Call me whatever you want! People call me Inter because of my username but feel free to use any name as long as it isn't too mean <3
I'm 21 and use she/they pronouns, all other information is classified indefinitely (aka until I yap about it)
I'm the author of 'It's fine, it's ok, I'll die anyway (though not if Pierrot can help it)' ⁽ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰᶠᵘˡ ⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ⁱᵗ⁾ and 'There's nothing you can do: it's already been done' so I post writing updates here, but I also draw and am in the process of writing a novel!
Also wrote some one-shots (for which I take requests), feel free to check those out-
Birdbath (Tumblr link)
Overwhelming warmth (Tumblr link)
Greenhouse ruins (Tumblr link)
Spring cleaning (Tumblr link)
A different kind of aggression (Tumblr link)
Something quiet, something real (Tumblr link)
Speaking of art! My requests are open, so if you want then feel free to send an idea over in an ask. I can't promise it'll be done quickly because I am employed and prone to art block but I'll try to get round to all of them! (most of my art has the tag #art ig, so if you wanna take a look at my stuff then look at that hihi)
If you're the person who sent this ask, could you please send another letting me know if you have a specific condition in mind?
I've been putting off this request because it's a little intimidating but I really want to write it, I don't want to represent anything wrong though so I'd really appreciate a little clarification 🥹🥹🥹
yall really like the first doodle i did. so i added on to it.
if their is one thing Deadra hates more then being stuck in the middle of them being spicy.
Its when they turn their full attention on her.
columbina isnt scared of spiders so i gotta find a way to describe a huntsman as a silly little creature but bro. bro even photos of that thing make me have to lasso my soul so it doesnt fly away from my body. why does this thing exist. i keep hearing the windows shutdown noise whenever the image graces my presence. columbinas stronger than me cause if i found that in my bag im dying on the spot and drowning harlequin as a ghost and then beating up his ghost with a nail studded bat
Uh. Warning for Pierrot being emotionally manipulative and abusive >_>
Pierrot trying desperately and failing to make you fall for him.
With tears in his eyes, he asks why you won't accept him, accept his love.
Feeling bad for the lovesick clown, you reluctantly confess to him about your past experiences. Maybe it was a terrible ex, maybe it was a manipulative friend, maybe it was abusive parents,
Either way, you've had your heart broken before and have a hard time trusting people again.
Pierrot swears up and down that he'll treat you right if you just accept him, but you can't. You just can't.
Pierrot spends the next few days asking more and more questions about your past, about the specific ways you've been hurt. His intense fixation on it was getting uncomfortable. Why did he keep asking how they did it? He claims its so that he knows what to avoid, but just being a decent person is all he really needs to do.
Whilst you're not in love with the guy, you do consider him something between an acquaintance and a friend. He seemed lonely, so you didn't want to be too cruel to him, you just wanted to let him know that you're not interested.
The next time you see him, you feel like something is a bit... off. He's more forceful. More intense. Instead of asking, he simply states how things are going to be and ignores any confused follow-up questions from you. He takes your hand and drags you to the circus grounds.
You don't know what's going on. His grip is too tight. It hurts. You tell him as much. He glances back to you, eyes momentarily softening before something harsher stretches across his features. For a split second, you could've sworn he looked distressed.
The circus wasn't open yet. There were no witnesses. Nobody to hear you scream but him.
"I didn't want to do this, my dear, but you've forced my hand. If affection is not what you need in order to accept me, then..." with every hushed word spoken, you could feel your stomach turn as something cold gripped your insides, freezing the air in your lungs.
"What are you talking about...?"
He opened the flap of his tent and dragged you inside, forcing you to sit on the edge of his bed.
Kneeling down before you, he took a hold of your shoulders, the one phrase you never wanted to hear again spilling from his masked lips.
No. No. Not again. You couldn't do this again. Not here, not now.
You couldn't breathe.
Pierrot smiled at your reaction, though it was bittersweet.
All he needed to do was pretend. The cruelty was just a performance. He didn't like hurting you, but it was the only way you'd see things his way. He'll go right back to loving you the moment you stop resisting him.
But for now, he would have to pretend to be like the ones that came before him, just to have a chance at winning your heart. It was the only thing that had yielded him any results.
The ends would justify the means.
He wasn't like the rest. His intentions were to protect you. To love you.
This was only temporary.
He knows you'll forgive him in due time. If you didn't, he would simply have to employ another one of those little fun facts he learned about you until you had no other choice.
This was love. And love requires sacrifices to be made.
"Oh, my darling, please trust me. This hurts me more than it hurts you. Be a dear and hold still. This is for your own good."
