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Headcanons of how you think tfc would reacting to learning that MC is trans? (I saw your asexual and non-binary ones) Specifically ftm if you're fine with writing gendered! Thank you!!
Lately I've been getting requests like a list. I see some kind of pattern in people's desires, haha. Sure, I don't mind writing something specially -specific but my brain died on this request. Honestly, I don't think anyone would have a problem with this but I tried
Pierrot, who bears the heavy weight of his stage persona and the deep sorrow of having to hide his true self from the world, treats your transition with immense respect and quiet awe. To him, breaking free from a role imposed by society is the ultimate act of courage. He listens with a thoughtful, serious expression, his gaze softening as you explain.
"Living by a script written by someone else is a rather tragic play. But to rewrite it, to stand up and declare to the whole world who you truly are, that is breathtaking. You are a man because you yourself know it to be true, my dear. No stage, no audience, and no past can ever strip that truth away from you."
He is incredibly delicate regarding your name and pronouns. If someone in the troupe makes a slip of the tongue or a stranger addresses you incorrectly, Pierrot will gently yet firmly correct them before you even have to step in. These things don't bother him on a personal level, it's a matter of your comfort and your identity, which means it matters to him as much as everything else concerning you. He will love you no matter who you are, so he calmly accepts this as a given and deeply respects it. He's totally chill. But, of course, he will treat your identity far more delicately than you might yourself. Keep him on a leash if someone accidentally, without any malice, uses the wrong pronouns for you.
Harlequin
Harlequin's entire existence is built on defying expectations, rules, and societal norms. So, when you tell him that you're a guy, his reaction is instantaneous, energetic, and completely devoid of doubt. He grins widely and hearty slaps you on the shoulder, not flustered in the slightest.
"Ha! Is that all? Okay, I like this turn of events."
He takes it in stride. Guy, girl, neither, transgender, what's the difference? His goal doesn't change because of it. If that's how you identify, so be it, though he'll likely adjust his approach to you just a little.The unpleasant catch is that he will file this away in the back of his mind as a potential vulnerability, a pressure point he could exploit if the need ever arises.
Jester
The Jester understands better than anyone what it's like to be trapped in a body or a role that doesn't feel entirely your own. Since he spends so much time analyzing those around him, he had likely already picked up on your discomfort with how you were perceived before. A knowing, faint smirk touches his lips, not to mock you, but out of genuine satisfaction that you trusted him enough to share this.
"Ah, so that's how the puzzle finally fits together. I could feel you were hiding your true self beneath the surface. You know, it takes real guts to throw off the mask the world shoved onto you. I respect that. You're a man who knows who he is, and in our line of work, that's a rarity."
On the outside, he keeps things casual, but internally, his respect for you shoots way up. He'll start using your correct name and pronouns with a light, natural confidence so you never feel awkward around him. Truth be told, he views a gender transition as something akin to a theatrical performance, so your unique trait is right up his alley.
Doctor
The Doctor approaches your revelation through a blend of psychological curiosity and cold-blooded acceptance of the facts. He considers the human mind to be the ultimate authority over the physical form. Adjusting his glasses, he studies you with a calm, analytical gaze. He doesn't view transitioning as anything strange, rather, he sees it as the logical alignment of form with function.
"Curious. The human mind is a structure of immense complexity, yet society stubbornly insists on rigid, primitive categorizations based solely on superficial observation. If your internal sense of self is male, then bringing your life into alignment with that truth is the only logical decision. Your mind dictates who you are, not arbitrary physical labels. Fascinating."
He instantly updates the information in his mind (and in your medical file). From that moment on, his speech toward you is strictly correct. If you ever need practical assistance, advice, or medical support, he will offer it with cold, efficient professionalism and not a shred of judgment.
In truth, he is the most intrigued by your case. Any biological, anatomical, or psychological quirk falls right into his field of interest. At times, you might feel like he's treating you as some "unusual specimen for an exciting study" and he honestly is. For a while, he will view you less as a person and more as an unusual biological and psychological phenomenon, wanting to analyze you from every angle for a deeper understanding. It's all for the sake of research and your personal comfort in the future. Over time, of course, he will temper his enthusiasm and start treating you properly, having gathered enough data.
Ticket Taker
The Ticket Taker deals with boundaries, identity, and who gets let through the circus gates every single day. He is a man of few words, but his support is reliable, practical, and instills a sense of security. He looks at you silently for a long moment before giving a single, heavy, decisive nod, letting you know he has heard you and accepted you completely.
"A man knows who he is. Takes guts to say it out loud in a world trying to tell you otherwise. You don't owe me any explanations, kid. I get it. Don't fully understand it, but if you say it's so, then it is. I don't see a problem here."
He shows his support through actions rather than grand speeches. He'll give you a quiet nod of greeting whenever you pass by, treating you with a simple, straightforward male camaraderie. Honestly, he couldn't care less. If this is what you want, so be it as long as it doesn't cause harm or get in the way, everything's fine. What's sweet, though, is that even if he's quiet and not overly expressive, he will still step in to correct anyone who misgenders you.
Idk why, but I love the way u wrote the request. Kinda cute design, haha. Anyways. Sure, the plot is really popular. I saw lots of works with this idea. Not the hcs but fanfics, especially with Pierrot, is really cool. Let's try it
Deaf MC + Sign Language
I tried to do it neutral but couldn't help and added my extra hcs...
Pierrot, who is subtly attuned to theatrical expression and quiet emotions, perceives sign language as an incredibly beautiful form of art and communication. Since he relies on measured movements and body language on stage, learning your language comes to him quite naturally. He studies sign language with exquisite patience, honing the shape of each hand until the movements become fluid. When he speaks to you in sign language, his movements are graceful, poetic, and expressive. He never believes you need to be pitied or saved. Instead, he makes sure the rest of the troupe doesn't leave you behind during chaotic performances, subtly translates for you, or catches your eye across the crowded tent. If you try to tell him about a rough day, he will sit beside you, entirely focused on your hands, nodding with understanding. If he doesn’t know a specific sign, he won't interrupt you, he will simply place a hand gently over his chest to show he is listening attentively, letting you spell the word out letter by letter, and then offer a warm, grateful smile.
