#clownpool

[lyucky]

Actually drooowning in work rn, have a clownpool doodle as a token of good faith!

(i have so many awesome wips to finish i just need to free up some time)

[for-remembrxnce]

Closed starter for: @clownpool​ (Holly)

Bicé was lost.  Apparently, despite her ability to speak nearly every language that could still be found somewhere in this world, she lacked strong navigational skills -- or even moderate ones.  If Victoria were here, she would surely have some snide comment intended to make Bicé feel small and foolish for how she had chosen to spend her life -- but she was not here, and, if Bicé was being completely honest, she did not really miss her.  She did, however, miss the two who were still in her life, if she could only figure out the way back to where they were staying for the time being.

In a moment of panic, she grabbed the shoulder of the person nearest to her, then immediately released them, startled by her own boldness.  “I’m sorry,” she began in Polish.  “I am trying to go back to Cieszyn.  Please, can you help me?”

[psytricia]

 ——- 『☼』 @clownpool

Prom was already in full-swing. There were students everywhere, having the time of their lives, it seemed. Though, this could be partially having to do with the rumor that Patricia had heard about the punch, and not only because they were excited over the idea of dancing the night away in a crowded room full of sweaty teenagers, because it’s too hot to be that active, and not be sweating through your pretty prom outfits. 

Patricia wasn’t much of a dancer, literally never having learned to do anything other than casually sway to a beat, so her prom outfit was safe, for the time being. The only sweat that she was worried about were the sweaty palms she was sporting, due to her nervousness. 

No, this time it wasn’t just about the blaring music, or the amount of people, or the exorbitant amounts of laughter that’s ringing in her ears, as much as a factor as those things might be playing in the nerves. It’s the hand that’s been holding that sweaty palm of hers for most, if not all, of the night so far. 

It wasn’t like it was a new thing-- the hand in her own, but there was something more special about holding that hand on prom night. She and Nemo had done things together on many occasions, and ended up holding hands in the process, sure, but there was something about holding his hand at prom. Perhaps she’d seen one too many movies with a prom scene? Proms were supposed to be special, and the fact that Nemo had asked her to go with her, rather than both of them going alone, showing up, and hanging out together anyway-- it was different. To her, at least. She couldn’t read his mind, unfortunately. 

The shy smiles she’s been sending his way all night said enough, though. She felt a different spark of energy in the air, and the nerves came from the fact that she felt like maybe it was only her. She couldn’t help the flutter of eyelashes as she passed a nervous glance to the side at her prom... date? Hopefully, if he noticed the nerves, he wouldn’t mistake her feelings. 

She decided to make it known--. “I’m... having a really good time.” that same shy smile from the whole night is etched on her face as she pushed some of her hair behind her ear.

[oliviafrankenstein]

Found this super creepy pool at The Boardwalk! 🎈🎈🎈 . . . #creepyclown #clownpool #vintagecircus #creepydisney (at Boardwalk Inn And Villas At Walt Disney World) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs7_7Vqha-N/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=dymcupplj96u

[as-per-usual]

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[psytricia]

——- 『☼』 @clownpool

How many days had it been? Had it been weeks? Had it not even been two days? Patricia couldn’t even tell anymore. She’d lost track of the time up here. It was all too easy to do. Despite the fact that she was burdened with the weight of knowing what had happened on prom night, and how she’d directly caused pain for so many people, and even the death of one, there was a certainly tranquility up here, away from it all. 

While it was easy to lose track of the time, it wasn’t easy to lose track of everything else. Despite the fact that she’d been completely blacked out during the chaos of trying to get people out of the crumbling building, which she had caused, her mind had been kind enough to make up the sounds of screams for her. There were so many scenarios already made up in her head, that she felt as if she knew what had happened in full detail, despite the fact that she couldn’t truly remember any of it. She could only remember the catalyst-- the thing that pent her nerves and stress up so much, that it finally let out in a blast. 

... Nemo

Just thinking the name caused a shudder of fear to run through her body. Not because of the boy himself, of course, but because of what she could’ve done to him. She hadn’t wanted to kill anybody, ever, of course, but what if it had been Nemo? She was devastated by the fact that anybody at all had lost their life because of her stupid powers, but... if it was him?

Would she have ever been able to come back from that? 

It was a preventative measure-- the whole mountain thing. She came up here because she was too dangerous to be anywhere else. She didn’t want to hurt anyone else. She didn’t want to kill anyone else. If it meant she had to go away, and if it meant she had to isolate herself away from everyone, then she would make that sacrifice. If it meant never seeing the people she cared about again, at the expense of keeping them safe from her, then she would do it. 

She turned off her cellphone, and she’d only told a few people were she would be going. 

God forbid she should hurt anybody she loved. Didn’t she deserve to be alone, for this reason? It was quiet up here, at least. The fresh mountain air that she stepped outside to every morning gave her a sense of renewing. Though the aching in the back of her head still remained-- a reminder of just what she’d done-- it was nothing compared to what it had been while constantly surrounded by the noise of life, or even the made-up noises of lives in jeopardy. 

In fact, she’d seldom heard noises other than the noises of nature- birds calling, wind blowing through trees, and the occasional sound of a flapping that seemed too loud to be from any kind of bird, but she brushed that one off as gusts of wind. 

There were noises that she hadn’t been hearing though. Beside all of the obvious, the one thing she never heard was a knocking at the door. Erasmus and her dad had been up here a couple of times, but they didn’t knock. At least, they didn’t knock but only a couple of times before opening the door, and announcing themselves with their voices. When she heard knocks at the door now, it caused a look of confusion, eyebrows knit as she looked at the door. 

She thought to ask ‘who is it?’, but she told herself that perhaps her brother’s arms were full, and he needed help opening the door.

She got to her feet, and bounded towards the door without a second thought-- something her brother might have reprimanded her for once she opened it, but she’d have to deal with that as it came. 

Though, it didn’t appear like it would be coming. There was an all-too familiar face when she pulled the door open, but it wasn’t her brother.

“Nemo!” She felt a quick throb in her head as she repeated out quiet, little ‘no’s. She shook her head. “You can’t be here!” The anxiety on her face was clear as she began to close the door on him, trying to usher him away. 

[psytricia]

patricia >> kyle: Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

ⓚⓨⓛⓔ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ do you think we could go back to the mountains soon?

ⓚⓨⓛⓔ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ i just

ⓚⓨⓛⓔ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ my head’s never felt better than when we were there...

ⓚⓨⓛⓔ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ but maybe that wasn’t only because of the...

ⓚⓨⓛⓔ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ m o u n t a i n. (*>ω<*)

ⓚⓨⓛⓔ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ nemo???

ⓚⓨⓛⓔ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ KYLE!!!!!!!! (*ﾟДﾟ*)

[hereticalmother]

Siren

Siren- Does your muse often act in revenge?

[I wouldn’t call it revenge so much as spite. She doesn’t plan things specifically to harm Knoth. At the same time, she’s not going to do anything to make his life easier. I feel like spite is more of an emotion, fueling some of her decisions, while revenge would be more of an intentional action. She’s very fucking bitter and spiteful, though.]