#Verse: Noah's Ark Circus

[circustricks]

LADIES & GENTLEMEN ! BOYS & GIRLS ! noah's ark circus proudly presents the bulls-eye knifethrower who never misses his shot — DAGGER ! / portrayal is influenced by all canon material   ( manga,  anime  &  musical ) &  heavily on headcanons.   private  &  highly selective.   multi-verse,   crossover, & original character friendly. written by charming ( 28 , they / them ).

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[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Could you write a joker x reader? Reader is an apprentice to the prosthetic guy but doesn’t know he’s using children, reader is just trying to learn from someone well versed and ends up seeing joker a lot and one thing leads to another ? Thank you very much

you're welcome!

fun fact I LOVE THIS OMG <3

When you first joined Noah’s Ark Circus, they all joyfully declared you a third-stringer.

You’re not a performer; far from it. You keep to the tents, mainly the medical tent wherein your mentor works. It’s a place of healing, quiet and out of the spotlight that many of the others seem drawn to.

It doesn’t bother you at all. Doc keeps you busy, even if there’s no one to treat at any given moment. There are other things for you to do, and things that he can teach you. Thank the Lord he took you in and is willing to let you study under him. Already you’ve learned so much.

Reviewing some of the texts he’s left you is one of the few ways you’re able to pass the time while Doc is away. You’re not sure where he is, exactly, but he told you he had to fetch some more supplies from town. What kind of shoppe he went to for such things is beyond you. Maybe he’ll show you someday.

For now, there are no illnesses or injuries, thank goodness, and you’re alone in the medical tent. So you read. You sit and commit things to memory and test yourself.

That’s how you stay, fairly idle, until the tent’s ‘door’ is parted and you hear footsteps in the grass and dirt. Upon looking up, you’re faced with the circus ringleader, JOKER.

To say you’ve had feelings for him since shortly after you met him would be fairly accurate. He’s a handsome man, with sunset-orange hair that reaches past his shoulders and the brightest eyes you’ve ever seen. His smile… it makes your heart melt.

He’s been here in the medical tent pretty frequently ― making visits every couple of days, per Doc’s orders, since he’s got a prosthetic arm. It needs checking up on often, to make sure things are going alright. (Though, if Doc is to be believed, he’s chuckled about having to chase Joker down before, with the man sometimes going a week without having Doc check up. You wonder what’s changed that he’s doing better about that now.)

You won’t complain. You like getting to see him. He always has a new joke for you, and despite that he seems quite shy about letting you examine his prosthetic, you find the technology fascinating. It probably isn’t nearly as much to him… he’s expressed before that he doesn’t like that he’s ‘missing pieces’. You can imagine he’s suffered a lot at the hands of other people’s cruelty because he’s different.

All these people are different. No one is exactly the same. You wish you could find the words to say something like that. You just… don’t know how to go about it without making it sound like you’re dismissing his struggles. Ah, well.

“Afternoon, Joker,” you call as you set your book to the side for now. “How are rehearsals going?”

He uses his prosthetic hand to tip an imaginary hat to you, smile ever present. However, there’s also the distinct look of discomfort on his features. “Afternoon, m’ lovely! Aren’t ye a sight f’r sore eyes. Rehearsals are goin’. Eh, well…”

His other hand is held up so that you can plainly see why he looks to be in pain. A cut across his palm, not especially deep but definitely dripping some blood. “Had a li’l accident. Comes wit’ the territory, I s’pose. Doc ain’t round?”

“Oh, dear! I’d say you had an accident.” Your romantic feelings for him get gently pushed to the side in favor of concern over his wound, and you wave him over toward you. “Doc had to go into town to pick up some things, he said… I offered to go so he wouldn’t have trouble getting around, but he says he likes getting out once in a while. Come here, though, have a seat. I think I can patch you up. What happened?”

He offers a mirthless chuckle, sitting down on the cot next to where you’re studying. “Ah, well, let’s jus’ say I ain’t gonna be takin’ Dagger’s job anytime soon, aye? ‘Parently I don’t know the right end ‘f a knife from the wrong one! Found a point, though, hehe.”

You shake your head. “Still making jokes even when you’re hurt? Tsk, if that doesn’t sound like a man married to his job.”

“Awh, no. I jus’ don’t want ye tae worry, ye knoo?” As soon as you turn toward him with a roll of bandages and a bucket of water, he holds out his hand. “I ‘ad worse than this, so don’t fret, alrigh’?”

You dip a rag in the water, and wring it a bit before reaching to start cleaning the cut on his hand. “No promises. Try not to flinch, okay? Grit your teeth if you have to; this might be a little uncomfortable.”

He does his best, you think. You can practically feel his whole body tense up as you make long, careful strokes down the injury to make sure it gets rinsed as well as you can manage. A hiss of pain even gets sucked through his teeth and you can tell from the look on his face that it isn’t pleasant.

“There we are,” you murmur once you finish that part, resting the rag on the edge of the bucket. “The worst part’s done. It looks like it’s stopped bleeding, since there wasn’t too much that came off while I was cleaning it. I’ll bandage it and let you get back to work. Although,” you add in a teasing tone, “if you wanted an excuse to take a little rest, I’d say you’ve got one.”

He laughs, and thankfully it sounds a little stronger than he seemed while you were cleaning the cut. “By God, I got s’me bad luck, aye? Ain’t enough I’m missin’ a ‘and, I gotta ‘urt the other one. Be useless before long. Bloke wit’out either of his ‘ands ain’t good for much, is he?”

You fall quiet for a minute as you unroll the bandage. You begin to wrap it around his hand, making sure that it’s secure but not overly tight. At the risk of your silence making him think you agree with him, you gingerly run your fingers over his palm after you’ve tied off the bandage with a small knot to keep in place.

