#i feel for the murro so much!!!

[akuma-tenshi]

finished closing night!! boy do i have some thoughts. and now that i've gathered them, i'm about to make my autism your problem. spoilers below.

the first part of the event wasn't awful imo, it felt like character building and just helping establish the dynamic. i know some people weren't fond of it but given that i was never really that invested in hullabaloo before this and didn't know every little detail of these characters, it was nice to get some character establishment and figure out how they all are as people. i am also a fan of slowburn character-focused horror, so that may just be a personal taste thing lmao

bryce papenbrook does a good job as mike, even though there are definitely points where he sounds exactly like nagito (namely the scene where he's shouting at margaretha in the foyer). he has a very particular way of speaking / voicing characters that make it immediately clear it's him. however, i do think he fits mike well and he definitely lays off the nagito-ness in the second part.

the rest of the cast was excellent as well. while there was a Choice made with murro's voice (he sounds WAY younger than he's supposed to be, which is off-putting and takes me out every time he speaks), it's very clear everyone knows their characters well and they all do a good job keeping their mannerisms and vocalisations unique and fitting to each role. aside from some awkward lines (which i attribute more to stilted writing than to the va's themselves), the voice acting is absolutely a highlight.

margaretha's trauma with sergi is portrayed very well imo. bear in mind i have not suffered the same abuse as her, so i can't say how accurate or good it is, but it feels like it displays that it was a terrible thing while also being respectful and avoiding being exploitative. the added layer that everyone else (except joker) liked sergi and was unaware of the abuse adds a lot.

in general, i think mike and margaretha are incredibly well-written here. i think ne could've absolutely gone the route of popular fan interpretations and completely demonised margaretha while making mike a perfect angel, and they would've gotten a lot of praise for it. but they stuck to their guns and made them both very flawed yet understandable people, and that just makes everything feel that much more real, at least to me. they're such different people with opposing goals, and their friction really comes through. everyone else is very well done (shoutout to me a couple of hours ago calling joker cute for some godforsaken reason i can't remember) and i love all of their characterisations, but mike and margie really are the standouts here.

i do wish there was a bigger payoff for margaretha using euphoria so frequently. i know it's implied to have been involved in violetta's death, and i appreciate the connection to game 5, but i wish there was a little bit more there. it's not a huge gripe though, so i won't harp on it for long.

the pacing at the start of the second part had me extremely worried; things felt like they were dragging along and being padded out for the sake of being padded out, and i was not having fun with it. fortunately, this issue was remedied about halfway through, and once things got going, i started really enjoying myself. the pacing of the first half of part two is my biggest gripe with this story.

i was noticing a lot of similarities between hullabaloo and fool's gold: hunter forms of popular survivors being announced and used as a major part of marketing for an update to the idv story. with the aforementioned pacing issues, i was really worried that hullabaloo's reveal would shape up to be similar to fg's: a kinda cool cutscene and a lame chase sequence at the very end of a long, boring storyline. however, despite hullabaloo having a much smaller part in this story than fg did in aom, appearing only briefly in the fire at the very end, i still think it's a better incorporation of the character than what they did with norton. better to have it be quick and intimidating than just kinda tedious.

every death in this (aside from joker's) felt very purposeful and well-done. violetta's death was heartbreaking. the change in animation towards the end, followed by the single sound of her machinery giving out after the screen went black, was beautiful, and hey, at least she died happy. margaretha's death pulled at a very specific and very major love i have in storytelling, that being a character choosing to die free rather than live in captivity, and the payoff of all the underwater scenes where she swims towards sergi finally coming through when she chooses to sink away from him had me losing my mind. i genuinely did not expect mike's death to be a straight-up suicide; like i said, i'm not completely caught up on hullabaloo lore, so maybe other people saw this coming, but the fact that he truly could not live with the truth about hullabaloo is such a heartwrenching yet satisfying end to his character. like i said, joker's is the only death that doesn't totally stand out, but i like that they let you put the pieces together yourself.

the chase sequence with joker was unintimidating and a little lame, and honestly it felt somewhat forced, just a way to get his hunter form in there bc they realised "oh shit right this guy's like. a hunter isn't he." i do like that they gave him back his chainsaw though; very nice little callback to the betas.

the animation of the hullabaloo fire was absolutely gorgeous and the ending had me in shambles. for a while afterwards i felt similar to how i felt after finishing end roll: drained and flat but in a good way, like a ton of adrenaline had just released from my body after some intense event.

all in all, i really enjoyed it. i can't say if i like it more than aom, but that may be the frederick bias coming through, so i'm going to choose not to rank them and just say hey. banger event. well worth the hype even with its hiccups and flaws. i always say this, but idv has some genuinely talented people in its writers' room, and i can't wait to see what they come out with next.

[theolmtales]

Autumn evening (Gender neutral)

Murro X Reader

You're looking for your companion after hearring about a fight.

Rated: Fluff

Warning: Getting partially crush by a boar.

Note: Just for a general understanding since I still haven't made a post about how I view this manor universe. Basically, everyone's canon game happened & they got stuck in the manor outside of time since than (there's a slight mention of canon game, which is why I say that.).

Also @committingcrimes-2047 (also love that name) made a post reminding me of my love for Murro. So I took a break from correcting my next os (which I totally did not start correcting...) to write something small for my man. So to every fellow Murro lover, here's some food. I really hope you guys like it. There will be more. I just don't know when.

If you got ideas for characters who don't have a lot written for, I'm open to hear them out & try to write about them.

The sound of the autumn leaves crunches under your feet. The breeze is getting colder by the days, the warm of summer fading like a distant memory. You make your way to the manor outskirts, heading into the woods and following the trail left by the person you’re looking for.

There had been an umpteenth clash between the survivors today. You hadn’t been there to witness it, but from what your heard, this time it was Mike and Naib. Mike is infamously known for snapping at anyone who brings back his bad memories or speak ill of Murro, his last relative. And with Naib and Murro not being on the friendliest term... You had a pretty good idea of what the fight must have been about.

What a shame… Only two more days and the record of days without any fight would have been surpasses. Guess it will stay at 8 days. Hey, everyone has their way of keeping themselves sane here.

With more than 40 people now stuck in this place, it was getting too crowded for you. You’d much rather be outside, away from all that noise. The sound of the wind among the branches was already making you feel better. Though that was not your main reason to be here this time.

Your eyes finally land on the person you’d been looking for. Leaves and twigs are entangled in his greying brown locks. His back turned to you as he crouches to the level of his companion, scratching him.

‘‘Trying to escape the noise again?’’ He asks you, without even looking back.

‘‘How do you always know it’s me?’’

That is not an understatement. Whatever the place or the number of people around him, he always knows that it’s you. He’ll call you’re name if you come up behind him or turn his head right at you as you walk into the room.

‘‘The way you walk.’’ He looks at you smiling as you crouch down beside him, joining the scratching session to his companion bliss. ‘‘I find the sound of your footsteps easy to recognize.’’

‘‘So that’s your secret. Can you recognize everyone?’’

‘‘Not at all. I usually have a general idea of who it might be, but the ones I can always recognize are you and most of the Hullaballoo’s. Naib’s too, but that’s another story.’’ He says his smile turning a little sour. You wince, knowing what he’s referring to.

‘‘Actually, I came to see if you were alright. I heard that Mike got into an argument or fight with Naib. Knowing you, you probably try to diffuse it, right? Since no one was injured.’’ You say taking a seat on some fallen birch. Murro joins you on your improvised bench, his companion ruffling himself before going to search on the soil for something to eat around here.

‘‘Ah, that…’’ He looks away, his hand scratching the back of his head as he thinks about what happened. You put your hand on top of the one that rest on the fallen tree.

‘‘I take it wasn’t just some bickering?’’

Murro sigh. ‘‘Mike found out that Naib was the one to kill me.’’

‘‘Oh… He didn’t know?’’

‘‘No, I always made sure not to bring it up and made excuses whenever he would ask me why I was so unease with him. I knew it would escalate and the last thing we need is more reasons to fight.’’ He presses his fingers into the wood, while letting you keep your hand on top of his.

‘‘No wonder shit got loose. Mike gets really aggressive whenever it concerns Hullaballoo and its people. Pretty sure he doesn’t like me being around you too much either.’’ You say half joking.

‘‘I’ll talk to him about it. Hullaballoo was his whole life and family. He’s very protective of what is left. But he shouldn’t be like that to you.’’

You put your head on his shoulder and intertwine your fingers together as you continue the conversation. ‘‘Meh it’s ok. What happened in the end? The fight I mean.’’

‘‘Oh, I just had to restrain Mike, Naib just ignored him. As long as people don’t become physical with him, he doesn’t react much.’’ His head comes to rest on top of yours as he squeezes your hand in return. ‘‘It’s getting Mike to calm down and drop it that was hard. I’m worried for the next time they’ll see each other.’’

Sensing the distress of his friend, Murro’s companion comes back and let himself drop on your feet. Pressing himself against your legs and resting his head on Murro’s lap to comfort him.

‘‘Oh boy…’’ You start. ‘‘I think my legs just got crushed into powder.’’

‘‘Wait until he gets overly excited and runs into you.’’ He says laughing.

‘‘Murro… Normally constitute people can die from that… Or at least fatally injured. I’m surprised you can still walk!’’ You say looking up at him with disbelief.

Murro avoids your look, thinking fast as he pets his companion manes. ‘‘He’s the runt of the litter.’’

‘‘That’s still pretty dangerous…’’ You sigh while smiling. ‘‘Oh well, I can’t be mad at you and even less at this cutie.’’ you say to his companion as you scratch his chin with your free hand. The companion seems pretty pleases with your scratches.

Murro looks at the two of you interacting. Warmth flooding in his chest at the sight of the two of you getting along so well. People finding boar cute didn’t run the street. And his boar was an important part of his family.

The two of you stay like that for a while. Taking in the cool breeze and resting on each others’ shoulders with your eyes closed. Thinking about nothing, just taking in the peace. And your legs getting more and more crushed as Murro’s companion was falling asleep.

It doesn’t take long for the dawn air to start settling in, and goosebump coming with it.

‘‘Should we head inside?’’ Murro asks you. Feeling cold too.

‘‘But the noiseeee…’’ You pout.

Murro’s sight. ‘‘You know that the manor is big enough for us to be away from the others? Even in the communal spaces.’’

‘‘Maybe for you, but everyone is so noisy in there. Even their silence is noisy. You’re the only one’s that’s not.’’

‘‘Alright, alright. But once it’s dark we go back inside. We’ll both catch a cold otherwise’’ he says with a sigh. But even with your eyes closed you can feel his smile. He also prefers to be out anyway. Put unlike you, the manor feels claustrophobic for him.

