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[ "The poison had bled itself dry, with nothing left but a bitter aftertaste of what remained."
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A fanmade Dead Leaves oneshot where Harlequin seems to have some difficulty trying to sleep. This AU does not belong to me, but to @destinysquared. Please make sure to check out and support Destiny's original story linked here! No beta reader we die like the man aka the circus' ringmaster . I am not dissing my hg Columbina here ] .
2K+ words.
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It was another one of those nights again.
Gripping the pillow in his sleep, Harlequin buried his face deeper into it. His body shifted, twisted and turned underneath the soft blankets of his bed. Claws twitching every so often, they almost seemed to try to reach for something that was no longer there. One arm remained wrapped tightly around the pillow while the other curled beneath it, holding it close against his chest in a desperate sort of way.
As if it could stop something from leaving him again.
The sleeping chambers of his tent were dark save for the faintest sliver of moonlight peeking through a small tear in the ceiling. It cast pale lines across his form, illuminating parts of him before shallowing them whole again. His hat had long since been discarded somewhere nearby, leaving his curved horns exposed among curls of black hair. Even in sleep, tension sat heavy upon his face. His brows furrowed. His lips stuck in a frozen frown. Occasionally, a strained breath escaped him.
Almost like he was fighting something unseen.
Or perhaps remembering it.
Two rings glistened somewhere on his bedside table.
Carefully placed upon a folded handkerchief, the gold bands rested side by side under the dim light, with one being slightly larger than the other. Time had not dulled them despite the years that had passed. Harlequin made certain of that. He polished them often, more out of habit than necessity now, rubbing away fingerprints and dust with almost obsessive care until the metal gleamed like it was brand new.
Monsters did not wed.
Not truly at least.
There were no ceremonies among his kind. No vows exchanged between two people alike. No blessings or papers that bonded one to another. Creatures like Harlequin were not built for permanence. They wandered. They bit and bited. They tore into open wounds and flesh.
They consumed. They hungered.
They survived.
And yet you still confidently slipped one ring on anyway while he held the other.
He remembered the way you laughed breathlessly afterward.
Harlequin teased you for it at first. Of course he did. He teased everything that frightened him.
Yet later that same day, he couldn’t stop staring at the gold around your finger.
Or the matching one resting upon his own.
You were the first human to look at him and not immediately see the act.
Not the grin.
Not the sharp teeth.
Not the monster beneath his costume.
Just him.
Harlequin himself.
Ironically enough, you didn’t get along with him very well during your first meeting.
At the time, Harlequin still dressed himself in the venomous green and yellow, stitched through his costume as though to represent his poison laced into silk. And even the markings upon his mask seemed sharper back then.
It was fitting for him.
Passing out the circus’ flyers throughout the day, he twirled the papers between his claws while the disinterested humans of the town hurried past him without sparing a single glance. Most avoided eye contact entirely. Others looked at him with fear and disgust in their eyes.
Harlequin found all of their reactions boring and displeasing.
Then he saw you.
You stared.
Not with horror or awe, but with curiosity.
The green clown remembered slowing to a stop in front of you, grin stretched like a Cheshire Cat as he offered a flyer with dramatic flair.
“Care to visit the circus?” He had asked you. “But you know…Stare for too long and I might charge for admission.”
Instead of becoming embarrassed like how most people would, you glanced between him and the flyer before raising an eyebrow.
You had said something completely unexpected.
And that caught him a little off guard.
He was fascinated almost instantly.
Most humans either feared him or adored the performance.
You did neither.
You looked and spoke to him as though he were simply another person speaking to you. Strange.
Real.
And somewhere along the line, Harlequin found himself lingering around you longer than intended after your small talk continued and handing out his green ticket much later.
Then longer still.
He remembered wandering past the crowded grounds at the circus beside you late into the night using some shortcuts, though somehow the noise always seemed so distant whenever you spoke. The lights shined overhead while the roars of applause, the screams, or laughter spilled out from the nearby tents. No matter what though, his attention remained entirely upon you during those sacred moments when his performance was over for the night. After all, the sound of your voice, the casual brush of your shoulder against his cape, and the way you looked whenever he said something particularly stupid or pervy was everything to him.
He remembered walking you home beneath skies of orange and bleeding red.
He remembered sneaking away from the circus after it closed solely to hold you for another hour before dawn stole him away again.
He remembered pressing kisses against every single inch of you simply because he could.
Your knuckles.
Your forehead.
The corners of your mouth.
The inside of your wrist where your pulse fluttered.
Everywhere.
Harlequin always pretended affection came naturally to him, like how his seduction was merely another trick hidden under his sleeves.
But you knew better.
You saw every pause hidden behind his grin.
Every hesitation.
Every fragile thing he buried with a wicked and unbothered demeanor.
And somehow, despite it all, you stayed.
His claws started to twitch again, starting to tear into the fabric of his pillow.
The dream shifted.
Just like it always did.
This was because time was cruel and unforgiving.
Your face that once carried the softness of spring slowly began to shift. Not all at once. Never all at once. Time was more careful than that. It worked slowly, deliberately, like a painter determined to finish what they had started with a new project.
Your eyes tired first.
Then the smile lines settled deeper beside your mouth.
Your skin changed into something thinner, gentler, with your veins becoming more visible too. Your hands changed. The same hands that once tugged him without hesitation trembled ever so slightly whenever they held his own.
Harlequin noticed everything.
Every wrinkle.
Every ache.
Every deep and drained breath you tried hiding from him.
To watch you age was to watch a masterpiece being finished, one stroke of the clock at a time.
Humanity called that beautiful.
Poets and scholars alike spoke of time as the ultimate virtue, or a gift bestowed upon the living to be savored and honored. It was the currency of the soul, a precious, finite resource that gave meaning to every “hello” and weight to every “goodbye.” Humanity held time up as a blessing, a golden thread that wove experience into wisdom. And even some of monsterkind agreed with them.
How absurd of a concept that was.
Time wasn’t a virtue. It was a burden.
And that burden would weigh itself on his shoulders like an unmovable force of nature.
And Harlequin hated it.
He hated the way your body slowly betrayed you. Hated the medicinations lining your bedside. Hated the fatigue you felt when you still perked up near the end and when you still tried comforting him through your own pain.
Most of all, he hated himself for being unable to stop it.
Because his kind was “meant” to survive, and yours, unfortunately, didn’t last for so long.
Yet there he stood, like a helpless little thing, while something as simple as time took you away from him piece by piece.
He would never be able to meet your eyes again.
Or intertwine your fingers.
Or feel your arms wrapped loosely around his neck while his claws scratched patterns across your skin.
Or feel your legs tangled with his beneath the sheets.
Or press your body against him while he could hear the steady beat of your heart.
Or even have his lips press against your own, capturing your taste with his poison to create something that was once so beautiful.
