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I just realised I've only ever posted my simplified and honestly dumbed down version of what my Doctor design is. Welp.
Here you go:
I usually draw him with alot more accessories here so he looks a bit naked but here's some stuff about him: (sorry if anything on the list is repeated.from the previous one)
- Colour scheme: Scarlet, Vanta black (like NO light gets though. It makes his colours stand out more), Crimson, Cyan. The inside of his mouth is yellow.
- The most scars out of everyone in the circus because he heals the slowest.
- Very long tail with special, pretty feathers
- 3 rows of teeth, they look like human canines, but much sharper and thinner. Also there's like 80 billion of them.
- BIG claws, HUGE. AND they're so sharp he doesn't need to use a scalpel. He always does, but he wouldn't have to.
- Spends hours sometimes making himself pretty for his mate because he's doomed to be as class 10 simp
- Relatively short tongue. Wasn't always that way though.
- EXTREMELY powerful vocal chords. I think when he's pissed he starts sounding like a shoebill stork.
- Bones are easily broken but he has an insane amount of muscle.
- Loves covering himself in beautiful shiny things. All the time. This man will not be caught dead not looking like he's the bride to an Indian wedding.
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you make me want to get back into the fandom. Oh em gee??? I love I love I LOVE AUGHHH
shaking with joy. I just read every single item on your master list like a starved dog with a bag of treats.
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in ur walls now. U cannot evict me. I’m here to stay thank you
WELLLL I'm back to my home soon, and when I'm there I'm going to be making more things, including a comic series, art of people's ocs and more fics- so YOU HAVE ALOT TO LOOK FORWARD TO! In the meantime feel free to say hi to my gerbils for me. Be careful though, they might try eat your nails. (*˘︶˘*).。*♡
Fr though thank you very much, this made me smile like a dumbass when I saw it.
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Because I've been seeing alot of exclusion lately and it bothers me quite alot:
I'd like to clarify, in my fics, THE READER IS YOU. Whoever you may be. Anyone who is or isn't POC and/or LGBTQIA+ (Reminder that the A is NOT for ally, it's those under the Aspec✨) that is you.
You are welcome and seen and open to interpret anything at all that you want in any way.
You belong in a space that makes you happy. I never specify race or gender especially because it's NOT relevant to be honest. Not in my stories. They all love you however you want to be loved regardless. (Except for maybe jester (up for interpretation, again) but that's because you're human. Nothing else.)
This space will always be a safe space for as many people as I can possibly provide to.
FINALLY SOMEONE DOES THIS ACCURATELYYYY!! I'm mostly refering to Pierrot- HE'S NOT INNOCENT! Sorry people infantalising Pierrot annoys me alot, it's like what people did with Papyrus back in the day.
I love your posts sm, your characterisation of the cast is perfect! If you wouldn’t mind, could you please do one with MC struggling with period cramps?
THANK YOU! Also dude, you sent this at the most perfect time, babes. I'm genuinely surprised nobody has requested this yet.
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Huh. I've been gone a lot longer than I thought I would be. Well... I feel like I owe you guys.
Ehem- send me your ocs or an art idea OR BOTH! I plan to draw three of them (Yumeshipping babyyy), as a fun treat.
You can request poses (please request poses) but I won't do anything nsfw or suggestive, or intercast ships because I personally don't like any of the ships. They feel a bit uncomfy to me, no shade if you like them, they're just not my thing. Angst, fluff and gore though??? THAT'S MY BABY GIRL!!!
Do note, Doctor and Columbia are my favourite characters by actual MILES so I'll likely finish anything to do with them much faster and have better results.
GO! SEND THEM NOW BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!!
UPDATE: To those of you who sent requests so far, THANK YOUU this is very exciting. However there's already been quite a few and I realised I forgot to specify something! <:D
When I said ocs, I meant monster OCs, performers and such. I am not good at drawing humans and capturing the likeness of the individual, which is why I try to avoid it where I can. I may still take a crack at it, but I am far more likely to draw any monsters I'm sent.
UPDATE 2: This is closed now!!! Thank you to everyone who sent in your ocs! I'll be working on the art over the course of a few days because I'm currently in holiday in Malaysia with my best friend and we're super engrossed in being idiots.
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Yes yes! Sorry I've been so absent without explaining it! I've been doing alot of animation work on my show the past few days and got REALLY engrossed in it. I have a few TFC fics waiting in the drafts to be finished and posted, but I've been so excited about the art I've been doing that I haven't gotten around to it. That and art fight.
I've decided to cut off your username for the sake of privacy, just as a precaution! If you want to state who you are that's perfectly fine and completely up to you, but I just wanted to air in the side of caution just incase you were uncomfy. ^^
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I've been thinking for a while now on how to respond to this because I'm a bit on the fence? I personally don't know how comfortable I am doing explicit NSFW stuff however I may want to write something some other time? But I'm afraid I don't think that's something I'm particularly comfortable with as of right now. That may change and if it does I'll DM you the fic if I remember.
I hope this isn't too disappointing. I may post some I suppose suggestive stuff in my SMAUs and headcannons, but I don't think that writing the schloinkling and goinkling is what I'm into.
However, so that you don't leave empty handed, I shall hand you these headcannons about him within the context of tomfoolery because like, I LOVE THAT MAN, but this is more fluff than smut. Though I think Doctor will be the only one I write this kind of thing for, and even so I think I may have this as just a one off. (SORRY GUYS)
ALSO THIS IS GENDER NEUTRAL! I don't really specify gender in any of my fics.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Look I see him as asexual generally, but MAYBE ace spec, 100% demiromantic, NO DOUBT, so you guys have been together for a LONG time. Like a long time. Like… you'd probably have to be a monster because your lifespan as a human would be too short. .-.
☆゚.*・。゚━ BUT I keep most of my headcannons and SMAUs species non specific SOOOOOO imma do this here too. Just for some context.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He's very attentive and careful.