‘‘mmhm!’’ That’s your only answer as you nuzzle more comfortably into his neck.

You break the silence not long after.

‘‘You know, in books they said kissing makes you feel warms~’’

“‘Oh really?’’ He scoffs playfully at your sentence.

‘‘It doesn’t hurt to give it a try.’’

‘‘You know you don’t need to make up excuses to have more kisses. I was out in matches a lot these days. I missed you too.’’

‘‘I have no idea what you’re talking about’’ You answer playfully as he rolls his eyes playfully.

His face comes looking for yours. His lips getting to yours softly, as you lift you head for a better access. The tip of his mustache tickling your skin during your exchange of soft kisses. You nibble at his lips teasingly, your free hand going up to rest on his face. Your fingers intertwine in his wild beard while your thumb caress his cheek.

The air around you two gets warmer and you open your mouth to let him in. His own hand going to your neck as he gets a taste of you. Something he’s been longing for some time now.

Unable to move your legs, the position isn’t the most comfortable, but right now it doesn’t matter. You just feel great with him.

Soon you both part ways to take in some air. You close your eyes as Murro caress the back of your neck with his thumb. Resting your forehead against each other. The sounds of frogs signaling the night fall.

‘‘It’s time to go.’’ He says reluctance in his voice.

‘‘We can’t wake up your companion. That would be so cruel!’’

‘‘We said, at night we go back.’’

‘‘You never specify when during the night~’’

‘‘…’’ He should have seen that one coming.

[incorrectklavekatz]

Mike Morton Deductions (short analysis on his dynamic with Bernard)

I feel like this deduction isn’t talked about enough? I know I touched on this in a previous post, but Mike and Bernard’s dynamic is WEIRD. I’d love to know what other people’s opinion on this is because I’ve seen a couple of different takes, I think it can be fairly confidently stated that Mike was groomed by Bernard to some degree, at the very least emotionally.

“How people call each other often reflects the degree to which the relationship has developed” I don’t know about anybody else, but calling your adoptive father ‘darling’ isn’t a common thing.

Maybe if it were just that you could excuse it as theatrics or just the nature he was raised in, but the second comment about wanting to be told off by him, and on top of that having him specifically say that he wants to put his hands down his collar? Now I am totally aware that that is a common joke, but alongside the other things that are clear in their dynamic, and the things Bernard was not only allowing to happen, but actively encouraging and participating in? I don’t know.

The extent of Mikes codependency on Bernard and Bernard’s reaction to Mike supposedly taking harsh chemicals regularly (nitre, which is known to limit oxygen in the blood and in turn cause neurological issues eg balance, critical for an acrobat) seems very unconcerned? If not as a boss with an employee being put at risk, as the at employees adoptive father?? Again, incredibly strange and clearly not healthy.

Again, on the point of Mikes adoption, as far as I’m aware we’re never told how Mike came into Bernard’s custody, just that there’s a picture of him with a young Mike in front of the circus (and of course the clip in hullabaloo’s intro video), was he legally adopted? Did Bernard know Mike’s parents? Are his parents still alive? Was he even an orphan in the first place? We have no idea, and considering how young Mike was when it happened, he likely has no real idea either, what motives does Bernard have in adopting a child when he was clearly so uninterested in his own blood nephews life?

Im not making any claims here as I have not even in the fandom for a very long time, but I’d love to hear other people’s opinions on this, and I’d love for Bernard to be added to the game as a Hunter, I hate his guts so much but there’s so many gaps in Mike specifically’s story that could only really be filled from Murro or Bernard’s perspective.

[sleepy-fiction]

Pain & Glory./ ch 2

Mike Morton x Weeping Clown / JOKERMIKE [pt.1]

syn: margie catches Mike and Joker together during their rendezvous, and all hell breaks loose. Murro steps in to separate the argument, but the questions of the troup's innocence come to play. How much is Joker at fault for, and should he pay for his sins? And how did manor-incited delusions come to play in it? Will Mike be able to keep Joker, despite it all?

tgs: angst, resolutions, Joker does not attone for killing vio in this fic beware, NOT PROOFREAD

an: currently posting all my drafts. Sorry for the spam!

4K WORDS ESTI

Horror, confusion, and pain. Margretha didn't know how to feel.

She started to get a chill while waiting in the tent with Joker. She couldn't stay for much longer, they were waiting for Murro and Mike for so long, but they never arrived. And she wanted- no needed to get the hell out of here before... Before the worst surge through her mind.

She remembers sitting with Weepy, waiting him shake and tremble every so often, only adding to her own fear.

Joker wasn't sane. He wasn't sane at all anymore.

Her belly filled with trepidation, fingers trembling with a heavy breath. She blinked once, twice, unable to look away from the freight train next to her. He killed Violetta. He killed her and she knows he did it, he told her before hand.

He's sick.

And she knows. When men's mind start to get sick... No one can save them. Especially not the women who...

The thought dies in her mind, as Joker stands, begining to walk slow circles in front of her. His metal leg clinks, each one, having her flinch worse and worse. All she can feel are boring eyes on her. Boring... boring eyes. She can't be here any longer.

She puts on a hard face as she stands too, Joker, being so aware of her, stops everything to look at her.

"We can't wait here any longer... My Joker," she leans forward, softly cupping his cheek, his eyes butter over as he sinks into her, she swallows thickly, "You stay here." She needs him, and these eyes off her back. "You stay here, and I'll go find Murro, get more clues-- A-And," she doesn't want to say it. But she doesn't want him to get emotional. "And I'll be b-back for you," she nods.

"Of course Natalie," he croaks out. Joker's voice was always weak, gentle, filled with strain and wear. It made her loosen her guard before, but now it was a reminder of how much he loved her. No-- No longer did he.

As she stared into those drooping eyes of his, garnered in black eyeshadow, black mascara, she could feel how much he clung to her very existence.

It was fair, for him, because he had nothing else but her. It was obvious, to her. But she didn't want this life with him, she just...

She sighs, looking down. She can feel the clown begin to reach out for her, but she steps back. "And you wait here," she says cautiously, never looking away from those intense eyes.

"Of course Natalie. I will wait here," he twitches when he says it.

Cling.

Part of her wants to cling to him too.

She smiles weakly as she turns, rushing out the tent without anything else.

This was a dangerous, twisted game, dangerous, twisted screanios. Twisted, as she looked back to the tent on her way to the west side of Hullabaloo. Twisted, she knew she would never come back.

And judging by his own instability. He knew it.

Fray tears dribbled down her cheeks as she wiped and combed at her face, the brown fur of her coat caressing her tenderly. She has to go. She has to leave you clown you're.... You need to be... You need a lot that she cannot provide.

That was what she thought when she met up with Murro, how he stuttered with surprise when he met her. How they began to solve riddles and peace together clues. Where she revealed, that Joker, "mostly likely" -- as she put it-- was the one who burned down the circus. She did it.

She did it so Murro would finish the last cipher and open the gate.

It's not like it was the first option, she tried with him with riddles for what felt like hours. But she knew he was too persuaded with Mike, even subconsciously, to trust her.

She tried to protect him.

But then it all came out, and she was left with nothing but guilt. Murro turns to work on the last cipher, her feet move before her brain and suddenly, suddenly she's running breathlessly back to him.

Her clown.

Maybe they could build an honest life.

Maybe... Maybe she could love him, as he did so with all her heart.

She rushes towards the tent, she left him at out of breath. But before she could piece together her mind, she heard his screams. Her eyes shot bloodshot, her whole body erupting in a ferocious tremble. Her breath caught in her lungs, as Joker cried. He cried and wailed and yelled, his voice sounded so strained- so anew. It was a sound she couldn't piece together. She's never heard him like this, never so loud.

There was need, anger, and bliss or was it agony, in each sloppy scream.

She couldn't imagine.

She pressed her ear up to the tent. She's sure she can hear the muffled of another--

SMACK!

The sound of a hard, yellowing hit breaks up Weeping's voice. She hears him sob out, how his breath hitches before the clamor, the way he reacts.

Nonono.

Someone's hurting him.

SMACK!

Marg's feet plant still.

She's jot strong enough. Not strong enough to...

She needs to protective herself.

She...

Joker.

She rushes around the tent, peaking in through tear near the entrance, too overcome in her own fear to understand what she saw. She saw Joker, on his hands and his knees at the middle of the stage, naked, completely naked, with... Sergei's costume-- She gasps quietly, shooting away from what she saw.

But she heard another smack and another yell.

Her heart thumped. She gathers herself to peak again.

Sergei's costume... Thrusting? Thrusting into Joker. She looks up, cautiously at Sergei's face, only for her to realize, it was Mike.

Her face constricted in horror. Her head turning in realization. She blinks once, she blinks again.

Mike, dressed as Sergei, thrusted and smacked Joker, who was naked beneath him. They were grinding against eachother, having the time of their lives, it seemed. She couldn't look away. Not as Mike picked Joker up by his hair and revealed his chest for all to see, not as they continued, voices getting softer and animalistic.

She's never seen Joker naked before.

Her eyes craft down his body briefly, catching wind of his sensitive part that clung to his stomach.

She swallows, looking down to her shoes. She hears another cry, looks up and catches the moment Joker spews up cum all over. She flinches back, cupping the sided of her face still not processing the fucking weirdness of this all. She watches, watches as the two of them disconnect, watches as Joker turns back to Mike.

She shakes, shakes before walking to the entrance of the tent and seeing them in full. She's standing there, half wishing they'd notice her, her ears catching their conversation better now.

"Have you ever came to a woman, even by thinking about one," that was weeping's voice.

Mike never said anything. Her face seems to contort.

"To a man?"

"Never!"

"You have, just now, Mike."

"Y-yes... God you're right!"

Her heart drummed.

"But you have before Mike. You've came to me in the medic tent. I could hear you, I could hear you right outside," the clown hums so erotically.

She gasps, whole body flinching vigorously.

A memory hits her a like fraught train.

The day Sergei burned her Weepy. It was midnight when he finally fell asleep, and she could finally risk going to see him. But... Just as she walks up to the medic tent, she hears Mike's almost unnatural, graveling groans. They suddenly stop when he hears her approach him. She sees him, at the doors of the, fidgeting and shifting before turning around to face her.

Mike flashed the most horrible face she's ever seen him do. Only before realizing it was her, muttering some excuses when she asked if he was okay, all before sneaking off.

She went in to see Joker afterward. But she admits. Mike was doing some erratic movements, making erratic sounds. She swallows thickly.

It all made sense now.

But why. What would Mike want with what was her's? Didn't he already have it all? Didn't he have enough?

