#yandere circus

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Circus

I've been wanting to draw some of my dolls for the longest time and this turned out to be my most detailed artwork so far :') And since I really love the circus, I thought I could turn this into an interactive story, too. Let me know what you think! Based on classic stock characters from Italian theatre, Commedia dell'arte. Content: gender neutral reader, horror, dark comedy, human and monster romance

You're finally here! Come on in, don't be afraid. Where is everyone else, you ask? Why, you're our only special guest, Darling (Y/N). This is all for you. Come, do not upset the Ringmaster. We will show you everything.

A night carnival? You've never heard of such a thing. Nonetheless, curiosity got the better of you when you found the trampled poster on your way back home. The actual message almost escaped your attention; you'd been too focused on the thick, ornate border, and the colorful, swirling patterns intricately filling the page.

"Last night in town! 'Wizard of Ozz' Night Circus, a mesmerizing show that will keep you glued to your seat. We're still searching for our Columbina. Perhaps you could become part of our story?"

Might as well check it out. Which is why you're currently here, in the outskirts, trying to find a walkable path among the weeds. It's dark and you can barely see anything in front of you. They're not trying very hard to provide an inviting atmosphere, you think to yourself.

Eventually, you discern a glimmer of light in the distance. You have found the circus tents.

The campsite is quiet and still, causing you to hesitate in your decision. Is it truly open?

There's a faint murmur coming from the main entrance. A small, melancholic Pierrot - when did he show up? - awaits by the heavy curtain, pale hands stretched out.

"Your ticket, Columbina", he announces with decorum. "Me and Arlecchino will show you any tent you want to visit. We are here to entertain you."

He ponders for a moment, before adding:

"I'm sure you'll like him more. He's a very alluring fellow. Me, on the other hand...Oh, forget it", he mumbles through pouting lips, ushering you inside.

"Aha! There's the star of our night! Our Columbina!"

A tall man in a pompous, glittery costume bounces towards you and lowers himself with a theatrical bow, giving your fingers a quick kiss. You pull your hand away, visibly bothered by the odd gesture.

"You keep calling me that. I'm (Y/N)", you argue.

"Yes, yes, of course we know that. Do ya take us for fools?" the Harlequin asks, kicking one foot in the air. The jingle of the bells at the tip of his shoe echoes across the hall. "You have, however - you must understand, yes? - you've entered Ringmaster's Circus. From now on, you are the Columbina to our play."

You raise your eyebrows in disbelief.

"Just like that? Why me, and not someone else?" you scan the surroundings, pursing your lips. "Where are the others?"

"Others?"

Harlequin makes an exaggeratedly shocked face and tilts his head towards Pierrot.

"What are they saying? You're the only one here, Columbina darling. After tonight, we-"

Pierrot's hand lands firmly on his friend's lips.

"You always talk too much. Always, always! And yet, you're the favorite. Of course you are. Oh, what pity, what misfortune", the pale young man laments. "We're wasting precious time."

They both burst into a little dance; a rather silly one, you think with an amused smile. Then, they place themselves besides the entrance, each one standing at one end, back straight and chins raised.

"Go on, go ahead, Columbina darling. This is your carnival. Choose any tent you'd like."

Pulcinella's Tent

The stage is pitch black, save for one spotlight contouring a patch of ground. You can see a large, colorful ball, and two feet clumsily rolling their way atop of it.

You chuckle at the sight. This must be the clown.

"No one can compete with Pulcinella's juggling", Pierrot declares somewhat monotonously. "His acrobatic spectacle has left many guests speechless, acting with such dexterity that one must wonder: is this truly the work of two hands?"

Lights flicker, allowing you to catch glimpses of smaller balls being thrown around. Juggling so many balls while bouncing around is indeed impressive.

"Rest assured, this is the art of one single man. Although four eyes are better than two."

The shadows are abruptly swallowed by spotlights, and you squint your eyes, adjusting to the brightness. A two-headed man continues his performance, throwing you the occasional cheeky smile.

"Ah, that is..." you place a hand over your mouth.

"A bother, truly", the Pierrot remarks, sitting next to you. "They're complete opposites."

He observes as both Pulcinella's heads tilt in your direction, visibly entranced. He sighs deeply:

"You'll love them either way. They're funny and entertaining, unlike me...A pathetic miser. Oh, if only I had half their charm!" he bemoans with a soft sob.

"Hey! Don't sadden my beloved like that", Pulcinella barks, jumping off the ball and running towards your seating with a comically merry jingle to accompany him.

You cannot help but marvel at the man in front of you.

"Enough of this, I've had enough! You don't get to decide yet, Pulcinella", Pierrot exclaims in sudden panic. He claws your wrist tightly and pulls you after him. "It's time to see other tents."

Sandrone's Tent

You peek behind the heavy curtain and freeze. Are your eyes deceiving you? Someone is idly resting at the bottom of a large aquarium, showing no struggle despite being underwater. The mysterious man senses your presence and emerges to the surface.

"Would you look at that! I can't remember the last time I had a visitor."

He gestures for you to come closer.

"Are you the new guest? Our Columbina?"

"I don't know what you're talking about", you speak up with hesitation, eyes glued to the scaly tail that seems eerily genuine. "I think I'll be leaving now."

"Leaving? Didn't the Ringmaster already tell you?" The merman claps his hands, amused. "You're naïve, I like that a lot. Perhaps this time I'll be the one to have you."

He abruptly grabs your wrist, and you jolt at the feeling. His hands are ice-cold and moist.

"Let me have a look at you, won't you? I'll help you hide from the others if you're good and listen to me."

You feel a pair of hands sinking into your shoulders, and you're ripped away from the merman. Harlequin's voice rumbles deeply across the room.

"You're being a fox again, aren't you, Sandrone? Hands off our guest! You don't get to pick yet", he scolds in a low growl. "Ringmaster won't be happy about it."

"Go on then, tell on me! Ringmaster's good boy, eh?" the dark-skinned man smirks mockingly and slams his tail against the glass. "Put a collar on that one, Columbina. See how well he barks", he snarls, then slides back underwater and promptly vanishes.

Harlequin's grip on your shoulders becomes tighter for a brief moment. You can tell he's tense.

"Let's get you out of here. Don't listen to a word he says, Columbina darling. He lies, you see? No one trusts him. You should rely on me."

Pantalone's Tent

You gawk at the impressive height of this tent, head nearly spinning from tilting yourself all the way back. Ah, this must be the trapeze artist. Indeed, one of the two handles is dangling above you, and it occurs to you there's no safety net. A tall, lean man swiftly pounces across, reaching for the trapeze. His movements are slow, yet calculated, and you can't help but wonder if he might actually be flying instead.

Upon closer inspection, it appears he has no arms.

"Madness", you find yourself shouting. "Stop this nonsense!"

He gracefully wraps his legs around the bar, swinging back and forth with a confident smile.

"You doubt me, Pantalone himself?"

With another thrust, he lets himself go, spiraling down against your terrified protests. His heeled shoes clack against the hard tile. Lastly, he stretches out his bandaged stumps, as if signaling his successful landing.

You find yourself bowing to the grand gesture.

"Yes, yes, it's rather impressive, isn't it?" Pierrot follows behind you in his usual dull tone. "Pantalone is our master acrobat."

He lifts his gaze and notices that the man didn't bother waiting for a full introduction; he's already standing before you with a flirty grin.

"...and a charmer, I suppose. What, you're already doing your tricks?"

The sallow clown squeezes himself behind you two protectively.

"Shoo, shoo! Columbina is merely visiting."

He lightly pushes you away, towards the exit. You throw one final glance at the mysterious individual; he waves with his residual limb, and winks.

"You know where to find me, love."

Il Capitano's Tent

You feel a radiant heat coming from this tent. In the middle of the ring stands a grand cage. An animal of sorts? You keep your distance, observing from the benches.

A monstrous giant stumbles within your view with heavy steps. A thick, scaly tail rattles the bars of the cage, swinging itself with the precision of a bullwhip.

"Il Capitano himself!" the Harelquin announces theatrically, bending his arms in the direction of the blue beast. "The strongman, the fire-spitting artist, a most devilish creature captured and chained by our Ringmaster."

