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Hello, my dearies! Welcome to the inner workings of Iris tent.
I would like to introduce Poppetโsometimes known as Poppettรฉ, though those who knew her in the early days might remember the formally name, Inkyette ofย The Freak Circus!
I have spent these past few months carefully planning and revamping version of Poppet that you see now. I have had the distinct pleasure of working alongside the ARTIST @junkii5 who brought my vision to life on Poppet's existence!
You may have encountered those fleeting words of Poppet beforeโperhaps in the headcanons where they help navigate the temperaments of the other performers or explain the unsettling nature of the grotesques that haunt these grounds.
However words are such flimsy things, aren't they?
Again, I figured it was far past time to finally show you exactly what they look like and you know exactly who is pulling the strings~
So, in the older headcanons for Poppet are no longer true; she has undergone a total redesign, and her true origins remain a mystery. While a deeper dive into her nature may come in time, it is clear that Poppet stands apart from the rest of theย The Freak Circusย troupe.
Jester and Harlequin might mockingly refer to as a "Fool" or a "Sock Puppet," yet one who holds far more authority than they would ever admit.
Stitched together by the Doctorโs hands, Poppetโs existence is a reluctant debt owed to the Jester and Ticket Taker.
Assigned to the Iris Tent by Ticket Taker, she acts as the circusโs broker, deceptive of all trades.
Poppetโs role is to lure, wrapped in the aesthetic to visitors. She offers readings of the past, present, and future, drawing visitors in with tarot, charms, and palmistry that feel unnervingly accurate.
When she offers a guest a choiceโone card or threeโshe is not merely performing a trick. She is navigating the threads of their fate.
A single-card draw allows her to grant a powder wish, but her power is transactional and inherently parasitic; there is always a "catch" hidden in the fine print of the reality she manipulates. Despite her outward charm, she is a vessel of the void. Her stitching holds back an abyss that hungers for more than just coins or curiosity.
She invites you into her tent with a welcoming smile, but be warned: there is a reason she keeps her clawed fingers tucked away.
Above all else,ย do not shake her hand.ย
Should you make that contact, you might find that you are no longer the one deciding where your shadow goes.
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Hi i saw your latest post and can I ask why you dont write for tkatb anymore? Of course, you dont need to answer if youre uncomfortable๐
it's fine, thatโs totally okay to ask ๐ค
i stopped writing for tkatb because i genuinely lost interest.
when i first found it, it (crowe โ geo) caught my attention and i enjoyed it at the time, but creatively it doesnโt give me the psychological horror fuel i need. iโm drawn to tension, dread, mental strain, eerie atmosphere, AND most important, layered characters.
and tkatb started ONLY has a standard vn built.
a lot of vns, especially yandere-centered ones, lean on the same โtoken hot unstable characterโ formula for people to obsess over, but without much plot or real psychological substance. without that deeper psychological weight iโm drawn to, it just stopped holding my interest after about a year.
for my own creative health, i need stories with real mental tension, atmosphere, and narrative depth.
games like datc (a date the cemetery) and tfc (the freak circus) hold my attention because the horror lives in the charactersโ minds, emotions, and lore. the psychology is heavier, the atmosphere is stronger, and thereโs more beneath the surface.
thatโs where my creativity thrives.
even games that arenโt full psychological horror can still interest me if the concept/worldbuilding are solid. something likeย killer chatย orย adwdย (a date with date) works because the premise gives me material to explore.
tkatb, to me, leans more on attractive characters than real psychological or narrative depth. while i enjoyed it once and still like playing games with โhot mediocre characters,โ i donโt want my writing to revolve around that alone.
adding on, most of the harassment and pressure iโve dealt with has come from the tkatb fandom, which made it feel more stressful than creative. the space also trends younger, and iโm not interested in interacting with minors. i want to focus on writing thatโs clearly for adult audiences, for fun and creative freedom.
so for now, iโm sticking to the fandoms that genuinely inspire me instead of trying to please everyone.
my creativity runs on curiosity, not pressure.
closing note: there will be some additions to this blog, as iโll be adding one or maybe two inkylists (masterlists) to avoid this issue again for only writing for one fandom at a time.
until the next post, enjoy your week dearies โ ๊ฉ yaya .แ
The scene is a quiet, well-lit study. Late afternoon light slants across a sturdy desk, painting golden stripes over stacks of neurology and psychology textbooks, a forest of colorful sticky notes, and a single, elegant laptop perched on its stand.
Yaya sits curled in a large, comfortable chair, her legs tucked beneath her. A pair of sleek, dark purple cat eyed framed glasses rest on her nose. Sheโs not in her wedding finery, but in soft, stylish yoga loungewea. She faces the cameraโor rather, she faces you. A gentle, knowing smile plays on her lips.
This isn't a scene from a story.ย
This is a direct address. A MAJOR blog update.ย
โSpeaking through my creatorโthe real-life Yaya, whoโs basically kinda me, but weโre doing the third-person thing for the bitโif you havenโt caught on by now, you probably never will. Iโm just built like that,โ she adds with a playful, knowing shrug.