Tears burst down her face. She can't look away. She can't look away as they kiss so sweetly, as these two men, make love to eachother. As Mike turns them around, putting Weeping on the floor, soon begining to--

"Aaah-- M-Mike," she hears Weeping mewl out. He says it laced with all the affection in the world. It confuses her. It confuses her because it was sugar coated, the way he talked to her. Yes it was sweet and soft, but it was filled with appreciation. Understanding, respect.

Joker never! Never would've thought of her that way. He only clung to her with need not-- never with love. No. What was she saying? He loved her still. He loves her.

Her head's spinning. She can't make sense of herself. But she watches it all, sobbing quietly, she watches Mike take Weeping away, hears how happy he sounds. She doesn't know how to feel. She's never seen to men make love. She didn't know men wanted to do that with eachother.

And Mike? Mike fuck. He was still dressed as Sergei. Dressed as the man who ruined both their lives all as he took Weeping clown beneath him. It was sick. It was sick! He was just-- Mike was just spanking him moments ago too-- all dressed as Sergei.

Why as Sergei. Why were they doing this. They never liked ecahother before hand. Why- Why- Why?

She didn't notice how much time as passed, as she couldn't take it anymore.

All she heard was.

"You're coming with me, okay," from Mike.

And she would've cooled it down, except, except Joker obediently sighed out, "Of course, M-Mike."

She bursts out, "What the fuck!" Her sobs become vocal and loud. Loud as she points dead at them.

Like a twisted reality, Mike slowly turns to her, but Weeping shots up beneath Mike, his legs flying up, his hand grabbing the blonde's shoulders.

"Natalie," he screeches, his own head's spinning.

Natalie steps in deeper to the room, pointing fingers, not exactly at who, as she marks to the foot of the stages staircase. Dead in the center with them. Mike looks at her again, looks at her with that nasty face.

Joker tries to get up, but Mike grabs him in place. Joker tries to cover himself, Mike pulls the shit from his hands. His wet, tear eyes don't know where to look, but all his body suddenly feels so exposed. Not in the way he liked, the way him and Mike did it.

Not infront of Natalie.

Mike tucks himself back into his pants, though, and Joker can't help but shake.

No one, but Murro knows of his sexuality. How he has a taste for men too. He wasn't ashamed he just knew, knew Natalie didn't deserve to see him like this.

Everyone is quiet for a beat.

Before Natalie, unable to take it anymore, face filled with sloppy tears, speaks up, "W-What... Why would you do this Joker. Why."

Mike stands, his back turned to Natalie, but his head still glazing over his shoulder at her.

Joker can finally grab some clothes, laying his vest in his lap while he throws on his button-up. He spits out, frantic and uncalculated, "N-Natalie... This isn't what y-you think-- My body is--"

"What is it then, Joker? What were we doing," Mike spits, staring down at him.

Natalie looks away, "Oh god I can't even look at you anymore."

Joker realizes now why Mike had an unnatural hate for Natalie. It wasn't just because of the circus, even before, even before he hated her.

Was it because. Natalie, still, kind as ever, as Joker slips on his pants, comes to the edge of the stage around Mike to see him, to see Weepy.

Weepy is frozen, frozen as he frantically sits up. He scoots to the edge on his knees, leaning forward to her scared face, hovering hands around her cheeks.

It's the first time he can say for certain that she wants him. He feels it, and he feels secure but scared all at the same time.

All of this was scary. Too much. Too much.

"Natalie, I never m-meant to hurt you, you must now," he croaks out speedy.

Mike steps forward, grabbing one of Joker's wrists and pulling. "Oh yeah! Then what is it that we just did, J-Joker," Mike yells it. He yells it with all of his soul, but faulters when Weepy's teary eyes meet him. The blonde flinches almost.

"We... We," Joker's words die in his throat.

Mike falls on his knees next to weepy, pulling the hand the he captured to his heart. Mike weakly whispers, "We made love, Joker."

Joker's eyes widen. Even he knew their sex was affectionate at the end. Knew it was vulnerable and intimate all around. But love? Was it love? Did Mike love him all this time? Is that why he hated Natalie? Is that why Hullabaloo hurt, not just because of his home, but maybe. Maybe some part of it was related to him? Those were the things swimming in his dizzy brain.

"Oh god," Natalie keens over. She huffs for a second before grabbing Joker's forearm, pulling herself close to him, the same way Mike did before.

They're both clinging onto him for an answer, but he can't decide. "I can't breathe," he whispers out.

"Joker," the two of them seem to shout.

"It's easy! Natalie never loved you!" Mike shouts.

"He's dressed as Sergei, Joker! How could any of this be good? He's delusional," Margie shouts.

Joker's dizzy. So fucking dizzy. "G-Guys let's stop," he whispers, his head drops forward. "I-I don't know yet."

"Do you not know or do you just not want to choose the truth-- What we had just then was real, Joker. It was real-- It's real to me," Mike's voice drowns in desperation. Not even Margie's seen him so pitiful. "She doesn't love you, she doesn't love you..."

Margie drops his forearm to pet his head, "Joker... Let's get out of here... Together." Maybe it's the control talking.

A voice splits through the trio, "W-Whoa-? Guys what's going on," It's Murro and his voice is cautious. From his point of view, he just came in any everyone's crowding Joker, Joker the murderer arsonist. The man who killed Violetta, cradling him and pulling him. He too is scared, scared of the obsessive energy floating around.

This wasn't only about Joker. Was it?

He's trying to approach them slowly. He notices Joker's clothes are disfigured. He notices his metal leg as he picks it up from the thrown chairs. Something happened here. He gets close, stares into Mike's disheveled, pleading eyes. "W-Whoa... That's Sergei," he gulps as he stares at his clothes.

There's this smell that hits him, too. A raw earthy stench. He chalked it up to sweat. Maybe a battle happened. But Margie couldn't look at him. She instant parted from Joker to hold herself, and Mike clung to Joker like the toys he loved when he was a kid.

"M-Mike... Let... Let's him go... He's out of it," Murro says, based on his observation.

Mike recoils away from Joker, slipping off the stage and standing behind Murro angrily. Murro strongly grabs Joker's shoulders. The clown still can't even pick his head up, shaking every so often. There's shame here.

They must have confronted him.

"You're going to jail, Joker," he says sternly, but drowning in compassion.

"No," Mike yells, tossing his arms. Murro knew? He couldn't lose standing in his brother's eyes. He points a vicious finger at Margie, "It was Natalie who burned down the circus! And killed Sergei!"

"What," Marg yells, stepping forward again.

Mike continues, "She's trying to frame Joker, but Joker knows it isn't true. Isn't that right, Joker."

Joker slowly hushes out, "No."

Mike grabs chunks of his blonde locks, "Whhy," he exclaims.

Joker speaks, "I did it... I burned down the circus... and I-- stopped Sergei... I killed Violetta..."

Murro sighs.

Joker cups his face, "I couldn't take it anymore- th-that place was horrible to u-us... To a-all of us--"

"Violetta was innocent, Joker," Murro speaks.

Joker shakes, "I k-know..."

Murro grits his teeth, "So why did you do it, J-Joker!"

Mike hugs himself, "I wrote it..." he whispers.

Murro turns breathlessly.

Mike looks to the floor, he speaks, "I wrote it in the poem... Four seats... Violetta... S-She wasn't a part of my plan. I thought it would urge the killer to g-get rid of her-- mess up-- show their true colors. I wrote those poems... Those songs..."

Margie barks, "You wanted me to kill myself, huh? That damn song! That song after I finished my cipher machine."

Mike weakly, weakly whispers, "I-I did..."

"Oh god... Mike," Murro slumps back against the stage next to Weeping.

Margie whispers, "J-Joker... Joker told me before he did it-- I-I think... I think he was looking to me to stop him but... I just... I just didn't want him to," she pauses, looking to the floor, "want him to h-hurt me."

Weeping shakes.

Murro winces. He feels the full power of that statement. He shakes his head, "What are we doing here. Everyone... What are we doing?"

"We need... We need to turn ourselves in... For Violetta's sake," Mike mumbles.

"Vi-Violetta," Weeping begins to sob, clawing at his own marred face.

Murro grabs the clown's wrists in a vice, pulling them away. Joker finally looks up, staring straight at Murro with bleak eyes. From here, the brunette can see glimpses of Weeping's burns.

He remembers the shows. Sometimes, all of his acts were consistent-- depending on Sergei's humilation and abuse. Sergei was... Murro winces at the memories of Margie, memories of other dancers there, memories of Weeping. Maybe he... As the oldest, too didn't take care of them all... He'd overlook everything, just to perform at the end of the day.

It's why he tried so hard to be the hero. To right his many many failures.

He swallows.

He'll make it right this time. "There's something wrong with us," Murro speaks into the bleak air. They all seem to understand. His grip turns tender on the clown, as he speaks again, "Hullabaloo was horrible to us... Hullabaloo r-ruined us... Violetta was a tragedy... I can't say much about burning it down-- I a-admit my life too got better after it... And S-Sergei... He deserved it. But... Violetta..."

Margie's soft cries murmured from the back.

Murro speaks, "We are all... So tired..."

Mike looks to the floor, biting his lip, thinking back on his suicide plans that got interrupted.

"We are all stressed... Turning ourselves in won't right things, it won't make things better... Guys... I know this is s-selfish of me... But... Maybe we should all escape... Escape and start-- a-anew," Murro trembles for the first time, his lip quivering, eyes filling with tears. "I can't say that I am better than all of you, I know I would do the same if I were in your s-shoes... We-- We need help... We need serious help," Murro sighs.

He folds in on himself, holding his arms. Weeping drops a soft hand on Murro's back. "A-And I'm supposed to lead but I don't know what t-to do... What are we supposed to do here? We're not okay..."

Mike and Margie steps forward. Mike wraps his arms around his brother, Margie steps before Joker, resting her hand on Murro's knee.

"No- No Murro, we'll figure this out... We all will figure this out," Mike whispers.

Margie speaks, "Let's take it to our graves... Everyone... T-Take it to our graves..." She looks at Joker, raising her freehand to carress his scarred face. He whimpers, her thumb caresses under his eyelids. "After today... N-None of this ever happened..."

The clown whispers, "No h-hullabaloo... No sergei..."

She continues, "No fire..."

Mike croaks, "No manor game..."

Murro speaks, "And what of Violetta... I c-cant forgive you- J-Joker..."

Mike chimes, "Then don't... But Violetta..."

Margie nods, catching on, "Maybe Violetta should stay here too..." She knows how daunting the words are. To murro, to Joker. To everyone. Sweeping her under the rug.