"Is this one mine?" the monstrous man pins you down with a predatory gaze.

"Perhaps", Harlequin spits out bitterly. "They decide, not you."

You squirm in your seat, suddenly much smaller under his intense stare. The charismatic guide's smile falters for a brief second, replaced by an envious grimace.

Il Capitano inhales deeply, expanding his torso and contracting his muscles. His fanged mouth then unhinges, releasing a great flame which spreads all the way to you. You're almost tempted to reach towards it, feeling the sting with your very fingers.

"Amazing", you mumble, still mesmerized by the spectacle.

This was no cheap trickery. Capitano is truly a one-of-a-kind artist. No human could replicate such a feat.

The beastly creature holds onto the bars of his cage, shoving his snout outside and grinning. Puffs of smoke escape between his teeth.

"Come down here and I can do even more, little one."

Harlequin gasps and gestures for you to stand up.

"Outrageous! How dare you-!"

He urges you to follow him outside. Enough monstrous sights for now.

"Shall we head towards the other tents, darling?"

Harlequin walks ahead, deep in contemplation. Pierrot scurries after him, whispering the remaining choices. Your shoulders are heavy, and you're quite tired from the eventful night.

You notice a little opening between the lavish curtain folds and decide to sneak away. They needn't know about your departure. You stumble around dark halls, following the cool breeze of the outside, until you're met with the starry sky.

Your path is blocked by two large poles, so you step to the right. Your body freezes in terror when they move with you. Slowly, you raise your head and follow the black shapes, and realize they're legs.

Far, far above ground, towering over the entire circus, you see two glowing eyes.

It's the Ringmaster.

"Bad, bad Columbina", he reproaches.

The voice is off, like an old, broken record reverberating against your eardrums. A cold shiver runs across your spine.

"I'm sorry", you blurt out in fear.

A long, bony hand appears before you, twitching with a loud pop. You wrap your hands around a finger, desperate to not anger this unholy creation.

"Let's take you to your caravan. We're leaving tomorrow."

Oh, God. What have you done?

Now, now, don't fret. There's nothing to be afraid of. Come, put that frown aside. Everyone loves you here. After all, you're their most precious Columbina. What's a Circus without its treasure?

[queenie-the-court-jester]

circus x gn!reader

ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, please, raise your hands for tonight's star act, mx.maddox and the wanderer's!

★Waking up in a thick black fog was not something you'd ever expect to happen to you. Looking around, Spotting a circus in the distance, was pretty much your only hope of finding a way out. What were they doing out here? Were they in the same boat as you? Regardless, you just hoped they're nice..

★kri was the first to meet you, having found you wandering around outside the circus tents, he quickly introduced himself and asked you where you came from. After explaining your predicament, he nodded in thought

"gee.. that sounds rough.. but don't worry, I'm sure Maddox will know what to do, come with me!"

★Maddox had been stuck in the circus for a long while, along with the other residents. Kri opened the flap into his tent and quickly explained the situation.

"I'm sorry for your predicament young one.. but im afraid we don't know any way out.. on the other hand, you are welcome to stay and be apart of the circus"

★having no other options you accepted, kri excitedly dragging you to the nursery, where all the children and young adults stayed. He introduced you to jiro, Kyo and wendy. Explaining how the four of them were the clowns

★jiro welcomed you with a kind smile, and nodded his head as greeting. You noticed how he didn't seem like much of a talker, preferring to watch and listen

"welcome y/n, I hope you enjoy your stay here"

★Kyo was obviously the most energetic of the bunch, happily blabbering about whatever and making horrible jokes. His friends only gave a small laugh and pat on the back

"it's great to see a new face, come to me if you need a picker upper okay?"

★and last but not least, Wendy. She stayed quiet, giving a shy smile and looking away whenever you'd make eye contact. She shook your hand and soon left, having seemed uncomfortable

"don't mind her... She just needs time getting used to everything, she'll come around"

★they assigned you a bed, and that's how your life at the circus started. Everyone was very welcoming, everyone but wendy. Often staring at you wearily and from a distance. 'Till one night, she came into your tent after everyone went to sleep

"shhh.. I'm sorry for bothering you this late butI need to talk to you.."

"..okay? What is it you need?"

"I'm sorry if I've been coming off as.. distant.. it's just.. you remind me of something that feels so familiar, but I can't put my finger on it.."

"oh..."

"..as you already know, everyone calls me wendy, so you can too I guess.. sorry, did that come off as cold? I'm not really used to Talking to new people.. a-anyways, if you need anything, or if you have any questions.. you can come to me"

"I'll.. keep that in mind, thank you Wendy"

★she gives you a smile and leaves soon after, quickly rushing away. The next few days, she slowly starts talking to you. Opening up bit by bit

"you know.. everyone calls us the dream team, but I really don't think we're suitable for that name. Even Maddox calls us a nightmare!"

"yeah, because you're the main factor to that assumption"

"Wendy.."

"...sorry"

★during your stay with them, you learned that Wendy showed up at the circus just a few days before you, no wonder she seemed so distant. Sometimes she'd say random words in Spanish, most likely cussing kyo out

★their roles in their act goes like this: jiro and kri are the sideshow, doing tricks and all sorts of things while Kyo and wendy were the mains. Acting out many silly stories and using slapstick humor most of the time.

★the first time you saw them in their costumes you nearly had a heartattack. Imagine seeing four scary looking clowns just staring at you ominously from the darkness

★they perform for these shadow people that would come to the circus, nobody knows what they are or why they show up, but there were rumours that once, long ago, the previous circus inhabitants refused to perform for them and.. well.. they had to be "replaced"

★during one of the dream teams acts, you wandered off. Exploring the back tents and dressing rooms when you came across multiple people you recognized, from when they all welcomed you into their little family

★a ballerina named Odette, who was next in line for the show. She seemed sweet as she waved at you from her dressing room, waving back you quickly left

"oh! Hello y/n, do you need something?"

★samson the beast tamer, a peculiar cocky man. He bowed as he dragged a lion by a chain collar behind him. You sincerely hoped they didn't mistreat the animals like other circuses, but judging by the lions calm and obedient attitude, maybe it was domesticated?

"good day sweets"

★will the stuntsman. He gave you a devilish grin as he passed by you, carrying some metal pipe. Giving a wave and smile in return

"see ya later toots!"

★maybe living in the circus won't be so bad..?

[coffee-and-tea-time]

TWINS, PRETTY PLEASE, FEED ME MORE OF YOUR DELICIOUS TREATS, I ACCEPT WHATEVER, I LOVE YOUR WRITING

Why being a side character when you can have the spotlight?

Yandere! Circus x reader

Well, this was originally made to relieve some stress but in my defense, you said ‘whatever’ so hope you enjoy this little thingy, muak (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶) (btw, I want to do a little pause to thank those who send asks and cute words to us, we even got anons! but y'all will see that in detail later in their own post, just wanted to say ‘love you’ again since they really do warm up our hearts and make us smile although we take our time since well #life #busy) ~ coffee

This honestly wrote itself lol. The story flowed out like an actual dream. I'd say figuring out the logic was the hardest part, so we decided on something simple. Gray morals, but no gray aesthetics! (it sounded like a better line in my head) ~ Tea

word count: 2.2k

tw: manipulation?, gray morals, small swearing, death (not the reader), written in you/yours, reader has a background of being hospitalized, oblivious? but somewhat willing reader, attention starved reader? Well, kinda but we all are. 

....the fuck?

Why is there so much color? This… is really different from the hospital monotone atmosphere… How did you get here? Are you having a lucid dream? It's been a while since the last time you dreamed something, it's good to see colors after some time, even if they are saturated.

“Oh, hello little star, are you lost? Did you escape from somewhere?”

Where did this guy come from? Why does he kinda look like a candy? Although, truth be told, you gotta admit that his pinky hair with pastel violet highlights suits h- Wait a minute…

Is this a circus? Woah, dreamland was nice to you this time. Well, since it's your dream, you can go along with it and enjoy your little ‘freedom’.

