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★ HE/HIM | 19 ❃ when she yume on my ship till i hit repost

[freakcircusofhorrors]

@aswwtteatime: To Doctor: are you scared of apples? :>

I don't think I understand the meaning to the question, sweetie. I am not intimidated by any particular fruit.

@will-of-the-wisps: To Everyone: Do you have any allergies (such as medication, food, environments, etc.) that we should be aware of for your safety? Doctor might be more adept to answer this question.

I don't think discussing my patients would be appropriate. Though, if you're curious about me, I can tell you I dislike peaches. They make me itch.

@feral-soup-lives: To Doctor: what is the most beautiful sight you've ever laid eyes on?

Baby rabbits being born. They're adorable. Tiny little things, all white and covered in blood and amniotic fluid. Beautiful.

@artsy-little-mushroom: I have a question for the Doctor As someone who works as an autopsy tech when I am not doing my art, would that be a job you'd be interested in? When someone is found dead they immediately get brought to us IMMEDIATELY after they are found dead, so we work on everything from someone who died 30 min ago to someone who was just found but died months ago. We usually dissect the individual to extract almost organs including the brain

Wait, that's what it's called? Hm... I may have some experience with that. Though I'm still not entirely sure whether the organs go in the refrigerator as well… ah. Forget I said that, sweetie.

@craykaycee: Hello~ oh what fun! Happy anniversary!! Hmmm to Doctor: I'm studying the arts and have trouble depicting anatomy and muscle groups, would you be available to lend a hand to help with my studies?

Once you've opened enough bodies, finding each muscle becomes second nature. They're all exactly where they're supposed to be. I could point them out for you sometime, sweetie.

@unabashedmongerfrienddean...(the rest of the username cut-off): To the Doctor: Based on your observations, why do you think Harlequin goes through the trouble of angering Pierrot? Is it for attention? Or something else? I can't imagine he enjoys being stabbed so much.

Harlequin's judgment becomes unreliable under certain conditions, but It would be inaccurate to describe the behavior as attention-seeking.

@ilsu-yeet-death: To Doctor: do you keep a record on your crew's medical details? Is it difficult to care for everyone when I assume you don't have much overlap with human physiology, or does data on other animal classes make up for that?

Let's just say I maintain rather extensive records, sweetie. However, your assumption is incorrect. I am thoroughly familiar with both human and animal physiology. I've spent many years studying each.

@k4fz1el: To Doctor: Oioi Doutor, eu tenho uma perguntinha pra você!~ Since you're the one who takes care of your family when they're sick or injured, what would happen if you were too unwell to not be able to take care of yourself? Would any of them have enough knowledge to help you?

Notálgico , ouvir esse idioma sweetie. Everyone knows how to handle most situations by now. I've also left detailed notes regarding certain specialized procedures, should they require guidance.

@dismal-angel909: To doctor: Im really into psychology! Its a very fascinating thing, do you think that if you learned how to use it maybe you could give more care (or fear) into your patients? It is a double edged sword if one learned the tricks to the mind!

Psychology is a vast and remarkably complex field. That said, I believe I'm generally capable of communicating the appropriate message to my patients, even without formal expertise in it.

@asewine: To Doctor: I've noticed there are many...dolls? puppets? in your tent--hanging from the ceiling, lying on the floor, everywhere. I happen to be interested in this kind of thing. Could you tell me more about them? Do you have any favorite ones?

Fascinating things, aren't they? I wouldn't say I have a favorite, however. If you'd like to learn more about them, you'll have to visit my tent another day, sweetie.

[optimusxwbu]

sfw optimus x reader drabble — stress relief

Optimus splays his servo through the roots of your hair, cupping the back of your head as you rest your cheek on his chassis. You’re sat on his lap on the Captain’s chair whilst he scrolls through reports with his other servo.

The gentle ‘Bot starts to tenderly scratch the back of your head, getting into a soothing rhythm. You sigh against him, looking off to the side of the chair with a vacant look in your eyes.

His work is important, you understand that. He makes as much time as he can for you, but sometimes he has to multitask when you need him at a particularly busy time.

You’re mollified by the soft purring of his engine, the slight vibration on your cheek pairing with it. You can hear him tapping away on his datapad with the one servo, but he is still occasionally looking down at you. Your soft hair spills over his digits, and he gets the occasional waft of your shampoo through his sensors. It’s a calming scent to him. Little do you know, but you pacify him in his hardest moments just as much as he does for you.

Sometimes all you need is to be close to him, and he makes it feel like everything is just fine. There are no worries, no stresses, no anxieties. It’s just you and him in this barren bridge, your only company being the low hum of the ship.

“I love you, Locket,” he says, prattling your nickname off easily. He’s a mighty leader, and definitely has a way with words, but in times like this he finds holding you to be the better option. It can be hard for him to know the right thing to say to you, but at least some physical affection never seems to fail.

“I love you too, Optimus,” you mumble back. It feels nice to have your head scratched like this, encompassed by the very servo that has gone to unimaginable lengths to keep you safe and happy.

He locks his datapad, placing it down on the armrest before wrapping his arm around you. He ceases his scratches, instead just holding you as he places his chin on the top of your head.

“I’ve got you,” he says softly.

“I know you do.”

tired of feeling negative with all the anon shit going on atm so made this as a cope piece LOL ouuugghhhh how optimus rly would make everything better!!

[destinysquared]

Hi Destiny! I hope you’re doing well!

I know Neko said Doctor would be the least kinky one out of the troupe, but what kinks do you think he would have?

(If you answered this before feel free to delete this message! I hope you have a good day! <3)

Ah interesting!

It's funny how some people have assumed, by that kink list, that just because Doctor and TT are the lowest, thus it means they're quite vanilla. i do want to assure ALL of you, that those two are PLENTY kinky! The list is just meant for the kinkiest in the CIRCUS--not in general!

So, what would Doctor's kinks be?

I honestly don't know for sure, but let's guess:

---I think he'd love having his dick between your thighs. It's a constant worry for him, the size of his sex, so this is a good alternative that makes him less worried--rubbing one out between your soft thighs~ he does like the friction.

---I feel like he'd enjoy roleplay, especially if it's not too far off from reality. For instance, if you do help him out with experiments you can easily, for him, be a 'sexy nurse' and it wouldn't be too far fetched from the truth. It would be harder for him to use his imagination like if you two were pirate captains or whatever---so something that's easy for him to understand is best. And you WILL be his cute little nurse~

---Music during sex~ especially metal would be awesome. He might even coordinate his hips to the movements of the music~

---If you want to go darker, I can see him using his 'tools' on you, consensually. This isn't something I prefer to write so you'll have to use your imagination here.

---He loves bondage, but at this point I think all the circus members do LMAO.

---He'll even be open to his arms tied up as you go down on him, helpless to do anything---he prefers at times if YOU'RE in charge as his great strength might be too much for you. So, it's best to go at YOUR pace. However, if you tease him long enough, he will break free of his bonds and make sure to add your 'cheekiness' to his notes about you, before fucking you on his table.

[pearlescentparade]

Banhammer fluff headcannons..? Pleaseeee

♎️banhammer fluff headcanons 💝💞

headcanon count: 15 ; wc: 1100 words tw/cw: none

banhammer likes to flaunt his strength. it's what loudly sets him apart from the mortals, drives open that gap even wider. he leans into it. yet, with you, he couldn't be any more harmless. much hair ruffling, forehead flicking, and picking you up by the back of your shirt from him, all while his hearty laughter beats against your eardrums. he'll make excuses too, saying he'd be rougher but he wouldn't wanna totally decimate you. he's only using 1% of his true strength!

enjoys laying all of his weight on you and pretending you're a very talkative, very cranky pillow. almost always results in cuddles

"banhammer."

"huh? could've sworn i heard my name, but nobody's here.. oh well. nap time."

"BANHAMMER."

