Riley

☆18+☆25☆♡Arrydian♡Kris♡Cam♡☆He/It/Vamp☆ pfp: @krispy-business

[lovesickvamp]

They call it the Breaker Box because they're about to break my box

[livingforshadow]

BRO THE TABER JUST WHISPERED "are you lost babygirl" TO ME IN THE GAME 😭😭😭 SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME BUT IT WAS FUNNY AF

[hexcii]

Blorbo torture was asked of me and I have delivered

Also some FBD stuff. Happy spooky month

[sealemoons]

sighhh if only they were real

[rattetytat]

[whispering-bolt]

They’re such a cutie patooties that they made my cramps go away (˶◜ᵕ◝˶)💕

[emfaeri]

Random Headcanons #2

It's me, ya girl, back at it again with more random headcanons.

This time I'll indulge a slight sprinkle of the angsty side in me, and a garnish of some crackcanons!

So far I've got (and I'm not even joking, shout-out to my notes app for being my accomplice) 70 topics I want to write about ranging from headcanons, drabbles, and one shots. Writer's block who? We don't associate with her. I say for now.

Tags: SFW, brief mentions of reader with traumas/issues with touch, PTSD mentions, Jester shouldering everything, a caring Harlequin??

The Freak Circus is an 18+ Visual novel Themes include but are not limited to: dark elements, strong language, sensitive graphic content. My works can depict similar themes and are not intended for minors.

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Pierrot

Knows multiple versions of sign language, including the other members of the troupe! Ever since his incident that caused his ban on public speaking it's his main form of communication in front of prying eyes. The other members vary fluency in sign language, but Harlequin is surprisingly just as versed as Pierrot. It makes his day when he runs into someone who can also sign back to him and if you know sign? He's not able to comprehend how but he falls more in love with you. Often defaulting to sign until he misses your voice too much.

He's an excellent singer but often loses control of his power. He'll reluctantly sing if you ask him enough, this being one of the very rare things you have to pressure him on. The second he is able to tell his power is activating he'll go mute, one of his worst fears is hurting you and it's immensely careless of him to forget his capabilities. After a few talks and compromises he's more willing to hum along to songs with you, although he'd find himself too distracted by your voice to keep up.

100% will want you to give him Ted talks on your special interests, it doesn't matter what they could be, he wants you to teach him. He listens to you intently as you ramble, his eyes lighting up with your excitement as you gradually become comfortable. He finds you most attractive when you're happily explaining something you seemingly know everything about. He's the type to ask engaging questions and actually looks more into the topic on his own. You'll never feel like you're info dumping with Pierrot.

It's no surprise when you're at work Pierrot will make his way into your apartment. The first few times he enters he'll sheepishly snoop through your belongings as an attempt to learn more about you. Looking in your fridge to see what you like to eat and peering into your closet to see what you wear outside of work (shamefully sneaking a peek at any lingerie you might have only to get overwhelmed). He did his best to leave your home how he found it, although occasionally he'll do some of your chores if he sees them piling up. You never really noticed the dishes being cleaned and put away after a grueling shift, or how your laundry was magically cleaned and folded.

It's no surprise that Pierrot is gullible to a fault. If you tell him gullible is in the ceiling he will absolutely look for any signs of writing. What is a surprise is that he's only so gullible with the people he trusts. He's very empathetic when it comes to subtle tone shifts and voice fluctuations. He can always tell when something is bothering you or if you're having a bad mental day. He won't prod you unless it's clearly an ongoing issue he's noticing, but it comes from a place of concern for you. If it's trauma he wants to know about it, if it's something that happened, he wants to know about it, if it's something he did? He needs to know about it. Depending on the topic of the issue at hand, he's comforting and understanding, but if someone caused you pain, no matter how small... He can think of a few more acts for them to participate in.

Harlequin

Absolutely learned sign to mess with Pierrot, even going as far as purposefully signing wrong to confuse and irritate him. If you don't know sign he'll teach you, although I would double check the meanings.

He will absolutely not sing for you if you ask him, often redirecting the request back at you. If you pressure him enough however he'll give you a performance you would pay him to retire. Purposefully signing out of key, getting the words wrong to an infuriating degree, and then feigning ignorance when you question him. Although on rare occasions when you catch him unwinding you can hear him gently singing to himself, his actual voice serenading anyone foolish enough to wander too close, truly a siren's student. On the same note, if you have a hard time sleeping at night he's not above gently singing you a song from his childhood until you drift off, just don't comment on it in a teasing manner or he'll burn the bridge between you two.

