Hello dear poppets! Im the lovely Nikola Orsinov, please do ask me anything. I do love when you dont run! Stay as long as you want, but not too long. You might become the act with the rest of us. (Lovely nikola orsinov from wreegis)
Ah! A new face! How delightful. You may call me Nikola, or the Ringmaster. I go by many names.
I do so adore questions, conversations, little games…
Just don’t ask me to do anything human.
What to expect:
– A bit of Other-ness
– A lot of skin!
– And oh! Perhaps a story or two, if you’re interesting enough.
House rules! (we do have those, somewhere…)
– No over powering others. Even I like a fair performance. And it's just not right to steal the spotlight!
– Multiverse friendly! Every stage deserves its own spotlight.
– Don’t be shy, puppets that don’t move are terribly dull.
– Do be polite. I can be so forgiving… until I’m not.
As for that dear Archivist… well.
Let’s just say he’ll find himself back here, soon enough.
Now then
✨️Ask away, my little volunteers!✨
✨️ The show has already begun. ✨
✨️ OOC Info ✨️
Hi! I’m Phoenix, I run this blog–
🎪 Oh, are we breaking character? How dull.
Ignore her.
Name: Phoenix, Bones is also okay too. You could even jokeingly call me gergor orsinov idc :3
Pronouns: they/them it/its
This blog is for both a rp and ask blog.
🎪 They are terribly fragile. Do be gentle. Or don’t. I won’t.
Rules!
No NSFW.
Edit: heavy gore is FINE, i had to remind myself of the horrifying things I've written and if I can do that yall are fine to do heavy gore tho do be warned I do get a lil into it, I once described the decomposition of a human body sooo yeah
Don’t be weird.
🎪 Do be interesting, though. I insist.
IC ≠ OOC, don’t take things personally I can ignore asks if needed <3
🎪 She bores easily. I don’t. I simply… repurpose.
📨 Asks!
Anon is ON And choose whatever emoji you want! Just make sure another person doesn't have the same one
Anon 1 🌠 Anon 2 👁 Anon 3 🐻 Anon 4 🐈
🎪 Anonymous faces are my favorite. So easy to imagine what’s underneath.
🏷️ Tags
#nikola performs → IC
#backstage chatter → OOC
#ask the ringmaster → asks
Also If you @ me i might not respond immediately, i use the website so i do not get notifications
Also some of the things nikola does or will do is based on headcannons or stuff i think she would do i apoligize if that is ooc for her shes a very hard character to undertsand with her voice ect
But that's It! <3
(also credit to @/pixopix for the banners and dividers! And credits to @/wreegis for the nikola pfp)
Eye have wlot of mannequin friends! Wye work with them. They're great
Aside from mannequin mike/Michael. He burned me with a clothes iron.
Eye can't tell if there's two of them—mannequin Mike and mannequin Michael—or if there's one called mannequin mike/Michael. You see eyeve never seen them both at the same time but they seem to be a bit to quick to be one mannequin. Like sometimes eyed leave one room and go to a different room and he's there. Is it one very fast mannequin or two very similar mannequins?
And if there's two of them eye can't tell if only one hurt me or both and eye don't wanna blame the wrong guy
Anyway. Meye favorite are the lord and the lady. They're very helpful. They like trying on clothes.
Nikola was sitting there listening to the eye related person, she took a sip of her nonexistent tea and her shrill voice broke the silence.
“Hmm well! It could be two, or it's one trying to be two. That's quite natural for mannequins to act more like two different people being connected to the stranger. Though, if you're on good terms with ‘Mike’ was it? I don't think it would switch and hurt you as ‘Micheal’. So I do believe it's two.”
Nikola smiled thinking about it mannequins were an interesting part of the stranger. But at the comments of two other mannequins her grin widened.
“Ohohoh! A Lord and a Lady? Oh please to say you've put them in fancy outfits I believe with those titles they deserve it! Mmm maybe next time you come here bring them and we can talk! Or watch the circus, we haven't had a performance in forever and we'll a lot of us...need the attention to be stable”
She then waves it off, though you can tell something was off, about that last sentence.