But as cruel as time was, that itself faded away too.
The poison had bled itself dry, with nothing left but a bitter aftertaste of what remained.
And just as his claws just barely touched your shoulders, it all went away too soon for his liking.
You faded.
Not suddenly, but just slowly enough just to hurt.
Like standing among the dead autumn leaves while the final colors of spring disappeared.
Like watching smoke unravel into thin air.
Like trying to hold onto a reflection in old glass while cracks slowly split through it until nothing recognizable remained.
Your smile blurred first.
Then your voice.
Then your eyes.
The very culmination of your being faded away until there was nothing left for him to reach.
His eyes finally opened.
For one horrible second, the dream still clung to him.
He could still smell you.
Sweet. Earthy. Familiar.
Then the cold morning air ruined it.
A ray of sunshine slipped through the opening of his tent, stretching across his bed like mockery. Morning was supposed to feel hopeful, wasn’t it? It was supposed to bring the promise of a new day. A fresh start.
Instead, it only showed the dampness that stained his face.
The pillow he had been holding onto throughout the night remained trapped between his claws. Tear stains darkened the fabric where he held it against himself all night long, but most of it had already dried up by now.
Blinking groggily, Harlequin stared at the ceiling of his tent. He felt less like himself and more like the empty room.
His breathing felt uneven.
Heavy.
Like something sat on top of him refusing to let him move.
The dull ache behind his eyes remained unbearable. Sleep still tugged at him, trying to lure him back towards the promises of a fantasy he both craved and despised.
Sometimes he woke up screaming.
Those nights were worse.
Pierrot once nearly tore through the tent walls trying to reach him after hearing the noise. Other times, Ticket Taker or Jester rushed inside only to find Harlequin gasping violently among tangled sheets and pillows, clutching his chest with a single hand as though his own heart attempted to escape him. Doctor usually had to get involved when this happened too, as he knew exactly what to do in order to make him calm down.
Those nights usually ended with shaking claws, sweat-soaked skin, or something far worse.
This morning, however, was quieter.
…
Slowly, Harlequin rolled onto his back before lifting a palm toward his face, dragging it down from the start of his hairline to the bottom of his chin. His throat tightened.
Even after two hundred years, grief still found new ways to hollow him out.
Eventually, begrudgingly, the scaled monster forced himself upright.
The room swayed as the pure and utter exhaustion settled into his bones. His gaze drifted toward the bedside table almost immediately. Toward the two rings resting carefully on top of the folded cloth.
Waiting for him.
Always waiting.
After all, there were more pressing matters to take care of. Ticket Taker and Jester were already up for the day, with the Doctor more than likely helping them out to gather supplies and do other preparations. Only a month remained before the fae trials began, and Pierrot would be the first to face them.
He had to play his role too.
Because he was the Harlequin.
And the Harlequin was meant to laugh in the face of misfortune. To dance alongside the suffering until tragedy itself became an entertainment. To remain high in spirits even if life itself left him feeling unsatisfied.
That was the role he was meant to perform best. The clown all dressed up while his inner turmoil quietly rotted away.
A performer until the very end.
Harlequin slipped the rings back onto his fingers.
Gold caught onto the light for only a moment.
Until that too would start to fade away.
First time posting fanfiction to this site kinda nervous. I have many mixed feelings about this since it's been YEARS since I was a fanfic writer.
That is because, once upon a time, I was in fact a fanfic writer. A popular one in fact, but on a different platform and under a different user. One work I was well known for had over 100K views and that's still crazy to me even to this day. For reasons I won't name here, I lost the spark to write fanfic. Let's just say it was related to the popularity and with that...I genuinely couldn't find myself to write anything for any fandom again. I archived everything - including that one popular work - and left said platform.
That was, until, I joined the fandom for The Freak Circus and read Destiny's "Dead Leaves." Then, because I really enjoyed her story, I checked out some of her other works. Her stuff lit my spark again, so now I present this oneshot to everyone here.
I'm a little rusty I know. With time and patience, I'll improve maybe. I have lots of writing tips in my saves already haha.
With that being said...
Should I become a writer again??
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Voting ended onMay 21
^ This poll will be very helpful to me if you decide to vote on it. I find polls to be very informative already for my Insta stories, so why not do it here too?
And a quick thank you to the mutuals/oomfs I DMed since I told them that I would be writing again just for TFC. They were all very supportive when I told them the news, and, when I showed them a little WIP of this oneshot...they all got very excited to my surprise. (I have mixed feelings about my writing style tbh :'D I tend to be poetic and all of that when writing).
Thank you to those who read this all the way through!! Have a silly meme I made:
I'll be posting a speedpaint of that banner I made later on ^^
(Brought to you by someone who loves this ship pairing! Opposites attract <3)
Disclaimer: Like my other posts for TFC, this is my first time writing for a ship pairing for this game! So. Um. I’m not so sure if I’m making the characters too OOC here. You will have to excuse me if I mischaracterize Doctor, Ticket Taker, or both characters too much in my silly little imagine. I’ll improve my characterizations over time I swear… 😔💔
Imagine Doctor and Ticket Taker being in a romantic relationship together.
Are they boyfriends? Married? Something else? Well, that’s up to interpretation here! No matter what they decided to label themselves as, they’re satisfied with it.
Over the past few days, the circus has been extremely busy. Landing in a very populated area, more and more guests have arrived; human and monster alike.
It wasn’t that bad, Ticket Taker supposed, on the first day they arrived. There were certainly few guests that he had to deal with at the entrance that caused him quite the headache. Humans were rather troublesome at times with their constant demands and drawing unnecessary amounts of attention. Sometimes, they loved to argue with him - just because they would rather get what they wanted than follow the rules.
But as time went on…
A mother bared her teeth at him, pointing an accusing finger at his face because she believed him to be unfair with not wanting her child to see one of the performances scheduled for tonight. Apparently, for the child, they had an older sibling who went the night before and blabbed about their experience to their friend on the phone. Said child, who was throwing a tantrum on the ground, overheard the conversation by the door.
Another guest, who had previously been a hassle in line by pushing people out of his way, kept holding it up because oh. He was an influencer. Of course he deserved to be in front, with his tacky clothing sponsored by some company he couldn’t care less about and his cameraman recording the whole situation. Of course it was being live-streamed. Because when was anything not being placed somewhere on the internet for others to see?
Two people, a couple who bickered a bit after seeing each other’s tickets, kept asking the same questions about why their ticket colors were different. Why was one’s ticket a pink color while the other was gold? Why couldn’t they swap tickets? Why did they have to be separated like this? Why this? Why that?
