Perfection requires... reconstruction.

HE USUALLY WEARS dark green...? That doesn't sound like him. Harlequin has always worn pink! Jester is the one who picked out their colors after all, and he was given pink because it suited his complexion. The more she speaks, the more he seems just as confused as she is. Were there more than one Harlequin? If so, how was that possible...? If anyone would know what she's talking about, it'd probably be either Jester, Doctor, or perhaps Ticket Taker, since this was his tent and mirrors after all.

"I.. I'M SORRY. Humans don't tend to treat our- I mean, the circus- Ummm..." O-Oh. How was he meant to explain this? Humans feared them because they were monsters. It would be easy to explain if she already knew he was a monster, but she doesn't... Not that he knows of anyway.

"I TEND TO get... bullied a lot because of h-how I am. As Pierrot usually calls me, I'm an 'easy target'." Harlequin frowns at this, "I didn't mean to assume you would hurt me. It's just out of habit at this point. I'm sorry nonetheless." That's the lie he decides to go with, though it's not exactly a lie either. Just another truth meant to be disguised as a lie, but wasn't really. More than used to having his face either squished or his cheeks pinched, he merely gives a small huff and pouts. Why did everyone always want to do that...?

"BIL IS IN the next town over, attending to some business, while Doctor is probably out in the nearby forest, collecting some specimens. I know Jester is probably in his tent at the moment, so Pierrot will likely be there as well. I... I can take you there, if you want?" He glances down at the mess that he had made earlier and makes a mental note to clean it up later before Bil gets back. Stepping over the puddle, he gestures for Sydney to follow him and escorts her to a bright, lime-colored tent. "This is Jester's tent." He goes on to explain before parting open the tent's entrance and peeking inside. "Jester? H-Hello? I.. I brought someone who needs our help. Well, your help. I don't really know how to- A-AH!!" A hand suddenly appears out of the dark and grabs Harlequin, yanking him into the shadows. He can be heard frantically yelling out, "Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait-" from within the dark before another figure steps out, clutching several knives in his hand.

"Really? Well, you seem fine to me. Cute even." Her head tilts, curious as to just why he was being bullied. It was really strange, to say the least, at how different he was for the other Harlequin. She shrugged slightly, "It's fine. I can understand that. People are shitty, but I ain't one to hurt someone unless they're threatening me or tryin' to harm someone that I care about."

She knows that they're monsters. She found out, or rather, was confirmed by Harlequin himself. No normal human had tendrils coming out of their backs. Before she could get another word in, after following him, she almost jumped into action to try and save him before a figure walked out. The person had blades and then his words registered within her brain.

Rid of her tongue? Oh....oh how cute! She stared for a moment before she barked out a laugh. A hand placed on her hip as the other rolled her wrist slightly, eyes narrowing as she smirked at him coldly. She showed no fear, no warmth like she had with Harlequin just moments ago, "You know, you could be more polite like Harlequin there. As for who I am, I'm Sydney."

HAR...? HUH, STRANGE. That was a nickname the others would usually call Harlequin, but she couldn't have known that. Maybe she was mistaking him for someone else whose name had Har in it. He's not sure what she means by 'change his looks' as he always looked like this whenever he was getting ready to perform. She seems... confused. Maybe she had wandered in here by mistake?

WHEN SHE BEGINS to walk towards him, Harlequin becomes nervous, more nervous than he already felt, at least. He could have run off- should have run off because he was not prepared to deal with humans like the others could. It was why he was usually told to stay behind while they went out to hand out flyers, or if he did go out, to always be with Pierrot. As she lifts her hand, the performer instinctively flinches, covering part of his face and head with his arm. He had thought for a moment she was going to hit him, but then... nothing came. He slowly lowers his arm, feeling more confused than he was earlier.

"'RIGHT VERSE'? I.. I don't think I un-understand. There's no r-right or wrong verse, there's just... here? Where I've, and the others have always b-been?" Harlequin reaches for his hat and begins to toy with the bell that hangs off it between his fingers. It was helping him to steadily relax. "You're not... going to h-hurt me, are you? I don't w-want any trouble. I'm just trying to clean the mirrors in Bil's tent before we open."

"Huuuh?" She sounded confused, even more so than before. Hurt him? Why would she hurt him? Her cheeks puffed out slightly, "Well, someone ran into me and I thought I was going to break the mirror within the tent, but then all of a sudden I'm here. I've....this circus isn't right. Usually it's all dark colors. Not all bright. Especially your outfit. You usually wear like...dark green. But, if you're not the Harlequin that I know, then I must not even be from this place."