☆゚.*・。゚━ What riles him up?
☆゚.*・。゚━ I personally think he only gets rambunctious around his horny bird season, and even then he's not acting like a wild animal, he's just flustered alot if the time and clinging to and around you.
☆゚.*・。゚━ I don't see him being huge on physical affection, but if you groom his feathers, especially the ones outside of his face, he gets SO riled up. And by that I mean he politely asks if you wanna shag and he's just being a huge cutie.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He, when he wants to romance you in that manor, he'd prepare for days, making his nest perfect, making sure his feathers were as bright as possible, and that he had the adequate gifts for you.
☆゚.*・。゚━ But it rarely goes according to plan.
☆゚.*・。゚━ you enter his tent and see him pottering about, muttering in frustration to himself as he shifts through various things, going back and forth from his nest trying out different decorations and what you'd like the best when he notices you and completely freezes. He's fully out of costume, just bare birding it. (Because he's bird his thingie is unlikely to just… hang there. Think like… how ducks are. They aren't out all the time.) And he stares at you.
☆゚.*・。゚━ "You were not supposed to enter yet." He states, everything about him completely neutral but his tone sounds defeated.
☆゚.*・。゚━ "I am not done yet…"
☆゚.*・。゚━ Contrary to what litterally everyone else seems to think, I don't think he'd be studying you much during the glazoinkling. He'd be taking note of your heart rate and what you responded to, but that's just him collecting data so he can keep doing better. My man is just so in love with you he can't even think of science right now.
☆゚.*・。゚━ GENUINELY has no idea how he pulled you. He's so happyyyy, his eyes are like stars.
☆゚.*・。゚━ You bring him joy like nobody else does.
☆゚.*・。゚━ But like, listen, I don't care who or what you are- NOBODY can take 25 FUTUCKING inches. So he uses his hands mostly, just… don't jerk, his talons are sharp.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Maybe he'd try if you wanted it, but he'd probably just end up going with the thighs instead.
☆゚.*・。゚━ I don't think he'd like any kind of masochism. He wouldn't want to hurt you at all, even if you wanted it. He'd MAYBE give it a try if you REALLY WANTED TO but I don't think he'd enjoy it. Reminds him too much of the old ringmaster.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He totally grooms you aswell, mostly around the neck, or… the best he can. You ever been groomed by a rodent like a hamster or a gerbil? That exact feeling, a very VERY gentle nibbling with such love and care you just can't help but melt.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He might die if you do it back.
☆゚.*・。゚━ His aftercare? The best out of anyone's. He knows exactly what you need.
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Gang, I'm thinking about making a little comic about Doctor and my oc, mostly about their timeline, like how they met when they were all free, then under the old ringleader and now.
I may ignore the results of this poll (as in I'll likely still make it) but I'd still like to know if that's something any of you would be even a little interested in? I'll still be making fics and SMAUs, fret not fret not, but I really like making art and wanna share it with you guys -w-
Sooo… is it?
Not really
I'd be willing to give it a try
Heck yeah!!
As long as I get to see Doctor's gigantic bird tiddies
I didn't really like Doctor when i first joined this fandom.. but your smau's have made me love him so much😭😭 HES SUCH A CUTE LITTLE NERD<3 So because of this i ask to know your headcanons for him and maybe a few cute smau's, all completely random
Oh my god YYYEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH I'M SPREADING THE AGENDAAAAAAAA!!!!!! I would LOVE TO.
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☆゚.*・。゚━ Doctor never abbreviates or uses acronyms, mostly as a simple thing of grammatical correctness.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He's actually quite easy to fluster, though it's exceedingly difficult to get him to show it.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He's actually alot more playful than he lets on, but he's shy, not in a (uwu) way. But rather in a "These people will loathe me if I allow myself the freedom of expression." And also just a general lack of social understanding.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Will totally open conversations with things like "Have you ever seen the skeleton of an under-developed siamese twin salamander?"
☆゚.*・。゚━ Like… NO…????? BUT I WOULD LOVE TO??
☆゚.*・。゚━ VERY sentimental in his own way. He keeps every gift he's given, all sorted and carefully tended for and cleaned, he has a little box of items that remind him of his loved ones, he makes playlists for people, his gifts are always extremely well thought out and special (and always hand crafted/grown) and he makes playlists specifically with people in mind.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He likes singing. ALOT. He just never does it around people. If you're lucky though, you may catch him singing various songs to himself while working or tending to his plants.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He's the best god damned Just Dance player you will EVER meet.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He puts great effort into his appearance, which is something he only started to do after he met you :3
☆゚.*・。゚━ He has constant phantom pains. They can flare up quite badly sometimes, to the point where he physically can't move without causing himself to chirp in pain.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Before he didn't care much. He never takes off his costume. Ever. Even around the other circus cast.
☆゚.*・。゚━ For two main reasons. 1: The scars all over his body, specifically his back. He used to have wings, but when in the old circus, he pissed off the ringmaster and they were ripped off and sold on stage as punishment (in my headcannons, it's because he was protecting his wife (my oc) BUT YOU CAN TOTALLY IGNORE THIS) and 2: He's the least human looking character out of everyone. He's litterally a giant bird (I may show my design for him if anyone is interested) and as such while under the old ringleader was the most ridiculed. He carried the belief that he was in the simplest terms "a hideous beast" for centuries.
☆゚.*・。゚━ It's less of an insecurity than rather just an observation he had made. The numbers added up too much, and in science, unless you're given a dramatic anomaly, you usually settle with the facts established by numbers.
☆゚.*・。゚━ This changed however when you saw him by accident. In one of the very few times he took off his mask, you had come in, and the way you lit up… it made no sense to him. That was not the correct reaction.
☆゚.*・。゚━ When he's flustered, happy or prideful, his feathers puff up, as does his chest, which is slightly visible under his thick clothes.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He often finds himself flexing the muscles of his back, instinct telling him to flare out his wings. Ehem. Hey, they're there in spirit I guess.
