I-I'm Not Crying- You're Crying- I Didn't Get To Post This Mini Comic Here Months But I Miss My Bois

Found this fucken thing riffling through my garbage. Gonna have it put down er something.

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VERY VERY CHEAP ONE POUND SPUDSY'S

Why does he trot like a gay little horse

Hi I don’t know if you write this kind of stuff but I’d like to request a headcanon of Art the clown being into period sex?? I feel like he’d enjoy it?? Pls dismiss this if it’s too gross or weird

art the clown being into period sex ; headcanons

WARNING: NSFW/18+, period sex, blood, rough and intense intimacy, possessive behavior, some gore themes

PAIRING: Art the Clown x Reader

NOTE: Thanks for the bold request haha! I also think Art would be into period sex. It’s crazy because I was literally talking to my friend about it. (Reader has a vulva)

Art is drawn to blood in ways that go beyond typical arousal; it’s a mixture of awe and desire.

The moment he catches that hint of iron in the air, he’s transfixed, almost worshipful.

He enjoys how period blood flows naturally, almost ritualistically, and it only adds to his excitement.

Art isn’t just content with simple intimacy—he likes to turn things into a performance.

Expect him to toy with you, smear, trace, and maybe even draw shapes on your body, admiring the colors as he works you up.

He’ll never miss a chance to turn the act into something “artistic”.

He's so nasty

He’s practically delighted with the idea of things getting messy, like a kid with a new set of paints.

Art will touch and smear in every place, relishing the wetness and enjoying every drop.

He’ll pull your thighs apart just to see how much blood he can spread, taking his time with each movement, watching your body react.

There’s something almost reverent about how he goes down on you during this time, as if savoring a meal.

He’s unafraid to get messy and won’t stop until he’s left no inch untouched, his mouth smudged with red.

There’s no hesitancy, no disgust—only fascination as he laps up every bit, making it an experience as indulgent as it is horrific.

With blood smeared across his face and hands, Art enjoys pressing his fingers down, leaving red fingerprints along your skin.

His usual twisted humor plays into it, as he might even “play doctor,” mockingly inspecting you with exaggerated gestures.

Wow what a freak

Nosferatu: A Symphony of Horror (1922) dir. F. W. Murnau

my toxic trait is simply not doing things if i don't want to do them

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Some Mouthwashing Works.

Mary Philbin and Lon Chaney - The Phantom of the Opera (1925)