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❤Pierrot❤

If somehow you do not pick up on the fact this guy is into you… I have no hope for you - He is more obvious than an elephant in an open field.  I mean he outright states it to your face that he is in love with you - let alone everything else he does. He will double down SO HARD you’ll get whiplash from how hard he is trying to impress you.

However if you ARE aware of his advances and just don’t know how to process his feelings. Denying his feelings entirely thinking you are imagining things or over guessing his true intentions. Then he will switch up and try to be more obvious but gentler with his approach - It sounds counter intuitive but stay with me here.

Pierrot HATES when he scares you - it's his biggest fear. So knowing you are pushing away his feelings and advances makes him believe he is scaring you. So he pulls back on the touching and the declarations and instead turns towards gestures and gifts. Pierrot will attempt to slowly present his true love for you by doing jobs for you, giving you things that remind him or you. Small things to try and nudge you towards him instead of yanking you at him.

And if somehow you still don’t know or deny his feelings - Pierrot will give up entirely and just pull you into him and say it point blank. No flowery words, no nicknames, just a simple and clear declaration to you. How you take that declaration is up to you.

💚Harlequin💚

Harlequin is an interesting case. Honestly if you are oblivious to his advances, man will stand there and stare at the wall like a confused cat wondering how he ended up here. I mean he tries to advance on you in his tent that one time… Is it the fact he flirts all the time? Perhaps he isn’t being clear enough with his intent. Harles may be a flirt but he only has eyes for one. 

Whilst he won’t be as love aggressive as Pierrot, he does change up his strategy in his own Harlequin way. He’ll start being more performative and animated around you, attempting to subtly show a side of him to you that no one else gets to see. He’ll give you a behind the scenes look at some of his shows, perhaps he’ll lend you an old puppet of his as a small token of his care for you.

But if it's you DENYING his advancements and feelings, pretending they don’t exist? That's a hit to his Ego he isn’t quite ready to take. There will be no sitting in awkward silence - And unlike the others, he is going to hyper drive on his feelings. He doesn’t get these feelings often especially after everything that's happened - so he is making DAMN sure you know he is being authentic with you.

If you continue to deny or still don’t know, he may back up and just let you figure yourself out because clearly there is something there you gotta work out that he can't help.

🖤Doctor🖤

Doctor is one of the only members where if he has feelings for you, it will not be clear so if you don’t realise -  understandable. He can seem like an emotionless wall sometimes.

But if you do realise his feelings and decide to stay quiet, he may not even realise himself what's happening. The entire time he will just think you don't know until you start giving obvious signs you know and are brushing off his feelings.

He will be the most focused on understanding why you are deflecting him. Doctor would also be gentle in his approach, he would rather understand how you are feeling and why you are pushing down his feelings and your own (he can tell you reciprocate but can’t comprehend them).  Rather than make a huge spectacle to try and prove the feelings are real.

Birdie would choose a nice quiet moment to sit down with you and ask you what's going on and have a genuine meaningful conversation with you. If you continue to push his advances and feelings away or avert from his gaze, then he will understand and take it slow. He is in no rush - he has waited a lifetime to find you, he can wait a while more.

💙Ticket Taker💙

Bil is a busy man, and falling in love was not something he planned on doing anytime soon. So when he finally does and his dearest is denying his feelings? That is rather strange. Do they not know his feelings? Perhaps he is not being direct enough?

Once he figures out the potential of you pushing away his feelings and not just being oblivious to him, Ticket decided to be as blunt as possible. He will state exactly how he feels, will put out any doubts or questions you may have - all of it is squished by him like a bug under his shoe.

He is a busy man, everyone knows that. But when his family needs him, he is there for them and that includes you. If he has to sit you down and hold your hands staring at you whilst he tells you his feelings until you get the idea, then test what he will do. Bil will find the time to do that. And if that doesn't work, perhaps a nice dinner or a nightly walk whilst he tells you one of his stories will do the trick.

Whatever he has to do, he will do it. Ticket does not fall in love easily, but when he does he falls hard, and whilst slow in showing you he is honest in his feelings for you. Ticket is nothing if not determined.