“I think you’re good for plenty, Joker.” Even though he goes wide-eyed when you do it, you bring his hand up to your face and press a feather-light kiss to his palm. “That prosthetic Doc gave you allows you to have another hand. And this cut isn’t so bad, even though you should rest it a bit. Honestly, even if you couldn’t use both of your hands, I think you’d still find a way to be amazing.”

His face turns pink, then he lets out a breath of a laugh through his nose. “Maybe y’re the one who needs some medical attention. Got a fever ‘r somethin’? Scramblin’ y’r brains?”

“Oh, please.” You sit down on the cot next to him. “Don’t try to make me laugh. I’m trying to tell you that I have feelings for you.” If only your heart would stop pounding like it’s about to jump out of your chest. “You wouldn’t… happen to have anything to tell me, would you?”

“Ah. Well… no. Nothin’ tae say.” In stark contrast, however, he lets his injured hand curl lightly around your fingers. “… Migh’ ‘ave somethin’ tae do, though.”

With that, he leans forward… and hesitates. He’s so close, you can feel his anxious breath, warm against your lips. He wants it. He’s just too afraid to go for it. You can imagine that other people has beaten him down so thoroughly, the thought that no one who isn’t like him could love him has been engraved onto his heart.

He wants it. He doesn’t think you do. This despite the fact that you’ve just told him you like him. What has the world done to this poor, sweet man?

Well. That’s fine. You’ll just have to engrave something else over his heart, something much kinder.

So you lean forward to meet him halfway, taking his lips against yours. Once you’re there, he’s eager to reciprocate, pressing in against you like he’s been craving for it his whole life.

God, if there were only some way to lock a tent the way you’d lock a bedroom. All you can pray is that Doc doesn’t pick this moment to return.

You feel like perhaps you’ve convinced Joker to take that rest after all, because it’s not long before you’re lying on the cot with him. You’re content to kiss him like this until he feels relaxed enough to go back to the practice tent.

But then you twine your fingers into the bony fingers of his prosthetic, and he shudders like he thinks you’re going to pull away from him. “A-ah, hey…” he mumbles against your lips. “Ye shouldn’t… I mean… ye oughta focus on my good ‘and, darlin’…”

“Hm… but I don’t see a bad hand that you have.” You smile, and kiss him again. Twice as hard this time.

“You’ll have to keep up with your visits here, sweetheart. So I can examine your hand. I’ll need an excuse to hold it, after all.”

[almaqead]

"The Cursed Circus." From Surah 16, Surah An Nahl, the Bee.

What does the Quran say about the battle between Light and darkness, the Mosque and the Diabolic Estate? Such as the one we are losing right about now because Joe Biden has not yet annulled Donald's Trumps second term in the White House such as secular law dictates he must?

What happens the next time?

The next time is also the same thing as this time in the Quran, the difference is but the blink of an eye:

16: 77-83:

To Allah ˹alone˺ belongs ˹the knowledge of˺ the unseen in the heavens and the earth. Bringing about the Hour would only take the blink of an eye, or even less. Surely Allah is Most Capable of everything.

And Allah brought you out of the wombs of your mothers while you knew nothing, and gave you hearing, sight, and intellect so perhaps you would be thankful.

Have they not seen the birds glide in the open sky? None holds them up except Allah. Surely in this are signs for those who believe.

And Allah has made your homes a place to rest, and has given you tents from the hide of animals, light to handle when you travel and when you camp. And out of their wool, fur, and hair He has given you furnishings and goods for a while.

And Allah has provided you shade out of what He created, and has given you shelter in the mountains. He has also provided you with clothes protecting you from the heat ˹and cold˺, and armour shielding you in battle. This is how He perfects His favour upon you, so perhaps you will ˹fully˺ submit ˹to Him˺.

But if they turn away, then your duty ˹O Prophet˺ is only to deliver ˹the message˺ clearly.

They are aware of Allah’s favours, but still deny them. And most of them are ˹truly˺ ungrateful.

Commentary:

God has given us an obvious advantage over Donald Trump and his Embassy of Evil, the Quran says this is true in plainsong.

Humanity has a real chance of engineering the Masjid on this world, the Verses stand behind this fact, if only we would stand up for our side of the Fight. If only the world would unite just this one time and prove to itself it can do it, it can offend the darkness instead of the reverse and win.

We must rid this sacred place of Donald Trump, Jerry Falwell, and their cursed circus before it is too late. Now, this second as the Verses dictate, or this has already happened again. We know the White House has the law, but its job, shielding the world, remains undone. It would take no time at all to save the world, surely of this, Joe Biden is fully capable?

There is no reason anyone on this planet should feel intimated or be hurting. We have everything we need to prevent such exposures but one thing: proper administration. This is what is meant by shade above. Any kind of covering, clothes, shelter, especially the laws that protect us must never be taken for granted, which is why we remain on Jihad.

This concept of covering is discussed in Noach in the Torah and everyone knows what it means in this context too!

17 "The flood continued forty days on the earth. The waters increased and bore up the ark, and it rose high above the earth. 18 The waters prevailed and increased greatly on the earth, and the ark floated on the face of the waters. 19 And the waters prevailed so mightily on the earth that all the high mountains under the whole heaven were covered. 20 The waters prevailed above the mountains, covering them fifteen cubits[h] deep. 21 And all flesh died that moved on the earth, birds, livestock, beasts, all swarming creatures that swarm on the earth, and all mankind. 22 Everything on the dry land in whose nostrils was the breath of life died. 23 He blotted out every living thing that was on the face of the ground, man and animals and creeping things and birds of the heavens. They were blotted out from the earth. Only Noah was left, and those who were with him in the ark."