A friend group, holding some sort of secret animosity towards each other, didn’t plan their group outfits accordingly. Somewhere, in their little group chat, someone wanted to take revenge so now everyone had a different theme. One was clown themed, similar to the circus’ dark aesthetic with face paint and everything. One wore a casual outfit, as they thought that would be the case for tonight. One was a popular horror mascot that he didn’t recognize. One wore their work uniform since they found out that they were left out…and there they go. Arguing again. Always seeming to argue, instead of solving it out for later. Instead of thinking that, hey, there were other people who were behind them, they held up the line for quite some time.
More people came and went, bringing up more and more issues that he couldn’t solve all at once. Yes, he could handle them without having to raise his voice. Yes, he could simply bring his partner, the Doctor out, to be an intimidating force of nature.
But there was a limit. There was only so much he could take or dish out at a time.
It was, to nobody’s surprise, why he was easily the most stressed out at the circus.
So while he was trying to file out some paperwork, Ticket Taker had to genuinely pause. He simply couldn’t work like this.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
He couldn’t let that grip on the pen he was holding onto get too tight.
Breathe in…
Ticket Taker feels a sore in the upper part of his body.
Breathe out…
Breathe in…
The memories from earlier started to flood his mind.
Snap.
Great. Just great. Now ink stained not only the glove he was writing with, but also the paperwork and his desk.
And that pen happened to be his favorite!
Ticket Taker can’t help but let out a groan of frustration, teeth grinding together as he felt like wanting to let out the biggest scream the circus has ever heard. Bigger than the crowds. Bigger than him.
A set of footsteps, subtle but loud enough to catch his attention, stopped suddenly at the entrance of his tent.
It was a very familiar presence, one that he had grown accustomed to over time.
And he was, of course, due for a checkup.
Doctor waits patiently for him, not saying or doing anything that could potentially stress Ticket Taker out even more. That’s the last thing he wanted to do right now for the other.
It takes some time for Ticket Taker to calm down, but he’s able to speak to Doctor about how his week went with everything that had happened. All the annoying humans. All the complaints. All the yelling and the accusations and the insults he had gotten when they first arrived here. Every single little thing that made his blood boil. Hell, even some of the “special” guests, the ones lined up at the black tent, gave him some slack too.
With the visible tension in his body, Doctor offers Ticket Taker a massage. And oh man. Does he know how to give a good massage.
Ticket Taker believes he taught Doctor well, especially since he remembered to cover his bloodied gloves with a certain type of material. One that works best for their line of “business.”
He works his way around Ticket Taker’s shoulders, kneading and pressing wherever the other commands him to touch. Next, he works his way on his back, which is where most of the tension lies.
It works for now, as he can feel himself slowly start to loosen up, so Ticket Taker tells him to stop. And, if Doctor “wanted” to, he could come back soon to join him for some dinner.
In the quiet open space of his tent.
Just the two of them.
Doctor agrees, of course, since Ticket Taker seems to need something more than just a simple “checkup.”
It certainly isn’t an excuse…he just needs to make sure that his favorite patient is up to health.
Listen up you guys ‼️
I know Doctor’s gloves are considered to be unsanitary and all of that but TRUSTTTTT I think he would give some very good massages <3 Him and his big hands <3
Anyways. Shoutout to the goat, @hexserath , for getting me into this ship lowkey. Also, make sure to wish Vix a happy birthday as it’s his birthday today >:0
(Brought to you by someone who romantically yumeships with him! <3)
Disclaimer: This is my first time posting an x reader writing for Ticket Taker apart from these unserious headcanons that were posted not so long ago, so please excuse me if it’s too OOC! I want to write more for him in the future, so I guess practice makes perfect? Idk here. Let me know if I should continue writing for him or not pretty please 😭
Imagine being in a romantic relationship with Ticket Taker.
It doesn’t matter if you’re a monster, human, or some type of hybrid or creature here. Either way, you’re his partner. He has chosen you to be at his side - and this is something you shouldn’t take for granted after all. Ticket Taker isn’t interested in romance, but he had changed his mind when it came to you. You’re the exception. You’ve proven yourself to be worthy of that title, so be a little proud of that.
After a long and exhausting day at work, uni, or what-have-you, you find yourself wanting to take a nap. With your eyes drooping, ache in your bones, and a burning sensation starting to form from rubbing your temples too hard, you throw yourself onto the bed. Perhaps you kick off your shoes so that way your sheets don’t get dirtied, but you don’t care about anything else right now. Whatever makeup, clothes, or jewelry/accessories you’re wearing can wait. Sleep is your top and only priority.
It’s been minutes, or maybe hours at this point, but you’re already fast asleep. You didn’t even bother to set an alarm on your phone to get up. You’ll wake up eventually so it should be fine. Maybe. Probably. Who knows for sure, depending on your sleeping habits or schedule?
But there’s a mirror that faces your bed. Some might say it’s “bad luck” to do such a thing, but you honestly couldn’t care less. It helps Ticket Taker move from place to place, and he’s free to visit whenever he likes.
So after you’re already fast asleep, with drool coming out of your mouth or with you being in some sort of starfish position, he comes out of the mirror.
His eyes narrow looking at you. How careless. How irresponsible of you. Your shoes haven’t been put up properly, you didn’t clean up after yourself, and you didn’t even bother to tuck yourself in.
He supposes, as a onetime offer, he’ll take care of this mess. Dependency only goes so far for him.
So Ticket Taker goes off to “fix” this. First, he makes sure to polish your shoes before anymore grime gets on them. Placing them either on your shoe rack, near the front entrance, or wherever else you usually place your shoes, he makes sure that they’re in their proper spot.
Next, in order to not disturb you from your slumber, he slowly starts to remove the small things from your person - like your watch perhaps. He doesn’t remove your clothes because that’s too risky. Plus, if you toss and turn in your sleep, that’s going to be uncomfortable for you. He doesn’t want his darling to be uncomfortable while they sleep.
A set of pajamas and regular clothes with folded provision are placed on your bedside table, just in case you decide to wake up soon. He decides to give you two options here because while you could want to stay at home, maybe you want to go out later. Up to you, after all, he has to return to the circus anyway so he can’t dictate everything you have to do. A glass of water is added as well, so that way you don’t feel too parched waking up.
Finally, since you didn’t set an alarm on your phone before going to sleep, he does that for you. Picking it up, Ticket Taker swipes the screen with a single gloved claw and enters a timer with an alarm sound that should get you up immediately. A good ten to twenty minutes should be enough for you. Anything more than that? Well. That’s too much. You have things to do, and just like his duties back at the circus, you have your own responsibilities/tasks.
And, before he takes his leave, he pauses. His head turns to look at you, still sleeping while you’re unaware of his presence.
Fine. Tucking you in with a spare blanket and fluffing the pillow your head is currently laying on shouldn’t be bad enough.
Doing just that, he presses a kiss on your forehead as a short and simple goodbye, before exiting out of your mirror.
And once you wake up?
You already know he was here because of how everything looks.
And thank goodness for that glass of water he saved for you. You were starting to feel a little thirsty.