"oh wow, i didn't know they made pillows that could punch back. hahaha!"

he swears up and down that he doesn't need to dress up and 'look good', he always looks great! but it'll be 10 minutes before your reservation at that nice restaurant, and he'll ask you for the 80th time in two minutes if you really, truly think his suit and hair looks presentable

it's almost like he lacks the ability to feel embarrassment, which is great when someone does you dirty and he doesn't hesitate to step in and give them more than just a piece of his mind.. but awful when he's making a scene over your order coming out wrong

HUGE show off. before he does something, he'll yell out "this one's for you and momma!" and it doesn't matter if he succeeds or fails, the embarrassment will get you either way. he just wants to remind you of how cool your partner is!

has never dated anyone before, so lots of "dating basics" like getting flowers or holding doors open are new to him. but if you tell him, you can bet that he'll do it more often, and he'll eat up your surprise every time. though, maybe a little excessively. he's got the right spirit and you don't have the heart to tell him to maybe chill with the bouquets. because as beautiful and thoughtful as they are, your room is a damn greenhouse now

windforce hears too much about you. even before you and banhammer started dating, he'd rant to her at any given moment about this particular mortal that just wouldn't leave him be and she thought it only a matter of time before you two got more.. involved with one another, despite banhammer's avid insistence that it wasn't the case. cue him bringing you home and the first thing windforce says is "i told you." though, it eases her heart seeing you by his side, knowing he's got someone who'll take care of him. she definitely gives him pointers on what to give you as a gift, though she's not too familiar with the tastes of mortals so they may be a bit unconventional

lots of golf dates! for every hole in one he makes, you gotta give him a reward. praise, dinner, 20 minutes of cuddling when you get home, you name it. and while he usually likes to take this time to show off his own skills, you're more than free to get off the sidelines and make it a competition. he'll be overjoyed that you're playing with him, even if you know you'll always lose. it makes him feel funny, seeing somebody actively want to connect with him

loves metal bands, but never has the time to attend or even constantly click refresh on those sites to buy the tickets (why don't they give it to him for free?). if you have the time to go to one, you can always record it for him and show it to him later. even though he insists that he doesn't want to watch it, else he'll get upset he wasn't there, he can't seem to tear his eyes away nor stop his head from nodding to the song. though if you picked up any merch there, he'd gladly take it off of your hands

at least one butterfly perches on his nose or horns whenever you two are out, and it makes him grumbly since they refuse to get off on their own, no matter how much he tries to wave them off. only when you outstretch a finger for them to climb to do they finally leave him and gently flutter away

one of his most prized possessions is a 'kiss the cook' apron you had given him for his spawnday once, and he always wears it on the occasions that he's grilling something up. yet despite that, he gets a little embarrassed about actually receiving any kisses. until he gets used to it, small pecks and blown kisses are the extent

affection and vulnerability in general is something that does not come easy to him, not at first at least. it's silly, he thinks, the tyrant of banlands being all smoochy and loveydovey? but as your presence becomes something normal and common and so integrated into his life, he warms up to it bit by bit. there's less hesitance in his hand when he reaches for yours, more laying and leaning on one another, and you find yourself waking up with a suffocating yet welcome warmth pressed deep to your back and wrapped tightly around your stomach more often. he always thought he just wasn't a fan, that he wasn't built in that way, and that he was okay with that. yet it came so naturally with time and with you. and it's so strange, because you hold him just like momma. mortal losers are so weird.

his petname for you is "shorty", it's not too sappy but it's just the right amount of affectionate while still keeping that teasing tone. banhammer minimizes everyone, they're smaller and easier to step on. he makes you feel smaller in the sense that he'd like to carry you around in his pocket

he never forgets to bring the lunch you make him to work, and that brown paper bag is the first thing he checks for before he sets out. and you better not forget the note, because that's his favorite part. you can bet he'll read what you wrote over and over to himself at his desk, chuckling as he imagines you saying it. sometimes he'll even brag about it to his subordinates or inmates, obnoxiously flexing all the things you packed. his subordinates could care less but they don't stop him since nobody wants to dampen his good mood, and the inmates.. don't exactly have a choice

parade postscript: this was so much easier than the winged magical staff headcanons....

banhammer is a very interesting character, and for some reason its so fun to think about him in particular... especially in more fluffier romantic settings i imagine he's not an expert in it, and i think its funny since he's so prideful and always making excuses for his shortcomings

[howlingmod]

Warm

summary - katana x reader. reader is described to have a broken horn and it's implied to have been some sort of big deal but it's not super detailed

wc - i dunno again. woops

misc - heretic katana ily ... also sorry for any mistakes i love writing tired on a whim. smiles

It was late. The sky had long since turned pitch as the rain continued to pour on and on. Crossroads had fallen quiet for the night, rain driving passerby indoors and locking them inside for the evening. The silence was broken only by the constant pittering of the rain, tapping on the window sill and running down the sides of your apartment building.

Katana couldn't complain. While he stayed at your place rather frequently, he had yet to adjust to the louder bands of night owls that often roamed at this time. It'd keep him up, picking up the faint noise of conversation and movement. It'd keep you up, if only because of his stiffness. The hustle and bustle of the city had long become white noise to you, leaving tonight with a strange absence the rain couldn't fill.

That was probably why the both of you were still awake at this point, even if only partially so. Your body felt heavy, lead weights accumulating in your limbs to keep you firmly planted as you were. You didn't have a huge bed, but you two were still far closer than you needed to be, tangled together and facing one another.

A hand trailed from your arm up to your face, warmth bleeding into your skin before slowly ebbing back out. From there, it travelled further upwards to the base of a horn, left fractured and badly cauterized.

After an injury, horns can eventually grow back, so long as the trauma hasn't completely destroyed the tissue. By all means, you should've been able to grow yours back, but not everything turns out as it should. There had been too much blood loss, too much sensitive tissue and nerve endings left exposed that was sure to get infected in the mess. If your horn was to get infected in such a vulnerable state, you likely wouldn't be here. And so, as opposed to the fine, smooth edges you once had, there was now a mess of shards and sinew firmly covered by synthetic material affixed to the remaining pieces.

Nerve endings had been burned off, but even the faintest touch still resonated deep in the hollows and grooves of your horn. Ordinarily, you would flinch back, grab at your horn until you could numb it again with enough stimulation, but instead you laid still. You couldn't see his and moving, but you could feel him exploring the cracks left over.

You could feel the featherlight touch of a fingertip tracing the spidery splinters in the surface till they faded back into the thick of the material. You could feel it roll back up to the division of synthetic material and your own- if his touch hadn't been careful before, it was near paranoid now, just barely grazing the surface for fear of hurting you. After following the groove all around the reachable exterior, it fell back down to tracing along the length of it, long cracks and imaginary shapes alike.

You could barely make out the glint of light on his eyes and exposed teeth. You could just barely find the roughened skin and dense gums, could just see the edges of where once smooth skin had been ripped open to leave his insides bare. Your hand was too heavy to move, too heavy to even think about moving it, so you settled for tracing along the edges with your eyes.

He didn't like his face, that much had been made clear to you. To him, it was a reminder of awful times, of pain and torture he would never forget, mentally or physically. To you, it was his face. It was all you had ever known him to look like. The only Katana you knew was the scarred one, the one with leathery skin and bad memories. Likewise, he had never seen your original set of horns, perched proudly on the top of your head like a crown, he only knew the asymmetrical ones, one ripped apart while the other stayed as a reminder of what they were supposed to be.

You had been hesitant to ever let him get close to it, turning your head away to hide it whenever he even so much as glanced at it. With time, with bearing his own scars to you, you'd grown more comfortable with it. He still remembers the day you first touched the lip of your shorter horn to one of his, how neither of you had said anything. Neither of you felt the need to, the message had already been given.

"I love you."

Your throat felt dry, had you really said that? You figured you must have, if only beause he had smiled, skin pulling alongside his lips at your words.

"I love you too."

[y2karium]

reader falls asleep on phighters' shoulder... I dont know which character so you should pick (or do all of them whatever you feel up to)

Counting Sheep... So Sleepy....