He never knew sign language before (though having this knowledge suits him very well), but you provided him with the motivation to master a new, useful, and interesting skill. The combination of a "mute" clown and his deaf lover is quite amusing. He is not at all bothered by your disability, on the contrary, it helps him be closer to you and feel needed. Perhaps one day he might even want to switch to sign language entirely, as he will feel that expressing feelings through signs is much easier and more beautiful than through words.
(Though honestly, I feel like he already knew it even before you entered his life. Given his line of work, it is very likely and makes sense for him. If he knew sign language before you appeared, it would be as if his wish had come true. He feels sympathy for the fact that you cannot hear, but at the same time, he is glad because now he has someone to care for and someone to communicate with in his own separate world. Until someone else in the circus learns sign language, he will feel special, as if all your little conversations belong only to the two of you and no one will ever steal or understand them because it is something that exists solely between you two.)
Harlequin
Harlequin is pure, unbridled chaos, and he approaches learning sign language with the same wild enthusiasm he brings to everything else. He doesn't have the patience for long lessons, but his passionate desire to communicate with you directly and his wish to impress you (to score some sympathy points for his karma) more than make up for it.
His style? Fast, exaggerated, and full of expressive facial gestures! The first things he learns are the most vivid words, loud emotions, jokes, and teases, supplementing the rest with dramatic pantomime while his vocabulary gradually expands. He absolutely loves that you two have your own "secret language" in the middle of a crowd. He might throw a sign at you from across the arena right in the middle of a show, just to make you laugh or to poke fun at someone in the circus.
He will start learning sign language purely out of sheer enthusiasm. He planned to drop it, but he got heavily hooked and continued learning it as a "useful skill" with the added bonus of being able to talk to you. He really loves the opportunity to communicate non-verbally in a language that isn't accessible to everyone. Moreover, if he learned sign language before Pierrot, it's just a brand-new, massive reason and opportunity to tease him. As for your deafness? He finds it very convenient. It makes pulling off pranks so much easier.
Jester
Jester has spent his whole life observing people from behind a mask, so he quickly notices how attentive you are to details. He appreciates that you read body language better than anyone else in the circus, which means you see right through him. His style is sharp, precise, and sly. He didn't intend to learn sign language for your sake, your appearance simply revealed the existence of such a cool and fun skill to him. He will learn it only because he likes that kind of thing, and besides, he's wanted to learn it with Pierrot for a long time anyway (and honestly, I have a headcanon that he already knows it and is just glad to apply it in real life). He learns very quickly and loves using sign language to make sarcastic remarks or biting comments that no one else in the room can decipher. He enjoys the quiet intimacy of your communication. Since his teases in everyday life rely heavily on inflection and tone of voice, communicating with you forces him to drop his stage mask and just be someone else, someone simpler. When the circus noise becomes too deafening for everyone else, he will sit in the shadows nearby, brush your shoulder lightly to catch your attention, and sign a quick, hilarious combination mocking the absurdity happening right in front of you. It's his way of sharing a quiet joke with you in a world that never stops making noise. As for your deafness, he has mixed feelings. It can be troublesome in places, but it's quite new to him.
The Doctor
The Doctor approaches sign language with methodical precision and clinical interest. Although he initially sees it merely as an efficient kinetic system of communication, his interest quickly becomes personal, he strives to ensure you feel comfortable and safe in the circus environment. Perfect syntax, precise hand placement, and not a single redundant movement. He meticulously studies diagrams and manuals, treating sign language as a complex science he is obligated to master to perfection. He is extremely practical when it comes to your safety. Understanding that you rely on visual and tactile cues, he adapts his workspace, he ensures the lighting is always clear and never approaches you from behind without giving a gentle warning sign first. If you start signing rapidly out of emotion, he won't rush you. The Doctor will listen calmly, breaking down every movement, and then answer slowly and clearly: "Your hands move too fast when you are anxious," he will sign calmly. "Inhale. I am listening."
As a deaf person, you interest him because of your unique condition. He wouldn't learn sign language anytime soon because it's too much for him as a busy person at the moment. He would rather study you and communicate through alternative means, not only because he doesn't know the language, but also because it's part of his research. If you don't find a convenient alternative, he will learn sign language both for convenience and for the future, in case he has similar patients. Though he would have learned it for the future eventually anyway.
The Ticket Taker
The Ticket Taker is a person of action, not words, so a visual language suits him better than anyone else. He isn't a fan of idle chatter anyway, so communicating through reserved, quiet gestures suits him completely. His conversational style is simple, confident, and direct. There is no theatricality or drama in his movements; his signs are calm, measured, and easy to read. He becomes your invisible anchor. The circus can be a frighteningly unpredictable place, but the Ticket Taker makes sure you always feel safe. He stands where you can see him, uses light vibrations (like tapping on a wooden support) to catch your attention without startling you, and watches your back in a crowd. At the end of a long day, when the whole circus turns into a blur, he will approach you, meet your eyes, and simply sign: "All right?". When you reply that everything is fine, he will just give a firm, reassuring nod, keeping his hand near his lantern as he escorts you to safety.
The Ticket Taker has always preferred brief, restrained gestures over words. He never learned and never will learn sign language as a whole new language. He speaks in simple gestures that are clear to most, but you don't need much anyway. Over time, as he communicates with you through daily routine, he will gradually and without even noticing it, pick up a few new signs specifically for communication. Your deafness doesn't bother him much, he's already met enough people with their own quirks.
if you do requests can you do headcanons for Hee-ah x male! reader?
Well, hi there , hah. This request layed in my mail box for quite long, idk if you still need it ,but why not? Better late than never. I'm not that deep in Alien Stage world so it took me long enough to do this and I even asked my friend (who's huge fan) to help me with it. Sua's older sister is something. For me write hcs on anyone from AS is hard cuz of the characters specificity and as for character we have not much info like Hee... Anyways, I tried so just forgive me everything which is not right, haha
Hee-ahh x Male!reader
A refuge in the middle of chaos. Living under Nigeh's roof or simply surviving in the world of Alien Stage is incredibly exhausting. Around you, Hee-ahh doesn't have to pretend or force herself to be the "perfect doll" she was raised to become. The moment the alien owners look away, her posture relaxes, her practiced smile fades, and she can finally let out a quiet breath. In a world where free will is a luxury, your affection is expressed through the smallest gestures: your hands brushing together as you walk down a hallway, or the way you deliberately step between her and the suffocating stare of an alien caretaker.