Everything of value, the Torah says is covered:

13 "In the six hundred and first year, in the first month, the first day of the month, the waters were dried from off the earth. And Noah removed the covering of the ark and looked, and behold, the face of the ground was dry. 14 In the second month, on the twenty-seventh day of the month, the earth had dried out. 15 Then God said to Noah, 16 “Go out from the ark, you and your wife, and your sons and your sons' wives with you. 17 Bring out with you every living thing that is with you of all flesh—birds and animals and every creeping thing that creeps on the earth—that they may swarm on the earth, and be fruitful and multiply on the earth.” 18 So Noah went out, and his sons and his wife and his sons' wives with him. 19 Every beast, every creeping thing, and every bird, everything that moves on the earth, went out by families from the ark."

Therefore, until there is administration and Zakah, the most obvious sign of the onset of the Masjid, has been restored on this world, the Jihad against the Cursed Circus, the Enemy Ark must go on.

[beastlywoman]

INDEPENDENT, PRIVATE, HIGHLY-SELECTIVE BEAST ( from Kuroshitsuji ) ROLEPLAY BLOG. FOLLOWS BACK FROM @WRENNLY. GENERAL CARRD HERE

✦ BASICS.

FULL NAME.   Beast

NICKNAME.  Bee

GENDER. CIS Female

HEIGHT.  5 foot 6 inches

AGE (Verse Dependent). 24

ZODIAC. Unknown

SPECIES.  Human

✦ PHYSICAL.

HAIR COLOR.   Black with reddish tips

EYE COLOR.    Red

SKIN.    Fair

BODY TYPE.    Curvaceous

DOMINANT HAND.      Right

SCARS.   Wrists, hips, back

MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). Large breasts, always on display; prosthetic leg

  ✦ CHILDHOOD.

PLACE OF BIRTH.   East-end

SIBLINGS.    None

PARENTS.   Deceased

✦ ADULTHOOD.

OCCUPATION.  Beast tamer

CURRENT RESIDENCE.  Noah's Ark Circus

CLOSE FRIENDS.  Joker, Doll, Wendy, Dagger

RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Multi-ship

FINANCIAL STATUS. Poor

CRIMINAL RECORD.  Various

VICES.  Sexual frustration, rage, fear

✦ SEX && ROMANCE.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Biromantic Bisexual

PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.  submissive  |  dominant  |  switch  |  top |  bottom |  vers.

LIBIDO.  High

TURN ON’S.     TBA

TURN OFF’S.   TBA

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. Relationship weary

✦ MISCELLANEOUS.

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.    American Horror - Snow Wife

MENTAL ILLNESSES.     PTSD, depression, anxiety

PHYSICAL ILLNESSES.       Missing leg

PHOBIAS.   Losing her family

SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.  High

VULNERABILITIES.    Joker

✦ PERSONALITY

Beast is shown to be proud, womanly, and strong-willed. she has a firey personality and a flaring temper that often gets her into trouble. shown as unaware of Dagger's feelings towards her, Beast struggles with her self esteem when she's alone. she feels alone in wanting to leave their Father behind, and she hates what she does. she loathes the jobs that she's assigned, and tries to escape but to no avail. she betrays her family's trust with Sebastian.

  ✦ BIOGRAPHY

TW: HOMELESSNESS/HOUSELESSNESS, ABUSE, STARVATION

Beast was born on East End, a gutter where trash would be disposed of. her mother, Amelia, passed early upon her youth. Beast's original name is unknown, but I headcanon that it would be Elizabeth as well. somehow, it feels fitting for her almost.

Beast and the others struggled to make ends meet, and with their physical limitations, they quickly learned two things: nothing was free in this world, and that the world is a cruel place. often, they starved and struggled to survive. eventually, when she is at the brink of death, she is saved by a kindly gentleman... and he saves them.

this gentleman gave Beast a new body - outfitting her with a limb that allowed her to walk and work. eventually, she grows up and becomes beautiful. she is chosen as the beast tamer and dons an almost dominatrix persona for the circus. she is one of the head members of the group, but she is secondary to other men in the group. regarded as the leader amongst the women, Beast takes on a maternal role for her fellow orphans.

later, it is discovered that Beast and the others are involved with several hundred missing children cases spanning the entirety of Great Britain during the time period, usually kidnapping the child and "doing away" with eyewitnesses. Beast is later killed while trying to kill Ciel's family ( she is blown up, mourning Dagger's death ).

[butler-in-black-blog1]

His Butler: Scraped

[Another nonsensical drabble of length XD a.k.a a throwback to the wonderful circus ark, back when things were simpler.]

The crow-tailed coat fluctuated behind the butler with each sinuous stride, whilst claret orbs swept to either periphery, drinking in the synchronized bustle overtaking the Fair Grounds. The way in which every Carney, Tier-member and Aid went about their early morning duties without one breaking stride was but an attestation to having served quite some time on the road together, as well as that unbearably, human ability to fall into a routine.

Driving more distance between himself and the vast tent which served as a civic, Mess Hall, the demon continued his advance, pace calculated and unyielding. Breakfast had long since been prepared for the First Tier-members and with practice still an hour away, Sebastian wanted to use this opportunity to exact his little Lord’s given orders: ‘by initiating his own investigation’. Regrettably, time was running out with regards to those missing children, the probability of them being alive and well growing all the more improbable as the reflexion of the Undertaker readying numerous, miniscule coffins became perversely conceivable. Then, there was also the niggling dispute concerning that uncooperative, unendurable, excuse for a god breathing down the nape of his neck. Good Grief. After meeting the likes of the Earl of Phantomhive himself, could he not distinguish the quality of his soul from the rest of the mediocrity this plain had to offer? The devil’s eyebrow twitched in mild exasperation at the reaper’s ignorance, before a low breath escaped from the back of his throat. There was only one soul that could wholly satiate this hunger. There was only one, which he desired. For his tainted aristocrat’s ambiance impelled even demons, wanting or no, to this pitiful farce.