Internet Findings: I'm in the mood for some fun, we'll do all why not. This'll be headcanons-ish for them though, hope you're alright with that anon because it's only three for each [END SEARCH]

Melee

Sword

🗡 - Sword only meant to sit down for a second after a rigorous training session, you watching him with rapt attention that oozed adoration from each move he expertly followed through. It reminded you of ballet in a way, how each twist he did was graceful and elegant... Almost elegant anyway, he did trip a few times which prompted you to ask if he was fine.

🗡 - When he finally sat down, you leaned against him after a few minutes of chatting, him getting lost in some of the precise techniques he's been trying to master while his hands try and map them out for you. "Get this! Venomshank didn't even tell me about that one- I just thought of it myself, wanted you to be the first to see..." Sword trailer off after a while.

🗡 - You'd think it'd take him a while to notice you passed out on his shoulder, but he actually doesn't. He gives you a kiss to your forehead though, and nestles a bit closer to you for his own resting period. Unfortunately though, he has also realized that he's gonna need to get up soon, so hopefully you're almost done with your nap!

Skateboard

🛹 - Oh Skateboard, if he isn't going what feels like fifty miles and hour and doing tricks that could count as literal dangers. Kinda a menace, but it's fineeeeee it's all gooodddd. Every once and a while you join in on his havoc spree by skateboarding along with him down Craterdust Capital, or the less densely populated parts of Crossroads.

🛹 - It was only after a long ride with the guy did you start to feel a bit more winded then usual, your eyes fluttering a bit as you called out to him to take a small break so you could catch your breath and maybe grab a bite. Skateboard wasn't really one to deny that (especially if it meant a more playful date with you to grab some food), so he agreed pretty quickly.

🛹 - It felt almost picturesque how you slumped on Skateboard's shoulder, the sun setting just so as he took a swig of his drink. It wss something sugary, but it was more so a dull sensation to his already overactive nerves off of you leaning against him. He didn't know if he should wake you up? Let you rest? He'll wake you in five minutes was his eventual answer, but for right now he was letting the moment crystallize and form into something he'd never forget no matter what.

Katana

♦️ - Katana can be... Still. Very still, and while he sees it as a virtue of his to let the time pass until it's right to strike, others see it more so as a small hassle to navigate around. He can be persistent, what can I say? That's why he loves you all the more that you appreciate his way of words, and all of his more reserved nature, bit I'm getting off topic here.

♦️ - Katana was doing some thinking of what he wishes to do late one night, his mind wandering through the possibilities of the future he so desperately wishes to grasp at and hold into his clawed hands, before the Church always found its way into his life. It was only when you plopped down besides him that he snapped out if it, and exchanged a few words that were lost in the air.

♦️ - When you fell asleep from the comforting quiet, Katana got more stiff with his posture. He didn't move that much beforehand with this sort of tranquility that seemed to wash over him, but now he made sure you could sleep soundly while he stayed up just a bit longer. It's funny, but you seem to let his thoughts refocus into the here and now, and how he can cherish and protect you in this moment no matter what comes between you both.

Ban Hammer

🔨 - Ban Hammer doesn't really see you too often because of the whole Warden of what's probably the worst place in the Inpherno, but he tries to make up for it whenever he sees you. Whether that's crushing you with hugs, or smothering you in kisses, or just being his lovable self (both an annoyance and also a compliment somehow.).

🔨 - One of those days where he hasn't come back in a while and very visibly stress out of his mind from the inmates, he practically melted when he got back to you and held you in his arms, "Mhmmmmm... Miss this from ya hon." Ban Hammer mumbled out, his arms wrapped around you as much as possible.

🔨 - The whole falling asleep thing was really just because he's incredibly warm, and he felt so cozy you just had to take the chance and get some rest with him by your side. He might tease you and say that you find him such an irresistible pillow to snooze on, but he won't be able to deny how it genuinely made him smile, and hold you closer to his chest so you could relax.

Biograft

💥 - Biografts are made to be utilized and given orders. What good are they if they can't do something done well and right? Biograft was specifically programmed to help the scientists of Blackrock, and specifically do the tasks of Subspace if it was applicable (or he made them do it, cough cough).

💥 - "I CAN NOT MOVE FROM MY POSITION." Biograft spoke out clearly, its staticy voice not ever breaking as they gave a subtle motion to your form resting on their own metallic one. They've been sitting for so long waiting for a task, when wouldn't you know it? You plopped down right next to it and got way too cozy when the inevitable sleep happened.

💥 - Biograft gave another even "AFFIRMATIVE. I AM UNABLE TO MOVE AT THIS TIME, PLEASE ASK LATER WHEN I CAN COMPLETE A TASK." It knew you needed sleep, being well versed in the status of rest and why it was so beneficial as a person, so they would deny any sort of interaction as long as you were resting. Hopefully the other scientists don't mind as much right?

Ranged

Rocket

💣 - This was actually just a very affectionate day you were having to your beloved partner, wishing for Rocket to know just how much you appreciate him, and know that he's your favorite person in the whole world. Sure it was causing him to scoff and brush your words off like nothing, but with the day he was having after working at the shop with Zuka? This was much appreciated in small ways.

💣 - Rocket didn't really hear the way your voice started to drop and get lower after a long time of cuddling with him and tracing your hands over his face in kind adoration, but he did feel you lean a bit more into him after. "I'm not that much of a pillow am I?" Rocket joked, but you didn't hear the way his laugh got lighter all from being by your side.

💣 - It only was a short amount of time before Rocket picked up the fact that you've fallen asleep next to him, and he snapped out of the more snarky facade to instead try and position you more gently. He really doubted that you wanted to be asleep on his prosthetic arm, since it was kindaaa difficult to rest on because of the metallic edge of it. Once he was sure you were comfortable, he got close to you and didn't even say a word about it when you woke, simply content to be near you.

Slingshot

🍰 - Oh Slingshot... Does he even sit down long enough to actually allow you some rest? He always looked like he was just raring to go once he slipped on his sneakers, and could run miles before he tapped out. Not to say he was irresponsible with that sort of speed per say, he just had lots of things to do and upkeep was no joke for himself... Which is why you volunteered at Thieves' Rest for the day!

🍰 - Honestly, you probably would never again tease him for sometimes being a bit cranky or just generally out of it with what you've had to face in his café. While Slingshot told you it's fine and he's just happy you appreciate him / show so much support, you wanted to help the guy deeper by volunteering there for a bit! Unfortunately you have also realized that WOW these people get nuts without their confections.

🍰 - You both sat down in a small, yet quaint break room Slingshot set up, his smile wide as he gave a kiss to your cheek, "Great job for doing so much, it did help me out a ton!" You were already nodding off from the strain of it a bit, so Slingshot didn't mind that you fell asleep on his arm when you both sat down. He did wait a bit to make sure you're fine, and went back to work with Shuri and Vine.

Hyperlaser

☄️ - Hyperlaser doesn't really have the vocabulary to know what "rest" is like, or at least that's what you joked about with him many times. His mercenary job doesn't allow too much down time for him to relax with you or Princess, as much as he would like to get cozy and pet the lovable cat.

☄️ - Well, it seemed like the Swords graced him with a few minute window before he was back up on his feet again and ready to start tracking the next target. He realized incredibly quickly when you started to drift off on him, his arms loosening their hold of you with a sigh of tender affection, his visor obscuring the smile on his face from how cute you are.

☄️ - Although he couldn't particularly stay with you for your little nap, you did wake up a while later to feel a warm blanket over you, and a note detailing how Hyperlaser would be back soon after he finished up some... "Problems" Blackrock was running into. How sweet, yet if course you could ignore the eerie undertone those problems were referring to.

Shuriken

🌿 - Shuriken is tired, and everyone can see that. Most don't bat an eye to the reasons why (to be fair, he doesn't really tell people of his secret identity as the Silver Shadow) and instead go on about their lives with maybe a question if he's doing fine. Usually it's totally ok, and he gets through the day without fail of even taking a nap. Not this time though.