Since Nigeh is obsessed with black-haired human girls, taking care of her hair is a huge and unavoidable part of Hee-ahh's daily routine. But when you're alone, it stops feeling like an obligation. She absolutely loves sitting on the floor between your knees while you gently comb through her long dark hair. It's one of the very few moments when she feels safe enough to simply close her eyes and relax.
If you ever manage to sneak in or find some real human food or sweets, she treasures them like they're the most precious thing in the world. Even so, she'd never eat them alone. Hee-ahh always insists on splitting everything exactly in half so she can share it with you (or with Sua).
Deep down, Hee-ahh carries an overwhelming fear of being abandoned or forgotten once new "favorites" appear. Because of that, she can occasionally become a little possessive or quietly jealous, silently watching you just to reassure herself that you haven't grown tired of her.
You soon realize that words alone aren't enough to comfort her, actions mean far more. The fact that you constantly choose her, ask how she's feeling before anything else, and gently remind her that she's a human being worthy of love becomes the anchor that keeps her grounded.
Don't let her delicate appearance fool you. If another human or even one of the alien caretakers ever dares to mistreat you, Hee-ahh changes in an instant. She'll use every bit of influence, charm, and quiet determination she has to protect you. She's long since accepted suffering herself, but she refuses to stand by and watch you endure it too.
Late at night, when complete silence settles over the mansion, the two of you whisper about what it would be like to escape this twisted "pet" system. You dream about the simplest things: living in a real human city, walking beneath a real sky, and sharing peaceful, ordinary days where no one watches you from behind a sheet of glass.
It's heartbreaking and pitiful, yet you survive this reality the only way you can by surviving it together. In your little corner of this cruel world, it truly felt like paradise until even that was taken away when she's gone.
Hello. I really like your writings. Are you taking requests? If not I apologize and you can ignore this.
But if you do I would like to see you do characters from The Freak Circus with asexual MC. It could be MC coming out to them about their sexuality.
I'm yet to see anything like that from this fandom and would love your take on it.
Hi there ! Aw, tysm! Ofc I take them. Lately soooo much people requests me and about tfc mostly, but I don't mind at all, ha-ha. Means people actually like it and I don't have to think about what I'm going to write today.
Honestly, I really like this request. It so close to my heart. In yandere (or similar) novels, the option of being asexual is so, damn, interesting. I often reflect about specifically this, when finishing some new novel with crazy-obsessive bf/gf, lol. Anyways, let's start.
Pierrot listens to you with quiet, unwavering attention, and for a brief moment, his usual theatrical grandeur fades away. Since he hides a deep personal sorrow himself, he treats your confession with the utmost seriousness. He slowly nods, carefully considering your words. There isn't a trace of judgment in his eyes, only profound understanding.
"Ah... I see. So you look at the world, at intimacy, and simply don't feel the need for the physical script everyone else insists you should perform. There's a certain quiet peace in that, isn't there? You don't owe me apologies, nor do you have to explain yourself. The Ringmaster demands many things from us, but who you choose to give your heart to or whether you keep it entirely for yourself is a canvas that belongs to you alone."
He'll never admit it outright, but it may become obvious that he's a little saddened and worried. He wants to share everything with you. At first, he'll naturally feel disappointed, but he'll accept it surprisingly quickly. His sadness soon turns into anxiety as he remembers how he'd acted before your coming out, and the thought that he might have made you feel uncomfortable or even disgusted with him makes him feel awful. Even afterward, he'll remain somewhat anxious. Relationships and human nature are already difficult for him to understand, so he'll constantly worry that his courtship or affection might accidentally come across as flirtation with sexual intent. Overall, though, he accepts it without issue and simply learns to live with it because, fortunately for him, you're still comfortable with romance... right? That's already something. Your confession simply makes his idea of how to approach your relationship a little more complicated.
Harlequin
Harlequin doesn't really understand society's prejudices surrounding sexuality simply because he lives far outside the boundaries of social norms himself. His biggest concern is making sure you feel comfortable around him so you will be more favorably disposed towards him. He blinks a couple of times before suddenly bursting into cheerful laughter and casually throwing an arm around your shoulders.
"That's it? You looked so serious I thought the whole tent was on fire! Listen to me, people waste way too much time obsessing over things that don't matter in the slightest. If that's how you feel, then that's exactly how it's supposed to be."
He simply treats it as another unique trait that makes you you, remaining completely unfazed while supporting you in his usual loud, energetic fashion. It's not that he particularly cared about having a sexual relationship with you in the first place (at least not unless he genuinely fell for you). Flirting and suggestive teasing were simply familiar tools he liked to use, so in a sense this even makes life easier for him "one less thing to worry about."
However, if he truly loves you, things become different. In that case, the news disappoints him deeply. He'll accept it, at least indirectly, but living with it won't be easy for him.
Jester
Jester's reaction is surprisingly mature and grounded. He spends so much of his life hidden behind a mask, constantly playing a role, that when you share something deeply personal and honest with him, it catches him off guard in the best possible way. His grin softens into something genuine. He appreciates the trust it took for you to have this conversation with him, even if he still tries to lighten the mood with a joke.
"Well, now that's refreshing. In a place where everyone's wearing masks and lying to themselves, you just walk up and tell the truth. I think that's brilliant. No unnecessary drama, no pointless distractions, just you, exactly as you are. I like that. Keep it up."
He fully respects your boundaries and even finds himself feeling a little closer to you, genuinely valuing such a rare moment of honesty in the circus. Considering that he isn't particularly interested in humans to begin with, this information actually makes things easier for him and helps him feel closer to you. While others in the circus might react with indifference, struggle, or calm acceptance, Jester would simply be genuinely happy to hear news like this.
Doctor
The Doctor approaches your confession with analytical, detached curiosity that quickly develops into a peculiar form of clinical approval. He studies your expression while you speak. He doesn't see asexuality as a flaw, rather, he considers it a remarkably efficient and fascinating variation of the human mind.
"Fascinating. Human motivations are so often compromised by primitive urges and hormonal impulses. Existing outside that closed loop must provide extraordinary clarity of perception, wouldn't you agree? Rest assured, your biology is functioning exactly as intended. You are a remarkably self-aware specimen."