“I’m part of this circus, I’m…. the new host”

You watch as glittering sky eyes looks at you with surprise before smiling widely at you, if you look close enough, you can even catch a small shiver of… excitement? Probably.

“Really now? Then you are the starlight here, Dear, why don’tcha let me help ya? I can show you around if you let me, you now, to get our new host comfortable here as soon as possible”

You nod, accepting his hand as he starts showing you around saying ‘the show is about to start’ every now and then, your mind did really make an effort with the aesthetic of this dream, even if the circus colors are somewhat saturated for what you are used to, you can’t help but wow every 2 minutes by how large and amusing this place is, although you wished to stay longer on the food court, it's been so long since the last time you ate this much candy to the point your stomach feels so… huh? Now that you think about it, you can taste things in dreams? Lucid dreams really are something.

“It's still empty because there's a lot of time until the show starts. I would show you the amusement park outside the tent, but there's very little time until the show starts. We should look for the right host outfit for your big debut!”

You can’t really say much as you were practically dragged to a different part of the circus, he is really much stronger that he looks honestly and incredibly fast, dream logic you guess, in a blink, you’re met with the sight of a room with dimensions that are only rational in a dream, like an infinite wardrobe full of extravagant costumes.It was only then when you stood in front of a mirror that you noticed you still had the depressing hospital gown on you… 

“What happened, shining star? Does this style not suit your taste? I can bet you will be the one in the spotlight no matter what you choose to wear. Maybe getting a little stage fright? Do believe me, Dear. You're not the one who has to be afraid on stage"

The once frantic cotton candy-looking man seems to lower the rhythm a bit as he notices the switch on your expression, you can’t help but smile at his sweet tone although his speech has rather weird use of words, well, it's not everyday you can use such eccentric clothes without looking out of place, surely you will soon be woken up by a doctor or a nurse, so at least you can enjoy this while it lasts.

. . . . . .

You spin once again to show off another outfit, he keeps singing praises even thought you understand barely half his words and then nothing, it’s so cute to see him giving a full speech of how the style of the clothing, the colors, the accessories, etc matches perfectly with you, that accidentally you’ve already tried on like 20 different outfits, until you chose the one that got him rambling about how you shine for what feels like 30 minutes straight.

“I think I’d choose this one, thanks… I'm sorry, what's your name?”

You feel kinda awkward when you notice you never asked him his name until now, but he seems like he doesn't mind at all as he smiles at you and offers you his hand to guide you again through the circus.

“Aw, and here I thought you would give me a pet name and start calling me ‘sweetie’, I was starting to like you calling me ‘cotton candy’, you know? What a shame… It's not too late to start tho, but if you are too shy and need some time, my name is Pandora”

Pandora? Wait, you also never asked him what’s his role in this circus or anything about him and before you notice, he is handing you a cute looking mic with a toothy grin, that's when you realized that the show is about to start. You feel an anxious voice in the back of your head telling you this is gonna go wrong, yet you silence it by telling yourself that it’s just a silly dream, how bad could it be?

“I'm sure everyone will find joy in your presence like I do. Don't think too much, just have fun, starlight”

Before you could think more or ask for some advice, he disappears out of the blue after passing you some well decorated notes that got some of the information about the spectacles of today and even giving you a kiss of good luck on the forehead but you can't even finish reading when the first sentence when the heavy red curtains open in front of you… Fuck it, If you have to die, let it be at once.

“Nighty night Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls! Welcome to the best nightmare you will ever experience! Tonight, we invite you to leave your worries at the door and submerge into this spectacle of wonder and amazement. Prepare to be dazzled, enchanted and thrilled as we take your breath away with no devolution! So, without further ado, let’s begin! Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show! Our beloved Brutus will have the honor to be the first show of the night!”

Thanks god the first note was the intro speech and that you managed to read it right even if it’s weirdly written, for your dream seems to run out of creativity and consistency, where the ‘audience’ should be is in complete darkness, you can only manage to see tons of colorful and somewhat happy eyes, but you held a cheerful smile in your face, this dream is surely about to end. Hope you manage to see the first show before waking up, Brutus is a dog’s name so it's probably the lion act, right?

You see two jesters waving at the public as they appear magically thanks to a moving platform with a big cage behind them which has inside an intimidating, goth pastel looking guy with ash blonde hair and a choker with spikes and a tag that reads… Brutus. Did your brain forget how lions look and improvised or something? At least the guy doesn't seem uncomfortable in there as he gives such a confident smirk that makes his fangs stick out, walking out the cage almost smugly. When all the focus was back on you, you knew it was time for the host to speak again, so you quickly changed to the next note.

“Our first show of the night will work for the new audience and me, the new host, to give a smooth introduction of our beloved circus, rest assured that we will continue the next shows with the same energy as before, this is just a welcome gift for… our beloved new host”

Did Pandora write this while you were changing? Why does it feel so odd? Well, your question quickly find an answer when in another platform from the other side start to ascend to reveal a man that’s got this mortified expression on his face even crawls towards you to hold your ankles while repeating ‘I’m sorry’ ‘I didn’t mean it’ ‘I’ll be more better’ and stuff like that, is your dream turning into a nightmare?

“Host, the order, please”

You turn to focus on the voice, it was Brutus, right beside you, when did he get so close? Well, apparently, he needs a word to perform his show? Like an obedient dog. Well, you would do better without having a weird man clinging to your leg, so at least he would take him off you.

“Brutus, play”

Oh no, you didn’t see that coming.

Before you could even retrieve your command Brutus lunged forward, his claw-like nails digging into the flesh of the man's hand. Deep crimson staining the brightly colored scene as the screams of the man marked the moment his hands left your leg. It was brutal, for lack of a better Word, how Brutus clawed at the man's flesh with each swing as he screamed and crawled on the floor, splashing and smearing more blood onto the stage, the cage, the jesters, even you. But nobody even flinched, not even you.

The scene was plagued with the laughter of the unseen audience, the oddly cheery music that accompanied the circus atmosphere now sounding like something out of a horror movie, though it didn't seem to phase you just yet. Things were blurry, up until the jesters began their speech.

"Behold the crude man's punishment. seems too much? Well, let us explain!" said one, the other simply finishing up the other´s speech like they were one in the same.

"Oh this filthy creature, his mind as filthy as his scent, ew! does he even shower? he does, but that's the scent of a perverted beast everyone!!"

What the hell is happening here?! Everything is tainted on the man's blood, and these two jesters are just… joking around!? It's their job, sure, but really?!

You can hear Brutus's grunts and huffs as the man's screams grow thinner and thinner, the wet sound of flesh being slashed and blood splashing, trickling down onto the floor of the stage now louder than the man himself. This is sick, twisted, horrifying. This isn't a dream, it's a nightmare you want to wake up from, your own mind screams at you to stop this, to wake up but it doesn't. What 's going on?!

"Could you imagine this pile of shit as a doctor?" 

"We might have done his horrid face a favor with all those slashes! look at that gorgeous red!!"

As the jesters continue to joke and pick on the man, you can't help but pick up on their words… a doctor? A pervert? What does this mean? You search through your memory, which quickly arrives at the familiar face of one of the doctors at the hospital your body surely would be sleeping in right now, the one doctor that appeared so attentive to your care, though never seemed to completely gain your trust in some point you asked to get your doctor changed because how odd his gaze was… did he appear in your dreams as a pervert because of that?

“Kids, adults, elderly! This is something y’all need to remember, sometimes… You have to judge the book by its cover! Look at this disgusting looking man, who is also disgusting on the inside like a movie with no twist”

“Indeed, can y’all believe it? We almost end up without our dear new host because of this oink oink of a person”

You can help but be surprised as you suddenly got mentioned on this… wait, did they just literally say that the doctor really wanted to do something to you? Wasn't it just a paranoia of yours? This… feels too personal to be just a dream.

“I-I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING I DIDN’T EVEN GOT THE TIME TO TRY BEFORE I-”

He tried to explain that clumsily his innocence because with the fact he didn't do anything physical in a bloody murder scream before Brutus lets out a maniacal laugh and makes him scream even louder... so he did think about it? Would you have planned it? What would have happened if... Can you really say that is 'innocent'?