🌿 - He came back after a short trip around Crossroads as his mysterious alter ego, the darkness engulfing him a soft comfort to the harsh neon lights that were glare from what felt like all angles. What a surprise it was to see you, reading a book and waiting for him on the small couch he shares with his family. He kindaaa forgot you said that you'd visit him, but it wasn't so bad since you already knew about the identity situation.

🌿 - Shuriken also didn't mean to sit down next to you so long, his five minute rest to regroup and think of who to help next turned into watching you get close to him and fall asleep on his shoulder, his weary eyes softening under the low light. It only took him a few seconds before he joined you in rest, arm around you and tight to make sure you're protected.

Scythe

👁 - Have I ever said how cool that mechanical arm Scythe has is? No? Well I'm saying it now, because it is so sick. You think so too, and the amount of times Scythe herself has caught you tracing along the gold details on it, or seeing the grooves it had on her upper forearm. Quite enchanting, and Scythe almost glowed with pride every time you did that to her.

👁 - Well, this was one of those times you got so deep into the circular motions your fingers made on each mechanism that kept it into place, the way her fingers would clench and unclench like a rhythmic procedure only she knew how to direct and flow... It wasn't long before you passed out soundly by her side, hands still on her arm in rapt attention.

👁 - Now of course Scythe knew that you fell asleep, she actually thought it was really cute that you lulled yourself to a resting point all by just running your fingers along her own arm, and she really had to stop the small chuckle that would escape her throat by that thought alone. "Get some good rest, darlin'." Scythe hummed, kissing your forehead as she made sure you wouldn't be messed with in your sleep.

Support

Medkit

💉 - You already know Medkit, his nightmares plague him constantly and it's almost more frequent that he snaps out of his dreams with nothing more than a tired sigh before he tries to go back to sleep as soundly as possible, or stays up for the rest of the night with some coffee to greet the rising sun.

💉 - You were giving some comfort to him after one of these bad nights of his, never pressing him to speak more than what he wished to say over the swirling miasma of wakefulness and dizzy haze of sleep that still pulled at his eyelids. He felt so bad that you woke up in response to his more sporadic tossing and turning, but you assured him that you don't mind, and that you just want to help him get through this no matter the cost of your sleep. He means the world to you, and you have no clue what he'd do for you in return.

💉 - You were more tired than you realized, so as much as you wished to be up with him longer to talk and watch the stars dip into the early morning sky, you needed sleep. You did fall back to sleep right on his arm, and Medkit couldn't help the way his heart clenched at the sight of your face so peacefully in rest. It wasn't long after he joined you, his arms even in his dreams wrapped securely around you to Gove you warmth in some way.

Boombox

🎵 - Boombox absolutely loved music, that is no surprise when you see the following he's built up all by his own musical prowess. Now, of course you absolutely support him through and through with his journey, but you do remind him to take breaks when applicable or desperately needed.

🎵 - Well, on one of the days you wanted to help Boombox out with the mixing and a few of the instrumentation of his latest song, you didn't realize just how late into the night you'd be going at it. Sure there was more up tempo beats in the background, but all the energy was starting to seriously wear you down to the point of exhaustion...

🎵 - Boombox smiled gently at you, finally taking off his visor and letting his eyes be seen for once in so long that he's been up. You were sleeping peacefully by his side, Boombox starting to make sure his and your work was saved and ready for another day as he shut everything off. Maybe it was time for rest now anyway, he felt his eyes start to droop by the second.

Subspace

💊 - Another one of those lengthy research / experimentation days, you could definitely clock when Subspace was getting more and more into the "Mad scientist" zone by taking one glance at his posture and how he conducted himself with his fellow peers (that he swore were below him on so many levels), and how he interacted with his object of intrigue.

💊 - It was more so by chance, and admittedly some deep worry, that you ran into Subspace in his lab, tinkering with the newest project of his that you heard the mutterings would "Change Blackrock as we know it!!". While it sounded great and all, you wanted to make sure he wasn't losing his mind from being so deep into his findings that he didn't talk to someone else, and that he was also taking care of himself by proxy.

💊 -"BIOGRAFT!!! Fetch the blankets and pillows for my dearest here!!" Although shrill, Subspace did have the presence of mind to try and keep his voice down so you could doze sweetly by his side. Subspace muttered something about how slow the hunk of metal is getting, before snatching the blankets and such when the robot came over.

Vine Staff

🌸 - Vine Staff's curse works in very mysterious ways, well to others that is. She has the tendency to grow different plants on her wooden arm for a bit as a small hobby of hers, and not to mention the whole light communing with the flora she comes across?? Over the moon you are for your wonderful partner, and you make sure she's not embarrassed by her curse despite the unfortunate circumstance to be born with it.

🌸 - Vine Staff was steadily growing some flowers on her arm, being careful to not overdo it and cause a strain on herself in the mid afternoon sun. You were beside her and watching with wide eyes, seeing sparks of color before blooming into a pastel pink shade, lavenders curling along her fingertips as she gave a deep inhale. "There we go..." Vine Staff spoke out with a sigh, happy to have been able to control it a bit more.

🌸 - With all the floral scents, you got so cozy next to her that it was almost second nature (ha) to have fallen asleep with the perfume scents of roses and daffodils hitting your lungs. Vine Staff found it cute, and although she planned to give you the bouquet she grew, she just made a mental note to give it later when you woke up.

Coil

💎 - With the crystal stealing Coil does, he makes sure he doesn't come by your place when either Subspace's own metal scraps are chasing him, or something else equally annoying is on his tail. He may not take much seriously, but your safety? He's not dense, he knows when to not press his luck in getting caught or not.

💎 - After a long time of getting chased around and hitting blows to Biografts, Coil finally found a period where he could maybe get a break and sit with you for a short while. Now that's where he is now, sitting next to you and gloating about how starry-eyed you would have gotten if you just saw the sick tricks he pulled off on a Biograft's head. "Pfttt, it was hilarious! Didn't even get a claw on me." Coil flexed his arms, prompting you to laugh in response of his antics.

💎 - You both talked for so long, he almost didn't catch you drifting off to sleep. Maybe it wss the way you just... Trusted him so easily despite the bravado he put on as a front, but it really made some part of him melt in your sleepy embrace. The infamous Hellhound might as well get some rest himself right?

[destinysquared]

Hey Destiny!! I hope your pulse is getting better! Could you give me some Doctor headcanons? (maybe some NSFW…) He's my favorite and we know so little about him.

Só se você quiser... >_>

Already just gave NSFW Doctor headcanons in the post below this one, so here are some SFW ones---but eh....who knows...i'm weak...some could be NSFW....who the fuck knows.

SFW BUT HEY MYB SOME NSFW DOCTOR HEAADCANONS:

---He has no preference when it comes to physical beauty between monsters and humans, all bodies are fascinating to him. However, if you are an interesting subject AND a kind person to him, he will practically worship your body with the edge of his sharp claws and predator beak.

---His tongue will have to suffice when it comes to kissing. Even for other monsters this can be a tad off-putting, but what can he do? He doesn't have lips. However, seeing that YOU'RE ok with it makes him happy. He loves how accepting you are even if the first few attempts are awkward. Eventually, you two find your rhythm and his tongue finds your esophagus. You might get laryngitis from this tbh.

---Expect a lot of hugs from the guy if he REALLY likes you. Especially if you're his favorite. Better so if you can make him laugh regularly. Even the other circus members will be shocked at how at ease Doctor is around you. Jester of all creatures would have to admit that Doctor is much happier with you around, especially as he sees you getting bear-hugged in the middle of dinner because you just looked so cute to the Doctor that he had to squeeze you.

---Doctor would love it if you redecorated his PERSONAL tent (as his cyan one is for the customers). However, he would appreciate you way more if you asked him before moving around his things and what you should/shouldn't touch. But if you know him well, just display his most adorable plushies/figurines alongside your own, find some cute bedding for the nest, and he'll melt when he comes home to see it all~

---Sit in his lap. Just do it. At first he won't understand why, but he'll find your warmth comforting and soon it becomes your new seat. Doctor will get so used to it that he'll even put aside a chair meant for you at the table just so that he can hold you close to him longer.

