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Art the Clown x GN reader

It's Art the clown so of course it's going to be bloody.

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Most of a friend group had been killed off in an abandoned building. The only survivors being (y/n) and their close friend (f/n). The two were being hunted by a maniacal killer clown. (Y/n) and (f/n) froze as they rounded a corner, not five feet in front them stood the grinning monochrome clown. His suit splattered with the blood of the other victims. Art waved at the two. In his other hand was a metal pipe studded with blades. (F/n) screamed at the top of their lungs pushing (y/n) towards the killer.

“Take them, not me!! Don’t kill me, you can kill them!” (F/n) yelled running in the opposite direction. (Y/n) stood dumbfounded watching their friend run away. Art was confused. 

“That fucking bitch.” They muttered, turning to face the clown. “Can you believe that?”

Art jokingly offered the weapon he was holding to the seething person standing in front of him. To his surprise the victim took the weapon and for a split second he was worried he was about to get hit in the head with his own weapon. That worry was squashed when the person whispered a thanks and ran off in the direction of their friend.  He flinched at the viciousness in their voice as they screamed “Come back here you back stabbing bitch!” 

Oh this was going to be entertaining, he thought. Art stood still silently giggling with glee over the situation he created by accident. Confusion still tickled his brain, (y/n) had the perfect opportunity to end the serial killers life but didn’t, could the betrayal of their friend really have overshadowed the fact that he, a killer clown, was trying to murder them and all their friends? 

Moments later he was ripped from his thoughts by cries and screams. The sounds of pure terror was music to his ears. Art snuck towards the sounds. The cries and screams stopped suddenly. He moved a little faster, turning into a room of the abandoned building. The scene in front of him made him smile wider than normal. There in front of him stood (y/n), chest heaving, eyes filled with rage, and a metal blade studded pipe dripping with blood. Art blinked a few times and shook his head to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. (Y/n) stood above the limp bloodied body of (f/n). Art hadn’t expected that to happen. He clapped his hands in joy and congratulations. 

(Y/n)’s gaze snapped to the gleeful killer clown. They walked towards him pushing the weapon into his hands and walking past and down the hall without a word. Oh, he really liked this one. He would have to keep them around for a while.

Art the clown, but make it bimbo 🤡🔪🩸

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Im GhoulMori, but you can call me Mori or Ghoul. Your choice.

I’m new to having my own tumblr blog, although I’ve been consuming tumblr media secondhand for many many years.

Im a 19 year old artist that specializes in neo-traditional tattoo style fantasy and horror, however I’m quite versatile and always open to trying new mediums styles! I’m currently looking for a tattoo apprenticeship as well.

Fandoms I’m in:

Ghost (the band)

Motionless in white

Five nights at Freddy’s

Horror games and films in general

Scream (specifically)

Dungeons & Dragons

Star wars

A bunch of other nerdy shit

Thanks for joining me on this journey! I’ll probably post a ton of my older art to start, just to catch up.

Here’s a little preview of what kind of art you can expect from me!

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It's time Monthly Media Recap time!

Choose the form of your destructor: Great White Shark, Zombies, Deadites, or Art the Clown! Personally, I think I've got decent odds against them all except Art. No thank you! Check the reviews on the blog

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Once again my Critters and Witches, it’s time for Terrifier Tuesday and we’re back with an amazing mash-up illustration of the Incredible Art The Clown meets Scarface created by @darkmatterincorp Art The Clown Clown is portrayed by @davidhowardthornton and the Terrifier Franchise was created by @damien_leone ! So again, please support all Artists/Illustrators we showcase and enjoy the talent! Everyone have a Terrifying Terrifier Tuesday and as always… Keep it Kreepy🎃🔪#freakfineman #macabrerecordsinc #horrorlife #horrorart #arttheclown #davidhowardthornton #damienleone #terrifierthursday #Terrifier2 #darkmatterincorp (at U.S.A) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkbJp2rOt8V/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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A cold night (Art the clown x GN reader)

warnings: blood, gore, art being art

Art had a fun filled night of torturing and killing people. The cold air was crisp and had the tang of iron in it. Just how he liked it. After a while of playing with the bodies and having a good silent laugh, Art decided to pull out the small pocket watch that a special someone had gotten him last Halloween. He looked at the time and frowned slightly. It was well past 2 am, the clown hadn’t meant to stay out that late and knew that his darling would be worried, and dinner would be cold. Their cooking was always pleasant after a long night of ghoulish fun. 

Tossing his tools of terror into his large black garbage bag he walked to the nearest exit. Waving goodbye to the dead bodies strewn about the room, Art tried to open the door. The monochrome clown frowned as it only opened a few inches before making a thud and stopping. It refused to open any further, at this point he decided to look down. There, at the foot of the door was the head of a victim still attached to it’s body. He rolled his eyes and silently huffed, kicking the limp body out of the way harshly. It angered him slightly that even in death the human was being a pain in his ass.

Meanwhile at the small house Art shared with his other half something terrible was happening. A knock was heard at the back door, (y/n) ran to the door excitedly hoping for it to be their favorite clown. Upon opening the door they saw no one. They raised a curious brow thinking that Art must be playing one of his pranks. “Art come on, it's too late and cold for pranks” They whined, stepping out onto the back patio, their bare feet uncomfortable from the icy cold ground. Shivering the person looked around, every second that passed filled them with more and more unease. Art wouldn’t have waited this long to pounce. Something wasn’t right. 