💜Jester💜

Jester takes no BS from anyone, not even his own family. Rarely entertaining Harlequin in his theatrics. So when he finds his beloved and they are ignoring him!? Oh now this will not do at all. This is a huge hit to his Ego, how can you NOT feel the same about him? He is the embodiment of grace and control. Unless…

Eventually once his Ego strike has settled down, Jester will realise you DO feel the same way as him but refuse to acknowledge the fact he COULD feel the same way. Now his Ego has taken a different hit. Before it got struck because he thought you didn’t like him and his vanity was shot; Now he sees that's NOT the case and instead: He believes he failed to make himself a safe space for you to feel yourself and open up to him.

Jester is not the easiest to turn down, he is a purser and he always gets what he wants, no matter what or who stands in his way. So there is no bridge he will not cross in order to get you to trust him. The difference though is he won't outright state his feelings to you, he wants you to figure out your own and his by yourself, He’ll just give you a push in the right direction. He might also tie you up and keep you hostage until you get the point but that's something to worry about later.

If he's honest, Jester isn't quite sure why he is entertaining this romcom story of yours, perhaps its the fact he finds you so… interesting. After all, when was the last time someone was able to capture his heart before he consumed theirs.

🩷Columbina🩷

She is just as clueless as you. Columbina is very in touch with her emotions however when it comes to love and admiration. She cannot differentiate the two and doesn’t trust one of them after what happened to her. Honestly she is doing the exact same thing as you. Either she's oblivious to her own feelings or she's shoving them down because she doesn’t think she deserves to be happy.

Y’all gonna need some outside help to get this relationship started. To everyone else the feelings are so obvious it's driving the circus mad. The constant unintentional yearning from both sides with neither one making a move because of the same reason. So surprisingly enough its actually Ticket Taker who makes the decision to bring the two of you together.

It takes a lot of work but eventually he finds the right situation and the perfect moment to finally get the two of you to talk to each other. To tell each other your feelings. While he cannot make you both talk, he CAN heavily encourage it by locking you into a room with a mirror so he can watch and wait until you both confess! Simple. And trust me he won’t be going anywhere soon. He has A LOT of paper work to do.

Overall this is a rocky start, both of you denying your feelings and advances for one another, whether oblivious or  denial, one way or the next both of you will wind up together. Locked in a room with the fancy man alive acting as prison warden until you both talk to one another.

Pierrot

Candlelight danced across your room, shadows of lust plastered themselves on the walls, sinful noises accompanying their performance.

"I know, my love, I know, soon," Pierrot comforted you as if he couldn't control his fingers that rubbed tight circles around your clit. "I only wish for you to be completely spent for me, this 'edging' should allow you to take my knot easily."

The circles picked up more speed, rapidly causing your legs to slam around his wrist and your hips buck off of the bed. Only for him to reciprocate by slowing to a complete stop and gathering more of your wetness on his fingers.

Your whimpers and pleas hushed by a gentle kiss, his tongue brushing against your lips in silent permission to sample his work so far. His tongue flooded into your mouth, overpowering yours with ease as it explored every inch, his moans reverberating against your lips. Your tongue paled in comparison to his monstrous size, as your body usually did compared to his. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you fought the urge to gag at him exploring a bit too deep. His muffled moans and wet squelches from your core adding to your hormones.

He pulled away, nearly panting himself, a trail of your mixed saliva pearling onto your heaving chest.

His fingertips grazed your clit and you jolted against his touch, a shocked gasp catching in your throat. The noise you made caused his impatient cock to twitch, amber tinted precum oozing from the swollen tip.

"My love, I fear I will lose control if you keep making such adorable noises," he coddled, his head tilting in gentle teasting, before resuming his brutal assault on your clit. "Although, I would be lying if I didn't want to lose a bit of control," he leaned down towards your bite riddled neck, trailing his long tongue across your skin. His free hand makes its way to provide himself friction to cock, pumping it in tandem with your racing heart. Stroking himself from his aching knot to his leaky tip in long pumps.

He sucks the junction of your neck and shoulder as an apology before he sinks his teeth into you. His jaws fighting against his willpower to not tear into you like the beast he is. In between his suckles he reads your bucking hips for your incoming release, stopping just before you reach that sweet coil of pleasure, his hand releasing his cock in subconscious sympathy.

He teases your entrance with the pads of his soaked fingers, your twitching pussy begging him for something, his hand, his tongue, his cock, anything to get some semblance of relief.

