says, he loves it, he can easily overpower you strength wise. And he isnt, thats for a reason.
-You would need to be mean to him in order for him to listen, force him, make him know you're in control here. But dont worry, if he didnt like it he could easily take control, him not doing so shows he likes every part of it.
-He wouldn't want you to be too soft on him, genuine affection just scares him, just a minute to adjust to the stretch is the only thing he wants.
-Sometimes, you'll notice his tentacles gets handsy with you, getting near your intimate areas, you can most definitely slap them away if you wanted to, just fuck him harder and he would probably forget what he was trying to do.
-I cant tell if he would let people know if you topped him or not, it kind of depends on who hes flexing on, though, keep in mind however rough with him you decided to be, hes planning to do worse to you.
Ticket Taker
-He would definitely not allow this unless he knew you for a long time, and I mean a LONG time.
-But anyways, when you finally get that chance, you might be topping him, but at first he will be in control. When you get him more tired, he would likely trust in you more to take full control of him.
-How you know if you're fucking him good is if you hear soft and quiet breathy groans from him.
-He doesn't like to be stared at whilst you fuck him, it makes him feel humiliated. He is okay with you admiring the sight of him below you, you're gonna wanna admire it while you can, cuz this is gonna be the first and LAST time he does this.
-As long as you don't forget the power he will continue to have over you, he would be fine with it, just don't even and I mean, ever, use this as bragging rights against him.
Jester
-It would be an extremely. EXTREMELY. Rare occurence.
-Similar to Bil, he would need to know you for a long time, else you're not getting even close to controlling him in any way.
-BUT. When you finally get to, just know, it isn't because he necessarily wants you to, but he trusts you to. This is not supposed to be an ego boost for you, it's supposed to be a symbolism of trust, yknow?
-He won't let you become rough with him though, only he can deliver the rough treatment.(Unfair ahh)
-He would do his best to be quiet, sorry but I don't think you'll get the satisfaction of getting sounds from him. He would show how much he likes it differently though.
-He would sorta order you around, like if he needed a minute to adjust, he would order you to stop, trust me, you should know better than to not listen, even though he may be on bottom this time, it does NOT mean he won't flip you around.
-I don't think I have to mention this but, don't even mention this to literally anyone. Especially not to the other circus memebers, hes a leader, he's supposed to have power.
Doctor
-I don't really know with him, I mean yea he would let it happen just so he could experiment on something new.
-It might be a little awkward though, you probably wouldn't hear much sounds out of him, unless he was calling certain things you would do 'interesting'.
-You might think he isn't enjoying it, but really he's just analyzing everything, he really has no problem with letting you top, you could literally do anything and he wouldn't mind it.
-The slight pain of the stretch wouldn't really suprise him much, I feel he would notice what would feel best to him, and he might use it on you later when you let him top again.
-I think him and Pierrot would be the ones you could top whenever you wanted to.
Weak.
Devour her! You didn’t go through all that for nothing!
What does it mean to be weak?
I refuse to let them regain their strength-not at her expense.
Does that mean a lack of strength?
It was bound to happen. They’re nothing but a filthy scavenger.
An inferior being?
If I split open their skull, would I discover a conscience?
A person in distress, waiting for his saviour?
Mercy is inconceivable. Am I not right ?
A predator turned prey?
NO! They would never have done such a thing!
A broken puppet. A toy rendered useless.
The circus quietens down, the shows come to an end, the visitors leave the tents, and the monsters return to the darkness. Sadly for you, rest is nothing but a pipe dream, a cherished habit that has been stripped away from you. After all, a scavenger has no need for Morpheus.
You must look after the Fools, those humans who have fallen into the clutches of the circus, the majority of whom in no way deserve this cruel fate. The weakest are always the first to be devoured, providing for the needs of the strongest, who are often the most unworthy. The Fools are proof of this cruelty; their kindness has led them into the tender and comforting embrace of Control.
Poor humans; how can you not feel pity for them after every performance? Although they lack free will, they are still living beings, and these very beings still feel pain. From the lacerations tearing through their bodies, to flesh being ripped from severed limbs, down to broken bones.
However, there is little difference between you and the Fools. Humans turned into prey, and a scavenger caught up in their own cowardice.
Having finally finished your work with the Fools (the bile rises just thinking about the state of the one who played the Angel in the Jester’s show), your bones creak like those strange, crumpled humans after hours of dealing with ingrate tasks and dodging the circus members, particularly the Serpent and his damned wandering tentacles. Feeling despise gnaw at your mind just thinking of the tentacled monster with his raging libido, your dorsal spines straighten and quiver, nearly tearing through the fabric, whilst one of your three tails tightens around your leg, the stinger pricking your ankle.
Stay calm. Always stay calm. And honestly, you’re no match for Harlequin, or even the other members—and certainly not Pierrot. Although you are the tallest monster in the circus, so much so even the Bird has to look up to observe you, your body, as thick as phasma, is far from capable of surviving the Predator’s fury. A weakling has no say; a weakling must endure; a weakling must serve, not enslave; a weak, treacherous weakling must comply.
