Movin' right along!

Or creates awesome art

Or writes that fic you love

Even if you’re shy

Because I guarantee they’ll love the something nice you have to say. You don’t have to try to be their friend, they don’t have to respond. But it goes appreciated.

For every one person who puts themself out there and chooses to be brave and make a little tag or send an ask or a comment with actually nice things, five other people will wake up and choose to be an asshole (on probably their own and their five+ alt accounts)

Some of them will dedicate a ridiculous amount of time and effort just to be an asshole. Some of them will sandwich their assholery with compliments so people feel uncomfortable but don’t feel they can say anything about it. Stuff like “I really love your stuff but why can’t you draw what I want you to draw instead of x?” Or use your posts as a vehicle to start arguments and spread negativity.

So it’s down to the rest of us to drown it out.

There is no need to be an asshole. Be nice to someone today ✨

The four hours of sleep and two packs of crackers that consist of all I've eaten of today:

Improper Proper Acquaintance

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Freak Circus (Visual Novel) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Doctor (The Freak Circus)/Reader, Doctor (The Freak Circus)/Original Character(s) Characters: Doctor (The Freak Circus), Original Character Additional Tags: Non-Consensual Drug Use, Temporary Amnesia, Hypnotism, includes author’s headcannons, POV Third Person, Assistant is Unnamed, Reader may insert themself as the assistant, Assistant has existing medical conditions, the assistant is just the author tbh lol, Headaches & Migraines, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, lmk if this need more tags. it’s a tad heavy Series: Part 1 of The Doctor’s Assistant Summary:

The Doctor has taken a curious soul as his personal assistant. Unlike the other Fools, he keeps this one close, not allowing them to venture far from his sight. After observing their subconscious behaviors poking through the leader’s control, he grows more and more curious to gain insight on his assistant’s condition from the source. He spends weeks refining a candy to loosen the reins, corrupting the minds of several, more expendable Fools along the way, to finally, truly become acquainted with his assistant.

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welll i’m not good at writing so this is quite embarrassing but…..i have written something and drawn few frames just to have fun nahaha

Red, blood-red, just like what flows through human veins; just like the color of love. Does love flow through people’s veins? If so, why was the world so cruel? If not, why does blood leave the body when we die?

Love stains Pierrot’s hands and knives every time another assistant — a filthy little human — loses their breath on stage to the accompaniment of thunderous applause; red — the color of blood, the color of love, the color of Pierrot and the cozy tent where rivers of love-blood are spilled, all for love, in the name of love, your love — for what is the price of a human life, a life that is not-yours?

BYEEEE