He chuckles against your skin before detaching himself, fulling leaning back to enjoy his most beautiful work of art.

You lay before him, a panting disheveled mess, desperate for his touch and his touch alone. Your body craving him in a similar way he craves you. Your heart singing to him in it's sirens' call of primal need. His dry hand caresses your chin, angling it towards him.

"My darling, my sweet sweet anjo. I need to savor you." His hand trails down your sore neck, feeling every welt and divot his marks brandished your skin. "I need to commit your taste to my very being, your ambrosia is among the sweetest delicacies I've had the privilege of indulging."

You feel his claws dance along your nipples, sending shivers down your spine and goosebumps to rise. Your thighs clench in response to his request, his cock jealously throbbing in shunned complaints. He nestles himself in between your legs, wrapping an arm under your thigh, gripping it close to your pussy, his long fingers forming delicious plush ripples to form between the spaces. His other arm continues it's journey down your torso, lovingly tracing loops across your skin. His eyes never left yours while he assumed his prayer-like stance, his pupils dilated with nothing but sheer devotion and adoration for the sight before him.

"You look like an ethereal being, my love, I understand now why your kind resort to such dark actions to experience such a sight." He plants a gentle kiss to your inner thigh, eye contact never faltering. A grin creeps across his mask as he relishes in your flushed face. "I would reclaim the fiery pits of hell if you asked me to, my darling. There's few things I wouldn't do to demonstrate my pure unbridled love I have for you."

His hand reaches your eager mound before his vow of devotion, teasingly tracing around your sensitive bud, circling it like a predator stalking it's prey.

"Allow me, my darling, to bring you sweet release."

His tongue plunges towards your cervix in one swift motion, his fingers ambushing your clit, resuming his attack circles around the frustrated nub. The slithering girth of his tongue exploring every inch you have to offer him. Lapping at your cervix, brushing against your g spot, even going as far as to double back on itself to prepare you for his girthy cock.

His moans vibrate his amber tongue, your taste searing itself into his memory effectively branding your pheromones to every fiber of his body.

You bite back a shameful moan turned cry as you grip the sheets next to you, your ankles locking behind his horns as you grind yourself against his face for sweet release.

His moans turn into muffled laughter as you buck against the coolness of his mask, his fingers continuing to rub circles and his mouth drinking down every drop of essence you can offer.

Amber eyes pierce through the candlelight as you watch his heart shaped pupils pulsate in tandem with your racing heart.

"My dear, I need more, so much more, please," his fingers continue their rampage on your spent clit, his tongue writhing deep into you desperately fishing for more of your ichor. His muffled moans and gasps gradually being replaced with growls and guttural pleas for more.

The candle on the nightstand flickered once, twice, then extinguished. The wick sending it's ghostly smoke through the air. The only light in your room now was the monstrous glow of a predator with his eyes locked onto his deliciously spent prey, cock twitching in anticipation as he lined himself with your prepared entrance.

Jester whom at first is almost offended at your idea to hang around the circus more often. Especially after hours and snooping and distracting his troupe members (Pierrot and Harlequin..). It isn’t until he barks an order for you to do something does he start to take interests.

How obedient ..

Jester being protective of the troupe’s order and their identity, I can imagine winning his affections will not be easy. Especially as you are simply a human who has just seen too much. Jester views his time and attention as a prize — something you earn by doing a good job.

The more you are around, the more Jester will start to call on you to do things within his view. Your mannerisms clumsy at first knowing his eyes were boring into you. Once you got comfortable, Jester found it almost cute how you were doing this all because he said so.

Eventually, he calls you more often to follow him. Strolling beside him as if you were in trouble before he brings you to his tent, expecting you to follow inside before he starts to ask you questions —

“Do you prefer the beams spaced or closed in?”

“Gold or no trim?”

Jester who enjoys aesthetics. He doesn’t always go with your opinion. It seems that he simply asks to see how your mind works.

During these times though Jester will show more expression — a purse of his lip or a quirk of his mask. Sometimes may even let out a short, “Huhum..” after hearing your opinion.

Once Jester decides to mentally claim you to be his, a lot shifts during his ‘meetings’ with you. He finds your mannerisms even cuter and calling them out to be so. Eventually anything you do to him is cute, he just won’t say it until he sees you privately.