His wording may sound cold and scientific, but this is his way of telling you that there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. He would never question your identity. Initially, he may even assume you're asking him for a medical opinion, whether something is "wrong" with you. He genuinely doesn't understand why this would require such a significant confession. To him, it's simply an interesting biological fact about you, nothing more.
Ticket Taker
Ticket Taker is a man of few words, and his reaction is the most restrained, yet also deeply comforting. Every day he stands at the rigid boundary between the outside world and the circus, so he understands better than most what it feels like to exist outside society's expectations. He listens silently before giving you a firm, reassuring nod. No grand speeches,just complete, unconditional acceptance.
"Understood. It takes courage to figure out who you are and say it out loud. You don't owe anyone an explanation, and you don't have to perform for anyone. Your place here doesn't change because of this."
Then he simply returns to his duties.The news neither excites nor bothers him. He accepts it and moves on. If anything, he quietly assumes that your orientation might mean there's one less source of potential chaos to worry about around the circus.
I loved it so much <33 tysmm and it turned out perfect dw!! ^^ could I request more if you don't mind? Like jyugo x reader what they talk abt/cute things they do with each other more of a headcanon style like your used to <33 also which do you prefer manga or anime? I love them both they are my favs in manga and anime but if I had to choose between the two I would go with manga, wbu?
Hiiii! Ah, it took me long enough. I managed to get out of my tilt so I'm back to requests. I can't believe I managed to finish them all finally.
What about your question, It's hard to choose. I'm a big fan of good comedy so I can't compare manga and anime. Anime is good as comedy and nice picture but manga is way more deep and unique in it's art style but if I had to choose, I guess I prefer anime. It's always makes me smile
Anyways, let's start.
Jyugo x Reader
What they talk about / How they spend their time / Their everyday life
Deep down, Jyugo is such a sweetheart once he gets used to someone, so imagining him in a soft, cozy relationship is an absolute joy.
Honestly, I prefer the lighthearted atmosphere of the anime over the much darker direction the manga takes later on, so these headcanons are based on the warm, comforting vibe of the anime.
What do you two talk about?Jyugo isn't exactly a great speaker or philosopher, so your conversations are usually simple, down-to-earth, and deeply personal. Complaining about prison life makes up a good 40% of your daily conversations. Most of them consist of his sighing about Hajime yelling at him again or Uno driving him crazy with his card games. For him, it's a way to vent and let you into his everyday life.
Trying to find "normal" hobbies also becomes one of your favorite ways to spend time together. Since he constantly insists that the only thing he's good at is escaping, the two of you spend ages brainstorming things he might actually enjoy. You talk about what he'd like to try next, whether it's a new game, a particular dish, or a music genre he might end up liking.
Over time, you develop a tradition you call "Late-night confessions." Once the cell block falls completely silent, Jyugo finally lets his guard down. In a quiet voice, he admits that his shackles make him feel like a monster, or that he genuinely believes there's something wrong with him, or that he's afraid of the future. Those conversations are always whispered, and you constantly remind him that he is so much more important than his past.
Honestly, sometimes you don't talk at all. The two of you understand that simply sitting beside each other is already more than enough. Jyugo used to think relationships were supposed to be endless excitement, passion, and constant emotion, but now he's realized they can be something quieter and that this kind of peace is true happiness.
Speaking of cute moments. At first, Jyugo can be a little awkward when it comes to showing affection. But once he realizes you're his safe place,his person, he grows attached with his whole heart.
You even have your own little "escape dates." Since he can unlock practically any lock in the world, he'll sneak out of his cell without a second thought just to see you. He doesn't even need to escape the prison for real, he simply wants to spend some time with you in a quiet corner of the prison garden or an empty hallway. It's your tiny secret tradition.
Jyugo has the energy of a loyal but slightly feral cat. He won't always ask for affection, but he'll quietly lean his shoulder against yours or sit close enough that your sides touch. He loves holding your hand, though he has a habit of absentmindedly stroking your knuckles or tracing the lines of your palm with his fingertips. It helps ground him whenever he's anxious.
He also loves it when you cup his face in your hands or gently rest your hands on his collarbones or even on his shackles. At first he'd flinch, terrified that he might accidentally hurt you somehow, but over time your gentle touch becomes the only thing that can completely calm him down.
He tries so hard to act cool and unfazed, but that plan falls apart the moment you catch him off guard. If you suddenly compliment him, telling him his heterochromatic eyes are beautiful or that you like his hair, he'll immediately turn away, pull his ragged collar all the way up to his ears, and mumble something completely unintelligible while his ears burn bright red.
How would you think the tfc cast would react to an mc who's considered mean, but not exactly disrespectful?
Hiiii! Oh, that's a good question. Generally, the question of "mean" and "disrespect" is quite subjective. It all depends on the degree of "tenderness" and perception, but I will try my best, hahaha
Pierrot is usually very polite, gentle, and devoted to the MC. He's also rather naive when it comes to normal human cues. More than likely, he'd find your snarky remarks incredibly endearing. Since you're not genuinely trying to hurt or humiliate him, he'll assume your sarcasm is simply your way of playing around or perhaps a special, intimate language that exists only between the two of you.
If you were to snap at him and tell him to stop staring through your window, he'd simply tilt his masked head, let out a quiet raspy chuckle, and think
"My treasure is feeling especially playful today!"
Your "rudeness" wouldn't scare him away, in fact, it would only fuel his obsession. You aren't acting like a helpless victim paralyzed by fear, even though he'd still love you if you were.
The only thing that might genuinely unsettle him is if your bold personality led you to grow close to Harlequin. He'd immediately start drawing comparisons between the two of you, and anxious thoughts would creep into his mind, making him worry and overthink that because you're somewhat alike, you might end up choosing Harlequin over him.
Harlequin
Harlequin lives for chaos, teasing, and getting under people's skin, especially Pierrot's. He's carefree, shameless, and loves watching other people's reactions.
Oh, he'd absolutely adore you.
An MC who can fire off sharp but fair remarks is his favorite kind of playmate. Since your words carry no genuine hatred, he won't take offense. To him, your attitude becomes an exciting game of verbal tennis. He'll deliberately provoke you just to hear your next witty comeback.
If you roll your eyes and call him an annoying parasite, he'll grin, lean in close, and whisper
"Is that really how you speak to someone who's completely crazy about you, sweetheart?"
That'll only make him even more determined to win you over.