Often has a really hard time falling asleep. His mind tends to get the better of him when he's alone with his thoughts for too long and he tends to spiral. He usually takes some medication from the Doctor to ease him into rest but occasionally he'll forget, leading to hours upon hours of tossing and turning. Self loathing, PTSD from the past, all the way to frantic delusions and what-if scenarios all haunt his mind to the point of varying breakdowns. Usually when nights get this bad he'll use his tendrils to climb up into the high beams of his tent as a comfort. The height consoling him with protection from any threats from below, as well as concealing him in the absence of any light.

Same as Pierrot, Harlequin is no stranger to the layout of your apartment. Once the coast was clear of Pierrot, he would make his way into your apartment, although for nefarious reasons. He'll raid your pantry and fridge of snacks, occasionally even leaving less than a portion left just to upset you. He'll snoop through any of your keepsakes and albums, pocketing anything damning. Your closet definitely isn't safe from his rummaging either. Making a beeline for your intimates just to see what kind of view to expect when he does manage to get you all to himself, (yes he pockets a couple pairs as "souvenirs"). Any "shoebox under the bed" toys are absolutely exposed to the light of day. Examining his competition and smirking at the blaring size difference between the silicone and the real thing. You can absolutely tell someone's been in your home, but can't tell if it's been raided by a thief or a certain green goblin, as if there was a difference.

Harlequin is a professional at reading body language. Your subconscious and him have very in depth conversations all the time. Your eyes momentarily breaking eye contact, you reaching for the hem of your shirt, the way your shoulders tense at certain noises. Because he can read your body so well he knows when he can push boundaries and when to back off. But if he notices something too familiar for his liking he'll prod you on it. "Oh? Does someone not like their shoulders touched? I wonder why that is... Are you scared of me, my dear? Or is it something deeper?" If it's something serious he feels like an absolute ass. Often trying to change the subject or opting to just leave you alone, depending on the location of the talk he might take a more gentle tone, his eyes searching for more answers from your body, his grin inverting to a concerning frown, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Jester

He often forgets that not everyone can speak the same language, especially if you become a regular visitor in the troupe. He talks to his family in his mother tongue which is technically an honor when he tries to talk to you in Portuguese. Your confused face forcing him to visibly reset and rephrase what he said in "simpler terms". Because of this get used to conversations you're not invited to, sometimes pertaining to you well within earshot. If you manage to pick this up though he'll change your name into another petname, occasionally changing it up to keep you guessing.

If you do know Portuguese though, he'll accidentally let a genuine grin slip. It's thrilling to have a conversation with someone when the general population can't understand it. However, if he needs to talk about you with another member of the troupe in front of you he'll change the language to something completely different almost instantaneously. He and the troupe have been nearly around the world and have learned a plethora of languages to accommodate this, he will find one you're unfamiliar with to gossip about you with.

I think I mentioned it before but Jester is definitely the spokesperson for the circus. He handles any and all business dealing often bringing Bil along for any contract negotiations. The one thing he refuses to show you is any dealings with fellow monsters. Monster kind often poorly mimics the civility of business dealings and can often lead to unsightly skirmishes if tensions get too high. Jester learned how to use his silver tongue to gain the upper hand in situations like these, a challenging skill he built over the years of "coexisting" with humans.

Jester tends to perform routine checks on all of the fools throughout the day. Gauging their usefulness and "enthusiasm" and changing them out as needed. Some remain in the circus's employment for longer than expected, others either break free from their "contracts" or develop health issues. Humans are both annoyingly strong and pitifully weak. He equates this task to a filthy chore that must be done and is his responsibility alone.

He's routinely the last to retire for the night and he prefers it this way. Before his final walk around the grounds with Bil he always makes an effort to check in with the rest of his family. Always asking if there were any problems with their performances, any additions they would like to add, any complaints to air out, the regular debriefing anyone would expect from a leader. Depending on the answers of the troupe, he'll press into more personal matters. Pierrot's obsession with you, Harlequin's noticeable disappearances, Doctor's struggle for understanding humans. As much as he hates it, he does identify as a strong pillar of the circus. The troupe's survival ultimately relies on his ability to decide how to interact with humans. His nights are long primarily due to his constant game of chess with humanity, one that he would fight until his last breath to win.