---Harlequin is cold-blooded, thus he gets tired during the winter. As such, he doesn't like sleeping alone. So, often, halrequin will crawl into Doctor's nest and sleep. If you're in a relationship with Doctor, expect to find the menace in your bed during the cold months and help him warm up. You can do so in EVERY sense of the word, as long as Doctor is made aware. They'll both enjoy~

[destinysquared]

If you don't mind,, any Doctor NSFW hcs perhaps?? 👁👁

Me and the other 3 doctor fans are being fed well from your hcs and writings I hope you know X)

DOCTOR NSFW HEADCANONS:

---His cock is so big and so unusual that he's accepted that he might never have sex. Sure, he's had interested parties here and there (likely invitations from Harlequin), but even with the experienced menace, Doctor warns him that he might tear the poor snake apart with his massive appendage. Still, Doctor has found that there are other ways to receive pleasure rather than penetrative sex. He'd appreciate getting to learn all those ways~ especially, perhaps, from his favorite human assistant~

---It'd likely take two or three mouths to properly cover his cock for oral sex. So be prepared to use your hands and maybe even thighs to get him off. You also might want to consider recruiting other monsters in the circus who'd be happy to help, assuming Doctor is open to it. Regardless, the birb will gently hold your head and fall to his knees if you press your mouth against him. He's never felt such wet heat, there, of all places~ You're going to make him burn up as though he has a fever if you keep going~

---When you touch him in certain places, he already knows you want to mate. Birds have very specific erogenous zones, more so, they have areas of their body that indicate you want to FUCk. So when you pat him on the back for a good day's work---be careful. You might find yourself on YOUR back as he spreads your legs, and presses his thumb against your jeans to see if he can catch more of that delicious scent from between your legs~

---At first, when you propose wanting to have sex, he tilts his head to the size and grabs a thermometer from his table to see if you have a fever. It's already shocking to him that you're not afraid of his magnificent appearance, but now you want....intimacy? How odd......but....also .....nice. Doctor will be very gentle with you if that's what you choose, his body however is not made for gentleness---so sharp in so many places. He will thus allow YOU to take the lead, if you're human, eyeing and questioning your every move as though he were taking notes of your exploratory mission. Expect him to grunt and groan while wanting to know why kissing his neck appeals to you~

---Fucking your thighs while listening to rock music against his gurney ends up being his favorite past time. He'll even ask you, an hour before, if you'd allow him to do it. At first you're kind of surprised he's so into shoving his cock between your legs, but the music seems to help get him in the mood. Especially so if you REALLY helped him out with his experiments that day---after all, good behavior should be rewarded, shouldn't it, sweetie?

[destinysquared]

Hey Dastuy

I have wanted to ask that it that fine if you can do a cannon for doctor please. (*＾3＾)/～☆

SURE THING!

Doctor Headcanons!!!

---He loves cute things, LOVES THEM. Adorable plushies, miniatures, cute baked goods. He and Pierrot actually get along somewhat because of this mutual love of all things sweet and adorable.

---New discoveries get him going! He will drop everything, even a thought in the middle of a sentence if he has an epiphany. As such, Jester has suggested he keep a note pad with him at all times to write down his thoughts instead of rushing to his tent, getting feathers everywhere.

---Monsters like Doctor have difficulties that most others don't. It's not so easy for him to just 'go outside' and pick-up something from the store. While Harlequin, Jester, and Pierrot don't pass as well as TicketTaker does, they are at least much more humanoid than Doctor is--forcing him to often stay inside in secluded places.

---Doctor doesn't like violence, not as much as some of his family members do, but he will use it to defend his home if need be.

---The Doctor carries measuring tape with him at all times. You never know when someone's skull might unexpectedly grow a few sizes, right?

---Harlequin is his favorite and most willing test subject, to which he is grateful. Now Doctor know that attempt #431 for a hair growth serum results in dizziness, fatigue, and the need to lay eggs in the nearest hole.

---Contrary to how it seems, he really does clean his gloves a lot---blood is just a pain to get out. However, he does scrub as best he can, though thankfully dried blood stains only help sell the circus's horror motif.

---He's quite oblivious to flirting, like REAL oblivious. You could be on his examination table, naked, legs spread and eye brows wagging and he'll be like: "That mole on your chest might be a problem....perhaps we should remove it, yes?"

[rhymi]

DOCTOR <33

[destinysquared]

Hey Dastuy

I have wanted to ask that it that fine if you can do a cannon for doctor please. (*＾3＾)/～☆

SURE THING!

Doctor Headcanons!!!

---He loves cute things, LOVES THEM. Adorable plushies, miniatures, cute baked goods. He and Pierrot actually get along somewhat because of this mutual love of all things sweet and adorable.

---New discoveries get him going! He will drop everything, even a thought in the middle of a sentence if he has an epiphany. As such, Jester has suggested he keep a note pad with him at all times to write down his thoughts instead of rushing to his tent, getting feathers everywhere.

---Monsters like Doctor have difficulties that most others don't. It's not so easy for him to just 'go outside' and pick-up something from the store. While Harlequin, Jester, and Pierrot don't pass as well as TicketTaker does, they are at least much more humanoid than Doctor is--forcing him to often stay inside in secluded places.

---Doctor doesn't like violence, not as much as some of his family members do, but he will use it to defend his home if need be.

---The Doctor carries measuring tape with him at all times. You never know when someone's skull might unexpectedly grow a few sizes, right?

---Harlequin is his favorite and most willing test subject, to which he is grateful. Now Doctor know that attempt #431 for a hair growth serum results in dizziness, fatigue, and the need to lay eggs in the nearest hole.

---Contrary to how it seems, he really does clean his gloves a lot---blood is just a pain to get out. However, he does scrub as best he can, though thankfully dried blood stains only help sell the circus's horror motif.

---He's quite oblivious to flirting, like REAL oblivious. You could be on his examination table, naked, legs spread and eye brows wagging and he'll be like: "That mole on your chest might be a problem....perhaps we should remove it, yes?"

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; tenna

requested by ; arcane anon (23/06/25)

fandom(s) ; deltarune

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; tenna

outline ; “OKAY SO TENNA. THE TV EVER! I saw him for the first time on Friday and I actually said "HRHFKGMKFHGKGHTKKFKF" out loud WHY IS THIS MAN ALL OF MY FAVORITE CHARACTER TROPES IN ONE??????

Anyway, can I get a Tenna x Reader general hc? I don't have any fancy ideas for x reader traits yet lol”

note ; never written for this guy before so this may be a bit shaky characterisation-wise lol

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

he has some pretty serious insecurities and abandonment issues, which can lead to him lashing out at others or overcompensating in his relationship with you — but the longer you two are together and the more you show him that you’re truly not going anywhere, that you love him as he is and intend to stick around, the less frequent these incidents become

as such his main love languages are quality time and words of affirmation — with acts of service also being up there as something he puts a lot of effort into giving and that he really appreciates receiving

tenna is very physically affectionate and when you’re together he always tends to stick by your side, either holding you or just touching you in some way — unless he’s working or he’s in the middle of another insecurity spiral — and it means a great deal to him when you return that energy and start initiating affection with him as well

tends to start sparking and glitching a bit whenever he gets too flustered — and the first time you kissed him he gave you static shock so extreme your hair was standing on end for a good hour after the fact (which he was very apologetic for)

very enthusiastic and encouraging when it comes to you pursuing the things you’re passionate about or trying something new — it’s pretty cute, honestly

the dates that he plans tend to involve him taking over the sets of his shows, creating new games tailored to the things you enjoy, and the two of you navigating those new challenges together — no time limit, no audience, no expectations, just the two of you existing in the moment and having fun together