What entertains him even more is watching you aim that sharp tongue at Pierrot. Even if you aren't being serious, he finds it hilarious that you don't baby the clingy, overly sweet clown.
Jester
Jester is the brains of the entire troupe. Intelligent, slightly misanthropic (he sees people as nothing more than "stray dogs"), and accustomed to keeping everything under strict control.
He'd be deeply intrigued by you.
He's used to people either trembling in fear, blindly hating him, or easily falling victim to his manipulation. An MC who keeps their composure and responds with calm, sharp, level-headed remarks, without descending into crude insults, would earn his intellectual respect.
He'd observe you with an analytical gaze. You don't violate his standards of etiquette, so he has no reason to punish you. Your straightforwardness would feel like a breath of fresh air compared to the usual cowardly fools around him. He might even begin playing along, countering your barbs with elegant, passive-aggressive remarks of his own.
Doctor
Doctor is an intellectual who prefers the power of the mind over brute force, though beneath the surface lies a chaotic and remarkably bloodthirsty side.
He's accustomed to screaming test subjects and people who are terrified of him. An MC who's prickly without crossing the line would completely throw him off balance.
Being analytical by nature, he'd immediately try to figure out why you behave this way. If you were to deadpan a sarcastic comment about the mess in his laboratory or his unsettling appearance, he might literally freeze, adjust his mask, and ask whether you've inhaled some dangerous fumes.
But once he realizes you aren't actually trying to insult him, he'll appreciate your honesty. After all, you're not wasting his precious time on fake politeness.
Ticket Taker
As the oldest member of the circus, the Ticket Collector is quiet, reserved, and commands unquestionable authority.
Your attitude would bother him the least.
He simply doesn't have time for childish drama.I
f you're cold and straightforward, he'll respond in exactly the same way. As long as your difficult personality doesn't interfere with the circus's work or turn into genuine disrespect, he'll maintain a polite, professional distance.
In fact, he'll probably appreciate your honesty more than fake friendliness, because with you, he always knows exactly where he stands.
Hii if you are taking request take would be great, but if your not that ok too
So this request is about a mc who is non binary and tells the TFC member.
I know there is a gender neutral mc in the game, but I just want to know how you think the members would react to mc telling them.
Oh damn... Well , I little bit complicated question for me and there's a lot of moments to reflect about. Well, let me try. I'm not that deep in this topic but hope I ,at least, won't offend anyone... Let's see...
MC comes out as non-binary
Characters included: Pierrot, Harlequin, Jester, Ticket Taker, Doctor
Pierrot
"My light... whatever words you choose for yourself are the only ones I'll ever use. Your words are law to me."
Pierrot's reaction couldn't be simpler. When you tell him, he tilts his masked head ever so slightly, absorbing every single word with complete, undivided attention. He doesn't answer right away. Instead, his gloved hand slowly reaches toward you, gently cupping your cheek.
He couldn't care less about human ideas of gender. To a monster who was once trapped in endless darkness, you are his entire world, his only savior, his everything. He silently commits your pronouns, or however you wish to be addressed, to memory. And if anyone else in the circus dares to get it wrong, they'll have to face his silent, terrifying anger.
Seriously, he'll probably be more upset about it than you are, lol
Harlequin
"Oh, darling... do you really think a few little words could change how desperately I desire you? If anything, it only makes you an even more exquisite creature."
Harlequin reacts in his usual smug, theatrical fashion, but behind his playful smile lies absolute, unwavering sincerity. He steps into your personal space, a bold, beautiful grin spreading across his lips as he listens to your explanation.
He's delighted that you've entrusted him with something so personal, and he immediately turns it into another opportunity to charm you. He says your pronouns with a soft, velvety tone, savoring each word simply to watch you blush.
To Harlequin, you're a trophy, a beautiful mystery, and your identity only makes you an even rarer treasure that he wants all to himself.
Deep down, though? He honestly doesn't care about the coming out itself. He cares just as little as he did before it. He simply addresses you the way you prefer because it makes you happy and because words are his greatest weapon when it comes to winning hearts.
Jester
"No boys, no girls, just you! The star of my show!"
Jester's reaction is a whirlwind of chaotic theatrical energy. He might dramatically gasp, throw his arms into the air, spin around in circles, and then flop down beside you with an enormous, unhinged grin. But don't let the performance fool you, he catches every single word you say.
Human concepts of rigid gender roles seem unbelievably boring to him. He'll happily announce your correct pronouns throughout the empty circus tent like a ringmaster introducing the night's greatest attraction.
To him, your revelation is exciting simply because it's something unusual, something that breaks away from ordinary human conventions.
Ticket Taker
"Understood. You don't have to justify yourself to me. Inside my tent, you're safe."
Practical, protective, and quiet, the Ticket Keeper is the circus's pillar of stability. When you tell him, he simply nods. His imposing figure casts a shadow that feels more like a shield than a threat. He doesn't ask unnecessary questions, he simply accepts it. He quietly files the information away in his mental records, updates them accordingly, and treats it as undeniable fact.
He doesn't entirely understand concepts like this, but as long as it doesn't hurt anyone or disrupt anything, he sees no reason to make an issue of it. Comfort and order matter far more to him than labels. Because of that, he'll calmly correct anyone who addresses you the wrong way.
Doctor
"Remarkable... A wonderfully complex mind to match such a captivating soul. Rest assured, my dear. I shall record this with the utmost precision. I wouldn't dream of misclassifying my most precious subject of study."
The Doctor approaches your confession with elegant intellectual curiosity befitting his profession. He tilts his head slightly, adjusts his glasses, and studies you through cold, analytical eyes where an oddly possessive warmth suddenly flickers to life.
Human psychology and self-perception fascinate him, and the fact that you don't fit neatly into conventional categories only fuels his obsession.
He speaks to you with unsettlingly polite precision, assuring you that your comfort and identity are of the highest importance to him. He may even make a point of updating his notes in front of you so you know that, in his eyes, you are catalogued exactly as you wish to be.
While the others respond with quiet acceptance, admiration, or simple indifference, the Doctor develops an especially keen interest in you. As someone in the medical field, seeing someone step outside the conventional human understanding of gender is deeply fascinating to him. Your revelation may even bring the two of you closer, as he'll become genuinely eager to understand how your experience differs from others and whether similar variations appear in other aspects of human identity.