Ticket Taker

Prefers to work on book balancing with someone nearby, whether that be other troupe members or going to a cafe to work. The background noise of everyday life keeps the unpleasant static of worry at bay. Even if he's alone late at night accounting he turns on a radio not caring what station it's on, often just leaving it on all night to help him rest without the past creeping up on him.

Often hums as a form of self soothing if there's not adequate background noise. He defaults to classical music or oldies that played on the radio once upon a time. On rare occasions if you're lucky, he'll hum uncharacteristic pop songs, claiming they're too catchy.

Will routinely traverse every town, silently observing routines as well as traditions of the townsfolk around. Making mental notes of any shops of interest or potential business partnerships. If an outing takes longer than expected he always makes sure to get the troupe a treat, whether it be food from a local restaurant, treats from a convenient store, or even a few coffee orders from a certain cafe.

Always keeps his mind/hands busy. If he's taking a break at his desk he's known to fold intricate origami, often able to make complex interactive pieces. If taking a mental break from checking in guests or in between his mirror shows you can often find him with themed crossword puzzles and even sudoku books. Constantly filling book upon book over the course of his downtime.

Him and Jester both are the primary ones to walk around the perimeter of the circus assuring security and integrity of the grounds. Often using this as an end of the day summary and a way to make preparations for the following days ahead, making mental lists of needs and possible new attractions. Sometimes these nights lead to a well needed venting session between the two of them, sometimes consoling each other about possible worries or ugly reminders of the past. These are the most sacred times of the day for the two of them, the day just isn't complete without this routine walk on the grounds.

Doctor

Since he canonically sleeps the least among the troupe, I can definitely see him taking advantage of the midnight hours. His frame and general appearance often make it difficult to explore the town efficiently without causing a scene. Donning casual clothes he wanders around the town, taking notes of anything intriguing to him, mostly the stray animal population. He has a fascination with cats and often will take scraps of subjects meat with him to bribe them closer. He's content with just observing them, diagraming their anatomy, annotating their behaviors, and hypothesizing their origins/routines. Though, he hasn't gotten lucky enough to receive any headbutts.

Absolutely can death metal scream, despite the peace of mind of Jester. Whenever a really bad yawn takes hold he'll let a gutteral metal scream rip for as long as the yawn has him hostage. Other times he'll use it as a way to clear a path through the circus if his towering height doesn't do it already. Will be absolutely thrilled to teach you how to scream, oh and I guess learn how to metal scream.

He's very blunt when it comes to sensitive topics. He just doesn't see any point in beating around bushes when he can just ask for a straightforward answer. This means he has no issue with asking sensitive questions seemingly out of left field. "You seem bloated. When was your last bowel movement." Or "You tend to flinch when I reach for your left side, why is that? Was it a previous experience?" This makes any kind of privacy about your life rare, although he knows when to stop his questioning if you get too uncomfortable. Especially relating to any topics relating to abuse or assault. He takes a surprisingly gentle approach to such themes. "You can tell me when you're ready, I won't prod at something that you refuse to share on your own. I will find out one way or another though, that is a promise, my sweetie."

Often will send TT with a list of lab equipment to keep an eye out for on his shopping trips. Anywhere from griffin beakers, Erlenmeyer flasks, and even a 316L Stainless Steel Reactor, which obviously was unobtainable. He was great at improvising and engineering his own complex equipment but the ease of simplification with expensive equipment was a nice pipe dream of his.

It's no surprise that he's the circus' muscles, he takes a bit of pride in it after all. This means that he has to work out in order to maintain that fearsome aura. In his free time in between experiments you can find him training his muscles as well as his mind. His extensive knowledge on muscle groups and nutrition can technically classify him as a gym rat. Although he'd never give you unsolicited gym advice, but unsolicited biological/scientific advice? That's as easy as breathing.

[emfaeri]

Your hair... Can I?

I feel like carding my fingers through their hair would fix something in me.

Tags: SFW, Gender Neutral Reader, usual Harlequin flirts, brief mentions of blood (exceptionally brief) in Doctor's drabble.

The Freak Circus is an 18+ Visual novel Themes include but are not limited to: dark elements, strong language, sensitive graphic content. My works can depict similar themes and are not intended for minors.

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Pierrot

You were on your way to work when you heard the unmistakable sound of your red clown's bells. He was passing out flyers as usual, his smile flashing as a potential visitor took a pamphlet. As you got closer he locked eyes with you his smile changing to something more warm and genuine. Your heart fluttered at the subtle subconscious gesture but was short lived as a gust of wind blew through.

