#let the feast of fools begin! (Domenico SanGiovanni/ The Ringmaster)

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Sitting on the front porch of his boyfriend's house, Marcus studied the crows that nested in the Tree. They seemed... on edge. Hopping nervously on their perches, feathers ruffled, small croaks and whistles leaving them.

"Danny... does it feel like something weird is going on?"

Not glancing up from his camera as he scrolled through pictures of... something the vet really was trying not to look at, he laughed, "The Realm gets like that sometimes. It's a weird place. Weird things happen."Marcus nodded, trying his best to believe him...

@blot-squisher

Weird things happened indeed. Far from the small road that lead to multiple killers' homes what was a facsimile of an island. Permanently wrapped in fog and mist, it was a cold and clammy place.

A place known in the real world as a gate to Hell.....home of countless lost souls.

It was the home....the prison....of another killer. One very few knew of....and even fewer has seen. A grotesque creature dressed in carnival colors, face covered in a bone mask.

Eyes glowing green as clawed hands dug into stone, a heavy wooden cross attached to its back with wire.

It was a puppet....a jester. But something worse....much worse.

A marionette....and he wanted to be free.

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Some of my favorite doodles of Ringmaster. XD He's addicting to draw lol.

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@silvcrignis

" I told you I was going to dress less flashy...."

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4. a  bloody  kiss. (Either Doll & Clown or Hanako & Ringmaster, you can pick)

(We've been doing so much Clown and Doll, let's give Hanako and Nicky a bit of love lol)

It had been a bloodbath. The Ringmaster had caught unsuspecting victims into his web, eating the pathetic ones while saving the best for his flower.

Covered in blood and gristle, he lowered himself enough to be at her level. Animal mask pushed up enough for lips to meet lips as he kissed his darkest angel.

He was starving...the blood and meat awakening a hunger only the dead knew. His kisses reflected just how ravenous he was....

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For the first time in many a while, since he had lain dying, all alone and terrified.....to now as a mockery of flesh and tissue in a painful, reanimated body.....

He felt happiness. Peace even....

He managed to lift his head up enough to gently brush her nose with his own.

Telling her his gratitude a thousand times over.

Ringmaster's eyes glimmered as the light returned to them. Awakening from his battle to see the one who saved him......Hanako. The puppet gazed up at her in awe, his clawed hand reaching for his face. The talons sinking into to eyeholes as he pulled it off.....

To show the face nobody had seen. A desiccated face with sunken eyes, and withered lips. Hair sparse.....time having been cruel to him.

But to be this vulnerable.....meant he trusted her.

"......You saved me..."

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a song was requested of me, and now I sing it! (For any of the three)

Ringmaster looked interested, despite his skull mask always looking ghoulish. His voice heavy with an Italian accent as he sat on a stump.

" Let's hear it then! I like to sing myself...."

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Decided to doodle Ringmaster's attempt at a "double-jaw."

What he looks like when his mouth and mask are closed.

Here he is, mask mouth open, face underneath partially visible. It's very clunky but his skull is one of those plastic articulated Halloween masks they sell at CVS every year. So it's why the anatomy is so jacked-up.

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I just can't stop drawing Ringmaster lol. And I think I finally got a design look I enjoy! Had to cut off his tail because it didn't work with the aesthetic, but his jester hat tends to move around like a tail would anyways. So you can see his emotions that way.

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“ Only sing. My sister was always better at instruments than me.”

He was a terrifying monster, yet despite looking like a ghoulish mockery of corpse and puppetry….even he still had moments over his human element shining through.

“ Where did you learn to play music like that?”

        “My mother,” she answered, her gaze still lingered on her hands for a moment. When she finally looked at him again, there was a small smile on her lips, but a sadness in her eyes. “She was the most wonderful pianist I’ve ever heard. She could play anything.” Lucy’s words were punctuated by a gentle sigh as her shoulders sagged slightly.

@songbirdsandsugar

He had a horrible relationship with his mother. Though through more his end he had broken her heart, chased her away no matter how many times she had reached out to talk to him.

He hated his mother.....but seeing her love hers.....it was something he wasn’t familiar with outside of memories he had tried to forget.

“......She sounds like a wonderful woman. You were lucky in life to have her.”

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Ringmaster's primary physical weakness is the cross on his back. It's a control for puppets and its attached directly to his spinal cord, so any attempt to fully remove it causes him horrific pain.

Another, less deadly, weakness he has is belly rubs. He LOVES getting his belly rubbed and the best way to get him to calm down is to pet him.

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Nick, being the shithead he is, will NOT call you by your English name if you're American or English, Australian, New Zealander....you get the picture.

