༺🤹‍♂️ Welcome To My Bio 🎭༻

(⚠️Just a heads-up, my bio's long because I make a lot of stuff!)

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🎪彡[ 𝒜𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 ℳℯ🎈]彡🎪

🎭 Name: Danny

🎠 Age: 16

🎩 Alias: Dan

🎉 Likes: Clocks ⏰, clowns 🤡, Sponges🧽, friends 🫂, chocolate 🍫, and sleeping 😴.

🎪 Hates: Modern music🤢, Anime❌, People who can't take jokes🤓, And loud noises📢.

🎷 Favorite Music: Classic rock, oldies, and old jazz. (If they made good music nowadays I would be listening to it 😃.)

🎵 Songs: Runaround Sue, Midnight The Stars And You, Seasons In The Sun, Ring Of Fire, Spirit In The Sky, Cliffs Of Dover, The Gambler, Lake Shore Drive, Little Bitty Pretty One, American Pie, Everybody Loves Somebody, and Dancing In The Moonlight.

📺 Favorite Shows: The Office, That 70's Show, and Courage the Cowardly Dog.

🕹️ Games: The Last of Us Part 1, Doom 1993, and No Man's Sky.

🎠 Hobbies: Hunting, collecting playing cards, and Making plushies of my original characters, and also making stuff out of cardboard. (I can't draw 😔.)

^This is me working on a plush in my favorite jacket and hat, Jk, not really working on a plushie, I just posed for a quick picture.

🎈 Motto: "A day without laughter is a day wasted." — Charlie Chaplin

🎬 Movies: John Wick Chapter 4, City Lights, Wallace And Gromit: A Grand Day Out, The Shining, Schindler's List, Man On The Moon, The Magnificent Seven (2016).

🎤 Idols: Charlie Chaplin, Andy Kaufman, Frank Sinatra, and Mr. Rogers.

𝐼 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝐺𝑜𝑑, 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐺𝑜𝑑 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒.

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★🎪 Now, allow me to introduce you to 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 — not just my friends, but also my fellow performers! 🎪★

(Yes, all of these are original characters and plushies I've created myself. This section is dedicated to the clowns I make along with some poems I wrote for them, since I have a big love for clowns.)

✧ Now unveiling the enigmatic Brothers Gloom! ✧

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Pallidó

He drifts in red and ivory stripes,

A soul composed of softer types.

His eyes are tired, his smile thin,

But joy and sorrow mix within.

He juggles silence, hums a tune,

Like raindrops tapping in a room.

A clown of dusk, not bright parade—

Where laughter leans and colors fade.

Grimbo

In black and white, a tiny sprout,

With wondering eyes that dart about.

A pointy hat, a puzzled stare—

He tiptoes soft from here to there.

He peeks in hats, he taps on shoes,

And giggles when he finds a clue.

The world’s a riddle, wide and bright,

To Grimbo’s heart, all new, all light.

Wister

In lilac shades and violet deep,

He twirls where shadows dare to sleep.

One eye is gone, but still he sees

The rhythm carried on the breeze.

He dances sharp, he dances slow,

A ghost in purple's velvet glow.

A missing gaze, a graceful spin—

The hush of music lives within.

Ceruleo

In stripes of storm and sky he stands,

With folded arms and frozen hands.

A smile too wide, a gaze too still—

He waits without a voice or will.

He doesn’t move, he doesn’t blink,

Just watches as you start to think.

The hush around him starts to grow...

What happens next, he’ll never show.

Mildew

In wilted greens he sits alone,

A quiet shape of slumped-down tone.

No tricks to play, no laughs to give,

He wonders why the world should live.

But when you near, he lifts his head—

A hug, not words, is what he’s said.

For though he wears the weight of blue,

His heart still beats to comfort you.

Snibber

A fuzzy frame in patched-up wear,

He’s part-time clown, full-time bear.

With juggling paws and stumble feet,

He tumbles down, then takes a seat.

His nose is red, his giggle loud—

He draws a crowd, then hides from crowd.

A silly soul with honeyed flair—

You’ve never met a clown like Snibber Bear.

Nibblez

With cotton paws and painted cheeks,

He hops in loops and rarely speaks.

A jester tail, two twitching ears,

He sniffs out joy, then disappears.

His laughter comes in sudden squeaks,

He hides in hats and climbs up peaks.

A jittery dash, a pie, a trick—

Nibblez moves fast, and thinks too quick!

Chance

He deals in red, he walks in black,

A card-clown ace with charm and knack.