A few rogue flyers escaped his grasp, his bells jingling as he frantically tried to catch them without shredding them. His eyes torn between trying to reclaim the papers and giving you the attention he felt you deserved, an embarrassed hue painting his mask. He bowed his frame down when you approached him, as he always does.

"M-my darling-" he sputtered before catching himself speaking. His hands were firmly on his flyers but you could tell he was having an internal struggle on giving you attention or risking slacking off.

You couldn't help but let out a little chuckle at his bashfulness. "It's awfully windy today huh, Pierrot?"

As if on que, another smaller gust blew through, this time though he was prepared, the papers only rustling in his grasp. He silently cursed the hair that danced in front of his view of you, but before he could correct it's delinquency he felt your hand gently coax it back in place. His eyes frantically flicking between your gentle touch and your face as his blush deepened. His hair was thin but silky, well taken care of and mostly free of tangles. You gently worked your way down the strand gently detangling anything that formed from the ruthlessness of the wind. Realizing you couldn't exactly tuck it behind an ear you opted to just twirl it gently before freeing it from your touch.

You had reached out him instinctively and paused once you realized what you had done.

"S-sorry, I should've asked," you started to pull away from him before he gently grabbed your wrist putting it back where you had it.

He leaned in closer to you, his lovestruck grin turning into something borderline sinful.

"You never have to ask to touch me, my dear."

His mind was struggling to focus on one thought but his desire to have you, his lover, his deity, his reason for being, continue to touch him was insurmountable. He was praying to whatever higher power existed to keep the winds of passion blowing so he could chase that high for eternity.

Harlequin

Harlequin's curls and grin have always fought for your eye's attention. Today wasn't any different.

"Well? Don't tell me you're already at a loss for words, I've barely gotten started~" he purred mere inches from your face.

He managed to corner you against a wall searching for a reaction, blocking any chance you made to squeeze around him with his arms. You honestly forgot what he even said before this because of that one curl. That one defiant curl that refuses to lay in line with the rest.

Oddly fitting for him.

"C'mon, say it. You thought of some comeback or excuse, right? Unless you're just smirking like that because you're thinking of something else we can start, my dear one," his tongue slithering out foreboding to his implication.

You reached out and tried to train that curl to lay with it's kin. His hair was thick but soft, honestly it made you want to feel more but you decided to just fix the rogue strand.

He tensed under your sudden touch, slightly pulling away from you, battling the urge to shove you to the ground in self defense. Bracing for pain like before, but choosing to still for you instead. His eyes pin pricks that paced around your face and your hand, trying to gauge your intentions as if his life depended on it.

His mind is racing a million thoughts a second. What are you doing? Why are you-? Don't touch me-

Don't-

Don't stop?

Oblivious to his internal struggle with fight or flight, you finally managed to make his rebellious curl behave. Pulling your hand away gingerly you looked back in his eyes and realized what just happened.

"I just- That one piece was bothering me. I'm sorry, I forgot what you said before, it was just really distracting," you bashfully scrambled to find the right string of words to ease the tension.

He cleared his throat and stepped away from you, the tension in his body still noticeable as he processed what happened. He exhaled the breath he didn't realize he was holding as he fluffed his bangs, effectively undoing your careful work.

"The only thing distracting is your inability to pay attention to my charming propositions," his teasing demeanor coming back as if a switch was flipped.

"I suppose I'll have to up the ante to keep your beautiful eyes on me~"

Jester

Jester took immense pride in his hair so it was a rarity when even a single piece was out of formation. But miracles and travesties do happen once in a blue moon, and tonight it was cerulean.

He was sitting at his desk reading invoices of some recent maintenance for the circus. His elegant hair draped around his neck like a priceless shroud, except for one small exploratory strand.

You're unsure on how it managed to drape over one of his horns, if you didn't know any better you'd assume he was trying something new with his hair with how seemingly perfect it lay on the smooth ridge. You checked to see how invested he was in his numbers before even attempting to make your move. His amethyst eyes burned through sheet after sheet as he sorted through them, your time was running out.

Steeling your resolve you carefully reached for it, you could feel your hands turning clammy with the thought of getting caught, but you couldn't leave it alone. Your fingers gently made contact with the satin-like strand.

"My my, we're feeling awfully bold today, aren't we."