☆゚.*・。゚━ EXTREMELY good at art, and has a real knack for capturing people's likeness.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Can speak multiple languages, with his native being Brazilian Portuguese, sand then he learnt russian, English, Spanish, french, Hawaiian, Afrikaans, German and mandarin. He's learning Japanese though.
☆゚.*・。゚━ You know how his parents are dead? Yeah that was him.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He LOVES collecting things. Bones, stones, plants, teeth, cutesy little animal figurines, and solutions.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He loves snakes, but has an instinctual fear of them. Stomps on them like a secretary bird and then spends the whole day trying to bring it back or just feeling bad.
☆゚.*・。゚━ REALLY loves animals, but his favourites are Condors (he relates to them and their huge ass wings remind him of his), Tarantulas, Hermit crabs and goblin sharks.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Autism.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He loves heavy metal because he can feel the emotion and vibrations behind it. He fucking hates love songs or songs about sex though. (Me too bruh, me too 🧡💛🤍🩵💙)
☆゚.*・。゚━ Very strict about everyone's health care, except his own. He unintentionally neglects himself alot.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He has been known to works and experiment untill he's passed out on the table.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Loves nesting and making said nest pretty for his partner. He worked hard to earn their admiration, he will NOT let that fade because of his lackluster husbanding.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He's insecure about his absolutely gargantuan pp (FYM 25 INCHES, THAT'S THE LENGTH OF MY WHOLE FUCKING AAARRRNMNM) because like… 8 inches can cause permanent erve damage in a vajajan. THAT'S NOT FITTING ANYWHERE. And like… I can't see him liking anything to do with butts. He knows too much about how they work. He's nicked the bowels of animals too many times during dissections. Actually I can see him on the Asexual spectrum. That or Demisexual? Definitely demiromantic. No doubt. Remember guys: big dick ≠ high sex drive.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He's been invited to have sex with people before and he's always hated the idea. I don't know you, why on earth would I want to do that? That kind of thing. He's mostly confused, but also faintly insulted?
☆゚.*・。゚━ He doesn't swear like ever. I LITTERALLY can't see him doing it, even if he's been stabbed 89 times.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He's afraid of Pierrot because of 1: his strength, and 2: his mental instability.
☆゚.*・。゚━ I need to stop yapping
☆゚.*・。゚━ I'M MAKING A PART TWO BECAUSE I COULD GENUINELY TALK ABOUT HIM FOR HOURS UPON DAYS I LOVE HIM.
Anyway, here's some SMAUs.
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May i request Mc with a cat who is EXTREMELY clingy, follows them, never leaves Mc's side and the blows get jealous (Yes i'm asking this because my cat does this)
🥨- Anon
HELLOOOO pretzel anon, lovely to finally accept one of your requests! (Sorry this took me so long to do, it was just a little touchy because this is exactly what my cat was like. Man I miss that fuffster.)
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I’m genuinely addicted to your smaus I love them SO much. I’ve had a scenario stick in my head for a bit: what if m/c texted the tfc cast that they’re being followed, harassed, etc. but when they actually get to where they are they find the creep barely intact, possibly dead. Like mc just stopped thinking and fought haymaker hard. Anyways Ilysm and have a delicious rest of your day.
So… I wrote this… completely unaware that my dyslexic ass had misread your prompt completely. I am so sorry dude.
But I have written significantly too much to abandon this now, so I'll post this, and then tag you in the correct fic set. AGAIN I AM SO SORRY ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽
So this is the actual prompt for this fic set:
"MC texts the circus members asking for help because they're being followed, and when they get there, the MC is mauled. "Looks like they got into a fight with a harvester" (that's what I read)."
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Warning, this one is dark and sad. Extra dark and sad✨
Why this song? TW for brief mentions of suicide.
I'm mentioning why I chose this specific song because of one thing, the context. I feel that it's crucial for understanding the true emotions behind the sound. And story is quite simple. This song was made to portray the artist's emotion after they found out their girlfriend had commit suicide. It completely changes the way the sounds blend together into a melody of pure anguish which I thought would be perfect for this fic set.
Pierrot:
☆゚.*・。゚━ The second you texted him he was booking it to your location, blood in his mind, regardless of if he was in costume or not. Fuck everyone that saw him. You were more important.
☆゚.*・。゚━ His mind immediately skipped to the worst things. Were you being attacked, kidnapped or worse? Not his beloved- not you. He wouldn't let that be you.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He couldn't bear to have another person he loved so deeply die because he could do nothing about it.
☆゚.*・。゚━ And so when he saw you lying there, bleeding out… His soul caved in.
☆゚.*・。゚━ You were his world his everything… and you were dying.
- "MY LOVE- No- nonononoNONONONO! LOOK AT ME, PLEASE! JUST LOOK AT ME!"
☆゚.*・。゚━ He gripped at your face, hands trembling as he moved your head up so you can look at him. The anxiety spiked when he saw the emptiness behind your eyes.
☆゚.*・。゚━ It was a blur from then on, he could hardly remember what had happened a few seconds ago, like his memories were hidden behind a thick veil of smoke that choked up his thoughts. All he knew was that your blood was soaked into his clothes, and you were in that dark tent. He wouldn't leave your side.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Why did they want him to leave your side?!
"GET GO OF ME!!"
"I'M NOT LEAVING THEM!!"
"If you don't get out it'll be your fault they died, you fucking idiot!!"
"I need quiet."
"Pierrot, calm down, they'll be fine if you just wait outside."
"GET OFF OF ME!!! I'M NOT LEAVING THEIR SIDE!!"
☆゚.*・。゚━ It took Jester holding him down and Doctor sedative him with as much sedative as he safely could before he actually knocked out.
