your favorite girl

★ she/her ⸝⸝ 22y ★

[stardust-scent]

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MOONY OR QINNY OR BUNNY ─── 22y. brazilian. fanfiction writer. pierrot's dearest. @qin-qin16 is the main blog

𑣲 side blog created to satisfy my obsession with THE FREAK CIRCUS

𑣲 minors do not interact. the game itself is 18+ therefore my blog is too

© stardust-scent. do not copy, post as yours, or use my work for any AI purposes

[xnzlian]

They're stacking on top of each other! Well, stacking their heads— I used to see a lot of people take family pictures like this so I got inspired to do one with them (⁠⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠⁠)

[stardust-scent]

The moment you begin to see between the lines of Jester's play about Pierrot, Harlequin and Columbina's love triangle, you can never unsee that Harlequin was possibly jealous of Pierrot

[naibuding]

初次见面ww！😋我来把画的TFC的塔罗牌愚人牌系列搬过来一下！

Nice to meet you ww! 😋I'll move the TFC's tarot fool series here!

[mei-the-panda]

Pierrot's White Outfit

[nyanaknifegal]

Dunno when I'll finish it clean with colors but heres the entire sketch of that one bed meme I saw on Twitter cept I extended it cuz I hate Harlquin so much <3

He should've stayed on the floor, he stinks <3

That meme I saw on Twitter

[stardust-scent]

─── fem!reader, suggestive, yandereish thoughts, kinda dark

PIERROT's face burns in your hands — pupils dilated, focused where your heart beats: beneath your partially bare chest, button-up shirt open and bra exposed. He can almost taste the sweetness your flesh must hold between his teeth, how satisfying it would be to lick his fingers clean after devouring you whole — to tear your love out from beneath your ribs, to nestle into your final heartbeats and sigh your last breath. Yet, his yearning it's nothing more than a distant thought, murmured in the dead of night when his claws — sharp, lethal — trail across your skin, sliding from your collarbone to your chest, almost in a fragile touch, too afraid to even draw a single thread of blood, to stain the rest of your skin with such vivid red.

For now, PIERROT is content to have his own face held by you, your gentle palms against his mask, and to be able to listen to what keeps you alive.

[ishimaurell]

aaaand a couple of portraits

[xnzlian]

Teeth.

[xnzlian]

⁠✧WARNING✧ - BLOOD/GORE

I freakin love Jester's performance..

[baidao]

[bittergourds-blog]

update

[pierrotlune-deactivated20260518]

🎪 ✧ SHOWING YOU MY WORLD ✧ 🎪

tonight’s performance:

you pull pierrot around the city, showing him your favorite dessert shops, bookstores, and quiet rooftop views. he follows quietly, enjoying each place not just for what it is — but because he’s experiencing it with you, until the night ends with soft hands held and the quiet understanding that your world is becoming his too.

🎠 ✧ BEFORE THE CURTAIN RISES

warnings: fluff, soft romance, hand holding, quiet/introvert pierrot, extrovert reader, date-like scenario, gentle affection, cozy city night setting

a/n: short little fic because i don't really feel well T^T

you grab pierrot’s hand before he can even properly ask where you’re going.

“come on,” you say, already pulling him down the sidewalk.

“…where?” he asks quietly, adjusting his grip on your hand so he doesn’t stumble.

“you’ll see.”

he nods, even though you didn’t really answer him. he always does that — trusting you even when you’re being vague, even when you’re dragging him somewhere unfamiliar.

the city is alive tonight. warm lights spill from shop windows, laughter drifts from open cafés, and music hums faintly from somewhere down the street. pierrot walks close beside you, his shoulder brushing yours every few steps, eyes quietly taking everything in.

he doesn’t say much, but you can tell he’s curious.

he always is.

you stop in front of a small dessert shop tucked between two larger buildings. warm golden lights glow through the windows, and the smell of sugar and caramel drifts outside.

“first stop,” you announce proudly.

pierrot looks up at the sign, then back at you.

“you’ve been here before.”

“many times.”

“you remembered i like sweet things.”

you grin. “of course i did.”

his ears turn slightly pink. “…thank you.”

inside, the place is cozy and warm. you order for both of you without hesitation, already knowing what he’ll like. pierrot stands close beside you, quietly watching as you talk to the cashier like you’ve known them forever.

when you hand him the small cup of dessert, he looks at it like it’s something delicate.

“it looks nice.”

“try it.”

he does. his eyes soften immediately. “it’s good.”

you beam. “i knew you’d like it.”

he takes another bite, slower this time, savoring it. then, without thinking, he nudges the spoon toward you.

“you should have some too.”

you lean closer and take a bite.

he watches your reaction carefully, like it matters.

“yeah,” you say, smiling. “still good.”

he looks faintly pleased.

after that, you pull him to the next place.

then the next.

a quiet bookstore with soft lighting. a tiny arcade tucked into a side street. a small rooftop overlooking the city where the wind is cool and gentle.

pierrot follows you everywhere without complaint.

he’s quiet, but not withdrawn — just taking everything in, his fingers always loosely hooked with yours. sometimes he glances at you instead of the places themselves, like he’s more interested in watching you enjoy it.

by the time you reach the last stop, the sky has darkened completely.

you stop in front of a small food stall glowing under string lights.