After passing both the storeroom and the medicinal tent, the butler started to slow his pace to a brisk trot, satisfied now that he was not being followed and opting for a more precautious approach. Easing behind a stack of wooden crates and barrels, the frayed labels indicating that the storages contained ample amounts of gunpowder, Sebastian then peered over the edge, garnet hues narrowing upon the private accommodations. From what the retainer could tell, all of the tents seemed vacant of their gaudy inhabitants, which meant that all of them where still assembled at breakfast. Good. Now the only reputable obstacles which remained were the number of snakes slithering about the bivouacs, resembling wriggling earth worms in search of air after a hefty downpour. Raising a gloved hand to rest against the swell of his chin, the demon then contemplated his next course of action.

These deliberations were short-lived as the muted thuds of an approaching Carney, captured the demon’s attention. Said aid was short and rotund, her dirty-blonde, curls pinned back into an inelegant bun, which, along with the shadows pooling underneath her lids, preached of a rather late night. Sebastian’s attentive orbs travelled from her weary complexion to the laundry basket nestled within her arms, an inkling starting to seep into play. Straightening out of his crouch, the Second-Tier member weaved his way around the containers, before advancing towards his unsuspecting quarry, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Why, such a devoted lady to be labouring at such an early hour…” The butler’s simper parted into a downy purr, before he then utilized the middle-aged woman’s momentary surprise, by lifting the basket from her grip. “Please let me assist you, Madam, it would only be proper…” The retainer, not waiting for the now befuddled woman’s riposte, raked his keen hues across the contents lining the basket as soon as it rested within his hold, delighted to find that the carrier contained the newly, cleansed costumes for that raucous one, Beast. The tell-tale scent of carbolic acid and phenol still clung to the material tenaciously, but did little as to deter the butler’s sense of satisfaction, as he started forward once more, completely disregarding the Carney’s confused stutters. Goodness, perhaps he was a bit presumptuous by means of his chosen moniker? No self-respecting ‘lady’ would ever splutter in such an unsightly fashion.

Brow furrowing at his own assertion, the butler was just about to reach for one of the numerous tent-flaps, when something precipitously appeared within the corner of his eye, causing Sebastian to still. “Oh, just what were the chances?” He uttered as glove-encased fingers gradually retreated from the ragged canvas, before the demon turned, changing his course entirely. For but a moment the thin wisps of thoughts revolving about that ridiculous reaper, whether or not his little Master received more than a paltry scoop of oatmeal or the whereabouts of all the human juveniles, dissipated, dissolving like oodles of mist touched by the first, thin rays of winter sunlight, all due to those looming, metallic bars and the magnificent, glossy orbs gazing through them.

“…Would it be completely nonsensical to refer to this opportunity as chance?” The butler relished in a subtle drone, whilst casting the laundry basket aside, the contents tumbling over the brim. The magnificent creature gave no means of acknowledgement, though none was needed once Sebastian eased closer, a faint splotch of colour staining his usually pallid visage. Betty’s auburn fur was even more exquisite, whilst being illuminated by the faint, glow of daybreak, her paw pads the very epitome of supple, plumpness and those resplendent hues…Oh those round, lustrous pools. The butler lingered a few paces from the cage, wanting nothing more than to reach through the rods for those vividly, striped ears and to feel the dampness of her nose; yet no amount of fur was going to make him forget the rather painful scratch he received due to his previous discourtesy. Call it a noble sacrifice if you will, but the very last thing the Phantomhive butler needed was to stand out, the complete lack of skill his young possessor managed to display, with the exception of getting captured (Oh his Lord was a Master at that!) meant that the butler needed to be conspicuous enough for both of them.

As a result, the devil continued to absorb every detail the enormous feline had to proffer, his hands pinned at his sides by sheer will, before he blinked, the limited colour present within the billows of his cheeks draining away as he was forced to incline his head side-ways, narrowly avoiding the leaf-trimmer intent on impaling his distracted form. Heavens, did the galling Death God truly believe him to be pilfering the souls of animals now? Preposterous. Yet, no matter how utterly hoodwinked the reaper seemed to be, it was clear that his time for probing had come to an unfortunate end. Ah my, so much for progress. Straightening the brim of his hat, the devil’s hand curled about the extended dowel of the Death Scythe, orbs burning a bright fuchsia, before he then yanked the weapon free from where it imbedded itself into Betty’s cork flooring. It may be a troublesome task, but as a butler of the noble Phantomhive estate, it was best to indulge those who sought the attention. Moreover, it is said that attention is sometimes perceived as vitality, seeing as it creates the ‘urge’ to connect with others, thus, if the reaper wanted to ‘connect’ with that of the butler so vehemently, he would be happy to fix said reapers’ weapon to that of his chest. Permanently. No doubt it would serve as a suitable means of reprisal for shattering his previously, perfect moment.

Inopportunely, though, an hour had long since passed, which meant that if Sebastian wished to maintain his cover and ultimately the cover of his young Master, he would have to postpone his justly desire for retribution and proceed to practice. Being but a collared fiend had its minuses and its constraints. Fortunately for that of the reaper and possibly for Sebastian as well, his newly acquired roommate had the same intent, as he begrudging took back his weapon of choice, pausing only to wipe at it with a lined handkerchief he seemingly produced out of thin air. Hm. Sebastian consecutively, shot a last, longing glance at the stunning form of Betty, her barred pelt every bit as alluring as at first glance, before the retainer finally retreated with a disconsolate sigh. Perhaps it would have been in order to have risked a quick pat or two?

My, Providence was a cruel mistress indeed.

