@jesters-doll: To Jester, what if we wanted to be one of your fools to be closer to you? Would you accept us as a personal pet?
I do wonder which part of that idea appeals to you most. The loss of dignity, the loss of freedom, or... simply the attention?
@thenerdasourus: YIPPEEEEE HAPPY 1 YEARR
Question for Jester: do you have any habits or hobbies that you consider a bit childish, but can't seem to let go of? I honestly doubt it as you seem very mature and sophisticated, but I have to ask anyway
While some people seem to think reading can be childish in some respect, I certainly don't see it the same. Otherwise, there is nothing I can think of I would label as such.
@sephy-sephy: To Jester: uh well.. sir? I always wondered since I heard you have some sadistic tendencies, what do you think about masochism? Or BDSM in general? >///<
I'm curious to know where you've heard such... rumors. What exactly gave you that impression?~ Was it something I said… or something you enjoyed hearing?
@ilydylm: To Jester: if you could go back in time in your life, what would you change/do differently, if anything?
At one time, I might have answered differently, but no— it is foolish. The past is beyond my reach, and I see little value in obsessing over things that cannot be changed.
@nikoricircus: to Jester: Are there any requirements MC needs to meet in order for you to accept them in the family?
Yes. Leaving.
@richuarts: For Jester: what is one of your favorite things/gift you've been given by someone in your family or whole family in general? (And no, the gift of having a nice family doesn't count, or pierrot and harlequin not fighting for one day lol).
I don't concern myself with material gifts. However, I do own a blue hair clip that's proven unexpectedly useful. An irritatingly practical object, considering how insignificant it looks.
@sillyweirdguyhehe: For the circus diva😋, Jester: What are the future plans for the circus? I mean, do you have any goals or something also u want to achieve apart from the circus? Or you are gonna stay doing the same thing the rest of your lives?
I admire your confidence. Not everyone can use the wrong word so decisively. The circus is ours now. What comes next will be far more impressive. Magnificent, even. Whether you'll find it pleasant is another matter entirely.
@pinky27freak: To our mommy dearest, Jester~ I know the nomadic life style limits what one can buy and collect, however if you could what things (besides books) would you like to collect? Example, I like to collect black amethyst carnival glass.
Sigh.... Keeping things has never interested me much. They have a habit of disappearing before long. Monsters appear. Places burn. Circumstances change. You learn not to grow attached.
@andermancer: For Jester: Which circus acts/tricks/abilities does each circus member perform best and, if you may bless me with the alternative, worst? Such as aerial, acrobatic, juggling, acts of strength, etc etc.
We offer a variety of performances. Pierrot handles aerial acrobatics. Harlequin excels at acting and fire-eating. Ticket Taker is a magician of considerable skill. Doctor is particularly effective when it comes to atmosphere and performance. That's all you need to know visitor.
@ronixx360: Jester, how did you come up with the rules and the acts for each member of the circus?
Rules tend to appear whenever something has the potential to go wrong. They exist to ensure nobody gets hurt. As for the attractions... those developed more naturally. We simply discovered what suited each of us best.
Have you considered: the freak circus MC becomes tiny. As in, "can fit in just their palm" tiny. Any headcanons on how circus cast would react and treat MC?
hi cupcake! i love love love this prompt! I’m not sure whether you meant platonic or general/romantic HCs, so i kept it vague in order for you all to choose your own dynamics <3
Pierrot
“Baby?” he calls out, looking around all over his tent with a worried frown.
You had suddenly vanished even though he had been holding you all night!
He's so sure that you ran away, but when he sees the blankets rustling, he's quick to tug at them, revealing your tiny form.
He instantly melts into a puddle by the bed.
“You're so tiny,” he almost sobs, holding out his hand for you to come to.
When he figures out that you're barely even as tall as one of his fingers he lets a waterfall of tears flow freely.
He can't help it, you're adorable!
He would be very worried about you and how you got that way, but he'd always eventually want you to stay that way for a while.
He loves to carry you around and keep you in his cupped palms, showing you around in your new perspective.
He adores tiny you, and he won't let anyone take advantage of you in this state, still treating you with the upmost respect and kindness.
Harlequin
Boy oh boy. When he sees you he immediately bursts out laughing.