It felt that way. But Margie she knew that the clown.

She looks into his eyes.

He would kill himself in jail.

Mike.

Mike knew it too.

Murro did as well. He began to sob, sob as he held onto Mike. "Sorry... S-Sorry Violetta-- sorry," he begs and begs into the twisted air. Murro knows how twisted and sick it all was. Trading Violetta's life for Joker's, a murderer, an arsonist. He was corrupt. Maybe he deserved whatever happened to him next in jail.

But Joker was complex, Joker was twisted. He had a mental break from years... Years of things Murro hates to recall hates to re-imagine. Things he could have stepped in on. Then, in thr climax of it all, he was burnt by Sergei. The Man Murro called friend, the man Murro allowed... He winces. Does a man like that deserve the death penalty.

No.

But does Violetta deserve her justice? Yes. More than anything.

Murro already knew. He knew what he had to do. If Mike and Margie want to protect him so badly, Murro knows. He can't. He can't be apart of it. It wasn't fully right. No, this wasn't right at all.

He can't forget her here. Her story was taken from her. Whether Mike had a hand in it, whether Margie had a hand in it, whether he too had a part in it. It was selfish of all of them.

But Murro had people to live for, too. He couldn't go to the police. His companions awaited him. And he didn't... A part of him didn't want the clown in jail either.

Joker needed help.

Forgive him. For being so selfish, Violetta. It was easier for him to put it all to rest here.

"Let's get out of here, everyone," Margie speaks.

🔻👼--

There they stood, all in the winter of the exit gate. Mike now restored in his usual attire, holding something just behind his back, his freehand holding Joker's hand. Margie stood before them on Joker's side, as Murro stood before them, bracing himself for his sentiment.

The exit gate was already open, and Murro and his hog were a ways in before he spoke, "Mike, my baby brother."

Mike smiled, brows furrowing.

"I love you to pieces... And though I don't understand all of it... I love you more. I want you to be happy, and if this man makes you happy," Murro speaks, watching as Mike tightened his hold on Joker's hand, Murro smiles, "Then be happy... And don't let anyone make you feel ashamed, Mike. You've found quite a loyal companion, much like me." His hog squeaks excitedly. "But... I can't support what he's done to Vio... You're still my baby brother, Mikey. You will always be welcome to me... But now, I have to go my own way."

Mike understands the weight of his words. There's fear, understanding, compassion, gentless, humility, all these heroic traits wrapped in one. Mike looks down, still coming to terms with himself now, too. Murro steps forward, pulling his baby brother into a hug.

Him along with his strange companion.

Mike sinks his face deep into Murro's shoulder, blinking away the tender tears that dribble out of his blue eyes. Murro parts from them, cupping his brothers face, staring at the soft freckles on his round cheeks. Murro smiles. He still looks like that young, starry-eyed kid from all those years ago in his eyes.

"G-Goodbye Murro," Joker smiles.

"Goodbye Weeping Clown," he hushss.

Murro parts from him, turning to Margie, who already sinks into his body. She hugs him like a vice.

"Oh Marg," he whispers, patting her back.

"I-I'll miss you, big man," she tries to laugh. He smiles. She pulls back, throwing on the gentlest of smiles.

Murro begins to make his walk back, with one final wave, "Goodbye everyone."

"G-Good bye! Murro," Mike exclaims.

His brown form sinks further and further down the snowy road. Mike can only bite back snotty tears.

It's Natalie's turn, as she goes to stand before Joker. He gasps softly, she cups both of his cheeks in her hands. His eyes shut, brows pinched, desperation brewing in his bowels.

"My Joker... I'm sorry. I can't take you with me," she utters the harsh truth.

He nods. Mike squeezes his hand warmly.

She chuckles bittersweet, "Joker... I did- I do care for you with all my soul. B-But, I can not give you what you want, and I should not cling to w-what was. I'm sorry for the trouble I caused... Although it pains me to leave you... I, too, have to find myself. Who I really am, without the company of men... I married young... I owe it to myself to be free now."

Joker nods, laying his freehand on one of his cheeks. He leans into her touch, savoring it, and all the good years. There's sourness, sourness of departure in him, but he still stays happy for her sake. She needs it.

"Na-- Margethera, go. I'll forget you, j-just as you ask... Go, go... Be free," his breath hitches, his eyes clench tighter. He won't look.

She parts from him, his hands shake but Mike pulled them tenderly. He hears her steps in the snow, fluttering away from him.

"Thank you," is all she says, before she too leaves.

Weeping drops his head, staring at his feet.

Now it was time for Mike.

He waits for his speech.

Bur seconds go by, and the blonde is still holding his hand. Joker looks at him, confusion plaguing his face. Mike's there, beside him, with a puffed out chest, biting a quivering lip, with tears dribbling out his eyes.

He looks constipated?

Was he trying to hold it in?

Joker asks, "Mike?"

"Y-You really loved her," Mike swallows. "D-Do you think you could... do it again?"

Joker blinks, tucking his redhead behind his ears. "Do what?"

"L-Love again," Mike stutters, meekly staring into Joker's drooping eyes.

He laughs. The clown laughs. The sound is hearty and full, light and carefree. Mike's never seen such a thing. Joker smiles, "I would h-hope so! Or you're in big trouble, M-Mike."

"Hey! That's not comforting," Mike's face flares red.

Weeping sighs, staring off at the road before them. It's dark and snowy, neither of them can see the other side. Wind blows cold against them, dofting redhead. It's a breathlessly calm, quiet sight that takes Mike's breath away. The clown hushes, "There's a lot ahead of us now, Mike..."

Everything they knew was behind them, literally, and only uncertainties were before them. What makes them any different than how they were before? What will they be if they step forward like Murro and Marg. Certainly, strong people. Strong people willing to leave themselves behind. Mike quakes for a second, trembling in place, but still trying to remain in control.

He did a lot today.

A lot of things. He'll, I have to think about and live with. A lot of things to feel shame about. New questions to face.

Joker notices, staring at his lover's face.

"Let's go back... Joker," Mike hushes. Mike finally revealed the hand behind his back. It was detonator pin with a red button. Mike gripped it as if it were a life line.

Joker understood. He, too, felt the temptation. He, too, was scared. He looks back up at the road in front of him.

With all of his might, he places one terrified foot infront of the other. "F-Forward Mike. We go forward," he gulps. Even the clown doesn't believe it.

Mike looks up at him, looks up as Joker tugs him along.

There's nothing but awe in his eyes.

"F-Forward," Mike swallows.

"We'll f-figure it out together," Joker trembles.

Mike's feet begin to move before his brain. Joker begins to run, to the best of his ability. "Forward," Joker shouts, shutting his eyes closed.

Wind glitters in the blondes lungs, passion brewing in his belly. He began to run too, only this time, he tugged the clown along. He pulled his hand up when they were enough away, thumb launching down on the big red button.

"Forward!"

KABOOOMM

Ok my fic done I'm tired

[micyclemorton]

🎪 Final Spotlight - Mike Morton 🎪

[ this was just first-person experimentation, and came in at about 840 words! a little too short for my writing blog. written informally, too, with full lowercase and such. ]

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i look down at my hands as they begin to tremble. bernard would criticise me, now, if he saw the sorry state of them - raw. bleeding and blistered, without gloves. those would just be stained anyway. do they hurt? i can’t tell. can you tell me? jugglers can’t juggle with hands like this. he told me i was an acrobat, but my movements are too sluggish to be deemed acrobatics now. my name is mike. you don’t have to know my surname. 

i used to be an acrobat. the days are blurring out in front of me, and i barely remember the faces i used to cherish. would murro be angry? margie? my friends… my friends no longer. after all, nobody likes a coward and a talentless performer. they were right to laugh and jeer and snarl. joker would be having the time of his life, i guarantee, if he saw me in such a state. that snivelling fool always took pleasure in my downcast days. i was the show pony, and i revelled in the attention just as a flower soaks in sunlight. 

i think he was jealous. jealousy turned to bitter words, and bitter words turned to blood. now, despite focusing on my hands, i can feel the dull ache of where his fists once were on my body - sometimes i was too slow. sometimes i got caught. i never doubted him, even when it was better to do so. safer. i wanted to scream at him, berate him for how he treated my dear friends. my voice proved too weak too often. maybe that was the first indication of my slipping - an early one, pushed to the back of my mind and left to fester until it was all too big to ignore. i’m filled with an intense regret, one that i can’t shake away even though i try endlessly to distract myself. 

patting my clothes to locate the leather pouch hanging on my belts at all times, small red prints and drags mar my uniform. my nose wrinkles and brows furrow, a stark contrast to the cheery disposition all the kids would know. perhaps i’m one of those hopeful children, naive and blind to horror, because i don’t find any recognition in my own expression. 

it begins to rain, fat droplets pooling in my hat’s brim and spilling down. my hands are still shaking, though i force myself to sit before i fall. there’s no reason for someone like me to be so shaky, is there? i’m headstrong and leap into danger, causing it more often than not. now, sitting against the cool ground, the tears begin to finally pour down my cheeks. i can’t say i’m unashamed, having invested so much energy into always maintaining a smile, but that’s not what matters most. the park around me is eerily silent, save for the sound of my own shuddering breaths and hiccups. 

maybe they were right to abandon me here. who are “they”? does it even matter? they wouldn’t care to see me again, no matter how often i plead. my voice has died in my throat, and all i can do is sob even more. the tears carve their way through the grooves in my skin, but they can’t wash away the glaring prints of my own failures. i won’t describe to you how much this hurts: blood and ash and salt mingling together tells its own story. 

for the first time in ages, i find myself able to make my own choices. despite the bitter loneliness chewing its way through my will to continue, i stand up and tip the rainwater from my hat onto my hands. it’s better than nothing to wash everything away. damage under the surface isn’t something I can fix, but my attitude is.

taking a small palette from my pouches, i busy myself in a fight with the weather, endeavouring to paint a smile onto my cheeks. the makeup drips and smears across my skin, painting a grim picture in direct contrast to my usual upbeat nature. 

maybe, i think, this is what it all comes down to. maybe this is the end of the line.

this morose feeling spreads outwards from my thoughts alone, blanketing me in such a way that i find it difficult not to bow my head. looking toward the ground, i select a few juggling balls from my pouch without bothering to check if they match. dragging my feet along paths that i know too well, i climb onto the now-deserted stage of the hullabaloo grounds. a deep, shuddering breath moves through my body, but all i can think about is the blank aftermath. 

no one is watching as i move through my practices, silent tears rolling. the one time i look up is to check the lights, even though i know they’ve been cracked and dim for far too long.

now, this is my final performance - i have no stage. i have no audience. i have no worth.