[freckleddoll]

@wolfofwinchester​ has entered the Circus!

“Blimey, thas’ a lovely dress you have there!” Doll said, cheerfully to the lady in front of her.

[facadesmiled]

COME ONE, COME ALL! THE NOAH’S ARK CIRCUS IS IN TOWN!

Have you ever wanted to join a circus? Have you ever wanted to preform for an audience? Deepen relationships? Master a weird skill? Find a place where you can be accepted and appreciated for who you are? Then look no further than The Noah’s Ark Circus, run by its jovial ringmaster, Joker!

Welcome to The Noah’s Ark Circus, a group verse set in the circus of the same name from the manga/anime/musical hit, Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji! My name’s Ace ♠, and it’s lovely to meet you all! Should you have any questions about this verse, contact either me at @facadesmiled, or Liz at @kniifethrower​.

Ground Rules!

ONE version of each Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji canon character is allowed. Meaning, one Sebastian, Ciel, Doll, Snake, ect. This is to prevent confusion among the verse!

Anyone can use what FC they prefer, be they OC or canon. Preferably, animated or manga faceclaims can be used for this verse, but IRL icons can be used as a secondary FC!

Unless otherwise specified, the characters aside from the Main Cast/First Tier ( see who they are here, if you’re unfamiliar with them ) are in the Second String / Second Tier, aka training to be in the Main Cast. This won’t stop you from preforming! The First Tier likes to switch up their acts sometimes, so everyone gets a taste of preforming.

No drama, please.

A discord will be created soon to help everyone get to know each other! PM Ace ♠ your Discord so I can get it in when that does happen!

THE OFFICIAL TAG IS ‘ verse; Noah’s Ark Circus ‘. Post your edits, rps starter calls, ect. in that tag, and make sure to follow it!

Unless you don’t want to, add a little info to your verses page / muse bio so people know about the verse!

Anyone from any fandom can join! OC friendly! Multimuse friendly!

Follow @facadesmiled​ and @kniifethrower​ for updates and announcements!

Circus Roles!

Ringmaster in training ( to be instructed under Joker himself ), knife thrower, fire breather, tightrope walker, flying trapezist, animal tamer, clown, trick riders, magicians, costume makers, promotional salespeople, stagehands, crew, ect. This is set in Victorian Times ( late 1800s ) so please keep the time period in mind!

                                         ♦      APPLY HERE!     ♦

[butterflyensnared-a]

TYPE: Private (Circus) TIMELINE: Post-Canon

With his contract made void and his life turned upside-down, a recently-recovered Alois has returned to the streets. Once again wandering aimlessly, he’s taken in by the Noah’s Ark Circus.

Note: All threads in this verse will take place in the same storyline, and may effect the events of the overall verse, including other threads. therefore, I will be exclusive with one portrayal per character in this verse. If you’re interested in writing in this verse and your character isn’t on the list below, please let me know, and we can talk about it.

The characters who already have exclusive portrayals in this verse are:

Jumbo ( @circusjumbo ) Peter ( @amoremfrater )

[oracletm]

TWO HEADCANONS FOR YOUR MUSE THAT YOU’VE NEVER TOLD ANYONE :

⋆  the phantomhive servants are bonamy to closest than anyone would ever think ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.  even before the phantomhive murders or emerald witch arc,  she would prefer to spend more time with the other servants - finny, tanaka, meyrin, tanaka + pluto if you’re counting the anime too  ( / / not u seb ) ,  seeing them more as family friends than anything else.  even snake becomes apart of that radar,  though she holds skepticism for the day he’ll find out the truth about the  Noah's Ark Circus  /  it’s destruction. ⋆   bonamy comes to despise the gendry roles, even before older Phantomhive verses - where she’s subjected to being head / lady’s maid for lizzy and despite her respect for law & dogged motives of abiding by it. this is mostly due to the fact that other nobles of similar rank ( take charles grey or agni for example ) and sebastian pointing it out.

THREE THINGS YOUR CHARACTER LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME :

⋆  prepare activities for the twins / phantomhives  -  in the phantomhive au ⋆  “preforming human functions”  - - drinking,  eating,  sleeping,  etc. ⋆  binge drinking in pubs  /  spending time in guilds

SEVEN PEOPLE THAT YOUR CHARACTER LIKES / LOVES :

⋆  the phantomhive servants overall  (  even snake / tanaka  ) ⋆  rachel durless  (  phantomhive au  ) ⋆  ciel phantomhive ⋆  her half  /  brother(s) ⋆  her mother and father ⋆  her stepmother ⋆  angelina durless  (  phantomhive au based  )

TWO THINGS YOUR CHARACTER REGRETS :

⋆  excommunicating with her past  /  family ⋆  letting herself get fooled by supernatural beings

TWO PHOBIAS YOUR CHARACTER HAS :

⋆  phobophobia   / /   fear of  feeling  fear ⋆  slight apeirophobia  -   fear  of  eternity

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Noah’s Ark Circus: Over the Hills and Far Away

“Over the Hills and Far Away” is an old English song from the late 17th century . And “Tom, the Piper’s Son”, is an English nursery rhyme. Many different versions of this song are found and the first verse of one song uses the exact same wording as the lyrics used in the Musical number above.

Tom, he was a piper's son,

He learnt to play when he was young,

And all the tune that he could play

Was 'over the hills and far away';

Over the hills and a great way off,

The wind shall blow my top-knot off.

Tom with his pipe made such a noise,

That he pleased both the girls and boys,

They all stopped to hear him play,

'Over the hills and far away'.

Tom with his pipe did play with such skill

That those who heard him could never keep still;

As soon as he played they began for to dance,

Even the pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.

As Dolly was milking her cow one day,

Tom took his pipe and began to play;

So Dolly and the cow danced 'The Cheshire Round',

Till the pail was broken and the milk ran on the ground.