It delights him even further when he realizes it isn't a magic trick or an illusion.
He totally takes advantage of you.
He riles you up, talks about how easily you'd fit in his mouth now, and keeps you trapped in a little jar for a little bit.
“I could just swallow you whole~”
Give him like 2 days and he's tired of it.
He misses your big self. You can't mess around with him anymore or even fight back. It's no fun if he has such a big advantage.
He tries his best to turn you back once he's had his fill of fun.
“You’re not cuddle sized anymore” :(
Doctor
He's absolutely fascinated.
“How did this happen, hm?”
You are NOT allowed off his makeshift mini examination table the entire time. You’re going to be kept under a magnifying glass for sure.
Measures out the amount of medicine to give you in your new tiny size (literally just a few drops).
Honestly, wouldn’t mind if you stayed tiny, but would probably miss you helping him out around his tent.
If he can examine you successfully, he might find you a cure, but he won’t give it to you until he finds out how to turn you tiny again too.
Ticket Taker
“Oh dear. What happened here?” Ticket Taker says as soon as he spots you, gently picking you up to rest in his palms.
He’s very protective of you when you’re so small because he’s scared you’ll get squished.
He keeps you in his front breast pocket of his suit, not trusting anyone else to babysit you in this state.
He will read up insistently to figure out what’s going on.
If you’re tiny for more than a few days, he adjusts his suit pocket so it’s a lot more spacious and makes it into a comfy place for you.
He even makes you sleep in there now, so you’ll never not be at his side.
It’s kind of sweet, actually. You’re always right by his heartbeat.
Jester
“Oh isn’t that cute. You’re in your true form. A bug.”
He monumentally likes your tiny form much more than your big form.
He builds you a little cage, kind of like a hamster’s cage with a running wheel and everything.
Occasionally takes you out to pet you but likes staring at you through the glass most the time.
“Too bad acomodations like this are too hard to make when you’re human sized. I much prefer you like this.”
Will pretend like he doesn’t hear you complaining by closing your cage lid.
Ignores TT’s suggestions about this being human cruelty.
“I’m taking care of them well enough. In fact, I pay more attention to them now than before.”
Mc scaring the clowns cuz she got stabbed and died for 2 minutes in the hospital but got brought back
This one didn't make sense to me as an SMAU so here's some headcannons! Also I'm only now realising after having written everything that you said "in the hospital"… MY BAD. I MISSED THAT ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽ Also I'm MAD proud of Ticket Taker's one, wow.
TFC NOT SMAU??
Masterlist
Taking requests
Doctor:
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Will act very clinical and calm, almost kind of apathetically, all up untill he's positive that you are completely fine.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ And then the bird man turns into a feathery puddle. In his own way.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He's still very calm outwardly but his heartbeat is going haywire and he is blasting death metal in his headphones to calm himself. One of the few hints that he's stressed will be his feathers scattered across the the floor and the soft trembling of his hands and voice. His hands never shake.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Will take a step outside to either curl up in a ball for a while or throw up. One or the other.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ I mean, your life was in his hands, what if he had messed up? What if he had been just a tiny bit too late and it cost you your life. He couldn't stand that. The anxiety is driving him insane.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ For weeks after he'll just disassociate for hours playing out the scenarios of how he could have protected you and what could have gone wrong. Like he was grieving and alternate you, even if you were fine.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ One of his biggest fears is a sudden death that he could not prevent or predict, and he was almost met face to face with it. It haunts him.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He brings you lots of shinies and plants and is constantly checking your vitals. Please give him some love to let him know you're okay.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ "Ah. You are awake… that is good. Please excuse me for a second…" *Intense death metal booms through the room to calm him down.* "Wonderful."
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Thankfully for him, he doesn't need to go on a man hunt as Pierrot did that for him and found your attacker. It took a lot of convincing but Doctor eventually got him to hand them over. They aren't allowed death. He makes sure of that. Have you ever heard of a blood eagle? Have you ever wondered what the sound of a person's spine splitting in half vertically, vertebrae by vertebrae would be like?