“Well most of us are perfectly fine! But wed all enjoy doing another performance”
What's your relationship with the stranger? At first I thought you were an avatar of the stranger, all with your rejection of an identity and all that.
They’re alright.
They like to play with what isn’t human but what seems to be.
I like turning humans into things that aren’t human anymore.
*a random stray cat wanders into the circus tents and sits right on Nikola’s lap*
-🐈
Nikola was giving food to Joey the octokitten before she heard a soft meow, different from Joey. She sat up straighter, surprised that a cat would be in Drugoy Tsirk in general. She tilted down in her lap, looking at the cat.
“Oh! What a lovely surprise. Where did you come from, dear little poppet? Are you hungry? I'm guessing so, dont cats have 9 stomachs? Mmm mybe thats dogs..”
She muttered stareing off in the distence before she pets the cat and gave it some cat food? Or so it looked like. And her plastic hand went and scratched it under its chin to her delight it purred. Her grin widened before she heard Joey yowl jealously as Nokola sighed and said.
“Oh quite down, Joey, I'm not replacing you. I wouldn't, you're too strange to let the world have you. Mmmm I'll call you…Emmy! For Emmett Kelly! I mean we already have Joey! For Joseph Grimaldi–”
Nikola was then interrupted by Joey hissing at her and now dubbed Emmy. Nikola waved him off smiling as she spoke again.
“Oh don't mind him. He's just being jealous since your name after ‘The king of clowns’!”
She put up jazz hands as she said that last sentence and Joey's 8 legs all squirmed, he'll learn to love them or well tolerate them at best as Nikola put Emmy on her bed? If you could call it that, she didn't understand sleep you could guess from how it looked. And pet joey so he didnt throw a hissy fit.
“Oh well dear I like to make it! But if I had to listen to a type I'd say…”
Nikola sat there thinking for a few seconds before her grin expanded.
“OH YES! Calliope is my favorite! It's used in a lot of carnivals! You do know that, don't you?”
Nikola asked seemingly not wanting an answer as she then spun around. And right behind her. A vintage Calliope. In a matter of seconds music erupted from it. Not just Calliope music, but drums as if there was a band stuck inside of it but if they were in there, they weren't human. The sound echoed, and grew in places it shouldn't and didn't in places it should have. Yet somehow against all sound waves you could still hear Nikola.
“I made this one! I do so enjoy it. Soo…mmm whats the word? cheerful! Just reminds you of eating cotton candy while walking through a carnival doesn't it?”
Nikola sat there watching the poppet. Just listening to the music. Singing little lines in some places. Before suddenly stating.
“Mmm since i told you mine you should tell me yours! It's only fair, dear poppet!”
Nikola spoke as she stared. It was weird a buried adjacent poppet in broad daylight? But she didn't mind.
“Mmm how do I feel about dirt? I think it's suffocating! And it messes up my perfect shine!”
She was pouty again. She took so long shining her dear plastic. Sometimes breekon and hope would worry but they couldn't do anything.
“And there's other things in there. Rotting things. Things that smell. Things that consume. Things that corrupt.”
Nikola stared at the poppet, her neck tilted at an angle humans were unable to make. Her eyes were glossy. She was directly looking at the poppet. But she wasn't. It was deathly silent before she laughed loudly and spoke again.
“Oh but that's only my idea of it! Dirt is dirt and well it does have its…areas of expertise. But personally we don't have around here. Well we do. Just not real dirt and grass.”
You notice the feeling under your feet. Not grass but fake grass. The stuff they put in golf courses the feeling was, sharp and weirdly wet as if it was being water from below and sinking upwards. Nikola tilts down and looks at the grass and says
Hello, um, I can volunteer some skin! Do you need any chest pieces? I really don't want these.
[He's trans ftm and hasn't had top surgery]
- @cardigans-and-eyes
Nikola was quiet, she didn't often get people offering skin to her. She walked around the man. Examining him.
“I'll take it. But what's wrong with it? You quite seem eager to get rid of it. Is it low quality? We're in need of chest skin yes, but you better not be selling it overly expensive for low quality skin.”