“this one’s my favorite,” you say.

“why?” he asks softly.

“because it’s cozy. and the food’s amazing. and-” you shrug slightly, smiling. “it’s nice to end dates here.”

pierrot goes still for a second.

“…dates.”

you blink. “yeah. i mean- if that’s okay.”

he nods quickly.

“it is.”

you order something to share, and the two of you sit on a nearby bench. the air is cooler now, and pierrot shifts slightly closer without thinking, his shoulder pressing gently against yours.

“you know a lot of places,” he murmurs.

“i like exploring.”

“i like when you show me.”

you smile softly at that.

he hesitates, then speaks again. “…i wouldn’t have come to any of these alone.”

“really?”

he nods slightly.

“it’s easier with you.”

your heart warms.

you nudge him lightly. “well, i’ve got plenty more places to show you.”

he glances at you, something soft in his expression.

“i’d like that.”

you lean back slightly, watching the lights flicker around you.

pierrot’s hand slowly slides into yours again.

his grip is gentle.

comfortable.

“thank you,” he murmurs quietly.

“for what?”

“for showing me your world.”

you squeeze his hand.

“it’s ours now,” you say softly.

pierrot’s fingers tighten just slightly around yours.

and he doesn’t let go.

[stardust-scent]

Hey!! I LOVE Pierrot SO MUCH and I wanted to make a request, where the female protagonist is dominant and decides to show all her love for Pierrot...like we, the fans, truly feel for him, haha! (I'd like there to be an explicit scene where we pull Pierrot by the waist and start sucking his "little friend" through his pants, squeezing his butt and everything, while the protagonist says obscene things she thinks about him, like "I want to sit on you until you're completely mute" - sorry, I'm a little perverted when it comes to Pierrot hehe >:D)

Hi anon! For now I'm not accepting requests, since I don't have a post explaining the rules or what I write or don't. And I don't write smut/explicit scenes either

When I open my requests, I would love to receive one from you in the future!

[periculosilva]

Comfortable loungewear

[stardust-scent]

꒰♡꒱ ⸝⸝ te roer até o osso, feito cachorro

ft. pierrot + flirty!reader ; there's something that catches your eye in that odd circus, especially their quiet and cute pierrot

content. fluff, "cutie" is used as a pet name, reader is unaware of the macabre events around the circus

bunny thoughts. first time writing for the freak circus, hooray!

You hear the jingling first, a tlim-tlim similar to the small, bell chime, yet unlike; belonging to the city's newest attraction. "Who would've thought… looks like we've run into each other again, cutie."

You toss the damp cloth over your shoulder, finishing wiping down the café counter as Pierrot — as he introduced himself earlier — walks in. Your gaze lifts, landing on the unsettlingly pale mask, uncanny; almost as if it were part of his real skin. Maybe it's the translucency, or, maybe, it's only on you, wanting to see him all clumsy with your little pet names.

And you can't help but notice the sudden flush on his previously white cheeks. Jackpot.

"What can I do for you today?" It's casual, an everyday question you ask every other customer — but there's something different, a honeyed taste that drips from your tongue when it's directed at Pierrot. Something that, without you realizing it, puts a smile on your lips, minor but present.

Before you can say anything else, he points to one of the items on the menu: a strawberry and chocolate milkshake, with coffee.

"A bit odd for this cold weather," you begin, a subtle tease rising, "but it kind of makes sense." He tilts his head to the side, confused by your words — falling right into your trap.

You lean your elbows on the counter, as close to Pierrot as the counter allows; your chin resting on your fingers before you purr, "Sweet tooth for someone as sweet as you." And a wink is enough to set him ablaze.

A laugh escapes before you can swallow it back, vibrating in your chest along with the palpitations of your heart — thump thump, thump thump, echoes in your eardrums; and you wonder if the same sound echoes in Pierrot. "Okay, okay, sorry—" The words trip over each other, but are interrupted before they can even form a complete sentence.

Pierrot, still with a burning face, now sighs against your face — unlike you, the counter doesn't seem to stop him, serving only as a frivolous obstacle between your bodies. You can see the gold of his eyes, latent, little luminous dots amidst the darkness behind the mask.

"You—you really think so, my dear?" He's breathless, seeming to want to breathe the same air as you. "But I think you're the sweetest of us two."

The blow hits its target, a little shaky between his teeth, but, just as your words against him, his hit your already palpitating heart straight on — and soon, it's not just Pierrot who's blushing.

"You think so, cutie?"

The words brush against your ears. "I'm sure of it." It's whispered almost like a secret between you, carrying something you still can't name.

You're the first to pull away — a grin escaping your lips as Pierrot's mood wilts with your departure, his shoulders drooping and his gaze turning sad. "Someone has to make your milkshake. I'll be right back."

You hope that, from this distance, he doesn't see your trembling fingers as you grab the cup, and certainly doesn't hear the blood pulsing beneath your collarbone and nape — warm to the touch. You hope he doesn't know how to return your pick-up lines with such genuineness anymore… for the sake of your poor little heart.