Pierrot:
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ You ever seen a coked up ferret having just chugged four litres of redbull with crippling anxiety and the vocal chords of an opera singer? No? Well here's the closest thing you'll ever get.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ This man will start bawling if you don't respond to his text after a few hours, bold of you to assume he wouldn't go fucking manic if you were endangered like this
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Will genuinely refuse to leave your side untill he's told by doctor that he needs to leave or he'll make the situation worse
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Sobbing when you come to, clinging to you and begging for you to never scare him like that again.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Will be hissing like an irate cat if anyone gets close you you that isn't The Doctor, and even then he's staring extremely intensely at him.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ "MY LOVE YOU'RE OKAY YOU'RE ALIVE- PLEASE DON'T DO THIS AGAIN PLEEASSEE!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I CANTLOSEYOUILOVEYOUTOOMUCHYOURETOOPERFECTTODIEEE!!"
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He hunts down your attacker like a feral animal and rips them to pieces, proudly presenting the completely meatless spine to you.
Harlequin:
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ You will be hard pressed to get a reaction out of this guy that isn't snarky or horny.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Which was why seeing him holding you in his arms as he burst through the entrance of Doctor's tent was so jarring. He looked so serious, so focused. So scared.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He'd silently watch, leg bouncing, fingers being clumsily messed with, breath uneven.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ If anyone asked how he was he'd snappily state that he was fine and toss out some half assed joke or innuendo, but it wouldn't be convincing.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He didn't feel this way about people. Not often. Why was he so scared for you?
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ When you wake up he's already there, but he pretends not to notice untill you speak.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ "Oh you're alive. Good, I was worrying I'd have to resort to the fools for my fix~" He chuckles to himself, as if he wasn't on the verge of bawling.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Your attacker is already dead, he killed them immediately and quickly, but he does regret not making them suffer more.
Ticket Taker:
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ So you know litterally everything about Ticket Taker being composed and tidy and such? Yeah throw all of that out the window.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ This man is clamouring around with a wine glass in one hand and an espresso in the other, pacing and constantly muttering somehow still eloquently delivered lines of swears that no man could ever repeat.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He. Is. TERRIFIED. Checking in every half hour, poor guy, he means for it to be every half hour but it's really every two minutes or so, with Doctor to see if you're okay.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Holds your hand untill you wake up, and when you do this man breathes out the heaviest sigh of relief a man ever could, and kisses the back of the hand he was holding.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He'd only then realise just how uncouth he's allowed his appearance to become. Tie undone, suit and tie a mess, hat off, mask a little tilted, hair a mess. Gosh.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ He gets a little embarrassed but not at his worry for you. He's just happy you're okay.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ "My apologies for my state, my dear." He mutters, fixing himself up hands still shaking a bit. "I'm simply glad you're okay."
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Your attacker is going to be experiencing days of psychological torment. Their reflections are warped, and don't match their movements, they'll constantly be seeing things out the corner of their eye… and then they'll see themselves standing at the end of a hall, just staring. Smiling. The eyes aren't right. No, none of it is.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ And before they can scream, their tongue has been ripped out and their mouth covered by this doppelganger. And then it will shift. Slowly. Bones cracking and flesh molding, as they themselves are slowly bent in ways bodies shouldn't be. No blood spilt. But agony was all consuming.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ "I know what you did…"
Jester:
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ I'm sorry, if you came here expecting this man to worry about you, you're going to be thoroughly disappointed.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Big man is genuinely inconvenienced and annoyed that you didn't die and will make that opinion KNOWN.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ Would thank your attacker for their attempts at charity and then beat their ass for failing to keep you dead.
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ "Oh… I thought you were dead." His face is scrunched up like a stereotypical rich wine mother who's child just returned home with grass stains on his knees. "Mmm… Next time walk into the light. You know… away from me?"
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No AI is used to create these and as such don't use it to train or input to AI. That includes character AIs too.
Hello! Just a random thought I had. If it's not your cup of tea, don't mind me
Anyway. The Freak Circus cast platonic hcs with a child (7y/o and younger) whose mother is a sad beige mom and they keep sneaking into the circus for no other reason than just liking bright colors
(Also TT may or may not need to teach them some basic stuff like math and reading because moms like this are surprisingly bad at actually teaching their kids)
hello darling! i tried my best with this prompt, but i feel like i didnt do that well. im just tired and dont wanna reread it lol.
this is not a child(ish) reader, this is a legit child reader, as you requested!