โโฆwhat theย REAL Yaya just posted below is LIKELY the last time Iโll be writing or reviewing the TKATB men, or in general. At least for now.โ
Yaya folds her hands on the desk, calm and resolved. โIโve seen the inboxโwell her inbox, I know the asks are still coming, and I get it. I really do. Butโฆ honestly we kinda over it.โ Thereโs no bitterness in her voiceโjust honesty.
โItโs not that WE donโt love TKATB. Those characters live in the REAL Yaya head, dailyโshe lowkey hates it. They were pieces of myself I got to explore and adore. But Iโve said what I needed to say. She and I feels story with them feels completed.โ
She pauses, fond but peaceful.
"Think of it like finishing a really good book. You treasure it, you keep it closeโbut you donโt reread the last chapter forever. You close it, sit with the feeling, and move on.โ A small, grateful smile follows.
โWe are glad we got to share that story with you. Truly.โ
Her tone softens. โThis fandom was her first leap. Writing used to live in her notes app on her phone/laptop/tabletโyes this woman writes on every Apple device she ownsโlocked away. Sharing it here became something joyfulโsometimes chaotic, sometimes obsessive, but meaningful. And for that, Iโm grateful. To the real Yaya who created me, and to everyone who read, reblogged, and caredโyou made this space feel like home.โ
She glances off-screen, and her smile transforms into something unbearably fond, a little private.ย
In the sliver of frame just behind her, you can see him.
Geo.
Heโs seated on the bed, bathed in the same late afternoon light. His purple hair is pulled up into a surprisingly neat, low bun at the nape of his neck. A pair of sleek, red-framed glasses youโve never seen before are perched on his nose, and heโs scowling down at a tablet, one leg crossed over the other.ย
The very picture of concentrated, academic irritation.
A low, familiar, and thoroughly grumpy mutter drifts into the space between them: โWho assigns a literature review and a fucking project in the same week alreadyโฆ spring semester is a conspiracyโฆโ
Yaya doesnโt reply aloud.
She just watches him for a second longer, the love in her gaze so palpable it seems to fill the quiet room, before turning her attention back to you, the public smile settling back into placeโthough now it holds the ghost of that private joy.
โAnd Geoโฆ hates this part, shock heโs letting me do this,โ she whispers, rolling her eyes playfully. โThe whole sentimental, fourth-wall meta-commentary. But I believe every good story deserves a proper farewell. Consider this ours.โ She settles back, her expression turning thoughtful, businesslike.
โSo. The inevitable question: whatโs next for this blog?โ
โWell, of course, the writing wonโt stop. But the focus will definitely shift. Our heart has always been tethered to psychological depthโto the warmth hidden in the creepy, and the creepiness lurking within the warm. Youโll likely find herโespecially me featuring in creepypasta/marble hornets universes, and actual horror visual novels/other worlds that scratch that itch, or wandering intoโฆ" Yaya somewhat pauses before leaning into the camera, a bit closer.
"โฆ.Spoilers *whispers*โฆ so that means you all finally get hear more of Inkyette (TFC OC) and officially hear fromโฆ Inksilk (Creepypasta)โฆ which good luck with that sheโsโฆ eerie and hella creepyโฆ but nice?โ
Then Yaya backs up, returning to a normal voice, โAs we want to dissect the stories that fascinate and unsettle, to find the human pulse in the haunting.โ
A wry, knowing smile curves her mouth.
โNow will Iโthe OCโever love another character the way I love Geo? Even Iโm in a different universe? Honestly? No. Did youย notย read the latest TKATB men headcanons? Iโmย MARRIEDย now.โ She casually lifts her hand.
Yes, thatโs a ring. Yes, itโs permanent.
Yes, she isย thoroughly spoiled.
โThe real Yaya made sure of that. No matter what universe I am in, or what she puts me through, Geo is the benchmark nowโthe fictional ideal. Unfortunately (and hilariously), this has leaked straight into her real-life standards for men. It's like if she can actually get merch of Geo, she wouldโand that's saying a lot because she is very particular when she spends her money on...โ A playful pause, then adding. โHeโs also extremely proud of himself.โ
"No I'm not!" Geo suddenly yells, earning a side eye from Yaya.
โSoooโฆ Just know the writing we just come in burstsโbetween exams, research, mcat prep, the whole medical-school pipeline chaos. Silence doesnโt mean gone. It means focused.โ
She pauses, gentle but firm.
โAlso if youโre worried about burnoutโdonโt be. The REAL yaya always has a plan. color-coded. over-prepared. borderline militaristic. Breaks included.โ a softer smile follows.
โWeโll still be here. thisโloving characters, dissecting motivation, understanding mindsโis part of the path. She want to be a psychiatrist In the future. These fics? Theyโre practiceโhelps with studying too. Learning fictional hearts So She and I can better understand real ones.โ
She reaches off-screen. Thereโs a quiet moment, a slight tug-of-war, and then her hand reappears, firmly interlaced with another. A familiar, low grumble is heard, followed by a resigned sigh as he allows himself to be pulled into frame.
Geoโs hand stays in hers, a warm, solid anchor.
He doesnโt look at the camera, his gaze fixed on her with a mix of exasperation and utter devotion.