… Why doesn't it feel bad? It's wrong to kill for something that didn't actually take place, even if it was a fantasy, you can’t really manage to feel pity for the situation happening right in front of you.

Is your dream testing how gray your morals are? Some kind of punishment of your mind?

I s  t h i s  e v e n  a  d r e a m ?

And if it isn't... does it matter? Why care? You're Not the one gross enough to end up like that.

With a quick sweep of the curtains you came from, you would've seen Pandora peeking from the sidelines, his stare dazzling, overjoyed as he saw the turmoil in your gaze as it stared at the gruesome scene before you, how it went from horror, to shock, to understanding and… apathy. Saying he was glad would be an understatement, he was ecstatic, it seemed you had found your place in this circus sooner than he expected. For once, his decision was correct at the first strike!

sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣

images from pinterest ⚘

[abbyfmc]

Yandere ¡Freak! x ¡Female! Reader:

Warning: Mentions of kidnapping, murder, yandere behavior, obsessive love, etc.

His name will be Axel (A/N: nothing special with the name, I just picked one at random).

He was in the circus from a very young age; from childhood; he was probably born to parents who worked in one, or started working in one recently as an adult. Depending on his condition, disability or extraordinary ability; He can have different jobs in his role such as: magician, fortune teller, acrobat, illusionist, singer and musician, trapeze artist, dancer, clown, mime, beast tamer, etc.

May have a different rank, status or type of treatment in the circus, depending on the context.

He loves for you to watch his acts at the circus, and if he is in a freestanding tent, he will LOVE it when you go to see his act.

He always does his best in his shows, especially if you are there.

If he is a fairly respected freak: He will get along well with most, or all, of his peers; he would be treated with respect and would use this to put on a friendly facade. *6.1. If he is a fairly discriminated freak: He would be the classic marginalized person that everyone avoids, does not take into account or mistreats, and because of that, he would see you as a light that he does not want to let go under any circumstances.

I have always seen various types of freaks in these kinds of circuses/fairs/carnivals; among them are: *7.1. He who is missing one or more limbs: Has difficulty walking due to the absence of one or more limbs. *7.2. The one with unusual size: He could be someone with gigantism or dwarfism (N/A: something that today would not be the case). *7.3. The one with rubber bones: He is very flexible. His works or shows are mostly acrobats, dancers, trapeze artists, etc.; although sometimes he can work as clowns or something like that, depending on his talents and abilities. *7.4. The one with superhuman strength: They are usually men whose muscles are very resistant and noticeable, being able to lift very heavy people and objects. *7.5. The miserable: Maybe he has malformations on the face or body. They treat him horribly and contemptuously, while they push Axel aside or avoid him. *7.6. Conjoined twins: Axel and his possible sibling/twin are twins who were born almost completely formed, except that they were born attached to each other either on the side of the hip; by the back; through the abdomen, or, they were born with two heads on the same body. It may be the case that only one twin is a yandere(Axel) and the other is not, which would lead to big fights and arguments between them; On the other hand, if they are both yanderes, they would fight or argue about what to do or how to approach you and get your attention, as well as how to eliminate their love rivals.

Whatever his physical condition or ability, he will not tolerate humiliation and ridicule coming from you, because for him, it would be like a very strong betrayal.

He can also be some mythological creature (if we use fantasy themes) such as an angel; a demon; naga/lamia; mermaid/merman, or some kind of faun, centaur, etc. You can have different types of dealings with the caretaker/tamer of beasts/mythological creatures.

HE HATES it when you leave the circus at the end of each performance, or when you like another show or act more than his own.

He would hate for others to notice or make fun of you.

He would also hate that you are with friends, and that you go with them and not with him/her.

He would appreciate your gifts, cheers, applause, compliments and praise from the audience. Axel would really value it.

If he needs a volunteer for his shows, Axel would choose you as long as he didn't involve you in dangerous acts.

If you are a freak like him and you are part of the circus, he would spy on you when you are in your tent, dressing room or rehearsing a show; In addition to being very jealous and obsessive, to the point of not letting others talk to you.

When the circus leaves for another city, he would then beg for you to go with him and if you refuse, he would kidnap you.

If it's a circus in the style of the songs "Dark Wood Circus" or "Circus Monster", then it occurs to me that Axel could have been kidnapped as a child, and was forced to be a freak; and whatever they surgically did to his body, he is forced to perform in shows (so as not to receive punishment) and you would be like a light in the middle of his hell, so he would become obsessed with you . If the circus kidnaps you, they would try to force you to be with them.

In a Dark Wood Circus style context, he would come to see you in your cage, talk to you, and if someone hurts you, Axel will swear to himself that he will kill your attacker without mercy and that… one day they could escape to a better world together.

Otherwise, he will NOT let you run away from the circus…or from him. -The end. So, what do you think about this?

[angel-anachronism]

𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 (series)

Chapter II: The Star Of The Show

CW: AFAB reader (they/them), nothing! (the yandere actions didn't happen yet... or did they?).

MASTERLIST

<<Chapter I, Chapter III>>

The carnival was truly something to revere. A grand archway adorned the entrance, illuminated by a cascade of soft lightbulbs that were yet to be lit since the sun was still in the sky, and cheery music was playing behind the entrance, which was guarded by a ticket agent inside his little booth. Neither I nor Clem could see the man behind the foggy glass, but Clem gave the man two tickets, which he took and started studying to see if they were authentic. After a few seconds, we were finally allowed to walk inside the circus, and it was truly more marvellous than I imagined.

I was looking at the surroundings, awestruck. If Wonderland truly existed, this place would be how it'd look like! There were people of all different sizes and backstories surrounding stalls and rides. Still, truly the brightest star in this heliocentric system that was called a carnival was the giant main tent, a spectacle in itself, with billowing fabric adorned with intricate patterns and vibrant hues. 

"You seem to adore this surrounding, aren't you?" Clem stopped me from daydreaming with a hearty chuckle. I shook my head and smiled at him, feeling ecstatic, like a child would feel at a place such as this one.

"How couldn't I? This is like a heaven for people with superior imagination, truly like another nature to the most imaginative toffs*!" 

"And yet you were acting like a meater* earlier! I told you that everything will be worth it to see this place!" Clem smiled cheekily. I gave him an unimpressed look, before looking at the other visitor of this place, the sparrow that I took under my wing, pun intended. I felt slightly sad as I saw a bunch of sparrows around the trees, being able to fly freely, while the one I took under my care couldn't join them. 

"Did you give her a name yet?" Clem asked. "the sparrow?"

"Hmm...not yet..." I replied, huffing. "Have you got an idea?"

"How about...Brisky?" He suggested. Brisky...that's an interesting name... I nodded my head in agreement. "Well, it's nice that we came to an agreement-"

Before he could finish the sentence, something bumped into Clem, which made him almost lose his balance. "Watch where you're going-" was what he was about to say, until we both met the gaze of a small girl, no older than thirteen. What intrigued me most about her was the colour of her curls, her fair sui generis* white hair, which was quite a big contrast to her rich umber skin.

"My apologies...sir!" The little girl muttered, before running past us. She was heading towards the tent, holding on to her satchel as if wanting nothing to fall out of it. Unluckily for her, something did fall out of her satchel. As I picked the item up, I noticed that it looked like a necklace with some sort of flower shape. 

"Excuse me! You lost something!" I yelled so I could get her attention but on deaf ears was heard my voice. Without even announcing Clem, I started running towards the tent so that I could catch the girl, while hearing Clem yell at me in the background.

Once I got inside the tent, I was shocked to see a lot of people there, but no sign of the white-haired girl. Even Brisky chirped, probably showing her fear for the people surrounding us. I put my hand over her, and then I heard Clem enter, huffing. "I called for you!"