P Yan FC x (Actual)Child Reader: You Have a Beige Mom
Your entire life had been doused in a boring tan. Honestly, you wouldn’t know any other color existed if your mother hadn’t let you out of the house occasionally.
Your toys? Beige.
Your clothes? Beige.
Your room?
You guessed it.
Beige.
You were getting so tired of this color. It made you so sad all the time, and it didn’t seem to make your mother happy either.
She was always upset, more glued to her followers on social media than to her actual child.
The only thing she remembered to give you every morning was a bowl of beige oatmeal.
You still remember the first day the circus came to town. You stared so hard at the colorful tents being set up that your mother had to drag you back home in a fit.
She pulled you so hard that your wrists became bruised before locking you in your boring beige room.
You’d never seen so many colors before… you wished you could’ve looked longer at the circus. Red, green, purple, blue, black, pink… you had read about all those colors before in a little home improvement pamphlet you snuck into your room.
You glance at your aching wrists, watching over the hours as they turn yellow, then green, then purple and blushish.
How pretty, just like the tents you saw earlier.
You hear your mother streaming again, her loud voice echoing through the walls as she enthusiastically rambled to her followers about how her new diet was going.
She never sounded like that with you. She was always cold and annoyed off of the cameras.
You stare at your beige door and your beige closet and your beige clothes.
You think you’ll go insane if you see the color any longer, so you close your eyes.
…
Your mother doesn’t bother to check in on you the next day.
You’re so hungry you feel like you could eat your clothes if you were just a little more desperate.
You try at the lock of your door, unable to open it.
You wait for hours for your mother to come, but she doesn’t.
It’s already dark again, and your stomach won’t stop growling.
‘Screw this!’ you think inside your tiny mind.
You push a stool to your bedroom window, using your small strength to unlatch it and push it open. You climb up on the windowsill before you slip, falling into a bush with a small thud.
Ouch. At least you hadn’t been too far from the ground.
You brush yourself off, wandering away from your house feeling like a zombie as you tried to navigate to somewhere with food.
With lots of perseverance, you make it to town, passing by the cafe only to find it closed, peering through the dark windows.
Your little stomach growls insistently.
You walk a little further before seeing the colorful tents from the other day… you don’t hesitate to go closer now, sneaking behind some tents to follow the sweet scent from within.
You’re in awe by how many lights there are, and you didn’t even know that food could be this color!
Red balls on a stick covered by some sticky gooey light brown substance is drawing you in as you reach out for one.
“Ah ah ah,” a voice rings out before you can steal. “I would suggest not eating those.”
You turn around, only to be met with a tall man in a dark blue suit, a split mask and a sturdy hat.
You saw a tent that same color earlier! You can’t help but get a little excited.
“How did you get past my stand, hm?” the man scolds lightly, “You can’t come here without a ticket. Besides, this is no place for children.”
“But it’s so pretty here!” you protest. “I just wanted to see all the colors…”
He takes a small pity on you, sighing as he goes against his conscious.
“Are you hungry, dear child?”
…
An hour later, you’re sitting in a hidden tent, poking at curiously at what “Mr. Bil” (that’s what he said his name was), pulled out of a black contraction that spun around internally.
“You haven’t had this before?” he looks at you skeptically. What kid hadn’t had dino nuggets and fries before, especially straight out of a microwave?
You shake your head. “I eat oatmeal,” you explain. “It’s the only thing my mom gives me.”
“Well, surely you won’t die if you try something new,” Mr. Bil says.
You’re so hungry, you don’t hesitate a second longer before trying the food. It’s so unlike anything you’ve ever had before!
You promptly devour it in minutes.
Mr. Bil can’t help but let the side of his lips curl up just slightly. This child was ravenous. How cute.
“Bil! Where are you? The ticket stand is completely backed up.”
A purple figure in more “pointy” clothing is walking into the tent now.
Mr. Bil can’t even hide you under the table before the purple man is grapping his wrist and the back of your shirt, holding you up and shaking you insistantly.
“What is this?” he asks, distasteful tone all but evident.
“...a child, Jes,” Mr. Bill answers reluctantly.
