What can I get you?

My name is Emfaeri but you can just call me Em! I'm 27 and have been writing fanfiction off and on for the better part of 10 years, some of my works are popular in certain fandoms already! You might recognize some of my mannerisms but shhhh. My birthday is July 13th and a cancer and I'm honestly an open book for any other personal questions you might have.

Currently I'm only going to write for The Freak Circus and I will take requests soon!

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Hey y'all! Sorry for the inactivity, been caught up with work, life, love, and my inability to focus on multiple hobbies. But! It's time to get back in the saddle and start brewing some of my headcanons!

I also subscribe to the idea of the boys' horns being sensitive, although I like to think it's different for all of them, so here's a mini drabble for the boys when you touch their horns during intimate moments.

Tags: Gender Neutral reader, NSFW, monster fucking (obviously), blowjobs, biting, blood play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampies

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

No thank you for indulging me! Honestly I feel really bad for putting this on the back burner for two weeks but I promise I'm planning on writing more once I get a break from family and work.

I know the last fanfic blog I ran I got burnt out after a year of just constant posting so I'm trying to take my time with this one so I can work on my writing skills and creativity. I know just how much fanfiction can mean to someone going through a rough patch or just a bad day can mean, and I take pride in knowing that I can help people out with my hyper fixations!

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I'm so glad you liked it! When I'm writing something gender neutral I try my best to keep it strictly gender neutral. I personally cannot stand it when I'm reading a fic that's written with a specific demographic in mind and it just loosely follows it or has slip ups. I'm all about inclusivity and immersion when it comes to fics.

I feel like fic writers really have to realize that some people rely on their works to escape the struggles and stresses of life and honestly nothing is worse than having a rough day and trying to unwind with a fic only for it to be written sloppily or it just be misleading. (Honestly one of the big reasons I started writing again for this fandom)

I also have no problems in writing for different genders! I try to keep all of my works gender neutral unless otherwise specified, and I tend to generalize things to keep them as inclusive as possible for everyone's enjoyment. I'm considering fully opening my requests to motivate me to write more consistently. Life has been an absolute rollercoaster for me lately but I do miss writing about our favorite clown boys!

Sorry for the inactivity! Life has been a bit busy for me, with starting a new job, spending time with family, and some romance sprinkled in (never thought I'd have a real life slow burn 'friends to lovers'), my mind has been all over the place.

But it's time to celebrate our favorite green boy! Just like in Pierrot's birthday post, I'll divide these headcanons into three parts, personal, troupe, and mc/reader!

Tags: Harlequin's struggle with self worth, mentions of depression, slightly suggestive

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

Personal

Shortly after Pierrot's birthday is when the birthday dread hits him hard. He's not a fan of anything about himself let alone his birthday. He'll often just rot in bed until Jester or Ticket Taker tell him to get ready for his celebration.

Honestly he hates the special attention he gets on this day but puts on a top quality performance for the sake of everyone else. He hates how he feels like he has to repay any kind gesture or gift he receives.

Occasionally if things get too quiet he'll get lost in his own head, often beating himself up about having people go out of the way for him, how the troupe are only doing this out of obligation, how he'd much rather just be in bed or fishing.

During down time will sneak off to wander the town, pickpocketing the locals, browsing shops, fishing, even going to bars on occasions. Bar fights are the best distraction for a busy mind, sometimes even letting them get a few hits in.

He tries to get back to the circus before arousing suspicion but one time after an especially rough mental health birthday he was gone pretty much the entire day and night. After searching for him, Pierrot found him under an overpass by a river, disheveled, drunk, feral. His monstrous form leaking out of his uniform along with tears that refused to yield. Neither of them talked about that night but it pained Pierrot to see his childhood friend in such a state, as much as he'd hate to admit it.

Troupe

Jester and Ticket Taker are aware of Harlequin's internal struggle, but Jester is normally the one to give him reassurance in private. Often giving him a chance to plan out his special day, or console him if the birthday depression hits him especially hard. Ticket Taker often works behind the scenes in getting Harlequin dishes and treats he enjoys.