Now her head hurt. She let out a low groan, rubbing her face with her hands for a moment before shaking her head, "Why would I hurt you? You haven't tried to attack me and whatnot so I have no reason to."

THE LAST THING Harlequin was expecting was to run into a human in Ticket Taker's tent, of all places. He had entered with the intentions of cleaning up his mirrors since it was his turn to do so, but upon seeing the sudden human, he quickly dropped the bucket he was carrying, water sloshing all over the floor, and froze. Oh no... Oh no! What... What is he supposed to do right now? Should he run off and tell Jester there's a human in one of their tents before they've even opened for the day, or should he attempt to get rid of her himself?

IT'S JUST ONE human. Just one. Surely he can handle one human. Harlequin nervously wrings his hands together and tries the direct but polite approach. "Ma'am? I h-hate to bother you, but-" No, no, Harlequin. Bad. Be more forward. She's on our property, remember?

"I'M S-SORRY, BUT you need to go? No, you... You need to lu-leave. This is uh p-pp-private properly, and we're not open y-yet to the crowd, so if you could leavepleasethatwouldbenicethankyou." There. That should do it, right? He was forward, direct, and polite, so there's nooooooooo reason for her to lash out at him. Unless... She's a mean human. The kind that hits others. Harlequin takes a step back.

Her body jolted for a moment, almost yelping, but quickly steeled herself and turned. For a moment, it almost sounded like Harlequin, yet the tone was too shy, polite almost and she jerked back slightly. It was, indeed, Harlequin, but it wasn't the one that she knew. She blinked, slowly at first and stared. Her brain was trying to process at just who she was seeing. With a soft snort, she rolled her eyes and waved her hand slightly, "Yeah, okay, Har. You got me. Veeery funny, changing your looks to fuck with me."

Sydney laughed for a moment, awkwardly before it fell silent. The silence was awkward, to say the least, but she thought at first that perhaps they were fucking with her. Messing with her mind to try and break her, but her brain was already too broken to begin with. She stood there, studying the other in front of her. Everything in her screamed that it wasn't her Harlequin. Not the one that she's use to. The possessive and blunt one. Bold and mean. This one in front of her. It screamed wrong, but...she couldn't help but be curious. She took a step forward, her hand slipping away from the mirror until she stood directly in front of him.

Eyes studied him, ruby red hues looking him over for any trace of the one she knew yet...she couldn't find a single thing. A frown tugged at her lips, eyes squinting for a moment as she raised her hand up. Before even reaching his cheek, she paused for a moment before taking her hand away, "This might sound weird, but...I...don't think this is my right verse. Usually you guys are open, which is why I am here, but you said that you guys aren't open yet."

back again with more usfw prompts. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.

[01.] sender bends receiver over a desk and fucks them from behind.

[02.] sender presses receiver against a window and takes them from behind.

[03.] sender lifts receiver onto the kitchen counter and spreads their legs.

[04.] sender pulls receiver onto their lap in the backseat of a car, fogging up the windows.

[05.] sender fucks receiver against a wall, holding a leg up to support them.

[06.] sender and receiver have sex in a tent while camping, trying to stay quiet.

[07.] sender holds receiver steady against shower tiles, fucking them while hot water streams down their bodies.

[08.] sender pulls receiver into a mating press, folding them in half.

[09.] sender sits back and has receiver ride them reverse cowgirl.

[10.] sender pins receiver against a wall and fucks them in standing doggy position.

[11.] sender fucks receiver with their ankles on sender's shoulders.

[12.] sender and receiver have desperate sex in an expensive hotel room.

[13.] sender holds receiver tight as they bend them over a balcony late at night.

[14.] sender pushes receiver's face into the pillow while pounding them from behind.

[15.] sender fucks receiver with one arm wrapped around their neck in a loose headlock.

[16.] sender slaps receiver in the face.

[17.] sender holds both of receiver's wrists in one hand.

[18.] sender grips receiver's jaw and forces them to maintain eye contact.

[19.] sender hooks their fingers into receiver's mouth, forcing it open wider.

[20.] sender writes their name on receiver's skin with marker.

[21.] sender fucks receiver's throat until spit runs down their chin.

[22.] sender uses their fingers to muffle receiver's moans.

[23.] sender makes receiver count every thrust out loud.

[24.] sender forces receiver to thank them after every thrust/slap/hit.