"Well, I'm very sorry your highness!" I mocked him before somebody began pushing us gently from behind towards the benches "Please, madam and sir, take a seat. You're stealing the attention from the stars of the show." the deep gloomy feminine voice of the person from behind us said. We complied, I myself feeling a little ashamed for getting scolded and sat down on the benches in the back. The tent darkened, as the spotlight was now at the centre of the ring, where the ringmaster was standing.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and gals and gender nonconforming pals! Step right up, step right up, see amazing human oddities, freaks of nature. Be warned, people with heart conditions, children, women - we will accept no responsibility for fainting, reoccurring nightmares, or death!" The ringmaster laughed, seeming proud of what he spoke, as if he hadn't said these exact same words before during shows. "With that in mind, welcome to Beau and Harvey's: Spectacular, Marvellous, Magnificent Carnival! The greatest show ever heard of in entire Europe!" 

People began clapping, and I started clapping too. "This moment will live forever, tonight!" as the ringmaster said that, a bunch of spectacular colours began appearing in my vision: acrobats jumping high in the air from behind me and Clem, which caused me to yelp, plenty of wild animals I haven't seen before in my life, and people in multicoloured clothing. There were even people juggling objects on fire, and how did their hands not burn? They weren't even wearing gloves or anything to protect their skin!

All the carnies appeared, with the ringmaster in front of them, showing his dominion over them in a way by stealing the attention of the viewers, including myself. Everyone began clapping, whistling and even shouting from how magnificent the opening act was. I can't wait to see what else they have in store!

"Thank you, thank you!" The ringmaster tipped his top hat at the audience. "Now, as I can observe you hungry pooches are waiting for the fun part, but we're trying to spice things up a bit today. I mean, seeing the same carnies do the same things every single time, must be getting quite boring for the viewer, wouldn't you agree?" The crowd responded with either yes or no, but the people mostly responded with "yes". "Well then, tonight we'll be having a star! But not just anybody, somebody who happens to be very lucky!" 

The assemblage went silent as the man closed his eyes and began pointing his cane randomly.

"Ene mene miste, Es rappelt in der Kiste Ene Mene Mu und dran bist Du!"*

At each word, the man pointed randomly and inconsistently at the audience, and at the fifteenth word, the word "Du", was pointed towards me, Clem, and a few people who were sitting near us, yet the spotlight lit between me and Clem before it started slowly moving above me. "Oh wow, what luck I truly have..." I mentally cursed myself for sitting here, meanwhile, Clem was laughing his socks off at my luck. The ringmaster opened his eyes and said "You, the mademoiselle with the black hat! Step right up, don't be shy!"

I gave Clem little Brisky and my hat, and started walking slowly to my doom (which not so surprisingly was inside the ring). I felt like a lamb to the slaughter as I finally got past the fence and inside the ring. The ringmaster smiled at me, showing his golden tooth, and I did a curtsy, feeling very embarrassed at the moment. "Everybody give a warm welcome to our star of the show for tonight... what's your name?" The man asked, to which I gulped. Could I really say my name? I mean, there must be a lot of people named (Y/N) around the area, so I shouldn't worry too much... But what if someone reports me to Miss Hoffman?! I am wearing the uniform of the famous "Reinhart private girl school", but at the same time... nobody saw a Reinhart student as we're always on school grounds... stop being so cynical, just say your name, (Y/N)! 

"My name is (Y/N)..." I smiled sheepishly. 

"Ah, (Y/N)! How are you feeling being the star for tonight?" The man shook my hand energetically, which made me feel a little dizzy from how fast he was shaking my hand. "Good, well, bring them there!" I finally regained my thoughts as I heard the last part being enunciated towards somebody who was behind me apparently. Take me where?! Before I could utter anything, I felt two gloved hands on my shoulders as I was guided towards a... round wall? 

I was feeling the adrenaline coursing through my veins from the confusion and what could happen to me, as the person was preparing me by putting my hands above my head. "Good luck." was all they said as they finally left. The spotlight shined towards me, blinding my eyes a bit, but before I could cover them, the showman began saying: "Now, everybody get prepared for the first act of tonight, the art of impalement." My eyes widened even more. I didn't sign up to get impaled! But a silhouette appeared in front of me, stepping a few feet away from me, holding daggers.

Was this the end of my life as (Y/N) Burton? The girl who was sent to right their bad behaviour at a private girl's school for two years straight, only to get into more trouble by sneaking into the circus?

I kept trying to stay as still as a boulder while the silhouette kept making false throwing gestures towards me as if they were calculating the correct direction to throw the daggers. I almost flinched as the first dagger was thrown near my waist, and then another near my hair, and then a few more, until the daggers created an outline of me. The whole crowd applauded, myself included, even if I felt like my soul was leaving my body from the fear I felt. Before I could ask the showman if I could just walk back at my seat, another pair of hands, this one without gloves, started taking me backstage.

"You did amazing, girly!" The person finally showed themselves, yet another girl, this time looking the same age as me, with long locks of white hair. Why does this circus only have white-haired people?! The girl smiled at me, her teeth as white as her albino skin, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Myrtle is that the girl that took Sisi's place at Perry's act?" A taller man with slicked-back brown hair asked.

"Yes, Dorian! Weren't they amazing for not being scared!" The girl whose name I learned was "Myrtle" giggled. They both looked like acrobats but with bright makeup, which I noticed was quite a pattern at this circus as everybody backstage was doing their makeup or already had makeup. It must be so that they can distinguish themselves, which was a little strange since all of them stuck out like sore thumbs among the crowd.

"To be honest, yes! It's like you're a professional carny, darling!" "Dorian" smiled at me.

"Why thank you!" I smiled at them, feeling very awkward at the moment. 

"Dorian, did you see my necklace anywhere?!" I heard a panicked tone say. It was the little girl from earlier with the distinctive white curls!

"I'm sorry, Elisnora, but I haven't seen anything. Go ask Pierre, she'd help you surely!" Dorian said. I looked in my bolero's pocket, trying to find the necklace, since I kept it to give back to the girl. Once I found it, I called the girl who was heading outside backstage. "Hey, is this perhaps yours?"

The girl's eyes twinkled with hope as I gave it to her. "Yes! Thank you so very much! You are my saviour!" she hugged me quickly, before stopping. I sensed that she was embarrassed and I giggled. "No problem! I remember seeing you earlier before the show began. You seemed to be in a hurry, so I rushed after you since your necklace fell out of your satchel, but the show had already begun." 

I saw a polar bear approach us and snuggle up to the girl, which honestly scared me a little. Bears are dangerous animals, and I'd expect polar bears to be even more dangerous as not many people live in their habitats, yet this one was so gentle towards the girl, and the girl didn't seem afraid one bit.

The little girl seemed to have noticed my initial fear, as she giggled "You don't need to be afraid of Fram. He means no harm. He's like a giant puppy!" she took my hand and made me pet the bear, which scared me a lot. Instead of getting my hand bitten, the bear instead leaned into my touch, its fur being silkier than any fine satin dress I've ever worn. "See?"

I heard the man laugh from beside me. "Hah! You're more of a scaredy cat than Pierre is! You're even standing still as a rock!" 

"Will you two stop being so noisy! Yes, you and Myrtle might be "Oh so gracious like fine feathers in the sky" but that doesn't mean that you have the excuse to be lairy* all the time!" A new voice appeared, this one being so agitating like nails on a chalkboard from how it was yelling.

"Will you shut up for once! We have the star of the last act here with us right now, Sisi!" Dorian whispered-yelled at the new voice. I looked at the person who initially yelled, as he looked at me shocked.

"Oh why I apologize for how I acted, dear! You see my two cohorts* made me a little angry as of right now!" The person smiled. He had a classic harlequin clown facepaint, copper, almost very bright red hair, and the brightest green eyes I've ever seen. They almost looked unnatural. The smile he had was oddly too exaggerated, something not a normal authentic smile would look like. "Either way, what's your name, doll? Was it (n/n)? Or perhaps (N/Y)? Either way, I have to thank you again for taking my place at the daggers act!"

Do circus carnies always have to shake hands so energetically?! I felt like I was on an awfully fast merry-go-round! But I guess it's just something they do to keep character and charm. After he was done, I was taken out of my inner thoughts as his words finally hit me. He asked for my name. "Oh, sorry! My name is not (n/n) or (N/Y). It's (Y/N)! Even if it wasn't pleasant to almost be pierced by knives, you sure are welcome!" I smiled at him.