You recoiled at his accusation, shame and embarrassment flooding your excuse filled mouth as your eyes met his. He scanned your eyes for any ulterior motives before sighing dismissively. He broke eye contact with you as he grabbed the stack of paperwork he was signing off on, holding them out to you methodically.

"Be a good pet and take these to Bil, he'll know what to do with them."

You took the stack like a freshly disciplined child, the window for offering to help straighten his hair swiftly disappearing.

"Well? Go on. If you wanted something to touch I can assure you Pierrot is more than accommodating."

Your eyes glanced back that that mocking strand, still defiantly clinging to its' expedition to your downfall. Keeping your defeat to yourself you turn to deliver the paperwork thinking of ways to get back in Jester's good graces.

Ticket Taker

A cowlick...

You never really noticed it until you watched him fix his own hair. Ticket Taker and Jester both always looked as if they were expecting the press to show up at any time, so it wasn't a rare occurrence to see him taking off his hat to fix himself up. But a cowlick? Now your interest was piqued.

He was really good at hiding it but he was struggling to fix his part this time. It didn't help he was in the open with visitors around either so it wasn't like he could use his mirror images to help and he definitely didn't trust any fools to help him effectively.

"May I, sir?" you meekly offered, your hand hesitantly offering reprieve from his struggle.

He weighed his options and decided he had spent enough time in his attempts. If you couldn't manage it he would just take a momentary break in privacy to fix it properly.

"Only for the sake of efficiency, do keep it minimal and brief, dear guest," he loosely admitted defeat as he lowered himself to you, an act of vulnerability that tugs at your heartstrings.

He offered a container of hair gel to you and you gingerly took a small amount of it between your fingers as you combed through the rowdy part. As you gently re-parted his hair you could feel him lean into your touch ever so slightly. You managed to part with his cowlick and use the gel to secure the ungovernable strand for now.

"There you go, back to your proper self," you beamed at him, clearly proud of your accomplishment.

He examined your work in his reflection and approved of it by putting his hat back on, his eyes glancing down at your hand that held the hair gel.

He reached into his breast pocket for a handkerchief and extended it out to you.

"Thank you for your assistance, dear visitor. Please, take this as a token of my appreciation. Now I can attend to my other duties."

You took the cloth as he gave you a subtle bow before walking off to another part of the circus, seemingly vanishing when your line of sight broke behind a pole.

You examined the handkerchief delicately, a beautiful Irish linen square with intricate blue and golden trim, fitted with a navy blue embroidered "B" in Giullia script in the corner.

There was no way you we're going to let this treasure out of your sight.

Doctor

You were accustomed to seeing the Doctor asleep at his desk taking 5 minute brain naps but what you weren't accustomed to was seeing his hair after an especially needed one.

He woke with a stretch and small yawn before picking up his pen and going right back to work on his notes. He was enamored with the results from his plant grafts and had to document every detail, seemingly unaware of your prescence.

It was now your turn to study him in his natural environment. You were mostly enamored with his left side of his hair, completely ruffled and standing at every direction except the one it's supposed to lay. The blood-red color seemingly darker at the root but gradually lightening up towards the ends. He didn't have as long of hair as Harlequin, but enough length to get messy bed head you now learned.

Your mind wandered to other scenarios where his hair would look disheveled. You wondered what it would look like during his experiments that required a lot of manual labor, would it's red hue be darkened even more by his subjects fluids? Or perhaps after a shower, how much water retention does his hair hold? Does he towel dry it thoroughly? Or is he the type to just get out of the shower soaking wet and-

You're brought back to reality with a turn of his page as he slightly readjusts his posture, completely enthralled with his studies. You try to advert your gaze back to his hair mentally blocking those wandering thoughts from manning your prefrontal cortex for now.

"What is it, sweetie?" his grogginess evident in the first syllable.

"Your hair... Can I fix it?" your body speaks for you before your brain can come up with a more subtle approach. You're internal civilized dialogue fighting with your impulsive primitive mindset.

He gives you a seemingly approving grunt as he continues his steady writing.

You delicately touch the part that looks the most egregious, slowly easing into combing his hair flush with his head, being mindful of his mask. By some cruel force of nature you fix it seemingly instantly but you don't want this moment to end. You find yourself gently running your hand against the grain of his hair, purposefully disturbing it just so you can fix it again. You end up getting to infatuated with his downy-like hair that you lose track of time.