He met old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs,

He used his pipe and she used her legs;

She danced about till the eggs were all broke,

She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.

Tom saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,

Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;

He took out his pipe and he played them a tune,

And the poor donkey's load was lightened full soon.

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# CIRCUSTRICKS ; ladies & gentlemen ! boys & girls ! noah's ark circus proudly presents the bulls - eye knife thrower who never misses his shot — DAGGER !

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Always different, always the black sheep - but you never asked for any of it, did you? Are you a curse or a blessing?

  Parents are supposed to care for their children, protect them, love them no matter what - but that was not something in Veronica’s case. Growing up in a strict Christian family, anything that was not of God was banished from the house. Veronica was faithful in her worship and would even lead the choir in songs, helped put together organizations to help the needy - anything that could put a smile on someones face? You best believe Veronica was more than happy to do it.

     Veronica knew at a very young age that she was ‘different’ than most people and kept these very things to herself until she was given nieces and nephews and if she felt nothing could help them in their time of sadness, you best believe Aunt Veronica would do a trick or two, but those very things are what got her disowned. She was cursed by the small town, beaten with sticks and had rocks thrown at her as she was dragged through the mud bound by rope. Who would have known that all the good you have done, can be overshadowed by a small thing like making the feathers in a pillow float about a bedroom in hopes to see a smile on a sweet child’s face? Veronica was bound from head to toe and tossed into the river in hopes to drown. She was left heartbroken and beaten. All the people she loved and cherished turned their back on her so easily without a second thought. She had nothing now, she had no one - perhaps death was a good thing for her.

  Eyes snap open to see a line of faces unfamiliar to her. Of course, the natural reaction was to freak out, well more like fought to be free from the unfamiliar faces thinking they were more people from town that found her washed up somewhere and felt the torture wasn’t finished yet. It took pinning her down for her to actually manage to listen to the words that had to be said, how she had been found and how horrible of a condition she was in. It was Circus people who took pity on her and nursed her to proper health, but it took some time for her to open up on how she ended up in her situation and Joker was the one she confided in but kept vivid details to herself. Even to this day, now that she is older - she knows exactly what she is, but has not told anyone at all out of fear of being banished once again.

      Veronica goes by Mayfire due to her tricks that involve pyrokinesis, but her main hit is the shapeshifting. How she would disappear behind a curtain, only letting her shadow be seen just to come out on the other side as an all black feline that gladly allows the audience to pet and hold for a certain amount of time. She is happy here, she feels she belongs here, and seeing those faces light up with joy made her heart flutter with happiness. But, she can’t help but wonder in the very back of her mind, when will this paradise end? Because nothing lasts forever.

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Some more Q’s

You lucky people!

Q:  If you were to write a story for a Shonen-Ai or Otome game what would be the genre and why? A:  I’m big into the following genres Science Fiction Supernatural Slice of Life Saying this...if you said to me “Josh we want you to write an overall arc for a game and we will let you pick the genre” Its going to be SoL (Slice of Life) because its easier to write stories that ,while they can be Angsty at times you can keep them light enough that you want to continue with the game after one route.  Now if you asked me would the game be a Shonen-Ai or Otome...that’s tricky cos I have respect for both genres (and I have plat trophies in at least one each) so with that said...undecided Q:  Have you been a writer of fan fiction in the past A:  YEP Q:  Have you ever “coded” a character that represented you as a gay character? A:  Not JUST in that way though Let’s see In Sailor Moon the character (depending on how I feel like writing it) has either Zoisite OR Rei Hino as his partner. If we were talking say...Gundam Wing then we got him with Zechs Marquise K Project its with Yukari (DUH!) Oh and in one of the ORIGINAL forms when I wrote my character he was with Yaten/Star Healer You can (unofficially) say also that in UtaPri he’s with Camus romantically (that has never been wrote as canon yet) I know there are others cos I got a list about 5 miles long but we must continue Q:  If it wasn’t UtaPri what idol verse would you write for? A:  It would either be I-Chu or B-Pro...I know you were expecting me to say Tsuki and while I have the most knowledge there I like “learning” so it would be one of the two I DON’T know much about Q:  Is there a fic that you DIDN’T write yet that you have the ending all planned out for? A:  Yes and it was for MysMes. I won’t reveal anything about it save for the fact that the Antag was going to be 707 (Its also one I had a very ambitious idea for Art for it to commission but I just didn’t pull the trigger...yet) Q:  We know you love La Corda d’Oro’s first series...are you ever going to write a proper fic for it? A:  YES!  I need to get the idea properly planned out in my head and once I do it shall be done Q:  Are you ever going to finish Owari no Seraph or D. Gray Man? A:  Its in the cards but I also want to get back into writing more Q:  What is the most unpopular opinion you ever held? A:  The “Alois Trancy Season” of Black Butler is the best season of the series just based off of episode pacing.  Book of Circus is another prime example of this but for me getting to see Hannah ,Alois ,CLAUDE (shoutout to @kaiser-author-san-iii for that one) and the Triplets is the best part of Black Butler for me.  I was legit so pissed off about what happened to the Noah’s Ark Circus that is why I gave up Black Butler Q:  Ever plan on “reviving” the crew for the NAC? A:  YEP!  I am that petty don’t ya know? Q:  Is there a “Mega X-Over” that you planned but never wrote or that you have plans to write but can’t get everything straightened out? A:  Well I had the one with UtaPri ,Tsukiuta/Pro and also B-Pro that one time that I STARTED but never finished but let’s see There is this one plan I had where it involves Black Butler and Len from La Corda.  I had debated whether UtaPri was supposed to be in it (I don’t think they were but I’m trying to remember) and I just couldn’t get the idea down as letters on my screen...Imma do it eventually Q:  When do we get the misadventures with you and Rainhart? A:  So me and KarlHeinz’s “Doctor Form”?  Is there enough possible crack material for that?  Imma get back to you on that one? Q:  What is a favorite moment for you in a fandom? A:  This is a fun one Okay SO... Let’s get into the way back machine around the “dead year” of UtaPri before Season 3 (so 2014) and then around the time of Season 3 starting.  Someone had taken the “chibis” from Music 2 and made them into icons.  What ensued is that other members of the fandom would take the different icons and you would legit scroll through your dash and there would be chibis EVERYWHERE!  This was legit the purest thing I ever saw in a fandom and it was one of the best.  If we had enough time to organize it again I would do it ALL OVER AGAIN because the “CUB” (Chibi UtaPri Bunch) was the purest thing we ever did and I dare say it was the height of UtaPri’s popularity on tumblr but someone can argue that with me I’m sure LAST ONE! Q:  Amnesia...you gonna give us any fics from the series? A:  YEP and I got some interesting ideas especially using THIS GUY