Pierrot begrudgingly cooks him his favorite meals in place of a cake, taking breaks when the spices hit his lungs especially hard. Often getting any requests for the year from Ticket Taker.

Despite not liking any sweets the troupe still comes up with something for him to call a cake, normally just an assortment of cupcakes or brownies, something that can easily be divvied up. Although it's a hit or miss on whether or not the birthday boy has a bite.

The Doctor senses Harlequin's mental battles, much to his annoyance, and offers him a notebook to "document any unusual thoughts or feelings for a clearer diagnosis," but never actually bothers to retrieve it. Effectively tricking Harlequin into journaling his feelings is one of the Doctor's greatest achievements.

Pierrot cares deeply about Harlequin despite this rivalry when it comes to MC, even going as far as to consider him to be a brother. So he often will go out of his way to get Harlequin a personalized gift, a nicer tackle box, something that reminds him of their childhood, but the one gift that really stuck with Harlequin was just a simple fish, just like old times.

Reader

His usual flirty banter stops when you wish him a happy birthday. How could such a sweet creature say something so, disgusting. He tries his best to compose his reaction and switches his script to the "spoiled birthday boy" routine. Playing up any inconvenience or jab you might give him with something along the lines of "my my, you are cruel, on my birthday of all days?"

Regardless of the gift you give him, flowers, a home cooked meal, stuffed animal, a handmade knick knack, he cherishes every little detail, in private of course. He'll even eat any sweets you give him despite his adversion, making sure you get a proper earful for next time.

The entire day spent with you is a cocktail of emotions. Going from his usual teasing self to feeling like you're just putting on a show for him. His internal battles sometimes rise to the surface often leading to a gentle heart to heart and you show him just how much he's loved.

"Don't you think I deserve a little something more on my special day?~" he hums against your neck, his claws teasing at the hem of your pants threatening to take what he knows is rightfully his. "I think you'd made a beautiful gift to unwrap, my dear," his tendrils slithering to restrict your movements if you dare to pull away. If you indulge his sweet tooth, make sure you don't have anything else to do for the next 20 hours.

He doesn't know why he did it, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head against the back of your neck, breathing in your soothing scent. Any protests you may give him fall on deaf ears as he just makes himself comfortable with you in his lap, even going as far as to use his tendrils to lazily pin you against him. His body shuddering at the peace you give his restless mind as his silent tears stain the back of your shirt. If you comfort him through this with a gentle touch or sweet words you might send him over the edge and get him to open up to you just a little more.

I chugged a margarita and had a wine cooler chaser on an empty stomach. (Don't worry, I had a bomb ass Italian sub in between). Fun fact about me is that I get extremely affectionate and flirty when I'm drunk, so here's some NSFW headcanons about our favorite circus boys.

Y'all are not ready for the level of monster fucker I'm about to out myself for.

If you see any grammatical errors, nuh uh, we're letting the coochie type this one. I'm also doing this all in one sitting and letting auto correct light the way.

Tags: NSFW, pet play, hunter/prey, breeding ofc, oviposition, wax play, temp play, tentacles, overstimulation, edging, shibari, praise kinks, gentle dom, mirror sex, knife play, degradation, spanking/impact play, marking, body worship, annnnnnd blood play

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

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In celebration for Pierrot's birthday here's some of my headcanons for his special day!

I'm going to divide it into three parts, troupe, MC/Reader, and personal time! (same post don't worry!)

Enjoy this special order of our special lover boy~

Tags: SFW, suggestive towards reader~, overall sweetness, uncharacteristically sweet Harlequin

Pierrot

Personal

Pierrot is the type to never forget his family's birthdays, but always forgets when his own sneaks up on him. He bakes cakes for everyone in the troupe for their special days and takes great pride in his skills as a cake decorator, always trying to outdo his previous work.

He cherishes how those close to him treat him with kindness and treats any gifts with reverence, whether they be physical or acts of kindness.

He's a chronic people pleaser, so any time he has the option of a choice he usually chooses something that the majority would like. It takes some reassurance for him to start making decisions for himself, especially on his special day.