[hauntted-idv]

MY OCS TIERLISTS ON THE OTHER IDV CHARACTERS!!!!

I'll probably add this to my individual OCS posts when I make them on @idv-haunted-grounds --

Long post so it's all under the cut :)) mostly diving into the people they don't like.. Lol

MONTAGUE CHASTAIN: THE CURATOR

He's pretty open to most people! However, some he just can't get past the unsettling feeling they give him, some he can tell are untruthful in general, and some plain disturb him (luchino's hunter form). Also, some people just really don't like him because of his tone/attitude. He got a whole extra tier for his haters😭

DAMIR JELEN: THE STORYTELLER

He is locked in 🤞 with his Hullabaloo friends ofc. He's mostly indifferent towards a lot of people considering he doesn't care for others opinions of himself. He could not give two shits if someone thinks badly of him, he'll just keep his distance if they keep theirs. He also just doesn't know enough people well enough to have certain opinions either way. (Sorry for the formatting change--everything goes back to normal after him)

SAINT SALLOW: THE ARCHITECT

Saint is on decent terms with most of the manor! He's easygoing (most of the time) and shows respect even when it's not given in return. However, he has an extremely bad relationship with Norton 😭 he brings out the absolute worst, annoyed side in Saint, and they constantly quarrel if made to be in the same room together. Saint is honestly a bit scared of him. Ada also unsettles him from her relationship with Emil.

CECIL DOMENECH: THE SEAMSTER

Bro is the #2 hater in this post. He likes to keep his circle a little close-knit, but will get along with people so long as they show him respect. He has an attitude from his life before the manor that he can't let go, and it makes tensions a little high. He especially can't let a grudge go -- maybe if someone close to him 'fucks up' in his head, he can forgive it. But with someone he's not close to it just alienates him from them. He also tends to stay away from people he finds 'weird', like Murro or Emil. He's from a high-class family so he holds some opinionated beliefs whether he thinks he does or not.

HEATH DEMKIS: THE FIREWATCH

He's the #1 hater out of all my characters. He legitimately cannot stand most of the manor, or at most tolerates them. Hes a bit reclusive and close-minded, having only lived with his mom and then on his own from a very young age. His close friends were the people who offered him comfort when he first came to the manor, Emily and Ada specifically. He is unsettled by survivors & hunters that deal with gods, demons, or 'gifts' (such as Eli), and mostly just scared of the supernatural. He tolerates a few hunters either because they're extremely friendly/almost 'kidlike' in his mind (Robbie, gala even though she's not a child), or he can place enough trust in them to be neutral towards him (Michiko, Alva).

NIGEL CAHALL: THE CHIMNEY SWEEP

Nigel likes most people in the manor, but is a bit nervous around women as he doesn't want to come off as brash or rude to them. He has an attitude, although not as much as Cecil, but he is very loud and persistent. He cracks shitty jokes and won't shut up. So, if he sees a LOT of uncomfortable reactions from someone he'll just distance himself. He's not really open to changing so that's his way of remedying the relationship. He cannot stand people who don't work for what they want/a better life, or at least people he *thinks* are like that because he hasn't gotten to know them. Which is why he's one of my few characters who's actually friends with Norton. He is also just unsettled by some people (Aesop, Matthias, Emil).

LAVINIA AGNELLI: THE KEYHOLDER

He is scared of most people, even his close friends, simply from his absolutely terrible experiences from his past & then his seclusion in the manor. It is not specifically about survivors vs hunters, just in general he's quite timid. He does not like to interact with the residents and will try his best to be unseen. His close friends are quiet. If someone has an issue with him, he gladly stays away. Some people just creep him out, like Weepy. Some people are too much/too intense for him, like Mike, Lily, and Ada. (Surprisingly, he does like hullabaloo more than regular Mike).

DAMILO BATHORY: THE BUTCHER

He doesn't see a reason to dislike most people unless they give him a reason. He's generally pretty welcoming, but very open about his... Bloody habits. If I made an extra tier for him of all the people who didn't like him, it would probably be half the cast, so I didn't. Alice is only a friend from his POV, while shes literally investigating him for his murders. Lol. Also who likes Kreacher? Because he doesnt

[turbulentscrawl]

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[ravioli-parmesan]

Happy Valentine's Day, Joker

Valentines Day rolls around, Joker has a perfect cut plan on how he will confess his love for Margaretha. However, Mike, the piece of shit he is, screws it all over as per usual.

T Rating

tags: Joker/Margaretha, asking out, boy failure Joker, fluff, Murro, Violetta, Mike fucking up a STUPID prank

word count: 2755

read on AO3

spacers by: @cafekitsune

Joker wiped the beads of sweat that formed on his forehead, leaving small wooden shavings that stuck to his skin. It was only the 12th of February, having finished his gift to Margaretha earlier than expected. Taking a second, he admires his handiwork. Once he was done making sure everything was perfectly to his standards, he set the box to the side, taking care to avoid smudging the intricate paint that adorned his craft. 

The troup would take frequent visits to the town nearby, spending the cash they got from performing. Joker would observe Margaretha gaze into a jewelers shop. A dazzling necklace would catch her eye, longing to wear it as her own. However the price was out of her pay range. So, he began saving his money. Laboring extra, he would clean up the circus after hours for a measly pay. He even went as far as taking from his own savings. 

With the money he saved up, he barely made the goal before going out and purchasing the gorgeous piece. 

Joker gently tapped the paint, checking to make sure it was dry before he grabbed his bag, wrapping up the wooden box and setting it into his bag. He cleaned up his work area and turned the lights out of the workshop. Beginning to walk back to his tent, he makes sure to be careful in fears of being seen. It was suspicious to be out this late. 

Walking into his tent, he checks both shoulders before confirming he’s alone. He pulls out a crate from under his cot. Inside is the necklace and a note he made for Margie. Lifting up the necklace box, he observes the sparkling jewelry with awe. Setting it back down carefully, he opens his bag and pulls out the music box, placing it next to the necklace. Swiftly, he pushes the crate back into hiding. Settling his nerves, he readies himself for bed, antsy with excitement and anticipation for the big day. 

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Mike sits at his desk, stitching up a juggling ball. In the distance, he hears the workshop door shutting. Confused, he gets up, peeking out of his tent. He notices Joker as he walks out of the workshop. This late? It’s 12… 

His eyes keenly watch the nervous fumbling man walk into his tent. Mike walks out, curiosity getting to him as he follows him back to his tent. Hiding behind a crate, he peeks through a crack in Joker’s tent, watching as he pulls out the necklace. Not recognizing it, he studies the scene in front of him until Joker pulls out the music box. Mike starts putting the pieces together as a hand flies to his face to settle his laughter. This is obviously a gift to Margaretha. Once Joker was finished and getting ready for rest, Mike runs off back to his tent. Schemes race through his mind along the way…maybe Valentines Day won't be boring for him after all. 

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After the groups practice, everyone gets ready to head into town as per usual. Changing and grabbing snacks, they gather near the exit to wait for each other. Murro and Violetta are the first to get there as Margaretha follows after. Mike watches and waits, hiding and observing Joker until he leaves his tent. Joker grabs his bag before stepping out of his tent, walking over to wait with the others. Mike takes his opportunity, silently walking over and entering Joker’s tent. Crouching down, he pulls the crate out to see the necklace, music box, and note. With a maliced grin, he pulls the note out, reading the words that were gently brushed onto the paper with extreme care;

“My dear Margaretha,

I do apologize, I am not much of a romantic. 

However, you have changed that for me. You have captured my weary heart since the day we met. I hope I do not come off as desperate, nor harsh, but I feel the need to express my feelings towards you. 

I love you, and I’m not afraid to say it any longer! Please, Margaretha my love, tell me you feel the same? If not, I would understand. But I do hope you will accept my affections.

Yours,

Joker”

Mike snickers while reading the tender words. He gets over himself and looks at the other pieces of the gift to Margaretha. 

“Mike! We’re ready to go!” Margie calls out. Startled, he sets everything back into the crate, pushing it back under the bed before exiting swiftly, making sure it looked like he was never there. 

“Sorry, I had to use the restroom.” He lied as he walks over to the others. He dared not look Joker in the eyes in fear of laughing, not like he looked at Joker anyways. 

As the group walked through town, they took their usual route. Mike walked in front as Margaretha followed behind. Joker walked behind her as Murro, his hog, and Violetta walked behind Joker. The group walked past some clothing stores, a general store, and then the jeweler's shop. Like clockwork, Margaretha turned her head to look for the necklace before being caught off guard. The necklace she loved was gone from its usual display case. It was apparent that someone had bought it. Mike and Joker looked at her, her eyes sad and heartbroken. She reconciled within herself before scooping herself up, following the others. Although seeing her look so dejected, Joker couldn’t help but feel excited to give her the gift tomorrow. 

Once they had finished their trip and the sun was starting to set, they headed back home. The group separated to do their own respective things. 

Joker walks back to his tent, making sure to secure the flap so no one intrudes. He pulls out a small gift bag, sitting down on the floor. Pulling out the crate, he opens the bag to set the items into it. He puts some tissue paper to conceal the inside contents and sticks the note into the top. Once he deemed it perfect, he set it to the side, hiding it from prying eyes behind his bag. 

While Joker was meticulously crafting his gift, Mike was doing something similar. Grabbing rocks and random trash he could find, he put it into a gift bag. Sitting at his desk, he pulled out a paper and pen. Tapping the pen against his cheek in thought, he began writing. Smiling with odd joy, he crafted his perfect letter to mess with the pair. 

Once he finished, he set the note inside the bag. Hiding the bag, he gets ready for bed, giddy for his prank to unfold. 

——

February 14th, today was the day. Joker was trembling with anticipation. As he got ready, he rehearsed his plan in his head. Combing his hair, powdering his face extra, even putting on a little cologne, he made sure that he looked nice and presentable for Margaretha. Walking out of the circus, he went to a nearby forest that Murro resided in, picking a small bundle of flowers. Once he was back at his tent, he picked up the gift, hiding it behind his back as he walked to the tent that Margaretha was currently performing in. He walked behind the stage, looking for her vanity table. Spotting it, he walked over. Carefully, he set the gift bag and flowers on top of it. Making it look all pretty he made sure to show the better side of the flowers. Right as he was finishing up, he was then startled by the sound of clapping. Settling himself, he took this as his sign to leave.

As he scuffled out, Mike sauntered in. Once Joker was out of sight, he walked over to the table, taking the bag and flowers and replacing it with the new bag. Grabbing the real gift, he hurried back to his tent to hide it. On the way back, Murro bumps into Mike. Looking down at the bag and flowers, he points to them confused. 