She said pouting at the mere idea of low quality skin. She didn't understand the reason for why he disliked it but…she didn't really care it was his skin, his role, his act, and Nikola couldn't tell him to do anything with his skin. She well she likes skin anyway so it's a win win it helps him and she gets skin she didn't see any harm in it.
“I can't personally take it off you. But when you're done with whatever flesh entity you get to help you, please come back and I'll take it off your hands! Also here.”
She handed him a….hand? A human hand as if it was normal.
“Flesh entities will take more than you ask, so here give them that! So they don't take off more than you want. I've had horrible interactions with flesh avatars that have stolen skin from me before.”
She looked away still pouting before she smiled and waved off the man. Walking to her tent. He'll be back with the skin and she'd be pleased, unknown how much she helped this young man.
*Just stares at her, menacingly* Do you like bears? Also have this!
*Hands her a bear plushie* Have a good day!
-🐻
Nikola stares back, not intimated more like…entertained as she then laughs.
“Ohohohoh! Thank you my stitched dear! I do enjoy bears. The circus has a few too! They might not be the friendliest, or even truly bears…but they are amazing on stage!”
She took the stuffie examining it. It was a simple plush bear you could get at any fair. But for Nikola it was the thought.
“He's quite handsome! Such a lovely gift. He’ll work with Joey! With whatever he does. oh, I forget…did I make him an Equilibrist or did I say he'd be with Contortions? Ah anyway! He’ll be in perfect care!”
Nikola then set the bear down her grin seemed wider maybe actual joy? and then looked back at the stitched poppet petting the plush as id it was a live pet. Somehow the soft little bear in her hand seemed uncanny. Maybe that was part of her, anything in her grasp was made uncanny. Maybe even people around her...are you uncanny?
“Please do come back you are welcome anytime, my dear little stitched prop.”
I find the Circus quite an interesting place. Always so many things to see and watch, nothing is ever exactly the same when you visit again. However you are what makes this Circus truly interesting. Nikola is your current name correct? It is quite an interesting role for you being the ringmaster, so many eyes on you at all times.
-👁👁👁👁
“Oh! Dear watcher, flattery will get you some places but…not here.”
She tilted her head, studying them and how they acted, then she spoke again.
“But yes, Nikola will do! And how I love being the ringmaster! Yes there's a lot of people watching but…there’s always someone watching isn't there, little watcher, with all those eyes of yours?”
She stood up and twirled, hands open pointing to the entire circus. Mannequins, clowns, strong men, bearded women, stuff you'd see in a circus on tv was all there. But they weren't correct, some were wrong in ways you can't put your finger on.
“It is interesting isn't it? And it's our specialty to never be the same. If it was, it would be dreadfully boooooring wouldn't it? But now…I want to see your answer, tell me Poppet, what do you see here? With all you little eyes?”
She sat back down politely and sipped a tea cup with nothing in it. Staring back at the poppet, wondering what this watcher's answer would be. She did so enjoy dealing with those, outside her domain.
nikola, Im disabled, can you get me new knees and perhaps a cane pretty please
“Oh! Of course dear little poppet! So polite too! I do have my fair share of knees from…well y'know"
She said laughing, as she moved into the tent she has for knees? She sure has a lot. She continued speaking yelling now while in side the tent.
“Well how tall are you!? Because every knee is different and don't want to give you the patella of a 6 foot man!....unless you are one. But I doubt that! And the cane is easy peasy love! I have a ton! Breeken! Hope! Get our dear poppet a cane from tent 47! I'm occupied right now”
After a few seconds Breekon and Hope appeared out of nowhere. With a cane that has circus colors with little stars and theater masks. I mean what could you ask more for from avatars of the stranger. Breekon and Hope seemed…happy? and give the poppet a cane. Right after that Nikola appeared out of the tent. With 4 different pairs of patellas in her arms, varying in size.
“Soooo! I found some! I sure hope one properly fits! You can always come back. Attaching them is… well. Not my area of expertise. You’ll just need someone who understands... rearrangement. Oh, I’m sure you’ll figure that part out! I do hope you the best of luck!”
Nikola said happily, and ruffled the poppets hair, wishing them the best of luck.