Until he moves to the other side of his notebook. You pull away from him and he lets out a groan of annoyance. He drops his pen in between the crevice of his notebook before standing up and stretching. His form towering over you unintentionally.

"S-sorry, you just have very nice hair." You back away as to give him his personal space, feeling like you were intruding too much.

"It's alright, I just have to go verify some information regarding subject 49." He grumbles out before walking off towards his makeshift greenhouse.

Curiosity gets the better of you as you glance down at his notes. His penmanship is phenomenally neat and stylized. You skim through it with ease.

Subject 49 is a splice between the normal genus of nerium oleander and my modified genus of plumeria are taking off surprisingly well. I was concerned about the angle of which the propagation was implemented at, but the plant defied my expectations. The plant is taking the newer fertilizer with excitable.. Excitable. Average heart rate 54.. Excitable rate rough average of 66.. Subject's rate slightly decreased as time progressed. Contentment? Affectionate. Calming. Sweetie..

You no longer think that groan was of annoyance.

[emfaeri]

A Lapse in Better Judgement

Come get your dinner Ticket Taker lovers!!!

Just a small idea I had while I was showering, indulge in my delusions~

Tags: SFWish, mild voyeurism, Ticket Taker still remains a gentleman

The Freak Circus is an 18+ Visual novel Themes include but are not limited to: dark elements, strong language, sensitive graphic content. My works can depict similar themes and are not intended for minors.

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Ticket Taker

You were a frustrating distraction.

He was trying to read the same invoice for over five minutes now, constantly finding himself rereading the same lines over and over again. His mind disobeying the work before him, instead choosing to wonder about what you could be doing.

He leaned back in his chair exhaling deeply, his hand roughly reprimanding the bridge of his nose. Why was a human of all things the constant subject of his thoughts? He has a mountain of work to organize, books to balance, work orders to prioritize, and he still has to make his rounds to the troupe's tents. He pulls out a pocket mirror from his breast pocket, hesitantly opening it.

Letting out a groan from how low he's about to stoop, he peers through his mirror into the closest reflection to your proximity, but something was off.

He squinted through the tarnished vision only to realize it was.. steam?

He closed his mirror to compose himself before letting his impulses get the best of him, thanking whatever being granted him the powers of one-way glass. Opening up the mirror again and focusing in he could definitely tell he was in your bathroom mirror, and you were definitely in the shower.

He glanced around your bathroom, taking notice of any decorations on your walls, brands of self care items, the color of your toothbrush, and even what music you were listening to. He could feel the stress of the day gradually fading away with every (sometimes off-key) note. Quite the little songbird you were.

Then the water shut off, your voice still unknowingly serenading him. Luckily for him you reached out to grab your towel and dried off in the concealed domain of your shower. His breath nearly catching in his chest as you stepped out, glancing at your mirror suddenly.

He knew you couldn't see him, there's no being that could be able to tell when his eyes were on them, and yet it felt like your eyes were staring right into his.

He released his breath and set his pocket mirror to the side, opting to just eavesdrop on your music selection. He resumed his work using your routine noise of you getting ready as an ambient melody. He would occasionally steal glances at you, admiring the progress you would make. Bil was a gentleman of course, so he would preemptively tilt the mirror away to give you some privacy you didn't realize was even being violated.

After some time you shut off your music causing him to immediately glance over. Just in time for him to catch a passing glance you gave as you left the bathroom.

"Peeping Tom," was written in reverse in the humid screen, accompanied with a charming heart.

How mannerless of him to fall for his impulses.

[feral-soup-lives]

The doctor-cast-strap pegging concept you wrote was brilliant, my mind is running wild

Consider this (not sure which of the troupe would be involved but the idea is not leaving my head, feel free to ignore this-):

You use a cast-strap of one of the troupe's dick on another one of the members. They think it's a normal strap until it's inside them and they ~recognise the shape~

Cue old memories/fantasies getting reawoken in the middle of dicking them down

YES OMG YES

I’d imagine Harlequin and Jester would be the most likely to slide a copy of their dicks into your ✨colorful✨ collection of toys. So imagine Pierrot’s surprise when you slowly sink into him and suddenly it’s not your voice he hears.