Instead, he'll call you either the Italian version of your name, or the Italian version of what you represent.

For example, he'll call Springtrap ' coniglio' (rabbit), Michael is ' la forma' (the shape) and Kenneth is ' pagliaccio' (literally just 'clown.')

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␛ for an ANGER headcanon.

Definitely need to bring Ringmaster for this one lol.

Ringmaster may be a clown on the outside....but on the inside, there's NOTHING funny about him. He's full of rage to the point where he's just a nasty person to be around if you're not the one person he trusts implicitly.

Originally he wasn't mad at all. He was kind, funny, a bit quiet and quirky. But after a massive blowout left his family shattered, with his sister siding with their mother while he sided with their father. That division and destruction of their family left him bitter and angry.....but once he died on Plague Island, the evils of the island infected his dying body.

The anger he felt, the fear, the sadness, fused with the vengeful hatred of an evil creature that enslaved thousands of murdered souls in a place considered a gateway to Hell itself fused together to create the murderous Ringmaster.

The lovable brother his sister knew is dead.....only the evil of Plague Island lives on in his reanimated corpse.

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It's been a hot minute since I've drawn Ringmaster so here's my big fat zombie puppet clown baby in all his big fat zombie puppet clown baby glory!

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Siren’s Song (New Thread)

@wanderingsongbird

It was exceedingly rare that there was ever a night when the killers weren’t commanded to hunt their prospective survivors in a fit of madness and bloodlust. The Clown had retired to his caravan, his snores loud enough to be heard from a distance.

The pizzeria housing the corpse in a rabbit suit, dressed as a clown, remained immobile. Eyes lacking light, the whole body lifeless as the rotting mass of tissue and flesh permanently skewered to the skeleton on the inside recharged. Wires meshing into withered veins as a huge painted head flopped forward in catatonic slumber.

The others rested too.....a rare treat nobody would deny given to them by their murderous deity. But in the inky peacefulness, something wasn’t right. There shouldn’t have been any sounds outside of the gently crackle of the fire, the faint chirps of insects and unseen frogs......

It was something in the air, wafting. A trail that enticed the weary, and lured them into a spider’s web of death and agony. It was a song....

A melody somber and sickly sweet, almost playful. But there was something hidden underneath it....

Something sinister......something full of rage. A rage so great....that not even the dead could escape it....

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" Uhuh. 'Sides, jus' cuz this joker lives n' dresses the part don't make him a real clown. I'm the only legit clown here in the Realm."

He took his role as the resident evil clown very seriously. Having someone else try to one-up him was going to lead to a fight....a fight that was just about to start. What emerged from the mist was something only the Entity would find humor in.

The Clown was rotund, but this.....it almost made him look THIN by comparison. Clad in garish purple and yellow, a wooden cross attached to his back and draped in wires connecting to stiffened, almost bony limbs, was what could only be described as a corpse pretending to be a puppet.

The limbs were skinny, but that torso.....it was like something had overstuffed him, making his torso massive and giving him a horrifying potbelly.

He was dragging himself, limbs distorted, walking more like a zombie than a person. Face hidden behind a mask made to look like the smiling jaws of a hound as a jester's hat covered what hair was poking out from behind the mask.

Those green eyes.....glowing green like toxic slime....

" Ashes to ashes, bones to paste You wither away in your resting place Eternity in a wooden case We all fall down..."

Seeing this monster emerge, a clown puppet made from a mangled corpse forced to its most extreme.....even Kenneth felt a chill run up his spine. And that song......it was like his head was spinning. He was so dizzy....

The Clown was being affected by the siren call......the Marionette wanted a clown puppet to join his circus of the damned.

" Heh, seems like it. It got 'im stuck here after all."

The Clown wasn't sure, but he'd heard vague things about the killer that caller this pocket home. A few survivors he had chased mentioning how the carnie was a better option than the freak in the rotting circus.

" I dunno.....All I know is tha' the punks I chase are almos' happy to see me. Apparently even what I put 'em through ain't nothin' compared to this guy...."

Kenneth wanted to get out of this island as fast as possible, but it was like the mist blanketing it was disorientating him slightly.

The Clown wasn't scared of anything....but then the singing started. A faint male voice with a heavy accent cutting through the air....a siren luring prey into its clutches.

Something heavy moving, like it was dragging. A voice rasping with a heavy Italian accent humming, before it spoke.

" More for my circus....."

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"im gonna sacrifice his asshole to the entity i swear to the abyss" —one of my many top ocs

@facinorousfigures

" You can try......"