He will appear more often bc yeah also ty you all for the asks it brings a light to my day! (Also saveing me from my toxic coping mechanism, its not sh, its not that bad) I'll get to my two newest ones either later to night or mostly likely tomorrow :3
Any advice for the skin on my hands that is so dry that they look burnt because of the cold?
I tried some skin cream but it doesn't seem to work
“Oh nonnonono Your poor skin! This won’t do!”
She paused thinking about what could help this poor Poppet's precious skin, after a couple seconds she spoke again.
“Mm something you could do is wear gloves when in the cold! You could also use vaseline! Apply a layer of that and it might help! But….”
Her grin widened, leaning close enough that you could smell the tinge of rubber, like balloons, and the soft smell of cotton candy that stuck to Nikola's plastic skin. If you could call it that.
“If none of that works well…I am open to taking anything you don’t, i would love it if you took it off! Maybe you humans have a lower level of skin, and there's fresh skin down there…Like shedding it! Humans never do seem to manage that trick. Such a shame, really. But even if you could, it would be good for both of us! you won’t have dry hands anymore! And I get more skins!”
After remembering that humans just couldn't do that she leaned back in her chair, her grin turning into an exaggerated frown. She leaned on one of her hands. As she now wallowed in childish sadness, Joey sat on her top hat trying to cheer her up. Purring softly.
May I interest you in a cup of tea while we discuss your Circus?
-👁👁👁👁
“Oh! Such a polite little watcher! I would love a cup of tea. What kinds do you have? Or well what types do you like? I personally do love a cup of white tea, it's said to help with anti-aging and skin health! I mean I don't have any…but it's the thought that counts!”
Nikola said as she sat down at this table that was always there? Maybe? Who knows. She crossed her legs, its joints creaking softly, gesturing for the dear volunteer to sit down across from her, she continued to speak as she waited.
“The circus… mmm it's a very interesting place, once you're here you, Let’s say… you stay. Whether you like the circus or not. But we've been popular for centuries!…I believe so?
She pauses staring blankly at her guest before she snapped back as she then said cheerfully.
“Oh YES it has been centuries since it began… oh, 1700? Somewhere around there. It's quite a change now. But it just keeps getting better! Easier to act. But a better question dear poppet is…How do you feel about the circus?”
She leaned closer, her grin seemed larger as she waited almost…impatiently now, like she was excited to see if they enjoyed what she might call her ‘passion project’.
Do you have any use for a kitten with eight legs and no tail that likes “crunking gasoline”? I’m trying to piss my oh-so-dear Tim off and I think he’d get really pissy if i donated one of his precious octokittens.
-🫀 JdV 🫀
OoO! Such a interesting little thing. It's so different so....alien. People already say octopi are aliens so this guy's even more!
*Nikola picked up the small octokitten, scoping it up with both her gloved hands, bring it up to her eyes.*
Mmm I'll take him gladly! I love to mess around with people so I won't mind. I think I'll call him....Joey.
*the octokitten purred in her arms, she didn't notice Jonny sanding there for a second before waveing her hand while saying*
"Shoo! Go look at the rest of the circus!"
*She seemed weirdly content with the weird cat like thing in her arms, somehow she had already put a top hat on him*
Hello Nikola, Carl here, I wanted to ask a question, what is your favorite planet and why? Is it the color? Accessories? Maybe what the planet means is certain mythologies? Also do you think your favorite planets has a favorite brand of lotion? Also, what do you think they would sound like? Russian maybe?
Oh hello dear volunteer! You bring up a big good bag of questions don't you?
I have to say my favorite planet would be... mmmm Jupiter! Its just beautiful! The colors all mixed, It looks a little like skin, does it not not? All stretched and marbled... I do believe so! Especially with that dark spot looks a little like its bleeding doesn't it?
Lotion! You sure know how i love to moisture skin! I do believe that Jupiter if it was alive....or even if it is! Hohoho! That it would use a lotion that would smell like sandalwood and island orchids!
And finally the part of the act! I believe if it could speak it would be Scottish! I don't really know why but it would be Scottish like that actor...mmmm what as his name? Ah yes! The doctor man! The one who runs about in time-- oh, I do love a man who treats reality like a stage prop!
And thank you for coming to the circus! Please come again! 🎪