And maybe some food should occupy your drink. A nice whole and hearty meal shouldn’t sound half bad.
(Brought to you by someone who actually yumeships with one of the characters <3)
Disclaimer: this is just for fun/the sillies so please don’t take this too seriously!! Also, this is my first time posting headcanons for this fandom. Thank you - and I hope that everyone will like what I have to offer ^^
Pierrot
If you introduced this guy to the concept of yumeshipping and what you can do with it? Oh man. He would ABSOLUTELY be in love with it.
Making pins to customize your bag with? Sewing your own plushies? Creating art or anything else with your own hands? That’s definitely something up his alley!
I mean what a concept! This is something new for him and he is so glad that you told him about it.
He would indulge himself with joining you in these sorts of activities because whatever will make you happy will make him happy.
Well. Hm. That would be unless if some of those things are considered to be “unhealthy” or harmful for your health. Then he would probably try directing you towards something else you can do.
Like if he finds a specific activity eating away at your sleep? Oh no that certainly won’t do! His dear needs some shut eye - especially since he knows that humans require more sleep than monsters do.
But try not to be too obsessed with your f/o or f/o’s…he might get jealous.
If it’s just for fun with no real romantic feelings or if it’s platonic? Great! That works well for him.
If there are actual real romantic feelings towards your f/o(s)? Well. We can be grateful that they’re fictional here.
We all know what Pierrot is capable of and what Neko has answered towards an MC having romantic feelings towards someone else after all. It is on sight with them.
If Pierrot himself was a yumeshipper? In the context of it being romantic, his sharing status would be void-sharing/non-sharing.
He would want a shrine of his f/o(s) but because of how the circus travels, and because of Harlequin, he would only have a few custom made items and plushies (either store brought or from online using the money he saved up).
I can see him constantly daydream about his f/o(s) and wanting to maybe write about them but he keeps those thoughts to himself. Instead, he makes DIY crafts based off them.
Harlequin would tease him by saying something like “your yumeship will never become canon.”
They fight afterwards. It gives Jester and Ticket Taker the biggest headache.
Harlequin
If you introduced him to yumeshipping…? Yeah. You’re getting teased so much by him here.
I say “tease” because while he would be a little confused here, the concept isn’t completely unheard of or unique to him. In the past, he witnessed some of the patrons/guests at the circus talk about these sorts of things.
It depends on how close you are with him, but he wouldn’t mind joining in with some of your yume activities.
Keyword: some. There are things that are either just not his forte or he would mess them up extremely.
For example, take the concept of you baking or cooking your f/o(s) favorite foods or creating dishes based off them. We all know that Harlequin burned the kitchen down one time and has messed with Pierrot’s cooking so we can’t completely trust him with this. Keep an eye on this guy so that way he doesn’t sneak a chili pepper or two while you’re trying to make something sweet as one of his little pranks.
Or…Shoo him out until you’re done and maybe you can share what you made with him if he still hasn’t left your place!
His jealousy wouldn’t be as bad as Pierrot’s, but again, it would depend on how close you are with him. He can and will get jealous.
If Harlequin was a yumeshipper, it would lean towards being romantic in nature and his sharing status would be non-sharing/perhaps selective sharing if MC gets him to be chill with Pierrot if they happen to share the same yume(s)…
But we need Pierrot to be chill with Harlequin at the same time here for this to work. Otherwise, if they have the same yume(s), it would not work well. We have already seen what happens with MC in the game - what makes one think that they would be comfortable sharing a fictional other?
What type of content would he create? Well. You know it’s going to be shameless smut.
Do not introduce Harlequin to that specific side of Tumblr, Ao3, or Wattpad. We would all be doomed if he ever became a fanfic writer and publicly shared his fanfics. The internet isn’t ready for Harlequin.
Anyway. Harlequin would create shameless smut or think about it if he can’t sit down and do it - and he would indulge in similar craft-like activities similar to Pierrot. He would make paper dolls of him and his yume(s)!
And maybe, to either vent out his frustrations or some of his other emotions, he would quietly indulge in some angst or something softer like fluff.
But that’s something you would never catch him doing.
And you would never catch him publicly yumeshipping. That’s behind closed doors.
Jester
He already knows what yumeshipping is before you go on to explain it to him.
And you don’t need to explain anymore. He’s heard enough. What are you still doing here?
But the concept itself? What does he think about it personally?
Well. It’s “interesting” how humans came up with such a concept. Getting attached to fictional characters in a romantic or platonic way. Creating or doing things just for them. Thinking so much about them. Having it affect the way you behave or leave an impact or mark on your life…
It depends on how close you are with him, but no matter what, there is going to be some form of judgement here.
If he’s not close with you, then no. He would not indulge in your yume activities. Go to Pierrot or someone else for that. He’s busy and doesn’t have time to entertain you.
If you are close with him? Hmm…then that “no” turns into a “maybe.” He would still set boundaries regardless.
It’s different though if it’s someone from his makeshift family - only then will he try to indulge in their yume activities or at least be more supportive if he can’t do them too.
Everyone in his makeshift family has their own talents, after all. He has his. He wants to make them happy, but he will get concerned if he finds some of these activities to be harmful towards their health or has any risks involved.
He acts accordingly if it does. For either the ones in his makeshift family or for you if you’re close with him.
He wouldn’t be a yumeshipper himself.
Sure, he might have some favorite fictional characters from the books he reads, but he doesn’t form that sort of attachment to them either platonically or romantically.
If he does want to form a platonic or romantic attachment, he would rather do it with someone who’s not a fictional character.
But if he could be a yumeshipper…? His sharing status would be non-sharing. There is no room for argument here to change his sharing status.
He would write fanfic. Very good fanfic in fact. Some people would be disturbed or concerned after reading the contents of specific fics but he would have perfect grammar and punctuality. He’s his own beta reader if he didn’t offer that role to Ticket Taker already.
Ticket Taker
He already knows what yumeshipping is too. Maybe he doesn’t know every label, but he knows a decent amount.
Can you explain it more to him? Well. Hm. That depends on what exactly you want to share and if he’s busy or not with his work.
If he’s on the clock, and you’re trying to explain some of the things/labels associated with yumeshipping, he will politely tell you that he has to attend to his duties.
If you bother him again while he’s still on the clock? He’ll tell you again that he’s busy…do not disturb him.
Bother him again for a third time? Well. You’re being rather troublesome, aren’t you? Either get out of his sight and bother someone else or you will face some consequences. To put it lightly.
If he’s not on the clock? It depends on how close you are with him! He’ll hear you out and everything, but he won’t indulge in your yume activities.
That is…unless if it’s beneficial for the circus. Maybe he can find some “use” for you if you can tell him a little more about these yume activities.
He would pitch this idea to Jester afterwards no doubt about it. The circus can make some bank here or they can use it for something else.