and THIS GUY

So yes you lucky folks its gonna happen...might have to wait JUST A LITTLE BIT after this Anniversary but I promise its gonna happen See ya next time friends

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“Oy, Smile!” Doll called, walking down the street, backpack strung over one shoulder after having just gotten out of school. “Were you busy just now? I was thinkin’ about heading to rehearsal to run lines! Wanna come with?” 

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❤ FULL NAME :  Edmund John Clemence Taylor NICKNAME : Joker ( technically his name / alias, since his real one is unknown. ) AGE : 25 BIRTHDAY : April 2nd, 1863 ETHNIC GROUP : English NATIONALITY : English LANGUAGE / S : English, some French and German. Learning Spanish currently. SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Asexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Panromantic. Has no preference to either women or men. Basically swings every which way. RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Is normally single, though is mainly dating Beast or Clopin ( @pitroi​ ). CLASS : Circuses don’t really have a set class. Though, as he was adopted by Baron Kelvin, he technically is from a high class. HOME TOWN / AREA : London, England, specifically the East End. CURRENT HOME : the grounds of the Noah’s Ark Circus. Secondary home is the manor of Baron Kelvin.  PROFESSION : Ringmaster and part time clown of the Noah’s Ark Circus, Joker leads his family and enjoys making their audience laugh. Behind the vibrant curtains, however, he’s a kidnapper for Baron Kelvin; he kidnaps children and kills anyone who gets in his way. In the Alive!AU, he works tech and backstage in general at an Opera House in London.

❤ PHYSICAL. HAIR : Ginger, hangs down a little bit past his ears when not pulled up. Tied into little braids at the back, which are bleached at the end and hang down to the top of his back. EYES : A vibrant purple colour. FACE : Very soft and gentle, with little lines around his eyes and corners of his mouth from where he’s been smiling all the time. He also normally wears makeup, though it’s mostly around his eyes. A light blue teardrop made of facepaint droops down from his left eye. LIPS : Average sized, though occasionally covered in some kind of clear gloss. A little snaggletooth can be seen peeking out from the side. COMPLEXION : Not exactly pale, but not exactly a normal white skin tone either. He’s somewhere in between. BLEMISHES : Not really considered a blemish, but he has freckles that he hides with makeup on his face, and is also peppered with them on his shoulders and upper back. SCARS : Generally all around his body. Joker has a missing right arm, obviously. Though other than that, he has a bullet hole scar in his upper left shoulder on his back from where he was shot once on a kidnapping mission. There’s also some cuts on his forearm from mishaps with his swordcane or a knife. On his back as well are general scars from where he’s been beaten, both by Kelvin and by people on the East End. And finally, there’s a small burn mark on his butt from where Jumbo’s fire got.... a little too close to him during a show. TATTOOS : N/A HEIGHT : 6′1″ WEIGHT :  Not entirely sure. BUILD : Average body size, but curvy. He’s stronger than he looks, even with a missing arm. Most of his muscles are in his legs. FEATURES : A skeleton-shaped prosthetic right arm. ALLERGIES : N/A USUAL HAIR STYLE : Pulled back by pins until it looks something like a lion’s mane. A small but hangs over his left eye, directly over his teardrop facepaint feature. The longer, bleached pieces of hair are in small braids and cascade down his back. In the Alive!AU, it’s all short and down ( a little bit past his ears, like in canon ) and the longer pieces have been cut off, though occasionally he clips back his bangs when he’s working. USUAL FACE LOOK : Smirk, casual smile, or a full blown ( often fake ) performer's smile. USUAL CLOTHING : His circus outfit, which consists of a white dress shirt, a ruffled elastic belt that hangs loose a little at the end, a grey and black diamond vest, big yellow bow, black poofy pants with grey diamonds on the side hem, black and white curly toed boots, and a purple coat that adorns his shoulders that has gold trim and diamonds on the ends of the sleeves and bottom. For a full reference, see here and here. When not in his circus outfit, he wears a normal Victorian style suit, as his other job is a butler. The only circus-y thing about this suit is a black and grey diamond bow at his neck- it’s not as big as the one on his circus outfit though.