[25.] sender holds receiver's jaw and makes them repeat "i'm yours" while buried inside of them.

[26.] sender leaves bruises on receiver's thighs from their tight grip.

[27.] sender manhandles receiver into a new position.

[28.] sender makes receiver grind against their shoe/boot.

[29.] sender keeps receiver on their knees with a boot between their thighs.

[30.] sender pulls receiver into the laundry room at a house party, barely drowned out by the blaring music.

[31.] sender fucks receiver in the club/bar bathroom, listening for footsteps just outside the door.

[32.] sender makes receiver watch themselves in the mirror while being fucked.

[33.] sender holds receiver's head back by the hair and lets a string of spit fall into their mouth.

[34.] sender grips receiver's hips and guides them to ride their thigh.

[35.] sender releases and reapplies pressure around receiver's neck as they edge closer to climax.

[36.] sender spanks receiver for their disobedience.

[37.] sender and receiver have aggressive hate sex.

[38.] sender accidentally says "i love you" during sex.

[39.] sender, fully clothed, fucks a naked receiver.

over a year ago, i made this meme & since then, it’s blown up. so, over a year later — i thought i would make a new one. so here it is, after several requests & a pile of brains,  THE PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2 send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

TOTAL LOVE AND adoration fill his eyes as he gazes upwards towards Columbina, his steady purring turning into deep rumbles. Oh, how he loves her so... Even in moments like this, he is fully content, soaking up her affections and attention. They could lie like this for hours, and he would enjoy every last second of it because it was with her. Scooting himself closer, he laces his arms around her delicate frame, burying his face against her mid-section and inhaling her scent. It was still the same as always, though it had a slight distinction, but it was still hers.

A tender smile crossed her lips, pressing her cheek against his hand as her eyes fluttered close. Oh, how she wished she could speak, to talk to him against in flesh instead of in the mirror. She was always able to talk, to sing idly for all of them. But now she couldn't. She wished she could talk to him about everything, sing to him whenever he felt overwhelmed or scared or even anxious.

PIERROT ALLOWS HIMSELF to be pulled, nuzzling his head against Columbina once he's able to. He begins to purr almost immediately as he settles down on top of her, being careful not to squish her so she's uncomfortable.

COLUMBINA 🟊🟊🟊 @horroredspace

Susie deserved to smile more. Julie knew things had been hectic lately, to say the least, but even a small gesture like this was enough. The blonde couldn’t help the genuine smile that appeared on her face as she looked at the other.

A laugh escaped from Susie for a moment, inhaling the scent once more and sighed softly, "It's quite a shame that these don't last long. With how much we move around and such, they won't last long."

Disappointment bubbled up within her chest, but she knew that they couldn't stay in one place. Especially since they had killed someone. Susie wondered, briefly before, if it was even worth it yet she couldn't bring herself to really care. She cared about Julie. Julie is her best friend through and through. She knew and got her like no one else did.

WELL, HE CERTAINLY wasn't going to say no to some cuddling, especially from Sydney, considering it was rare she'd want something so... soft from him. Perhaps he was even thriving off the fact that she only got this way with him, or when she was feeling overly jealous because he dared to give someone else, who wasn't her, his attention.

YOU'RE NOT THAT slick, silly girl.

ARMS STILL CURLED around the woman's frame, his hands travel slowly up her back; claws creeping up her spine. They dip back down if only to disappear under her shirt, his cool skin pressing against her warm flesh. "If you want cuddles, then I'll gladly provide some cuddles. Whatever you want, I'll give. Your wish is my command."

SYDNEY 🟊🟊🟊 @horroredspace

It was rare that she did want something...soft. Well, Sydney enjoyed soft things, but with how she grew up, what she had done, she didn't really know what soft was. With the exception of her cousin that is. But most times she had to be rough and get roughness in return. With a soft hum, her back arched a bit as she felt his claws trace down her spine.

His cool skin felt nice against her own. She gradually melted against him, her head tucked under his chin for a moment before she shifted herself to press her cheek against his own. She had a feeling that he knew what her thoughts were. That she did, in fact, feel jealous. She sometimes wondered if he felt jealousy of his own when she didn't give him attention. A soft snort escaped from her, "Yeah? That a fact? Ya give me what I want without bitchin' about it?"