He wouldn’t be surprised if Pierrot turned out to be a yumeshipper. If it was Jester though, then yeah. He would be caught off guard.
He wouldn’t be a yumeshipper either. Unfortunately.
But…if he was one…his sharing status would be non-sharing unless if there were certain variables involved. If you were extremely close to him and yumed the same character(s), perhaps he could change his status to selective-sharing.
He makes playlists and such for his yume(s), making sure he categorizes them by genre, artist, etc. across different platforms/apps. He has multiple playlists over on his pirated version of Spotify. (Ticket Taker doesn’t want to pay for ads, and while it would be considered “unethical” to pirate, it saves time and money. The circus has a budget after all. And yes, of course everyone has their own pirated version of Spotify too. Pierrot almost got his phone hacked though so he needed a little help from him. They all used to have a shared playlist + account together, but Harlequin wouldn’t stop putting the worst type of music on shuffle or make the most atrocious remixes just to mess with everyone’s ears. As a result, everyone has their own separate playlists and accounts).
Would he allow the average person to listen to them? No. Absolutely not. He is a private yumeshipper like Harlequin.
He will change his mind if Jester wanted to listen to them.
And he’ll change his mind if he’s close with you. Make sure you don’t leak them to the public though. That’s going to break his trust. You want to keep his trust, don’t you?
Doctor
Yumeshipping? What’s that? Could you explain what the concept is to him, perhaps?
Hmm…so that’s what it is. He believes he’s heard something like that from somewhere.
Psychology isn’t his thing, but he’s more interested in the practicality behind it. What purpose does “yumeshipping” bring to you, romantically, platonically, or in both ways? How does this affect his tasty patient’s health?
You can definitely tell him everything you do with your yumeship(s). From what your sharing status is because it’s what makes you comfortable to what activities you decide to participate in. He’s your doctor after all. Feel free to share what’s important to you.
He’ll listen carefully to you, observe your behaviors, or analyze how your body reacts when you start to talk about your yumeship(s) or when he feels like you’re thinking about it/them.
Maybe this can be a new experiment for him…he finds this concept fascinating coming from you.
Would he indulge in your yume activities? No, but he would study you doing them. Then, if he feels like it would be better for his experiment, he would ask you questions either during the process, after you’re done with whatever it is that you’re doing, or ask you when you’re free to talk to him.
He’s more of an observer here. Doctor might find some interest in wanting to do some of your yume activities, but he doesn’t want to ruin his experiment.
He wouldn’t get shocked either if Pierrot turned out to be a yumeshipper. In fact, nobody in the circus would. Jester or Ticket Taker would be the most surprising out of all of them if that wasn’t already clear enough before.
After Pierrot, he would be a yumeshipper too. He wouldn’t have to be only a romantic yumeshipper though - he would lean towards being a platonic one. Maybe he could have multiple yumes at the same time if he desired.
His sharing status, unlike the others, would vary a lot here. He could be non-sharing, sure, but he could also be selective-sharing if you or someone from his makeshift family yumed the same fictional character(s). Maybe he could be hypersharing. Who knows?
For his yume activities, he gets plants based off his f/o(s) favorites or what they would probably like - but he would want it to be as “close” to the canon as possible. He also collects plushies just like Pierrot!!
Maybe he can pull a Frankenstein and use some of his dolls to make something based off his yumes who knows.
We would all be doomed if he ever did that. Jester tells him that he needs to keep that in his tent. Doctor understands and agrees with this.
He’s also private when it comes to yumeshipping - for the most part that is. If you found out about it, he won’t shy away from it. He won’t shy away from his makeshift family either. They’ll get a little surprised maybe but it’s all chill. At least it doesn’t start a fight unlike two certain clowns in the circus.
And that’s it for my silly little headcanons!! As you can tell, I was very unserious when writing these. I will be writing more unserious headcanons as a matter of fact. Don't try stopping me :)
Let’s goooo I’ve been on a roll writing stuff for The Freak Circus today WITHOUT any beta reading ‼️
Like I started and finished three separate writings. That’s way more than what I was able to accomplish with before.
And it seems like people are enjoying my writings?? Like frfr???
I’ve been receiving some very lovely comments lately - not to mention quite a few followers as a result like whoa you want to stay around for the ride I see :0
Good thing I’m extremely fixated on this game then. I have so many ideas that I want to draw, edit, or write with!!
(Brought to you by someone who loves this ship pairing! Opposites attract <3)
Disclaimer: Like my other posts for TFC, this is my first time writing for a ship pairing for this game! So. Um. I’m not so sure if I’m making the characters too OOC here. You will have to excuse me if I mischaracterize Doctor, Ticket Taker, or both characters too much in my silly little imagine. I’ll improve my characterizations over time I swear… 😔💔
Imagine Doctor and Ticket Taker being in a romantic relationship together.
Are they boyfriends? Married? Something else? Well, that’s up to interpretation here! No matter what they decided to label themselves as, they’re satisfied with it.
Over the past few days, the circus has been extremely busy. Landing in a very populated area, more and more guests have arrived; human and monster alike.
It wasn’t that bad, Ticket Taker supposed, on the first day they arrived. There were certainly few guests that he had to deal with at the entrance that caused him quite the headache. Humans were rather troublesome at times with their constant demands and drawing unnecessary amounts of attention. Sometimes, they loved to argue with him - just because they would rather get what they wanted than follow the rules.
But as time went on…
A mother bared her teeth at him, pointing an accusing finger at his face because she believed him to be unfair with not wanting her child to see one of the performances scheduled for tonight. Apparently, for the child, they had an older sibling who went the night before and blabbed about their experience to their friend on the phone. Said child, who was throwing a tantrum on the ground, overheard the conversation by the door.
Another guest, who had previously been a hassle in line by pushing people out of his way, kept holding it up because oh. He was an influencer. Of course he deserved to be in front, with his tacky clothing sponsored by some company he couldn’t care less about and his cameraman recording the whole situation. Of course it was being live-streamed. Because when was anything not being placed somewhere on the internet for others to see?
Two people, a couple who bickered a bit after seeing each other’s tickets, kept asking the same questions about why their ticket colors were different. Why was one’s ticket a pink color while the other was gold? Why couldn’t they swap tickets? Why did they have to be separated like this? Why this? Why that?
A friend group, holding some sort of secret animosity towards each other, didn’t plan their group outfits accordingly. Somewhere, in their little group chat, someone wanted to take revenge so now everyone had a different theme. One was clown themed, similar to the circus’ dark aesthetic with face paint and everything. One wore a casual outfit, as they thought that would be the case for tonight. One was a popular horror mascot that he didn’t recognize. One wore their work uniform since they found out that they were left out…and there they go. Arguing again. Always seeming to argue, instead of solving it out for later. Instead of thinking that, hey, there were other people who were behind them, they held up the line for quite some time.