With hearts and spades upon his sleeve,

He smiles like he might deceive.

He flips a coin, he shuffles fate,

Then bows with flair and checks the gate.

A gambler's grin, a daring stance—

The house may win, but not with

Chance.

Grinzo

A patchwork blob in red and black,

With purple seams that zig and crack.

He waddles wide, a jester king,

His toothy grin a wicked thing.

His staff goes clink, its head goes clang,

It laughs along when Grinzo sang.

A belly bounce, a booming cheer—

Then sudden silence... he’s still near.

Mr. Tumbles

In crimson white he softly stands,

With folded arms and twitchless hands.

A pointy hat on pale, bare skin,

Glass eyes that stare but never grin.

His cheeks are red, his lips are curled—

A silent smile that chills the world.

He doesn’t move, he doesn’t speak...

But he’ll be closer if you peek.

Domino

There once was a clown they called Domino,

Who slipped on a pebble—caused quite a show.

He waved at a bird, it flew through a window,

Startled a cat that leapt on a cello.

He sneezed in a room—down fell a row

Of stacked-up cards from a magic demo.

He never meant harm, he moved kind of slow,

But chaos would follow sweet Domino.

Mirelda

In princess pink with pompoms black,

She twirls along the curtain track.

Her golden hair in ribbons tied,

A pointed hat perched to the side.

Her stick, it holds a silent mask—

To charm, to tease, to gently ask.

She hides, reveals, then hides once more,

A ghost of grace the children adore.

With painted cheeks and quiet flair,

She drifts like whispers through

the air.

Lunette

In shadows deep where tree roots play,

Lunette comes out near end of day.

With painted smile and silent grace,

She twirls through woods, a fleeting face.

She giggles soft but speaks no word,

A voice too shy to ever be heard.

She hides when strangers come too near,

Yet peeks with eyes both wide and dear.

Baron

With arms like logs and legs like drums,

He lifts up crates and circus plums.

His head’s so small, his chest so wide,

He grins and strikes a pose with pride.

He hoists a cow, then lifts a car—

“Just warming up!” he shouts from far.

A flex, a wink, a showy spin—

When muscles call, let Baron win!

CalVin

Calvin the clown, with a smile so wide,

Cal brings the joy, with laughter as his guide.

But when the lights dim, and shadows fall,

Vin steps in, silent, feeling small.

One face is happy, the other is blue,

Both sides of Calvin, a heart torn in two.

A clown who brings joy, yet hides his pain,

Cal and Vin, forever in the rain.

Jingle Jangle Jack

In yellow and orange, a vibrant disguise,

With rattling hands and wide surprise.

Jingle Jangle Jack, with a grin so wide,

Lurks in a box where shadows hide.

A blue little prison, his secret domain,

He giggles and waits through thunder and rain.

When silence falls and lights go black,

Out pops the laugh of Jingle Jangle Jack.

Bellman

A bellman’s lost upon the waves

Come with me oh no no no

He hung, he hung, he hung

Don’t leave me

No more bellman among the sea

Hello, Hello

Where is he?

Help him, help him

And we’ll see

Save him, Save him

He's lost at sea

A halo ascending him above our sea

Come near, the bellman’s calling

Come, come

Here was the bellman

Gone, gone

Where is the bellman?

Who chose the rope and not the sea

Smirkles

In shadowed halls where whispers crawl,

A tiny smile awaits the fall.

With stitched-up grin and buttoned chest,

Smirkles hides where dreams don’t rest.

He giggles soft when no one's near,

Then shifts an inch to feed your fear.

Not quite evil, not quite kind—

Just a joke that slipped your mind.

Dotto

They found him weeping in the grotto,

A lonely soul, the clown named Dotto.

He danced alone in cold staccato,

His painted smile a sad bravado.

He whispered tales of old gelato,

And sang with ghosts in soft vibrato.

No friends remained, not even Otto—

Just echoes now that call for Dotto.

Glee

A puppet clown who laughs with glee,

In purple and blue so daintily.

He twirls around for all to see,

A jester born from fantasy.

With button eyes as wide as sea,

He whispers jokes to you and me.

No darker soul could ever be,

Yet still he grins — our sweet Glee.

Snaps

In shadows deep where whispers creep,

Snaps waits still, without a peep.

His yellow eyes like lanterns glow,

A toothy grin from long ago.

He claps his hands when no one's near,

A snap, a laugh, then creeping fear.

He doesn’t walk, he doesn’t run,

He’s just there when the fun’s begun.