(the prizes he sets up aren’t usually anything too fancy either, maybe some snacks you both like, matching outfits, or something equally cliche and couple-y)

tenna derives a great deal of joy and fulfilment from making you happy, and he goes above and beyond to keep your mood up as much as he possibly can — and if you notice and thank him for his efforts then he’ll be riding that high for weeks

the pet names he uses for you are either all over the top and intentionally dramatic — which he usually uses when performing for his audience — or more sweet and intimate (e.g. ‘sweetheart’, ‘darling’, etc.), which he only uses in private

his favourite place to be kissed is his head — especially on his antennas — but he appreciates the risk of getting shocked that carries and he does also quite enjoy being kissed on his hands

he’s a chronic lip chaser and can never make himself stop at just one kiss

does get jealous on occasion, but it can be remedied with plenty of reassurance and quality time — and maybe some jokey comments about how you’d never leave him for whoever he was jealous of

[sleepingdeath-twst]

relationship headcanons for rook hunt

or; what it’s like to date night raven college’s eccentric self-proclaimed hunter of beauty

featuring rook hunt and a gender neutral reader

not requested

see my pinned post or my pomefiore masterlist

night raven college is, of course, filled to the brim with many peculiar characters but your boyfriend might actually just take the cake. he’s a hunter by nature, a stalker by choice, and seems to know far too much about far too many people for comfort — but, he’s also deeply passionate about the things he loves, unashamed to speak his mind about the matter at hand, and his loyalty is so unshakeable that he’d even go against his roi du poison if it meant being true to his heart. so if you don’t mind dealing with the stalking and the endless french monologues about your beauty, then you’ll find rook to be a truly wonderful partner to have

he is very big on the words of affirmation love language and can hardly go a few minutes without bursting into an impassioned (partially french) rant about your beauty, the beauty of your love for him, how much he’d do for you, and so on and so forth. give him the chance and he’ll find a way to compliment each and every part of your person in a new and earnest way — emphasis on earnest because no matter how dramatic his monologues may be, rook truly does mean each and every word he says with all of his heart. it’s very sweet, but may be a lot to get used to if you’re a more introverted person or just don’t take compliments or praise easily

you are his new favourite person to observe and he does so frequently. alarmingly so if you aren’t quite used to his particular eccentricies yet. sometimes from a distance, like a hunter would stalk their prey, but mostly up close — staring at you intently, practically with hearts in his eyes, as you go about your usual business. gets this lovesick smile on his face too sometimes, but only when you do something he deems exceptionally cute or beautiful

he pretty much never calls you by your name, instead cycling through a list of pet names so long that you struggle to keep track of them all. some are in french with some are in the common tongue, some are more traditional while others are more theatrical in nature, and you’re certain a handful of them have been lifted straight out the pages of some classical romance novel he’s mentioned reading to you before, but all are spoken with the utmost affection so you can’t really complain

it absolutely makes his day whenever you try and turn the tables and shower him with verbal and physical affection in turn. like his whole face visibly lights up the second he realises what you’re about to do and he’s more than happy to sit there and bask in the undivided attention of the most beautiful person he’s ever known while you smother him with kisses and tell him how much you adore him. and rest assured that there’s no such thing as ‘too much affection’ in rook’s vocabulary so you can go on for as long as you want and he won’t even come close to complaining about it

rook’s favourite place to kiss you, aside from your lips, is your hands — specifically your palms, fingertips, and the insides of your wrists. though the nape of your neck is a very close second. and his favourite places to be kissed in return are his lips, the backs of his hands, and his cheeks

you will be watching his collection of every single production neige and/or vil have been a part of throughout their careers, that is nonnegotiable. he will, however, not be annoyed with you if you don’t happen to share his same passion for the actors — as long as you’re willing to spend the time indulging him and don’t immediately shut him down or try to stop him from engaging in his interests then he’ll be happy

you know how he has an extensive collection of photographs he’s taken of neige and vil? double it and you have a rough idea of how many pictures he has of you printed out and stuck to the walls of his dorm and his room back at home. and he has even more saved on his phone, but those are mostly pictures you knew he was taking so it’s a bit different (it’s like half joined selfies and half photos he took of you where you’re intentionally posing for the shot with a small handful of candids here and there that he hasn’t gotten around to printing out yet for one reason or another)

he also sends you love letters. like a lot of love letters. he never signs them but based on where you find them (in your room, right on the pillow next to your head), when you find them (usually right before rook is set to go away for a while or when you’ve been in a low mood as of late), the handwriting on the letters (the exact same cursive that you’ve gotten used to reading via the study notes he lends you), and the wording therein (very flowery, usually in the form of a poem, lots of french and lots of metaphors), you can be fairly certain that your anonymous notes are indeed from your charming boyfriend

for as much as he enjoys observing and learning about others, rook really isn’t so keen when others do the same to him. but you, the love of his life, are the sole exception to that and he’ll answer any questions about himself that you ask — even if the answers are a bit embarrassing for him. after all, what could possibly be more beautiful than two lovers seeking to know more about each other?

he commits every little thing he learns about you to memory and utilises that knowledge to be the most attentive boyfriend you could ever ask for. like he seems to know your moods before you do, can anticipate when you’re going to be ill days before any major symptoms start to show, and always seems to have whatever food item you’re craving on hand before you get the chance to mention it. and when you ask him how he knows he always just says something cryptic or points to some random tiny sign that literally nobody else could have ever noticed

being pomefiore’s vice housewarden almost necessitates that he knows his stuff about skin care, hair care, and other beauty products like makeup — and that knowledge and experience is something he’s more than happy to use to help you should there ever be the need. e.g. you’re too exhausted to properly do your evening haircare routine and need him to do it for you, your makeup is smudged and you need to quickly correct it before a big event, you’ve been too sick to keep on top of your skin care and need a hand to get back on track, and so on and so forth

rook is also pretty tactile with you and would happily carry you around with him all day if only he didn’t have hunts and school work and his vice housewarden duties to attend to. but he does enjoy existing within your personal bubble and keeping you nice and snug in his arms whenever he possibly can

everyone will know that the two of you are together, the forest animals included, because rook is just that loud and proud about his love for you. it’s heartwarming to be loved so openly and fiercely, but perhaps not so great if you’re not into having attention directed at you en masse

rook isn’t the type to get jealous. not really. mostly because he trusts you a great deal and knows that you’re not going to cheat on him, and partially because he follows you around so often for fun that he knows that you’re not doing anything behind his back. if anything he finds it endearing when other people flirt with you because it just means more people are admiring your beauty. though he will obviously step in if he notices you starting to get uncomfortable

finds it just as beautiful to watch you thrive as he does to watch you struggle, but if you ever ask for help with something he’s going to accept without hesitation. even if it involves something that he has yet to master himself, because it’s at least better to suffer with company than it is to suffer alone

he is very sentimental when it comes to you and is the type of boyfriend who does his best to keep and preserve all of the gifts you give him throughout your relationship: framing or laminating your love letters, pressing and drying the flowers to use as keepsakes, filling drawers upon drawers with carefully organised objects you’ve given him on a whim and he refuses to let go of, and using photography to keep a record of the more perishable presents (like food) just to ensure he can always remember them

he’s the type of boyfriend who would lend you his clothes without a moment of hesitation — though he will lovingly scold you for being unprepared for the weather and insist that you try and remember for your next outing together (not because he minds giving you his cloak or hat, because he doesn’t and in fact he loves how you look in his clothes, but because he’d rather you not get sick — after all, not everyone is as generous as he is)

for as much as he loves getting the chance to go out on more artsy dates with you — visiting art exhibits and museums, going out to see various operas and musicals and plays, and so on — rook is also more than capable of appreciating and seeing the beauty of whatever you want to do with him. even if you just want to make a date of cuddling in bed, because as long as he’s by your side he’ll be having a great time

he may trust you to handle your own affairs and fight your own battles, but the second he thinks you’re in any real sense of danger rook is stepping in and going full hunter to get the other person to back off and leave you be. and he can be surprisingly intimidating when he wants to be so you’re in good hands

[destinysquared]

Hello again! One day I shall stop asking so many questions, but today is not that day. *cough* anyway. Headcannon's for the different circus members, (and your Oc's Stoker, and Painter if it's ok/you feel comfy) for if MC took an injusry so that they wouldn't have to take it/feel it? EX: jumping in front of a bullet, or taking a punch etc.