โYouโve been talking for like nine minutes,โ He states, his voice dry. โYou need to complete research for tomorrow night. You also need to finish your physics post-lab, pay for the remaining textbook access codes, and start your OChem homework and pre lab, which youโve been strategically ignoring.โ
Yaya lets out a long, dramatic sigh, tilting her head back to look up at him where he now stands beside her chair.ย
โYouโre such a nag, oh my god...โ
He adjusts his red glasses, a faint smirk touching his lips. โArenโt you married to me?โ he says, the words blunt but his eyes soft. โMy job description literally includes this. Iโm going to support you. Which means Iโm going to annoy you into being great. Now close theโฆ whatever this is, and do your work.โ
Yaya looks back at the camera, her eyes shining now with a different kind of tearsโones of overwhelmed, supported love. She squeezes his hand.
โSee?โ she says to you, her voice thick with fondness. โMy โhappily ever afterโ comes with a built-in, very grumpy life coach.โ She gives one last, small, graceful nod to youโa friend signing off, not with an end, but with a โsee you later.โ
โThank you,โ she says again, simple and profound. โFor everything. For TKATB, for this fandom, for all of it. Honestly, canโt wait to see what the next update for that game brings for everyone.โ
โBe kind to each other,โ she whispers. โAnd donโt be a stranger.โ
She turns her head fully toward Geo, her expression softening into something purely, privately radiant. โOkay, okay. Iโm closing it. You can stop hovering now.โ
โGood,โ he mutters, but he doesnโt move away. Instead, he leans down. In one quick, tender motion, he presses a firm, brief kiss to her cheek, right where her dimple forms when she smiles for real. Itโs a kiss that saysโ
Iโm proud of you, and now get to work, all at once.
He straightens up, a faint, satisfied pink coloring his own ears, and stays thereโa steady, warm presence at her shoulder as she reaches for the laptop with a softly flustered, a happy smile.
okay... is she gone? oh, geo has her? great...
heyyyy! This now the REAL Yayaโand how nicely my OC tries to say things, BUT iโll say the harsh truth, no matter what, thatโs the end of the TKATB era for me.
lookโfrom me writing that cute little bit with my OC and and her now married husband at the top.
honestly, iโve tried sooo many opportunities before to stop writing for TKATB, but the asks kept coming so i couldn't find myself to stop, like iโve poured everything i haveโevery last brain cellโinto these stories, these headcanons, those long-ass weddings for each of the five extremely attractive TKATB men.
my heart is full. my creative well for them is not just dry, itโs got a little โout of Serviceโ sign hanging over it.
letโs be real: i donโt wanna be over here slaving away, trying to squeeze out feels for something Iโm clearly fresh out of passion for right now. thatโs not fair to them, and itโs definitely not fun for me.
so i'm dead serious about this:
PLEASE. Request. Something. ELSE.
i'm puttingย every single TKATB tagย on this post,ย everything. iโm tagging the TFC too, and any other relevant fandoms i can think of, so they know itโs their time to shine; the creators over there are active too, they're feeding their audienceโno hate to Fantasia, but i canโt work with bare-bones crumbs anymore.
and i hate to write OOC (out of character) stuff.
my whole thing is accuracy, getting inside a characterโs head and making it feel real, and iโve run out of material to work with here.
like writing is my air. but right now, iโm suffocating in this one very specific, very frilly-aired fandom. i need to open a window to somewhereย creepy, orย weird, or justโฆย new.
dead ass, the next thing i post WILL be creepypasta related.
Iihereby pass my โTKATBโ crown (itโs a very sparkly crown) to the incredibly talented @anginophobia. Go read their work. Itโs amazing. Theyโve got this.
so hereโs your open invitation.
my ask box is now a blank slate.
well, except for all the beautiful comments that you will left meโbelieve me I often re-read them if I'm having a bad day.
got a fandom you love? iโm into:
Creepypasta (the old, weird, OC-based kind. Letโs get uncomfortable.)
other Visual Novels โ The Feak Circus? A Date at the Cemetery? A Date with Death? Error 143? (I haven't finished Killer Chat yet, but Iโm getting thereโฆ and yes, V gives me vibes like Geo, donโt @ me.)
Throw me a horror-romance prompt where the romance is with the thing in the attic.
A mystery where the ghost is the detective.
Something completely off the wall.
the next thing i post will not involve cat ears, or starry-eyed proposals. It might involve whispered threats, eerie ambiance, psychological stuff or the kind of love that makes you check your locks twice.
Itโs time to move on.
if you have more questions, sure, ask away below. But if the question is โmore TKATB?โ, the answer is a grateful, fond, but VERY firm โNo, babes. Weโre done.โ again, thank you, from the absolute bottom of my heart, for loving them with me.
it was a beautiful, chaotic, and deeply personal ride!
okay? you got it? good! now, if youโll excuse meโi need to go cook dinner, half-watch an anime iโm three episodes behind onโgachikuta, jjk, etc, and do my homework/research at the same time.
ahhhhโฆ the glamorous life of a university student.
goodnight, dearies! until next time โ ๊ฉ yaya .แ