More people came and went, bringing up more and more issues that he couldn’t solve all at once. Yes, he could handle them without having to raise his voice. Yes, he could simply bring his partner, the Doctor out, to be an intimidating force of nature.
But there was a limit. There was only so much he could take or dish out at a time.
It was, to nobody’s surprise, why he was easily the most stressed out at the circus.
So while he was trying to file out some paperwork, Ticket Taker had to genuinely pause. He simply couldn’t work like this.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
He couldn’t let that grip on the pen he was holding onto get too tight.
Breathe in…
Ticket Taker feels a sore in the upper part of his body.
Breathe out…
Breathe in…
The memories from earlier started to flood his mind.
Snap.
Great. Just great. Now ink stained not only the glove he was writing with, but also the paperwork and his desk.
And that pen happened to be his favorite!
Ticket Taker can’t help but let out a groan of frustration, teeth grinding together as he felt like wanting to let out the biggest scream the circus has ever heard. Bigger than the crowds. Bigger than him.
A set of footsteps, subtle but loud enough to catch his attention, stopped suddenly at the entrance of his tent.
It was a very familiar presence, one that he had grown accustomed to over time.
And he was, of course, due for a checkup.
Doctor waits patiently for him, not saying or doing anything that could potentially stress Ticket Taker out even more. That’s the last thing he wanted to do right now for the other.
It takes some time for Ticket Taker to calm down, but he’s able to speak to Doctor about how his week went with everything that had happened. All the annoying humans. All the complaints. All the yelling and the accusations and the insults he had gotten when they first arrived here. Every single little thing that made his blood boil. Hell, even some of the “special” guests, the ones lined up at the black tent, gave him some slack too.
With the visible tension in his body, Doctor offers Ticket Taker a massage. And oh man. Does he know how to give a good massage.
Ticket Taker believes he taught Doctor well, especially since he remembered to cover his bloodied gloves with a certain type of material. One that works best for their line of “business.”
He works his way around Ticket Taker’s shoulders, kneading and pressing wherever the other commands him to touch. Next, he works his way on his back, which is where most of the tension lies.
It works for now, as he can feel himself slowly start to loosen up, so Ticket Taker tells him to stop. And, if Doctor “wanted” to, he could come back soon to join him for some dinner.
In the quiet open space of his tent.
Just the two of them.
Doctor agrees, of course, since Ticket Taker seems to need something more than just a simple “checkup.”
It certainly isn’t an excuse…he just needs to make sure that his favorite patient is up to health.
Listen up you guys ‼️
I know Doctor’s gloves are considered to be unsanitary and all of that but TRUSTTTTT I think he would give some very good massages <3 Him and his big hands <3
Anyways. Shoutout to the goat, @hexserath , for getting me into this ship lowkey. Also, make sure to wish Vix a happy birthday as it’s his birthday today >:0
(Brought to you by someone who romantically yumeships with him! <3)
Disclaimer: This is my first time posting an x reader writing for Ticket Taker apart from these unserious headcanons that were posted not so long ago, so please excuse me if it’s too OOC! I want to write more for him in the future, so I guess practice makes perfect? Idk here. Let me know if I should continue writing for him or not pretty please 😭
Imagine being in a romantic relationship with Ticket Taker.
It doesn’t matter if you’re a monster, human, or some type of hybrid or creature here. Either way, you’re his partner. He has chosen you to be at his side - and this is something you shouldn’t take for granted after all. Ticket Taker isn’t interested in romance, but he had changed his mind when it came to you. You’re the exception. You’ve proven yourself to be worthy of that title, so be a little proud of that.
After a long and exhausting day at work, uni, or what-have-you, you find yourself wanting to take a nap. With your eyes drooping, ache in your bones, and a burning sensation starting to form from rubbing your temples too hard, you throw yourself onto the bed. Perhaps you kick off your shoes so that way your sheets don’t get dirtied, but you don’t care about anything else right now. Whatever makeup, clothes, or jewelry/accessories you’re wearing can wait. Sleep is your top and only priority.
It’s been minutes, or maybe hours at this point, but you’re already fast asleep. You didn’t even bother to set an alarm on your phone to get up. You’ll wake up eventually so it should be fine. Maybe. Probably. Who knows for sure, depending on your sleeping habits or schedule?
But there’s a mirror that faces your bed. Some might say it’s “bad luck” to do such a thing, but you honestly couldn’t care less. It helps Ticket Taker move from place to place, and he’s free to visit whenever he likes.
So after you’re already fast asleep, with drool coming out of your mouth or with you being in some sort of starfish position, he comes out of the mirror.
His eyes narrow looking at you. How careless. How irresponsible of you. Your shoes haven’t been put up properly, you didn’t clean up after yourself, and you didn’t even bother to tuck yourself in.
He supposes, as a onetime offer, he’ll take care of this mess. Dependency only goes so far for him.
So Ticket Taker goes off to “fix” this. First, he makes sure to polish your shoes before anymore grime gets on them. Placing them either on your shoe rack, near the front entrance, or wherever else you usually place your shoes, he makes sure that they’re in their proper spot.
Next, in order to not disturb you from your slumber, he slowly starts to remove the small things from your person - like your watch perhaps. He doesn’t remove your clothes because that’s too risky. Plus, if you toss and turn in your sleep, that’s going to be uncomfortable for you. He doesn’t want his darling to be uncomfortable while they sleep.
A set of pajamas and regular clothes with folded provision are placed on your bedside table, just in case you decide to wake up soon. He decides to give you two options here because while you could want to stay at home, maybe you want to go out later. Up to you, after all, he has to return to the circus anyway so he can’t dictate everything you have to do. A glass of water is added as well, so that way you don’t feel too parched waking up.
Finally, since you didn’t set an alarm on your phone before going to sleep, he does that for you. Picking it up, Ticket Taker swipes the screen with a single gloved claw and enters a timer with an alarm sound that should get you up immediately. A good ten to twenty minutes should be enough for you. Anything more than that? Well. That’s too much. You have things to do, and just like his duties back at the circus, you have your own responsibilities/tasks.
And, before he takes his leave, he pauses. His head turns to look at you, still sleeping while you’re unaware of his presence.
Fine. Tucking you in with a spare blanket and fluffing the pillow your head is currently laying on shouldn’t be bad enough.
Doing just that, he presses a kiss on your forehead as a short and simple goodbye, before exiting out of your mirror.
And once you wake up?
You already know he was here because of how everything looks.
And thank goodness for that glass of water he saved for you. You were starting to feel a little thirsty.
And maybe some food should occupy your drink. A nice whole and hearty meal shouldn’t sound half bad.