"(Y/N)...(Y/N)..." He kept repeating my name, sounding like he was trying to keep his mind wrapped around that name. "Well, meeting you was a pleasure, dear (Y/N)!"

"ditto* your way..." "Cecil! Just call me Cecil! Cecil Cabaret!" The clown said, giving me his other hand to shake it. I yelped as I took it and saw it fall out of his sleeve. "Well, It seems that I really gave you a helping hand!" He joked, popping out his actual hand out of the sleeve, and now I could notice that the other hand was just a wooden hand.

"Sisi, you never give out your actual name to outsiders, do you perhaps..." "Myrtle, can you not be a nuisance for 2 minutes?! You know I hate that nickname!" The acrobat and the clown began bickering, leaving me alone with the other acrobat and the young teenager with the polar bear.

"Miss, didn't you come here with somebody earlier? You should surely go back to your seat, he might be wondering where you went!" Elisnora expressed her concern, and I nodded while giving her a reassuring smile.

"Please don't worry, I'm sure he's patiently waiting! My seat was near the entrance, but how can I get back to the entrance of the tent?" I asked her, but Dorian responded before Elisnora could even say a word.

"I could lead you towards the entrance, but we'd have to get around this big tent, which might tire you."

"Oh, I wouldn't mind! I owe you one for your hospitality!" I slightly curtsied before him. But I was met with only silence. "Is there something wrong?"

"Oh, no, nothing. Just me and my habit of daydreaming!" The man with amber eyes laughed. The way his makeup was made, with two vertical black lines meant to represent tears like something a mime would have, made him look as if he was crying tears of joy.

"Don't worry, I also daydream a lot!" I laughed along with him.

"Enough fooling around, your friend must be waiting for you!" He smiled at me and took my hand, but unlike the others, he took it gently, not energetically like Cecil or the ringmaster. Dorian led me outside the tent as I waved goodbye at Elisnora, and even Myrtle and Cecil, who weren't paying a bit of attention to the surroundings, themselves in their little world full of quarrels and teasings. 

"You have a foreign accent..." Dorian muttered. He seemed to be trying to start a conversation with me, which I mean, isn't that strange, since he was just leading a stranger towards their destination.

"Well, my family is from (country name), but I was born in Hampshire, and my family still lives there."

"Then why are you here on the outskirts of Hamburg?"

"Long story short... I was sent abroad to a boarding school here in Germany for...reasons..."

This caused the man to give me a teasing smile "You are in a boarding school? I never went to an actual school, but I do know that you wouldn't be allowed out of school grounds, much less to go to a carnival!"

"Oh, shush! Can't I have a little fun?" I laughed, whispering those words since I was still a bit distrustful of the passers-bys. It might seem idiotic to confirm that I am indeed in a boarding school to Dorian, but the thing is, he's from the circus, and circus carnies can't have connections to anybody outside of the circus grounds, unless the person comes to the carnival first. So unless Miss Hoffman comes to the circus, which I don't believe she'd do even in a thousand years, I'm safe.

"I never said that. Stop putting words in my mouth!" Dorian laughed along. "I just remembered, I never introduced myself properly, which I apologize for properly! I'm Dorian, Dorian Vogelmeir." 

"You have a pretty name!" I complimented him.

"Why, thank you, darling! Likewise!"

As we were walking, I heard a familiar voice call out to me. "(Y/N)! Come here!" It was Clem.

"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Dorian!" I smiled at him, shaking his hand.

"The same could be said to you, doll!" Dorian said, and before I could leave he whispered in my ear. "I wouldn't want to trouble you... but you are always welcome to come back here! Just to let you know, we have shows only two times per week during work days: on Monday and Friday, and tomorrow is Saturday, so you can come here tomorrow and we can get to know each other more. You quite intrigued me a bit!" 

I nodded my head, feeling excitement at the idea. If I play my cards right again, I could easily sneak out of the school to see Dorian once more. We both bid each other goodbyes and I ran towards Clem, who had Brisky on his shoulder and my hat in his hands. "Who was that...clown?" 

"Oh, he's just a polite acrobat who led me back here. Doesn't the show still have a lot of acts remaining? Why did you leave?"

"It's almost two o'clock! Doesn't your recreation time end soon?" My eyes widened as I remembered.

"Oh, yes! We should go now. But before that..." I surprised Clem by hugging him. "Thank you very much for bringing me here! I had lots of fun!"

Clem giggled, giving me my hat back. "Do you want to come back here tomorrow?"

"Of course!" 

Dictionary: toffs - very elegant gentlemen meater - cowardly person sui generis - unique, of its own kind lairy -  annoying cohorts - a group of people with similar characteristics ditto - to agree/ say the same thing

Translation (DE-EN) "Eeny-meeny-miney-mo There's a commotion in the box, Eeny-meeny-mo And you are it." (I'm sorry if this is incorrect, German is my third language)

Hello everybody! I'd like to apologize for my silence in the past few months, I've been going through depression lately and tomorrow I'm getting operated because I am in the early stages of Melanoma, and I wouldn't want for it to worsen. I promise that during recovery I'll write more, not only for this book, but for my other books as well. I'll also try to show all the character designs soon (through my art). And one final note before I leave which I forgot to say in the first chapter/author's notes, there will be both female and male love interests! Goodbye, and have a swell day! ~Luce/Eden

[yandere--stuck]

Yandere!Jax x Reader Headcanons

💜 As the most recent addition to the circus, after Pomni, you're a prime target for Jax's particular brand of hazing. He'll immediately latch onto any perceived weaknesses and fears to get under your skin and make your newfound existence in an eternal Hell all the more disorienting and miserable. And no matter how you react, Jax only seems to feed off it.

🐰 Fearful and upset? Jax gets so much amusement out of making you scared. Even if the others try to comfort you, Jax will immediately pop in with commentary to amplify your misery. Aw, gonna cry, little baby? Oh, you poor, poor thing. It's okay, Jax will be your friend. Might as well, right? Not like you can exactly escape him.

💜 Angry? Try to fight back? Jax finds it hilarious. He might even encourage you, urging you closer to him to yell in his face or to land a hit on him. Depending on how tall your new form is compared to his, he might be able to push your face away while you swipe at air. Ooo, how about a game of tag, one where he taunts and insults you until you chase after him. Even if you manage to get your hands on him and beat the tar out of him, the feeling of victory you've gotten out of tying his limbs into bows is quickly extinguished by the realization that he likes it. Jax laughs until he's breathless. You're a real riot, you know? You two should hang out more often.~

🐰 Even if you're near unresponsive, it won't put him off. He'll keep pushing and pushing you until he's sure you'll break. He'll insult you, spread rumors, even go so far as to shove you around if it means getting a reaction out of you. Jax will delight in your repressed rage or misery. Even if you become completely despondent, it fills Jax with a sadistic glee. His poor little sad sack. His cute punching bag. 

💜 Gangle is silently thankful for your presence having drawn Jax's attention off of her. Now when the group is off on adventures, if you choose to join, your unofficial role is essentially Jax's lackey. You're forced through threat or cohesion to do the hard things that nobody wants to do - or, rather, forced to the things only Jax wants done, but doesn't want to do himself. If you refuse, you'll be met with a barrage of insults until he either gives up or physically forces you to do what he wants.

🐰 Jax knows the others can't stand his behavior. Can't stand him. But, they like you. Of course they do. So he has to keep you away from them. You're his, after all. He chose you. That's why he's honed in on you so obsessively. He'll lead you away from them, and only then is he gentle. An arm around your shoulder. A kiss to the cheek. His voice, for once, is soft and gentle. Pleading with you with big bunny eyes that he needs you. That he really cares. He wouldn't push you so hard if he didn't care. If he didn't… Love you. You might not believe it, at first. That's okay, though. Jax has plenty of time to convince you. And when you do, when you finally accept him and his place by your side, you won't be able to the smug, shit-eating grin on his when you turn your back to him.

[kaalypsoooo]

Got bored while doing cross puzzles, they have infested my brain.