Hm!!!! Gonna assume for each one that they're in love with you and you them, ok?

Pierrot: WILL BE DEVASTATED. He won't understand what just happened at first. Why.....why would you do that? Don't you know that HE'S supposed to protect you? Not the other way around! No....no! You can't be hurt! YOU HAVE TO BE OK! He'll take you to Doctor! That's it....that's it---Doctor will know what to do. and--and once you're all better, Pierrot will never make sure you get hurt again. Never. (and yes he killed the person that hurt you, like you even have to ask).

Harlequin: He'd be similarly as shocked---he'd stand there, frozen. Seeing your body on the ground resemble an old memory of blood stained pink satin. He grabs the person who hurt you, and his voice changes---it goes octaves deeper and has the rumble of a kraken ready to emerge from the sea. He will take all his anger, pain and frustration out on this human---hours later, when you are ok in recovery, he will act like nothing happened and tell you how foolish you were---to never...ever.....EVER do that again.

Doctor: He'd be touched, truly---but also immediately, without even thinking, have eaten the head of the person who hurt you. Their body falls, headless and bleeding as Doctor's feathers coat you like a warm bed---he takes you and the body far away from here---keeping you still, keeping you safe. He will work on you all night if he must. You will be ok. You HAVE to be.....also....he can experiment on this dead human now...but priorities--you come first.

TicketTaker: He doesn't comprehend it---a human....saving him? It's never happened before, not outside of stories that is. Not that TT had ever heard of. All those moments he doubted your loyalty, disrespected you, assumed the worst--all come crashing in through his retina as though lemon juice were squired into his eyes. He immediately drags the human who hurt you into his mirrors---he will deal with it later. You are the top priority now--if only because he finally believes you.

Jester: Is shocked--not just by your actions but by how stupid they are. Don't you know that such an attack hardly meant anything to the likes of him? He has thicker skin than you, tougher organs, armor perhaps---why would you do this? You fool--yes....a fool....a fool who didn't need to be drugged. It's only right that you sacrifice yourself for him. It's expected. Still, Jester does reward his acolytes. He is a merciful god, after all. He'll kill this human who hurt you, and see that you are patched up; a reward more valuable than gold.

[freakcircusofhorrors]

We barely have any lore about doctor

Please, I'll take whatever lore crumbs about this bird man you've got

Let's see what I can share about him...

He's one of the ones who sleeps the least

When he's really excited or daydreaming, he usually talks to that... doll in his tent; Harlequin always finds it fun to watch

Whenever he notices one of his companions looking tired or a little under the weather, he’s the first to step in and encourage them to rest.

He’s very skilled and precise at cutting meat, since he practically knows by heart where every bone is so he can avoid them or cut them properly The first circus performer he came across wasn't in very good condition, which made him move closer

I hope you like these! They’re pretty random

[rhymi]

AAAA, DOCTOR...

[freakcircusofhorrors]

We barely have any lore about doctor

Please, I'll take whatever lore crumbs about this bird man you've got

Let's see what I can share about him...

He's one of the ones who sleeps the least

When he's really excited or daydreaming, he usually talks to that... doll in his tent; Harlequin always finds it fun to watch

Whenever he notices one of his companions looking tired or a little under the weather, he’s the first to step in and encourage them to rest.

He’s very skilled and precise at cutting meat, since he practically knows by heart where every bone is so he can avoid them or cut them properly The first circus performer he came across wasn't in very good condition, which made him move closer

I hope you like these! They’re pretty random

[freakcircuswives]

Headcanon: How they kiss you

Pierrot 

Pierrot kisses with passion, as if every word he wants to say to you communicates through his lips. All of his kisses mean something. They are deliberate and careful and always lingering. You can feel the “I love you,” and the “I’m sorry.”

Pierrot will always let you set the pace, molding to whatever you desire at the moment. Regardless of pace, they are always reverent and worshipful. You will always be treated like something precious to him, because you are. 

Even as the kisses grow deeper and the touches more passionate, he will never be rough with you unless you ask. Pierrot’s kisses are for you and you alone.

Pierrot often has you pinned down, his hand laced with yours. He loves being as close as possible, two bodies connected into one. If you are standing, one hand is along your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek, the other desperately balled in your top. He wants nothing more than to grab you, consume you, but he adores you too much to rush you. 

When you are feeling extra passionate, he will let his tongue slip past your lips and dance with yours. Just making out with you will, frankly, cause him to…reach his pinnacle.

The more you escalate, the more he will follow, allowing tongues and teeth to clash, playing a game of dominance, and chasing rewards.

In the end, any kiss from you is a kiss from heaven for Pierrot. And you can feel how vulnerable he is because of it. 

Harlequin

Pure sin and sweet innocence all wrapped in one.

Harlequin has the utmost confidence. He knows what he's doing and knows what will pull the sweetest sounds from you. He will chuckle playfully as if this were just chance, but no, Harlequin knows you and your body. He feeds off any response you give him.

His kisses almost always start playfully, dodging your lips, brief presses, and just brushing across your mouth. His goal is to make you want more. But once you lock lips, he is all-consuming.

Harlequin also loves using his hands, letting them grip your face, purse your lips by squeezing your cheeks, or, his favorite, grabbing your neck. He will let his claws dig into your waist a little too hard, so that you squeak and open your mouth for him.

And his tongue…have you seen it?

When he’s feeling extra needy, the sharpness that usually is Harlequin turns messy. More urgent, less performative, and more desperate.

Despite his insane amount of bravado, there is a softness to Harlequin that not many get to see. He will rest his forehead against yours afterwards and grin, pressing small, sweet kisses to your swollen lips, letting his breath fan across your face. Those small kisses will land on your nose, your cheek, and eventually your forehead.

You make Harlequin feel wanted when you accept his kisses, and he will always be grateful for that.

Doctor

Doctor is very curious and always experimental. No two kisses will be exactly alike from him. He learns what causes you to moan and adapts, maybe the next time he tries sliding his hand down to your ass, just to see what happens. Every reaction is stored away for him to refer to the next time he sweeps you into a kiss. 

Expect him to dominate the kiss. Not in an aggressive way. And good god not in a bad way (fear not, there will not be too much teeth or too much tongue from him). But he dominates in a way that shows he knows what he’s doing and he’s happy to give. 

He loves when you smile into a kiss or even giggle from a simple peck. But he craves the sound of your gasp when he pulls away from exploring your mouth. The starstruck look in your eyes as you stare at him; a small, satisfied smile tugging at your lips drives him insane. And when your lips are swollen from his kisses? Oh, it’s over. He’s going back in for more and good luck stopping him

When it comes to you, he’s greedy. He’d never admit it aloud, fearing the others would find out somehow and use it against him (can’t let a single vulnerability slip in that circus), but you better believe he wants more and more and more from you. As much as he can have. As much as you’ll give him. And he loves testing the boundaries. (Again, he’s experimental).

But he’s not just a freaky freak, trust. He loves to experiment with the intimacy of kissing you as well. He’ll press his lips to yours at night before the two of you fall asleep, rolling toward you in the darkness of his tent to experience the tingling of his lips against yours one more time before you go to sleep. 

Some (you) could argue that he’s the best kisser at the circus, though some (you) might just be biased because Doctor is so good at conforming to your wants and needs.

Jester

Now this guy’s a freaky freak right here. (bun: get a load of this guy, am I right? You: I’M TRYING)

One thing about Jester (and trust me, he’s a close personal friend) is that his hand is going to be in your hair, controlling you, guiding you, directing you. He loves your hair and he loves playing it, twirling a few locks around a claw-tipped finger. And he loves the moments where his hand slides up the back of your neck, lips hovering just above yours until his hand tangles in your hair.

His grip would depend on the type of kiss. If it’s soft and light, maybe even playful as he lips at your bottom lip, then his grip would be loose. You’ll still be heavily aware of his grasp on you, but he’ll give you some semblance of control while you sucks your bottom lip into your mouth, slowly running his tongue along the area his teeth bit down.