Jester won’t show anything close to affection in public, his mind focused more upon improving the Circus and preserving order than it is anything. He claims you to be as a novelty to keep the troupe in order and his cutest little fool.

The moment you two are behind doors for his ‘meeting’ will his facial expression relax and he praise you for the days work. How he found your most recent outfit adorable and what accessories he likes on you.

In Jester’s safe space does he really gear in his similarities to Pierrot. Their differences being Jester drives more on possession and less on obsession. You are already his adorable poppet to have and you are an extension of him.

Jester who seems to lose some of his sense of boundaries in private with you. Pulling you to sit near or on him while he reads a book and admiring how soft your skin is under his bare claws. His face held close to yours as he indulges in his book with you.

Your expressions shifting and molding are his favorite. Once while early in, you were upset about something and your brows furrowed — your lips pouting out in an adorable manner. Without thinking, Jester’s claws grabbed your cheeks. A genuine toothy smile appearing on his lips as he called you “an adorable little poppet”.

He tried to play it off after in his normal cool business motivated manner but the soft purple dusting his cheeks at the realization said a lot about where this was going.

Jester who will try his best to leave some part of himself on you. His smell, his touch, his signature color or even his initial. His actions of affection as quiet as he is to you while in public eye.

He once found himself talking with Ticket Taker on upgrading their fools outfits. His mind would wander towards you and creating you a personalized outfit to match his own. Later down, his hands wandered more around your body than normal as he measured you. His grin widening picturing such an adorable scene to be matching with you.

Soft! Jester who loves to hold you at nights when he finally has you sleep at the circus. His face held close into your neck and taking your scent in as much as he could without making it obvious. While his arms wrapped around you with his sharp claws digging in to your flesh to not let you go anytime soon.

Jester was a busy person. It wasn't everyday he got the free time to spend by himself or doing something he would like. Typically on those kinds of days, he found himself breaking up Pierrot and Harlequin from a squabble or planning more events with Ticket Taker, or ensuring Doctor had the most up to date equipment -- anything to keep imself productive. But today was much different -- Jester found himself with too much free-time now. The troupe was settled into their own activities and managing their own days leaving Jester with nothing but himself.

With the clouds forming above, Jester knew to call off the shows for the night early -- ensuring tomorrow the crowd would be bigger with all the tickets wanting to be used. But for today --

Today, Jester was free. Free to do as he pleased when he pleased and what came to mind except seeing what his favorite play thing were doing -- someone to micromanage while everyone else had their schedules together.

You had begged him many times before to come visit you -- insisting that your door (or balcony) was open to his presence and very being. An odd request as you knew Jester despised being in that mutt-filled city of yours but Jester found himself enjoying your company through your shared booktalks and philosophies. You weren't quite the same as the other strays around -- you were.. domesticated.

Perhaps today, he would take a visit to see you.

You were just finishing up your chores for the day. Your boss had given you the day off so you spent it catching up on the much needed chores around your home -- sweeping, vacuuming, wiping counters. The air had the dewy distinct smell in the morning, an indication of incoming rainshowers. Most would have seen it to be inconveniencing the day but for you, it was an addition to the coziness of your experienced day so far.

Plans stormed in your head on what to do after you had finished cleaning -- perhaps you would open up and finish your book with some facemasks, or surf the interwebs more. Maybe order food in -- seeing as you had yet to go grocery shopping.

You were in your room reaching up to dust corners when three knocks were heard at your glass balcony door. Your head turned to see the rare sight of Jester waiting at the glass with his hands behind his back and posture upright, his charmed smile plastered on his face like normal.

Stepping from the stool you had brought from the kitchen, you unlocked the door for the tall purple clown to enter.

"Jester! Is everything okay?"

Jester's brow quirked at the question. No introduction, no scolding for not using the front door -- a check-up on him. He simply exhaled through his nose with an amused huff. You thought he would seek your help if anything were wrong? How cute.

"Much so, dear. The Circus is closed today and I thought I would finally fulfill your request of coming over. See what my pretty pet has been nesting in their home."

"So you had the day off and came to visit me?"

"Is there an issue with that?"

Jester's question struck you panicked, your head shaking quickly.

In actuality, you had been waiting for Jester to come see you at your home for a while now. Typically, Jester would have made the excuse of being 'too busy' or 'uninterested in seeing your filthy strays den.' But now here he was -- in your room willingly visiting you.