Ophélie

She drifts through halls with silent grace,

No step, no sound, no earthly trace.

Her legs once danced—now bent, betrayed,

So through the air, she softly sways.

A lullaby, so sweet, so low,

Follows wherever she may go.

With painted smile and ghostly bow,

She floats like dreams the dark won't show.

Cheddar McCheese

A clownish rat with nose so red,

Tumbles where his whiskers led.

He pokes at things with tiny paws,

Then slips and trips to wild applause.

His eyes are wide, his heart sincere,

He juggles cheese with clueless cheer.

Though clumsy, he’s a darling sight—

A curious blur of joy and fright.

Cordelia

Cordelia twirls with tangled grace,

A curse stitched tight in stitched-on place.

Though strings may pull and tie her tight,

She dances bravely through the night.

A cursed web she can’t escape,

Yet finds delight in every shape.

She laughs beneath the weight she bears—

A puppet bold in life’s despair.

Clancy

Clancy the Clown just sits in his chair,

With glassy wide eyes and a cold, vacant stare.

No one can tell if he’s breathing or not—

A corpse or a trick, or a thought long forgot.

Kids toss him glances, then quickly look down,

Afraid to disturb the ghost of a clown.

Alive or a legend? No one can say—

Clancy just sits there, day after day.

Chime

In purple rags he skips along,

His back bent wrong, but heart still strong.

With shattered legs that scrape and slide,

He hums a tune he keeps inside.

A sugar cube upon his head,

Where tea once poured, now dreams instead.

Though cracked, he grins without a care—

For broken things still dance out there.

Stitches

A patchwork clown with button eyes,

One yellow bright, one lavender surprise.

His nose a dot, his smile unseen,

Yet joy surrounds him, soft and keen.

With pompom shoes and felted flair,

He tumbles laughter through the air.

A stitched-up friend, both odd and true—

The world feels lighter when he's with you.

Clocksworth

Clocksworth hangs upon the wall,

A clown-faced clock who loves to brawl.

He yells the time without a clue,

“IT’S NINE O’CLOCK!” (It’s really two).

His hands don’t work, his brain’s a fog,

He cackles like a circus dog.

No one sleeps when he’s around—

Just random hours screamed out loud.

You

I made a clown and named it Me,

But it's me, you, Them, and We.

A painted face we all have worn,

A smile stitched tight, a heart well-torn.

It laughs like us, it hides like you,

A mask that every soul walks through.

So mock it if you feel the need—

But know it wears your face beneath.

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Thanks for making it this far through the gallery, the clowns knew you would. They’ve been whispering about it all day. I try to keep up with what they say, but they talk when no one’s listening. They’ve kept me company through the worst of times, and they wanted me to tell you: hello… and goodbye—for now. But don’t go just yet—there’s more to see. Keep scrolling for some of the other art stuff I've made

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And now, if you’ve made it past the whispers and the painted grins, welcome to something a little different. This is the Other Art Stuff Archive—a quieter room, where not everything smiles back. It’s where the scraps live, the projects made in silence. Some are cardboard, some are not, but all were shaped by hand, by me. The clowns don’t speak here… but the art still watches.

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Rocket From Wallace And Gromit: A Grand Day Out

I built the orange rocket from Wallace and Gromit: A Grand Day Out out of cardboard, complete with a full interior. It’s one of my favorite movies, and I wanted to capture that same handmade, cozy feel.

Playing Cards Stand: Part 1

I made a cardboard stand to display my playing card collection—a small project for a hobby I really enjoy. It’s simple, but it lets me show off the decks I like most.

Playing Cards Stand: Part 2

I built another playing card stand, but this one has a hidden section that opens up to reveal more decks inside. It was fun adding a bit of mystery to something I already enjoy.

Charlie Chaplin Plush

I made a Charlie Chaplin plush because he’s my idol. It’s my tribute to his timeless charm and creativity.

Courage The Cowardly Dog Plushies

I made three Courage the Cowardly Dog plushies because it’s my favorite show. Each one reminds me of the weird, spooky charm I love.

Thomas The Tank Engine

I made a cardboard Thomas the Tank Engine based on the classic 1984 design—the one I grew up with and still love most. It’s a small tribute to the version that stuck with me.

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I’ll keep adding more clowns and art projects as time goes on, so feel free to check back every now and then. Sorry for the long bio—I just like sharing the things I build. Thanks for sticking around and taking a look. Have a good day out there, and don't forget to send me a friend request if you want or shoot me a message. Bye-bye!

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