But if the kiss is rough and desperate, then expect a tight grip on your hair. He’ll pull you back if you try to lean in for more without his permission. He’ll make you wait for him, taunting and teasing as his lips ghost over yours. Back and forth until you’re trembling and begging. He’ll whisper sweet nothings to you, his lips passing over yours with every word.

And when Jester is finally ready to dive in (and only when he’s ready), he’ll tighten his grip and turn your head at the perfect angle for him to devour you. During the kiss his tongue will dominate your mouth, caressing every inch with a fervor that leaves your skin burning. 

And he won’t let go of you easily. Once he’s decided he wants a taste of you, it’s impossible to stop him. He could spend hours lost in the softness of your lips and the irresistible sounds of your moans. To him, you’re delectable and he’s not interested in releasing you.

Ticket taker

Respectful, polite, well-mannered. Maybe even a little bit rigid, especially at first. He never entirely loses the rigidity because that’s just who he is, but he softens up with you over time. Though, it might take him…quite a while. Months, at least.

Even more so, Ticket taker is not very experienced in the way of kissing. So, every moment with you will be a learning experience.

The more he warms up to you, the more you might unlock new sides to him even he didn’t know he had. Or was capable of. 

His kisses might become more spontaneous, but never anything too risky. Just a quick peck in the presence of the other clowns of the circus. Something he would’ve never been capable of before out of fear of perception. He’s not nervous to be seen kissing you, but he’s territorial. And controlling, of course. No one else should get to see such an intimate moment.

In moments of relaxation between the two of you, far from any prying eyes, Ticket taker might let himself explore the raw burning passion simmering in his chest every time he looks at you. He’ll become bold, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you onto his lap (where you fit perfectly, according to him) and kissing you like his life depends on it.

And oh boy, did you never think you’d see the day he kissed you like that. It’s unexpected but completely welcome as you acclimate to his slow, soul-rattling rhythm. So intimate and so unlike his usual decorum. A pleasant surprise.

But expect more consistent kisses from him, even in the throes of passion. Everything with him is measured. It’s in his DNA. The pressure, the speed, the way his tongue explores your mouth—everything holds a pattern unique to him that you’ll begin to understand.

[freakcircuswives]

How do you guys see the cast (or at least Harelquin and Pierrot) treating someone who did not know how to accept and affection or love, or believe they deserved it? In a scenario they didn't quiet see how they were special; alternatively if they were just someone who would work to burn out and went "I have to keep going, I'm relied on"

Reaction to MC doesn't know how to accept love/affection

A/n: Hopefully this isn’t a disappointing post after being gone for a second. ~Fox🦊

Pierrot

Pierrot realizes it during the quiet moments, not the dramatic ones. It’s in the way you instinctively apologize when he does something kind for you, or how your expression briefly tightens whenever affection lingers too long on you specifically. He notices how quickly you try to redirect attention away from yourself afterward, almost uncomfortable with being cared for directly. At first, he responds carefully, softening his approach so you won’t feel cornered, but over time, it starts to ache in him a little. Pierrot loves gently and openly by nature, so watching you react to tenderness like it’s unfamiliar—or worse, undeserved—feels deeply wrong to him. He begins weaving affection into smaller things instead of overt gestures: adjusting your coat without comment, remembering your favorite tea, sitting close enough for your shoulders to brush without forcing anything more. He wants love to stop feeling like something you have to brace yourself against.

“You always look surprised,” he says one evening, voice quiet as he smooths a wrinkle from your sleeve. His gaze flicks up to yours, soft with something almost sorrowful. “As though you expect kindness to disappear the moment you touch it.”

Harlequin

Harlequin clocks it almost immediately because your reactions are interesting. Every compliment makes you visibly short-circuit for half a second. Every affectionate touch gets met with nervous laughter, deflection, or a suspicious look like you’re trying to figure out what the catch is. At first, he thinks it’s adorable. Entertaining, even. But the longer he’s around you, the more the humor fades and something sharper takes its place. He starts noticing how automatic it is, how deeply ingrained the response seems to be, and suddenly he finds himself getting irritated on your behalf. Not at you, at whoever made affection feel unsafe enough that your first instinct is to dodge it. Harlequin reacts by doubling down completely. He becomes obnoxiously affectionate on purpose, dramatic and persistent in ways designed specifically to make you confront it. If you squirm away from praise, he gives more. If you avoid physical affection, he traps you in his lap just long enough to make you deal with it. To him, your discomfort becomes a challenge he’s determined to wear down through sheer persistence.

“You know,” he muses while lazily tracing circles against the back of your hand, “most people enjoy being adored.” His grin sharpens when you immediately look away. “And there you go again, acting like I’ve threatened you instead.”

Doctor

Doctor identifies the problem clinically before he understands it emotionally. He notices physiological responses first: elevated pulse, avoidance behaviors, visible tension whenever attention is directed toward you in a caring or intimate way. At first, he categorizes it mentally as conditioning, something learned, reinforced over time. But the longer he observes it, the more it starts bothering him in a way he can’t reduce to detached analysis. Your inability to comfortably receive care becomes something he begins quietly compensating for. Rather than overwhelming you with overt affection, he integrates it into practical actions instead. Heated blankets already waiting for you. Water handed to you before you realize you’re thirsty. His hand steady at your back when your symptoms flare. Doctor treats love like maintenance: consistent, reliable, impossible to argue against because it arrives disguised as necessity. And yet, every time you visibly hesitate before accepting even that, something colder settles beneath his composure. To him, your reactions indicate damage someone else caused, and he dislikes unresolved problems.

“You attempt to justify every kindness directed toward you,” he remarks while adjusting your sleeve with precise movements. “As though care must be earned through usefulness.” His gaze flicks briefly to your face before returning to his task. “That belief is objectively incorrect.”

Jester

Jester doesn’t respond emotionally at first, he responds analytically. He watches you reject affection in tiny, unconscious ways: changing the subject after compliments, stiffening when someone touches you gently, joking immediately after vulnerable moments to kill the sincerity before it settles too deeply. He notices every single pattern because of course he does. But unlike the others, Jester doesn’t rush to reassure you. Instead, he becomes fascinated by the contradiction of it. You clearly want affection, he can see that in the way you lean into it before catching yourself, yet the moment it’s fully offered, panic flickers across your face like you don’t know what to do with it. That contradiction hooks into him hard. The more attached he becomes, the less patient he grows with your instinct to run from softness. Not outwardly—he remains calm, composed—but there’s an edge beneath it now, subtle frustration at the fact that someone taught you to flinch from being loved. Over time, he starts cornering you with affection in deliberate, controlled ways, refusing to let you escape the moment before you’ve fully felt it.

“You prepare for affection like it’s a trap,” he says quietly one night, fingers tilting your chin back toward him after you try to look away. His expression remains unreadable, but his grip lingers just long enough to feel intentional. “I wonder who convinced you it was dangerous.”

Ticket Taker

Ticket Taker notices slowly because your habits disguise themselves as politeness at first. You thank him too much. You immediately offer something in return anytime he helps you. You tense whenever attention settles fully on you, as though being cared for creates some invisible debt you’re scrambling to repay before it can be collected. Once he recognizes the pattern, though, he cannot unsee it. Unlike Harlequin, he doesn’t force affection on you, and unlike Jester, he doesn’t study it openly. Instead, he responds with consistency. Predictability. He starts offering care in quiet, repeated ways that never demand a reaction from you, almost like he’s trying to retrain your instincts through repetition alone. Meals appearing when you forget to eat. A coat placed over your shoulders without comment. Space beside him always left open for you without invitation needing to be spoken aloud. He wants affection to become something ordinary to you rather than startling. Still, there are moments when your discomfort catches him off guard enough that something sharper slips through the cracks in his composure.

“You keep waiting for conditions,” he says one evening after you thank him for the third time over something small. He looks up from his work then, gaze steady and unwavering in a way that pins you in place more effectively than force ever could. “If I wanted repayment, I would have asked for it already.”