Troupe

Jester tends to let all of the troupe members' responsibilities pause for their special days. Even going as far as allowing them to sleep in. The first couple of years, however, were definitely a learning experience for Jester. Pierrot would always bolt out of his tent hastily dressing himself in his uniform believing he was carelessly late. After an incident involving a panicking blur of red and an unsuspecting support beam of a neighboring tent, Jester ultimately decided on waking Pierrot himself.

"Good morning, Pierrot. You may go back to sleep if you wish. We will properly celebrate your day when you awaken."

Jester usually offers to brush Pierrot's hair unprompted, letting Pierrot ramble about whatever pops into his mind. If it's a quiet day, he'll often question Pierrot on what he would like out of the day and do his best to meet those expectations.

In the beginning Pierrot would lie awake in his bed for hours, his excitement rivaling that of a child on Christmas. Later on in the years, however, he would take advantage of the extra rest. Whether it be getting a few more hours of sleep or just alone time to his interests.

Ticket Taker mans the helm in the kitchen in Pierrot's absence, including the baking of his cake. Meticulously preparing the cake the same way every year was definitely impressive enough as it is, let alone when the cake was cut into. A strawberry and vanilla cake with rich chocolate buttercream topped with freshly cut cherries and strawberries, layers separated with a sweet strawberry filling.

Harlequin begrudgingly dials down any antagonistic jabs for the day, often letting some slip out of habit. Behind the scenes he's the one who picks up some of Pierrot's responsibilities around the circus for the day. Including gathering some of his favorite treats and anything else that might make him happy. Of course he never labels any of the gifts he finds, always chopping up the gifts to "we got you", "we thought", "from us to you" type of language. Everyone in the troupe pitches in but there's a drastic difference between Harlequin's gifts.

Doctor often performs routine checkups on all of the troupe's members on their birthdays and documents the information in a designated journal. Often reminiscing the changing numbers like someone flipping through a photo album. On every troupe's day, he'll often butcher enough "meat" for a sizable meal at dinner. He always saves the better parts for the "birthday beast". His gifts for Pierrot often involve any vitamins or experimental serums that would improve his health. Although mental health is just as important as physical health, so he tries to pair the "boring" gifts with something more up Pierrot's interests such as unique cookbooks or craft supplies.

Reader

You'll have to find out his birthday in advance by asking or figure it out from the other troupe members. He thinks it would be selfish of him to think about himself instead of you.

"My love, everyday you grace me with your presence is celebration enough."

Any gifts you give him are treasures most sacred to him. Flowers? He'll put them in vases throughout his tent and dry them when they wilt. Chocolates? He'll savor every single piece until the flavor profile is engraved in his taste buds. Jewelry? You bet he's going to Jester to beg and plead for it to become a new addition to his uniform. It doesn't matter what gift you give him, he sees it as something priceless. Often relying on the gifts when he's away from you.

Any doting you give him will be returned tenfold. It's almost suffocating (sometimes literally) when you try to do something special for him on his birthday.

His irises practically expand throughout the eyeholes of his mask when you tell him to just enjoy himself and not to worry about reciprocating affection.

It's his first birthday with you that you realize he purrs when he's fully relaxed. Playing with his hair is a sure fire way to hear his internal engine rev.

Give him a back massage to hear his melodic grunts and groans as you work out any tension in his muscles.

If you offer something exceptionally intimate, on his birthday he practically dies on the spot. Face blending in with the red of his uniform as he forgets how to speak. Just be prepared for when his shock fades and something primal sets in.

"M-my darling, you shouldn't indulge me on such a day, unless that's your plan? Are you giving yourself to me as a gift?" His usually goofy love struck grin shifting into something predatory, "I will gladly take my time unwrapping you, my sweet treasure. Please, allow me to savor every piece of you~"

You'd have to preemptively apologize to Jester for returning him so ungodly late. Luckily Jester is more lenient, on Pierrot of course, not you.

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

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

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

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

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

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A rare sight indeed!

I know what it's like to try to find fics relating to a niche character and I hope I did him justice!

I personally love all of the clown boys so expect everyone to get their own one shots!

Come get your dinner Ticket Taker lovers!!!

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

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

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

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Ticket Taker

You were a frustrating distraction.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How mannerless of him to fall for his impulses.