“Well well well good lookin’ “ A deep voice said from behind. Art’s favorite human spun around and started to scream. That blood curdling scream was cut off by the man stabbing them in the stomach. (Y/n) looked down at the sharp object lodged in their abdomen and then up at their assailant. The creep smiled a devilish smile at the pain he had inflicted. “You fucked up” Is all (y/n) sputtered out before dashing into the house. Knowing it was a horrible idea they took the knife from their abdomen and slashed at the man that was now giving chase. The knife slipped from their hand due to the amount of blood on the handle. The creep chuckled thinking that he had the upper hand. Art’s partner in crime grabbed at the counter they were leaning against and swung whatever they picked up. It was a meat tenderizer and it made contact with the intruder's head. There was a sickening thud and then “son of a bitch” before the man turned to run, it had freaked him out. His victim should’ve been dead by now, the strength of that hit wasn’t normal. This person wasn’t worth the literal headache. (Y/n)slumped to the floor, holding their wound as their vision started to go dark. ‘Art where are you’ was their last thought before the world went black.

Back with Art on his way home. He was smiling and walked at a leisurely pace. He wanted to get home but he was also feeling almost euphoric after the night he had. ‘Nothing can ruin this night’ He thought. The killer couldn’t wait to get home and tell his significant other every gory detail of the night. He had decided to take a small detour in order to scare the shit out of young kids. He tapped on at least four kids' windows to wake them before popping up and then silently laughing at the terrified kids' faces. He loved watching people be scared of him, except his (y/n) of course. 

Finally he could see the house. It didn’t surprise him that the light in the kitchen window was on. (Y/n) often left it on for him, it was a sweet little gesture that showed him they cared. He unlocked the shed that sit on the side of the house and put away his tools and garbage bag. Arts human had given him the shed to use for any “projects” he had and to store his torture tools. Humming silently he locked the shed door and skipped to the back door. He stopped in his tracks, the clowns blood ran cold upon seeing a bloody trail into their home. No smile could be found on the usually jovial clown's face. Art ran into the house following the trail until it stopped. There on the cold floor in front of him was a deep crimson puddle of blood, and in the middle of it sat the limp body of (y/n). For the first time he was scared, his jaw fell open in shock. Were they dead? He thought, kneeling down to his lovers body. ‘No they’re breathing. Not dead’ ran through his head as he looked at their chest. 

The clown didn’t know much about medical stuff but he had watched his human tend to wounds on him many times. After some time he had cleaned, stitched, and wrapped every wound. His pale hand held theirs hoping beyond hope that they would open their eyes. What he wouldn’t give to see those (e/c) eyes look up at him once more. His blood was both boiling due to whoever dared hurt his partner but also felt like ice at the fear of losing the one person that accepted him as he was. 

(e/c) eyes fluttered open, the first thing they saw was a frowning clown deep in thought. “Hey there killer” they had croaked out. The smile that appeared on the clowns face was the largest he’d ever smiled. He dragged (y/n) into a bear hug only letting go when they squeaked in pain. “He got away. I’m sorry but I did hit him in the head with the mallet.” 

His eyes widened a little hoping for more information. “There’s blood on it.” (y/n) said knowing he could track the intruder with that. He gave a look that said ‘Can I go after them’ and of course they replied with a smile and “Go have fun. I’ll be okay now” with that Art had grabbed the mallet and sprinted out the door. He was going to make the man pay in unimaginable ways. 

It didn’t take long for the black and white clown to hunt down his target. He stood smiling at the large man. The creep spit on the ground rubbing his aching head. “What the fuck you lookin at clown bitch?” He yelled. Art held up the mallet with the targets blood on it. He laughed, “Was that your kill? Too fuckin bad” That made the clowns face contort into a snarl. “Oh that was your bitch! Ha what a lousy bitch.” That was the wrong thing to say. Before the man had time to say oops the killer clown had broken his knees with the mallet. Silently Art laughed at the look of shock and pain on the monsters face. He continued to fit and kick the man over and over for at least an hour until the man was nothing but a bloody pulp. Art doubted that anyone could identify the man who hurt his partner without a DNA match. 

Art made his way home again, this time his smile would stay. He carried (y/n) up to their shared room and tucked them into bed. They smiled and chuckled at Art pantomiming his way through what he had done that night. (Y/n) loved watching the clown tell them about his day. The pain had dulled with the help of hospital grade painkillers that they had stolen a while back. Once Art had told them everything, he went to shower and change into a footed onesie that (y/n) had custom made to look a lot like his clown suit. He hopped into bed and held his human. He had a twinge of fear in the pit of his stomach that something like this could happen again. They noticed the small look of fear that had crept into his eyes. “Hey it’s okay. I’ll be more cautious next time. Maybe we could come up with a special knock” They reassured him. His eyes calmed and he snuggled closer if possible. “I love you Art” (y/n) said before the two drifted off to sleep. 

Post credit scene lol 

Art did not clean up any blood in the house. That clown left it all for you to clean up once you could. When you did finally make your way down a few days later you groaned loudly at the mess. Art smiled at you sheepishly. 

If u see art tell him I said come home I miss him 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

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