Hi, Iām Void! :D Iām socially awkward, especially on the internet Audhd&Mild IDD (Pls be patient w/ me)āļø Self taught artist w/a lot to learn šØ 23 broš§ I simp for fictional characters for some reason?
Yāknow I donāt really post on here a lot, but in honor of TADC ending I went and saw the movie yesterday no spoilers here!.. This is my oc Doobie
Tw for mentions of funny grass
The human portion. This is still a work in progress bear with meš„²
Doobie and their partner had a falling out causing the two to split up for a bit.
The partner didnāt reach out in months, calling didnāt work it just went straight to voicemail and no one else seemed concerned. It wasnāt like him to ghost like that, Doobie takes an edible (making them permanently high in the circus) and goes to check on their partner only to find the headset sitting on his bed.
Doobies start is much like Pomnis start to the circus, when checking on Sunny.. Heās already mid abstraction, so Doobie doesnāt exactly get a chance to talk to him or say anything.. Just abstraction.
Doobies smile is also permanent much like the edible is, they canāt get rid of it no matter how much they try. Sunny was the one constantly frowning as well.. What if they were supposed to show up at the circus together?š¤
Idk if I wanted to keep it but Doobie doesnāt sleep, when they do sleep they dream through Sunnyās time in the circus. Which you can imagine is very difficult when youāre high forever.
More Pierrot art! He's just really fun to draw for me atm! I really do like his design a lot, and my fyp being filled with all sorts of art of him isnt helping-
I'll probably be doodling more oc stuff though once I get their designs done
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Things like this didnāt happen often for you, audience or no. Even in a solo act... of sorts... you still had to hype yourself up. The steam from the shower made your cheeks flush though, normally, this was the best drawing board for your mind. Usually, youād come up with a new DIY project for the house, reflect on a book you'd just read, or ideas on how to draw more customers to the cafe. Apparently, it was also the perfect place for some of the most heated thoughts youād entertained about someone in a very long time.
You just never assumed, in your wildest daydreams, that itād be a clown.
But here you were, biting your lip, debating whether to grab the loofah and exfoliate or... You bit down harder, wincing in a flash of self-punishment for wondering what kind of build Pierrot's body had under his colorful attire. Clearly, he was strong and well-balancedāwhich meant a solid core. And his forearms, beneath the tighter material of his top...
You couldn't help but picture how those arms would look bare, muscles shifting sinuously beneath his skin as he moved those elegant, claw-like fingers to make your body sing. Playing you, devoted to practice becoming perfection, time and time again like you were his favorite melody. Knowing how eager, determined, and animated he could be, you could only imagine the sheer gusto and effort Pierrot would put into making you climax. You envisioned the longer strands of his white hair tickling your face as he selfishly stared down at you to drink in every detail on display beneath him.
A delicious drumming echoed through your body, throbbing simultaneously in your heart and your most intimate parts. Dammit.
You rubbed your thighs together in a desperate attempt to alleviate the heavy, hot pressure pooling between them, but it did next to nothing. Leaning back, the marbled tile of the shower greeted you with a shockingly cold embrace, a stark contrast to the thick, steaming water fogging up the bathroom.
One long breath in. You imagined Pierrot averting his gaze, the temptation to taste the delicacy of your neck too overpowering. One deep breath out. Those teeth, so respectfully hidden yet razor-sharp, politely sinking into your skin with a mindful gentlenessātreasuring you, marking you. The breathing exercise crumbled against the thrilling sense of danger that came with him.
But that didn't stop you. Life was dull and repetitive, and youād never once dared to break your safe little bubble. Maybe you secretly craved the unknown, the unpredictable. To you, Pierrot represented freedom, intensity, excitement, and a hint of dangerāall while promising your safety and happiness with absolute resolve. Combined with his creative and constant affections? You genuinely believed him.
Over the time youād gotten to know him, youād noticed some rather unique quirks. He never ate around you, and he never removed his costumeānot even his starred cap. Then you started paying closer attention to the performances of the circus, the stories played out by the others in his troop, and the things Pierrot would say that didn't quite fall into the social norm. He was just so unaligned with regular socializing, seemingly even the things most people learned from an early age.
Trying to understand the clown was like looking at a puzzle with blurry vision. Could you say for certain you knew what was going on with him? No. But you had ideas. You also knew exactly how you felt when you were together. The way he looked at you sparked endless possibilities.
Anything but predictable and mundane.
Your fingers, still hovering near your neck from your earlier musings of his tongue and teeth, now danced downward with the guidance of the water droplets. Down and down they ghosted, swirling until they met the soft heat between your thighs. A final moment of hesitation seized you. But Jesus Christ, you needed this.
You dipped straight down the center of yourself, leading with your middle finger to part the silken flesh already slick with the evidence of your desire. Pierrot hadn't kissed or touched you like your musings (yet), but something in your bones whispered that he had merely erected a dam to keep from flooding you with such actions. It felt as though he were in a constant battle to restrain himself around you. Your finger glided over your clit before sliding inside, your index finger soon joining the rhythmic, back-and-forth dance.
Fuck. You wanted to smell himāthe scent of his sweat, the sweet hints of vanilla from his baking, even the sharp, metallic tang of his circus weapons. You wanted to breathe him in as he moved above you, praising you for being so good, engraving the comforting weight of his body into your memory. You imagined the strong cage of his forearm planted beside your face, holding himself up as he enjoyed the view of you to the fullest degree.
While his fingers...