"No! Not at all! I was just.. surprised! You're normally so busy. I was just cleaning up and--"

Jester's eyes looked at the duster in your hands. He had found you cleaning? He stepped forward, plucking the duster from your hands and starting to walk around the room to inspect the area.

"I can tell." He cut you off, "It is quite filthy in here. Your sleeping quarters, I presume?"

Jester dusted a corner you were trying to reach with ease, glancing back at where you stood from the corner of his eye.

You then spoke up, walking behind him --

"I will be done soon. You can wait in the living room. I will be there after as soon as I am done and we can relax? I was planning to do so anyway and do some self care -- would you like to join me?" Jester didn't respond to you, he simply started dusting around surfaces with you following him. Every time your hand reached for the duster he would swiftly move it out of your grasp as if there were a cobweb just above.

Jester enjoyed the feeling of your body pressed against his own to get your duster back. Your stubbornness to accept any help was endearing to him. How cute you looked on your toes trying to grab the duster that was much too far out of your reach.

The first few times, you grinned at his antics. Believing this to be a game of his to rile you up but after trying a few more times to get your cleaning equipment back you spoke up --

"You don't need to help me with this." You finally stated, snatching back the duster after Jester had finished up the surfaces of your room.

"You should be grateful I even considered doing so." Jester said, "You would have taken too long to finish this task with your stool. Now we can relax."

And just like that, Jester had taken charge of your plans for today

He was now forcing you out of your own room, hand behind your back as he guided you to the living room where he took a spot on your couch. His legs crossed another as he took one of your books that were neatly stacked on your table.

"Is this the one I suggested to you?"

You sat beside him, leaned in to see what he was looking at -- "Yeah! I saw it at the store on my way home from work and bought it."

Jester hummed, hand covering the bottom half of his face as he read some of your annotations on the first few pages. Truthfully, he was flattered you even listened to him about this literature piece and even went the extra length to annotate it.

"What did you have in mind then?"

Your face lit up finally hearing Jester take interest in your own day. You would hop off the couch with excitement and leave for a few moments before returning with a basket of variety items.

"And this is..?" Jester's brow quirked up as you set the basket down on the table and started to shuffle through. Picking out two of each item and setting them down on the table --

"My self care supplies!"

And that's how Jester found himself laid back upon your couch, his head on your lap as you applied a cucumber rehydration mask to his 'face'.

He insisted on not removing his mask to which you compromised with offering him a manicure for his nails and applying a mask over his own -- he thoughtfully agreed to this compromise. The hydration mask wouldn't have an effect on him -- after all monsters like himself didn't need this 'self care' medicine tactic to keep themselves sound mind.

But alas, you insisted on doing it either way --

You had given him a soft purple band to hold is hair back with. It was secure around his head, his bangs now out of his face and the view clearer to see you above him with a concentrated look. You had an applicator in your hand evenly smoothing out the mask onto him and careful to not get it anywhere else but that surface area.

"--And done!"

Jester sat up now, turning back to look at you - "And the manicure?"

You simply smiled at him, chuckling before sitting up and holding your hands out for him. Jester simply stared at your hands and then you, his brow quirked up.

"Yes?"

Your eyes roll, "I can't do your nails if you don't give me your hands."

You leaned forward and grabbed his claws, the soft pads of your fingers warm against his own. His eyes stared at the connection, hand curling around your own for a few seconds before uncurling --

"Do not make them too short. I want touch-ups. If my nails are anything similar to Ticket Taker's then I'll be upset."

"Of course not. I will be careful."

and thus you started to file at his claws, shaping them around and cleaning up the edges. Jester watched you, eyes trailing from your fingers that once curled his own to your arms and up until he stared directly at your face. The silence between you was comfortable and almost domestic.

"You want me to put something on TV?"

Jester's eyes narrowed at you, "Like what?"

You reached over the counter, the back arching as you picked the remote up and turned the TV on.

"I have a few shows you might enjoy. What do you think about drama and gossip?"

Jester hummed, intrigued -- "I suppose I can indulge."

You'd smile, "I have a bottle of wine we can enjoy as well?"