“What’s that?” Murro asks. The initial contact startled Murro, worried he had wrongly calculated and had run into Joker.

“Oh, Murro, I’m glad it’s you. Joker made a Valentine's gift for Margaretha,” He says as his fear is replaced with exultation. 

“I switched it with a new bag full of rocks, isn’t that funny?” He clarifies as Murro doesn’t say anything, a look of concern etched on his face. 

“Anyway, I gotta go hide this, see ya later.” Mike says as he waves Murro off. He does just that as he heads back to his tent, hiding the gift with care for it not to be seen. 

The crowd clapped and cheered with delight. Margaretha took a deep breath as she got up from her bow, the lights dimming and the crowd beginning to leave. She walked back to her table after the curtains had closed. Wiping sweat from her forehead, she notices the strange bag on her vanity table. Curious, she picks up the letter. She reads it as her brows furrow more the longer she reads the scribbled words,

“Margaretha (or whatever name you’re using now),

I wanted to give you these rocks and mud to show how I feel about you…

I HATE you! You are built like a capital P, your dancing SUCKS and it is BAD. Oh, how I HATE you, Margaretha! I would never dream of getting with your SORRY behind. 

You smell BAD,

Joker”

Her eyes begin to swell with tears before she sets the note aside, opening the bag and peeking inside to see rocks, weeds, and random trash that Mike had thrown in. She pushes the bag away and gets up, grabbing her coat and wrapping it around herself. She walks out, trying to keep herself composed until she got back to her tent.

Violetta helped Murro prepare a stew as dinner time rolled around. As everyone grabs their serving in the dining tent, Joker looks out for Margaretha. He sits down in his usual seat before he sees her walk in. Mike observes the two with amusement as she completely ignores Joker, grabbing her serving of food before leaving to go back to her tent. Confused and worried, Joker watches her leave as he picks at his own food idly. Mike yawns and stretches, full of himself he announces 

“Man, she did not look too happy, did she Joker?” He says as he stifles his laughter, nudging the man next to him.

“I wonder why that could be…” He finishes as he begins to eat his food. The rest of the time that Mike was there, it was silent. Joker didn't eat much. He held his head in his hand, moving his food around his plate. Eventually getting bored that Joker wasn't giving too much of a reaction, he sighs, standing up he tells the table;

“I have an important performance tomorrow, I have to get rest.” He says, walking out and leaving his plate at the table. Murro walks over with Violetta as Mike walks out. 

Murro watches Joker as he picks at his food.

“Joker? Are you feeling ok?” He asks, testing the waters. Joker doesn't reply, completely lost in thought. “Mike uh…he swapped your gift with a fake one…the one to Margaretha…” Murro confesses, the guilt on his conscience forcing him to squeal. Joker looks up at Murro, anger replacing his sadness as he slammed his fist down. Murro and Violetta jump at the sudden movement from the previously silent man.

“That…that…” He stands up, leaving his food as he walks out.

“Mike, you fool, where are you!” He yells as he walks to Mike’s tent as fast as he could. Not even bothering to ask to enter, he pulls the tent flap aside. Mike’s laughing as he gets startled by Joker’s sudden entrance. “Did you figure out my prank? Wasn’t it funny?” He says, a grin plastered on his face before Joker slaps him. Mike’s simper falls as he stares at Joker in shock. A couple tears of anger spill as they roll the paint off of his skin in their path. Joker looks a mess, breathing raggedly, his face red from shame.

“I didn't know it was that serious, geez…” Mike says as he grabs Joker's gift from its hiding spot, handing it to him. Joker grabs it from his grasp, mouth opening and closing to say something as nothing comes out. “It was just a joke,” Mike reiterates as he rolls his eyes. Joker stops himself from any brash actions as he turns around, closing the tent flap on his way out.

Joker takes some deep breaths, calming down as he sighs. He looks to Margaretha’s tent as he begins to walk over. The silhouette of her frame can be seen from the outside canvas. As he walks up to the tent, he dares not open the flap. “Margaretha?” He calls out. No answer. 

“I don’t know what Mike made, but that wasn’t from me…he said it was a prank, and I’m sorry.” He says as he sets the now wilting flowers in front of the entrance, setting the gift down alongside it.. “Goodnight, Margaretha..” He says defeated. 

—

Joker didn't get much sleep that night, tossing and turning, wondering if he can recover from Mike’s shit attempt at a prank. When he heard the rest of the circus start stirring, he sat up, rubbing his bare face as he slips his normal outfit on. He lugs himself into his chair as he begins powdering and painting his face. Dipping his brush into he black paint, he draws his teardrop. Not focusing on the task fully, his hand slips, a streak running down the side of his face. Anger bubbles up in his chest as he slams his fist into the table, putting his head in his hands in defeat. Everything crashed down on him, every small inconvenience that pilled up over the apst few days pours over him. Last night truly was the straw that broke the camel's back. 

In the middle of his epiphany, a voice rings out from behind his tent entrance. “Joker…? Is this a bad time?” the voice asks. In a panic, he looks up at the intruder. His face softens in embarrassment as he sees Margaretha’s silhouette in the doorway. 

“No no, sorry, come in.” He says as he wipes the smudge away the best he can.

She walks in, closing the entrance and settling on his bed across from him. He scans her, noticing she looked calm compared to yesterday. “I read your letter,” She starts, which causes him to avert his gaze, worried about what she might say next.

“It was very lovely, at least compared to what Mike wrote. The music box is beautiful as well.” Margie says as she watches him make eye contact again.  

“You think so..?” Joker replied, an ounce of hope in his voice. She nods,

“How did you know I wanted the necklace?” She asks curiously before embarrassment washes over him. He wanted to tell her he saw her looking at it, wanted to tell her that he notices many small things about her, but he didn't want to accidentally ruin this moment.

“It reminded me of you.” He says as she gives him a smile. She gets up, walking over and hugging him. Surprised, he wraps his arms around her. The two embrace the moment for a little too long before she pulls back. She hands him a small box that she hid when she walked inside.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Joker.” He takes the box as he unwraps it carefully. Opening the box, a red scarf with white polka dots rests inside. He smiles as he turns as red as the garment.

“Thank you, Margaretha, this is a wonderful gift.” He says, wrapping it around his neck. When he’s occupied with feeling the material on his fingertips, she steps closer, leaning in as she presses her soft lips against his less delicate ones. Joker turned hot, red as can be as a crooked smile forms foolishly on his face when she pulls away. Margie laughs as she pats his cheek.

“I hate to cut this short, however I have a performance soon,” She says as he quickly nods understandingly. 

“I look forward to seeing you again, Joker.” 

With that she took her leave. Margaretha made sure to wear the new necklace with pride, even giving Mike a piece of her mind later that day.

Can you guys tell what character I fucking hate? Sound off in the comments

[angeloferidia]

TOUCHSTARVED x IDV crossover concept!

HEY GUYS!!! In honor of my Luca B badge coming home (NA/EU serv), I’m finally posting my silly idea of what a crossover with Identity V would look like!

Disclaimer:

I’m well aware a touchstarved crossover will most likely never happen, but a man can dream... (◞ ‸ ◟)

With that said, let’s get into it!

Every character will be a survivor. Each skin would be of A tier rarity.

Kuras - Most likely would be assist or decoder. Seer (the owl would most likely become a dove or a small throne angel), OR Composer (totally not because I main him & their hair styles are similar)

Leander - EASY PROSPECTOR NEXT QUESTION

Vere - I can see him being role of container or assist... Maybe Acrobat or Painter!

Ais - Feel he would be a rescuer or container. First Officer is the best one I can think of, hell maybe even Wilding (the boar Murro rides could be a soulless methinks) but I’m not rlly so sure

Mhin - Container or rescuer 100%. Mercenary OR Coordinator

I’d include Sen & Elyon but since we don’t have much info on them idk who would fit them best 💀

Maybe in the future, I may make a part two with Sen & Elyon, hunter versions of the chars, & maybe accessory ideas?

If y’all have any other ideas, feel free to comment/reblog!

(Gif creds: thylocarnifexx)

[oletus-hullabaloo]

🎪 The manors games, how do you feel about it?

🎪 MIKE MORTON HAS RECEIVED YOUR LETTER! 🎪

"The games? Well, like any sensible person here, I'm scared. But you sure wouldn't catch me saying that to anyone out loud. My friends worry for me enough as it stands, and I don't want to pile on any more unnecessary pressure when I'm sure they have their own concerns to deal with..."

Mike tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and straightened his hat as he talked, trailing off into silence after a while as he thought of other things to add. It wasn't particularly hard to talk about, no, but the invasiveness of it all just twisted his gut.

His nails drummed on the desk he sat behind, the noise shuddering with the shaking of normally stable hands.

The Acrobat's expression had become worryingly and altogether unexpectedly different as his usual joyous smile faded, frowning with the concern. He gradually recalled what explanations he'd heard from his fellow manor residents. The practices hadn't yet begun, and he hoped they never would.

"I can't tell what the Baron is thinking, putting us all in situations like this, but he offered me something I couldn't refuse. Whether I want to play or not isn't exactly up to me, as I'll be hunted down by staff and forced to participate even if it kills me. My reflexes can only do so much here...

I'd like to be paired with Margie or Murro, if the Baron would allow me that one break in the terror. So that if things go south, at least they'll plunge while I have my friends to guide me in the darkness. I wouldn't want to condemn them, of course, so you can call me selfish all you'd like, but... just if."

[ruins75]

Hii its me crow anon!! I've been wondering what charaters do you see tracy and violetta being friends with :3 do they have any friends in common? Are there some people where the other kinda feels like "i think you shouldnt hang around with that one the vibes are off"?

Yeah! Here they are. I wrote a a lot lol (⌒-⌒; ) Hope it answers your questions

Tracy’s friends are Luca, Charles, Victor (sort of), and Alva (sort of) 

Victor because I like to think he was the local mailman of the area. He knew pretty much everything about the “accident” with her father and was the kindest to her during those tough times. I say “sort of” because 1) they don’t really see each other much 2) Victor is /very/ secretive of his life, and she often feels like she doesn’t really know much about him which was upsetting. 

Luca is her closest friend. Sees him as her best friend and as a brother at the same time. She met him before his arrest and they developed a relationship really fast because of their similar interests, careers, and personalities. After his arrest, that didn’t change. Meeting him again in the manor, however, their relationship sours but she still doesn’t let him go.

She didn’t meet Charles until she arrives at the manor. They didn’t know each other but similarly to Luca they got close quickly because of their interests . She also wanted to help him with his terrible self esteem and attitude towards his work. He’s also the reason the relationship between Luca and Tracy soured .. cause Luca was being a dick towards him and Tracy stood by Charles’s side. 