āPierrot...,ā you trembled, the name slipping out quietly at first, a half-committed gasp. But then you leaned your weight fully against the wall, your spare hand joining in to trace desperate circles around your clit. āP-Pierrot!ā
Several loud thuds followed by the bathroom door slamming open sent your stomach dropping straight to the center of the earth. Flight mode instantly activated; you were not alone.
āAre you alright, my lady?!ā The massive, familiar shadow loomed through the steam and thin curtain dividing you both, leaving you completely frozen in a mix of shame, embarrassment, and fear. āYou called for me. What's wrong, dear one? D-Did you fall? Are you hurtā?ā
Your eyes widened in horror as a clawed hand gripped the edge of the shower curtain. Normally, he was never this bold, but concern for your safety had clearly wiped out any semblance of boundaries. It was touching, reallyājust Not. Right. Now.
āPierrot, NO! STOP!ā You ripped your hands away from yourself and grabbed his gloved hand, stopping him before he could send you to an early grave. Gods, he had almost seen you like this. Fuck, fuck. āD-Don't open the curtain, please! I-I'm fine, justāI'm just showering!ā
The words spilled out in a rush of pure adrenaline, but unfortunately for you, his senses were far too sharp.
āMy dearest, I don't understand,ā Pierrot attempted to calm you, his voice thick with relief that you didn't seem to be injured. But you most certainly were distressed and also... āIf you're not hurt, my lady, then how did you know I used the key to let myself in?ā
The key was a detail he loved to mention now that youād actually given him your spare. Possibly because this was a massive step up from his past habit of breaking in before he learned from you what appropriate social boundaries were.
Amber eyes strayed from the colorful shower curtain down to the delicate hand on his forearm. His pupils narrowed into animalistic slits as pieces of information began to lock into place. The texture of the water, the unmistakable trace of your sweet nectar on your fingers that gripped onto himāhow it was soaking right into the fabric of his sleeve. The heavy scent of your arousal hit him like a physical blow, dragging the dark fantasies he usually only whispered into your sleeping ear right into reality.
You actually wanted him.
You craved him.
You tried to stammer out a response, your voice pitching up with (maybe?) a question, but Pierrot wasn't listening any longer. Usually, he hung on your every word, but the lofty dreams he harbored were suddenly crashing into a very tangible reality. His deepest desires were finally within his clawed grasp.
Should he choose to take them.
Would you accept him now? Would you let him into your world so he could finally enter you and yours more... physically? A yellow tongue slicked over his sharp teeth behind his closed mouth, imagining everything he could do to you. Everything he dreamed of doing. Noāneeded to do.
His length pulsed to life at the thought. Yes, he needed to do this because you had called his name in rapture mere moments agoānot pain. You desired him so intensely that in your private moments, you were trying to fill the emptiness inside you. But how could you, when he was the one built to do it for you?
āPierrot,ā you tried again, your voice more urgent this time, snapping the monster from his dark reverie. If only briefly. āDid you hear me?ā
āYou were d-doing that thing, my lady,ā he choked out, flushing a deep crimson as he decided just how much of his restraint he was willing to let go. He could keep his clothes on, keep from scaring you, and just dip your toes into his truth, his reality. Yes. This way, you could both be satisfied. For now.
āWhen you called for me... was that an invitation?ā His deep voice was incredibly gentle, soothingādoing everything he could to remind you how careful and considerate he had always been in regards to you. How devoted of a follower he would be with your body if you just let him worship you.
āIāplease, dear one, I'd like to... help you,ā he spoke lovingly and honest,yet physically a predator remaining perfectly still to not startle his prey. Only his body betrayed him, wired tight by the vivid scenarios playing out relentlessly in his mind. Your sweat, your scent, your everything laid out beneath him. Only him. And endless you...
His golden gaze ignited, staring wildly at your hand. He would respect your boundaries, but he silently prayed to every god of every land heād ever traveled through. He just wanted to see you, worship you, satisfy youā
āPierrot... I.ā You paused to find the right words, your heart hammering in your ears. Gently, you slid your hand back down his forearm, trailing over his glove until you pulled his fingers away from the curtain, lacing them with yours. The clawed tips of his gloves made you swallow hard.
āPierrot, I want you to...ā You mentally scolded yourself, summoning the courage to be brave and speak your true feelings. You spent so much time people-pleasing, but Pierrot had been helping you heal that part of yourselfāteaching you to be outspoken about your interests, wants, needs.
He could hardly contain himself, practically drooling through a sawtoothed grin as he tracked the barely visible damp trail your fingers had left on his clothes. It was a sacred scent he would indulge himself in treasuring later as he pleased himself in the privacy of his tentāno matter how this encounter ended. Another delicious twitch caught him between the legs, forcing a soft groan from his throat.
āI want you to help me, but... I also want you to let me in, too.ā You took a shuddering breath, summoning the last of your courage for the final push. āI want you to please remove your cap. Let me see more of you. I feel... really, really exposed and embarrassed right now. I want you to see me, but I really need to see more of you... I-I want to learn you, too.ā
Nope, that was all you had in you. Dammit. There was probably a better way to say it. No, there was definitely a cooler, sexier way to say it. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit!
Your heart was running like a runaway freight train, your mind screaming through the silence as you waited for his response.
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End Part 1
Part 2 will feature some of Pierrot's perspective in your home prior to entering, and then his response~
Thank y'all for the incredibly positive reactions and support with my writing. It's still a bit rusty, but I'm so happy to be 'back in the saddle.'
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