(Brought to you by someone who actually yumeships with one of the characters <3)
Disclaimer: this is just for fun/the sillies so please don’t take this too seriously!! Also, this is my first time posting headcanons for this fandom. Thank you - and I hope that everyone will like what I have to offer ^^
Pierrot
If you introduced this guy to the concept of yumeshipping and what you can do with it? Oh man. He would ABSOLUTELY be in love with it.
Making pins to customize your bag with? Sewing your own plushies? Creating art or anything else with your own hands? That’s definitely something up his alley!
I mean what a concept! This is something new for him and he is so glad that you told him about it.
He would indulge himself with joining you in these sorts of activities because whatever will make you happy will make him happy.
Well. Hm. That would be unless if some of those things are considered to be “unhealthy” or harmful for your health. Then he would probably try directing you towards something else you can do.
Like if he finds a specific activity eating away at your sleep? Oh no that certainly won’t do! His dear needs some shut eye - especially since he knows that humans require more sleep than monsters do.
But try not to be too obsessed with your f/o or f/o’s…he might get jealous.
If it’s just for fun with no real romantic feelings or if it’s platonic? Great! That works well for him.
If there are actual real romantic feelings towards your f/o(s)? Well. We can be grateful that they’re fictional here.
We all know what Pierrot is capable of and what Neko has answered towards an MC having romantic feelings towards someone else after all. It is on sight with them.
If Pierrot himself was a yumeshipper? In the context of it being romantic, his sharing status would be void-sharing/non-sharing.
He would want a shrine of his f/o(s) but because of how the circus travels, and because of Harlequin, he would only have a few custom made items and plushies (either store brought or from online using the money he saved up).
I can see him constantly daydream about his f/o(s) and wanting to maybe write about them but he keeps those thoughts to himself. Instead, he makes DIY crafts based off them.
Harlequin would tease him by saying something like “your yumeship will never become canon.”
They fight afterwards. It gives Jester and Ticket Taker the biggest headache.
Harlequin
If you introduced him to yumeshipping…? Yeah. You’re getting teased so much by him here.
I say “tease” because while he would be a little confused here, the concept isn’t completely unheard of or unique to him. In the past, he witnessed some of the patrons/guests at the circus talk about these sorts of things.
It depends on how close you are with him, but he wouldn’t mind joining in with some of your yume activities.
Keyword: some. There are things that are either just not his forte or he would mess them up extremely.
For example, take the concept of you baking or cooking your f/o(s) favorite foods or creating dishes based off them. We all know that Harlequin burned the kitchen down one time and has messed with Pierrot’s cooking so we can’t completely trust him with this. Keep an eye on this guy so that way he doesn’t sneak a chili pepper or two while you’re trying to make something sweet as one of his little pranks.
Or…Shoo him out until you’re done and maybe you can share what you made with him if he still hasn’t left your place!
His jealousy wouldn’t be as bad as Pierrot’s, but again, it would depend on how close you are with him. He can and will get jealous.
If Harlequin was a yumeshipper, it would lean towards being romantic in nature and his sharing status would be non-sharing/perhaps selective sharing if MC gets him to be chill with Pierrot if they happen to share the same yume(s)…
But we need Pierrot to be chill with Harlequin at the same time here for this to work. Otherwise, if they have the same yume(s), it would not work well. We have already seen what happens with MC in the game - what makes one think that they would be comfortable sharing a fictional other?
What type of content would he create? Well. You know it’s going to be shameless smut.
Do not introduce Harlequin to that specific side of Tumblr, Ao3, or Wattpad. We would all be doomed if he ever became a fanfic writer and publicly shared his fanfics. The internet isn’t ready for Harlequin.
Anyway. Harlequin would create shameless smut or think about it if he can’t sit down and do it - and he would indulge in similar craft-like activities similar to Pierrot. He would make paper dolls of him and his yume(s)!
And maybe, to either vent out his frustrations or some of his other emotions, he would quietly indulge in some angst or something softer like fluff.
But that’s something you would never catch him doing.
And you would never catch him publicly yumeshipping. That’s behind closed doors.
Jester
He already knows what yumeshipping is before you go on to explain it to him.
And you don’t need to explain anymore. He’s heard enough. What are you still doing here?
But the concept itself? What does he think about it personally?
Well. It’s “interesting” how humans came up with such a concept. Getting attached to fictional characters in a romantic or platonic way. Creating or doing things just for them. Thinking so much about them. Having it affect the way you behave or leave an impact or mark on your life…
It depends on how close you are with him, but no matter what, there is going to be some form of judgement here.
If he’s not close with you, then no. He would not indulge in your yume activities. Go to Pierrot or someone else for that. He’s busy and doesn’t have time to entertain you.
If you are close with him? Hmm…then that “no” turns into a “maybe.” He would still set boundaries regardless.
It’s different though if it’s someone from his makeshift family - only then will he try to indulge in their yume activities or at least be more supportive if he can’t do them too.
Everyone in his makeshift family has their own talents, after all. He has his. He wants to make them happy, but he will get concerned if he finds some of these activities to be harmful towards their health or has any risks involved.
He acts accordingly if it does. For either the ones in his makeshift family or for you if you’re close with him.
He wouldn’t be a yumeshipper himself.
Sure, he might have some favorite fictional characters from the books he reads, but he doesn’t form that sort of attachment to them either platonically or romantically.
If he does want to form a platonic or romantic attachment, he would rather do it with someone who’s not a fictional character.
But if he could be a yumeshipper…? His sharing status would be non-sharing. There is no room for argument here to change his sharing status.
He would write fanfic. Very good fanfic in fact. Some people would be disturbed or concerned after reading the contents of specific fics but he would have perfect grammar and punctuality. He’s his own beta reader if he didn’t offer that role to Ticket Taker already.
Ticket Taker
He already knows what yumeshipping is too. Maybe he doesn’t know every label, but he knows a decent amount.
Can you explain it more to him? Well. Hm. That depends on what exactly you want to share and if he’s busy or not with his work.
If he’s on the clock, and you’re trying to explain some of the things/labels associated with yumeshipping, he will politely tell you that he has to attend to his duties.
If you bother him again while he’s still on the clock? He’ll tell you again that he’s busy…do not disturb him.
Bother him again for a third time? Well. You’re being rather troublesome, aren’t you? Either get out of his sight and bother someone else or you will face some consequences. To put it lightly.
If he’s not on the clock? It depends on how close you are with him! He’ll hear you out and everything, but he won’t indulge in your yume activities.
That is…unless if it’s beneficial for the circus. Maybe he can find some “use” for you if you can tell him a little more about these yume activities.
He would pitch this idea to Jester afterwards no doubt about it. The circus can make some bank here or they can use it for something else.
He wouldn’t be surprised if Pierrot turned out to be a yumeshipper. If it was Jester though, then yeah. He would be caught off guard.
He wouldn’t be a yumeshipper either. Unfortunately.
But…if he was one…his sharing status would be non-sharing unless if there were certain variables involved. If you were extremely close to him and yumed the same character(s), perhaps he could change his status to selective-sharing.