❤ PSYCHOLOGY. FEAR / S : Loosing those he loves, being abandoned, death, life after death, heights, people finding out what he really is, his family receiving a terrible fate of some kind. ASPIRATION / S : Getting his family ‘ over the hills and far away. ‘ Nothing else matters. POSITIVE TRAITS : Caring, cheerful, joking, helpful, consoling, sympathetic, encouraging, positive in general, complimentary, passionate. NEGATIVE TRAITS : Liar, stoic, full of self-hatred, rarely lets people in, negative in mentality, strict, oblivious, basically a living, breathing, walking facade of a human being. ZODIAC : Aries

TEMPERAMENT : Melancholic: The melancholic temperament is fundamentally introverted and thoughtful. Melancholic people often were perceived as very (or overly) pondering and considerate, getting rather worried when they could not be on time for events. Melancholics can be highly creative in activities such as poetry and art - and can become preoccupied with the tragedy and cruelty in the world. Often they are perfectionists. They are self-reliant and independent; one negative part of being a melancholic is that they can get so involved in what they are doing they forget to think of others. SOUL TYPE / S : Caregiver: If you recognize yourself as a Caregiver, you may already have noticed the tendency to put others’ needs ahead of your own. This trait makes it essential that you go out of your way to take care of yourself as well as those around you. Remember that you’re no use to others if you’re not healthy or fit enough to help them. You are loyal to the extreme, and you guard those who are entrusted to your care with your life. Fighting another person’s battles can be important if that individual is unable to stand up for themselves, though you should be cautious not to disempower those in your care by not allowing them to do things for themselves. Your empathy allows you to understand nonverbal emotional signals. This ability will tell you when someone needs your help, and how best to assist them. It is common for Caregiver types to intuitively know what someone needs at any given time. VICE HABIT / S : Drinking ‘til drunk, spiraling into numb depression, holding in emotions. VIRTUES / VICES: Charity, diligence, kindness, patience. / Pride, sorrow, wrath. FAITH : Believes in God, Jesus, Angels, the Devil, ect. No set religion though, just general beliefs.   GHOSTS ? : Definitely. He believes in all manner of the supernatural. AFTERLIFE ? : Yes- and he’s scared of it. REINCARNATION ? : Yes. He feels like a spirit can choose to be reincarnated, if they so wish to be. ALIENS ? :  Maybe? In a modern verse, he probably would. EDUCATION LEVEL : Just basics- how to read and write. He wasn’t taught much else at Kelvin’s manor. Performance style education is high, obviously. He knows his way around the arts.

❤ FAMILY. FATHER : Unknown birth father / Baron Kelvin MOTHER : Karen Taylor SIBLINGS : The first tier of the Noah’s Ark Circus, and the circus in general really. Also, the children at Renbourn Workhouse. EXTENDED FAMILY : N/A. NAME MEANING / S :  The name Edmund is derived from the Old English elements ēad, meaning "prosperity" or "riches", and mund, meaning "protector". HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : N/A. ( Thanks Yana T. :/ No I’m kidding. Really. I swear. )

❤ FAVORITES. HOLIDAY : Christmas! He loves the joy and cheer, and also giving out gifts. MONTH : November. SEASON : Autumn. PLACE :  London, since that is and always will be his home. Though, he also like Paris! WEATHER : Snow, or a brisk fall day. SOUND :  The bustle as the audience dims down to silence, in anticipation for a show. SCENT / S : Anything that reminds him of a stage. TASTE / S : Caramel! Also cheese. FEEL / S : Being warm when it’s cold outside, the slight heat from stage lights, getting tingly from excitement, joy, fluffy things. ANIMAL / S :  Any and all! COLORS :  Purple, orange, and yellow!

❤ EXTRA. TALENTS :  Juggling, cracking jokes, leading, preforming, singing, playing a few instruments- he can do a lot.  BAD AT : Opening up to people, high wire/tightrope ( he did it once- never again ), thinking things through. TURN ONS : N/A. Asexual, and doesn’t really care for it, regardless. TURN OFFS :  See above. HOBBIES : Attending all kinds of shows ( operas, orchestras, musicals, other circuses, ect. ), reading, practicing his skills, writing small poems or short stories. TROPES : Above Good and Evil: He didn’t care what he had to do, as long as he thought it would save the other children.

All For Nothing: He believed he was protecting his “brothers and sisters” back at the Renbon Workhouse by obeying Kelvin. After he and all the first-tier members of the circus die because of it, Ciel and Sebastian find the Renbon Workhouse abandoned. They assume Kelvin allowed Doctor to kill the children for his experiments with artificial limbs. Joker and the rest died for nothing.

Knight Templar Big Brother: He will do anything for his foster siblings, even kidnap children because his demented “father” makes him believe he’s protecting his brothers and sisters back at the Renbon Workhouse by doing so (although there are actually no children there anymore).

My Master, Right or Wrong: No matter how much he hates to kidnap innocent children and force them to perform in dangerous shows in which they die gruesomely; if that is what his “father” wants he will do it, since he’s still the man who saved him and his “siblings”, and the one supposedly protecting the other children at the Renbon Workhouse.

Not So Different: To Ciel. When he begs Ciel to not kill Kelvin he states that the man is the one who saved them and is helping all their friends at the orphanage. Even if Joker and the others had to do commit horrible actions to further their cause, he still feels it’s right if it gives all the abandoned children a better future. Ciel’s response shows that he understands their need to better themselves, even if it’s at the expense of other people, and replies: “To save your own skins, you obeyed him and sacrificed others… You fought to protect your world. What’s wrong with that? In the end, "justice” is just an official line taken by those in power to serve their own ends. No one’s looking out for others. If you’re careless, you’ll be robbed. There are two kinds of people in this world. Those who steal, and those who are stolen from. And today, I steal your futures. That’s all this is.“ AESTHETIC TAGS : circuses, stages, blood over flowers,  fairy lights, autumn leaves, warm colours.

❤ FC INFO. MAIN FC: Himself ALT FC / S : N/A OLDER FC / S : N/A YOUNGER FC / S : Also himself VOICE CLAIM: Mathew Mercer ( see the BOC dub, here. ) Singing voice claim, Miura Ryosuke ( see the Noah’s Ark Circus musical, here. ) GENDERBENT  FC / S : N/A

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