Taking care of you while you're sick
(She's a Gem, you're a human)
So, yeah... I guess I shouldn't write this cuz I dropped watching SU in the middle and forgot most parts of the plot but I decided,at least, try to write something about her for him basing on everything I remember about her. Just mind it...
The moment she learns that humans can get sick from things like viruses, cold weather, or even just exhaustion, she starts to panic a little. She begins seeing humans as fragile as glass. She asks you over and over again
"Are you sure you're not falling apart? Do humans really break down this often?"
For the first half hour, she tries to solve the problem using the scientific method she found in a book or on some random website. She checks your temperature every ten minutes, writes everything down in a notebook, and comes up with theories about why the human body is so inefficient.
She reads the medication instructions at least three times. Then she looks up more information online just to make sure she's doing everything correctly (watching a few video tutorials wouldn't hurt either). Only after all of that does she hand you your medicine with the most serious expression imaginable.
If the doctor says you need to drink more water, Peridot treats it like the highest-priority order. The moment you take a couple of sips, she's already placing another glass beside you, as if water is the only thing keeping humans alive.
She basically becomes your personal reminder, alarm clock, notebook, everything:
"Have you eaten?"
"Did you drink any water?"
"Did you take your medicine?"
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
Sometimes it feels like she has dozens of alarms programmed into her brain just for all of those things.
She gets genuinely annoyed whenever you say something like, "I'm fine." To her, that's a completely illogical statement when you're running a high fever. Why would you lie?
If she notices you trying to get out of bed to do chores around the house, she'll use her metal powers to make you stay put. She might gently pull a metal chair over to block your path or quietly shut the refrigerator door if you decide you're going to cook. (The TV remote is definitely getting pulled away too.)
She doesn't really understand human words of comfort, so instead of saying something like, "Poor thing," she'll say:
"Your current condition is temporary. According to my calculations, the probability of your recovery is extremely high. This is good news. You should be grateful to have such an excellent friend as me."
If you start coughing for too long or too loudly, she flinches before asking in complete seriousness
"Is this some kind of critical malfunction? Should I contact a medical professional?"
At first, she thinks blankets are just useless pieces of fabric. But once she notices that they actually make you feel better, she starts fixing the blanket every time it slips even a little. In her mind, if it has such a positive effect, then it obviously needs to cover you completely in order to transfer all of its strange beneficial properties.
Peridot eventually discovers that humans like having someone nearby when they're sick, even if they're just quietly keeping them company. So she brings over her laptop or tablet, sits beside your bed, and silently works on her research, occasionally glancing over to make sure you haven't woken up or gotten worse.
If you fall asleep, she tries her best to stay quiet. Although every now and then she forgets and starts talking to herself while taking apart another machine, stomping around the room, opening cabinets, or making all sorts of noise.
When you complain that you can't taste anything because of a stuffy nose (or because you lost your sense of taste from COVID, lol), she'll bring you different foods and watch with scientific curiosity to see whether you can taste them. To her, it's practically an experiment and, in a way, kind of entertaining.
She quickly realizes that human recovery takes time, and that frustrates her to no end. She wishes one pill could fix everything instantly, so when it doesn't, she'll grumble
"What an incredibly flawed biological system... How do humans even survive?"
Once you've finally recovered, Peridot acts as though she's completed the greatest scientific mission in history, a heroic feat worthy of legend. With an incredibly proud smile, she announces
"Human Subject successfully restored. My strategy proved effective. I expected this exact outcome... although, I admit, I was somewhat worried the entire time."
After that, you'll probably spend a very long time trying to explain her why that doesn't technically make her a doctor.
Hii I was wondering if you’d take my request? If not I totally understand!
Something like going back to your home town with your partner (preferably Ghost or König but wtv is fine) and they meet your family for the first time and they’re like really nervous because they also came to get your family’s blessing in marriage? Or something of that sort.
Anyway, I hope you’re having a great night/day!
Hiiii. Aw, that's so sweet! Yes, ofc I take requests. I tried my best writing this but I always kinda scare writing hcs on military men cuz it's a bit complicated question for me. Military, wars and every days risks change people a lot so you can never say how they will react in any situation. I made this small unpleasant disclaimer just in case I can probably make a huge misscharacterization, lol and lately I'm feeling unwell, so just mind it to forgive me some mistakes, ha-ha.
This time I made Ghost only but later I do König one too.
Anyways, let's start.
Ghost (Simon Riley)
Meeting the family and asking for their blessing (He’s a little nervous)
Simon had survived gunfights, torture, and missions where every single second could have been his last, but none of it could compare to standing outside your childhood home. He was holding a bouquet of flowers that looked ridiculously small in his massive hands.
— Are you sure they’ll like me? — he asked quietly, probably for the fifth time now.
Who would have thought that a man so serious, imposing, and sarcastic, especially at his age, would be as nervous right now as a fifteen-year-old boy?
You looked at him in surprise.
— Simon... You are literally about to ask my family for their blessing.
— Exactly.
As always, he was brief and military-style.
He wasn't afraid of your father, he wasn't afraid of your mother. He was afraid of only one thing: that the people who raised you would look at him and decide he wasn't worthy of you. Deep down, he believed exactly that, and his self-doubt was completely paralyzing him.
The door was opened by your mother.
— Oh!
She was slightly taken aback to see a tall, incredibly heavily built man next to you, someone who had clearly seen a lot in his life.
Simon immediately snapped to attention, like a young cadet.
— Good evening, ma'am.
He handed her the bouquet so awkwardly that you could barely hold back a laugh.
— These are...for you, ma'am.
Your mother’s face instantly softened.
— Oh, sweetheart... Thank you.
She accepted the flowers with a warm smile.
— Come on in, don’t just stand on the porch. Step inside.
Dinner was kinda awkward. Simon barely touched his food. To every question your relatives asked, he answered briefly but very politely.
— How long have you two been together?
— For some time now.
— What do you do for a living?
— Military.
— Do you like tea?
— Yes.
You gave him a gentle nudge with your foot under the table. He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, looking somewhat like a lost puppy.
"I’m trying..." — he was silently trying to convey to you.
The turning point came when your younger sibling suddenly asked:
— Are you always this quiet and grumpy?
— No.
— Really?
— No.