[greyssketches]

Yandere x Yandere au

[yanderegrizzsworld]

OOPS! I meant yandere platonic jax

Imagine: Platonic Yandere Jax

TW/CW: Implied Bullying

Jax is a possessive & monopoly yandere.

Being trapped within an inescapable Digital Realm with surely drive anyone mad & to a breaking point, Jax most has certainly seen it first-hand. The existencal dread of the situation pushes him to his now facade of a bastard with little regard for others.

Jax inserts himself into your routine & invades your space with no explanation, he sees no reason to rationalize his behavior & any complaints from you is a nugatory tantrum that can be eased with a pat on the head & a prank for Zooble.

Any & all interactions you have with others will be interrupted by the lavender rabbit, he sees fit to insert his opinions & jokes into the conversation with little care if it even makes sense to anyone else other than him. In the end, he'd drag you away from the other to "make up for lost time" according to him.

Jax rejects the idea of you wishing to be around or with anyone other than him, to him, he's not only the most "sane" person here, but the most fun individual as well! Any sign of you wanting to spend time with someone else is seen as him not being good enough to keep you entertained & that doesn't sit right for the rabbit.

He expects you to go along with his escapades around the circus & any form of resistance from you or anyone else most often leads to subtle mockery on his part.

Jax's view of you is that of mutual companionship, one where both parties benefit in the end. His pertinaciousness to this mindset makes any attempt to make him think otherwise not only futile, but his reactions fierce. To him, the others need to learn how to relax & stay out of his business less they want a giant centipede in their room when they sleep.

The sign of the two of you being separated is rare, & a sign that something's wrong in Jax's eyes. He sees any time apart from you as precious time being wasted & swiftly aims to fix it, regardless of the situation or reason. Not amount of fighting from you can persuade him to leave you be & any interference from another will end with someone being ridiculed/humiliated, & it's never Jax.

[spooky-narwhal]

Ah yes, the “male character with a bunny appearance who has violent tendencies” archetype

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Circus Merman

Preview of an upcoming story with more characters based on Commedia dell'arte! This one is Sandrone: cunning, clever and crude.

Yandere Circus is officially out!

You peek behind the heavy curtain and freeze. Are your eyes deceiving you? Someone is idly resting at the bottom of a large aquarium, showing no struggle despite being underwater. The mysterious man senses your presence and emerges to the surface.

"Would you look at that! I can't remember the last time I had a visitor."

He gestures for you to come closer.

"Are you the new guest? Our Columbina?"

"I don't know what you're talking about", you speak up with hesitation, eyes frozen on the scaly tail that seems eerily genuine. "I think I'll be leaving now."

"Leaving? Didn't the Ringmaster already tell you?" The merman claps his hands, amused. "You're naïve, I like that a lot. Perhaps this time I'll be the one to have you."

He abruptly grabs your wrist, and you jolt at the feeling. His hands are ice-cold and moist.

"Let me have a look at you, won't you? I'll help you hide from the others if you're good and listen to me."

[queenie-the-court-jester]

oc incorrect quotes #4

kyo: hey guys-

Kri: no we won't go frog catching with you

Kyo: but-

Kri: and no wendy is not secretly a dinosaur

Kyo: ...

Wendy: ...

Y/n: what the actual fuck-

[itsabouttimex2]

Ok, ok, HEAR ME OUT-

How about lmk Monkeifam and Bullfam with a Y/N who isn't afraid to throw hands —

Like i mean in a response to trauma or manipulation, becouse i fell it isn't explore enough in this situation -

Sure, your loved that you belived was a friend trapped /kidnapped/gaslight you is heartbreaking and of course you are gonna be sad and more incline to behave butttt-

There is always the other way of absolute rage that comes in once you realized you have been trapped/kidnapped /gaslight ecc- like i don't care anymore, i wanna throw hands, those people are death to me.(even thought this isn't the smarter choice considering the strenght of some of the people here) like them breaking Y/N down so they can comfort them to manipulate them, but then unsurprisingly the get the biggest smack/punch of their life . Just- wow the audacity.

Throwing Hands

Bullfam & Monkiefam

“…is this some sort of pathetic attempt at ‘rebellion’, Y/N? I am not impressed.”

Your hands straight bounce. Like punching a bag of wet cement, the Demon Bull King’s skin just shifts around under your fists, never breaking or bruising. You only shatter yourself against it, leaving you worn and looking foolish.

He might not even punish you, given that it’s likely that you break a wrist on impact.

“Now, look what you’ve done to yourself, foolish child. Did you truly think your mortal flesh could stand a demon king’s might? Well, now you know better.”

You lost your temper and struck him. Immediately, you learn better than to do that ever again, and he considers it lesson enough.

Surprisingly merciful, all things considered. (Partially because he finds it somewhat funny.)

I once said in my yandere alphabet that: “Red Son doesn’t want to waste his time doing something like caning or whipping you”. And though I think that viewpoint is usually true…

This changes that. It’s maybe the only situation where he would actively engage in any form of normalized torture “corporal punishment”.

Being physically attacked switches Red from ‘mildly reasonable, if a bit hair-trigger’ to ‘vicious and cruel’. Through brute force alone does he wrestle you into submission, binding your arms behind your back with a pair of metal cuffs.

He tosses you onto the nearest bed and couch before burning the lower half of your clothing off. He then takes up a thin metal rod to utilize in “disciplining” you, sharply lashing it down against your now unprotected skin. He’ll leave puffy, bleeding welts from the top of your rear to the bottom of your thighs, ensuring that you won’t even be able to think about walking for at least a week.

Problem is that not only does it not solve the problem of you being scared and angry, it also just… makes him feel bad afterwards. It breaks him, seeing you weep brokenly over his bed. Blood sluggishly trickles from the skin he’s lashed open, and you scream your lungs out into the sheets as you try to adjust to the pain.

And then he “has to” (wants to, in truth) settle in for some awkward form of aftercare, offering lotion and bandages. When you don’t accept, he forces you to drink a cup of honeyed tea loaded with sedatives because you won’t stop shrieking.

Antiseptic while you’re asleep, a few stitches here and there, then the lotion and bandages he tried earlier. And then a few cautious back rubs, trying to calm your fitful slumber.

“Gods, Y/N… what have I done to you? I… I was just… I was… no, I… I’m sorry.”

An outright dodge. Princess Iron Fan has no time for your nonsense. For trying, she’ll lock you into whatever room has been set aside for you, barring the door with powerful magic.

One shallowly-filled bowl of food every two days, adding just a little bit more to it each day. One ceramic cup of room temperature water every four hours. A change of clothes every three days. Instead of brute force, Iron Fan teaches you through deprivation.

After a month of this, she might see fit you allow you back out of your room, letting you mingle with the family you have been forced to adopt.

After writing her a letter of apology, of course. Two pages. Pray you have the mind to keep your pencil steady.

So very many tears to deal with, probably on both ends. MK knows that he’s doing isn’t all that great, sure… but it’s because he loves you!

Can’t you love him back, please? Ok, he’s been manipulating you! Maybe he’s been driving some friends away! Maybe he’s sent a few clones to tail you around the city! But, please, please- you can’t stop loving him! He just can’t risk having you hurt!

“Please, Y/N! You don’t understand! I’m just trying to keep you safe! You can hit me again, hit me as many times as you want! Just- please, Y/N… I need you. Please…”

His last resort is stuffing you in Shuilian Cave, given that you can’t escape with his or Sun Wukong’s help. Maybe a few ropes to keep you in place. He’ll cry with each knot tied, begging you not to hate him.

Sun Wukong tanks your punch and gives your head a little pat, frowning at the display. “Sorry, bud. Trust me, I know I’m not exactly the good guy here. Go ahead and let it out. I… kinda deserve it, huh?”

The Great Sage knows you have every reason to be upset. Really, you do. All there’s only so much waylaying of emotions to be done, unfortunately. You were going to crack eventually.

He stands firmly in place, one hand rubbing your back while you break your fists against his body, watching you scream and cry. The man is just… unsurprised? He’s starting to realize that he messes up a lot of things.. So just letting you whale on him seems fair, gently trying to shush your angry tears while your skin grinds to bloody pulp against his shredded abdomen.