☆゚.*・。゚━ In the time wasted though… It's likely you died. There was probably very little that could have been done anyway.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Were you to live, expect to live with a feral dog beside you 24/7, growling with his whole chest at anyone that comes near you. And that's IF you're allowed out of the circus.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Reminder that Pierrot isn't a squishy little baby. That is canonically a façade he puts up to seem less intimidating to you. He is infact a love crazed monster who's killed and eaten well over a thousand humans, often alive, and will continue to. And he kidnaps you in a route. He is NOT innocent.
☆゚.*・。゚━ And regardless of if you live or not, your attackers feel that in full. And unfortunately you do too. His obsession goes to actual insanity levels, to the point where he has to be talked down by the other circus members, who are getting really concerned.
☆゚.*・。゚━ However, if the more likely of the two outcomes were to happen…
☆゚.*・。゚━ Your death was his fault, he had decided. Pierrot, in the first hours, fell into pure mania, making every attempt that he could at ripping out his own throat. The following ones were full of him constantly checking your corpse, making sure that… maybe doctor was wrong. Maybe you weren't dead. Maybe it was doctor's fault.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Then came the maddening denial.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Unlike with Columbina, he did not move on over time and accept your death. You stayed with him. Because if he couldn't join you, he refused to let you die. He has doctor turn you into a doll, something even he was hesitant about because of his mental state, but Pierrot used his strength over him to his advantage. He never hurt him. But he intimidated him into doing this.
☆゚.*・。゚━ That way you'll be together untill he can be with your soul again!
☆゚.*・。゚━ Isn't that romantic? Surely you would revel in delight at his devoted acts.
☆゚.*・。゚━ It got to the point that… he genuinely forced himself to believe that you were still alive.
☆゚.*・。゚━ How were his family to even begin to help him out of that pit?
Harlequin:
- "You're fine. You're fine. Pretend you're fine. You're not worried. Stop being so pathetic."
☆゚.*・。゚━ Harlequin was muttering to himself under his breath as he moved swiftly through the streets through shadows.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Your texts had scared him, admittedly. He was worried for you. But this was just a bad prank right?
☆゚.*・。゚━ The second he smelt blood… he knew it wasn't. Because that was the smell of your blood. And that was when he started to really panic.
☆゚.*・。゚━ When he found you, it was immediate, checking you over, finding the wounds and just staring. It's hard to breathe.
☆゚.*・。゚━ His mask had slipped.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He choked on his breath, frantically trying to scoop you up as gently and painlessly as possible. He was completely silent the whole time, thoughts frantically swirling in his head.
☆゚.*・。゚━ That was untill he reached the cyan tent.
"DOCTOR!!"
"Harlequin, do not yell like-… I see. Lay them down."
☆゚.*・。゚━ He's silent, watching as Doctor operates on you,assisting him if he needs it, like handing him tools, holding open wounds, whatever it takes.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He's trying not to cry. But he's having a really, really hard time.
☆゚.*・。゚━ If you lived, he'd, in his own way, watch over you at all times. He'd dismiss it as:
"You're just too pretty to leave alone."
☆゚.*・。゚━ In a joking manner.
☆゚.*・。゚━ But in reality he slowly becomes more and more obsessed with the idea of keeping you safe, and near to him. He honestly starts going mad if you're apart from him for too long.
☆゚.*・。゚━ If you die, he immediately blames Doctor, even if he knows it wasn't his fault. But he won't let anyone see him grieving. He's quieter, less inclined to joke, but he acts as if you never existed. Which is why, whenever someone brings you up, the snappiness and rage that follows is so jarring.
☆゚.*・。゚━ People ask if he's okay, and he scoffs and acts as if he has no clue what they're talking about. But the truth is, he can't help but lie awake at night and hate himself. Because the truth is he knows it's not Doctor's fault. It's his. He should have been faster to get you to him. He shouldn't have wasted time replying.
☆゚.*・。゚━ "What if"s fill his head 24/7, because yet again… he was behind the death of someone he loved.
☆゚.*・。゚━ And this time it was for nothing at all.
☆゚.*・。゚━ I don't think he'd want to live with that reality.
Ticket taker:
☆゚.*・。゚━ He's seriously not messing around.
☆゚.*・。゚━ You text him that you need help and he's there, not wasting time panicking.
☆゚.*・。゚━ You're brought to doctor extremely quickly, and while his exterior is completely blank, composed and calm, as he watches your guts be sewn back up, on the inside this man is about to be ill.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He's very methodical with everything he does, hating messes. This however was a mess he caused, he had convinced himself. And when he finally is told to leave (because his rapid heartbeat was distracting), he is a MESS.
☆゚.*・。゚━ If you lived, he's constantly by your side when you're healing, to the point where Doctor is getting a little irritated by him always being there.
☆゚.*・。゚━ But he respects his wishes and leaves, only to watch them through the mirrors in his tent.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He reacts the least insane out of everyone. He's much more careful with you, but it's not suffocating. But he gets severe anxiety afterwards.
"Are you sure it is nessecary to leave at such a late hour?"
"Yes, I understand that you have work tomorrow."
"Allow me to escort you, please."
☆゚.*・。゚━ If you die however…
☆゚.*・。゚━ I headcannon that Columbina was his daughter. And I also headcannon that this man represses his emotions to hell and back. He doesn't let himself cry. he doesn't let himself process these emotions.
☆゚.*・。゚━ I can't see him moving on.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He'd act like he had. But he'd refuse to touch anything that was yours.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He constantly finds himself waiting for you, going to your favourite spots in search of you and when he doesn't find you he feels that grief all over again.
☆゚.*・。゚━ But this time he can't hide it, nor can he handle the grief.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Jester picks up on the changes in his friend but in the end what he says isn't nearly enough.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Ticket Taker slowly just becomes a silent husk for a few weeks not even doing his job in the circus any longer. He just sits in his tent and drowns in misery. Mourning you.
☆゚.*・。゚━ you were a pain that always caused him trouble, but he missed you, desperately. He felt mad, but was blind to just how bad his mental state had gotten, and it took a thorough talk from Doctor and Jester to actually get him to be himself to a degree again.