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

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

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

Enjoy this one on the house babes!

Pierrot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Harlequin

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

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

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

Oddly fitting for him.

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

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

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

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

Don't-

Don't stop?

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

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

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

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

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

Jester

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ticket Taker

A cowlick...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Doctor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You no longer think that groan was of annoyance.

These clowns have been living rent free in my skull for too long now. Enjoy my headcanons for the troupe and welcome to my fresh blog!

My ask box is open but I'm currently not guaranteeing requests as I already have a giant list of things to write about

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Tags: SFW, some suggestive dialogue, Doctor typical bloody experiments and self inflicted injuries, Harlequin being Harlequin

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

Pierrot

Uncannily good at balloon animals, always carries them in case there's a child who's frightened of the circus or more commonly himself. The speed and dexterity of his clawed hands as he turns latex into art is definitely a sight to behold and rarely fails to put a smile on kids faces and even his own.

Has a personalized binder of recipes he's collected over the years. Of course with their unique diets it was challenging to find recipes that would meet both nutritional standards as well as be pleasant to eat. Often experiments with human recipes, modifying proteins as needed.

Jester taught him how to style hair. Anywhere from braids, plaits, half-updo's, ponytails, he can pretty much do it all. Will fiddle with his own hair whenever deep in thought or stressed. Your hair will be in good hands if you allow him to style it for you, even going as far as asking Jester for advice tailored to your hair type.

Honestly Pierrot was easily influenced by advertisements, so much so that he wasn't allowed to purchase anything without permission from Jester or TT until a few crash courses in impulse control and learning that "if it sounds too good to be true, it likely isn't."

If you asked him what his love language is he'd be confused, acts of service, physical touch, words of affirmation, gift giving, quality time, he adores them all! He would have a hard time deciding on just a few and constantly change his answers every time you asked.

Harlequin

Professional at slight of hand tricks, although often using something of yours as the subject of the illusion. Snatching your phone only to dangle it just within arms reach, twirling it between his lengthy fingers. You try to follow the hypnotizing movement with your hands, looking for an opening to leap for it, only for it to seemingly disappear in thin air. His cocky smile growing wider at your confusion and frustration as he shows you both of his hands feigning innocence.

Owns a decent fishing pole, and occasionally will go out night fishing to clear his head and unwind. The quiet of the night, chirping of crickets, gentle waves of water, and the satisfaction of a catch all do his mental health wonders. Nostalgia sometimes hits him and he'll occasionally offer Pierrot a portion of what he catches.

Has the worst bed head of the entire troupe. He tosses and turns in his sleep and rarely takes care of himself as it is much to Jester's complaints. His morning routine often just involves him rolling out of bed and washing his face with cold water, loosely fixing his locks, and going on with his day. Although that slightly changes once you catch his eye. Before he would hardly look at himself in the mirror but now he's finding himself fussing over every detail to the point of begrudgingly asking for help with his unruly curls.

He's known to pickpocket unsuspecting people. It started out of necessity for money but now he only does it for the thrill and to have some fuck around money. He even taught himself how to reverse pickpocket the emptied wallet back to completely avoid suspicion. Often will buy street food or impulsive things he regrets later, but it just gives him a reason to fish for wallets again.

You'd have to explain to him about love languages and even then he'd laugh at you. "Words of affirmation? Quality time? My dear, all you need to do is ask and it will be yours, and more if you'll allow me~" After that conversation though he starts to really think about it for himself but the idea of him being worthy of such things from you of all people just leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

Jester

Impossibly good at card tricks, if you can manage to convince him to show you. Even watching him shuffle is a show of itself, cards seemingly floating through the air in mesmerizing patterns as if the cards themselves feared to disobey his intentions. The way he cut the deck, how smoothly the cards would fall in order reminded you of a delicate dance between lovers. The way the cards danced with his fingers had your thoughts wandering to other activities, often leading to an annoyed sigh from your delayed participation in the trick.

When he's not helping TT balance books or manage the circus operations you can often find him reading literature. Although it pains him to admit, humans are at least good at the arts. You won't catch him reading anything raunchy or too casual but more towards the classics. Although when you start making regular appearances he'll start reading more classic romance, much to his displeasure.