“How about I make us some tea,” he offers afterwards, surveying your destroyed hands. “And I’ll patch you up. Then… I think you’ve earned yourself an early bedtime for the rest of the week, bud.”

“Oh, kiddo. Do you know what “screwing up” is? After this, they’re gonna put your picture in the dictionary as an example.”

Macaque does not tolerate having hands laid on him. Not by friends, not by enemies. And certainly not by his little student, who is supposed to be wide-eyed and placid, in awe of his every move and strike.

You are supposed to be sweet and respectful. You are supposed to be kind and loving.

And he’s sure that with a little bit of “training”, he’ll get you back to that disposition.

He’ll snap his fingers with an angry snarl, shadows springing all around you like cold wires. You are gagged with a cold ebon muzzle, both your hands locked inside a cuff of swirling black and purple. You want to act like an animal? Macaque will chain you to the wall by your new muzzle and treat you like an animal.

Maybe a few days spent so on a chain so short you can’t lay down will teach you better than to raise a hand against “the only person who even loves you, Y/N!” ever again.

[abbyfmc]

Yandere Master of Ceremonies! x Freak! reader Headcanons:

Hey! How are you in the middle of all this heat? I hope you're okay.

For a long time I have been attracted to yandere stories (well, that has always been XD), but also to circus/fair/carnival themes with creepy touches, so I made a decision.

Yandere stories or headcanons with themes of circuses, fairs and creepy carnivals, making obvious mention of the "FreakShows" Obviously changing to a few years ago, since today they are considered unethical, and in most countries they are even illegal, or slightly common.

Warning: Yandere behavior, obsession, kidnapping, mention of probable selling of people (slavery), as well as inappropriate treatment, etc.

Now, enjoy it!

He could have met you when he was just forming the circus; when the circus was already fully formed; He met you around your town/city; or you were simply sold to the circus as a freak.

Whatever the case, he saw something in you that attracted him and he liked it deeply.

Whatever your physical condition, you seemed, seem and will continue to seem beautiful to him.

He would hate to see you coexist with the other freaks or with some normal civilian.

Whatever your talent or ability, he will like it and love to see you whether during shows or during a rehearsal.

He would gladly introduce you during shows, with compliments and praise disguised as formality.

He would get angry if another employee or one of the freaks noticed you, which would put that co-worker on his blacklist.

He would leave you flowers, gifts and even notes in your dressing room, cage, etc.

If in that case you have been sold to the circus, and he finds out that your sellers (who may or may not have been your parents) did not treat you well, he would make them pay dearly for hurting you.

Do you have friends or a partner? Well, not anymore! They are dead or were kicked out of the circuses.

Whether you rehearse; sing, dance or act during the shows; whether you sleep, bathe, etc., he would always watch and harass you from a distance.

Yes, he would be able to kill the other freaks who have other intentions with you. He could also miss the rehearsals and acts of his rivals.

If he is very macabre, he would secretly spoil the functions of his rivals, or those he dislikes the most, causing them humiliation and accidents.

He would be deeply bothered by your rejections of him, and as revenge, he would "accidentally" ruin your rehearsals and performances.

If you see him murdering a co-worker (freak or not) and he finds out, he could threaten you with your family, friends and perhaps partner; chase you, harass you, watch you and convince you that what he did was "for your good," according to him; or he would kill you both out of love and to silence you and thus save his reputation.

If he could, he would spy on you while you prepare for some show.

In case he has kidnapped you when you were a normal civilian and tried to escape; He would punish you with confinement, physical and also psychological and then ask yourself: -Why would you like to leave us? Why do you want to leave the circus, and why do you want to leave me?-.

It is also likely that he has kidnapped you while you were a common civilian, and then he has ended up forcing you to be a circus phenomenon, either amputating you or costing some limbs; dye your hair or burning your face or some part of your body. -The end. What do you think about this?

[ablobwhowrites]

Yandere digital circus shitpost and rambles

Y/n in denial: "oh this can't be so bad, I can take the headset off"

Ragatha: "so...i have something to tell you"

Y/n: "WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T TAKE THIS OFF!"

Y/n first week in the digital circus like.

Pomni: "well it could be worse, I got some what normal with this place"

Y/n: "I wanna abstract now...i really do"

Magician y/n: "and for my next trick I'll make something disappear!" *Disappeared into smoke*

Ragatha: "that's was amazing y/n! Okay you can come back now...y/n?"

*y/n running away holding their magicians hat*

Also I imagine that digital circus y/n (or m/n) being like a mannequin who basically can be whatever they want by putting any type of clothes on and to express emotions they just have these eye brows they slap on their face to make them look made or something but then Jax tries to doodle on y/n's face

m/n: "finally fixed my headset, hope it's finally going to work like normal"

*m/n sitting in shock on his bed digital as the digital circus music starts to play*

I imagine kinger likes to tell you what's in his big collection and he basically lets you come in his pillow fortress anytime you like, also I know the yandere amazing digital circus would be a nightmare to be in, but it's fun to write about

[circusmania]

May i request some wholesome yandere pomni with Mime! reader who CAN speak but prefers to use sign language and gestures? ♡

(Wholesome) Yandere!Pomni x GN!Reader ⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ Notes: Sorry, this one is shorter 💔 I hope you enjoy it regardless!

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Everybody knows Pomni as the skittish, shy and paranoid jester. Many are surprised she hasn't abstracted yet. She mostly keeps to herself; if she has to talk to anyone, it would be Ragatha. So, it was quite a shock when Pomni was the first to introduce herself to You.

You didn't speak to her, but rather waved back at her.

“Oh! No need to be shy — I mean not around me! I'm Pomni! What's-”

Pomni was harshly interrupted by an overgrown purple rabbit. He commented on your attire in a way that you couldn't tell was supposed to be a joke or just plain mean.

This made Pomni notice that your attire looked pretty close to hers. Except for the fact that it was in black and white, and you actually had pants.

Pomni tried to interject Jax, but her shyness overcame her. She only stood there as Jax continued to tease you.

This would continue for days on end. However, you really didn't mind his teasing, you found it actually pretty amusing. Sometimes you would put your hands on your mouth as if you were “giggling” like a high school girl. Or you'd wave him away with one hand while you covered your face with the other in “embarrassment”.

Though, one time, Pomni spotted you and Jax together. A twinge of envy penetrated her heart as she watched. Then, she saw you cover your face with your hands and lower your head. You were obviously faking it, but Pomni really thought you were crying. And that made her finally put her foot on the ground.

“Leave them alone, Jax! Can't you just stop being an asshole!? This is exactly why no one likes you!!” Pomni yelled as she got between you and Jax.

Silence filled the room as you looked up from your hands. Jax suddenly burst into laughter, clearly finding Pomni's outburst amusing. And while she did feel embarrassed, she quickly turned back to you, ready to comfort you. However, she saw your “shocked” expression instead of a tear-filled face.

“I… I… thought you were crying…” She stuttered, her nervous demeanour returning.

You made another “giggling” motion and kissed her cheek in amusement. You then strolled away, leaving Pomni a blushing mess.

From this day on, you never left Pomni's gaze. She kept telling you it's because she didn't want Jax to bother you anymore… But you knew there was something else to it. She always stayed close to you and chased away any Gloinks away on quests, made you avoid Jax, didn't let you listen to Kinger's crazy theories (from fear you'll abstract) and so on. You found it cute, to say the least.

This whole time, you had never spoken a syllable to anyone. Pomni at first thought you were just shy, but now she thinks you're just flat-out mute. So, it was much to her surprise when you finally spoke.

You both were lying outside the Circus, star-gazing.

“I miss the outside… I also miss seeing the real stars and not just a glowing moon with a face.” She sighed.

“Same.”

It suddenly became really quiet as Pomni processed what had just happened.

She quickly got up. “WAIT, YOU CAN TALK!?”

You simply faked another “giggle” as you went back to not talking.

Pomni would keep trying to get you to speak again, and you'll occasionally oblige.

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