☆゚.*・。゚━ In the end he doesn't actively grieve you, but it's more of a passive anguish that swallows him whole.
Doctor:
☆゚.*・。゚━ He doesn't check his phone much, but it's times like thid that he was glad he had his notifications on.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He'd been dissecting a specimen, inspecting it's muscular structure and the mutations it had, when he got a notification. He was a little irritated at first, as it had caused him to mess up an incision due to the vibrations.
☆゚.*・。゚━ However when he checked and saw it was you, he relaxed… right up untill he read your texts. And in a split second, blood rushed to his head and his eyes were a visceral red.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Uncommon opinion, I think Doctor wouldn't be particularly protective of his partner/mate, not unless they clearly show him they want or need help. However when he is angered or his lover's life or wellbeing is threatened, every single entity involved in the situation will be hearing boss music.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He's there in mere MINUTES, and wastes no time at all. He applies pressure to the wounds in your torso and hides you in his cloak, rushing back to his tent. He'd catch the culprits in a second but you…
☆゚.*・。゚━ His hands were shaking. They didn't do that, he was a surgeon, they don't shake, why were they shaking? His heart rate. That was why, and adrenaline. He focused on analysing his biological reactions and how to calm them when he couldn't actively help you.
"Sweetie. Focus on your breath.
"Try not to move your stomach."
"Focus, Sweetie. FOCUS. Focus or you will die."
☆゚.*・。゚━ He usually loves getting thrills like this, using it as an opportunity to study the subconscious and emotional responses. But he hated this. This feeling. That heavy sinking dread. He couldn't recall the last time he felt it, no matter how hard he tried. Had he even felt it this strongly before? He was panicking.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Now. Here's where the split happens.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He is a brilliant doctor. Despite his unconventional methods, he knows what he's doing and he's damn good at it.
☆゚.*・。゚━ But… your wounds are severe. Your stomach lining was ripped after being stabbed in the torso about six or so times, you have several broken ribs, a broken nose, broken wrists, you have a ghastly rip in your torso that was so deep that in order to reach your stomach, he had no need to make an incision.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Your stomach acid was leaking out of the wounds.
☆゚.*・。゚━ I don't think that's survivable, regardless of medical practice, because please, allow me to inform you that wounds that affect the stomach are extremely, extremely dangerous. Your stomach acid is digesting your flesh from the inside out and destroying everything all while you're choking on your own blood filled vomit.
☆゚.*・。゚━ But let's say if he somehow manages to save your life, the second he's out of the tent that was now scattered with loose feathers, and you're stable enough for him to leave your side, he looks down at his gloves hands, drenched in your blood and stomach acid and he just starts shaking. Eyes can't focus, his breathing much too fast for any biological benefit, he was choking on the air his mask refused to let in, and so he ripped it off. And that's when he saw the tears that had been pouring down his face, that he had never even noticed.
☆゚.*・。゚━ His beak can't open wide enough when inhaling, the oxygen lack makes him dizzy. His eyes can't see anything. His heart- Fuck his heartbeat- he could see it slamming against his chest.
☆゚.*・。゚━ if he still had his wings, they would have caught him, but he was allowed to crumble to the ground, crimson and cyan feathers puffing up as his chest heaved and clenched.
☆゚.*・。゚━ The anxiety was swallowing him whole, no matter how confident in his medical abilities he was. He became a doctor to protect those he care for. What if he had failed with you?
☆゚.*・。゚━ He stays by your side, gently stroking your head once he's calmed down, gently caring for you in the softest way he could.
"Are you comfortable, Sweetie? Please, inform me of any discomforts."
☆゚.*・。゚━ he's constantly monitoring your health, more than usual, and has vivid nightmares.
"Please ignore me. I did not intend to wake you. I simply… I wanted to check on you."
☆゚.*・。゚━ And what if you had infact died?
☆゚.*・。゚━ Contrary to popular belief, I believe that Doctor would, once alone, fall into the deepest pit of despair, just about as deep as Pierrot's.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Birds pull out their feathers when stressed, or depressed, and I can't see him not doing this.
☆゚.*・。゚━ The whole of his nest and floor is littered in slight bloody feathers. But he keeps the extra nice ones, the few that hold colou despite the nutritional drought they had been enduring ever since your death. And he lays them in a box, along with whatever pretty or interesting things he thinks you would have liked. That box sits beside a tenderly cared for picture of you.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He was always good at capturing your likeness in his art. He was especially glad to have that now. Even if your features were starting to blur.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He'd fall into working mostly, inflicting the same wounds on test subjects and trying to save them, partly to try see if there was anything he could have actually done, and partly to make other humans suffer the way you did. If he never manages to save one, he slowly comes to accept the reality of what happened. But he'd have to be stopped by basically everyone to make sure he doesn't turn your corpse into a doll.
☆゚.*・。゚━ But if he were to ever succeed, even once… He'd pause everything immediately and just… stop. Staring at the fully healed, living subject, a mockery of what you were not. Proving that it was infact his fault that you were dead, because he failed… in a moment of pure madness, rage and grief, his large hands gripped the patient by the skull and slammed in into the ground, skull bursting open like a pumpkin.
☆゚.*・。゚━ The only reason he doesn't go completely insane and kill everything in sight is because he's being held back by litterally everyone in the circus, but he's fighting, vocal chords burning from the screeches that left his throat. And when he finally gives up, he crumbles to the ground, crying quietly, choking on his breath.
"It was my fault- I- I could have done it-"
☆゚.*・。゚━ You know how swans sometimes die from despair when their mates die?
"Sweetie…"
I felt like drawing his crashout ♡
Jester:
☆゚.*・。゚━ When you texted him, he completely ignored you, thinking this to be some stupid joke or attempt at harming him and his family, as predicted of humans, but then the minutes passed and the last thing you had sent was your location. It didn't feel fake.