“I expected this from Pierrot, or even Harlequin, but never you.” Jester points a raised brow his direction, still holding you in the air.
“I saw your tent too!” you can’t help but interject, oblivious to the tension in the tent. “It matches your clothes! I love your color!”
Jester turns to glare at you, only to soften his expression. What a dull looking child. Even he wouldn’t dress a child like so, it was absolutely unfashionable. Ragged clothing in the single color of beige? How utterly disgusting.
You’re still practically beaming at him, staring curiously at his outfit as he looked you up and down.
“Where is this thing’s parents?” Jester asks Ticket Taker.
“I’m not sure,” Ticket Taker admits, “Though it seems they ran away from home after being starved.”
Jester sighs. “Do what you want, just this once. Just don’t get me involved, and get it some new clothes before I obliverate it completely.”
He drops you without care and you fall butt flat against the floor, leaving you and Ticket Taker alone again.
For the next order of business, Mr. Bil takes you to another tent. It’s a really light blue, kind of like the sky, but also not?
“Is that blue?” you ask Mr. Bil, somehow curled up in his arms as he approached the tent.
“No darling, it’s a type of blue, but it’s certainly not blue. It’s cyan,” he answers easily.
It’s so dark when you enter that you can’t help but holding onto Mr. Bil’s blazer a bit tighter.
“A visit? From Ticket Taker?” an accented voice breaks through. “Typically, I do not find myself in trouble.”
“You’re not in trouble,” Ticket Taker says, voice smooth and calm. “I found a stray. Would you take a look at them and babysit for awhile? I’ve abandoned my post for far too long.”
Doctor is never one to refuse orders nodding with a glint in his eyes.
Ticket Taker takes his leave, and you get left in an examination chair.
You’re evidently nervous, you had been to the doctor only once in your life but they looked nothing like this man.
“What’s your name, myshka?” he asks, low and controlled.
You anxiously mutter your name to him.
“Ah, that’s not very fitting,” he remarks. “I think myshka matches you better.”
He pokes and prods at you, taking note of your bruised wrists and irregular heartbeat.
“You should be fine, as long as you stay under my supervision,” he remarks. “It may be best if the others don’t find out about you. Just Ticket Taker and I will be sufficient caregivers.”
It’s barely a few minutes after he says that when someone green comes bursting in.
“I smell a human~!” he giggles. “The circus is closed already, why is there still such a strong scent in here? Won’t you share your midnight snack with your favorite Harlequin?”
The Doctor merely blinks, restrategising.
“It’s Ticket Taker’s kid.”
The green man comes much closer to you now, inspecting you curiously.
“Oh, how interesting,” Harlequin grins. “Are we keeping it?”
“I would assume so, yes.” Doctor nods. “They comes from a bad living situation, and Ticket Taker doesn’t seem fond of letting them go.”
“Does Jester know? He’s gonna flip when he finds out! A kid? In our circus! That’s against the rules~”
Harlequin makes it his mission to hide you before Pierrot finds out. For the first time, he found out something important before him!
…
After a few days of adjusting, Pierrot does end up finding out, but only because no one else is technically hiding you from him except Harlequin.
You have absolutely no desire of going back home. You loved it here!
Every night, Mr. Bil taught you the alphabet, how to count, and colors. You didn’t even know that writing existed before you saw Doctor scribbling some notes.
Harlequin was always happy to give you some attention. You were never neglected. If anything, you were always swooped away to play fun games and tricks with him.
Doctor checked up on you everyday, caring for you and always making sure you were healthy.
And Pierrot, although meeting you last, was instantly enamoured. He coddled you insistantly whenever he could and he was the one who fed you the best food ever!
The only one who never really talked to you was Jester, but Mr. Bil let slip that Jester chose your colorful outfits every day.
You loved your new family, even when missing posters with your face plastered all over began to mix with the circus advertisements around town.
“I suppose it’s time to move again,” Jester merely remarks when he finds out.
“Of course, not until we deal with a certain problem,” Ticket Taker adds on. “We wouldn’t want any loose strings in the form of careless, colorless mothers, would we?”
You’re too happy to care about what all that means. You just know that your boring beige life was transformed overnight, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