She met Alva through Luca. She was intimidated by him but also fascinated by literally everything he does. They couldn’t meet often because they both lived in completely different parts (Alva in an affluent area while Tracy in a middle class common area) . Her respect for Alva was lost after Luca’s arrest.

For Violetta, she’s friends with Margie, Murro, and the rest of hullabaloo (but it’s really just Margie and Murro but she’s unaware) 

Margie and Violetta have a bittersweet relationship. They do things like each others makeup, dress up, sing, and regular chatting. Sometimes Margie would sleep in Violetta’s room whenever she was too uncomfortable with Sergei, and she’s the only person she could trust to do that. But Violetta, ignorant to what’s going on between Margie and Sergei, often praises him for his excellent performances which turns Margie vexed. They also have this fall out and it’s because of Sergei. All of their problems stem from Sergei. They started talking less and Margie got caught up in her problems. 

I think the friendship between Murro and Violetta can be easily explained.. Unfortunately he leaves the circus and Violetta isn’t left with anyone 

Some friends they have in common would be Margie, Murro, and Luca (like how Luca was gushing about Alva to Tracy end then he later introduced her to him. Tracy was doing the same thing but with Violetta lmao) Tracy has a rather interesting relationship with Margie. I want to illustrate it sometime soon. 

For “I think you shouldn’t hang around with that one the vibes are kind of off,” it would probably Tracy to Violetta with Mike, Sergei, and Bernard. 

Mike just unsettles Tracy. And the way Mike (sometimes) speaks towards Violetta can be rather condescending. He’s just a little scary. Put on contacts please

Sergei. Know how I said Tracy and Margie have an interesting relationship? They’re pretty close, and Tracy knows all about the kind of man he is. She does not want her around that man 

Bernard is a tricky one.. because Violetta wants to get closer to him and make him proud, something she couldn’t do with Max. But Tracy knows how Bernard feels about Violetta. He’s so comfortable making crude jokes about her with Tracy thinking that she’ll be amused. Tracy does eventually tell her how much she really dislikes Bernard, and Violetta.. actually agrees, but she still has this hope that he can see her efforts and embrace her as a star. Tracy wishes Violetta could open her eyes.

Violetta likes Tracy’s friends so she has no qualms with them

Honorable mentions: 

Tracy and “Vera”: not necessarily friends.. but they’re cool with each other, I guess. Around the area of the circus is the perfume store Vera owns. Tracy goes there because after seeing Violetta, she grew this urge to take care of herself more, and it’d be nice to not smell like book dust and metal.

Violetta and Galatea

… kill me. Can’t think of anymore. I do plan on drawing these friendships 

[heartshapedbubble]

Coming off of anon and I’ve been doing just fine for a simple request: Murro, Percy, Bane and Leo with a reader who views him as a father figure.

Let’s throw Servais in there too bc I love him and don’t see enough of him

Gotta gotta be down because I want it all YESS i get so happy when i see people build up the courage to come off anon we're all cringe equally here ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 ALSO big W for the character choice we need more love for these especially murro🙏

murro, percy, bane, leo and servais with a reader who sees them as (a) father figure(s)🐗🧟‍♂️🦌☄️🪄

murro morton🐗

him?? out of all people?!

you've pretty much cemented murro's trust now...

murro has quite a bit of experience being the older sibling, but being a father figure? no way

the fact that you find him that special even though he's just being himself really warms his heart, not gonna lie

might shed a tear or two just thinking about it ok. this man is quite emotional

once you tell him that he begins to act a bit more carefully in front of you and give you advice more often

i mean, shit, what kind of an opportunity is it to be someone's very own dad figure? just thinking of it makes his heart jump out of joy

murro is a very selfless person but the fact that you look up to him *that* much does make him want to chase that feeling forever. it makes him feel so much better about himself and gives his life a new purpose

he could never see himself as a father or a guardian - but if it's you who does, then that shall be it!

percy🧟‍♂️

percy stopped acting on his human instincts and emotions a while ago - although he still can feel/sense them, it's but a fading feeling and even if he wanted to act on them he couldn't due to the fact that his vocal cords are damaged and his whole body - including his mind - is paralyzed and doesn't feel like his own

yet this... this does ignite something within him.

it's not hatred, a reflex or some other kind of urge a body would have - it, is fact, love. a caring type of love. the love you observe from fathers' eyes as they hold their child in their arms, the painful glint in them filled with so much care and the need to protect

it hurts trying to act up on it and verbalize how much he appreciates you, as he knows he can't get further than a few coughs and groans and perhaps shaky or cramped limbs, and he's aware of how dead and lifeless he looks

yet he can't appreciate your attention and trust enough. although he might just respond to your energy with a slight nod or a bleak look in your direction, know that deep within his body his dead heart seems to start beating whenever he sees you coming his way

bane perez🦌

the monster of darkwoods? minotaur? half man half deer? bane has heard it all, and obviously got tired of it

but "dad" ? that's a new one.

not that he doesn't like it though.

once "dad" nonchalantly slips from your mouth as you two tend to the flowers in the woods, he might just never be the same

bane, in fact, likes being a dad. he would want to be one if the circumstances weren't, you know, that he was a half dead man trapped inside of a manor basically forever

he has a strong urge to protect and teach and love, cupping his strong, calloused hands as gently as pillows around every fallen baby bird that he finds and cradling it back to its nest

that's how bane sees your relationship - he may not have experience with caring for humans, but he'd sacrifice anything to bring you towards him and care for you as if you were his own child

leo beck☄️

it's a bittersweet feeling, really.

as much as he loves being there for you, following you around and showing you the right way, it never goes without the guilt at the end of the day.

he thinks of lisa, where she is now. if she's sleeping as deeply as you after he has tucked you into bed. if she ate as much as you did after he made you breakfast. if she smiled as widely as you after he has retold you the same story he always tells yet again.

it's the guilt of not being able to provide the first time after providing the second, to love after not having the time to the first time, and it all makes him spiral into self hatred

it makes him want to protect you even more, now that he already lost so much

as he reaches to hug you, he always manages to find something of lisa's on you. the mole on your arm starts to look similar to the one that his beloved lisa had. there seems to be something of lisa's in your laughter, too.

yet, he has to deal with the harsh present as rationally as possible - accept and love you as dearly as he should have accepted and loved before, and pray for his daughter every night, when everyone is already asleep

servais le roy🪄

i fear it might be below this man's pride to admit his care for you..

but, one thing's for sure, and that's that it occupies his mind too much for his own liking.

"dad", he mumbles, as he cleans his wands and folds his colorful cloths. he'd gladly scoff at it, but for some reason he just lacks the power to do so

he can't get it out of his head. he's not fit to be a dad, hell, he doesn't even behave as appropriately as someone who should be looked up to, why are you so nice and dear to him?

yet, all these new, troubling thoughts will soften mr. servais' rock hard heart over time. mmyep.

he just has to embrace it at this point, you know what? burst out of his shell and take you to get food, or go watch a movie or read with you. tend to you when you're sick and talk to you until you feel at ease. how could he not?

he still doesn't know what you could possibly see in him, but since you already look up to him, might as well make himself worth it.

[incorrectidentityv]

Murro: I have a bad feeling about this

Mike: What do you mean?

Murro: Don’t you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if something is going to get you in trouble?

Mike: No?

Murro: That actually explains so much.

[smittenroses]

"you make me feel all warm and fuzzy" Mike Morton please 👉👈

Glow || Mike Morton/Acrobat x reader

this request is based upon the endearing prompts

angst ahead ❤

The manor was unusually quiet today, the jester-esque man not seeming to make himself present in any sort of situation in the morning, and by the time he had revealed himself, it had already been lunch. While he would usually brighten the halls, the frown on his face was something rather jarring to see, especially the way how he didn't greet anyone or make any sort of joke. In fact, he was almost dead silent as he made his way through the rooms to the kitchen, and was equally as quiet as he made his way back to the sleeping quarters.

"What's the matter with Mike?" You whispered to Margaretha as soon as Mike had left, the dancer sighing as she looked towards you.

"He's in one of his moods. You can really tell when he's not wearing his costume." She was right, Mike the Acrobat wasn't even wearing his acrobat costume when you saw him, in fact, he was just wearing a button-up and some slacks, no shoes, and not even a hint of any of his normal clownish makeup. He was rather plain, he was ordinary.

This behaviour continued for a few days, with Mike only seemingly coming out to eat or use any other facilities that he needed. But then one day he just... didn't show up at all. No one had seen him that day, he hadn't gotten any food, used the toilet, and nobody had seen his name card when the shower had been running, and it was becoming concerning really fast. Usually, the Acrobat was able to bounce back to his normal self after a few days, but even those that had known him the longest had mentioned that this was unusual behaviour.

And this is why you found yourself in front of his room, clutching the tray that you had brought along with you. Maybe if you were to go in and leave these on his desk, maybe he'd eat it - and roast was his favourite sort of dish, after all, he maybe couldn't pass up the opportunity to have roasted, honey-covered carrots and chicken and you knew how much he hated to waste food. Yet when you knocked on the door, his voice sounded so... sad and weak, it was almost a shadow of his normal self.

"Mike, I brought you dinner, can I come in?" He didn't answer, but the gentle tapping of feet on the other side let you know he was awake, and when the door creaked open a bit for Mike to peer out an azure eye you gave him a small smile. "It's roast. Murro helped make it." You knew that Mike had a soft spot for the man, and watching as his eye softened a bit before the door shut, you heard the deadbolt [something that all the survivors had installed due to frequent instances of Kreacher stealing things] come undone before the door opened up fully.

"Yeah, it smells good." He was trying to put on a happy face, but as he tried to take the tray you decided to let yourself in, mentioning something about how it was decently heavy, and you didn't want to bother Mike with having to carry it. And oh dear, his room was a mess: clothes strewn all over the floor, empty bowls, plates and even dirty cutlery piling up on his desk, and even his diary seemed to be in somewhat of a shamble, with ink spilt over the pages from the ink well that usually was in the divet in his desk. It almost smelt like death.

This was a depression room.

You had seen many depression rooms happen within the manor, from Emma to Jose, everyone eventually would have a depression room since hope was something hard to keep a hold onto, but this was the quickest one had gone into this much disarray since the day before it had started, his room was basically spotless from you helping with the laundry.

Finding a semi-clean spot, you sat the tray down, having to step over things in order to reach the spot, and then bending down, you began to pile things into your arms.