[batwngs]

i dont go here and truly know nothing about this but ugh im obsessed with ur writing and just how insanely delicate you write even the flirtiest of situations :'0 like the dialogue in this is insaneeee the way they both play off one another, literally tossing the shared words, phrases, pet names back at each other, and yet come out the other end flustered and physically reacting with "trembling fingers" and blood loud and present in how it pulses through the reader

and on that note of physicality, it's sooo visceral throughout this:

A laugh escapes before you can swallow it back, vibrating in your chest along with the palpitations of your heart — thump thump, thump thump, echoes in your eardrums; and you wonder if the same sound echoes in Pierrot. "Okay, okay, sorry—" The words trip over each other, but are interrupted before they can even form a complete sentence. Pierrot, still with a burning face, now sighs against your face — unlike you, the counter doesn't seem to stop him, serving only as a frivolous obstacle between your bodies. You can see the gold of his eyes, latent, little luminous dots amidst the darkness behind the mask.

like the level of detail you added throughout this on the subject of both pierrot and the reader's physical reactions to one another being this close and flirting openly is sooo insane because it really does appear as its own language and world-building, which ik sounds odd because the body as world-building, but like that's literally what u did here its soooo perfect especially with the insane level of detail you stitched into every single reaction!!! it's genuinely so addicting to read

but also omg the way you so easily build atmosphere in this is insane, like right from the very first sentence we're immediately ushered into this world and greeted by the reader's words!!! it's subtle worldbuilding too in how you just use onomatopoeias to welcome us into the realm of this fic and then slowly narrow the focus down to movements carried by the reader and pierrot it's so genius omggg

[stardust-scent]

Z!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR DEDICATED WORDS!! And yes!! I realized that I don't really like writing worlds/scenarios outside of the interactions and characters, so I usually focus all my attention on exactly that: on the body and thoughts of each character, as if we were them, but also something outside of them.

And I really put a lot of effort into these descriptions, always trying to move away from "blushed," "looked," "said," I like to use something more metaphorical or similar, that makes the reader imagine more playfully what each character does.

Again, thank you so much Z 🥹❤️

[stardust-scent]

꒰♡꒱ ⸝⸝ te roer até o osso, feito cachorro

ft. pierrot + flirty!reader ; there's something that catches your eye in that odd circus, especially their quiet and cute pierrot

content. fluff, "cutie" is used as a pet name, reader is unaware of the macabre events around the circus

bunny thoughts. first time writing for the freak circus, hooray!

You hear the jingling first, a tlim-tlim similar to the small, bell chime, yet unlike; belonging to the city's newest attraction. "Who would've thought… looks like we've run into each other again, cutie."

You toss the damp cloth over your shoulder, finishing wiping down the café counter as Pierrot — as he introduced himself earlier — walks in. Your gaze lifts, landing on the unsettlingly pale mask, uncanny; almost as if it were part of his real skin. Maybe it's the translucency, or, maybe, it's only on you, wanting to see him all clumsy with your little pet names.

And you can't help but notice the sudden flush on his previously white cheeks. Jackpot.

"What can I do for you today?" It's casual, an everyday question you ask every other customer — but there's something different, a honeyed taste that drips from your tongue when it's directed at Pierrot. Something that, without you realizing it, puts a smile on your lips, minor but present.

Before you can say anything else, he points to one of the items on the menu: a strawberry and chocolate milkshake, with coffee.

"A bit odd for this cold weather," you begin, a subtle tease rising, "but it kind of makes sense." He tilts his head to the side, confused by your words — falling right into your trap.

You lean your elbows on the counter, as close to Pierrot as the counter allows; your chin resting on your fingers before you purr, "Sweet tooth for someone as sweet as you." And a wink is enough to set him ablaze.

A laugh escapes before you can swallow it back, vibrating in your chest along with the palpitations of your heart — thump thump, thump thump, echoes in your eardrums; and you wonder if the same sound echoes in Pierrot. "Okay, okay, sorry—" The words trip over each other, but are interrupted before they can even form a complete sentence.

Pierrot, still with a burning face, now sighs against your face — unlike you, the counter doesn't seem to stop him, serving only as a frivolous obstacle between your bodies. You can see the gold of his eyes, latent, little luminous dots amidst the darkness behind the mask.

"You—you really think so, my dear?" He's breathless, seeming to want to breathe the same air as you. "But I think you're the sweetest of us two."

The blow hits its target, a little shaky between his teeth, but, just as your words against him, his hit your already palpitating heart straight on — and soon, it's not just Pierrot who's blushing.

"You think so, cutie?"

The words brush against your ears. "I'm sure of it." It's whispered almost like a secret between you, carrying something you still can't name.

You're the first to pull away — a grin escaping your lips as Pierrot's mood wilts with your departure, his shoulders drooping and his gaze turning sad. "Someone has to make your milkshake. I'll be right back."

You hope that, from this distance, he doesn't see your trembling fingers as you grab the cup, and certainly doesn't hear the blood pulsing beneath your collarbone and nape — warm to the touch. You hope he doesn't know how to return your pick-up lines with such genuineness anymore… for the sake of your poor little heart.