His lips were still curled into a small smirk before it deepens into a bigger grin. His fingers that were brushing against her hair suddenly gripped them, tilting her head back even further as he leaned down. His lips nearly brushed her own, his eyes flashing a teasing look as he held her steady, "Really now? And just...who, gave ya permission to take a bite outta me? Hm?"

brushing   snow   off   their   shoulders

offering   to   carry   their   bag

humming   a   lullaby   beside   them

making   sure   their   drink   is   just   right

touching   hands   under   the   table

sharing   a   quiet   moment   in   an   elevator

pulling   the   blanket   up   over   them

fixing   a   crooked   button   on   their   shirt

gently   resting   a   hand   on   their   knee

bringing   them   flowers   “just   because”

watching   them   in   the   soft   morning   light

adjusting   their   glasses   for   them

saving   them   the   last   bite

quietly   placing   their   favorite   book   in   their   hands

squeezing   their   arm   in   silent   support

brushing   dust   off   their   shoulder

letting   their   head   rest   on   your   chest

warming   up   a   heating   pad   for   them

kissing   the   top   of   their   head   in   passing

whispering   their   name   like   a   secret

setting   their   phone   to   charge

pouring   their   tea   before   your   own

tucking   a   note   into   their   pocket

drawing   a   small   heart   on   their   wrist

holding   the   back   of   their   neck   gently

pulling   them   away   from   the   cold   wind

leaning   into   each   other   on   a   train

pressing   their   hand   over   your   heartbeat

offering   your   hoodie   on   a   cold   night

packing   a   snack   for   them

gently   rubbing   their   shoulder   while   they   talk

picking   them   wildflowers

saving   a   seat   beside   you   for   them

mouthing   “you   okay?”   across   the   room

standing   behind   them   while   they   cook

helping   with   their   coat   sleeves

asking   if   they’ve   eaten   today

tracing   their   laugh   lines   when   they   smile

turning   their   playlist   into   a   shared   one

leaving   a   mug   of   cocoa   on   their   desk

tying   your   scarf   around   their   neck

brushing   your   thumb   across   their   wrist

sitting   beside   them   during   a   tough   day

helping   them   put   on   a   bracelet

resting   your   head   on   their   lap

carrying   them   when   they   fall   asleep   somewhere   strange

painting   their   nails   for   them

pressing   a   kiss   to   their   wrist

gently   holding   their   chin   to   meet   your   gaze

leaving   your   scent   on   their   pillow

guiding   their   hand   while   drawing

humming   a   song   they   like

quietly   whispering   “i   missed   you”

brushing   a   tear   from   their   lash

hiding   a   gift   for   them   to   find   later

gently   pulling   them   into   your   arms   during   a   bad   dream

braiding   their   hair   without   asking

waiting   up   for   them   to   get   home

offering   your   lap   as   a   pillow

warming   their   hands   with   yours   in   your   pockets

shielding   their   eyes   from   the   sun

holding   their   face   during   a   long   hug

wrapping   your   arms   around   their   waist   while   cooking

softly   squeezing   their   pinky   when   anxious

sharing   a   hoodie   without   asking

resting   your   head   on   their   shoulder   during   a   movie

lightly   stroking   their   hair   while   they   read

offering   to   write   something   for   them

sneaking   a   Polaroid   of   them   smiling

casually   interlocking   fingers   while   walking

wrapping   an   arm   around   them   in   their   sleep

offering   a   tissue   before   they   ask

kissing   their   knuckles   one   by   one

gently   drying   their   hair   with   a   towel

placing   their   hand   over   your   heart

taking   their   photo   when   they’re   distracted

watching   them   laugh   and   smiling   to   yourself

opening   the   car   door   for   them

waiting   to   make   sure   they’re   inside   safely

gently   tugging   on   their   sleeve   to   get   their   attention

letting   them   nap   on   your   chest

setting   an   extra   place   at   the   table

lending   them   your   favorite   book

adjusting   their   jewelry

putting   a   hand   on   their   back   when   guiding   them

whispering   “you’re   okay,   i’ve   got   you”

resting   your   foreheads   together   mid-hug

brushing   rainwater   from   their   hair

slipping   your   hand   into   theirs   in   silence

bringing   a   warm   drink   to   their   bedside

folding   their   laundry   with   a   soft   smile

reaching   out   instinctively   to   steady   them

tracing   the   veins   on   their   wrist   with   your   finger

taking   off   their   shoes   after   a   long   day

straightening   their   tie   gently

offering   to   help   them   undress   when   tired

letting   your   head   fall   on   theirs   in   a   quiet   moment

playfully   hiding   behind   them   when   nervous

buttoning   up   their   cardigan   slowly

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