☆゚.*・。゚━ His is interesting.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He hates you, don't get overzealous there, but he also loves his family. He knows you are extremely precious to every other member of the circus, and now you are basically dead, and it is his fault.
"… Why did you reach out to me?"
"You know I hate you. Why?"
☆゚.*・。゚━ He'd take you to Doctor, but I think he'd take so long deciding what to do that you'd end up being dead on arrival.
☆゚.*・。゚━ What was he to do? Should he hide this from them? They'd find out eventually… Maybe turn them into a fool? And what if they saw their face? Pretend he never knew at all??? That one was tempting.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He'd stand there, listening to you choke on your own blood for about ten minutes before finally picking you up and going to doctor at a pace nothing more than brisk, but only after covering all traces of evidence and finding an alternative route away from all eyes and cameras.
☆゚.*・。゚━ They'd be leaving town the very next day. Nobody could find out about what happened.
☆゚.*・。゚━ But he'd keep the truth hidden for centuries. That it was entirely his fault the first human to be kind to his family was dead.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Come to think of it…
☆゚.*・。゚━ He didn't actually think you as an individual were that bad…
-----+* (*˘︶˘*).。*♡ CoCoOcelot! +*-----
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I’m genuinely addicted to your smaus I love them SO much. I’ve had a scenario stick in my head for a bit: what if m/c texted the tfc cast that they’re being followed, harassed, etc. but when they actually get to where they are they find the creep barely intact, possibly dead. Like mc just stopped thinking and fought haymaker hard. Anyways Ilysm and have a delicious rest of your day.
So… I wrote this… completely unaware that my dyslexic ass had misread your prompt completely. I am so sorry dude.
But I have written significantly too much to abandon this now, so I'll post this, and then tag you in the correct fic set. AGAIN I AM SO SORRY ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽
So this is the actual prompt for this fic set:
"MC texts the circus members asking for help because they're being followed, and when they get there, the MC is mauled. "Looks like they got into a fight with a harvester" (that's what I read)."
PART 1 OF THE SPECIAL
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Warning, this one is dark and sad. Extra dark and sad✨
Why this song? TW for brief mentions of suicide.
I'm mentioning why I chose this specific song because of one thing, the context. I feel that it's crucial for understanding the true emotions behind the sound. And story is quite simple. This song was made to portray the artist's emotion after they found out their girlfriend had commit suicide. It completely changes the way the sounds blend together into a melody of pure anguish which I thought would be perfect for this fic set.
Pierrot:
☆゚.*・。゚━ The second you texted him he was booking it to your location, blood in his mind, regardless of if he was in costume or not. Fuck everyone that saw him. You were more important.
☆゚.*・。゚━ His mind immediately skipped to the worst things. Were you being attacked, kidnapped or worse? Not his beloved- not you. He wouldn't let that be you.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He couldn't bear to have another person he loved so deeply die because he could do nothing about it.
☆゚.*・。゚━ And so when he saw you lying there, bleeding out… His soul caved in.
☆゚.*・。゚━ You were his world his everything… and you were dying.
- "MY LOVE- No- nonononoNONONONO! LOOK AT ME, PLEASE! JUST LOOK AT ME!"
☆゚.*・。゚━ He gripped at your face, hands trembling as he moved your head up so you can look at him. The anxiety spiked when he saw the emptiness behind your eyes.
☆゚.*・。゚━ It was a blur from then on, he could hardly remember what had happened a few seconds ago, like his memories were hidden behind a thick veil of smoke that choked up his thoughts. All he knew was that your blood was soaked into his clothes, and you were in that dark tent. He wouldn't leave your side.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Why did they want him to leave your side?!
"GET GO OF ME!!"
"I'M NOT LEAVING THEM!!"
"If you don't get out it'll be your fault they died, you fucking idiot!!"
"I need quiet."
"Pierrot, calm down, they'll be fine if you just wait outside."
"GET OFF OF ME!!! I'M NOT LEAVING THEIR SIDE!!"
☆゚.*・。゚━ It took Jester holding him down and Doctor sedative him with as much sedative as he safely could before he actually knocked out.
☆゚.*・。゚━ In the time wasted though… It's likely you died. There was probably very little that could have been done anyway.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Were you to live, expect to live with a feral dog beside you 24/7, growling with his whole chest at anyone that comes near you. And that's IF you're allowed out of the circus.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Reminder that Pierrot isn't a squishy little baby. That is canonically a façade he puts up to seem less intimidating to you. He is infact a love crazed monster who's killed and eaten well over a thousand humans, often alive, and will continue to. And he kidnaps you in a route. He is NOT innocent.
☆゚.*・。゚━ And regardless of if you live or not, your attackers feel that in full. And unfortunately you do too. His obsession goes to actual insanity levels, to the point where he has to be talked down by the other circus members, who are getting really concerned.
☆゚.*・。゚━ However, if the more likely of the two outcomes were to happen…
☆゚.*・。゚━ Your death was his fault, he had decided. Pierrot, in the first hours, fell into pure mania, making every attempt that he could at ripping out his own throat. The following ones were full of him constantly checking your corpse, making sure that… maybe doctor was wrong. Maybe you weren't dead. Maybe it was doctor's fault.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Then came the maddening denial.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Unlike with Columbina, he did not move on over time and accept your death. You stayed with him. Because if he couldn't join you, he refused to let you die. He has doctor turn you into a doll, something even he was hesitant about because of his mental state, but Pierrot used his strength over him to his advantage. He never hurt him. But he intimidated him into doing this.
☆゚.*・。゚━ That way you'll be together untill he can be with your soul again!
☆゚.*・。゚━ Isn't that romantic? Surely you would revel in delight at his devoted acts.
☆゚.*・。゚━ It got to the point that… he genuinely forced himself to believe that you were still alive.
☆゚.*・。゚━ How were his family to even begin to help him out of that pit?
Harlequin:
- "You're fine. You're fine. Pretend you're fine. You're not worried. Stop being so pathetic."