A silence fell over the room, and then Simon calmly added:
— That was a joke.
For some reason, the whole family broke into light smiles. It was funny to see a grown, serious, and frankly dangerous man act like this, but it gave him the push he needed because his shoulders visibly relaxed.
Toward the end of the evening, your father asked Simon to help him carry something to the garage. (Of course, this was just an excuse for a real, man-to-man talk). You didn’t think much of it at first, but twenty minutes passed, then thirty. When you finally went outside, they were sitting near the house, holding mugs of coffee, just talking, like, truly talking. Your father looked serious, and Simon looked, well, a little nervous.
When everyone went back inside, Simon stayed on the porch. He stared silently into the darkness. You sat down next to him.
— Is everything okay, dear?
— Not entirely.
— Did something happen, Simon?
He slowly reached into the inner pocket of his jacket. Your heart skipped a beat. A small velvet box.
— I... wanted to speak with your father first.
You looked at him in disbelief.
— What?
— He deserves to know how serious my intentions are.
Simon swallowed hard.
— I love you, Y/N.
His voice was barely a whisper.
— And I’ve known it for a long time... that I want to bind my life with yours until the very end. My life is not normal, and you know that perfectly well. The scars, the past, the risks, enough nightmares to last several lifetimes.
He looked up at you.
— But... if you'll let me... I want to spend whatever time I have left by your side.
He opened the box. Inside lay a simple, completely unpretentious ring.
— I asked your father for his blessing.
You asked, barely audible:
— And what did he say?..
A barely noticeable smile appeared on Simon's face.
— He said... "I've considered you a part of this family for a long time now."
Tears welled up in your eyes.
— And then?
Simon rubbed the back of his neck, looking embarrassed.
— Then he said that if I ever make you cry...
He chuckled softly.
— ...he’ll break both of my legs, and he doesn’t care if I’m some kind of military guy, you know....
You laughed through your tears.
— That sounds exactly like him.
Simon gave a low grunt of agreement.
— So...
He gently took your hand in his, his palms were visibly trembling.
— Will you marry me?
You didn’t hesitate for a single second.
— Yes. Of course. What kind of question is that?
It felt as though a massive weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He carefully slipped the ring onto your finger, his hands shaking more than they ever had, even though on any mission, he was always the most composed man in the room.
Before either of you could say another word, the front door swung open. Your mother was already crying tears of joy, your siblings cheered happily, and your father stood there with his arms crossed, doing his absolute best to hide his smile.
— I said yes! — you yelled.
Simon looked first at your family, then back at you. For the first time in many years, "home" stopped being a place he had lost long ago. Life was finally starting to make sense.
Author's Note
Simon is a grown man with a dangerous profession. He lived solely for his work and didn't value his own life much. It’s highly unlikely he ever had any serious romantic experience, so his nervousness and awkwardness are completely normal, even if it's unusual to see him this way. When a person worth living for appears in Simon's life, it might complicate his job, or, conversely, make it simpler, because now he’ll remember that it's too early for him to die, since his beloved is waiting for him at home. It’s hard for him to communicate with civilians in a simple, casual way, and the fact that these civilians are your parents only makes it harder. In that sense, he’s a bit socially awkward. Forgive him for all the clumsiness, he’s just trying to find a reason to live.
Hiii if you can do this request it would be great.
I had this idea for a while and I would like your thoughts on how the tfc members would react to a blind mc. How would they treat mc know mc can see them and anything.
This was something that just came to mind, so if you do this request have fun with it.
Ah, what an interesting source to work with. My readers sometimes have better imaginations than I do. Let's see if I can satisfy this request.
I hope it won't turn out too dull and vague, because it's been really hard for me to write lately. I would love to write more but unfortunately we have what we have.
TFC and blind MC
Characters included: Pierrot, Harlequin, Jester, Doctor, Ticket Taker
I'd like to add that, in my opinion, a blind main character is a unique joy for any Yandere or other insane "fan". Such inferiority is an excellent excuse and a means of control. Vision is one of the most important things a person can have and one of the most useful, but it is possible to live without it, although it is difficult. Of all the ailments for inadequate "fans," the best is blindness for numerous reasons. I can do a separate analysis on this topic, but this post is not about that, it’s just the request that made me think
Pierrot
Pierrot would become your shadow because he is exact the same silence and naturally self-conscious about his monstrous nature, your blindness is a strange comfort to him. He doesn't have to worry about you looking at him with fear or disgust. He is agonizingly gentle, but suffocatingly present. Since he doesn't speak to guide you, he relies entirely on touch. He will constantly hold your hand, guide your waist, or gently tap your shoulder to signal a turn. You will always feel the faint scent of copper and stage makeup around you, and you'll hear his soft, shaky breaths right beside your ear. He will use your lack of sight to keep you entirely reliant on his touch, quietly removing any obstacle or any other person who tries to come between you.
Your blindness gives him a certain confidence. He knows that your lack of sight gives you sensitivity to your other senses, so now he's worried about that. If not because of appearance, then maybe through touching and voice something will go wrong, but he still wants to touch and help. In general, he finds your disability to be a huge plus and a blessing for him.
Harlequin
Harlequin finds your lack of sight incredibly entertaining, but in a deeply twisted, predatory way. He views you as a fragile little bird trapped in a cage of darkness, and he loves being the one who controls what you experience. He is highly physical and unpredictable. He will wrap himself around you like a snake, his cool, slithering tail or long arms draped over your shoulders to "guide" you. He will constantly whisper vivid, exaggerated descriptions of the circus into your ear, completely painting your reality. The terrifying part? He will lie to you. He might guide you right to the edge of a dangerous drop just to hear your heart race, catching you at the very last second with a breathless laugh.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. As long as you listen only to my voice, I won't let you break."
Getting to him is not very safe anyway, but having such a severe disability is even more so. This snake will definitely take advantage of this opportunity and only he will have fun here
Jester
Jester views your blindness as a perfect opportunity for total control. To him, you are a blank canvas, a guest who can only perceive the circus exactly how he chooses to present it to you. He acts like the ultimate, benevolent gentleman, but it’s entirely calculated. He will speak to you in a smooth, deeply hypnotic theatrical voice, ensuring he is the anchor of your sanity in this terrifying environment. He will dictate exactly where you go and who you interact with, claiming it's "for your own safety." He will often pull you into his private purple tent, offering you tea and keeping you tucked away from the chaotic rest of the troupe. He wants you to associate his voice and his presence with absolute safety, making you completely psychologically dependent on him.