And so, wine was poured and facemasks were on. All that was left was you and Jester on your couch enjoying your poured wine and a meal -- more or so you were enjoying the meal. Jester refused to eat anything you would offer but happily accepted the glass without complaint.

You had put on a simple renaissance drama and Jester at first was unamused by the 'trivial acting quarrels' but the more things entangled in the episodes he found his attention growing towards the antics.

The wine glasses finished and TV still on, Jester found himself with his head back on your lap.

Every so often your fingers would graze the base of his horns and catch him off guard. A sharp purple glare being sent to your way as he debated even correcting touchy your habit. The more your nails made contact, the more Jester felt himself accepting the gentle touches.

Jester was too prideful to even admit this day was one of the most relaxing he had in a long while. You weren't overwhelming to be around nor were you too uninteresting. Perhaps it was the fact you were a human he willingly went to be around did he allow you to continue petting him as if he were your pet.

If you had been paying enough attention, you would even feel the slight rumbling as a low toned purr would find its way through Jester. His eyes partially closed as he finally found comfort in your space.

Your touch against his horns was relieving. Your fingers getting more daring as he felt your pointer finger circle the base of the horn and run down his scalp. The tension in Jester's shoulder falling away and a purr rising in his chest as he became more comfortable and relaxed. His purring wasn't loud -- at least he thought so until the touch against his scalp would abruptly stop and you'd stare --

"Are you purring?"

You were now looking down at him, clearly biting back a prideful smile.

Jester would roll his eyes with his direction staying on the TV. He refused to give you the answer with such a smug look on your face.

Although, after it didn't seem you were going to continue your petting, Jester shifted in his spot on your lap. His cheek now pressing against your lower stomach and his long arms wrapping around your waist to tug you in tightly --

"Continue."

He demanded, glaring up at you now and without protest your fingers went back combing through his purple silky locks --

"And do not stop until I say so."

Finally mfin updating the Jester x Reader tag. SLACCKINNGGGG

The heavy canvas doorway of Pierrot’s private quarters did little to muffle the sounds of distant thumping of heavy metal echoing from the Doctor's quarters down the way. Inside his tented room the air smelled of greasepaint, powdered sugar, and the faint sweet scent of vanilla.

Pierrot stood before his vanity mirror, head tilted to see if the attempts to fix his uniform stood out to much, when the curtain door was suddenly swept aside.

The Doctor stood in the threshold, his massive build completely blocking out the view of the world behind him. The visitor was entirely unbothered, his cyan masked eyes cool and clinical as he looked down at the clipboard in his left hand. In his right hand, he held you by the waist, supporting most of your weight because your legs had completely turned to jelly.

Pierrot loves art, but he has a specific fondness for cartoons especially the 1920s rubberhose style or kids shows. Harlequin takes the piss out of him for watching kids cartoons - But Pierrot never lets it bother him, these sorts of shows and cartoons remind him that there is still innocence in the world.

So when he found out his beloved was an Animator, he had a million questions - After all he was only the audience, you were the ringmaster. 

A million questions would run from him once you were in private - he wanted to know everything, were your cartoons hand drawn? Did you lean more into the technology side? How did putting the frames together work? What if you made a mistake and caught it late? Did you have a team? Were you alone? He NEEDS to know EVERYTHING!

He becomes a kid in a sweet store listening to you answer every question, occasionally going off on a trail telling him a funny story when you were animating. If he had a tail it would be SWINGING from how happy he is at that moment.

If you let him, he would love to see some of your old storyboards should you still have them. And if you are feeling particularly generous this man would fall to his knees if you let him watch one of your animations.

Now, if you OWNED your own Animation stupid? Star eyes, instant star eyes - Pierrot would stare at you with this new found wonderment. Those questions from before, doubled. The tail wagging, he may actually just minecraft spawn one. When Pierrot gets excited he tends to aggressively shake things, this includes you. So be prepared to look like a fainted Pokemon with those spiral eyes for a bit.

He would LOVE to watch some of your studio's creations, if any of them are still up on the air. Perhaps you have some behind the scenes secrets to share with him? A funny work place story, anything to feed his curiosity.

If you do have some work on air, he will drag you to the sofa and start pointing at the TV until you turn one on. He can speak in these moments but he’s so overwhelmed with a child-like excitement that he just starts to mime. Sometimes you forget he's a psychotic murderer when he goes on these adorable streaks.