☆゚.*・。゚━ Harlequin was muttering to himself under his breath as he moved swiftly through the streets through shadows.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Your texts had scared him, admittedly. He was worried for you. But this was just a bad prank right?
☆゚.*・。゚━ The second he smelt blood… he knew it wasn't. Because that was the smell of your blood. And that was when he started to really panic.
☆゚.*・。゚━ When he found you, it was immediate, checking you over, finding the wounds and just staring. It's hard to breathe.
☆゚.*・。゚━ His mask had slipped.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He choked on his breath, frantically trying to scoop you up as gently and painlessly as possible. He was completely silent the whole time, thoughts frantically swirling in his head.
☆゚.*・。゚━ That was untill he reached the cyan tent.
"DOCTOR!!"
"Harlequin, do not yell like-… I see. Lay them down."
☆゚.*・。゚━ He's silent, watching as Doctor operates on you,assisting him if he needs it, like handing him tools, holding open wounds, whatever it takes.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He's trying not to cry. But he's having a really, really hard time.
☆゚.*・。゚━ If you lived, he'd, in his own way, watch over you at all times. He'd dismiss it as:
"You're just too pretty to leave alone."
☆゚.*・。゚━ In a joking manner.
☆゚.*・。゚━ But in reality he slowly becomes more and more obsessed with the idea of keeping you safe, and near to him. He honestly starts going mad if you're apart from him for too long.
☆゚.*・。゚━ If you die, he immediately blames Doctor, even if he knows it wasn't his fault. But he won't let anyone see him grieving. He's quieter, less inclined to joke, but he acts as if you never existed. Which is why, whenever someone brings you up, the snappiness and rage that follows is so jarring.
☆゚.*・。゚━ People ask if he's okay, and he scoffs and acts as if he has no clue what they're talking about. But the truth is, he can't help but lie awake at night and hate himself. Because the truth is he knows it's not Doctor's fault. It's his. He should have been faster to get you to him. He shouldn't have wasted time replying.
☆゚.*・。゚━ "What if"s fill his head 24/7, because yet again… he was behind the death of someone he loved.
☆゚.*・。゚━ And this time it was for nothing at all.
☆゚.*・。゚━ I don't think he'd want to live with that reality.
Ticket taker:
☆゚.*・。゚━ He's seriously not messing around.
☆゚.*・。゚━ You text him that you need help and he's there, not wasting time panicking.
☆゚.*・。゚━ You're brought to doctor extremely quickly, and while his exterior is completely blank, composed and calm, as he watches your guts be sewn back up, on the inside this man is about to be ill.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He's very methodical with everything he does, hating messes. This however was a mess he caused, he had convinced himself. And when he finally is told to leave (because his rapid heartbeat was distracting), he is a MESS.
☆゚.*・。゚━ If you lived, he's constantly by your side when you're healing, to the point where Doctor is getting a little irritated by him always being there.
☆゚.*・。゚━ But he respects his wishes and leaves, only to watch them through the mirrors in his tent.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He reacts the least insane out of everyone. He's much more careful with you, but it's not suffocating. But he gets severe anxiety afterwards.
"Are you sure it is nessecary to leave at such a late hour?"
"Yes, I understand that you have work tomorrow."
"Allow me to escort you, please."
☆゚.*・。゚━ If you die however…
☆゚.*・。゚━ I headcannon that Columbina was his daughter. And I also headcannon that this man represses his emotions to hell and back. He doesn't let himself cry. he doesn't let himself process these emotions.
☆゚.*・。゚━ I can't see him moving on.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He'd act like he had. But he'd refuse to touch anything that was yours.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He constantly finds himself waiting for you, going to your favourite spots in search of you and when he doesn't find you he feels that grief all over again.
☆゚.*・。゚━ But this time he can't hide it, nor can he handle the grief.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Jester picks up on the changes in his friend but in the end what he says isn't nearly enough.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Ticket Taker slowly just becomes a silent husk for a few weeks not even doing his job in the circus any longer. He just sits in his tent and drowns in misery. Mourning you.
☆゚.*・。゚━ you were a pain that always caused him trouble, but he missed you, desperately. He felt mad, but was blind to just how bad his mental state had gotten, and it took a thorough talk from Doctor and Jester to actually get him to be himself to a degree again.
☆゚.*・。゚━ In the end he doesn't actively grieve you, but it's more of a passive anguish that swallows him whole.
Doctor:
☆゚.*・。゚━ He doesn't check his phone much, but it's times like thid that he was glad he had his notifications on.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He'd been dissecting a specimen, inspecting it's muscular structure and the mutations it had, when he got a notification. He was a little irritated at first, as it had caused him to mess up an incision due to the vibrations.
☆゚.*・。゚━ However when he checked and saw it was you, he relaxed… right up untill he read your texts. And in a split second, blood rushed to his head and his eyes were a visceral red.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Uncommon opinion, I think Doctor wouldn't be particularly protective of his partner/mate, not unless they clearly show him they want or need help. However when he is angered or his lover's life or wellbeing is threatened, every single entity involved in the situation will be hearing boss music.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He's there in mere MINUTES, and wastes no time at all. He applies pressure to the wounds in your torso and hides you in his cloak, rushing back to his tent. He'd catch the culprits in a second but you…
☆゚.*・。゚━ His hands were shaking. They didn't do that, he was a surgeon, they don't shake, why were they shaking? His heart rate. That was why, and adrenaline. He focused on analysing his biological reactions and how to calm them when he couldn't actively help you.
"Sweetie. Focus on your breath.
"Try not to move your stomach."
"Focus, Sweetie. FOCUS. Focus or you will die."
☆゚.*・。゚━ He usually loves getting thrills like this, using it as an opportunity to study the subconscious and emotional responses. But he hated this. This feeling. That heavy sinking dread. He couldn't recall the last time he felt it, no matter how hard he tried. Had he even felt it this strongly before? He was panicking.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Now. Here's where the split happens.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He is a brilliant doctor. Despite his unconventional methods, he knows what he's doing and he's damn good at it.