"You don't have to-"

"Mike, you need help here. I'm just going to help you, you need to eat." There was no room for discussion on your decision, and as Mike cleared away some of his clutter and began eating, you made quick work of the clothing scattered around the room, throwing them into the nearby hamper to be taken down to the laundry room later before beginning to stack the dirty dinnerware that most likely had been sitting there for a while.

The way he hunched himself in his spot, gently picking at the food that sat on the tray in his lap, it was obvious that the man was ashamed for how he had to get help, but sighing as you finished stacking the plates and bowls on top of the nightstand, you sat down next to Mike now on the semi-clean bed. "Listen, you don't need to tell me what's on your mind, but please know that I'm still here to help you." Grasping his shoulder and giving it a firm squeeze, you smiled slightly at the small hint of a smile that showed on his scarred face, the man finally taking a bit of the lukewarm carrots on his plate.

"I know but, sometimes, things can't be helped." It most likely revolved around the rest of the surviving hullabaloo cast members, as you weren't stupid, you knew how Mike would stare at them as if they were a piece of dirt on the bottom of his shoe, you knew that despite the other cast members wanting to try and have a friendship with him were pushed away. Yet none of them held malice for him. Yet he held onto his. "... Thank you..." The man mumbled, having a mouth full of chicken as he spoke, "you shouldn't help me though." We're all criminals, after all you finished in your head, already knowing what he was thinking; when you had first came to the manor, you didn't know why everyone else was here, but over time, finding out that the manor seemingly was here for them to repent for their crimes, it always seemed a bit more homely, and as much as everyone else had came to terms with what they've done and working to redeem themselves. And that included him, as much as he still held onto something.

"Mike, we live together- we have to work together, we have to look after each other, I care for you, Mike." Mike almost choked on his food in that moment, the acrobat thumping a closed fist against his chest as he coughed, bits of spit drooling from his lips as his face flushed a gentle red and only seemed to grow redder when you began to rub his back.

"Ya know..." The acrobat began once he had gotten his breath back, "you make me all warm 'nd fuzzy when you say stuff like that." There was that smile, bright as ever as he looked at you, "Be careful before someone catches feelings, or has to rival them." Watching as he set his tray aside, you blinked for a moment before letting out a gentle yell, feeling yourself being dragged back on his bed by a pair of thin but firm arms.

"Stay a bit, I have a lot to tell ya." There was his glowing smile, just for you.

[diana-berry]

Diana Berry- an intro post

This is so outdated lol

🍓hi! My name is Diana!

🍓my pronouns are she/her and those ONLY please I am cis but male pronouns make me really uncomfortable

🍓lesbian

🍓My main interest right now is identity V and South Park they’ve been hyper-fixations of mine for awhile

🍓My idv mains are Margaretha, Murro, Demi, Galatea, Ann, BonBon

🍓my idv comfort characters are Margaretha, Demi, Galatea, Mary, Michiko

🍓I DESPISE Chloe nair the perfumer due to personal and trauma related reasons. She reminds me of trauma I’ve experienced so that’s why, you may find some hate for her here.

🍓I am disabled, I have POTS, narcolepsy, asthma, depression(major depressive disorder), anemia, generalized anxiety disorder, social anxiety disorder, and Autism. THESE ARE ALL DIAGNOSED. (Autism is a new diagnosis but I’ve been working on getting it diagnosed for awhile). I’m not wheelchair bound but I can’t walk long distances so I use one and I use a walker as well.

🍓I have severe trust issues, I will not trust people super easily

🍓basic dni criteria: proship, bigoted, homophobia, pedophilia, incest, all that makes me uncomfortable. ⚠️IF I INTERACT WITH SOMEONE PROSHIP PLEASE TELL ME! I DONT CHECK THE PAGES OF THE PEOPLE I INTERACT WITH!⚠️

🍓here’s my kin list: (won’t include them all but the ones I can think of. Also I’m not the type of kinner that like thinks I am a character, just strongly relates to.) even if I say I am them I don’t mean it I just mean I strongly relate

•Galatea (idv) -high kin

•OC version of the real Vera Nair, not the perfumer Chloe but the one the died. I have a blog for her you can check out it’s called Veraforgottenheart -high kin/literally me

•Pipp Petals (mlp g5) -High kin/literally me

•Mari (omori)- high kin

•soft gf/grace (fnf soft mod) -literally me I am her

•Evan Hansen (dear Evan Hansen)

•Sayori (ddlc)

•Starlight Glimmer (Mlp g4)

•Heidi turner (South Park)

•Flora (afk arena)

•Aurelia (cursed princess club)

•Teto (utauloid)

•Reika Aoki (smile Precure)

•Demi bourbon

•Kaede Akamatsu (danganronpa v3) -low kin

•Gardenia Reitman (end roll)

•Kyle broflovski (South Park) TOP KIN

•Mrs MayBerry (helluva boss) (I’m pretty sure she’s like one of my highest kins now uhhhh)

•Cozy Glow (MLP)(she’s a vent kin)

•Jimmy Valmer (South Park) (season 19 specifically)

•Bibury (Kira Kira Precure alamode)

•Misa Amane (Death Note)

•Dohwa (God, please make me a demon webtoon)

•Jackson (Jackson’s Diary Webtoon)

•Moondancer (MLP g4)

🍓my comfort characters are: (I won’t list ones that are kins but if they’re a kin assume they’re a comfort character too)

•Margaretha Zelle(idv)

•girlfriend (fnf)

•Applejack (mlp)

•Luka couffaine (miraculous ladybug)

•Alix Kubdel (miraculous ladybug)

•Demi Bourbon (idv)

•Dr Monique Pussycat (peepoodo and the super fuck friends)

•Mary (idv)

•Kyle broflovski (South Park)

•Amity Blight (the owl house)

•Diana Cavendish (little witch academia-I don’t remember much about her though it’s been awhile since I’ve seen the series)

•Rarity (mlp)

•Belinda (afk arena)

•Elizabeth (Frankenstein)

•Frankenstein’s monster (Frankenstein)

•Gakupo (vocaloid)

•Misa Amane (death note)

•Gardenia Reitman (end roll)

•Elder McKinley (Book of Mormon)

•Lucy Maud Montgomery (BSD)

•Izumi kyoka (BSD)

•Francis Scott Fitzgerald (BSD)

•Kasane Teto

•Kasane Ted

🍓my comfort objects include:

•cats

•strawberries

•bunnies

•identity V

•Webtoon

•flowers

•the color pink

•stuffed animals

I DON’T DO SPECIAL TRIGGER TAGS!! If it’s like something like self harm or violence or sexual or whatever you know the general triggering stuff I will normally tag it and if I didn’t it’s because I forgot, feel free to remind me! But like I’m not tagging anything special for you im sorry but that’s too much work for my simple pea brain.

I’ll add more stuff later!

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hcs!!! (☆▽☆)

includes; andrew kreiss, victor grantz, luca balsa, jack the ripper, smiley face, dream witch, the feaster, memory, axe boy, yimi (follower), margaretha zelle, mike morton, murro, soul weaver, emily dyers, emma woods, hell ember, disciple, sculptor, naiad, eli clark, the bloody queen, geisha, mad eyes, undead, tracy reznik, evil reptilian, violinist, wu chang, and vera nair

features; VAL, smileyjack, luchinini, and xiefan

not necessarily romantic, but sort of implied; naibnort, michimary, vioann, and galagrace

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• andrew has nightmares. a lot. every night type beat. he can't stand them

• victor keeps his door unlocked for when andrew can't sleep because of his nightmares.

• wick doesnt mind.

• wick DOES mind when luca bursts open the door at 3am to promptly steal his lovers dog.

• it happens so much?!

• based on that one fic, jack knew joker pre-manor, they were totally a fling or two

• cant stand the fact that they tried to make jacks DID a toko fukawa thing

• so i say its more like a supernatural thing

• speaking of the supernatural...

• i think itd be funny if yidhra and hastur were the babysitters of the manor.

• memory, robbie, and yimi go to hastur when they want something, and the old diety can't handle these cute kids start begging for takoyaki :(

• speaking of.. one time in a blackjack match, robbie and memory got paired up and everyone else let them win, despite the fact that they were obviously losing.

• how could you make them lose?!

• moving on...

• hunter rooms are bigger than survivor rooms, but still too big for one person to stay in.

• so some hunters share rooms... more like a lovers deal but the baron doesn't need to know that (✿^‿^)

• joker and jack shared a room long before they realized they were in love...

• which left for a lot of really weird one night stands! thats for sure!

• i think after the events of hullabaloo, jokers feelings for margie diminished. not completely, but he really couldn't find himself pursuing her.

• she was avoiding him anyway

• could you blame her though? he kind of *is* wearing the ripped off face of her dead lover...

• for the other members

• mike was too consumed with finding who ended his career to care much for anything else.

• violetta went to the manor, and found herself making so many little collars for ann's cats

• and of course, Vio couldn't keep these things to herself! so she began making little trinkets for the cats owner to have.

• and that got them to talking, and one thing lead to another, and now they spend almost all of their time together.

• murro and victor hang out sometimes, because wick likes berry the boar.

• the boar didnt have a name btw how fucked up is that

• more on my animals, brooke rose and emma are best friends.

• sometimes brooke, emma, and leo all go out and Brooke helps emma and leoprune some of her plants.

• emma sees emily sort of as a mother figure.

• it all started when emily helped emma clean some of the lasting cuts after a long match with percy.

• fucker. i hate him.

• on some nights, the NERDS (tracy, luca, burke, and luchino) all get together and discuss scientific stuff idk i failed science.

• SPEAKING OF LUCHINO

• i love that guy, hes so cool

• he has a crush on that cute musician, the violinist i think he is?

• this is sort of canon, but norton has survivors guilt, and i think naib and him talk quite often, they both discuss their guilt and work towards dealing with it.

• when grace first arrived at the manor, she was very apprehensive, and didn't talk to anyone.

• she met her two close friends hastur and galatea in duos.

• hastur is nice to his fellow fish-folk, and galatea thinks grace is of divine beauty.

• galatea likes sculpting grace in her free time, and anyone else she thinks is beautiful.

• women, lol.

• mary, michiko, margaretha, and vera are some of them.

• michiko and mary are always together, i don't make the rules.

• michiko loves doing traditional makeup, and mary loves experimenting. but red lipstick is always a must!

• sometimes, they do each others makeups, and then girlboss 8 survivors in duos.

• sometimes, long after the black guard has fallen asleep, he'll choke.

• xie wakes up everytime this happens, and forces fan to wake up as well.

• the terror sets in nearly every night.

• ELI HAS SOME PUDGE ON HIM

• he eats good with his bird friend!!!!