Always without fail, sleeps in a silk bonnet at night. It's not surprising that he takes excellent care of his hair, he even cuts the troupe's hair when needed and is damn good at it. Routinely trims his ends and uses a plethora of products to keep his hair healthy. Harlequin often compares his hair care arsenal to the Doctor's collection of surgical instruments. He takes immense pride in his appearance from head to toe.

He's the face of the circus, so he mostly handles the physical communication for goods and services the circus will need throughout. From expendable props, food for the stalls, flyers for advertisements, the list is never ending. His silver tongue also comes in handy for bartering prices and dismissing suspicion from nosey humans.

He scoffs when you bring up love languages, "You humans just have to categorize everything, don't you? How miserable." He never gives you a straight answer but that doesn't mean he doesn't think about it from time to time. He mostly just tries to understand your love language and utilizes that to his advantage.

Ticket Taker

A classic magician through and through with prideful showmanship, the art of diversion and obedience from the audience is something he finds extremely entertaining. Your first experience with this was an unruly visitor who snuck in alcohol, once the usual customer service requests were exhausted he took it upon himself to take the beer from the guest and pour it into his closed hand, his glove still pristine and the liquid seemingly vanishing on contact. Although, a magician never reveals his tricks so you never found out where he disposed of it.

It's extremely rare to see TT have any free time given his unbridled need to keep the circus in impeccable standing, but much like Jester, you can often find him reading. Mystery novels and thrillers are his go-to's but it's not unheard of for him to take certain interests in dark romance series as a guilty pleasure. But you wouldn't want to press him on that unless you're willing to face the consequences.

There isn't a day that Bil isn't prim and proper. Despite him wearing his hat for the majority of the day he never suffers from hat hair, he makes sure of it by periodically combing his hair and doing regular fit checks to assure he's presentable for visitors. First impressions matter most in his eyes.

His powers allow him to act as a personal security system, anything with a reflection he can peer through, even going as far as to split himself into multiple copies to keep an eye on problematic visitors, including you.

He's never once thought about love languages before, sure he's aware of the concept of them but never thought to apply them in his life, let alone someone else. You'd think he forgot about the conversation until he randomly brought it up one day. "I prefer quality time and acts of service, but I'm more curious about your preferences."

Doctor

It's no surprise a doctor would be good with his hands but you would've never guessed juggling to be in his toolbox. His hand-eye coordination is already impressive enough on its own, often spinning scalpels like pens with such speed and precision, the metal catching the light in such enchanting ways. Ask him about it and he'd be delighted to show you to full extent of his abilities. To see him juggling multiple dangerous instruments was nerve wracking but it's what he thrived on the most. Watching your reactions as he performed more dangerous maneuvers, your heart skipping beats as you watched blades spinning and falling with such speeds you feared for his safety. He loved how his actions affected your physiology so easily.

Obviously the Doctor experiments in his free time, conducting anywhere from alchemical, biological, physiological, even psychological experiments. But on days where he needs to rest his mind you can often find him tending to his plants. His hands, often tools for pain medicine don a gentler purpose. You can occasionally find him mumbling to them as if they have answers to his many hypotheses. It's honestly a sight to behold.

Honestly he's barely even a brush and go type of person, his hair is well mannered enough for him to finger comb it and be on his way to his work nearly as soon as he rolls out of bed. He often bathes everyday to wash away any remnants of his experiments throughout the day and finds keeping it short to be the most efficient way to stay sterile.

Has a tendency to test serums and formulas on himself, occasionally using a patient as a control variable. He's fascinated by the biological differences and limitations between monsters and humans. As a result, his limbs are covered in self inflicted scars, old suture scars, even chunks of flesh excise from his body.

"Words of affirmation and gift giving." You weren't expecting such a quick answer from him let alone one that seemed rehearsed and prepared in advance. He picks up on your surprise and chuckles, "I've done extensive research on myself, but I'm more inclined to see what makes your heart flutter. I hypothesize you share an interest in words of affirmation as well, my sweetie"