#@clown

[vurelly]

*vague posts about you* *vague posts about you* *vague posts about you*

[groovycrusadeperson]

You clearly need more therapy since you spend your time obsessively hating a fictional character and harassing his fans. That's not the sign of a mentally well balanced mind. and just because you've had therapy doesn't make you a qualified therapist able to advise people. Just fyi

Ok ok so why I love anon hate so much is because you have to be a total fool to leave yourself open like this. You’ve got a character limit beyond which you can’t say jack and morever have no way of rebutting anything I say to you. Meanwhile I can mock you mercilessly in all the words and all the ways I want all the live long day. And what are you going to do about it? Nothing that’s what. I love it.

So anyway here we have a Tonkie who thought the therapy card would be some sort of a low blow that I simply would not be able to recover from…and I’m just…why? Why do you think telling me to get therapy is going to bother me when I did in fact get therapy and am totally down for more because therapy is great.

And this moron actually, unironically, wrote  “obsessively hating a fictional character” is “not the sign of a metally well balanced mind” while sending anon hate to real people cause they don’t like the fictional character Tonky here is obsessed with. Like…what kind of self goal is this asdfghjkl.

(By the way this is a fandom blog on tunglr dot com, Tonky. Not only is the accusation of obsessively hating fictional characters rich coming from your side of fandom but also…it ain’t that deep? It’s just a fictional character. No one needs therapy over Disney movies. Chill.That you think they do is what’s truly concerning tbh

Oh and show me where I harassed Tonkies. And note that simply disagreeing with the bullshit you all spout and pointing out why all your arguments are dumb af is not harassment you pissbabies. People who disagree with you can interact with your public posts. That’s how social media works.)       

And yes I know I’m not a qualified therapist lmao. That’s why I take issue with you freaks when you say shit like “I once went to therapy over a narc’s apology letter and am now an expert in every letter ever written that has any sort of apology in it and also on NPD.”

And finally you telling me that going to therapy doesn’t qualify someone to act as a therapist while you diagnose me with mental illness…as if you were a, you know, therapist, is the most lol thing ever. This is like…some deep self roasting you’re doing here. It’s like you thought “what can i write to come across as the biggest, most iredeemable clown in my standom” and then succeeded.     

[tengu-means-fu]

He hoped Clown would walk in while he was trashing the little shit's room. He really did. He'd claw his fucking optics out of his stupid fucking head.

There was no way in hell anyone in the fortress other than Clown had his head. It wasn't displayed on a pike anywhere or plunked on top of the tree or hung under it by his neck cables. Burst didn't have the balls to take it and no one else had the motivation. If Clown didn't have it, it was already in the incinerator and Tengu would have to wait weeks and weeks for one of King's facilities to build him a new body.

He plucks up blanket after blanket and scatters them aside as he searches the room, occasionally knocking things over or tearing holes in something just for the hell of it. Clown had such a small room, how the fuck could he hide something like a head in it?!

[tengu-means-fu]

Flight or Fight

Tengu had decided to visit the new Fortress, it was huge and deep and creepy and about half empty. But it was also sorta homey. But he moves like a ninja though the shadows until he finds the room he's looking for. Though it took some searching. 

Clown wasn't the easiest guy to find when he didn't want to be found, that was saying alot however, since the little guy was so bright it was like he fell into an kindergartens paint closet. Then the kids had their way with him, tiny fingers, so much paint, Clown never stood a chance. 

Tengu wasn't in his armor though he was dressed like...well a Tengu demon. Barefoot with a bright red short kimono on with raven designs, a black sash secured around his slim waist, his legs clad to his knees in tight black cotton pants. To top it off a pair of black wings move like real wings on his back. He'd been working on them for awhile now, it was supposed to be fore halloween but he was to excited to wait. And why wait!? He could do whatever he damn well wanted. But the grand finish was the red Tengu demon mask, painting with Gyro's pants that sat over his face. Grinning angrily out at anyone bold enough to come close. 

But enough about that, Tengu stares at the door, wondering how to knock, thinking about the best way to greet his grumpy noodle armed brother. He looks above the door.

Perfect. 

Then he knocks.