“Fuck, you’re tight… I’d ask if you’ve done this before but I already know the answer. Poor sweet innocent Pierrot~”

“Hah~ if I’d known you’d be such a little cock slut I would have done this years ago~”

The memory of that one time comes crashing back to him. It was shameful, but he couldn’t stop himself as he begs you to go harder. Faster. To say his name a little slower, to savor each syllable just like someone else tends to do. He pretends the filth from your mouth is spoken by Harlequin instead. Pretends that it’s his rival who’s breeding his ass. His sworn nemesis that’s fucking sweet moans and desperate pleas from his lips. You wouldn’t catch on, not until Pierrot calls his name as he cums, shaking, overstimulated, and oh so satisfied.

You’d talk about it afterwards, and perhaps even agree to try out bring a certain menace to your shared bed.

Alternatively-

It’s not often that Ticket Taker requests your assistance when he wants to… unwind. Hell, it’s rare enough that he allows himself a moment to relax- but you’ve proven trustworthy. You’ve shown that you can be discreet. A quality he admires in his pets. He calls you to his tent, watching you expertly make your way through the mirror maze and into the sanctuary of his office. He steps out of the mirror to meet you, tilting his hat slightly toward you in greeting before getting down to buisness. He has you strip before him and fasten the harness of your strap as he watches, almost bored, until he notices your toy of choice.

He’s seen that cock before. Living with the troupe for so many years you see more of your companions than decency would allow.

And in those years it’s only natural to grow infatuated with your savior. Did you know that the glowing sparkling dildo attached to your hips belonged to Jester? Had you asked him to make you a model of it, or was it a gift? Were you two truly so close that he entrusted his anatomy to you over him?

It was a slap to the face.

All these years of him showing his devotion, his loyalty, his love- and those affections are turned to another. It enraged him- but fine. If this was the game Jester wanted to play, then play it they shall.

Ticket Taker orders you to take him from behind, to bend him over his desk and ruin the various paperwork scattered around it. He orders you to be ruthless, to destroy his work, to destroy his body. It kills him to let a human touch him this way, but when he sees the outcome it’ll be worth it. He wants him to see the way he can barely walk as he shows you out of the circus afterwards. He wants him to watch the way his toy is allowed to wreak the always put-together man. He wants Jester to storm into his office and smell the stench of sweat and sex and to see the aftermath.

Maybe then he will see how much he needs him.

Maybe then he can love him too.

[gronknuts]

rocky hunting grace while hes working like heh. going to pull big prank on grace. stupid human hearing so bad very bad and only 'see' with light-sense organ in one direction at a time. eridian best hunter on all erid, evolved best hunting veeeery quiet. scare grace a lot. very funny.

rocky is HORRIFIED mid stalk when grace suddenly stiffens and turns around to stare directly at him. HOW GRACE DO THAT HOW GRACE KNOW HOW GRACE KNOW

[vikitorrrr]

Them going on a lil sidequest

[ceruleanheaven]

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

[shamebats]

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

[augustthestarclown]

Personal tfc fanfic

This isn't canon to the timeline just something cute.

It was around 1 am. The Doctor was finally convinced by [REDACTED] to watch all of IT. Of course he had to get a trade though. I mean 7 hours with no experimentation? Giving out free medicine was one thing, at least that could be an experiment but sitting down doing nothing for 7 hours? 7 hours without experimenting was equivalent to a death sentence for this monster but he did it, for some reason. Which of course made them happy.

In exchange for doing this marathon with them, they gave the doctor seedlings of different poisonous flowers like foxglove, their baby teeth and a small bottle of pure urushoil.

Doctor was sitting on the floor, crisscrossed as he watched the movie on the tv. The human layed on his lap as they watched, using his thigh as a pillow. The Doctor notices that they were struggling to keep their eyes open, closing for a long few seconds before opening again.

"Sweetie?"

"Hm?"

"If you need to sleep then sleep."

"Hm I'm not sleepy just, engrossed."

"The settlement still stands, sweetie."

They nod slightly as they continue to watch the movie. As Doctor continues to watch, he notices they had actually fell asleep. He giggles as he adjusts them to lay on the floor so they can sleep more comfortable and won't hurt their back. Before getting up and getting the seedlings to start taking care of them as he listens to the movie.

When the movie is finished he turns the TV and lights off before moving the human to lay on the couch. Covering them in a blanket before moving to their kitchen to make coffee for himself.

[t00thpasteface]

just some guys doing a bit from mash, in some nonspecific region of space, resolving some nonspecific space-related crisis

[pineappical]

cuteness aggression

[lifes-pinata]

Grace: *Retroactively freaking out about Doing A Misogyny™*

Rocky: Me and the bestie!!! :)