He makes playlists and such for his yume(s), making sure he categorizes them by genre, artist, etc. across different platforms/apps. He has multiple playlists over on his pirated version of Spotify. (Ticket Taker doesn’t want to pay for ads, and while it would be considered “unethical” to pirate, it saves time and money. The circus has a budget after all. And yes, of course everyone has their own pirated version of Spotify too. Pierrot almost got his phone hacked though so he needed a little help from him. They all used to have a shared playlist + account together, but Harlequin wouldn’t stop putting the worst type of music on shuffle or make the most atrocious remixes just to mess with everyone’s ears. As a result, everyone has their own separate playlists and accounts).
Would he allow the average person to listen to them? No. Absolutely not. He is a private yumeshipper like Harlequin.
He will change his mind if Jester wanted to listen to them.
And he’ll change his mind if he’s close with you. Make sure you don’t leak them to the public though. That’s going to break his trust. You want to keep his trust, don’t you?
Doctor
Yumeshipping? What’s that? Could you explain what the concept is to him, perhaps?
Hmm…so that’s what it is. He believes he’s heard something like that from somewhere.
Psychology isn’t his thing, but he’s more interested in the practicality behind it. What purpose does “yumeshipping” bring to you, romantically, platonically, or in both ways? How does this affect his tasty patient’s health?
You can definitely tell him everything you do with your yumeship(s). From what your sharing status is because it’s what makes you comfortable to what activities you decide to participate in. He’s your doctor after all. Feel free to share what’s important to you.
He’ll listen carefully to you, observe your behaviors, or analyze how your body reacts when you start to talk about your yumeship(s) or when he feels like you’re thinking about it/them.
Maybe this can be a new experiment for him…he finds this concept fascinating coming from you.
Would he indulge in your yume activities? No, but he would study you doing them. Then, if he feels like it would be better for his experiment, he would ask you questions either during the process, after you’re done with whatever it is that you’re doing, or ask you when you’re free to talk to him.
He’s more of an observer here. Doctor might find some interest in wanting to do some of your yume activities, but he doesn’t want to ruin his experiment.
He wouldn’t get shocked either if Pierrot turned out to be a yumeshipper. In fact, nobody in the circus would. Jester or Ticket Taker would be the most surprising out of all of them if that wasn’t already clear enough before.
After Pierrot, he would be a yumeshipper too. He wouldn’t have to be only a romantic yumeshipper though - he would lean towards being a platonic one. Maybe he could have multiple yumes at the same time if he desired.
His sharing status, unlike the others, would vary a lot here. He could be non-sharing, sure, but he could also be selective-sharing if you or someone from his makeshift family yumed the same fictional character(s). Maybe he could be hypersharing. Who knows?
For his yume activities, he gets plants based off his f/o(s) favorites or what they would probably like - but he would want it to be as “close” to the canon as possible. He also collects plushies just like Pierrot!!
Maybe he can pull a Frankenstein and use some of his dolls to make something based off his yumes who knows.
We would all be doomed if he ever did that. Jester tells him that he needs to keep that in his tent. Doctor understands and agrees with this.
He’s also private when it comes to yumeshipping - for the most part that is. If you found out about it, he won’t shy away from it. He won’t shy away from his makeshift family either. They’ll get a little surprised maybe but it’s all chill. At least it doesn’t start a fight unlike two certain clowns in the circus.
And that’s it for my silly little headcanons!! As you can tell, I was very unserious when writing these. I will be writing more unserious headcanons as a matter of fact. Don't try stopping me :)
Need to address the elephant in the room/some things I genuinely can’t keep quiet about regarding my yumeship with Ticket Taker before I start posting about it more sometime next week.
(For my comfortability, I turned off reblogs because I don’t want people to start pitying me or anything. I just need to talk about it because while I know people are chill about it over on Instagram…I don’t think that’ll be the same case here on Tumblr. And before anyone says otherwise, I’m going to come clean about a few things I’ve either witnessed or experienced myself so far).
I don’t think my yumeship with Ticket Taker is just “cooked” because of the angst I wrote for them. Or how he’s extremely unpopular.
I think my yumeship is cooked because of how my sona, Mila, is.
Because while she is just a character I created, she also serves as an extension of me. The person behind the screen.
I put some of my own traits on her - which includes how she identifies.
Like me, Mila is an Asian-American Muslim. More specifically, she’s a Pakistani-Filipina American and wears hijab, but leans towards her more desi roots while growing up in America.
Do you see what the problem is here.
People might be chill with the fact that hey, she’s a POC no biggie, but are going to hate everything else about her.
People are going to think, because I make her marry Ticket Taker in one universe, or how they’ll end up romantically involved anyways in a couple of others, that I’m indoctrinating his character or some stupid crap like that.
The prejudice against the core parts of my sona/me in general are EXTREMELY normalized nowadays irl and online. And while I’m not the only Muslim or Asian-American in this fandom, I’ve seen how certain yumeshippers, of either/both identities, or how their MCs are designed, get treated because their sona isn’t white or “relatable” enough for their audiences.
Because usually? This happens with Pierrot or Harlequin. The others don’t get this much slack.
But that doesn’t mean that it can’t happen. Unfortunately, I’ve ran into TFC fans who have made me feel very unsafe in this fandom on this platform. While I never interacted with most of them directly, I blocked them anyways - because reporting or calling out will do absolutely nothing. People, or, should I say, their “fans”, will come to their defense, saying that I’m censoring or disrespecting their boundaries/beliefs.
I say “most” because I have accidentally interacted with a few of them. I didn’t check their profiles properly and I don’t think they ever checked mine in return.
One of them was involved with Ticket Taker. I’m not saying who they are or what sort of content they create, but let’s just say they were extremely against my existence and I made the stupid offer on another platform to follow their blog because I didn’t connect the dots with how they went with two different usernames DESPITE having the same profile picture.
Which is funny, considering how they were already blocked before I made that offer to them. So I don’t think they knew that I was a POC/identified with certain beliefs 💀
Plus this is my first time publicly yumeshipping. I’m going to sound repetitive here, but I really don’t know how chill the Ticket Taker fanbase is with yumeships if I happen to identify as a certain way.
Because while I did make a post about it earlier and got positive reassurance for the most part…I don’t know if that’ll still hold true after this post goes up.
Don’t get it wrong, I’m proud about my identity and don’t shy from it, but a lot of people won’t like that about me. Even if I happen to represent it in a sona I made just to yumeship with a fictional character I’m extremely down bad for.
Anyway.
Depressing stuff out of the way - Ticket Taker my beloved I want to treat him right and smooch him all over his split mask or his actual face if he’ll ever let me. I’m delusional as all hell but I want to woo that monster man if I can’t do it in the actual game itself 😔👊💔
