🎪 Living Happily In Harle's Tent 🎪

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You can refer to me here as Delirium or Del for short.

I'm a adult(30s), queer/trans (masc leaning), poly and latino/hispanic.

This blog is my little side place to share most to all of my TFC related stuff at than have them be a mess on my main personal blog. lmao

I write whatever I desire in the moment. Most of my stuff is impulsive works, or content inspired by random things I come across.

General stuff I write can range from: romance, comedy, angst, horror, suspense, yandere content (obviously), drama, dark, fluff/comfort, etc.

How I write MC here is mainly GENDER NEUTRAL.

I write MC gender neutral in the hopes to make my content here as inclusive as possible to anyone and everyone who reads them.

There are exceptions in times I'll write the MC as a man, masc and a trans man. (There might be more I will write in time, or forgot to list down.) Because of the complete lack of male MC content in the community. And being trans masc myself, I desire more of that content to both find self comfort with, and hopefully spread and share that comfort with others too.

I don't however write the MC as feminine or a woman here. This of my personal preference. Please respect this.

Slowly Harlequin opened the tent door, peeking his head inside to see if it was safe to enter. Then once he saw it was clear, he let himself in, with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"Apologies for arriving later than usual, dear one. Work was hectic today.

And Pierrot decided it would be fun to test his knives out on me again. So I had to take care of that first before coming over."

He walked over to the side table next to your bed, as he pulled out the old wilted flowers from a vase that was sitting on top of it. Then tossed them in the trash can, to replace them with the new ones he brought over.

"Doctor chose these flowers this time. He said their aroma can often help soothe and heal the soul. Aroma therapy he calls it...

We'll see if that does anything however."

Once he finished that, he looked around, noticing how sad and dreary the space looked.

"I know why we don't bother to set things up since we don't stay long but...Perhaps I can convince Jester to let us decorate your space a little bit...Just to give it more life and color.

You'd like that, right? Perhaps some green decor, to always be surrounded by me?~"

He walked over to take a seat in the chair next to your bed. He gazed at you for a moment with a smile. Then he took your hand in his, holding it gently, his thumb softly stroking it.

"You know I'd like to hear you say something back? Anything.

You can even tell me you hate the idea...I'm sure you'd like red more..."

His smile started to fade as he used his other hand to touch your face, gently caressing it. Feeling softly reassured to still feel warmth from your face.

You laid motionless on the bed, eyes shut closed, but was breathing softly before him.

"...I know it's hard, and I am sure you're trying.

There's even a chance you're hearing this all, Doctor told me. I hope he's right...So you can hear my one plead...

Por favor despertar, querido...Para mí..."

Would be a shame if I turned it into something angsty.

If it features a oc. Tag it as such.

I need more serious but clearly looking exhausted TT art in my life.

It's hot.

I bet he fucks harder and faster when exhausted and frustrated too.