☆゚.*・。゚━ But… your wounds are severe. Your stomach lining was ripped after being stabbed in the torso about six or so times, you have several broken ribs, a broken nose, broken wrists, you have a ghastly rip in your torso that was so deep that in order to reach your stomach, he had no need to make an incision.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Your stomach acid was leaking out of the wounds.
☆゚.*・。゚━ I don't think that's survivable, regardless of medical practice, because please, allow me to inform you that wounds that affect the stomach are extremely, extremely dangerous. Your stomach acid is digesting your flesh from the inside out and destroying everything all while you're choking on your own blood filled vomit.
☆゚.*・。゚━ But let's say if he somehow manages to save your life, the second he's out of the tent that was now scattered with loose feathers, and you're stable enough for him to leave your side, he looks down at his gloves hands, drenched in your blood and stomach acid and he just starts shaking. Eyes can't focus, his breathing much too fast for any biological benefit, he was choking on the air his mask refused to let in, and so he ripped it off. And that's when he saw the tears that had been pouring down his face, that he had never even noticed.
☆゚.*・。゚━ His beak can't open wide enough when inhaling, the oxygen lack makes him dizzy. His eyes can't see anything. His heart- Fuck his heartbeat- he could see it slamming against his chest.
☆゚.*・。゚━ if he still had his wings, they would have caught him, but he was allowed to crumble to the ground, crimson and cyan feathers puffing up as his chest heaved and clenched.
☆゚.*・。゚━ The anxiety was swallowing him whole, no matter how confident in his medical abilities he was. He became a doctor to protect those he care for. What if he had failed with you?
☆゚.*・。゚━ He stays by your side, gently stroking your head once he's calmed down, gently caring for you in the softest way he could.
"Are you comfortable, Sweetie? Please, inform me of any discomforts."
☆゚.*・。゚━ he's constantly monitoring your health, more than usual, and has vivid nightmares.
"Please ignore me. I did not intend to wake you. I simply… I wanted to check on you."
☆゚.*・。゚━ And what if you had infact died?
☆゚.*・。゚━ Contrary to popular belief, I believe that Doctor would, once alone, fall into the deepest pit of despair, just about as deep as Pierrot's.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Birds pull out their feathers when stressed, or depressed, and I can't see him not doing this.
☆゚.*・。゚━ The whole of his nest and floor is littered in slight bloody feathers. But he keeps the extra nice ones, the few that hold colour despite the nutritional drought they had been enduring ever since your death. And he lays them in a box, along with whatever pretty or interesting things he thinks you would have liked. That box sits beside a tenderly cared for picture of you.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He was always good at capturing your likeness in his art. He was especially glad to have that now. Even if your features were starting to blur.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He'd fall into working mostly, inflicting the same wounds on test subjects and trying to save them, partly to try see if there was anything he could have actually done, and partly to make other humans suffer the way you did. If he never manages to save one, he slowly comes to accept the reality of what happened. But he'd have to be stopped by basically everyone to make sure he doesn't turn your corpse into a doll.
☆゚.*・。゚━ But if he were to ever succeed, even once… He'd pause everything immediately and just… stop. Staring at the fully healed, living subject, a mockery of what you were not. Proving that it was infact his fault that you were dead, because he failed… in a moment of pure madness, rage and grief, his large hands gripped the patient by the skull and slammed in into the ground, skull bursting open like a pumpkin.
☆゚.*・。゚━ The only reason he doesn't go completely insane and kill everything in sight is because he's being held back by litterally everyone in the circus, but he's fighting, vocal chords burning from the screeches that left his throat. And when he finally gives up, he crumbles to the ground, crying quietly, choking on his breath.
"It was my fault- I- I could have done it-"
☆゚.*・。゚━ You know how swans sometimes die from despair when their mates die?
"Sweetie…"
I felt like drawing his crashout ♡
Jester:
☆゚.*・。゚━ When you texted him, he completely ignored you, thinking this to be some stupid joke or attempt at harming him and his family, as predicted of humans, but then the minutes passed and the last thing you had sent was your location. It didn't feel fake.
☆゚.*・。゚━ His is interesting.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He hates you, don't get overzealous there, but he also loves his family. He knows you are extremely precious to every other member of the circus, and now you are basically dead, and it is his fault.
"… Why did you reach out to me?"
"You know I hate you. Why?"
☆゚.*・。゚━ He'd take you to Doctor, but I think he'd take so long deciding what to do that you'd end up being dead on arrival.
☆゚.*・。゚━ What was he to do? Should he hide this from them? They'd find out eventually… Maybe turn them into a fool? And what if they saw their face? Pretend he never knew at all??? That one was tempting.
☆゚.*・。゚━ He'd stand there, listening to you choke on your own blood for about ten minutes before finally picking you up and going to doctor at a pace nothing more than brisk, but only after covering all traces of evidence and finding an alternative route away from all eyes and cameras.
☆゚.*・。゚━ They'd be leaving town the very next day. Nobody could find out about what happened.
☆゚.*・。゚━ But he'd keep the truth hidden for centuries. That it was entirely his fault the first human to be kind to his family was dead.
☆゚.*・。゚━ Come to think of it…
☆゚.*・。゚━ He didn't actually think you as an individual were that bad…
-----+* (*˘︶˘*).。*♡ CoCoOcelot! +*-----
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.
Bruh. BRUH. I JUST REALISED THAT I GOT THE PROMPT FOR THE ENTIRE FIC SET I JUST WROTE COMPLETELY WRONG.
Ugh, I'll still post it, but I'll also make the correct prompt- MAN I WAS SO PROUD OF THAT TOOOOOOI IT'S HUGE. IT'S A MASSIVE SET OF HEADCANNONS AAAGGHHHHHHH