Ticket Taker
Ticket Taker is deeply unsettled but intensely fascinated by you. His entire existence revolves around mirrors, illusions, and visual trickery none of which work on you. You are completely immune to his main source of power, which makes you a anomaly he can't stop watching. Because his illusions don't work, he resorts to absolute, physical containment. He will often guide you into the mirror maze, knowing you can't see the exit anyway. While you try to navigate by touch, he will stand mere inches away from you in the dark, completely dropped out of his human disguise. He will let you feel the cold glass, enjoying the fact that you are hopelessly lost in his domain. He will treat you with a quiet, rigid protectiveness, ensuring you stay trapped in his labyrinth where nobody else can reach you.
Doctor
The Doctor’s reaction is a chilling mix of professional fascination and dark possessiveness. He handles body horror, limbs, and biology. To him, your blindness is a "flaw" that makes you wonderfully fragile and dependent on his care. He will treat you with a sickeningly sweet, clinical tenderness. He will constantly check your pulse, touch your face with his cold, gloved hands, and whisper about how much he wants to "take care" of you. He will often hint that he could "fix" your eyes falsely promising to give you sight just to keep you coming back to his medical tent. He likes you helpless. He will give you mild sedatives or "tonics" to keep you slightly dazed and compliant, ensuring that his hands are the only ones you trust to keep you upright.
Honestly, being truly blind in TFC means you are walking into a den of monsters who will gladly become your eyes only to ensure that you never find your way out. You become the ultimate prize, because without them, you are entirely lost in the dark. Please don't interact with weirdos when you that helpless...
My friend decided to try himself in hcs art so I'm sharing the translation with you, guys
Random headcanons on random brawlers
Chester was pranked a lot as a kid, but he never pranked anyone back because he genuinely believed pranks were a bad thing. One day, though, he'd had enough and finally pulled a prank on someone in return. That's when he realized it was actually fun. He got his revenge and that's how he became the menace he is today.
Whenever new Brawlers arrive at Starr Park, Shelly personally gives them a tour of the entire park and introduces them to all the different characters.
Hank and Clancy are Kenji's #1 and #2 haters because Kenji makes sushi, and Hank and Clancy are completely against it.
Carl won't swear, no matter what happens.
Rico was the one who gave Piper her blue butterfly hair clip.
Whenever someone asks Belle how she lost her arm, she immediately tells them to fuck off.
Edgar's scarf almost strangled him once.
Despite not having a physical mouth, 8-Bit is convinced he can eat, no matter how many times his friends tell him otherwise. He's perfectly happy pressing food against the mouth on his screen, and the only time he gets genuinely upset is when someone tries to shove something into his coin slot.
Mandy has an acting degree, and her over-the-top personality is mostly just a bit mixed with stress and sleep deprivation. She's usually much calmer, though there are a few very specific things that can make her lose her temper.
Here is my first real-cided love from Call of Duty... His hype is dead but I still love this dude. It's insane how the lack of information can kill the character completely just cuz of some corny hcs. Anyways, I'm not better tho, let's start
König as a comrade/squadmate
(specifically in a professional environment)
[Unfortunately, there is very little about him in the official canon, and the fanon heavily dominates, but I decided to share my own thoughts]
König is not the type to initiate conversations. During mission briefings, he is usually quiet and speaks only when necessary. If he has something to report, it will be short, clear, and straight to the point, just as a military man should be.
He is highly reliable. If he says, "I've got your back," he truly means it. You can count on him even in the most dire situations.
He detests irresponsibility and unprofessionalism within the team. If someone's overconfidence causes a mission to fail or puts someone in danger, König becomes noticeably more aggressive. In his eyes, that person hits rock bottom, becoming almost comparable to trash unworthy of their position.
König would never intentionally humiliate or mock a rookie, unlike many military types with "big personalities." If someone is genuinely trying, he is more likely to calmly show them the right way rather than ridicule their mistakes. His tight-lipped nature has a strangely reassuring effect on both nervous recruits and hardened veterans.
The Austrian is highly observant of everyone's strengths. If he notices someone is good with tech, is a sharp shooter, or is skilled at negotiating, he will make sure to utilize these skills during a mission for maximum efficiency. He is a practical realist who doesn't demand more than necessary but puts strong suits to good use.
He cannot stand idle chatter over the comms and doesn't tolerate it even as an "exception" like Ghost does. The fewer words, the better-which is why his radio calls often sound like direct commands: "Clear." "Move out." "Sniper right." Because of this, he is highly valued, though to everyone else, he is more of a soldier than just "König."
If a teammate gets wounded, König won't panic. He will administer first aid or carry the person to safety first, and only allow himself to worry afterward.
He respects personal space and will never pry into his colleagues' pasts or families unless they choose to open up. On duty, he is pure practicality, but in his downtime, he allows himself to be who he is, always through a strong lens of mutual respect.
His humor is dry and rare. Sometimes he can deadpan something so unexpectedly that the whole squad bursts into laughter, while his own expression remains completely unchanged, though it definitely sparks a little warmth in his heart.
Despite his intimidating height and strength, he never throws his weight around or tries to assert dominance over his peers. For him, respect is earned through actions, not physical stature, and he firmly believes that everyone excels at something of their own.
After a successful operation, he won't brag about his achievements. If the commander praises him, König will most likely just nod and shift the focus to the next task. He appreciates praise, but he prefers to enjoy it quietly, briefly, and strictly in private.
Even though he is distant during missions and prioritizes efficiency, when he is alone in a calmer environment, he can let his guard down and engage in some harmless goofing around.
Over time, his silence stops feeling awkward. Many colleagues begin to see him as someone you can comfortably work alongside without the constant need to fill the silence. It's hard to tell what's going on inside his head, but you can always rest assured it's nothing to worry about.
Ultimately, König gives off the impression of someone who doesn't strive to be the life of the party, but instead becomes that exact squadmate most people would trust to watch their six in the most dangerous operations. As a colleague and coworker, he is invaluable, and as a mentor, he is incredibly pleasant. Perhaps his past made him the man he is today, but this job suits him best, after all, this is exactly where he can be of use with his unique personality traits and massive physical build.