“Well, well, well… Who do we have here?” Humming the last few words, the Serpent slips up behind you, his sharp fingers taking malicious delight in stroking your dorsal spine, pressed against the fabric. “What are you doing here at this hour, my sweet, adorable, ridiculously delicious Scavenger?” His disgusting tentacles quickly follow suit, wrapping themselves around your thighs, tightening as they feel the tails around your legs stiffen.
Brilliant! The one you were so desperate to avoid is now clinging to your back like a leech in heat… Can a leech even be in heat? That’s beside the point! A shiver of pure revulsion runs down your spine as you feel the viscous appendages of Harlequin sticking to your clothes. If only your stingers still had venom…
“I’ve just finished dealing with the Fools…” A second shiver grips you as one of his tentacles slips beneath the fabric, seeking the warmth of the scales dotting the skin of your waist.
“Hmm… And here I was, in my great benevolence, bringing you a little gift. The Scavenger must be quite hungry, mustn’t they?” In one of his hands is a brown paper bag; the paper has gone brown, as has the thick crimson liquid dripping onto the ground.
Red. Red everywhere; everything is red – on his suit, on the bag, on the ground, his whole arm. The colour trickled down the bag, staining the paper in its wake until it pooled beneath, forming a single drop that fell and painted the floor with its thick, viscous consistency. The faint sound of the drops crashing into the small scarlet puddle rang so loudly in your ears. That echo returned constantly, scraping at the edges of your consciousness, awakening an unrecognisable, monstrous hunger. Saliva threatening to overflow from your mask and ruin the make-up perfected after weeks in the kennel.
“Here it is. I knew you’d be dying for it! After weeks on a leash at his feet. The hunger must have become unbearable. Gnawing at your own flesh is far from enough, isn’t it, my dear?” With no other aim than to ruin what little sanity you have left, Harlequin takes a wicked, sadistic pleasure in waving the bag under your nose, before finally pulling out the piece out of the bag.
Big. Thick. Red. Meaty. Juicy.
Your gaze is fixed on the meat in his hand, blood dripping between his fingers, the scent spreading through the air, whilst beneath your mask your cheeks flush pink, your saliva becomes hard to swallow, your pupils narrow, and your second pair of eyes open.
“G-Give it to me…”
“What was that?” Delighted, Harlequin tightens his grip on the meat, his claws piercing the flesh and sinking in, the blood flowing more freely, the scent growing even stronger.
Like a dog with its treats, Harlequin tosses the chunk, which you catch without hesitation; your own claws slice through the meat before you shove it whole into your mouth, your multiple rows of teeth tearing through the flesh effortlessly.
Harlequin smirks, his own tongue—a repulsive, unmistakable green—licking the blood staining his fingers. His gaze never leaves you for a moment, your Adam’s apple bobbing as you swallow the barely chewed piece of meat. Would it swell just as much if he put something else in there ?
Completely consumed by hunger, you search for the slightest trace of blood, even ending up licking your own fingers, your teeth cutting your skin. Harlequin takes advantage of this focus to snuggle up against your body, his head resting against your chest, his rarely hesitant hands trembling for a moment before finding their place on your back, savouring the warmth emanating from you. Just one moment…
Alone, the Scavenger gnaws at his own flesh.
Through his tears, shame brings his failings back to the light.
Longing to regain his freedom,
The Scavenger abused her charity.
Ta-da! Here’s the first story about the Scavenger! A character I’ve wanted to write about for a while now, and I’ve finally taken the plunge.
I hope the ending wasn’t too rushed and, ABOVE ALL, that Harlequin stayed true to his character! Feel free to ask any questions about the Scavenger or simply about my story; all feedback is welcome.
If I could draw, I’d have had so much fun sketching the Scavenger. Unfortunately, the best I can manage is a stick figure.
trans women and trans men and nonbinary people and everyone else being friends and holding each other close and falling in love and thinking of each other. I'm making this my future. let's all be okay together
one genre of fanfiction that seems to have mostly disappeared since i became an adult is shenanigans-type fics. like not exactly crack but just "the gang goes to 7-11" type, extremely low-stakes plot stories. the beach episodes of fanfiction. i just feel like i don't see those around so much anymore. whered they go. i miss them :(
getting fixated on something is funny because the first like week i have an insatiable need to tell everyone i know about it and spread the good word but by weeks 2 and 3 it becomes so intense and personal that even hearing it mentioned in public makes me sweat as if a dark secret was alluded to
For those who don't know: Ikumi Nakamura is the woman who was senior artist on Bayonetta, and designed the titular character along with Hideki Kamiya. Their greatest moment of bonding was over their insistence that Bayonetta keep her glasses on at all times.
Nakamura cannot go to horny jail. She is the warden.
